#screaming. i have the last part of the book to finish but WHAT
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HOLD UP OMG
in Second Self... is Raffi seeing the future visions of Seven, Rios and Elnor? On Ordeve? So many years before she met any of them?!
I am. So mindblown right now.
#screaming. i have the last part of the book to finish but WHAT??? W H A T??? She saw them in her dream and then WHILE ON EARTH???#star trek#star trek picard#raffi musiker#cristobal rios#seven of nine#elnor#second self#mar's book rambles#i knew the guy with the staff was elnor from the moment he was described. then put the pieces together for seven and rios#and now im like. so confused#i guess i'll find out abt the freaky shit and dreams from the caanta valley before the end of the book but this is so ominous#(i love it)#also i know rios dies in s2. and elnor dies temporarily. does that mean something. that the visions are dead people#since byrne also saw her dead husband. but afaik seven doesnt die. so maybe it's just people that love you??
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please don't say you love me
in which fwb!spencer reid and fem!reader get into an argument about the nature of their relationship.
18+ (implied intimacy) warnings/tags: friends with benefits arrangement, it goes bad, reader is so clearly anxious avoidant, reader is so me-coded, self-loathing, difficulties with emotional intimacy, arguing, derek and penelope make an appearance woo, a little dramatic, no happy ending (a nereidprinc3ss first!) a/n: it happened guys I stopped writing for a few days and last night randomly was inspired to finish this fwb piece and it essentially turned into a vent and went a completely different direction than i thought it would but here we are!!! i hope you enjoy, I loved writing, ilysm
âAre you reading it? Did you get to the part yet?â You ask, buzzing as you peer around Spencerâs arm to see where heâs at in the book youâd handed him. Sometimes you think it takes him longer to flip the pages than to read them.Â
He doesnât answer, but you see the flickering quirk of his lip like something is amusing him. Itâs been a few minutes and heâs maybe halfway through. He has to have seen it by now.Â
Youâre clinging to his arm, eyes darting pointlessly between the text and his face, searching for a reaction. It comes in the form of a furrowed brow, a disbelieving smile, and something between a barking laugh and an exclamation of, âwhat?â
âYou read it?â
His eyes narrow and he flips back a page, taking a bit longer to reevaluate.Â
âOur moans and grunts drowned out the screams of the dead and dying only a few hundred feet away.â
You giggle furiously, clapping a hand to your mouth when you snort, and you feel Spencerâs focus shifting to you, even with your eyes screwed shut.Â
âAnd you read this whole series?â
At that you sober up some, still hiding the bottom half of your face and brows drawn sorrowfully as mirthful tears well. Youâre slow to admit your guilt with a nod, and his expression is somewhere between horror and fascination.Â
Your cheeks heat and you cover your face, laughing again and shaking your head shamefully as he ridicules you.Â
âWhy? Why would you do that to yourself? I donât even know if I can be seen in public with you, thatâsââ heâs haphazardly tossed the book back on its display table and grabbed your wrists, pulling gently and laughing too. âNo, show me your face. This isâyou need to explain yourself. This is unforgivable.âÂ
âNo! I swear it was a morbid curiosity, I didnât like it, Iâm sorry! Iââ
âReid?â
You both freeze.Â
Itâs not the most dignified position, admittedlyâhidden among the shelves in a bookstore, pressed too close to be friendly, his hands around your wrists.Â
So you donât mind when he drops them like hot potatoes and gives you a few inches of breathing room.Â
âHey! Uhâyouâreââ
Spencer is looking between you and two other people at the end of the aisleâa quirky bespectacled blonde in a flouncy polka-dot dress and her taller companion, ripped and head shaved, sporting some impressive eyebrows. Right now theyâre conspicuously raisedâhis eyes are also pinballing between you and Spencer.Â
For a moment, everyone is just sort of⊠looking at each other.Â
Itâs a little bitâŠÂ awful?
Finally Spencer clears his throat.Â
âUm, what are you guys doing here? Just⊠looking at books?â
Something is off, and you feel like shrinking or running, but you just stay glued to your spot.Â
In sync, they hold up copies of the same bookâand it takes you not a second to place the authorâs name, in imposing red font at the bottom like itâs important. Rossi.Â
The pieces click into place. These must be Spencerâs co-workersâPenelope and Derek, if his descriptions of the team have served you well. Part of you is starstruck. Part of you is embarrassed. Theyâre clearly shocked to see Spencer with a girl in the wild, so you know he hasnât told them about youâand why should he, you think, why should he tell his friends about the girl heâs been sleeping with for months now?Â
Finally, the blonder half of the duo speaks.Â
âYouâreâthis is a girl. Thatâs. Who is that? Hi! Who are you?â
Sheâs literally pointing at you, eyes drifting between you and Spencer like it just doesnât make any sense. Derek gives her a look and gently pushes her hand down.Â
âHey. Thatâs enough.â Then he offers you a polite smile, though you sense a bit strained, and his eyes too keep wandering back to the man next to you. âSorry. Didnât mean to interrupt.â
âNo, no! Youâre not⊠interruptingâŠâ Spencer trails off and you sense heâs looking at you and gauging a reaction but youâre just smiling idly at his friends and waiting for this to be over. He finally thinks to introduce you by name, and you offer a shy wave and a smile to your new acquaintances.Â
Penelope points (that damn finger again) but this time itâs less accusatory, and stays below chin level.Â
âCool shirt. I love that band,â she offers genially. Your brows raise and you look down, trying to remember what shirt youâd tossed on before leaving Spencerâs apartment an hour ago.Â
âOh! Thanks,â you smile, and youâre relieved to mean it this time.Â
Another frosty silence begins to descend, but Derek doesnât let it settle so much this time, to everyoneâs satisfaction.Â
âAlright, well. It was nice to meet you. Enjoy your date.â
Thereâs too much weight on the last sentence, and Derek gives Spencer a eyebrows-raised-meaningfully look you donât understand. Youâre just glad Spencer keeps his mouth shut and doesnât immediately insist that itâs not a date, because itâs not, and thatâs fine, but the vehement denial would bum you out.Â
The pair walk away in the kind of clenched silence that means theyâll start fervently whispering as soon as they are out of ear shot. You watch their retreating figures and chew your lip, sensing that the carefree and playful energy of five minutes ago will have evaporated by the time you turn back to face your companion.Â
âStrange,â you murmur, mostly to yourself, and youâre slightly jarred when Spencer replies from beside you.Â
âWhich part?â
All of it.Â
Turning to face him, you smile, and it doesnât reach your eyes but it doesnât need to.Â
âOhânothing, sorry.â
For a moment, he doesnât respond, only stares at a point somewhere above your head and narrows his eyes like heâs thinking unpleasant thoughts.Â
âWas I an asshole, to you, just now?â
Itâs unexpected. You donât have an answer prepared, so you say something that feels like a lie because you canât prove that itâs not the truth.Â
âI donât think so. Why?â
âI just⊠I donât know. I get weird around them, sometimes. I donât always know what to say, like, when my personal life and my work life intersect, because for a long time I didnât really have a personal life. And I think they still think I donât know how to talk to girls, soâŠâ
âYou donât know how to talk to girls,â you remind him. âLetâs go look at the puzzles.â
Maybe you spend too much time with Spencer Reid. Maybe thatâs the problemâtoo long in his presence and heâs eating away at your neural tissue like youâve got cysticercosis and heâs the T. solium (a terrible thing he had explained to you a few weeks ago.)
Maybe you need a break from him, to stop breathing his air and sleeping in his bed and wearing his clothing, because youâre forgetting that heâs not the entire world and that is a very bad thing to forget in a situation like yours. The entire world cannot be the size of his apartment.Â
But you also just like him so much. As a friend, of course. That goes without saying. You like his strange sense of humor, and the way he lights up when you ask him an obscure question. You like your legs across his lap while you watch his old shows. You also like being kissed by him, and hugged by him. You like being taken care of like no one has ever taken care of you, and you like the way he always touches you, soft and kind and so on purpose.Â
You never meant to like him so much.Â
This affectionâit has grown, insidious and parasitic, and now that itâs been pointed out to you like a lump in your side, itâs impossible to ignore.Â
What you and Spencer have works precisely because youâve kept things platonic and casual. That way, thereâs no worrying about emotional baggage or arguing about feelings because there are none to be found and no precedent that any such things should or need to occur. You canât hurt each otherâs feelings if your feelings arenât on the table.Â
So why canât you stop thinking about earlier?
Why canât you help caring that heâs been keeping you a secret from the people he loves most?
âSo, essentially the book is his first deep dive into meta-fiction. It was pretty revolutionary at the time, and while not his most celebrated novel, Iâd argue it was his most relevant and culturally pervasive. Iâd actually love to hear your interpretation of the storyâitâs truly different for everyone. Itâs a little like⊠like a literary Rorschach test. Do you wanna borrow it?â
Youâre a tangle on his bedâarms, legs, sheetsâitâs hard to tell where you end and he begins. All youâre sure of is his hand, tracing his fingers in chaste lines, feather-light up and down your inner thigh in the way he knows you like. Usually itâs so soothing you melt and fall asleep within minutes. Right now itâs only stoking some sparking electrical fire in your chestâthe buzzes and bursts from which have you on edge. Ready to cave in at any second. You wish you could relax. Youâve been trying.
Spencer is in no hurry for you to respond, and so doesnât seem to mind when it takes you a long while to find your answer.Â
âI think I need to go home.â
It comes out too scratchy, as you havenât really spoken for several hours. Not as casual as you were going for. He angles his head down toward you and his hand stops and you realize itâs actually worse like that.Â
âIs everything okay?â
âYeah! Everything is fine, I just⊠I wanna sleep in my own bed tonight, I think.â
Itâs late and you shouldnât be making him drive you across town, but heâs always amenable to what you want. This is the longest youâve ever stayed at his place, after allâa rare long weekendâand before that a few weeks had passed with no cases to speak of, during which time youâve been staying with him more and more. Spencer seems to be completely content letting you eat his food and use his shower if it means you donât leave.Â
âI know the feeling well,â he admits, and your heart twinges with the care he takes to not bump or bend you or pull your hair as he shifts. Heâs already been out of bed, and so is more dressed than you. Really, most people on the planet are more dressed than you, and you pull his nice sheet higher up your chest as he sits on the edge of the mattress, looking down at you and with a sort of worry in his eyes. He finds your knee through the fabric. âAre you sure youâre okay? Youâve been quiet.â
Stop paying such close attention, you want to tell him. And in the same breath, please donât ever look away.Â
âIâm⊠good.â
It is easily the least convincing performance of your life. Either youâre self sabotaging or you want him to push you further, and you donât know which is worse.Â
When his brow ramps just the slightest bit, you know youâve fumbled it.Â
âI donât believe you.â
You shrug. âI donât need you to.â And then you sit up, still holding the sheet to your chest. âCan you hand me a shirt?â
Enough clothing has accumulated around the room recently that he could pretty much reach out in any direction and find something for you to wear.  He grabs a sweatshirt hanging from the bedpost and holds it out for you, and you pull it over your head, before dropping your feet onto the cool wooden floor and grabbing the first bottoms you seeâa pair of floral pajama shorts. How have so many of your clothes ended up at his apartment?
âIs there anything I can do to help?â
You scoop your bag up from a chair and flit around the room, haphazardly stuffing away discarded clothing to take back home. Itâs true that itâll be nice to get back to your stuffâyour shower products and your closet and your silk pillow cases. You shouldnât be spending so much time here. Itâs not your space and youâve been sacrificing your own needs to be closer to him, which is something youâd rather not do for any man.Â
âYou can drive me home. Iâll send you gas money.â
âYou donât need to send me gas money,â he says, tacking your name on to the end of the sentence in a way that raises your hackles instantly.Â
âYeah, I do. You drive me around constantly. Iâll pay you back and start taking the metro, or something.â
âI donât want your money,â he scoffs.Â
âFine. Then Iâll call a car.â
âThatâs unnecessary. Iâm happy to drive you.â
âWhy?â
Silence hangs. Spencer has by this point stood up, and heâs watching you with a furrowed brow and slightly parted lips like he doesnât understand where this animosity has come from. Honestly, youâre not entirely sure either. You didnât realize you were harboring so much of it.Â
âAm I supposed to see you as an inconvenience?â
âIâm not your responsibility.â
âNo. Youâre not. We have a relationship and I donât mind doing things for you.â
âYouâre not my boyfriend.â
You didnât mean to say it, but you sure as hell were thinking it.Â
It feels good to say, like stretching a sore muscle beyond its limits or pressing into a bruise until you get past the ache. Sometimes when things hurt, itâs best to feel the pain and move on.Â
He looks absolutely perplexed, the lines between his brows only ditching deeper.Â
âIs that what this is about?â
âOh my god, Spencer, no, I donât careââ
âBecause earlier at the bookstore I asked you if I was being an asshole andââ
âI do not give a fuck about earlier at the fucking bookstore!â
Itâs too late to be yelling, but he doesnât scold you. He just sort of looks at you, like youâre something mildly unpleasant. It makes you feel worse.Â
A long moment goes by.Â
âFine. Iâll take you home.â
You let him brush past you, nothing more than a breeze on your shoulders as he disappears from the darkened bedroom. For a moment, you canât follow him. All you can do is stand there and try to contain that sour, stinging, crying feeling in your eyes and nose because thereâs no reason for you to be crying right now.Â
From the living room, he calls, rather abrasively, âAre you coming?â
âYes,â you huff, and it is as wavering as it is insolent, so obviously the only word holding back a full-fledged deluge of tears.Â
One minute. One minute to sniffle and take deep breaths and wipe abashedly under your eyes because you refuse to be dramatic about this. Refuse to get over-emotional. You will not let it matter this much to you.Â
When you decide you can show your face without making a scene, you march out of his bedroom and straight past where heâs leaning against the kitchen counter, keys in hand, to the front door.Â
He doesnât move. You burn smoking holes into the dark wood of the door with your eyes, and the two of you are apparently at an impasse.Â
âIâm ready,â you eventually snap, always the impatient one between the two of you, casting a sharp glance over your shoulder.Â
âIâm not.â
âYou said you wouldââ
âI know what I said,â Spencer cuts you off and shuts you up, âand I changed my mind. Iâd prefer to talk about it before I take you home.â
By the time he finishes the sentence youâre already wrestling your phone from the depths of your bag in search of a ride sharing app.Â
âOkay, well Iâm done talking because I donât think thereâs anything to talk about, soââ
âNo, youâre done talking because this is what you do. You can never admit it when you want something because that would mean acknowledging that youâre a human being with emotions, and thatâs too scary for you.â
Surely you misheard him. You turn around, a deep frown contorting your features.Â
âExcuse me?â
He only looks at you in that expectant, knowing way of his.Â
âItâs too scary so you run away. Youâd rather burn your relationships to the ground and rebuild them with a new person every time than actually let someone in.â
âYou donât know me!â You yell.
âDo you actually think thatâs true?â Spencer says, pushing off his perch against the counter, voice shrilling and raised slightly as he gets visibly agitated. âYou think Iâve spent hours upon hours with you and I donât know you at all?â
âYou have no idea what Iâm like in a relationship because this isnât one. You have no fucking idea what I want, so do not presume to,â you seethe.Â
âYou want a relationship. You wanted my friends to know you and you didnât tell me that because youâre fucking terrified of the fact that I do know you. You canât stand the idea that regardless of how many times you tell yourself itâs just sex, you have been vulnerable with me, and youâve told me things youâve never told anyone before, like why your last three relationships really ended, and how you constantly self-sabotage when youâre on the verge of getting what you want because you think you donât deserve it.â
âShut up!â
âNo. Iâm not just going to let you walk away from me like you did everyone else who couldâve ever cared about you because I know once you walk out that door youâll stop responding to my calls and texts and Iâll never see you again, which is a juvenile pattern and completely unsustainable if you donât want to keep pushing people away for the rest of your life!â
âGod, Spencer, stop!â You sob, staggering back like youâve been stabbed.Â
The urgency, the raw, desperate scratch of your voice, stops him in his tracks.Â
Every place an arrow penetrated a chink in your armor aches, and it hurts so much worse because he knew exactly where they were. You donât know when or how it happened, but heâs right. Despite your most valiant efforts, Spencer Reid knows you. Somehow he crept in and grew over every limb like ivy. Itâs crawled over your feet and up your legs and itâs keeping you there, rooted in place in his apartment, sobbing silently into the crook of your arm because you feel utterly paralyzed with fear.Â
Just as heâd said.Â
Itâs silent for a long stretch of time, unquantifiable the same way the distance between the beach and the horizon is unquantifiable. Itâs sprawling and infinite and desolate. The only relief from the drowning quiet is the occasional gulp of air or gasp from you which furthers your humiliation.Â
âIâm sorry,â Spencer finally whispers, soft and unsure like rays of weak sunlight over staggered tides, in the grey morning after a raging storm. Itâs an attempt. Itâs earnest and afraid.Â
The energy radiating off of him is so tangible that you can sense his desire to come near. To hold you. But that would be your worst nightmare come to fruition. Thisâthis warbling and crying in front of him in silence in his dark apartment is god-awful enough. But to be comforted? For him to bear witness up close and personal to your humility and your ugly, jagged piecesâthat inspires true catatonia. That is everything he said you were afraid of, and he was right.Â
You resent your human nature, and the fact that you care how his friends look at you and that it stung when they did so with little more than apathy. You hate that you care that he hasnât told them about you. You hate that you feel so unimportantâbecause more than anything, you want to be fine with being unimportant.Â
You want to be fine. Constantly.Â
You hate that you feel. You hate that you care.Â
But you always have. And so fucking deeply.Â
Somehow, Spencer Reid is the only one who has ever noticed.Â
Eventually, his self-restraint snaps and he surges forward at the same time as you take a shuddering inhale and step back.Â
âPlease donât touch me,â you whisper. Afraid that if he did, his fingers would only sink into your flesh like decaying fruit. That you would disintegrate in his hands, and heâd finally see youâd been rotten the whole time.Â
He speaks softly, holding his hands up to show you heâs not a threat.Â
âOkay. I wonât. Iâm sorry.â
âI need to go home.â
âIâllââ
âNo. I donât want a ride. Iâll get a car.â You speak quietly. Efficiently. Thereâs no point in pretending this doesnât feel catastrophic anymore.Â
His brows furrow. Like a moth to flame, like he doesnât even realize heâs doing it, he draws nearer again.Â
âIâm not comfortable with you on the street at this hour.â
âIâll wait in the lobby,â you insist, pleading, a wounded animal, because he doesnât seem to understand how every casual notion of kindness is a violence, how heâs ripping into you and making it so youâll never be able to put yourself back together. He canât be kind like youâre easy to be kind to.Â
If youâre easy to be kind to, you are just as easy to hurt. Accepting that kindness is a sort of vulnerability you feel you canât afford right now.Â
Another moment of silence, of stillness, as if youâre both bolted to the ground where you stand.Â
When he speaks itâs a blow to the chest because youâve made him cry too.Â
âIâm sorry,â he repeats, quietly, and a venomous self-hatred drips down your throat. Because youâre doing it again.
Maybe this is all you will ever be.Â
You fail to stifle a sob and Spencer steps closer still, saying your name desperately and so quietly like itâs his last rite.Â
And you try. You try harder than you ever have to stay in one place, to get a hold of your vibrating and to swallow all those slithery feelings and ignore every alarm telling you to panic when he reaches out to touch your arm because itâs never safe to let people in. But when his hand finally brushes you, itâs like a cow prod. You jolt backward.Â
âI canât, Iâm sorry,â you whisper all in one harrowed breath, and thereâs so much youâd like to sayâyouâre right, about everything, you do know me, you know what I want, I tried, Iâm ashamedâbut none of it matters. None of it is enough. Heâs backed you into a corner of your own making, and the only way out is by pushing him aside even if it hurts you both.Â
So you donât say anything else. You leave him there, in the dark of his own apartment, and you disappear down the hall.Â
Maybe this is all you will ever be.
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Spring Fling - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader (Part Five) (18+) / Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
Summary: You should have known the âno refundsâ detail on the website for Spring Fling was a red flag. But you paid no mind to it, eager to be assigned a quick fuck for spring break. When the man that walks through your cabin door is none other than Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, your wildly infuriating fellow pilot, you have two choices: bicker the entire time and have a miserable spring break, or fuck.
Contents/Warnings: smut, minors dni. fem!reader, pilot!reader, enemies/rivals to lovers, lots and lots of arguing, could these two people be any less cooperative, sex seven ways to sunday and then some, seriously like so much smut it'll make your eyes bleed, makeouts, rough sex, oral (m+f receiving), penetrative sex, will add as i post
WC: 7.0k / navigation / inbox
A/N: Thank you all for waiting for this chapter! I know it took me longer to finish this one than it did the others but it's the longest chapter so far, and I also had a lot of major life events go down in the time between this chapter and last. I appreciate each and every single one of you who stayed patient with me, and I hope that this chapter and that the rest to come are worth the wait :) <3
feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!
Youâre doing a terrible job at paying attention to where youâre going as you take the elevator, jamming your finger against the 12 button so hard it hurts. Pizza is on the twelfth floor, and youâre hoping Daniel will be there early like you so that you can forget about Jake and his tyrannical rule.Â
Itâs clear as day to you; Jake thinks he has control over you just the same way he has control over the girls that drool over him at the Hard Deck. He thinks one glance will melt your brain into mush, but it wonât. It doesnât, and youâre not letting the cockiest man you know believe heâs won you over. Especially one that you work with. If anyone found out- if any of your fellow aviators knew that youâd succumbed to Jakeâs charms⊠youâd risk losing the respect youâve fought hard to earn on the tarmac. Youâre not letting your career take a nosedive because Jake wonât stop bragging about getting his dick wet. He doesnât get a say in your life if he has nothing genuine to contribute to it. You know him well enough to know that caving in and fucking would be the worst decision of your life, and you refuse to let him feel like heâs won you like a prize. Youâre standing up for yourself; if he can shit-talk Daniel, you can shit-talk Miss Melons.
Your skin prickles with annoyance the more you think about the woman that had approached you both- seriously, did she not consider that she was being intrusive and rude? You assume Jake has snagged her away from her roommate by now, and theyâre probably having a better time than you are.Â
Everything feels unfair, down to the coincidental roommate placement. Itâs like the universe had heard you needed a break, and wanted to punish you for it.
Cracking open your book helps, but it takes you a while to get into the groove. Youâre sitting poolside across from the pizza place, eyes glancing from page to parlor every once in a while to check for a certain bearded man. The main lead is compelling, and your stomach soars as you imagine Daniel in a cowboy hat. Youâd save that horse.
Peace is hard to find while sitting poolside on a cruise, but chaos is actually the perfect white noise for you to read, and your concentration isnât broken until a shadow falls over your lounge chair. You glance up, but itâs not the man youâd wanted to see.
âHey.â Jakeâs already frowning, his face apprehensive like he thinks youâll scream at him to get away. You want to, but you donât want to cause a scene.
âWhat, Hangman?â
âIâm not trying to control you.â He pushes despite seeing your gaze back on your book, âI just donât think youâre meant to be with Daniel. But I shouldnât have given you a hassle for doing the same thing to me. I just⊠I do it because-â
He stops short, glancing sideways at a man running despite the clear no running sign on the lifeguard tower. You decide to help him in his moment of need.
âBecause youâre used to women who let you walk all over them. Even if youâre not trying to control me, youâre used to having that control. Itâs familiar for you, so you expect it, even if you donât know youâre doing it. But Iâm not like that. You canât keep me waiting on you.â
The scoff he lets out is accompanied by an expression that looks truly pained, âThat ainât it at all. But forget it. Donât worry about why I do it. I just thought maybe you were doinâ it to me for the same reasons. But never mind. Iâll shut up about Daniel. Truce?â
You glare up at him, book still open in your lap. He extends an uncharacteristically helping hand, and you wait a truly uncomfortable amount of time before taking it and shaking once.
âTruce.â
He takes the chair beside you, stretched out in the sun. Unfortunately, it seems like your reading time is over as his head turns to you, âSo, Dudley showed up yet?â
âHeâs coming for lunch.â You cling to your novel, trying desperately to ignore Jake and his instantly broken promise, âWhat about Melon girl, they werenât ripe enough for you?â
âShe wasnât my type.â He starts, and thereâs a heavy silence before he continues, âI donât like a woman who thinks itâs fun to get between a couple.â
The sideways glance you send Hangman, the âI-told-you-soâ smirk, is lethal.
âAnyways.â He continues, tone more casual now, âFancy a swim, darlinâ?â
âIâll read instead,â You offer, âBut you have fun, Hangman.â
âParty Pooper,â He accuses, standing from the lounge chair heâs occupying and stretching briefly, âYouâre an absolute mood-killer. No fun, the most boring person on this boat.â
âIâm about to be more of one: have you put sunscreen on?â
âNope,â He grins, âYou volunteering to do the honors, you sleazy thing?â
âAbsolutely not. But you can use the stuff in my bag.â You nod at your tote bag, âDonât use it all, though.â
âYes, maâam.â Jake nods, folding into a seat on the edge of the lounge chair beside yours, âSo, whatâs going on in that book, they boning yet?â
âMhm.â You nod absently as Jake begins smearing sunscreen over his arms and legs, âReal sexy stuff.â
âIâve got somethinâ sexier for you.â
âItâs a porn book, Hangman,â You clarify, in case heâs forgotten, âIâm trying to read porn. Leave me alone.â
âThereâs porn right here!â He calls, arms out to show off his impressively tanned and toned chest, a thick layer of sunscreen giving it a sheen that glistens in the light. As reluctant as you are to admire anything about Jake, you canât lie; he has a body worth ogling. But you will not ogle it.
âThis pornâs better,â You hum, glancing up at Jake through your lashes, deceptively inviting, âThis guyâs got a cowboy hat on.â
âIâve got a million and one cowboy hats,â Jake insists, slowly inching towards you and away from the edge of the pool, âIs that really all it takes, darlinâ? âCause I can slap one on in seconds, if thatâs what youâre after. âEven brought one with me in case my roommate was into it.â
âMm, maybe,â You let him get closer, excitement clearly swirling in his eyes as he advances towards your chair. He doesnât notice the shifting of your feet until itâs too late and one is shoving firmly against his chest, knocking him off balance and sending him tumbling backwards into the pool.
Thereâs not anyone in his immediate vicinity besides you, so you take the brunt of the splash, but itâs worth it.
âBut I like it better when the hatâs on a real gentleman!â You call, laughter interrupting your words as Jake emerges from the pool well and truly soaked, shaking water out of his hair. Heâs been thoroughly underwater trained, so heâd been able to catch his breath in time despite the surprise of it all, and thereâs no real harm done besides the initial splash.
âYou dirty rotten minx,â He calls, water dripping from his short hair into his eyes, âYou lured me in with the promise of cowboy hat sex just to push me in the pool?â
âI canât believe you fell for it!â Youâre still laughing, but maybe this bout of giggles is only to annoy him, âThatâs, like, the oldest trick in the book. Well, maybe besides the cowboy hat sex thing. But you shouldnât have gotten so close!â
He braces his elbows on the wall of the pool, the border surely burning his skin. But he stares at you regardless, âI thought you were finally givinâ in.â
âItâd take a lot more than a cowboy hat to make me give in, Jake.â You laugh, turning back to your book, âLike, a full personality transplant.â
Jake hears Danicaâs words repeated back to him in his head, âShow, donât tellâ.
âNoted. Iâll look into oneâuh those,â He quips, smile sarcastic and empty as he resorts to swimming alone, âHey, when youâre done with that chapter, you should join me.â
âNo.â
âAlright.â
You glance away from the bookâs pages at Hangmanâs unusual, immediate acceptance of your refusal. But he lifts himself out of the water- no stairs, no ladder, only his forearms against the deck, and your stomach sinks as you realize he might be playing a game of wills with you.
Instead, he sits beside you again, this time facing away from you, âWill you rub some sunscreen on my back?â
You want to say no. You would, if he were only asking to feel your hands on him. And maybe thatâs part of it, but you also know that as much as he tans, he could burn, and his back is the only part of himself that he canât reach. Youâd want someone to do you the solid too, so you sigh and set your book aside.
âFine. But you owe me.â
âMhm.â He nods, passing you the sunscreen, âIâll rub it wherever you want, Y/N.â
You whack him upside the head with the bottle, and when he hisses in pain and pitches forwards, you squirt some of the lotion onto your palm and begin applying it to the broad, tanned, muscled expanse of his back.
Youâre no masseuse, but apparently youâre rubbing all the right places, because Jake lets out grunts and groans that are borderline pornographic. If they were coming from anyone else, you might have squirmed in your seat, but each one sends your eyes rolling skywards as you cover Jakeâs skin in goopy sun lotion.
âDamn, youâre good.â Jake grunts as you dig into a knot beneath his shoulder blade, âDo that again?â
âIâm putting sunscreen on you, Jake, not working out muscle tension.â
âOh, come on, just a little more?â He pleads, turning so that he can glance at you from the side of his gaze, eyes shining in prayer.
You dig extra hard into his muscle, and you take some sort of wicked pleasure in the way that his resulting groan is more of a pained yelp than something of enjoyment.Â
âThere, Hangman.â You whack the middle of his back, between his shoulder blades, âYouâre all oiled up.â
âArenât you glad you were the one to get to do it?â Jake grins blindingly, and you bury your nose in your book again to avoid answering his question.
âOh, you can stick your face in that book all you want,â Jake drawls, and you hear the displacement of the water he steps in as he lowers himself into the pool, gracefully and by choice this time, âBut I know you liked having your hands all over me, darlinâ.â
You want to gripe something back- something witty and cutting that will tear him down where he stands, but heâs turned away from you, already submerging himself to begin swimming laps. You admire his dedication to exercise even while on vacation- you have no plans to visit the gym in the lower decks.
Jake sees the diving board just as you do, and you keep him in your peripheral vision as he climbs out of the pool to make his way up the ladder. Your novel is begging to be read, but your eyes stick firm on one fitting word- âabdomenâ so that you can watch Jake from the corner of your eye as he prepares to dive.
Fortunately, you donât need to continue the ruse of reading because Jake bellows from across the deck, âY/N, look!â
Youâre met with a grin when you look up at him, his arms raised above his head and joined flush together in diving position, âIâm gonna dive- watch me.â
âIâm watching.â You call, injecting your voice with as much disinterest as you can manage without feeling guilty, âThis feels like babysitting, Hangman.â
He dives instead of quipping back, and itâs an impressive one, not that youâll sing his praises for it. He comes up on the side of the pool closest to you, arms flinging an arc of water onto the concrete before you.
âWas it good?â He asks, panting slightly, hanging onto the wall.
âYes,â You reply, a sickly sweet smile on your face as you condescend to him, âYou did so good, honey.â
âShut up,â He sends a wave of water splashing over your sandals, and you canât be mad at him after all the teasing youâve been inflicting upon him.
âIâve been workinâ on my diving,â He goes back to swimming around, this time more casual as he keeps his head above the water to speak with you, âMy nieces back home are learninâ to swim so Iâve been in the pool a lot lately. Anytime they drag me in there I dive in and splash them.â
His arms cut through the water with strength and ease, confident strokes as you mull over his words. The image of Jake urging a toddler in floaties to cross a 3-foot gap into his arms is- endearing, not that youâll admit it. You hum in acknowledgement, and tuck back into your book.
Thereâs not many people in the pool this early- most are probably still in bed with a hangover and a mess to clean up - and itâs large to boot, so thereâs plenty of room. Your eyes drift left and catch sight of a jacuzzi, and suddenly your beach chair seems to pale in comparison.
Okay, you wonât join Jake in the pool, but youâll relax for a couple of minutes in the jacuzzi. Just until Daniel gets here.
Jake doesnât notice that youâve stood until your chair is empty, and you have a perfect view of him floundering, scanning the entire deck until he spots you half-submerged in the hot tub.
You get to laugh at him again, and he grants you a good-natured grin instead of getting annoyed.
âI thought youâd finally found whatâs-his-name,â Jake swims over to the separation wall that keeps the hot water parted from the cold, âMind if I join you, Y/N?â
âOnly if youâre- careful!â You shriek, trying desperately to protect the pages of your book from his sopping wet skin as he scales the barrier, âHangman, if this book gets wet, youâre replacing it for me.â
âAlright, alright! Iâll take you on a shopping spree, relax. Hey, if Iâm buyinâ you porn books, doesnât that make me somethinâ like a sugar daddy?â
âYouâre not getting any sugar,â You shrug, âBut sure.â
âJust call me daddy, Y/N.â He grins, âThatâs all the sugar I need.â
You hide behind your book so that he canât see the way your face wrinkles into a grimace. The heat from the jacuzzi spreads inexplicably quick all of a sudden, warming your neck, your ears, your face, and Jake lets out a thick, heavy groan as he settles into the warm water.
âThis is nice.â He muses, eyes closed, âReal relaxing.â
âItâs less relaxing when someoneâs talking the whole time,â You peek across the side of your book, âShut up, maybe?â
Jake snorts, leaning his head back against the edge of the pool, âAlright, alright your majesty. Iâll stay silent.â
You donât verbally thank him, but you donât make a scene when his leg drifts across the jet currents of the jacuzzi to brush against yours.
You cover a good chunk of your novel before a voice calls your name, and this time itâs the two people youâd been hoping to see all morning. Danica waves giddily at you and Jake, whoâs picked his head up from where you thought heâd fallen asleep and is already mad-dogging Daniel. You wave back to Danica, and cast a quick glance down at your bathing suit before standing to greet Daniel. Itâs just as tight and showy as you prefer it to be.Â
You pay no attention to Jake where he gets out behind you, too focused on Daniel to care. But perhaps you should have, because youâre two steps from meeting Daniel in the middle when Jakeâs strong arm shoves you sideways, and your book is wrenched from your grasp as you fall sideways into the pool.
Itâs cold, colder even because youâd been soaking in the hot tub. Youâre surprised, but you suppose you canât even really be mad at him considering itâs just payback for what heâd done to you.
Youâve barely righted yourself in the water before thereâs another splash beside you, and when you finally emerge thereâs hands reaching for your waist, Danielâs as you realize heâd jumped in to help you.Â
âYou-!â You splutter at Jake with bleary, chlorine-soaked eyes, attention split between Daniel whoâs trying to ensure youâre alright, and Jake whoâs snickering while holding your book in his thankfully dry hand.
âYou asshole.â Daniel finishes for you, âShe could have drowned!â
âI know how to swim,â You brace a hand on Danielâs chest- startlingly bare, but riddled with coarse, brown hair, âItâs fine, I- I pushed him in earlier.â
âRelax, Prince Charming. Itâs just a bit of payback. And look,â Jake waves your novel in front of you, âDry as a bone.â
âWell I am- uh, not.â You stand half-submerged in the pool, Daniel still holding onto your waist, âSo, I guess I will go swimming.â
âGreat. You can swim with us.â Daniel smiles, warm and inviting as he keeps his hands on you.
âYeah, us.â Jake agrees, taking Danicaâs towel and spreading it over a sunny lounge chair for her.
Jake helps lower Danica gently into the pool, holding her hand while she takes the stairs, before jumping in beside you so that youâre splashed by the wave he creates.
âYou are an asshole,â You laugh, breaking away from Danielâs grip to shove at Jakeâs shoulder. The grins on your faces are bright and genuine, perhaps the first time youâve both been able to laugh with each other the entire trip. It feels nice, and you donât fight when he shoves back at you with strong arms.
âHey- hey!â Danica shouts, standing behind Daniel with a hand on his shoulder, âWhy donât you turn that pushing and shoving into a game of chicken?â
âIâm down,â Daniel seems thrilled to be opposite Jake as he lowers himself for Danica to climb atop his shoulders, âY/N, you okay on his shoulders?â
Jake does the honors himself, dunking himself under the water and coming up between your legs. You barely have time to plant your hands on the top of his head, fingers twisting instinctively into his hair as you accidentally tug it while he stands at his full height again.
âShit, sorry Hangman.â You let go of his hair, hoping you hadnât yanked too hard. Heâs forgiven, for now, so you wonât resort to childish things like hair-pulling.
âThatâs okay, darlinâ.â He grins, craning his neck back to meet your eye, âI like it when you tug on my hair.â
You have to overlook Jakeâs suggestive comment as Danicaâs already reaching for you, and you eagerly engage in a shoving match while the two men beneath you plant themselves into the bottom of the pool. You manage to get a leg up on Danica, and theyâre both pushed backwards by the force of your shove, but Daniel surges forwards and ends up knocking you and his roommate right into each other.
You collapse against Danica, forehead-to-forehead, giggling like little girls. Her eyes are bright and shining with amusement, and her breath smells minty- like gum, not toothpaste. Youâre more than happy to begin pushing at each other again, and though youâre confident your navy-built muscles are going to prevail, she lands a critical shove against your shoulder that throws you off-balance and sends you toppling off of Jakeâs shoulders.
The water is cold, colder than you remember as you splash into it, and when you come up for air, already laughing, Jakeâs facing you, having turned when youâd fallen from his shoulders. Heâs grinning too, a hand already outstretched to help you up, but upon seeing you stand his eyes widen and his face drops.
âShit.â He lunges for you, cutting through the water as his arm wraps around your back to yank you tight against his chest. You protest, grunting with exertion as you try fighting against his grip. But his muscles are impressive, and youâre trapped against his chest despite your best efforts.
âWould you cut it out? Iâm trying to help you. Your top came untied.â
âWhat?â You splutter, water trailing down your face as you quell your instinctive struggle against his crushing hold. You realize that the reason for the extreme cold had, in fact, been because your bikini top had abandoned ship, and you barely have time to process the feeling of your bare tits slammed up against Jakeâs hard, toned chest before heâs fishing the bathing suit out of the water and feeding it around your waist.
âUp,â He instructs, lifting his eyes to the expansive blue sky above you so that you can separate yourself from his chest for long enough to cover your own again. Itâs- a strange gesture of courtesy that you would have expected from Daniel, sure, but not Jake. Perhaps thatâs why youâre so sluggish, why it takes you longer than expected to fit your top back over your tits and grapple with the strings.
âYou decent?â Jake asks, and when you grunt in confirmation he drops his eyes again. He notices you struggling with the ties and reaches for them himself, gently swatting your fingers away as he uses his advantage of sight. It presses his muscular shoulder up against your face, and you turn so that your cheek rests against it instead of your nose. Suddenly youâre held against his chest like a slow dance, and something terribly and inexplicably squirmy happens in your stomach.
âDone. I double knotted it.â He hums, and itâs such a sincere tone, one thatâs completely vacant of all his usual dickishness, that you lose yourself staring at his face when he pulls away. You begin examining it for any sign that perhaps he was murdered and replaced with a poorly-trained doppelganger.
His hair looks right, albeit sopping wet. His eyebrows are growing slightly bushier than usual, but nothing youâd consider a complete and total imposter. His nose is still the same: strong, slightly downturned (though not as far as Roosterâs), and thereâs a tiny patch of sunscreen that hasnât been rubbed in near his right eye. His mouth is set in a determined purse as he double knots the strings of your bikini top together, and his eyes- his eyes are different.
Miles different than youâve ever seen them. The outside edge of his hazel-green rings is softened, like someone has blurred their usual sharp border and lined it with suede. His pupils are huge, and theyâd be eclipsing his irises if those werenât so big and puppy-like. He is, in every sense of the word, gentle, inside and out.Â
Jake has never been gentle before.Â
âYou alright?â He asks, and you snap back to reality with his large hands spread over the expanse of your bare back, the eyes that youâd been examining firmly and concernedly fixed upon you. Only a few meager strings separate his skin from yours, and you nod once, steadily as you gently push his arms off of you.
âLetâs go again,â You call to Danica and Daniel, your voice a piss-poor attempt at strength and nonchalance as it lacks its usual life, âGood hit, Danica. But watch out, Iâm gonna kick your ass.â
âBring it,â She grins gleefully, and her giddy gaze drifts downwards to Jakeâs face when he lifts you onto his shoulders yet again. From the looks of it they share some sort of silent conversation- some inside joke that youâre not privy to.Â
Something about that, something about her excluding you from a conversation with your own teammate makes you shove her, not enough to knock her off of Danielâs shoulders, but enough to show her that youâre not going easy on her. She shrieks giddily as she writhes to stay balanced on Danielâs shoulders, a smidge less broad than Jakeâs. Youâre thankful for that, for the steady mount youâve got, as you resume pushing and shoving at Danica.
Jake is going insane. Not only does the phantom sensation of your bare tits- nipples hard from the chilly pool water - stick to him like a wet t-shirt, he can feel you against the back of his neck, your warm sex nestled snugly against him with only the bottom half of your bikini to separate you. Your thighs bracket his head, close enough for him to reach out and bite at, but he has to focus on keeping his stance sturdy so that you can play properly. Danielâs glaring viciously at him across the few feet that separates the four of you, and heâs not going to let Mr. Mailman win.Â
This time, Jake suspects youâve used that military muscle of yours, because Danica slips backwards off of Danielâs dewy shoulders and splashes into the pool. Your hand cups beneath Jakeâs chin, tilting his head upwards and leaning it back into your lap.
âNice one,â He grins upside-down at you, and you bump your fist against his when he offers it. Then youâre craning your neck down, surely uncomfortable as you leave mere inches between your lips and his, and his ears are ringing.
âBack up,â You murmur, disguising it as a congratulatory speech while Daniel helps Danica back onto his shoulders, âGet them to chase us and weâll use the momentum against them.â
âDarlinâ,â Jake proclaims, pride puffing up his chest that your legs are resting against, âYouâre my kinda woman. Always looking to win.â
âJust do it, Hangman,â You scoff, but your eye-roll is less than irritated, fond if anything due to your partnership as Jake drops his head to face Daniel and Danica once more.
Jake stands in place where heâd been before, but when Danica engages with you he begins backing up. Slowly, carefully, ensuring that his feet are planted steadily each step so that youâre not tipped over, he makes his way towards the drop off towards the deeper end of the water. Daniel follows, taking the bait, and soon enough his predicament becomes obvious: heâs not as tall as Jake.
He stands somewhere close to six feet, surely, but not past it like Jake does. Your partnerâs head is still comfortably above water, smirk in full force as Danielâs beard becomes waterlogged.Â
âThatâs not fair!â Danica laughs, petting sympathetically at Danielâs sopping wet hair, âPoor guy, weâll get you stilts for the next round.â
Daniel lands a teasing pinch against the curve of her ass and she shrieks. You lunge for her, using her momentary shock to catch her off guard as you send her tumbling backwards into the water behind Daniel.Â
You donât have time to celebrate before Jake is ducking down and slipping himself out from beneath you, his strong arms bracing your fall so that you barely sink a few feet into the water. He crushes you in a celebratory hug, his laughter harmonizing with your own. He turns you both to face Daniel and Danica as they splutter to catch their breath, his cheek pressed flush against your own.Â
âChicken Champions,â He declares, holding you tight to his side at his own height, which means your feet float above his own in the water, âIâd offer to go again, but thatâd just be cruel. You ladies wanna chatter in the hot tub while Danny-Boy and I show off on the diving board?â
âI brought a book,â Danica hums, face dripping with water you feel only mildly guilty for submerging her in, âIf you wanna read, Y/N, Iâll do it with you.â
âPerfect.â Daniel nods, already cutting through the water on his way to the diving board, âIâll be careful not to splash you guys.â
âI wonât.â Jake supplies helpfully, his grin turned shit-eating as he eyes you up, âNo point in reading one of them smutty porn books if youâre not soaking wet.â
âSplash me and Iâll throw your room key off the side of the boat, Hangman,â You promise, âYouâll be begging strangers to take pity on you in the elevator.â
âNah, thatâs not my style,â Jakeâs voice is dripping with intent while Daniel takes position on the diving board, his swim trunks dripping steady trails of water. You donât know why until he continues, taking his own bait, âIâll leave that to Daniel.â
You blame Jakeâs comment for why Danielâs dive nearly turns into a belly flop. Itâs instantaneous, really, Danielâs changing of posture as he registerâs Jakeâs biting words, and you have half a mind to admonish Jake for riling Daniel up during a dive- that could have ended badly. As it stands, Daniel does a sort of cannonball, though not intentionally, and you and Danica cringe in unison when he lands, sending water splashing well over the divider into the hot tub. Your book remains mostly unscathed- only a droplet of water lands on the cover and obscures the male leadâs face, blurring out his beard and making him appear clean-shaven.Â
Jake is already scaling the ladder, and when he gets to the top he surveys Daniel emerging from the water.
âSix,â He shrugs, sneering down at Daniel from the highest point on the deck, ââCouldâve clinched a seven if you hadnât splashed the ladies, but your form was still shit.â
He doesnât give Daniel a chance to fire back- or maybe the man is just too smart to take Jakeâs bait - before he sets his arms together above his head, and seamlessly, impeccably cuts through the water. For someone so muscular and bulky, his form is graceful- not that youâll ever tell him that. Water arcs outwards from where heâd landed, one half of the splash practically targeting Daniel where he stands watching.
He swims farther, nearly reaching the other end of the pool before he emerges, shaking water from his hair like a dog as he looks intently at you and Danica in the hot tub for a rating.
âTen!â Your reading companion shouts, blessedly unaware of the tense atmosphere- or again, too intelligent to fall for Jakeâs lowly antics- and you look at the water-stained cover of your novel.
You smear away the water droplet with your dry thumb, and the male main characterâs beard returns.
âFour.â You call, voice deadpan as you lock your eyes on your novel, âFor playing dirty and sabotaging the other contestants.â
Hangmanâs grin is open-mouthed and cemented into place as he stands taller than Daniel in the water, tanned skin standing starkly out from the blue of the chlorinated water, âDirtyâs the best way to play, darlinâ.â
Danica shoots you a look from behind the spread of her novel that youâve sent many-a-girlfriend before. Itâs the wide-eyed, restrained smile that screams âWeâre talking about this laterâ, and you mirror her expression with your own disdain.
âLeave us alone,â You call, grinning apologetically at Daniel so that he knows heâs only a bystander, âWe want to read.â
âLetâs leave the ladies to their smut, Dorian.â Jake calls, louder than he needs to be as he stretches to display his toned abdomen and muscled arms, âWe can find our own fun. Wanna see who can swim the fastest? Place your bets, ladies: pilot or mailman?â
âYou swam pretty slow when you crash-landed in the Pacific that one time,â You muse, fighting to keep a smirk off of your face, âI remember thinking you would die in the time it took for you to swim back to shore.â
âWouldnâtâve gone so slow if I wasnât hauling my RIO back to shore. He hit his head on the way down,â Jake dips his head towards Danica, happily regaling her with the tale, and you realize youâve only fluffed his ego more, âSo he was unconscious. Well I couldnât just leave him there, âpoor guy was only a trainee. So I took him along. It did slow me down, but,â He heaves a disgusting, gaudy, fake sigh, âIt was worth it to send him back home to his mama.â
You taste a hint of blood where youâve apparently chewed through your lip. You let it go and hope nothing escapes your mouth. It would be a shame to stain the pages of your novel red.
Youâre trying very hard not to pay attention to Jake and Danica where heâs engaged her in a staring contest. Well, you suppose itâs not much of a contest that she can win: the point is that youâre losing. Jakeâs showing off his impressive build, still running his mouth with every vaguely self-complementary anecdote he can embellish, and Danica is taking the bait, which means that your rampant attempts to cool Jakeâs ego have failed.Â
You let the warm, borderline-hot water sink into your skin and simmer alongside the building irritation that threatens to blow beneath the surface. Youâre tired. This was supposed to be a relaxing vacation for you- or, if not relaxing, a good way to blow off steam. You were supposed to be bent in half up against the shower wall by now, not bending the pages of your book with the strong grip youâve cemented onto them while you mediate Jakeâs ego and the willingness of so many women to accommodate it.Â
Part of you wants to let loose and have fun- not with Jake, of course. Never with Jake. But part of you wants to act rationally, forget the constant rivalry between you two and let him shack up with whoever will show him her tits first. But the other part of you, the one that cheers every time he places second in a show of skill, wants to knock him down a peg. Itâs why youâre so persistently humbling him- or, trying to, at least. Something about him putting on this cocky persona- erasing all human emotion to make way for pure sleaze puts you on edge, and you pity the fool who believes it.
You canât tell if Danicaâs that fool yet, because sheâs turned back to her book with a smile, but to her credit she doesnât ogle him while heâs swimming. It would be easy to- heâs all tanned muscle and gestures that show off just the right curve or vein. He knows how to preen, but Danica seems to be minding her own business. That makes it easier for you to read your own novel; you donât feel like you have to keep an eye out for her anymore.
Youâre not sure whether itâs a love for the act or a wordless competition to outswim the other that keeps Jake and Daniel occupied with lapping the pool for so long, but as more and more people filter out of their rooms and onto the deck, thereâs not much room for recreation anymore.
âAre you done?â You ask Danica, peering over at her after someone unknowingly sends a wave of water straight for you both, narrowly avoiding soaking your novels.
âI think Iâm done.â She nods sheepishly, rushing to stand and keep her book dry, âShould we run away before the men notice weâre leaving?â
âExcellent plan,â You laugh, but you can practically feel Jakeâs eagle eye upon you as you race for your towel, leaving soaked footprints behind on the wooden deck, âWe should go get some pizza. Theyâre making more now that itâs a little busier out here.â
âYou shouldnât stare like that.â Danielâs irritatingly smooth voice, pitched up slightly from Jakeâs and entirely free of Jakeâs rugged charm, makes Jakeâs lips yearn to curl into a sneer.
Jake pivots in the cold pool water to face Daniel rather unimpressed, a scoff begging to burst from his lips, âLike what?â
âLike sheâs a piece of meat, or something.â Danielâs arms are crossed, and Jake plants his feet firmly against the concrete floor of the pool.
âOh, youâre so virtuous,â Jake drawls, his skin burning and not from the rays of sun hitting it directly, âYou frenched her in an elevator, Daniel, youâve got no room to be talking to me about class.â
âShe wanted me to kiss her. She kissed me.â Daniel insists, and Jake laughs- actually laughs, a grit of his teeth and a forceful exhalation of air, âThatâs different than staring at her ass while she runs away from you like youâd flip her skirt up at a drive-in movie theater.â
âFlipping skirts,â Jake laughs, sadistic grin in full force, âDaniel, Iâm not that old fashioned! Please, sheâs in a bathing suit that she chose, for a sex cruise that she booked, and you know what? She probably wants you to be staring at her ass in it. And you donât seem too concerned with the other people on the deck, Iâm sure a few of them are looking too. And are you worried Iâm looking at Danicaâs ass?â
âYouâre not looking at Danicaâs ass.â Daniel nearly bites his tongue in an effort to keep his voice level, âBecause youâre not interested in Danica. Youâre interested in Y/N and you canât have her. Sheâs not yours.â
âSheâs not yours, either.â Jake spits, and thereâs a moment of silence where both menâs chests heave with barely-suppressed tension. Jake realizes that heâs admitted to Daniel that he has no real claim over you, but the other man doesnât fight back against not having one of his own. But you are his, you are Jakeâs, in the way youâd fallen asleep in his arms last night, in the look in your eyes when youâd stared into his own earlier, in the stain on his pajama pants.
Youâd moaned his name- his name, not Danielâs.
Someone knocks into Daniel from behind, backing right into him and nudging him slightly off balance.
âOh!â The woman shrieks, âIâm sorry! I wasnât paying attention.â
âItâs fine.â He offers her a tight smile, heading for the ladder, âDonât worry about it.â
Jake hauls himself up out of the pool with nothing but his forearms, using his towel to dry his hair if only to show off the expanse of his chest to any who may be watching. He checks- youâre not.
âSo,â Danica leans forwards into your space at the pizza counter, eyes meaningfully wide, âTell me why heâs acting like this.â
âHe always acts like this.â You scoff, and when she levels you with an unimpressed glare, you insist, âNo, really! Heâs just- everything is a competition to him, everything. I met his mom once, and she told me that he used to have races at the dinner table to see who could finish their food first. He kept making himself sick but as long as heâd beat his brothers he didnât care. He always has to win, and right now, heâs competing for us.â
âNo, heâs competing for you.â Danica corrects you, âIs he winning?â
âHell no. Heâs- heâs not really competing for me, not meaningfully. He just wants to say he âgot meâ, you know? That would be major bragging rights on the tarmac. But thatâs exactly why I canât give in- I canât be known as the woman who slept with her fellow pilot! Then they wouldnât see my achievements anymore, just my mistakes.â
âI get that.â She nods, âBut how do you know heâs just gonna dump you?â
âIâve watched him dump the whole of San Diego,â You scoff, âThatâs what he does. He doesnât do love, heâs the kind of guy whoâs only ever interested in something quick and dirty.â
âEveryone does love.â Danica frowns, âSome people just start later in life than others. And I think heâs starting now. With you.â
âLove,â You laugh, and sure, itâs dramatic, but if it gets through to her, you donât care, âA man who loves me would not have tormented me for my entire career.â
She tilts her head thoughtfully, âI think he does. Even if he doesn't act the way you think he should, even if he doesn't act the way you would, I think he does love you. I think he just loves differently. I think he's new to it. What has he done to torment you?â
You huff, grateful for the opportunity to vent, âHe constantly tries one-upping me- again, he canât lose. He just- he pokes and prods and teases me like weâre on the playground or something, and itâs non-stop. Itâs not like heâs sweet most of the time and then thereâs a few bouts of light teasing, itâs- itâs constant, and I canât ever let my guard down, or Iâll lose.â
âSo youâre fighting to win, too.â Her eyes narrow slightly, âWhy?â
âBecause. I can't be second-best, and I canât be known as the woman who slept with her coworker. Iâm not doing that.â You repeat.
âOh," She laughs, "So you're both stubborn. You don't want to lose, either. But second-best is temporary, rankings come and go. And I understand your thing about not wanting to be known for sleeping with him, but even if you did sleep with him, the whole Navy doesnât have to know.â
âThey will, Hangman will brag. He always brags.â
âHe wonât- not if heâs in love with you, not if you want him to keep it private.â
âHeâs not in love with me-!â
âFour slices of Pepperoni, two cheese?â A large tray is placed between you and Danica at the counter youâre both leaning against, and it snaps the two of you out of your debate.
You turn to see one of the employees looking expectantly at you, and Danica stammers, âUh, three cheese.â
âSorry.â He smiles placatingly at her, scooping another slice onto the plate, âThree cheese.â
âThank you.â You take the pepperoni pizza, leaving Danica to collect the cheese. You feel bad for walking away, even if you know sheâs hot on your trail, but you feel frustratingly suffocated, like everyone is urging you to make the biggest mistake of your life and never considering why you simply canât. She doesnât know Jake, she hasnât spent the last decade with him as heâs blown his way through tourist after tourist, bragging all the while. And he doesnât understand what it would be like- even if he wasnât looking to win, even if he did just want to try casual sex for fun, youâd never be able to escape that reputation.Â
You feel like youâre going crazy, and you plop down between Jake and Daniel where they sit at opposite sides of a table, ready to stuff your face with pizza instead of dealing with any of it.
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came to the fucked up realization after finishing gravity falls again last night the parallels of the dream bubble bill made for mabel and the literal state of delusion he keeps himself in.
in the book of bill on the page where bill cipher describes how he figured out a way to manipulate her into giving him the rift, it says:
"Summers ending, my guy. Ending to death, bro. She'd do anything to make it last just a day longer. Probably something RASH and OUT OF CHARACTER, even!"
as we know, mabel cannot handle the fact that she will be growing up. that the relationship with her brother is going to change. she is scared of high school.
bill then says "That was it. She'd never make a deal with me. But she'd make a deal with someone she believed could give her more time. The dream was done. I had her."
bill then creates the dream bubble for mabel, he makes every one of her dreams come true, a place where time is still and she can be a kid forever. a lie so great that she wont have to face the truth.
in journal 3 on one of the pages bill is writing in code, we see this:
[ID: "I ask you, why must[should] time only move forward? Why must cause preceded effect. Who voted on the law of physics."]
my friend helped me break down what bill means by this:
why can we only move forward in the 4th dimension of time. why does something have to make another thing happen, why must cause come before the effect. why cant you move backwards, in the other direction, change the decisions youve made.
how interpret this is bill asking why he is not able to back and stop what he did to his family. he says to ford that he tried and failed to undo the past.** why did him wanting people to acknowledge his advantages instead of suppress him lead to the destruction of his whole dimension?
**(i just want to point out that this is probably the time where bill is the MOST open to anybody, or at least the first. to his henchmaniacs he had been telling them that he liberated his dimension until the oracle discovered the truth. here, to ford, he got so much closer to telling the truth. he SHOWS ford the last atoms of his world. he says that it was destroyed by a monster, not that it was liberated! destroyed)
back to when bill says "I had her" about mabel, he had her cause he knew exactly what needed to happen to trap mabel in a delusion because it is exactly what he is doing to himself. creating a fake narrative of what happened to him, that he was vindicated in killing his whole dimension. only ever doing exactly what he wants because confronting the truth is too scary for him(good fucking lord). the morality page offers good insight into this too.
i am actually just going to quote the whole page and highlight the important part. it speaks for itself really
"THE POINT IS it's[morality] is a very flexible concept! But parents and presidents don't want you to know that, because then you might start asking other questions, like who put them in charge, anyway? So they cram your brain full of guilt and regrets for transgressing the laws that they just made up(the laws that they made to prevent the destruction of their dimension, regardless of if the law + the wrongful medication of a fucking baby triangle did any good to actually prevent it). Wouldn't it be nice if you could put all that baggage down? Quell the shame that follows you everywhere for a lifetime of crimes? MAKE THE SCREAMS FINALLY STOP? The good news is you CAN silence that annoying voice, and here's how!
DENIAL
Works 100% of the time in every situation. What you you mean there are people who disagree? I can confidently say there aren't!
RATIONALIZATION
If you can do it, you can justify it! "Truth" is open-source code and anyone can edit it anytime! Want to be like me? List 3 "evil" things and then 3 "reasons why they're actually good." You'll be rationalizing like Bill in no time!
DETACHMENT
Did you know 100% of your human cells die and are replaced every 7 years? That means that anything you did 7 years ago wasn't even you-it was some dead loser! You can't be held accountable for what a dead person did! What? You think this is just another form of rationalization? I DENY THAT!
THE BILL CIPHER DECISION METHOD!
Working over the eons, the voices in my head teamed up and worked out a foolproof method for making any decision in any situation.
DO WHATEVER I WANT."
ooooooooooooooooooh boy.
he is fully admitting here that he is living in a completely different really in order to justify doing whatever he wants. he gives mabel the tools to deny, to rationalize, to detach herself from the reality of it all. that time has to move forward. and he thinks it will work because it worked on himself.
but it doesn't work on mabel because she understands that she needs other people. shes vunerable, she lets people in, admits when shes wrong. and bill cant do that because it would destroy the fantasy he's created for himself.
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We Can Be Louder
Summary: When staying in a hotel, a couple next door is a little too loudâ but you and Nanami can be louder.
Characters: Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: hotel smut, unprotected sex, loud, vocal, moans, dirty talk, p in v, creampie, language
Word Count: 1.9K
A/N: I have a mighty need to grope Nanamiâs butt rawr! đđđ
âOoooooh God,â a high pitched voice rang from the hotel room right next to you. âOh God, baby fuck.â Your eyes widened as you turned your head to look back at the wall behind you. The sound of their bed slamming against the wall was almost deafening and powerful enough to cause your own bed to shake.
The sound of their phony moans made your nose turn up in sympathy for the girl and embarrassment from how loud they were. Nanami sat beside you in bed, placing his book down as the moans grew louder. From the whimpers and grunts, you had an inkling that this was not going to last long for them. Your best guess was that it was a young college couple; maybe it was their first time, or they weren't as experienced. Your hypothesis was all focused on the girl who was practically moaning like a porn star. It's wholly fake and unnatural.
âSheâs faking it,â You announced to Kento as you took a sip of your wine, âand the poor guy has no idea that she is.â Nanami chuckled, furrowing his eyebrows as he placed his bookmark in place, turning to watch you closely. âI bet you twenty bucks he doesn't last longer than five minutes.â
âOh, Love,â Nanami chuckled deeply, the sound igniting a fire inside you. âIt's going to end way faster than that.â
âOooh, my goodness, Ken, what makes you say that?â
âNngh!â the stranger next door shouted as the bed started creaking again. âD-Donât squeeze so t-tight!â
The corner of Nanamiâs mouth twitched as he fought against a grin. âThat right there speaks volumes.â
You found yourself unable to focus on your book, more intrigued by the young couple next door. You kept stealing glances at the wall, listening in on their not-so-quiet conversation. The girl kept screaming, âOh my God, â while her companion kept asking questions like, âOh yeah?â and âYou like that baby?â It was quite entertaining. They both were inexperienced, unsure of what to say in bed, only having porn or books to use as a reference as to what sex would be like. They were mixing fiction into reality.
The bed pounding got faster and louder. âOh,â you laughed, âheâs gonna finish soon.â Nanami laughed as you fist pumped in the air to the sound of the bed frame being slammed into the wall.
âIâm gonna-â the young man shouted, âIâm gonna blow my load!â You choked on your wine at his declaration, the alcohol coming out of your nose. âOooooooh fuck!!!â You covered your mouth, coughing roughly as the man moaned loudly. It wasnât short after that the girl gave a very poor performance of her own orgasm. Apparently, she didnât want him to feel bad that she hadnât finished with him. The moans that had barely started died down, leaving you and Nanami staring at the wall with sympathy. Glancing down at your watch, you grinned, holding it out for Nanami to see. âFive minutes on the spot.â
He shook his head, laughing slightly, âPretty good for a first time; I canât tell you how long I lasted my first time.â He grabbed his glass of wine and drank before running his tongue over his lips. âIâm relatively certain the girl I was with just laid there awkwardly.â
âYeah,â you turned on your side, looking up at him, âmy first time was at this guy's house. I was so excited to do it finally.â You held your fist, putting a single finger up as you spoke. âThere was hardly any kissing, we undressed ourselves, no foreplay, he got on top, and it was over in literally one minute.â
âThis is the part where you tell me youâre kidding me, right?â
âNope, one minute was all I got. Hell, I didnât have my first real orgasm until I was twenty-two.â
âWell, thatâs unfair,â he put his book down on the nightstand. âwhat do you say we make up for that first time?â You giggled, grinning ear to ear as Nanami undid the buttons on his shirt. âIâll make sure to give you the best orgasm youâve ever had. Make up for the ones youâve had to fake all those years ago.â
You lay flat on your back as Nanami removed his shirt, dropping it to the ground. Slowly, he crawled on top of you, looking at you as if you were his prey. There was a dark and needy gleam in his eyes that caused your breath to catch in your throat. You knew right there that it would be a long, sweaty night with him. He began running his long fingers underneath your nightgown. He slowly pushed the silky fabric up, bunching it at your hips. His lips slowly pressed kisses along the inside of your thighs as you ran your finger through his hair, tugging it softly.
A growl that was full of desire escaped his lips as he tugged the nightgown off all the way, throwing it across the room. Before you knew it, he was pulling his pajama pants off, exposing his hardened erection. Licking your lips, you spread your legs open, giving him a better view of your body that he loved. His eyes wandered down, taking you all in, inch by inch, before he grabbed both your legs, putting them over his shoulders. Your mouth suddenly went dry as the head of his cock brushed against your opening.
âGod, youâre soaking wet.â He whispered, rocking his hips slowly, the swollen head of his throbbing cock brushed gently against your clit. âI need you. I need to make up for the first time.â Rolling your eyes, you rocked back against him, moaning at the pleasurable sensations rushing through your pussy.
âNanami, youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me, so yes, every time we have sex, itâs better than my first time.â You dangled your feet over his shoulders, the head of his cock pressed firmly against your opening. âSo what do you say? You stop teasing me and fuck me already. Letâs show these college kids how itâs done.â
He chuckled before kissing you deeply and pressing his forehead against yours. âYou donât have to tell me twice.â Slowly he pushed into you, his cock slipping past your slick folds, stretching your walls. The sensation left you moaning loudly as you gripped the sheets underneath you. You squeezed around his cock, taking all of him inside of you as he pressed against your cervix. âFuck Love,â he groaned, nipping at your lip, âno matter how many times we do this, Iâll never get over how good you feel.â As soon as he was entirely inside of you, his body relaxed. The two of you relished in the feeling of each other's skin.
His hands traced over your body, his hands groping your breasts before sliding down and running down the curves of your body. You mirrored his actions, trailing your hands down his bare and muscular back. Your nails grazed him softly before meeting the fat of his ass. It was at this moment that he pulled out of you, looking into your eyes before he plunged back into you. You cried out, your head falling against the pillows, and your lips parted. His thrusts left your eyes watering at the intense sensation. Nanami hissed, repeating the action several times, each thrust harder than the previous one. The intensity of the rhythm had sweat beading against his neck and over his chest as sweat ran down your own collarbone, trailing over the swells of your breasts.
Your hands grope his ass, allowing you to feel it flex with each thrust in and out of your tight wet pussy. With each push of his hips, the bed slams into the wall behind you. With each thrust that was angeled right against your g-spot, you screamed. As your screams increased in volume, Kento slammed his lips against yours as you cried out in pleasure, shouting his name to the heavens. You wanted everyone in the hotel to know who was fucking you this good. Who was exploring and ravishing your body, treating you like a goddess. When you were with Nanami, it was like experiencing heaven on earth. It was so surreal and so perfect.
The bed slammed harder into the wall as Nanamiâs grunts and growls of pleasure grew louder. Your name was like a curse on his lips; it came out like a hiss, a groan, and a gasp. His name escaped your lips like a prayer as you begged him to make you feel good.
âNanami! Oh fuck Kento!â He stared down at you, smirking at your moans. âFuck me, baby! Fuck me harder!â He captured your lips against his, his hips hauling harder as he lifted one of your legs in the air. âOh my God!â you cried out, your eyes rolling back as his cock slammed into your cervix.
âYou like that, Love? You like my cock buried deep inside of you?â
âY-Yes Ken!â You cried out, digging your fingers into the skin of his arms, âI love it! I love it when you fuck me!â
âThatâs my girl,â you clenched harder around him. âOh darling, are you going to cum already? Cum all over my thick hard cock?â The pleasure inside began to tighten along with the coil in your lower abdomen. Nanami reached down, rubbing your clit as he continued to thrust. Your inner walls throbbed around him as the tightening coil within you threatened to snap at any given second. âDonât hold back, cum for me, Love, cum for me.â Another brush against your clit had the coil in your abdomen snapped, sending you over the edge.
âKento!!â You screamed, your walls clenching down around his cock. They fluttered as the immense pleasure rushed through you. Causing your body to wither and jerk underneath him, nails digging into his skin as you came. âOh my God!â
âLove, fuck nngh!!â He grunted, hips stilling as he came deep within you. You shuddered, mouth falling agape as you felt hot spurts of cum coat your walls. âOh fuck!â Kento let your leg go before he collapsed on top of you. His chest heaved as he pressed kisses along your shoulder before burying his face against your skin, remaining there.
As he lay on top of you, mumbling how much he loved you, you couldnât help but smile. Glancing down at your left ring finger, you giggled happily. The ring glimmered in the low lights of the hotel suite. Only two days into your honeymoon, it has been amazing so far. It was a reminder that this was how the rest of your life would be. You and Nanami in bed together, going on trips, loving your loves to the fullest.
âSay, Mrs. Nanami?â Nanami grumbled, lifting his head to look at you. You pushed some hair out of his face, pressing your lips together.
âYes, Mr. Nanami?â
âLetâs put our books away for the rest of tonight; I would much rather spend the night here inside of you.â He trailed his calloused fingers over your sensitive skin. His request fluttered your heart as you kissed his forehead, nodding in response to his question. âGood, letâs see how long itâll take for the couple next door to regret getting the room next to the honeymoon suite~.â
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Nanami Thoughts from a Sleepy Soft at 3am (Nonproof read(
Nanami just casually reading a book in front of you. But heâs flips the pages by licking his finger first and then flipping. Each time he does this, your eyes follow his hand up to his mouth, to his tongue that darts out to lick the pad of his finger. All the way back down to the book as he carefully flip it to the next page. The veins on his hands protruding just a bit each time as he innocently flexes them, pretending not to noticed your hungry eyes on him.
He makes it a point not to address you at all or the way your thighs keep shifting together. He can smell your arousal from over here, he knows that you probably have a wet spot forming on your cute little panties too. He teases you further, by uncrossing his legs and spreading them out on the chair, adjusting his position so you could see the outline of his bulge forming in his pants.
Your mouth drooled at the sight, and Nanami had to hold back a chuckle. The corner of his lips quirking up, as he looks over at you. His glasses glinting under the light.
âSomething wrong, dear?â
You shake your head, a flush of embarrassment washes over you. You didnât want to bother him, after all, he rarely have time to himself. His work often keeping him busy for the most part.
âI-Iâm fine.â You squeaked out, picking your phone back up and pretending to be preoccupied by it.
Nanami chuckles outright this time, putting his book down and patting his thigh. You glance up at him, eyebrows scrunched together in a bit of confusion. âReally, Kento, I-â
He doesnât say anything, but pats his thigh again, a bit harder this time. Curling his finger in a âcome hereâ motion, that made you quickly drop everything and obey. Once you were finally sitting in his lap, he wraps an arm around your back and pulls you in close.
Planting a kiss on your forehead and settling you in. His lips lowers down to your ears as he whispers. âI noticed you were paying really close attention to my hands⊠was there something you wanted to say to me?â
Your mouth open and close, as you think of what to answer.
His hand squeezes on your waist as a small warning. âI want the truth now, sweetheart..â
Your head lowers a bit as you spoke. âI was thinking of how good they look. And.. how I wanted them toâŠum..â
You squirm a bit on his lap as you try to find the right words but Nanami finishes it for you.
âTo fuck you, or perhaps you wanted my fingers down your throat, or to play around with that pretty clit of yours, until youâre begging me to stop?â
He nip at your earlobe, his other arm encircling around your waist and pulling your back flushed against his chest.
âDoes that sound right, little one?â
His hand was already sneaking it way down your shorts before you could give an answer.
You nod, moaning softly, feeling Nanamiâs hand rub your clothed clit over your panties.
âHmm, your panties are already so soaked, my poor girl been suffering all this time, when she could had just told me what she wanted a lot earlier.â
He sighs out mockingly, slipping his hand under your panties and directly playing with your clit now. Knowing all the right moves and ways to make you squirm and moan.
He puts in a finger and you nearly scream in pleasure, he still uses the heel of his palm to brush against your clit as his fingers curl in the right spot.
âNext time, Iâll punish you for taking so long and making me come ask you, hmm?â He press a heated kiss to the side of your neck. âI want my girl to know that sheâs always welcomed to be fucked by me.â
He speeds up his hand and you start blabbering out apologizes and pleas for more.
âThatâs it, cum all over my hand and Iâll help clean you up with my tongue next.â
You didnât last long after that statement, your hips jerk up as you came on Nanamiâs lap. He held you down as your body twitches and shakes. Bucking up his hips so his bulge was directly grinding on your ass as you calmed down.
He plants a trail of kisses from your neck up to your ear again, giving you your next command.
âI still want to read the rest of that book, so I want you to sit on my face and read it for me, alright love?â
âAnd if you stutter or forget your place, Iâll make sure to punish you accordingly <3â
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Lovely?
Summary: You don't like the marauders. You don't talk and don't even look at them. But as you visit your friend in the hospital wing you encounter a certain boy with brown hair, scars and this lovely eyes.
Pairing: Remus Lupin x Gryffindor!reader
Warnings: Low self esteem, past bullying?, This is no bully! Marauders fic!!
Part 1 Part 3
"Hey, do you want to study for Transfiguration together?"
A normal day. It should have been. But ever since I was asked who I would date, I've been hearing giggles and whispers. And now James is standing in front of Amy and me. Ready to finish something. I don't know what yet, but it's going to hurt.
Because it will be a joke of theirs.
"Why should we?" I go straight on the offensive. Leave fears behind and intimidate them.
Sirius, who was standing behind James, looked to the side to stifle a laugh. That kind of upset me.
"Well, in the last lesson you had... We thought we could help each other."
Oh. My mistake. That they laughed about. Learning. Together. Actually, they just want to smile at my stupidity. SMILE.
"Amy doesn't even have Transfiguration." I hissed, looking the boy in front of me in the eye for the first time. He looked almost uncomfortable.
This boy I rode to Hogwarts with in the same wagon. And who now feels too cool to remember my name. I'm just a joke that you crack a few times and then forget.
"Which is why, unfortunately, I have to say goodbye and go upstairs. Important subjects are waiting for me!" Amy tapped my shoulder and I was about to thank her inwardly until- "That's why I'm leaving this sweetie here with you, okay?"
Peter looked up from his book for the first time. He was sitting on the couch by the fire.
In the common room of Gryffindor, it was not uncommon for people to fight over this space. Peter snatched it early enough so that Remus, who looked very ill that morning, just sat on the chair at the table next to it.
Peter was probably just as disappointed that Amy left as I was, if I interpreted his expression correctly.
"Amy," I whispered to her, "what are you doing?"
She raised her eyebrows, rolled her eyes and sighed briefly. And I understood. She wanted me to give them a chance.
I looked at her with begging eyes and screamed at her in my mind not to leave me here alone.
"So...?" James stood there like a boy waiting for his mother's permission.
And I wasn't going to give it to him.
"Sorry, Jarry, but I was planning on studying for other subjects with Amy today. So if you'll excuse us." What did I just say?
"Oo-," James looked to his friends while Sirius laughed out loud, "-okay?"
I didn't look at Amy and just stomped faree upstairs to our room.
Amy followed me, but not without letting out a sigh of disappointment.
~~
"What was that about?" My voice was a little louder than usual. "I thought we agreed that we didn't like the four of them?"
Amy groaned and threw herself on her bed. "I never said that. I meant that they can be assholes sometimes, that's all."
"But they just were assholes?"
I also sat down on my bed and looked out of the window. The Hufflepuff team was playing quidditch.
"How were they assholes in any way, please? James just asked us if we wanted to study with them in the common room."
I could hear Amy starting to get angry.
"You know what he meant. He only asked because I said something completely stupid in Transfiguration the day before yesterday and everyone had a laugh. And now he wanted to hear more of it."
Amy had gone quiet. Then she snorted loudly. "Jesus Christ."
"What?!" As I turned around, two piercing eyes looked into me.
"Can you please stop painting the devil on the wall for once? You sound worse than Cassandra!"
Now I snorted.
But Amy wasn't finished yet. "You're so afraid of being ridiculed that you're becoming an asshole yourself!"
The sun was setting. And the moon slowly rose.
"Why are you so sure that the four of them are making fun of you?"
I hated that tears were welling up in my eyes. "That's how it always is! Suddenly all these people are nice to you, who didn't even know who you were before, to lure you into safety, but in reality they're blaspheming and laughing at you. It's always like that!"
Amy shook her head.
"No, it's just always like that in your head. There's a chance that these people just want to get to know you better."
Amy took her DADA textbook and turned to the other wall. "To exclude this opportunity from the outset is not only a mistake, but also a missed opportunity to make new friends."
I looked up at the full moon. I felt as if he was out there suffering with me.
You understand me, don't you?
Probably not.
~~
The next morning, Amy was still mad at me. I couldn't blame her. What I said already sounded pathetic.
But so far it had always been the truth.
It was unusually quiet at breakfast. Amy ate almost nothing and hurried to her tray.
We had different subjects at the beginning of the day, but at lunch Amy was nowhere to be seen. There were whispers again and I wanted to scream.
And it was only in charms that I was told she had been taken to the hospital wing.Â
That was not uncommon for Amy. Amy was very fragile. Amy always put on a very strong front, also to help me. But the truth was that stress really affected her and at one point she almost fell over sick.
Was it because of our argument? I don't know. But I certainly felt guilty.
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After class, I hurried to the hospital wing and let myself be led to her bed.
She looked almost peaceful as she slept. I carefully sat down next to her and took her hand. She was sweaty and cool at the same time.
Madam Pomfrey explained to me that Amy had been under a lot of stress lately and had eaten something bad. Then she went to the next bed and talked with the visitors there.
Visitors with... familiar voices?!
"Oh, please, you can't expect us to just leave him here alone?" Was that Sirius?
"Yes, I must. You know he needs his rest now. So shoo." Madam Pomfrey sounded a bit annoyed.
"We can stay here quietly!" That was James. Ironically loud.
"No, Mr. Potter, you cannot. So, gentlemen. Out!"
I saw out of the corner of my eye how Madam Pomfrey shooed several people outside. But who was behind the curtain of the bed? Whom were they visiting?
The curtain didn't cover the whole bed. In fact, it was only drawn on my side. Quietly, I got up and tried to get a quick look at the person. I took a cautious step to the side andâ
There layed Remus. A pretty battered Remus, wrapped in bandages.
Suddenly, the curtain was pulled back and I stood there as if caught red-handed.
Remus looked at me in surprise. His look was somehow different than usual and I imagined he took a deep breath before he spoke.
"Hi." ... "Hi."
His body was even worse wrapped up than I had seen from the side. He was sitting upright and his upper body was full of bandages. His face also had scratches but his eyes were still so deep-
I stared at him. For far too long.
I quickly sat down next to Amy, who was still asleep.
Remus cleared his throat. "Is Amy very unwell?"
Somehow I wasn't prepared for a conversation with him. Not with one of the four. Not with Remus.
"According to Madam Pomfrey, it's just stress. She just needs to get some rest and then she should feel better." I was almost whispering, my voice was so quiet. Nothing compared to yesterday.
"That's good. I hope she gets better soon. Has anything bad happened?" I looked up at him. His eyes were so gentle, as if he really cared. "Something that's really stressing her out?"
When he noticed my look, he looked away. To my disappointment. "But actually, it's none of my business-"
"We had a fight." Why did I tell him that? "I worried her again."
I looked at Amy. Her face wasn't quite so pale and her hand, which I was holding, wasn't quite so sweaty.
"Oh." Remus' voice was very quiet. As if he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. As if he was worried to say the wrong thing.
"And why are you lying here? What happened to you?" It was only when I looked at him that I realized the question was a bit rude.
"If you want to tell me," I added.
He just sighed and suddenly looked so far away. "It was an accident."
I waited for him to tell me more. He didn't.
It stayed quiet between us for a long time. I could feel his gaze from the side, but somehow it didn't bother me a bit. I almost felt safe.
Suddenly he asked me: "Why did you argue?"
I looked into his eyes and almost wanted to tell him everything. I looked at Amy and borrowed her words. "I was an asshole."
He tilted his head and smiled cautiously. "Somehow I can't imagine that."
I looked at him. He looked at me.
"Why?"
"Well, you... It's not like you at all."
I continued to look at him. He continued to look at me.
"What do you mean?"
"You're usually so... Lovely."
Lovely? He saying I was lovely?
I had to laugh. He looked away.
"Me? You don't know me then." I giggled softly. "Besides, anyone can be an asshole, no matter how sweet the person still is."
He looked outside. The moon was up. He had that look again. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that."
It was quiet again after that. I heard soft footsteps outside and my anxiety wanted me to leave. So I stood up and was about to say goodbye to Remus as he-
"I want to know."
"What?"
He suddenly looked into my eyes so intensely that I felt dizzy.
"I want to know you properly."
I didn't know what to say and just looked at him as he continued.
"I want to know what goes through your mind when you see me us."
His gaze moved away from me. "I want to know why you hate us so much."
My whole world suddenly spun and I was in the middle of it. What was he saying? What did he mean, why was he even talking to me? What was going on here, why was he even here? And why did he call me lovely? What did he mean?
I wanted to say something. Something about... What actually?
Somehow I couldn't get anything out of me and was stuck in this spiral of trying to say something and figure out what to say. I opened my mouth, as-
"Remus, we're here!" James' voice tried to sound quiet but was unmistakable. Just like the footsteps of the two boys walking towards his bed.
When I saw them, so many things came back to me. Why I didn't talk to Remus.
"Are you feeling better? Remus -" Sirius faltered when he saw me. He looked between me and Remus and then grinned at me.
"Oh hello."
He turned to James now and 'whispered' to him. "Prongs, let's go and give these two some time to themselves-"
Remus cleared his throat and pointed at Amy who was lying next to me. Sirius fell silent.
"I'd better go now." I said in a very quiet voice again. James and Sirius even left me alone, but I heard their voices before I closed the door behind me.
"So, did she talk to you?" "What was going on with her?" "Is there something-"
The door slammed behind me and my head seemed to explode with questions.
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TIME TO PRETEND
pairing: luke castellan x gn!poseidon!reader word count: 5k chapter summary: you're the eldest child of poseidon and the hero of the last great prophecy. you left your demigod life behind after defeating kronos. now, years later, you find yourself back at camp half blood for the summer.....which means dealing with luke castellan, and all that history (tension?) left unresolved between you. warnings: some nicknames for reader are based on female characters (mermista, sailor neptune) but they're still written as gender neutral. reader has tattoos. mention of alcohol + death (post-titan war). spoilers for the entire pjo (book) series, mostly references to the last olympian. timeline is all over the place but set in the early 2000s for vibes. no betrayal (au where chris was the one who sided w kronos and led the titan army) so slightly ooc luke <3 author's note: welcome to another product of my pjo hyperfixation !!! i wanted to finish the nemesis!reader series first but it's summer and i felt like reworking my tsitp series in a camp half-blood setting with bb luke. so prepare for childhood friends to lovers drama! summertime vibes! nostalgia! angst! would love to know what y'all think about this and if you want a part 2 so feel free to scream at me in the comments. otherwise, enjoy and thanks 4 reading đ
âȘ: time to pretend by mgmt
YOUâVE GOT MAIL!
1 new messageÂ
from: LukeNotSkywalker
to: Mermista86
subject: you are GETTING that record deal
Hey,
Your demo CD just came in the mail â and, Connor as my witness, Iâve already listened to it five times!!!Â
Itâs amazing. Youâre amazing. The label would totally lose out if they didnât sign you.Â
Things have been pretty chaotic around here, with the summer term happening soon. Speaking of which: are you coming back? Chiron gave me the list of returning campers and counsellors this morning and said he hadnât heard from you, so I thought Iâd ask. I know youâll be busy with the band, but if you get the chance, itâd be really great to see you.
Anyways, Iâm leading the next Shield & Sword session, so Iâd better go. Talk soon ;)
- L
FOUR YEARS LATER
TURBULENT WATERS? ALT-ROCK BAND MIDNIGHT SIRENS HIT ROUGH PATCH AFTER LEAD GUITARIST GETS INTO VIOLENT ALTERCATIONÂ
the cover is the nail in the coffin: a blurry picture of you, an electric blue guitar forgotten at your feet, lunging forward into a crowd, with your bandmates on stage behind you in shock.Â
youâd gone all this time without any major incidents, and one stupid chimera managed to burn down everything you worked for in one fell swoop.
âthatâd be $8.50,â the cashier informs.Â
you tear your attention away from the magazine, instead fishing through your pocket for some change. meanwhile, the cashier furrows their brow, leans down slightly to get a better look at you underneath your sunglasses and baseball cap.Â
âhey, do i know you?â
ânope,â you say instantly, slapping a $10 bill onto the counter. âkeep the change.â you gather your pile of necessary roadtrip supplies (slushies, m&mâs, and goldfish) before rushing out the door, your half-brother trailing behind you.
you slide into the driverâs seat, set each slushie in a cup holder, and hand the rest to percy once heâs slipped into the passenger side.Â
âseatbelt,â you remind him. you shake your hair out after removing your baseball cap disguise. âi promised your mom iâd be responsible.âÂ
percy does as heâs told, though not without mumbling about how heâs practically an adult and a demigod whoâs been in much more dangerous situations than a car ride up to long island. you just tell him to put on some music, even though he has a point. heâll be 18 in august and youâre only five years older, but the fact is that you gave sally jackson your word.Â
plus â youâre his older sibling, so gods forbid you let him get hurt. a seatbelt seems like a band-aid solution for one of the most powerful demigods out there, but still.
percy flips through a few radio stations while he sips his blue raspberry slushie. when he doesnât find anything good, he opens the glove compartment and surveys your music collection before sliding a cd into the stereo.Â
instantly, the familiar sound of david bowieâs voice eases the tension in your shoulders.
âgood choice?âÂ
you nod and percy smiles triumphantly. you reach over to steal a few goldfish from the bag he just opened and ruffle his hair playfully, for good measure.Â
youâre perfectly happy, driving along a long island highway while getting lost in the glam rock world of ziggy stardust, but it isnât long until percy interrupts:Â
âare you finally gonna tell me what happened, or do i have to read it from some trashy gossip magazine like everyone else?â
âwell, your dyslexic ass can barely read soâŠ.â
you look over at him briefly, and laugh when you see him stick his slightly-blue tongue out to you.Â
âat least my dyslexic ass is actually decent at ancient greek. luke told me you failed the reading test, like, a million times.â
your heart twinges at the mention of your old friend.Â
friend.
if you could still call him that.Â
thankfully, percy doesnât give you much room to dwell on the past, too focused on your drama-filled present.
âso, what is it? you got kicked out of the band? lost everything? have nowhere else to go?â
you roll your eyes at his dramatics. âi did not get kicked out.âÂ
âthen, what happened?â
âjust the usual.â you shrug. âmonster attack, mortals who canât see through the mist. i tried to explain it away after â something about how i saw someone in the crowd attack another person and i stepped in to help. most people bought it, but the media loves drama and the labelâs worried iâm a flight risk now. apparently, everything will blow over if i just keep a low profile for the next few months. soâŠ.no. i didnât lose everything.â you take a deep, like when anyone other than children of poseidon are about to go underwater and theyâre not quite sure when they can come up for air.Â
âi just donât really have anywhere else to go,â you finish.
âdamn.â percy offers you a blue shark gummy (or whale - you and percy had already debated the shape of the candy that sally packed for the trip, and the juryâs still out). you gratefully accept. âwell, i know itâs not the best reason, but iâm excited to spend the summer together.â
despite everything, you find yourself smiling.Â
âme too, kid.âÂ
âitâd give me a chance to kick your ass in sword-fighting.â
âyou wish!â you nudge his shoulder, both of you giggling. once the laughterâs died down, you glance at percy once more. âhey â did you tell anyone i was coming?â
percy shakes his head. âwhy?â
you take a long swig of your drink until youâre on the brink of brain freeze.Â
âno reason.â
itâs just after lunch when you arrive at camp half-blood.Â
you werenât sure what you were expecting â maybe not some futuristic technological developments that had been discovered within the years you were gone, but definitely not for camp to look pretty much exactly the same as when you left.Â
instantly, you find comfort in the familiar scenes: a dragon, peleus, guarding the magical borders; dryads and satyrs picking strawberries in the fields next to the forest; chiron standing near the central guidepost, greeting and guiding every camper in the right direction.
chiron smiles down at percy and practically does a double take when his eyes land on you.
âmx. l/n! it has been a while. are you here to drop off your brother, or do you plan on staying for the summer?â
before you can answer, someone appears behind him.Â
âperce! hey!âÂ
âhey, luke.â
luke gives him a side hug, and percy shoves him away with a laugh when he ruffles his hair. itâs then that luke acknowledges you, though he looks like thatâs the last thing he wants to do.
âi thought iâd never see you again. what are you doing here? â
chiron turns to you expectedly. âi believe you have yet to answer that question of mine as well.â
âstaying for the summerâŠâ you adjust the shoulder strap of your backpack, uneased by lukeâs cold demeanor. âi hope thatâs okay.â
âof course!â chironâs smile grows wide, eyes crinkling. âyouâll resume your position as head counsellor of cabin 3.â
âso iâm dethroned? just like that?â percy guffaws.
you nudge percyâs shoulder. âfulfill the next great prophecy, and then weâll talk.âÂ
percy rolls his eyes playfully. luke, on the other hand, doesnât seem to appreciate your tongue-in-cheek remark. his jaw tightens, and he suddenly finds a deep interest in the clipboard heâs holding.
chiron clears his throat, likely sensing the tension. âyes, well, iâm sure you remember how things work around here. if not, mr. castellan has been keeping this ship afloat. he's always here to help.â
âalways.â luke smiles, but itâs elastic, threatening to snap at any moment. someone calls his name, and he walks away to deal with whatever chaos is waiting for him.
summer â age 15
you werenât exactly conscious when you first arrived at camp half-blood.Â
apparently, coach hedge, a satyr and protector, found you just in time and had to practically drag you up half-blood hill after a particularly gruesome fury attack.Â
when you woke up and saw luke sleeping next to you in a chair, his curls overgrown and falling onto his eyes, you thought you had died and gone to elysium.Â
you took in your unfamiliar surroundings. some sort of infirmary, with only your best friend next to you, the one you hadnât seen in almost a year since youâd parted ways.Â
then, you remembered what was happening before you passed out; it was more likely that you were being tricked into a false sense of security by that fury, who definitely planned on devouring you later.
with a newfound sense of urgency, you decided it was time to get out of there before it was too late. you were reaching for your knife when you felt a hand grab your shoulder. without losing a second, you twisted your body around, weapon at the ready.
whoever it was watching over you sure looked like luke. he was wearing a bright orange shirt and leather cord necklace with one clay bead. another point of difference was the jagged scar that cut across his left cheek.
âitâs just me,â he said, gently. âyouâre fine here. youâre safe.â
you werenât convinced, kept your knife in front of you to keep distance. âprove it.â you narrowed your eyes. âtell me something only luke would know.â
âyouâre left-handed.â
âthatâs a great observation,â you scoff.
âstorm is your favourite x-men character.â
âthatâs a very popular opinion.â
âyour aunt would make us mango lassi after swim camp when she got home from work,â luke tries for the third time. âand, my mom - she used to call you âstarfish.ââ
your heart skipped a beat.
that was the confirmation you needed.Â
the knife dropped from your hand, clattered on the wooden floor, as you pulled luke in for a hug. you were greeted by a familiar scent, that pear shampoo luke loved because it made his hair so soft, mixed with the smell of fresh pine trees.Â
âitâs really you,â you mumbled into his shoulder.
despite sleeping for gods know how long, you were exhausted. you rested your weight into luke, but he didnât seem to care.
âitâs really you. i thought iâd never see you again.â
âwhere are we?â you asked, breaking away to face luke. you ignored the wooziness you felt throughout your body; luke seemed to sense it, his grip around you tightening. âare annabeth and thalia here, too? howâd you get here?â your thumb traced the unfamiliar scar on his face. âwhat happened? are you okay ââ
âi-iâll answer all your questions, but you lost a lot of blood.â luke guided you to lay back down in bed. âweâll explain everything. just get some rest.â
a third scenario entered your mind: this was all a dream. youâd close your eyes and when you opened them again, luke would be gone. youâd be alone again.
you couldnât let go of lukeâs hand, even as he tucked you back into bed. you tugged his wrist, silently urging him to join you.
âwill you stay with me?â you finally croaked when he continued standing.Â
luke looked at you, and you nodded once as final confirmation. then, he removed his shoes and slipped into the bed next to you. it was luke, all sweet pear and soft curls and strong heartbeat, and you held on to him in fear that he might slip away.
âalways,â he whispered.
during the orientation video you were later shown, you learned that camp half-bloodâs motto is keeping young heroes safe (mostly) for over three millennia! Â
luke had used that word, too. safe.
chiron told you this was to be your new home as he walked you to the poseidon cabin. he told you that you were safe now, though you noticed how the word almost got caught in his throat. he gave you a sad smile you didnât quite understand.
you did wonder, at first, if those words were true: this place, a home for you and other children of gods. somewhere safe.
and, well.
you came to understand chironâs general melancholy a few weeks later, and every week after that. he was used to training and sending heroes off to their potential death, and you would be no different. stolen lightning bolts, deadly quests, cryptic prophecies. a pending war between divine forces you had been entangled with long before you knew. heartache and betrayal and loss beyond measure.Â
but, there were other things, too.Â
annabeth, fitting in perfectly at the athena cabin, continued being her genius self, leading her team to victory every capture the flag game. she was extra patient in helping you with ancient greek, especially after chiron had given up.
chris rodriguez, lukeâs half-brother, would tell you jokes from across the dining pavilion, knowing that you hated sitting alone at the poseidon table. michael yew, son of apollo, taught you how to play guitar at the bonfire one week; youâd ask for more and more lessons until you could start playing on your own. charles beckendorf made you a celestial bronze sword that shone like that burst of light when the sun hits the ocean at sunset. it transformed into a ring that you would never take off, unless in battle. you might not have gotten along with mr. d, but you spent free time picking fresh strawberries with his son, castor. you made matching friendship bracelets with silena beauregard, who was really the only person you confided in, about how you maybe possibly felt something other than friendship when it came to luke. she told you about her crush on clarisse larue, the daughter of ares whom you would always partner with during sparring practice. you taught ethan nakamura, who didnât have his own cabin as the child of nemesis, how to properly hold a sword. thaliaâs tree stood tall at the top of the hill where you almost bled to death, protecting you and everyone inside the magical borders. you, annabeth, and luke would share a picnic there every thursday.
you had been on the run for so long, always looking over your shoulder for monsters, sleeping with one eye open to be one step ahead of death, jumping from one place to the next so quickly to avoid danger.
so, yes.Â
it was nice to stay in one place, where you knew you were as safe as demigods could be. it was nice to spend your time learning and training and laughing instead of just surviving.Â
it was nice to have a place to call home. and people to call it home with.
nowÂ
the first week passes in the blink of an eye, and itâs like you never left.
tie-dye, volleyball, strawberry picking, kitchen duty, and cabin inspection.Â
luke has everyone on a tight schedule â one, you notice, conveniently places the two of you at opposite ends of camp at all times.
still, you catch up with clarisse and the stoll brothers, spend time with annabeth and percy, say hi to pollux and katie gardner and others you vaguely recognize as five years older than what you remember. there are also a lot of faces you donât recognize at all.
of course, you try not to think about the faces you wished you could see: friends you grew up with and would never have a laugh with again, younger campers you had trained who would never grow up. all lost because of the gods and the titans and a prophecy you never asked to be a part of.Â
itâs a side effect of being back here; their ghosts are harder to ignore.
again â trying not to think about it.
anyways.
climbing wall, armory, sword-fighting practice, archery field, and free time on the beach.
to conclude: capture-the-flag, a friday night camp-half blood tradition.
youâre praising annabeth for her latest strategy that led to blue team victory when you notice luke. he was also on the blue team, but instead of celebrating with the rest of you, heâs speaking to someone whoâs wearing a red helmet. they seem to be in a heated discussion, one that luke is not wanting to continue. his tells are the same, after all these years: the impatient tapping of his foot, his eyes searching for an out.
you give it to him.
âsorry, i need to borrow this guy.â you say, grabbing lukeâs wrist. âcamp emergency.âÂ
if the person said anything, you didnât hear it, because you were already dragging luke away from the crowd, towards the armory shed.Â
âwhatâs the emergency?â luke wonders, brows furrowed in concern. he has deep shadows under his eyes, too. keeping the ship that is camp half-blood afloat has clearly taken a toll on him.Â
âyou wanting to get out of that conversation. youâre welcome.â you wink at him; luke flushes, and youâre not sure if itâs because heâs annoyed, or if he's just flustered. âso, are you gonna keep ignoring me the whole summer?â
you put your helmet on one of the shelves and turn back to luke. you expected him to start removing his armor as well, but he doesnât. he just glares at you, arms crossed over his chest.
so, heâs annoyed, then.Â
âwhat do you expect?â luke hisses. âyou canât come back here and pretend that everything can be like it was when we were kids. things are different now, especially between us.â
you decide to take him up on his challenge.Â
âoh? tell me, luke, what exactly is different between us?â
luke shakes his head in disbelief. you remove your chest plate, and thatâs when the tattoo on your waist becomes visible. itâs a magnolia, like one of the flowers that bloomed on the tree outside may castellanâs house.Â
something in luke softens, then. he sighs.Â
âyou could have at least given me a warning.â
he storms off, and youâre left half-armored, wondering what he meant by that.
you figure it out once a few of you settle down for a late-night, underground poker game, and youâre trying not to stare at lukeâs hands.
it starts with you telling yourself that youâre just trying to predict what cards heâs holding, figure out if heâs bluffing, and if heâs about to lose everything heâd so confidently bet on.Â
but then you notice the silver thumb ring that thalia got him for his 17th birthday. you notice an array of hair ties and elastic bands he keeps just in case a camper needs them, and woven bracelets given to him by his admirers. you notice how the tattoo on his wrist is covered. (itâs hidden well, but you know itâs there â youâd gotten one of a wing, the kind that might be found on a pair of magical red converse, at the same time)
you also notice the forest green painted on lukeâs nails, the same shade worn by the person beside him.
van, the new head counsellor of the hephaestus cabin. youâd seen them at staff meetings, but you somehow did not notice that they were dating luke.Â
he moved on â is that why luke needed a warning? is that what's changed between you?
itâs fine. whatever. so what if luke has a new partner? itâs not like the two of you were anything, officially.Â
luke has a new partner. theyâre wearing matching nail polish. theyâre one of those couples.
well, van is also wearing a nickleback shirt and luke hates nickleback, unless that fundamental part of his personality changed, too.Â
âyo, sailor neptune. you in or not?â travis brings you out of your daze, by using a nickname luke once called you.
back before becoming heroes, when you and luke were just kids, youâd watch cartoons in his living room on saturday mornings â x-men, she-ra: princess of power, teenage mutant ninja turtles, sailor moon. a lifetime ago.
you look around the table and see that everyone has been waiting for you to take your turn. even luke raises an eyebrow at you.
âyeah.â you clear your throat and throw some chips into the centre. âiâm in.â
you have decent enough cards to keep you in the game, and youâre comfortable that you can play the odds in your favor. the stoll brothers are good liars, you know that, and so is luke. malcolm pace is good at strategy, but thankfully not as good as his half-sister annabeth. pollux, who had invited you to the game, already folded along with butch, the son of iris who has a rainbow tattoo on his bicep to prove it. beside you, lou ellen, daughter of the hecate, contemplates her next move. clovis has fallen asleep, true to their title as head counsellor of the hypnos cabin. you canât get a read on van, but they keep raising the stakes so confidently, and youâve always liked a good challenge.
soon enough, itâs only you and van in the bet. when it comes time to reveal your cards, you curse yourself for overplaying your hand.
âgood game,â van says to you as they collect their winnings. âyou really had me going there.âÂ
âyeah.â your smile is strained, but itâs there nonetheless. âtried my best.â
âguess the curse of achilles doesnât help as much in poker as it does in capture the flag.âÂ
âexcuse me?â you raise an eyebrow.
luke, who had one arm casually draped around vanâs chair the entire game, pulls away. âvan, maybe donât ââ
âitâs not like itâs a secret, luke. theyâre the prophecy kid, everyone knows they bathed in the river styx to be able to fight kronos. itâs camp legend.â
other than you, luke, and van, everyone else is occupied with something else. connor busies himself shuffling the cards, while lou ellen, malcolm, and pollux get up for more drinks. it seems like butch and travis have their own bet going to see who can balance the most chips on clovisâ forehead without waking him up.Â
van waits for an answer. youâre a little queasy, and itâs not from the wine pollux managed to snag from his dadâs office. youâre suddenly faced with the reality that your life is reduced to a legend. you try your best to swallow that feeling, of being made into a greek tragic hero while your heart is still beating, and your life is still a mess.
âthatâs relevant, why?â
âjust that some people might consider the invulnerability thing an unfair advantage in physical competitions like capture the flag,â van explains. âincreased strength and all that.âÂ
âthat would mean nothing without a good strategy,â you counter.
âthatâs what i said,â luke grumbles.Â
you recognize van now as the person luke was arguing with earlier. it must have been about this.Â
about you.Â
âokay, yâall were best friends, so luke is obviously going to take your side.â
youâre not sure what stings more: friends or were.Â
âalthough, he never really talks about you, which is weird because youâre, like, famous in and outside camp.â
ouch. that definitely stings the most. luke winces slightly, almost like he feels it, too.
âalright, alright,â connor interjects, shuffling the cards in his hands. âanother round?âÂ
youâre the only one who decides to call it a night. everyone says goodbye; even van, whoâs blissfully unaware of the effect their words had on you. luke avoids your gaze. the game continues without you.
percyâs snoring provides enough cover as you sneak into your shared cabin. you try to sleep, but it doesnât come easy.Â
you feel the spot underneath your rib, the one spot youâre truly vulnerable, ache.
summer â age 17
for the first time in your life, you couldnât breathe underwater. you were swimming in acid, and your skin was melting away.
at least, thatâs what it felt like to bathe in the river styx. achilles could have mentioned that, but all he gave was a cryptic warning about anchoring yourself to what makes you mortal.
you really tried at first. you thought about your friends at camp. you thought about percy, about your aunt back when she was still around. you even thought about may castellan, burnt cookies and saturday mornings.
the pain was too much, though.Â
you were forgetting where you were, who you were. with every passing second, you were dissolving into nothing.
âif you wanted to go for a swim, you should have told me. i would have worn my swimsuit.â
lukeâs voice echoed across the waves. you tilted your head up to see him sitting on the dock above you, his feet dangling into the water. he had rolled up his jeans to just above his ankles so they didnât get wet, but his shoes were still on, which was a bit strange. the sun made his eyes look like burnt amber, his teeth sparkling as he smiled at you.Â
okay. cool.
you were at camp. it was mid-afternoon, free period. the two of you had been at the edge of the lake, until you became impatient and jumped in, fully clothed. behind him, you could see that annabeth, thalia, and percy were waiting for you on the shore. they were each wearing orange camp shirts, which was also strange; you couldnât remember a time when you were all there together, as campers.
âwe better go, sailor,â luke said, amusement laced throughout his words. âcome on. those cabins arenât gonna inspect themselves.â
luke extended his hand to you. when you hesitated, he added:
âi canât do this without you. will you stay with me?â
you reached up and grabbed lukeâs hand.
always.
you emerged from the water, catching your breath as you collapsed on the sand.Â
âoh gods. are you okay?â
your cousin, nico diangelo, son of hades, knelt down next to you. he tried to check your pulse, but you waved him away. your eyes searched for luke, but he wasnât there, despite feeling the ghost of his hand in your own.Â
oh.
you werenât at camp; you were in the underworld. it was nicoâs idea for you to take on the curse of achilles so that youâd be strong enough to face kronos.Â
âdid it work?â
you got up, a bit uneasy on your feet at first. nico helped steady you, his hands cold on your skin.
you feltâŠ.stronger wasnât the right word. you felt adrenaline coursing through your veins, like you could swim across the biggest ocean without pausing once. like you could defeat an entire army and not break a sweat. maybe even take down a titan or two while you're at it.
you needed to see luke again, to meet him and the others in manhattan before it was too late.
âletâs hope so.â
now
you always loved mornings at camp half-blood. the beach was particularly beautiful at sunrise, the water peaceful.
the morning after that impromptu poker game, you need that peacefulness to wash over you. youâre awake after a rather sleepless night, deciding to go for a quick run before breakfast. you get dressed and grab your mp3 player, as quietly as you can to avoid waking up percy (who, truthfully, could probably sleep through a hurricane anyways).Â
you jog from one end of the beach to the other. you set a steady rhythm, somewhere between the beat of your music and the sound of waves gently washing over the shore. when you make your way back down to where you started, you notice someone sitting nearby.
luke doesnât say anything when you first sit next to him. heâs wearing a dark blue hoodie over his usual orange shirt, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. you imagine that he confiscated it from a camper on the way here.Â
âmorning,â he finally whispers, eyes fixed towards the ocean.Â
you shiver, and not just from the cool morning air. youâre reminded of the last time luke spoke to you so softly, the last time youâd caught an early morning sunrise together. such a contrast to where you are now.
âmorning,â you finally reply.Â
as the sound of waves fills the silence between you, luke surprises you by taking a lighter out of his pocket. he lights the cigarette and takes a puff. then, he hands it to you.Â
itâs such an odd, though not unwelcomed, gesture. a peace offering, you figure, but itâs just so not luke that you canât help yourself.
âis golden boy luke castellan, offering me contraband? what planet am i on?â
the hint of a smile creeps onto his face. âlike i said: things are different now,â he echoes his words from the night before, but this time you donât sense any hostility.
you take a drag of the cigarette. your fingers brush against his when you return it to him.
you decide to offer a peace offering as well, and present to him one of your earbuds â he accepts. you have to slide across the sand to move closer to him, but he doesnât seem to mind.Â
iâm feelinâ rough, iâm feeling raw / iâm in the prime of my lifeâŠ.
as the song plays, you glance to see luke nodding along, tapping a finger on his knee to the beat. he lets the cigarette smoulder in his other hand.
weâre fated to pretend / to pretend / yeah, yeah, yeahâŠ.
when the song is over, luke turns to you.Â
ânew group?â he brings the cigarette to his lips, then gives it back to you.
âkinda.â you inhale, letting the smoke warm your lungs before explaining. âthis is considered theyâre breakthrough album. theyâre from connecticut, actually.â
âoh, yeah? guess thatâs where all the talent is from.â
luke bumps his shoulder against yours knowingly. you feel your cheeks heat up at his praise, his witty sincerity.
this is familiar â you and luke, at the beach, sharing music. itâs familiar, and for a few moments, you can act like there isnât a wall between you, of unresolved feelings and harsh words. you can pretend that nothing has changed.
âyou know, nickleback are from connecticut, too. which means you just called them talented.â
luke coughs on some smoke as he exhales with a laugh. âwhat? no i didnât!â
âin a roundabout way. i always knew you were an undercover fan,â you tease.
âi have better taste than that.â
âdo you?â
âyouâre fucking with me,â luke deadpans.
you crack a smile. âyeah, iâm fucking with you.â
âgods, you scared me for a second,â he laughs, and you canât help but follow. luke glances at you and the sunshine highlights his smile, his dark brown curls, the ever-changing color of his eyes. golden, radiant.Â
you shiver again, looking away. before you know it, you feel something draped across your shoulders.
âiâm not sure van would like it if i was wearing your hoodie.â you joke, but your words are laced with a bitterness you hope luke doesnât catch. unlucky for you, luke still knows you too well, whether he likes it or not.
âyou donât get to do that.â
âdo what?â
luke scoffs. âbe jealous.âÂ
âwell, you donât get to tell me how to feel.â
âso, you are jealous?â
you exhale sharply; you can practically feel the wall between you two reappear.
âitâs too early, lu. and iâm too hungover to deal with this.â
thereâs nothing more left to say. you get up, throw his hoodie on the sand, and walk back towards your cabin, the beach and luke further away with every step you take.
it makes sense that way: you were always the one to leave first.
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I'll listen to you next time. Okay? ~
Concept: Yandere Space Explorer x Gn Reader: Spicy Edition
Summary: Orion ignores your pleas to stay home and decides to follow you into the jungle.
TW: NS//FW, finger/ing, dub-con?, biting, general yandere stuff, riding, just being horny yk
Word count: 1.4k
Note: I'm like a thousand followers late but here's the first part of the thousand (now 2 thousand?!?!) follower celebration I promised!! I plan on breaking it up into 3 different posts for each character. First will be Orion, then Ivar and Atticus last!
Entry Date XX-XX-XXX Y/n has begun hoarding large amounts of food lately. No preference for food in the pile with the exception of Aishi flowers. Behavior lately has been erratic. Body language suggests uneasiness and anxiety. Theyâve instructed me to stay in the hut for a few days while they leave on a journey. They brought all the Aishi flowers with them along with half the food pile. In order to understand their behavior, I am choosing to ignore their request and will follow them. I have-Â
"Oh fuckâ Orion whispered as he finally noticed how lifeless the jungle had suddenly become.Â
He was utterly absorbed in finishing his journal entry, neglecting to watch his surroundings despite your repeated warnings. Orion couldn't determine how long the forest had been silent.Â
He quietly packed up his items, his heart pounding and his breath quickening.
It's fine. You were pretty close. You were just a few hundred feet inside a nearby cave that he'd tracked you down to.Â
 Keep calm. Orion reminded himself multiple times as his feet picked up the pace. His eyes caught a glimpse of something purple stalking him.Â
No more calm.Â
Orion booked it. He clutched his satchel tightly while weaving through the jungle. Roots nearly tripped him. The jungle began to blur into a confusing tapestry of blue, green, and every other color.Â
Suddenly, he was pinned to the ground. Its sharp teeth flashed, and a disgusting smell wafted into his nose.Â
"GET OFF ME" Orion yelled as he attempted to kick the beast off him.Â
The kick did very little to harm it. At most, he probably annoyed the creature. The beast growled and opened its mouth wider.Â
Something pushed the giant beast off him just as it was about to take a bite. The beast staggered back in shock. A large howl escaped the beast.
You jumped on top of it with a blade in your head. You quickly shoved your blade into the side of the beast. Cries of pain echoed from it as he watched you take the knife out of its neck. It shook you off its back, and you fell onto the ground. Quickly, it ran into the jungle.Â
"WHY YOU HERE? SUPPOSED TO STAY HOME!" You screamed at him. Your body was sluggish as it dragged itself off the ground.
"I wanted to make sure you were doing okay! You've been acting so weird lately and-."Â
"Go home. Now."Â
Without looking back, you slowly walked into a nearby cave. Orion tip-toed behind you into the cave, trying not to upset you any further. A makeshift leaf curtain door covered the entrance. The cave was small and had a dead end. A pile of aishi flowers was littered around with a musk smell.
You immediately collapsed onto the flower when you walked in. Your body giving up as it pushed itself past the limit. Orion rushed over to you. At first, he assumed you were injured in the fight with the predator.
His eyes darted in surprise when he realized you were bare. He pulled you into his arms with your back facing him. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you buried yourself in his arms. It took Orion a few seconds to understand what was wrong with you. A small smile snaked itself way onto his lips.Â
"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I didn't know it was your heat and mating season! You should've said something to me. I would've helped you. "Orion said sweetly as he traced his finger down your back. You gave a soft mew and shuddered underneath his touch.Â
"Nooo. Give me flowers. I eat." You cried, trying to fight him. "I need it!"
Orion reached over and gently fed you a flower. Your body began to cool down, and your mews died down. The sensitivity is fading away. A look of soberness slowly leaked into your eyes.Â
Hm. No wonder you were collecting these so much. They were meant to suppress your heat. Still, you didn't need the flowers now that he was here to assist you. He snatched the flower from your hand. You whined as he took it away.Â
Orion resumed teasing your body. His finger stopped at the base of your tail. He wrapped his fingers around it, following its length until the tip. He marveled at the flexibility of your tail as it wrapped around his arm in pleasure. The fur underneath his skin was soft like the blankets in your room.Â
 When his fingers reached the end, he circled them around it and toyed with it. Tiny trembles reverberated through your body. You began to pant more. Drool slipped over the side of your mouth, and a flushed color began to paint your skin.
"Does it feel good? Am I a good boy helping you?"Â
"Nooooo. Stop. No touch," You babble incoherently.Â
"Hm? It doesn't feel good here. I'm so sorry. Let me try somewhere else." Orion apologized teasingly while he nibbled on your ear. Â
His finger began to trail down lower from your tail. Gently, he pried your legs apart. He slowly slipped his finger inside you. You writhed when Orion pushed it in. Your tail curled up, and your eyes glazed over in pleasure.Â
Your hole was wet as it ached for him. It wrapped around his finger as he pushed in and out of it. Wet slick coating the entire finger. The sensation of your hole was exhilarating with the pressure around it as he added another finger. As his fingers curved inside you, the feeling intensified around him. He shivered in bliss as your back arched, trying to make the fingers go in deeper.Â
Your voice echoed through the cave. He listened as you mewed out small chirps and cries. He adjusted your head and began to suck on your tongue. Greedily, he relished the taste of your mouth. The taste of your mouth was so sweet, like honey. It brought him pure bliss, and he was almost ready to explode.Â
His cock ached and was sore inside his pants. He began to grind on your back, desperate for release. He lapped at your tounge and it felt like he'd drank ambrosia from the gods. Every drop dripped from his mouth straight into his very essence. He couldn't take it anymore as he rubbed himself into your back.
Suddenly, you ripped your lips off of him. A throbbed headache resounded as you pushed him on the floor. His fingers leave your tight hole.Â
He watched you get on top of him. You sat on top of him, and your tail pinned his hands to the ground. You tore off his pants. His cock managed to spring free. He moaned as you tried to sit down on him. Your body desperately tries to take his entire length. You shifted and shuffled in various directions, trying to make it fit.Â
Finally, your walls managed to take him in. You slicked up his dick with your nectar and pushed it inside yourself deeper. He groaned at how tight you were inside. It almost felt suffocating. Still, he adored the way you devoured him, and was still ravenous for more.
"Can I finish inside you? Please, please, please, let me," Orion begged as you moved your hips, "You feel too good. I'll do whatever you want. Just let me finish in you."Â
"No. Ri, not listen to me. Bad boy today." You said through gasps.
You leaned down and bit his neck as punishment for even asking that. Something in him broke. He knew it was too soon. You just put it inside, and he wanted to fill you up.Â
He tried to listen and hold back. However, the image of you full of him pushed him over the edge. Your belly filled with him to the brim. Your sweet slick mixed with his salty seed. Your delicate skin is stained with his dirty white liquid. Afterward, you'd lift yourself up and spill the extra fluid your hole couldn't contain.Â
A slight whine escaped your lips as Orion made his fantasy a reality. He painted your walls white and moaned as you took it all in. He couldn't help it. Listening to you call him a bad boy while riding him was too much.Â
"I'm sorry for not listening to you today. Let's do it again, and I'll listen to you this time. Okay?"Â
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Sheâll Know Me Crazy, Soothe Me Daily
summary: you go into labour (leahâs version)
warnings: mentions of pregnancy and labour, whoâd have guessed
a/n: i got a request for this and dropped everything at work to write it so if i get fired itâs your fault !
word count: 1.8k
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Itâs three a.m., and youâre lying in bed in that half-dream, half-wake state, thinking about nothing and everything at onceâplans, names, logistics, the strange feeling in your back, how Leahâs snoring sounds almost like a broken radiator. Youâd drifted off earlier with the usual suspects on your mindâlast-minute nursery tweaks, what itâd be like to actually meet this new person, how youâre supposed to keep them alive once theyâre here.
Then suddenly youâre very awake. And aware. The kind of aware that has you blinking up at the ceiling, trying to gauge if youâre imagining this, if maybe itâs all just part of the anxious last-few-weeks-of-pregnancy weirdness. But no, no. Itâs real. The sensation youâd ignored all night is now gripping you in a way thatâs impossible to ignore.
Your waters have broken.
Youâre in labour.
In the midst of grappling with this sudden, primal realisation that your body is not only capable of this but actively doing it, your first instinct is to look to Leah. After all, this is the same Leah who can keep her head in the midst of a stadium of screaming fans, whoâs always told you, right up until yesterday, that sheâs âgot this, babe.â The same Leah whoâs been planning this night in her head like a military operationâbags packed, snacks labelled, an entire eight-page birth plan on the kitchen counter with sections highlighted in three colours. Sheâs got this.
You roll over and give her a shake. âLeah,â you hiss, breath short and tight, like youâre hoping the urgency will slip through the layers of her sleep.
She doesnât stir. Instead, she mumbles something incoherent and continues snoring, entirely oblivious to the fact that you are, in real time, about to bring a whole new human into the world.
âLeah,â you say, louder now, and with a sharper jab to her shoulder. âLeah, wake up. My waters just brokeâ
This gets her. She bolts upright, eyes bleary and unfocused, looking around with all the awareness of someone woken up by a fire alarm. She has one sock on and her hair is falling out of her bun in every direction, sticking to her forehead in curls that make her look, for lack of a better description, entirely unhinged. What?â she blurts, looking at you like youâve just told her the moonâs fallen out of orbit.
âI said, my waters just broke. Iâm in labourâ
She stares at you blankly, and then at the clock. âNow? LikeâŠnow, now?â
âYes, now, Leah. Thatâs how it worksâ
âOh⊠oh my god. Okay. Right.â She throws herself out of bed, hands flailing a bit in what could generously be called an attempt to find her balance, looking every bit like sheâs just woken up in the middle of a burning building. She blinks, rubs her face, and then stares around the room with all the sharp focus of someone whoâs lost all concept of time, place, and purpose.
She begins moving around the room, grabbing objects seemingly at randomâa pair of your slippers, a half-empty water bottle, the book sheâs been reading that she still hasnât finished because every time she gets to a chapter break sheâs distracted by some tangent or half-thought that spirals out of control. You watch as she picks up her phone, only to immediately drop it in a panic.
You try not to laugh. You fail, slightly, but sheâs too distracted to notice.
âHospital bag,â you remind her. âBy the doorâ
âRight, yes. The hospital bag.â She says it with the blankness of someone whoâs just been reminded of the existence of the universe itself. She nods emphatically, almost comically, and rushes out of the room, one sock on, one sock off, muttering, âHospital bag. Yes. By the door. Got itâ
For a few blissful seconds, sheâs out of the room, and you can breathe, collecting yourself in the strange solitude. You canât help but feel a strange, surreal amusement in the whole thingâafter months of birthing classes, of Leah listening intently to the instructor, nodding along like she was studying for the final exam, of stacks of books and bookmarked articles and quiet reassurances that sheâd be readyâŠsheâs now charging through the house like a headless chicken, her panic almost louder than the quiet early-morning calm.
Sheâs back in less than a minute, looking absolutely horrified. âItâs⊠itâs not thereâ
âWhat do you mean, itâs not there?â
âI mean itâs notâby the door. I donât see it. Did weâŠdid we put it somewhere else?â Sheâs visibly panicking now, eyes wide and darting around as if the bag might materialise if she looks in enough absurdly irrelevant places, like the windowsill or behind the potted plant.
âItâs by the door,â you repeat, managing to keep your tone steady and encouraging, despite the fact that youâre, oh right, currently in labour.
âRight,â she says again, nodding in a way that looks almost mechanical. âRight, yes. By the door. Of courseâ
Sheâs off, scrambling out of the room with one sock half-off, muttering the word âbagâ to herself like itâs some kind of holy incantation. The momentary peace of her absence gives you a moment to focus on your breathing, inhaling deeply and exhaling in slow, measured counts, trying to recall the absurd number of hours you spent watching labour tutorials and wondering if any of that information will come back to you now, in the thick of it.
Moments later, she returns, this time clutching the bag triumphantly in one hand. Her face is a strange mix of pride and exasperation, like sheâs just conquered Everest but is deeply unimpressed with the mountain.
âGot it,â she announces, as if the sheer act of retrieving it from the entryway deserves some sort of medal. She sets the bag down on the bed with an air of absolute finality, as though the weight of the world has been lifted from her shoulders.
You smile at her, keeping your voice calm. âAlright, love. Letâs get dressed and head outâ
âDressed,â she echoes, her face going blank again as if the concept of clothes is suddenly beyond her comprehension.
âYes, Leah. Clothes. You might want to put some onâ
For a long moment, she stares at the wardrobe as though itâs some kind of cryptic puzzle. Then, with an almost bewildered shake of her head, she pulls it open and begins pulling out clothes at randomâa pair of jeans, a jumper she only wears when itâs freezing, and, inexplicably, a thick wool scarf.
âLeah, itâs Juneâ
She freezes mid-scarf-wrap, blinks, and slowly unwinds it. âRight, yeah. June. Good. Warm.â She tosses the scarf aside, looking faintly sheepish.
âHang on⊠should I call someone? I feel like we should call someone. Do we⊠call 999? Or is that just for emergencies?â
âLeah,â you manage between breaths, âthis is an emergency. Itâs literally⊠labour. Itâs happening right nowâ
âRight! Emergency.â She nods rapidly, like a bobblehead on overdrive, and jabs at her phone screen with so much intensity that it nearly flies out of her hand. She stops mid-dial, eyes wide with panic. âWait. No, noâŠmaybe we just drive there? Or do they⊠do they send someone?â
You look at her, trying not to let your exasperation show through the mounting pain. âLeah, weâre just going to drive. Weâve been through this.â
âRight. Yes. Driving. Of course. I knew that.â She shakes her head like sheâs trying to physically dislodge the panic, muttering, âIâm justâokay. Drive. Right. Okay.â She finally lets go of her phone and starts making her way toward the door, muttering things like, âGot it. Weâve got this,â in a way that sounds more like sheâs trying to reassure herself than you.
But then she stops. Turns. Looks back at you, blinking in realisation. âAre youâŠare you alright?â
âIâm in labour,â you say with a thin smile, âso no. Not really. But letâs keep goingâ
âRight, yeah. That makes sense.â She nods like youâve just imparted some deep wisdom, like the words in labour contain ancient knowledge previously unknown to her.
By now, another contraction has hit, and youâre clutching the edge of the bed, breathing through it with every bit of focus you can muster. Leah watches, horrified, looking like she might faint just from witnessing the sheer audacity of labour itself.
âShould I⊠is there something I can⊠I donât know, can I do something?â Sheâs hovering now, looking at you helplessly like sheâs waiting for you to hand her a to-do list.
You grit your teeth, squeezing out a reply. âJust⊠breathe. With me. Okay? In⊠and outâ
She takes a shaky breath, her hand rising and falling in time with yours as if synchronising her breathing might somehow keep you both tethered to reality. For a moment, itâs almost peaceful, the two of you breathing in unison, a strange little pocket of calm amid the chaos.
And then, just as quickly, the panic is back.
âWait. Snacks. Weâre going to need snacksâ
âSnacks?â you manage, halfway between a groan and a laugh.
âYes. For energy. They said snacks are crucial.â Sheâs already halfway to the kitchen before you can protest, practically flinging open cupboards and rummaging through drawers with the frantic energy of someone whoâs just realised theyâre on an episode of MasterChef and has thirty seconds left on the clock. She emerges with an armful of items that make absolutely no sense togetherâa banana, a bag of crisps, two protein bars, and, inexplicably, a tin of chickpeas.
You stare at the tin in her hands. âLeah, weâre not bringing chickpeasâ
âTheyâre protein,â she says, with a ridiculous level of conviction.
You watch, trying desperately not to laugh as she rummages through drawers, muttering about water bottles and phone chargers andâgod help you bothââemergency blankets.â Sheâs wearing one shoe, and her sock has somehow ended up on her hand, and sheâs pacing so frenetically that she nearly trips over her own feet at least twice.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you manage to corral her towards the door, where she stops suddenly, wide-eyed and visibly distressed.
âWait!â she exclaims, her hand shooting out to grip your arm in sheer, abject horror. âThe⊠the speaker for the birthing playlist!â
You stare at her blankly for a moment before realising that, yes, sheâs referring to the hours-long playlist sheâd meticulously curated in the months leading up to this momentâa mix of calming piano tracks, soothing instrumentals, and, inexplicably, a handful of 80s power ballads that she swore would âkeep the energy up.â
âWe⊠we donât have time for the speaker, Leahâ
She looks at you like youâve just suggested abandoning a child. âBut you⊠we planned it. I spent hours on Spotifyââ
âWe donât need the speaker,â you tell her, trying to keep your voice gentle but firm. Youâre at the door, shoes on, bag in hand, and if she doesnât start moving soon, youâre fairly certain youâll be having this baby right here in the hallway.
She stares at you, visibly torn, before finally nodding, reluctantly. âRight. No speaker. We canâŠweâll improviseâ
âYeah,â you say, smiling. âWeâll improviseâ
And finallyâfinallyâshe takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders, and steps out the door, hand in yours, still muttering under her breath about the playlist, about snacks, about breathing techniques and birthing balls and god knows what else.
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meanie Mommy
based on this request
Mean!MommyWanda x little!reader
You knew better than to bother your mommy whenever she was in her room reading important things, she was a very busy adult you knew that, but you were having a very long and boring day without her attention, you played in your room, you colored, you even picked the movie mommy promised sheâll watch with you later today, but nothing was filling the void of not having mommy around giving you all the attention you wanted. You slowly made your way to her door, standing there waiting for her to notice your presence, she looked at you and you entered the room what is it? she asked you not looking at you are u almost finish mommy? is almost movie time i think Wanda stopped reading and told you she was working on some things that are wrong, sheâs just busy so you should stop distracting her, truth is this was the seventh time you went in there to ask her random things, she was getting fed up with you, and you were not even listening to her but mommy im so bored can i have a yummy snack now then ? maybe yummy ice cream pleaseeeee you asked her with a very high pitched plead, that was it, the last straw, Wanda threw her book away and grabbed you by the neck I told you im busy cant you understand?! such a pathetic stupid girl canât you entertain yourself for a fucking minute! she grabbed you hard, it was getting painful to breathe but she didnât let you go yet, your eyes started filling up with tears, she slapped your face leaving a sting sensation on it, you looked at her desperately tapping at her hand so she let go but it didnât happen, she was furious you could see it in her wide eyes, she looked so mean, she let you go with another slap and she pulled at your hair making you look up at her when i give you an order I expect you to obey are you that stupid that you canât comprehend that you need to leave me alone? so stupid you are such a bother I didnât even wanted to be your mommy in the first place now im stuck with your pathetic self, im getting really tired of you being a whiny little brat she let go of your hair and you fell to the floor im sorry Wanda you said while you crawled out of the room, you went to your little room and slammed the door locking it after you realized you fucked up even more, if she was furious and hurtful before now you really dig your own grave, the silence was scary after a moment you heard her footsteps she jiggled the door handle and started banging at the door screaming for you to open up, you knew it was one of the many rules Wanda had for you, to not lock yourself up. ever. you really donât know whatâs got into you today, you did everything yourself to get you in this situation open the fucking door y/n ! youâre in so much trouble open up ! you cried your way to the door and slowly unlocked it and the door snapped open revealing a very angry Wanda looking at you with eyes filled with a thirst for punishment im sorry im sorry i didnt mean to lock it im sorry mommy and you didnt mean to slam it either? donât lie to me, I donât tolerate lying brats get on the bed now you stood there in silence only begging for mercy with your eyes, she closed the door behind her and made her way to your bed sitting at the end of it, she taped her thigh while you slowly moved from your spot, she grabbed your arm and pushed you down, she immediately pulled down your panties and smacked your ass count each one and apologize you knew this would be the softest part of whatever punishment she was creating in her mind so you did as you were told not wanting to get in any more trouble, after the fortieth hit you were a crying mess, your throat sore from all the screaming, your cheeks a bright red color Wanda wasnât tired yet, she pushed you onto the bed and she got up to get something from the punishment box, you were trembling when she got back you could notice she looked just as mad as before. this was gonna be a long one. You lost track of time, Wanda had used every item of the box on you, the big dildo, she used the flogger to hit your cunt, she gagged you, she tied your hands to bed.
Eventually she rolled you onto your back you could see her gaze a little softer she smiled at you im gonna eat you out to finish your punishment but you canât make cummies okay? mommy forgives your bad behavior but you donât get any rewards from taking your punishment you nodded, she lapped at your pussy hungrily, you were feeling so sore that it was hard to tell of you were close to cumming or not, she fingered your entrance and moaned loudly at your taste you were so wet, she had that effect on you, softly you tapped her shoulder too tired to get your words out, she understood and stopped her actions, she went to the bathroom to clean herself up while you stayed there in bed crying, she came back with a big glass of water and a warm towel to clean you up, after that you two got in bed together you were still feeling very hurt from what she had said earlier and she knew it was something it needed to be talked about im sorry mommy im really sorry for being bad you cried while you hold her tight oh baby girl mommy forgives you I told you already im also very sorry for what I said before I was very frustrated with work and I shouldnât have lashed out on you but you were making it kinda difficult being very cheeky you giggled at that and that made Wandaâs heart soften a little , she hugged you tightly and kissed your temple itâs okay mommy im very sleepy now you said nuzzling her neck, Wanda removed her tshirt and moved you onto her side, she guided your mouth to her nipple and you started to suckle right away feeling your tummy getting warm with her sweet milk I love you so much my baby girl i love taking care of you, like this, so dependent on mommy goodnight baby you were already drifting off so you mumbled a little nini mommy before falling into deep slumber.
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Seventeen as dads part 3 (All members)
I am so obsessed with this series, Iâm weak for dad!seventeen More dad!SVT and other fics on Seventeen Masterlist <3 Genre: FLUFF
âChoi seungcheol
"Will you help dada fix the showerhead?" Seungcheol asks your first born daughter, Siah. Seungcheol was in the bathroom being stubborn that he could fix the showered in the bathroom himself. Your 2 foot high daughter leans on the door frame looking up at her father.
She nods as her dad asks her to help.
"Can you hand me that wrench?"
"Wench?" she repeats wrongly.
"W - RENCH" cheol corrects her again.
"This one?" she points her little finger to every tool in the box and finally gets to the one he wanted. Cheol was very patient with her. He believed in her, it helped built her confidence too.
She handed her dad the wrench.
Cheol did some pushing and pulling, meanwhile siah really wanted hands on experience in this plumbing apprenticeship.
"How are my two star plumbers doing?" you ask walking into the bathroom to see what trouble these two were up to.
Cheol now had Siah on his shoulder while she played with the showerhead acting like she was helping fix it.
"We're almost done, my associate here is new so she's a bit confused" he says pointing to her daughter on him.
Suddenly there is a 'thak" sound and water comes down pouring on cheols face.
You burst out laughing.
âWhat are you laughing at?â He asks playfully and pulls you into the shower area so now youâre also soaked. This is responded with some sqeals and squeaks.
âNever calling this plumber duo againâ you say laughing.
âWell the plumber duo loves youâ he says with a cheesy smile and takes siah off his shoulder to bring her between the two of you, now shes soaked too.
âYoon Jeonghan
"Stop pushing our kid into the pool" you say giggling as Jeonghan playfully throws your 5 year old son, Hyun woo into the water.
Hyung woo hated the water when he was younger, especially the sea. But now it's a mammoth task to get him out of the pool.
"Again! Again!" Hyun woo screams while you could see jeonghan's energy battery running low.
"He'd make you do this all day" you say sitting poolside, reading a book.
"That's all, that's enough" Jeonghan says and pulls Hyun woo out of the pool, now comes the tantrum. Jeonghan uses the last of his power to pull his son out of the pool and airplane him to where you are sitting. He dropped your tantrum throwing son on you. He made you scoot in the small pool chair and stuck close to you, putting his head on your shoulder, boy was he exhausted.
"Does your battery have enough power to pass me the sunscreen?" you playfully ask him.
"There's always a reserve battery for you my love" he says and also gives you a complimentary peck on the shoulder before he retracted to the same position as before.
âHong Joshua
There was chaos in the Hong Residence as two boys, Dojoon 7 and taehyun 5, run around yelling and screaming. Two hyperactive boys were definitely a lot to handle.
"Boys, Boys!" Joshua claps his hand to get their attention.
"I have a mission for you"
their eyes light up and Joshua has their full attention. They loved missions, they recently got into spy movies and when they hear the word mission, they snap into their alter ego, little spies.
"Dojoon's mission is to clear up your toys on the floor and Taehyun's mission is to bring all the clothes from the dryer to the living room then mom and I will teach you how to fold laundry" he recites all the tasks. You loved doing chores as a family, it was possible on the weekends and you thought the boys would learn how to do things. It was the easiest way.
The kids rush to do their chores and the first one to finish was the elder one. This made the younger one upset, he came crying to you. The two boys are very competitive.
You end up giving them both some cookies. The calmed Taehyun down.
âWe need to get them off cookiesâ
âJust this once pleaseâ you tell your husband pulling a cute puppy face. The boys loved cookies and it was easier to calm them down that way. Joshua hates it.
âLast time, promise?â
âPromiseâ you say pecking his cheek.
âMoon JunHui
âNoo I donât want to, what if I hurts, and you flush it awayâ
âYou want to keep it?â
Your son nods.
Your 2 and a half year old son is sobbing on his potty chair, not pooping because he thinks its a part of his body and heâs going to lose an arm if he poops.
You knew if was something Jun mightâve told him so you call him over.
âHes not letting me flush his poop, he thinks we can raise itâ you explain to jun sighing.
Jun ends up laughing at this.
âPlease?â Your son asks in a small timid voice.
âIts going to start stinking babyâ
âIt already doesâ Jun chimes in.
âCaterpillarâ
âYou think its a caterpillar?â Jun asks and your son nods.
âIts just rubbish, it goes into the dustbin, the toilet is the poop dustbin.â Jun tells his son.
After half and hour of discussion, your son was finally ready to let it go.
âWhere is he learning all this?â Jun comments in general.
âAre you sure its not you?â You ask playfully.
âNo wayyy!â He says clearly lying.
âYouâre lucky we didnât have to raise his poopâ
âKwon Hoshi
"Appa, I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall" you 6 year old son, Ji ho screams at the top of his lungs. Both the tigers are very loud, it took you some time to get used to. You literally gave birth to a Soonyoung junior. They're too similar. So they clash a lot.
âI havenât even let go, stop screamingâ
âAppa appa!â The little boy screams and goes down the small hill at the park.
âDonât look back, look ahead, youâre doing itâ
âIm going to hate you if you let go!â Your son screams at your husband.
Knowing your husband, he definitely let go and you hear your sons screams again.
âAppa i hate you!â
âYouâll never learn if i donât let go, you want me to hold the back all the way to school? Whats the point of riding?â Hoshi scolds him.
Your son comes running to where you were sitting and he takes his shoes off to sit on the blanket.
âAppa is not trust worthyâ
âYouâll thank me one day!â Soonyoung says and plops himself next to you on the picnic blanket, putting his head on your lap.
Your son joins him and now the two boys were playfully fighting to keep their heads on your lap.
âSheâs my mom!â Jiho tells his dad to grt off of you. All this makes you giggle.
âShes my wife! Get your own wife!â Soonyoung tells him off playfully.
âIm 6!â Your son exclaims.
â Jeon Wonwoo
âSee, now if I move my piece 4 places, I catch one of yours, so you take it back to your houseâ wonwoo explains to your 5 year old daughter.
She was suddenly on the verge of tears when her dad captured her piece in a game of ludo. She clearly hated losing.
âAppa is cheating!â She kicks her feet in annoyance.
âThats the rulesâ Wonwoo says very logically defending himself from a 5 year old. It was hilarious to watch.
âSheâs 5! Let her winâ you say from the couch shile you watch the two cuties play ludo on your living room floor.
âSheâs going to become a brat if I let her winâ wonwoo comes back to you with more logic. Hes not wrong but once?
âJust let her win once!â You ask him again. He shakes his head.
âCome here, you and me, weâll be one teamâ you say as you slide down the couch on to the floor.
Your daughter calms down a little while she sits on your lap. âLets make daddy loseâ she says and rolls the die again.
You very strategically play and capture 2 of wonwoos pieces in the next 3 rolls. Your daughter was happy now and wonwoo was stressed.
âYes! We won! Daddy lost!â She sticks her tongue out at Wonwoo.
âSee? This is what I meantâ he says and bites his lower lip acting like heâs angry about the gesture.
You giggle at your cute husband.
â Lee Jihoon
âIm going to throw it now, eyes on the ball okay?â Jihoon tells his 6 year old daughter who is wearing a hand glove thats bigger than her face. It was cute to watch.
You could see them through the living room window where you sat to read a book.
Jihoon makes the first throw that goes over the little ones head.
Her eyes follow the ball like her dad asked her to.
âIts too highâ
âJump to catch itâ he teaches her but she groans.
âJust throw me a ball I can catchâ
âJump jumpâ he repeats stubbornly throwing another ball over her head.
She hates running to get the ball. This time she makes it her mission to make her dad run and get the ball. She throws the ball full swing and it hits jihoon right where the sun donât sun.
You burst out in laughter watching the love of your life fall to the ground and groan in pain.
âThats it for the dayâ he says between the pain and finally gathers himself enough to come back to the living room.
âThat was some revenge shotâ
âOur daughter is very powerfulâ he says remembering the pain and almost wincing again just at the thought.
âIm sure she takes after you honeyâ you smile at him.
â Xu Minghao
Your younger daughter and your husband, Minghao, were standing in front of the bathroom mirror.
Minghao lost a bet yesterday about something silly and the punishment was to make your daughter hair. It was punishment because your daughter hated it when someone touches her hair or brushed it. It's a recent development. She would throw tantrums and it was just difficult.
It was minghao's first time touching her hair and he was visibly nervous too. He didn't want to hurt his little princess. Understandably.
"What do you want me to do today, princess?" he says hovering his hand over her hair, not sure where to put it.
"I don't want to!!" here it starts.
Minghao gets down to her level on his knees to talk to her. That's how he gets everyone. He has a way with words. A smooth talker you fell for.
"Why not?"
"It hurts"
"Daddy will do it softly, very very softly, and we stop the second you feel hurt okay?" he explains to her and try to touch her hair again.
He does it so softly like even the slightly touch would hurt his daughter.
"Ah" your daughter lets out a yell and Hao begins to inspect that area softly pushing hair away so he can see.
"Look, she has a rash"
she was not throwing a tantrum. She really was hurt, it made you feel horrible. you immediately apologise to her and bring some ointment for it.
"I'll brush it softly okay? so the knots are out" he tells her before he continues. She trusts him, you trust him.
You take some ointment out to put on her but she refuses.
"I want daddy to do it" she says and you nod understandingly.
He helps her with the ointment and your daughter finally has brushed hair. She hops away happily while you watch.
"I can't believe I missed it"
"It's normal, don't worry" he reassures you.
"This wasn't even punishment, she loves you doing her hair" you complain and he chuckles.
"Want me to do your hair?"
"Only if you do it as softly"
"Always"
â Kim Mingyu
Kim mingyu, your husband of 5 years was working out in his work out room, he made a area attached to the living room a work out area so he didn't have to go to the gym, but occasionally still sometimes ends up going to socialise with friends while he exercises.
He had become much more of an exercise person once Bora was born cause he wanted to be as energetic with her as possible. He wasn't ready for his body giving up if he had to play with Bora or worse save her life.
You were passing by his work out area with the laundry basket but watching him working out your feet stopped and you ended up staring at him.
"What are you looking at?" his voice snaps you out of your staring.
"Huh?"
He smirks and you throw a sock at him at shut him up. If you stared longer you would've drooled physically.
You watch Bora's little legs run to her dad.
"Hello, to you too!" you say sarcastically and playfully as your daughter ignored you. Bora found Mingyu's gym contraptions very fascinating. She might be into exercising too. She loves being active.
Bora climbs her dad and somehow gets to his shoulders. What a total monkey. Only her tail is missing.
He ends up doing chin ups with bora on his back, no idea how he is this strong, but you were glad that he is.
while you come back to the living room with dry clothes to fold you see mingyu doing push ups with Bora on the floor.
"You're too sweaty" she screams as Mingyu's seat drops on Bora who was under him, every time he came down he would shower bora with kisses as she counted.
It was the sweetest thing to watch.
"I'm done, you can stop staring"
oh the things you would do to wipe that smirk off his face, right now all you could do was throw a dry towel to his sweaty face.
â Lee Dokyeom
"What is this you do daddy?" the little girl asks her dad while he puts on multiple toner pads on his face.
Since it was a Sunday, dokyeom scattered all his skincare on the living room floor, ready with a bare face to pamper his.
"This is for my skin, so it's soft and pretty, like yours" he explains to her while she listens intently.
"My skin is soft and pretty?"
"of course it is, because you're a baby"
"I'm a big girl, I want to do this too" she whines a little. You overhear this conversation.
"should I cut you some cucumbers to put on your eyes?"
You take your child to the kitchen and she watches you cut some thin slices of cucumber, she was very excited. She ends up taking the plate to her dad rushing to be a part of this salon play.
You follow her out while she lays on the floor next to her dad. You sit by her feet and suddenly DK starts a salon skit.
"Hello Ma'am, what would you like today?"
"Cucumbers" she responds cutely.
DK places the cool cucumbers on her eyes that make her shiver.
"Would you also like a foot massage ma'am?" you ask her as you rub her feet. You hadn't done this since she was a little baby. It brought back memories and how much she had grown.
Your daughter, meanwhile is busy munching on the cucumber she's supposed to have over her eyes.
"Hey, are you just eating it!" DK scolds her playfully.
She giggles in response. Her giggles are the most adorable sound.
Between the massage and the cucumber facials, your daughter falls asleep in the middle of the both of you. DK slides his butt to sit next to you. You subconsciously put your head on his shoulder.
"She's growing up too fast, I don't like it"
"Wait for the day she says 'I don't need you' I'm going to start bawling my eyes out" DK says and a visual of him doing that dramatically flashes in your head that makes you giggle.
"I'll be right next to you probably also sobbing my eyes out" you mention and he gives you the sweetest smile.
âBoo Seungkwan
Your husband was pacing back and forth with your 2 year old son in his arms trying to get him to go to bed. It was 11pm already, way past his bed time, but you just couldn't get him to sleep.
It had become practice that Seungkwan sings him a soft lullaby and some walking in his father's arms knocks him right out.
You saw him whispering a song and couldn't help but hum it yourself while you put away all the toys he played with today so they don't poke your feet in the morning.
Your humming perked his eyes and seungkwan gave you a side eye for waking his baby up, you mouth a sorry.
"Mommy's here?" you wakes up to find you. He never gets to see you in the night because you come home late from work.
He immediately wants to come to you, you take him for a second say hi give him some kisses and give him back to seungkwan, despite all his whining, sleepy whining.
You pat seungkwan's back as a 'best dad' pat and move on to the toys on the living room.
âChoi Vernon
You were surrounded by paper and scissors and scrap paper. Your kindergarten going son, Derek had a project at school to make a jar full of cranes to bring to class.
Of course, a child's project is the whole house's project. Now, it was you, Vernon and Derek Sunday afternoon, making a jar full of cranes.
You were teaching Derek how to make a paper crane and the folds were too tough for a 3 year old.
Vernon folded one crane a little too big and filled the entire jar.
"Tada! We're done!" he announces clearly with so much space left.
Derek giggles. "No daddy, there is so much left"
"No look? It's all done, one big crane fits the jar, just tell your teacher that" he jokes with him.
It makes you giggle too.
You end up having a nice family bonding time when you do arts and crafts with Derek.
âLee Chan
âThe same one?â
Your daughter nods.
Your daughter, 5, has been asking for the same story about the elephant and the ant for the 100th time. She only sleeps once shes heard that story.
Chan can recite that story in his sleep. Its the same thing over and over. Your daughter could finish his sentences at this point. Once the story was done, Chan tucks her in and turns the light off.
âHow can I forget?â Chan pretends to gasp and showers your daughters face with kisses.
Your daughter wipes her face.
âDonât do that, Im a big girl nowâ
âOkay okayâ He says and shuts the door, it does break his heart a little bit.
He comes to you looking a little mopey.
âIs she in bed?â You ask your husband. âYeahâ he says and comes to cuddle you.
âShe said she doesnât want to be tucked in with kisses anymoreâ he mutters. You run your fingers through his hair. âSheâs growing up a little too fast, I donât like itâ he pouts.
âSheâll always be your little girlâ you tell him.
âAlwaysâ
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featuring: oscar, daniel, charles, lando, ollie, arthur
cw: a little angst i guess but nothing serious and swearing
ᥣđ© oscar piastri
oscar is a polite cat. this is a known fact. it is also a known fact that cats are selective about the people they trust. luckily for you, oscar has put all his trust in you. you knew he had a rough day. he had been gone before you woke up and was just now getting back after you had already eaten dinner. you could see the exhaustion dripping off of him, eye bags evident and shoulders hunched. he greeted you with a small smile and then wrapped his arms around you. you could feel him relax as you stood together, his arms around your shoulders and yours around his middle. he places the most gentle kiss on your temple and whispered how he had missed you. there's nothing that makes him happier than coming home to you.
ᥣđ© daniel ricciardo
daniel is sunshine in human form and finds joy in making other people laugh and feel good. but sometimes, he can get tired just like everyone else. he had been quiet all day but said he was fine when you asked. by mid afternoon, it was apparent that something was really wrong. you walked from the kitchen to your shared room to find him on the bed answering emails, looking like he wanted to curl up and die. you gave him a look, your eyes screaming 'tell me what's wrong'. he gave you one right back that said, 'talk later, hold me now.' he shuffled so he was sitting at the edge of the bed and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his around your waist. he pressed his head into your chest as you ran your fingers through his curls and he realized in that moment that you were exactly what needed. then and now, forever and always.
ᥣđ© charles leclerc
charles isn't the biggest hugger. he'd rather wrap an arm around you and place a kiss on your cheek, so when he does cave and hug you, it's even more special. you hadn't seen him in two weeks because of work. you guys had talked on the phone and texted constantly, but it wasn't the same. when he picked you up at the airport, he grabbed you and lifted you off the ground, spinning you like how they do in movies. "i've missed you, mon amour," he says as he puts you down. he pulls away and smiles at you, and before you can smile back he pulls you back in for another hug. "what's this about, charlie?" you ask. "i don't know, i just really missed you."
ᥣđ© lando norris
it doesn't matter if you're happy or sad, lando just wants to be close to you. you were in the paddock grabbing food with oscar's girlfriend, lily, in between free practice one and two when he snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing kisses to your exposed shoulder and neck. lily giggled, giving you knowing look that said 'he would do anything for you.' and it was true. he would. he would give you a million dollars or kisses if you asked, and give you a million hugs without you having to ask or think about it.
ᥣđ© ollie bearman
ollie hugs are the best. staying true to his last name, he really does give a bear hug. he walked into hospitality after a great qualifying and his face lit up when he saw you. "hey bear," you said, your smile creeping into your words. he immediately pulled you into a tight hug. his thumb lightly tracing circles on your shoulder. he starts to rock you back and forth and you can feel his contentment as he rests his chin on the top of your head. his height makes hugs even better because he is able to envelop you like your own person blanket, or even better your own oversized teddy bear.
ᥣđ© arthur leclerc
let's be honest, arthur is hot. like really hot. and he loves that you think he's attractive and sometimes get a little embarrassed about it. he had just finished working out and was walking through your shared bedroom to the bathroom so he could shower, but he felt your eyes on him. he looked up from his phone to find you staring, your lips slightly parted and your book completely forgotten on your lap. he smirked and said, "like what you see?" classic. but you couldn't help it! he looked so good. the arms. the waist. the layer of sweat that made him glisten. you looked away in embarrassment and he just laughed. that cocky motherfucker. he grabbed your hand and gently pulled you out of bed and into a hug. you hid your face in his neck and be gave you a squeeze. he pulled back to see your blush had worsened, quickly deciding to kiss your forehead and pull you back in so you could hide again. curse his hotness.
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all's well that ends well | lh44
pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader
content warning(s): suggestive content? (like one little comment nothing outrageous
word count: 2,107
note: this is a part two to this fic! thank you to the anon who gave me the idea otherwise i would have been stuck for ages!! so happy so many of you enjoyed it and i hope you enjoy this one just as much đđ«¶đ»
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you let out a shallow sigh as you gently pushed the door closed with a click. last night's fight had plagued your mind and haunted your dreams meaning you had gotten almost no sleep at all. you just wanted to get all your stuff and find a small place to rent while you looked for a more permanent place to stay.
but lewis had other plans.
"hey, baby-"
"don't call me that, lewis. i thought i made it clear last night that it was over. i thought i also made it clear that i didn't want to see you again."
"ok, ok. i'm sorry. i just, i know i fucked up. but i can make it right again. i promise."
"like how you promised we would have a normal life together? i don't want to wait anymore, lewis. i told you this already. now please, let me just get my stuff and leave."
"no, just, just hear me out on this. i can't imagine how you felt while waiting for me to finally catch up to what you realised a long time ago. but i have been in love with you since the day i met you and if i let you walk away again i would never be able to live with myself."
despite what you had said earlier, you didn't hate him. and lewis could see you weighing up the idea in your head.
"saying it is but proving it is another. otherwise your apology means nothing."
"ok. yeah, ok i can do that."
he grinned at the possibility of winning you over.
"but, i need space. so, i will be getting my stuff and leaving."
"wait! you can stay here. i'll go, it's only fair."
"don't be silly, lewis. i still have my hotel room booked don't worry about it."
"no, no, please stay here. this house is yours as much as it is mine. don't worry, i can find somewhere else to stay. i know how you get sleeping in a bed that's not yours."
he knew you too well.
"ok. uhm, thank you, lewis."
"you don't need to thank me. i'll see you soon?."
"ok, yeah. see you soon."
you thought sleeping in your own bed would help you get a good night's rest but you seemed to toss and turn for hours on end. looking to your left, the digital clock on the bedside table screamed some unreasonable time in blinding red. you huffed before realising that maybe it wasn't just the bed. after all, all those years you slept in this bed you weren't sleeping alone. eventually, you did manage to fall asleep at some ungodly hour after scrolling on your phone mindlessly. but not without pondering how lewis was planning to change your mind.
the next morning you were awoken by a knock at the door. rolling your eyes, you readied yourself to turn lewis away but instead you were met with a bouquet of flowers on the doorstep. you peeked your head out to see if the person who dropped it off was still around but it was like they had disappeared into thin air. bringing the bouquet to the kitchen to place in a vase your eyes caught notice of a note gently tucked into the leaves.
thank you for giving me a second chance. you won't regret it.
he was making it hard to stay mad at him. you pulled out your phone and sent him a quick text.
thanks for the flowers.
anything for you. and i meant what i said.
read 9:26 am
humming along to the radio, you plated up your lunch and made your way to sit at the counter to eat. the recent weather had been unusually pleasant with the sun shining all day, and you thought about going for a run outside when a text popped up on your phone.
do you have any plans tonight? it read.
you debated lying to him but you had already finished with your work that day and you found yourself wanting to see him again after a little bit more than a week of being apart. you typed out your reply after a couple of seconds.
depends. what do you have planned?
it's a surprise.
you grinned.
i'll pick you up at 6.
oh and can you wear that black dress again? the backless one?
read 12:46 pm
you felt your face go warm at the reminder of what happened the last time you wore that number. god damn it. no matter what he would always have that effect on you. looks like you had something to look forward to tonight.
you smoothed away imaginary wrinkles while obsessively checking your entire appearance over in the mirror. it felt like you were doing too much but then again, you had to show lewis what he would be losing out on if he couldn't convince you. before you could check the time there was a knock at the door.
you calmed yourself down and opened the door to come face to face with lewis.
lewis swore he felt his world stop spinning.
"you- wow. you look...as beautiful as ever. seriously, why were you ever dating me?" he eventually managed to get out, audibly breathless.
your giggles filled the air as you hoped your makeup meant he couldn't see your entire face going red.
"you look, ok." you were lying straight through your teeth. he could make a trash bag look like a designer outfit and you both knew it. he found it funny enough to let out a chuckle though so maybe it was the right move.
"oh and uh, these are for you." as he remembered the bouquet of baby's breath, white chrysanthemums and blue hyacinth in his hands that he painstakingly put together himself.
"oh they're lovely. thank you. i'll just go put these in a vase and we can go."
he couldn't mess this up now. not again.
"ok, do you plan on telling me where we're going now or is it still a surprise?" you asked locking the front door and heading towards the car.
he opened the passenger door for you as you got in.
"y'know there's a saying that goes something along the lines of 'good things come to those who wait'. you ever heard of that one?" he retorted before getting behind the wheel.
"hmmm, i don't know. doesn't really ring any bells for me."
"that's too bad because i'm still not telling you."
"fine, be that way."
he looked over at you staring out the window refusing to spare him so much as a glance. you always have been a stubborn one he thought. shaking his head with a smirk, he began driving.
you were definitely surprised when you two arrived at the restaurant you raved about months ago - you didn't think he had been fully paying attention while getting ready for bed. now sat down at the secluded booth, you couldn't help but grin at the fact while in awe of the decor. all lewis could do was admire the pure joy and glee present on your face.
"what? why are you looking at me like that?"
"like what?"
"y'know, like that."
"i don't know what you're talking about."
all the other patrons must have been irritated by the way you two couldn't stop chatting and laughing as the bottle of wine dwindled down over several courses of delicious food. but if it meant he could see you so happy after everything he put you through he was ready to pay for them all to leave.
"so i've been thinking, and, i'm ready to take the next step with you. don't worry, i'm not about to get down on one knee right now, but i just thought you should know."
"what changed your mind?"
"i should've listened to you but instead i was an idiot and i let you leave. i'm sorry for that. and everything else. i guess seeing you walk out really brought me to my senses."
"yeah? well i'm glad it did."
"and i am absolutely ready to retire and start a family with you-"
"what?" you almost spat out your wine.
"i've thought about it and i want a family with you more than anything."
"no, lewis, i won't let you do that. you love racing. you said it yourself it's your whole life!"
"not anymore. i want to be there for you and i can't do that if i'm away driving every weekend."
"i can travel while pregnant, lewis. i'd follow you until i am physically unable to and we would be waiting for you until you come back home. i know how much racing means to you and i will always support you. besides, wouldn't you love to have your kid cheer you on in the garage?"
you two were cheekily grinning now at the prospect. he couldn't believe how lucky he was to find you.
"are you sure? it's not going to be easy."
"yes, of course i am. i've been sure for years, lewis. you were the one who wasn't ready."
his smile faltered a little as he wished he could go back in time and tell himself to get his act together. he couldn't change the past but he was damn well going to change your future together.
"ok."
"ok."
to everyone else in the restaurant, it seemed like a normal date, but if lewis kept his word then it meant the start of a completely new chapter in your relationship.
"you ready for this?" you were in awe of the man stood in front of you.
"more than ready."
"stay safe, ok? we want you back in one piece."
"of course. anything for my two favourite girls."
he placed a kiss on your forehead before taking the toddler from your arms.
"you ready to see daddy race? hmm?"
lewis nuzzled his nose against hers and placed gentle kisses all over her face, prompting an endless symphony of infectious giggles.
he had been absolutely petrified when you told him you were pregnant. he wanted nothing more than a family with you but babysitting nieces and nephews was very different to having your own child. even after all the baby books, birthing classes and packing dozens of hospital bags, lewis still almost passed out when your water broke. and if you weren't in excruciating pain due to your rapidly growing contractions, you would have teased him for his panic.
soon enough, his daughter was placed into his arms for the first time and all of a sudden there was nothing to be anxious about. he could still visualise the moment perfectly and yet somehow failed to describe just how he felt looking at the little one's face. she was the perfect mixture of the two of you.
"i'm so proud of you, my love. you know that right?"
season after season, he was left fighting in the midfield when he was finally given a championship contending car to restore his former glory. it was clear to everyone that lewis was more motivated than ever and that he just needed a car good enough to take him back up to the top step. all the late night meetings and simulator runs had finally paid off, as the legendary eighth world championship was won just a few races ago.
now, as you helped him prepare for his final race in formula one, you looked fondly back on the beginning of your relationship. you had everything you always dreamed of and you wouldn't trade it for the world.
"i couldn't disappoint my biggest supporters!"
"even if you didn't win we would still be your biggest supporters! isn't that right, my sweet girl?" you tickled your daughter as she curled back into lewis' neck to evade your hands.
"thank you."
you looked back at him with furrowed brows while fussing over the toddler.
"what for?"
"for everything. for taking me back, for making me the happiest man in the universe. twice, by the way."
you beamed from ear to ear at the reminder of the wedding that awaited you next year. he had proposed to you just before you found out you were pregnant and it felt like your life was falling into place at last. studying his face, you felt content knowing that you were truly meant for each other. nothing else mattered more than what lied ahead of you and you couldn't wait to experience it with the man you had fallen in love with years ago.
"i would do it all over again in a heart beat."
note: omg. it's literally 1 am but i had to finish this before my random streak of motivation ran out. i didn't think so many people would want a part 2 like i was so shocked at how many people enjoyed part 1!! never thought i'd get 10 notes let alone 100+ you are all tooooo kind đ„č
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Not that he cares...or anything.. - Tim Bradford x reader part one
Summary: After an argument with your TO you request a change, after a rough fight at home it leaves your Training officer to not only save your life, but unknowingly give you meaning in life as well.
warnings: Details of being shot, shooting someone else, you almost dying, your roommate being a creep
You were a rookie with the LAPD, working alongside some of the best, trying your hardest to do whatever is right, but today, your head was foggy, you were going through a thing with your roommate who had a thing for you, and now after politely declining, he's kicking you out.
You were out on a call with your training officer, Tim Bradford, he was no doubt an amazing officer, but you also agreed he was hard on his rookies, and for you it hurt because you actually felt like you two were pretty close, most times not having to communicate with each other on calls, you both just understood the other. "God Damnit, Boot! RUN! The suspect is running!" He screamed as he took off over the fence, you snapped back into reality, taking off in a sprint to cut off the drug dealer on the other side of the alley, but as you rounded the corner, you saw that Tim had already gotten him apprehended, and you could tell by the deadly glare he gave you, you were on his chopping block. You followed behind silently as he shoved the guy into the back of your guys' shop, slamming the back door before taking a long deep breath "O-Officer Bradford I can-" He cut you off by walking away to the driver side "I don't give a shit get in" He snapped as he slammed his door, you gulped down tears as you took your seat in the passenger, he didn't speak a single word the entire way back to the station.
As you booked your suspect you made your way over to John sighing "I think I screwed things up with Bradford" You sighed slumping against the wall "I'm sorry, hey maybe we can get drinks after shift? Sorry Harper and I are about to leave on a huge lead, talk when-" He couldn't finish his sentence before your fate was sealed "Rookie! The shop! Now!" Bradford shouted from the garage door, you rushed over, holding your service belt to keep anything from falling out while you jogged, as you loaded into the shop you held your breath, waiting for the lecture. "So..should I just..shoot you now?" He asked, his tone dripping with anger "W-what?..why?" You asked, confused on why'd he'd ever need to shoot you "Because what if that suspect had a weapon?! part of being a cop is always staying vigilant! and you failed today!" he shouted, his hand smacking against the steering wheel, out of instinct from the last week you flinched towards the door, your hand immediately popping to the door handle ready to run. Tim took notice, he just didn't want to see you hurt or worse, especially under his watch..not that he cared about you..or anything.
Tim didn't see you the next day, you had showed up early to request a temporary T.O change, you just felt like you had crossed a line with Bradford and it'd be better to just give him space. Tim on the other hand was stressed the entire shift, making sure to listen to any radio calls from you or Detective Harper, not that he cared..or anything.. John had taken notice of Tim obvious behavior change "Forgive me if i'm wrong, but you're kinda acting like you care about y/n, alot" He suggested watching as Bradford shot him a dirty glare pulling up on scene to come in as back-up for you. "Listen here, rookie, I do not care for y/n, I am doing my job, They needed back-up, we're responding" He snapped getting out, following in behind you and Harper.
You sighed changing into your street clothes and heading to your car, trying to avoid Tim at any chance "Boot! Real quick!" You heard his voice shout as you went to open your car door "Listen, about yesterday-" You cut him off "Officer Bradford, really it's no big-" it was his turn to cut you off "It is, I lost my cool, and as a cop, training officer...and..friend..it wasn't okay" He admitted "So I'm sorry" You sighed "Tim, it's okay, I just figured you needed space, now I gotta get home, get some stuff handled" You smiled before getting in your car, starting it up.
Before you could realize you were home, you slowly approached the steps, still keeping your hand on your service belt, you had taken your belt home with you, signing it out just incase things went sideways. As you opened the door you could immediately tell something was off, the tv was on but muted, the stove was still on high with a boiling pot of some type of weird liquid, it wasn't just that though, you could sense something was bad, you slowly pulled up your radio, trying to stay quiet "This is Officer Y/n l/n badge number 49336, I need a cruiser sent to 39213 hollywood avenue for assistance in eviction" Tim heard you over his own radio at home, immediately running to his truck "Dispatch, This is Officer Tim Bradford Badge number 34831, please clock me in for duty, responding to Officer l/n's back call" He said into his radio as he sped to your address, knowing damn well something was happening.
You didn't even make it to your bedroom before you were body slammed into your hallway wall, you roommate yanking your gun out of your holster taking aim "You stupid bitch!" He shouted, you gulped, raising your hands as you tried to back into the wall further like it could hide you from the danger that was right in front of you. "L-Listen, We don't have to do it like this, you can just put the-" He cut you off by firing you gun, you couldn't feel the bullet bust into your stomach like you always thought, you just felt the stabbing burning pain it left as it went through your body. You fell to the ground watching as your roommate rushed to you pressing his hands down on your wound "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean t-too" He shouted, you went into flight or fight, only remembering your training, you could hear Bradford shouting in your head 'take out the threat, rookie!' You reached the gun that he dropped next to the both of you, quickly firing two shots into his chest watching him fall back, you let your body go limp, taking a deep breath, closing your eyes, exhausted from everything that had happened that day.
Tim rushed in, two other on-duty uniforms following behind "You two clear the main rooms, I'll go in the back, check the bedrooms, she's gotta be here somewhere" He demanded, pulling his phone out calling your cell phone still holding his gun in the air as he cleared the rooms, dropping his phone whenever he saw the bottom of your work boot peeking around the corner of the hallway, a tiny trail of blood slowly running to Bradford's shoe "Y/n!" He shouted "I need an RA! Now!" He screamed, he wasn't concerned for your roommate at all, it was obvious you had lost a lot of blood, your uniform was soaked through, the white patches showing your rank were now dark red, along with your hair. He never left your side, he was the one preforming CPR until your pulse was back, he was the one by your bedside for two weeks, he was the first person you saw whenever you woke up.
You slowly opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the dark room, the bright wall clock telling you it was a little past one in the morning, as you looked around you jumped seeing a body sprawled out on a hospital bed somewhat close to yours, he couldn't of made it, you shot him repeatedly. You could hear your heart monitors beep increase as you went over every possibility of him living, there was no way, right as you thought you were going to pass out, the door opened with a nurse and doctor, and the man near you sprung awake, you were met with a shirtless Tim Bradford, with messy hair, that was normally always styled perfectly. "Look who's up" The doctor greeted as Tim bolted to your bedside "You're alright, boot, you were shot, but we got there just in time, you okay" He explained, you were slowly calming down, still confused on how you ended up shot, last thing you remembered you were finishing up a call with Tim about a robbery.
Tim explained everything over the course of the rest of the night, slowly he moved from his 'bed' to the chair next to your bed, to next to you in your bed as you both watched one of the uniform's bodycam footage per your request. Tim's eyes were on you the entire time, worried about how you may react seeing your own body basically dead, your eyes stayed glued on the scene, not realizing your smile peeked out a little seeing Tim already waiting by your door, his truck basically parked on your porch. Your body froze seeing the footage veer around your hallway to reveal the bloody scene, your eyes chose to focus on something other than the trauma that was everywhere "were you...holding me crying, Bradford?" You asked turning to look at him smirking "No! I was not crying! you couldn't tell but it was raining" He said, he couldn't help but smile at you "Fine! but..you weren't..you weren't awake! I-I thought I lost my first rookie on my watch" He explained trying to write it off as not caring that much about you still.
You just leaned into his shoulder pushing him a bit "Don't lie Bradford" You giggled, to your surprise he just sighed wrapping his arm around you "You scared me good..don't do it again..please.." He whispered pressing a kiss to the top of your head, holding onto you tight for the rest of night.
don't worry my children there will be a part two with so much more fluff and sappy Bradford, I just needed some good backstory lore ;)
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I'll wait for you.
Sana x fem!reader
synopsis: You and Sana have an on/off relationship. You broke up again two weeks ago. Then you begin to talk at a school event again.
w/c: 2.4k
warnings: angst; hopeless romantic; no happy endings here; on/off relationship; more angst; complicated relationship; even more complicated feelings; smoking
a/n: i am trying something new here. i have never written or posted anything before, so bare with me if you decide to check this out. i just felt like trying something here. btw i love sana and i apologize if she seems like the "bad guy" in this fic. :) DMs and asks open to suggestions and feedback.
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You're currently back home, sitting on the roof of this shitty old house. It's been over an hour and the sun is starting to set. However, you can't seem to find the motivation to go back inside. You've been looking back at these past months. Lighting up a cigarette and inhaling a lung full of smoke as you try to figure out where it all went wrong. You're afraid you already know the answer, but one can fake obliviousness.
-- Flashback --
It's been weeks since you were last on good terms. If only you can explain or express how deeply that crushes your heart.
Thursday was open mic night for school. You had finished classes early that day and rushed out of your part-time at the restaurant.
Sana was there along with your friends. You rushed into the cafe, where the open mic was being held. It was crowded.
Anxiety began to rise and take over your body, heart hammering against your chest.
Whether it was from the thought of performing in front of everyone or the thought of seeing Sana, you had no clue.
You had entered through the side entrance. Automatically you searched for her face, wondering if she really did decide to come see you perform.
Sana: of course I'm gonna go!
Y/N: really? you don't have to
Sana: yes i do!
Y/N: ...ok then
Sana: will you be happy if i go? i mean... do you want me to?
Y/N: ...yea i want you there
Sana: ...
Y/N: ...
Sana: i'm sorry y/n...it's ok if you don't want me to go
Sana: i know things have been weir-
Y/N: please come sana
Y/N: really, i mean it
Sana: oh...ok!
Y/N: ok
As you moved through the crowd you saw the face you've longed for. The person you had been missing. Sana.
She wasn't alone. She was walking next to Momo. The both of them had classes all day so they still had their book bags on them. Their backs were facing you as you approached them. You had an idea.
You walked up to the two girls, making sure to go unnoticed. Then you suddenly yanked on their backpacks lightly while yelling, "I can't do this." Blabbering whatever came to mind first.
Both girls turned around with a scare, Momo screaming loudly of course.
After the initial shock wore off. Sana replied, "What happened?" meanwhile Momo was hitting your shoulder cursing at you.
"I can't do this. I don't think I can go up there."
Despite the punches you were receiving from Momo you were solely focused on Sana. Your gazes met and locked. Sana reached out for your hand to calm your anxiety. Old habits. But you weren't opposed and you didn't feel like pulling back either.
It had been a few days since you both last spoke. Two weeks since you broke up. You would pass each other at school, sharing some of the same classes. But things were a bit different. Post breakup. You texted every once in a while trying to remain friends. Trying to remain in each other's lives. It wasn't the same.
Even though you had broken up, your presence wasn't unwelcomed by Sana. The two of you remained close during the beginning. Sitting down next to each other as you watched the first events. Momo tagged along but stayed a bit behind. You tried playing it cool at first, keeping a slight distance. There's never been any awkwardness between the two of you, so conversation came easily. Almost like nothing ever happened. Almost.
There was a shift in Sana. She went quiet and appeared to be focused on the current musical act, but her face showed she was debating something inside her head. You could tell it was something serious by the way she was chewing on her bottom lip.
You can't recall Sana's exact words. She had leaned close into your side. Her front touching your shoulder. Breath tickling your ear as she whispered, "I miss you y/n/n."
"Take me back y/n..."
"Please."
You turned around to meet her face. The sudden shift in Sana caught you off guard. Not expecting this sudden topic. You regained focus quickly, shifting to Sana's features that were just an inch away. She had a soft, sad smile. Her eyes pleading. Sana was your weakness. Your everything. You couldn't ever say no to her. So you met her eyes and gave her a slight nod while softly smiling at her. Sana's smile grew and she gave you a small peck on the cheek.
The rest of that night was great. Until Sana disappeared.
She had gone off somewhere with Nayeon and Jihyo. The anxiety had returned. This time you were sure that it was about performing later that night. You wanted to run away. Your hands began to sweat and you searched for Sana.
Professor Park came up to you, asked you when you wanted to go up. Currently it was the second open mic participant on stage. He said you could go third or last for the open mic. "I'll go third. I don't want to end it weak." Professor Park laughed at your comment, thinking you were joking. You were joking. Partially.
Sana came up to you as your conversation with the professor ended. When he left you started complaining and pretended you were going to leave. You knew Sana would beg you to stay. She held onto your hands trying to calm you down.
You were up next and had begun to really get nervous. Performances and public speaking just aren't your thing.
The host called up your name. Your hands started to shake. Heart pounded in your ears. You parted from Sana, she slowly let your hands go. You hesitated letting go. You wanted to take her with you.
As you walked up to the stage you heard cheering and applause. You turned to look at the crowd. There you recognized Momo, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu cheering loudly. You took the mic and mumbled that you weren't prepared. Though you don't know if you said it loud enough for everyone to have heard. Hopefully no one had caught that.
You recited your poem's title and said it incorrectly. You mentally slapped yourself, but you rectified yourself and restated the title. You continued with your poem. Your voice, hands, and legs weren't as shaky as the previous performances in class. You heard this one guy in the crowd blurt, "Shiiiiiiiitt" as you read through the final lines of your poem.
At the end there was a small hesitation for the applause because of the sudden twist in your work. That was your intention. The applause and cheers came soon. Especially from your friends. You turned to glance at them and saw Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Jihyo pretending to wipe tears from their eyes as they "cried" on each other's shoulders. Competing with each other on who could seem the most realistic.
You got down the stage. Hurriedly walked down the middle towards the back of the cafe. To Sana. As soon as you reached her she opened her arms. You wrapped your arms around her. Sana gently rubbed your back as you held tightly onto her. "I'm so proud of you baby" she cooed.
Sana let go and slightly pushed you off to grab a hold of your hand. She led you to a secluded area of the cafe. Then she palmed your face and grabbed the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss.
You had missed the feeling of her soft lips.
But like all good things, it came to an end.
Nighttime came quicker than you wanted it to. You were now back in your dorm. All you wanted was to lay in bed and relax. The rollercoaster of emotions draining your energy. But the ride still wasn't over. You were sat up in bed, on the phone with Sana.
She wanted to break up again. She had just asked to get back together a couple hours ago but here you were. Sana asked for space once again. Explaining that she had been dealing with insecurities, didn't know who she was, and had other personal issues. She needed time to find herself and figure things out for herself. As hard as you tried to reassure her, tell her she was perfect, give her nothing but love she insisted she needed space. You respected her decision.
That Friday night felt like it would never end. Felt like you couldn't catch a break. You felt nothing and everything at the same time.
Word was out that you and Sana broke up. Again. How everyone found out, you don't know. You were sitting in the common room before class with Momo and Jeongyeon. They were bickering about some nonsense. You didn't have it in you to join them. So you pretended to read your English textbook. Sana entered the common room. She headed straight towards Miyeon, who was across the room, to ask her about upcoming finals. You couldn't stop yourself from looking at her. That was when Nayeon and Jihyo joined your table.
Nayeon shoved your shoulder, "Why aren't you with your girl?"
"She's not my girl," you whispered.
Somehow Momo and Jeongyeon who were bickering the entire time with Jihyo included, who joined in as soon as she sat down, managed to hear and quieted down. They all looked at you, their eyes a mix of pity and sadness. This wasn't anything new to them but it still saddened them to hear the news.
Nayeon had always been supportive of you and Sana. She was the one who introduced you to one another. So she couldn't help but to gently ask, "Why?"
As you remembered all of yesterday's events, Sana whispering to take her back. Holding her hands again. Being wrapped in her arms. Her soft warm lips. Her warm smile and gentle eyes. Being comforted by her. Having her close. The long conversation you had over the phone. The break up. The space she wanted. You felt your chest contort and rip in two.
"I don't know."
"Well, I do know but I just don't want to say."
It was clear what Sana wanted. She made sure of that. You just couldn't explain that to Nayeon and the others without breaking. Thankfully, they seemed to have understood that.
"Hey, we get it. It'll be alright y/n/n." Jeongyeon calmly said as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
"C'mon now let's head to class."
All of you got up and started to head for class.
Throughout the day you dragged yourself from class to class. Trying to forget about Sana. You were failing miserably. You decided to head to the restroom to splash some water on your face. See if that would help.
As you were about to push the restroom door it was suddenly pulled open from the other side. You looked up to find Sana, surprised to see you. Your eyes met and you felt your heart clench. You weren't thinking. Your brain stopped working and your heart started going into overdrive, so you jokingly muttered, "Excuse me...I'm just going in for a quick cry" as you squeezed beside Sana to enter.
Sana quickly turned around and headed towards you. Shutting the door in the process.
You felt a hand take a hold of your wrist pulling you back. You didn't expect Sana to follow you in. You really did feel like crying now.
Sana studied you. You couldn't meet her gaze.
She apologized and you couldn't conjure up a response. You just stood there staring at the floor. Brain still not functioning. Heart still in overdrive, wanting nothing but Sana. Your heart fought with itself inside your ribcage. The hammering and ache screaming to run and stay.
Then she pulled you into her arms. As much as you wanted to cry mere seconds ago you couldn't. Your heart was rushing with a mix of emotions, but the fight inside from earlier had subsided. You just let yourself sink into Sana for the moment. You wanted to kiss her. So you pulled back a little and leaned in. Halfway through you felt Sana's arms begin to come up your shoulders. Getting ready to push you back. It was then you realized you shouldn't, so instead you swiftly glided your head to lean on Sana's shoulder. You couldn't help but let out a defeated sigh. Your heart sunk so low.
A pair of hands lifted to caress the back of your neck. Sana guided your head up and leaned in. The kiss was soft, it was more than a peck but still it felt too short. You had gotten what you wanted, but you didn't know how to feel about that.
Sana pulled back and softly palmed the side of your face caressing you with a sad smile. You tried reciprocating as best as you could, but your smile was much smaller and weaker than Sana's. Then she exited the restroom. Leaving you there. You stood there for a while. You couldn't stop replaying what just happened. You felt so stupid. Lost.
-- End of Flashback --
The sun has fully set. Your thoughts are still filled with Sana. Will she ever come back? It's been at least half a year since then. You still see her around campus but she's always glued to Miyeon's hip. Any and all attempts to get her to talk to you are intercepted by her best friend. Sana also makes an effort in ignoring you. If you pass each other in the hall she practically sprints away with her head down. Or she feigns to be doing something on her phone. Face immensely close to her phone trying to block her face from your sight. If you catch her staring at you she turns away instantly. If she's hanging out with Momo, Nayeon, or any of your other friends she makes an excuse to leave. Never acknowledging your presence. She practically runs from you. It left you dumbfounded the first couple of times. Leaving the others to apologize on Sana's behalf. You couldn't handle the pain all of Sana's actions caused you. So you stopped trying to reach out or get close. You accepted the distance she wanted to create.
Now you just feel a hollow cavern that continues to grow inside your chest as more time passes. At this point your ribcage feels sore from the constant fight and ache your heart has been through. All you could do is sigh as you put out the remaining bud of the cigarette you had lit up. Lazily you brush yourself off to head back inside.
"I'll wait until you're ready."
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