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The worst part, of course, is why they notice.
It's because Robin got in over his head during patrol and Red Hood broke his no-kill streak.
Bruce's rules snapped back into place, just as taut as before.
Jason pulls back. He doesn't visit anymore and then Alfred's giving him the cold shoulder too. Dick is insisting that he get over himself.
"What was it that made you accept him? What made you okay with him before, B?"
"I...just got some good advice before."
"From who?"
Quietly, he admitted, "Tim."
The name jolted Dick, as he realized that his brother had slipped his mind.
He couldn't remember the last time he talked to Tim.
He couldn't remember the last time he thought about him.
"Call him," Dick said, "and put him on speaker."
If Bruce had taken Tim's advice just once--taken it and implemented it long term--then that was more than he'd ever done for Dick.
Bruce took out his phone.
It rang and rang and then--
"This number is not available."
Bruce furrowed his brow and muttered, "No, that can't be right. This is his contact..."
He messed around on his phone for another minute before calling again, and--
"This number is not available."
Dick swallowed, and thought, bitter and hopefully, that maybe Tim blocked Bruce, before remembering that they didn't want any more problems. Their family couldn't handle going back to the way they were before Bruce came back.
Dick couldn't handle a return to the way things were.
He'd break under the pressure. He knew he would.
Dick called Tim, but--
"This number is not available."
He didn't get a response.
"Try his secretary?" Dick suggested and Bruce called Tam.
And again, the phone rang and rang and--
"You're speaking to Miss Fox, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, how can I help you?"
You could have heard a pin drop in the room.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Bruce."
"And Dick," he added, "hi, Tam, how've'ya been?"
"Busy," she said, with some amount of humor in her voice, "Tim wasn't kidding when he said this job was grueling. I still wanted it though, and he thought I was the best person for it, so...here we are, I guess. Why are you calling, though? Y'all never call."
"Um," Dick started, not trusting Bruce to form a proper answer, "we were wondering how Tim was doing. We couldn't get ahold of him."
"Oh," she said, voice flatter than it was before, "yeah, he has a new number. I'll tell him you're trying to get in touch with him--"
"Give us the number," Bruce said.
It was silent on the other side of the line before there was a brief beep.
Tam hung up.
Bruce tried her number again, but it went straight to voicemail.
Dick was in the middle of trying to figure out a reasonable plan when Bruce called out, "Clark."
The man was there not a moment later, "Bruce. What do you need?"
"Where's Tim?"
"Ivy, I presume. Why do you ask."
"What's he doing with Pam?"
Clark gave him a confused look. "Who?"
"Pamela Isley? Poison Ivy?"
"He's...I meant to say that he's in Ivy Town. He's been attending university there for a few months now. Kon visits him often--brings him back to the farm, sometimes. Ma loves him--says he's a natural baker but Tim just always argues that it's because he's studying chemistry and--I'm sorry," he cut himself off, "why are you asking?"
Again, it was quiet for a moment before Dick said, "We were just trying to get ahold of him."
"Ah," Clark nodded, "his number changed again, didn't it? Do you want his new one?"
"No," Dick said at the same time that Bruce said, "Yes."
Dick glared at him, "No. We'll wait for him to call us."
Bruce comes back from the dead and wants to make things better. Bruce comes back from the dead and Tim was the one who brought him back, so it's obviously Tim who'll know best how to help him reconnect with everyone.
It's Tim who should give him advice on how to bond with Dick. Dick has always been his idol, after all. Tim would know best how to bring him back, and he does. He gives good advice and the two of them begin to get closer.
So Bruce asks about Jason, too. Asks about how to bring his son back into the fold and Tim wished for a brief and brutal moment that it weren't so obvious who the favorite was.
Tim told Bruce to give Jason his space, to loosen his rules, and make it clear that no matter what the Red Hood did, no matter what the Batman believed in, Jason was always welcome. Bruce would always want him.
It worked. Bruce wasn't surprised. Tim was a special sort of bitter.
Bruce asked again for Damian and Tim had to push down his anger. "That boy tried to kill me," Tim wanted to say. "I hate him and I want you to hate him too so that I can remember a time when we had something in common," Tim didn't say, but he got close.
He instead told Bruce how Damian liked art and animals and loved hearing stories of the wonders of Batman.
He told Bruce just how much Damian loved being Robin. Told Bruce to tell Damian what a good Robin he was.
God bless or maybe damn him, but he did and it worked and Tim wanted to start screaming and clawing at something because that would have never worked if Tim tried it and it wouldn't have stopped Damian from cutting his line--something Bruce did not and would never know about.
Bruce asked about Babs. How should he make sure she knew that she was a part of the family? They they loved her and not just for the work she did?
He asked about Steph. How should he make sure she knew that she was more important than his rules and that, if something else should go wrong, she didn't need to run away?
He asked about Duke. He never got the chance to get to know him before leaving--not as well as he wanted to, at least. How should he let him know that he was just as much a son as everyone else? That, whether or not his parents woke up, he'd always be welcome?
He asked about Cass. How should he show her that he loves her even though he has nothing to teach her? How can he convey how much he cares about her, his first daughter?
Bruce gets brought back from time and he makes things better. He brings his family back together by following Tim's advice.
And Tim?
Tim brings his dad back from the dead and Bruce changes, becomes a better father.
Bruce changes, but not everything can.
That, Tim thinks, is why Bruce never calls Tim his son.
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Beyond the Window
Summary: With her package plan a success, the only thing standing between Y/N and Spencer now was his job. But as soon as he returned home, nothing would hold them back from finally acting on their feelingsâthis time, with no windows in the way.
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI!! This fic is intended for adult audiences. Some might consider this dubcon (talk of Spencer watching reader through her window but reader had wanted him to) so please be aware of that! Fingering (f!receiving), oral (both m and f receiving), unprotected P in V sex (birth control mentioned), overstimulation/multiple orgasms (both m and f receiving), dry humping (if you squint), creampie (fuck I hate typing that), minor corruption kink, heavy praise, Virgin!Spencer, Sub!Spencer (he is pathetic and LOUD in this FYI), Soft Dom!reader, Perv!Spencer and Perv!Reader (they're back at it again LMFAO). Both fluffy and smutty. They match each otherâs freak your honor!!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader/afab!reader
A/N: Anddd done! This was, to date, the filthiest thing I've written so I'm nervous but I also loved writing it LMAO. I hope you guys enjoy part two as much as I enjoyed writing it :') I'll be putting out more sub!Spence in the future, but for now I hope you guys like this!! As always, please let me know what you guys think and if you do enjoy it then please like, reblog, and share it with your friends. <3 Thank you and I love you all!! :)
Spencer was certain the universe was playing a cruel, twisted prank on him.
It was the only explanation for being called into work early on a Sunday morning when he was supposed to be off. The night before, heâd gone to bed without replying to Y/N, hoping to come up with the perfect witty, flirty response the next dayâwhen his brain wasn't a pile of mush. As he hurried to pack a go-bag and get dressed, Spencer cursed under his breath for waiting. Now, heâd have to send a hasty, jumbled apology and hope that Y/N would still want him to come over when he got back.
While Spencer droveâa task he loathed but had no choice in, given the lack of time for the metroâPenelope briefed him on the case details. The team was being sent to Wyoming to assist with a rapidly escalating unsub, which explained the need to get there quickly. Spencer couldnât help but feel a twinge of guilt as Penelope spoke. Even with the case's urgency, his mind kept returning to Y/N.
âReid?â Penelope sighed, then tried again. âHello? Earth to Reid?!â
Spencer snapped back to reality, his face flushing as he cleared his throat. âSorry, I got distracted. What was the last part again?â
Penelope's laughter echoed through the phone. âWhatâs keeping your mind so busy? Besides all your usual genius stuff, that is."
Spencer groaned, knowing that the blonde wouldnât stop pressing until she got an answer. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly began to explain.
"Thereâs this girl who lives across from me, and Iâve had a crush on her for a while⌠Weâd run into each other a few times at the library and the coffee shop near my place, but recently, a package of hers ended up at my door. I took it to her yesterday morning, and we ended up hanging outâ" He paused, swallowing hard as his mind drifted to what had happened that night, but he quickly pushed the thought aside. "Anyway, she texted me to come over again, but then I got called in for the case. So, yeah, sheâs just been on my mind."
Spencer winced as a loud squeal erupted from the phone, quickly followed by the sound of enthusiastic clapping.
âSpencer! Thatâs adorable! Whatâs her name?â
âNope. Not a chance. I know youâll look her up and start stalking her!â Spencer protested as he pulled into the parking garage. âLook, I just got here, so Iâll see you when we get back. Please keep this between us for now, alright? I donât need everyone hounding me about it while we have a case to focus on.â
Penelope groaned dramatically but gave in, sighing in playful annoyance. âUgh, fine, lover boy. You just ruined all my fun,â she grumbled. âBe safe, my sweet angel, and tell Derek to call me when you guys land!â
Spencer finished the call and hung up, swiftly typing out a message to send to Y/N before he had to go in. His thumbs clumsily pressed the buttons as he hurried, letting out an annoyed sigh as he fumbled with his flip-phone. Heâd never been a fan of modern technology, but if getting a new phone meant it would be easier to talk to her, heâd consider it.
Good morning! I hope you slept well. Apologies for the late response. Iâd love to come over, but unfortunately, Iâve been called in for a case. Would you still like me to come by once I get back?
Spencer gave a nod to himself, hit send, then gathered his things and stepped out of the car.
Y/N paused when she heard her phone ding, toothbrush still in her mouth. She quickly finished brushing, swishing mouthwash as she walked to her room to grab her phone. Returning to the bathroom, she spat out the mouthwash before finally glancing at the waiting text.
A small giggle fell from her lips as she read Spencerâs message, leaning back against the sink as she responded.
Of course, Spencer. Only if you want to :) xoxo
He texted like an old man (which wasn't surprising, considering his wardrobe). She thought it was charming. She placed her phone on the bathroom counter and stepped toward the shower to start the water, a smile still playing on her lips from his message.
A content sigh fell from her lips once she stepped into the hot stream of water, letting the water relax her tight muscles.
As her soapy hands began to wander her body, her mind wandered back to Spencer and just how deliciously pathetic heâd looked stroking himself to the sight of her. Honestly, Y/N had worried sheâd scared the poor guy with her message after heâd watched her the night before, so seeing his text was a relief. Now, she just had to wait for him to return from his caseâand then heâd finally be all hers.
The week crawled by, each day stretching on painfully, leaving both of them restless and longing for each other's company.
Each night when Y/N came home, sheâd glance out of her curtains, hoping to see that Spencer had returned, only to let out a quiet sigh when she found he hadnât. She couldnât remember ever being this excited to see someone before. Something about Spencer had her completely hookedânot just his looks, but the man behind them. After spending time with him, she was eager to uncover more about the sweet, brilliant person who lived across from her.
Another four days went by before the text sheâd been waiting for finally came through.
Hey pretty girl, we just landed so Iâll be home in about an hour. Are you up for some company?
Y/N arched a brow as she read the message, re-reading it a few times to make sure she wasnât hallucinating. That didnât sound like Spencer at all⌠but she was too eager for him to come over to worry about it now. Sheâd figure out who actually sent it when he arrived.
With a small grin, Y/N typed her reply, then set her phone down to get ready and tidy up her apartment.
âMorgan! Come on! Are you serious?â Spencer griped, swatting at the man in an attempt to grab his phone back. âWhat did you say to her?â
Penelope had (accidentally) let it slip to Morgan that Spencer was, in her words, "dating but not dating this super cute girl who lives across from him." Naturally, sheâd ignored his requests for privacy, tracked down the tenant list for Y/Nâs building, and found her online after figuring out she was the one. So, when Morgan glanced over Spencer's shoulder and saw the carefully composed message heâd written, he snatched the phone and sent something entirely different.
âRelax, kid! Iâm just helping you out. Youâre going to scare her off if you keep talking to her like a geezer,â Morgan chuckled, tossing him back his phone before standing from his seat and stretching. âYouâre welcome, by the way.â
Spencer sighed, shaking his head in frustration before unlocking his phone to check the message. He cringed at what Morgan had sent, but then his heart skipped a beat as he read Y/Nâs reply.
Come over whenever youâre ready, pretty boy. I canât wait to see you. :)
Spencerâs face flushed as he brushed off the curious looks from the team, eager to get off the jet and head home to drop his stuff offâthen straight to Y/Nâs. A mix of nervousness and excitement churned inside him, his hands trembling as he started the drive home. It felt surreal to him, knowing not only that she was excited to see him, but that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
A firm knock at the door pulled Y/Nâs attention from the couch, a bright smile spreading across her face as she jumped up to answer it. "Coming!" she called, quickly unlocking the door. When she opened it, Spencer stood there, looking a bit nervous and holding a bag of takeout from her favorite diner.
"Oh, Spencer," she murmured, her gaze softening as she noticed the bag. "Youâre so sweet! You didnât have to get dinnerâI was planning to order something when you got here." She stepped aside to let him in, closing the door behind him and taking the bag from his hand so he could slip off his coat.
Spencer waved it off with a sheepish grin as he followed her into the kitchen. "I wanted to," he said. "I noticed you ordered from them a lot and thought it would be a nice surprise." His eyes widened in panic. "Not that Iâve been, like, stalking you or anything! And, um, I'm sorry if I didnât pick the right thing. I can run back and grab something elseâ"
âSpencer.â
Y/N sat down the plates she'd gotten out for them and silenced his nervous rambling by gently cupping his cheeks. Spencer froze mid-sentence, his mouth slightly open as he looked down at her. She smiled up at him, softly stroking her thumb along his cheekbone.
âYou did perfect, sweetheart,â she reassured him, her gaze flicking to his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. âIt was so thoughtful of you to pick up dinner. I'm sure I'll enjoy whatever you ordered. Thank you.â
Spencer swallowed, his heart pounding at the feel of her hands on his face. He drew in a deep breath, steadying himself before he whispered, âOf course.â
Y/N smiled, brushing her hand over his cheek one last time before turning back to plate the food, which looked and smelled delicious. Once she finished, she headed to the fridge, glancing back at Spencer. "Wine, water, or soda?"
"Water, please. Thank you."
Nodding, Y/N poured herself a glass of wine and then filled one with water for him. They walked into the living room, both of them buzzing with anticipation for what was to come later. They sat side by side, enjoying the warmth that came from being pressed together as they began to eat.
"So," Y/N started, laughing softly before continuing. "Who texted me from your phone earlier today? Unless the grandfather ghost inhabiting your body decided to take a rain check."
Spencer groaned in embarrassment, chuckling awkwardly as he glanced at her. "Sorry about that⌠that was my co-worker, Derek. And best friend too. He accused me of 'talking to you like a geezer' and decided to try and do better himself."
Y/N laughed even harder, putting her fork down to take a sip of her wine before replying. "I knew it wasnât you!" she said with a triumphant grin, then paused, a new realization dawning on her. "You talk about me to your team?"
Spencer hesitated, finishing his bite slowly before taking a drink and nodding. "Sort of⌠I told Penelope about you, and then she mentioned it to Derek. Iâm sorryâi-is that okay?" His fingers pushed his glasses up, a nervous habit of his.
It was more than okay. A giddy feeling rushed through her at the idea of him talking about her to his co-workers, recalling how he'd mentioned during their first hangout how much he valued them. She nodded, nudging him with her shoulder gently.
âYou apologize too much, Spence. Itâs totally fine. If anything, Iâm flattered,â she admitted with a grin.
It didnât take long for them to finish eating. Once the plates were cleared and placed in the sink, Y/N turned to Spencer, a small smirk playing on her lips. Spencer swallowed, leaning back against the counter, his eyes locked on her with a mix of curiosity as she began to speak.
"Do you watch every girl you're interested in through their window? Or am I just special?"
Her tone was playful, not angry or accusatory, but Spencer still tensed, stumbling over his words as he tried to explain himself.
"I swear I didnât mean to come off as creepy or anything," Spencer stammered. "Itâs just⌠from the moment I met you in the library, you were so captivating. And when I found out you lived across from me, I couldnât help myselfâ"
Y/N's gaze softened as she realized just how nervous he actually was, and she took a step forward, shushing him with a finger to his lips.
"Spence, hey. Look at me, sweetheart,â she murmured, her arms loosely wrapping around his neck. She waited until their eyes met, then continued, her fingers gently twisting the hair at the nape of his neck. ���I was just teasing. I wanted you to watch. Thatâs why I left my curtains open.â
Spencerâs eyes widened at her admission, a shaky sigh escaping his lips as he recalled every time sheâd left her curtains open. All this time, she had wanted him to watch. The realization sent a strange warmth through him, and he carefully placed his hands on her waist.
âSo, was the package at my door part of your plan too?â he breathed, his expression a blend of lust and adoration as he looked down at her.
Y/N's answer came in the form of a nod and a smug grin. Spencer chuckled, his nerves easing the longer he held her in his arms.
"I didnât think youâd ever make a move, so I decided to take matters into my own hands," she said softly, still grinning as she met his gaze, mirroring the admiration in his eyes.
Spencer wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer. âIs it wrong to say Iâm glad you did?â he murmured, his hands gently caressing her lower back through her shirt. âYouâre just⌠perfect. I was afraid you wouldnât even give me the time of day if Iâd tried to.â
Y/Nâs mouth fell open in surprise, her brows furrowing as she tilted her head. âAre you serious?â she asked incredulously, letting her hands slide to rest on his shoulders as she leaned back in his embrace. âSpencer, I adore you. You couldâve asked me out in the library, right then, after just thirty seconds of knowing each other, and I wouldâve said yes without a second thought. You really donât give yourself enough credit.â
She tilted her head up, brushing her nose against his, continuing before he could speak. "Let me show you just how incredible I think you are. Please?"
Spencer sucked in a sharp breath, his heart racing at her words. It was exactly what he wanted, more than anything. But he hesitated, his mouth working as he fought to find the right words.
"I'm a virgin!" he not-so-eloquently blurted out instead.
Y/N's head jerked back, blinking hard as she processed his words. Had she heard him right?
"Wait... what did you just say?"
Spencer blushed hard, averting his gaze to the ground as he repeated himself.
"I'm a virgin."
It was Y/Nâs turn to suck in a sharp breath, the admission arousing her more than sheâd care to admit. She rubbed his shoulders gently before using one of her hands to guide his face back to hers, her gaze earnest as she looked at him.
âHoney, we donât have to do anything you donât want to. We donât have to do anything at allââ
Spencer shook his head vigorously at that, a low whine emitting from his throat as he pressed his forehead to hers. âI want to do everything with you. I want to more than anything, I swear! I-I just⌠I donât want it to be bad for you,â he whispered, unnecessary shame lacing his words.
âSpencer⌠sweetheart, it would never be bad for me as long as Iâm with you,â Y/N whispered, her voice warm and steady. âI donât want you to feel pressured, babe. Honestly, we could just curl up on the couch, watch a movie, or talk. I love talking with you, about anything.â
Spencerâs heart swelled at her words. No one had ever told him they truly enjoyed his company before, nor had anyone ever shown such genuine affection or concern for his emotions. It was a feeling he hadnât known he was missing.
âIâm more than sure, Y/N. Please?â he mumbled, his grip on her hips tightening slightly. âI-I want to make you feel good.â
She paused, her eyes closing as she carefully considered her next move. After a long breath, Y/N gave a small nod, then pulled away from him completely.
âFollow me, then.â
Spencer hurried after her, nearly stumbling over his own feet in his eagerness to keep up. Once they reached her bedroom, Y/N shut the door and turned to face him, leaving him standing in the middle of her dimly lit room. He glanced around, almost in disbelief, as if he couldnât quite believe he was really hereâstanding in her room and not caught in some dream.
âBet it feels different being in here rather than just looking in,â Y/N teased, stepping closer to him.
âVery. Iâm still waiting for the cameraman to jump out and tell me itâs all a prank.â
A soft laugh escaped her, and she shook her head with a smirk. âSorry to disappoint, but thatâs not happening. No prank, sweetheart,â she hummed, her eyes catching the way his gaze swept over her, full of unspoken desire.
Y/N smirked as she took another step forward, urging Spencer backward until the backs of his knees hit her mattress. She reached up, pushing down gently on his shoulders until he gingerly sat on the bed, looking up at her with wide eyes as she moved to straddle his lap. Her fingers carded through his hair, tugging gently and eliciting a whimper from him as she cocked her head.
âQuit looking at me like that,â she murmured, scratching her nails gently against his scalp.
A shiver ran down Spencerâs spine, his brows furrowing at her words. He shifted underneath her, resting his shaking hands on her hips. His tongue poked out to wet his lips, and he didnât miss the way her eyes darkened at the sight.
âLike what?â
âLike you want me to ruin you.â
Y/Nâs words lingered in the air, their breaths the only sound breaking the stillness. The tension between them was electric, each waiting for the other to break first. Finally, Spencer did, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke.
âThatâs exactly what I want you to do.â
The slight tremble in his voice and the doe-eyed look he sported were all it took for Y/Nâs resolve to crumble completely.
With a low groan, her lips crashed onto his. Their mouths melded together, the small whine bubbling in Spencerâs throat encouraging her to kiss him even harder. His hands reached up to cradle her face, matching her intensity as their lips moved together.
It wasnât what sheâd expected at all.
Spencer didnât kiss her like the shy, hesitant man from earlier. Instead, his kiss was fiery, almost desperate, as though he wanted to drown in her and never resurface. And she found herself wanting exactly the same.
Y/Nâs hands wandered from his hair down his chest, letting her fingertips dip beneath the hem of his shirt as their tongues brushed together. Her nails gently dragged along the soft skin there, and she felt his erection twitch from where it was firmly pressed to her core. Spencer whimpered, breaking their kiss with a soft gasp as he looked up at her pleadingly.
âPlease,â he panted, his hands reaching for her hips to pull her down into him. Y/N rolled her hips against his, moaning lowly at the friction. She repeated the action once before stopping her movements, climbing off of him despite his protests with one simple command.
"Take off your clothes, Spence."
He complied immediately, scrambling to stand and strip out of his clothes. His fingers fumbled as he worked at his tie, his focus stuck on her as she undressed before him. A frustrated groan left his lips as he finally yanked the tie off, his hands moving too slowly for his own liking.
Y/N arched a brow, chuckling at his irritated noise as she stepped out of her pants. She reached up to stop his hands, beginning to unbutton his shirt herself. "What's got you so worked up, hm? It's not like it's anything you haven't seen before," she purred, sliding her hands under the fabric and slipping it off of him.
The shirt hit the ground with a muted thump, and her eyes roamed over his newly exposed skin hungrily. Spencer whined at her teasing, letting his hands roam up and down her sides as she worked on getting his pants off.
"I could see you like this an infinite amount of times, and it would still take my breath away every time," he murmured, his hands gently squeezing her hips.
A faint pink spread across her cheeks at his words, and she lifted her face to place a soft kiss on his lips, a silent thank you. No one had ever made her feel as treasured as Spencer did. He gazed at her with a devotion that felt almost reverent, as though she were someone to be worshippedâand he longed to be the one to worship her.
Which was highly ironic, considering she was the one sinking to her knees the second his pants pooled around his ankles.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Spencer's voice raised pitch as she steadied herself with her hands on his thighs, looking down at her with wide eyes, pushing his glasses back up his nose as they threatened to slip down from the angle.
"What does it look like I'm doing, sweetheart?" Y/N murmured, leaning forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to his hip. "I want your pretty cock down my throat. You okay with that?"
The sound Spencer made was almost pained, his fists clenching at his sides as he struggled to figure out what to do with his hands. His mouth parted, a stutter escaping him before he finally gave in, nodding instead. His cock twitched in his boxers, aching to feel her touch.
"Words, baby. Use your words."
Y/N's lips skimmed across his navel, peppering kisses along the smattering of hair there as she waited for his response.
"Godâyes! I'm okay with that," Spencer whined, his hips bucking forward instinctively from her touch. "Please... please touch meâ"
Y/N couldn't deny such sweet begging. It would be downright cruel if she did.
Her fingers found the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down slowly. She kept her eyes locked on his, carefully assessing his every reaction to ensure there was no trace of doubt before proceeding. When she saw none, she swiftly yanked them down the rest of the way, letting them pool around his ankles with his pants.
Spencer gasped as the chill of her bedroom air met his warm skin, goosebumps spreading across his arms as he fought the urge to shy away from her gaze. He never thought that highly of himself in the physical aspectâ all lean muscles, lanky limbs, and pale skin spattered with freckles and a few random scars. But his insecurities faded the moment he heard her breath catch, her eyes filled with admiration as they lingered on him.
"You're so beautiful, Spencer," Y/N breathed, bringing a hand up to grip him gently. "So, so beautiful."
Her mouth was on him before he could respond.
A keening sound filled the room as he watched in pure awe as she dragged her tongue up and down the length of him slowly before her lips wrapped around the flushed head of his cock, a spark of pleasure shooting up his spine as his hands flexed by his side. She sucked gently, swirling her tongue around the tip before pulling off of him to speak.
"Don't be afraid to hold onto me, sweetheart. Go ahead."
Spencer's hands immediately came up to cradle the back of her head, finding purchase as she returned to what she was doing. The sight of her on her knees and taking the length of him into her mouth had his knees almost buckling. It was something he'd dreamed about for nights on end, but now that it was actually happening, he didn't know what to do with himself.
"F-fuckâ" He whimpered, his eyes squeezing shut to prevent himself from cumming right then and there.
All he'd ever experienced before was his own hand (and occasionally some desperate humping against his mattress), so the feeling of her mouth around him was otherworldly. Just when he thought it was safe to open his eyes again, Y/N smirked around her mouthful and pushed her head down to take him in completely.
"Ohâ!" Spencer cried out as he hit the back of her throat, jolting and stumbling backward and falling out of her mouth with a slick 'pop'. His chest heaved as he reached down to grip himself tightly, staving off his orgasm. He didn't want to cum yet. Not this quickly.
"I-I'm sorry, it just felt too... too goodâ"
Y/N gently stroked his trembling thighs, pressing a kiss beneath his belly button before rising to her feet. She shushed his stammered apologies with a kiss on his forehead, caressing his face as he caught his breath. His face was flushed, both from embarrassment and arousal, and the sight was more endearing than it should have been.
"You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. Absolutely nothing," she whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before turning to crawl onto her bed. âGet up here, baby,â she crooned as she laid back against her pillows, patting the spot beside her.
Spencer almost tripped over his pants in his haste to follow after her, kicking the fabric away before he kneeled onto the mattress, smiling meekly at Y/N as she watched in amusement. "I w-wantâ" Spencer paused as he watched her lean forward so she could unclasp her bra, completely enraptured. "I want to taste you. Please?"
Desire coursed through her at his words, searing through her veins as she met his gaze. She loved how pretty the word please sounded falling from his kiss-swollen lips. She slipped free from her bra, tossing it to the ground before answering his pleading.
"Go ahead, baby. Take whatever you wantâI want you to have it all."
Spencer swallowed hard at that, a small grin playing on his lips as he moved forward to settle between her spread legs. He kneeled between them, taking off his glasses and setting them on her nightstand before lowering himself to hover over her. He bumped his nose against hers, his grin widening as he moved to tentatively kiss along the side of her neck.
Y/N moaned at the feeling, tangling her fingers into his tousled strands. He continued, trailing his kisses down the slope of her shoulder before pausing to suck a small mark into her skin, relishing in the soft noises falling from her lips. Once he was satisfied with his mark, he brought his lips down to mouth along her breast, laving his tongue over the taut bud of her nipple.
"Spenceâ" she whimpered as he closed his lips around the hardened peak, suckling with a low groan that rumbled against her skin. She tugged at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. "Feels so good, sweetheart."
Spencer hummed, pulling off her breast after a moment and switching to the other to give it the same treatment. Y/N whined, arching into his touch as he began to move down her body. What he may have lacked in physical experience, he more than compensated for with knowledge.
Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't a prude. He'd read plenty of erotic novels, as well as countless books all centered around the female anatomy and how to inflict the most pleasure so that he could at least pretend to feel prepared for his first time. It seemed to be paying off, though, if the noises she made were any indication of how he was doing.
Spencer's hands came up to rest on her hips as he settled on his stomach between her thighs, hissing softly when his erection pressed into the mattress. His eyes met hers, and the clouded look in her eyes was all the encouragement he needed.
"God, you're soaked," he whispered in astonishment as his finger traced the damp spot in the front of her panties, causing a breathy chuckle to slip from her lips.
"How could I not be?"
Spencer blushed, leaning down to kiss her inner thigh before pulling the fabric down her legs. His breath hitched at the sight of her glistening pussy, fully on display for him without the barrier of their windows in his way. Any coherent thought that was swirling around in his head vanished, replaced with an urgent need to taste her. He moved without thinking as he latched his mouth onto her eagerly, groaning against her slick skin as he began to lap at her hungrily.
"Fuck! Spencerâ" Y/N cried out, her grip on his hair tightening at the unexpected pleasure. Her head tipped back against her pillows as her hips writhed under his ministrations, rolling against his mouth as he devoured her.
There was little to no techniqueâ just pure, unbridled enthusiasm. But it felt so good that she didn't care. He alternated between sucking at her clit and thrusting his tongue into her, needy moans slipping from his lips the entire time he did.
"Fingers, babyâ" she gasped, biting her lower lip harshly to stifle a loud moan. "Use your fingers, too."
Spencer didn't need to be told twice. He pulled away from her, licking the taste of her from his lips as he brought two fingers up to her entrance. He focused his gaze on her face as he pushed them inside of her, his mouth hanging open and soft breaths panting against her skin as he began to thrust them.
"Like this?"
His tone wasn't cocky or arrogant. It was curious, like he was genuinely invested in finding out what felt the best for her. She nodded, a choked moan slipping from her lips as he grazed against that rough patch of nerves inside of her that had her hips thrashing.
Spencer watched in fascination for a moment before bringing his head back down, his eyes fluttering shut as he began to trace her clit with his tongue. His hips rocked instinctively against the bed, grinding against it in a desperate attempt to find some relief for his aching cock as he brought her closer and closer to her climax.
"Spenceâ" Y/N whimpered, her hands falling from his hair to grip the sheets as she clenched around his fingers. "I-I'm cummingâ"
Spencer groaned against her, doubling his efforts so he could watch her fall apart on his fingers. With a soft cry, Y/N came hard, her eyes squeezing shut as she trembled underneath him. He continued his movements, pumping his fingers into her gently until she was whining and wriggling away from his touch.
Spencer watched her in awe, kneading her thighs and hips to help her come down from her high.
"C'mere," she panted after a few minutes, finally opening her eyes to look up at him as he moved to hover above her.
A proud grin made its way to Spencer's face as he obeyed, resting on his forearms as he looked down at her. The hazy look in her eyes made his heart race, knowing that he was the cause of it doing more for his ego than he cared to admit. She returned his grin, leaning up to kiss him softly and tasting herself on his tongue.
"You did so good, sweetheart. Such a good boy for me," she mumbled against his lips.
She broke the kiss to press on his shoulders, rolling them over so she straddled him once more. A lazy smirk adorned her lips as he looked up at her, his pupils so dilated that the soft brown of his eyes was indiscernible. She began to rock her hips against his aching cock, a sigh slipping from her lips as her folds dragged over him.
Spencer moaned lowly at the friction, bringing his hands up to palm at her ass as she continued her movements. His fingers dug into her flesh as she spoke, but he didn't hear a single word she said as he kept his gaze locked on where her pussy was gliding along his length.
"Hey," Y/N cooed, patting his cheek gently to guide his eyes back to hers. "Eyes on me, sweetheart."
Spencer whined, his hips bucking underneath hers in an attempt to bring back the delicious friction that had been taken away when she lifted her hips. "I-I'm sorry. I wasn't listening," Spencer mumbled sheepishly, his face flushed as he held her gaze.
Y/N chuckled, tutting in mock disappointment as she gripped his chin. "I know you weren't," she muttered with an arched brow before continuing. "I was asking if you wanted to use a condom or not. I'm clean andâ"
"No condom!"
Y/N jumped, startled. The urgency in his voice sent a wave of warmth through her as she eyed him in amusement, enjoying the bashful look that immediately appeared on his face after his exclamation. Spencer cleared his throat, attempting to regain some of his dignity.
"I'm sorry⌠I didn't mean to borderline shout that," Spencer said softly, his voice cracking slightly. "I justâ I want to feel you, please. Without a condom in the way, preferably."
The grin that spread across her face could only be described as salacious as she nodded, cradling his face before leaning in for a tender kiss.
"No condom it is, then."
Y/N shifted up onto her knees, reaching between them to align him with her entrance before pausing when he spoke up.
"Iâ um... C-can I be on top of you instead?" he whispered, looking up at her with nervous eyes.
Her gaze softened at the sight, and she nodded immediately. "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want, remember?" She murmured with a fond smile, rolling off of him to lay back against the pillows.
Spencer thanked her quietly, moving to hover above her once more. His body trembled as he propped up on one arm, reaching down to line himself up with her once more. She cradled his face, stroking her thumb along his cheekbone reassuringly. He took a deep breath to steady himself before pushing forward, sinking into her.
The feeling of her tight walls wrapping around him had him keening while she moaned just as loudly in return, dropping his head into the crook of her neck as he sucked in desperate, shaky breaths. He'd never experienced pleasure so overwhelming before. He was honestly convinced he'd died right there in her arms, pressing sloppy kisses to her skin just to prove to himself that he was, in fact, still alive.
"Godâ feels so good," he began to babble, moaning softly as he pulled his hips back slightly before thrusting forward again. "So tight... so wetâ fuck!"
Y/N dug her nails into his shoulders, whimpering as he thrusted into her again, this time a little harder. "That's it, Spence," she panted, encouraging him to begin really moving. "You feel so good, baby. So fucking deep."
Spencer's hips jerked at that, his head dropping back into the crook of her neck as he began to drive into her in short, jagged thrusts. Moans slipped freely from his lips, mingling with hers as their bodies moved in tandem.
It didn't take long before the familiar tightening in his stomach came back, but he was too lost in the pleasure to stop. The feeling of Y/N around him was addictive. He seeked solace in her walls, rutting into her like a man possessed now as he sang her his praises against her skin. His hips stuttered as he lifted his head up, crashing his lips onto hers in a messy kiss as his hips pounded against hers even harder.
"Gonnaâ cum, fuck, I'm cummingâ"
Spencer cried out against her lips, burying himself as deep inside of her as he could before filling her with rope after rope of his release. A pitiful noise fell from his lips as he broke the kiss, his eyes wide as he gawked down at her. His hips stopped moving, but before he could speak, Y/N was looping her arms around his neck and pulling him down.
âDid I say you could stop fucking me, Spencer?â Y/Nâs voice was taunting in his ear, her nails digging into his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him in place.
Spencerâs brows pinched together as confusion washed over him, and his arms trembled as he struggled to remain hovering above her. His cock twitched inside of her as she canted her hips up, causing him to hiss softly from the overstimulation. His lower lip wobbled as he stared at her with a half-dazed, half-pleading look.
"W-what?"
âYou greedy boy,â Y/N purred as she rolled her hips again. She smirked at the whimper he let out before tilting her head to skim her lips across his. âDonât you want to feel me cum on your cock? Hm?â
Spencer shuddered at her words, chasing helplessly after her lips. He whined petulantly when she tilted her head, keeping him from succeeding in getting his kiss.
âI do,â Spencer whimpered, nodding fervently. âI wanna feel it so bad,â he groaned, his words beginning to slur from the pleasure coursing through him from head to toe.
âThen keep fucking me, sweetheart.â
A determined look crossed over his face, his brows knitting together as he shifted up onto his knees and pulled her hips up before thrusting forward. The change in angles had her crying out as he brushed against her sweet spot, and he grunted as he began to rock into her slowly, pushing past the sweet sting of overstimulation. He tightened his grip on her hip with one hand while his other moved to where they were connected, rubbing small, sloppy circles against her clit as he began moving with a purpose.
âMmââ Y/N groaned out, her eyes threatening to close as she struggled to keep them focused on his face. âJust like that, Spence. Ahâ!â
The sound of his hips snapping against hers paired with the slick, crude sound of him fucking his cum back into her had his head lolling back, a guttural moan rumbling in his throat.
His hips were relentless, chasing her pleasure more so than his own now. It was messy and borderline feralâtheir mixed arousal coated his pelvis and her thighs and one of the corners of the sheets had come up from Y/N yanking at them. But neither of them could find it in themselves to care.
âCum for me, Y/N,â Spencer begged, shifting her legs up onto his shoulders and clinging to her thighs as he drove into her. âPleaseâwanna feel you cum on my cock⌠I need itââ
The sound of his pleading hurled her over the edge. Y/Nâs nails nearly tore through the sheets as her eyes squeezed shut, cry after cry of his name falling from her open mouth as she came around him. Her body trembled from the force of her orgasm, her walls clenching so tightly around him that it triggered his second climax unexpectedly.
âOh my Godâ ohâ fuck!â Spencer wailed, devolving into a series of whimpers as he spilled everything he had into her.
After a moment of ragged breathing, he turned to press a kiss to her ankle before easing her limp legs off of his shoulders and to the bed. Y/N stroked his hair with shaky hands as he crumpled over on top of her, their bodies warm and damp with sweat. Their chests were heaving as they struggled to catch their breath, with Y/N whispering into his hair how good he did and how perfect heâd made her feel.
They stayed curled up for a while, but eventually, the stickiness became too much to ignore. They both stumbled into her bathroomâboth for a quick shower and for Y/N to pee to avoid a UTI. After changing the sheets, they returned to her bed, and Y/N turned away to switch off the lamp, leaving them wrapped in the peaceful darkness.
âDoes this mean youâre my girlfriend now?â Spencer asked, a shy grin on his face as she turned back to him, snuggling into his embrace as he pulled her closer.
Y/N huffed out a soft, sleepy laugh, nodding against him. âIf you want me to be, sweetheart,â she murmured, her voice heavy with exhaustion as her eyelids fluttered shut.
âOf course I want you to,â Spencer replied, his words followed by a small yawn as sleep started to take hold of him too.
âLooks like itâs official then. Iâm your girlfriend, youâre my boyfriend. Now, get some rest, my sweet boy.â
It wasnât until the following evening, after a full day spent with Y/N on their first official dateâa trip to the museum and lunch at his favorite restaurantâthat he noticed something tucked into his pocket. A giddy grin spread across Spencerâs face as he unfolded the lacy pink panties, a small note tucked inside that read: For you to take on your next case. ;) xoxo - Y/N.
Spencer glanced down at the fabric in his hands, a soft chuckle escaping him as he silently thanked whatever force had made her the one to fill the vacant apartment across from his.
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Cross My Heart
Part 3 - Working With the Enemy
Summary: eventual poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers, mini fic.
CW: mentions of wounds, medical stuff.
Previous parts - masterlist - next
AO3
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They make you leave the room with the mohawk guy while they talk.Â
Itâs been at least 10 minutes youâd wager. Theyâre deciding your fate. It makes you restless, bouncing your leg up and down while you hear their muffled voices on the other side of the door. You look over at the man in the room.
You could take him, you wouldnât have to do much just surprise him, give yourself enough time to run out the house. Maybe if you knock him hard enough you can grab his weapon. Heâs not even holding a weapon at you, his arms are crossed.Â
Youâre quick, you donât know if youâre quicker then him but his pistol is just sitting her in his holster.Â
âSee something you like?â He asks, snapping you out of your head, you look up at him.
âWhy join the army when your country is not at war?â
âWhy not pick a side when yours is?â You scoff, shaking your head. Like he would understand what itâs like. Just like the Americans, there always has to be a good and a bad.Â
âYouâre not british?â You ask.Â
âScottish.â He replies. You didn't think you were going to get a sincere reply, you smile. He looks over at you and you look away, back to the door.
âEver think about whatâs going to happen when the war ends?â He asks. You laugh, you donât really mean it, it just seems like such a stupid question.Â
âIâll be long gone before that happens.â You say crossing your arms and leaning back in the chair. Youâve dropped the idea of escaping it seems. Maybe you can get more info from them, useful info. A Lot of people would pay good money for SAS intel. Â
âReally? Where would you go?â He asks like heâs interested all of a sudden.
âAmerica, Russia. Somewhere with a fuck load of land.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
âFarming sounds like fun. Being self-sufficient, that kind of thing.â You say. He raises an eyebrow like he doesnât believe you.Â
âWhat about you? Got any dreams or are you planning on dying for your country?â You ask bitterly. What makes him think heâs any better than you? Because he took an oath? Fuck him.Â
âWho knows, might do. Whatâs better though a quick fulfilled life or a long unfulfilled one?â He says. You frown at him. What the fuck does that mean?
âWhat? Were you a psychologist in another life?â You ask, looking away. He chuckles, you ignore him. You both sit there in silence for what feels like ages. You can still hear mumbling, theyâre still talking. They could be deciding to execute you. Youâre the enemy, they donât even need to make it look like an accident. Boom bullet in your head job done.Â
You just hope itâll be quick. Or maybe theyâll decide to torture you for intel, not that you know much.Â
âWhatâs your name?â You turn to the man.Â
âSoap.âÂ
âSoap? Like what you wash with?â You ask, raising an eyebrow. He nods, you scoff, shaking your head and looking away.
Soap, Ghost, Gaz and Price. What a fucking mess youâve got yourself in.Â
âŚ
The door swings open, it makes you jump. Soap springs to his feet, you wait.Â
âHe wants to talk to you.â Gaz says, he barely looks at you as he moves out the way of the door. You stand up swallowing the fear rising in you. You walk back into the room. Price is sat up on the sofa now a hand pressed on the bandages on his stomach, thereâs an electronic tablet by his side. That probably has a lot of expensive intel on it.Â
Ghostâs stood behind the sofa with his arms crossed. You look at him quickly then to Price as you stop in front of him. He looks round you, he still looks clammy, at least there is some colour back in his face. Thatâs got to be good, at least whatever you did didn't kill him.Â
âYou said you could pull the bullet out?â He asks. You look round the room not quite believing what youâre hearing.Â
âNo, I said you needed a hospital.â You cross your arms. Price smiles leaning back on the sofa, his face winces in pain even though he tries to hide it.Â
âI want you to pull it out.â
âPrice!â You hear Gaz say. âThat's not what we discussed.âÂ
âIâm sorry. Even if I could just pull it out, I donât have any equipment. No sterile field, an x-ray.â You stop throwing your hands up. âI could kill you. I donât exactly want the blood of a SAS soldier on my hands.â Â
âI could die anyway?âÂ
âYouâre still talking, moving, breathing.â Youâre getting frustrated, thereâs no way youâre going to do this. If you kill him theyâll blame you itâs a death sentence.Â
âWhich means the bullet probably missed anything vital.â He says as a matter of fact. You look down at the wound, his hand still resting on the bandages. The bleeding is under control, he seems fine other than the hole in his stomach.Â
âMaybe. I donât know but I'm not doing what would basically be surgery on you in a shitty safehouse.â You say squeezing the bridge of your nose. âLike I said I donât even have the tools.âÂ
âThe vets in the next town over, will it have what you need?â You stop pinching your nose. You donât say anything. There is no way this is happening. Â
âYouâre crazy.â You scoff, holding your hands up then letting them fall back down by your side. You look round at everyone. No one is saying anything, Price has a smile on his lips you just want to slap off.Â
âCâmere.â He says moving and gesturing for you to step closer. You just stand there gawking at him, no one is saying anything. You look up at Ghost, his eyes are digging into you. You swallow again, taking a step over to him. This time everyone does move, ever so slightly but enough for you to notice. Priceâs hand reaches out to press on his side.Â
âFeel that.â He says. You look up at him unsure what to do, he nods at you. You shake your head for a second letting out a sigh and press where he instructed.Â
Holy shit, itâs hard just under his skin. Itâs the bullet. You could pull that out no problem, then you could stitch up the rest of his wounds.
âStill donât think you could get it out?â He asks as you stand back up. Your eyes flick back up to Ghost. You press your lips together thinking, you could do this.
âWhatâs in it for me?â You ask. Now itâs negotiation time. You hear Gaz scoff.Â
âWe let you walk out here alive.â Gaz says, thereâs anger in his voice. You turn to look at him. Heâs definitely the most reserved out of all them, he held a gun to your head. He would kill you, all he needs is an excuse. You look back down at Price.Â
âYour life for mine.âÂ
âDramatic.â You scoff. You hear Soap chuckle behind you.Â
âI want asylum, in the UK.â You say, crossing your arms. It's not America but itâs a start. Â
âFine.â Price says. You look at him shocked.Â
âJust like that?â You ask frowning, itâs almost too go to be true.Â
âJust like that. You need to get us into Russia though. Quietly, you said youâre a good smuggler, weâll even pay you for it.â Price says. Now you really donât believe him. Itâs a challenge though, you can see it in his eyes.Â
âI would need to go to the vets for the supplies.â You say.
âGhost will go with you.â Price says. This is risky, they could be lying. They could kill you as soon as theyâre done with you. If they want you to take them over the border you could hand them over to Konni. Makarov would probably pay you enough to retire if you handed him 4 SAS soldiers, fuck it heâd probably give you a mansion somewere in Russia.Â
âHow do I know I can trust you?â You ask.
âHow do we know we can trust you?â Price says back, tipping his head. TouchĂŠ. You smile.Â
âOkay. Iâll help.â You hold your hand out, he shuffles uncomfortably but leans forward to shake your hand.Â
You donât trust them, but they donât trust you. No way youâre going to let them betray you though. Thatâs your job.
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Tasting temptations
jake + fÂĄreader â âĄ
WARNINGS â dom!jake, readerÂĄsub, riding him while he's eating, hair pulling, grinding, raw sex (stay safe, don't do it.) he calls her slut once, praising and pet names.
Note : my first post on here, i hope i did good! i haven't wrote in a while, i just got back into it â (ËśË áľ ËËś) this is proofread !!!!
It was a normal night, jake just got home from work and made himself a quick meal, ramen. He was in the living room, sitting on the couch with his bowl of ramen on the coffee table, eating quietly. Jake is oblivious to how needy you've been feeling lately, especially with him rarely home. You slowly made your way over to the living room, standing infront of him which causes him to lift his head up, looking up at you with wide eyes and still chewing on his food.
"hey baby. you want some?" He lifts up his bowl to you and you nod. "come sit with me baby." He pats the empty space next to him, but instead of doing that you settled on his lap. Jake lets out a quiet groan, placing the bowl back on the table and props his hands on your hips. Your arms immediately going around his neck as you lean in to place small kisses on his collbarbone which is showing due to his black tanktop.
Jake lets out a soft sigh, caressing your back with small circles. Your kisses trailing up to his neck now, gently nibbling at his skin. "mm?... whats this about?" He chuckles a bit and you raise your head up to look at him, locking eyecontact for a moment. "What do you mean?" you say quietly. He raises an eyebrow, replying back with, "i dunno... you just seem... intense?" he searches for your eyes once more, tilting his head.
"Really? Well im... fine." he looks unamused but grabs his bowl, continuing to slurp up his noodles. The heat beneath you guys becomes evident, and you unintentionally move your hips for more friction. Jake lets out a soft grunt, causing him to slightly choke on his noodles. "b...baby what are you doing?-" your now practically humping his thigh slowly like a dog in heat. He swallows hard on his food, his lips slightly parting as he watches you.
"fuck- baby hold on..." hes trying to regain his composure while your panting heavily, looking at him with desperate eyes. "Mmph... jake i need you." He gulps, letting out a soft whimper as you swirl your hips around his lap causing his body to tremble slightly. "need me... for what, baby?" he murmurs, voice breathy and eyes wide with realization. he swallows hard, his cock already twitching in his sweatpants at your sensual movements. "...ohhh..."
Jake takes another bite out of his ramen, he's trying to eat and finish up faster but its hard when your moving on his lap. "baby let me just finish eating real quick-" Its too late though, your already fondling with his belt, in a desperate attempt to undo it. He doesn't stop you, instead he watches, the food being forgotten.
Once you finally undo his belt, you throw it aside, working on his zipper now. You notice the tent in his pants, and he slightly jerks his hips upward. "fuck baby..." You glance at him, tugging his pants down to his hips before asking, "You gonna finish eating or no? Because i wont wait." He takes another bite out of his noodles with shakey hands, he's halfway done but with you literally stripping him, he keeps getting distracted. "im trying y'know. but its hard when your...-" At this point your desperate so you just pull his boxers down.
His aching cock finally springs free. His hands are so shakey he can barely grip on the chopsticks to continue eating. "I forgot how big you are..." you say, causing his cock to twitch. You then slide your hand down, fingertips tracing the slim and long base. He arches his back, almost dropping the bowl. "ahh... fuckk..." he moans out, struggling to say coherent words. "Im barely touching you." Your hand finally wraps around the veiny shaft, his hips snapping upwards in desperation for more of your touch. "So sensitive..."
You stroke his length up and down a few times while he bites his lower lip to surpress a moan. "sit on it please h...hahhh.." he mumbles, barely audible before moving the bowl aside. He hasnt finished eating but at this point he doesnt care, he needs you. Finally, you shove down your shorts and panties, he watches as you do so and immediately goes to grab your ass. He lifts his hips up slightly, the tip rubbing against your bare slit which causes you to gasp and throw your head back. "Ahh jake..." gripping onto his shoulders, you finally sink down onto his length, only halfway though since he's big.
"fuck babygirl!" he moans out loudly, digging his nails into your hips. Your body is already shaking but you havent even taken it all yet. "shit your so tight..." his words made your eyes roll back, and with one swift movement you finally sink all the way down, taking every inch of him. You let out a loud moan that echoes around the living room, jakes mouth is slightly opened from the pleasure of being inside of you almost too much. After a few seconds of adjusting to his size, you slowly start moving up and down on his cock.
Jake tilts his head back against the couch, his hand on the small of your back. "So big-..." you whine out, gripping tightly on his shoulders for leverage as you begin to bounce up and down on his cock wildy. The quiet room being filled with nothing but skin slapping against skin.
"Ahhhh... ohhh..." is all that came out of your mouth. "princess... your riding it like a pro," He breathes out. Your lost in pleasure, whimpering and moaning loud enough for the neighbours to hear. "F...fuck jake, it feels so-..." his large hands wrap around your waist, helping you keep up with your pace on his cock. "yeah?... yeah it feels good baby?" He says with shakey breaths in between, "fuckkk yeah... your riding my cock stupid arent you slut? cant speak huh?" His dirty talk just makes your whole body tremble, almost completely losing it. "please... dont stop baby..."
You move your hips in a circle motion, his length plunging so deep inside of you it feels like your in ecstasy. His thick cock splitting your pussy open and stretching your inner walls to the limit. "J..jake i might-" you get cut off when you feel him slam his hips upward, bucking his hips wildy causing a loud scream of pleasure to come out of your mouth. He leans forward, sucking a hickey into the soft flesh of your neck as he continues to ruthlessly pump his cock in and out of your sopping wet pussy. Slightly pulling your hair back.
"what was that babygirl?" He grunts out, chuckling softly, "I... im gonna cum!" Your voice is high pitched as he holds you in place, bouncing you aggressively on his shaft. "cum for me princess..." and with that, you reached your climax, cumming hard on his dick. Jake's cock was pulsing violently inside you. "fuck yeah..." He lets out a loud, animalistic grunt as he starts to cum, his hot load erupting deep inside your pussy in thick, powerful spurts. "FUCK!" He shouts in pleasure, his head falling back against the couch as you collapse ontop of him.
The both of you are breathless for a few moments before you speak up quietly, "Was it good?" Jake pants heavily, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. "damn near broke my dick it was so good..." He kisses your throat, his hands roaming back down to grab your thighs and caress them softly. "shit, i love you princess," He whispers softly into your ear. "I love you too baby," you reply.
đ: ok i ended up writing a bit more than intended!!!! Anyways i hope this was good AHHđ
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Ë ŕź ŕ Ë. prankd!
summary. dean really doesn't like when someone touches the impala.
pairing. dean winchester x reader
wordcount. 643
Youâve been waiting for the perfect moment to pull this off, and today is the day. Deanâs holed up, deep into research mode with Sam, which gives you enough time to put your plan into action. Youâve hidden BabyâDeanâs pride and joyâin the safest spot you could think of: a secluded spot a couple of miles from Bobbyâs old garage, tucked under a tarp.
By the time Dean emerges from the bunker, youâre leaning on the hood of your car, trying to look casual as you sip your beer.
Dean steps out, his green eyes scanning the parking lot. âWhereâs Baby?â
You shrug, keeping your expression neutral. âWhat do you mean?â
Dean frowns, his gaze snapping back to the empty space where the Impala usually sits. âSheâs not there.â
Sam appears behind him, looking up from his phone. âWhatâs going on?â
âBabyâs gone,â Dean says, his voice tinged with a mixture of panic and anger.
Sam blinks, clearly trying to process the information. âWhat do you mean, âgoneâ?â
âSheâs not here!â Dean growls, his hands flying up in frustration. He spins to face you, suspicion narrowing his eyes. âYou wouldnât happen to know anything about this, would you?â
You raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence. âWhy would I know anything? Maybe you misplaced her.â
Deanâs jaw drops, and he looks genuinely offended. âMisplaced? I donât misplace Baby.â
âWell, sheâs not here, soâŚâ you say, trailing off with a shrug. The small glint in the glare you give him should be the indicator that you're the culprit, but Dean's too much in his head to even notice.
Dean paces the lot, running a hand through his hair. âWho the hell steals a car out here? Weâre in the middle of nowhere!â
Sam folds his arms, smirking slightly as he glances at you. âDean, maybe you should calm down.â
âCalm down?â Dean snaps. âSam, my carâs missing!â
âDean, itâs just a car,â you tease, unable to resist poking the bear a little.
Dean freezes, slowly turning to face you. âJust a car?â His voice is low, dangerous.
You bite back a laugh, holding up your hands in mock surrender. âOkay, okay, donât have a coronary.â
âOh, you little minx... Where is she?â Dean demands, stepping closer, his green eyes boring into yours.
You finally let the grin break through, unable to hold it back any longer. âThe care is safe, Dean. I just moved it.â His eye almost twists as you call Baby it.
Dean stares at you, his expression unreadable for a moment, before he growls, âYou what?â
âI moved her,â you repeat, pushing off your car. âSheâs fine. I even covered her with a tarp so she wouldnât get dusty.â
âYouâre kidding me,â Dean mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. âWhy the hell would you do that?â
âPayback?â you offer, smiling sweetly.
Dean shakes his head, muttering under his breath as he heads for your car. âShow me where she is. Now.â
The drive is filled with Dean grumbling about how youâve got a death wish and Sam laughing in the backseat, clearly enjoying the show. When you finally pull up to the hidden spot, Dean bolts out of the car before youâve even come to a full stop.
He whips the tarp off the Impala and sighs in relief, running his hand along her glossy black paint. âBaby, I missed you,â he murmurs.
You lean against the doorframe, arms crossed. âSee? Sheâs fine.â
Dean glares at you, but thereâs a glint of amusement in his eyes. âYou just wait,â
âI'm shakingâ you tease, stepping closer.
Dean smirks, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. âYou're lucky I like you,â
You grin, leaning up closer. âAdmit it, I got you good.â
Dean huffs, shaking his head. âFine, you got me. But youâre never touching Baby again.â
âDeal,â you say, your smile wide.
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WAITING AINâT EASY
drew starkey x fem!reader
SUMMARY: after 6 gruelling months of long distance with drew, y/n decides to surprise him on set. listen to âwaiting ainât easyâ â Evan Honer!!
based on this ask !! i really hope you enjoy my lovely :) amazing ask as always !! i made a little twist on it though, and added some angsty goodness to make it more emotional <3
WARNINGS: angst to fluff, fighting, crying, mentions of breaking up, long distance relationship, like one (?) curse word, brief mention of cheating rumours (made by the media) and i think thatâs it? (lmk if i missed anything !!)
WORD COUNT: 1.8k
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Y/N stared out at the crashing waves outside her beachfront rental in Australia, the sun dipping low in a painted sky of reds and golds. Normally, she would've snapped a picture to send Drew, knowing how much he loved sunsets. But tonight, her phone sat abandoned on the kitchen counter, vibrating occasionally with notifications she couldn't bring herself to check.
It had been nearly six months since she'd left for Australia to film her new movie, a dream opportunity that she'd accepted with boundless enthusiasm. Drew had been so supportive at first, kissing her forehead and promising her they'd figure it out. "Eight months will fly by," he'd said. "We'll make it work." And for a while, they had.
The first few months had been manageableâlate-night FaceTime calls, text messages scattered throughout the day, photos exchanged to make each other smile. But as the weeks turned into months, the strain started to show. The time difference, their conflicting schedules, and the exhaustion from their respective work had turned their once-effortless connection into something fragmented and brittle.
And then there were the rumors.
The first article had popped up about a month ago, with pictures of Y/N and her co-star, Paul Mescal, leaving a restaurant. They'd been with a group of castmates, but the tabloids didn't care about context. The angle made it look intimate, as if the two of them had been alone. Headlines screamed: "New Flame on Set?" and "Trouble in Paradise for Drew Starkey and Y/N?"
Drew hadn't believed the rumorsânot really. He knew how tabloids worked. But the seed of doubt had been planted. Their conversations became laced with tension. "Why didn't you tell me you were going out?" Drew had asked one night, his voice tight.
"I didn't think I had to give you a play-by-play of my day," she'd snapped, the exhaustion from a grueling shoot making her sharper than she intended.
"I'm not asking for a play-by-play, Y/N. I just want to know what's going on in your life. Is that too much to ask?"
The fight spiraled from there, unresolved, and left a bitter taste that lingered.
Tonight, their most recent argument had pushed them to a breaking point.
She answered the phone after his third call, her voice strained. "Hey."
"Hey," Drew replied, the weight of unspoken words heavy in the silence that followed.
"I'm sorry I didn't call earlier," she began, trying to preempt his frustration. "I got caught up on set, andâ"
"Y/N, you always get caught up on set," Drew interrupted, his tone clipped. "I'm starting to feel like I'm not a priority anymore."
Her heart sank. "That's not fair."
"Isn't it? Because it feels like I'm the only one trying here."
"Trying?" she repeated, her voice rising. "Drew, do you know how hard this has been for me too? I miss you every single day, but I can't just drop everything to cater to your insecurities."
"Insecurities?" he echoed, incredulous. "You're calling me insecure because I want to spend more than five minutes talking to my girlfriend? Because I'm tired of feeling like I'm the last thing on your mind?"
"Don't do this," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Don't twist this into something it's not."
"Then tell me what it is, Y/N," he shot back. "Because right now, it feels like we're falling apart."
Her throat tightened. "Maybe we are," she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Drew exhaled shakily on the other end of the line. "Do you really believe that?"
"I don't know what I believe anymore," she admitted, tears streaming down her face. "This... this isn't what I thought it would be. I didn't think it would hurt this much."
"You think I don't hurt too?" His voice cracked, raw with emotion. "You think I don't lie awake every night wishing you were here? That I don't feel like I'm losing my mind wondering if this is worth it anymore?"
Her chest tightened painfully, but she couldn't find the words to soothe him. To soothe herself. The weight of their loveâtheir painâpressed down on her like a crushing wave.
"I can't do this right now," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," Drew said bitterly, "of course you can't."
And then the line went dead.
Y/N stared at the screen, her hand trembling as the call ended. She wanted to call him back, to take it all back, but the words hung in the air between them, too heavy to ignore.
Halfway across the world in Charleston, Drew sat in his apartment, his phone clutched in his hand. He stared at the empty screen, the echo of their fight replaying in his mind. The silence in the room was deafening, the loneliness suffocating.
They were both alone, yet they'd never felt further apart.
â
Drew sat on set, legs stretched out as he leaned back in his chair, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. The day had been slow, and while he loved working on Outer Banks, his mind wasn't fully there. It hadn't been for weeks. The weight of his argument with Y/N lingered, the harsh words and silence that followed gnawing at him.
He sighed, locking his phone and tossing it onto the nearby table. The OBX cast was scattered around the set, some chatting, others grabbing snacks. Madelyn, Madison and Carlacia were huddled together near the craft services table, giggling about something. Their sudden burst of laughter caught Drew's attention.
"What's so funny?" he called out, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing!" Madison replied quickly, a little too quickly. She nudged Carlacia, who bit her lip to stifle another laugh.
Suspicious, Drew tilted his head but didn't press further. He wasn't in the mood for their antics today. As much as he loved his friends, all he really wanted was Y/N. Six months apart felt like an eternity, and knowing they still had two more months to go made the ache in his chest worse.
What he didn't know was that Y/N was only minutes away.
Y/N stepped off the plane, her heart pounding as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder. She had managed to keep the wrap of her film a secret from Drew, wanting to surprise him in the best way possible. It hadn't been easy; she'd had to bite her tongue during their rare phone calls and carefully avoid social media posts that might tip him off.
Madelyn, Madison and Carlacia had been the first people she told about her plan, and they had been more than happy to help. When she landed, they were waiting for her, practically vibrating with excitement.
"You ready to blow his mind?" Madelyn asked, grinning as she pulled Y/N into a hug.
"I've never been more ready," Y/N said, her nerves and excitement warring within her.
Carlacia held up her phone, ready to document everything. "Okay, we've got this all planned. He's sitting in the main lounge area. You just walk in, and we'll follow behind you."
Y/N nodded, exhaling shakily. "Let's do this."
Back on set, Drew was oblivious. The girls had disappeared somewhere, but he didn't think much of it. They were always running off to do their own thing. He leaned forward, rubbing his hands over his face as exhaustion crept in.
The sound of footsteps approaching barely registered until he heard a familiar voice, soft and hesitant.
"Hey, Starkey."
Drew's head whipped around so fast that his chair tipped backward, clattering to the floor. He stumbled to his feet, his heart racing as his eyes locked on her.
"Y/N?" His voice cracked, disbelief written all over his face.
Before she could say another word, Drew launched himself toward her, nearly tripping over his fallen chair in his haste. He reached her in seconds, his arms wrapping tightly around her as he lifted her off the ground.
"Y/N," he choked out, his voice breaking as he buried his face in her shoulder.
She clung to him just as tightly, her arms wrapped around his neck as tears spilled down her cheeks. "Hi, baby," she whispered, her voice shaking.
Drew pulled back just enough to look at her, his face streaked with tears. "You're here? How are you here? I thoughtâ"
"My shoot wrapped early," she interrupted, laughing through her tears. "I wanted to surprise you."
Drew didn't hesitate. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss so full of love and longing that it made Y/N's knees weak. Around them, the cast erupted in exaggerated groans and laughter.
"Get a room!" Rudy teased, shielding his eyes dramatically.
"Y'all are gonna make me cry," Carlacia joked, still filming the entire moment.
When Drew finally pulled away, his forehead rested against Y/N's, his tears falling freely now. "God, I missed you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I missed you so fucking much."
"I missed you too," Y/N said, her hands cupping his face as she brushed away his tears. "I'm so sorry, Drew. For everything. For the fight, for the silence. I hated it. I hated being apart from you."
"Me too," Drew admitted, his voice cracking again. "I was so scared, Y/N. Scared I was losing you."
"Never," she said firmly. "I was scared too, but I never stopped loving you. Not for a second."
Drew let out a shaky laugh, his arms tightening around her as if he were afraid she might disappear. "Waiting ain't easy," he said softly, his eyes searching hers, "but it's worth it for you. Always."
Y/N felt fresh tears well up as she kissed him again, pouring every ounce of love and reassurance she had into it. When they finally broke apart, the cast was clapping and cheering, much to Drew's embarrassment.
"Alright, alright, show's over," Drew said, his cheeks flushed as he waved them off. But he couldn't stop smiling, and his hand never left Y/N's.
Carlacia walked up, showing them the video she had taken. "You two are gonna want this later. It's a tearjerker."
Drew chuckled, pulling Y/N closer. "Thanks, Laci."
As the cast gave them some space, Drew turned to Y/N, his eyes still glistening. "You're really here," he said again, as if he couldn't quite believe it.
"I'm here," she confirmed, her smile soft. "And I'm not going anywhere."
Drew's expression softened, his love for her radiating in his gaze. "Good. Because I don't ever want to do this without you again."
They spent the rest of the day glued to each other, catching up, apologising, and soaking in every second of finally being together again.
For the first time in six months, everything felt right.
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Another Chance (Dabi x reader)
a/n: grrrr all I can think about is Touya I just love him so so much!!! His ending and the entire LOV's endings still have me so :( and I've been imagining what it would look like if they all survived the war and got to live. Which led me to write up this fic where the reader was dating Dabi pre-war and didn't know he survived until Shoto sought you out and allow y'all to reunite!!! There's a hint of angst but overall it's very cutey because Touya deserves all the love!!!
wc: 1017
"I've killed over 30 innocent civilians. The firstborn of the Todoroki family. I am going to tell you all why I committed these heinous crimes."
Despite the words leaving the villain's mouth, you couldn't help but smile softly as you rewatched Dabi's reveal video for the fifth time. Work was slow and you were missing him a little more than usual today. Besides, it really was all you had left of him.
It had been almost three months since the war between heroes and villains went down, completely changing the world you once knew. This meant it was coming up on three months since you last saw your lover. Since the night he broke up with you, saying his time in this world was up and you should move forward. Without him.
"Excuse me," a young man says as he approaches the front desk you're seated behind. His voice snaps you out of your spiraling heartbroken thoughts. You take a deep breath, pulling yourself together and throwing on your customer service face. "Are you ______?"
"I am. How can I help you today?"
"My name is Shoto Todoroki." Your stomach drops. "Do you have a minute to talk?"
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For the first time in months, the week flew by. Today was finally the day you were going to reunited with Dabi. As excited as you were, anxiety was growing more and more inside your head. What if he didn't actually want to see you? What if you only make things harder for him? He was already suffering so much, maybe it would be better if you just went home and never came back and-
"He's going to be happy to see you." Shoto smiles as he places a hand on your shakey shoulder, breaking silence in the waiting room where you sat with his siblings and mother, all waiting for Touya to wake up from his nap.
"Yeah the idiot has been saying your name like every other day," Natsuo chimes in with a wide grin. "Still can't believe out of all his secrets, he had a gorgeous partner this whole time. You sure you're not some spy or something?" Fuyumi slaps his shoulder, shooting you an apologetic look before the two bicker. You chuckle at the sight, feeling your anxiety go down. You never imagined Dabi would have come from such a lively family.
"He's awake," a nurse approaches your group. You stand up with his siblings, Rei smiling softly at everyone before you all walk into his hospital room.
"Touya-nii," Shoto is the first to speak upon entering the room. "You have a guest."
"Yeah well fuck off," he grumbles, closing his eyes again despite just waking up.
"Well you heard him ______, guess we should head then," Natsuo teased loudly. Touya's eyes widen at hearing this, sitting up on the bed as his eyes scanned the room, landing on you with a shocked expression.
"________?" he asked in disbelief that you were standing here in front of him. Fuyumi and Natsuo snicker hearing his heart monitor rapidly beat, causing Touya to throw up a middle finger their way before returning his focus on you. You stood awkwardly as he sat awkwardly, unsure what to do next.
"Let's give them some privacy, yeah?" Fuyumi grabs Shoto and Natsuo before heading out the room, closing the door behind her. The silence persists until you speak up.
"Is it okay if I sit?" you ask, pointing to a spot on the large hospital bed. The size of the bed and private room must be a perk that comes with the Number One Hero's money paying for your medical bills. He nods, shakey bandaged hands smoothing out the bedsheets before you take a seat with him. "So Dabi-"
"Touya," he cuts you off. "You can call me Touya. At this point Dabi is gone." He sounded so nervous as he spoke it made your heart ache.
"Okay," you respond. "So Touya," you giggle upon hearing his heart rate monitor speed up again after saying his name. You take a shakey deep breath, collecting your thoughts. There was so much you wanted to say to him. You wanted to yell at him for leaving you. You wanted to cry, thanking the heavens and earth he was still alive. You wanted to make him promise he'd never do this to you again. Yet every time you went to open your mouth, no words would leave. Touya took notice to the conflicting emotions on your face each time you went to speak, the heavy weight of guilt tugging at his heart.
"I-I'm so sorry....." his words were quiet and it sounded like he was about to cry. He doesn't expect you to forgive me. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if you didn't love him anymore. His heart sank as he heard muffled sobs leaving your mouth. He couldn't look at you.
"Can we start over?" you smile as he finally meets your teary eyes. His bandaged hand reaches to cup your face, thumb rubbing away the tears that have fallen from your eyes. He felt didn't deserve another chance at life like this, but god he wanted it more than anything. This time it wasn't because of hatred or spite. No he wanted to live out of love. Out of love for his siblings. For his mother. For you. Especially for you.
"Yeah, I'd like that," his voice is shakey as he speaks. He feels insanely nervous as he asks his next question, as if it's the first time he's ever asked you this. "C-can I kiss you?"
"Please." You don't care how desperate you sound in your answer. You needed him to know how you've been longing for him all this time, how he hadn't left your thoughts once since the last night you saw him. He pulls you into a sweet, gentle kiss. His lips are more burnt than the last time you shared a kiss, but it doesn't matter. He still tastes the same. He's still the same man you love. And this time, neither of you were going to let the other get away.
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Summer Days
summary. you get hired as Gong Yooâs personal photographer as a summer jobâ however things change once he starts catching feelings for his little paparazzi.
warning. photos might not correspond with the set season or place, some pictures may not be exactly of Gong Yoo but they are meant to be him so just imagine it being him, not proof read, mentions of reader growing up in Seoul but no specific skin colour, ethnicity or anything like that was mentioned
Email after email⌠yet none were answered. You were trying to get a job as a photographer for the summer, trying to get out of the house, travel a bitâ maybe even meet a few hot celebrities.. and of course get money for your necessities.
You were in your 30s, living in a small apartment in Tokyo which was enough for you alone, but something inside of you wanted a change.
It had been tough, though. In your 30s, living alone in a modest space, the quiet moments often stretched too long. Youâd spent countless hours applying for jobs, most with no response, and the few rejections you received stung even worse. Then came the call from your mother.
âHey, sweetheart. Howâs the summer job hunt going?â she asked cheerily, her warmth radiating through the phone. Though you couldnât see her, you could easily picture her familiar smile. You sighed, massaging your temple. âMom, I told you yesterdayâno oneâs answered me yet,â you admitted, the words tasting bitter as they left your mouth. It was embarrassing enough being 37 and struggling to find work, but confessing it to your mother made it even harder. âOh, right,â she said, not missing a beat. âDonât worry, honeyâtheyâll be fighting over you as their photographer in no time!â Her light laugh managed to coax a smile out of you. Somewhere deep in your chest, hope flickered. âThanks, Mom. I love you,â you said softly. âI love you too, dear. And Iâm so, so proud of you.â
The line clicked, leaving you in the stillness of your apartment. You sighed again, though this time there was a glimmer of contentment in it. As much as you missed your family in Seoul, you were determined to make this new life in Japan work.
As if on que, you got an email;
âMiss [Name] [Last Name],
Weâve read through your email and saw the photographs you listed in your portfolio and weâre happy to announce weâd like to have you as a personal photographer for Gong Ji-cheolâ or professionally known as Gong Yoo. Please respond as quickly as possible so we can book you a flight to Seol where youâd get picked up. Further information will be given once you arrive.
Kind regards, Management Soop.â
Your jaw dropped. A squeal of excitement erupted before you could stop yourself, and you jumped out of your chair so fast it toppled to the floor. Clutching your chest to steady your racing heart, you took a deep breath and quickly typed out a reply.
What followed was a blur of packing and planning. Before long, you were on a plane back to Seoul, staring out the window with a small, satisfied smile.
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annacathcart have a safe trip girl!!
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The car stopped in front of a tall apartment building. A man from Management Soopâyour temporary managerâled you inside and handed you a set of keys. âThis will be your home for the time youâll be working for us. Unpack and get some rest. Be ready by 5 AM tomorrowâ Iâll explain everything then so meet me in the lobby on time.â
And with a snap of your fingers; the next morning cameâ âYes, you heard correctlyâ weâre going to Jeju.â The manager said with a sigh before chuckling at your enthusiasm. âCome on now weâll miss the plane.â âWill Gong Yoo be meeting us there?â You asked with curiosity, getting a simple nod as your response.
When you finally arrived on Jeju Island, the sea breeze kissed your skin, and the scenery was as breathtaking as youâd imagined. You caught a glimpse of Gong Yoo from afar but there was no chance to speak to him yet. You all settled in a cabin, large enough for everyoneâ and your equipment which was off to a great start in your book. Your room was right across from the manager while Gong Yoo was upstairs. It was cozy, and you couldnât wait to spend the week there.
As the evening rolled in, everyone gathered for a brief meeting. Gong Yoo finally joined the group, descending the staircase with an air of effortless charm. When his gaze landed on you, he offered a small but genuine smile. âYou must be our photographer,â he said, his deep voice smoother than you expected. You nodded, suddenly aware of how dry your throat felt. âYes. Itâs a pleasure to meet you,â you managed to say, giving a small bow. He chuckled softly. âLikewise. I hope youâre ready for some early mornings and long hikes.â You smiled back, the initial nerves giving way to excitement. âI wouldnât be here if I wasnât.â
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gongyoostan who dat in the baaack (behind the camera)
â°â⤠management.soop replied Gong Yooâs new personal photographerâ every picture taken during summer time is taken by @.yn.phot0graphs :)
â°â⤠yn.phot0graphs replied ME ME ME i mean hi Iâm the new photographer of the team :3
The manager clapped his hands, drawing everyoneâs attention. âAlright, team. Tomorrowâs itinerary is packed. Weâll start before sunrise to catch the golden hour at Hamdeok beach. Itâs going to be a long day, so get plenty of rest tonight.â
As everyone dispersed, you lingered by the window, gazing out at the moonlit landscape. The faint hum of conversation drifted from the kitchen, where Gong Yoo and the manager were chatting over tea. It felt surreal, being in the midst of all this, on the cusp of a week that could change your life.
The next morning, your alarm blared at 4:00 AM. Groggily, you got dressed and grabbed your gear, double-checking everything before heading downstairs. Gong Yoo was already there, sipping coffee and looking impossibly awake for such an early hour. He glanced at you and smiled. âMorning,â he said. âMorning,â you replied, suppressing a yawn. The team piled into a van, driving through the dark until you reached your destination. By the time you arrived, the sky was beginning to blush with hints of orange and gold. You quickly set up your equipment, the cool morning air sharp against your skin.
Gong Yoo stood a few meters away, gazing at the horizon. You took a moment to frame the shot: the rising sun casting a warm glow, and Gong Yoo, serene and reflective, perfectly positioned.
It was the first of many photos that day, but something about that moment felt specialâlike the beginning of something extraordinary.
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yn.ph0tographs first day on the job :0
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gongyoo_official so talented!
â°â⤠iloveyn replied OFC SHE IS???
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The week went by quite fastâ you got to know Gong Yoo a bit more and by the end of the week, he handed you his contact information with a casual, âIn case we need to coordinate anything later.â Youâd tried to play it cool, but the excitement bubbled just beneath the surface.
Now, you found yourself on a flight to Parisâyour next assignment. It sounded glamorous on paper, but arriving during peak tourist season turned the dream into a mixed bag. The streets were packed, the lines stretched endlessly, and the prices soared. Still, you couldnât deny the thrill of being in the city of lights. The view however was nice. You could see the Eiffel tower from your window but it wasnât necessarily close. Maybe a 45 minute walk?
Gong Yooâs room was just down the hall. He knocked lightly on your door shortly after youâd settled in. âYou should see the view from the rooftop,â he said with a small smile. âBetter than this?â you teased, gesturing toward your window. âTrust me.â
You grabbed your camera and followed him up the narrow staircase to the rooftop. He wasnât wrongâthe view was breathtaking. âI see why they call it the City of Lights,â you murmured, framing the scene through your lens. Gong Yoo leaned on the railing beside you, his expression thoughtful. âItâs beautiful, isnât it? Makes you forget about the crowds for a moment.â
You nodded, snapping a few more photos before lowering your camera. âHow are you not completely overwhelmed by all this? The constant traveling, the attention, the schedule... doesnât it ever get to you?âHe chuckled softly. âIt does. But moments like this make it worth it. I get to slow down, even if just for a little while.â The two of you stood in companionable silence for a while, the cool Parisian breeze brushing past. It wasnât often you got moments like thisâpeaceful and unhurried, shared with someone who seemed to understand the value of it.
The next day would bring more tourists, more shoots, and more challenges. But for now, standing on that rooftop with the Eiffel Tower sparkling in the distance, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.
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After a chaotic week in Paris filled with photo shoots at iconic landmarks, decadent pastries, and navigating swarms of tourists, the next stop on the list brought you back to familiar ground: Japan.
The flight landed smoothly, and soon enough, you were settled into a traditional house/hotel in Kyoto. Unlike Tokyo, Kyoto exuded a serene charm with its ancient temples, lush gardens, and calmer streets. Your room overlooked a tranquil koi pond, and the moment you stepped out into the gardens, the soft sound of flowing water seemed to wash away the exhaustion from Paris.
That evening, the team had dinner at a traditional ryokan, complete with tatami mats and kaiseki cuisine. Gong Yoo seemed to relish the slower pace, admiring the peaceful surroundings. âThis feels like a reset,â he said during dinner, glancing at you across the low table. You nodded, setting down your chopsticks. âKyoto has that effect. Itâs hard to feel stressed when everything around you feels so timeless.â
The next day, your work began. Kyoto offered an entirely different aesthetic to captureâone steeped in history and natural beauty. The golden pavilion of Kinkaku-ji, the endless red torii gates of Fushimi Inari Shrine, and many more beautiful landmarks.
At one point, you found yourself photographing Gong Yoo at Arashiyamaâs bamboo grove. The towering stalks of green stretched high above, creating a natural cathedral of light and shadows. You snapped a candid shot just as he glanced over his shoulder, the light catching his profile perfectly.
âThat was a good one, wasnât it?â he asked after the click, his lips curling into a knowing smile. You grinned, reviewing the image on your cameraâs screen. âYouâre a natural, Gong Yoo.â âWell, Iâve had some practice,â he teased, his tone light.
On your final evening in Kyoto, the team gathered on a rooftop overlooking the city. Lanterns glowed softly, and the distant hum of cicadas filled the air. Gong Yoo joined you as you leaned on the railing, your camera resting by your side.
âThanks for making me look good,â he said, his voice warm. You laughed softly. âYou make my job easy.â He tilted his head, studying you for a moment. âI think you see more than most people. Not just with the camera, but... you notice things others might overlook.â
His words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didnât know how to respond. Instead, you simply smiled, letting the quiet between you speak volumes.
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Weeks passed and your camera only got fuller and fuller as you captured the most exotic and beautiful shots in places like Croatiaâ the rocky beaches along with the wonderful clear water of the sea enchanting you with its charm.
One day, the team arranged for a shoot on Lokrum Island, just a short boat ride from Dubrovnik. The beaches and lush greenery provided the perfect backdrop for the shoot. After the shoot, while the team packed up, Gong Yoo approached you, holding two gelatos heâd somehow managed to grab from a vendor on the island.
âPeace offering,â he said with a grin, handing you one. âFor what?â You laughed as you accepted the gift. âFor making you work so hard in this heat,â he said, gesturing toward your camera. âYou deserve a break.â The two of you sat by the waterâs edge, the sound of waves lapping against the rocks filling the air. He shared stories of his childhood summers by the beach, and you found yourself opening up about your family vacations around Korea.
By the time the boat returned to take the team back, you felt a warmth in your chest that had little to do with the sun.
Then came California. It was a blur of palm trees, coastal highways, and the vibrant energy of Hollywood. The team spent most of the time in Los Angeles, but the highlight was a road trip to Big Sur for a shoot along the rugged coastline.
One evening, after a sunset shoot by the cliffs, the two of you lingered while the rest of the team headed back to the lodge. The Pacific stretched endlessly before you, the waves crashing below in a soothing rhythm.
âYouâve been quiet today,â he said, glancing at you. âJust taking it all in,â you replied, raising your camera to snap a candid shot of him against the fading light. âIâm still not used to the sudden moving around every two weeks.. Iâve never traveled this far before.â You said as you looked through the days pictures.
He smirked. âDo I look that interesting?â You lowered the camera, meeting his gaze. âMore than you realize.â
The vulnerability in your tone seemed to catch him off guard, and for a moment, the only sound was the wind rustling through the grass. Then he smiledâa soft, almost shy expression you saw many times before in your time as his photographer.
The Netherlands was the final destination, and Amsterdam was as picturesque as the postcards promised. The cobblestone streets, the narrow houses leaning toward the canals, and the fields of tulips outside the city made every corner feel like a story waiting to be told.
The two of you wandered into a quiet tulip field after a morning shoot. The colors were mesmerising, rows of red, yellow, and purple stretching endlessly.
âNow youâre the one being unusually quiet.â You said, elbowing him playfully.He looked at you, his hands tucked into his pockets. âI was just thinking about how much this summer has changed me. I thought this would just be another job, but...â He trailed off, then added softly, âI think Iâll miss this.â
âWhat, the traveling?â you teased lightly, though his tone had made your heart skip a beat. âNo,â he said, his eyes locking with yours. âThis. You. I think Iâve never really enjoyed a work trip as much as this one.â
The weight of his words hung in the air, and for a moment, you werenât sure how to respond. His eyes traveled up and downâ as if he was studying you; maybe even admiring you. He took a step closer, looking down at you with a sort of vulnerability you havenât seen before even during your late night talks where you practically spilled your life out to him; but that didnât really mean anything, did it?
âWell, at least youâll have the photos to remember it all.â His smile was bittersweet as he looked away, his gaze settling on the endless tulips. âYeah. But I donât think the photos will ever capture it completely.â
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September was just a week away, the time passed quite fast and so the team organised a farewell dinner which you didnât really want to attend; partially because you didnât want to say goodbye to this job.
You stepped out of the restaurant with a bitter look on your face, sitting down on a bench with a view of the river flowing through the streets with couples in love getting a tour on one of the many boats you saw that day. You fiddled with the camera in your hand, looking down and going through the thousands of pictures that had made their way into your heart.
âMind if I join you?â A voice startled you, but of course you recognised where it came from. You nodded, and he sat down beside you, the space between you barely noticeable.
âI donât know how to say this without sounding ridiculous,â he began, his eyes fixed on the canal. âBut I donât think I can go back to how things were before this summer. Youâve changed the way I see thingsâthe way I see myself.â
You turned to him, your breath catching at the raw sincerity in his voice. â[Name], I donât know what this is, but I know itâs real. And I donât want it to end just because the summer is over.â Your heart raced, his words sinking in like a tide rising to meet the shore. Slowly, you reached for his hand, your fingers brushing against his. âMaybe it doesnât have to,â you said softly. He smiled, intertwining your fingers with his as he pulled you into his shoulder, resting your head on it.
As the lanterns cast their warm glow over the water, the two of you sat in quiet understanding, the promise of something more lingering in the air. Summer may have ended, but you knew you werenât leaving this job that easily.
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Hiii, could you maybe write a Toto Wolff fic, where heâs super busy with work and stuff and forgets their anniversary or the readerâs birthday and she is like so close to leaving him, but he like canât live without her and promises to be better?? Like very angstyyyy but with a happy ending. <333
The Time We Almost Lost
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pairing: toto wolff x fem!reader
summary: when Toto Wolff forgets one of the most important days in your relationship, his world begins to crumble as you decide you canât keep being an afterthought.
warnings: Angst with happy ending!!
a/n: sorry for making this so short đ
The silence in your shared home had become suffocating, its weight pressing down on you with every passing second. Once, this space had been alive, a sanctuary of shared laughter, quiet moments of intimacy, and conversations that stretched long into the night. Now, it was a hollow reminder of everything that had changed.
Your birthday had come and gone, unacknowledged by the man who once made it his mission to make every moment feel special. The once-vivid memories of his handwritten notes, surprise dinners, and whispered promises had faded into a distant ache. The untouched cake sat on the counter, mocking you with its cheerfulness, its candles still perfectly intact, waiting for a celebration that never came.
You had told yourself you wouldnât cry. But as you sat alone, your hands clasped tightly around a glass of wine, the dam broke. Silent tears fell, their warmth streaking your cheeks as you stared into the empty room. How had you let it get this far? How had you become invisible in the eyes of the man you loved?
When Toto finally came home, it was well past midnight. You heard the soft jingle of his keys, the door creaking open, and the familiar rhythm of his footsteps in the hallway. A pang of anger shot through you, sharper than the sadness youâd been nursing all night.
He hesitated at the doorway to the bedroom, his tall frame silhouetted by the dim light from the hall. âLiebe? âhe called softly, his voice laced with exhaustion.
You sat on the edge of the bed, your robe wrapped tightly around you, the charm bracelet youâd bought yourself resting in your palm. The anger you felt earlier was a simmer now, dull but present.
âI came home as soon as I could. âhe started, his tone cautious as if he already sensed the storm brewing. âI know Iâve beenâŚ
âBusy? âyou interrupted, the bitterness in your voice slicing through the air. You stood, fixing him with a glare that made him stop in his tracks. âGo on. Tell me how youâve been busy.
Toto sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. âYou know how much is going on with the team right now. I donât want to make excuses, butâŚ
âThen donât. âyou snapped, cutting him off again. âBecause Iâm tired of hearing excuses, Toto. Iâve been patient. Iâve tried to understand, but last night⌠Do you even realize what yesterday was?
He stared at you, confusion clouding his features. And then it hit him. His eyes widened, and his shoulders slumped as he whispered. âScheisse.
Your chest tightened at the confirmation. âThatâs it? Scheisse? âYou let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. âYou forgot my birthday, Toto. You didnât call, didnât text, didnât even notice when I didnât say a word all day. Do you even care anymore? Or am I just⌠someone who happens to live here?
His face crumpled at your words, guilt etched into every line of his features. âOf course, I care. Youâre everything to me.
âAm I? âyou challenged, your voice trembling. âBecause it doesnât feel like it. Iâve been putting in all the effort, waiting for you to remember I exist, hoping for scraps of your time. But I canât do it anymore, Toto. I canât keep feeling this invisible.
He stepped closer, his hands outstretched as if reaching for you would keep you from slipping away. âPlease, donât say that. I know Iâve let you down, but IâŚ
âYouâve let me down for months. âyou interrupted, your voice cracking. âThis isnât just about last night. Itâs about every night Iâve spent eating dinner alone, every morning Iâve woken up to an empty bed, and every time Iâve wondered if Iâm even a priority in your life anymore.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his usually composed demeanor cracking under the weight of your words. âYou are a priority. âhe said, his voice breaking. âIâve been so caught up in work, in trying to keep everything together, that I didnât see what it was doing to us. To you. But I see it now. And Iâll do whatever it takes to make this right.
You folded your arms across your chest, trying to hold yourself together. âWords arenât enough, Toto. Iâve heard them before, but nothing ever changes. I need more than promises. I need you to prove that I matter to you.
He nodded, his jaw tightening with determination. âI will. Iâll do whatever it takes. Just⌠donât leave me.
The vulnerability in his voice, the raw emotion in his eyes, shook you to your core. You wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that this time would be different. But the wounds he had left werenât easily healed.
âYouâre asking for something Iâm not sure I can give. âyou whispered. âYouâve broken my heart, Toto. And I donât know if I can keep putting the pieces back together on my own.
His hands trembled as he reached for yours, his touch tentative. âThen let me help you. Let me be the man you deserve. I know Iâve failed you, but Iâll spend every day proving that youâre the most important part of my life. Just⌠donât give up on us.
The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken fears and fragile hopes. Finally, you let out a shaky breath, your tears spilling over as you whispered, âI donât want to give up on us. But I canât do this alone, Toto.
He pulled you into his arms, holding you as if you might disappear. âYou wonât have to. âhe murmured. âI promise, you wonât have to.
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"I don't know if this is a good idea..."
"Don't think like that!" your friend says from the phone. "This is a one in a lifetime experience! Go out with him and let him fuck you stupid!"
"Stop," you plead, shifting through your closet again, sighing. "I don't know if I have anything nice enough to match the pearls."
"Just wear something sexy. He's not even gonna look at your neck."
"This is so stupid," you huff, grabbing two outfits and taking them out for your friend to see on the phone. "I'm stuck between these two."
She hums, tilting her head this way and that.
"I think the dark green one would look more elegant on you. It's a bodycon dress, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Good. Give him a look at all those curves."
"Stop it," you groan, putting the losing outfit back before heading towards your bathroom. "Give me a minute."
"You're good." You shut the bathroom door, hanging up the dress on your towel rack before undressing. You shimmy into the dress, pulling it down to expose your shoulders, just like it was shown online when you bought it. You huff, opening the door and moving back into the bedroom, standing in front of the camera.
"How's this?" Your friend whistles.
"Girl. You're gonna make him drool."
You smile shyly, picking up your phone and taking it with you to your humble vanity, turning on the lights around it.
"I don't know what to do for makeup."
"Give me a sec," your friend hums, clicking away at her phone screen. "Okay, you could do a brown eyeshadow, one that's just a couple shades darker than your skin, to deepen your eyes. Then do a winged liner. Do you have a red lipstick?"
"Yeah."
"Wear it. Red is sexy."
You sigh, pulling out your supplies and beginning your look. It was simple, yet classy, perfectly seductive. But why did you want to be seductive? You barely knew this guyâhell, you didn't even know his nameâso why were you putting in this kind of effort?
Maybe you're just desperate.
You drown your negative thoughts in setting spray, looking in the mirror before gazing at the phone.
"How's this?" Your friend smiles.
"You look good! Were you gonna do your brows?"
"Nah," you start putting your things away, "I don't know him that well." Your friend laughs.
"That's fair. Take the lipstick with you so you can reapply after dinner."
"Yes ma'am."
You take out the small red gift box, removing the lid and then the pearls. You stare at it for a moment, before finding the clasp.
"How does this go on?"
"Lemme seeâ"
"Wait, I got it." You wrap the pearls around your neck, clasping it behind you. You touch them gingerly, worried that they'll snap off at any second.
"What perfume are you wearing?"
"The one he got me," you reply, grabbing the bottle. Your friend groans.
"Lucky. I wish my boyfriend got me perfume." She sighs. "Maybe I should break up with him."
"Don't be like that," you say as you spray the perfume generously around you. "You guys are practically married."
"He hasn't texted me in, like, three hours." You put the cap back on the perfume bottle.
"He's on a business trip."
"Which is why he should be texting me, since we can't talk face to face." You roll your eyes, smiling at her.
"Thank you for helping me." She smiles back at you.
"Of course boo-boo. Text me when the date is over. I want all the details." You giggle.
"Sure thing. I'll text you later."
"Okie, byeeeee!"
"Bye!"
You hang up the call, sitting in silence. You look back in the mirror, wondering what you were even doing. Why was this stranger even taking you on a date? Didn't he have better things to do?
You shake your head, glancing at your phone. Twenty minutes and he should be there to pick you up.
You sigh, already exhausted.
He arrives precisely at seven p.m., pulling in front of your apartment. You pull back the curtains to glance at him get out of his car. You sigh when you see that he's carrying things.
You open the door as he approaches. He's wearing a suit, black with a light gray shirt. He has a bouquet of flowers in one hand, a small baby blue box in the other.
"Hi," you say, hands clasped together.
"Hi," he replies, reaching the top step and handing out his gifts. "For you."
"I figured," you mumble, taking the flowers and the box. You hesitate, then hand the flowers back to him so you could open the box. You remove the lid, eyes going wide at the bracelet you saw. It had pearls with golden beads in between, diamonds on each bead, with a golden clasp.
"This is really unnecessary," you say, placing the lid on the bottom of the box.
"You don't like it?"
"It's beautiful," you reply, touching the bracelet. "But you really don't need to keep buying me things."
"I want to." He shifts on his feet. "I thought it would look good on you."
You hum quietly, taking the bracelet out of it's container.
"I don't know how to put this on."
"Here," he tucks the flowers under his arm, offering his hands. "Let me."
You pause but hand the bracelet to him, leaving out your arm. He unclasps it, wraps it around your wrist and clasps it together. His hands linger on your arm for a moment, eyes staring intensely before he pulls away, handing the bouquet back to you.
"Thank you," you mumble, taking the flowers. "I'm... gonna go put these in water."
"Sure."
You step inside, closing the door, whispering curses to yourself as you hurry to the kitchen. You find a spare vase, filling it with water and adding the flowers, placing them next to the last bouquet he got you. You glance at the brand name on the blue box before tossing it in the trash, going back outside.
"I'm ready." He nods, turning and walking down the steps. You follow him, heels clicking against the concrete. He opens the passenger door for you, standing to the side.
"Thank you," you mumble, slipping inside his sleek car. He shuts the door behind you, making his way to the driver's side as you look around the car. You don't know car brands, but this one seems expensive, luxurious. You wonder what his occupation is as he gets in the car, starting it and driving away.
The car is silent as he drives to your destination; not even the radio is on. You stir in your seat, pulling your phone from your purse and searching the jewelry brand he bought from. You swallow when you see the prices, scrolling through the 'bracelets' section to look for yours. You choke on your spit, coughing into your arm.
"You okay?" he asks. You heave in a breath, glancing at the price on your phone.
"Fifteen thousand dollars?!" you choke out, glancing at him. "You got me a fifteen thousand dollar bracelet?!"
"Yeah," he draws out. "Is that a problem?"
"That..." You stare at the bracelet on your wrist. "It's too much. I don't even know your name."
"Would you like to know my name?"
"I mean, yes, but... I mean, the only thing I see you as is 'guy'. You're just a guy."
He hums, making a turn.
"Why don't you call me 'Guy'?"
"What? 'Guy'? You want to be called 'Guy'?"
He shrugs, pulling in to a parking lot.
"Only you would call me that, so it's special. It'll be like a nickname."
You think about it, closing your mouth as he parks in front of the restaurant. You unbuckle, putting your hand on the door to open it, but he grabs your wrist, making you turn to look at him.
"Don't," he says, releasing you so he could unbuckle himself. "Let me."
You huff, slumping back in the seat as he gets out and walks to your door. He opens it, reaching out a hand for you to take. You sigh, taking his hand and letting him help you out of the vehicle. He closes the door, tossing his keys to the valet who fumbles with them.
"Don't scratch it," he says, still holding your hand and gently pulling you into the restaurant.
The place was dim, golden light swirling through the restaurant. He gives his last name to the hostess who grabs two menus, guiding you to your table. It's a fairly large table in the back of the restaurant, tucked away from everyone else.
He pulls back a chair for you, watching you as you gingerly sit down in it. He pushes you in before moving to his seat across from you. You take the menus in silence.
Your waiter comes to get your drink orders. He gets a water and a glass of whiskey with ice. You just get a water with lemon.
"You don't want anything to drink?" he asks before the waiter leaves. You smile awkwardly.
"I'm just not in the mood tonight." He hums, waving the waiter off, staring at you. You pretend you don't notice, rereading the limited menu choices so you don't have to make eye contact.
"What will you get to eat?" he asks, hands folded under his chin. You shrug.
"I don't know... I've never been here before." He watches you like a hawk, and you swear you can feel yourself sweating under his gaze.
The waiter returns with your drinks, asking if you're ready to give your food order.
"I'll have the ceasar salad to start," he points at the menu. "Then I want the filet with mashed potatoes and asparagus, and at the end I want the cheesecake." The waiter writes everything down turning to you.
"Oh! Um..." You glance over the menu again. "I'll also start with the salad. Then I'll have the, um... fettucine alfredo with broccoli. And then can I please have the crème brÝlÊe?" The waiter nods, writing down your order before taking your menus and walking away. You sit in silence once again as he stares at you.
"So, um... Guy," you begin, noticing his lips curl. "What exactly do you do?"
"I'm a CEO," he says, brushing something off his shoulder.
"Oh? For where?"
"Just a tech company. Nothing special."
"Oh..." you reply. You grab your water, taking a sip before setting it back down, leaving a lipstick stain on the glass. He stares at it, rubbing his hand before looking back at you.
"You're a barista."
"Yes..."
"How long have you been one?"
"Oh, um, for a couple years now."
"Do you like it?"
"Most of the time." You pause when the waiter returns with your salads, setting them in front of you before leaving. "Some customers are really nice. Others are assholes. But I get along pretty well with most of them."
"That's good." You pick up your forks at the same time. "What can you do about the assholes?"
"Nothing, really," you say, taking a bite and chewing thoroughly. "I just try to be polite and do my job."
"Is there anything I can do for you?" You glance at him. He's still staring intensely, making you swallow.
"Uh... no, not really. You can't really ban them from coming." He hums, taking a bite.
"I'm sure I can talk to your manager, get them banned from your store." You lift your hand, waving it.
"No, no, it's fine. It's just part of the job." He huffs, taking big bites of his salad, eating twice as fast as you are.
"You shouldn't have to deal with that."
"Well, it's my job, so..."
"Do you want a better job?"
"Huh?" you ask, making a face. He's finished his salad, wiping his mouth with his napkin before setting it down in his lap.
"I could find a better job for you."
"What? No, no, I don't need a new job. I like where I am." He nods.
"Understood. If you ever change your mind though, I'm here to help."
"Right..."
You finish your salad as he watches you, trying to chew quickly so he doesn't stare at you for too long. As you finish your salad, your entrĂŠes arrive, empty plates exchanged for full ones.
"You look nice, by the way," he tells you as he picks up his fork and knife, cutting into his steak. "I should have told you earlier."
"Oh! Well, thank you," you reply, feeling warmth bloom in your cheeks.
"I feel lucky," he begins as he moves his piece of steak in sauce, "that you dressed like this for me."
You twirl your pasta around your fork, too shy to look at him. You eat in silence for a little bit, hearing him chew, knowing that he was still staring at you.
"What do you do besides work?" he asks after he swallows.
"Um, not much. I stay at home a lot, watch movies, do some crafts."
"What do you make?"
"Oh, well..." You take out your phone, pulling up photos of your crafts, handing it to him so he can see. "Stuff like this, mostly."
He takes your phone gently, staring down at the photo. He smiles softly, handing it back to you.
"It's nice. You're very talented."
"Ah, thank you." You store your phone away. "That's kind of you to say."
"I don't say things I don't mean."
You meet his gaze, blinking. He's very serious as he takes a bite of mashed potatoes.
"I... okay..."
Silence overcomes you again as you eat. He shovels food into his mouth, eating much faster than you, as if he's starving. You grab a piece of broccoli, putting it in your mouth.
"What do you do outside of work?" you ask, trying to keep the conversation going. He shrugs.
"I go to the gym a lot." You scoff.
"No shit. I can tell." He pauses, glancing at you.
"Do you not like it?" You shake your head.
"I don't mind. If you like to do it, then you should keep doing it." He taps his fork against his steak, twisting his mouth.
"Do you... like muscular men?" he asks, a hint of worry in his tone. You pause, looking up at him. You shrug.
"I don't really have a preference. I think muscles are nice, but if my partner didn't have muscles I wouldn't be upset about it."
"I see..."
Silence, again. Why was it so hard to talk about things? Was he naturally untalkative?
"Guy?" He glances at you. "Why did you ask me out on a date?" He swallows, setting down his fork.
"I wanted to take you on a date."
"But why?"
"Because I like you. I thought that was obvious." You curl into yourself a bit.
"Not really..." You pick at your food for a moment before setting your fork down. "I just don't see why you like me..."
"You don't see why?" You shrug and hear him sigh. "Well, to start, you're very beautiful. That's the first thing I noticed about you. You're also sweet, and kind. You treat customers very well. And you make good drinks."
"So you asked me on a date because you like how I make your coffee?"
"No," he says, almost offended as he picks up his fork. "I asked you on a date because I wanted to get to know you, all of you, not just who you are as a barista." You go back to eating, taking another bite.
"I'm worried you'll be disappointed with who I really am."
"I highly doubt that." He wipes his mouth with the napkin, pushing forward his cleaned plate. "I already adore you."
"Whaâ"
"Are you finished, ma'am?" the waiter asks, suddenly appearing. You glance at him, taking one last bite before handing him your empty plate. He smiles, taking Guy's plate as well before another waiter places your desserts in front of you.
You quietly break into your crème brÝlÊe, scooping the cream and bringing it to your mouth. You light up when it hits your tongue, moaning quietly.
"Oh, it's so good!"
"You like it?" he asks, grabbing a bite of fresh strawberries and cheesecake. You nod enthusiastically.
"It's so so good! Oh my gosh, that is absolutely delicious." You take another scoop, holding it up. "Would you like a bite?" He waves his hand.
"No, you enjoy it." You nod, taking another bite and moaning happily. He watches you devour your dessert with joy, smiling softly with each bite you took. You both finish your desserts, and the waiter brings the check. He doesn't let you see it: just takes out his credit card and puts it in the small black folder.
"Thank you," you say to him as the waiter takes the check away.
"Of course. I wasn't going to let you pay for anything."
The waiter returns, and Guy takes his card, signing the receipt, leaving a tip. He gets up first, holding his hand out for you. You take it, letting him lead you through the restaurant and out the building. He lets go of your hand, whispers to the valet before returning to you.
"Did you enjoy dinner?"
"Yes. It was lovely, thank you."
"Of course." He keeps his hands in his pockets, staring as the valet brings his car around. He opens the door for you, closing it once you're inside. Once he's in the driver's seat, he pulls away, heading back to your apartment.
The drive back is quiet. After he parks in front of your apartment, he gets out and opens your door. He helps you out, closing the door. The both of you walked to your front door.
"Thank you for dinner," you repeat, and he nods. You stand there awkwardly, unsure of what to do now.
"Would you like to do this again some time?" You blink, clutching your purse.
"Ah, sure, if you'd like to."
"I'd be honored to take you out again."
Your face burns at that. You squirm slightly under his gaze.
"Well, um, goodnight," you say, holding your hand out to shake his. He takes your hand, but instead of shaking it, he leans down and kisses your knuckles. You're stock-still, shocked, confused as he pulls away, releasing your hand.
"Goodnight, Y/N." You shiver, pulling out your keys and unlocking your apartment quickly.
"Okaygoodnightbye!"
You bolt inside, slamming the door behind you and locking it. You waited, hearing his footsteps retreat, his car coming to life before speeding off. Only then could you calm down, sliding down to the floor, kicking off your heels.
"This is fucking insane," you hiss to yourself, holding up your wrist to gaze at the bracelet he bought you. You sigh, shaking it and hearing it clink and jingle, thinking.
You pull out your phone, bringing up your texts.
Y/N: Well, at least he wasn't an ax murderer.
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"would it be okay if I leaned against you for a while?" for a rookanis prompt? đ
He almost canât believe his ears.
"You're going on a picnic. With Davrin."
"And Assan."
"âŚRight, because the griffon is the one I should be worried about."
Rook laughs, "Why should you be worried about Davrin?"
Lucanis sighs. Had the romance novels he'd been reading skewed his idea of what picnics were? Were they not romantic gestures, perfect places to confess your undying attraction? Certainly they were not casual affairsâŚ
"I'm not worried⌠I've just never seen him take anyone else on these walks, thatâs all."
You are. Worried.
She raises a brow, grinning, "Lucanis⌠are you jealous?"
"What? No!" He lies, poorly. "I just hope you're ready if he confesses his deepest love for you.â
She laughs again, a sound that always forces a smile to his lips too. He shrugs, acting nonchalant, âIt will be embarrassing, surely. Wait and see.â
When she finally leaves, he tries not to think about it, or think about her. He cycles through the usual focuses; plans for stopping the gods, for stopping Illario⌠what to make for dinner. No matter what, she ended right there in the front of his mind.
What was she doing, at this moment? Laughing at something Davrin said? Being fed bites of cheeses and chocolate covered fruit, an unasked question in the air?
He shakes his head.
Though they'd almost kissed once, he'd been the one to pull away. Sure, she stayed by his side. She'd been there to help pull him out of his own despair, bridging a gap between him and Spite. But did that mean they were�
He'd never asked, never wanting to assume but now here he was doing just that. What if she did not want him like that any more, and wanted Davrin instead?
He lets the jealousy simmer as he starts chopping the vegetables up for dinner. He takes his time, making exact cuts to ensure each piece was the same size. Not thinking of Davrin's mouth on her skin, her hand in his, her gaze warm and loving. Not thinking of either of them at all.
He's so engrossed in envy that he almost doesn't hear the footsteps of two elves and one griffon crossing over the threshold of the Eluvian, and it's Spite thrumming along his shoulders that snaps him out of it.
Rook. Back home!
He tries not to pay attention to her footsteps heading towards him, Davrin in tow, but they make it through the dining hall doors despite all the mental barriers he placed in their way.
It's Davrin's voice first, "Hey, Lucanis. Listenâ"
Before he can finish, Rook rushes forward, "Lucanis! Assan talked to me. I heard him talk!" She's loud, uncoordinated. Something was off.
"Davrin. What happened to her?"
"It's a long story. We tried Gingerwort Truffle tea, but it seems like it's had an⌠enlightening effect on her."
"That's one way to put it. She sounds..."
The two look over Lucanis' shoulder to see Rook staring intently at the chopped tomatoes, taking one in her hand and giggling as she squeezed it between two fingers.
"âŚhigh." They say in unison.
Davrin turns to leave, "Good luck, Lucanis."
Rook looks up, then, and her blue eyes go wide. She points a finger at Lucanis, and then off to his left, and back.
"There's two of you⌠is that Spite? I can see Spite?!"
The demon's thrill burns against his eyelids.
Rook. Is looking. At me!
"What do you mean?"
She tilts her head to the side, "Looks like you, but purply⌠and then kind of smudged?"
She reaches a hand out, presumably to try and touch Spite, yet her hand swipes through nothing and she stumbles forward.
He keeps her from falling, from smacking her face on something solid. He only means to steady her, leaving her free to step back should she want but she doesn't.
"Are you okay?"
She nods, "He looked so realâŚ"
"You should sit, for my sake."
Her hand sliding into his as he leads her towards the loveseat sends a flutter throughout his chest. He takes a seat beside her, "So, how was your picnic with Davrin before he accidentally drugged you?"
She gasps theatrically, "Lucanis!"
So she tells him, through the random bouts of laughter, everything that had happened. Assan saying the word 'worms', Davrin unaffected by weird mushrooms, and not a single love confession to be found.
She moves closer to him, hand still in his, "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything, Rook."
She pauses, blue eyes looking just off to his left, then back.
"Would it be okay if I leaned against you for a while? Feeling⌠dizzy, now."
She rests her head against his shoulder, navy curls smelling faintly of cinnamon. He feels it all settle, thenâthe swirling doubts and jealousy that had plagued him all afternoon, because here she was.
Always returning, like the sun through a sky of clouds.
#this was so much dialogue for me Iâm overthinking#dragon age veilguard#lucanis dellamorte#khalia aldwir#rookanis#rook x lucanis#lucanis x rook#dragon age the veilguard#my writing#datv fanfic#dav fanfic
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đâËâżË° destined to meet â jeon jungkook
no smut bc this is my first ficđ
Summary
on your way to work, you end up in a rather embarrassing state which causes you an emergency that needs to be handled in the bathroom. could a coffee shop help? or could a random man help?
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You were in the most uncomfortable state youâve ever been in your entire life.
You were going to get some lunch for you and your co-workers at your workplace, but you ended up being in a state where you needed to use the bathroom, like, ASAP, and it didnât help that some people on the streets saw you crossing your legs whilst trying to find a bathroom.
You were walking around town as fast as you could, your eyes flickering towards every single open shop to find at least just one cafĂŠ or coffee shop. Luckily, after a few minutes of holding your urine, you found a coffee shop and ran inside, not wasting any time as your eyes landed on a barista from afar.
You quickly rushed over to her, your words coming out automatically because you urgently needed to use the washroom. âHi! Uh, whereâs your bathroom?â you asked the worker in a polite tone, despite needing to use it so freaking badly.
âItâs for customers only,â said the barista as she was filling an empty cup with some coffee from an espresso machine.
âOh, okay. Iâll buy something then,â you said with a shrug as you took a plastic bag of some bread nearby and handed it to the worker, but she shook her head as she pointed towards a packed line on the other side of the shop. It consisted of about a dozen other customers, waiting for their own order, making your eyes widen in shock as you turned your gaze back to the barista.
âCan I just go now? I really have to pee and itâs an emergency,â you begged, not wanting to wait possibly an hour just to use the washroom for a few minutes.
âStore policy,â said the worker, not sounding like sheâd change her mind anytime soon.
A minute went by and you were still begging the worker to let you go, but she kept ignoring you and handing out other orders to people, as if telling you to shut the hell up, get in line, order something, and then go to the bathroom.
There was no way you could change the womanâs mind, and your hopes were completely crushed.
You turned around to walk away, heading for the exit, but a voice calling out to you from behind snapped you out of your thoughts of defeat.
âUh, honey?â a man said, who was standing first in the stacked line. A Korean accent was hidden beneath his polite tone as he pointed at the barista in front of him.
Honey? Who the hell was this guy?
âIâm about to order. Do you want your usual?â he asked before turning back to the woman in front of him. âMy wife would like a double espresso. And she is part of the purchasing class, so can we get the bathroom key, please?â the man asked the worker.
OhhhâŚ
Your expression softened somewhat as you stared at the man, not with confusion anymore, but a hint of admiration for how he just saved your ass. He was trying to help you get to the bathroom, despite you being a total stranger to him.
The man took out his wallet and paid the barista, holding his other hand out to get the bathroom key in return. Once he received it, he walked over to you and gently grabbed your wrist, placing the key in your hand.
âIâll wait here for your espresso. You can go to the bathroom now,â he said with a soft smile, but you just stood there awkwardly in silence, not knowing what to say other than a âthank youâ.
âUh, thank you, by the way. Iâll see you in a few minutes, I guess,â you said with a nervous laugh before your eyes searched for the bathroom door, and it didnât take you long before you spotted it and quickly walked towards it.
Timeskip to about four minutes later, you were done with your business and came out of the bathroom, looking around for that same man who helped you get the key to the bathroom. You spotted him quickly at a table of two, waiting for you.
You walked over to him and sat down on a chair in front of him, seeing your cup of espresso laying there on the table. âSaved your espresso, MissâŚ?â the man asked, trailing off his sentence so that you could finish it by giving him your name.
âY/n. I didnât catch your name, though,â you replied, grabbing your cup of coffee as you began to drink it slowly, listening to the guy speak.
âJungkook. Jeon Jungkook,â he said with a soft smile, watching you drink your coffee with a calm expression plastered on his face. âCan I have your number, Miss y/n?â he asked, waiting for your response to his rather blunt question.
âJust call me y/n. And yeah, I guess. Give me your phone,â you said with a nod, holding out your hand for his phone. Jungkook took out his phone quickly and placed it in your hand as you opened an app and started typing some stuff into it, all while he waited patiently.
âHere. Iâll call you,â you stated after a few moments of silence, giving Jungkook his phone back before you grabbed your cup of espresso and stood up, walking out of the coffee shop for work before giving him one last glance.
đâ.Ë this is my first ever fanfic, so honest comments are greatly appreciated !
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Unwilling Alpha
Chapter 20 Finale
Masterlist
Warnings â ď¸ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation.
Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.
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I was vibrating with excitement and nerves. I wasn't going on stage, but I would be in backstage videos and photos, so I did get mild hair and makeup. The outfit they put me in matched my boys perfectly.
I was sitting in a green room with my Omegas going to and fro around me. Doing their own things to get ready both mentally and physically. Stretching, warming up, snacking, resting, chatting, and joking around. I was flushed with joy and having a blast.
I snapped photos and little videos on my phone and tablet cameras. They weren't nearly as good as my usual, but I still wanted to document and remember this day. This first concert with my Omegas. How much fun we were having even while everyone worked so hard. It was worth documenting, even at lower quality than usual.
We all quieted down when there was a knock on the door. Like we wanted to keep our joy and chaos for ourselves. Even if there was a backstage talker camera going around.
"Oh great! Thank you so much!" I heard Chris exclaim happily to the person at the door. It's his Australian accent that catches my attention since most the crew were still Korean speaking.
HE clicked the door shut again, a plain brown handled shopping bag in his hand. His eyes searched for and found me and he baby step beelined for me. I was sitting on a chair, Ayen sitting between my legs. The odd walk caught several others attention.
Lino straightened. "Did it arrive?" Chan nodded. "Just in time!" Lino sounded as excited as Chan looked. I was even more confused.
"What came?" I asked. I didn't know anyone ordered anything. Was it a food delivery?
Chan handed me the bag. "We got you something. I wasn't sure if it would be done before the concert started." He looked a little nervous now as all eight of them stopped what they were doing to watch me open my surprise.
Giving them one last suspicious look, I peeked into the bag, only to gasp in absolute shock. Slowly, reverently, I reached inside and pulled out my previously broken camera.
She looked better than she had in years, and I took great pride in taking care of her. Brand new shiny casing, broken lens and buttons replaced and policed enough to sparkle. Even the strap, which had been wearing down in some spots was reweaved and stitched. I was in awe.
"This is far too much! How did you even find someone to fix this in just a day?" My hands shook as I smoothed my fingers over the camera in worship. This was beyond anything I ever dared to even think about hoping for.
"We all pitched in. And manager found the camera shop." Lino said.
"It was worth every penny just to see this look on your face." Minnie teased with a small, sweet smile on his lips.
"We know how much the camera means to you. How much photography means." Ayen started, patting my thigh. He was twisted oddly in order to watch me. And you are so good at it. Honestly, your work is better than some of the big-name photographers to have worked with.
I half smiled at him. "Hardly but thank you. Thank you all so much." I bit my lip to keep from tearing up. "I am so glad I became your Alpha. Even if I was terrified through most of our journey so far."
"There is a catch to this gift, though." Felix announced.
"What's that?"
"You have to take our social media photos for the tour. We have a higher standard now that we have posted your photos." Hyunjin answered.
I huffed out a laugh, eyes tearing up, and nodded with a wobbly smile. "Of course. I'll be glad to." I whispered wetly.
"And y/n?" Han prompted.
I hummed in question, waiting for his answer expectantly.
"We are really glad you're our Alpha too. Our Unwilling Alpha. Perfect in every way." Bin answered.
~Fin~
A/N: Originally, I had the intention of writing the entire concert of their first stop on the mini tour. However, this organically came out, and it just felt like the ending as I was writing it. And I'm all for listening to my writing. It sometimes knows more than I do. So, it's short, but it feels like a natural ending to me, and hopefully to you too.
Thank you for riding this roller coaster with me, and I really hope you enjoyed this short little goofy take on A/B/O dynamics.
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HEAR ME OUT...reverse au..like.. WHAT IF PANDORA WAS THE ROYAL????
Wait WAIT WAITTTTTT I LOVE THUS
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Telemachus was unrepentant. If anything, Antinousâs threats only seemed to embolden him, as though the risk of being caught made the chase even more thrilling. Later that evening, Y/N sat in the great hall, trying to enjoy a quiet dinner with the rest of the court. She was seated near the edge of the long table, flipping through a small book sheâd brought to distract herself from the usual palace chatter.
Thatâs when she felt itâa warm breath near her ear.
âYou know,â Telemachus drawled, sliding into the seat beside her uninvited, âyouâre even prettier by firelight. It really brings out the color in your eyes.â
She didnât bother looking up from her book. âIâm not interested, Telemachus. Go bother someone else.â
âBother?â He placed a hand over his chest as though wounded. âIâm just paying you a compliment, princess. Is that so wrong?â
âIt is when it comes from you,â she shot back, finally meeting his gaze. Her voice was steady, but her patience was clearly wearing thin.
Telemachus only grinned, undeterred. âYou wound me, Y/N. Truly. But I think youâll change your mind once you get to know me. Iâm full of surprises.â
She rolled her eyes, shutting her book with a snap. âI already know everything I need to know. Youâre arrogant, insufferable, andââ
âDevilishly handsome?â he interrupted, leaning in so close she could feel the heat radiating off him. âDonât deny it. Iâve seen the way you look at me.â
She blinked at him, momentarily stunned by his sheer audacity. âThe only thing I look at when youâre around is the nearest exit.â
Telemachus laughed, his hand sliding onto the table just beside hers. âCome on, princess. Donât be like that. I could give you everything youâve ever wanted. Adventure, excitement⌠passion.â His voice dropped on the last word, his eyes glittering mischievously. She stood abruptly, pushing her chair back with a scrape that echoed through the hall. Several heads turned to watch the scene unfolding.
âYouâre delusional,â she said, her tone icy. âAnd if you donât leave me alone, Iâll have Antinous personally deal with you.â
Telemachus smirked, unfazed by her threat. âOh, donât worry, princess. I can take whatever your brother dishes out. The real question is, can you handle what Iâve got to offer?â
Before she could respond, Antinous appeared at her side, his expression thunderous. âTelemachus,â he said sharply, his voice low but full of menace, âif you donât leave my sister alone, Iâll make sure youâre shipped back to whatever rock you crawled out from. And trust me, you wonât like the trip.â
Telemachus raised his hands in mock surrender, standing slowly. âAlright, alright. No need to get violent, Your Highness. I was just having a bit of fun.â
âYour fun is over,â Antinous growled.
With a final wink at Y/N, Telemachus sauntered off, leaving the siblings standing together.
âYou alright?â Antinous asked, his voice softening as he turned to his sister.
She sighed, running a hand through her curls. âFine. But if he doesnât back off soon, I might just throw him into the sea myself.â
Antinous smirked faintly. âLet me know if you need help. Iâll gladly toss him in with you.â
#epic the musical#epic the musical x reader#aphrodites gamble#antinous#epic telemachus#telemachus#antinous x reader#telemachus x reader#epic antinous
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Love To Watch You Leave: Part 6
Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw x Reader
Warnings: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Swearing, Fluff, Angst, Bullying, Lots of Smut, Grieving, Pining, Alcohol, Military Inaccuracies, Knife Injuryâs and Attempted Murder
- Part 5 Here -
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Authors note: Sorry this part took so long! I initially wrote one version, hated it and then rewrote it completely, still not overly happy with it but heyoooo! Enjoy.
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Almost as soon as Bob had left and youâd waved him down your road, your bags not even having been taken inside yet, Bradley pulled up on your drive.
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âY/N, wait, please.â He called from the front seat of the bronco.
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You rolled you eyes and sighed, picking up your bags.
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âNot now, Brad. Iâm tired and uncomfortable and I really just wanna have a shower.â
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He climbed out of the Bronco and followed you up the drive, grabbing your bags out of your hands.
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âJust give me 10 minutes, please?â He asked.
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âWhy?â You snapped, âWhat is the point of all of this?â
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âWhat do you mean what is the point of all of this? Youâre just going to kiss me like that and think everything will just go away?â His voice rose an octave.
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âShh! My momâs inside and I really really donât wanna have to explain to her why you just said that.â You covered your face with your hands as you groaned.
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âThen come over to mine, please. You can shower and we can talk.â
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âNo, just leave me alone Brad.â
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âY/N⌠please.â He was earnest, his eyes pleading.
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You sighed as you considered it, biting your cheek, and eventually nodded.
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âOkay, fine. Shower first, then talk.â
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Bradley nodded back and you followed him to his house. He placed your bags in his bedroom and lingered by the door.
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âRemember the last time you were in this room? Punched me right here.â He chuckled, patting his shoulder.
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You rolled your eyes but a little chuckle did escape you.
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Bradley gave you some space to get yourself refreshed. You pulled out your jeans and a tank top, some bottles of body and hair wash, and your moisturiser.
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Bradleyâs bathroom was small but it was all you needed, you put your clothes on the toilet seat and climbed into the shower.
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You sighed as the hot water washed the dried salt from the sea off of your skin and hair.
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You didnât spend long in there, and once youâd moisturised and gotten dressed you took a deep breath and made your way out.
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You were anxious, not sure you really had the emotional energy to discuss what had happened with Bradley, but you had agreed to, so you walked to the living room where he sat waiting for you.
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He stood as you walked in, hands on his hips awkwardly as he gestured for you to sit.
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âBrad can you just spit it out, please?â You huffed impatiently, opting to stand.
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He nodded for a moment, then took a deep breath, âI have feelings for you.â
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You were silent as you stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was being serious.
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âPlease could you say something?â He rubbed his face.
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âWhat kind of feelings?â You asked hesitantly.
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Bradley sighed, âYouâre a huge pain in my ass⌠but all I wanna do is kiss you.â
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You shuffled uncomfortably, âSo you just want me to be another notch on your belt?â
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He rubbed his face in frustration again, âNo.â hands back on the hips, âItâs not like that.â
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âThen explain it to me.â You insisted.
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âWhy? Donât you understand what Iâm trying to tell you?â
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âNo, Brad! If you were anyone else maybe I would take you at your word, but can you blame me for needing a little more reassurance from you?â
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âWhat do you want me to say? Huh? That Iâm falling for you, and that over the last week Iâve really enjoyed planning with you, and now I canât stop thinking about you, and looking at you? That I wanna hold you and kiss you so much it hurts me? Because I do, okay? Is that what you want?â He yelled.
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That was exactly what you wanted, but you wanted more.
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âThe kiss last night, and on the boat earlier, were they real?â You asked.
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âReal? Y/N, what kind of question is that? Do you go around fake kissing people like that?â He laughed in exasperation.
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âJust answer the question, Brad. Was it real or just for show?â
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âIt was real! Okay? Iâd been trying to think of a way to kiss you ever since you made that stupid no kissing rule, and the more you did to annoy me or piss me off, the more I wanted you.â His face was red now and he was ranting. âGod, and then you put on that damn dress and I nearly lost my mind, you made it so difficult to separate what was real and what was for show and-â
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You grabbed Bradley by his shirt and pulled him into you, your lips pressed against his just so he would shut up.
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âYou talk too much.â You joked as you pulled back for air, immediately returning for more.
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He groaned loudly, a little surprised, and his arm wrapped across your lower back, pulling you flush against him.
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Your fingers tangled in his messy curls and he lifted you so you could wrap your legs around his waist, giving you a better angle to deepen the kiss.
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âDoes that mean you feel the same?â Bradley grunted between kisses.
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âJust shut up and kiss me, Bradshaw.â
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He did as instructed, and suddenly your back was up against a wall and his soft lips migrated south to your neck and collar bone.
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You hummed at the feeling and gasped as Bradley ground his hips into yours.
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âNow thatâŚyour mouth is free⌠tell me how you feel.â He mumbled against your skin.
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You chuckled, your eyes closed as you relished in the feeling, âI think youâre alright.â
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Bradley nipped your skin, âDonât quote Shania Twain right now. The truth.â
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âFine.â You huffed, and his hands slid under your shirt, wrapping around your waste as he ground his hips again. âI⌠Iâve always had a crush on you⌠but this weekend⌠oh do I really need to say it?â
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âYes.â He mumbled into your skin again.
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âI think Iâm falling for you tooâŚâ you breathed.
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Bradley immediately found your lips again, hungrily this time, and carried you to the couch, laying you on your back.
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âGood girl.â Now he was kissing the skin on your stomach and rib cage, his fingers hooked into your jeans as he tugged.
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You lifted your butt to help him and you were suddenly very relieved that you had grabbed your good lacy underwear before showering.
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Bradleyâs lips slowly edged downwards and peppered your hips, his fingers gently running along the top of your underwear.
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Your hands moved to his back and you grabbed a handful of his t-shirt, pulling the garment over his head and flinging it to the floor.
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You couldnât get over how his body had changed over the years, he looked like a golden god, and you ran your fingers down the muscles on his back as Bradley kissed your lips again, his hand cupping your jaw gently.
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You bucked your hips into his, desperate to feel him again, but a big hand pressed down on your belly to stop you.
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âNuh uh.â He shook his head with a smirk, âAsk nicely.â
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You sat upright, Bradley still on all fours between your now bent legs. âMake me.â
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He leaned forward to kiss you again, his hand grabbed your ankle and pulled you back down into a laying position. âNow, ask nicely.â He repeated.
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You grinned playfully, âPlease⌠please grow up.â You teased. Bradley quirked an eyebrow.
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âOh so thatâs how you wanna play?â He growled, pressing his lips back on yours, kissing down your chin and neck. If thatâs how you wanted to play, Bradley was going to show you how he could outplay you, and his thumb moved down to stroke over your clothed core gently.
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You moaned at the feeling and bucked your hips again. He held you down and continued his movements over the lacy undergarment.
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You clenched your teeth at the lack of control this gave you, at his teasing, at the fact that you were doing this with someone you, until very recently, couldnât stand to be in the same room as.
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You were getting very hot very quickly, so you discarded your tank top, your matching bra suddenly catching Bradleyâs attention.
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âHave you been wearing underwear like this the whole time?â
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âWell, since after school, yeah.â You rolled your eyes as your chuckled, out of breath.
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Bradley was practically salivating as he gently squeezed one of your boobs, âThe matching set was a good call.â
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You swatted his hand away, âIâve taken off enough clothes now, time for you to lose the jeans, Bradshaw.â
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He got up and shimmied out of his jeans, standing in just his boxers in front of you. You gulped at the size of whatever he was hiding under them, youâd felt it a few times now but it certainly looked bigger than youâd expected.
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Bradley gazed down at you longingly, your beautiful form below him in your lacy underwear that was begging to be torn off of you.
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Suddenly his attention was drawn to the window, and his eyes widened.
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âShit.â He hissed, dropping onto the couch and hovering over you as he ducked his head below the back of the couch.
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âWhat?â You asked, your heart rate speeding up for an entirely different reason now.
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He dipped his head just inches from yours and whispered, âItâs Angie.â
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You sighed in annoyance, âDid she see you?â
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Bradley shook his head, âDonât think so.â
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Then there was a loud knock on the door, and you both kept quiet as you waited, bodies pressed scandalously together, waiting impatiently for more.
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Another knock followed by a frustrated voice, âI know youâre there, your car is in the drive next door.â
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You waited in silence a little longer, and then Bradley carefully poked his head up over the couch when the knocking stopped.
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âSheâs leaving.â He whispered.
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âThank god.â You felt a sense of relief, you could not deal with more drama right now.
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You and Bradley stared at each other for a moment, and then you both started laughing.
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He pressed his lips to yours softly, and you relished the feeling, your legs wrapped around him again and his fingers dipped into the side of your underwear, slowly tugging them down.
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Bradley lifted your legs and discarded your underwear, and you suddenly felt embarrassed to be almost naked in front of him. That was until he grunted in approval.
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âFuck, you are just perfect all over arenât you?â
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You blushed bright red, but propped yourself up on your elbows to kiss him hungrily. His hand snuck behind your back and he snapped the clasp of your bra off.
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Now that you were entirely naked before him, something animalistic inside Bradley took over.
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His hands pawed and grasped at your flesh as he kissed your lips hungrily, then trailing down your body like he had to cover you with searing kisses completely.
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His lips were getting dangerously close to your sensitive area but he was taking his time teasing you, peppering kisses along your abdomen and thighs.
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You bit your lip as he got closer, closer, and suddenly his tongue flattened against your core and he licked a long, slow stripe through your lips.
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Your back arched and your head dug back into the pillow as you moaned loudly. He did that two more times, and then his soft lips moved to suck gently at your sensitive bundle of nerves.
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His eyes never leaving your beautiful, arching form, his tongue darted back out to dip into you, his thumb now rubbing circles expertly against your clit as his tongue fucked you.
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âBrad!â You gasped, âFuck.â
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He smirked, licking another slow stripe to your clit. He gave you a very short breather when he removed his mouth and sucked two of his fingers. He slid them through your folds and pressed them into you.
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You gasped at the stretch as he pumped them in and out, and shook as he curled them into your g-spot, his lips and tongue returning to their place on your clit.
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You were doing a bad job at containing yourself, with one hand covering your mouth and another in Bradleyâs hair. Bradley grinding against the couch did little to prevent the coil building inside of you and all you could think about was him grinding into you instead.
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You were so close, so painfully close, when you both jumped as you heard glass smashing and the back door to the kitchen opening.
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Bradley pulled out of you carefully and you immediately covered yourself with a large pillow.
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âWhat the fuck was that?â You panted.
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Bradley motioned for you to stay where you were as he stood slowly. He picked up a paperweight from the mantelpiece and edged towards the kitchen from the hallway.
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You held your breath, quickly throwing your clothes back on as best you could before following.
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You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard Bradley yell and something metallic clang to the floor. The paperweight?
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âFuck! Angie, what are you doing here?â He cursed.
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You let out a deflated sigh and walked into the kitchen, annoyed but relieved.
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You stood just behind Bradley, and Angieâs face twisted in dismay.
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âI knew it!â She spat, a large rock from Bradleyâs back garden clutched in her hand.
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âYou broke my back door, Angie, what the fuck? You canât just break in if I donât answer the door!â Bradley exclaimed.
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You hung back behind Bradleyâs large frame, unsure of what Angie would do.
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âYou said there was nothing going on!â She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at you, tears streaming down her face.
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You stepped forward carefully, hands held out as you edged around Bradley. âAngie Iâm sorry, I didnât think this would happen, I didnât think he felt the same way about me, but-â
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âI donât care about your excuses, you said I could have him once you had played your silly game!â
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âAngie, I donât feel that way about you.â Bradley interjected, and she looked taken aback, like sheâd just been punched in the face.
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âBut⌠you slept with me.â
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âYes I know, Iâm sorry. I was drunk and your name was the first one in my contacts, and truth be told you were the only ex that hadnât already blocked me. I shouldnât have done that, we were finished and⌠thatâs all it was Angie, it was just sex.â
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You felt bad for Angie suddenly, but she was taking things way too far.
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She stood for a while just looking between you and Bradley before her eyes finally settled on you.
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âThis is all because of you. Before you, I stood a chance.â Her voice was now low, monotone, very different to her usual high pitched treble.
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You suddenly felt very uncomfortable and stood a tiny step back, Bradley stepping forward in front of you.
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âI think you should leave, Angie.â Bradley stated.
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She didnât move, still staring at you through the gap in Bradleyâs arm, her blue eyes intensely boring into yours.
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She must have been assessing her surroundings, because suddenly, almost too quickly to react, Angie grabbed a kitchen knife from the rack and lunged at Bradley.
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The knife skimmed his bicep, slicing Bradley as she directed it towards you.
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Thankfully Bradleyâs reflexes were too quick, and he knocked Angieâs hand away from you, the force sending her reeling backwards on the slippery kitchen floor.
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âGo!â He yelled, pushing you out of the kitchen and into the hallway.
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You could feel Bradley behind you, ushering you towards the front door, until suddenly you couldnât anymore.
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You glanced back over your shoulder and your heart stopped.
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Bradley lay on his front, barely having made it out of the kitchen. Angie had stabbed him in his shoulder blade and was wiggling the knife out in an attempt to get up and chase you, but the knife was wedged in the bone. Bradley yelled out in pain, thrashing and trying to get her to the ground.
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You immediately ran back, shoving her shoulders hard and sending her flying off of his back. Unfortunately this also dislodged the knife, and as she flew back she swung through the air and the knife caught your shoulder.
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You clutched at the bleeding skin for a second, quickly realising you needed to get Bradley up and out of the house before she regained her balance.
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You helped him up and you both ran for the door as quick as you could. Bradley grabbed the handle and pulled.
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âFuck!â Bradley slammed his fists into the door as he realised heâd locked it out of habit and the keys were on the living room coffee table.
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He turned to face Angie who stood between you and the living room door, the one beautiful red head now deranged and terrifying. Panic sweeped over you as you considered your options.
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âBrad, as soon as she turns around, go get the keys and get help.â You stated very quietly as you stared her down.
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âWhat are you taking about?â Bradley asked.
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You quickly lunged towards Angie and she swung the knife.
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âY/N!â Bradley yelled, reaching out to grab you and pull you back. You were already too far and out of his reach. Bradleys heart stopped as the knife missed your jugular by mere millimetres, and you dropped to your knees and crawled past her.
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She screamed in frustration, whipping around.
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You quickly stood to your feet and ran down the hall and around the corner to the bedrooms.
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Bradley took the opportunity to grab the keys from the living room, and quickly unlocked the front door, leaving it ajar before running back towards the bedrooms to find you.
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The door to his room was now closed, but neither you nor Angie were in sight. He tried the door handle but the door was locked.
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âY/N?â He called, panicked, wiggling the handle as hard as he could.
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Suddenly a scream from inside the bedroom echoed through the house, so loud and shrill it made Bradleyâs blood run cold.
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He threw his body against the door once, twice, and the third time the door flew open.
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Bradley stood and stared at the scene unfolding before him, before a ringing in his hears took over his senses and he dropped to his knees.
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JJ Maybank X Reader - Relapse and a Half
Summary: The Pogues feel betrayed by the readers sudden relapse into hard drugs, but they're unable to be angry at her for too long as something terrible leaves her needing their support more than ever.
Trigger warning for: drugs (obviously), guns, sexual assault, violence
Part One
Part Three
Part Two:
After John B had driven you home that night, he raced back to the Chateau, knowing that JJ would be going crazy. He hoped that nothing had been broken, thinking back on the last time they'd discovered that you were taking pills.
The night had been engraved into the minds of all the Pogues, the way you just suddenly collapsed and wouldn't wake up. The moment of realisation when JJ had emptied out your bag in a panicked rush and six orange pill pots fell out. Pope's hyperventilating as he felt for your pulse and it came back weak. John B's panicked shouting as he watched JJ shove his fingers down your throat. Kie's uncontrollable crying as she called the ambulance.
Then there was the despair that theyâd felt watching the ambulance drive away with you inside. The shout that JJ had let out as he smashed through the rotting wooden table on the front porch. The way his hands had bled, his knuckles cut open, and how heâd refused to let Kie clean them, adamant that they needed to get to the hospital immediately. The devastation that they all felt in the waiting room.
It was all they could think about.
Kie and Pope had awoke at the shouting, and whilst Kie was sat solemnly on the porch with her head in her hands, Pope was trying to calm JJ down.
"I can't believe she's back on that shit! I mean what the fuck?" He had shouted, throwing off his cap and aggressively pacing. "And I can't believe she lied to my face like that! To John B's face! I mean, can you guys fucking believe it?"
"She's obviously going through something. If we intervene now we can stop it before it gets bad." Pope said pleadingly, to which JJ scoffed "It's already bad! Trust me man, you didn't see her tonight."
The memory of your wavering posture and slurring tongue snapped at him mockingly, too similar to the times his dad had come home drunk and unable to see straight. It just didnât make sense to him. Youâd spent so many hours together, him holding back your hair as you were sick from withdrawal, you curled up on his lap whilst he reminded you of how strong you were. Why would you want to throw that all away? Had it meant nothing?
"I don't know why you're so shocked, JJ. It's been pretty obvious for weeks now that I think about it. I mean, she's been acting so strange. It all makes sense now." Kie tutted. "You know how addicts are, they lie."
"Does she just not give a shit about herself or something? Why would she put that shit in her body again?" He wondered out loud, and Kie struggled to bite her tongue.
She wasn't sure what had caused her best friend to relapse, but looking at the timeline of her suspicion, it seemed that the blonde might have something to do with it. He was fairly drunk and his shouts were becoming more and more obnoxious, not considering how anyone else mightâve felt about the situation. He only seemed to get worse once John B arrived back; irritated at his best friend trying to defend you.
âMaybe itâs just a little slip up. Okay? Maybe itâs not as bad as last time.â John B protested, but JJ wouldnât hear any of it, the words going completely over his head as he continued to angrily rant - more to himself than anyone else.
"It's so fucking dumb. The way she lied to my face. It's like she doesn't respect me-"
"Because you've shown her so much respect, haven't you? God, JJ! Would you shut up!" Kie cut him off with some volume, unable to bear the sound of his voice any longer.
JJ looked at her, shocked and offended.
"What the hell are you taking about Kie? What have I done wrong?"
"You treat her like some side piece and you know you do! The way you rub other girls in her face is so disrespectful. Itâs like you want her to feel shit!â
He didn't understand. What was Kie talking about? You had never cared about the other girls. You had been the one to make it clear that your sexual relationship was entirely casual. You were far too cool for JJ, way out of his league, and he'd just counted himself as lucky that you liked to have sex with him sometimes. He'd never considered that you cared for anything deeper than that.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He repeated but she just ignored him, picking up her bike and riding home, needing time to think before she reached out to you.
It had been two days since then, and you hadn't left your house. You'd hardly ate and you'd turned your phone off, hiding in your room and sleeping most of the time away. It mortified you to imagine what the Pogues were thinking. They probably hated you now.
You weren't expecting to be woken up by the sound of somebody in your room.
*Your POV*
My sleep was dreamless. A vast, thick blackness that covered me wholly, warm and comforting. It was my favourite way to sleep, no painful reminders of the waking world to bother my subconscious, just soothing nothingness to take my brain away. It was the only break I got from the bad thoughts. Now my shame was too much for even the Xanax to crush - no matter how much I took.
All I could think about was the betrayal on JJ's face as he asked me for the truth, and the lies that Iâd spat out at him. I wondered if he or any of the other Pogues had tried to reach out to me, but I was too scared that they hadn't to check. If I turned on my phone and had nothing from any of them, I wouldnât know what to do with myself.
The sound of something being dropped near my head woke me up and I groaned, thinking it was my mum trying to get me to eat again.
"I still don't feel good. I'm sorry." I moaned, stretching as I yawned.
"Yeah your mum said you were sick. Wonder how long it'll take for her to catch on that you're using again."
JJ's voice was harsh and unexpected. I shot up straight, looking to the blonde boy with wide eyes. He was crouched down beside my bed digging through my cabinet with careless abandon, my belongings strewn around the room in a way that told me he'd been in here for a little while.
"It's always really nice having to check your friend's pulse, you know, just to make sure they've not almost killed themselves again." He continued in a tone that was dripping with sarcasm. "Is it even enjoyable to you? Living like a corpse? Because I just don't get it."
I didn't know what to say to that, my mind still groggy and confused. All I could mutter out was a quiet "What are you doing here?"
JJ didn't answer me, continuing to dig through my drawer until he finally found what he was looking for.
"Same shit you had to get pumped out your stomach. Nice one Y/N." He eyed the orange pot in his hand with furrowed brows. "And you're almost out, only one left."
It took my brain another few seconds to adjust to what was happening, processing the fact that JJ was ransacking my bedroom and in the process of stealing my pills. He had good reason to be, but it didnât mean I liked it.
"JJ- I'm sorry." I stammered, watching him slide the pot into his pocket. "I didn't mean to get so fucked up."
"I know you didn't. You didn't mean for us to find out. Good thing I'm not stupid though, huh? Probably would've gotten away with it if I wasn't there. Not for long though, Kie was getting close. And she's pissed."
The thought of my best friend angry sent a shiver down my spine and a pang of guilt into my chest, especially knowing that she was completely right in her anger. How could I fix this mess Iâd made? Should I have called Kie? Or would she just shout at me? I couldnât deal with that.
"I know. I'm sorry. I- I backslid. But I can get clean again-â
âYeah I know you can. And youâre going to. Whether you like it or not.â JJ cut me off bluntly, finally looking at my face.
He looked tired, like he hadnât slept in days, and the crease between his eyebrows was deep set, like a permanent expression of stress. His blue eyes lacked their usual sparkle and his lips were chapped and bitten. I supposed I didnât look much better.
I opened my mouth to apologise again but he continued to rant at me, his voice getting more aggressive by the word, and it was starting to get under my skin. If it had been anyone else I mightâve been able to take it but the fact that it was JJ - the boy whoâd broke my heart without even realising it - just served to frustrate me.
âI just donât get why you did it. And how you lied to my face like that. Not just to my face- to John Bâs too! I mean shit Y/N. Almost a year clean flushed down the drain. Howâd you feel about that?â
âShit, JJ. Okay? I feel like shit.â I hissed, feeling my face heat up.
I knew I deserved the attitude, but I just wished he couldâve been a little softer. I wished he couldâve made me feel less ashamed. I wished he couldâve just held me and loved me.
âAnd Kieâs got the nerve to say I have something to do with it. I donât, do I?â He continued as if he hadnât even heard me, his hand movements becoming exaggerated. All I could do was wonder what exactly Kie had told him, worried that he knew the truth now and clearly didnât like it. âI mean, the way youâve been so weird to me is itâs own separate thing. You did this to yourself because of your own issues. Nothing to do with me, right?â
He finally went silent, staring at me as he waited for an answer, his nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily out of his nose. What could I say to him? Was I meant to lie to his face again? I couldnât do that. I swallowed nervously, my mind racing with different answers, yet I settled on one question, afraid to hear his response but unable to keep it down any more.
âWhy did you stop wanting to fuck me?â
JJâs eyebrows raised incredulously and his anger only seemed to increase. He sucked in his lips with a disapproving sound and looked around the room, running his fingers through his hair stressfully, before turning sharply back to me.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â He scoffed. âYouâre the one who started acting weird! You stopped wanting to fuck me! Which is fine. I donât care. But what does me fucking you have to do with this? I donât get it.â
So Kie hadnât told him the truth. But it didnât matter anyway. He didnât care - not about having me physically - so why would he want me at all? I was just his friend. His selfish, lying, drug addicted friend. And I was hardly even that anymore. Just selfish, lying and drug addicted.
His words had stung so badly despite being so minuscule that all I could think about was neutralising the sting. I didnât want to be his friend. I couldnât bare to be his friend. I needed to not care anymore, and I needed it instantly.
âGive me the pot, JJ. Itâs just one more pill. It doesnât matter.â
His eyes widened, like he was mind blown by my response, and he almost spat the next words.
âAre you fucking serious? You said you were getting clean just two minutes ago. What did I say to manage to fuck that up so quickly?â
I opened my mouth to say something - to tell him to shut up - but he continued on, his volume increasing.
âBecause it is something to do with me, isnât it? I tried to convince myself that itâs not, but it clearly is. Thatâs why youâve been acting so shitty with me. Thatâs why Kie got pissed with me. So enlighten me, Y/N! What the fuck have I done wrong?â
My patience had all but run out at that point. My heart was heavy and my head ached. All I could think to do was tell the truth at that point - even though I knew I wouldnât get the response I wanted from it.
It didnât matter anymore. I had already ruined everything.
âI like you JJ! God, are you fucking blind? I fucking like you!â I hissed, the words shooting out of my mouth at a hundred miles an hour. âAnd every time you get with some gorgeous touron it fucking kills me! It makes me feel so worthless in ways you couldnât even begin to understand! So yeah, I relapsed. I relapsed because I was sick of feeling worthless.. of feeling anything. Now can you give me my fucking pill back?â
If I thought he looked mind blown before, that was nothing compared to his expression now. It resembled one of horror, and my sickness only increased. Then it returned to his previously pissed off one, his lips thinned and his nostrils flared.
A dry, humourless laugh fell from his mouth.
âSo itâs my fault? Itâs my fault that you did this to yourself? Because you couldnât just tell me about your stupid schoolgirl crush months ago?â
God, I wanted to disappear so badly.
âGive me my pill, JJ!â I shouted but he acted as if he hadnât heard me.
âWay to shift the blame much-â
âGive me my pill and fucking leave, JJ!â
âBlaming this shit on me. You sound just like my dad-â
âGive me my fucking pill!â
He finally responded to my words, leaning in close with gritted teeth and lowly hissing âOr what?â
His faces was inches from mine. Iâd never seen him look so angry - at a Pogue anyway - and I instinctively flinched away from him. I could feel my eyes getting damp and my bottom lip starting to quiver, and unlike usual I didnât try to hide it. It didnât matter anymore.
âExactly! You canât do shit!â He scoffed, a taunting smirk pulling at his lips.
âGet the fuck out of my house!â
âIâm leaving, donât you worry. You fucking junkie. Just turn on your phone so the others know youâre alive.â
He stood up and pulled the pot from his pocket, waving it in my face before putting it back. He even snickered as I reached for it.
âI fucking hate you!â I shouted, picking up one of my pillows and throwing it at him.
âYep. I hate me too. Join the club.â He spat.
And with that he slammed my bedroom door shut and I was alone again, tears falling down my face and sobs escaping my throat.
The months of wondering if he liked me back had been answered in the worst possible way. Far worse than any of the terrible ways Iâd imagined. And it was all my fault.
I felt devastated, wholly and entirely. Not just devastated about JJ, but about the Pogues. There was no way Iâd ever be invited back to the Chateau now. He would tell them about everything that had just happened - about how Iâd demanded for my Xanax back - and they would hate me for it.
My mum was in my room moments later, wrapping her arms around me and trying to comfort me. She didnât have any real idea of what had just happened, just that Iâd had an argument with JJ, and she knew for a fact that I liked him. She was my mum after all, she could tell.
âItâll be alright. Whatever you said, heâll get over it. Itâs not like heâs an angel. Lord knows Iâve heard that boy say some pretty mean stuff.â
And I had to just agree with her, unable to tell her the whole truth, unable to even smile as I thought of the times sheâd overheard him talking shit and given him a stern look. There was only one answer to my problem now, and it was the exact thing that had created the problem in the first place. I had to go to Barryâs.
âIâm gonna go to Kieâs. Have a girls night.â I sniffled, wiping my face with the sleeve of my jumper. âIâm sorry mum. I just canât be here right now.â
âThatâs alright darling. Do you want me to drive you?â She said softly, sending another pang of guilt into my gut.
âNo thanks. Iâll be alright.â I forced a weak smile and she nodded, her face relaxing slightly.
By time Iâd showered, gotten dressed and put on some makeup it was getting dark outside which I was actually glad about. Reduced visibility meant that I was less likely to get recognised by anyone on my way, meaning they wouldnât see the red blotches on my face from crying nor how ugly I looked.
The ride to Barryâs felt the longest it ever had; my head louder than it had been in a long time. I struggled to not start crying again, remembering JJâs harsh words and how humiliated they made me feel.
When I got to Barryâs, I was relieved once again to see that the house was empty apart from him. A radio played country ballads quietly and the thick scent of weed smoke filled the room.
âWhatâs up with you party princess? You look like you just got told the worst news of your life.â Was what Barry opened the door with, and I couldnât even argue with him. I looked like shit.
âDonât act like you care. I just need to buy some more pills.â I forced a smile as I sat down on his couch, graciously accepting the half smoked joint from his hand.
âWell shit, thatâs blunt. Maybe I do care. How would you know?â He scoffed.
âBecause Iâm not dumb, Barry. Why would you care? Iâm sure youâve got much more important things on your plate than whatever stupid drama I have going on.â
âYouâre right I probably do. That donât make me heartless though. Sucks to see such a pretty girl looking so sad.â
And there it was. All he had said was âprettyâ - such a minute compliment, yet I sucked it up like it was oxygen and instantly craved more. My body relaxed slightly and my gut felt a tiny bit less heavy. I let out a dry chuckle, unsure of whether my amusement was real or not.
âThatâs sweet. Now can I buy some pills?â
Barryâs chuckle matched mine, also lacking any real humour though a grin painted his face.
âSure you can. I ainât got any xans in though. Only Klonopin. That okay?â
I didnât know much about Klonopin other than that it was stronger than Xanax, and though I wouldâve usually probably rejected the offer, it sounded perfect in that moment. I handed him the cash and he handed me the pot, which I instantly opened and took a pill from.
Barry raised an eyebrow, looking amused, and handed me a beer that heâd been nursing. I was quick to finish it.
âThese pills cost more, youâre about twenty dollars short.â
âShit. I can pay you back next week?â
âDonât worry about it princess. Thereâs other ways you can pay me back.â
I knew what he meant immediately from the sultry tone heâd adopted, and though I thought to insist on paying him with cash, I didnât even care enough to. Instead, I walked to his fridge and took out another beer before swallowing down another pill with it. Anything to make me forget about the Pogues.
These pills hit fast and strong and I sunk into the sofa like it were a big embrace from a huge, soft monster. The fibres felt softer than usual and my fingers traced over them with satisfaction, my mind going completely blank other than the thought of how nice the sofa felt.
âSo, you wanna talk about whatâs been bothering you or?â
âIt doesnât matter. He doesnât want me. Who cares.â I mumbled.
âWhoâs that? One of your boy toys?â
âJJ.â
Barry scoffed.
âCouldâve fooled me. That kid follows you around like a puppy dog.â
I grimaced, blue eyes appearing in my mind, and quickly chugged the rest of my beer.
âCan I have some smoke?â
âNice of you to ask for once.â He chuckled, handing me the ashtray with a half smoked joint in it.
âYou like my attitude, Barry. Donât pretend that you donât.â
âYeah. Not the only thing I like about you.â
I snorted at that, though I was secretly flattered, any sense of danger quickly dwindling. An hour later and I was struggling to stay awake, my head continuously falling forward until I pulled it back up again, much to Barryâs amusement.
âLetâs get you to bed, princess.â He said to me with a smile, holding out his hand to take. I took it gratefully and followed him to his bedroom, stumbling as I did.
As soon as I saw the bed I flopped onto it, landing on my belly and burying my face in the soft sheets. Like the sofa, every fibre felt soothing and kind, and I momentarily forgot where I was until the sound of Barryâs deep chuckle reached my ears.
âYou like the bed?â
âYeah. Itâs nice.â I mumbled in response and he chuckled again.
âYou can stay here for as long as you want.â
âThanks.â
Then I felt his hands on my shorts, his fingers hooking around the waistband and pulling them down without any warning. He pulled them all the way down to my feet until they were no longer attached to my body and then moved a hand to my underwear, groping my thighs and butt as he did.
âNo. Barry. Iâll pay in cash. I promise.â I groaned, trying to flip myself over but struggling to do so against his grip.
âBut youâre so beautiful.â He whispered in my ear, his hands now moving to untie my halter top. âYour skin is so smooth. Even softer than I imagined. And your ass is just incredible. A real work of art.â
I hesitated for a moment before whispering âReally?â
He hooked his finger into my underwear and pulled them down and I flinched and tried to turn around again, but his other hand flat against my back stopped me from doing so.
âAnyone who doesnât want you is an idiot, princess.â He answered, closer to my ear than I expected him to be.
He placed a kiss on my neck and I opened my mouth to say no again but only a gasp came out, reacting to the feeling of his fingers suddenly being inside of me.
âStop-â I tried to say with confidence, but it came out as a mumble.
âSsh. Sssh. Itâs alright baby. Let me look after you.â He said softly and in a moment of realisation I felt all the fight leave my body, disappearing into the darkness of the pillow that was suffocating my view.
There was no point in trying to stop it. It was happening now - thanks to my own stupid decisions - and I had to accept it. At least Barry wanted me, even if his touch felt like an invasive probe, at least someone wanted me.
My consciousness slipped away into a dizzy, warm pool, occasionally re-emerging with a particularly hard thrust or a slap to my arse, but largely un-present. I didnât know how long he was fucking me for, and at some points I wasnât even sure if it was real, everything feeling like some bad, confusing dream. The only real thoughts I remembered having were about JJ, and I was glad when they were plucked away.
The next morning I knew that it was real though, my body aching from his touch, and despite my mindâs desperate pleas for me to leave, another pill into my mouth had me sinking into the bed again, grateful for the soothing words that came out of his mouth. I didnât have the energy to go home and lie to my mumâs face. To tell her about the great night Iâd had with Kie when Iâd really been in a borderline comatose state with a forceful drug dealer.
Barry brought in breakfast on a tray - a bacon sandwich - and a joint, lighting it for me before placing it in my mouth. It reminded me of the mornings Iâd spent with JJ when Iâd first gotten sober. How he tried so hard to make me feel better even though Iâd done it to myself. Iâd done it to myself all over again.
âMorning party princess, you feeling better?â Barry asked with a sincere smile and I shrugged.
I didnât know what I was feeling. It wasnât good, but was it better than last night? I couldnât remember.
âHow are you?â I returned, unable to answer the question.
âWell I woke up next to your ass so Iâm pretty peachy.â
I couldnât even crack a false smile at that like I usually wouldâve. My heart ached.
âOh come on darling, life ainât all that bad. You got anything you need to do today?â
I didnât even know what day it was.
âNo.â
âWell then you can just relax here if you want. Help me weigh up some product. Eat some good food. Smoke some free weed.â
That did sound like an alright plan.
âIâll cook up some hash browns.â
His offer sounded genuine, laced with care and concern, and it lit a spark of affection within me. I hadnât been looked after like this in a long time. Not since JJ helped me get sober. Part of me knew that it was wrong, that I hadnât wanted any of this from Barry and he was forcing it onto me, but the other part of me felt so desperate for love that I couldnât bare to be alone.
âOkay, okay.â I agreed and then added a âThank youâ before swallowing a pill and then tucking into my sandwich.
He turned on the television before crawling back into bed with me, wrapping his arm loosely around my shoulders and taking drags on his own joint. A basketball game was playing and he seemed extremely invested in it so I didnât complain, sitting and watching the sports like it was the most interesting thing in the world. I knew that if I was sober I wouldnât be able to bare the bore of it, but as I smoked and got more high the giggles eventually kicked in and I felt a smile cracking at my face, amused by the enthusiasm of the commentators.
âWhat you finding so funny?â Barry turned to me and asked with a grin.
âI donât know. Theyâre just so into it. Itâs a simple way to live I guess.â I answered and he clearly disagreed.
âAinât simple. Itâs important.â
âOf course you think that.â
I thought he was going to argue, maybe even get offended, but his smile widened and he instead reached out to gently touch my face.
âI like it when you smile. Suits you.â He said sincerely.
He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. The feeling was invasive and uncomfortable and I put my hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him away. The doting expression on his face was quick to turn to confusion.
âSorry.. I donât really want to do that right now.â I said sheepishly.
âThatâs alright princess, donât look so scared, I ainât gonna hurt ya.â He smiled and I felt myself relax again.
I was stupid enough to believe him, even though my rear was certainly bruised from what heâd done the previous night. Maybe it wasnât stupidity, maybe it was desperate naivety. Or maybe I was just high.
It was a short while later that we were sat in his living room on the sofa, a coffee table full of weed and two sets of scales in front of us. Weâd been casually chatting whilst weighing and bagging up the weed, passing a joint between each other and paying half attention to the television. Iâd almost completely forgotten about the previous night - or at least had pushed it to the back of my mind - and was somewhat enjoying myself. Images of JJ and the Pogues would flash behind my eyes occasionally, but I would just drink a beer or take a drag or eat another pill and they would soon go away. So, by the evening I was quite fucked up again.
A few customers had come by but were quickly hurried away by Barry who could obviously tell I didnât want to be around them. I found myself quite grateful for his patience even if his lingering stares and light touches did make me uncomfortable. At least somebody wanted me. At least I wasnât entirely worthless.
Then he tried to kiss me again and I rejected him less kindly this time, a bit too inebriated to remember my manners. The uneasiness that it made me feel had me instantly reaching for my pot of pills, and I didnât say no when he offered me a drink a few minutes later, expecting him to bring out another beer. Instead he brought out a bottle of vodka and I stupidly said yes to it, not thinking of how spirits mixed with benzodiazepines
I quickly became a mess, unable to see straight or filter any words that came to mind.
It wasnât long until Iâd found myself being lead to Barryâs bed again, thanking him for his comfort and then unexpectedly trying to push him off me until I realised that there was no use. Heâd raped me last night and he was going to rape me again, though I didnât know if I could even call it rape given the fact that Iâd put myself in the situation twice now. Iâd been asking for it the first time, so the second time I mustâve been begging for it.
He was rougher this time, flipping me over, pulling my hair and even choking me. But I accepted it, trying to convince myself to enjoy it even though he was hurting me.
Eventually, I passed out, my body unable to produce the adrenaline that would usually keep one awake in these situations. And maybe I was thankful for that, or maybe it made it worse. I wasnât sure. But at least I wasnât thinking of JJ. At least somebody wanted me.
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