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âI canât imagine anything more painful than going through life alone. Except maybe one thing⊠going through death alone.â
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New Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - 8x6 "Confessions" through mid-season finale CODA or a "Fix it": âI canât imagine anything more painful than going through life alone. Except maybe one thing⊠going through death alone.â
Chapter 6 is now available on AO3.
âI canât imagine anything more painful than going through life alone. Except maybe one thing⊠going through death alone.â
Fic Summary: Eddie feels completely alone, he isolates himself and the weight of it causes him to slip into a deep depression. Once he accepts the fact that heâll die alone, he has a decision to make regarding his life. Buck finally gets clarity about his relationship status and once he does, realization sets in and he becomes frustrated that he didnât see it coming. Will they finally figure out theyâre each otherâs person before itâs too late?
Currently 6 of 10 chapters completed: 85.7K Words; Rated: Teens and Up Audiences
One chapter will be posted at a time.
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Here's a snippet from Chapter 6 of Buck and Eddie talking while they're sitting inside of a restaurant and their eating breakfast.
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Eddie uses his napkin to wipe his mouth and after he takes another sip of his coffee, he says, âBuck, Iâm going to be honest with you and explain that this is not going to be easy because my mom is controlling and when she wants something, she nags and belittles people⊠including family members until she gets it. She tries everything to undermine the other person and the things she says will hurt. I said all of that to say⊠this fight to get Chris wonât be easy and if she proceeds with a custody battle itâs going to be bad.â
Buck doesnât break eye contact with him because heâll do whatever it takes to help Eddie get his son back. He knows Eddieâs a great dad because heâs witnessed it with his own two eyes and he knows how much Eddie loves his son.
âWhen I changed my will, I should have told you about it but I didnât and thereâs a reason but Iâm not in a good enough headspace to get into that yet. Once this stuff with Chris is resolved and Iâve unpacked it all in therapy, weâll discuss it but me naming you to be his legal guardian was the best decision Iâve ever made. It wasnât fair for me not to tell you about it and for that I apologize but itâs like I said before, I know youâll fight for him the same way I do and thatâs what I want for him. This custody battle will be ruthless and we both saw what Hen and Mara went through to get their foster license back but this is different. Things are likely to get very messy really fast and I want you to know that I understand if you donât want to go with me. So, before we leave here to go to the airportâŠâ He trails off when Buck starts talking.
âEddie?â
âIâm serious, Buck. I understand and Iâll pay for your airfare, so you wonât have to worry.â
How will Buck respond to Eddie's offer to pay for his airfare so he won't have to go to El Paso? đ
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Chapter Summaries
Chapter 1 -Â Eddieâs avoiding conversations with everyone at the 118 to prevent having to talk about how lonely he feels. On the other hand, Buck excitedly prepares to spend a romantic weekend with his boyfriend only to learn something he should already know.
Chapter 2 -Â Eddie appears to be happy whenever heâs at work but the truth is heâs masking his high-functioning depression with smiles and laughter. After another call with Chris, he falls deeper into depression and for the second time since heâs been living in L.A., he considers risking it all because he has nothing to lose. Since Buckâs got clarity on his non-existent romantic relationship, his fear of being left behind resurfaces and it causes him to spiral and he thinks heâs lost everything. In his search for answers to his relationship problems, he starts asking the questions he should have asked years ago.
Chapter 3 - Both Buck and Eddie experience dĂ©jĂ vu numerous times over the course of three days and during those encounters, Buckâs reminded of his own definition of love while defining moments from Eddieâs past resurface and he finally forces himself to confront them.
Chapter 4 - As Eddie hits rock bottom, he has a difficult time trying to pull himself back up and Buck does what he always does, he never gives up.
Chapter 5 - Buckâs inside Eddieâs home and heâs standing right in front of him explaining heâs here to help. Eddieâs happy to see him and heâs finally ready to make several confessions about the things that have been happening and the way heâs been feeling.
Chapter 6 - As Buck and Eddie prepare to leave Los Angeles for El Paso, Eddie initiates another conversation with Buck regarding his will and before it ends, theyâll outline a parenting and legal guardianship plan that will prove theyâve been coparenting Chris for the last 7 years and the way theyâve been doing it is in Chrisâ best interest.
Chapter 7 - Will be posted soon.
Chapter 8 - Will be posted soon.
Chapter 9 - Will be posted soon.
Chapter 10 - Will be posted soon.
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Read: chapters 1 - 6 are available on AO3.
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#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#christopher diaz#the buckley diaz family#buckley diaz family#buddie fanfic#ao3 fanfic#911 fanfic#Fanonwriter2023 on AO3#Hiatus Reading#Chapter 6 is now available on AO3#âI canât imagine anything more painful than going through life alone. Except maybe one thing⊠going through death alone.â#Season 8A CODA fic or a âFix itâ#buddie wip#anti helena diaz fanfic#anti ramon diaz fanfic
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HERE WE GO !
#itâs not an official test just a little one to see if I should do the big test#she told me it could cost to 1500$ tho omgâŠ. đ#itâll have to wait a little since I donât have the money but at least I would know if I have to take this more seriously fkdbjdjd#my dad is going to take it with me cause since I talked about maybe having adhd I realize and made him realize he does the same đ jfbsjdn#he wants to know if I could have adhd too it would explain so much if we both have itâŠ.#weâll check my answers in a month she seemed excited I canât đ jfbdjd#alex.txt
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an open fly walking
i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now
TG: hey karkat
CG: YEAH?
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TG: you ever noticed you like
TG: walk weird
CG: WOW, OKAY.
CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?
TG: pff
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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity
TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but
TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man
CG: I DO???
TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault
TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale
TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity
TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it
CG: SERIOUSLY?
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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but
TG: yeah
CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.
TG: im not fucking with you striders honor
TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything
CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.
CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.
TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me
CG: ON IT.
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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude
CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.
TG: dont your feet ache
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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.
TG: damn i didnt think that through
TG: my shades
CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.
TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with
TG: ugh
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TG: guess its karma
CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?
TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor
TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing
TG: just conjecture i mean
CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.
TG: yeah probably
CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.
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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets
TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot
CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.
CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.
CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".
TG: well look at it this way
TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass
TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol
CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.
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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt
TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up
TG: i cant see dick
CG: UH
CG: SURE, I GUESS.
TG: cool
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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right
TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night
CG: YEAH.
CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.
CG: BUT
CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.
TG: see yeah i sound it off and
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TG: wait really?
CG: YEAH
CG: I DON'T KNOW
CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.
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CG: IT'S LIKE
CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.
CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.
TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing
CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.
TG: you think thatd be heroic or just
CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.
CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?
TG: hah
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TG: but uh
TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth
CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.
CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.
TG: oh
CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.
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TG: heh
TG: well get this
TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free
TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues
TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time
TG: take that and some of this
TG: im packin punches
CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!
CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.
CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.
CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.
TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here
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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?
TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given
TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool
CG: PFF⊠OKAY MAN.
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THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG â dbf!mechanic!joel oneshot
series masterlist | main masterlist | read on ao3 pairing: dbf!mechanic!joel x f!reader. summary: your car breaks down and you make a deal with your dad's best friend, joel, who happens to be the best mechanic in town. you'll work for him over the summer holidays to pay your debt back, but maybe you can find a pleasant shortcut to it? a/n: well, well, well... what can i say? this whole uniformed!joel shit is giving me proper brain rot. i don't know what came over me while writing this but i just rolled with it. i do appreciate any notes you may wanna leave to keep me motivated hehe. enjoy! x edit: forgot to mention this oneshot was prompted by this ask! warnings: 18+, mdni. no outbreak AU. juicy age gap (reader is 21, joel is 48). rough, ABSOLUTE filth & i'm not even sorry. some edging. semi-public groping? masturbation (f and m receiving). oral (f and m receiving). pussy pronouns (she/her). unprotected piv. mouth fucking. very mild brat taming kink. transactional sex. alternating pov. reader is female but that's about it. w/c: ~8.9k of pure filth. divider by @cafekitsune
âUgh, not again, câmon!â
Your cranky little car did not have it in it anymore. It was almost fifteen years old now, having passed down from your older brother to you when you turned sixteen five years ago. Out of pure frustration, you hit the steering wheel with the palm of your hand and let out a raspy grunt.
The check engine light had lit up on the dash, which was what caused your fit. And then, as if orchestrated by the universe, the engine made a loud, clicking noise. You flattened your forehead against the wheel, your fingers curling around the rubbery texture with a tight grip.
âYou stupid car!â, you screamed at it as if it was a sentient being. âIâm broke, you cannot die on me like this!â
You were on the parking lot of a cafĂ©. Early that afternoon you had met with some friends to celebrate the beginning of summer and the end of the academic year. One more and you would be done with your degree â it looked so damn far away, but you still had this summer to look forward to.
Rummaging through your purse, you finally located your cellphone and quickly dialled your dad.
âYeah?â
âHey, dad. Iâm at Bettyâs. The fucking light has come on again?!â
âWatch your mouth!â, he reprimanded you from the other side of the line. You could hear him huff and puff with disapproval. âI think your car is on its last legs, gonna have to think about buying one.â
âYou know I canât afford that, all my savings are going into my degree. Iâll just have to get it fixed for now.â
âTake it to Joelâs then. See what he thinks.â
âBut itâs a Sunday, you think heâll be open?â
âThat man is a workaholic, you bet his business is open today.â
âAlright, you reckon heâll do it for free?â
âFor free?â He laughed; you could imagine him shaking his head. âI doubt it, but maybe heâll give you a discount. Gotta go, little bug. Iâll see you at dinner. If you can make it, obviously.â He mocked you.
âHa, ha⊠So funny. Talk to you later.â And you hung up.
The drive to Joelâs garage was a fucking torture. Every time the engine made a squealing noise, your heart would jolt to your throat. You tried to encourage it, whispering sweet nothings in the hopes it would get appeased and make it to Joelâs repair shop.
You also got distracted by your filthy mind. Joel had been in your DILF radar since you were nineteen. Three years ago, your dad celebrated his 45th birthday with a barbecue in the middle of summer. Joel had turned up in a white tee shirt, khaki shorts and flipflops, with untamed silvery curls and a crate of beer under his arm.
When the Texan heat became unbearable, he had stripped himself of his clothes, fashioning a pair of short swim trunks that had left you breathless and wet. When you watched him get out of the water later that afternoon, you could have sworn that the tip of his dick had shown briefly before he discreetly tucked it away. That image had been burnt into your retinas and haunted you since then.
Unconsciously you licked your bottom lip, your core molten with slick, as the car came to a halt. You had arrived at your destination.
There was an old Ford at the front of the garage, someone working under the hood. When the driverâs door of your car slammed against the frame, Joel peeked up from the engine he was working on.
His eyes flickered with recognition. He grabbed an old rag to clean his big, veiny hands of grease and oil. You wondered what else would be big and veiny. Stop it, you dirty fucker, you told yourself.
âHey, Joel!â You waved at him with a smile.
âWhatâs up, kiddo?â
You rolled your eyes at him, the grin staying on your plump lips.
âIâm not a kid anymore, Joel. Have not been for a long time now, yâknow.â You punctuated, unsure of what you were trying to achieve with that comment. Well, you knew, but did not want to admit it to yourself.
âOh, I knowâ, he husked, his voice suddenly gruff.
Tilting your head to one side, you looked at him with question marks in your pupils. Why had he accentuated that âknowâ? And why all the sudden was your cunt gushing? How could he make you wet with three simple words? You were going to need to request a booty call that night from your friend with benefits.
âUh, uhmmâ, you laughed nervously. âThe engine light on my car has come on for the third time this week and the motor is making weird noises, could you check it out for me, please?â
âSure thing, lemme see.â He took the keys from your hand, electricity cracking between you.
You pursed your lips, a gesture he did not pick up on. Joel walked to the driverâs side, activated something and then the hood popped open. He walked around to the front of the car and propped the hood up with the metal rod that was inside.
As Joel was inspecting the motor with his broad hands, you put one foot in front of the other in a vain attempt to rub your knees together and cause some friction in your needy cunt. You squeezed your thighs some more as you watched him work with his hands, and you imagined what it would feel like if he was working you instead.
Oof! Take it down a notch, girl, you thought to yourself when your clit twitched in desperation.
Then Joel turned around to look at you.
âWhen was the last time you changed the timing belt?â
âThe... what now?â Your mind was hazy with lust, but even if you had been at your full mental capacity, you wouldnât have known what he was talking about.
âThe timing belt. In the engine. What ensures that the camshaft and crankshaft rotate in sync?â He looked at you with a cocked brow, cleaning his hands again on that old rag.
Oh, I would pay big bucks to be that rag.
âAre you even speaking English?â, you replied back, partially because you really had no idea what he was talking about, partially because your brain was all mushy with desire.
âIâll take that as a âneverâ then. You should really get it replaced, seems like thatâs your problem. Have you had trouble starting the car?â
âAs a matter of fact, yes, this very morning.â
âYeah, sounds like it. You need to change it asap, if it breaks while youâre driving it would be bad, very bad. You could have an accident. Also trying to fix it after itâs broken will cost you even more.â
âSo⊠will I need to break the bank?â You asked, already flinching at the idea.
Joel seemed to take a second to consider your options, leaning against the passengerâs door and scratching his scruffy beard.
âItâll be $800.â
Your heart almost stopped, your mouth agape.
âEight fucking hundred?â He nodded. âWell, can Iâ Can you not give me a bit of a discount here? You are best friends with my dad. Pretty please?â You laced your fingers together in a prayer and batted your eyelashes at him.
With a low grunt, he straightened his back and folded arms at his chest.
âIâm already giving you one. I would usually charge $1100. Youâre already getting a bargain.â
âWell, what about $300?â You counteroffered.
Joelâs brows knitted together and then loudly scoffed.
âWhat? You think Iâm a fucking charity? No, kiddo. $800 and thatâs it. If I go any lower, Iâd be losing money. Got a business to run here.â
You really did not have $800 bucks to spare. In fact, you barely had five hundred bucks to your name. Asking your family for money was not an option either â not because you were proud (you were), but because money was tight. Your parents already had enough struggles as it was, you did not want to add to the pile.
You visibly pouted and stumped one foot against the gravel, vexed. A loud sigh slipped through your lips as you pressed the heel of your hands against your eye sockets. You needed the car.
Dropping your hands to your sides, you looked at Joel with puppy eyes, covering the distance that was between you. Pleading, you palmed his strong forearm, your fingers wrapping around the girth of his muscles.
For a brief second, you wondered if you would be able to fully grip his erection. Would your fingertips be able to touch your thumb? Or would he be so thick you would need both hands to handle him?
âJoel, plâplease?â, you stammered, your arousal playing games with your vocal cords.
Unwillingly, he scanned your body up and down â slowly, taking his time, pondering his options.
Joel had wanted to fuck you for three years now, since your lustful eyes widened at the sight of only his tip on that dreadful summer day. He could vividly remember the way you had chewed your bottom lip as you watched him slide his cock back in his swim trunks, shamelessly, without blinking. You only stopped devouring him when someone talked to you, snapping out of your trance.
That night, when he got home, he had jerked himself off with you in his mind. He had imagined your plump lips sealed around his glans, the tip of your tongue playfully caressing the slit â your sparkly eyes looking up at him, dreamy and teary, imploring. He had taken his sweet time, rejoicing in his fantasy, until he had spilled in the palm of his hand, as if he was a hormonal teenager. And every time he would fuck someone to find relief, he would visualize your cunt sheathing him, clamping down on his dick like a beartrap.
Ever since then, every time his eyes landed on you, his blood would boil and his cock would harden. Just like now, dick pounding against his boxers, begging to be paid due attention. With the eyes of his imagination, he saw himself letting go and throwing you into the back of your car, drilling your pussy relentlessly until you came wailing, asking for more.
Joel sucked in his breath â he needed to calm down, distract himself with something else. You were his best friendâs daughter. He shouldnât be daydreaming about fucking you stupid. He had seen you grow since you were a babe.
Never thought of you any other way until that fateful barbeque, when he realised you were a full grown ass woman. Suddenly he had seen you for what you were: a fuckable brat who could get his cock rock-hard with the simple lick a of a lip.
An idea formed as you begged him. You looked desperate â desperate enough to him at least.
Joel cracked his tongue, his expression unwavering. But if you could see, you would know his cock was throbbing already.
âWell. I do have an idea.â His words dragged, his erection making him feel uncomfortable.
âYou do? Iâm all ears!â You exclaimed with a lopsided grin, your delicate fingers tighter around his forearm.
His head snapped to his right, pointing to a sign that read âHand Car Washâ.
âIf you help out all summer handwashing cars, Iâll consider part of your debt paidâ, he explained, looking down at your hand touching him.
âIn full?â You eyed him as if he was your goddamn saviour and that unsettled him.
âI said part of it, kiddo. Iâll leave it at $300.â
You batted your eyelashes at him. Did you know that your suggestiveness was wreaking havoc?
âAnything I can do so the $300 reduces to zero?â
âIâll think about itâ, he reluctantly conceded. Joel had a few ideas in mind, but none of them were precisely appropriate. Not for a twenty-one year old to do with a forty-eight year old at least, that was for sure. âBe here tomorrow at 9 AM, sharp. The team works from nine to twelve, Mondays to Fridays.â
You frantically nodded, almost squealing in excitement. The noise you made forced his cock to twitch. He could make you squeal too, only if you would let him.
âIâll be here! Thanks, Joel.â
Before he could think, you let go of his forearm and hugged him close to your chest. To your round breasts. Those two meaty globes he wanted to palm so badly. He could swear your nipples were stabbing at him. You embraced him so close to your body, his bulge pressed gently against your lower belly, and he wondered if you could feel him.
And then you stepped back. Quickly, too quickly for his liking.
âYouâll need to leave your car here, donât want you driving back in that junk. Iâll have a look at it tomorrow. Iâll give you a lift backâ, he offered. âLemme close first and Iâll be right back in five minutes.â
âNo probs, take your time.â You smiled at him as you went back to your car to grab your things.
Soon you were on the passengerâs seat of Joelâs pickup truck. It was dusking on the horizon, the light scattering through the windshield. Joel put down the visor so he wouldnât get blinded by the sun.
âSo howâs college going?â His attempt at small talk made you smile.
âItâs good, hard but good. The first year was really bad though. I didnât know anyone there, so had to make friends and everything.â You mentioned, shrugging, while mindlessly playing with your seatbelt.
âIâm sure you had no problems making friendsâ, Joel said distractedly, checking all the mirrors before turning at the streetlight.
You placed your elbow on the window frame, the back of your head resting on your palm, and you turned to look at him.
âHow are you so sure?â You asked, curious to see what his take on you was. The man was like a brick wall.
âYouâre so vivacious and talkative. Youâre not the shy kind either, always were part of the popular group in high school, werenât you?â You nodded, but he didnât see you, all focused on the road ahead. âBetâcha you have all the boys running after you.â
Well, that was unexpected. For both you and him, because you saw how his jaw clenched. It was almost imperceptible, but you were so aware of his every move, your body so in tune with his, you couldnât have missed it.
Had he noticed you? Like, actually? Was it possible that Joel fucking Miller, your freaking dadâs best friend, could look at you with other than paternal eyes? Why would he make hat comment otherwise?
Your cunt, still wet from your previous innocent interaction, fluttered. You had no butterflies in your stomach â they were actually clapping their fragile wings in between your legs. This man was a fucking menace to your senses, and he seemed oblivious to the effect he had on you. Or did he? Time to find out.
You giggled at his question and patted his upper thigh a couple of times, as if he had cracked the best joke you had ever heard. The pad of your fingers almost caressed his groin, that sweet dip where his thigh met his pelvis. The denim under your touch suddenly stretched as Joel flexed his leg, trying to release the tension that had rapidly built up.
You bit your bottom lip as he peered at you askance, your hand still too close to his crotch.
âI actually do, but none of them seem good enough, yâknow? I want a man, not a boyâ, you ventured, your top teeth sinking further in the soft pillow of your bottom lip.
You saw Joel sucking in his breath â and the grin in your face grew. He was definitely not immune to you, at least not as much as you had originally thought. He looked so unattainable, always so distant, you had wondered if, in his eyes, you had never grown up.
âDo you now, kiddo?â He asked between gritted teeth, tone throaty.
His brown eyes drifted down for one second, watching the tips of your fingers rubbing the denim of his jeans slightly, and then he locked them back on the road. You heard a low grunt vibrating in his throat, although he tried his best to suppress it.
âYeah. Iâm sick and tired of stupid childish boys. They are just boring now, they lackâ well, you know.â You let him brew with your unfinished sentence and removed your hand from his lap.
You could tell Joel finally was able to breathe again as his chest expanded slowly. His reaction to you left a prickling sensation in your pussy â wet, throbbing, needy. You pressed your knees together, but what you really wanted was for him to reach for you and dunk his thick fingers in your slit.
âYour dadâs there.â He stated, succinct, after clearing his throat.
You looked over your shoulder and through the window to realise that, in fact, you had arrived home. Your father was already waiting for you on the porch, probably because he recognised the noise of Joelâs truckâs exhaust pipe. And then he started walking towards you.
You suppressed a pouting grimace â you wanted just a few more minutes alone with Joel. A few more moves and, who knew? Maybe you would have him fingering the shit out of you. But thanks to your father, you would never find out.
Your father knocked on the passengerâs window and you rolled it down, smiling. Although what you really wanted to do was smack him for interrupting.
âHey, dad.â
âHey, sweetie. Howâs the car?â
âWellâŠâ You looked at Joel â you had already forgotten what was it that needed replacing.
âThe timing belt is going. Bit expensive but your daughter and I have reached an agreement. Will reduce the price for her but sheâs gotta come work on the hand-wash businessâ, he explained, matter-of-factly.
âSounds âbout right. Get your first taste of what the real world is like.â Your dad laughed at his own occurrence, while your mind drifted far, very far.
âIâd love to get a taste.â You answered feigning innocence, turning your face to Joel with a very wide smile painted on your mouth.
His eyes darkened, transfixed on yours. Oh, he knew exactly what you meant. He subtly stirred on his seat and you wanted to giggle so bad, but refrained.
âHey, Joel. Thereâs a game on tomorrow night. You wanna come over? Can have something to eat, few beers, will be fun. I need the company, God knows this lady over here just complains while scrolling through her social mediaâ, he pointed towards you with his thumb and you simply rolled your eyes at him.
Watching football with your old man was as boring as it got. However, if Joel Miller was there, he would have your undivided attention. Well, not him, the screen, obviously. Duh.
Your eyes shot to his, expectant. Your cunt was even more anticipative of his answer.
âYeah, why not?â
Famous last words. That was Joelâs only thought as soon as he entered his best friendâs home. You greeted him at the door, all smiley and welcoming, ignoring the fact that you had been trying to get him hard the. whole. fucking. day.
You had come to work with some very short jeans â every time you bent down to rub the sponge on the carâs bodywork, the bottom part of your perfectly round ass cheeks would show beneath the denim. Did you even wear any underwear? He thought not.
And then that white crop top was the fucking end of him. You had gotten it all wet when a loaded sponge dripped all over your front while you were talking to him about some trivial thing he could no longer remember. You had tittered and apologised while you scrunched it to get as much water out as possible. And the only thing he had been able to focus on were your pointy nipples, staring right at him, screaming for his caress.
After that, he had been at full mast the whole damn shift.
âHi, Joel, come in!â You greeted him excitedly, swinging the door open.
He had taken a cold shower before coming over, but maybe what he needed was a fucking ice bath. Because the moment you batted your eyelashes at him, his cock twitched again. Joel had fisted his dick while showering, in the hopes that emptying his nuts before seeing you again would placate his lust for you.
Nope, hadnât worked. Not one bit. This was probably a bad idea.
âHey, kiddo.â He greeted you, emphasizing the last word.
He could literally be your fucking father, but that did not seem to deter you. If anything, it spurred you on. Had you no shame? Had he no shame? Because he should have stopped you the moment you started to be suggestive. Instead, he had let you go on, enjoying every single second of it.
Joel walked in and made his way to the kitchen, with you on his heels, where your father was lathering up some ribs with his secret sauce recipe.
âHey, Joel. Let me get that from youâ, he said before cleaning his hands on a kitchen towel and grabbing the beer crate from him.
Feeling they were still cold, his best friend cracked two open and handed him one. Joel lifted the can to his lips and saw you looking at him from the corner of his eye.
âWant one?â he asked, since you were of legal drinking age.
You shook your head no, wrinkling your nose in disgust.
âEww, nah. I hate beerâ, you sniggered and his dick spasmed some more.
ââCourse you doâ, said your father before he could reply. âYou only drinkâ Whatâs that crap again?â
âGin and tonic, dad. Itâs literally gin and tonic mixed. Itâs not that fancy.â You huffed and puffed, shaking your head.
âThis youth mixing everything because they canât have proper alcohol. Whatâs next? Mixing beer with lemonade or something like that?â
âWell, thatâs actually a thing. Itâs called a shandy. Donât be so old.â
Joel let you two have a go at each other. Observing the exchange, he sat down on one of the stools in front of the island, knees slightly bent.
âWhat?! You listening to this, Joel?â You father exclaimed with a joking tone. âIs Sarah like this too?â
âYeah, exactly like this. Thinks beer is disgusting and everything. Thought I raised her better than that, but apparently not.â He jested, sipping from the tin can.
âHowâs she doing?â His friend asked.
âSheâs fine. Sheâs turning twenty-four in a couple of weeks. She moved out two months ago, gone to Houston for her new job.â He couldnât help but be proud of his Sarah. She had accomplished so much. âSheâs supposed to be here for her birthday, but weâll see. Sheâs always so busy, donât really know with what.â
âArenât they all? I barely see this one over here and she still lives under my roof.â
You folded arms, rolling your eyes again, while you sat down beside Joel on another stool.
âSorry for having a social life? Like, what do you want me to do? Stay here with you watching football? Got better things to do, dad.â
âSo you ainât staying tonight then?â Your dad asked.
Joel turned to study you, interested in your answer. Could he have some reprieve tonight?
âOf course Iâm stayinâ. Would be rude not to when we have guests over, right, Joel?â And as the last words abandoned your mouth, you placed your left hand on his right thigh under the counter.
God have mercy.
Joelâs muscles stiffened, one in particular more than the others. His thighs were tense as he gripped the beer can with more strength than what was necessary. He kept his eyes to the front, taming his breathing.
He should have done something, slapping your hand away from his lap for instance. But he didnât. And you took that as an invitation, because soon enough you were kneading his bulge under the kitchen island. Your palm rubbed harshly against the denim, and he saw you chewing your bottom lip.
Your father busied himself with seasoning the ribs and the French fries, oblivious to what was happening just a few meters away from him. This feels fucking wrong, but so fucking good, Joel thought to himself, your hand frisking his groin brazenly.
His cock was thudding with desire under his clothing, begging to be freed from its prison. You sensed his desperation, because you quickly tried to clasp your hand around it. Feeling your frustration at the inability of fisting him properly, Joel parted his legs to give you better access. If that was not an open invitation, nothing was.
Iâm already going to hell. Joel had to stop himself of sucking his breath in when you started to unzip his jeans. His eyes slightly widened, but that was his only tell.
âSo who do you reckon is going to win tonight?â Your father asked as your fingers dipped underneath his boxers.
Your warm skin against his beating cock dulled his senses. Then you took his dick out of his boxers and attempted to circle his girth while working him. Joel had to drink from his beer to shut himself up.
âNot sure, but Iâd like for the Longhorns to winâ, he spat the words out as best he could given the circumstances.
âYeah, would be nice seeing our hometown win something this seasonâ, your father continued with the small talk.
Joelâs thighs flexed when you started pumping him decisively. Fuck. He briefly looked down at his erection. It felt too damn good, your tiny fingers gripping him hard as you slowly moved your hand up and down on his lap. The tip of his cock was glistening with precum and you expertly rubbed it on his foreskin with your thumb.
As your father turned around to put everything in the oven, Joel took the chance to look at you. With your gaze averted, you pretended there was something interesting in the wall in front of you, while your right hand was buried underneath your slutty denim shorts. Joel could swear he could hear the squelching sounds your pussy was making while you played with yourself.
âRight, I think this is it. Gotta wait for an hour until everythingâs properly cooked. Wanna move to the family room in the meantime?â He happily chattered as he walked around the kitchen island.
You reacted quickly and let go of his shaft. With his lap right under the kitchen counter, Joel hoped to hell his friend would not see anything out of the ordinary.
âYeahâ, he said with a coarse voice. âNeed to go to the bathroom first.â
Your father just nodded as he sauntered towards the living room and Joel almost let go a sigh of relief. You simply chortled as you put your left thumb in your mouth, making it obvious that you were tasting his precum.
Joelâs cock jerked on his lap as he whispered a blasphemy. Quickly he tucked away his painful dick back in his boxers and zipped his jeans as he stood up. Then he retreated to the bathroom, needing a fucking moment to find his composure again.
Until he heard you.
âGonna go get my phone charger, be back in a jiffy!â
Before Joel could close the door behind him, you slipped your hand in the door gap to stop him from shutting it. You caught him off guard, because he stepped back, brows knitting when he saw you under the door frame.
âWhatâcha doing?â, he questioned you.
You could feel the rigidity radiating from him. You entered the small bathroom and silently closed the door behind you, both of your hands holding onto the doorknob on your back.
âI came to finish what I started.â
You didnât give him time to think â if you did, you knew he would put an end to this. You were too turned on, your cunt beating every time your heart did. Your pussy lips were all wet and puffy â you could feel your slick trapped between your folds, almost seeping into your panties. You had unleashed the beast and wanted it all for yourself.
So you threw yourself into Joelâs chest, your teeth softly scratching his Adamâs apple as one of your hands found its way back to his cock. He tilted his chin up and groaned at your touch. His pounding dick felt warm and velvety against your palm, so hard from working him under the kitchen counter a minute before.
Once he opened his eyes again, he looked down at you as you gripped his erection with both hands. Slowly you jerked him off, feeling powerful with him on the palm of your hands. Every time you pumped him, your clit would twitch in response. He had not touched you yet and your pussy was already palpitating for him. You could not wait to feel him inside you, stuffing you full.
 âWe shouldnât, your father is right thereââ
You could not care less. And to make it evident, you sunk to your knees in front of him, still holding his cock, now at eye level.
Your tongue darted out and you leaned his dick forward until the tip rested flat against your tongue, your hands still working his veiny shaft.
âYou were saying?â You asked before briefly pecking his glans.
âFuckâ, was the only thing he managed to mumble.
That was your cue to give free rein to your lust. You nudged his column with the tip of your nose as your mouth drifted down to kiss his balls. Then your tongue slid out in its full extension, and you flattened it against the underside of his cock, slowly lapping at it until you reached the top and sealed your lips around his mushroom head.
Glancing up at him, you saw pleasure softening his features as you took him in further and further down, until his cock reached the natural resistance at the end of your throat. When his tip bottomed out in your mouth, Joelâs eyes found yours. His jaw visibly clenched at the sight of you kneeling in front of him, cock burrowed in between your lips, tears gathering on your bottom eyelids because of how his dick was outstretching you.
You moaned as Joel pulled his hips back, his shaft leaving your wet cavity, now full of precum and saliva. You swallowed to make room as you avidly tipped your head towards him, your lips hunting down his dick again. Slurping so you wouldnât drown in fluids, you ate his cock like if it was the last edible thing on earth.
At that moment, something shifted in the air. As if Joel, finally, let go of his prejudices and accepted what you were giving him: your mouth to use as he pleased. His fingers hovered over your temples and then they clamped down on your skull as he held you in place.
âStay stillâ, he commanded, and you nodded, his cock sitting snugly in your mouth.
His hips moved back and then forward, rocking his dick in and out of your lips. First slow, then picking up a pace. You stayed put throughout while he fucked your mouth mercilessly, palms against your knees like the good girl you were. Then his glans breached your uvula and you inevitably gagged at the intrusion.
He forced you to remain still as he tried to go further down, but there was nowhere for him to go. Your eyes welled up while you fought back the need to cough, almost unable to breathe.
Joel snapped his hips back and your mouth became free. You started panting while trying to catch a breath. Joel cupped your chin up so you would look at him. His sly grin told you he was enjoying himself a bit too much.
âCan tell youâve not eaten many cocks, have you? Despite pretending to be this slutty brat in front of everyone, hm?â He asked, his voice rumbling in his chest.
âWell, Iââ He didnât let you finish the sentence because as soon as you opened your mouth, he slotted his dick back in between your plump lips.
âI actually donât wanna hear it.â
Inevitably your cunt gushed at his roughness. He was right though â you had only given head to two guys before and their cocks did not measure up to his. Your jaw had actually started to hurt now due to the effort you were making to house his dick in your mouth.
Joel quickly resumed his pounding, fucking your mouth relentlessly â his hips swaying back and forth in front of you.
âSweetie! Can you bring my charger too please?â Your fatherâs question forced both of you to snap out of the sexual haziness you both were feeling.
You two froze in place, Joelâs cock still in your mouth.
âOr I can come get it.â Then you heard his booted steps coming up the corridor.
In a panic, Joel stumbled back and you sprang to your feet, eyes widened with fear.
âNo! Donât worry! Iâm coming!â You shouted back, hoping that your voice sounded far away enough to him.
The steps stopped and you both listened to him walking back to the living room. âThank you, sweetie!â
You turned to look at Joel, who had grabbed a bunch of toilet roll to clean off the mess on his still throbbing cock.
âJoel, Iâm sorry, bââ
âJust go before he changes his mind and comes looking for youâ, his voice was strained with effort. His erection had to be painful by now without any relief.
But he was right. You couldnât risk it. Neither of you could. So with apologetic eyes, you slithered out the bathroom door and ran to your room to snatch a couple of phone chargers.
Fucking torture that was.
Joel had never been in a worse position than that. Sat on the couch with you, your father on the recliner just a couple of meters away â and his dick still pulsating, his balls full of unspent cum. His cock would writhe in his boxers, asking for a relief that never came. He was in excruciating pain and was not able to concentrate at all. All the small talk your father did went over his head, didnât pay attention to the TVâs commentary either.
From time to time, you would graze his thigh lightly â and on one occasion you slid your naughty hand towards his groin. Luckily the living room was dark, the TV being the only source of light, so your father didnât pay much attention to your provocations. You quietly kneaded his bulge, curling your fingers around his erection underneath, and it got to a point where Joel had to force your hand away, because he was too close to coming.
So, when he waved you both goodbye and got into his truck, he could literally not wait to get home. Under the dim light of the lampposts that filtered through the windows into the truckâs cabin, Joel freed his aching dick and fisted it from the base. With his head tilted back against the headrest, he furiously jerked off â fast and with no measure, to the point it was almost hurting. Tension built up from his nuts upwards and when Joel finally got relief, he groaned audibly as his cum spurted out in white, thick streaks.
With a heavy sigh and some laboured breathing, he opened his eyes, looking for some tissues to clean the mess on his lap. As he was putting his cock back in his boxers, something caught his attention.
The darkness camouflaged you well, but he spotted you on the window of your room, watching him eagerly with half-lidded eyes and chewing your bottom lip. Then your head leaned forward, your chin almost touching your chest, and Joel suddenly understood what was happening. You had been touching yourself while observing him do the same thing, until you orgasmed too.
Your eyes locked on each otherâs through the blackness, something dark and perverted floating in the atmosphere. The whole thing felt wrong. The right kind of wrong.
The next week had been a continuous dance between the two of you. You too suggestive, him too evasive. After you had seen him wanking in his car, you had thought you had him under your spell. He had looked like a damn teenager chasing his release, unable to contain it much longer.
But you couldnât blame him â you had had him on edge for almost five hours. First touching him under the counter, then sucking his dick in the bathroom, and finally kneading him on the couch with your dad only two meters away.
It all had affected you too, because as soon as you had scurried away to your room and had looked out the window, you fingered yourself with your eyes locked on him. You came so hard, that you had to steady yourself on the windowsill, trembling knees and all. And once the orgasm softened its grip on you, you had realised he had been watching you as you rode the last wave of your climax.
So yes, for a week you tried to seduce him again, because you needed to know how it all ended. Having him burrowed down to your guts was a necessity now. However, it got to a point where you almost gave up â it was draining having to follow him around like a bitch in heat. You still had one ace up your sleeve though. One that you hoped to play this afternoon. Because if you didnât fuck him today, you were going to lose your shit.
You focused on your task, which was rubbing the soaked sponge on the bodywork of the car. Two other people were doing the same thing on the back, while you were slightly bent over the hood trying to reach the middle. Your breasts brushed against the metalwork, your white tank top completely wet with soapy water, almost transparent now. The coldness was refreshing in the asphyxiating Texan heat and your nipples especially welcomed it, wrinkling tightly and showing through the fabric.
When you straightened, you caught a glimpse of Joel eyeing you intently. But you pretended you didnât â maybe you needed to play difficult, show him no interest. Reverse psychology. So for the rest of your shift you just ignored him, fully conscious of how his sight followed you at all times. Let him brew.
Joel didnât say a word though, didnât come close to you either. But you heard him wicker while you were openly teasing one of your teammates. Were you trying to make him jealous? Absolutely. So, you giggled and played with your hair at the tasteless joke your colleague told you. It wasnât funny, but you wanted Joel to listen to your flirting.
Midday came around and the other two people working on the hand wash business said their goodbyes. Joel employed a father and son in the shop too, who left the garage to go home for lunch. And then it was only you and Joel left. Just as you had planned.
âJoel? Can you help me with this, please?â You politely asked him after lifting a bucket full of water up to your chest.
You took a couple of steps forward and the water spilt all over, soaking your shirt completely.
âShitâ, you heard him say under his breath, jogging towards you.
He slipped his arms underneath the bucket to release you from its weight and then placed it back down between both of you.
âWhat are you doing? Youâre gonna hurt your back with such terrible manual handling.â He reprimanded you, tutting.
âSomething hurts and itâs not my back, Joel.â You muttered, your fingers wrapping around his wrist to haul him closer to you.
You were done with subtlety. You guided his hand to your pussy and pressed it gently.
âHurts right here.â The low, needy mumble poured from your lips like honey.
Joelâs eyes squinted just a tad, and his nostrils flared. You saw the inner battle in his chocolate eyes, and you fucking hoped he lost.
Soon you had the answer you had been looking for. The palm of his hand flattened against your crotch, holding you possessively, and pulled you against his broad chest. You couldnât help but moan when your breasts pressed against him, your taut nipples aching with sensitivity.
âYouâre so fucking nasty, kiddo. Been watching you all week, trying to get me hard all over again, havenât you?â You shyly nodded, biting down your bottom lip as you glanced up at him, his palm rubbing your cunt with determination. âOf course you have, youâre so cock drunk. You loved sucking me, didnât you?â
You shook your head yes, holding onto the waistband of his jeans. You whimpered when his thumb burrowed in your pants, trying to find your slit over all that clothing unsuccessfully.
âJoel, please.â You begged for mercy, for relief, for something â anything he could give you, you would take.
âYou want me to fuck you, kiddo?â His free hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up, while his thumb kept nudging your damp slit. His mouth hovered over yours as you simply nodded again. âHm? You want me to destroy your pussy?â
âYes, yes, YES.â You were already gushing at his dirty talk.
With no more prodding, Joel bowed down and sunk his tongue in your mouth, darting in with the ferocity only a man on the edge could feel. He swept your entire cavity in an open-mouth kiss that left your knees shaking and your pussy throbbing. You moaned into his breath and your tongue lapped at his, the span on his fingers gently covering your neck and squeezing lightly.
Joelâs hand between your legs moved to your ass, pressing you into him. His swollen lump poked at your lower belly intimately and you couldnât resist the urge to dip your hand in his boxers. He audibly groaned as you attempted to circle his whole girth and failed. Just like a week before, you would need both of your hands around his shaft to properly grip him. You pumped him once, very slow, your hand gliding down till it found his balls.
Joel grunted in the middle of the sloppy kiss and pushed you to go backwards until your body met the back of his pickup truck, which was parked at the end of the driveway. Out of prying eyes, you hoped. Not that you cared that much at this precise moment, anyway.
His beard scratched the skin on your cheek as his lips drifted down to your neck. You looked up to the clear sky before you closed your eyes, giving his pulsing cock a light squeeze that snatched a moan out of him.
Without warning, Joel broke the messy kiss and knelt before you, his hands tugging at the waistband of your shorts with no difficulty. Soon your pants were around your ankles, your panties quickly following, leaving you naked from the waist down. Joel helped you take them off but left your tennis on.
Still on his knees, he peeked up with a devilish smile, then leaned forward and lapped at your mound. A heavy sigh slipped from your lips as your fingers raked his salt and pepper curls. The tip of his tongue brushed the point where your slit started and then licked upwards, his tongue skidding through your skin until it reached your belly button.
You pursed your lips, wanting him to go down, not up. In fact, you pushed him down ever so slightly and the cold of his breath against your wet skin when he laughed made you look down, frustrated.
He kissed the beginning of your slit again and when you thought he was going in, he stopped. You whimpered, thwarted, as he got back up to his feet and towered above you.
âYou want me to touch you where it hurts, hm?â He questioned with his lips ghosting yours. âYour pussy? Thatâs where?â
Not waiting for your reply, his index dunked in your pearly furrow and traced it in its entirety, from your quivering hole to your thumping clit. And then he did it again, for good measure.
âYouâre soaking, kiddo. Iâve barely touched you and youâre already dripping.â To emphasize his words, Joel suddenly dived his finger in your opening, a squelching sound making it obvious that you were, in fact, dripping. âYou hear that?â He forced his finger out and then back in, the wet, sucking noise even louder this time.
You frantically nodded as he fingered you, his thumb caressing your begging clit as he did. You mewled into his chest, eyes shut, trying to calm the fluttering of your inner walls around his lonely finger. Lonely not for long, because Joel then introduced a second. You held onto his sides, his tee shirt scrunching in your fists, the orgasm building up.
âCâmon, squeeze your cunt for me. Show me how tight you areâ, he whispered in your ear as his relentless fingering picked up a faster pace between your legs.
You happily obliged and squashed your walls together around his fingers as he dextrously stroked your g-spot. All of a sudden, a firing sensation built in your clit without warning and the haziness of pleasure took over your senses abruptly. You came hard, very hard, wailing his name as he kept on fingering you until the last wave of your climax washed over you.
What the actual fuck? You thought to yourself, amazed. You rested your forehead against his chest, catching a breath and feeling your arousal wetting your inner thighs.
Still recovering from your unexpected orgasm, Joel picked you up and settled you down on the edge of his truckâs cargo bed. Your feet dangled in front of you, and you parted your legs to make room for him while you wrapped his neck with your arms and licked into his mouth.
âNow Iâm gonna eat you raw, kiddo. Give you some of your own medicine.â His hoarse tone gave you goosebumps. Palming both of your breasts over your wet tank top, he pushed you down until your back met the floor of the cargo bed, your legs hanging freely from your knees down. âIs that what you want? This old man feasting on your pussy, on her? âS she gonna like it?â
âJoel, please, justâ Yes, eat my pussy. Eat her, eat me, please.â You begged with a small voice while you pinched your nipples over your shirt, eyes closed.
And finally, he did. With his hands on your knees to keep them apart, Joel lapped at your cunt in one sweet sweep. Your body trembled with elation, shivers firing down your spine. His tongue caressed all the crevices in your shiny slit, lips puffy and reddened. His thumb found your clit as the tip of his tongue played with your leaking hole, going in and out a few times â fucking you with his tongue.
You were not able to take it for much longer â with Joelâs tongue lodged in your creamy fold and your fingers playing with your nipples, you were done for. Soon you came undone, tension growing in your lower belly and molten lava finding its way out. You howled his name, your knees pressing against his head, holding him in place as you came in his mouth. Joel sipped from your fountain, leaving not even one drop behind, your pussy licked clean of your own discharge.
His turn to find relief.
Even though Joel had been fisting himself while eating you raw, the roughness of his palm could not compare to your warmth. He just knew your pussy would hug his cock just right. And he was dying to find out.
Pushing his work jeans and boxers down to his ankles, he kicked his feet until they came off. Soon his security shoes and socks were kicked to the side too. With renewed energy, Joel jumped on to the cargo bed. You propped your torso up with the help of your elbows to study his erection, wetting your lips unknowingly.
Your eyes lingered on his cock for too damn long and it twitched on his hand.
âSpread your legs, kiddo.â
And so you did without complaints. You stretched your legs, Joel having a perfect view of your glistening pussy. You were so horny, he could literally see your cunt palpitating from this angle. Knelt between your legs, he leaned forward until the tip of his dick brushed against your slit, so damp again it just slid off. Jerking himself off, he nudged your soaked entrance with his mushroom head and your mouth opened, shaping a perfect O.
âSo needy, isnât she? Arenât you? Playing difficult to catch today, trying to make me jealous with that stupid boy, but in reality, youâre just a desperate brat wanting to get her pussy drilled by her dadâs best friend.â His dirty talk did not stop while he pushed in, your flesh parting to house him until he bottomed out.
Joel moaned, sweat gathering on his brow, his hands on either side of your head. He stood still for a long minute while your cunt fluttered around him, sheathing his whole length. He could feel your inner muscles adjusting to him.
You were so cockstruck you didnât even reply.
âIâm gonna fuck you now, so take it well, kiddo.â He warned before tilting his hips back and abruptly back in.
You wailed loudly at the first thrust, and Joel had to muffle your screams by covering your mouth with his hand. You licked his palm, but he didnât let go. He did not want you to alert the neighbours around the garage. His hips bucked against yours and then, after a few teasing shoves, Joel started jackhammering you fast and viciously hard.
You draped your legs around his waist, the heels of your white tennis pushing on his ass cheeks, encouraging to go deeper and quicker. And so he did, uncovering your mouth to replace it with his.
Joel fucked you mercilessly, filthily. He drove his dick in and out of you in quick succession, drilling your tacky pussy. And he knew you were loving every single second of it. Your soft sobs only spurred him on and when your moist pussy clutched around his drumming cock announcing your orgasm, he couldnât restraint himself for much longer.
He stoically let you come while riding your own climax. His balls tightened and his belly muscles strained, signalling his own relief.
âWhere?â, was the only word that he managed to whisper.
Your eyes were still closed, a languid smile lingering on your lips, all blissful and satisfied while he was still fucking suffering.
âIn my mouth.â Your reply was almost his undoing.
Joel snapped his hips back, his hard, throbbing cock slipping out. He dragged his body across yours until his thick, hairy thighs were on each side of your head and his nuts were resting on your chin, his ass hanging over your breasts.
âOpenâ, he husked, raspy and throaty.
Still with your eyes closed, you parted your lips, and Joel shoved his beating cock down your throat unceremoniously. He leaned forward over you â his hands holding his weight off you, flat against the cargo bedâs floor. And then Joel started fucking your mouth mindlessly, as if it was your cunt â his testicles slapping against your chin and your eyes welling up.
He could feel your head almost rocking up and down below him with the strength of his thrusts. You only stopped swaying underneath him when your hands grabbed his buttocks, your fingers sinking in his flesh.
With a guttural growl, Joel came undone and his thick cum filled your mouth. You stayed still while the last white ropes spurted out the slit on his tip, finally reaching the bliss he had been chasing for a week.
Joel lifted his hips off your face and his dick came out of your mouth with a pop.
âEat it, kiddo.â He requested of you, towering above you.
From this angle, flat on your back and with Joel almost sat on your face, you saw first his balls and then his soft cock hovering over your eyes. What had just happened was filthy, and you loved it, even though you were sure that your throat would hurt tomorrow.
âItâs $300 if I swallowâ, you kidded out of nowhere, almost gargling with his cum as your mouth was full of it.
Joel chuckled as he came off you, sitting down on your left.
âDealâ, he agreed.
And so you gulped his cum down, letting it slip down your throat until it landed in your belly. You smiled at him before opening your mouth to show him it was empty.
Joelâs chest rumbled with satisfaction.
âGood girl.â
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but im not hurt, im tense âż bllk multi âcause iâll be fine without you babe.
ïčpostscript : itâll never work out. feat. Éâ shidou, rin, sae, kaiser Ê cw : fem reader, angst ( no comfort )
shidou looks at you with a pout on his face. itâs been millenials since he last saw youâ( 2 weeks ). so when he finally found you wandering the local store in your area, he immediately grabbed your wrist.
âyou blocked me.â his mouth curls downwards. âam i nothing to you?â
the mocking look on his face only makes your frustrations grow deeper. âyes, i did block you. and that too for a reason so let gââ
âno.â his grip on your hand tightens, as if he was scared to let go. âtell me baby, where did i go wrong?â his tone sounds almost pleading.
âwhere did you go wrong?â you stare at him in disbelief. âyou almost punched my dad at family dinner, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?â you snap at him.
âis that what youâre mad about?â shidou scoffs. âhe deserved it anyway, was sayinâ some stupid shit.â he dismisses your confrontation.
âryusei.â your hand finally breaks free from his grip, pushing him away. âthis is why we broke up.â you glare at him before hurriedly exiting the store.
shidou clenches his fists, knuckles turning white as he looks down at the floor. he felt his blood boiling, like he was going to burst in an explosion.
itâs only that, he doesnât like this explosion.
rinâs resolve is crumbling down second by second as he watches your smile break down into a look of confusion and hurt. youâre interfering with his goals? what is he talking about?
âwhat are you talking about?â you hold onto his hand, as if clutching a thread thats about to break. âiâve been there for you since we were kids and supported your dreamâwhatâs so annoying about that?â the tention in your words are clear.
âim going to become the worldâs best striker.â rin grits his teeth. âand you keep getting in the fucking way.â his words are cold, hitting you like an iceberg.
you do get in his way- in every way possible. he wants to defeat itoshi sae, and yet, every goal he scores seems to be dedicated to you. youâre slowly deprieving his heart of all the hatred and god, he hates it.
heâs made up his mind, he wants to defeat itoshi sae. but with you, the only mental image in his mind is nii-chan, not itoshi sae.
he doesnât want to destroy his older brother, he wants to destroy itoshi sae.
his heart clenches at the sorrowful look on your face. âare you serious? im getting in the way?â you look like your world has just been broken into a million piecesâitâs so sudden, you almost donât know how to react.
âyouâre lukewarm.â rin stares daggers into you. âjust forget about us, you knew we were never meant to be.â
maybe rin imagined a future with you,
but all you are now is a bittersweet childhood sweetheart.
sae doesnât have time for you.
or thats what he likes telling himself, since he always finds himself cancelling interviews or cutting practice short to come see you.
you mess with his brainâin a good and bad way.
but he knowâs you deserve better, better than someone like him. you deserve someone who can be there for you, communicate with you properly, give you the affection you deserve.
but he canât.
itâs been clear heâs never made you a priority in his life, he knowâs youâre getting tired of him canceling dates and replying to your messages every few hours.
heâs just finished practice, taking a long sip from his water bottle as he opens his phone. a message from you pops up.
im breaking up with you. itâs not working out, im sorry.
saeâs expression is neutral, but the way heâs squeezing the life out of the plastic bottle says otherwise, squeezing out the last bit of water as it falls to the ground.
you have all the good reason to break up with him, but something in him wants to plead, to beg, that heâll be better, to give him one last chance.
sorry for not making time for you. good luck.
âyouâre not enough.â kaiser snaps at you, a look of fury in his eyes.
you had arguments with him often. you were tired of him constantly pushing you away whenever youâd try to show him an ounce of affectionâsimple things would turn into harsh words exchanged between eachother.
âdo you not see how much i do for you?â you snap back. âand youâre saying im not enough? when i have to go days without contact because you donât even bother to call?â you raise your voice at him, making him flinch.
the truth is, youâve always been enough.
but heâs not enough for you. thatâs why heâs building these barriers around himself to hide awayâhe doesnât deserve you, nor your touch. youâre like an angel who descended from the gates of heaven, and heâs a lowly devil.
heâs afraid his scars will brush on you, which is why he never gives you the chance to heal them. instead pushing you further and further away.
âschatz.â his eyes waver at the hurt visible in your eyes, and the nickname doesnât make it any better.
he canât ask for your forgiveness, heâs not worthy of it.
he can only watch you walk out of his life, an angel deprieved of her feathers.
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Instant dad - part 1
pairing: Oscar Piastri x ex!reader
summary: You have no choice but to tell Oscar he has a five years old son. Now he wants to be a part of his life to make things complicated...
note: Oscar is in his early 30s, so yeah, there's a time jump.
[pilot]
A bit over a week later Oscar was sitting in his rented car in the schoolâs parking lot, thinking about how this conversation could go. According to you, they were aware of the fact he had not known Oliver existed until recently, so he hoped they didnât expect him to talk about what he was like. Sure, over the past week he asked you about him, he wanted to prepare for meeting him, but they hadnât met in person. How could he know what to say? After taking a deep breath, he got out and went inside, feeling more nervous than he did when he was getting in the car before a race.
If he was this nervous now, what would he feel like before meeting his son?Â
Spending years in a boarding school prepared him for this meeting, and the principal was everything he imagined him to be. He was polite, not making a fuss over the fact he wasâletâs sayâfamous. He even apologized for the mess he caused, saying he understood it was probably quite a shock for him, but this was the protocol, and they couldnât make an exception. Oscar kept nodding, even assuring him it was okay, although deep down he was still confused and unsure of things.Â
All of this despite his conversation with his mother, who had been overjoyed when she saw a video of Oliver, saying he was truly just like him, and she couldnât wait to have the chance to meet her grandchild in person. But she also told him maybe this was the best thing that could happen to him. Having a child is truly an experience, and since he was still five, they had the chance to have a wonderful relationship. âYou say he loves F1. Just imagine how happy he would be if he could go to some race weekends with you. You could teach him so much about racing, and you could bond over that,â she said.Â
After he parked in front of your house in the afternoon, Oscar went to the trunk to get everything he brought with himself. From signed merch from both himself and Landoâjust to be sureâto toy racing cars, he had a wide variety of gifts. Something will hopefully become a favorite, an item that he would keep close to himself. Maybe he went overboard, maybe he couldâve brought only one thing, but he had no idea what Oliver liked, so he couldnât pick just one item.Â
âPlease, donât tell me you brought all this for him.â
He looked up with a questioning hum, only to find you standing next to him on the sidewalk. Seeing you again brought back memories of your time together, of all of your little adventures during the short time you spent together, and he couldnât help but wonder if you fled because you found out you were pregnant. If you didnât leave him so suddenly, would things be different now? Would you be a big happy family?Â
Clearing his throat, he flashed a sheepish smile at you. âI couldnât choose,â he admitted as he grabbed the duffel bag and followed you to the front door. He couldnât help but wonder what he could expect, and he had to ask you the most important thing. âDid you tell him that he was meeting his father today?â You nodded. That was good. âIs he excited?â
You bit on your lower lip as you watched him, clearly thinking about how to answer the question. But after a short break, you let out a sigh. âHeâs a little confused, I think. My boyfriend, Alejandro, met him when he was only two, the three of us spent a lot of time together, and he moved in last year. Oliver⊠He assumed my boyfriend was his dad, which in a way he is, but we had to sit him down and explain the situation to him,â you said, looking sad all of a sudden.Â
It was clear now why you were so against telling Oliver the truth. You wanted him to be close to your boyfriend, and you were probably afraid things between them would change once he got into the picture. Maybe you were even afraid things between you and your boyfriend would change too. He couldnât blame you for that, but now that he knew he had a son, Oscar wanted to be a part of his life. He didnât want to be some asshole who ignored his own blood.Â
Once inside, he put the bag on the floor and followed you to the living room where Oliver was watching some cartoon on TV. Now that he saw him in person, he felt warmth spread through his body, because this kid looked exactly like he did at his age. You cleared your throat next to him to get your sonâs attention, and when the kid noticed him, his eyes grew wide from surprise. He got off the couch and slowly walked over to them, his eyes never leaving his face as he tried to process who their guest was.Â
âHello, Oliver,â Oscar said as he crouched down.Â
âYouâre Oscar Piastri!â he yelled excitedly.Â
Oscar couldnât help but chuckle at this. âI am.â
You reached out to ruffle your sonâs hair, then leaned down to be on somewhat eye level with him. âHoney, remember when I said your daddy was going to jump in to see you?â The little boy nodded. âItâs Oscar. Heâs your dad,â you told him softly.
Suddenly the excitement was replaced by disbelief, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of you as he tried to process what heâd just been told. The corners of Oscarâs lips curled into a smile as he watched him, waiting patiently for the childâs decision.Â
âSo heâs my dad?â Oliver asked, earning a nod from you. âDoes this mean Iâm a Piastri?â It was Oscarâs turn to nod. âMom, why am I not called Piastri?â
His eyes moved over to you just in time to see you gulp, clearly having trouble figuring out what to say to that. He couldnât blame you for your confusion, it probably hadnât occurred to you that one day you would have to respond to this question. With a kind smile, he put a hand on your arm, then turned to his son. âBecause Iâve been away for a little too long. But Iâm here, your mom and I can discuss if we could change that if you want,â he finished, barely daring to glance up at you, expecting to meet an angry look in your eyes.
But you didnât look angry, if anything, you seemed relieved that he came to your rescue. There was a glint in your eyes, though, that told him you werenât happy that Oliver brought up his surname. As he thought about it, it occurred to him that you had mentioned how you considered your boyfriend to be his father in a way, so maybe you would have rather given him his name.Â
You placed a soft kiss on your sonâs head, then informed him that you would leave the two of them alone so they could get to know each other. Father and son watched you leave the room, then he turned back to the child with a smile. âI brought you some things. Wanna see them?â he asked him, and when the little boy nodded, he went to grab his bag.Â
As he opened the zipper, Oliver stood by his side, watching his every move with a happy smile on his face. Oscar pulled out the gifts, one by one, and couldnât hold back his laugh as he watched his son proudly wearing his new baseball cap and shirt as he examined the toy car in his small hands. He began to talk about the last race, excitedly recounting the most memorable moments, including the end when his father crossed the finish line first. His big brown eyes turned to him, then he said that he was so happy he was here.Â
When he wrapped his short arms around him, Oscar did the same and even pressed a kiss on the kidâs head. There was undeniably a certain connection between them that he couldn't explain, but they both knew it was there, otherwise his son probably wouldn't be this chill with the idea of being alone with a stranger. Okay, that and the fact he was his favorite driver.
They sat down in the middle of the living room, and Oliver decided to talk about his favorite books, proudly telling his father that he knew how to read, and that according to you and your boyfriend he was really good at it. âThe other kids can barely read yet,â he said with a smug smile, âand I'm already learning math!â
âDo you know how to play chess?â Oscar asked him, but the boy only shook his head. âI should teach you. I started when I was younger than you, and my mom refused to play with me after a while.â
âBecause you were so good?âÂ
With a shrug, he stretched his arms above his head. âI don't know, but I guess I was better than her. Not sure about other people, though,â he admitted with a warm smile.
Oliver let out a thoughtful hum. âIs she as awesome as my mom?â he suddenly asked, looking back at him.Â
A laugh escaped him at the thought, which made his son tilt his head to the side in question. âThat depends on who you ask. She loves to embarrass me online, which isn't always a good thing, but I love her, she's the best mum I could ask for. And there are a lot of people, especially my fans, who absolutely adore her for this gentle bullying,â he added with a laugh.
âMy mom would never do that,â Oliver stated, his little nose scrunching at the thought. âShe loves me too much.â
The two of them spent the next hour or so talking, sometimes stopping when the little boy got distracted by something he caught on TV. But he seemed interested, he wanted to learn as much as he could, and it was true the other way around, because Oscar asked a lot of questions too. He hadnât even noticed how much time had passed until you walked in to tell your son it was time for dinner, a statement that came with the question whether or not his dad was allowed to stay.Â
You didnât let him stay, saying he was probably tired from traveling so much, then gave him a begging look to make him speak up too. Oscar let out a sigh and forced a smile on his face. âHey, itâs okay. Iâll be back tomorrow. Iâm staying for a few days and your mum let me come to see you every day,â he said happily. âIn fact, Iâll be looking out for you tomorrow while sheâs at work. How does that sound?â
Oliver squealed from happiness before he hugged you both, thanking you over and over again for letting him come over. âCan we go to the zoo?â he asked with bright eyes as he looked over at his father.Â
âSure, whatever you want,â Oscar responded with a nod.Â
âOkay, time to wash your hands, Alejandro will be home soon, so we can start to eat,â you asked your son. Once he said goodbye to Oscar and disappeared, you turned to him with a forced smile. âYou donât have to do this, you know.â
With a sigh, he stepped closer to you. âYou were right, heâs a lot like me,â he began quietly, then stopped to consider what to say. He knew deep down that you wanted him to stay away, you didnât want him to ruin the balance of your little family, but how could he give you that after getting to know his son? Oliver was his blood, he was truly a mini version of him, there was no way he would turn his back on him now.Â
You knew. After all these years, despite your time together being so short, you still knew him well enough to know what was going on in his head. âJust donât break his heart, okay?â you asked, earning a nod from him. âThanks for⊠everything. Tomorrow, then?â
âTomorrow. Have a good night.â
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important: the taglist is closed. in fact, this might be the first and last time i'm doing this, because leaving someone out accidentally stresses me. sorry.
Anyway, what do you think? Should I continue?
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Faking It | Jeon Jungkook | Chapter Two
Summary: Seeing him again happened sooner than you thought it would but absolutely no one is complaining. Pairing: f!reader (30) x Single Dad Jungkook (33) (Arranged Marriage Slow Burn?) Word Count: 9.8k Warnings: Talking about Jungkook's wife who passed away in childbirth (Doesn't talk about her death but yeah) a/n: Took me three months but we're finally here đ And if any of you saw me post this and delete it...no you didn't. I posted it on my reblogs account on accident so sorry if that teased you a bit đ
Anyways I hope this was worth the wait đ p.s. I only read through this once when I completed it so have mercy on me if there are typos
I wake up naturally this morning and it's honestly one of the best feelings in my opinion. Not having to worry about being woken up out of a sound sleep shows me that it's going to be a good day.
As I yawn and rub the sleep out of my eyes I hear my phone vibrate on my nightstand, telling me I have a new message. I roll over and reach for it lazily to check and when I read the sender's name I immediately shoot up, causing Salem to dart off the bed. "Sorry Salem" I call after him but then when I go back to read the message my heart is already beating out of my chest.
'Good morning y/n I hope you slept well. How are you?'Â a simple yet inviting message from the man I just met last night. Who knew waking up to good morning texts would still feel this good at the ripe age of thirty?
'Good morning Jungkook! I slept like a baby, best sleep I've gotten in a while actually. I just woke up so, so far so good. How are you? How's Juni? Did you guys sleep alright?'Â I send and at a second glance I can see how completely whipped I am for this man already. Why am I rambling on and on about sleep? I could've just said 'I slept well, I hope you did as well' or something like that.
'That's good, I'm glad to hear! Juni and I slept alright. She actually only woke up an hour ago which is unheard of since she's usually knocking on my door at six am. She's been talking about you since she woke up'Â he sends back and my heart flutters, loving that I've made that big of an impression on her already.
I check the time and see that it's already nine am which is a record time for me to sleep as well since I'm usually up by seven most days. Then again it's not everyday that you get to spend the night with a man like him...
Wait! That's not what I meant!
'She can't stop talking about going shopping for butterflies so I wanted to see if we could set up a time soon. Maybe this weekend if you're free?'Â he suggests and I have to restrain myself from kicking my feet, just thinking about this man asking to see me again, disguised by his daughter wanting to get butterfly decorations for her room.
'This weekend sounds perfect! I'm free tomorrow as well so either day is fine' I offer up and face palm, scolding myself for being too eager. 'Tomorrow sounds great! Should we meet around eleven? Juni and I would love to take you out to lunch if you'd like. You know, to thank you for the help' he sends and I can't help but think that maybe he's a little nervous too.
'Eleven it is! Should I meet you guys there? There's a shop that I'm sure Juni will love and it'll definitely have what we're looking for!'Â I send and I can see the bubbles popping up to show that he's typing but they go up and down a couple more times. He'll type for a little and then stop and type again and I can only hope that I didn't say something wrong in suggesting where to go.
When a few minutes go by I decide it's best to get out of bed and get a cup of coffee. That'll wake up my brain a little more and help me hopefully not make as much of a fool of myself while texting him.
I find Salem perched on top of his cat tree, still a little jumpy from me having scared him but I think it's made him playful more than anything as I watch his tail flick back and forth while he watches me walk up to him.
"I'm sorry for scaring you" I apologize again, scratching his between his ears but when I feel my phone vibrating over and over in my hand I jump again making him climb down off his cat tree and scurry under the couch. I sigh and scold myself as a result before taking a look at my phone, seeing an incoming call from Jungkook.
I almost drop it after reading his name but catch and answer before I end up dropping it.
"Hello?" I ask, slightly out of breath from the scare but try to hide it as best as I can. "Hi pretty lady!" I hear Juni call out in the distance, the phone no doubt on speaker phone. "Good morning Juni! How are you little one?" I ask, feeling more at ease talking to her first and my question awards me with a little giggle before she continues.
"I'm good! Daddy says we're going to a special store to pick out the butterflies for my room! Is that right?" she asks, clear excitement laced all throughout her tone. "Yes that's right Juni we are! Does that sound alright to you?" I ask and I can clearly hear how she's jumping from excitement from how punctuated her voice sounds now as she chants "Yes" over and over again.
"I wish we could go right now!" she says, her excitement too difficult to contain at the moment which makes me smile knowing that she wants to go right away.Â
"Patience Juni, tomorrow isn't too far away" I hear Jungkook's voice coming through now and it makes my breath hitch, forgetting the fact that he had been there all along. He wasn't kidding when he said that Juni grabs everyone's attention right away. Given the chance I'm sure she would've talked to me for hours if her dad hadn't reminded her.
"That's right Juni, only one more sleep until tomorrow" I say and I can hear a little gasp from the other side. "Does that mean I can go to sleep right now and then we can go?" she asks, not understanding the concept entirely.
"Not unless you want to sleep for twenty four hours silly" he says and I hear a fit of giggles that could only mean that he might've tickled her but after a few seconds it's calmed down.
"How long is twenty four hours?" she asks, a constant roulette of questions gearing up if he doesn't answer this question correctly.
"You know how you woke up yesterday, went to school, came home, played with your toys, got ready, went to meet Ms. y/n, came back home, went to bed and woke up this morning?" he lists off and I can tell she's probably nodded her head all throughout his explanation.
"Yes?" she responds in a questioning tone, waiting for him to get to the point. "Well that's how long twenty four hours is" he responds and I hear jumping again once he's finished before an excited Juni calls out. "Does that mean we get to go see Ms. y/n again when I get home from school?" she asks and my heart melts at her excitement.
"Juni, we're seeing her tomorrow remember. I'm sure Ms. y/n is very busy tonight" he says and I hear a sad "Oh" from her and I contemplate my next words carefully before going for it. "Juni, would it be okay if I talked to your Daddy for a second?" I ask and I can hear her let out a disheartened 'Okay' before Jungkook takes the phone off speaker.
"Hey y/n, sorry she's a little hyper this morning" he says and I smile at his efforts to apologize for Juni's adorable disposition. "No that's okay, I love talking to her! She's a cutie" I say and he hums, "Try living with her" he counters and I smile, knowing that her excitable attitude might get a little tiring sometimes.
"I wanted to ask you if you would like to do something today after Juni gets home from school? Maybe meet you at the park? I forgot to give you Juni's dress last night after I washed it. I have to go back to my parent's house to pick it up anyway and theres a park around the corner. It's your call though. I don't want to go against what you told her" I say, rambling off nervously again but this time over the phone instead of texting and I regret ever offering it in the first place.
Why am I so freaking awkward?
"You sure you don't mind? I could always just get it from you tomorrow? I don't want to inconvenience you or anything" he says, giving me a chance to back out but not saying no to me, giving me a vote of confidence. "I wouldn't have offered if I minded" I say with a smile in my tone and he takes another second to think before giving me his response.
"She gets off at three, does that work for you or should we meet up later?" he asks and my heart skips a beat, knowing that I'll get to see him again so soon. "That sounds great, you can meet me at my parent's house if you'd like? The park isn't too far away so we can leave our cars and walk there" I offer and he takes a couple of seconds to think again before saying anything else.
"Juni, do you wanna go see Ms. y/n after school?" he asks and I can hear her little feet running around this time and repeating her response of ceaseless Yes's again. "Well I guess we'll see you later then. I can bring some food for us to take to the park if you'd like?" he offers and I shake my head before remembering that thankfully he can't see me in my sleepy state.
"No that's okay I got it covered. You already said you guys are taking me to lunch tomorrow so the least I could do is bring us food to share at the park today. Plus, I'm the one who suggested it in the first place" I explain and he chuckles before agreeing.
"Alright, thank you y/n. Should we show up around four then?" he asks, giving them time to make their way over after picking her up from school. "Four sounds perfect, I'll see you then!" I say and he calls Juni over to say goodbye. "Bye Pretty Lady! See you after school!" she giggles.Â
I swear I'm never going to tire of her excitable disposition.
"Goodbye Juni! Have a good day and listen to your teachers okay?" and I can hear a faint 'I will' in the background, no doubt from her running off to do something. "Thanks again y/n, I know she's going to be so excited to see you today...we both are" he adds at the end and my heart skips at his confession. "Me too" I say quietly and we finish up our goodbye's before quickly hanging up.
I slowly walk over to the couch as to not scare Salem this time, grab the pillow next to me, put it over my face and scream into it. Although I tried to muffle it I still end up scaring him making him run off to my room, no doubt planning to be wary of me for the rest of the day but that's okay.
I get to see them again, I get to see him again.
I really hope I'm not wrong about thinking that there might actually be something between us already, something about this just feels right. I don't want to rush into this too quickly though since we don't really know much about each other. I want to take things slow and hopefully he does too.
Well...I hope he'll want to take things further but you never know, a man like him is sure to have a lot of options, right? I just don't want to set myself up for heartbreak. Gotta keep it together and not get too vulnerable with him, even if it feels like I should.Â
I've already let him in a little, and he's definetly let me in a lot with letting me spend so much time with his daughter but I don't know, I guess only time will tell what's going to happen between us.
If there's going to be an 'us'.
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The day drags on as I unconsciously count down the hours until I get to see them again but it seems as though time is standing still.
I've spent most of my day editing the pictures I took for a family friend's wedding since that's usually how I get my clients these days. I know someone who knows someone who needs a photographer and my rates are pretty fairly priced so they tend to hire me.
Going through picture after picture and seeing how happy they look together makes me wonder what it would be like to be truly happy with someone like this. Be so openly and obviously in love that no one can say otherwise.
As time ticks by though my mind wanders off until I realize I only have about an hour to get ready before I have to meet them.
"Shit!" I say aloud and get up to hopefully make myself look presentable enough, luckily I took a shower this morning so we're all set on that front. I still need to figure out something for us to eat while at the park though and if I had paid attention to the time it would've been a brilliant idea.
The only option I have left is to phone a friend.
"Y/n? Is something wrong?" my mom asks, the call on speakerphone while I try to fix my hair. "Well depends on if you can help me or not" I say and I hear her sigh. "Please tell me you didn't end up in jail" she says and I scoff at her obviously sarcastic remarks.
"Very funny mom, but for your information no I did not end up in jail. This is seriously something I need help with though. Are you busy right now?" I ask, hoping and praying her answer is no. "No I'm pretty much free for the rest of the day, why?" she responds and I let out a huge sigh before responding.
"Good! Can you do me a favor and throw together a picnic lunch for three? Well...two and a half" I ask, not wanting to give up who it's for but by her gasp I can tell she already knows. "Are you and Jungkook seeing each other again already?" she asks, and I can tell her eyes are as wide as saucers with her hand over her mouth, her reactions being the same since I was a child.
"Yes" I say, giving a one worded response leaving me turning down the volume on my phone when I hear her squealing. "This is incredible! See I knew you two would hit it off! I can hear the church bells ringing already" she says, jumping to conclusions as she always does.
"Mom can you please get the food ready for me?" I plead, going back to the topic at hand while putting some makeup on, nothing too crazy but not wanting to over or under compensate. "Yes yes of course. Leave it to me!" and before I can say another word she's hanging up the phone. "Well that was easy" I say to myself before going to my closet to pick out what to wear.
As I'm flipping through my options I see Salem come out of the darkness, scaring me half to death leaving me scoffing seconds later, realizing he's given me a taste of my own medicine "Okay I guess I deserved that one huh?" I say to him and he meows in response.
"Okay Salem this one, or this one" I say, placing my options in front of him and he sniffs both before swatting at the one he's chosen. "You don't think a sun dress is too much?" I ask and he meows almost as if he was telling me to trust him and so I laugh and give in.
"I hope Juni likes it" I mumble to myself, quickly throwing it on and rushing to finish getting ready. A few minutes later I'm giving Salem a couple tummy rubs like I always do and rushing out the door, praying that I'll get there on time.
The drive to my parent's house seems like it's taking ten times longer than usual and I'm constantly glancing at the clock, making sure that I won't be late but thankfully I get there with plenty of time to spare.
"Hurry up they'll be here any minute!" my mom says, practically having babysat the door to make sure I arrive first. "Nice to see you too" I mumble, never getting a proper hello from her anymore. "The basket is on the table and I put a blanket in there as well" she says rushing me over to where she's put it and it's at that moment she finally notices my appearance.
"You really like him don't you?" she ask, smugness laced in her tone as her efforts of matchmaking are slowly succeeding. "No! Yes...I don't know" I deny but I backtrack immediately since I really do like him. "I haven't been interested in anyone in years and so I don't want to try too hard but I don't know" I somewhat admit to myself, as well my mom that I'm really starting to warm up to the idea of being with someone again.
"It's okay love, he hasn't been with anyone in a really long time either" she says and I furrow my brow, "How do you know that?".
"Well Mrs. Jeon and I were talking about it last night and it seems like ever since his wife died he's been really closed off to love or the idea of dating again. He's tried a few times but they never went beyond a second or third date" she relays and I nod my head, distracting myself with looking through all of the things she had placed in the basket.Â
I try not to let any expression spread across my face since I don't know how to feel. I don't want to say I'm happy that things didn't work out between him and another woman but it's also sad to think about how Jungkook might've felt when his wife passed in such a traumatic way.
"Thank you for telling me but I think I should start learning more about him when he feels comfortable talking to me about it. It's only fair right? I'm sure he hasn't asked too much about me and my past so I guess shouldn't either" I say and walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"But he has" she says when my mouth is full making me spit it into the sink that was thankfully right in front of me. "He what?" I cough, trying to compose myself as I learn this tidbit of information. "He has asked about you. In fact I was on the phone with her right before you got here" I grab a paper towel to dab off whatever water I have left on me but before I'm able to respond we hear the doorbell ringing.
"I'll get it" she say knowingly, giving me another second to calm down before I have to face him. I take a few deep breaths, fix my hair and check my reflection as best as I can in the smudged steel finish on the fridge while listening to my mother greet them at the door.
While Jungkook and my mother exchange a few words I peek around the corner and notice Juni slightly tugging on my mom's pant leg. "Excuse me but where's the pretty lady?" she asks and I have to hold back the coos I want to let out so badly, my heart already a puddle at the sight of her pleading eyes wanting to see me.
"Why don't you go look for her?" she says and when Jungkook looks up his eyes meet mine immediately for just a second but long enough to know my cover is blown. I duck back into the kitchen to hide, convincing myself that he didn't see me when he clearly did.Â
"Go on" he says softly when Juni no doubt looks up at him for approval and my mother follows behind her as Juni walks in the completely opposite direction from where I am, my mom trailing behind her, giving no hints and letting her explore on her own.
I assume that Jungkook follows them but when I hear what sound like his footsteps get closer and not further away I tiptoe my way into the pantry, completely mortified that I know now for a fact that he caught me staring at them.
I close the door almost all the way and ten seconds later I watch as his form passes by the little crack in the doorway and I hold my breath as if that might help but there's only one way in and one way out of this kitchen and both him and I know that.
Why did I even hide? What was I thinking? Way to start things off on the right foot.
While I'm busy scolding myself I forget to pay attention and stumble back when he opens the door. "Got ya" he chuckles and I clear my throat, "Yeah I uh, I guess you did" I say, trying to lean back against one of the shelves, stumbling over a box instead but quickly recovering.
"Why are you hiding?" he chuckles, leaning up against the door frame and crossing his arms making me look down and notice how one of them is completely covered in tattoos. I had never specifically been attracted to tattoos before but on him...
I lose track of what he had said and only realize I had left a lull in the conversation when he clears his throat. "Oh I-" I start off but when I hear my mother and Juni's voices in the other room I grab his shirt and pull him in, making him stumble inside, closing the door right away.
It's only when he hits the switch to turn the light on that I realize what I had done.
"I-" I try to apologize but when I look up at him I notice that there's something in the way he's looking at me that I have never seen before, making my words die in my throat. We stand there for what feels like hours but had only been mere moments just observing each other, watching those small changes of expressions and I start to feel dizzy under his gaze.Â
The tension between us clear and building but it's only when he opens his mouth to say something that the door is thrown open and we're met with a squeal from Juni. She runs into the closet and grabs onto Jungkook's leg making him stumble forward and as a result pins me against the shelf, his hands resting on either side of me.
It's like the universe is playing some sort of sick and twisted joke on us, constantly putting us in situations like these and yet we had only just become reacquainted with each other last night.Â
"I found you!" Juni squeals again, giggles as her cries of victory and she soon pulls on Jungkook's leg to try and separate us.Â
"Daddy I wanna play with the pretty lady" Juni pouts and in her efforts of trying to pull him off of me he actually loses his footing and stumbles, our bodies fully flush against each other now, his face just inches away from mine.Â
I blink up at him and he does the same to me, both of us frozen and not really knowing what to do. It's only when my mother chimes in and asks Juni to come with her to get a snack that that little bubble that had formed around us had been popped.
"I...sorry... I uh, tripped...you know...with Juni and everything" he says, fumbling his words like a school boy, taking a few steps back to be at a respectful distance again. "Yeah no it's fine. I um, I shouldn't have pulled you in here in the first place" I admit and he smirks, remembering the point that lead us up to the little predicament we're in.Â
"Why did you pull me in here?" he smiles, glancing over at where my mom has Juni plopped down on the kitchen counter with a popsicle in her hand. "I take hide and seek very seriously" I explain, me being the one crossing my arms now and he chuckles at my lame excuse for my actions but accepts it anyways.Â
"Right" he says and offers me a hand to lead me out which I reluctantly accept.
"Mom she'll spoil her dinner" I say, scolding her with Juni just lost in the flavor and sheer size of it. To be fair it looks adorable in her little hands. "It's alright, a little sugar won't hurt her. Plus we're still going to the park right?" he asks and I look at him and nod. "Right" I agree and lift Juni off the counter to set her on her feet.Â
"Hi Miss y/n" she says with a bright smile with her lips and tongue stained a bright shade of red from the cherry flavor. "Hi Juni" I say and fix her little sun dress that she's wearing, it's almost as if we had planned to match and when she notices me straightening out her dress she look at mine and also notices the similarity right away.Â
"Look Daddy! Miss y/n and I are matching!" she says with the toothiest grin I've ever seen, her front two teeth standing out just a little bit more making it another cute little trait she shares with her father. Although who knows if she'll keep that once she starts losing her teeth I think to myself and quickly fix her hair as well since it's gotten a bit ruffled in the excitement of it all.Â
"That's right baby, you both look so beautiful" he says making my heart skip a beat. When I look over at him he's giving me a similar adoring look he gave Juni just moments ago making it even harder for me to not melt into a puddle.Â
I'm beginning to notice that these two really know how to tug on a person's heartstrings, it's almost as if it were as easy as breathing and that's something that's gonna take a while to get used to.Â
"Can we go to the park now, please?" Juni asks, her eyes going back and forth between the two of us and when I look over at Jungkook he nods. "Sure, are you ready?" I ask, turning back to Juni and she jumps up and down and chants 'Yes' over and over again like she had done this morning on the phone.Â
"Alright let's go" I say and with one hand clutching her popsicle for dear life she uses the other one to grab mine and drag me towards the front door.Â
"Juni be careful" Jungkook scolds but I turn back towards him and assure him not to worry and I can see how he relaxes at that. She's a little bouncing ball of sunshine, emphasis on the bouncing since she can hardly sit still most of the time unless she's eating, and even then she's dancing around and smiling happily. I swear if this girl gets any sweeter I'm gonna start getting a toothache.
I let go of Juni's hand while my mother entertains her so we can make sure we have everything before we head out and when I try to turn around to grab my cardigan Jungkooks already grabbing it and holding it out to help me put it on. "Oh! I can-" "I know" he cuts me off but doesn't make any moves to give it to me so I turn my back to him and let him do as he pleases, sliding it up my arms and over my shoulders.
He runs his hands down my arms, no doubt as an excuse to smooth it all out but it causes a slight shiver to run through my system and he let's go, surprised at the reaction.Â
"You sure you're gonna be warm enough?" he asks, a hint of amusement laced in his tone making my cheeks heat up but I nod my head and quickly rush over to the table where the basket is so I don't have to face him but he takes it from me as soon as my fingers brush the handle, making our hands touch.Â
"I can carry that" I counter and he shakes his head, "No I'll carry it, someone's gotta hold Juni's hand while we walk there" he says, clearly delegating our respective duties and I smile and nod again. "Deal" and at that we're out the door.Â
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"Higher Daddy higher!" Juni squeals while Jungkook pushes her on the swing, his arms no doubt getting a little tired since she's been on it for the past ten minutes now and I can see he's losing momentum with every push.Â
"Daddy's tired Juni. Can you swing on your own now? You know, just like I taught you" he suggests and she thinks about it for a second before saying a quick 'Okay' and clumsily moving her legs back and forth to keep the momentum going.
I smile as I watch Jungkook stumble over towards where I've been sitting on the blanket and watching them, adoring their father daughter relationship. "You're so good with her" I praise when he sits down and hand him a cold water bottle which he accepts right away and downs half of it.Â
"You think so?" he asks, always unsure of himself but I couldn't think of a more perfect father than him. "I know so. She's lucky to have a loving devoted father like you" I say and he smiles softly, grabing one of the strawberries that my mother had packed for us.Â
"You flatter me" he says, a slight blush blooming on his cheeks making me feel almost smitten with him. "It's the truth" I reenforcing what I've said and he shakes his head, finishing off the fruit in his mouth.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm not enough, you know? Like there's only so much I could give her" he says and I can tell from how his body language has changed that he's really thinking about how he wishes her mother could be here for her too.
"What was her name?" I ask and he looks at me curiously, not knowing that I'm on the same page as him yet. "Your wife, what was her name?" I say tentatively but when he registers it I quickly backtrack. "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me that. I just figured that you might've been well..." I trail off and we sit there in silence watching Juni swing back and forth, back and forth until he decides to speak up.Â
"Julie" he says softly, as if it had been years since he had spoken it. "Her name was Julie" he says softly and when I look over at him I can see the melancholy expression he's trying to hide. "That's a beautiful name, did you want Juni's name to sound similar to her's?" I ask, not wanting to make this conversation go dark but knowing that talking about her might cheer him up.
"Well, kinda. We wanted something that combined both of our names. It's silly, I know" he mumbles getting bashful about it. "It's not silly, it's wonderful to see in a way that both you and Juni are still carrying her with you everyday. It's a beautiful way to pay tribute to her" I reassure him and he smiles at me, mouthing a silent thank you.Â
"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have pried" I apologize again, seeing that it still has him feeling down. "No it's okay, it's nice to talk about her every once in a while. Thank you, for that" him now reassuring me and I nod, both of us left in silence for a while before Juni runs up to us.Â
"Daddy what's wrong?" she asks, seeing the clearly deflated Jungkook as she gets closer and it's good to see that instead of brushing it off like it's nothing he doesn't hesitate to tell her how he's feeling. "I'm just a little sad, Ms. y/n and I were just talking about Mommy" he explains and she gets almost a look of understanding which is surprising for someone of her age.Â
"Please don't be sad Daddy, remember you said Mommy is always watching over us right?" she say, giving him the talk that he's clearly had with her a time or two. "Right" he say, brightening up just a bit. "And she wouldn't want to see us sad when we think about her right?" she continues, an slightly stern tone creeping up which makes both Jungkook and I smile. "Right" he echos again and she nods her head in agreement.Â
"You always tell me to look in the mirror and touch my nose, and my ears and my lips and everything else that you say reminds you of her and you tell me that she'll always be right here with me. So that means when I'm here with you she's here too right?" she asks again and he chuckles.Â
"When did you get so smart?" he says, grabbing her and starts tickling her, making her squirm all over the place and when he finally has mercy on her and she catches her breath she answers, "Well I am turning five soon" she says matter-o-factly and I can't help but chuckle at that. "Oh right, how could I forget" he over exaggerates and she giggles, grabbing his shoulder before leaning in to whisper something.Â
"Daddy can we show the pretty lady a picture of Mommy?" she says almost at full volume leaving him flinching back. It's adorable how she still hasn't figured out this whole whispering thing. "Sure baby" he obliges and pulls out his phone, picking out one and handing it to her so she can show it to me.Â
She surprises me by plopping down in my lap and putting the phone way too close to my face. "This is my Mommy, her name is Julie" she says proudly and my heart can't help but ache thinking this is the only way she's known her mother. "She's beautiful Juni" I say, putting my hand on top of her hand that's holding the phone and pulling it back so I can see the picture properly.Â
"You really do have your mom's nose" I chuckle when I notice the same curved button nose they share leaving me booping her's and making her smile. She scrolls through a couple more photos giving me little bits of commentary that no doubt Jungkook has told her as she grew up and it's when I hear the soft click of a camera that I look back up at him.Â
"Sorry, it was too perfect not to" he says, seemly enjoying watching the two of us and I can't help the way my heart skips a beat making me shy all over again. "Can we take some more pictures?" Juni asks, wrapping her little arms around my neck and squishing my face against her's leaving me laughing at how adorable this all is.Â
Jungkook obliges and we take picture after picture after picture together until Juni is satisfied and has run off to play again.Â
"I didn't even know that you brought that" I say, watching as he fiddles around with the camera, flipping through the photos he just took. "It was on the table right behind the basket" he explains and now that I think about it I do remember seeing the corner of a camera bag sitting next to it.Â
He smiles as he looks at the pictures and I lean over to catch a glance at them but he pulls it back out of my reach. "Hey!" I chuckle and she shakes his head. "Not until they're edited" he refuses and I scoff.Â
"You're not actually going to edit them are you?" I say, nervous at the thought of him spending hours looking at those pictures. "Why wouldn't I?" he asks as if I had said something confusing. "Well I mean, aren't you busy with work? I doubt you would want to take extra time out of your day to play around with them" I explain and he smiles.Â
"Let me take a few more and then I'll let you see them" he says, angling his body so he's facing me. "Did you want me to call Juni back?" I ask but when I try he stops me with another click and I look back at him confused. "I meant of just you" he says simply but I can tell he feels a bit bashful from the way he's started to hide behind the camera.Â
"I'm not used to being the one in front of the camera" I say, trying to figure out exactly how to pose but he chuckles and puts the camera down a little to take a good look at me. "I don't see why not, you're beautiful" he says casually as if those words hadn't sent my heart into overdrive. "I-" I start but the words just don't come out, especially when he places the camera down and leans in closer.Â
He takes my hand and places it on the blanket so I can lean on it, places the other in my lap, angles my shoulders slightly away from him and takes my chin and softly tilts my head up, making the sunlight peer down on my face through the leaves of the tree we're under.Â
"Just relax" he says, acting as if I could possibly relax after he had his hands all over me, posing me just how he wanted.Â
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths to clear my head and once I start to get that sense of serenity I hear a few soft clicks from his camera, taking picture after picture, him adjusting my pose by hand every time.Â
"Daddy!" is the next thing we hear after who knows how long with the sight of Juni running over to us all covered in mud. "Is this your daughter?" a woman who is clearly out of breath says while trailing after Juni.Â
"Juni what happened?" I chuckle, seeing that she's as happy as can be with a few smudges of dirt on her face and her dress all muddy. "Her and my son were playing over there and I guess he convinced her to jump in the mud and well..." she says, motioning towards Juni where I'm trying to clean her off as best as I can.Â
"I hope she didn't cause you any trouble" Jungkook says, now feeling a bit guilty about the situation since he had taken his eye off her for a second.Â
"No, not at all. If anything I should be apologizing for my son. I swear we look away for one second and he's as dirty as can be" she chuckles, finally close to catching her breath.Â
"Can you tell the nice lady thank you for bringing you back?" Jungkook tells Juni and she does as she's told and I can see that she has just about as much of an affect on this mom as she does with me. If Jungkook's not careful she can use her cuteness for mass destruction if left unchecked.Â
We hear a boy calling out for his mom that looks just like the woman in front of us now with no doubt her husband trailing after him. "Mom, Dad says it's time to go home" he says, his state twice as bad as Juni's. What is it with kids these days and mud? I chuckle to myself and when the boy notices Jungkook and I with Juni he gets a little shy.Â
"Oh, hello" he says before he goes and hides behind his mother's leg, "Oh so now you wanna be shy?" his dad teases and snatches him out from his hiding space and whispers no doubt an encouragement for him to apologize.Â
"I'm sorry for getting her all dirty. She was just really nice and I wanted to have fun with her" he mumbles and I can see hints of pink peeking through the streaks of dirt on his cheeks just like Juni.Â
What did I say? Weapon of mass destruction.
"It's okay sweetie, I'm just glad you had fun" I say, brushing off his apology and when he looks up at me now I can see that his blush deepens and opts to hide behind his Dad's leg this time. "Alright well say goodbye" his mom says and he mumbles a quiet goodbye and gives Juni a shy wave compared to hers being one to match her outgoing and bubbly self.
"Can we play again tomorrow?" Juni asks him and he looks up at his parents for approval. "We usually come here around this time everyday after school so you just have to ask your Mommy and Daddy if you can come again" she says and when I try to deny her claims Jungkook jumps in before I can get a word out. "We'll be here" he says and Juni smiles so wide.Â
"See you tomorrow!" she calls out to them and the trio waves goodbye one last time before heading to their car.Â
"Mommy and Daddy?" I turn to Jungkook while Juni is busy doing a little happy dance before taking a drink of her juice box. "Well I um, I guess they couldn't help but think we're her parents so it felt best to not correct them" he says while rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink just like the little boy's were when he was looking at Juni.Â
"Right, and when they say something tomorrow?" I tease and he clears his throat, no doubt not thinking this whole thing through. "Well I guess there's no harm in faking it?" he says and now I'm the one that's nervous.
"Faking it? You mean you want me to pretend to be Juni's mom? Why?" I ask, flustered by the thought of it. "I'm sorry I guess I didn't think about how you might feel about it. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable" he apologizes but I rush to explain myself.
"I'm not uncomfortable I'm just shocked that you would want to go along with something like that to keep up appearances for people that we hardly know" I say, trying to figure out where his head is at. "Sorry that was a stupid suggestion we don't have to do it if you don't want to" he says and I shake my head.
"I mean I want to, but do you? I mean what about Juni? What's she gonna think?" I ask and watch as she chases a butterfly that has caught her eye. "We can just tell her we're playing pretend" he says and I raise a brow at him.Â
"That's the best you got?" I ask and he chuckles nervously. It's funny to see that a tall, strong, handsome man like him is getting so shy about this but I'll play along, I just don't want to confuse Juni.Â
"Juni can you come here for a second?" Jungkook calls and she turns and runs over to us right away, looking between the two of us since we're both looking at her with no doubt some very strange expressions. "You like to play pretend right?" he asks and she brightens up at the thought, "It's my favorite thing to do!" she says, twirling around in her very adorable muddy dress.Â
"How would you feel if we started playing pretend with Ms. y/n?" he asks and she gets even more excited and does her little chanting of 'Yes' over and over again, a very adorable habit of hers.Â
"So this is what we're gonna do, whenever we're out and about with Ms. y/n we're going to pretend like we're a family. You'll be the Baby, I'll be the Daddy and Ms. y/n will be the Mommy, does that sound alright to you?" he asks and she giggles and looks between the two of us, clearly loving the idea.Â
"Yes let's do it!" she says, fully confident in her playing pretend skillset. "Alright Juni but there's one little rule" he says and she come in close, knowing that this part is probably a secret. "You can't call her Mommy in front of her parents or grandma and grandpa, got it?" he says and I fully agree with him, we don't need to get their hopes up when we still don't know exactly what we are.Â
"Got it! Mommy?" she asks, getting my attention and trying on the name for size and I answer to it right away, somehow feeling almost natural already. "Yes Juni?" I ask, and she looks over at the playground for a second before looking back over at me. "Can I go play for just a little while longer?" she asks, holding her hands together and giving me the cutest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen.Â
"Go ahead" I say and she giggles and rushes off to run around just for a little while longer just like she said. "It suits you" Jungkook says and I look over at him curiously, "What does?" I ask with a tilt of my head. "You being a mom" he says and the words die in my throat. I've always been told I'd be a good mother when the time came but hearing it from him after what we just agreed to do just...
"Thank you" I say, my heart squeezing in a painful but also grateful way and he gives me a smile before he places his hand on my waist for a second to solidify his sincerity before walking a bit closer to the playground to watch Juni.Â
I decide to start packing up the stuff we had brought and by the time Juni is dragging her feet back over to me and completely out of breath I've got everything ready to go. "You tired?" I ask and she nods her head, her blinks getting lazy as a clear sign that it's time for bed.Â
"Why don't I carry her home...I mean back to my mom's house" I correct myself quickly but I can tell he liked the sound of what I had said, my implication being completely different from what he had imagined. "It's alright, I can carry her, we've got one pretty dress all muddy so I don't think we need another one" he chuckles.Â
I pause for a second and pull out the picnic blanket we brought and hold it against myself before picking her up. "Problem solved" I say and he can't help but smile at my solution and quickly takes Juni's shoes off and wipes her feet clean as best as he can before taking the end of the blanket and tucking it all up so she's practically wrapped up like a burrito.Â
"You sure you can cary her? She can get a bit heavy when she's sleepy like this, especially since we've gotta walk for a little bit" he offers and I assure him I'm fine. "What kind of mother would I be if I couldn't carry my child home?" I tease and his eyes widen, clearly having forgotten the little game we're playing.
"How dare I doubt your capabilities as a mother" he chuckles and picks up our stuff, motioning for me to lead the way.
A few minutes go by and we're left in a comfortable silence on our way back to my parent's house and when I decide to speak up he does the same. "I-" "Tha-", "Sorry you go first" "No that's okay you go first" and we toss it back and forth a few more times before he hits me with the age old "Ladies first".
"Thank you for coming tonight and letting me spend some more time with Juni...well and you of course" I say sheepishly and he smiles. "I would hope you like spending time with me since you are my wife after all" he teases and now we've switched personalities. "You know, I think you're getting a little too comfortable with this already" I say and he smiles, playing with his lip piercing that I somehow only noticed right now, the silver glistening from the street lights.
There's so many things I haven't noticed about him yet, or even know about him but somehow everything seems so easy.Â
"I mean can you blame me? You fit right in with Juni and I. Honestly better than I thought you would" he mumbles the last part to himself and I have to try my absolute hardest not to literally fall for him. I'm holding his daughter so I would one thousand percent say that now is not the time.Â
"What?" I ask, needing clarification but he doesn't give. "Oh nothing" he smiles and picks up the pace, leaving me trailing behind him and right when I go to say something else Juni flinches leaving me slowing down and soothing her back to sleep. "Your Daddy is crazy, you know that?" I whisper to her as if she could hear me but the need to say something was too great.Â
A minute or two later we're walking up to my mom's house and I twist my body to give him access to the small purse I brought with us and let him fish out the keys to open the door.Â
When my mom hears us come in she goes to give us a no doubt overly exaggerated welcome home but as soon as she sees a very sleepy Juni in my arms she cuts herself off and switches to a hushed tone.Â
"Looks like you all had fun" she chuckles and caresses Juni's head for a second, checking to see if she's really asleep and she very much is. "Maybe a little too much fun" Jungkook chuckles, seeing my mother slowly realize how dirty Juni had gotten.Â
"She's a cheeky one isn't she?" my mom smiles lovingly and I can't help but wish this whole mom thing with Juni was real. "She is indeed" Jungkook agrees, and hands my mother the picnic basket.Â
"Thank you so much for letting me steal your daughter today" Jungkook teases and I can tell that she absolutely loves this. "Honestly you can keep her. I hardly see her anyways" she says, giving Jungkook permission as well as sending a jab my way.Â
"Mom" I groan and the both of them smile as if they delighted in my embarrassment. "I just might" he says softly while looking over at me and I can see my mom picking out the wedding venue as we speak, meanwhile I'm wrestling with myself to stay calm.Â
We agreed to fake this relationship which means that everything he says is fake...right? I need to separate the real from the delusion but he unfortunately isn't making this any easier.
We say our final goodbyes to my mom and she watches until we walk up to Jungkook's car, no doubt still watching behind the curtain of one of our front windows, spying on us as if her life depended on it. I try to ignore it though because how we end tonight is really important to me.Â
"Can I ask you something?" I say after he finishes putting Juni in the car, him closing his car door and walking me over to my car just a few feet away. "Anything" he says while ushering me toward it with a hand on my waist, a slight sign of protection since it's gotten a lot darker than we both realized.Â
"When you said I fit in better than you thought I would...and that you might keep me, was that a part of this whole faking it thing we have going?" I ask, wanting to have an open line of communication with him. We're not shy teenagers anymore so as adults I feel like this is something really important to establish.Â
"Do you want it to be?" he asks, standing in front of me while I lean against my car door. It still very much being locked as a very clear sign that I don't want this to end. "I mean we just met and..." I say, trailing off because I don't really know what I want. All I know is I like him. I really really like him and his daughter has got me wrapped around her cute little finger.Â
"I know, we can take this slow. If this whole husband/wife thing is too much for you we don't have to do it" he offers and I shake my head, "No, no I want to. I just don't want the lines to get too blurry" I explain and he nods his head and leans his hand against the car right next to where I'm standing.Â
"Blurry lines aren't a problem for me when it comes to you, it's your call though" he says and if my heart wasn't already racing it surely would've been now. I look up at him and hold my breath when he gets closer my eyes not leaving his and when he lean down I close my eyes, giving into whatever he wants to do to me.Â
"Goodnight" he whispers, his warm breath fanning my neck making me lose my sense of reality for a second, wanting to lose myself in him without abandon. I can hardly breathe let alone think straight and he chuckles at that, standing up straight and ghosting his fingers along my jaw before stepping aside, a clear sign for me to get into my car and when I fumble with my keys he takes them and unlocks it and opens the door for me.
I sit down inside and look up at him, indulging myself for a few more seconds. When he hands me my keys he makes our hands touch only for a moment before saying a soft 'Drive safe'.Â
When he closes the door for me I finally let out that breath I had desperately been holding back, watching as he walks back to his car with his little Juni still sound asleep.
I watch him pull out of the driveway and decide that even the way he drives is irresistible, giving me a small wave before he goes and while I'm lost in thought I almost jump out of my skin when I hear my phone ringing and my mom's name pops up.
"Mom I really can't talk right now" I say, putting her on speakerphone and starting to car. "Do not give me that y/n I am your mother and set you up with this man so tell me what is going on" she says and I sigh, checking all my mirrors and heading out as well just seconds later.Â
"To be honest mom I don't even know. He's showing me very very clear signs that he's interested in me but I can't really say much of anything else at this point" I admit, the realization that the state of our relationship is anything but normal.Â
"We just met last night and things are progressing fast, like really fast" I sigh, stopping at a red light, thankfully giving me a second to think. "Well I'd say this is all a good sign. I mean you're both in your thirties honey so adult relationships can progress a lot faster than when you're younger. He's a man that clearly knows what he wants and he wants you. So go for it" she encourages and I take it all in.Â
"You're biased because you're my mother and would love to have his parents as your in-laws" I say and she scoffs. "Yes but that's not the point. You would be a fool if you let a man like him walk out of your life" she scolds and I know she's right.Â
"I'll do my best to keep an open mind. But please don't talk to his mom yet, or at least not tonight. I don't need both of you losing sleep over this" I warn her but I know she'll do as she pleases no matter what. "You know I can't do that, but I'll do my best" she says and that is the biggest lie she's ever told but I'm not surprised since we dangled this whole thing right in front of her face.Â
"You called her already didn't you?" I sigh and she chuckles. "As soon as I closed the door" she admits and I sigh, not the slightest bit surprised. "Alright mom well I gotta go but we'll talk again soon" I say, pulling into my parking spot and turning off the car.Â
"Okay well keep me updated" she says and I can't help but roll my eyes. "Between you and Mrs. Jeon I'm sure you can keep each other in the loop" I say, putting my keys in the lock and closing the door behind me when I step into my apartment. "But I gotta go alright, I'll talk to you later" I say once again and hang up as soon as she says goodbye.
"Hi Salem" I sigh, watching as he jumps down from his cat tree and stretches before walking up to me, rubbing against my leg before walking over to his food bowl, clearly requesting the very late dinner I'm giving him. "I'm sorry boy, I guess I gotta get you one of those timed feeders now from the looks of it" I apologize and give him his food right away.Â
I put a couple treats into his bowl as well as an apology and make my way back to my room to jump in the shower and think about everything that happened today.Â
Jungkook basically admitted that he wants to get to know me better because he clearly feels like he can see a future between us and to be honest I pretty much feel the same way. It could be that we've caught a severe case of puppy love but I think we both know that this could potentially go somewhere.Â
I love spending time with him and Juni, granted this is only the second time we've spent time together but still I can't get over the fact of how natural it all felt. Then he goes and pulls this whole pretend to be married business and now he's telling me he doesn't mind if the lines are blurred between us.Â
This is all way too much for one day but I can't deny that I'm not enjoying the journey. This is progressing a whole lot faster than I thought it would but that doesn't necessarily mean that's a bad thing. I guess we've both got a whole lot of learning to do.Â
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hummingbirds
Steveâs crying on the porch of his parents' house, with a duffel bag and baseball bat, when Eddie pulls into the driveway.
âJesus, Steve, what happened?â Eddie crouches down to get eye level with Steve. Despite being dark out, the sun set long ago, and the outdoor lights werenât on. Steve turns to look at his parents' car in the driveway and thinks back to when the lock had distinctly turned shut on the front door. They were around to switch the lights on; they just didnât care anymore to do so.
Steve is grateful for the moonlight, as he can see the pretty lines on Eddieâs face. Even if they currently curve into a frown.
âHey Eds.â Steveâs voice cracks.
âStevieâŠwhat happened?â Eddie asks again, this time itâs gently. It cradles Steve and holds him softly. He wishes Eddieâs hands would do the same.
âDid you know hummingbirds are the only birds that can fly backward?â Steve sniffles.
Eddieâs face scrunches in confusion, âWhat? Birds? You lost me.â
Steve pushes past Eddieâs confused face. âThey are the only birds to fly backward. Surprisingly, it wasnât Dustin to teach me that out of the munchkins. It was actually El. Sheâs apparently going through a bird phase. And I donât think the others are very interested. So I try to pay attention when she talks about it. And she taught me about hummingbirds.â
Eddie settles on his knees, âThatâs great, man and those little shits should listen to her more, but Iâm not sure what that has to do with whatâs wrong. You called me to come pick you up and hung up before I could even answer.â
Steve bites his lip, âSorry, my dad clicked the phone off.â Eddieâs face shows surprise, but Steve keeps talking before he can interrupt. âAnd well, I guess hummingbirds have nothing to do with anything. Itâs stupid, really.â
âNo, no. Itâs not stupid. Tell me about the birds, Stevie.â Eddieâs hand finally reaches out to Steve. He brushes the fallen hair out of his face, and something in Steve just sets him off.
âYou see, they can fly backward. And well, no, Iâm getting ahead of myself. You see, my cousin Tucker is here to visit. And let me tell you, he is the worst. Like Eddie, you would hate him. Conservative, capitalist enthusiast, real bootlicker kind of guy.â
âSounds like the worst. Especially if he made you use the big words.â Eddieâs hand falls away, and Steve mourns the loss. Normally, when people make jokes about his intelligence, it stings. It makes him feel small. But when Eddie does it, it isnât mean or a poke at how stupid Steve is. With Eddie, itâs almost like heâs reminding Steve that he is smart. That maybe Steve is the one making himself small.
He is.
âAnyway, heâs visiting, right? So my parents come home. And I havenât seen them in months, since before spring break. Itâs nearly October, and I havenât seen them, and I canât tell if Iâm excited or dreading their arrival. Itâs always a fight when they are around, how Iâm not good enough, how I should be more. Their visits always end up being cut short, and me feeling like shit. But this stupid, stupid part of me was hoping it would be different this time. They havenât seen me since the âearthquakes.â Surely theyâll be happy to see Iâm okay, right?â
Eddie stays silent, his face revealing nothing.
âOf course, itâs not. They only came home because my cousin Tucker was in town. All the way from Indy cause itâs so far. And my mom âmadeâ dinner, as in she ordered it and pretended she made it. It wasnât even that good, but we all pretended it was the best thing ever made. Cause thatâs what they do, pretend. And the dinner is fine, boring. Most of it is just me staying silent while my dad and Tucker talk about the business. Tucker runs the Indy office while my dad is in New York. Ya see, Tucker has been gunning to take over for my dad when he retires, which is another word for diesââ Steve letâs put a bitter laugh; he wonders if his parents are listening. He doubts it.
ââand they are going on for the whole meal, and Iâm almost through the home stretch when my dad brings up me, coming to work for him.â
Eddie reacts finally, âYouâre going to New York?â His voice is strained, like he is trying very hard not to yell, not at Steve, but at anyone who will listen. Steve is quick to correct.
âNo, no, Iâm not. This was news to me to Eds. I have no interest in my dad's business, and as far as I was concerned, he didnât want me a part of it either. Guess that has changed. Has? Had? I donât knowâŠâ Steve trails off.
âHarrington.â
âDonât call me that. It makes me think youâre mad at me. Besides, it doesnât fit me anymore.â Steve bites.
âSorry, Steve. Iâm not mad. I promise. Just, what do you mean?â Eddieâs head tilts to the side, his curls cascading down his shoulder. It reminds Steve of a river, dark water rippling in the moonlight.
âI was so shocked, Eds. When he said that. That I was quiet, I should have corrected him, maybe. Maybe I could have fixed it. But Tucker was so quick to act. He was pissed. He knows my working for my dad means me being set up to take over. And Tucker, heâs worked too hard to make sure he does get the business. But instead of yelling, he just gets this concerned look on his face. And heâŠâ
âHe what?â
Steve wrenches his eyes shut as he recalls the rest. As he recalls the way Tuckerâs face faked worry as he struck. Like he has been waiting for the right moment to ruin Steve. He manages to open his eyes eventually, only to see Eddieâs face once again. The honest look on his face is enough to push Steve on.
âIn the summer, Robin was feeling sad. This was before you guys knew about each other, and I was the only one who knew about her. And she was sad cause nothing had happened with Vicky and she felt so alone. And I hated seeing her like that. And so, so I took her to Indy. And, andââ Steve starts to hyperventilate.
Eddie takes him by the shoulders. âBreathe for me, Steve. Come on, baby, match my breaths. Itâs okay. Itâs okay.â
Steve matches Eddieâs breath. Ignores how the word baby calms him down instantly. âTucker told my dad that he saw me in Indy. That he saw me come out of a gay club, Eddie. And he went on about how they should focus more on getting me help, than putting me in a power position, again Eds, which I donât even want! And how I would be a bad look for the company. How would it look if a company whose whole image is family values, only successor, turned out to be gay.â
Eddie flinches a bit, but doesnât let go of him. Steve feels instant regret. âThat isnât what I meant, Eddie.â
Eddie shushes him, âI know, sweetheart. Youâre just upset. I know. Did you tell him that you werenât there for you? Or maybe that Rick was mistaken; it was a regular club?â
Steve rubs a hand down his face, âAnd what? Tell him that my two best friends in the entire world are gay? So that I can be shipped off to New York and never see them again? Yeah right. Iâd rather face the bats again than be removed from you two. And Iâm not going to out you guys like that.â
Something warm crosses Eddieâs face, âSo, you lied then?â
âBefore I could say anything my dad reacted.â
Eddie freezes, a darkness swims in his eyes. âHe put his hands on you?â
âNo, no!â Steve panics, and he purposely leaves out the ânot this time.â Eddie isnât necessarily a violent person. But he does have a protective streak. As admirable as it is, Steve doesnât want him to get hurt.
Eddie relaxes but only slightly.
âHe was actually pretty calm, which is even more terrifying. I expected him to yell, throw things. But instead he just turns and says, âIs this true, Steven?â. And what gets me is they didnât even question why my cousin was anywhere near that club in the first place. Why did he see me there? Instead, he just asks me if itâs true. And itâs the first time in a long time, if ever, that my dad asks me this. He always just assumes Iâve fucked up. And this time, he really asked me about the truth. And I couldnât, I couldnât lie. I donât know why, but it felt wrong to. So I didnât. I just told him, âYes. Itâs true.ââ
âStevieâŠâ
Steve throws out a bitter laugh, âAnd you know what? He still doesnât freak out. He just tells me I have five minutes to get my shit and get out. That I needed to call a ride because the car was under the name Steve Harrington, and I was no longer a Harrington. And he was so calm. And my mom just sat there, and I just listened. I didnât fight. I am so tired of fighting.â
âSteve, why not just tell them the truth? Tell them you were there for a friend?â Eddieâs tone isnât scolding, only curious.
âSee, thatâs because I started thinking about hummingbirds, Eddie. I started thinking about how they fly forwards and backward and how they are the only ones that can do that. Isnât that fascinating? These small birds are so strong and interesting, and can do something no one else can do. But no other birds understand; the rest of them just fly forwards Eds. And IâI feel like that sometimes. That Iâm not flying in one direction, ya know?â
Steve feels like he isnât making much sense, but then Eddie nods and looks at Steve. Like really looks at Steve, and sees him. And Steve feels raw, stripped of his skin, exposed, and it should hurt, but it feels so fucking good. And Eddie stares deep into Steveâs eyes and says, âYea, I know.â
âI didnât want to lie. Because even though Tucker was wrong, he was also right. I wasnât there for me, but I think I needed to be there. To get it. And I think that Iâm flying backward, Eds. And Iâm worried itâs wrong of me, that it shouldnât be allowed. And that there is no purpose to me flying backward if I can just go forwards. If I can just fly with the rest of them. But I donât think, I donât think Iâve ever really taken flight before. Not before I understood I could also go backward.â
Itâs in this moment, where Steve is covered in tears and snot that Eddie finally takes his hands and cradles Steveâs face. Steveâs never felt safer.
âListen to me, sweetheart; there is nothing wrong with you. Okay? Nothing wrong with you. Just because you can fly forwards doesnât mean you have to, doesnât mean you should. Sometimes youâre going to have to fly backward; youâre not going to have a choice. Itâs just the direction youâre fast, huge, hummingbird heart takes you. And it might take you a bit to learn that. To understand that, but I will make sure that you do. Because you, Steve Harrington, are fucking fearless and fucking beautiful, and I am so goddamn proud of you.â
Steve finally reaches his breaking point and collapses in Eddieâs arms. Full body, ugly sobs wreck Steve. He is sure that he is soaking Eddieâs favorite Black Sabbath t-shirt to the bone, but he canât find it himself to care. His fingers dig into Eddieâs back as he clutches tighter as his breathing picks up.
âBreathe, baby, breathe. Remember that. I got you. I got you.â Eddie whispers into Steveâs ear.
Steve picks his head up when he finally calms down, and looks at Eddie. âYou.â
âWhatâs that?â Eddie says softly, rubbing circles through Steveâs polo.
âI called you. Because, I thinkâno, I know, that Iâve been flying backward, to you. For a while now. And I knew that, even if you werenât too, youâd still show up. And I justâjust need you to know that. I am so grateful you showed up.â
Steve knows he should feel nervous telling Eddie all this, but he isnât. He strangely feels like his dad at this moment, calm and unmoving. Steve doesnât understand many things in this world, but he understands that even if Eddie doesnât love him like that, Eddie still loves Steve in plenty of other ways.
Itâs still nice, though, when Eddie leans forward and kisses Steveâs forehead. Steve closes his eyes and releases a breath.
Eddie slides his head down slightly so their foreheads are pushed together affectionately. âStevie, Iâll always fly backward to you.â
Although itâs awful how they got here, Steve canât help but feel happy at this moment. He also canât help the silly giggle that comes out of him, âI think we have just lost all meaning to this metaphor at this point.â
Eddie snorts, âOh, have we? And here I thought we were having a nice moment, a poetic one at that, telling each other âI love you.ââ
Steve blinks at him, âYou love me?â
Eddie frown lines finally turn upwards, âYea baby, I love you.â
âIââ
Eddie cuts Steve off. âTell me in the morning. When your tears have dried, and Iâve woken up with you in my arms. I want to hear it in the daylight. Okay? Letâs go home.â Eddie stands, offering a hand to Steve.
âHome?â
âYea home, got to fly back to our nest.â
Steve canât help the snort he releases, âDork.â
Eddie just smiles, âThought I told you to save the âI love youâ til the morning.â
Steve smiles back as he takes Eddieâs hand, âI didnâtâŠâ
Eddie squeezes Steveâs fingers, âYea, ya did.â
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Iâm back, not dead, and in my feelings. Thinking about expanding on this one. I hope you guys like it. đ§Ąđ§Ą
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hiii! can i get a #47 (I thought it was a one-night-stand...and now weâre marriedâŠ) with Quinn?
I am so sorry this took me like a week to answer. But yes of course I love writing little blurbs for Quinn. Also another person requested this prompt with Quinn but wanted smut, so I hope you don't mind I put them together.
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"I thought it was a one-night-stand... and now we're married...."
Quinn couldn't keep his eyes off of you since he saw you take your first step down the aisle. Now with you across the room from him at the reception he's having a hard time focusing on what Jack and his dad is talking about too focused on watching you across the room talking to a family member. He watches you smile and laugh as you listen to one of your aunties stories. All he can think about is that now your his wife and you have his name and for some reason that makes him feel warm inside. Then he glances down your backside, and sees how your dress hugs your curves in all the right places and now all he wants to do is steal you away and consummation the marriage. Not even giving his dad or brother an excuse he leaves them and heads to you with one goal in mind. Finally reaching you, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him so that your back is against his chest. He says "excuse me ladies, but can I steal my wife for a dance." As soon as your aunt nods her head, he grabs your hand and starts pulling you against towards the dance floor, but he makes a sharp left towards the hallway with the bathrooms.
"wait I thought you wanted to dance Q?" you ask curious as to where he's taking you.
"we will. but after." he speaks soft against your ear kissing right below it before he continues to guide you down the hallway. It seems like he finally got what he was looking for when he stopped at a storage closest smiling when he realized it was unlocked. Pulling you in and closing the door, he quickly closed and locked the door behind him. He kissed you abruptly, as if he was scared he was going to run out of time. Pulling away slightly to catch your breath you whine his name, as his hands that are your neck try to close the gap of space between you again. His teeth gently nip at your bottom lip causing you to gasp in surprise allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth taking complete control of the kiss.
His hands leave your neck moving down to your hips pulling you closer to him even through the layers of your fabric from your wedding dress you can still feel his hard cock forming causing you to gasp at the same time he says "please." in a soft voice.
"hmm" you respond still in a daze from the kiss. Going down to suck gently on your sweet spot on your neck he speaks again. "Please baby." moving a little lower on your neck and softly kissing. "You look so beautiful and sexy in your dress." Now gently sucking on where your neck and shoulder meet gently biting you can't help the moan that escapes as he continues to plead. "I can't wait till were back at the hotel and we can't really leave our own wedding early." Now kissing gently on the only part of your chest exposed in your sweetheart cut grown. "Please."
All you can do is laugh. "Quinn. How are you gonna fuck me in this dress, I can't even pee without a bridemaid helping me."
"Is that a challenge?" he asks in a cheeky tone.
"Maybe.." you smirk at him. In a flash, his lips are on your again and his hands pull the bottom of your dress trying to get to your pussy as fast as humanly possible. Finally giving up and getting on his knees, he goes under your dress, you lean back against the shelvin for support as you feel Quinn swipe his tongue teasingly over your underwear.
"hmmm. please. Q" you beg.
"Fuck I love when you beg. God your so fucking wet, who makes you this wet?" he asks his fingers moved your underwear aside, sliping his fingers into your pussy, slowly pumping them in and out.
"ahh you" he starts pumping a little faster and sucking gently on your clit then you get an idea. "my husband." immediately his fingers stop and you whine because your idea back fired you hear him mumble a string of curse words under his breath. He takes his fingers out of your pussy and you whine at the loss of contact. "shhh baby, hold on. turn around." He demands as he comes back to you and lifts your dress up. From behind you can hear him undoing his belt buckle.
"shit." he mumbles sounding annoyed.
"what?" you ask.
"I don't have a condom."
"I don't care Quinn were married if I get pregnant I get pregnant." as you push your butt towards him. That's all it takes for Quinn to gently push himself into your core, both of you sighing at the feeling. Quinn gives you a couple of seconds to adjust to be full before he starts rolling his hips slowly.
"Faster." you beg He picks up the pace slamming into you, hititng your g-spot with every thrust.
"Oh yeah, am I not being good enough, god your such a fucking slut." grabbing your neck and squeezing it, you close your eyes and moan at the feeling. "Only you would beg for more as I'm already fucking you." he bites out. All you could focus on was the feeling of entire body tightening.
"ahh Quinn I'm close." you pant out.
"no not Quinn. What's my name?" he asks squeezing a little tighter on your throat.
"hu- husband." you moan and with that Quinn quickens his pace, both of you cuming shortly after. Quinn stays inside of you for a minute catching his breath his head resting on your shoulder.
Gently kissing the side of your neck he whispers, "you did so good baby. you okay?" he asks and your heart swells at how kind Quinn is always espically when it comes to aftercare always making sure he didn't cross some limit and hurt you. All you can do as you feel this overwhelming feeling of love you have for Quinn is chuckle to yourself. "what baby?" he asks a mix of confusion and concern.
"It's that when I met you I thought it would a one night stand." you admit both of you chuckling now at the realization. "and now I'm standing here in a wedding dress."
"and were married." Quinn finishes your thought for you. "I'm really glad you gave me your number that night." Softly kissing your neck.
"me too."
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Horners daughter âaccidentallyâ flashing max for the 3rd time and he had enough
Max Verstappen x Horner daughter!
I wrote this as if it takes place before the purity ring blurb!
Warnings?: Cursing, mentions to sex, flashing, slight manipulation?, kissing, I canât think of anymore
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The first time it happened max thought it was a genuine accident, your little sister had dropped her iPad right next to you and you had bent over to retrieve it for her; causing the little dress you had on to ride up, just enough for max to catch a glimpse of your lacy thong.
The second time he felt that maybe it wasnât so much of an accident, the way you had slowly bent down to pick up the fork you dropped and how you flipped your hair over your shoulder had made him overthink your actions.
But by the third time he knew, he knew that none of your flashes had been accidental.
It was after dinner, you and max in the kitchen while the rest of your family gathered outside to start a fire when it happened again.
You had been on one end of the island putting away left overs while he stood on the other end drying the dishes he had just washed when he heard the sound of plastic coming into contact with the wooden floor and a small âOopsâ.
And right as the Dutchman looked your way you had bent over way more than needed, and this time he got a full view of your cunt. He cursed to himself at the sight, heâd been on edge since he walked into your fatherâs house and found you clad in a pretty sundress and this had finally been his last straw.
Setting down the dish he was drying his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you down the hall and out of sight of your family in the backyard.
âWhat kind of game are you playing here Schat?â He grumbled, pinning your body to the wall.
âWhat are you talking about Maxie?â You spoke, looking at him with those doe eyes that he adored.
âYou know damn well what Iâm talking about Y/n. Are you trying to get us caught? Bending over right in front of me today, flashing that pretty little cunt to me while your dads not to farâ he spat.
âI-â
âYou what? Huh? Let me guess you didnât mean to? All three times were accidents?.â
âYes! Iâd never do that on purpose Maxie, donât want my dad to catch usâ you pouted, looking at him like you could truly do no wrong.
âDrop the act, we both know how much of a slut you truly are. How would your father feel if he found out all the things I have you doing when your with me? Huh? You think heâd like to hear how quick his precious daughter gets on her knees when I tell her to?â He taunted.
âNo! Max please donât tell him.â You panicked, you knew he wasnât bluffing, the dark look in his eyes told you all that you needed to know.
âThen I suggest you cut the bullshit and behave baby, Or I wonât hesitate to go out there right now and show him all those videos.â
âOkay! Iâm sorry, please donât show him. I shouldnât have flashed you! Iâm really sorry Maxie.â You pleaded with the blonde.
âThereâs my good girlâ he smirked down at you, his hand gripping your jaw to pull you into a hurting kiss.
It was hard and dominating, his lips reminding you of your true place. The way his tongue snuck into your mouth and dominated your own, a small groan escaping his mouth at the taste of the sweet lemonade you had been drinking.
Pulling away he kept his large hand on your jaw in a sharp grip, his other moving to sneak under the skirt of your dress to grab a handful of your ass.
âGonna be my good girl for the rest of the night right?â He questioned.
âMhmâ you nodded hopelessly, fully under his spell now.
âGood, maybe if youâre really good and can make of for your little games Iâll let you come later.â He smirked, his hand that rested on your ass leaving a sharp pinch before he leaned down to give you one more peck and walked away.
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Itâs costing me 800$ for my glassesâŠmostly cause Iâm blind af đ
#Iâm at -8 đ#i got 2 pair for the same price plus exam itâs less than 400$ so itâs costing me 400$ of freaking donât know the English words but glasses đ#the frames are like 250$ :â)#and the exam 125$ :â)#itâs so freaking pricy đ#and my assurance dosenât take care of this cause I have the gouvernement one they cover the basics#Iâm going to buy my parents the most wonderful gift for Christmas I swear#i was thinking of buying them a nice weekend somewhere since they love that but donât money to go often#or buy them the money for it if they prefer using it somewhere else they can#a job that my dad talk to me about is now asking for people so Iâm going to check this out and send them my cv !#thereâs another place I would be find at too !#maybe life is getting in place maybe đ ifbdkf#but i feel so goddamn bad that Iâm such a chicken for being scare of eveything đ#i need to gather courage so badly Iâm a disappointment#alex.txt
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AITA for coming to dinner with my ex and his new GF uninvited?
This situation is long and messy, so I'll try to include the relevant info only. I (F32) broke up with my long time partner (M33) right before COVID hit. We stayed in the same house during lockdown and continued to live together after lockdown was lifted, because we generally get along and we had a child (F11) to raise together. Over the last 3 years we've been roommates and co-parents and that's it.
One day he was supposed to take our daughter to buy new school clothes, and she came back 10 minutes later in tears. She said they were on their way to the store when his new GF called, and he drove her back home and dropped her off so he could go spend time with her. He even asked our daughter to lie to me for him, but she was tired of covering for him (implying she'd been lying for him for a while now).
When he got home we had a massive argument. I didn't care if he dated other girls, I cared that for some reason he thought he had to sneak around, and it made him act like a jerk to me and our daughter. I told him if he had been a man about this new girl and just introduced me to her then maybe we could have all been friends, but instead he had to act like a horny teenager. It ended with him moving out to live with his parents.
A couple days later he called and apologized. He said he hoped it wasn't too late for him to do things right, and he hopes we can all be friends. I was hopeful that we could finally co-parent in peace for the sake of our child.
This is where I may be TA: I have always been close with my ex's parents, to the point where even after we broke up I would be invited over regularly for dinner. They said even if I wasn't their son's partner I'm still their grandchild's mother, and that makes me family.
So one day when my daughter texts me while at my ex's parent's house and invites me to dinner because they're having my favorite meal, I don't think twice about coming over even though my ex and his GF I've never met now live there. I figured everyone had to be okay with it, since my daughter was inviting me.
I end up having dinner with my ex's parents and daughter, but my ex only comes upstairs to grab two plates of food and goes back downstairs. I ask my ex's mom why and she says his GF doesn't feel well today. Whatever, I think. She's just sick and I'll meet her another day. I have a perfectly pleasant dinner with my ex in-laws, help clean up, and make a promise to bring them a coconut cake (ex father-in-law's favorite) and take my daughter home.
Later my ex blows up my phone with texts and calls, saying it was so weird and rude that I came over for dinner uninvited. That I made his new GF uncomfortable, and like she wasn't welcome there. And that I caused trouble in their relationship because she assumes we must still be in love for me to come over and see his parents out of the blue like that, because "exes don't do that. it's creepy."
I had a talk with my daughter and asked her calmly if she had asked everyone else if it was ok if I come over before she texted me, and she sheepishly said she didn't know she had to ask since it had never been a problem before. (I didn't tell her about her dad's meltdown at me, or tell her dad that she's the one who invited me. She's a child and shouldn't be involved)
Instead I just told him I'm sorry me dropping by made things awkward, but I thought he wanted us all to be friends from now on and I figured this was a good place to start being friends. He said there was no way she'd want to be my friend now that I made her feel uncomfortable in her own home.
It wasn't my intention to make anyone uncomfortable, but I admit I'd be perturbed if he brought this woman into MY home and I had not even been warned first. So AITA?
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420 w/ 90s Toji
CW: Toji himself is enough warning, rough sex, car sex, gun play, ass eating, profanity, reader is black coded and so is toji.
Author's note: If you have problem with me making toji speak in AAVE please don't hesitate to eat my fat ass about it, please and thank you.
Word count: YIPPIE Y'all finally get a word count! 2.6k âš
Summary: If you ever wanted to get high the Toji here's your chance.
âGive yuh my fuckin babies bruh, I'ma give yuh my fuckin babies, Ma.â
How did you end up here? Going to pound town in the back of a Toji's big daddy truck, high as hell in a smoke filled truck- oh that's right you know how. It really started when you were out with the boys chillin- the boys meaning Satoru, Suguru, and Kento. You were watching them shooting hoops, Then the hood's hottest DILF and Whore pulled up with his kid- Megumi, he's such a cutie when he isn't mean muggin everyone and when he comes to his dad? Oh boy he doesn't play he's such a daddy's boy that Toji can't even pick up women without the lil boy tagging along. Megumi calls most of the shots anyways- if you're pretty to him that Toji will definitely fuck with you, if not? Ain't no use in talking to him, you're cooked.
Today T-Raw was up to no good as usual not only did he come to shoot some hoops, but he also came to pick up a couple of ladies to âtake outâ later on- Here is goes taking off that slutty tank top of his, not like he can ever keep his clothes on anyways, that fuckin slut- you couldn't stand him. You couldn't stand him because all he does is fuck around and drive all these bitches crazy about him- clearly his dick can't be that good to be chasing him around like that, or so you thought.
âyou bet not cum on this dick yet bitch, I ain't done wit cho ass, c'mere!â
Fuck how did you get here⊠oh yeah that's right, it really started when they was playing B-ball. Megumi kept looking at you and since he's practically his father's wing man you were hoping the lil boy didn't think you were pretty, then he spoke to you- talking about the dogs at their house to showing you his gold chain Toji bought him. But then it happened megumi ran off to go tell his dad about you.. Just your luck right? Riiiiight..
The whole game stopped because megumi had so much to say about you, hell he even told the guys you're his new mama because of how beautiful you are and it had T-Raw checking you out even Satoru gassed him up to go holla at you.
âHer? Oh that's y/n, you tryna fuck on her? Shit she hard to talk to, but on ma the pussy good as fuck she was just fuckin on me and Suguru last week.â Satoru had promised he'd never tell a soul that y'all fucked, but you have known that not even Satoru himself could hold a glass on water.
And just like that Toji was convinced enough to come see bout you.
âWass good maâ
â..... â
âHello? Mamas, So you sit finna talk to me? C'mon ion bite, baby.â
âDon't sit up here tellin them lies we all know yo ass bite.â
He chuckled, âGot a lil attitude problem. I like dat mamas. how bout you come smoke with me later on tonight.â
âI'm not one of these other bitches Toji so go find somebody to play with cause it ain't me.â
âSound like you ain't had no dick Inna minute-â
âMaybe I don't want no dick from you!?â
Yeah, that's how it all went down. You were giving him too much lip that it was turning him on, that's why he didn't let up on you. He wanted to put you in your bratty ass place once and for all because clearly Satoru and Suguru didn't do it right. Naw you obviously needed some dick from big daddy himself, T-Raw.
Now here you are sitting in his truck getting hot boxed to hell, while Satoru and Suguru babysit megumi for that night, and man did you get the feeling neither of y'all would be able to make it home after this smoke session.
âYou Eva put a blunt in yo pussy? I'll light for you- We gotta get fat ma blazed too yah feel me?â
What the fuck did he just say? âToji shut the fuck up!â You have to admit that was pretty funny and wild to say at a time like this, but he isn't so bad right? Wrong.
You couldn't tell if it was the Kush getting to you or what, but with every minute that passed by he started to look more and more attractive. âKeep it together bitchâ is what you thought to yourself, you didn't want to fuck around and find out why all his bitches were so crazy over him.
âSo when you gone put that pussy on me, mamas?â
What the hell did he just say?
âI know she wet as fuck f'me, come climb on daddy's lap fo a minute.â this whole time his hand had been gripping your thigh close enough to your coochie. Yeah she was wet- soaking wet actually, but you weren't willing to admit that.. At least not verbally, because your body betrays you.
Before you knew it you had succumbed to his slick mouth, but it's not like you didn't fight about it. Oh but he loves a good ole brat- he loves the way they break once they've had a taste of his ten inch punisher and you were gonna break for him too.
âBet you won't suck dis dickâ
âYeah I BET I won't, the fuck?â
âSo all dat freak shit you do wit gang and nem just fo show, huh? Knew you wasn't bout nothinâ
âExcuse me?!â How the fuck did he even know about that?! I bet Satoru told him, yeah totally never fuckin him again.
âYou heard me, Ma. Chu ain't bout dat life fo'real.â
âSays who? I do what the fuck I want, when I want and who I want.â
âI betchu won't come fuck me then.â
âBet!â
It all started with you giving him the best toe curling head he ever had, the way you kissed on the tip, licked him up from Gooch to tip, the way you suffocated on his dick, yeah you took all ten inches and he loved every bit of it âFuck, y- you a nasty bitchâ is what he groaned, he felt so good he took a chunk of your hair into his fist and held you still so he could fuck that throat of yours. You were his bitch now, you definitely weren't going nowhere sucking his dick this good.
You thought it'd stop at that no- you found yourself eating this man's ass like a full course meal, like you were hungry and it wasn't even your idea, it was his and you can thank his old bitch for that. Man was he a freak having his legs in the fuckin air, lighting another blunt while he watches you eat his ass. This was way out of your league, eating ass? Not even Satoru and Suguru made you do this, but at least you learned a thing or two from fuckin around with Mei Mei and Shoko one time. Honestly you were scared to even put your tongue down there, thinking he was dirty, but he was surprisingly clean.
âDirty ass bitch get in the back, c'monâ he was ready, and you were nervous. We're you gonna be like all these other bitches that fucked him and started acting crazy, or were you gonna treat like you treat Satoru and Suguru? It was hard to tell because you never heard any complaints about Toji unless it's about him not answering his phone or talking to other bitches, the works.
âBet yo dick ain't even that big-â
âShut cho ass up and bend ova bitch I'll show yo ass how big it is.â
That was your mistake- bending over. Toji pushed your skirt up over your waist and wasted no time ripping those sexy panties off. Your pussy was dripping for him, spreading your asscheeks apart Toji took his cock in hand and rubbed it all along your wet folds, teasing you while you waited anxiously for him to fuck you- so anxious that you started popping off at the mouth again.
âCan't find the hole olâ man?â
âCan't wait to shut cho lil ass up-â
âPus-â
Then it happened he shut you up with the quickness, ramming all ten inches into that tight wet pussy of yours. It felt like your body took a screenshot from feeling his cock hit your cervix like that all you could do was tremble and tear up. You felt so full, hell you felt like his dick was somehow in your chest it was so fuckin big that you could hardly adjust to it.
Reaching back to place your hand on his abdomen was your biggest mistake ever âMove yo fuckin handâ is all he said before take ahold of your arm, bending it it behind your back and using his weight to push his cock deeper into you as if it wasn't deep enough.
The only thing that gave you enough relief was when he pulled out, you could finally breathe that was until he rammed his cock back inside⊠over and over and over again. He was so rough it felt like your mind was going blank all you could think about was how good your feeling right now, how deep his cock is, how your moans were practically stuck in your throat, toji had your eyes rolling back he even put his blunt out on your asshole so he could focus on fuckin you, god he was a nasty, nasty man, no wonder everyone was crazy for him.
The truck was rocking, you finally let out a strained moaned, Toji was fuckin you so ruthlessly leaving hand prints on your asscheeks, pushing down on your lower back to make you arch some more for him, grabbing fists full of your hair as he leaned his weight into every thrust. Your mind was going crazy, but you weren't the only one- Toji was too. Not only was he high as all hell, he was starting to get drunk off your pussy. He was loving how tight you were around him, squeezing and sucking him back into you- in his mind you were doing this on purpose, throwing that pussy- HIS pussy back on him like that yeah to him you knew exactly what you were doing.
âMan fuck! Fuck you let then two fools hit before me?! Fuckin slutâ God he put his weight into it again.
âLil bratty ass bitch got nothin to say now, say sumthin else, come bitch say some more slick shit for daddy so I keep on tearin this pussy up!â
You were past cloud nine at this point everything felt good, his dick, his words, his thrusts, everything. You almost lost your mind when he reached out in front of you and grabbed his gun. That's when you realized how crazy this man is- he pulled out a damn gun!? For what!? Now you see why everyone is so crazy about him.
âT- Toji Wa-â
âShut the fuck upâ he pulled out panting and started rubbing the barrel of it against your wet folds. âHow you gone feel if I put this glock 30 in this pussy? Hm? Talk to me mamas, I'm not fuckin done witchuâ
âToji i-â
âIt's T-Raw, bitch.â You trembled the second he pushed the barrel inside your pussy. You couldn't tell if you were scared or excited, but you knew one thing he sure as hell was excited just from pumping your pussy with his glock.
âYou's a nasty dirty ass, bitch, throwin back on MY gun, bet it ain't as good as this mufuckin pipe.â He had a cocky tone to his voice while he was gripping the hell out of his cock and fisting it vigorously. âFuck it-â he tossed his gun to the side causing you the whimper from the sudden emptiness, but that was soon replaced with him slamming his cock back in, then reaching around you to grab ahold of the sides of your mouth as he drilled you, drool on his fingers and arm rest, drool on his cock that's how he liked it.
You could feel a knot in the pit of your pussy, you were so close, tears welled up in your eyes, you were going to burst at this rate, if he kept up brutal pace he'll be cleaning up coochie juice for weeks with the way you around to cum. You reached in between your legs to rub circles onto your clit to help get you to that big orgasm you've always wanted..
âT- T-Raw! F- Fuck! Daddy I'm gonna cum!â
Toji was so lost in your pussy it was almost like he was in another world, You were just too good for him. It was driving him crazy. He almost didn't register what you said at first, you? About to cum? Yeah no he couldn't have that yet, not until HE is done.
âyou bet not cum on this dick yet bitch, I ain't done wit cho ass, c'mere!â Suddenly, He puts you into one of the meanest chokeholds you had ever been in, pulling your body onto his lap so that you're sitting on his fat cock with your legs propped up on the back on the front seats. Fuck he really wasn't done with you for real.
âCan't NOBODY fuck you like I do, you ain't gone be thinkin of nobody's dick, but mine after I'm done, you hear me bitch?! Take that shit, take it, take it, take it, Ah Fuck-!â
You couldn't breathe, your eyes were touching the back of your head, he was beating your pussy in and you couldn't do anything about it. His dick was good⊠too good in fact, he was slutting you out better than Satoru, Suguru, hell even Choso- but none of them know about that one. You could almost guarantee your brain chemistry has been altered just from the way he's trying to put his dick up your coochie, through your stomach and behind the left rib. All you could do now was take his dick like the good little bitch that you are.
âGive yuh my fuckin babies bruh, I'ma give yuh my fuckin babies, Ma.â
âYes! G- Give it to me T-Raw! Give it to me Daddy!â
His thrust became sloppy and his grip around your neck tightened, he was definitely about to cum inside your sweet pussy, yet that's really you wanted now was for him to fill your pussy up with his baby batter. He let on one loud âFuckâ into your ear and rammed his dick inside you one more time, all you could feel so was his cock pumping his load inside you.
Once he was finished he let go of your throat, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. But the thing is you didn't get to cum yet and toji knew that and all he could do was smirk at your pouty lil face for not making you cum too.
âWhat? Yah mad bitch? Brats like yo ass don't deserve to cum.â He took his left over blunt and lit it.
âBut since you was a good fuck I'll let you cum this once, but I ain't helpin, so bounce on dis dick all you want.â
âB.. But T-Rawâ
âWhat the fuck did I just say? Huh? Get to fuckin bouncing, I'm waiting slut.â
You know it, you were going to be crazy just like all his other bitches after tonight⊠ain't no way you're going back to the boys, ever.
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JJ MAYBANK x READER
Summary: You and JJ got into an argument at midsummers because he was lying about where he got the bruises on his face.
Warning: mention of abuse
I hated midsummers just almost as much as Kie did, but I enjoy getting dressed up whenever I can. If it wasnât for that, my hatred would be on the same level as Kieâs. I walk in with my family, hoping Kie was already there, which she was thankfully. I walk over to where sheâs standing, âyou look about as thrilled as I am,â I lean against the fence post with her, âbut I do have to say Kie, you look great.â
âUgh, donât remind me,â she sighed rolling her eyes at me, âbut uno reverse. That emerald green is gorgeous on you,â she points up and down at me. âI need you to pick out my next dress, maybe itâll be something I actually want to where to this shit show. Just wait until JJ sees you in that.â I blush at the thought, I hadnât talked to him all day. Not since he took the blame for Pope.
âHas anybody talked to him yet? Iâve tried to call him but havenât gotten a response back,â I look over at Kie.
âNo, I donât think anybody has,â she states before looking around in the crowd of people. âWhy donât we go ask Pope, he looks like he just got here. Maybe he has.â We walk down the stairs and over to Pope, who was helping his dad unload coolers. Heyward was the first to notice us walking over.
âWell if it isnât the ladies of the hour,â he commented causing Pope to look at who he was talking about. âI didnât know you two could dress up so nice,â he chuckled at us, âbut you both look beautiful tonight.â We say our thanks to him before he gets back to work.
âPope, you seen JJ? He hasnât answered me back since what happened,â I asked. Pope looked down feeling guilt for JJ taking the blame for what he did. âI havenât, but he shouldnât be much later honestly, if I see him before you do, Iâll tell him to find you.â
âThanks Pope, I appreciate the hell out of you,â I say hugging him, ânow get back to helping Heyward before he banishes you from ever seeing us again.â He chuckles and walks over to his dad.
Later that night, Iâm talking to a few Kooks to keep my mind off the fact I havenât seen him. Weâre mid conversation when I see his blonde hair out the corner of my eyes. I quickly say my goodbyes before walking over to where heâs standing; which happens to be by Sarah Cameron? Sarah and I are friends, but I wonder what thatâs about. As heâs walking (dancing) away from her I yell out his name. He looks around before finally seeing me, to which he gets the biggest smile on my face. I quickly run up and hug him, âYou had me worried you werenât going to show, or worse, you were ignoring me for some reason.â
âI could never ignore you babe, and of course I had to show up,â he pulls away from the hug looking me up and down, âI had to see how hot my girlfriend was looking tonight.â I look up to him and my heart drops. He had cuts and bruises littered all over his face.
âJ, what happened,â I ask putting my palm to his cheek, to which he pulled away from.
âNothing, honestly I just got into a fight with a kook,â he responds holding my hands. âThat doesnât make sense JJ, where have you been that a kook would have done this?â
âCan we just drop it?â He asks turning away from me, I grab his hand and pull him away from the crowd of people. âJJ, Iâm not going to drop it. If someone hurt you just please tell me. Let me help you at least.â He didnât say anything after that, just took a long breath and ran his fingers through his hair, telling me to drop it again. âJJ, I know youâre lying to me, a kook wouldnât have done something like this without eventually bragging about it, so what really happened? Iâll find out eventu-â
âIt was my dad!â He yelled at me, âokay? He was mad that I ended up in jail and that I took the blame for Pope. They told him about the restitution money and he just got upset with me, thatâs all. Nothing that hasnât happened before,â he says with the most casual tone, almost like this was something normal. I quickly give him a hug as tears welled up in my eyes.
âJJ, I-Iâm so fucking sorry, I shouldnât have forced you to tell me,â I tell him feeling guilty he didnât seem ready to tell me. âWhat can I do, how can I help? You can come live with us for a while, my parents honestly love you, theyâd love to have you around if you want to.â
âItâs okay, heâs normally fine,â he replied sitting down on the bench behind us. I went and followed suit, sitting beside him holding his hands. âI promise you itâs okay, he just got mad. I did something stupid and-â
âThat doesnât mean you deserved this. Nobody does, no matter what they âdoâ to deserve something like this. J, your dad is abusing you. Let me help you please.â
âItâs not that easy, heâs all I have left,â he sighs putting his head in his hands. âHeâs still my dad, I just canât right now. Can we put a small pin in this, thereâs just a lot going on tonight and the last thing I want to worry about is making sure your parents are okay with me staying on their couch for a night.â
We both chuckle, âokay, just a small baby pin,â I respond before putting my hands on his cheeks, wiping the small tear that fell from his eye, âbut JJ, weâre not done talking about this. Iâll try not to push you on it, but something needs to change.â
He shakes his head at me before placing a small kiss to my forehead, âI promise, we will talk about it tomorrow.â I hold my pinky up to which he links his pinky to mine, âpinky promise we will talk about it tomorrow. Can we just go have fun and pretend weâre not treasure hunting teenagers for the night?â
I stand up and hold my hands out to him, âhell yeah we can pretend, letâs go!â He takes my hands and stands up, âI love you so much.â I place my lips on his before we both start running towards the dance floor; ready to have the absolute time of our lives. Little did we know, everything would change after this.
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Unwavering Presence Chapter 3
Cassian X Archeron Sister (Reader)
Summary: Y/N looks forward to the next time her and Feyre go to the Night Court. Choosing to stay out of the way in the Spring she is visited by the High Lord and threats are made. Few months of learning how to read and Feyre finally warming up to the Night Court, the next time they return to the Spring Y/N is caught of guard and chaos ensues.
Content Warning: 18+ brief depictions of abuse, Tamlin being a dick, Ianthe appearance, unwanted groping (Not from any of our beloved night court folks or Spring court), blood, separation.
Word Count: 5.6k
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A/N: I'm sorry if it seems to be a bit sped up but I simply could not bring myself to write more filler chapters! I hope you enjoy!
After my argument with Feyre, I locked myself in my room for the three weeks. Feyre had tried to come apologize and she tried to come in, but I had made sure my door was locked. I didnât really move from my chair other than to change and sneaking into the kitchen late at night to eat. To avoid running the High Lord, Lucien or my sister.
There had been a continuous warmth on my tattooed wrist, Rhysâ reminder that I wasnât alone. On the bad days where sleep evaded me, I tried to send back a wave of appreciation, unsure if he could feel it. Chances were he we were sleeping when I sent so he probably didnât even know, but I did appreciate him.
Feyre and I have never had many fights and it was even rarer that the fight had resulted in us not talking and working it out. The last time was right before Tamlin took us away.
Feyre slammed her bow on the table. âYou should have been here. What were you thinking going out there?â I scoffed as I dropped the wolf carcass on the table, facing my twin whose eyes flared with anger and a hint of fear. âYou could have died!â
The door creaked open, and I glanced to see Nesta and Elain emerge from the bedroom. Their eyes went wide taking a look at the beast on the table. Our dad remained near the fireplace not acknowledging that Feyre and I had returned. Not like he noticed when we left. âFeyre, you could have died to. I have just as much skill at hunting like you, we work better together, and it worked out look at what we caught.â I held out my arm to show the wolf. âI love you, and I didnât want you going out alone tonight. Iâm glad I was there to help you take this beast down.â
Feyre blew up, âI could have killed you! I didnât know you were there!â
I gave her a doubtful look and cross my arms, âI have been able to sense your presence since we have been children, you definitely knew I was there.â
Feyre ran her fingers through her brown hair not caring if she got blood in it. âMaybe I wanted to be alone, figured Nesta would give you some good quality time. At least she doesnât despise your presence.â
My mouth dropped and quickly recovered, âAre you fucking serious, Fey? What the fuck does that mean?â
âGirls,â Our father croaked from his spot in the fireplace, only then that I noticed he was carving something in his hands. âThatâs quite enough. Y/N your mother and I have taught you better than to use that type of language.â
I rolled my eyes, âWhatever you say.â I grit out and was about to push past my sisters when the door flung off its hinges and a beast with emerald eyes locked his gaze with mine.
A knock caused me to jolt from my seat and the book I was attempting to read on the table next to the chair, âGo away,â I yelled trying to conceal the fact the knock on the door frightened me.
The sound of the lock turning, and the door opens causing me to jump out of my chair, to see Tamlin strolling in. He shut the door and made a spectacle of locking the door. His eyes met mine and his eyes held nothing but cold and controlled anger. âLong time no see, Y/N.â He drawled and I tried not to shiver as fear locked up my joints. He slowly approaches me with his hands clasped behind his back, âYouâre breaking Feyreâs heart you know. Locking yourself in here.â The sun from the window hit him and in any other situation I would have found his beauty mesmerizing, but his beauty looked sinister.
I crossed my arms and Tamlin takes notice of my tattoo decorating my skin before its tucked away. Feigning indifference, tucking the fear deep down and lifting my chin. âWhat do you want, Tamlin?â Shifting my weight back and forth.
Tamlin closed the distance, and I took a step back, âYouâre coming down and having dinner with us tonight.â
I rolled my eyes, and I could hear the growl in his chest, âNo thanks, as you can see, Iâm quite busy here.â
Tamlin bared his teeth, âThat wasnât a request,â he took another step toward me.
âI donât care,â I muttered and made the error of trying to step around him and in a flash, he gripped me and pinned me against the wall his muscled his hand moved from my arm and moved to my hip his free hand clamping down over my mouth. His gaze turned feral and crazed, letting his anger unleash and I could only produce a whimper through his hand.
He brought his face closer to mine and I could see the pure ire in his eyes. âListen to me carefully. You are going to clean up, put on a pretty dress, come downstairs and apologize to Feyre for causing her stress and pain. Then you are going to eat in silence you will be seen and not heard.â I tried to yank my head, but he has my face in an iron grip, and he gripped my hip in bruising force keeping me pinned to the wall, âLike the good little human girl you are.â He released my face.
I quickly spat in his face, âFuck-âhe clamped his hand back over my mouth and I lashed against him.
Tamlin tsked, âNo, no, the only thing I wanted to hear from you at all is âYes Tamlin.â And an apology to my soon to be wife.â He gripped my hip so tightly I gasped, and a tear slipped down my cheek. Tamlin kissed it away, the gesture going against his words. He met my eyes again his grin anything but comforting, âBlink if you understand, Y/N,â my name almost a snarl against his lips. I slowly blink and more tears fall. He lowers his face to kiss my forehead and I thrash my hands trying to push him away, but I couldnât move him. He pulled away and released my body giving my cheek a not so tender pat, âGood Girl. Now go clean up there will be a dress on your bed,â he turned and made his way to the exit.
I wrapped my arms around myself, and I noticed Tamlin paused, âOh and Y/N,â He turned his hand still on the handle, âMake no mistake if you donât come down, I will drag you to the dining hall and tie you to the chair. Feyreâs happiness is important to me I will do anything to keep a smile on her face.â With that he left, and I let the emotions of the interaction fully take over and slide down the wall and bury my face in my knees to stifle the uncontrollable sobs. I barely notice how warm and tingling my tattoo is through the tears.
Cassianâs POV
I sat in the lounge of the townhouse with Rhys, there was a throbbing in my chest that caused discomfort. I rubbed my chest, but the pain wouldnât subside, it felt like my heart was aching. I creased my eyebrows sadness consumed me and I rubbed that spot tighter as I closed my eyes.
âCass, you alright?â Rhysâ voice pulled me from the wave of emotion overtaking me.
âI just have this weird feeling; my chest feels tight.â
Rhys gave me his full attention, his glass of whiskey forgotten. âDo you need me to get Madja?â
I shook my head, âNo, just feels like something is wrong.â Another wave overwhelmed me, I closed my eyes, and I took a deep breath to neutralize myself. When I opened my eyes, my brother had a painful expression on his face. He was gripping his glass tightly his knuckles were white. âWhat is it?â I asked.
Rhy formed his lips into a tight line, and he clenched his hands into a fist, âSomething is wrong over there,â he gritted through his teeth as he rubbed his left arm, causing me straightened I didnât need him to fill me in. âShe is sending utter turmoil down the bond.â
I grimace, âWhat kind of male torments their partner like that. To cause that much dread.â
Rhys shook his head, his eyes meeting mine the stars winking out, âItâs not Feyre, Cass.â My grip on my own glass tightened, âItâs Y/Nâs.â Rhys stood and downed the rest of his drink.
Rhys began to walk out, and I called out, âWhere are you going?â
âItâs the beginning of the new month, brother.â Rhys turned and winked at me, and darkness consumed him as he winnowed out of town house.
Readerâs POV
After a bath and getting the tears to finally stop I walked into the bedroom, taking a look at my hip fortunately there was no bruising from Tamlinâs grip. A lilac dress was laid out for me. The gossamer fabric chaffed my skin. The skirts were heavy against my hips, the spot where Tamlin squeezed still tender, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths and my wrist tingled. I looked down and grazed my tattoo calm washing over me, âThanks Rhys.â I whispered.
I walked over to the door and opened it to find Feyre on the other side biting her nail, a nervous habit she started when we were kids. Her eyes widened as she saw what I assumed is my puffy eyes from crying, and in turn I saw how her eyes looked bruised and I know she has still not been sleeping, âHi.â She whispered.
I drifted my gaze to my feet, âHi.â I looked back at her and look at her thin frame and her sunken cheeks and Tamlinâs words flooded my brain.
Youâre breaking Feyreâs heart.
Guilt racks through me as I lightly pull her hand from her mouth, âFeyre, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to lash out at you.â
Feyre squeezed my hand, âNo, I am sorry. I know that this transition has been hard on you. I should have been more considerate to your feelings.â
I gave her a small smile tears pooling in my eyes again, âLetâs just put it behind us,â I patted her hand with my trembling one.
If you donât come down, I will drag you to the dining hall and tie you to the chair.
âY/N, you look like youâve seen a ghost, and youâre trembling like a leaf. Do you want to lie down I can tell Tamlin youâre not-â
âNo!â I blurted, causing Feyre to step back stunned. I composed myself, smoothing my skirts willing my hands to stop shaking, âLetâs just go have dinner with ourâŠfriends.â Feyre beamed at me referring to Tamlin and Lucien as friends as I tried to keep the bile from creeping up. We made our way to the dining hall. The closer we got the more nervous I became even the comfort of the tattoo felt vacant. I was trying to keep my hands from shaking by keeping them clasped.
The doors opened as we approached and Lucien and Tamlin were standing in their seats, snarling at something and as we got deeper into the dining hall to find Rhysand his hand tucked into his pockets. Feyre stilled and I fought every instinct to run and hug him. âFuck you, Rhysand, we are to have a nice dinner. You canât just take them.â
âPer our agreement it doesnât matter when I come pick them up in the month.â Rhys spoke with cool indifference. âBut I am a reasonable male,â He turned to us, âLadies, Iâll give you the choice you can enjoy the meal with the High Lord and his loyal pet,â Lucien scowled, âOr we can go right now.â
Feyre moved to her seat by Tamlin Rhys tracking her entire movement, âI would like to have a meal before being whisked away.â
Rhys pulled his gaze away from Feyre and met mine. For a moment, I looked at Tamlin and could see his lips move the message clear Sit down. I met his gaze to his and hoped he understood what I was trying to convey with my eyes as I began to move to the seat next to my sister.
Donât leave, please donât leave. Donât go.
Rhysand meandered to a seat on the opposite end of the table as Tamlin growled the claws peeking from his knuckles, âThey want to have dinner, you can come back when their done.â
Rhys pulled the chair and plopped in it kicking his feet up as if he owned the place. âWhereâs your hospitality, High Lord? I think itâs best I stay and join you. Iâm sure Feyre and Y/N wouldnât mind.â
Feyre scowled and I just lowered my gaze, finding the skirts of my dress very interesting as I took a seat. âFine.â Tamlin grumbled and food appeared on each plate filled with lavish meats and cheeses.
I looked at the table and Tamlinâs fierce gaze met mine, âY/N, so wonderful for you to finally join us tonight, care to say anything to Feyre.â
âTamlin, leave her be she already apologized to me.â Feyre scolded her hand gripping my thigh with a gentle squeeze.
Tamlin bristled and I shifted in my seat under his scrutinizing gaze, âWell Iâm glad she apologized. Letâs try to have a meal together with everyone present moving forward.â I looked to Lucien who avoided eye contact with me...Coward.
Feyre gave a small smile, âSounds great.â
I moved my food around with my fork, not having an appetite. I felt a prickle in the back of my mind. You need to eat. I tried to reign in the shock of Rhysâ voice in my head. Â You BOTH do.
I looked at him, to see he was eating the food, but his eyes were locked on me and Feyre, I looked to my sister, and noticed she was doing the same thing. Looking at the High Lord of the Spring and his emissary, the two were engaged in their own conversation eating paying us no mind. I took a few bites of my food and out of the corner of my eye I saw Feyre following suit.
One the meal was finished Rhys stood and Feyre rising from hers, Tamlin reached to grab her hand and she casually moved her hand. I made a note to ask her about it when weâre alone. Feyre gave him a small weak smile, âWeâll see you in a week.â
A hand lightly gripped my shoulder, I looked up and met Rhysâ gaze, âReady to go?â  I nodded and rose from my seat. His hand slid down my arm and gripped my hand. âFeyre Darling,â Her gaze met his as he held out hiss free hand for her to take. She approached him with less fury than the first time we went to the Night Court. When she places her hand in his we are consumed by the darkness, and we are back in Rhysâ home. Feyre looked at me, âIâm going to go to bed. You are coming?â
Rhys gave Feyre a comforting grin, âShe will be there in a moment. I need to talk to her real quick.â Feyre to my surprise give him a silent nod and her lips curve slightly upward and I swore that Rhys stopped breathing for a moment. âGood night, High Lord.â She said and turned and headed back to our shared room.
Rhys turned to me, and I averted my gaze to my hands that were interlaced. Â âY/N, look at me,â I refused and kept my gaze on my hands, look at me, please his voice echoed in your mind. I sighed and met his gaze, âWhat happened? I felt an unnerving turmoil earlier today through,â he grabbed my arm with the tattoo. âIt was like you were screaming down the bond.â
I slipped my arm from his grasp, and he let me, âI donât want to talk about it.â I murmured wrapping my arms around myself, âI doubt you would believe me anyway.â
Rhys scowled, âYou donât have to tell me what happened. You donât have to talk to me. But donât ever say that I wouldnât believe you. The pain I felt today was real your pain was real.â Rhysâ face softened, âJust donât bury this down and forget about it, it will eat you alive, okay?â
 I gave him a nod and he turned to leave probably to head to his own room, âHe pinned me against a wall,â I blurted, and it caused him to still, he turned, and I could feel the tears building up as I placed my trembling fingers over my mouth, âHe clamped my mouth so tight I thought he would break my jaw and he gripped my hip to keep me pinned to the wall.â I sobbed and Rhys in three strides made his way back and without saying anything else wrapped me in his arms and I let the sobs take over and buried my face in his shirt. A comforting hand placed on back of my head and he rubs my back in almost a brotherly way. âI tried to push him away and I couldnât,â whether he could understand the words and tears just wouldnât stop. âHe told me I needed to remain silent except to apologize to Feyre for locking myself in my room. He said that he going to tie me to a chair and force me there.â
Rhys arms were the only thing keeping me upright, âItâs okay.â He whispered pressed his cheek atop of my head, as my sobs racked out of my body. âWhat can I do? Tell me what I can do to help you.â
There was a calm emotion that slowed down my sobs slowed, I take a deep breath, âCan you help me not feel as weak and powerless as I felt today? I never want to feel that way again.â
âYes, you will never have to feel that way again.â He pushed away and looked at me, wiping tears from my cheeks. âI can train you.â I nodded in agreement as exhaustion began to take over my body. âItâs been a long day,â I gave him another nod, âWant to go to your room?â He gripped one of my hands, âI can take you there.â
I shook my head and his brows furrowed, âCan I go to the library?â He smiled and gave the top of my hand he held a kiss.
âOf course, you can, let me take you.â I gave him a small smile and sniffled as he led me to the library. The small journey was quiet, but the door opened, and the books came into view. âTomorrow, we can start your reading lessons Iâm hoping your sister will want to partake as well.â I turned to him, and he held hope in his eyes that Feyre would be willing. âWe can start training whenever you want, Y/N. Iâm sorry I couldnât come sooner.â
He released my hand and began to walk away. I grabbed his hand again and he looked back at me, âI donât know what I can say. What I can do to repay for your kindness.â And I wrapped my arms around his neck, âThank you, Rhysand.â
He returned the embrace, âYou donât need to thank me.â He pulled away and cupped my cheek, âHave a good night, Y/N.â He places a chaste kiss to my forehead and heads deeper into the hall. I walked into the library and the fireplace lit and I welcomed the warmth as I sat on the large chair. Sinking into the cushion I laid my head back and in the comfort of the library my eyes shut, and sleep overtook me.
Cassianâs POV
She looked beautiful and peaceful on the library chair fast asleep. Rhys had casually let me know she would be there and before I went to bed after a long day in Windhaven, I stopped by to see if she might have needed anything and found her sound asleep. Rhys didnât tell me what happened in Tamlinâs court, but he had mentioned that she was interested in training. The red around her nose and the smell of dried tears told me she had been crying and my mind only went to the worst-case scenario of what happened.
Leaning off the door I tucked my wings to not have them drag across the floor I approached, Y/Nâs sleeping form, the way her neck was angled she would wake up in immense pain. I lightly scooped her in my arms trying my best not to wake her, she only stirred to move her head and leaned it against my chest and the sweet smell of Jasmine and lilacs flooded my nose. She smelled as beautiful as she was. I walked over to the couch that was placed right in between two bookshelves against the wall and lay her down making sure her head pressed against the pillow. The house placed a blanket in my arms and in no hesitation, I placed the blanket on her. She snuggled against the softness of the blanket and let out a content sigh.
I smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, âSleep well, Sweetheart.â And with that I left the library and went to my room.
Readerâs POV
The next morning, I woke up and found myself on the couch in the library, and there was a blanket over me. I remember falling asleep on the chair, but donât remember moving. The scent of leather and Sandalwood lingered in the room and was a comforting embrace. Feyre opened the door her eyes frantic, âThere you are! I was so worried!â She donned a peach dress that fitted her figure with sheer sleeves that had rhinestones on it. Her hair was pinned back to the side, and she looked beautiful even though the dress looked like it was wearing her.
I stretched and smiled at her, âSorry, Fey, I fell asleep in here. I like it in here.â Â I sat up and put the blanket to the side, âIâm hungry.â
Feyre nodded, âWell go change and we will go get breakfast.â I nodded and went to the bedroom to change into a purple top with sheer puffy sleeves that showed a little more cleavage with matching pants and put my hair in a simple braid and made my way to breakfast.
At breakfast Rhys broke the news to my sister that we would be learning to read, write and shield against Daemati fae, which he explained to me is how he was able to speak to me in my mind. That went as well as I anticipated but with some coercing, she joined me in the office to get our first lesson. âI donât understand why you care about our education.â Feyre grumbled.
âOh, are you saying having this ability wouldnât have been useful under the mountain?â I stilled at his question and Feyre went pale and silent. âWe donât know what the future holds, its in my best interest to have you two, well versed and ready for anything.âÂ
He explained to us how to put up mental shields that we worked on, and we spent an hour writing the ridiculous phrases that made Feyre roll her eyes and mutter, âInsufferable,â causing me to chuckle. After an hour of Rhys scolding us for keeping our shields up and checking our work, he released us for the day. Feyre and I went back to the room and fell into a comfortable silence and that evening I went back to the library and grabbed a book to practice my reading.
The rest of the week was spent that way shielding, reading and writing and towards the end, Feyre was eating more and smiling more to Rhysand which I swore the High Lord soaked in her smiles like sun rays. When we returned to the Spring Court, we both spent some time together reading and despite my utter disgust I would join for meals to appease Tamlin and keep his temper at bay.
Months went by and fell into the same rhythm. Rhys threw in a few fighting lessons, but we started with balance and stretching. He said he would only show me the basics but when his General came home that I would start training with him for more intricate training. I wanted to ask Rhys what Cassianâs role was in his court or just even to learn more about him, but I refrained, I didnât want to pry, and he never wanted to divulge in the members of his court.
I could tell after Rhysand dropped us off that both Feyre and I were feeling better and stronger as Feyre was begging Tamlin to go out and hunt and help the people in town and met with stonewall refusal. So, she would dive into reading with me, but her face was fuller, and light shone back into her eyes, the color in her hair was vibrant again. Turns out that verbal sparring with Rhys was doing something for her.
Dinner that night after Tamlin told Feyre he didnât want her hunting, Tamlin was utterly sweet, to her and to me. I welcomed the change even if Ianthe had graced us with her presence and her saccharine grin making my skin crawl. It felt as though things were finally falling into place. I drank the wine that Ianthe had poured for me and when I went to my room, sleep overpowered me and I moved to my bed my head landing on the pillow as I slipped into unconsciousness not even realizing that I had left my door wide open.
I awoke with a start as the warm breeze caressed my bare skin, I sat upright my surroundings spinning but trees surrounded me, I was in the forest. Someone had put a sheer nightgown on me my hands were bound behind my back and female laughter caused my blood to chill. I turned my head to find Ianthe there. âIanthe, help me please.â
She approached me and gone was any warmth in her features and cold viper took her place as she crouched to meet my eyes, âIâm under Tamlinâs orders. To take you far away from the manorâ
I gritted my teeth, âBullshit, he wouldnât hurt my sister that way!â I sent panic down the bond in hopes that Rhys would be able to answer my call.
Ianthe stroked a finger down my cheeks moving to my neck and down to my clavicle, âUnless we tell her you ran away.â
Fear ran down my spine I masked it with indifference, âYou think she would believe that I would abandon her like that.â
Ianthe traced her finger right above the swell of my breast and I jerked away from her, âWell we could also say that you were influenced by the Naga lured out by a lesser fae and with your fragile human body you couldnât resist.â I bit my lip, and she smirked knowing she would believe that as she held a dagger and sliced quickly above my clavicle, and I hissed, refusing to scream. Though she sliced off one of the straps to my night gown. She placed a kiss to my cheek before she murmured, âIâd run if I were you. Wonât be long before the monsters that live in these woods smell your blood and come looking for you.â And with that she vanished.
I gritted through my teeth as I rose to my knees, ignoring the pain of twigs and rocks pressing into my knees as I rose to my bare feet and began to run. I wasnât sure which way I was running and there was minimal moon light to help but I just kept running and sending my fear down the bond. Even opening my mind:
Rhys, help. Please help me!
There was no response, but I kept pushing, kept sending waves of fear down our tattoo and shouting my thoughts in hopes he would hear. It felt like hours I was in there before I tripped over a stump I didnât see and fell hard on my back. My vision blurred as my head collided with something hard, but the silence was palpable in the forest. My breathing was labored, and I could feel the warmth trickle of blood running down my face. I knew my feet were cut up, but I still rose to my knees and willed myself to try and stand. Dizziness dropped me back to my knees and a sob raked out of me. âRhysand, please.â I whispered.
A low chuckle echoed behind me, and I began to tremble. âWhat a delicious treat we have brother, a human girlâ The sound of slithering made me want to vomit but I forced the bile down and kept my head down. The slithering halted and the images of the Naga Feyre had painted flooded my memory the serpent-like creatures with talons and vile creatures.
Another low sinister voice followed, âWhat a pretty little thing and tied up just like a present.â  A sharp finger moved my hair away to look at my bleeding wound. I looked up and met yellow eyes and a pink serpent tongue sticking out. The hand that moved my hair gripped the back of my neck and I whimpered as the Naga licked the trail of blood from my forehead. The free hand groping my exposed breast, the beast hummed in approval, âShe is delicious.â The Naga gripped my hair and I yelped in pain as he approached, bringing his mouth closer to mine but keeping my head in place so I couldnât move.
Rhys, I think Iâm going to die. If I do, it was an honor being your friend.
I could have sobbed when Rhysâ voice came into my head.
No one will be dying tonight.
There was a slash of metal and the howl of the Naga who was gripping me as he was yanked away a flash of blue propelling it back. The sound of wings booming above and a thud on the ground. I couldnât see my saviorâs face only that blue gems blazed in the night as he approached the creature that put its hands on me with a blade in his hand.
The creatureâs brother tried to slither its tail around my waist only to be met with steel cutting in clean off. A blast of red power forced the beast back against the tree. The Naga was about to approach again ready for a fight when a dagger flew and landed right in between its eyes, and it slumped back against the trees. The clouds parted and moonlight was able to help me see but a hand grabbed my shoulder and a jerked out of the grip turning slightly to meet familiar hazel eyes. His eyes held fear and he held his hands out palms open, âY/N, do you remember me?â He whispered.
I nodded, âCassian,â I whispered my voice hoarse and dry.
Cassian gave me a warm smile, âGood, Can I untie you?â I nodded again and he took another dagger and made his way behind me to cut my ties as the other winged male approached. My hands were free, and Cass took my hands in his and began to massage my wrists to bring the circulation back into my hands. âIs this, okay?â he asked, ignoring his friend who had just approached. I nodded again words not forming.
The other male knelt and gave me a small smile, his eyes a similar hazel to Cassianâs but just like Rhys and Cassian he was utterly beautiful, âI have heard a lot about you, Archeron.â His voice was pure honey, âIâm Azriel.â
I give him a small wave. Cassian released my hand and slid off his jacket sliding it over my shoulders to cover me. I slide my arms into the sleeves. âWe have to get going before more come.â Cassian whispered to me, âWill you let me carry you?â
I nod but force myself to say, âDonât bring me back to the Spring Court.â I whisper as my eyes met his and pain flashes in those eyes. âPlease.â
âYou are not going back there, Sweetheart. Weâre taking you home.â Cassian scoops me up and holds me close to his chest, where the scent of sandalwood and leather fills my nose and my eyes widened, was he there that day in the library? Did he move me over to the couch? My thoughts whirled but the dizziness caused me to lay my head on his chest. âYou alright?â He murmured the words thrumming from his chest causing warmth to spread through my body.
âI hit my head, and a little dizzy but Iâll be alright.â Azriel rose nodding to his friend and gripped Cassianâs arm as darkness consumed us until we emerged into a house I had never seen before.
Rhys was in the hall his eyes frantic, âMother above, Is she alright? Where's Feyre?â
Tears welled up at my conversation with Ianthe bubbled to the surface of never seeing Feyre again, âI'm alrightâ I croaked, âTheyâre going to make her think Iâm dead.â I whisper and tear slips from my face. Cassianâs grip tightens on me his thumb rubbing circles on my back, and I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face letting his scent soothe me.
"Who is?" Cassian asked.
"Tamlin and Ianthe." I whimper as pain erupts from my head. I pressed on, "They are going to tell her I abandoned her."
Rhys sounded as though he was clenching his teeth, âCassian go take her to one of the rooms upstairs and have Madja come take a look at her.â I could hear his footsteps and a hand was on my arm giving it a comforting squeeze, âIâll check on her in the morning.â
You didn't abandon her and when she sees you again she will know that Rhys' words in my mind brought me comfort as I heard his steps walk away with what I assume was Azriel's not far behind.
With that Cassian took me up the stairs and into the room I took a look around there were two twin sized beds and he laid me down on the one farthest from the window, He looked at the wound on my head, "I'm going to go get our healer, I'll be right back." He got up and I on instinct grabbed for his hand, hissing at my fast movement.
"Stay. Please don't leave me." I whispered.
He bit his lip and he nodded he looked off into the distance for a long moment and then he grabbed the chair from the small desk and brought it by my bedside. "Rhys, is calling for our healer." He sat letting his wings dip slightly as he grips my hand again and rubs the top of my hand. The soothing motion lulling me into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 4
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A Little Space
Yang:*walks into dorm* Whoâs ready for scary movie night and-
Ruby:*sitting on the floor* Yo!
Yang:Yooo! Whereâs Moody #1 and Mood #2 at? Popcorn run?
Ruby:I had them step out really quick. I wanted to take a moment tell you something important. Something that might make you Moody #3
Yang:What did you break?
Ruby:Nothing! Whyâs that the first thing you- sit please!
Yang walks over and sits crisscross in front of her sister like they used to do all the time when they were younger.
Yang:Whatâs up little sis? Did you bomb a test and dad knows? Oz planning some type of leader extrovert training?
Ruby:Ugh, he better not. Iâd die on the spot.
Yang:Haha, then whatâs up? You have me a little worried if youâre asking for a private-
Ruby:Iâm seeing someone!
Yang:âŠHuh?
Ruby:*red* Jaune. IâmâŠIâm seeing Jaune, romantically.
Yang:AhâŠokay then. Umm for how long exactly?
Ruby:A few months now.
Yang:Months?
Ruby:Time flew by! I really didnât mean to not tell you for so long. We were sorta just figuring things out a bit.
Yang:I see, a few months huh? Thatâs⊠thatâs a a fair amount of time. So are you telling me now cause you found the nerve, or has something changed? *squints*
Ruby:âŠ..
Yang:âŠ.Ruby, be honest with me. Just how much has your relationship progressed?
Ruby:More than you would approve, but less than what you fear.
Yang:*nods* Is that so? Hmm, excuse me.
Ruby:Yang no! Wait!
Thank goodness for speed semblances. Ruby managed to get herself in front of the door before Yang, grabbing both of her hands to hold. Yang couldâve easily pulled the girl out of the way but suddenly tensed as she felt Rubyâs hand tremble violently. That alongside the pleading look in her eyes was more than enough to cool Yangâs head off.
Ruby:Please, donât confront him over this.
Yang:Ruby, you canât ask me not to look after you. Look, Jaune is a nice guy but I have to say something. Youâve been together for months in secret! What would day think in this situation?
Ruby:HeâŠknows.
Yang:Wh- You told dad before me!?
Ruby:Dad actually listens to me all the way through! Heâs always also way more levelheaded.
Yang:Thatâs- I mean⊠so everyone know!?
Ruby:No, but Iâm sure Blake and Weiss have their own suspicions. They just have no reason to press me about it like you would.
Yang:âŠ.Is that why your hands are trembling? You were afraid to tell me?
Ruby:I wasnât afraid. IâŠI know how you are when it comes to protecting me. I love it; I really do. This time is different though. *inhales* Yang, I am asking you to please give me some space with this. I donât want to go behind your back but I donât want you to ruin this.
Yang:Ruin? When have I ever-
Ruby:Iâm excited, okay!? *blushing*
Yang:âŠ.What?
Ruby:ItâŠIt feels so weird and like a rush being around him. Iâve never cared much specifically about romance in my life and this feels crazy for me. Iâm not nervous to talk about all of my thoughts. I stumble around him and laugh about it. Little things feel like a rush of adrenaline! Yeah Iâm nervous butâŠIâm not afraid in the slightest. Iâve never this safe, thisâŠsecure around someone quite like this. Have you ever felt this way!? Itâs almost like-
Yang:The sun is actually shining.
Ruby:Yeah, yeah thatâs exactly what itâs like. *smiling* I canât help but wonder if this is what mom felt for dad. Maybe Iâm wrong, and I know relationships arenât like love stories but this space have I him right now, I want to keep exploring it. I want to feel these feelings.
Yang:And you think he might change if I give him the riot act. *sighs* I⊠can see how that would âruinâ things.
Ruby:I really am sorry I didnât tell you this sooner. *tears up* All of this has been so confusing and new. Also maybeâŠmaybe I was a little scared letting you know. I justâŠI really do like him, Yang.
Since when did being a big sister get this difficult. Yang still canât believe their father chose the path of peace! Definitely a youngest daughter privilege. Then again, if Ruby has told him even half of this speech, Yang could see how he gave his grace. She looked towards the ceiling away from the misty doe eyes and channeled the strength to ask a few questions.
Yang:Are you both being safe about?
Ruby:!? Of course! Weâre not dumb and like I said, we havenâtâŠya know? *red* We really are taking our time with things. Heâs figuring this all out too! Cut Jaune a little slack.
Yang:(Okay, maybe I didnât take that into account. Of course this is uncharted territory for him too.) Fiiiiiiiiine! Fine! I wonât talk to him about it, for now!
Ruby:Really!?
Yang:But you still have to tell him I know!
Ruby:Thatâs fine. He knows dad knows. I also talked to him about telling you. Jaune actually encouraged me for this.
Yang:Thatâs a bold tactic.
Ruby:He has seven sisters. Iâm positive on some level he gets where youâre coming from.
Yang:Seven!? ActuallyâŠyeah, yeah that makes sense.
Ruby:Are you still mad at me?
Yang:I was never mad, ya little-
She pulls Ruby into a big, warm hug. It kinda hurt to think about how big her sister was getting. Then again, maybe this is how dad felt whenever she confronted him about needing some more space? The more she thought about it, it made sense why he was relaxed with Ruby. It would be cruel if both of them gave such a strong response to her feelings.
Yang:I love you so much. Remember, you can tell me anything.
Ruby:I know, and I love you too.
xxxxx
As always, scary movie night happened; although Yang couldnât really say she was watching the film. As her teammates and friends from JNPR watched the film, her gaze occasionally shifted downward towards the floor at Jaune and Ruby, who shared a popcorn bowl. Funny, have they been sitting that close to one another all this time?
Yang watched the blonde jolt as another jumpscare caught him off guard, earning a stifled giggle out of Ruby while he smiled sheepishly. Lightly, Ruby leaned against him and continued watching the film with a grin that warmed Yangâs heart.
Yang: (Perhaps some space isnât so bad? The view from here is pretty cool.)
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