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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year ago

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Measurement : The Rite (III)

A Masterlist for The Rite is HERE A Link to my Regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: (3) Loki gives you a taste of luxury, a visit to the Asgardian Weaving Crones - and his inseam isn't the only thing measured up. (w/c 3.9k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. Language. Loki being a tease. Ridiculous Asgardian lore.

‘I’ve never wanted anything so badly,’ Loki drips in your ear: warm, hot, desperate. With every impossibly calculated push of his hips, your spine arches off the bed: inch, by inch, by inch.

His lips meet the hollow of your collarbone with a hungry growl, like he'll eat you alive. ‘I’ve never wanted anyone so—’ You wake with a violent shudder, wide-eyed and staring at the ceiling. An oil of sweat covers your naked body, tangled in the sheets. The air is sticky, mind racing as you squint towards the window. It’s barely daybreak.

Noon, Loki said. The boy will come at noon.

Loki’s stone-faced apprentice seems unimpressed when you open the door before the second of his tiny knocks. It’s exactly midday. Not desperate at all, you think, as his lips form a thin line. He’s judging the neckline, you can tell.

“After you,” you say, forcing a smile. You don’t like him, and the feeling is clearly mutual. You catch the start of his eye-roll as he turns away and his silly little boots clack across the stone.

Shameless stares fall on the two of you walking the bustling corridors of Asgard’s court. Looks are followed by whispers. It feels…naughty - a tingling feeling that starts in the seat of your belly and seems to plump the ends of your hair, giving it a bounce as you walk.

You wonder what they’re thinking, seeing you led by the boy with Loki’s symbol emblazoned on his chest. You hope they think it’s something scandalous. And, maybe it is.

At every turn, you expect to see Loki standing in the middle of the corridor with his hands clasped behind his back; a smirk curling at his lip and the start of a hard-on in his ridiculously tight trousers at the mere whiff of your approach. But alas, it’s not to be. Just more stares, more whispers. They’re starting to get annoying.

“How much longer?” you hiss. He glances over his shoulder. “Not long, pipe down,” he says with all the enthusiasm of a bag of sand.

You stick your tongue out at the back of his head and suddenly his fist rises, a burst of blue smoke curling between his fingers. It undulates in the air, a ball gaining the shape of a small fist identical to his own. Slowly, one finger unfurls in your direction: the middle one.

Little shit, you think. But honestly, it’s pretty impressive. Loki's clearly teaching him well. Sort of.

Eventually, after passing through the courtyard and out the palace gates, he stops under a lemon tree. There’s a massive, bronze door cut into the stone walls with one large turret protruding from the top. Your eyes dart over the door, and then to him, and then the door.

“Well?” you ask, trying to be polite but the impatience bleeding through. This dress is pretty tight; your breasts look incredible but fucking Norns, it’s hot today. He gestures to the tree. “You have to bite into a lemon to open the doors.”

Your arms fold, eyebrows rising. “Be serious. I wasn’t born yesterday.”

His beady gaze drops down to the hem of your dress and back to your face. “Clearly,” he says. Your eyebrows rise further and you chew the inside of your mouth, reminding yourself he’s a literal child. He shrugs with a sudden burst of youthful innocence. “I don’t make the rules. It's some kind of test so they get no time wasters.”

“Who?” “The Crones.” No...way.

The Asgardian Weaving Crones are second only to the royal family in their legendary status. How many times had you pranced around in your aunt’s scrap fabrics from her sewing table, playing 'Ceremony' – inventing all the spells you’d have woven into the fabrics the Crones create with their famously nobbled fingers. The more nobbled, the more revered.

It's said the robes can make you more beautiful, more lucky, more fertile. Whatever you desired. Every piece is a work of art, cost more than a summer-palace in the hills, reserved only for the highest…highest…members of the court. I guess Prince Loki wasn’t kidding about the luxury, you think, eyes sliding to the plump lemons hanging over your head. “Just a bite?” The boy nods, and you reach up – pulling down the nearest one. He gives an unnerving smile of encouragement just before you bite into the peel, and stinging juice floods your tongue. A rogue spurt splashes into your eye and you yelp, dropping it on the ground. Through the burn, doubled-over, you see a fading wisp of blue smoke. Little shit, you think again, more violently this time. “What’s going on?” Loki’s voice is somehow everywhere all at once, smooth and heavy in the stifling air, falling like rain.

You squint up towards it. He’s hanging out a window in the turret, propped on his elbow with that smirk on his face. But no hard-on, you think. At least, not that you can see. Rumour is he’s always sporting at least a semi. Side-effect of all the mirrors in the palace, you figure. From this angle, his taut jawline cuts like an anvil, and his hair hangs apart from his shoulders as he cranes to get a better view. He's not wearing a shirt, and the temperature rises another few degrees. “Are you tormenting her?” he chides casually, and through the half-blind haze, you can tell the boy is squirming. The bronze door swings open from invisible hands, and you shoot the kid a withering glare with your one good eye before disappearing inside. The first, fresh waft of marble-chilled air hits like an orgasm and you let out a sigh of relief. “Come upstairs,” Loki’s velvet voice commands from above. You follow the spiral staircase in the direction of his soft laughter, skirts bunched in one hand, hoping your face isn’t as sweaty as it feels by the time you reach the top.

Ignoring the burn in your lungs, and your eye, you set your face in a mask of cool indifference totally at odds with the rabid excitement clawing in your veins. Long curtains of chiffon which ripple in impossible colours with each waft of breeze surround the turret walls.

Loki lounges in a chaise in the corner, loose green silk trousers slung low on his hips. One leg dangles off the end of the short seat, the other slung to the side as his laugh tapers and his eyes fix on you.

You swallow, unable to stop the rolls of your gaze up his exposed torso above the silk stretched across the bulge in his pants: pale, deep lines of muscle highlighted in painfully arousing definition as he brings a hand behind his head, raking those black waves back as he does it.

“Did he ask you to bite into the lemons?” Loki asks innocently. A solitary dimple crushes into his cheek as one side of his lip curls. You nod, mouth dry and knees weak. Loki sighs with a short tut. “He did the same to my brother. And what’s worse, my brother has been here before many times: he’s just an idiot.” You’re not sure if you should agree. It might be treason; you can never tell. Thankfully – that’s the moment you notice someone in a black robe hunched over at a wide table in the corner, laying out a selection of colourful fabrics so fine they seem to breathe. “Like what you see?” she croaks, wearing a matching smirk to the one Loki sports, just visible beneath a dark hood. You swallow, glancing between them. The two of them burst into laughter; the old woman’s hoarse cackle somehow twists perfectly with Loki’s deep, melodic mirth. Heat crawls up your cheeks. She waves a hand, brushing the hood down to reveal a shock of white hair plaited in a low bun, folds of tanned wrinkles creased in mischief. “Sorry dear, where are my manners? This one brings out the worst in me.” Loki scoffs, bounding from the chaise and crossing the floor in two long strides. He falls to his knees, gathering her hands in his own and places a gentle kiss on the crepey skin. The way he’s looking at her, the wide-eyed sincerity...it makes an unexpected lance of jealousy spear through your chest.

“And you bring out the best in me, my dearest Lagertha,” he says in earnest. “Still beautiful: inside and out.” She pulls the hands from his with a quicksilver grin, curling thick chunk of black hair behind his ear. “Mmm,” she hums, flashing you a wink. “At least where garments are concerned, I do my best. What you do in them, is your concern. Now, onto your usual perch.”

Loki raises a eyebrow and she watches him stand. The two of you follow the methodical shift of his muscular ass in those silky pants all the way to a small, raised block in the centre of the room. “You’re next, dear,” she says and you startle, realising she’s hovering at your shoulder. She turns her head fractionally, hiding the movement of her lips from view. “For now, take a seat, enjoy the show. Hmm?”

You shift to the same seat Loki occupied, still warm from his body. Spreading your skirts, it’s difficult not to feel the weight of the prince’s stare as Lagertha fusses around him.

And suddenly, the questions start. Loki’s eyes narrow and widen in perfect time to the cadence of your answers: hobbies, studies, the time you saw Thor fall into a well on his way back from a tavern. His laugh is music, as sweet and filthy as the best of your dreams – and you find yourself reclining on the chaise just like he was, a fist resting beneath your temple as you talk. It’s nice, it’s…easy. He's interested. And all the while, Lagertha works silently; the only indicator she’s listening at all is the covert smile that occasionally pushes her cheeks up.

“You have to stop making him laugh so much, the hemline will be askew if I get the lengths wrong.” “Nonsense,” Loki smiles down at her, before meeting your eyes again. “Lagertha has never put a stitch out of place. I have every faith in her.” “You’ve never had someone entertain you so much before…”

“I thought you’d have his measurements written down somewhere,” you say like the three of you are old friends. She pushes the silken tape into the hollow of his ankle, stretching up the length of his thigh to the bulge of his crotch. Loki shifts, spine straightening, and he shoots you a wicked smile that makes the pulse in your throat race.

You trace the angle of his chin, the sharp lines of his jaw, imagining how perfectly they’ll fit between your legs; only his strong brow and devastating eyes drunk with pleasure visible as he laps at your clit. A shudder wrenches down your spine.

“I don’t need to take Prince Loki’s measurements, dear,” Lagertha says brightly. ‘I’ve been fashioning garments that make his public weak for many centuries, I think I can remember an inseam.” “So why are…?” “Lagertha and I have an understanding, don’t we darling?” Loki tips her chin up with his finger and even beneath the heavy folds of wrinkles, she blushes. “Lagertha turns a blind eye to my family’s archaic demands of style, and we pretend that she forgets my measurements.” Lagertha meets your stunned expression, offering a self-assured shrug. “I may be old, but my eyes are just fine,” she says, winking. Suddenly, you wonder where Lagertha’s been all your life.

“What…demands of style, do they have?” You sit up, crossing your legs. Loki tilts his head, and you note his gaze drop to your lips. You wonder if he’s been thinking about last night’s kiss-come-dry-hump as much as you have, and as Lagertha loops her hands around his bare abdomen, pulling the measuring silk tight, he lets out a sensual, silent ooof that makes your pussy clench.

“My father and his ilk have very set notions of what ceremonial robes should be; you’ll be shocked to learn I don’t agree. In their eyes, we should parade ourselves in sack cloth and ashes—" “—Sack cloth? How dare you!” Lagertha screeches, mortally wounded. She slaps his thigh again, shooting you a look. “This one has a very specific set of requirements for his ceremonial garbs, ones that tend to highlight his…assets. Things which don’t concern the other family members quite so much – not even when Odin was a strapping one too." She sighs wistfully. "Loki likes the spells woven in to be just so: make it smell like orange blossom when the folds move, cape fluttering to a particular rhythm…that sort of thing.” I fucking knew it; you think with silent vindication. Loki looks down on her with adoration. “And you never disappoint.” “You should be more worried about disappointing her,” she jabs, nodding towards you. A sudden clarity settles in your stomach like a stone. “Wait, is this for our…the…Rite?” Loki looks up, impossibly beautiful; a slat of sunlight splitting the symmetry of his face. “You agree, then?” “If you don’t, I will…” Lagertha mutters loud enough for you to hear, and Loki snorts. “You know the stipulations, Lagertha. You don’t qualify, much as it pains me.” He presses a hand to his chest. “Otherwise, I’d have been at your door on my hands and knees centuries ago.” She slaps his thigh again, and then, they both look at you in perfect sync.

“I agree. I’ll be your partner,” you blurt without an ounce of doubt. As if it could have been any other way. Because now, as his eyes fall to your lips again and his tongue nips over his own; pulling the bottom one between his teeth like he doesn’t know he’s done it, you know he wants it as much as you do. Loki says nothing: a close-lipped smile skating across his lips and a regal bow of his head that his father would be proud of.

The next fifteen minutes passes in pleasantries and then, it’s your turn. You stand on the podium. Even in the strangely cool air in this secret place feels like hot needles; breaths growing short and heart hammering. The fucking…bodice, you curse as Loki’s expression hardens at your distress. He raises his hand, long fingers poised and his eyebrows raise like he’s asking for permission. You give him a small nod. He clicks them. The dress melts into a light cotton shift that blows around your ankles, and the relief is immediate. “Oh my…gods, Loki…that feels amazing,” you moan, head falling back. Lagertha shuffles at your feet. “Getting some practice in, good idea, dear.” Your neck snaps up, catching the back end of her sly smirk, before glancing to Loki reclined on the chair. He shrugs, picking at a bowl of nuts – his eyes are alight with amusement, and you wonder if he's always like this or you’re…special. Don’t think that, you chide. Don’t start being an idiot and actually falling for him. He needs you, that’s all. Just enjoy whatever this is.

Somehow, your measurements don’t take as long as Loki’s did. You’ve got a feeling that has something to do with the agreement they have. She creaks to her feet, shuffling to the wide table and notes something down on a scroll of parchment which reaches the floor. “Oh,” she says suddenly, patting the long folds of her black garb. One extra-nobbled finger rises. “I left something in the other room. Stay here,” she says, hobbling to the stairs. She glances over a hunched shoulder. “Behave yourselves, won’t you?” You figure it would be rude to follow her down the stairs to make sure she doesn’t fall to her death. Looking at Loki, you’re surprised to see the mirth dancing beneath his skin has somehow grown. “What?” you ask, skin prickling under his stare. The god’s dark hair spreads over his bare shoulders, the point of his chin lowered as he observes you beneath his lashes. Something occurs to you. “There’s only one room in this place, isn’t there?”

Without breaking eye-contact, without a falter in that low smirk, Loki nods. Just once. You step off the podium, wobbling a little. Forgot he took my shoes, but somehow you manage to maintain a sultry approach. Loki straightens against the chair’s back, a sudden nervousness flashing in his eyes. A silent conversation seems to pass between you. ‘What are you doing, little owl?’ his raised eyebrow says. ‘What are you doing?’ His legs widen, as if of their own accord. The forest green silk at his crotch stretches tight, an unmistakable bump rising on the right-hand side. You stop in front of him, and his eyes move from their level place on your torso to your face. ‘What are you waiting for?’ the flicker of his lips says.

Hands slide past his temples as you fasten one knee beside the thick line of his thigh – and then the second. You press tight to the crease of his hips, staring down at him. Loki of Asgard gazes up like the prettiest sub you’ve ever seen; but there’s nothing submissive about the slide of his large hands over the curve of your ass. The cotton of the robe he manifested for you is as thin as a spider web – but somehow opaque. You feel his touch like it’s bare skin; the lazy circles he’s making on the small of your back sending sharp shivers tingle across your limbs. “We must be very, very careful…” he murmurs, that famously stoic brow rippling in front of your eyes. You draw a finger down his cheek, cupping the angle of his jaw; brushing your lips against his. He sighs into your throat: shuddering, warm, desperate. Loki’s tongue feels like heaven in your mouth. Growls rumble in his chest as he pushes forward and pulls back in time with your body, completely in sync. Your hand creeps to his cock, fingers grazing the impossibly hard length of him. He must be eight…surely not nine, inches. Gods, what if he doesn’t fit. And then you remember, that isn’t part of the deal. He pulls away as your squeeze at the root, stark fear in his eyes.

“I know…I’ll stay away from the tip, I promise,” you whisper, catching his lips again. Loki melts into it.

His cock was made to fit in your hand – even the outline of it through the silk is like a legendary sword made for your grip. He palms ravenously at your breast with every work of his mouth, lips travelling to the curve of your neck and drawing his teeth over the supple skin they find.

The fact you can’t touch him…really touch him, somehow makes it even hotter; like you’re terrified virgins around the back of the stables. The other hand rocks you dangerously on his lap, and the sudden fear the thin fabric separating you both won’t be enough is very real. Loki’s thumb grazes against your nipple, pinching gently, rubbing in a way that shoots a lance of primal fuck-me energy straight to your cunt. Arousal tides between your thighs: tacky and warm and screaming for you to have him right here. You’ve never been more turned on in your entire life. You didn’t even know it could be like this.

“Gods, I want to taste you,” he husks through gritted teeth. Saliva rings his lips, and Loki’s head falls back against the sofa, back arching under the ghost of your fingertips trailing up the ridges of his manhood like it’s made of spun sugar. “Slower…Norns…I—"

His eyes fly open, pupils as wide and deep as fresh tar and his jaw slack. Loki’s hand flies to your wrist, wrapping it tight and pulling it away. His abdomen clenches as he breathes: slow, heavy, restrained.

“Did you almost…?”

The look in his eyes gives you the answer, and you can barely stifle the look of pride. You lean forwards, noting the shiver that tightens his thighs as your lips fasten around his earlobe. “Four moons, my prince," you whisper, bold as sin. He releases a low, ragged exhale that vibrates through his chest.

“I need to see you,” he says slowly, searching your face, “every day, from now until then.” You roll your lips together. “You said there was a feast?” Loki nods. “The night before – for the next two days, we can do whatever we want.” That smirk lights from its embers. “Almost.”

Your heart drops somewhere around your knees and you shuffle off his lap, shifting to the small edge of the cushion beside him. Suddenly, somehow, time is moving too fast; slipping through your fingers like sand. “Not that I’m…” -desperate- “…but, are you free tonight? Maybe we could go for a walk, or, something.”

Loki’s brows peak. It’s something he isn’t expecting, and suddenly you wonder how much of this charming afternoon has been staged. “I can’t, I’m afraid,” he says, lingering over each word like its passing quality control. “My brother-“ “-It’s fine,” you cut, forcing a smile. He’s a prince. Of course he’s not free, idiot. “Maybe tomorrow.”

At that moment, Lagertha heaves herself into view at the top of the staircase. Her face contorts in a staggeringly fake caricature of innocence. “Oh, I almost forgot you were here.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see Loki pluck a cushion from his side and place it on his lap. But Lagertha misses nothing, and her eyes slide to yours with a sparkle of approval.

“I’ll take my leave,” you say, standing and giving a quick curtsey. Loki calls your name as you cross the floor, but you need to go. You need to think – shake away these ridiculous, girlish thoughts in your brain before you embarrass yourself any further.

A faint glow of green colours your vision and you realise Loki’s magic has restored the dress you came in, and like before…it’s far too tight. At the bottom of the stairs, you press a hand against the marble; steading your breaths. The bronze door swings open.

“Ah, the jester,” a sneering voice craws. “Are you lost?”

You look up, locking eyes with Fandral. A cape slings jauntily over his shoulder: pale blue, rippling silk the same colour as the cloudless sky. His hair is particularly resplendent today, and as much as you’d like to kick him in the balls and run – he does hold clout. People like him, for some reason.

Fandral chuckles, and it makes your stomach turn. He paces forward, the tap of his heels on marble echoing until they stop in front of you. “May I offer a little advice?” he asks, in a way that says you’re hearing it whether you like it or not.

“Prince Loki likes shiny things, pretty things.” His eyes narrow. “He likes playing with new toys; the novelty, you know? I’m sure rumours of his appetites have even spread to whichever hovel you crawled out of.”

You open your mouth to call him a cunt but he raises a finger to his lips, eyes closed like you’ve interrupted the sweetest melody in the nine realms. They open slowly. “I will perform the Rite with Prince Loki, little jester. It will be my thighs shaking under the work of his regal, royal mouth. And do you know why?”

Anger, white hot and thick, curdles beneath your skin.

“Because,” he says with black delight, eyes dropping down to your feet and back to your face, “the pleasure of the subject is only one part of the ritual. You cannot possibly fulfil the second.”

He leans forward, and the scent of his cologne chokes up your nostrils. “But I can.” Fandral twirls the golden lock hanging over his forehead and stalks towards the spiral staircase. The periwinkle cape shimmers as he spins.

“I expect he didn’t tell you about that,” he says with feigned regret, pouting. It crawls into a shit-eating smile, and he offers a wink that makes your blood freeze.

“For him, you’re just a bit of mischief - best you know sooner, rather than later. You'll thank me...sometime. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a certain ceremonial robe to be measured for.”

The click of his heels ascending to the turret room fades as you tear gasping into the open air; heart hammering as you run; his words beating in your ears with every breath.

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internetdaddy98 · 3 months ago

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The Ties That Bind Us - Chapter 32

Previous | Next [Series Masterlist] Content Warning: family loss, angst

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The flight to New York was quiet. Y/N’s hand rested lightly in Robby’s, the soft hum of the plane and the light bustle around them making everything feel like a dream. But today wasn’t about the city. It was about family.

They’d talked about it before, but you had always been reluctant to bring Robby into the fold. Your family’s history was something you carried very close to your sheltered heart.

But today was different. You were ready.

The family vault was nestled in a corner of a cemetery that looked like something out of an old novel. Old, regal stonework, and the overgrown ivy that made it feel timeless, like it belonged to a different world altogether. You stood at the base of the vault, your fingers pressed against the cool stone.

“You okay?” Robby asked softly, his voice steady.

She nodded, though her expression was a mix of fondness and something else, an unspoken weight she’d never fully explained.

“This is me, my parents, my grandparents, my great-grandparents and my brother.” Your eyes flickered, your gaze softening as you stared at the engraved names. “I wanted you to meet them, to finally see all of me.”

Robby’s hand found yours again, squeezing gently. "Thank you for showing me this. I know it means a lot to you."

Your breath caught in your throat. This wasn’t just about a visit to the cemetery, it was about sharing the core of who you were, the history you carried with you every day, the legacy of love and loss that made you. You never thought you could open this part of your life to anyone, but with Robby… things felt different.

They stood there for a few moments longer, the wind stirring the leaves around them, the silence settling over them like a comforting embrace.

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That evening, you introduced Robby to your family in a more conventional way, at a small but lively family dinner. The warmth of your aunt and uncle’s home in the suburbs felt different from the reserved energy of the family vault, but there was a familiar comfort in the noise, the laughter, and the shared history.

Your uncle, David, was a man of few words but many gestures. He had the sharp eyes of a man who had lived through a hundred stories and had a thousand more to tell. Robby and he exchanged a few words in Hebrew, which you watched with a certain fondness, relieved to see Robby fit in so seamlessly with your family. Your uncle, despite his stoic exterior, welcomed Robby into the fold without hesitation.

“Your uncle’s really something,” Robby said after a while, quietly to you as you both helped clear the table.

“He’s not exactly warm,” you replied with a smile. “But he’s family. And in his own way, he shows he cares.”

Her aunt, Victoria, a lively woman who seemed to never stop talking, pulled you aside with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “So, when do we get to see a wedding ring, huh? I think you two would make adorable babies.”

You froze for a moment, your cheeks coloring. “Aunt Victoria, not now.”

Her aunt laughed. “Oh, come on. You know it’s only a matter of time.”

You swallowed. Robby. Family. Forever.

You weren’t quite ready for the topic to come up so abruptly, but there was a part of you that couldn’t shake the thought. The idea of a ring... It felt almost right, but the timing wasn’t there. Not yet.

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Later that evening, after they had returned to the apartment they’d rented for the trip, Robby sat down beside you on the couch, the quiet buzz of the city just outside the window. You had spent the day in a whirlwind of family introductions, old and new memories. It had been more than you expected—more than you had ever thought would be possible with someone else by your side.

You had been thinking about your family’s comments, especially Aunt Victoria’s. The idea of commitment, of forever, had been bubbling beneath the surface of your thoughts all day.

Robby was quieter than usual, his eyes flicking over to you with that deep, patient gaze that always made you feel like he was truly present in whatever moment you shared.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked softly, his voice gentle.

You hesitated for a moment. Your family had given you an unspoken challenge today. The question of when, when you weren’t even sure of the how.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, shifting slightly. “My family, they keep talking about… forever. And it’s not like I haven’t thought about it. But I don’t know what the right time is. What if—”

“Y/N,” Robby cut her off softly, his hand on yours. “There’s no right time. There’s just us. And what we’ve built together.”

You turned to look at him, your breath caught in your throat. “What if we’re not ready?”

Robby smiled gently, a quiet understanding in his eyes. He cupped your face tenderly. “We don’t have to be ready. I’m just asking for a chance. A chance to make this forever. With you.”

Your heart thudded in your chest. Your throat tightened. He was asking you for more than you had ever been asked before. He wasn’t rushing you. He was simply offering a future, one that you knew, deep down, wanted.

The weight of the moment pressed on her, but this time it wasn’t heavy, it was soft, like the promise of tomorrow.

Robby reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, simple velvet box, opening it to reveal a delicate golden ring, simple but beautiful. He held it out to you with a quiet intensity.

“Y/N Williams, I don’t want to just be with you. I want to build a life with you. Will you marry me?”

Tears blurred your vision as you stared at the ring. Your heart swelled with everything you had felt for him over the past year. The laughter. The fights. The quiet moments. And now, this. The promise of forever.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “Yes.”

Robby’s smile stretched across his face, and he gently slid the ring onto her finger. The room seemed to stand still, the only sound the soft hum of the city beyond.

As you kissed, the world outside seemed to fade away. You knew, without a doubt, that this was it. The beginning of forever. With Robby.

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midnightquips · 2 months ago

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What We Never Were

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Y/N needs a fake boyfriend for her sister’s wedding. Jake Seresin, her childhood best friend, is all too happy to play the part—until pretending starts to feel dangerously real. One bed. Old feelings. A week of dancing around the truth. She thinks he’s out of reach. He’s just been waiting for her to see him.

Themes: fake dating, bestfriends to lovers, pining, slow burn, fluff

🔴 MINORS DNI 🔴 Warnings: 18+ content, eventual smut, dirty talk, praise kink, jealousy, soft aftercare, pwp, piv sex, unprotected sex, mild praise kink, foreplay

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Chapter 2

Part III - What We Don’t Say

It was Jake’s idea to visit his old house.

You were walking back from the diner on Main—the same place you’d gone to after every football game, school play, or failed algebra test. He looks at you solemnly, quiet for the first time all morning, before softly saying, “I want to see it again. Just once.”

So you did.

The Seresins sold it a few years after Jake left for the Navy. Too many memories, his mom had said. Too many late-night silences in a house that had once been so loud. They moved to Austin—closer to his sister, smaller place, less space to miss the sound of his boots on the stairs.

You stand along the curb and stare out at the home that once felt like your second. It was technically only 2 houses away but had now also felt distant. The shutters are a different color now. There’s a minivan in the driveway. A basketball hoop has replaced the flagpole Jake’s dad was so obsessed with. But the porch swing is still there. Still creaking in the wind.

Jake gets out of the truck without a word, walking across the lawn like he’s trespassing on someone else’s life.

You follow him.

He stops at the base of the porch steps, eyes scanning the windows, the door, the overgrown rose bushes.

“I had my first kiss in that swing,” he says softly.

You blink. “You never told me that.”

He shrugs. “Didn’t think it mattered.”

You stare at him. “Who was it?”

He doesn’t answer right away. “You wouldn’t know her. She was new that summer. Stayed with her aunt down the street. Left after two weeks.”

You nod. “Was it good?”

He smiles faintly. “I remember thinking she had toothpaste on her lip. But yeah. I guess it was.”

You both fall silent, the wind brushing against your clothes, the sun warm on your face. Then Jake gestures to the side of the house, toward the fence.

“Come on,” he says. “I want to show you something.”

He leads you through the backyard to the far corner, where the fence once had a gap between the slats. You used to sneak through there every night, barefoot and breathless, just to sit on his back porch and talk.

Jake kneels by the old tree you both used to climb—gnarled now, but still standing.

“It’s still here,” he says, brushing his fingers over the initials carved into the bark. Y/N + J.S.

Your breath catches.

“You told me never to show anyone,” he says. “So I didn’t.”

You kneel beside him, heart thudding.

“I was mad at you when you carved that,” you recall. “You didn’t even ask me.”

Jake chuckles. “You hit me with a juice box. Said it made you look like a clingy girlfriend.”

You both laugh, and it breaks something open between you.

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FLASHBACK — THE LAST SUMMER BEFORE COLLEGE

It was hot that night. One of those muggy Texas evenings where the air stuck to your skin like syrup.

You sat on the back porch, your legs curled underneath you, a melting popsicle dripping red down your fingers.

Jake walked up, sweaty from a run, and dropped beside you with a huff.

“Got your acceptance yet?” he asked.

You nodded. “NYU. Early admission.”

He looked away. “Big city.”

You shrugged. “Big dreams.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

You stared at the stars then, both of you too aware of how little time was left.

“I’m scared,” you admitted.

“Of what?”

“Of everything changing.”

Jake leaned back on his elbows, eyes on the sky. “Things always change, Y/N.”

“Yeah, but we don’t always find our way back.”

He turned his head to look at you with a resolute face. “We will.”

You wanted to believe him. Wanted to take that promise and tuck it somewhere safe. But something in his voice made you wonder if he was lying just to keep you from falling apart.

You didn’t kiss him that night.

You wanted to.

God, you wanted to.

But what would that do? You didn’t need the complication. He’d already told you he was joining the Navy. He was going to chase the sky, and you were headed for crowded trains and library steps in Manhattan.

You were on two different launchpads, and neither of you knew how to build a bridge between them.

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Back at the old house, you’re still kneeling by the tree. Jake stands and wipes his hands on his jeans.

“I almost kissed you once,” he says suddenly.

Perhaps, if there was one thing he wanted you to know in this lifetime, it was that moment. Jake doesn’t have regrets, but the memory weighs heavy on him. On days when things get crazy. On nights when an image of your crosses his mind.

You freeze at his admittance. “When?”

“That last summer. The night you got your acceptance letter. You were so happy and scared, and I didn’t know how to tell you I didn’t want you to go.”

You look up at him slowly, unsure whether you wanted to ask but you did. “Why didn’t you?”

He exhales, seemingly contemplating whether he should proceed. “Because I didn’t want to be the reason you stayed. I knew you’d go further than this town. Than me.”

You stare at him, the words sinking deep. They twist in your chest, tight and painful.

“That’s not fair,” you whisper, echoing his own words from yesterday

He meets your eyes. “I know.”

You nod, swallowing hard. Don’t ask. Don’t ask.

“Do you ever think about it?” you ask.

He doesn’t even pretend to misunderstand. “All the time.”

The revelation hung heavy between you both. Equally afraid to break the fragile rope that keeps you both tethered.

You return to sit on the porch steps again, like no time has passed. Seems like the new owners are out so it gives you time to somehow say goodbye to this place again. The wood creaks beneath you, the wind whistling through the trees.

You look at Jake one more time. Memories fleeting in your mind. Images of him passing—as a playful little boy, a laughing teenager, a smiling highschool football captain and finally, him now.

“I liked the story you made up,” you say quietly, as if you owed him some secret as well

Jake tilts his head. “Yeah?”

You nod. “It made me feel like maybe there was a version of us that made sense. A world where we actually... got it right.”

Jake’s jaw flexes.

“But that’s not this world,” you finish, staring down at your hands. “This one’s messy. Complicated. Real.”

Jake doesn’t argue. Doesn’t try to rewrite it. He just reaches over and laces his fingers through yours again.

And you let him.

Because for now, the lie is easier to hold than the truth.

You walk back to your house without speaking, both of you lost in thoughts you’re too afraid to say out loud. The house feels farther than it should as the past folds itself neatly into the small distance.

“Are you okay?” Jake asks after a while.

You nod.

But you’re not.

Because all the flashbacks—all the laughter, all the stolen glances, all the missed chances—they’ve added up to a quiet, crushing truth:

You’ve always loved Jake Seresin. Not in the way you love a brother. Not in the way you love a friend. But in the silent, steady, lifelong kind of way.

And it doesn’t matter.

Because he’ll always be the golden boy, and you’ll always be the girl who stood just a few steps behind him.

You’ll play pretend. Smile for pictures. Laugh at jokes.

But deep down, you’ll know.

He was never yours.

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READ MY EYES : ★ ━━━ chapter one

Sent to live in a new city, you learn of an abandoned arts club once occupied by seven boys. You meet Jungwon, a quiet classmate assigned to watch over you… and catch sight of a guy dancing alone in a strange empty classroom which peaks your curiosity. Not only that, but reoccurring dreams of a strange hallway and house stirs something deep inside you like a memory you can’t quite reach.

synopsis: School au!, romance, angst,, mentions of character death and illness, slight fluff, mentions of distorted reality.

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Rain.

The soft pitter-patter of raindrops against the windows was the only sound that filled the room. You hated it. Hated how rain had become your escape, because when something like rain becomes your only way of escaping reality, it means your reality is unbearable. And that's a bitter truth to face.

You stared down at your hands, fingers fumbling with your new tie that clung tight to your uniform. The voices around you blurred into background noise. It wouldn’t have mattered if you listened. No one in that room cared what you thought. You learned that the moment your aunt sent you here. To this place. So far from anything that ever felt like home to you.

“I really think enrolling her in our program is a great idea. The students are welcoming, and all her previous credits transfer over seamlessly. It’s a perfect fit,” the man said with a rehearsed smile.

Your aunt nodded politely. “Ah... yes, that would be nice.”

The room fell into an awkward silence, filled only by the clicking of the man's keyboard and the relentless tapping of rain against the windows, a constant reminder of where you were and where you'd have to stay.

“Before you finalize everything,” your aunt said hesitantly, shifting in her seat, “I was wondering... is there someone who could maybe keep an eye on her?”

The counselor paused mid-keystroke, his brow furrowed. “Does she have a disability or behavioral issue?”

“Well,” she began, laughing nervously, “after the, uh... incident, she’s had trouble with memory...”

You stood up so suddenly that your aunt flinched. You couldn’t take it, the tension, the feigned concern, the mechanical clicks of that man’s mouse, the bright office light, the mention of that. It was too much. You walked out without saying a word.

It wasn’t long before your aunt followed, quietly closing the door behind her. She waved goodbye to the counselor and joined you in the hallway, not looking directly at you… just glancing nervously from the corner of her eye.

“I don’t get why you’re sending me here,” you muttered. You hated how she knew this was wrong. You hated the way guilt clung to her like a second skin, how she tread so carefully around you like you might shatter if she said the something.

She sighed, dragging a hand through her hair until it was a tangled mess, a small act of comfort for her in the middle of your pain. “You won’t understand now, but one day you might. I can’t take care of you. I- I just can’t.”

You scoffed, stepping away from the wall to face her. “Don’t lie to me,” you said, your voice sharp and certain. “You just can’t stand to look at me. I’m a living reminder of everything you’ve lost.”

Her shoulders stiffened. You were right, and she knew it. Seeing you was too much, because you looked like the one person she’d loved most. Because you looked like someone who was now gone.

“I’m not having this conversation with you again. You know the arrangements,” she said coldly, her voice rehearsed. “I’ll send money every month. You’ll take care of yourself and stay out of trouble. When you graduate, the money transfer stops.”

You gave her a small nod.

There was no point in arguing.

Before she left, she promised to visit when she could. Promised you’d live with her again after graduation. Said that she just needed time. But deep down, you knew those were just words. She wasn’t coming back. Not for you. She walked away without looking back, leaving you in a strange city where no one knew your name and where you’d spend the rest of your youth… alone.

What now?

There was still time before the first day began. Students roamed the halls, some in search of their new classrooms, others simply making use of their free time to socialize. You glanced around until you spotted a sign with an arrow pointing toward the Courtyard which would’ve been nice, if it weren’t pouring rain. You scanned the area again and eventually decided to just wander, steering away from the growing crowds. A chance to explore your new surrounding.

You walked past clusters of people and into a quieter, empty hallway. The rain still followed you, its relentless drumming against the windows echoing through the space. The heavy clouds outside dimmed the natural light, making the hallway look even gloomier. Unlike the main building, this area seemed to depend on sunlight to feel alive.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden movement outside. You slowed your steps, drawn toward a window overlooking the school’s side yard. There, standing beneath a single small umbrella, were a boy about your age and an older man. The boy’s jaw was clenched tight as the man leaned in, speaking harshly. You watched, uneasy, as the man’s voice rose- and then, without a second thought, he slapped the boy across the face.

You flinched. The boy lowered his head, hair falling forward to hide his eyes. They stood in silence for a moment, the tension thick even from this distance, before the man turned and walked away, leaving him standing alone in the rain. The boy didn’t move. He simply stood there, shoulders trembling, letting the rain soak him.

It was a sad sight. Guess you weren’t the only one feeling hopeless in weather like this.

It felt wrong to keep watching, to stare through a window at someone’s private pain. So you turned away, giving him whatever dignity you could.

Just as you moved, something else caught your attention, soft music, playing faintly from somewhere down the hall. Curious, you followed the sound, your skirt trailing behind you with every step. The music grew louder, a piano instrumental, smooth and emotional. You didn’t recognize the song, but its melody pulled at something inside you.

You found yourself standing outside a room with the door slightly open. You hesitated for a moment, just listening, but your curiosity soon got the better of you. Quietly, you stepped closer and peeked inside.

There, in the middle of the room, stood a boy in uniform. At first, you were confused since he wasn’t sitting at the piano in the corner creating the melody that you heard. But then he moved, arms flowing with the rhythm of the music, his body shifting carefully, almost dreamlike. There was no strict choreography he was simply thinking with his feet, lost in the song. His hair fell to one side of his face, and you noticed a few piercings along his ear. You wondered vaguely if he got in trouble for those.

You knew you shouldn’t be spying, but there was something almost sacred about the moment. It felt comforting seeing someone so connected to what they loved. It reminded you of your own forgotten passions, from a time before everything changed.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t realize the music had ended. Suddenly, the boy turned and his eyes locked with yours.

For the first time, you saw his face clearly, the scatter of his moles, the thick eyebrows, the wide startled look in his thin eyes.

He froze for just a second. Then, panicked, he rushed to the CD player, yanked the disc out, and bolted through the other door, disappearing down the hall.

You stood there, stunned. Had he not meant for anyone to see him? Maybe you had been a little invasive and looked like a total creep just now.

Before you could even think about following him to apologize, you glanced at your watch, five minutes before class.

Panic set in. You quickly sprinted back the way you came. But no matter how fast you ran, it didn’t change the fact that you’d never gotten a proper tour of the school, let alone been shown where your homeroom was.

Breathless, you slowed down, glancing around the now empty hallways. You scanned the crumpled paper in your hand, searching for the classroom number.

“A-132… A-132…” you muttered under your breath.

“You’re in class A-132?”

You jumped at the sudden voice. When you turned, a boy was standing there, smiling warmly. His features were soft, almost delicate, and there was something easygoing about his appearance.

You said nothing at first, just staring.

He seemed amused by your reaction.

“I’m the class president,” he said, the corner of his mouth tugging upward. “Yang Jungwon?”

“Ah, I see,” you replied with a stiff nod, then turned away, determined to find your classroom yourself and as fast as possible.

He chuckled under his breath and quickly caught up to you. “Wait, wait- I’m also in that class. Follow me.”

You blinked at him, a little confused, but eventually fell into step beside him.

He didn’t say much as you walked, only asking for your name. When you told him, he looked briefly stunned, something flickering across his face that you couldn’t quite understand but it didn’t really matter to you at the moment.

When you reached the classroom door, you hesitated. Your stomach twisted. You were definitely about to get scolded for being late.

Jungwon noticed your nervousness. With a soft, understanding smile, he stepped forward and opened the door for you.

“Sorry to interrupt and for our tardiness,” he said politely. “I was showing the new student around.”

He strolled in casually, heading toward one of the only two empty seats in the room.

The teacher gave a small nod.

“Very well… Would you like to introduce yourself to your classmates?”

Immediately, the room buzzed with whispers. You could feel dozens of eyes on you, heavy and expectant.

But the pair of eyes you felt the most was Jungwon’s. He gave you an encouraging thumbs up, his smile warm and supportive.

It didn’t help much.

“Maybe some other time,” you said with a forced smile. “I’m already late. I’d like to catch up.”

The teacher studied you for a second before nodding in agreement.

You made your way to the last empty seat at the back of the room, slumping into it with a relieved sigh. At last, you allowed yourself to relax, sinking into the chair.

Eventually, you rested your head against the cool surface of the desk, letting its chill lull you into a daydream.

The day passed by in a blur. Classes were over, and if it weren’t for your endless daydreaming, you would’ve already been gone, searching for the place you were supposed to be staying.

But something held you back. Something, after a long, boring, agonizingly pitiful day, had finally caught your attention.

That room. That abandoned classroom hidden at the edge of campus. And that boy dancing like his world depended on it.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t curious.

Slowly, you left your last classroom, weaving through the emptying halls.

You retraced the steps you took that morning, your memory guiding you. When you finally recognized the gloomy hallway, the one dimmed by cloud-filtered light, you stopped in front of the room again.

You hesitated only a second before cracking the door open, expecting someone or anyone to be inside.

But it was empty.

You stepped in. The room that had felt so alive earlier now looked stripped of all color. You could barely see a thing through the gloom, so you made your way across the room and yanked the heavy curtains open.

Soft, gray light flooded in, revealing more of the space.

It was larger than you remembered.

Instruments lay scattered everywhere. Half-written songs were abandoned on wrinkled scraps of paper. A detailed drawing on the whiteboard had started to fade, edges blurred by time. Microphone stands were toppled across the floor like forgotten toys near a piano in the corner.

The deeper you walked into the room, the more fascinating it became. You stopped at a bulletin board, scanning the clutter of old posters and pinned announcements.

“ENHYPEN DEBUT at the Annual Arts Festival!”

“Rising Stars Heeseung, Sunoo, and Jake — Amazing Vocals at such a Young Age!”

“Jungwon and NI-KI show incredible dance choreography on stage!”

“Jay, lead guitarist of ENHYPEN holds a guitar lesson day for art students!”

“Sunghoons talent and visuals steals the hearts of every girl world wide!”

“Join the Arts Club Today!”

Arts Club… you thought. Is that what this room was? Or what it used to be?

You wandered past a table piled with paintbrushes, broken props, and forgotten supplies. Something caught your eye.

In the corner, half-buried under dust, was a small Polaroid photo.

You picked it up carefully, blowing the dust away, and flipped it over to read the back.

“Always 7.” You frowned. “What does that mean?” you murmured to yourself turning it back over, you studied the photo more closely. Seven boys, crammed together, smiling brightly.

You recognized three of them immediately. “That’s Jungwon…” you whispered. “And the dancer.”

There they were standing side by side, arms slung around each other, grinning wide. You spotted another familiar face, the boy from this morning, the one who cried in the rain. Here, though, he was different, pretending to strum an imaginary guitar, laughing like he hadn’t a care in the world. He was happy.

Two other boys laughed beside him, caught mid-laughter, while the last two threw peace signs at the camera, singing into a shared microphone.

The photo was full of life. Full of memories. What happened? you wondered.

But you didn’t have time to dwell.

The sun was already sinking lower, and you didn’t exactly want to be wandering alone after dark.

You tucked the photo gently back where you found it, then slipped out of the room, closing the door behind you.

The walk back toward the entrance was quiet. You pulled out the scrap of paper with your new address on it, studying it carefully.

Only… you had no clue where to even start.

“I thought I’d lost you.”

You flinched at the voice but relaxed when you recognized it.

Jungwon.

“Could you quit doing that?” you grumbled, shooting him a glare.

He smiled, looking completely unbothered. “Should I walk you home?” he asked, glancing at the paper in your hand.

“No, thanks,” you said quickly, turning away from him.

He watched you march off with an exasperated sigh. Then, of course, he followed you anyway.

“You’re not going out to have fun?” he asked.

“What’s the point,” you muttered.

“Well, it’s the first day of our last year. Don’t you want to make the most of it?”

You finally glanced back at him.

“I should be asking you that. What are you doing following me around, Mr. President?”

He gave a small nod of defeat at your jab but didn’t argue. The two of you continued walking, quietly following the street signs and vague instructions you were given as the sun dipped lower on the horizon, streaking the sky with gold and purple.

Jungwon lingered a few steps behind, keeping a careful distance.

He didn’t say anything, but you could feel his gaze on your back.. steady, watchful.

After a few more turns, you spoke again, not bothering to look over your shoulder.

“You’re the person who’s supposed to be watching me, aren’t you?”

His footsteps faltered for half a second, but he caught up quickly, matching your pace.

“Was I making it that obvious?” he asked sheepishly.

“There’s no other reason you’d be following me.”

“That’s not true,” he said quietly.

You finally slowed down, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. “Right.”

He stayed quiet at that.

You gradually came to a stop, your eyes lifting to the building in front of you. The name etched above the door matched the one on your piece of paper.

Jungwon leaned slightly over your shoulder to glance at it. “So… this is where you’re staying?” he asked.

You gave a small nod, folding the paper and slipping it into your bag. The building looked older than you expected, a worn sign hanging slightly crooked over the front door, paint chipped around the edges. But it had a charm to it.

“I guess so,” you said, unsure.

Jungwon looked at the building for a moment, then back at you. “I’ll be waiting out here for you tomorrow morning.”

You turned to him. “There’s no need”

“It’s my job,” he replied, his tone light, but there was a weight beneath it. “Don’t be late.”

You didn’t respond to that right away, feeling the wind on your face.

“I don’t need anyone watching me.” you muttered without looking at him.

“I know,” he said, and when you glanced back, he had that same calm smile. “But I’m not watching you. I’m watching out for you. There’s a difference.”

You blinked, unsure how to respond to that.

“Anyway,” he added, rocking back on his heels. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t get lost again.”

Jungwon turned and started walking back the way you came.

You watched him until he disappeared around the corner, the last light of day casting long shadows across the sidewalk. Then, with a deep breath, you reached for the doorknob and stepped inside.

The restaurant was small. You were confused, at first this didn’t look like a rental lobby. The sign outside had said “vacancy,” sure, but you weren’t expecting a dining room to be your first step inside. Wooden tables filled the space, each one slightly different from the next. The wallpaper was peeling in spots, and an old clock ticked too loudly above the counter.

You lingered in the doorway, unsure. Then, from behind a beaded curtain at the back of the restaurant, a soft voice called out, “Come in! Don’t just stand there.”

A woman stepped through, wiping her hands on her apron. She was small, her shoulders slightly hunched with age, but her eyes were sharp and warm. Her silver hair was tied back in a loose bun, and the corners of her mouth curled into a kind smile.

“You’re the one moving into the room upstairs, aren’t you?” she asked.

You nodded slowly, stepping further in. “Yes.”

She looked you over with a careful, thoughtful gaze, then nodded once, as if satisfied with whatever silent judgment she’d come to. “You don’t seem like a talker, thats alright. Room’s through the back, up the stairs. You hungry?”

“No, I’m okay,” you said, though your stomach growled in quiet betrayal.

She just chuckled, disappearing briefly before returning with a plate of sliced fruit and a bottle of water. “Moving into a place you aren’t familiar with is difficult. Always better with something in your stomach.”

You murmured a thank you, and she waved you off gently, already turning back to the kitchen.

Following her instructions, you found the stairs and carried yourself to the second floor. The stairs creaked with your steps, “how old is this place?” you thought.

Your room was small but clean. A single bed pressed up against the wall beneath a window that overlooked the street, a wooden desk tucked neatly in the corner. A faint scent of herbs lingered in the air, like the smell of the restaurant below had climbed the stairs and settled into the walls.

You set your bag down on the bed and sat slowly. The springs creaked beneath you. From outside, you could hear the hum of a scooter passing, some girls laughing at the end of the steet, wind brushing against the trees.

You moved your bag off of the bed and layed down. You sighed into the pillow as you thought of everything all at once.

Then.. you were lulled into a sleep.

It was bright. Way too bright.

You blinked as your eyes adjusted, finding yourself standing in the middle of a hallway. The walls were painted blue, freshly, from the smell of it. You recognized this place. You don’t know where you are but it’s like something in you knew. Like nostalgia.

Your footsteps were quiet as you wandered down the hallway, peeking through cracked doors like you were looking for something or someone. You paused at one that was wide open. A little girl’s room. Photos lined every inch of the wall, some falling off the corners. It tugged at something deep in your chest.

You were about to step inside when you heard voices further down the hall. You followed the sound, slowly turning the corner and froze.

There she was. Your mother.

She looked just like you remembered, but way younger. And she was smiling, speaking softly to a small girl holding a seemingly new camera in her hands.

“Hi, honey. What do you have there?” your mom asked, kneeling a little to meet the girl’s gaze.

The little girl fumbled with the camera, giggling. “I’m taking a picture of Mommy!”

Your mom let out a soft laugh, nodding with an exaggerated ‘oh’ expression. “Why don’t you help me paint instead, hmm? The faster we finish, the faster you can go play with your friend.”

The girl gasped dramatically, already grabbing a tiny paintbrush. “Okay!!”

She plopped down beside your mom, doodling more than actually helping, but your mom just laughed along with her. They looked so happy. You couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto your own face.

Then- knocking.

Your mom paused, stepping down from the stool she stood on and kneeling in front of the girl again. “I think that’s Dad. Want to go open the door for him?”

The girl’s eyes lit up. “Yes!” She sprinted off right past you. You turned to follow her, feeling the same excitement she did.

She flung the front door open… and your smile fell, so did hers.

Not a father, but two policemen instead.

The warmth drained from the house in seconds. The sun outside dimmed. Rain started to fall hard and fast. The walls around you groaned and swayed, like they were struggling to stay upright. You couldn’t hear the words, not really. The voices of the officers warped, twisted, muffled. Like someone had dunked your head underwater.

You stumbled, reaching out to the girl.. then everything went dark.

You gasped awake, chest heaving, cold sweat dripping down your back. Asphalt scraped at your knees. You were outside. How did you get outside?

Oh. Right.

You slowly stood, brushing yourself off, forcing your breathing to slow. A few students passed by, but no one paid you much attention.

Good.

You didn’t want to explain your situation. You never did.

As you walked toward the school gates, your eyes flicked up to the posters on the walls. Some end of the year festival thing. It looked like something out of a movie, and it was no small event if the students around you had anything to say about it.

You stepped through the doors, head ducked low. You weren’t in the mood to run into Jungwon, It was uncomfortable having your aunt’s personal spy following you around.

Your classroom wasn’t far. You slid inside just before the bell, ignoring the familiar whispers that followed you. You kept your head down and sat at the back by the window.

You dropped your pencil on the desk, resting your head in your hands. The world outside the window felt quieter. Calmer. Easier to stare at.

But then the whispers changed tone. Higher. Louder. More excited. The door opened. You didn’t look. Not until you saw shoes stop in front of your desk.

“Hey,” a voice said very low, almost careful. “Do you have a partner by chance?”

You glanced up, confused and vaguely annoyed.

It was him.

The boy from the photo. The one who stood in the rain yesterday.

Your face twisted slightly. “Excuse me?”

His eyes widened as he realized what that must’ve sounded like. “Wait- no! Not like that. I meant… like, a desk partner. I’m not.. uh, I didn’t mean it like that.”

You stared at him, suspicious of him but you turned your direction forward anyway not giving him an answer.

He let out a quiet breath of relief and sat next to you, muttering something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch. He didn’t look at you again, probably embarrassed or mad, and you were fine with that.

Class ended quickly, you realize that you probably daydreamed again when others spoke about notes but your notebook was seemingly empty. You waited until the room was nearly empty before slipping out the back and taking a quieter route through the school, one you were already starting to remember.

Your steps slowed as you turned into that hallway again.

The air was always cooler here. Like the rest of the school forgot this place existed. You walked toward the last door on the left, your fingers holding onto your uniform tightly.

You didn’t know what made you come back.

Maybe it was the photo. Maybe it was the silence that lived in the room, like it had been waiting for someone to notice.

You reached for the doorknob—

“Hey.”

You stopped.

Turning around, your eyes met a familiar face, Jungwon.

He blinked, surprised to see you. “What are you doing here?”

You looked at him, caught off guard. “…Just walking.”

He tilted his head, clearly not buying it. “Not many people walk all the way down here by accident.”

You shrugged, not offering more. “Didn’t realize it was restricted.”

“It’s not,” he said quickly, but something about his tone contradicted that. His eyes flicked to the door behind you, then back to your face. “Just… not many people go in there anymore.”

You turned back to the door. “Why?”

He didn’t answer at first.

You could feel him shift behind you, like the air got heavier just being near this place.

Finally, he said, “It’s complicated.”

You glanced over your shoulder at him. “Is it a storage room or something?”

“No,” he said, softer now. “It used to be more than that.”

You didn’t respond, just kept your hand on the doorknob, debating whether or not to turn it.

Then Jungwon stepped forward, just enough to place himself beside you, not in front of the door, but close enough that it felt like a silent block. Not forceful, just intentional.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he said quietly.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I don’t see why it isn’t.”

He gave a small, tired smile. “You’re surprisingly stubborn.”

There was a flicker in his eyes then. Something you didn’t understand but could recognize all the same.

Pain.

Whatever happened in that room, it still clung to him. You let your hand fall back to your side.

“I was just curious,” you mumbled.

Jungwon nodded once, grateful maybe, or just relieved. “Don’t blame you.”

You turned away first, walking past him without another word. But your mind stayed behind.

It wasn’t just a room. You knew that now.

By the last bell of the day, your feet had already decided where to go.

The hallways were quieter now. Most students were on their way home or scattered around clubs, sports fields, and music rooms. You walked with your head down, your bag slung loosely over your shoulder, until you reached it again.

The arts room.

You stared at the closed door.

Jungwon had warned you earlier. But he hadn’t given a reason. Just a voice heavy with something he didn’t say. It should’ve made you pause but curiosity had teeth, and it was sinking in deep.

You twisted the doorknob and stepped inside.

The scent hit you first dust, dried paint, old paper. A life that had stopped in motion.

The light through the windows was weak, but enough to show you what you needed. Discarded brushes. A broken keyboard. Torn posters. A cracked mirror leaning against the wall. You traced the edge of a table with your fingertips. It felt wrong, how abandoned it all was. Like someone had just stepped out and never come back.

Near the back of the room, buried under a stack of paint-smeared canvases, something glinted.

You pulled it free.

A camera. Heavy. Worn. Taped in some places, it had been loved too much and broken too often.

“Do you like photography?”

The voice cut through the quiet like a gentle ripple, and you nearly dropped the camera in your hands.

You turned, wide-eyed, only to find Jungwon standing in the doorway, his steps slow, like he was walking through a memory.

“Wow,” he breathed, eyes drifting across the faded posters and abandoned art supplies. “I haven’t been in here in a long time.”

You watched him cautiously. You weren’t sure if he was going to scold you for being in here, or just quietly observe until you felt uncomfortable enough to leave.

So you spoke first.

“What happened to the arts club? Run out of funding or something?”

He let out a soft laugh, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No. Nothing like that. Like I said… it’s complicated.”

There was a flicker of something behind his words. You frowned.

He caught your expression, and the smile slipped from his face. That bright, easy-going Jungwon everyone knew? It cracked a little.

“The arts program started small,” he said quietly, “just one student who believed in the idea that people deserved a place to create… anything. Music, dance, painting. Whatever made them feel alive.”

He moved slowly through the room, fingers brushing against an old speaker like it might still echo the past.

“Back then, no one cared. Everyone wanted to be part of the soccer team, the track club. I didn’t either, honestly. Not until…”

You tilted your head. “Until?”

His voice softened. “Until I saw Riki. Or- ni-ki, I guess. He was dancing alone in here one day. And it was… unreal. Like watching someone exist in a different dimension. He was just that good.”

Jungwon eventually sat down at the table, tugging at the edge of his tie, eyes far away. “I joined. Invited a friend. Then another. Eventually there were seven of us.”

You waited. The room felt like it was holding its breath.

“And then?” you asked.

He leaned back, exhaling hard. “We started calling ourselves Enhypen. A band, kind of. A group that wanted to go far. We almost made it.”

Silence.

“It was good,” he added, voice barely above a whisper, “until we lost someone. Someone important to us. We all kind of… broke. In different ways. This room hasn’t been touched since.”

He looked over at you. “Until you.”

You blinked. “I’m not the only one who’s been coming here.”

His brows drew together. “What?”

“I saw someone dancing in here. Yesterday. He’s why I keep coming back. He ran off before I could talk to him, though.”

Jungwon went still.

Then, slowly, he leaned over, resting his head in his hands like the weight of the world had just landed on his shoulders. His eyebrows furrowed.

“I thought he quit dancing,” he whispered.

You didn’t say anything right away. The quiet settled between you like dust.

And then, softly, you asked, “Do you miss them?”

Jungwon looked up. His eyes were glassy, bright but tired, like he was still carrying pieces of the past in his chest.

“There isn’t a day where I don’t.”

You found yourself in an unfamiliar place once again. Standing still, disoriented, you tried to piece together where you were, until your eyes landed on your mother and the little girl.

They were stepping out of a school building. The girl’s small backpack hung awkwardly on her tiny frame. Without thinking, you began to follow them.

“How was school today, baby?” your mother asked gently.

She let out a soft sigh. “It was okay…”

She looked at her with concern. “What’s wrong?”

The little girl glanced up at her, hesitant. “There’s a boy who’s trying to be friends with me. He’s kind of weird. Everyone says he’s a freak and that I shouldn’t talk to him.”

Your mom stopped walking and knelt down so she was eye-level with the girl. Her voice was calm, but firm. “I think you should follow your heart instead of listening to what others say.”

The girl stared at her, quiet for a moment. Then she spoke, as if discovering the answer for herself. “I think I should be his friend.”

Out of nowhere, you found yourself back in the small diner beneath your room, a gentle hand resting on your shoulder. You turned to see the old lady looking at you with concern.

“Are you alright, child? You’ve been staring out that window for quite a while.”

You swallowed hard and looked away. You’d done it again, dreaming in public.

Your gaze drifted back to the window, where Jungwon stood outside. His back was to you, his posture awkward as he looked up at the sky.

It had been a week since your conversation with him. And still, he kept waiting for you every morning, even though you never showed. It always made him late to first period.

“Is he a friend? Or maybe a boyfriend?” the old lady asked.

You startled. “No—he’s just, um… he’s—”

She smiled softly, and the two of you turned your eyes back to the window. “Poor boy waits for you every day. Sometimes he even knocks on your door. Why do you avoid him, hm?”

You inhaled, then exhaled slowly. That was the question you hadn’t figured out yourself. Why did you avoid him?

“Anyway,” she said gently, “it’s up to you. Follow your heart.”

Follow your heart.

You turned quickly. “Hey, what did you say?” But when you looked back, she was gone.

Your eyes returned to Jungwon. You stepped backward slowly, still watching him. As usual, you planned to slip out the back, unnoticed, but something pulled you in a different direction.

You walked to the front door, opened it, and stepped outside.

Jungwon turned sharply, surprised. His eyes locked with yours, wide with shock. You didn’t meet his gaze, but you could feel how stunned he was.

You started walking down the path, and moments later, you heard his footsteps behind you. He caught up, matching your pace, falling into step beside you.

When you finally glanced over, he was grinning from ear to ear, trying to hide it by turning away every now and then.

You gave him a puzzled smile. “What are you so happy about?”

He looked at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s been a long time since I had a friend.”

You raised a brow. “Since when did I agree to be your friend?”

He glanced back at you, his smile soft but certain. “Ever since you walked out that front door.”

OUR DAYS IN THE RAIN.

TAGLIST:

@sojumimi @firstclassjaylee @dearestdreamies @butt3rfleye

[tip] - Reader suffers from dissociative amnesia.

[tip] - Paragraphs fully in italics means reader is in her dream like state.

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fic #enhypen niki #enhypen angst #enhypen jake #enhypen series #fluff fic #fanfic #jungwon enhypen #yang jungwon enhypen #enhypen jungwon

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webslingingslasher · 1 year ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/webslingingslasher/721605644038389760/pregnancy-scare-with-fratpeter-what-would-he-do?source=share

Is there ever a pregnancy scare after they're in the girlfriend phase?

*cleaning out my drafts. mentions of pregnancy and a slight suggestion of abortion.*

you groan at the gentle shake you're receiving and you shrug it off while half awake. you're unbelievably tired and the small window of rest you got wasn't enough.

'trouble? c'mon, get up.' peter's hand comes down rough on your backside, you whine and roll over. 'but i'm sleepy-eepy.' the warmth of peter's bed is ripped away from you, he's holding the blanket in his hands.

'now i'm cold.' and while it's not peter's fault and he's only doing what you asked, you feel a little frustrated at the knowledge of not being able to go back to sleep.

'if you get up now, i'll shower with you. ten, nine, eight, seven... that's my girl, super proud of you.'

you might've woken up grouchy, but peter set your mood right in the shower and now you keep giving his arm little kisses. 'my handsome man.' peter speaks into your hairline, 'it's just a white shirt, you heathen.'

you softly dig your teeth into the thick of his bicep while his aunt has her back turned mixing up a side salad. you pull back without a trace and talk into his skin. 'and my man looks so yummy in it.'

'see? that nap energized you more than you thought.'

'that or your precious mouth and nice way you use it on me.' peter gives you a charming smile. 'you're on a roll tonight, trouble.' you wrap your arms around his and give a final mark, it's time to be a smidge respectful in his childhood home.

peter breaks away to refill your wine glass and top may's off. you thank him with a small kiss, may thanks him by asking him to grab rolls from the oven.

---

there's a positive pregnancy test in your shaking hands. each time you blink it becomes more and more clear, you clutch your stomach as if you already had a month nine belly.

'fuck.'

what are you supposed to do?

tears fall fast, they hit your palms and positive test before you look around the bathroom. why are you alone? where's peter? you think of your boyfriend, you think of how royally fucked this makes things.

call it selfish but you wanted peter all to yourself for a few years and now you're jumping forward a hundred steps. 'fuck.' this isn't fair to either of you, you don't have it figured out yet.

you stare at the test one more time, you need to be sure. you close your eyes and count to ten, no matter how many times you try, the answer doesn't change.

'holy fucking shit, i'm-'

about to piss your pants. you fly up from the bed lightning fast, hightailing it to peter's bathroom before holding your head in your hands. you're drowsy and reminding yourself it was just a dream, but it felt so real.

but, no, just a dream. it's a dream because you're not pregnant. you just had your period... you just had it... it's only been... your stomach drops, why can't you remember? in four seconds you are wide, wide awake and you're going for your phone on peter's nightstand.

it's three in the morning and you haven't had a period in at least five weeks.

'peter, get up.' you're not soft spoken or gentle, you're full of terror and he's about to be too. you push at his arm roughly, it stirs him just enough you could break through the sleep.

'peter, get up right now.' a slow whine, you're not playing and his stubbornness is about to have you wake up the entire apartment complex. 'get the fuck up, peter.'

you're mean but it's the only thing stopping you from going full blown psycho and curling into a screaming, crying ball on his floor.

'peter,' you rush out his name one more time, this time he responds.

'what’s go-‘

'i think i'm pregnant and i'm about to freak the fuck out and i really, really need you to keep me from doing that right now.' it hits all at once, you try to breathe but you can't. it's peter's turn to fly up from the bed, he only goes as far as he needs to wrap you in a tight hug.

'trouble,' the name makes you sob, you really are trouble. 'shh, you're okay, we're okay.' it's not fair of peter to hold you calmly as if he's not scared shitless himself. 'we're so fucked, peter. i ruined everything.'

your mind is spinning and your boyfriend is keeping you grounded. 'nothing is ruined, nothing is fucked. we're okay, i promise we're okay.' no, peter's not thinking how you are. he doesn't understand what you just did to you both.

'i did, i really, really did. we just graduated, we don't live together, you're still waiting for that research position to open and my boyfriend slash baby daddy is going to die because he's also spider-man.'

it's all ruined. you don't even know what you ruined and that's the worse part, you ended it before it started.

'hey, trouble. one thing at a time, okay? we have time to figure it out if we need to. do we need to go get a test?' you nod, the idea of your dream turning into reality makes you want to sob.

'speaking of dying, i killed the last three plants ethan gave me. so, how nice is that? a dead dad and a mom who kills.' peter hugs you tighter, he wants to push all your suffering into him right now. you go one further, this is the final nail in the coffin.

'what if i'm not ready to be a mom?'

'we have time to figure-' he doesn't understand. 'no, what if i'm not ready to be a mom?' a soft kiss on your forehead tells you he read between the lines, it also tells you he doesn't resent you for the idea.

'i'm here for you, okay? i'm here for whatever decision you make and we'll figure it out together. we're a team. and i promise you, trouble, i'm not dying. kid or no kid, i won't let spider-man be the thing that does me in.'

you want this with peter, you really do. just... not now. a baby this young was never in the cards, you feel like you shouldn't be in this position but you played stupid games and won an unexpected prize.

'fuck. peter, i really think i might be pregnant.'

peter's being a strong front because you need it but he's just as unprepared as you are. 'have you been feeling sick?' you shake your head, you've felt normal until this very moment.

'i had i dream i was staring at a positive test and it felt so real that it woke me up and then i couldn't remember the last time i had my period so i looked at my phone and we're charting into week five.'

peter almost lets a curse slip, he contains it for you. 'okay, we're okay. i promise we're okay, we just need to make sure if you're pregnant or not. can you wait until morning or do we need to go now?'

peter using 'you' and 'pregnant' in the same sentence makes you want to throw up and you can't blame it on potential morning sickness. you're disgusted in yourself. this wasn't the timeline.

you couldn't last another few hours in this state, you'd go mad in record timing. 'now. right now.' in under a minute peter is stuffing a hoodie over your head and a shirt over his. you feel yourself on the verge of a breakdown but peter's outstretched hand tells you he's here for it.

---

'what if you resent me in like...' peter's already shaking his head, you can't put a date on it, what if it's now? 'wait, is it already happening? do you hate me?'

peter stops with you outside of the bodega right up the road from his apartment, he had been listening to your spiral the entire time with a calm demeanor.

'stop. i know this wasn't the plan and i know this isn't what we wanted right now but i don't want you thinking i could ever hate you or blame you for this. i wish i could make you feel better about this, trouble. i love you, i love you more than i have ever loved anything. i love you more than i thought was possible. i love you more than any song or book or movie could ever describe. and guess what? i'd love our kid just the same. shit, maybe even more cause you gave me one.'

is it hormones or is it because that's the best thing he could've ever told you at this moment? you crush him in a hug, he's a little surprised but holds you just the same. 'thank you.' for the first time since you woke up, you're able to breathe.

peter doesn't say you're welcome because you don't have anything to thank him for. he's doing what he'd do if this was however many years in the future and when it was a bit more planned. 'i didn't bring my wallet.'

peter scoffs, 'you think i'd make you pay for this?'

'i already feel like a burden.'

'trouble.' you bite your tongue, if peter can be nice enough to hold a poker face, you can stop telling yourself he secretly hates you. you need an answer and it lies inside the shop in a little box.

peter's holding the test, you couldn't bring yourself to touch it. you're standing in front of the refrigerator section staring at the drink selection, more than half focused on your reflection instead. peter catches on and taps your hand, you blink awake and look at three different cans before your brain hurts.

'what should i get?'

'whatever you want, trouble.'

'i can't think.' you can't. it's either total silence and dissociation or racing thoughts, you don't know peace anymore. if you're carrying his child, peter can pick a drink for you.

'hm. are you in the mood for something flavored?'

sweet. sugary. something to coat your mouth with a lasting aftertaste even if the news you were about to receive was on the bitter side.

'yeah.' peter nixes the three shelfs of water. 'carbonated or not?' too much of a choice, you shrug half-heartedly. 'i don't know.' peter looks behind him, a different choice entirely.

when's the last time you had an icee?

you don't notice peter walk off, you slipped back into staring at yourself in a baggy hoodie. if you jumped forward six months, how tight would it be?

peter grabs a small cup, looks at the clear-blue box in his hand and grabs a large one instead. a mixture of cherry and coke, it's nearly freezing his hand. it's going to be enough to keep your mind in the land of the living.

you find peter, lean against his back and close your eyes, he makes small movements and allows you to rest your weight on him. you're tired. mentally and emotionally. 'trouble?' you perk up again, peter halfway turns to hand over a frozen drink big enough for four.

'a slushie?' you give it a taste, you sip it down until your throat burns. 'heck yeah. and look at that, you love it.' he's not wrong. you can't remember the last time you had one and this somehow just made things a little better.

'it's making me feel better.'

'see? everyone needs some sugar now and then.'

---

for someone who made peter get out of bed at three in the morning and force him down to the corner store for a pregnancy test, you sure can't stomach the idea of taking it.

if it's a no, it'll be the biggest breath of fresh air you've ever had. if it's a yes, you and peter's life is about to forever change and you don't think you're ready for that yet.

you might not get peter to yourself for a few years, but you have him tonight and that's comfort enough. 'ready?' you intertwine your fingers with peter as he asks and pulls you out the front door. it's a quiet walk back sharing your cup of sugar before you silently creep back inside his aunt's apartment.

'ready to pee?'

you shake your head, peter offers his laptop up. ten minutes into a show, you have to go. fifteen minutes, it's pressing. twenty and you're about to burst.

you're not ready for the answer.

you'd be a bad mom.

'i drank wine tonight, peter. that's so bad, i'm such a bad person.'

'you're not a bad person, trouble. guess what? no one knows they're pregnant until they know. it's not your fault you kept living life how you normally do.'

you might've fucked things up but you chose the best person to do it with.

'i have to pee.' for just a teeny, tiny second- peter's guard faults. he's just as scared of the results, it fills you with solace. you're not the only one here who doesn't want this, even if he won't tell you so.

'want me to come with?'

you shake your head and don't even look at the box when you swipe it from his desk. your hand shakes as you tear the blue plastic, it's dawned on you that this is the first time you've ever taken one. you never thought you’d be here.

you hold your eyes closed while you do it as if the results would show immediately. you snap the cap back into place and hide it behind you. starting a five minute timer, you wait on the answer to the future.

poking your head out from his bathroom you clear your throat. 'counting down.'

'how are you feeling? still doing okay?' you nod, you're really thankful he has your back tonight. it's nice to know that when you're truly falling apart, he's your backbone.

'i love you.'

'i love you too, sweetheart.'

you've been so good and so brave this whole time, you haven't cried once. but that just broke you and you can't place why. you try to will away the sting in your eyes, it doesn't work.

a broken whimper and you can't hold it in anymore.

you fall apart and before you could collapse to the floor, peter's tucking you into his chest and kissing your head. 'shh, you're okay. i promise you're okay, you have me. you'll always have me.'

'promise?'

'i promise, trouble. don't you remember? i couldn't let you go if i tried.'

'i know you said to stop but i'm really sorry and i need you to know that.' peter feels his heart break, he must've done something wrong at some point to make you think he could ever be upset at you for this.

but peter thinks you need him to accept it. 'it's okay. i know you're sorry and it's okay.' you relax and exhale into him, you stop your tears because crying is useless and it's only making you feel worse.

'i'm being so annoying, aren't i?'

'not in the slightest, do you see how long it took you to cry?'

you sniff and wipe away any stray tears before giving peter a pathetic pucker. 'kiss, please.' you're granted the slow and soft kind, the one that is just pure care and adoration.

'will you promise to keep having sex with me if i'm pregnant?'

peter can't hold in his laugh, you hear yourself and giggle with him. 'i promise, trouble. you can get it anytime. i mean, you already do, but with my baby in you- you'll get absolutely anything you want, whenever you want.'

'even if i want cheetos at two in the morning?' peter thinks that's light work, he graces your cheek with a kiss of the same kind. 'especially then.' it's not always rainbows and butterflies. 'what about when my belly pops, my hormones hit the ceiling, my feet are swollen, i'm hot all the time, and i just constantly scream at you?'

'you wouldn't do that.' well, you're not planning on it but you have no idea what effects this will have on you. 'but if you did, i'd take it in stride. if i was carrying around twenty pounds that made me constantly want to piss my pants, i'd be grumpy too.'

'we're gonna be so tired.'

'we already are.'

you chew on your bottom lip for a moment. 'what if i get stretch marks?'

'from growing my kid? couldn't think of anything sexier, trouble.'

it's not what was planned, but if this is how it'll be, you'll be okay. peter was right, you would figure it out. together.

'you have an answer for everything.'

'that's why you love me so much. you needed to find someone who could keep up with you.'

'and oh boy can you keep up and catch me.'

you match his smile, you feel good. you feel like things aren't so ruined now. 'it's my favorite thing to do.' you scrunch your nose up at him before giving a small jump to your alarm tone.

you end the timer. 'oh god.' that.

'don't undo what we just did. no more panic, we're okay with this, right? if it's a yes, we're doing this?'

it's terrifying to think you could be a parent in under a year but something tells you that you'll be just fine with peter by your side. 'yeah, we're doing this.'

peter nods towards his bathroom door, 'ready?'

for the first time tonight, you feel confident. 'yes.' you back up for the results, wrapping your palm around the middle until you're next to peter again.

you both take a deep breath and you finally get to see the answer.

peter exhales out, 'holy shit.'

your shoulders slump when you mutter out, 'thank god.'

'holy fuck, i thought my stomach was about to come out of my ass for a second. don't get me wrong if it was-'

'i was right there with you, petey. we could've figured it out but thank god we don't have to.' you hold a hand over your heart and feel calm wash over you. 'are we bad people for being happy about this?'

peter shakes his head. 'no, not at all. we're not ready for that yet, but now we know we could be.'

you think you're speaking for the both of you and you think it needs to be said. 'to be clear, we do want kids, just later down the road. and this was just a little scare but now that we know we don't want any right now, we should be a little more careful about how we do things, right?'

'a hundred percent, trouble. you said it before i could.'

'good.' you take another peek at the test, double confirmation. 'now can you please feed me? i'm famished.'

even if you weren't pregnant, peter would do anything for you.

'anything my baby wants, she gets.'

#frat!peter blurbs #life after uni

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witchygagirlwrites · 5 months ago

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Sin So Sweet

Matt Casey x Severide Sister Reader (Nicknamed Sunshine)

You're younger than him and Kelly's half sister. Matt should know better

Warnings: age gap, NSFW

You glanced out the window at the road signs flashing by. Chicago. When your friend Eliza called you about an opening in her precinct you figured the move was the next step in your life. A phone call with the house sergeant Trudy Platt later and you were packing up what little you owned into your jeep and leaving your hometown in the rearview.

You didn’t have any close family. When your mom passed when you were seventeen your aunt and uncle had taken you in so you could finish high school and helped you get through the academy, after that you slid them some money for everything you knew they’d footed out over the years that they really didn’t have to foot out but did so because the only thing your dad had ever given you was his last name and a couple birthday presents.

Now you needed a new start and maybe just maybe this was it. You checked the directions to Eliza’s once more and hit your blinker to follow them. You changed lanes just fine and went under a green light. You saw the truck blast through the stop sign but didn’t have time to react before it smashed into you and everything went black.

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When the alarm rang through firehouse fifty one for a multiple vehicle accident the truck, rescue squad and the ambulance responded. When they rolled on scene they were met with a car that was badly dented, a mini van with a crumpled front end, the truck that was clearly the offending vehicle and a bright yellow jeep that still had someone stuck inside that would require the jaws to get them out of.

“Grab the jaws” Kelly ordered and walked over to the jeep, trying to get a look inside. A woman was semi conscious in the driver’s seat, blood pouring out of a cut on her head “BRETT” he hollered then leaned into the jeep. Before he could say anything however the woman’s eyes focused on him for a second and a clear look of confusion spread across her face “Benny?” then her head drooped over to the side. Benny? She called him his father’s name.

“Kelly” Sylvie was at his side trying to check on the woman. “She lost consciousness” he told her and she nodded, looking at the jeep “I need to get in to stabilize her while you work to get her out” he helped Sylvie in then him and the rescue squad went to work.

Once the woman was free and out on a gurney Stella walked over and leaned in the jeep, sunflowers decorated the seats and steering wheel cover. She spotted a purse down on the floorboard and whistled at Kelly “I’m checking for ID” he nodded “Go ahead” she picked up the purse and found a wallet then called his name again. “What?” he asked and she turned to license around to show him the woman’s photo and her name Y/N Severide

“Do you know her?” Stella asked and he shook his head “No, but she called me Benny before she passed out” Stella watched the ambulance pull away then climbed out of the jeep “You need to go to the hospital Kelly” He nodded slowly “Yeah, I need to find out just who she is”

Everything hurt. Your head, your side, your back. You had some weird ass dream about some guy who had your dead beat father’s eyes, except that guy’s eyes actually held some care in them.

You groaned as you tried to sit up and felt a hand reach out for your arm and a voice say “Let me help you” your eyes flew open at the very masculine voice and there was the guy from your dream “Who the hell are you and why do you look like my deadbeat father?”

He grinned slightly “Well hello to you too Sunshine. Y/N Severide. Can I ask who your father is?” you shrugged “Benny Severide” he stared at you for a second before asking how old you were when you told him he nodded “You’re about ten years younger than me, makes sense with when he left” you raised an eyebrow “What are you saying here?” he stepped a little closer and offered his hand “My name’s Kelly. I’m your older half brother”

“I have a brother?” you all but whispered and he shrugged “Yeah?” and despite the pain you were in, a small smile slipped onto your face “and just this morning I thought I had no close family left” a look crossed his face “None? Who was your mom?” “Penelope Killian. She died when I was seventeen and until about five minutes ago I thought I was an old child” you laughed.

He nodded “I responded to your wreck” the wreck. Fuck, your jeep. “My baby” you whispered and his eyes widened then he laughed slightly “You mean your jeep” you nodded “That was the only thing I owned” “You had insurance didn’t you?” you nodded then admitted “I’ve never had to file a claim” he laughed “I can help you?” you shook your head “Kelly, you’ve known me five minutes”

He cut his eyes at the clock “Seven” “Excuse me big brother. Seven” you laughed, holding your side then groaned “Fuck i was supposed to start work monday” he raised his eyebrows “Where?” “As a patrolman at the twenty first precinct” he grinned “I can help you with that. I work with the house sergeant’s husband” you raised an eyebrow “Damn”

He nodded “Um, Can I call my wife? She’s going to want to meet you” you ran a hand over your hair and he smiled “She was there when you got pulled out sunshine. She works with the fire department too” you nodded “In that case, call her down” he smiled “Ok” and walked out to call her.

You sat there staring at the door. Christ, you needed to call Eliza too and where the hell was all your stuff out of your jeep? You could ask Kelly you guessed. Kelly you had a big brother and apparently a sister in law. What was life? This morning you were an only child moving cities looking for a new start, now you had a totaled jeep and a brother. You were worried for tomorrow.

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The knock on your door made you cut your eyes at Kelly “Well I mean I’d get it but..” you shrugged and he laughed “You damn sure have the same attitude as me” you cracked a smirk “That a good or bad thing?” he shrugged “Guess we’ll see” and walked over to the door.

When he opened it a pretty woman wearing a CFD uniform came walking in. She smiled at you as Kelly said “Y/N this is my wife Stella, Stella this is Y/N…my younger sister apparently. I called Benny’s sister and turns out she knew about her but never told me because he told her not to”

“That bitch” you and Stella gasped in unison then turned and grinned at each other. Kelly laughed slightly “Well you two are getting along” “While we’re at it, where’s all my stuff out of my jeep? That was literally everything I own” you questioned and Stella cut her eyes at Kelly before she shrugged “I took it back to the station house after I saw the last name Severide on your license”

You let out a sigh of relief “I love you already Stella” and she grinned. “Can I borrow someone’s phone? I was supposed to be meeting a friend to look at extended stay motels until I could get a place and she’s probably freaking out” Stella handed you her phone then cut her eyes at Kelly “Let’s give her some privacy”

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The moment Stella and Kelly stepped into the hall she spun around to face him “Oh my god. You have a little sister!” he nodded “And she’s a cop. She was supposed to start at the twenty-first monday. I got Mouch to call Trudy” her eyes widened “That’s handy. How do you feel?”

He looked back towards your hospital room “She acts like me, it’s weird how I can see that and we just met” she slipped her arms around his waist and laid her head over on his shoulder “You do know there’s no way I’m letting my sister-in-law stay at a extended stay motel without at least trying to get her to stay with us, right?”

He laughed and tucked her into his side tighter “I had some idea” she cut her eyes up at him and smiled “So, we calling her sunshine still?” he nodded “Definitely” and she shook her head with a laugh.

When you were released from the hospital two days later Stella had talked you into staying in hers and Kelly’s spare room. “At least for a few days. Heal up, start working and get to know us” she’d said.

Considering you needed a ride just to meet with the local office of your insurance carrier wasn’t like you could turn her down besides you wanted to get to know Kelly. He seemed genuine about wanting to know you.

You followed them out of the hospital and laughed when you realized Stella drove a jeep as well. She cut her eyes back at you and grinned “It’s not yellow but it’ll do right?” you nodded “Yeah, it’ll do” Kelly shook his head “After we meet with the insurance they should have you a rental car ready in the next day or so. Then we’ll take you by the twenty first to meet Platt then if you want to meet the rest of fifty one?” you nodded “Of course.They work with you two and saved my life”

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Considering your age you felt a little ridiculous sitting back and letting Kelly handle your insurance agents but he stepped in without a second thought and honestly Benny had never been a father and having Kelly be protective over you even in something that simple? It made you smile.

They were going to cover your jeep in full and drop a rental car off at Stella and Kelly’s until the check hit your account. After that they took you to the twenty first where you met Sergeant Platt, your house sergeant and even ended up meeting the whole of the intelligence unit. They were all welcoming even if they were a little curious about Kelly having a half sister no one had known about until now.

You were set to start work the following Monday now. You sat in the back of Stella’s jeep as she parked in front of their firehouse. You climbed out and fell in behind her and Kelly. “I’m nervous” you laughed and Kelly shook his head “Don’t be.They’ll be nice”

You followed the two of them into the bays and every eye turned towards you. Your eyes landed on one person in particular. He was freaking gorgeous, blue eyes, Kelly’s height and when he smiled at you damn. He was older than you of course. Damn near everyone here was. Kelly pulled you to the front “This is Y/N Severide. My younger half sister. She’s gonna be staying with me and Stella while she finds a place and Monday she’ll be starting as a patrolman at the twenty first. You can also call her sunshine” you shot him a glare and he smirk “Be welcoming or else”

Everyone introduced themselves with handshakes from the men and hugs from the few women.When the man who got your attention from the start introduced himself Kelly told you “This is the house captain Matt Casey, my best friend” of course. You’d get the hots for your newly founded older brother’s best friend. That was one guy code you knew. Little sisters were off limits and Stella had already pointed out that in her words “Kelly is in big brother mode isn’t he?”

Matt smiled at you as he shook your hand “Nice to meet you sunshine” “Nice meeting you Matt” you told him with a small smile yourself.

Kelly put his hand on your shoulder “Come on. I want to introduce you to Boden too” you laughed and cut your eyes up at Matt “I feel like a shiny new toy to my brother” he grinned “He’s proud to have you though?” you laughed lightly “First time in my life I think anyone has been proud to have me so I guess I should enjoy it” and let Kelly drag you away but not before cutting your eyes back at Matt again and felt your heart flip when he was already looking at you and winked before walking away.

It was so weird having family that cared about you for no other reason than you were you. Kelly was really everything you ever would’ve wanted out a big brother and Stella was the best sister in law that ever existed. You’d been in Chicago a couple weeks and really it felt like you’d known Kelly for years. You were still staying at their loft while you tried to find your own place but you had finally talked them into an agreement that you were splitting bills and groceries with them.

“I’m not staying for free Kel” you’d argued one night while you and Stella sipped wine around the island while he chopped vegetables for supper. He cut his eyes up at you and grinned when you called him Kel instead of Kelly and nodded “Ok sunshine. That’s fine” and that was that. It made you feel better about staying with them and in all honesty you loved staying with them anyways.

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You were slowly finding your footing, even if some things were still shaky. The gaps of anger towards Benny at the fact that you truly could have known Kelly your entire life if he would’ve just been a little less shitty. You wouldn’t have been alone so many years. It wouldn’t have taken you totaling your jeep for you to find a new start.

When you started at the twenty first you were partnered with Kiara O’Rourke. She was a lively brunette who kept everyone on their toes. You and her got along beautifully from day one to the point even Platt and Voight commented on how well you two partnered. You had a new jeep, this one was a burnt orange color to Kelly’s delight because he still insisted on calling you sunshine and it had stuck with everyone it seemed. Even officers around the precinct were picking it up.

Matt still plagued your mind every time you saw him because he gave you that damn smile that spelled trouble but he was your brother’s best friend. You weren’t going to do that. No matter if he was gorgeous and older than you and could probably wear you out in all the best ways.

“So you’re going out with Kiara and Eliza?” Stella asked as you tried to find the keys to your jeep. She whistled and held them up from the counter. You grinned and took them from her outstretched hand “Yeah, it’s Eliza’s birthday and before Kelly freaks I have a strict rule of no more than two drinks then switch it out” she nodded “Good, because you know he’d freak”

You laughed “It’s sweet really. I’ve never had people care about me like I do now” she smiled “You’re family sweetie. We’re gonna care. Text me when you get to Eliza’s later tho.Just so I know you didn’t get in a bar fight. You do have that Severide temper” you cut your eyes at her with a smirk “Who was born one and who married one?” she nodded “Good point”

You slipped your jacket on and blew her a kiss “Love ya Stel. See you tomorrow” and hurried out of the door.

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“I’m telling you, the look on their faces when they realized two women took em down! Voight even cracked a smile” you laughed and Eliza shook her head “It’s good to see the changes in it since you’ve moved here Y/N” Kiara grinned “Yeah, I’m glad we got sunshine here” you rolled your eyes “I love Kelly but that nickname” she shook her head “You love it” you shrugged “Maybe” and they both started laughing.

You glanced up and saw Matt walk in the door of the bar and a smile slipped onto your face “Ohh” they both cooed and looked around “Who did you spot?” you shook your head “No one” Eliza nodded slowly then cut her eyes at Kiara “Twenty bucks says she goes to the bathroom then texts me in twenty saying she’ll be back in the morning” you felt your face warm “Will not”

But about that time you glanced up and made eye contact with Matt who nodded towards the barstool next to him so you looked between the two of them “I’ll be right back” they cracked up laughing as you walked away and you heard them go into another conversation.

You headed for Matt and he grinned when you slipped onto the barstool next to you “You summoning people now Captain?” he raised an eyebrow “Well if it works officer Severide” you grinned “How ya been?” he nodded “Decent. This has got to be the first time I’ve managed to catch you for five minutes without Kelly or Stella around” you waved a hand back towards where your friends were “Out with a couple friends or well friend and partner”

He nodded, eyes never leaving you “Glad to have caught you” you moved a little closer “And why’s that Matthew?” his eyes went from yours down to your lips then back up and you felt your face warm as he said “Because you are so damn gorgeous” you grinned “Thank you, you’re pretty good looking yourself”

“Sunshine, I think you need to go back to your friends” he said after staring at you for a minute. You felt your face fall. “And why’s that?” “Because you’re my best friend’s little sister. You’re ten years younger than me. I should not be thinking about doing the things to you that I want to do” you swallowed hard, your thighs clenching together just from his words “I’m not some little naive school girl Matt. What if I want you to do those things to me?” his eyes met yours and he smirked slightly “Your brother will fucking kill me” you shrugged “Not if we don’t tell him” “Did you drive here?” he asked and you shook your head “I rode with Eliza” “Text her you’ll see her in the morning” he said then grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet.

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The moment you stepped foot into Matt’s apartment he had you pushed against the door, his mouth against yours, his hands slipping under your shirt. “So fucking beautiful. Wanted you from the first day Kelly introduced you” he muttered, pulling back to slip your shirt over your head then attacked your neck, kissing the skin there and biting gently “No marks Matt” you gasped and he grinned against your neck “Don’t want big brother seeing, do we?” as he caught your legs behind the thighs and scooped you up into his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around his thighs.

He walked through his place and the moment he laid you back on his bed his lips were back on yours. You moaned out his name as his hands explored your body, fingers finding the buckle of your jeans. “Lift your hips babygirl” he whispered and you did what he said which earned you a smile as he pulled them down your hips.

“Matt, you’re still fully dressed” you whined and he chuckled lightly “Sorry” and pulled his shirt over his head to toss it. He started at your left ankle,kissing his way up your leg, stopping just shy of where you wanted him the most then moved to the right leg to do the same. “Matt please” you begged, your hips lifting off the bed.

He pinned them down with one strong arm and grinned at you “Damn that patience” then lowered his mouth to your core. The first lick had your head falling back against the pillows and a low moan of his name falling from your lips. He plunged his tongue into you hitting that spot deep inside of you and you felt your eyes roll back slightly, fingers finding his hair to tug at the short locks. He moaned against you when you did before slipping a finger into you quickly followed by a second. His fingers worked at that spongy spot deep inside of you while his tongue and teeth worked at your clit pushing you closer and closer to that edge. When he rolled your clit into his mouth and sucked it between his teeth you felt that building pressure burst as you came, soaking his chin and the bed underneath you.

He kept working at you until you shoved his head away “Fuck Matt I gotta breathe!” he rocked back on his heels, laughing “Poor thing, can’t take it?” you glared weakly at him “That was fucking amazing” he grinned “You’re welcome” you shook your head “Come here” he crawled up your body, kissing and biting every inch of skin along the way until he got to your mouth, claiming it with a rough kiss. “Take your jeans off Matt, fuck do you have condoms?” he nodded and reached into the table next to his bed to pull a box of condoms out.

He grabbed one and tossed the rest back in before pushing his jeans and boxers off his hips. You cut your eyes down and knew your eyes got big “Fuck” he grinned “Dont worry, I won’t hurt you” you shrugged, cutting your eyes up at him and letting your fingers explore the skin of his chest “I mean I’d probably enjoy it”

He shook his head and rolled the condom down his hard length before lining himself up with your opening. He looked at you for the ok and when you nodded he pushed into you causing a moan to leave you both. He caught your lips in a lingering kiss, rolling his tongue against yours. You felt his hand slip down to hook your leg up around his waist before he looked up to you. “You can move Matt. Fuck me, hard” you begged and he groaned,dropping his head down to your chest as he gave a deep roll of his hips into yours and when your reaction was for your fingers to dig into his shoulders he groaned “Fuck Sunshine, you feel fucking amazing” should it feel weird your brothers best friend fucking you and calling you by the nickname your brother started? Probably. Did you care? Not as long as Matt Casey was that deep inside of you.

His hips snapped into yours, hard and fast. He was damn near pushing you up with the bed with every thrust but you could’ve cared less. It felt fucking amazing. “Please don't stop, please” you begged and he nipped at your neck “I got you babygirl”

You could feel that pressure building inside of you with every snap of Matt’s hips and he must have been close too because he slipped his hand between you to rub tight circles onto your clit. Your orgasm slammed into you and you vaguely felt your nails bite into his shoulders as your legs clenched down around his waist and he chuckled, hips never slowly “There ya go sunshine, ride it out baby” his thrust got a little sharper, little harder until he buried himself deep inside of you with one final thrust and came with a light moan of your name.

Your heart was pounding in your ears, you felt like you’d just ran a marathon. Matt was holding himself up on one arm, looking at you “What?” you asked with a grin and he shook his head “You’re beautiful dressed up but holy shit are you gorgeous all fucked out”

You just fucked your brothers best friend. Not only that but it was the best sex you’d ever had. What the fuck were you gonna do now? He pressed a quick kiss to your lips then pulled out slowly, apologizing when you grimaced slightly “Sorry”

He got up to throw the condom away then came back with a warm rag and bottle of water. He cleaned you up then helped you sit up to drink the water before laying down next to you “Can I?” he asked and you nodded so he pulled you over onto his chest before laughing lightly “If your brother kills me for sleeping with you just makes sure my headstone says died doing what he enjoyed”

@desimarie12

You shook your head “You’re insane” he grinned “You must like something to be in my bed” you rolled your eyes “I said you were insane, not that you were ugly” which in turn made him crack up before he said “Does this have to be a one time thing or?” you raised an eyebrow “I don’t think it does” and he grinned “Good, do you need to go right now?” you shook your head “They think I’m staying with Eliza” he pulled you over to be laying on top of him, hands spreading across your back “Lucky me”

Play with Fire

#matt casey smut #matt casey x you #matt casey x reader #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire fanfic #chicago fire fanfiction

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bunniebubbleswrites · 5 months ago

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Parents Weekend

Larissa Weems x F! Vampire! Reader A/N: Reader is a bad bitch and a wine aunt you're welcome. Warnings: None Words: 1142

The car ride to Nevermore was a bumpy one, but it would all be worth it when you get to see your niece. Being back at Nevermore brought back memories, some were welcome, others not so much. You remembered sneaking out with your small group of friends to go get high and get drunk.

Smiling at the memories, you looked out the window and saw Nevermore coming into view. Your old alma mater. The car came to a stop and your side of the car door opened. You stepped out of the car, your black heels hitting the loose gravel that covered the ground. Peeking up through your darkened glasses you noticed a flash of pale skin and white hair stepping away from the window.

Larissa Weems

You smiled at the thought of her, you haden’t seen her since graduation, so it was a pleasant surprise to know that she worked here.

You walked in the same direction as all the parents, hands shoved into the pockets of your pantsuit. Your hair was tucked behind your ears. You stood out from the other parents because it was obvious you didn’t have a kid.

“Aunt (Y/N)” A young girl's voice shouts (well young to you at least). You turn on your heel and see your niece running towards you while flashing her fangs at you. You caught her in your arms and you both laughed as you spun her around.

“Hey Kiddo, how have you been?” Your voice rang out as both your laughter died down. She answered you in a hurry pulling you over to her friends. She rushed you over th another vampire with long black hair and similar glasses to yours, your niece introduced her as Yoko. After she had introduced you to all her friends you pulled your glasses off and put them in the inner breast pocket of your pantsuit.

You both had settled down with her friends and her science teacher. Ms.Thornhill, Nevermore’s first normie teacher. While your niece chatted with her friends, you got to know Ms. Thornhill. While the both of you were talking, Principal Weems walked towards the both of you.

You and Marylin both looked up and you flashed the white-haired woman a smile.

“Ms.(L/N), may I speak with you about your daughter?” The smile on your face dropped, you nodded and gave your niece a death stare as you got up.

You and Larissa walked in silence. You were slightly confused. Larissa, principal of Nevermore, the girl who always found herself in someone’s shadow. When you reached her office she let you inside before she walked in herself.

You sat down in front of the wooden desk, one leg crossed over the other. Larissa came around the desk and sat in front of you. You watched anxiously as she pulled out a file.

“So Ms. (L/N)-” you cut her off, your nervousness getting to you just slightly.

“Listen Larissa, she is not my daughter, she’s my niece. And you don't have to be so formal with me. We used to be good friends, remember. So tell me what she did this time and I’ll be happy to tell her father.”

Larissa’s professional demeanor fell. Some things never change. She smiled at you and you smiled back flashing your fangs, feeling much more comfortable. She told you that your niece wasn’t in any trouble but she was an exceptional student and should be moved up a grade.

After that you both sat and chatted for what seemed like hours until her secretary popped her head in and told her that the Addams were waiting. You raised an eyebrow at her but she gave you that look that told you that you would find out later.

Leaving the room and passing Morticia and her family. You walked back down to the court yard and saw your niece hiding behind her friends. You walked over to her and looked at her approvingly.

“Nothing bad?” She had asked nervously, peeking out from behind Yoko.

“No, nothing bad. Now go along and have fun with your friends.” You ushered her along pushing her towards her friends that you had pulled her away from.

Seeing Mortica and Gomez walk out from the building; they’re children following behind them. Morticia was holding your old yearbook, too many bad memories. Walking back up to the steps to Larrissa’s office, you smiled at her secretary as you passed her.

You leaned up against the door frame of the office, your arms crossed over each other as you watched Larrissa put away files.

“Hey,” your voice echoed throughout the room making Larrissa look up from her work “How about we go get some coffee? It seems you still feel the same way about Morticia and Gomez, and if I still know you as well as I did back in school; a walk and some coffee will get your mind off it.”

Larissa smiled at you, “I would like that very much (Y/N), let me grab my coat and we can be on our way.”

She walked towards you, and she grabbed her coat off the coat rack in her office. You watched as she slipped it on, you really could watch her forever.

You pushed yourself off the door frame and put your hand out for her to take. She put her hand in your smaller one and you pulled her out of the room, your superhuman strength getting away from you.

“Oh- I’m so sorry. I always forget how strong I am.” You giggled out as Larissa steadied herself.

She smiled at you and you both continued along, with you both in heels you opted to dive into town and walk to the Weathervane. You talked the whole way there catching Larissa up on what had happened in your life since you had last seen each other. As you both walked into the Weathervane Larissa looked down at you.

“I’ll go order. Hot Chocolate right?” Larissa smiled as you nodded at her question. You let go of her hand as you went to find a booth to settle into.

A few minutes later Larissa came back with both your drinks. Her gloved hands placed two hot chocolates down on the table.

You took one of her gloved hands in your own and you both talked about everything you had both missed.

“Hey, Larissa, umm…” You squeezed her hand and looked down at the steaming cup of hot cocoa. “ Will you be my girlfriend?” You mumbled out as you shut your eyes.

Larissa put her free hand under your chin making you open your eyes and look at her. She smiled at you.

“I would love to be your girlfriend (Y/N).” She smiled at you. You would never regret doing this favor for your brother.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie

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mixelation · 5 months ago

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a bit of the blood covenant (the minato/oc fic). working title is "renka is a liar"

what could she be lying about.....?

I’m going to fuck up that guy’s whole life, was the only thought in my mind as I lept through the trees.

Every time I came down on a new branch, my right thigh screamed in protest. It would scream again as I came back up, hurling myself as ungracefully as a new genin to my next landing.

But, dear reader, I have advice for you: if you want to kill a medic, make sure you make a killing blow. Don’t just leave her for dead and assume she’ll crawl off and die like a good girl.

I’m not Shisui, I thought furiously, pausing in my sloppy run as the temple I was aiming for came into sight. Fuck off, Danzo.

I leaned against the trunk of the tree, panting heavily. Through the branches, I could see the curving roof of the temple. There were a lot of old abandoned buildings out here, dotting the forests of Fire Country, and this one didn’t stand out as special. I only knew where it was because I’d previously found it by happenstance, and I only recognized it as important by chance knowledge. I had never been inside before.

Pausing my run had been a mistake. The loss of momentum meant that I was aware of how shaky and weak my legs felt. I made a clumsy jump for the forest floor and had to turn my landing into an embarrassing roll.

If anyone was following me, they were far enough behind that I couldn’t sense them. I could see the spiral emblem on the door of the temple. I limped forward confidently, using my left hand to push more healing chakra into the hole in my leg, which I would generously describe as “gaping” but was definitely less gaping than when Danzo had stabbed it into me.

I’ll get both his legs, I thought as I pushed open the temple door. Ugh, it’s going to scar!

The movement of the door tossed an enormous amount of dust into the air, making my eyes water. The air smelled stale and musty. The windows were boarded up, and only a few sickly strands of moonlight illuminated the innards of the Uzumaki temple.

I had to stop my healing to activate my sharingan. I could usually do both at once, obviously, but I’d been running on nothing but adrenaline and spite for too long, and my body currently did not contain nearly enough blood as it should, and I was starting to get dizzy.

The sharingan did nothing to enhance color vision, but with it I only needed the smallest source of light to make out the contents of the temple clearly. There were some hanging scrolls and abandoned, rotting furniture, which I ignored. My eyes went straight for a wall of masks along the back wall.

I limped into the temple. I had some trepidation about which mask was the one I wanted, but looking at them, I knew instantly.

It wasn’t that the mask looked unordinary or that my sharingan could pick up something special. The mask was painted wood, a grinning demon’s face with curling horns. Nothing was special about its craftsmanship, and my sharingan could detect no jutsu on it.

And yet, to look into its eyes, was to see the inevitability of your own death.

A hint of fear tingled in my spine. A bad omen, my superstitious mother would have said.

That was fine, though. I’d been staring down the inevitability of my own death for over two decades. I no longer gave a shit, except that if I had to die, I was doing it as explosively as possible. It was this or nothing.

I pulled the mask for the wall and lifted it to my face.

If you kill me, I thought at the mask, make sure you bring that asshole down with me, will you?

xXx

Dear reader, here is what you need to know about me.

My name is Uchiha Renka. I was raised by a great aunt after both my parents died in the Second Shinobi War. My hobbies include reading, baking, and dabbling in make-up and fashion. After a lot of study and hard work, I have passed most medic-nin competencies and work mainly in the hospital.

I am a painfully normal sort of young woman, as you can see. At least for a ninja. I work my shifts, and I treat myself to a new book once a week. The most scandalous thing I do, aside from occasionally going out on state-mandated missions that sometimes include various types of murder, is sometimes try weird shades of lipstick when I go out drinking with the girls. We even have a three drink maximum. I did not do anything to merit the fucking headhunt after me except exist as an Uchiha.

And… well, okay, I’ll admit something, just between us. Another thing you should know about me is that, even if my main goals in life are to help people at the hospital and then go home and read a good book over some hot tea on my balcony, I do have a bit of a fatal flaw. It’s nothing more than a basic Uchiha family trait, really:

I am just a teensy-weensy bit vindictive.

It got me into trouble a few times growing up, but it’s really nothing too bad. It definitely wasn’t enough to make me deserve the absolute clusterfuck you just read about. You make one mistake, and next thing you know, your boss is calling you a vile woman and a disgusting, cowardly failure and trying to kill you.

Well, fuck him, honestly. I’d survived everything up until him, and I wasn’t going down without a fight.

I wasn’t one hundred percent sure how the shinigami mask worked when I put it on. I thought I could maybe use the shinigami to chuck Danzo and-slash-or “Madara” into the afterlife for good. My second choice was to bring back Tobirama and have him tell off my enemies and maybe my clan for… whatever the hell they were doing.

Honestly. All I wanted was to sit in my patio chair with a blanket and read…

I ended up vomiting up the Fourth Hokage instead.

I know. It sounds gross. I know. But I’m not making any of this up. I put on the mask, and it was like the shinigami was inside me, and then inside of the shinigami was this horrible squirming feeling. I wanted it out. I needed it out.

I threw up. It felt awful, worse than any vomiting session I’d had before, my whole body retching. The mask fell off my face.

Then the Fourth Hokage was standing in front of me.

#my writing #blood covenant #renka is a liar

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 2 years ago

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We will protect you. Part IV

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Description: ADA and you discuss, what you manage to uncover, with the rest of the Gang. But, you never expected to see three particular names in the list.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

Part III

Part V

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You were sitting one of the couches in the living room, between Yosano and Kouyou. You and ADA returned home fifteen minutes ago and were telling others, what happened today.

ADA members were the ones, who did most of the talking. They explained in details, what they do to Stalker. And it was impressive in their own way. Yes, today, they mostly used physical power, but, some people only learn, that dog us angry, only when said dog bite them. And, while it was strange to have Dazai of all people using raw power, you feel so grateful towards him for protecting you today. You were grateful towards all Armed Detective Agency members, Katai and Natsume for today's protection.

Ranpo finally stopped talking and took a list of Stalker's accomplices from the table.

"With Stalker's phone we had some evidence, that will help us punish them severely. But, we need to punish a few more people. Stalker's accomplices..."

Everyone's gazes became darker. Ranpo start reading out loud. Poe took Stalker's phone and Katai turn on his laptop.

"First names, Emily Glover and Eugene Porcher..." You sighed, hearing these names.

"My university professors. They are responsible for job assignment during Charity Fair."

Poe start scrolling through Stalker's phone, trying to find Stalker's chat with anyone from this two.

"No... No... Found it! It seems, that Stalker posed as poor shy crushing student, who just want to see you from afar. And the café were the best option for them, because of all this windows," Poe's hands were shaking because of anger. "Your two professors didn't even question them, after you started to tell everyone about the Stalker."

You rub your forehead and lean your back on Yosano. She immediately put her hand on your head and start playing with your hair.

"Okay... Next?"

Ranpo cleared his throat.

"Johnathan Burke, manager of the café..."

This time, Katai clarify his reasons.

"Stalker pay them for keeping you on Closing Shift."

Ranpo named the third accomplice.

"Samson Beck, police officer, it seems, he and Stalker knew each other. Ollie Foster and Lennie Finch, two students. They..."

You finished.

"Don't like me. Especially after I moved in with you."

Ranpo nodded.

"Yes, unfortunately. And, there are three more names. I have never heard them before. Justin Blackwood, Angela Blackwood and Tory Swanson."

You perked up, hearing these names. You jumped from the couch and snatched the list from the Ranpo.

"And here I hoped that it was a hallucination and I didn't see these three names."

Everyone stared at you. You quickly explained.

"Justin and Angela are my uncle and aunt. [C/N]'s parents."

Kunikida adjusted his glasses.

"I assume, they also liked to call in the middle of the night?"

You mumble something and shrug. You took a pen from the table and start spinning it, trying to calm down.

"Maybe? At least, they never called me in the middle of the night. As for Tory, she is my cousin, I guess. We are not blood related, she is Justin's niece."

Atsushi looked puzzled.

"Okay... What do they get from helping Stalker?"

Poe, who was checking chats, spoke.

"Well, they mentioned something about... inheritance and old hotel. And, being ready to help Stalker get you."

You snatched the phone from Poe and stare at the screen.

It was true. You recognize your aunt's number.

SNAP

Blue ink from broken pen coated your hand. The plastic remains of the pen fall down on the floor. You were breathing hard. You gave the phone back to Poe.

"Because of inheritance... They are ready to destroy my life... Sold me to a creep. And here I thought, they wanted..."

You breathe in and out.

You glance at your dirty hand.

"I need to clean myself up."

You turned away and left the living room.

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You frantically soaped your palms. Hot water were burning your hands, but you didn't care. A million thoughts fly in your mind and none of them were pleasant.

You were crying.

One week ago you got a message from Aunt Angela. She said, that she and Justin wanted to visit you the following week. You were happy to see someone from your family again.

But, with that family you don't need enemies.

You heard, how someone open the door. You catch Kouyou's reflection in a mirror.

Then you were embraced by her. Kouyou whispered.

"You can cry as much, as you want, Dear Flower. I will be there."

You sobbed, hiding your face in her chest.

"They were thinking about inheritance... They didn't care about me!"

Kouyou lightly pet your head.

"Don't worry, everything is going to be alright. We won't let them hurt you. I won't let them hurt you."

Kouyou cupped your face. You looked directly in her cherry-red-eyes. She kissed away two stray teardrops from your cheeks.

"I promise."

You hugged her again.

"It's just... I thought, that they are my family. That, they, at least, shouldn't be against me."

Kouyou kissed your temple.

"Not all families are supportive. But we will support you. Always."

You sighed.

"True... Can we stay like this for a moment? Then we will return to a living room?"

Kouyou nodded, placing her hand on your head.

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When Kouyou and you return to the living room, others looked troubled. You were standing with your back turned to her while Kouyou hugged you from behind. You explained everyone about your aunt's messages. And about wanting to meet you.

Right in the middle of explanation, you got another message from her. You read it out loud.

"Hey, [Y/N]! Let's meet tomorrow and have dinner together! Your uncle and I will wait for you at the "Sakura" restaurant."

You raise an eyebrow. "Sakura" was a wanna be Japanese restaurant. Cheap, with bad food. Because of that, during Charity Fair, they almost had no clients.

Good place for a kidnapping. You rub your forehead. You are getting a headache.

Mori stand up. He came closer to you, stand near Kouyou and put his hands on your shoulders.

"Don't worry, My Darling Guiding Light, tommorow, you will be under protection of Port Mafia. And we will show them, what will happened to people, who cross you."

You looked at Mori with gratitude.

"Thank you, Ougai. So..." you looked at others, fixing your gaze on Port Mafia members. "Who want to meet my family tommorow?"

________

That night you spent in your room.

But you weren't alone.

Once again, you were in a middle of cuddle sandwich.

You were laying face to face with Kouyou. You ran your fingers through her hair, that she let down. Koyouu's fingers were massaging your temples. From time to time, she ran her fingertips up and down your face.

Mori was spooning you. He put his chin on the top of your head. Your legs were intertwined. His hands were wrapped around your midsection. From time to time, he gave you an affectionate squeeze.

And, once again, you felt safe.

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

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dykes · 1 month ago

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spoilers for the finale of the handmaid's tale (season 6 episode 10)

luke bankole is the only man in this show i think deserves some kind of Okay Ending. and even then im like whatever man. you basically let your wife and little girl rot in gilead for years.

soooo fucked that janine didnt get out in the end. but of course right. they needed something to make aunt lydia actually work for gileads fall during testaments lol. actual dogshit writing. (future me pointing and laughing at this paragraph btw)

ill never stop resenting atwood for writing the completely not needed sequel lmfao. everything that could have been went down the toilet with that absolute dogshit book.

okay miss scientologist is onto something with the pacing of this final episode tho

the smiles that june and serena share !!!! im going insane im going crazy im going to start biting people !!!!!

"if he ever thought he had a real choice, he would have chosen you" okay… that coupled with the look shared between them. fuck offfffffff. she's speaking about herself.

THEIR GOODBYES TO EACH OTHER MY HEART HURTS. june forgiving her in the end. uguHHGHHHUHRRRRRRR SHAKES THEM LIKE DOG TOYS IN MY MOUTH

but what an absolute dogshit ending for serena lol. to just disappear into nothingness. to one day hopefully "be found" by tuello. fuck off lol. like yes the chemistry those two share was so much better than whatever the fuck was going on with any other man in the show. but lol. what a hollow end.

EMILY RETURNING I LOVE YOU

Ughhhh the dreamt up Boston "of what could have been".. them all doing karoke.. janine happy and doing karoke.. june loves her so fucking much. im going insane etc. she deserved to be happy and out and safe.

please. please be janine. please tell me they've bought her janine. OHHH MY GOD YES. IVE NEVER BEEN SO FUCKING GLAD. OH AND. AND NAOMI BRINGING HER HER DAUGHTER. SERENA GOT THROUGH TO HER IN THE END IM THROWING UP. shes doing whats best for her daughter. not whats best for her. please im so fucking glad.

and then more setup for the testaments (SEVEREST EYE ROLL)

ughhh june basically committing to going back in. to continue doing what she's been doing. "not fighting is what got us gilead in the first place"

oh finally they're talking about her writing the book/the namesake. it only took six seasons a lot of bullshit in between.

and then right into luke and june's stuff. i am glad they're basically splitting up. like they still love each other. they do. and it matters that they do. but they are leaving each other because of that love. and he's bringing up the book again. okay. bit on the nose i think.

ohh my god more serena content SNORTS IT LIKE A LINE OF COKE. ughhh her pouring the stuff out of her little plastic bag (everything she has). and theres the shirt june picked out for noah. that she slipped into her things. and serena breaking down with "you're all i need, you're all i need. you're all i ever wanted" while staring off into the middle distance. OKAY?????? like yeah she's talking to noah but she's not talking about him there she's really not im sorry if you think she is.

june returning to the old waterford house (the one serena burned down) immediately after that scene is very. okay. thats a directorial choice. but also girl that place is a ruin of burned wood. thats not safe to wander through for ur little introspective moment.

not a june sitting in her old rooms window scene. come on now. lmfao. reciting lines direct from the book into a recorder and then end. HUMONGOUS EYE ROLL.

so my final thoughts:

for a series finale it wasn't bad by any means. it was the right amount of introspective. of somewhat hopeful. but at the same it felt very idk. not shallow. but it fell flat from what could have been (if the testaments were never written and if the show didn't hate women).

i think elisabeth moss did mostly do a good job heading the two ending episodes. i was desperately afraid she was going to have nick live. but she came through in that regard.

but i also think man what a fucking waste of talent in that final episode. fuck all stuff between june and moira. more could have been shown of rita. of janine. and i think they went full coward about the main relationship of the show, in the end. which is the hugest L. it didnt even need to be romantic. but whatever. they needed to setup everything properly for the testaments (throws up in my mouth)

#the handmaid's tale #tht spoilers #tht season 6 #im so glad this dogshit show is over and done with #there are so many scenes from it that will live in my head rent free but my god im glad its done #stares pointedly at video creator BnazF please.. a smidgen of character analysis fanvid....

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adebauchedsloth · 3 months ago

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Dog Days of Summer - Chapter 31

It also comes with a supplemental scene, only posted here on Tumblr.

This is just a scene that was never going to go into Chapter 31, but would not leave my head and plays like a little film scene. It was too long to put in Authors Notes, so it's going here. This scene would slot in at the end of Elise's part of the chapter.

@iridescentflamingo @ladypok3 @ninnosaurus @milykins @sophiacloud28

Below the cut for tidiness.

Dog Days are Over

Florence + The Machine

(Music intro)

Elise stands on the porch shouldering her bag and looking out into the dark front yard. Taking a deep breath she forces herself to walk down the steps of the porch. April and Casey are with her, walking to her aunt’s car that Casey has pulled around for her. The dogs are loaded in and she gives both April and Casey hugs as she tries to maintain a smile and an appearance of calm.

Happiness hit her like a train on a track Coming towards her stuck still no turning back

She gets into the car, fastens her seatbelt, and takes one last look at the farmhouse through the rearview mirror. It’s a bright spot on an otherwise dark night. April and Casey are on the porch now, waving. Elise pets Daisy, who has stuck her head up near the driver's seat, and presses a kiss into the pitbull’s soft cheek. Then, gripping the wheel, she puts the car in drive.

She hid around corners and she hid under beds She killed it with kisses and from it, she fled With every bubble, she sank with a drink And washed it away down the kitchen sink

She drives away, down the track through the trees and pulls onto the country road. Like a bird, we follow her car from above as it winds its way along the dark road between fields, watching the headlights wink in and out as she passes under trees that overhang the road.

The dog days are over The dog days are done The horses are coming So you better run

Elise has the car window down and her elbow sits on the door as she drives with one hand. The summer air blows loose wisps of hair around wildly where they’ve escaped her bun. The road is dark. There are no street lights here. Her face holds a tight expression as she stares straight ahead of her, but then she places both hands on the wheel, gripping it, and punches the gas.

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers Leave all your love and your longing behind You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over The dog days are done Can you hear the horses? 'Cause here they come

Memories from the past six weeks flash by in Elise’s mind. Raph napping with Daisy… Cooking with Mike… Farmhouse Olympics… Fireworks on the river bank… Drinking on the porch with Raph… Talking books with Leo… That last night, laughing with all of them on the couch in the candlelight…

And I never wanted anything from you Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh

Her thoughts turn to Donnie. Him taking care of her when she was sick with a migraine… Watching Star Trek with him on the couch… Talking and laughing over coffee in the mornings… Swimming in the river… Carrying her up the stairs… Their first kiss under the stars…

Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that

She white knuckles the steering wheel, her breaths coming hard and fast. She can’t keep it together anymore and she’s starting to fall apart.

Every kiss after… His goofy smile… His laugh… The way his eyes lit up when he saw her…

The dog days are over The dog days are done Can you hear the horses? 'Cause here they come

Brushing the hair away from her face… That frown he got when he was concentrating really hard… The feeling of his warm breath on her neck… Dancing in the barn… The cake batter on his face and that boyish grin…

[2:53 - 3:05]

She’s reached the entrance to the highway and is stopped at a stoplight, trying to regain control over her breathing. Her chest expands and contracts sharply in her effort and she roughly wipes at her eyes. Glancing up, she sees the traffic signs. Straight is the highway onramp that will take her back to Boston, but she’s allowed to U-Turn in the lane she’s in. The light changes to green.

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers

She floors the gas and goes straight onto the highway.

Leave all your love and your longing behind You can't carry it with you if you want to survive The dog days are over The dog days are done Can you hear the horses? 'Cause here they come

She’s singing along with the lyrics now. Angrily or hysterically, it’s hard to tell. Her hands are no longer gripping the wheel in a death grip, they now gesture wildly, hitting the steering wheel, fingers flexing as her face contorts around the words and her head beats to the rhythm of the music.

The dog days are over The dog days are done The horses are coming So you better run

We watch her, singing her emotions out as the car speeds along away from Northampton. Daisy is now sticking her head out of the passenger side window, tongue lolling in the wind as the car moves. They drive under a highway sign that says ‘Boston 100 miles’ and we watch as the car’s headlights drive further away, becoming indistinguishable dots among the other cars as they all move off into the distance.

#tmnt dog days of summer #adebauchedsloth #Spotify

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florencetypemaniacs · 1 year ago

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I had no idea this was a Tumblr classic but I'll give it my best shot.

💙 ROSEMARY

Rosemary's eyes caught the mark right as you walked through the door, and she felt all the air leave her lungs.

What did I suspect? MC is amazing; of course, they found someone.

Rosemary bit her lip and turned away from the room. She walked out the door, the sound of her steps grounding her.

She swallowed her disappointment and sadness. Rosemary felt her heart clench as her thoughts ran to someone touching you. feeling your warmth and how she longed for that to be her, but it was too late. She would just have to accept that.

I shouldn't even be upset. We aren't together, even if I thought maybe—never mind all that. It was a stupid dream. MC deserves someone good and whole. Someone alive. Not broken and dead.

Rosemary let out a shaky breath, trying to keep his voice out of her head.

Who could truly ever love someone as useless as you?

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Rosemary!"

Your voice rang out in the room like a bell, and Rosemary froze before putting on a fake smile that she was used to wearing.

"What can I do for you, dollface/angelface/handsome?"

Your hand reached to your neck, rubbing it, and Rosemary spotted another hickey.

Her heart clenched as she stared out the window that you were both looking through, wishing to the stairs for this painful feeling to go away.

"How are you not covered in these things?" You asked, and Rosemary snapped her head towards to look to see you pointing a finger at your love bite.

Rosemary stayed very still, keeping her composure; however, inside, she was having a mental battle.

Is MC asking me why I'm not covered in love bites?

Rosemary gripped the side of her dress; it was all so cruel. Were you gloating or just asking an innocent question?

With pursued lips, Rosemary spoke. "I suppose I am not that lucky; a lady gets tired of bothersome affection." She did not mean for the words to come out with so much acid, but they did, and there was no taking it back now.

You look a little befuddled. "What does being a lady have to do with bug bites?"

Rosemary's mind comes to a stop at the mention of bug bites. "Excuse me?"

You point your finger at your mark again. "What does having to be a lady have to do with bug bites?"

Is it a bug bite?

Rosemary felt her heart leap and reached towards you to... Hug you? Confess? Kiss you?

She didn't have a chance to do any of that, as your aunt Zinnia called for you, making you turn away from her.

"Coming!" You yelled down the stairs and then turned towards Rosemary. "I'll talk to you later, Rosemary!"

Rosemary was left fanning her face with her hand and thanking the stars.

🩵 TAI

You were in his clinic, giving him a delivery, when he saw it. Tai would have been able to do his witty banter, but with his attention on your mark, he was quite lacking.

Is that a hickey?

Tai blinked back out of his thoughts when you reached out for him, questioning if everything was alright.

"Tai? Are you okay? You just kind of zoned out."

Tai snatched his arm back from your touch as if he were burned, earning him a concerned look from you.

I'm so damn foolish.

Tai knows it was illogical, but he felt anger build inside him, and even in that moment, he knew it wasn't directed at you but at himself for letting his infatuation for you get out of hand.

Although he had to let that anger out, you were right there, parading your lover's mark right in front of him.

"Oh, in a rush? Sorry that this is such a hassle for you; maybe it would be best for you to leave."

Before you could even utter a sentence, he had already shut the door in your face, not listening to your shouts from the other side, and soon they seemed to disappear.

I am a complete fool.

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Tai avoided you like the plague, but even though you were miles away from him, he still couldn't get you out of his head, no matter what he tried.

Tai grimaced as you walked into the door of his clinic, his eyes trying to scan you, when he noticed another love bite on your neck.

"What do you want, Oleander?" Tai said in a dead tone, which you seemed not to notice as you touched your neck, seemingly distracted.

Another hickey? Oh, I'm sure MC has a lot on their mind.

"Uh, I don't know if you can even help me, but..." You began to feel a little embarrassed, and Tai just gave you an unblinking look, his face as blank as always. "Can you give me a prescription for some kind of itching medication? This bug bite is killing me."

Tai doesn't blink; his eyes trained on the "hickey," and he narrowed his eyes. "Bug bite?" Tai crossed his arms, not ready to believe this excuse that you were making up. "You were bitten by a mosquito on your neck?"

Completely missing Tai's skeptical tone, you nodded your head, leaning against the counter and absently scratching an itch. "I know, right? Our bugzapper broke, and the one Aunt Zinnia bought online isn't here yet."

Now that Tai was getting a better look at it, it did look a lot like a bug bite. He uncrossed his arm and said it in a softer tone. "Peppermint. Mosquitos hate peppermint."

You perked up. "Really? I think Aunt Zinnia has some peppermint oil! Thanks, doc!" You start to hurry out the door a little pep in your step.

Tai just stood there processing what happened, and his chest filled up with relief.

💛 MARCEL

The moment Marcel saw the mark, he felt a pit in his stomach start to form, although a smile was still on his face, and you were none the wiser as you talked.

I'm jumping to conclusions. MC wouldn't: But the more he stared at the mark on your neck, the more the smile would start to slip, making you question it.

"Marcel, are you okay?"

Marcel's head snapped up, and the smile was back in place. "I'm just feeling a little under the weather."

Before you could say anything, Marcel was walking briskly out the door, his thoughts racing as he closed the door to a private area behind him, falling to the floor.

Stop. MC already has someone. No use getting upset over it; they are happy, so I should be happy for them. I could make myself happy for MC.

Marcel bit his lip, got off the floor, and went over to the mirror, making himself smile as he said it in a cracked, fake, happy voice.

"Hey MC!"

Needs work, but I can pretend to be happy until I am.

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"Hey, Marcel!" You called from your bedroom. and Marcel cringed a little as he slowly made his way towards your bedroom, putting a smile on his face as he walked to the door.

Be happy. Be happy. Be happy.

''Yes, MC? Is there something I can do for you?"

Marcel asked, praising himself when his voice didn't come out in a desperate sob but rather in a charming tone.

You tried to hit one of the mosquitoes on the desk with your hand, and even though it was quite gross, the anger you felt for those little bastards was greater.

"Can you go get me a fly swatter?

''Ah, do you have pesky bugs that need attending to?" Marcel asked, his eyes gleaming as he watched you try to kill another bug on your lap. The action looked more like an intrepid dance than killing a bug.

You gave him a look. A look only you could give him, and he cursed himself for those eyes, still making his knees weak.

MC is with someone. MC is with someone. Someone who isn't you.

"You have no idea! They made me a buffet last night." You pointed to your neck where the "hickey" was, and Marcel's eyebrows raised in confusion.

"Those are bug bites?" Marcel asked slowly, hope bubbling in his chest.

You gave him a weird look. "Uh, yeah, what did you think they were?"

Marcel started to laugh, the hope just spilling out of him in a gasp of breath that left you asking questions that Marcel couldn't answer at the moment.

I guess I was jumping to conclusions.

❤️ OWEN

Owen was so sure you were serious that it wasn't a game, but...maybe he just let the feeling clouded his judgment.

Owen tried to look anywhere but the new asseroery on your neck but it was hard as he bit his tongue. He just wanted to know why you changed your mind, if it was all a game, or maybe you just met someone better. It was a high possibility and with the mark on your neck.

Oh God, Agate was going to have a field day with this.

You looked at Owen across the table, In concern a teacup in your hand. "You alright Owen? You grip that tea cup any harder and it might break."

Just leave it alone. Just leave it alone.

"So ye found someone to keep your bed warm at night?" Owen asked, his tone usually softer.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion to ask him who or what he was referring to before he cut you off.

"I'm just guessing from that-" Owen said, pointing towards your "hickey."

Just leave it alone. They are probably happier. Hell, if the mark is any indication, they are fine, but....if I just had another chance to prove...

"I just want you to know there is someone else out there too.....if you would have them."

Owen's gaze remained fixed��on yours, and he was aware that he wasn't being particularly passive, but that wasn't his style to begin with. But even he understood it was too perilous to give out a full confession, so he opted for the word "someone" rather than himself.

Please let me be that someone.

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"Owen?"

"Yes?" Owen asked, his voice barely audible.

Your eyes flashed with hesitation. "What are you talking about?"

Owen gulped through his dry mouth. "Listen, lass/duck/lad, all I'm saying is that I'm here for whatever you need as a brother, mate, or something more."

Owen gave your hand a gentle squeeze, so you could pull away at any moment, but you just held on tighter. Owen looked down at your hands, and his breathing seemed to become more even.

"....something more." You said the words slowly like they were foreign. Your heart beat in your chest and the prospect, you leaned over closed, and Owen held his breath. However, there was a question on the edge of your tongue that you couldn't ignore. "What brought this on? What do you mean about someone in my bed?"

Owen ran a hand through his hair. "You don't have to lie to me. I saw your love bite."

Your eyes widen, and your hand reaches instinctively toward your neck. "What?" You remembered the mosquito bite as a familiar itch. "Oh Owen, this isn't a hickey; it's a mosquito bite."

Owen blinked in surprise; his eyes widened, and a pink tint rose to his cheeks as he looked closer. "Ah. I see that it is." He was so caught off guard that you felt the genuine relief come off him in waves.

The redhead got up and leaned over you, cornering you like you were prey, but you weren't scared. On the contrary, you felt quite secure when he looked at you with sincere eyes.

"So...can I be that someone?"

💚 ZANE

Zane's eyes always seemed to roam your body from head to toe whenever you walked into a room.

Lips. Legs. Torso.

He always seemed to try and figure out if anything was different, but when your hand kept going to your neck, that was what his eyes went to in a flash.

Then, his whole world came crumbling down.

Something bubbled up inside him—a familiar feeling he knew all too well, boiling rage. He wanted to laugh hysterically, cry, and shout all at the same time.

Because it was all so stupid. It really was. You weren't even important. but you were. Hell, you were the most important thing to him, and you weren't even his to begin with.

Before you knew it, you were being pulled into the other room, the door slamming behind you, making you jump. "What the hell, Zane?"

"Who?"

You crossed your arms; Zane's back was to you, but there was a coldness in the room that you couldn't quite comprehend.

"Zane, you better start making sense."

Zane whirled around, and your eyes widened at Zane's expression of hurt and hunger combined. You had to take a step back.

Shadows are wiped out of the corners of the room, and before you know it, you're pressed against the wall, the tentacles trailing your body, leaving you with a feeling of hot pleasure.

A tentacle grabbed your chin, tilting it to the side surprisingly gently. "Who did that to you?"

You struggled against the shadows. "Did what, Zane?!" You asked, and you knew he wouldn't hurt you. Not this, Zane. Not you, Zane.

"Who did you let suck on your damn neck?" Zane looked straight into your eyes, and all you saw was raw sadness staring back at you.

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You shook your head when the realization hit you. "Zane, this isn't a hickey; it's a mosquito bite."

Zane stopped and looked into your eyes, narrowing his own, and he must have seen the truth behind your statement because the shadows relaxed around you.

"A mosquito bite," Zane said each word carefully, and relief hit him like a ton of bricks.

An urge hit Zane like an animal instinct to mark you with whatever he could, although he settled on his lips.

You nodded. "I would never. I mean, that is to say that I-" Your words died in your mouth when the shadows wrapped around you in just the right way, and Zane's mouth was on your neck.

"Zane?" Your voice came out hoarse, and Zane chuckled.

"I need to mark you to make sure everyone knows you're mine."

🧡 MARGARET

Margaret felt her heart break when she saw the mark, her hands in fist as she tried not to cry.

She thought that you—well, she guessed it didn't matter what she thought because you already had a lover.

It's okay. It's okay.

Margaret repeated In her head as you spoke, clearly concerned.

"Margaret, is everything alright?" You asked, coming closer to put a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her.

"You have a mark." She said, her voice barely above a whisper as she pointed to your neck.

"Oh yeah." You said it in a sheepish tone. "It's a-"

"I think I have some kind of ointment I can give you," Margaret said, turning away from you to go get the ointment her voice tighter than normal.

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Margaret waited; she waited for you to bring up this new lover. For at least Camila to spill something but nothing.

Did you not trust her? Did you think she would get upset? Did you know about her crush on you?

It hurt like nothing before that you were already taken, but the more she thought about it, the more she just wished for your happiness. It was selfish not to trust her as a friend, and now that rooted self-doubt right into her heart.

When you came in with another mark, she turned away.

"Hey, Margaret, can I have some more of that ointment for this bug bite?"

Margaret's whole world stopped as she slowly turned around to face you, her mouth finally working after what felt like a minute.

"Your....what?"

"My bug bite." You said, while absently scratching it, and Margaret couldn't help the smile that etched itself across her face.

Hope filled her to the brim as she vibrated with happiness. Now, really looking at the "love bite," it did look like a bug bite.

"I will get right on that!" Margaret said with a smile.

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hxrnyforsturns · 18 days ago

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Chapter 3: Summer House Love

here is the quote color key:

Y/N

CHRIS

Y/MN

MARYLOU

MIA

Chris POV:

I couldn't stand when people were unnecessarily mean, especially when they were mean to Y/N. So when Josh was talking like that to Y/N, I couldn’t take it. I had to stick up for her. I held back because I couldn’t bring myself to talk to Josh like that. I considered Josh like an older brother. He was always overprotective despite being three years older than me. He would always boss everyone around and act like a dad. It would piss me off. The only person I would talk to about that was Y/N. I felt horrible for her.

When I pulled Y/N in for a hug, I got butterflies. I’ve always had a little crush on her, but when I saw her walk into our house, it felt different. It felt like it wouldn’t just be a fantasy. I could make this a reality. The way her top sat perfectly on her body, the way her pants were sitting low on her hips — I could see a sliver of her lower stomach. The necklace I picked out for her when we were 10 still wrapped around her neck. It felt different, but the same all at once.

Y/N POV:

We drove home, all the moments of the night replaying in my mind. How I almost said I love you to Chris. How he stuck up for me and how our knees were touching. My head on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around me. I loved nights like these — the nights where we would be by each other's side, just keeping each other company.

We pulled into the driveway. The music shut off along with the car. Chris looked into my eyes deeply. He reached toward my left ear. As he picked the leaf out of my hair, we stared at each other a bit longer. It was a bit too intimate. I slowly leaned in while he leaned forward towards me until I heard a knock at the window.

Shit.

"So! Surfboards, huh?"

"Mom—I can explain," I started, but Chris cut me off mid-sentence.

"Aunt Y/MN, I promise we stopped by the surf shack and they closed early. Since we were already on the beach, we stayed and talked to a few friends. I promise we were on good behavior."

"Oh! Well, I don’t smell anything I shouldn’t. Just get to bed, we are stopping by the breakfast diner at 8:00." She walked inside with her arms wrapped around her robe.

Chris looked at me with a relieved look. He undid his seatbelt while I did the same. We walked in through the back door, hands interlocked, giggling about our night.

"Where are you sleeping tonight?"

"I can’t sleep with Matt and Nick, they probably reek of substances."

"You can stay with me tonight if you want."

"Yeah… I was just going to ask."

"Perfect! Should I set up a floor-bed or..."

"I can’t sleep on the floor tonight. Do you mind if we just sleep in the bed together?"

"No, I don’t mind. Don’t get any ideas though, you horn ball."

"I wasn’t!!" We smiled at each other, knowing I wouldn’t mind if he did. I always wanted him to stay in the bed with me. Not in a sexual way, just to feel close to him.

Chris POV:

The way her long acrylic nails brushed my knuckles while we walked up the stairs. We agreed to share the bed together. I didn’t mean it in that way. I won’t deny I’ve thought about it.

I walked into my room, put on my plaid pajama pants, and sprinted down the hall to Y/N’s room and jumped flat on her bed.

"CHRIS!!" she whisper-yelled due to me messing up her comforter.

"What!! I’m getting under the covers anyway!!" I grabbed and snuggled the stuffed animal that sat on her bed. A small bear I got for her when we were younger, along with the necklace. She brushed the ends of her silky dark hair. She climbed into bed next to me. I admired the way her oversized t-shirt slung off of her shoulder and her shorts riding up her legs. She smelled like vanilla. She got under the covers. We were facing the same way, her in front of me.

"Whoever wakes up first has to wake the other up! I don’t want to miss breakfast!"

"Fine! Don’t expect it to be me." After that, we drifted to bed.

Y/N POV:

I woke up with my hair in my eyes. Something felt odd — not because Chris was in bed, but because his arms were wrapped around my waist while his head was nuzzled into my shoulder. His skin was soft. Marylou walked past the door. I prayed she didn’t see. I knew she would tell my mom and they would make a big deal out of this. Secretly, I kinda hoped they did.

I didn’t want to leave the warmth of his arms, so I stayed still and didn’t wake him up. I waited for him to wake up and remove his arms himself. 30 minutes passed, and I felt his eyelashes flutter. It was 7:30, and he slowly moved his arms to make it look like his arms were crossed. I knew that wasn’t the case. He pretended to wake up loudly and tapped me on my shoulder.

"Hey Y/N, we should get up."

I pretended to wake up. I groaned into my pillow.

"Fine. I’ll get up."

I got out of the covers while Chris stayed snuggled in the blanket. I took a quick body shower, changed into jean shorts with a pink tank top. I curled my eyelashes and put on some tinted lip gloss. I walked out of my bathroom to see Chris still sprawled out on my bed. I took my pillow and hit him with it.

"Get up! We are going to be late."

"It’s fine, I’ll drive us there," he mumbled into my pillow.

"Still, get up! I’m hungry, and I want blueberry pancakes."

"Fineeee." He slowly planted his feet on the floor and got out of my bed. He fixed my pillows and walked into my bathroom. I sat on my chair next to my dresser catching up on social media. I stared at my wallpaper. It was a photo of me, my best friend from back home, and Chris.

It was a photo from a day they both surprised me. I was feeling down about something I can’t even remember anymore. Chris showed up to my door with my best friend. He stayed over for the night. We went to a party the next day. They were playing my favorite song. A girl walked by, clearly drunk, and took a photo for us. I was in the middle with Chris and my best friend hugging me. Chris’s head was leaning towards my shoulder and me mid-laugh. That’s when she took the photo. It’s my favorite photo. It captures a fun moment where I was truly happy, with my favorite people.

Chris left the bathroom a few minutes later. He was wearing a light blue shirt from a local surf shop with grey sweatshorts.

"Ready to go?" he asked as he flipped his keys.

"Yep!!"

We walked downstairs while talking about something random. We walked into the kitchen and realized — no one was there.

"Oh shit. CHRIS!!"

"WHAT!?!"

"You took too long, we are late! Check your phone to see if your mom sent a message."

"I’m not even going to argue with you!" He looked down at his phone and opened the messages with his mom.

GROUP CHAT:

summer house☀️⛱️🕶️

"Hey sleepyheads!! Me, Y/MN, and the rest of the boys are in town waiting for a table at the breakfast diner. Hurry up and drive down here!"

He showed me the message, and we quickly put our shoes on and ran out the door.

Chris was driving down the local road with the roof down, listening to our music.

"So what are your plans for the rest of the day?" He looked at me with his piercing blue eyes.

"Nothing. I was thinking of going to the beach later. Want to join?"

"Yeah! But I was thinking after we eat breakfast, we could hit up the town, check out the little shops while the boys are working."

"Sure!"

We arrived at the breakfast diner. We had been coming here since we were kids. It was a tradition to eat here on the first morning. I always ordered the same thing: blueberry pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream. Me and Chris ran into the restaurant, hands interlocked as usual.

"Sorry we’re late!"

Our moms looked at each other — I knew exactly why. I blushed hard. Chris whispered to me,

"Why are you blushing?"

I couldn’t tell him that I knew his mom saw us cuddling up in bed together. Our moms giggled and brushed it off. We sat down at our circle booth. It reminded me of a 60’s-style diner. It hasn’t changed since the first time I came here.

Me and Chris finished our breakfast before everyone else. We caught up with everyone as a group. As the conversation died down, Chris asked if he could take me around the local town to shop. This wasn’t too out of the ordinary — we used to do this with all the boys after the first breakfast.

As we left the restaurant, the moms gave each other another look. I wasn’t getting sick of that look. It gave me hope that maybe things could be different between us this summer.

Me and Chris walked out of the restaurant, stomachs full, smiles on our faces, and sun on our skin.

"I’m so fulllll," he threw his head back as we walked down the road.

"Yeah... but I could go for ice cream."

"Now that you mention it, I’m not that full! Let’s go."

We quickened our pace as we approached the ice cream shop. The air conditioning cooled our bodies once we walked through the door. When Chris looked up to see the wall of flavors behind the register, I felt him let go of my hand. It felt unnatural — like he did it on purpose, like he didn’t want to be seen holding my hand.

That’s when I saw her. A beautiful blonde girl with perfect teeth and pin-straight long hair.

Chris POV:

When I looked up to see the flavors, that’s when I saw her. Mia.

Mia and I were in a situationship last summer. She met me at a bonfire. I was with my brothers and Josh when she came up to me. She was drinking a beer in one hand and had a vape in the other. Her hair was straight and messy. She screamed in my face. I could smell the beer on her breath. She could tell I wasn’t interested — I truly wasn’t. I made some small talk and left a minute later.

A week later, Matt was telling me about this girl he was talking to. She had a friend, and Matt wanted me to go. I really didn’t. I liked Y/N, but I couldn’t tell Matt. She was like our family. I just didn’t want it to get messy. If I said no, he would’ve known I liked someone else. So I went on the date with her.

I hate to say it, but I enjoyed it a bit more than I wanted to. I didn’t necessarily enjoy it, but it wasn’t horrible. So I went on a few more double dates with them. I never went one-on-one. After a few weeks, she got my number and would text me. I didn’t want to answer, but she would tell Matt, and Matt would’ve gotten suspicious. So I just texted her back — very dry.

When summer came to an end, I blocked her. I knew she was pissed, and I knew it was an asshole move on my end, but I really didn’t want to be involved with anyone besides Y/N. Mia was the last person I wanted to see. Especially with Y/N here. I didn’t want Y/N to know we had a thing, and I didn’t want Mia to know I was alive.

"Hello, welcome to Je—Oh my god. Chris?"

"Oh, hey."

"Hey! Came back to see me?" I rolled my eyes.

"Heh, nah, actually I just came for ice cream. I didn’t know you worked here."

"Yeah! I just got a job here for the summer! I’ve missed you!"

"Yeah... um, I think we’re gonna go—"

"So who is she? Is she the one you ghosted me for?"

"Okay seriously, I’m sick of this. I’m gonna go." I stormed out of that ice cream shop, grabbing Y/N’s hand.

Y/N POV:

I saw Chris’s face drop. The girl was obviously flirting with him. He was clearly uninterested. I spaced out the whole time they were talking. All I remember was his face — he had a stern face that didn’t change.

I got tugged out of the store with Chris’s fingers interlocked in mine. He sped down the sidewalk. It was silent.

"What was that about?" I asked softly. My feelings were a little hurt. I didn’t know why — we weren’t dating.

"Nothing, just some girl from last year."

"You still got something going on?"

"No. God, no."

"I didn’t know about this!! Tell me more!" I pretended to be interested — it was the polar opposite. I was jealous. This girl was nothing like me, and it made me feel like I could never fulfill my dreams with Chris.

We were walking a bit slower now. He was telling me the story, but I couldn’t tell if it was true. I hoped it was. He said Matt and that girl’s friend wanted to set them up, they went on a few dates, and he ghosted her because he didn’t like her.

While I was relieved that they weren’t together, it also made me a bit scared — that if I confessed to him, he would ghost me. I knew it was smarter to hide my feelings than confess them.

We walked into this souvenir shop that me and Chris loved as kids. We always bought useless stuff from these stores. One night when we were six, Chris scraped up money and bought me a monkey stuffed animal. It sits on my bed at both the beach house and my house back home.

I walked past the stuffed animal counter. I gasped.

"Oh my gosh!! Chris! It’s the same monkey you bought me when we were younger!!"

"Oh my gosh! I remember him! You named him Chrissy after me!"

"Aww yeah! Look — there’s a blue one!"

"If only that was here nine years ago, I would've gotten it for you. It suits you better."

"Well, what about this?" I picked up the blue monkey and ran to the checkout register. I bought the stuffed animal toy and held it up to Chris’s face.

"Here you go! Your own matching monkey. My monkey and your monkey can be twins!"

"I’m going to name her Y/N after my favorite girl." I blushed. Hard.

We walked home, hands interlocked, with my bag in his other hand.

a/n: this took a bit to long to writeeeeee. Dont worry it is going to get better next chapter i promiseeeeeee.

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