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đš svt spoiling their partner.
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prompt: how ot13 spoils their partner? đ„čđ„čđ„č i am just a girl give me treats c/o @shinwonderful
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seungcheol đč planning dates. he will refuse to let you lift a finger for your day out. everything will be meticulously laid out, finetuned to be something that you'll enjoy. his goal is to lessen the mental load of decision-making and planning; he wants you to be able to focus solely on enjoying the surprise, and he'll break his back to make sure that happens.
jeonghan đč 'parallel play'. even if the two of you might not be interested in the same things, that's okay. he's happiest to spend quality time with you at home, where the two of you are free to do your own thing within eachother's presence. just being in your vicinity already makes him content, and so he plans everything around the two of you getting to explore and share your respective hobbies.
shua đč acts of service. need help with your taxes? need someone to fill up your tank? he's already on it. he'll say that these are all 'little things', call it the bare minimum, when it's apparent that he makes it a conscious effort to make your day-to-day easier. his brand of spoiling you comes in the form of quietly doing things that will improve your quality of life.
junhui đč buying clothes you'll like. he can't help it, really. when he sees an article of clothing that he thinks suits your style? when he finds a local brand that shares your advoacy? he's already pulling out his wallet. he likes the idea of dressing you up. nothing makes him happier than knowing you're wearing an outfit that he entirely picked out for you.
soonyoung đč daily reasons why he loves you. people always joke that he has a bit of a motormouth, so why shouldn't he use it on talking about you, you, you? he's big on words of affirmation, on making sure you never doubt how he feels for you. he'll point out the little and big things that make him adore you, and it's never the same reason twice.
wonwoo đč indulging your interests. he may not always understand these trendsâ blind boxes, must-have fashion pieces, et ceteraâ but he'll never make you feel bad about it. if there's anything that you want, he's already doing everything within his power to get it. his greatest joy is seeing your face light up once he's gotten you your 'priority' item; it's why he keeps doing it in the first place.
jihoon đč trying new things for you. there's a long list of things that jihoon never thought he'd do, but then he started dating you. time and time again, he willingly goes out of his comfort zone to accompany you on the little adventures and experiences that you ask to go on. he does these things scared, does them anxious, does them begrudgingly,â does them all for you.
seokmin đč meals he thinks you'll like. he's the type to have dozens of tabs open for homemade recipes dot com. he knows he's an amateur at this, but he's undeterred in trying. whether it's a trending pastry on tiktok or the comfort meal that your mother makes you, he's determined to learn it so you're always eating well.
mingyu đč getting-to-know card games. he gives as good as he takes, which means mingyu's way is to listen and remember. a night where the two of you can just have deep conversations with no interruptions is his ideal evening. he will know he succeeded if the two of you end up talking until the sun rises, feeling like the hours haven't passed at all.
minghao đč postcards from tour stops. he loves art and he loves you. his postcards are pocket-sized reminders of those facts, always packaged with a few choice words that are sweet and sincere. his trinkets are very "i-got-you-this-because-it-reminded-me-of-you" in nature, and you know each one was purchased with you at the front of mind.
seungkwan đč getting you your favorites. he figures he should put his industry connections to use somehow. he's always amused by how happy you get over a rare photocard, signed album, or concert tickets, and so he keeps it up. buying dozens of albums, contacting other labels, bearing the arduous ticketing. your excitement at the end of it makes it all worth it.
vernon đč producing songs. he hadn't really pegged himself as the making-music-for-the-sake-of-it type until he met you. now, he revels in getting to send you a track that's for your ears only. all the lyrics just seems to flow naturally when it's you inspiring him, and so he sends you works-in-progress with reminders that you're the only intended audience.
chan đč at-home massages. he's all too familiar with the aches of an ailing body, so he knows exactly how and where to work on you. he always does what he calls 'the works'â a good bath, scented candles, essential oils. he lets you take your time, and he takes his time with you in helping you unwind.
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Stronger || Logan Howlett x Reader
summary: after failing your last mission you start to over train yourself in secret but Logan notices the bruises and cuts and wont leave you alone about it.
warnings: angst to fluff, patching up fic, the reader is very hard on themselves, injury, blood, insecurity, sweet logan, reader pushes themself too much.
a/n: I had this idea at like 1:30am last night and I wrote it when i woke up oops. I just love fluffy patching up logan fics what can I say.
There it is again. Logan's nose twitches as you walk by. You smell like dirt and sweat but most of all blood. He locks eyes with you as you walk past the kitchen door.
Theres a limp in your step. It's subtle but there. You're wearing long pants and long sleeves despite it being hot outside and you're hiding your hands in your pockets. There's bags under your eyes and the smiles you give people aren't real.
Logan narrows his eyes at you and you look at the ground. Hurrying away from his pointed gaze. He wants to go after you but he hears your door slam and lock.
No one else has picked up on this except for him. He brings it up in passing but he's brushed off every time. Something is up with you and he's going to figure out what.
You sigh as you lean against your door. Your body aches like crazy and all you want to do is collapse onto the bed and sleep. But you force yourself to the bathroom. You need to scrub off all the evidence of everything from the night before. The blood and grime washed off but the bruises stayed.
"Damn." You mumbled as you took in the injuries from this time.
The person displayed in the mirror looked like a stranger. Your eyes were sunken, bruises on your body, you looked tired and felt worse. But you had to keep going. You needed to be strong, to prove yourself and this was the only way.
At least that's what you think. You crawl into bed and pass out the moment your head hits the pillows. Unfortunately the nightmares start then too.
You're back on your last mission. The whole reason you've been pushing yourself so hard. You were weak, lost, a burden to the team. You weren't like everyone else at the mansion. You didn't come here as a kid.
In fact you were well into your adult life when Professor Xavier found you. You had no training, no experience. You got stuck into classes with kids who had already mastered their powers. You felt silly, a fool to think you could be apart of this world. You didn't belong.
So when you got the chance to go on a mission you were excited. It means they thought you were ready, that you had something in you that could help.
The mission went terribly. You were overwhelmed and could barely keep up. Tackled to the ground you cried out in pain. A sharp blade against your neck caused you to freeze. You tried to conjure your energy blasts but a foot on your wrist stopped you. It was digging into you, crushing you. You closed your eyes as you braced yourself for what was to come.
It never does.
The pressure is released all at once as Logan tackled the man who was on you. Digging his claws into him until he's limp on the ground. He runs to you, checking you injuries. You couldn't speak. You couldn't warn Logan that someone else was coming. Then it all goes black. You're too late.
You sit up, Logan's name on the tip of your tongue as you wake up. Fuck. You take in your surroundings and try to calm down. Slowly sinking back into your bed. Reminding yourself that everything fine.
That the last mission didn't really end that way. Logan is okay, you're okay. But what if things had played out different.
If you could have held your own then Logan wouldn't have had to come to your rescue. He carried you back to the jet and while everyone was nice, you knew that you disappointed them.
You haven't been asked to go on a mission since. It hurt, you wanted to go. To be apart of the team. So you took it upon yourself to train. Your powers were trained in lessons with the professor but he never lets you go past a certain limit. So instead you decided to sneak out at night to the nearby forest and train there.
Honing not only your powers but your hand to hand combat as well. Trees were your only partners but it worked. They were strong and sturdy. Every night you'd sneak out. Practice with your powers which drained you and then practiced everything else after. It left you bloody and bruised but in your mind it was worth it.
Glancing at the clock you see that you've slept through most of the day. The sun had already set. Quietly you get dressed and sneak down the hallways. Most everyone was already in bed and if they weren't they were socializing in the living room. All you had to do was sneak by and you were home free for the night.
Laughter is the perfect distraction as you sneak past the doorway. Opening the door slowly and sneaking outside, running to the safety of the woods. What you don't notice is someone following you.
Logan caught your scent the second you stepped out of your room. Whether he wants to admit it or not he's always searching for you. He smelled your shampoo wafting past the door and eyed you outside. You were quick but he could still see you. Enough of this. Whatever the hell you were doing was killing you. Slowly but surely it was ruining you physically and mentally. He slipped away from the rest of the people in the living room and followed you.
As he got deeper in the woods he became worried, just what could you be doing out here? His ears perk up as he hears you. Peaking through the trees he finds you in a small clearing. You were clearly exhausted but you kept pushing. Creating energy from your finger tips and blasting them at a tall redwood.
Logan smells the blood that trickled from your nose. You were pushing yourself too hard. He's about to reveal himself when the loud creaking of a branch stops him.
You were too wrapped up in conjuring another blast that you don't notice a large tree branch cracking from the force of your powers. Logan springs in to action.
"Watch out!" He growls as he launches himself at you. Grabbing your body and wrapping himself around you the best he can. The branch falls right onto his back. It snaps in two as it falls to either side of you.
"Logan?! What are you doing here?" You ask as you stare at the fallen branch. Kicking yourself for not noticing it fast enough forcing Logan to put himself in danger for you again.
"What am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing out here?" He yells as he lets you go. Taking in just how bad you looked.
"What the hell is wrong with you? What if I wasn't here? What if that branch fell and hit you and no one would know that you were bleeding out in the fucking woods!" Logan snarls. His fear and worry being masked by anger. How could you be so reckless? So stupid?
"I didn't ask you to fucking follow me!" You bite back. Shame creeping up as he scolds you. Logan scoffs and grabs your face firmly.
"Do you even see yourself right now?" He grabs your wrist and holds it up. Staring at your bloody knuckles. It fucking hurts. It hurts for him to see you like this and it hurts him that you were doing this to yourself.
âYou're tearing yourself apart, why?" The anger starts to fade, his real feelings breaking through.
"Because I'm weak." You admit, your voice cracking as the adrenaline starts to drain. Instead being replaced but complete and utter exhaustion.
"What?" Logan asks in disbelief.
"I failed the last mission, I could have gotten you hurt, I was a liability. If I got stronger, If I was better."
"Stop. Just stop. You really think all that?" Logan has let go of you by now, his eyes are looking at all your bruises. All the damage you've done to yourself.
"You don't?" You ask, afraid of his answer.
He doesn't say a word. Instead he takes your holds your hand, you try to ignore the butterflies growing in your stomach as he leads you back to the mansion. Taking you up to his room where he pulls out a first aid kit.
He doesn't need one but every room has one, of course you had already used up all of yours. Silently he patches you up, wrapping your knuckles in bandages and wiping up the blood from your nose.
"If you wanted train you could have come to one of us, to me." He should have noticed sooner, said something. Stopped you from doing this to yourself.
"I thought I had to do it on my own."
"You don't. It took me a while to figure it out too but you don't." He would be a hypocrite to scold you for going off alone but he doesn't really care.
"I'm sorry." You mumble. Logan cups your face and to your shock kisses your forehead gently.
"Don't ever do this again do you hear me." Logan can help you, he can protect you.
"I won't." You promise him. He smiles and picks you up.
"Logan!" You yelp as he drops you into his bed.
It smells just like him and you can't deny the instant comfort that comes over you as you snuggle into his sheets.
"You're going to rest for the next week. Anything you need you just call alright?"
"But what-" He stares at you and you stop talking, he wasn't fucking around about this.
"When you're healed and rested. Then we can train together." He doesn't leave room for argument, not that you wanted to argue with him anyways but still.
"Thank you Logan...You didn't have to do this."
He could have turned his head, pretended he never saw anything. Its what you expected him to do if you were being honest. But he didn't. He saw you struggling, pushing yourself and he couldn't let you hurt yourself any longer. He cared about you, a lot.
"I know." He says simply.
"Will you stay, while I sleep. I've been getting these nightmares and well..." Logan nods his head.
He shuts off the lights and crawls into bed with you. Kind of, more like he's half hanging off the edge of the bed. But you're comfortable and that's good enough for him.
It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep. The comforting aura of Logan was enough. He hums as you curl closer to him. Logan chasing away any nightmares that threaten to hurt you and for the first time in a while your dreams are quiet.
A smile on your face as peace finally overcomes your dreams.
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đđđđđđđđđ ( l. minho x h. jisung ) - 09.
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It wasnât until you were alone in your apartment, the quiet of the night pressing in around you, that the overthinking began. The day had been filled with so muchâMinhoâs steadiness, Jisungâs vibrant energy, and the undeniable warmth that both of them had shown you. Yet, as the glow of the evening faded, doubt began to creep in.
You sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the small stuffed bear Jisung had won for you at the arcade. It sat propped up against your pillow, an innocent reminder of the whirlwind night youâd just shared. A part of you wanted to laugh at how surreal everything felt. These werenât just any two men showing interest in youâthey were Lee Minho and Han Jisung, idols you had admired from afar for years.
The thought made your chest tighten. You had been a fan of Jisungâs music since you were a teenager, his songs helping you navigate some of the toughest moments of your life. And Minho? His performances had always left you in awe, his quiet charisma pulling you in even through a screen. To think that these two larger-than-life figures were now a part of your reality felt⊠overwhelming.
Your mind spiraled. What if this was all some kind of fluke? What if they got to know you better and realized you werenât as interesting or special as they thought? What if the fact that you were a fan made things weird? You could already imagine the awkwardness if that ever came up in conversation.
A wave of self-consciousness washed over you, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, as if trying to shield yourself from the doubts swirling in your mind.
Theyâre idols, you thought, the word carrying a weight that felt impossible to ignore. Theyâve toured the world, performed in front of thousands of fans, and have lives that are so much bigger than mine. What could they possibly see in me?
The logical part of your brain tried to intervene. Minho and Jisung had both gone out of their way to spend time with you. They had been nothing but kind, attentive, and genuine. But the doubts were relentless, whispering that it was only a matter of time before reality set in.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you stood and began to pace the room. The familiarity of the small space was a comfort, but even that couldnât quiet your racing thoughts.
What would people think if they knew? The idea of being judgedâby fans, by strangers, or even by yourselfâfelt daunting. You werenât sure if you were ready for the kind of scrutiny that might come with being in their lives.
A sudden knock at your door snapped you out of your thoughts. For a brief moment, panic surged through you. Who could it be at this hour? You hesitated before crossing the room and peeking through the peephole.
It was your best friend. Relief flooded you as you opened the door to see them standing there with a bag of snacks and a concerned look on their face.
âI had a feeling youâd be overthinking,â she said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. âFigured you could use some company.â
You managed a small smile, grateful for her intuition. âYou know me too well.â
They plopped down on your couch, opening the bag to reveal an assortment of your favorite snacks. âOkay, spill. Whatâs going on in that overactive brain of yours?â
You sat beside her, hugging a pillow to your chest. âItâs just⊠a lot. Minho and Jisung are amazing, and I had such a great time with both of them, but I canât stop thinking about how different our lives are. Theyâre idols. Iâm just⊠me.â
Your best friend raised an eyebrow. âFirst of all, youâre not just anything. Youâre smart, funny, kind, and anyone would be lucky to know you. Second, they clearly see something in you, or they wouldnât be making the effort.â
âI know, butââ
âNo buts,â she interrupted, pointing a finger at you. âYouâre overthinking this. You donât have to have all the answers right now. Just take things one step at a time. Enjoy getting to know them, and let them get to know you. The rest will figure itself out.â
You nodded slowly, her words sinking in. She was rightâthere was no use in letting your insecurities ruin something that had the potential to be amazing. For now, all you could do was take things as they came and trust that Minho and Jisung saw the real you.
âThanks,â you said, leaning your head against her shoulder. âI needed that.â
âAnytime,â she replied, handing you a bag of chips. âNow, letâs binge-watch something ridiculous and forget about all this heavy stuff for a while.â
warnings: jisung is faking role playing for a moment, pet names, they have no role but it's a soft hot sex, dirty talks, oral (f receiving), nipples stimulation, double penetration, unprotected sex (don't be silly), breeding.
The day starts like any other, with Minho and Jisung texting you, their usual playful energy radiating through the messages.
You stare at the screen, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. Normally, youâd jump at the chance to spend time with them, but lately, a nagging feeling has taken root in your chest. You shake your head, trying to dispel the doubts, but they persist. âWhy do they even like me?â you think to yourself. âIâm not enough for them.â
Minutes later, your phone rings. Itâs Minho. You hesitate but eventually answer, his familiar voice immediately filling your ear. âWhatâs going on?â he asks, skipping the pleasantries. âYouâve been distant lately.â
âIâve just been⊠busy,â you say, your voice lacking conviction.
âBusy doing what?â Jisungâs voice cuts inâheâs on speaker. âCome on, angel. Talk to us.â
You bite your lip, the urge to open up battling with your fear of being vulnerable. Finally, you sigh. âI just⊠I feel like Iâm not enough for you guys. Like I donât deserve to be with you.â
Thereâs a beat of silence on the other end before Minho speaks, his tone firm but gentle. âThatâs ridiculous. Youâre more than enough.â
âWay more than enough,â Jisung adds, his voice softer than usual. âWhy would you even think that?â
You hesitate, the words sticking in your throat. âI donât know. Youâre both so⊠amazing. And Iâm just⊠me.â
âExactly. Youâre you,â Minho says. âAnd we like you for you. Not for what you think you need to be.â
Jisung hums in agreement. âSeriously. If anything, weâre lucky you put up with us. Have you met Minho when heâs grumpy?â
âHey,â Minho protests, but you can hear the smile in his voice.
You canât help but laugh softly, the weight on your chest lifting just a little. âIâm sorry for being distant. I just⊠needed some time to sort things out.â
âWe get it,â Minho says. âBut next time, talk to us. Weâre here for you.â
âAlways,â Jisung adds. âNow, get over here. We miss you.â
A small smile tugs at your lips. âOkay. Iâll be there soon.â
The other side of the phone cuts the call and you sigh standing up, almost dragging your body out of your room. Lucky for you that they live the apartment in front of yours. You knock at the door, you can hear their voices that are talking. Maybe some of the new songs that Jisung is keeping hide from the public, but you can hear the tone of his voice in the bars itâs darker, almost sexual for how good it sounds.
You decide to knock a couple times, your eyes lock in the sight of the door that feels smooth at the touch. Your mind still working on extra hours but you're happy to see them.
Minho open the door and a smile on his face makes you feel all in love again, the atmosphere feels warm and welcoming, as if the earlier tension never existed. Jisung greets you with a tight hug, practically lifting you off the ground. âFinally!â he exclaims. âI was starting to think youâd forgotten about us.â
Minho rolls his eyes, tugging you inside. âIgnore him. Heâs been dramatic all day.â
âDramatic? Me?â Jisung feigns offense, but his grin gives him away. You settle onto the couch, sandwiched between the two of them. Minho hands you a blanket while Jisung starts flipping through movie options. âI picked a good one,â Jisung says, showing you the title on the screen.
"Wasn't.. Minho's choice this time?" You asks.
Minho glances at him and then he groans. âYou call that a good choice? No way. Weâre watching something else.â
You laugh at their bickering, the last remnants of your doubt fading away. For the first time in days, you feel completely at ease. As the movie starts, Jisung grabs a bowl of popcorn and places it in your lap, leaning against your side. Minho rests his arm along the back of the couch, his presence steady and comforting.
âAre you enjoying?â Jisungâs voice reach your ears, you turn to his direction and nods.
Minho's hand moves between your hair, massaging your scalp in a gentle manner making you even more relaxed, "let us take care of you tonight, okay princess?"
Your cheeks that are getting warmer and warmer, but you nod again because you feel like being between the two men that stole your heart it's the safest spot in the world.
Your body feel relaxed and your mind itâs getting blurry. Is this really working on you? you can just feel Jisung's hand finishing on your thigh, squeezing your skin lightly almost to wake you up from your flow of thoughts. ây/n you're so soft.â
His voice is a confused slur, feeling the blood in his veins warm at your presence right among them; he can feel his cock twitch in his pants. Minho grunts nodding, totally agreeing with his boyfriend, "Hyung told me what he did in the car the first date, I'm jealous.â
Your cheeks grows red and you chuckle, opening lightly one eye to look at Jisung's pouty expression, ââm sorry baby.. he was really convincing.â A muffled moan comes from Jisungâs throat as he puts his head against your chest, âhe told me everything.. how tight you were, how wet you felt. are you wet now baby? for us?â Heâs losing is control for your soft voice, he can imagine vividly the feeling of your skin in his hands; heâs craving to have a single taste of you.Â
âdo you wanna be pretty for us princess?â Minho talks, his breath itâs right against your skin, you can almost feel his lips against the nape of your earlobe. You gently nods: your mind already going blank.
You gives them the permission, and then it takes them two seconds before taking you to their bedroom. Your back hits the mattress with a giggle, making them smile for how cute you look in your soft dress. Minho's hand travel from your ankle to your thigh, spreading your thighs a little.
"Can you take it off?" You asks mumbly, and the younger moves his hands carefully to take down the knots on the shoulders, the dress already on the floor and youâre half naked under their hungry eyes.Â
Jisung bend over to kiss your shoulder, his delicate fingers moves the shoulder pads down, letting you breathless. Minho caress your legs, from the ankles to your inner thighs again. âso fuckin pretty now.â His fingers are pressing against your flesh, making you shivers and arch your back, and they are just starting it.
âplease,â you murmurs as you squeeze your thighs together, going totally against what Minho wants, he grab your knees and he spread them wide again, âif you want to, keep this pretty legs open.âÂ
Jisung kiss your neck, his gently pecks are full of passion, you are feeling over the edge, your head moves backward against the pillows. Jisungâs tongue trace your skin, making you whimper under them two, Minho chuckles grabbing gently your hand, kissing softly your wrist.
The younger moves feeling a rush of pleasure that he needs to relieve, their clothes are feeling too tight for the whole tension, Jisung moves between your thighs his hands massaging your flesh as he lean his soft cheek on your inner thigh as his eyes are locked on your soaking wet panties. âso wet, I wanna taste it.â
Minho moves his smooth hands on your back, unclasping the bra and letting your tits free making their mouth watering, âGod, âm getting impatient.â Your chuckles just makes them whimpering, their hands explode your body, desiring and possessing it.
They are showing you with so much love how much you mean to them, not caring if you're are a fan, but because you're their lover and they are going down on you with delicate touches filled with pervious desires.
You gasp so loud that makes them shivers when Jisungâs tongue get in touch with your panties, you can feel yourself getting even wetter for the light touch, heâs getting over the edge and itâs not even close to getting in your pussy.Â
Minhoâs eyes are half closed for the sight their actions, he moves the panties aside letting Jisung finally taste your wet folds. Jisungâs eyes almost roll back completely for the taste of your nectar, his tongue licks and grind against your slit making you shake and moan. The music mix of your moans of pleasure itâs the best thing that Minho have ever heard. Jisung is impatient, every licks and every moves of his tongue on your folds makes his nose hits your clit enough to make you arch your back. âo-oh god!âÂ
Minho bend over, his tongue pass over your nipple, his other hand massage the other breast, palpating briskly as his teeth nibble the already hardened nipple. Your hands between their hair as they workship your body with need.
Jisung eats you out like a starving man, like he never touched a pussy before, his hands as squeezing, stroking, caressing your thighs and ass. Your legs on his shoulders and his face buries in your cunt, thatâs the best feeling that you ever felt before.Â
And youâre not a virgin.Â
The overstimulation that Minho is giving to your sensitive nipples is making you almost cum, ââm so close, i.. I have to â ugh, cum!â Your voice itâs so pitch high, your legs shakes around the youngerâs head and your hands are traveling down Minhoâs lap with the intention of giving him the same pleasure that you are feeling.
ânot yet, wait, please,â jisungâs voice mumbles as he flicks his tongue over and over against your entrance, making your toes curl in pleasure. Minho move one of his hand on jisungâs hair, pushing him close to your pussy making him whimper for dominance. Your hand touches lightly Minhoâs lap, making the oldest groan against your tits, you canât stop your orgasm to hit you with pleasure.Â
Youâre breathless, jisung laps your folds again before breaking the contact with a moan, his face itâs the expression of the pleasure that he just felt, maybe even more than you did. Minho grab the back of his neck, kissing him roughly, he desire to feel you against his lips more than anything else, Jisung close his eyes as he kiss minho back, their tongues curls to each other making the kiss even wetter now.Â
Minho moves his hand on jisungâs pants, unbuttoning his jeans and letting the younger with just his boxers, you gasp at the sight of the view, making your way on minhoâs pants, to do the exact same thing.Â
When you find yourself kissing one of the two men as the other one kiss your neck, marking you and biting your skin, to make sure that the next morning youâre gonna remember every single action of this. Because you want to remember this, and they want it too.Â
âlook at you, so wet,â Minho whispers in your ear as he spread your thighs, Jisung moves behind you as he keep kissing you, heâs such a messy kisser. You can feel minhoâs hard length pressing against your folds, you break the kiss with the guy behind you to look at the oldest, âm-minho please.. I need you..â
His chuckles fill your lungs as Jisung move his hand around your neck, squeezing it lightly just to make pressure around it, âonly him? I feel jealous,â Jisung whispers in your other ear, breathing deeply as his hips grind against your ass, making you back arch to the feeling of both of them, so tempt to enter in you, to make you feel good.Â
âmhm, sheâs gonna have us both right? right baby?â
His words makes you even wetter now, jisung and Minho connect their lips once again as you gasp and moan louder to feel minhoâs cock pushing himself inside your pussy. âfeel so good,â the oldest whimper and moan against jisungâs lips, the other guy hold the back of his head with his hand.Â
"y-yes.. yes both.." You arch your back against jisungâs chest, and you can feel jisungâs cock pressing against your slit already stretch out where minho keep thrusting in you without stopping.
His stamina will drive you crazy.
âJisung, give it to me, please,â you beg the younger as you grind your hips back and forth on them, Minho is just pushing himself, you can feel everything, you can feel the muscles contract; their cocks grinding against each other inside you and that makes you scream for pleasure. Having both of inside you right now is the best thing that you ever felt.
They move together, with the best synchronization that just them two could have, youâre between them as they hold your hips and thighs, minho kiss you as jisung bites your shoulder, âitâs fucking good, this.. a-ah! amazing..âÂ
âperfect pussy, oh baby your pussy is amazing,â Jisung groan in your ear as your back, breathing heavily as you can just be there, feeling the best sex in your life because of your boyfriends. You open your mouth for breath and the guy is behind you grab your chin, turning your face to him and he collect saliva in his mouth and then spits on yours, that feels almost too much good to be true.
Their cum exploding in your cunt, filling you up at the same time as they moan loudly, the overstimulation makes you squirm and shakes all over her body. Your juices is mix with theirs now, running down your thighs as you slowly move away from their bodies, too sore to talk; to sore to actually be able to face them.Â
âyou are, quite something,â Minho chuckles breathless, as he moves beside Jisung, his head falls on your shoulder, grabbing gently your hand.
Your eyes are falling down, âyou guys.. tired me so much.â
For a moment the three of you find yourselves curled up together in the soft glow of their bedroom. You guys cleaned up each other and dressed up again, but finishing to crash back in the clean sheets - that Minho carefully took off and change. The intimacy of the dayâboth physical and emotionalâleaves you feeling vulnerable yet cherished. Jisung notices your quiet demeanor and brushes a hand gently over your arm. âHey, you okay?â he asks, his voice laced with concern.
You nod, offering him a small smile. âYeah. Just⊠thinking.â
Minho shifts closer, his hand finding yours. âAbout?â
âHow lucky I am to have you two,â you admit softly. âAnd how much you take care of me.â
Minhoâs lips quirk into a small smile, and he squeezes your hand. âYou take care of us, too. It goes both ways, you know.â
Jisung leans his head on your shoulder, his playful tone softened by sincerity. âWeâre a team, y/n. And youâre the most important part of it.â
Minho rises briefly and returns with a glass of water and a cool cloth. âHere,â he says, pressing the cloth lightly to your forehead and cheeks. âYou need to hydrate. Youâve had a long day.â
Jisung chuckles, grabbing a spare blanket and wrapping it snugly around you. âMinhoâs in mom mode. Better let him do his thing.â
You laugh, feeling warmth spread through youânot just from the blanket but from their care and attention. âThank you. Both of you.â
Minho brushes a strand of hair from your face, his gaze steady and affectionate. âAlways. Youâre ours to take care of, just like weâre yours.â
Jisung grins, planting a soft kiss on your temple. âNow, letâs relax. Weâve got all night.â
#han jisung#( skz. â đ! )#ROOMMATES-minsung#lee know x reader#lee minho stray kids#lee minho x reader#lee know#han jisung skz#han jisung fluff#han jisung x reader#han jisung smut#stray kids han#lee minho smut#minsung x reader#minsung#minsung drabble#minsung fanfiction#minsung fic#minsung fluff#minsung stray kids#minsung smut#stray kids fake texts#stray kids#stray kids x reader
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Merry Kissmas, Day 20
It looks like they really are going Christmas shopping, so Arthur drives them into town on a cold, busy Saturday, the last weekend before Christmas. Merlinâs breath is visible as he steps out of the car and Arthur admires the way his cheeks turn pink, until Merlin catches him staring and he has to look away.
âWhy do you need me for this?â Merlin asks for the third time. âI donât need to do any Christmas shopping.â
âI need you in my sight at all times,â Arthur answers as they head into the shop.
âWhy? Worried Iâll kiss someone else?â He raises a cheeky eyebrow.
âNo,â Arthur says forcefully. âNo. I just... canât miss my chance. Youâre still in the lead, you know.â
âYes, I know. You gonna take it from me?â
Something about the way Merlin says this makes Arthur feel flushed. âYes. When you least expect it.â
âI always expect it.â
To test this, Arthur pulls Merlin close, but he wrestles out of Arthurâs grasp just in time. Arthur laughs.
âYouâre really willing to do this in public?â Merlin asks.
âI already embarrassed myself in front of all your coworkers and I have to see those people again.â
âThatâs true.â Merlin smiles at the memory and because of that, Arthur doesnât regret his actions a single bit.
Later, once theyâve gotten into the groove of shopping, Merlin speaks up. âThereâs only five possible points left, and with me in the lead, I only need three more points to win, so we could be done by Monday.â
Despite the dread with which Arthur has been watching the Hersheyâs kisses leaving his little cardboard Advent calendar, this thought hasnât occurred to him. That it could be over even before Advent was. âYou really think you could get three points in a row?â
âI could.â
âPlease. Is that why youâve been quiet? Youâve been figuring that out in your head? And here I thought you were actually giving me a break from your incessant prattle.â
âNope, Iâll never do that.â
âWhy would you want that anyway? For it to be over early?â Arthur is surprised by how quiet his voice is. âAre you... not having fun?â
Merlin gives him an intense look that Arthur wishes he could decipher and which goes on for a long time before Merlin answers. âNo, I am. You have no idea. But... I was just saying. You know, itâs possible.â
You have no idea . Those words seem to imply something, but Arthur has to come up with a witty retort for fear of having to confront something real. âI very much doubt it.â
Merlin crosses his arms. âYou donât think I can do it?â
âYou havenât.â
âI havenât been trying. Iâve been dragging it out for your benefit, but now that I know youâre not having fun.â He lunges for Arthur, who easily holds him back with a hand to his chest.
âI didnât say Iâm not having fun.â
Merlinâs arms go slack. âAre you?â
âYes.â
A smile comes across Merlinâs face, crinkling his eyes, for just a second. âOkay, then. Kiss me.â
âWhat?â
âSo we can tie.â
âReally?â
âYeah. Make sure it lasts longer.â
Arthur stares.
Merlin bites his lip. âI wonât stop you.â
This is like a wild fantasy come true, but Arthur has to remind himself itâs just for a silly game that will soon be over and it doesnât mean anything more. He steps forward in the aisle of the busy department store and places a tentative hand on Merlinâs neck, Merlinâs eyes closing at the touch. âThis is okay?â
âYes. God, yes.â
Arthur leans in, pressing his lips gently to Merlinâs and it feels real this time, something deep inside him stirring strangely at the touch, but he canât bring himself to do it for more than a couple seconds, even though Merlin is kissing him back, and the way Merlinâs eyes stay closed when Arthur pulls away seems to be telling him something, but he canât entertain the idea because he isnât entirely certain what it is.
He realizes Merlinâs hands were on his waist when he feels them leave. He sighs. âNow weâre even.â
Merlin blinks his eyes open, and thereâs something fresh in his face that makes him look even more beautiful to Arthur.
âCome on. Letâs find something for Morgana.â
#merlin#merthur#bbc merlin#arthur pendragon#merlin fanfic#my fanfic#merlin emrys#merry kissmas#my god these two#kissing in public before even admitting they like each other smh
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I think I've finally realized the disconnect between the way I view Tony Stark and the way other people read him (especially in relation to Solo Lodge). I have always, first and foremost, viewed him as a tragic hero.
There are two parts to this. First and foremost: A lot of people don't like or understand tragedy. "But if they just did this differently, everything would have turned out fine!" Okay, sure, but that's not the point. The point was always that unhappy ending. The point was the catharsis of emotional release of negative emotions. To feel pity, and anger, and despair, in a way that is safe, because it isn't happening to you. The point was to confront and understand suffering through the eyes of the character.
At any point, Romeo and Juliet could have made different choices that led to them running away and getting married. But that would not have been the same story. At any point, Oedipus could have made different choices that would have led to his father living and having never married his mother. But that would not have been the same story. At any point, Jay Gatsby could have made different choices to give up on Daisy and and stop chasing after the approval of Old Money. But that would not have been the same story.
At any point, Tony could choose to trust his friends. He could choose to believe he was loved. He could choose to assume people were treating him with kindness instead of with some sort of ulterior motive. He could choose not to keep his emotions and thoughts bottled up. He could choose not to drink.
But he doesn't. And that's the point. He makes the choices he makes and suffers the consequences. And I like that about him.
The second part is not necessarily universal but is my personal belief about Tragic Heroes: I believe every Tragic Hero is a bit of a dick. You can talk to me until you're blue in the face about the themes and analysis and the different critical approaches to Hamlet and why he was written the way he was, but I'm always going to think he's a bit of a of a dick. Willy Loman's desire to hold his family together and hope they prosper can be explained by the American Dream, but I'm always going to think he's a bit of a dick. Michael Corleone dying alone as a consequence of all his choices after his father begged him not to join the family business is poetic, but I'm always going to think he's a bit of a dick.
Tony Stark smart, generous, kind, witty, and wealthy, but he's also a bit of a dick.
And that's what I like about him.
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I CARE SO MUCH ABOUT YOUR CAP 3 PLEASE MORE IF YOU WOULDNT MIND???
JUMPING UP AND DOWN IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED I WILL SO HAPPILY YAP ABOUT HIM
THIS IS AGENT THREE! Most of the people in the NSS call him âThreeâ or âCaptain,â but his real name is Reese.
(SIDE NOTE- I really have to do proper character sheets for them. Please stay tuned for that!!)
He was 15 when he was hired by Cuttlefish and 17 during the events of octo expansion. Now he is a mature 20 year old inkling. So so mature.
He mains the E-liter and typically uses chargers or shooters.
Despite his âcool guyâ persona, agent 8 brings out a different side of him⊠the loser baby sideâŠ!!! In Splatoon 2 When the two of them fell underground, Reese was actually the one to find 8, and he had to rescue her from sanitization chambers (you know, the octoling selection screen at the beginning of octo expansion?) but couldnât save her in time to restore her memory. But she was (relatively) okay! And since then heâs been really protective of her. 8 was registered as a test subject and Reese had to stay behind and watch as she went through rigorous testing.
At that point Reese was really descending into a dark place after realizing that he wasnât really the big hero he thought that he was. But 8 helped him through it and they formed a really close bond deep in the underground. (Cuttlefish was also there third wheeling. LOL) Reese started to feel flustered and shy around her. Heâd never felt that way before, and definitely didnât expect it. And it CONFUSED HIM!! He was like wtf? Why is this happening to meeee waahwaahhhhh ueueueuee
And then yâknowâŠâŠthe rest is history! The blender incident happened and it was the scariest moment of his life. Reese was about to lose the only two people he had ever cared about. He has a tendency to throw himself recklessly into dangerous situations, so he just THREW himself at the blender and well. It worked! In my version, he never got knocked out, and he travelled upwards with 8 and cuttlefish until about the 4th phase. Then he and cuttlefish got separated from 8 and attacked by Tartar - thatâs how he was brainwashed.
The battle between agent 3 and agent 8 was BRUTAL. Reese harbors extreme amounts of guilt for what went down - he blames himself a lot and thinks he should have been stronger. 8 got really hurt but she managed to save him and THEN save the whole world. #girlboss! Period.
The two of them are working through the events of octo expansion together! If you want me to yap about 8 too I will gladly do that. (Also maybe I should write a fanfic about it. I am cringe but I am free.)
Cut to 3 years into the future - During splatoon 3, Reese becomes captain of the NSS. He doesnât think he deserves the title but is honored to accept it.
The new agent 3 that they recruited reminds Reese a lot of himself. Her name is Margot. Sheâs the quiet kid that he used to be. He sort of takes her under his wing and teaches her how to defend herself and her comrades. She is like a younger sister to him. They bicker and bond just like siblings. I LOVE THEM.
I actually havenât really thought through what happens during the events of splatoon 3. Iâm running with the idea that agent 4 and agent 8 go missing during the events of side order. (I know itâs all virtual but like I might add other things to it IDK IDK) I donât really know yet. But Reese is a good captain and he can find them âșïžâșïž
BUT YEA. AFTER ALL THT IS SAID AND DONE - theyâre the NSS! And they are all besties.
Thank u for coming to my ted talk.
#agent 8#fanart#octoling#side order#splatoon#splatoon 3#splatoon fanart#agent 3#neo agent 3#agent 4#new squidbeak splatoon#so I guess the only thing I really have plotted out is octo expansion. ermmm#agent 24#agent 3 x agent 8#Lilyâs yap sessions#ask#octo expansion#splatoon 2#procreate#digital art
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qsmp makes me feel like a conspiracy theorist almost constantly. I see someone go "yeah bad almost exclusively chooses tophats in games when given the option" and I immediately run back to my conspiracy board and pin that next to the photo of q!slime and q!mariana saying they'll adopt juanaflippa because she has glasses like q!slime/q!mariana respectively under a sticky note captioned "??? the original spanish-english egg pairs were designed in a way meant to attract certain parents to adopting them???", that's connected by red string to a note pad page stating "how random was the parent pairing REALLY?" with nothing under it - which is then connected to a string that leads to several polaroids containing the ending(s) of the wall and the wreckage of the button, captioned "why build a wall that big only to have it end at a certain point?" followed by a string connected to a notebook page in the middle of the board reading "the illusion of choice?" - connected to several other seemingly dead-end questions and theories, as well as some slight stragglers only connected to eachother and not the middle. and then I look over my board covered in feverish notes and I go. yeah okay so I may just have like a slight problem
#quesadilla island and the illusion of choice.#i am so normal#I spent. a little bit too long on this bit I think.#saying stuff#I have more thoughts but it's just the generic stuff.#why does the federation want the residents on the island so badly. how did wilbur even leave the island.#why did islanders from the island itself vs others who aren't arrive the same way. what the fuck is up with the codes.#why do the feds insist on having a good rapport with the islanders. why do they try to desensitize them to their presence via tasks.#why do they try so hard to look non-threatening to the point even grunt workers carry around bubble wands to blow on the regular.#a lot of this is easily âthe federation wants to build trustâ but that's also a why. what do they stand to gain from doing that.#hold on where's my nerd tag#i think.#oh my god really.#that's. okay yeah that checks out actually#qsmp#quackity smp#q!cellbit a man of the people (I am burning with questions about the federation all of the time oh my god.)#edit if you see spelling mistakes in this post do not correct me please I have a fragile ego#I did not notice until four hours had passed and now I'm committed to pretending I do not in fact care about it
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I'm starting Mission to Zyxx Season 5 now, and I have feelings about that.
First, it generally scares me when people hype anything up at all because there is no guarantee that anyone values the exact same thing I do to the same degree. Even if I trust the creators of a thing to value something and try to do right by it, that doesn't always necessarily mean it will be successful, especially if that involves doing something wildly different than what made it good in the first place (I have been burned this way before). I guess I'm just hoping they continue the format of goofy improv shenanigans for the majority of it with something more planned and emotional in the finale if they want, like they've been doing all along. I'd think they would, and I've heard nothing bad about the ending, but I guess it still makes me nervous because I'm so close to the end and I want it so badly to stick the landing. I'm setting my expectations on the floor so I can be surprised instead of disappointed, but honestly, I don't need it to be better, I just need it to be on par with the rest.
Second, and more briefly, I'm happy it's (hopefully) ending before it has a chance to decline. I am so on board with that philosophy. But on the other hand, finishing a thing that I really, really like and knowing there's not another one out there gives me a special kind of heartache. Like, I know there will be other good media, and stuff that's good and unique in other ways, but I know for a fact that there are no other podcasts out there that have the same mix of a balance of off-the-wall improv and structured narrative, quality comedy, fantastical sci-fi setting and loveable characters, and high quality production. There are other things out there with many of those qualities, but nothing that checks every one of those boxes. It's a lightning-in-a-bottle thing that very much feels like the right people had to be in the right place at the right time to do it. Attempts to do it again would feel hollow because it had to be born out of necessity and passion and the talents of the people involved, so if you switch out the people it loses the reasons it's great, and if the same people tried to do it again it'd feel tired. That makes me so, so grateful it exists, but also so, so sad that it doesn't, and I'm 80% of the way done. When it's over, it's over.
Anyway. Now that that's all out there, I'm just gonna finish listening and have fun. Wish me luck.
#pickle pontificates#mission to zyxx#if you freaking flip on episode 1 after reading this and are like. wow. they're talking a lot about butts and ejecting people into space.#what is pickle on about#well. sue me i guess. idk#I have a lot of feelings about this as a general topic so this is moreso just the most recent thing that's touched on it for me#okay so time for essay 2 in the tags#1. I don't really talk about TAZ on here but it's something I carry with me whenever I think about this kind of thing#I think that in the same vein as MTZ it started off very goofy and directionless and then gave me more emotions than I thought it would#and it's not perfect but balance was a cultural landmark in a lot of ways#i enjoyed amnesty but it didn't have the same spark. what drew me to balance was all the goofy improvisation#and the fact that it was never serious until it was#amnesty (although i loved the setting/concept and enjoyed the characters) crossed the line into taking things more seriously#and while that's not a bad thing in and of itself the thing i enjoy about the mcelroys is when they're goofing around#that's what they're good at and it's why i like them#subsequent arcs suffered the same thing to varying degrees#i slogged through most of graduation for some reason and although ethersea was better i didn't finish it#taz dracula was the first time i've felt that same kind of fun while listening since balance#and I really think it was because they were just getting silly with it. sure yeah elizabeth the sports druid. lady godwin turns into a hors#whatever!#their dad gets to follow through on his ideas and do whatever crazy but kinda logical thing he comes up with#but i guess the point is that to me taz feels very lightning in a bottle. balance is what it's capable of being but is not the default#all the other right ingredients had to be in the soup#2. noragami. ohh noragami.#you wormed your way deep into my heart and then flopped out of it like a messy slimy dead fish#and i can't even be upset about it because the creators sounded so tired and unhappy with the way it ended#but there was so much potential. so many themes that DID hit hard throughout the story and could've knocked a man out cold#had they come back at the end#and they could have right up until so very close!!! it wasn't unsalvageable#in fact it still isn't. you'd hardly have to revise anything. you'd just have to write a different ending
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me: oh yeah I've fell down some pretty horrible rabbit holes and basically had to deconstruct basically some weird fringe gore death cult shit I went through somehow as a 6 year old online <3
you guys: BITCH WTF DO YOU MEAN
me: anyway, it was "cannibalism and death as a commodity" is bad and that "life is one of value" and all that <3
you guys: THE ACTUAL NO NO WHAT?
me: yeah. I also engaged in some pretty bad self destructive behaviours bc autocannibalism but yeah, no bad stuff. still have really bad thoughts and feelings and I am 2 seconds away from biting a chunk of my skin off when the urges get bad but nah I'm way better now.
you guys: 0_o
me: long story short I have gotten rid of the worst shit, but the whole drooling about eating people thing never went away ! I see bloody injuries and want to eat it ! like a freak!!!!!
#-pop#tbh age 6-14 it was literally this#I literally had the sudden and terrifying realisation that cannibalism was infact bad at age 14 going on 15#(me age 11: man I can't wait to kill and eat people when I'm older yay!)#yeah no it was like âas soon as I get stronger I can do what I need to do! yay eating people!!!â#I want you to realise how utterly horrifying it was to realise that it was infact BAD to kill and eat people.#that all the way up until that point you thought it was a-okay and people killed and ate each other and that was a normal part of life.#and all the media and stuff were just making a be fuss over nothing! I thought. it was legal and fine to kill and eat people for years#I held that belief until I was 14. FOURTEENNNNN#+ blood was instantly more appealing to kid us bc we were starved and meat was a safe food#like ughghhghghg#us-the-voices rants#reasons I could not be vegan: 1 I would just literally tear into my own flesh#2 I am anaemic of some kind and probably have a blood disorder#why am I like this. ughghghghhgghghgh
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but daddy i love him | đŹđŁđČ
àšà§ pairing: sim (jake) jaeyun x fem!reader àšà§ word count: 10.2k àšà§ genre: fluff, angst, smut àšà§ tags: badboy!au, innocent!reader, opposites attract, sexual tension, corruption kink, dirty talk, fingering, oral (m + f receiving), 69, pet names (baby, angel, etc.), face sitting, protected sex. àšà§ synopsis: Just because there's a new and seemingly bad influence in your small town, it doesn't mean you have to fall privy to his charms, no matter how beautiful he is. But when he takes notice of you, none of the gossiping wine moms can stop him from getting what he wants. âž shoutout to @kwanisms and @mini-mews for helping this fic come to fruition, ily guys sm and this is genuinely one of my favorite pieces ive ever written aaa.
âHave you heard about the new family who moved into town? The son is a real piece of work!â
âHeâs twenty-one but acts like heâs still sixteen on that damn motorcycle. No class or consideration whatsoever!â
âMaybe theyâll keep him in check if they decide to come to church this weekend. You know Reverend Park has no time for miscreants and delinquents.â
The familiar crowd on your motherâs front porch greets you as youâre attempting to exit the house. They cool themselves off with their makeshift fans and drink your motherâs homemade lemonade in the Saturday sun, continuing to harp on the locals in town that theyâve known for years.
Somewhere in their conversation, they drifted to the topic of the new family that moved in across the street. Three days was all it took for them to begin spouting their judgemental observations, every act from the new middle-aged couple and their son fodder for their discussion.
You smile politely with every fiber of your being, despite your instincts to snap at them and be on your merry way. If only they knew how ironic they are, pointing fingers at others from their high horses when the town kept enough space for their dirty little secrets. âNice to see you this morning, ladies.â
They say your name with grace, their tones all air with little substance. âOn your way to bible study?â Mrs. Choi asks, gazing at you from the rim of her glass.
You shake your head. âJust tutoring.â
âWith the Nishimura boy? What a sweet kid.â When Rikiâs name leaves Mrs. Leeâs lips, all the women hum in agreement. âSuch a bright future ahead of him.â
âOf course, as long as he passes English,â you joke. The womenâs faces donât change, not taking your teasing with an ounce of anything but seriousness. The bags under their eyes, lipstick smudged in the tiny corners of their teeth, and piercing attitudes begin to damper your excitement for the day. You bid them goodbye quickly with another smile, walking down the stairs and onto the path down the street.
As you turn down the sidewalk, still hearing the resounding chatter from the women, your thoughts run wild. Is this what life would be like when you were older, doing nothing but kicking your feet up on a neighborâs porch with only other peopleâs business to fill your time? Spending endless days and nights at church, listening to the same sermons leave Reverend Parkâs lips until you become as overly critical as they all are?
The screech of tires halts your thoughts in their place. âWatch it!â A young manâs voice pierces the morning air, making you step back even further. You hadnât realized how far you had walked into the road until you were back on the safety of the sidewalk. You trip on a crack between the two slabs of concrete, falling backwards and meeting the ground hard.
âShit, are you okay?â He takes his helmet off, immediately hooking it to his handlebars to check on you.
Sim Jaeyun.
You had not met him formally until this moment, but the motorcycle and undeniable looks gave away his status as your new neighbor. Your parents had decided to let the new family settle in before trying to visit and introduce themselves. If they could see you now, your maxi skirt hitched up to your knees and the boy barely a foot away from you, they would have had a field day.
Sure, you both are of age. Butlike Mrs. Choi, Mrs. Lee, and other local townsfolk always do, people will talk about such a compromising position if you arenât careful.
All those thoughts fade away though when Jake kneels beside you, his face flooded with concern. His eyes linger on the broken skin on your legs and then across your flushed face. âDoes it hurt?â
You shake your head. âItâs barely a scratch. Sorry I almost ran into you.â
âMore like almost ran into my bike.â He laughs, his expression one of relief as well as humor. âIâm just glad youâre in one piece.â
âThank the lord.â You brush your hands on your skirt and begin to stand up, but Jake grabs you by the hand to help, taking all your weight with him.
âThank you,â you say, brushing the free hair from your braid out of your face.
âYouâre welcome.â He unclips his helmet from the bar and gestures back to his bike. âI can drive you to wherever youâre going if you want. I donât have a second helmet, butââ
You canât help the laugh that escapes your lips, the thought of riding on the back of a motorcycle too ridiculous to envision given your status as the deaconâs daughter. What would people say?
Jake just furrows his brows, his lips turning up at the corners. âIs my offer that funny?â
âNo,â you say, âI would love to, itâs justââ
âSim Jaeyun!â The shrill sound of Mrs. Choiâs voice makes you take another step away from Jake, unaware you were as close as you were to him. His presence seems to be magnetic, just like his smile. âStay away from her or so help me God!â
Jake turns to the old woman down the road and nods his head, trying to be respectful but clearly irritated from her meddling. âYes maâam,â he yells, stepping back and getting closer to his bike.
âMaybe another time,â Jake says, âwhen youâre not flocked by the whining wine moms.â
You laugh and nod. âMaybe.â
Jake rides away on his bike, the wispy ends of his hair your last picture of him before he makes a sharp turn at the end of your street.
âWhy do I need to learn this?â Riki groans, laying his head flat against his desk. The church bells ring as he knocks his head in the same rhythm against the polished wood.
âBecause you need to be able to interpret text if you want to go off to college, Nishi. Otherwise youâll be illiterate and an embarrassment to the entire town!â You put on your best harping, disapproving voice. It makes Riki laugh as he lifts his head. Youâre glad at least the younger kids appreciate your sense of humor, unlike the older brood flooding your hometown.
âAlright, fine.â He opens his copy of Heart of Darkness, beginning to read the page in front of him. âI avoided a vast artificial hole somebody had been digging on the slopeâŠâ
A knock on the classroom door makes you and Riki turn. Yeri opens it with a shy grin, saying your name with the same nature. âSomeoneâs here to see you!â
âWho?â
âSome cute guy on a motorcycle? But donât tell Jungwon I said that!â She runs back out the door and leaves you puzzled. Surely itâs not Jake. You just met him; he wouldnât make the effort to try and follow you to your tutoring session, especially at the church of all places.
You head to the window to see Jake sitting against his bike, looking around at his surroundings. Heâs wearing the same leather jacket and gray jeans, his white shirt marked with several spots of sweat. Riki comes up behind you, making a sound of acknowledgement. âOh, thatâs Jake!â
âJake?â You look closer. âI thought his name was Jaeyun.â
âYeah, but I call him Jake.â He laughs. âHeâs my cousin.â
You nod your head, taking in his words. Jakeâs sudden move made a lot more sense, seeing as Rikiâs mother was getting sicker every day. She must have needed some help from her family to not only manage her household, but make sure Riki stayed on track.
âHe probably wants to see you. Yeri mustâve gotten it all mixed up.â
Riki grabs his phone, scrolling through texts with his thumb. âActually, he did mention almost running over a cute girl on his way to work.â The young boy smirks. âIâm gonna assume thatâs you?â
You blush, the flush on your cheeks making you feel hot. âWhatever. Heâs probably just picking you up!â
âI brought my own bicycle, dude. And as cool as Jake is, his driving makes me nauseous.â Riki begins packing up his belongings on the desk as you wonder what Jake would want to say that hadnât already been said earlier. Surely he had no interest in talking to you beyond another apology for almost killing you earlier, not that you would have noticed.
As your thoughts continue on, you barely hear Rikiâs parting words. âHave fun making out with my cousin!â
You venture outside and are greeted to Jakeâs soft smile as he looks you over. âDidnât expect you to be teaching my cousin how to read.â
You laugh. âWhen would that have come up? Before or after I fell face-first on the sidewalk?â
âTechnically, you fell on your ass.â He looks over the cuts on your leg again. âStill doesnât hurt?â
âBarely remember it.â
âDamn. Didnât realize I was so forgettable,â he teases. You shuck your backpack over your shoulder, pretending his joke didnât land. But you canât help how your mouth curves into a grin. âWanna take me up on that ride now? I donât see any wine moms in sight.â
Being clear headed and not in the midst of a compromising position, you take a better look at Jake. He may look rugged from the neck down, muscles standing out through his jacket, but his face is incredibly youthful and vulnerable without a touch of hardness. Maybe the wine moms had gotten it wrong; maybe Jakeâs actually a stand-up guy bundled up in a lot of leather.
Before you can answer, your father seems to appear from thin air. He wraps his arm around your shoulder. âMr. Sim, pleasure to meet you officially.â
Your father holds out his hand for Jake, and Jake takes it with a steadfast grip. âNice to meet you too sir. My mother was telling me how much youâve been helping my aunt since she canât attend services anymore.â
âAkemi is a pillar of our church. Itâs only right to take care of one of our own as the deacon.â Your father squeezes you tighter to his side. âGlad to see you and my daughter have met. I hope sheâs made a good impression upon you.â
âYes sir. Very much so.â He smiles in your direction. The dimple in his cheek makes your heart flutter in your chest, the butterflies undeniable.
âWell, please tell your parents to come to ours soon for dinner. It would be a pleasure.â Your father begins the quick walk to his car, the silent request for you to follow him clear in his stern posture. You give Jake an apologetic smile before you leave, hoping your eyes hold the promise of taking him up on that ride someday.
When youâre both out of earshot and in the confines of your fatherâs car, he turns to you with a frown. âDo not get yourself involved with that boy. He doesnât strike me as very forthcoming.â
You stutter out an excuse. Surely the first day of knowing Jake wouldnât be the last. âF-Fatherââ
âListen to me, sweetie. I know what Iâm talking about.â He starts the car and begins the drive home, tightening his fists on the steering wheel. âI mean it. Do not see that boy again.â
The next morning, youâre sitting in one of the front pews with your mother, Yeri, and her mother. You see your fellow townsfolk in attendance in the other pews, Jungwon being one of them, Yeriâs longtime boyfriend. Mrs. Choi and Mrs. Lee look like they are partially focused on the attendees, but also on their own gossip.
All of you are dressed in your best outfits, your hair wrapped in a bun to maintain the peak of modesty. It doesnât seem particularly realistic for a higher power to be judging you for your hairdo, but you gave in to your motherâs ridiculous requests as always. âWe are important people in this community, darling,â your mother said as she stuck the umpteenth bobby pin in your hair. âIf they canât trust us, who can they trust?â
Riki sits behind you, his pew empty save for him. When you offer the empty spot next to you before the procession starts, he shakes his head. âJake and his folks will be here any second.â
Your gut tightens, the words of your father playing over in your head. You know you have to heed his orders at all times, but the excitement you feel at the prospect of seeing Jake is unavoidable.
A minute before your childhood friend Heeseung sits at the piano to play the beginning of How Great Is Our God, Jake and his family walk inside. Jakeâs impeccably dressed, clad in a red dress-shirt and suit pants. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing a handful of tattoos you didnât notice the day prior. He has his motherâs arm in one hand and a bible in the other, looking completely out of place but incredibly mesmerizing.
He winks at you when he sits down, making you turn your head back to your friend at the piano. You follow in your motherâs and Yeriâs lead, singing alongside them and forgetting the new buzz in your veins. You can feel his eyes on you throughout the songs and sermons, and you should say that you donât enjoy it, but you don't kid yourself. His attention makes your body tingle in all the right and wrong ways.
You excuse yourself in the intermission, walking outside until youâre a good ten paces away from the church. You take several pins out of your hair, grunting. The incessant tools had been scratching your scalp uncomfortably for the past three hours, and it feels like freedom taking them out one at a time.
It isnât that you donât believe in a higher power or the teachings your father and Reverend Park have supplied you with your entire life. The town is just too suffocating on days like these, setting you up to feel like you arenât good enough no matter how hard you try every day to perfect yourself.
The fashion show of your humble, presentable outfit, the whispered chatter from your community, the watchful eyes of holy men. They all make your skin crawl, that itch only intensifying with every day that passes. How could you stay in such a small room for years and feel misunderstood by everyone?Â
Jake saunters up to you, making you gasp in surprise. âJesus Christ!â
He smirks, hands stuffed in his pockets. âI thought you werenât supposed to say his name in vain.â
You shrug, smiling in relief to find itâs just him and nobody else. No-one to meddle, judge, or question your absence. âIâll just say a few words of penance. Iâm sure heâll forgive me.â
âI knew there was a reason I liked you.â Jake chuckles and steps closer to you, his eyes lingering on your dress. Itâs incredibly modest, the only skin showing high above your cleavage. but the look in his eyes still makes your nerves tremble.
 You wonder what thoughts are swimming in his head and if a majority of them are impure. Would it be so wrong to confess that you feel the same? That whatever heâs imagining mirrors your own fantasies ten times over?
âThe updo doesnât suit you,â he says finally.
You giggle and cross your arms. âIt doesnât, huh?â
He steps closer, so close you can feel his breath on your skin. It lingers across your neck and shoulder blades. You shudder, hoping he doesnât notice how his presence affects you. He reaches behind you and takes hold of the hair tie keeping your bun together. He expertly undoes it, your hair falling in waves around your shoulders.
Before he walks away, the church bells signaling the recommencement of the procession, he whispers in your ear, âMuch more breathtaking with your hair down, angel.â
The next time you see Jake, heâs across from you at your familyâs dinner table, all laughs with Jungwon and Yeri as your father passes out the rest of the side dishes. Riki is also there, discussing his motherâs treatment with your mother and Jakeâs parents.
You canât help the way your eyes attach to Jake across from you. Itâs almost a form of punishment that you were made to sit in such close proximity, the weight of his stare on you swallowing you whole.
The feeling of his hand in your hair, his mouth against your earâit was all so incredibly inappropriate. You shouldnât have thought about that day last week with such excruciating frequency, but you did. You thought about it when you heard the wine moms whispering about Jake on your porch, when Yeri and Jungwon talked about him as you studied, and when you were alone at night.Â
In your dreams, it was even more painful. In a perfect world, he would take his hand from your hair and keep it on your neck, holding you close. He would move his lips from the shell of your ear to the side of your neck, kissing and tasting what skin was available to him in that moment to make you come undone.
Yes, sitting across from him is torment. But the alternative is worse, not seeing him at all and having to conjure images of him alone in the quiet of your bedroom.
âDeacon, sir,â Jungwon pipes up from his spot next to Jake, addressing your father directly. âI was going to study with Jaeyun and Yeri at my house if you wouldnât mind your daughter tagging along.â
The muscle in your fatherâs jaw clenches. Heâs clearly unhappy with one of the attendees being Jake, but he hides it behind a smile. âItâs up to her. What do you think, sweetie?â
On one hand, you should absolutely say no. Jake may take you into a random spot of Jungwonâs house and make any resolve you still have disappear with the flick of his wrist. Even in the company of your friends, you know no place is safe when heâs around and close to you. And were you willing to crumble so easily?
At the same time, the distance is eating away at you. You canât take another charged glance in your direction, words unspoken but begging to be released. If you have to catch his bedroom eyes on your body one more time, you may just snap in front of everyone, and care little when you do.
âSure. Iâd love to, Wonie,â you say with a grin. âNishi, you want to come too?â
Riki shakes his head, enjoying the fruitcake your mom set out. âIâll stay. Someone has to help clean up.â Jakeâs mom squeezes one of his cheeks. Rikiâs face suddenly turns pink from his auntâs affection, making everyone laugh.
On your way out the door, your father catches you by the arm. He whispers, âNo later than midnight. Understood?â
On the cusp of 10 PM, you want to protest that time with your friends is already so limited, but you obey with a nod and walk out the door.Â
When you get in the backseat of Jungwonâs car, Jake too comfortable beside you, you feel your body flicker to life. âSo,â you say, âyour house then, Won?â
Yeri and Jungwon laugh, a conspiratory look in both of their eyes. âWeâre just gonna make a quick stop first.â
Kiss âEm Creek was the unofficial name of the lake that ran through your town, a spot for teenagers to spend a few hours alone with their friends or partners. It wasnât scientifically-correct, but it stuck nonetheless, many of the locals taking advantage of the not-so-secret hideaway. What went on there you only heard about through Yeri and the wine momsâ conversations, their voices littered with disappointment and condemnation.
Jungwon parks his car and turns his eyes to meet yours in the rearview mirror, that scheming smile still playing on his lips. âReady to take a dip?â
Your eyes widen. You shake your head at a rapid pace, making your friends and Jake chuckle. âNo way,â you say.
âCâmon babe, live a little!â Yeri winks and exits the car, Jungwon hot on her heels. The two of them begin to strip to their underwear, eager to jump in the water together. Jungwon picks her up in a bridal carry, Yeri laughing the entire way as he takes the first step into the awaiting lake.
As the two lovebirds continue heading towards the water, you and Jake sit in comfortable silence, your heartbeat slowly rising at the prospect of being alone in the car together. No distractions, no disappointed parents, no judgemental hags. Just the two of you under a cloud of stars and beautiful moonlight.
âI didnât know if you would come tonight,â Jake says, filling the silence with a quiet chuckle. âThought you were avoiding me at all costs, like Iâm some kind of plague.â
âNo!â You turn in your seat to face him. His expression is teasing but holds undercurrents of disappointment, clearly confused where your feelings lie. And he has every right to feel that way. One minute youâre wishing he would pull you closer, and the next you feel itâs better he keeps his distance. âI just donât know what your intentions are.â
His eyes darken and his lips curve into a beautiful but intimidating smile. âIs it not obvious?â
You squeeze your thighs together, a wave of heat spreading through your bones. âMaybe I just want you to say it out loud.â
He scoots closer to you, his chest a heartbeat away from yours. âWell, to start,â he says, âI would really like to kiss you.â
You smile. A breathless laugh leaves your lips, eager to know what it would feel like to touch his mouth to yours. âIâd like that too.â
Jake runs a hand through your hair and rests it on your cheek. His touch is as fragile as the tension between you. âThen what are you so afraid of?â
You shut your eyes, trying to come up with the right words and falling short. âItâs just everyoneââ
âFuck everyone else.â He forces you to look into his eyes, the words leaving his mouth being some of the truest ones youâve ever heard in your life. âYouâre not a bad person or a sinner for wanting what you want.â
âI know that.â
âYou may know it but you donât believe it.â Jakeâs lips ghost over yours, his breath tickling your cheeks. âStop thinking about what everyone else thinks of you. Think of yourself for once.â
Maybe Jakeâs right. All of your choices in life have been dictated by what your parents, friends, and total strangers have felt. If you listened to your own heart, you would have left all of them in the dust by now, chasing what you really wanted far away from this place.
At the same time, youâre glad to be in this car with Jake. Heâs so close to you, telling you to take the leap and choose yourself for the first time in a long time.
When you press your lips to his, the feeling of his mouth on yours soft and tentative, you know you canât wake up tomorrow the same person. This choice will ripple into all the choices you make from this moment on, but you donât seem to care.
All that matters is his mouth, taking more control and setting a fire deep in your belly. He presses his tongue to the juncture of your lips, diving inside without protest.
You moan into his mouth, feeling one hand firmly pressed on your neck as the other runs down your shirt to squeeze at your breast through your clothes.
âFuck, tell me to stop,â Jake says with a heady whisper, still kneading your breast with his palm. âTell me to stop if you donât want this.â
You shake your head, moving closer to him to the point youâre halfway on his lap, legs intertwined with his. âSo help me God, donât stop now.â
He snickers, pecking your lips again. âYou said his name in vain again.â
You roll your eyes as he chuckles into your neck. âThat wasnât the first thing on my mind.â You move your lips to his cheek. âOr the second.â They trail down to his neck, taking your fantasies and etching them into his skin. âOr third.â
âFuck,â Jake curses, holding you tight against him. âYouâre too good at this.â
You smirk. âContrary to popular belief, youâre not the first person Iâve ever kissed.â
He laughs, the rumble of it vibrating against your mouth. âI donât care as long as you keep kissing me.â
âWasnât planning on stopping.â By the time you reattach your mouth to his, youâre straddling his lap. His hands are nestled on the small of your back, wanting to inch down further but unsure where or what your boundaries are.
You take the initiative, suddenly bold, and put both of his palms on your backside. âIf you wanted to touch my ass, you couldâve just said so.â
Jake licks his lips, his accent coming out in a husky whisper. âI want to touch you in a lot of places. Your ass just happens to be easily accessible right now.â
âOh really?â You giggle. âCare to enlighten me?â
Jake sharply switches positions, your back against the expanse of the backseat as he towers over you. He rubs his hands across the outside of your thighs, eager but patient. âGladly.â
He kisses your neck, suckling and licking with perfect pressure, making you whimper. âJaeyun,â you say out loud, his name coming out like a question more than a statement.
âUse your words, angel. Tell me what you want.â His eyes pass over your face, your kissable lips and lust-blown irises. Youâre too entrenched in him now to walk away from this car the same girl, and you wouldnât want it any other way.
It may end badly, crash and burn completely like everyone expects it to, but thatâs the last thing you care about right now.
âI want you to touch me.â You take one of his hands on your thighs and place it over your underwear, its center damp.
âJesus,â he says in wonder, rubbing his fingers against the cotton.
âYou just saidâoh,â you stop short when you feel Jakeâs fingers against your clit. The sensation makes you buck your hips up into him, him discovering the bundle of nerves without trying hard. Heâs clearly happy at the wetness he finds. He rubs your folds in the same fashion, biting down on his bottom lip hard.
âYou feel so good already. So perfect,â he whispers, taking hold of your lips again with his own while he swirls his fingers in and around your essence. He switches between teasing your clit and rubbing along your pussy, his movements lewd yet graceful. Only when he puts a finger inside of you do you gasp and look at him directly, your eyes clearly giving away your fear.
âWhatâs wrong, angel? Did I do something?â Concern floods his face, but he doesnât take his hand away.
âIâve never gone this far,â you confess, looking to your side to hide your embarrassment.
âHey, look at me.â He turns your head to face him again, fingers laying under your chin softly. âWe can stop now if you want. I donât want you to feel pressured into doing anything you donât want to do.â
His response makes your heart clench. Most guys, youâd imagine, would be pissed off or pleading with you to continue on, to do what they wanted and enjoy the moment. That was how Jongseong was, pouting the entire time after you told him to pump the brakes on your makeout sessions.
Somehow, with Jake, it feels right to continue. You suddenly have no anxiety clouding your thoughts or expectations weighing on your heart. You kiss his lips tenderly and shake your head. âNo, I want this. I want you.â
A cheshire-cat grin spreads across his face before he goes in for another kiss. He runs his tongue along the inside of your mouth as his finger slides across your folds once again. He plunges it deep inside of your heat, your body adjusting to the new sensation with surprising ease.
You thrash lightly underneath him, matching the tempo of his finger with abandon. He slips another digit in, groaning at the feeling of your soft, gummy walls becoming accustomed to him. âYouâre taking my fingers so well, angel. âS fucking incredible.â
You gasp and feel the fire from earlier heightening in intensity, spreading from your belly into the other seams of your body. It makes your toes curl and your hand press against one of the doors of Jungwonâs car, needing something to clutch onto while feeling yourself losing whatâs left of your control.
âJaeyun, I think Iââ
âI know baby,â he says, pressing his lips to your forehead. âYouâre going to feel so good in a second, I promise. Donât be afraid.â
His thumb makes contact with your neglected clit, rubbing in rapid motions as he pumps his fingers faster in and out of you. You suddenly become overloaded with pleasure; its immensity is something youâve never felt before. You feel it coat the back of your mouth and take whatâs left of your rational senses, your body moving on its own accord as you ride out whatâs remaining of your orgasm.
You blush furiously when you come back down to earth, giggling like a schoolgirl as Jake kisses your sweat-drenched cheek. âThat wasâŠamazing.â
Jake chuckles, a smirk painting his features. âYouâre amazing.â
You tuck your face in your hands, embarrassed but still enraptured by what you just experienced. He pulls one hand away, taking it in his own, his expression suddenly shy. âSo, I guess this is the part where I ask you on a proper date.â
You laugh and sit up, placing your panties back around your hips and adjusting your skirt. âI would hope so!â
Jungwon and Yeri choose that moment to run back into the car, their hair drenched but their bodies properly dressed once again. Jungwoon looks at the two of you in the backseat and grimaces. âNot in my car, man!â
Despite the warnings from your parents and the wine moms, you and Jake had become inseparable within a monthâs time. It took many late-night impromptu meetings and secret rendezvous to keep your relationship private, but you had succeeded thus far. And it only made the moments you both shared that much more special.
Riki had kept your secret, keeping his eyes out for any prying townsfolk and covering for his cousin and you if need be. Yeri and Jungwon also cheered you on from the shadows, hoping one day you could be public like they were without criticism.
Sitting in the field near the lake, a picnic blanket set across the grass, you have your head in Jakeâs lap while he absentmindedly turns strands of your hair into miniature braids. Itâs a beautiful Wednesday afternoon, the two of you occupying the resounding forest with no outside influences.
âHave I told you lately how beautiful your hair is?â Jake asks, kissing your forehead before he takes another batch of strands in his hand. If he has to pick one of your best attributes, in his words, heâd say it was a tie between your lips and your hair, the two of them constantly making his heart race. You called him a liar, but as time revealed, he was nothing but honest with you every day, and not just about what turns him on.Â
Over time, you discovered his fears, his ticks, his aspirations past the small town you both found yourselves in. You admire his vulnerability, how open he is when sharing the thoughts that occupy his mind.
âAt least three times already,â you tease, running your hand across his leg.
âItâs not bad to hear it a fourth time, right?â He plants another kiss to the crown of your head. He drops the braid heâs just made across your face, making you laugh.
âIâd rather hear how work went today,â you say, getting up to press your back to his chest, snuggling into him.
He shrugs, wrapping his arms around you tighter. âNot much to talk about. Working with roofs all day isnât exactly exciting, angel.âÂ
You know Jake doesnât want to work at his dadâs construction company for the rest of his life. However, it provides stability, and that matters a lot to him. He knows what it did to his aunt when Rikiâs father walked out early on in his cousinâs life, and he wouldnât wish that lack of support on anyone.
âAt least youâre not running a tutoring center and a daycare in the same church,â you joke, your tone anything but humorous. The brood you dealt with every day was completely unlike Riki. They were kids that were carbon copies of their parents, children that would one day become exactly like their absentminded fathers and speculatory mothers. It put a taste in your mouth you couldnât stomach.
You fall into steady silence, the uptick in both of your nerves ebbing away the longer you hold each other. Sure, Jake hates roofing as much as you hate disciplining whining toddlers and helping apathetic tweens with mathematics, but it doesnât matter at this moment.
All that does is each other, enjoying the midweek sunset and the sounds of the birds flying overhead.
âWhat would you do if you were somewhere else?â Jake asks into the crook of your neck.
You grin, imagining a world of possibilities. The question never came up before, not from him or anyone else. It opens up a plethora of choices in your mind, but you narrow them down quickly, knowing what your heart truly desires.
âIâd like to teach,â you answer. âReally teach, maybe at a university. Something like poetry.â You turn to look at him, a newfound fire in your eyes. âYeah.â
Jake smiles back at you, moving stray strands of hair from your shoulder to rest his head there. âI think youâd be great at that.â
âWhat would you do?â
Jake ponders the question, going over it in the same way you were moments before. You see realization wash over his features, and it makes you smile. âI think Iâd write. Not literature or anything, but songs maybe? Teach music in the meantime. Still have to make money somehow, yâknow.â
You giggle and push him down on the picnic blanket, running your fingers through his hair. âSounds like a plan.â
He nods, sharing your happiness. âMaybe a kid and a dog can fit somewhere in that plan.â
Chuckling, you raise one eyebrow. âAs long as Iâm not having a baby out of wedlock, that sounds perfect to me.â
He turns you both over, covering your body with his and kissing you intensely. The passion runs from his body to yours, your heartbeats matching in their strong beats against your chests. âPerfect,â he whispers, his lips meeting yours once again.
It may be too soon to call it love, but you know youâre tiptoeing that line, and you wouldnât mind falling headfirst on the other side of it as long as Jakeâs there waiting for you.
âAre you sure they donât know Iâm here?â Jake asks, hesitant to walk up the stairs to your bedroom.
âItâs fine! Theyâre at a seminar all weekend with Reverend Park and his son, I promise.â You kiss his lips before running up to your room. Still on the fence, you hear his tentative footsteps trudging behind you.
Another few months rolled by, and your parents had softened to the idea of Jake being around more often. He showed up with his parents to church every Sunday, even if you both snuck off to make out in the backwoods when nobody was paying attention.
Heâd stick around for the deaconâs sessions with Akemi, brightening her spirits with his guitar and a couple of songs to replace the ones she missed during normal processions. It helped that she seemed to be getting better, slowly but surely, with treatment and daily prayer.
When you heard your father call Jake a ânice kid,â you knew they were turning a corner in their relationship that you wished for since the night Jake kissed you in Jungwonâs car.
Now, that doesnât mean they would be happy with finding him in your bed on a Friday night, but youâve broken enough rules at this point. Whatâs one more?
âYouâre trying to get me killed,â Jake jokes as you rip his shirt from his body, discarding the article of clothing on your bedroom floor. You sit on your bed and marvel at the muscles on his chest and stomach, all of it yours to caress and kiss at any time.
âDonât worry, babe. Iâll follow you to heaven,â you tease, pulling him closer to kiss his body. Each press of your lips to his skin makes him tremble, cursing quietly to himself at the feeling.
âWith the way youâre touching me, I doubt either of us will make it there.â
You giggle and link his mouth to yours. You moan when his tongue hits the roof of your mouth.
The intentions you had for tonight definitely involved numerous bouts of kissing, but the way Jakeâs making you feel will certainly end up with his face or fingers between your legs. And as good as that sounds, you donât want him derailing you from completing your mission.
There had been so many moments of him giving you pleasure up to this point, you wondered how he had stayed so composed and content after without expecting anything in return.
So, tonight, you decided to give him a bit of satisfaction, even if youâre walking into such activities without any kind of road map. Yeri gave you a handful of tips, but doing it for real is another beast entirely.
âJaeyun, wait,â you say, taking his face in between your hands.
He looks up at you with eager eyes, wondering why you pulled him away from your neck. âWhat is it?â
âI want to take care of you this time.â You say, hoping your expression gives off the confidence youâre trying to portray. âIâve never done it before, butâïżœïżœ
âAnd you donât have to, angel,â Jake says with a dopey, relaxed smile. What on Earth and heaven did you do to find a guy like him?
âPlease,â you beg, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. âI want to try.â
Jakeâs conflicting feelings are evident in his eyes. Surely any man wants his girlfriend to go down on him with the same eagerness that you're giving him right now, but he doesnât want you to feel obligated.Â
In his mind, pleasure isnât about some sort of trade-off. He makes you feel good because he wants to, not because itâs some duty he has to fulfill and expects to be paid back for later.
But, you asked so nicely and your eyes shine up at him so beautifully. He feels his resolve crumble enough to concede and do what you want.
You begin to unbutton his pants, your fingers twitching not from fear but excitement. When you pull down his jeans fully and see the outline of his bulge in his briefs, your mouth falls open slightly at the size.
Could it fit in your mouth if it was that big?
Jake chuckles and takes your hand to press to the gaping material covering him. âIt wonât bite.â
You look up at him and begin to stutter, unsure how to continue once you take off his underwear. âD-Do you want me to use my hands first?â
âWhatever feels right to you, angel. I trust you.â He rubs his thumb across your cheek, and it calms all the nerves that came to the surface.
Itâs in those three words that you find the courage to pull the remaining article of clothing off of him, taking in the sight of his cock in all its glory.
You gulp hard, trailing your eyes from the tip to where it adjoins to the rest of him. Youâve never seen one up close before, and you feel like youâre invading his privacy as you stare at it for another long minute. But who can blame you?
âItâs all for you, baby,â Jake whispers. âDo whatever you want.â
You feel a sharp pang of heat at the center of your thighs, his words spurring you on. You spit into your hand, as Yeri instructed, and wrap your hand firmly around Jakeâs cock. With an easy but deliberate pace, you look at Jake directly to see if youâre starting off on the right foot.
And boy were you.
Jake hisses at the feeling of your hand encasing him, loving the tightness of your fingers as they continue sliding up and down his dick. He had envisioned this many times in the solitude of his bedroom, images of you and your beautiful body writhing underneath him enough to get him off. But those nights were nothing compared to this.
âAre you ready for my mouth now?â You ask timidly. Jake wants to laugh at how innocent you sound, the words coming so naturally off of your tongue.
âYes, angel, please,â he answers, wanting to caress you by the hair and guide you down to his awaiting, leaking cock.
You move closer until you're an inch away from his tip. Flattening your tongue to take it into your mouth, you keep watching Jakeâs face for the right signals.
His mouth opens, a satisfied whine leaving his lips. You feel a wave of pride at the fact heâs enjoying it so much, egging you on further.
âYour mouth feels so perfect wrapped around me,â he confesses. He soaks in the sensation of your lips and teeth softly running over the veins of his cock, your head bobbing across his length skillfully. How can an innocent and dutiful daughter like you give such mind-blowing head?
He canât ruminate on the answer long, releasing a guttural moan as he feels his tip hit the back of your throat, the gag that rumbles from you making his cock even more sensitive.
âAngel, Iâm gonna come soon,â Jake warns. âIf you donât want me to come in your mouth, let me know now.â
You look up through your lashes at him as you continue sucking on him with fierce passion, swirling your tongue across his tip.Â
His hand is wrapped firmly in your hair now, fucking your face as softly as he can without forcing anymore of himself down your throat. When you take a hand to cup his balls, softly kneading them between your fingers, heâs done for.
He whines pathetically as his seed shoots inside your mouth. The taste isnât particularly pleasing, but you milk it for what itâs worth to watch him fall apart so perfectly under your attention.
The orgasm rocks through him with an unshakeable amount of pleasure, his body completely helpless as he continues to spurt into your mouth. He can only hiss and whine as you continue to touch him, letting him come down fully and taking all of him without complaint.
Jake breathes in deeply when he gains clarity again, taking you in his arms and shoving his tongue deep in your mouth. âThat was probably the best blowjob Iâve ever gotten,â he states, running his fingers over your face with adoration.
You scoff and roll your eyes, his words making you shy. âI doubt it, seeing as that was my first one.â
âIt was!â Jake puts a hand on his heart. âSwear to the savior himself.â Before you can rebut, Jake takes your legs in his hands and moves you to the edge of the bed.
You wake up to the hard knocks at your bedroom door, the morning sun peeking out of your window to prove the previous night has long gone.
âHoney? What did we say about locked doors in this house?â
Your fatherâs booming voice makes you jump up from bed, smacking Jake hard on the shoulder and chest to wake him up.
âWe had an odd feeling at the hotel, so we came home early,â your mother says as you shake Jake from his sleep.
âOw, what the fuck,â Jake grunts, his voice not quiet enough to go unnoticed. You curse yourself and the reality in front of whatâs about to happen, knowing full well your parents heard him on the other side of the door.
âSweetie, whoâs in there with you?â Your motherâs shrill but concerned tone makes you cringe. Jakeâs eyes bulge in response, quickly leaping from the mattress to pull on his clothes in haste.
Just when you throw your dress from last night over your head and Jake buttons up his pants, your father slams open the door with his shoulder. Your parents gasp and yell at the sight before them, the man they began to grow comfortable with in a compromising position with their only daughter and precious child.
âWhat in Godâs name is he doing here?â Your father asks no-one in particular, stomping towards Jakeâs shirtless figure and yanking him by the neck.
âDaddy, stop!â You plead, scratching and clawing at his frame to pull him off of your lover.
Your mother begins blubbering, teary-eyed before you. âOh honey, what did he do to you?â
âNothing,â you scream. âPlease leave him alone and let us be.â
âI told you to stay away from him.â Your father stares you down, eyes blazing with fury. âNot only did you betray me, but you betrayed the sanctity of your purity. Itâs a disgrace.â
Jake coughs, your fatherâs hands tightening around his neck. âThe only disgrace is the two of you holding her back, like sheâs some weak bird in a cage,â he croaks. âShe can make her own decisions.â
âYou stay silent, you insolent pest,â your father growls, yanking Jake out of your room and down the stairs. By the time you and your mother make it out to the bottom step, your father has thrown Jake out and onto the porch.
âStay away from my daughter, or youâll have another reason to pray you donât end up burning in hell.â
âStop it!â You step in between your father and Jake, the latter putting on whatâs left of his clothes. People begin to hover too close to your family home, suddenly entrenched in the scene playing out before them.
Jake kisses your forehead and walks away in the direction of his parked bike, unsure what else he can do unless he wants to truly end up six feet under.Â
 Your father grabs you by the upper arm and pulls you in the direction of your porch, but you resist with all your might. âYou canât make me go back in there.â
âI am your father and you will listen to me,â he grunts, holding on tight.
âDaddy, I love him!â You scream as you yank your arm away from your father, your inner strength giving way. âIf you canât accept that, I guess Iâll just have to burn hell with him. Better than wasting another second here.â
You run toward Jakeâs bike and sit behind him, cinching your arms around his waist. He smiles to himself, feeling the press of your chest to his back as he puts his helmet over his head. âAre you sure about this, angel?â
You nod furiously, not bothering to look back at your red-faced family. âMore than Iâve ever been.â
All you focus on is his motorcycle rumbling to life before you speed away. Your hair blows in the wind as you both escape the horrified stares of the local vipers.
You end up at a motel on the other side of town, far away from the scandal thatâs surely rocking your small community by now. The deaconâs daughter running away with the bad boy next door? What a tragedy!
You run inside to miss the upcoming rain, both of you shivering from the barrage of pellets that did land on your skin. You settle onto the mattress as Jake drops the small amount of belongings he had in his possession on the dresser.
He turns to you with quiet concern, arms splayed out on the furniture as he looks at you, searching your face for any lingering doubt. âNo regrets?â
You shake your head, exhausted but glad to be out of that house. âNone at all.â
He breathes out a sigh of relief and sits down beside you on the bed, rubbing your thigh with his fingers. âIâm sorry.â
Your brows knit together, confusion pouring over you. You take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. âYou have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should be apologizing to you.â
 You feel tears build at your eye ducts, your voice suddenly growing thick when you recall the scene from an hour ago. âIâm sorry my father was so horrible to you.â
âHush, itâs okay,â he puts his other hand on your face. He kisses your lips tenderly and gracefully. How did nobody else but you see he possessed the most kind nature of anyone youâve ever known?
Jake moves his head, his lips curving into the smile that always takes your common sense away. âI love you too, by the way.â
Your confession from earlier hits you like a heavy rock, your eyes going wide and your face turning pale. âThat wasnât the way I wanted to say it.â
âThen say it now,â Jake urges, your face resting gently between his fingers.
Thereâs no fear or pressure when the three words leave your lips, only the feeling of a weight lifting off of your chest. âI love you, Sim Jaeyun. I love you with my whole heart.â
His face lights up, the words seeming to set aglow something deep within him. The only right reaction seems to be in the form of his lips attaching to yours in a passionate kiss, your shared love creating a beautiful path forward for the both of you.
He whispers his next words so lightly, you almost assume the statement is a figment of your imagination. âMarry me.â
You feel your face contort into a mixture of disbelief and elation, needing to hear him say it again for it to truly resonate. âWhat?â
âMarry me,â he repeats, his smile stretching across his face. âMarry me now, or in three months from now, or whenever you want. Just say you will.â
You exhale a breath of astonishment, unsure if he knows how much you want to say yes, to make this as real as it sounds on his lips. He leaves your side with a kiss to your temple to grab something from his jacket.Â
He comes back in record time, standing in front of you and twiddling the black box in both of his hands with anxious fingers. âI brought it with me to your house last night, I just didnât know how to ask then. But I do now.â
Like in all the stories youâve read and movies youâve seen in your lifetime, he sinks down onto one knee before you. You place a hand over your mouth as he opens the box, a ring with an opal-shaped diamond cushioned in the center.
âWould you please do me the honor of being my wife?â Those words on his lips, visibly shaken from his own question, make a thousand butterflies flutter inside your chest.
Months ago, if you knew then you would end up here, from the edge of the sidewalk to now, you would not change a single moment. The world had been so gray before, you didnât know what it was like to step in the sun until he came into your life. What other answer is there?
âYes, yes, yes,â you respond, tears flooding your eyes as he shakily places the ring on your finger. It fits just right, the stone at the center sparkling in the darkness of the motel room.
You kiss Jakeâs lips with all the force your body possesses, certain thereâs no better future than right beside him.
The feeling of the gold band around your finger makes Jake shudder as it touches his cock. Your body is nestled perfectly on top of his as you take what you canât put in your mouth between your fingers.
He laps up your essence with his tongue, ecstatic to have his face covered in your juices and smothered if need be by your wet cunt. If people think wedding nights are magical, engagement nights have to be a step up.
âFuck, Jaeyun, yes,â you roll your hips into his awaiting mouth, his tongue available for you to lay your slit onto. The expletive leaves your mouth like honey, the feeling fitting for such a dirty word.
He knows exactly how to make you fall apart and be put back together, and the thought of doing this for the rest of your life makes you want to cry again from the pure happiness inside your core.
Jake takes his lips off of your pussy and sits up. Before you can ask what heâs doing, he takes you into his lap on the bed and kisses you fiercely. You taste yourself on his tongue as he skillfully takes your breath away with his lips. When you part, he says, âAngel, I know we said weâd wait, but I donât know how much longer I can handle not being inside of you.â
You whimper at his words and suddenly rock your center into the tip of his cock, making him groan in the process. âI meanâweâre just starting early, right?âÂ
Jake releases a joyous laugh and kisses you hungrily, his face in a constant state of ecstasy since you said âyesâ hours ago. âRight.â
 The anticipation makes you even wetter, crawling to the head of the bed as Jake grabs a condom from the bedside table. If there was one thing he had promised, he swore he wouldnât get you pregnant. Not yet, anyway.
He rolls the rubber over his cock before joining you on the bed, lining up perfectly with your center. He rubs his tip against your folds, biting his lip at how easily it gets coated in your essence. âReady?â
You nod eagerly, a smirk filling the entire bottom half of your face.
He pushes the tip in, the pressure a foreign feeling you had never experienced before. It took time and practice to get used to the size of his fingers, but this is another level of fullness that takes your breath away.
Once Jakeâs partially inside and gives you a moment to adjust, he asks, âCan I move?â
You nod your head, holding onto his shoulders for support as he begins to thrust inside of you. He loves to see his cock disappearing between your legs, your body eagerly taking him in and stretching itself out to accommodate him. He loves the way you whimper at the movement of his hips and the pleasure youâre receiving.
Better yet, he loves you. He loves all of you, from the nonsensical words you speak in your sleep to the wrinkle between your eyebrows when you get mad. Youâre all his, and heâs grateful to be the only one you call yours.
âWe may never leave this motel,â Jake says, his words breathy as he continues moving his hips. âI could stay inside of you for the rest of my life, angel.â
âI love you so much,â you say, inching your hand between your bodies to roll your clit between your fingers.
âI love you,â Jake says. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you like he wants to pour all of his emotions from his being into your soul, just so you know how deep his love for you goes.
Itâs all so overwhelmingly beautiful, you feel the swell of your release cresting over you like a tidal wave. âBaby, Iâm gonna come,â you whisper, your mouth open wide from the moans and cries you cannot suppress.
Jake groans and slams his hips into you harder, filling you to the hilt repeatedly. âCome, angel. Come for me.â
You cry out as the orgasm takes hold of your body, your fingers working on their own accord on your clit as you fall off the edge.
Jake stills not a second later, releasing into the condom and taking the last remnants of his energy to thrust inside of you a few more times.
He pulls out and throws the rubber in a nearby trash can. His sweaty body clings to yours, hands rubbing up and down your arm tenderly as he kisses the curve of your shoulder.
You see the flash of your ring in the glow of the motelâs neon sign, and you think about how the night could not have gone any better.
Jake may be a bit reckless and not what you initially imagined for your future, but now that you have him, you wouldnât give him up for anything. All the parts of you that stayed buried for so long have resurfaced because of him, and you could not be more grateful.
With your left hand a touch heavier than it was some hours ago, you fall asleep to the sound of the rain hitting the window and Jakeâs rising and falling chest.
You walk out of your motherâs house, happy to have made a visit with her before she ran off to do her morning errands.
What youâre not pleased to encounter is the same crowd of women huddled with their homemade fans and cups of lemonade. They werenât there when you arrived a few hours ago. Of course they show up when you have no chance of escaping them, like the vultures they are.
âMrs. Sim,â Mrs. Choi says, her tone entirely made of stone with little warmth. âPleasure to see you.â
Your new surname gives you indescribable amounts of happiness. It took your parents some time to get used to, but eventually, they realized you put your heart in the right place. Your father took his sweet time getting there, begrudgingly admitting a short time ago Jake is a very acceptable son-in-law, the turnaround of his perception of your husband complete.
You give the crotchety ringleader a fake smile and attempt to walk away, but Mrs. Lee interjects. âHowâs your mister doing working at the church now?â
âGreat,â you say, genuinely happy to talk about a topic you care for. âJaeyun loves the kids. Little Yuna might actually be a guitar prodigy from what heâs told me.â
They all coo, practically synchronized in their sips of lemonade and fan flurries.
âSoon enough youâll have one of your own, Iâm sure,â Mrs. Choi remarks with sarcasm, her red-lipstick-stained front teeth on full display.
âNot too soon now,â Jake suddenly says, walking up the pathway to your motherâs house and taking you in by the waist. âMy wife has to finish her Masters first. How else is she gonna start teaching at the community college?â
My wife. No matter how long itâs been since you officially got married in your church, that day a year ago forever ingrained in your memory, it still warms you to the bones hearing those words leave Jakeâs lips.
The women all express signs of agreement, some nodding while others hum.
âWe better get back home now, but you ladies have a nice day!â Jake bids them goodbye and walks you both down the stairs with his hand on the small of your back. Even if he were to be more than the perfect gentleman in front of them, they would still linger around with pesky eyes and constantly moving lips.
âTheyâre still betting weâre gonna crash and burn, arenât they?â Jake whispers, teasing you with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
You shake your head. You fall more in love with him every day that passes, no matter what the people around you do or donât see. They may have their opinions, but it wonât shake the foundation youâve built. âWell, theyâre sure to be disappointed if I have anything to say about it.â
Jakeâs eyes widen, his expression humorous yet surprised. âEasy, angel. Donât want to have to tear my wife off of a nosy wine mom.â
Your heart aches at his words, him fully aware of what two of them in particular do to you. âI love you.â
Jake grins, inching his face closer to yours. âIâd love nothing more than to kiss you right now, but what would everyone say?â He asks with a mock face of horror.
You shrug without much care, grinning. âSomeone once told me âfuck everyone else.â And right now I couldnât agree more.â
Jake laughs before he places a gentle kiss to your lips, the sun radiating off of him in waves as he pulls you closer.
No matter what anyone in your small town has to say, your choices are yours; youâre perfectly happy with how your life has turned out whether they think so too or not. And you will always choose Sim Jaeyun, now and forever.
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KNUCKLE VELVET, TORN ON MY TEETH
â VI!ONE SHOT â
pairing. pitfighter!vi x bartender!reader
warnings. eighteen+, nsfw content: arcane season two spoilers, soft angst, smut, bartender!reader, crashout!vi mends her cold heart, inexperienced!vi, switch!reader + vi, fem coded reader, coded alcohol addiction, slight spit kink, strap use.
KNUCKLE VELVET TORN ON MY TEETH, there's something charming about the pitfighter who doesn't stop drinking until she reaches the bottom of the barrel and the bartender who keeps walking her home.
wc. 7k+
rayray yaps. popping my vi!oneshot cherry, hehe, and i'm happy to do so. the vi brainrot has been real as fuck lately. i fear it's not going away anytime soon. but i wanted to give a special shoutout to @hypnagogics for proofreading this fic, means sm to me ily + my sweet bubba, @absfawn for the title name, i could kiss you until my lips fall off. the best people ever, i love them so much. okay, now i have yapped enough! happy reading, hope you enjoy.
Trapped in the abyss, just when everything had been taken from her life seems to sacrifice another offering on a silver platter. Something else that she thought could be hers, but wasnât. In the end, all of it was the same. Life is the same. She takes three steps forward, circumstances out of her control take her apart like enforcers imposing their will on Zaun, and sheâs forced to move five steps back. Itâs all she feels, powerless.Â
Wanting nothing more than to drown her sorrows, forget all that she's lost. For everything thatâs been taken, Vi feels an overpowering loss, threatening to take over everything sheâs trying to build. But Vi thinks of none of it now, she canât afford to think of one more thing. So, she doesnât. All of her mind forgets. She forces herself to.Â
Zaun, Piltover, Jinx, Vander, Silco, and Cait.Â
She drowns in blood, sweat, and liquor for nights to come. She forgets everything and you are just the cherry top on this one shitty sundae. Anytime sheâs here, Vi manages to get herself into a fight. Each time. Every time she tries to apologize or hold an ounce of guilt in her eyes, you see right through her crystal blues. From the very first night, you called her bullshit. Even if Vi didnât give in, it was hard to hide her small smirk.Â
She lets herself think itâs because youâre a bartender. You practically get paid to read people, listen to them vent about shit you probably donât give two shits about and break up the fights that erupt every thirty minutes. Overinflated egos and drunken assholes werenât a great mix. The jury was still out if you though Vi was one. She could have both, she didnât really talk much. Vi fought, drank until she couldnât see straight, and you helped her up to her small apartment right across the street and up the steps into her said apartment.Â
No matter how hard she tries, it always ends the same. Vi looking like an imbecile and you, the pretty bartender who shuts down every advance she throws your way. Vi wonders who had a stronger shell, what youâre hiding in order to protect yourself.Â
Maybe she is just an asshole.Â
âYou donât have to walk me up here. I-I can make it just fine on my own.âÂ
As soon as your fingertips let go of her fragile frame, Viâs inebriated body collapses on the concrete steps, grabbing onto the metal framing as if her life depends on it.Â
âReally? Now you wanna prove a point?âÂ
âFor your information, Iâm always in it to prove a point.âÂ
Even if your words are harsh, with a soft smile and a hand open, Vi takes it as you let her lean on your weight as you assist her up the steps. Thereâs little shame to be had once the two of you make it in. It isnât like the first time and when she noticed the scrunch of your nose in taking the smell, tequila and grease. Vi thought it was cute but she halts any further thought.Â
Quickly, Vi disposed of her leather jacket and pants sheâs left in boxers and the wrap protecting her chest. The part of her life that seems to be kept together. She doesnât really mind it though, you. Seeing her like this. Even more so, she enjoys it. Youâre always so dismissive at the bar, hardly holding eye contact, turning down any flirting she hurls your way. Just like the vomit Vi had nearly thrown up on your shoes but made a quick diversion for the bush to the right of her instead.Â
This is truly the only time she knows you want her. Not so subtly, your eyes trace her like each pinpoint of your gaze is painting her on a clean canvas, one Vi wonders if sheâll like or not. When sheâs been around you, sheâs been wondering about a lot of things â thoughts she quite literally canât afford.Â
Itâs her, nothing ever ends well when her feelings can get crushed on the other side.Â
Everything she touches burns to ash before she can even hold it for a moment, a second of symphony retaliates with years of misery. How could you be any different? She wishes you would burn her underneath your gaze, put her out of the misery she feels growing every day, but you donât. Youâre always pulling her out of trouble when you truly donât have to. Itâs not your job to take care of her or hell, even look after her.Â
But you do and she canât seem to figure out why.Â
âWhy are you doing this?âÂ
âJust shut the fuck up and let me help you. Not everyone has a motive. Some people just like to help when someone is so clearly struggling.âÂ
âIâm notââÂ
You give her a glare that seems to shut her up. You draw a bath for her. Itâs easy to find her towels in the only cabinet. Itâs an acute studio apartment. More so of a small room with a stove stop, minimal counter space, and one bathroom enough to bathe and brush her teeth in. There isnât much left of it but itâs hers. Grabbing the first aid kit, you kneel between her legs, the mattress sits on the floor, her legs spread and stretching out in front of you.Â
âLet me help you. Alright?â Vi grumbles, a incoherent complaint, but she lets you tend to her wounds.Â
Itâs mainly just cleaning off her dry blood as she still complains in the process, but thereâs a few cuts on her face and her cheeks are already beginning to bruise. Itâs not a secret, she bruises like a peach but she always makes sure her opponent is leaving a lot more with just a few cuts and a bruise the size of a plum.Â
Itâs then, when youâre concentrating on the cuts on her face, the busted lip sheâs sporting; she looks at you. Maybe itâs the first time she has, but without even realizing it, she gets lost. Not in the way Vi doesnât know who she is, that sheâs completely lost on, but Vi sees you.Â
Bright-eyed, optimistic, helpful, kind â all attributes she couldnât claim but wears like a badge of honor. As if helping others instills you with a sense of purpose, something thatâs always been a lost cause to her. Fight until the next fight, and the next, and the next. Thatâs what sheâs done, she's always been a fighter. Sheâs fallen back on it when needed. Itâs clear to her. Like a vision she could see, crystal clear through some stupid ball, itâs always been about survival.Â
But how much longer does she want to fight and how much more does she have in her?Â
âThanks.â Vi speaks softly.Â
Not knowing where to place her palms, she settles for her thigh. Silent as she watches, nearly analyzing every moment, every glance, every little thing youâre doing. Itâs sobering to say the least. You donât need to be delicate but you are. Itâs more kindness than she deserves, nearly leaving a bitter taste on her tongue but when you offer a small smile and a soft whisper, youâre welcome.Â
Itâs the sweetest thing Vi has ever seen.Â
Thereâs something different in the way you look at her. The soft omission exposes how sweet on Vi you may be. Definitely more than youâd let on, which was wellâŠnone. Up until tonight, she thought you hated her. With each word uttered in your direction, Vi assumed youâd rather swallow bile than stomach her slurred, flirty speech.Â
âWhy do you want to help? Itâs not like Iâve exactly beenââÂ
âKind?âÂ
âYeah, something like that.âÂ
This time Vi lets the smile reach her eyes and your smile gets even sweeter. She can practically feel the sweetness rotting her teeth as she speaks. Itâs the first time she feels something new, something as bright as the light radiating through your eyes.Â
âYou just seem different. Even if you do try to hide it.âÂ
With a flush of crimson coating the apple of her cheeks, sheâs never been quite as exposed as this. The next few weeks are spent with less drinking, but Vi frequents the bar just as much as she did before. She orders a few pints just to talk to you. Sheâs learning more about you, slowly but surely, youâre opening up more. Divulging information you wouldnât have before, trust is earned. Itâs something you told her the first night you met and to this day, Vi still remembers it.Â
Regardless of how drunk sheâd been when you said it.Â
Itâs a typical night. Vi flirted with you but you arenât being dismissive tonight but youâre careful enough to not let her know exactly how you feel. Everything you say is guarded enough you keep her on her toes, for a moment she thinks she might have to become a ballerina. Itâs a slow night, Wednesday. Go figure Vi thinks. There was a woman whoâd also been flirting with you all night. Vi thought she was beautiful, sweet, funnyâŠcertainly was making you laugh all night.Â
Part of Vi wanted to feel jealous but it feels too good hearing you laugh, she says nothing. Maybe you just donât like women. Vi was known for reading into things too much, thinking everyone thought with their heart first just like she did, and assuming every hot and attractive woman was into other women â just like she is.Â
But the brunette left before closing, leaving Vi and a few other regulars paying their tab as they stumbled home with a belly full of liquor of their choosing.Â
âAlright Vi, donât you have somewhere to be? Maybe getting some sleep for the night?âÂ
âI donât sleep much, itâs better if I donât.âÂ
âKeeps the nightmares away.âÂ
All Vi does is nod.Â
âStory of the century.â You take Viâs empty pint before washing it dispersing in the sink before cleaning up the remainder of the bar top. âEveryoneâs got one around here and the new one is usually even more depressing than the last.âÂ
âWhat about yours?âÂ
âIf you wanna hear that, Iâll have to be the one doing the drinking.â You smile but itâs the first one Vi recognizes as insincere.Â
âYeah, seems to be the stone cold requirement for a heart to heart.âÂ
Viâs silent as you vent to her about the customer who refused to pay up tonight until you threatened to kick his ass and that wasn't enough, you threatened Letty on him. Vi found herself only slightly entranced as you spoke with such color, your animated voice doing impressions of the stubborn patreon, moving your hands as you speak, eyebrows furrowed as you finished the story.Â
Youâre done cleaning and are ready to close by the time you finish, locking the door as Vi stuffs her hands in her pockets, âCan I ask you something?âÂ
You cling to your bag like a lifeline. Vi notices how tight your grip is on the strap, almost as if youâre afraid. Of what? She has a craving to find out. âWhyâd you turn her away? She seemed plenty interested. Not your type?âÂ
You take a step forward, just as close as the last time you were in her apartment, tending to wounds she wouldnât have really cared about but still she let you clean them.Â
You didnât have to know that. Not yet, anyway.Â
âNo, not really. I like my women a little rough around the edges, stumbling out of bars so wasted they canât even walk home by themselves.â You smirk, grabbing the lapel of her leather jacket as you tug her closer to you. âOr is that what you want me to say?âÂ
âIs it true?âÂ
You both know the hope in her eyes is dangerous.Â
Hope.Â
A foreign concept in Zaun. If you get too close to the flame, youâll get burned, dusting into ash as if you never existed. Itâs what shimmer did to people, wipe them off the map until they reformed into a shell of what they used to be. You didnât just get out of a place like this, not without some help. Vi could barely even help herself.Â
The both of you know itâs a bad idea. A terrible, god awful idea, but you still move in closer to her. Vi notices and she wipes the smirk off her face, your warm hands finding purchase on her exposed hips, drawing soft circles on her hip bones. She likes it, even when her heart feels torn from being blown to bits by a certain blue-eyed beauty.Â
Vi likes you.Â
âYour skin is softer than I thought it would be, smooth like pure silk. Not that Iâve ever touched it before but Iâve got to believe it would feel a lot like this.âÂ
Vi feels a tingle up her spin, your touch is overwhelming, more than she bargained for really. A stumbling, messy kiss is all she really expected if anything. Not this. Clearly, you knew what to do. Leaving Vi a little clueless in that department, sheâs knocked off her feet once again but this time in a way she wants to be. But actually bringing something this special to anything more than a few flirty quips? It never seems to be her strong suit.Â
So, she puts her best foot forward. Her big stupid mouth, one she can never quite fully silence. âI can guarantee my lips feel a lot softer.âÂ
âViââ You speak her name like a warning, an unspoken law youâre breaking by entertaining your feelings and the bubbling sentiments you hold for her close to your heart. You know better than to keep it so close, but the halo in her eyes blinds you to reason and you let it.Â
âItâs Violet but you can call me whatever you want, sweets.âÂ
You chuckle at the pet name.Â
âJust one night. Thatâs it. Just to get it out of our system.âÂ
âOne night, sweets. Itâs all I need.âÂ
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Itâs how you ended up here, the third night in a row since the first, trapped under the web of Vi and her eager mouth. Slender, perfectly sculpted fingers feel like a hex to your cunt, every moment causing you to fall further into her spell. To say she has a certain talent would be considered an understatement. Itâs clear Viâs enjoying herself, fuck, damn near suffocates herself in your weeping cunt. Last night wasnât nearly enough, she needs to have you, again. Not that you were complaining.Â
As much as you hate to admit it, there has been no one as generous as her. As good as her, as sweet, as kind, and she did whatever the hell you asked for. Nothing has beaten the first night, her thumping clit nudging against your as she hiked one of your legs over her toned shoulders.Â
Itâs not a secret how built she is, far from it, but itâs another thing entirely to watch her flexed bicep ripple with every grind of her hips. Each movement seems to be calculated with precision, focused on doing more than just making herself feel good. With pure determination, glazed over crystal blue eyes, and a pouty scarred lip, she makes sure youâre enjoying this as much as her. With each moan you let slip, her confidence only grows until sheâs commanded full control over you. She takes what she wants from you and in return youâre seeing stars behind your eyes, constellations created in the shape of her name as you come.Â
âThatâs it pretty girl, just for me, yeah?â Vi talks you through as she works you through your orgasm with her strong hips, not stopping even after youâve cum. She wants more and Vi pulls three more orgasms out of you before sheâs done for the night. You expected her to be good. There was no shocker there but you didnât expect her to be so sweet afterwards. Vi is a drunk, an addict, whether she wants to accept it or not. You could be just another object sheâs addicted to. Somehow, you convince yourself itâs just a one time thing. It doesnât mean anything, it wonât.Â
Truthfully it feels much more than just a one night stand, more than an itch being scratched â the blossoming ache in your soul feels tethered to your heart every time Vi makes you feel an ounce of love â even when she tries to hide it behind a wall. Whether youâre aware, the wall canât seem to stop crumbling. Brick by brick, itâs coming undone just as you have. Weak-willed and with purpose, you fall into her.Â
There isnât an inch of your body Vi didnât kiss. Her lips tattooing every inch of your skin with marked affection, almost as if sheâs mending your skin with the burn of her lips. When she claims your soft lips, haunting you with the salvation of perfection as her velvet tongue invades your mouth, the taste of you melting from her tongue to yours. The silent declaration you didnât ask for but craved, the carnal moan leaving her mouth as she chuckles when your hips pathetically grind into hers.Â
Vi enjoys your company, that much is clear, but this time you bring her to your place. Itâs more or less the same. Both of you coming down from the highest of highs, you feel sticky, dirty, and damn right heavenly. Vi disappears into your bathroom, grabbing a wash rag before dampening the material underneath a warm faucet. Carefully, she kneels by your hips, legs twitching softly as her skilled fingers find your slit before Viâs sucking the digit in your mouth.Â
âI just wanted one last taste before I clean you up.âÂ
As she has before, Vi makes good on her promise and cleans you up. She enjoys when the pad of her thumb grazes against your clit, terribly overstimulated, your stomach twitches. All Vi can do is chuckle.Â
âIâm just a littleââÂ
âSensitive?â Vi smirks as you hide your face in the palm of her hands, the pad of her thumb gently caressing your skin. Â
Itâs the lightest sheâs felt in weeks. Almost as if sheâs floating on a cloud, she wants to stay up there in the cloudiest of nines. Just you and her and an aging mattress as she offers you everything she can give. Albeit, it isnât much but sheâll still freely give.Â
Like a dog with a bone, Vi corners you on the third night when itâs just you and her in the bar. Closing time has long since arrived and vanished into the crisp air of the night but Vi has you bent over the bar, desperation clawing at the weathered countertop of the bar as Viâs fingers fucks your pretty little hole while her tongue laps at the slick thatâs dripping out of you. Your pretty little skirt pushed up, your panties pushed to the side as she laps and sucks at your juices. She can feel you dripping onto her chin and it only makes her that much more eager to swallow every bit you have to offer.Â
âWe shouldnât be doing thisââ Fuck. Vi starts doing tricks with her tongue, sliding in another finger, pushing against the soft spot buried deep as she toys with you in the way knows best. âWe, um, Vi we said just one night.âÂ
âShut the fuck up and take it like a good girl. Or did you forget?â Vi moans into your cunt, the vibrations causing your thighs to shake under her mouth. âItâs not like you were complaining last night.âÂ
Vi silences you as her pace picks up, her fingers fucking you at such a pretty pace, feeling the build grow in the pit of your stomach edging to come to a full bloom.Â
All of you begging for it to be released. Vi uses her free hand to slap your ass, sending you moaning and lurching forward. You push yourself back grinding against her tongue, before she removes her divine mouth as she kisses up your spine, her fingers stuffed inside you not faltering for a moment.Â
Vi continues to kiss up your spine until she reaches the nape of your neck, her breath kissing your skin, your body shivers into her touch. Full lips ghost over your ear before whispering quietly, âAre you sure you want me to stop? I will if you want me to. I just thought you might wanna, you know, take my cock tonight. Give it a good ride.âÂ
The moan you let out would put Aphroditeâs to shame, needy and choked sobs escape you as her fingers thrust inside you faster than they have before.Â
âOh? Do you like the sound of that, babygirl? Want to show me how good you can be for me?â Vi doubled down on her efforts, enjoying how much you arched into her body, your hips pushing back as you grind into quick fingers. Sheâs fucking you better than wellâŠanyone.Â
âVi, please.â Your voice catches in your throat, hoarse and full of need. An insatiable craving; one you fear only she can provide. A few mindless days and careless flirting to land in her sheets, her in yours, the details didnât truly matter. A vampire out for blood, almost more venomous than precious canines breaking the skin, you yearned to suck on every last drop. But she didnât seem to be in a mind frame to relinquish control.Â
âPlease what? Iâm not sure if I understand you.âÂ
All of it, so tantalizing, so fucking infuriating. Three fingers inside you, effectively making you silent, shutting you up as she brings you closer to the edge. Thatâs the thing, truthfully, Vi has you right where she wants. Only a few thrusts away until you come undone around her. The black haired succubus increases the pace, thumb playing with your clit, her calloused fingers increasing your high as she applies more pressure on the thousands of nerve endings on your precious pearl.Â
âShit. Youâre gonna pay for this.âÂ
âWhat? For making you come? I hardly constitute that as a crime.âÂ
Your hands reach for the counter top, youâre not sure what exactly you want, but Vi makes you come for the first time that night. Itâs a game, the push and pull. Dangerous. Intoxicating. Some disposition falling far from your fingertips, a game to her and a downward hill spiral for you. Addiction festering next to an open wound and the only antidote can be found on her tongue. Tasting the devilâs mouth is one thing but swallowing the sensation of the woman youâre beginning to love is something else entirely.Â
Vi, despite her best efforts not to, makes you fall over the edge. Itâs more than her eager tongue and expectant mouth slurping at the vindication of your taste. The craving builds like an exposed vein. Her confidence irrevocably soars like a raven through the midnight sky. Even if Vi acts like sheâs done this before, you could pull the curiosity intertwined with naivety a mile away. Violet has never done this before, not with a woman at least, youâre sure of it. Sheâs a fast learner and such a great accomplishment should replenish such a reward.Â
With the energy you have left, you push your skirt down first, as Vi puts your underwear back in place. She doesnât stop touching you. She canât. There isnât much she feels she has control over, this arrangement being one of them. Sheâs good at this and Vi enjoys it. Every other part of her life, failure surrounds her, her ability not to please anyone in her life.Â
In a constant loop, she finds herself caught in the crossfire. Tugged between sister and lover, family and righteousness. Her enemy becomes her lover and lover becomes enemy â all of it poisons her blood and cures her core â and all of it makes her hear a voice she doesnât recognize but itâs just as true as the four walls surrounding her.Â
Oil and water.Â
Collecting like scars on her porcelain skin, Vi feels herself sink like an obliterating star. Thereâs a wonder settled in her chest, it feels heavy and weak, two incapable fists unable to surround her heart with anything but loss, betrayal even. She canât punch her way out of this one.
All of it wakes a fire in her chest, a dagger being punctured in her heart by the one Vi thought she could trust the most. She doesnât want to admit it so she doesnât.Â
But this? It feels easy.Â
She needs easy, light, even good. Maybe she doesnât deserve it.Â
Vi definitely doesnât, the sentence flows like a never-ending stream of waterfall continuously drowning her. The blood on her hands stains her perception of all things pure, she wonders how she even sees you at all. How you see her more vividly than anyone, possibly even Cait. Thereâs no judgment, no snarky remark of where she comes from. Even if she thought there had once been love, Vi questions it now.Â
When you come, it feels like a breath of fresh air, a golden wave washing over her sinful hands. Each stroke of gold, your grit and blind hopefulness soaks Viâs entity. This is what she wants. Thereâs nothing more than this, someone she could love, who loves her. Itâs uncomplicated but the feeling flees as you come to it. Vi canât help but feel regretful as you cover your ass, itâs such a pretty sight. She canât stop that sheâs greedy, youâve fed her for the first time in her life and now Vi feels full but sheâs only human.Â
A sinner always craves more.Â
She lets her touch linger on the gold between your thighs, pushing the white substance back into you before Vi lets you feel how wet you are, the dripping slick feels uncomfortable caged into cotton underwear and she wants you to feel it. The breath Vi hears are still heavy, impossibly heavy, and thereâs pride in hearing you center yourself, back pressed against her chest as Vi keeps you in place.Â
The pleasure within your body begins to slither away as you come back into the angel you are and not the sexual deviant bent over the woman who never pulls her punches.Â
âFelt good, yeah?â Vi says. Her angelic, sweeter than the cotton candy stick in your teeth, voice penetrates through. You like it too much. It shouldnât make you feel as good as it does. Desperately, you want to keep this casual but youâre even losing your footing.Â
You pride yourself on the lack of attachment; you donât need it. Never really had. But then with her it seems to change even faster than the seasons, your wall breaks somehow in between from spring to summer. With intent, you move around, her bright eyes have darken a bit but the fading light looks brighter than youâve ever seen it.Â
Fuck, Vi is making this difficult.Â
âYou could say that.â You speak softly, a tremble in your voice occurs but Vi says nothing but she does smirk. âCan I ask you something?âÂ
You turn around and suddenly Vi is staring at your exposed cleavage, the one you use to draw in patreons and to fill your pockets with as many tips as one can muster. Vi had been one, a faithful one trying to drink her away to the bottom of every bottle until she found something else for her. Something that didnât leave a burn in her throat.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
âWas it your first time? The first night?âÂ
Sheepishly, Vi blushes. For a second, she contemplates lying but youâd see right through it. Right through her. It would only take one look in her blues and you would know.Â
âThat obvious?â Vi struggles with her words next but she manages to murmur a lame excuse. âStillwater didnât leave much time for this.âÂ
âAnd after?â You tease but the sincerity in your eyes soothes her.Â
âThere could have been but there wasnât. Some things just donât fit.â Oil and water is what she wants to say but she bites her tongue.Â
âYou should have told me. I wouldnât have been so, I donât know, selfish?âÂ
âThereâs nothing selfish about it. I wanted to make you feel good. Did you enjoy yourself?â This time she makes your skin feel hot. Fuck.Â
âYeah, I did enjoy myself,â you pressed against her as your arms loop around Viâs necks to bring her closer âbut I think itâs officially my turn to offer my services. Donât you think so?âÂ
Itâs how Vi ends up here, in your place, in your bed â soaked.Â
If there was one thing you knew, it was how to please someone. You managed to pull whimpers out of her she didnât even know existed. The desperate plea coming from her shivering body as she spilled in your mouth the first time sent a shiver down her spine, the band in her stomach snapping as you sloppily spit on her cunt, constant circles of pressure on her clit seeing nothing but your eyes look up at her.Â
Not letting a single drop go to waste, you fucked Vi through it, swallowing her completely. Vi shed the wrap covering her chest next. Her body bruised from the pit fights but you couldnât think of anyone more beautiful than her. You paid attention to her collarbones, neck, and her tits. Sucking on her nipples as Vi tries to come down from the high you placed her on, she doesnât think she ever will.Â
She tries not to think that she wanted these things with Caitlyn. Cait. Cupcake.Â
Vi only allows herself to think of her when sheâs dreaming, visions of what that could have been, what she used to be. All of it so trivial, so senseless when she thinks of you. How you make her feel is different and she tries not to think of what it all means.Â
One night.Â
Then two.Â
Now three.Â
In another life, maybe she was stronger, and didn't need to be wanted. Hell, even needed. She could wait for someone who she thought loves her but the other part of her doesnât want to think, she wants to feel. Vi likes feeling the softness of your skin, the light in your laughter, the swell of your exposed chest, the way your greedy eyes take in her abs, your soft lips kissing every part of her skin. The smooth, the scarred, the unworthy â you take it all in such stride.Â
âDo you want to stop? I think I lost you for a second.â You inquire to the pretty girl beneath you, her hands find your waist, creating makeshift circles on your hip bones.Â
âNo, thatâs the last thing I want.â Vi brings you to her lips, capturing your bottom lip, tongue invading your mouth. She tastes herself as your tongue melts with hers and the rest of her worries melt away. Itâs just you and her. âI want to keep going.âÂ
âThen tell me what you want, baby. Iâll do whatever you want. Itâs yours if you want it.âÂ
Itâs spoken as a reminder. All of this is her decision. Vi decides when she wants this, how she wants it, and youâre letting her take all of it in the way she needs. Vi tried not to think the first couple times, she never wanted her first time to be a big deal. Maybe with Caitlyn it could have been, but then she changed.Â
Vi thought maybe she could too. So, she did.Â
âCan youââ Vi stutters. Yet again her attention gets pulled to your tits, the softness of your stomach, she canât stop looking at you. As if sheâs trying to remember everything about you. Sheâs committed to it. Vi wants to remember the soft curves of your hips, the way you moan when she comes on your tongue.Â
The sight of you looking down at her makes she lose every rational thought, she wants to commit to memory forever. It wonât be something she easily forgets.Â
âGotta speak up, babygirl. Especially if you want me to keep my attention focused on this pretty cunt of yours.âÂ
You sit between her legs, tilting your head, you look at her glistening pussy, the way it shines with her cum and your sloppy spit. It would look even more exquisite with a little more. Taking a beat as you take your time, you gather enough in your mouth before spitting slowly, Vi whimpering as your spit makes contact with her lower pair of lips. She couldnât stop it, it slips and youâre grinning, hips desperately bucking to feel more of it.Â
âF-Fuck, need your cock. Please? I need it more than anything.â Vi confesses. Thereâs no need for dignity, especially if she keeps it and you wonât give her what sheâs itching for.Â
âYeah? Are you sure about it? Donât want you backing out just in case you canât be a good girl and take it.âÂ
She can take it but she canât take the countless teasing, trapped underneath the images drowning in her mind. This is what she wants, someone to dissolve into her, make her forget everything that has happened, just a pretty girl with some pretty tits who knows how to fuck. Right? Thatâs all this is. Itâs all it can be tonight. Her lip is busted from the fight tonight, knuckles bloodied and bruised, but you donât seem to mind all that much. Itâs all the same to you. Vi is all the same, thatâs been clear from the start.Â
Then, she decides to let her mind get shut off, let herself fall into you. You did know how to take care of her and tonight she would let you.Â
âLet me know if itâs too much, okay?âÂ
âI promise.âÂ
Once the harness is on, you wedge yourself in between her thighs, tattooed and toned, brave and brawny but she transforms into someone else entirely once youâre sinking inside her warm walls. You think about what it would feel like to feel her. Is she clenching around your cock? Would you feel the throbbing heartbreak of her clit? What you can hear is the whimper, uncontrollable and breathtaking, you slip further into her as you make home in her beautiful cunt.Â
Sheâs made it yours to take. Youâd do anything and everything for her, the thought alone scares so you do what you do best, you grind your hips slowly. Not wanting to overwhelm her too quickly, itâs the first time sheâs taking penetration and you want it to be good for her.Â
âYouâre so perfect. Doing so good for me, taking my cock like a fucking champ.â You whisper out, taking too much enjoyment in her getting lost in your soft thrusts. Viâs chest starts to heave as her hips roll into yours. Vi never even imagined wanting this, or that she could really have it with someone else. Itâs not like sheâs experienced, she has nothing to compare it to, but it feels incredibly intimate.Â
She likes how youâre being with her. Soft, gentle, delicate. Vi thought sheâd never want to feel that way, but maybe itâs just under the right circumstance in the right light.Â
âShit, shit, shitâ Vi chants as your hand grabs the headboard, giving her one particular powerful thrust. Perky tits spring to life, jolting against the sudden movement, her moan so fucking load, as you continue your movements. This time not as hard, but you pick up your pace, wanting to see if she would have any arguments against it but Vi doesnât. Profanities and whimpers leave her mouth as you split her on your cock. Face half-smashed into the pillow, trying to muffle her moans and you offer this one mercy.Â
Sheâs still shy.Â
Now is a good time as any to fuck it out of her.Â
âDo you want more Vi? Want me to goâŠfaster?â Placing a hand on her abdomen, the abs defined and clenching as you halt your thrust for a moment. âDo you wanna feel me in your stomach, baby?âÂ
âCan you even do that? Iâm not so sure youâre even capable. Looks like the rookie knows more moves than the veteran.â Vi bites back. But it doesnât last for long. Vi thinks she must have said the wrong thing, pushed you too far, you slipped off her but only to move her body to the edge of the bed, placing her on all fours right in front of a very convenient mirror.Â
âFine. Thought Iâd be sweet but that isnât what you really want. If you want to get treated like a whore, Iâll fuck you like one.â You take a beat to appreciate her wonderfully sculpted back, the artwork is truly exquisite. It feels so much like her but the foolish girl is smirking at you through the mirror.Â
You know youâve been caught ogling at her body, checking out every inch of her exposed body, you slap her ass in retaliation but she just grinds her ass back onto you.Â
âIâm waiting.â Teasingly, Vi arches her spine more. âWhereâs the whore fucking youâre muling about?âÂ
In one move, youâre inside her, fucking her beautiful face into the mattress. Never in her life has she felt so full, so good, so sweet. You grab her by the meat of her hips, bringing you back on her repeatedly. Vi wonders what she would give to have this, have you, and the thought scares her just as badly. She instead focused on you.Â
Tits bouncing as you thrust into her at a punishing pace. Divinely and so perfectly you, making her see stars, she feels trapped. Not in a punishing way, but in a way that has her never wanting to leave the entrapments of your coaxing cock. At this moment, this is where sheâs meant to be, just a toy for you to use.Â
But itâs more than what meets the eye. If Vi was just a toy, youâd be done after the first night. Tonight, you werenât using her for your own pleasure. You seemed perfectly content to give. The shine in her eyes gave you something only she could, edging you even further, a constant wave hitting Vi like a tidal wave making home on the shore.Â
âGod, youâre just too perfect. Fuck, just like that, take whatâs yours.â Bouncing back on the strap, the words fall from her lips before she canât stop them. Overflowing like a water fountain, itâs before she really even realizes what sheâs saying, it just feels right.Â
âMommy, please.âÂ
Vi has had those words on the tip of her tongue but not that youâre fucking her into a different dimension, she lets the aching plea slip from sinful lips. Itâs only once but itâs enough to set you off. You pull Vi up, her gorgeous back pressed against your chest, sitting on your thighs as you fuck up into her. Brutally, she takes everything you have to give.Â
Sweat glistening across her body, accentuating her chest as she tries to compose herself but you donât give her the option. No. It would be too easy, wouldnât it?
âI want you to watch, Violet. Watch yourself when you cum, be a good girl and show me how pretty you look, hm? Wouldnât wanna disappoint, Mommy, now would you?âÂ
Vi sucks on your middle digit, tongues swirling as she feels the tight band in her stomach, threatening to snap. Sheâs close. When the sensationally soft pad of your thumb applies pressure on her clit, Viâs done for.Â
âShit, oh my fucking god, baby baby babbyyyyy.â Incoherent murmurs and moans come in abundance as Vi bounces herself your cock, falling right apart as you toy with her clit, fucking her through the impending high. Your other arm tweaks around and up, fingers squeezing her tits, over stimulating her as she slumps against you.Â
Itâs the easiest task ever done. Submit to you, your skilled fingers, the power of your sinfully sensational thrusts, she comes all over you. The powerful demeanor weakens before your very eyes. When you gently move her back on the bed, slipping out of her, Viâs eyes begin to water from the loss.Â
The first time getting strapped down is always a lot to handle, youâd still taken it easier on her, too afraid you would push her too far but by the blissed out eyes, sheâd enjoyed herself. She had enjoyed herself and you couldnât really ask for much more.Â
When the both of you are cleaned up, Vi cuddles into your frame and you let her. Even if your first instinct is to push her away, saying something you know thatâll hurt her, none of it finds any merit on your tongue. For the first time, you find it difficult to turn away a pretty girl, her lips kissing your collarbones, up your neck until she finds home on your own lips, sloppily invading your mouth with your tongue.Â
Hitting you where it hurts, she moans your name in her mouth, unable to contain the neediness she feels around you. Itâs worse than Cait. This is pure addiction entangled with something carnal. Vi knows if she doesnât get to fuck you again, you fucking her cunt again, she might as well give up on life now.Â
âI could go again.âÂ
You chuckle. Of course she could.Â
âDonât know rookie, that might be all you can handle for the night.âÂ
Itâs a challenge and you know sheâll bite the bait.Â
With ease she gets on top of you, and just as if sheâs done it a hundred times, Vi sinks on your cock, âI think I can handle another ride, donât you?âÂ
#m'actually kinda proud of this one#i hope y'all like it :')#lmk what you think <3#vi#vi arcane#arcane league of legends#league of legends#vi smut#vi x reader#vi x you#vi arcane x reader#wlw post#wlw fanfiction#lesbian#violet arcane x reader#vi x fem reader#arcane x you#violet arcane
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nobody but you | v.a
summary: you lost everyone close to you, including your best friend (and childhood crush) when you were fourteen years old and had to grow up on your own. seven years later, a ghost reappears, igniting those same feelings from all those years ago to come bubbling back up. bed-confessions lead to what youâve wanted for years.
pairing: fem!reader x vi arcane
contains: reader is described to wear skirts and have longer curly hair, readerâs nickname is star, mature language, mentions of vi and reader being each otherâs first kiss, caitlyn being a third wheel (iâm so sorry :/), mature content: dry humping & hickies (vi!receiving)
a/n: âŠ. hey. arcane is a new fixation and i HAD to write for her. inbox is open for more vi ideas! (modern or not) <33 4 DAYS until arcaneđââïž!!!
That night that the explosion happened, you were a wreck. You had lost so many people that you held near to your heart; Vander, Claggor, Mylo, and Vi. As much as you hated to admit to yourself but losing her had the most impact on you.
Her body wasnât found so everyone, including yourself, assumed that she was dead.
Powder, god, you couldnât get to her before Silco did. When you arrived at the aftermath of the scene, she was gone and all that was left was a piece of a bomb that was undeniably Powderâs creation. Guilt settled within you at the rumors that spread of who Powder had become; Jinx.
It took years for you to become somewhat okay, falling into a new routine. With Silco running Zaun and dowsing the streets with shimmer, you had to watch people you knew become addicted and lose their minds over it.
You were alone.
It was a last resort but you took up a job at The Last Drop; as a barkeep. It was shitty pay but at least you had enough for food. It, of course, was nothing like when Vander owned the place. There was no family feeling or sense of comfort and unity.
You had accepted from that point on that this is how things were going to be. You live in the space above Benzoâs souvenir shop, making it your own home. Since his death, the space had been unoccupied. You took it upon yourself to make it yours.
It was decorated with remembrance of your late friends and knick-knacks youâve collected from around the Lanes.
You had gotten off of your afternoon shift at the Last Drop, making your way back to the broken-down place you called home. You were ready to sit back and make dinner for yourself, sitting with your thoughts and silence. However as you approached the door to the shop, a weird sense settled into your gut.
The front door was open ever so slightly, barely noticeable at first glance. You usually wouldâve dismissed it as a mistake on your part.
But this incident mixed with the weird feeling in your gut told you that this wasnât just forgetting to close the door all the way. You hovered your hand over your leather holster that held your coins and a few ninja stars that you had been holding on to since you could hold one.
It was also helpful to hold up your extra layer of skirt.
Carefully, you peeked into the shop to see if you could see something or someone inside. From the small crevice, your sight was limited so you couldnât confirm anything just yet. Lifting your left boot, you push the door open with the toe of your foot. You look into the shaded areas of the building, waiting for some form of movement.
Once you carefully step into the abandoned shop, you reach behind you to grab the doorknob to shut it closed. Your eyes flicker around the room, squinting in concentration as you continue to walk across the wooden floors.
A second passes and thatâs when you hear a creak come from behind you. Reacting quickly, you grab a ninja star from the pocket of your belt and launch it into the darkness. The sound of the blade splitting into the wood and a grunt relax your worries somewhat.
Reaching for another star, you raise a hand to turn on the light to see who exactly made their way into the shop. Your face hardened as you lifted your arm once more, preparing to defend yourself.
The intruder stood against the shut door, eyes locked on the weapon in your hand.
âStar?â
They question you, stepping forward into the light.
You grip onto the ninja star tighter, confused as to how they know who you are. You suck in a deep breath, tilting your head as the strangers' features reveal themselves in the light. You squint for a moment before letting out a soft gasp, letting the bladed weapon slip from your fingers and onto the ground.
It couldnât be. It was impossible.
Were you hallucinating? Have you finally reached your breaking point?
The hair, the bandaged arms, the same slope of her nose.
âVi?â You breathe out, your eyes welling up with tears.
The pink-haired girl nodded, letting out a shaky breath herself. She took a few more careful steps towards you. You take the same amount of steps to meet her in the middle, throwing your arms around her neck with desperation. You let out a sob as you bury your face into the crook of her neck.
âItâs me, sweetheart. Itâs me,â her voice was gentle in your ear, one of her bandaged palms cradling the back of your head while the other held you close by your torso.
Your eyes squint shut as you take in the fact that this is really happening. Vi was here; alive and so different. You pull away from her now-inked neck, brows furrowed from the questions rattling through your head.
âYou⊠Where have you been?â You ask her softly.
âI got arrested and Iâve been in Stillwater since that night,â she explained carefully, one of her palms cradling your elbow.
âHow are you here now? How did you get out?â Your eyes flicker to the ink on her cheek and the nose ring.
âI got released earlier today. IâI just had to see you. To make sure you were evenâŠâ Vi trailed off as she brushed a flyaway out of your face so she could really look at you.
The way you looked both so different and the same; how much you still look like that same girl that used to cut your fingers on your ninja stars. She remembers how you would try to hide the little slits on the tips of your fingers from her until you would physically wince from the cuts, forcing Vi to tend to the wounds.
You, unknowingly, did the same.
Too distracted just like how you would be all those years ago. Two teenage girls just trying to survive every day, secretly meeting up on the rooftops to snuggle dangerously close when everyone was asleep.
âWhen you said we were making a quick stop, I did assume it would be quick,â a posh English accent emerges from behind Vi, causing you to pull away from her comforting touch.
Vi let out a sigh before turning her head to peer at the tall woman standing in the doorway. You immediately recognize the attire underneath the small coat she was wearing and raise your hand to aim a ninja star at her. She was an enforcer.
Vi had an enforcer⊠get her out of prison?
âWho are you?â You snip, eyes narrowed.
âWho are you?â The dark blue-haired woman quipped back.
You hold back the scoff bubbling in your throat before Vi reaches forward to gently push your hand down. You hesitantly did so, still gripping onto the weapon between your fingers.
âI was thinking that maybe we could lay low here for a bit. Get some rest,â Vi attempts to ease your obvious tense figure.
âWe?â You glance over at the woman watching her face soften.
âYes. Just until tomorrow. Then weâll be out of your hair to go to Babetteâs.â
Voice still calm and gentle, Vi explained the situation at the moment. It turns out the tall womanâs name is Caitlyn, theyâre looking for Powder Jinx because they believe sheâs involved with an explosion that happened in Piltover.
You could see the desperation in Viâs eyes when talking about her sister and your heart broke for her.
âOkay. Iâm up top so,â you nod towards the door more into the shop that leads upstairs.
âLead the way, Star,â Vi grinned, shoving her bandaged hands into her pockets.
You look over at Caitlyn who is standing right behind Vi, towering a bit over you both. You lead the pair to your living space, flicking on the light to reveal the new made up home. Vi whistled as she walked around the familiar space now made into more than just an attic.
âYou did all of this?â She questioned with a smile as she walked over to the shelf of books and trinkets.
âUh, yeah,â you feel a bit vulnerable knowing that both a stranger and past best friend who you thought was dead are in your home. âNo rent, no roommates, just me.â
Your childhood friend traces the hanging lights from your ceiling, grinning for a moment when they make a soft twinkling noise. Being as nosy as she was, she made her way over to where you slept. Her eyes locked on the beaten-down table next to your table, focusing on the small ceramic bowl full of trinkets.
âShit, you kept this?â Vi grabbed an item off the bedside table that was next to your bed that made your eyes widen with embarrassment.
It was a star ring that Vi had gotten (swiped from an antique shop) when you were thirteen. That day she gave it to you was also the day you brought up the idea of being each otherâs first kiss to get it out of the way. Dating wasnât a worry but you both agreed that you might as well âprepare for that day when youâd need to.â
It wasnât the most amazing kiss, of course as you were preteens but you still became flustered the second you two made eye contact as you pulled away. You remember twiddling with the star ring after and how much you felt so cared for by someone.
âOh yeah. It was to remember you by,â you sheepishly reply.
Vi hummed at your response, her smile creeping onto her lips as she set it down.
âI donât mean to interrupt but is there someplace where I can rest?â Caitlyn questioned from behind you, seeming to be standing carefully near the door.
You glance over at Vi who had laid back on your bed, shutting her eyes with a sigh. One of her bandaged arms draped over her lower stomach while the other rested above her head on your flattened pillows.
âYou can rest over here.â
You motioned for the tall woman to follow you. You walk around the wall, pushing back a curtain to a secret space where you usually allow some acquaintances from work or people in need to sleep, turning to Caitlyn with a friendlier grin.
âThank you,â Caitlyn called after you as she sucked in a deep breath, looking around the small room. âFor allowing me in your home.
âThanks for bringing her back to me,â you nod.
Caitlyn nods in return, a small smile on her lips as she lowers herself on the dingy mattress.
âI know itâs not the ivory walls youâre used to but make yourself at home,â you notice the small, barely noticeable gap in between her front teeth as she smiles at you.
âItâs lovely,â her posh accent makes you chuckle.
You simply shake your head and shut the curtain to give Caitlyn some privacy. You recollect yourself as you think about Vi who is currently lying down on your bed. Vi perked up as she heard footsteps walking towards the bed, making eye contact with you as you rounded the bed to the other side.
âHi,â you mutter as you lower yourself down on the opposite side of the bed, knee first.
âHi,â Vi replied, her lips twitching into a small smile.
You canât even hide the smitten smile on your face as you lay yourself down next to her, back on the mattress as well. Your palms rest above your navel as you try to act as normal as possible.
A tense silence filled the open room; the both of you not knowing what to say to one another. You could hear the shouting and loud music of the streets coming from your open window but all you could focus on was your own nervous breathing.
âI thought about you every day,â Viâs the first to break the silence. âEvery fucking day there, I thought about what it would be like coming back to you. I hoped youâd be here, Star. I donât know what Iâd do if you were gone too.â Vi admitted as she shook her head, snuggling into your bed.
Your eyes bore into her side profile, admiring the slope of her nose and the ink etched into her cheek. You turn the rest of your body to match your head.
âYou wouldâve been okay,â you joke, weakly chuckling.
Vi blinks and looks over at you with a soft and meaningful gaze. Sheâs silent for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts before she speaks.
âDo you remember when we would go up to the roof of the Last Drop and talk about what we would do if we ever got out of here?â Vi questions gently, facing you so that you are face to face.
âYeah,â you mutter, not knowing where she was going with it.
âEvery scenario we talked about whether it was taking over the streets or getting bucket loads of cash to build a new life there, I never imagined what it would be like without you by my side. You were always⊠right here.â Vi breathed out, her gaze avoiding your own. âNow that I know what itâs like to have that reality, I donât want it to happen ever again.â
âVi,â you whisper with tears in your eyes.
Her eyes carefully lifted to meet yours, pupils dilated with vulnerability.
âI was so⊠scared you were gone too,â Vi whispered, hesitantly reaching for you but her hand retracted quickly.
You took the reins and carefully hooked your finger onto one of hers, sighing in relief at the touch. Vi stared at the courteous touch and wrapped her palm over your own, running her thumb over the back of your hand.
âDo you remember what happened after you gave me that ring?â You ask softly, using your free hand to brush a piece of her hair out of her face.
Vi wasnât stupid. She knew you meant that kiss that put a pep in her step for a few weeks after; the girl that she had been crushing over since before she could remember. Not wanting to confront it head-on, she quickly stumbled out a little joke.
âI think I thought about doing that for months. Mylo wouldnât stop giving me shit for it every time you came around, blowing kisses at me when you had your back turned.â Vi chuckled as she shook her head.
You smile at the mention of Mylo, not doubting it for a second. You, in a similar fashion, turned to Ekko for your little crush on Vi.
âYou know, come to think of it,â you pretend to recall, âI remember you asking me an important question too.â
Vi wanted to punch herself in the jaw as you brought up another rather embarrassing moment. She could see it now; two teens sitting on a rooftop, shoulder to shoulder after sharing a quick peck and avoiding each otherâs eyeline.
âWe could be each otherâs⊠back up when we get older, you know.â A fidgety thirteen-year-old Vi had proposed.
You remember glancing down at bright-colored streets and clouds that intoxicated the air of Zaun. Vi glanced over at you to see if you had even heard her as you had gone completely silent.
âBack up?â You questioned, your voice still going through the ups of puberty.
âYeah, well, when weâre old, like, forty or something and have no one else, we could be each otherâs.â
Vi didnât really explain what that meant at the time but you agreed with ease. You knew how much you would do for Vi; maybe it was a little obsessive and unhealthy but she had a grip on you that you hoped never left.
Neither of you were near forty yet but there was a sliver of hope you could enact that pact today.
Something took over you after that confession and you scoot your body closer to hers. You reach your hand up to brush your hair out of her face, cupping the side of her face. Vi held onto your wrist as you began to lean into her.
Before you could even comprehend it, Vi pressed her lips to yours. Your eyes widen at the sudden movement, releasing her face in shock. Her hand was still gripping onto your wrist as her lips moved against your own.
After the initial surprise of the kiss, you follow her rhythm. You place your hand back onto her cheek as you suck in a deep breath, letting yourself enjoy what you have been craving to redo after seven years.
The soft smack of your kisses and you and Violet humming against each other's lips silently drove you insane.
âI missed you so much,â Vi mutters against your lips.
You sigh at the confession, warmth blooming in your chest.
âNever thought I'd get to do this,â you confess. âTo be with you like this, Vi.â
Viâs palms move down your body, rubbing down your sides carefully like you were going to disappear at any moment. Years of confinement and getting into fights with inmates led her to this very moment; the only person in her life that was really here for her.
âAnd now that you are doing it?â Vi questions, her big rounded eyes boring into your own.
âI donât want it to stop.â
Vi beams at that and you dive back into her lips, humming against the gentle touch of her lips. This second time around was more hungry, eager for one another. There was nothing that could compare to the feeling of her bandaged arms wrapped around your waist as you kissed like you needed her; craved her.
Oh, how needy you were at that moment: selfishly grabbing onto her like she could disappear at any moment. She wasnât; at least you hoped not.
âI still canât believe youâre really here,â you sighed out, tears welling up in your eyes.
Vi immediately notices your mood drop and shakes her head, leaning in to kiss your cheek and placing a few more gentle touches on your neck and jaw.
âIâm here. Right here, sweetheart,â she murmured against your skin as she continued to carefully kiss your skin.
You suck in a deep breath as you cup either side of her face to pull her away from your flustered skin. Viâs chest was heaving up and down from her own hunger for you becoming overwhelming.
âI want to make you feel good, Vi,â you admit, whispering just below normal speaking volume.
Vi stares and blinks, her breathing slowing down.
âMe?â She questions as if she misheard you.
âYes, you. Please.â
You couldnât even feel an ounce of embarrassment from your begging as you meant it more than anything. Vi, with not much more needed convincing, nodded frantically as she allowed you to take the reigns.
You pull away to sit upright and straddle her lap, your skirt lifting up your legs to rest on the highest part of your thigh. Viâs eyes widened for a second at your position in your lap, her bandaged hands resting on the flat pillows as she stared up at your figure. Her eyes were rounded with admiration and lust.
âIs this okay?â You question, tucking some of your hair behind your ears.
âYes. Yes, youâre⊠good.â Vi reassures you as you smittenly smile down at her.
She matches your smile as you lean down to reattach your lips, placing your hands on her collarbone. Viâs hands grip gently at your upper thighs, frantically pulling you in closer to her. The strap of your shirt was slipping down your shoulder, resting on your triceps.
You allow yourself to be there in the moment with her. You had the tendency to think about the worst outcomes of every situation but right now as Viâs palms move more up to your hips, you just feel her.
Not afraid, not depressed; just her.
Her touch was electric on your skin. Vi sits upright from her laid-back position, humming as you run one of your hands up the back of her head into her hair. Feeling her body running hot, she removes her hands from your body to shrug off her red jacket from her body.
You pull away to help her remove the jacket, throwing it to the side and hearing it hit the ground. You look down at her now-revealed arms and eyebrows raise up at the sight of her toned upper body.
You were gawking; you knew you were.
âWhat were you doing in there?â You shamelessly ran your hands down her firm biceps.
Vi lets you feel her up, watching your hungry eyes follow your hands on her body. She doesnât answer your question but she does place her palms back at their rightful place on your hips.
You snap out of your daze as her hands squeeze your hips. Your cheeks lit aflame before focusing on the task at hand. Did you 100% know what you were doing? No, but you figured if you just do what you do to yourself to her, it was bound to make her feel good.
So you slowly began to grind your hips down onto her own. Vi sucks in a sharp breath at the unfamiliar feeling, letting out a shaky breath.
That only fueled your keep your hips moving against her. Viâs eyes fluttered shut for a moment, tilting her head back to huff out a soft moan. You let out your own noise at the feeling, leaning forward to attach your lips to the length of your neck.
Vi moaned your name at the feeling of you kissing the sensitive spot on her neck. Her grip only becomes tighter on your waist as you begin to suck and lick, creating a dark spot on her pale skin. You pull away after a few seconds to brush your finger over the mark, feeling disgustingly proud of yourself.
âWhat are you doing to me?â Vi whispered, groaning under her breath.
âI could say the same,â you quip with a cheeky smile, grinding down hard once.
The motion tugs out a moan from the both of you. The thinnest layer of sweat began to form on your neck and crevice of your hip and legs. Vi leans forward, panting into the crook of your neck. She attempts to hide her needy whimpers against your skin but you canât miss the desperate sounds.
You were growing wetter by the second, aching to get her off.
âViââ You gasp as her palms rest on your hips, helping you grind down onto her clothed crotch.
Your hands rest on the broad on her shoulders, feeling over the tight muscle. She was panting softly as she took in the sound of you asking for her; needing her like this. Her blue eyes admire the way your jaw was left open as you pant and whimper from the friction.
âSo beautiful, sweetheart,â she praises, a low moan leaving her own hips.
You almost shake your head at her words but you knew it would be a huge mistake to do so. You allow yourself to take in the words, not wanting to seem like you didnât believe her. She drew the beautiful inside to the surface with ease.
Your hips stuttered, wondering if you were going to cum like this. It wouldnât be the first time as youâve shamefully done the same to your mattress.
âYouâre perfect,â you tell her honestly, a shaky breath leaving your lips.
Vi wanted to tell you you were far from correct but you were persistent on the fact.
âYou are. You are, Vi,â you cup her face as you weakly grind your crotch on hers.
Vi nods to show you she is listening, one of the few whimpers sheâs made throughout the night bubbling in her throat. You place a few kisses over her face before placing the final one on her awaiting lips.
âFuck, I think Iâm gonnaââ
âMe too. Cum for me, please,â you encourage the pink-haired girl.
You watch as her muscles tighten, a vein popping out of the side of her neck. It beautifully highlighted the mark youâve made on her.
With your grinds becoming sloppier and weaker, Vi assisted you by practically doing all the work. Your hips and inner thighs were growing more and more tired out by the second. Your will to make sure Vi came was the only thing keeping you going.
Your mouths were hovering over one another, whining and moaning onto each otherâs lips. Your core tightened as you felt your orgasm approaching. Viâs whispers of praise only drew you closer.
âJust like that,â you whine.
âYeah?â Vi whines right back, kissing right above your chest near your collarbone.
You nod with a whimper, muttering âpleaseâ and âright thereâ. The mix of your panting and hot moans drove you both to cumming against one another.
You were shaking at that point, arms now wrapping around her neck for stabilization. Vi, mimicking you, wrapped her arms around your torso, burying her face into your chest as she tried to catch her breath.
Your hair was now frizzy, your whole body aflame from the orgasm that tore through you. Viâs lips were dragging on your heated skin causing you to shut your eyes as you, too, attempted to calm down.
The two of you sat there, matching each other's breathing patterns as you both came down from your highs. Your eyes before you knew it grew heavy with exhaustion. Vi noticed how slumped you were and cradled your body to maneuver you to lay back down. Your arms were still locked around her neck, refusing to let her go.
âAre you okay?â Vi asks after a few minutes of silence, licking her swollen lips.
You chuckle softly at her question, resting your forehead on her shoulder.
âYeah. Iâm perfect.â You mutter before placing a loving kiss to her bare shoulder. âAre you okay?â
Vi nods at your words, rubbing her hands down your back. She traces the length of your spine, lulling you into the sleep that your body was asking for.
âGo to sleep, sweetheart. Iâll wake you up before I leave.â Vi encourages when she notices you fighting your tired eyes.
Your heart sank at the word âleaveâ, brows knitting with betrayal. Your exhaustion left your body for a moment at her words.
âLeave?â You delicately whisper.
âNo, no, not for good. Iâm not doing that to you again,â Vi was quick to reassure your worries. âI justâI have to find Powder. I donât know how long it will take but I will be back for you.â
You swallow your doubts that Vi will be able to change Jinx back into the girl she once was. You knew you wouldnât be able to convince Vi into staying, especially with Caitlyn tagging along with her.
âBe careful, okay? I canât lose you again,â you cup her face, running your thumb over the ink on her cheek. âYouâre my backup, remember?â
Vi manages to chuckle at your words, shaking her head.
âI never shouldâve asked you that. You were never going to be just a backup, Star,â Vi told you softly. âYou were always going to be first for me.â
Your eyes rounded with admiration at her confession.
âWe were kids when you asked me that, Vi. Iâm glad you did. Iâve never wanted anyone but you,â you tell her with a smitten grin on your lips.
Vi presses a deep kiss onto your awaiting lips, nearing knocking your teeth against one another from her own smile. You lazily kissed her back until you physically couldnât anymore. Sleep overtook you as you rested your head on her bicep that was acting as your pillow for the night. You felt one last kiss on your temple before you knocked out.
The next morning you awoke to the feeling of the bed shifting next to you. You slowly peek through squinted eyes to see Viâs blurred figure sitting on the opposite side of the bed, quietly speaking with Caitlynâs undeniable taller figure.
âIâm just pointing out how you completely disregarded the fact that I was in the room opposite of you. I had a curtain as a door,â Caitlyn quietly scolds the pink haired girl.
You try not to show any reaction but you were embarrassed that you had completely forgotten about Caitlyn resting just 10-15 feet away from you two.
âIâm not sorry for what I did but sorry you heard,â Vi snips, no doubt in your mind with raised brows.
Caitlyn sighed rather loudly before shaking her head, holding her hand up to Vi.
âLetâs just⊠get going, please. We havenât got much time.â
Silence from Vi.
âOkay. Just give me two minutes. You can wait outside the door.â
You quickly shut your eyes and pretend to sleep once again, listening for the receding footsteps. Vi spoke with care as she gently tapped your shoulder.
âStar, sweetheart?â She hummed, brushing your flyaways from your face.
âHmmm?â You open your eyes, stretching one of your arms up.
âHey. Iâm gonna head out, okay? Iâll be back as soon as I can.â Vi traces the apple of your cheeks as she talks to you.
âBe careful. I mean it, Vi.â
The blue eyed girl nods at you, giving you one last meaningful kiss onto your lips.
âI will. In fact,â Vi pulls away to reach by the bedside table, grabbing the star ring she gave you. She slid it onto her middle finger, showing you the jewelry. âIâll be back to give you this. Itâll be my good luck charm.â
There was a beat of silence before you let out a soft laugh at her ridiculousness. You adored her more than anything and anyone.
âIâll be waiting, Violet.â
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Medical Emergency
Summary: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Fe!Reader -> When Jake gets a call asking to pick you up from the hospital, it's safe to say he's confused. Especially considering neither of you were known for getting along with the other.
Disclaimer: Enemies to lovers, brother's best friend, descriptions of being ill (nothing fully specified, just fainting a lot, low blood sugar and hormones), swearing, fluff, steamy moments, he takes care of you. This has been in my w.i.p for a while now so it's kinda a long one. Not Proof Read.
It was safe to say Jake was confused to find out he was your emergency contact.Â
It was known to most people in the town that you and Jake werenât exactly the best of friends. The hatred started all back when he was brought into Top Gun the first time round. Before he suddenly became the best, of the best of the best. And each year he came back, it only got worse.Â
Neither of you would be surprised if everyone in San Diego knew about how much you and Jake didnât get along.Â
So, yeah. Getting a call from a Nurse called Emma telling him he needed to come and pick you up from the hospitalâŠhe was confused.Â
Heâd spent most of the day training the new recruits at Top Gun. He was on base when he got the call, but twenty minutes later, he was parked outside the hospital and was being shown to your room.Â
âSheâs to take two of these every six hours for the next three days. If she has any drastic changes; dizziness, nausea, vomiting, etc. Bring her back. But she should be okay.â
He hadnât even been told what had happened.Â
Then he saw you.Â
On a typical day, your hair was either up or down. You typically wore bright colours since the kids in your class like to point them out and name them. And even at the end of the week when youâd walk into the Hard Deck, Penny already having your drink waiting for you, and youâd look tired and ready to go to bed, you were stillâŠbright. Put together.Â
But from where he was standing, you were dressed in grey sweats and a Top-Gun hoodie. Most likely, you thought it was your brotherâs. But from the worn hole around the edge of it let Jake know it was his. One your brother had never returned to him.Â
You lookedâŠlike you needed to be comforted.Â
Your hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail at the base of your skull. Any hints of make-up had been long washed away. Your nail polish was chipped, if not already peeled from your nails.Â
Finally slipping your shoes on, you stood slowly. You looked like you needed to sleep for a year, and maybe take another nap for eight months.Â
âJust sign here and here and then youâre free to go.â
Jake watched as the nurseâs words just about registered in your ears before you slowly picked the pen up from her hand and signed your name at the bottom of the paper.Â
Reaching to grab the rest of your stuff, Jake almost swooped forwards. âIâve got it.â
You just nodded. âThanks.â
Any other day, you would have told him you could do it yourself and tell him to fuck off.Â
He picked up your overnight bag and, with a hand at the bottom of your back, led you out of the hospital.Â
âThis way.â
You followed him back to his car and once he knew you were safe inside the passenger seat, he rounded the car and got into his seat.Â
âI did tell them just to call me a cab. You can just drop me off down the road. You donât need to-â
âIâm not letting you walk home.â He told you. âWhatâs your address?â
Part of Jake wished youâd fight him more about walking home. At least that way heâd know you were actually okay. He still would have driven you home, butâŠhe wanted you back.Â
Typing your address into his phone, he followed the sat-nav.Â
By the time he pulled up outside your house, you were asleep. He waited for five minutes, letting you sleep whilst he researched and read the prescription youâd been given.Â
Then he looked up at your house. You had to have a spare key.Â
Carefully, he left his car and walked up your path. He looked in all the typical places until he found a small patch of wood from your porch coming loose. Inside was your key.Â
So, opening your door and carrying your things inside, he came back for you.Â
Unbuckling your seatbelt, he placed one of your arms around his neck before placing his own arms around your back and under your legs.Â
âItâs okay. Go back to sleep.â
And you did.Â
Shutting the door to his car with his back, he carried you into your house, shutting your front door with his foot before taking you into your bedroom and laying you on top of your sheets. Looking around, he found a basket of blankets just under your window.Â
However, as he covered you up, he checked your temp with the back of his hand. You seemed okay.Â
Then you reached for him.Â
It was only for a few seconds, but you held his hand before your body fell back to sleep.Â
Before he left your room, Jake got you a glass of water and left your window on a latch. And then he stayed.Â
Kicking off his boots by the door, he locked everything up around your home before laying down on top of the guest bed with a million and one questions circling around his head.Â
Why was he your emergency contact? What had happened? Why didnât anyone else tell him you were in the hospital for, clearly, more than a couple of hours?Â
You spent the next two days in and out of consciousness. The hospital told Jake not to worry and that it was a good sign you were sleeping. Heâd wake you every couple of hours and give you your tablets.Â
And each time, youâd wake up with the same confusion of how and why he was in your house. And then youâd remember. And apologise. And thank him. Before heâd tell you to lay back down and get some rest.Â
By the time you came round, you woke up to texts pinging on your phone.Â
How could you not tell me you were dating someone?
We SERIOUSLY need to catch up about this when youâre back in.Â
Your boyfriend called the school. Why is this how Iâm finding out youâre sick?
Get better soon, honey xoxo
Also, donât worry about the kids. Iâve got your class covered.Â
One of your fellow-teacher best friends. You and her had joined the school as teachers in the same year. She had been away on a cruise for the last two weeks.Â
Slowly, everything that had happened over the last two days came flooding back to you. They had called Jake. He had come to get you at the hospital. He kept waking you up. Had he stayed that whole time? Was he the one to call your school?
Pulling yourself from your bed and heading to the bathroom, you caught a look of yourself in the mirror. You lookedâŠrough. And also the exact same as you had when youâd left the hospital. Maybe there was a little more colour in your cheeks.Â
And you did feel better.Â
The room felt still and you didnât feel like throwing up all your insides out, despite being unable to do so.Â
Drying your hands on the towel, you made your way through your home. Things wereâŠtidy. Militarily so. The last time your place, although tidy, had looked militarily tidy had been when your brother had visited you before he got deployed again.Â
So, either, he was here now. Jake was still here. Or you had a ghost haunting your house that just so happened to be in the Navy.Â
Walking down the stairs, you found a pair of boots at the bottom of your stairs. They definitely werenât yours.Â
Then you heard someone in the kitchen. The smell of fresh bread and chicken noodle soup wafted through your home.Â
It was a minute or two before Jake spotted you. It felt like a fever dream, watching him in your kitchen, dressed normally, a towel slung over his shoulder as he slid the bread buns from the tray to a cooling rack.Â
âOh, hey. Youâre awake.â
You nodded. âDid you cook?â
âHow are you feeling?â Jake made his way over to you, his hand coming to touch your forehead and cheeks. You swatted his hands away. You could have sworn you saw him smile after you did it.Â
âGet off me, Iâm fine.â
Jake smiled as he watched you make your way to sit down on the opposite side of the kitchen island. You looked way better than you had done when he saw you in the hospital.Â
âWhat day is it?â
âTuesday.â He told you, continuing to slide all but one of the bread buns onto the cooling back. The final one, he dropped onto a plate before dishing out a bowl of the soup.Â
âEat up. Youâre gonna need your strength.â
You looked at the food in front of you. âYou made this?â
âI made it.â
You looked at him sceptically. âIs this how you plan to kill me? She was weak, your honour. I just wanted to help her.â
âWhy would I take care of you for three days and then kill you? Itâd be easier if I did it in three days.â
âSo you did think about it.â
Jake rolled his eyes and handed you a fork. âJust eat.â
You couldnât lie, it was one of the best mealâs youâd had in a long time. And as you ate, you looked around your home. Your books had been tidied away and back onto your shelves. All except two. One you were part way through reading and one that wasâŠalmost finished. But not by you.Â
You didnât notice as Jake watched you take everything in. Your books, your pots of pens. You dish towels, your spices and other baking ingredients. Some had even been put into the jars you had been meaning to fill back up. Then you noticed the smaller things. Like how heâd put up the wooden signs in your kitchen youâd been planning to do for months, and how heâd cleanedâŠeverything.Â
It looked like heâd done a complete renovation of your place whilst youâd been knocked out.Â
Then you noticed the pile of papers on your kitchen counter.Â
The English and maths tests youâd given to your class a few weeks ago. You hadnât finished marking them.Â
But Jake had.Â
You took the top paper and looked it over.Â
âDid you mark these?â You flipped through the pages. Not only were they marked, but they were marked correctly. They even had a sticker on each of âwell doneâ or âgreat stuffâ.Â
You heard Jake chuckle. âI am a teacher, too, you know.â
âYouâre aâŠTop Gun instructor. Not a third-grade teacher.â
âI do suppose I am over qualified to help but-â
You shook your head. You hadnât meant for it to sound so insulting.
âNo, I-I mean, thank you. But you didnât have to do this. Any of this.â You gestured around your home. âYou already did enough bringing me home.â
âI wanted to ask you about that. Why was it me that brought you home? Surely you have people who you actually like, to be your emergency contact?â
Tyler watched as you fell silent and searched for the words to tell him.Â
âYouâreâŠnot.â Taking a breath, you looked up at him. âTheyâŠthey tried a couple of people. They couldnât make it. One of the nurses knows Penny so called and asked if she had anyoneâs number who I knew. I did try and tell them to just call me a cab.â
He let your words settle over him.Â
âWho?â
âWhat?â
âWho else did you call? Who didnât pick up?â
You listed them off. Most were people in your family and a couple of friends.Â
âI would have fought them on it but-â
âIâm glad you called me.â Jake admitted you. And it struck you. âGive me your phone.â
You slid it over to him. And he called his number from your phone.Â
âIf anything like that happens again, I want you to call me.â
âJake-â
He shook his head. âYouâre not fighting me on this. Fight me on everything else. Anything else. But not this. Call me.â
So you just nodded. âOkay.â
âGood. And eat up, too.â
You did. âYou say that as if weâve got some place to be.â
âWe do.â
âWhere?â
âYouâll see.â
Twenty minutes later he practically shoved you into your bathroom en-suit telling you to shower and get changed.Â
âI thought my nurse was meant to be kind.â
âI am kind!â He said. âAnd Iâm not a nurse. And Iâm a friend.â
You laughed a little at that one.Â
âIâve seen the inside of your junk drawer. Iâm your friend. I have to be, or else I donât have a word for it.â
He did have a point on that. Your junk drawerâŠeven you hadnât seen the inside of that thing in at least a year.Â
So, after getting dressed, taking the last of your antibiotic and forcing some kind of health smoothie Hangman had made you with the blender he found at the back of your cupboard, you found yourself back in the passenger seat of his car.Â
âWhere are we going?â
He said nothing, just smiled and pulled the aviators from his collar and put them on before starting his engine and for a moment you wondered if that was what he did when he got into his jet. Flash his million-dollar smile before starting his jet engine and taking off into the sky. For a moment you wondered what it would be like to watch him land and look over at you just like he did.Â
But then you forced yourself back to reality.Â
This was Jake Seresin, aka Hangman. Given that name because he hangs his team out to dry.Â
But he didnât leave you.Â
In fact, he was the only one to show up.Â
And the first to stay.Â
You read the road signs as best as you could until you realised where he was taking you.Â
âYou know there is a beach like ten minutes from my house.â
He nodded. âI know. But youâre there all the time. Youâve seen that patch a thousand times. This is different.â
âHow? Isnât all sand the same?â
He shrugged, still smiling. âMaybe. But they always say the beach can work a thousand miracles. Come on.â
It was a five minute walk to the bottom.Â
âIs it usually this empty?â
He looked around. âThereâs usually a couple more people, but yeah. This is usually it. Not many people drive this far down. They think itâs not the best but to meâŠcouldnât be more perfect.â
âHuh.â
âWhat?â Jake asked, looking at you.Â
You continued looking out to the water. You shook your head. âNo, nothing. JustâŠnever thought youâd be the sentimental type.â
âWellâŠIâm not.âÂ
You looked at him.Â
âTo most people.â
It was at that moment you felt a small crackle. Either in your chest or your gut, something crackled. And you felt the blanket of hatred you had for Jake Seresin start to fade.Â
His call sign might be âHangmanâ, but you had a strong feeling that when it came to those he cared aboutâŠhe tried his best to stick around. And even if he couldnât, heâd make a memory of them to last a lifetime.Â
 For the rest of the day, you spent most of your time lying on the beach watching the waves or reading your book, which he had packed. And it wasâŠone of the best days youâd had in a long time.Â
âWhy are you doing this?â
âWhat?â Moving the book from his face, Jake looked at you from beneath his shades as you lay on your stomach beside him.Â
âThis? Less than a week ago Iâm pretty sure people would have made money on you and I killing each other. Why are you helping me?â
âBecause you need it. And Iâm pretty sure anyone else would believe you when you say that you donât.â
âAnd you donât believe me?â
He shook his head. âNo.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I know you.â
You scoffed. âWhat do you mean you know me?â
You watched as he smiled and tried to kill the butterflies in your stomach.Â
âY/n.â
You were still getting used to the fact he was using your first name. Usually it was your last, or some sweet nickname like âSweetheartâ that would grate through your entire body.Â
âYou spend most of your time making sure everyone feels okay and is doing okay. The only time you actually let your feelings know is when youâre taking shit to me. You deserve a break. You deserve to take one before your body forces you to have one.â
Hearing his words as he spoke, you slowly sat up until your back was to the water and you were fully facing him.Â
âPlus, your brother asked me to look out for you. And Iâd rather not suffer his wrath again.â
Okay, that had to be complete bull. Your brotherâs wrath when it came to protecting you, that was true. But why ask Jake of all people given he knew your history and track record with him.Â
And what did he mean by again?
You barely had time to ask all of your questions before you watched him stand up, throwing his book closed to the ground. You mentally scolded yourself for letting your eyes wander all over him.Â
You werenât blind to the fact Hangman looked, well, like him. A daring smile, enough charm to charm even the most sourest of people and the body to go with it. But before today, you had been immune. At least, you considered yourself immune since the blanket of hatred that you held for him seemed to block plenty out.Â
Worst of all, he caught you.Â
You knew he caught you because of the smirk on his face and the chuckle that escaped his broad chest.Â
âShut up.â You groaned, forcing yourself to stand. âIâve been in the hospital. My immune system is temporarily weakened.â
âIt isnât the first time Iâve caught you, Sweetheart.â Seresin drawled just as you looked at him both annoyed and confused. And maybe slightly offended that he thought you had, before today, purposefully checked him out.Â
But he just laughed. âCome on, I want to show you something.â
âBut what about our stuff?â
âItâll be safe. I know most of the people on this beach, theyâll make sure nothing happens to it.â
Taking your hand in his, he led you down the beach, under a small cove and through to the otherside where some rocks were covered in seaweed and sand.Â
And for a while, you and Jake explored the place. Youâd never been this far down the beach so finding out it existed was a bonus. Finding seaweed to pop and watching the crabs crawl across some of the rocks was fun.Â
Youâd never stop to take a break. Straight out of college, youâd begun teaching. It had been in your home town until your brother got accepted into Top Gun. And, with an internalised fear of losing him, you moved out to San Diego. You knew after a while heâd be stationed somewhere else, but youâd managed to find a home there. And when your brother was stationed not too far from his Top Gun base, the rest of your family moved closer.Â
Since then, it has been helping them get settled, tutoring their children after spending all day teaching. It was sleepless nights spent alone at home, living off the quickest food you could make because you simply didnât have time to cook. It was running yourself so far into the ground that the one person who you never thought would even step foot into your home was the only one to show up and give you enough space to actually relax.Â
So watching crabs walk along the rocks was fun.Â
And hearing your name, and calling out his name above the waves, without hatred or malice behind it, was fun, too.Â
âCome and look at this.â
Carefully, you made your way over the rocks, trying your best not to slip and hit your head. And you did so, until the last rock before you joined him.Â
Letting out a small yell as you reached out to try and catch yourself, he threw out his hand and caught you.Â
âYou okay?â
âFine.â
âCan you stand?â
You lowered yourself to a lower rock, still holding onto his arms before letting go and allowing yourself to take his hand and help you up the rest of the way.Â
âWhat am I looking at?â
It was a starfish.Â
The rest of the day, you and Jake explored the shore, skipped rocks on the calming water, sunbathed and even took a swim in the water.Â
By the time the sun had set, you found yourself sitting with him on the hood of his car, a pizza box between you both, watching the planes fly from the airport.Â
A week ago, if anyone had told you that you would have done any of this, especially with Hangman, you would never have believed them.Â
âThank you, for your help.â You blurted out as you watched another plane fly into the sky.Â
âYou donât have to thank me.â
âYes, I do.â You wanted him to listen to you. âGiven our track record for being nice to each other, I wouldnât have been surprised if you didnât turn up at the hospital to bring me home. But you did. And you made sure I didnât fall into some kind of coma after it. And today you gave me the first day, I think, ever, where Iâve not done a thousand things for somebody else and enjoyed what I was doing. So, I do need to thank you for that.â
âAre you sayingâŠyouâŠlike me?â
You couldnât stop the smile on your face, but you tried to force it away. âOkay.â
âNo, no. I mean, this is a miracle.â
âYouâre tolerable.â You corrected him.Â
Smiling, he took another slice of pizza. âYou like me.â
âNo, I donât.â
âYou like me. I am now your friend. We are now friends.â
You shook your head, holding in a laugh. âJust shut up and eat your pizza.â
It was safe to say after that, that everyone was shocked at the dynamic between both you and Hangman.Â
They had all gotten so used to the insults and borderline flirty comments youâd both sling each other's way, it had become like white noise. So, when it was gone and replaced with laughter and smiling, it gave everyone a terrified feeling.Â
âIâm guessing theyâre not here yet.â
Penny shook her head as she poured another pint. With a smile, she nodded over to the other end of the bar. âTheyâre over there.â
Twenty minutes later, it had become like a social study for everyone in the bar to watch you and Jake.Â
âDo you think they fucked? Got all that pent up energy out?â
Coyote shook his head. âNo, he would have told me. How long have they been like this? Maybe theyâve been hypnotised into liking each other?â
Rooster shook his head. âThe hypnotist left like three months ago. Maybe theyâreâŠfaking it. Do you think they heard us talking about them last week? About who would kill who first? Maybe theyâre teaming up so nobody wins?â
Penny shook her head as she wiped down the bar. âWell, whatever it is, itâs a nice change. She looks a lot happier. They both do. Who knows, maybe next weâll be holding a wedding here.â
âNot their wedding?â Rooster seemed shocked. âPenny, they were about three insults away from killing each other three weeks ago.â
âLove is blind, as they say.â
For the rest of the night, people watched you and Jake sat together. Seresin and Y/l/n. Hangman and Sweetheart.Â
And then they watched as you walked home.Â
Together.Â
It was safe to say everyone was shocked to their core. For the first time ever, there had been a night where both you and Jake had not only been in the bar at the same time but had also sat together for the whole night, and not once killed each other.Â
Verbally or otherwise.Â
âYou know, youâre not as big of a dick as I thought you were Seresin. Tonight was a nice change.â
âI have been known to be kind once in a while.â
âKeep this up, you might be fit to see another day.â
âSo might you.â Jake replied as he watched you climb the steps of your front porch. âI meant what I said, about taking a break. You deserve one, Y/n.â
You took in what he said with a small nod before adding. âYou know, itâs still freaking me out, you even know my first name.â
âIf it helps, the nurse had to tell me.â He said. âGuess Iâve called you by your last name so much, I forgot your first.â
âIs that why you keep saying it? So you donât forget?â
He shrugged, a slight smirk on his face. âMaybe. Maybe not.â
âYou know, it is okay if you forget it once in a while.â
Jake smiled a little at that. âHow could I forget the name of the woman who once dumped three shots of tabasco sauce into my drink?â
âHey, you canât prove that was me.â
âHey, the bottle was in your hand.â
You unlocked your door. âI still plead not guilty.â
âWhatever you say, Sweetheart. Sure youâre okay on your own?â
You nodded. âIâll be fine. Besides, donât you have an early start in the morning?â
He nodded. âEven so. Call me.â
âGoodnight, Jake.â
âNight, Sweetheart.â
He waited for you to lock your doors before he got into his car and drove back home.Â
The following weeks continued the same way. If anybody who was anybody saw you and Jake âHangmanâ Seresin together, in the same room, talking. They would stop and watch.Â
Never in a million years did anyone expect you and Jake to talk, never mind actually become friends.Â
Each Friday, you met each other at the bar. You both have a drink. Youâd both sit and talk. Maybe some of your old ways were still there with each other, but there was less â25 to lifeâ about it and more âaffectionâ in the words you both said.Â
However, it nearly gave people an aneurysm when they thought you were both actually dating.Â
Two people who were thirty seconds away from physically fighting each other every day had gone from, well, that, toâŠtoâŠto dating?
It couldnât beâŠcould it?
And the rumours that had been spread by one of the bar regulars, after sheâd spotted both of you grocery shopping together before spotting Jakeâs car leave from the top of your road hours later, were only fueled when they heard about what happened at the school.Â
It had been months since you fainted and you had been getting better. You felt better, you felt like you had more energy. And with Jakeâs help you started to feel like a person again. A person who wasnât wholly consumed by their work constantly, whether they were ten miles from the building or not.Â
Except, one morning, you woke up and feltâŠoff.Â
Something wasnât right. You couldnât put your finger on it, but something didnât feel right. Maybe your period was coming early. It has been doing that lately. Surprising you when you least expected or wanted it.Â
Just a few weeks ago, it had arrived early once again. And the pain youâd felt in the days before nearly floored you. And when you hadnât showed up at the bar like youâd agreed to with Jake, he came looking for you. That night heâd taken a quick trip to the grocery store after you told him what happened. He looked after you. Made sure you were okay. The next day, he drove you back to the store and you stocked up on supplies and snacks.Â
It was also later that night when he surprised you by making dinner.Â
Opening up your fridge, you took one of the healthy smoothies that Jake had left you the last time heâd come round, before packing it into your bag and heading to work.Â
Your queasy feelings only got worse. And thenâŠyou felt it.Â
Sticking on a documentary for your class, you took your phone and slowly made your way towards the teachers bathroom, stopping off at the next class.Â
âCan you keep an eye on them for a couple of minutes?âÂ
Your best friend nodded. âCourseâ honey.â Before asking her TA to go next door.Â
âYou okay?â
You tried your best to look okay, despite everything you were feeling inside.Â
âYeah. Yeah. I will be.â
As the TA headed next door, you made your way towards the bathroom, then dialled his number.Â
âHey,â Jake said as he answered. âJust about to call you. Theyâve got a showing of The Wizard of Oz tonight at the theatre, if you wanted to go-â
âJake.â
âAre you okay? Whatâs happened? Is everything okay? Is it your brother-â
âEveryâŠâ You swallowed thickly before carefully lowering yourself onto the floor with your back against the wall, and unlocking the door. âEverythingâs okay, itâs justâŠâ
Jake had a strong feeling he knew what was happening. âIâm on my way. Where are you?â
âSchool bathroom. Teacherâs.â
âOkay.â You could hear him leaving his office and getting into his car. âIs the door unlocked?â
You didnât answer.Â
âY/n.â
âIâm here.â
Jake breathed. âY/n, Sweetheart. Is the door unlocked to the bathroom?â
âYes.â
âDoes anyone else know youâre there?â
You explained what happened as best as you could.Â
âJust, please get here soon?â
âI will, Sweetheart. I promise. Iâm almost there.â
You didnât know how long had passed but it wasnât long before you heard your name being called out by Jake.Â
Pulling the door open a little from the floor, Jake ran towards it and peeked inside. There you were, sat with your knees close to your chest, against the wall.Â
He stepped inside before crouching down.Â
âI-Iâm sorry I called. I just-â
Checking you over, Jake cupped your face. âHey, no. No. Iâm glad you called me. You can always call me. How are you feeling?â
âDizzy. Itâs better now but still like the room is spinning. And Iâm not harnessed in.â
âOkay. Do you think you can stand?â
You gave a small nod. âMaybe.â
Helping you up, Jake took your hands in his and you stood up.Â
âCome on, weâre getting you checked out at the ER.â
You would have fought him on it but considering the last time it happened they kept you in overnight, you went willingly.Â
Thankfully, you didnât pass out even when the dizziness and the nausea felt like they were getting worse.Â
By the time the doctor saw you, she did all of the routine checks before turning and looking at Jake and back to you.Â
âIs there a possibility you could be pregnant? Iâve seen a lot of couples come in here with similar symptoms and-â
Oh shit.Â
âOh, no. I-Iâm not. And heâs not-â
âWeâre- Weâre not together.â
A few more awkward moments like that filled the next couple of hours until both yourself and Jake seemed to give up on correcting people.Â
By the time they discharged you, they told you your blood sugar levels had dropped and your hormones were beginning to change with your cycle. Along with the advice to try and reduce stress.Â
Driving you home that night, Jake made a detour. Towards the diner and then towards the beach along The Hard Deck.Â
It was quiet for a Tuesday evening, but yourself and Jake just sat and ate dinner whilst watching the water push in and pull out constantly across the sand until eventually, laying your head on his shoulder, he placed his arm around your own.Â
âThank you. For everything youâve done for me.â
âThank you for calling me. Are you feeling any better?â
You nodded, gratefully. âJust a little tired, that's all.â
âIâll drop you off at home, soon, if youâd like.â
You nodded then looked at him. And before you could stop yourself, you asked him; âWould you stay with me? Tonight? If you canât- or if you donât want to-â
âIâll stay.â
âA-are youâŠsure?â
Jake nodded, a faint smile on his lips. âIâll stay with you.â
You didnât know what else to say other than thank you, so pressing a light kiss to his cheek, you said as much. âThank you.â
You could have sworn you saw him blush as he smiled and looked down. âAnytime.â
It was odd really, laying beside the man you thought youâd be telling your kids about when you were older. About how much you hated him and how much he hated you, and why neither of you could sit next to each other at the Thanksgiving table every year.Â
Jake had decided to stay in your guest bedroom, but the minute you heard him lay down in his bed, you feltâŠawake. Not wide awake. You were still tired. But you werenât settled. Something inside of you wanted to be closer to him.Â
So, after an hour of laying on your back, staring at your ceiling and listening to the distant shore line, with the odd rumble of a carâs engine running up and down the road every now and again, you got up.Â
Jake had left his door open. If you shouted for him, or needed him, he would be able to hear you. Usually, heâd be out like a light, waking up at the smallest of noises. But this time, he couldnât sleep.Â
Instead, his mind was going over the fact you had called him when you were at work. And the fact that he enjoyed it when you were with him. That he was the one you chose to lean on. And the fact that he wished he was down the hall with you at that moment, then lay alone in the dark in your guest bedroom.Â
Then he heard you.Â
From the dim, moonlit hallway, he saw you.Â
âHey, everything-â
âCan I stay with you?â
Already half way up, Jake paused for a second. Then nodded. ââCourse. Come âere.â
Walking over, Jake pulled the covers back and you climbed under them before feeling his arm wrap around you. And your arms came around him, one over his shoulder and round his neck, the other by his side.Â
Instinctively, he pulled one of your legs across him and held it there whilst his other arm remained securely around your back, holding you to him.Â
âIs this okay?â
He felt you nod and he nervously swallowed.Â
âAre you okay, Sweetheart?â
In a quiet voice, your breath against his neck, you answered. âBetter now.â
Pressing a kiss to your head, you nuzzled into each other.Â
âGood.â
Not too long after that, you both fell asleep.Â
And when you both woke up, neither of you wanted to move.Â
If this had somehow happened six months ago, you probably would have thrown each other to the other side of the room. But it wasnât six months ago. And youâd come to know Jake asâŠJake. Who took care of his friends, and made sure everyone was okay and was kind and caring andâŠa lot of other things you didnât want to think about at six oâclock in the morning.Â
And the way he was looking at you at that moment made you think about other things that you didnât want to think about.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â Jake asked after a few moments of watching you study him.Â
âThat you need to stop looking at me like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike youâŠlike me.â
Jake smiled. âI do like you, Sweetheart.â
âJake.â
Then, for a moment, everything feltâŠserious. His tired smile dropped a little from his lips as he looked at you.Â
âDo you trust me?â
You felt your heartbeat pick up in your chest and for a moment, you wondered if he could hear it.Â
âYes.â
Tucking your hair behind your ear, you felt him cup your cheek. âY/nâŠâ
He seemed nervous.Â
âCan I kiss you?â
If you had let yourself think about it long enough, you never would have guessed Jake âHangmanâ Seresin, who went after whatever, and usually whoever he wanted, would ask if he could kiss. Youâd always assumed that he was so confident in life and with women that heâd know. That heâd see the small signals. Or even the loud ones. And justâŠkiss a girl.Â
But no.Â
He asked.Â
And something in your gut jumped.Â
So you answered; âYes.â
Nervously, he licked his lips before he leaned in. And kissing him feltâŠweird. Because it feltâŠnormal. Unlike anything else youâd felt in your life.Â
You managed to pull him closer, until he was leaning above you. âIs this okay?â
âYes.â
From there, the softer, searching kisses slowly faded away and turned into something more. More wanting, more needing. Feeling his hands move down your body before he gripped your hips, and pulled you closer to him and carefully slid them back up until the fabric of your t-shirt began to bunch together.Â
Feeling him press into your thigh, you let out a small noise that was only swallowed by his kiss. Swiftly, he pulled you across him, your legs straddling his lap before he sat up. Once more, he pushed the hair from your face and took you in, in the rising daylight.Â
No words were spoken out loud, but everything was said.Â
Leaning down, you kissed him again before letting your own hands move down his chest and towards the hem of his t-shirt. Except, just as he pulled you closer by your waist, his hips rocking into you, you both jolted at the sound of his alarm.Â
âSorry.â Jake quickly turned and switched it off. You were both going to be late for work.Â
âIf we donât get ready now, weâre gonna be late.â
Looking at him, you didnât know fully what to say. It had just been the hottest make out session of your life, with a guy six months ago people would have bet money on you killing. And youâd both been cock-blocked by his alarm.Â
âIâll meet you here, after work?â
That made you smile. âOkay.â
Then he did, too. âOkay.â Before throwing his phone to the side and pulling you down to kiss him. But as you pulled away, he groaned, trying to pull you back to continue but you walked a good three feet away from the bed.Â
âCanât be late, Hangman. Youâve got pilots to teach.â
With a coy smile, he was standing in front of you within seconds before lifting you onto the dresser behind you. This time, it was you trying to pull him back when he stopped kissing you. But he just stood back and let out a small chuckle.Â
âWeâve both got students to teach, Sweetheart. We stay here any longer, theyâre both gonna miss us.â
One final kiss to your lips, he stood back and practically ran away before you could grab hold of him.Â
Twenty minutes later, he was showered and dressed for the day and had poured you a coffee to-go as well as packed you another smoothie and grabbed your lunch for you before youâd come downstairs, dressed and began loading the last of the exam papers into your bags.Â
He dropped you back off at work, however, when you realised he was waiting in the parking lot for you to enter, you left your bags by the pillar and walked back. With his window already being down, you leaned in and kissed him, feeling his hand cup the back of your head.Â
âSee you tonight?â
âSee you tonight.â
The day for either of you couldnât have felt longer. And by the time Jake came walking through your back door, dropping his bag onto one of the pantry hooks, he couldnât have been more relieved to see you.Â
And for a moment, he just watched you as you sat on the sofa with crossed legs, flipping through a textbook and making notes. Softly, he approached you from behind before wrapping his arms around your shoulders.Â
You smiled.Â
âHey, Sweetheart.â
âYouâre back.â
You felt him relax against you. âFinally.â
âThereâs some food. I made you a plate in the oven.â
He pressed a kiss to your head before walking towards the kitchen. âI would have cooked.â
âI know, but I needed the distraction.â
Waltzing back inside holding onto the warm plate, he smirked as he popped a fork-full of veg into his mouth. You could already feel your cheeks heating and from the look on his face, he could see it clear as day.Â
âDistraction from what?â
âNothing in particular.â
âNothing, huh?â
At some point, he put down his plate and rounded back to the sofa, standing behind you before pressing soft kisses into the side of your neck.Â
âJake.â
The way you said his name went straight to his dick.Â
As he moved your hair, you leaned to grant him more access. A satisfied smirk came to his lips as he watched your legs move to straighten out.Â
âIâve been thinking about you all day, Sweetheart.â
Eventually, you felt Jake move away but he appeared again, lowering himself in front of you. Taking the textbooks and notes from you and placing them on the coffee table behind him, he leaned forward and pulled you in to kiss him.Â
âHave you been thinking about me?â
Feeling his hand move up your thigh and towards your shorts, you leaned in closer. âHave you, Sweetheart?â
âYes,â your voice came out breathy.Â
âIs this okay?â
You nodded.Â
âI need words, darlinâ.â
âYes. Yes, itâs okay.â
As time passed, the small part of you that was still able to function started to ask questions. Like why you had hated him so much in the first place? And how you almost missedâŠhim.Â
And by the time you woke up in the morning, Jake practically wrapped around you like a boa constrictor, you had come to a new conclusion.Â
You didnât hate him anymore.Â
You hadnât hated him for a long time.Â
All opinions you had of him, especially after a night of mindblowing sex, had been shot out of the water.Â
Jake âHangmanâ Seresin was no longer the man you thought he was. The man you had come to know and lo-Â
The man you had come to know was a man that showed up. And stayed. He was someone that took care of the people he cared about. He was someone that would fix things in your home without you asking. He was someone that cooked meals, even if it was almost one oâclock in the morning and you were craving a grilled cheese. He was someone that, even after sex, took care of you in a way nobody had ever even thought about doing before. He was someone that you could trust and respect, and did so.Â
Jake âHangmanâ Seresin was a man that had proved your theories wrong and he was a man that you realised you were falling for.Â
And in some ways, that scared you. And in some ways, it didnât.Â
Because, for as much as he could be so sure of himself. So bold. So confident, it bordered on cocky. You were also sure of him. Sure that, if he was feeling the same things you felt, that he wouldnât let you hurt yourself when you fell, but rather heâd catch you.Â
And it, surprisingly, didnât take him very long.Â
By the time you woke up in the morning and headed downstairs, freshly dressed in a worn Top Gun hoodie and a pair of sleep shorts, you started making breakfast. However, as you stood at the stove, flipping the bacon, you felt a newly familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind.Â
Dropping his chin to your shoulder, Jake pulled you close to his chest.Â
âGood morning.â
âMorningâ.â He drawled. âWhatchaâ cookinâ?â
âBacon and eggs. Thereâs also toast in the toaster.â
With a smile, Jake pressed a kiss to your exposed collar which caused you to let out a small giggle before quickly turning the stove off.Â
âYouâve gotta be careful, Hangman. Youâll make me burn breakfast.â
He hummed a response. âI had a couple other meals in mind.â
âOh really? Like what?â
With his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck where you suspected heâd just left another hickey, he slowly turned you around. âI can think of one.â
Finally facing him, he kissed you as you fumbled with the last temperature gauge and turned it off. Picking you up, he carried you away from the counter near the stove to the one complete opposite.Â
âYouâre driving me insane dressed like this.â He mumbled against your kiss. âWearing my shirt.â
âYour shirt?â You asked as his lips moved to your neck.Â
Looking at you for a moment, half drunk on your kiss, he nodded. âDidnât you know, Sweetheart? This here is mine.â Pinching some of the fabric between his fingers he shook it as he told you so.Â
You laughed. âNo itâs not.â
He nodded. âGod's honest truth. Your brother stayed at mine one night after heâd gone out drinking. Lost his shirt, donât ask me how. Stole one of my hoodies. Never got it back.â
âHow do you know this is yours?â
With a smile, Jake showed you the small hole that youâd made a little bigger over the years from when youâd get nervous. âThis right here. Loose thread got caught in a cabinet I was fixing in my room. Pulled at it too hard. AndâŠâ
Jake watched as your expression changed a little, hungry for more of his touches, as he pushed his hand slowly up the inside of your- his hoodie.Â
A slight smirk, he pulled at the side tag and showed you. And it baffled you how youâd never noticed before.Â
J.H.S
âSee. But, I have to say, Sweetheart. It looks better on you than it ever did me.â
And as he was looking at you, he asked you something else. âLet me take you out on a date. A real one. You know, seeing you like thisâŠI never want to see anyone else like this but you.â
âJakeâŠâ
âIâm being serious. Sweetheart, I want you. And not just temporarily.â Then he looked away as he said the next part. âIâd get itâŠif you didnât want that. God knows you and I donât have the best history when it comes to even getting along but-â
âI want to date you.â
He looked up at you.Â
âI want to date you,â you repeated. âBelieve me, half of the time I donât get it myself. How weâve gone from one extreme to the other, but I knowâŠI know I want you around.â
âI want you around, too.â
âSo, yes.â
Jake smiled. âYes?â
You smiled back. âYes. Take me out on a date, Jake Seresin.â
Leaning forwards, he kissed you. And before long, your hands started to feel for the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head.Â
It was safe to say, when you and Jake walked into The Hard Deck in the evening after your official first date, hand in hand before he pressed a kiss to your lips, a lot of people were shocked.Â
And lost a lot of money.Â
But Penny won it all.Â
She knew the minute Jake saw you, and your brother scolded him, that something would happen. After all, Hangman was known for going after what he wanted. She just never expected to have to be the one to force you to be in the same room and for that room to be a hospital.
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i have an idea :]
ok so i always see people asking for gentle/needy/desperate choso. and i love it, butâŠ
what about unassumingly ruthless choso? reader doesnât know what sheâs getting into? reader is cocky and gets humbled FAST? idk i justâŠ
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â€ïž à»đ choso who puts his cute bratty gf in her place
warnings. fem! reader, attempted brat taming, doggystyle, big dick choso, unprotected.
youâve always been one to push his buttons, mainly because he always made it so easy.
choso was as intimidating as a kitten, whenever youâd tease him heâd always keep composure or restrain himself.
briefly smiling nervously, kissing your wrist and telling you to be a good girl and wait until you each return home.
but one day, he kind of just snapsâŠ
he takes you home from shopping nearly all day with you, and you were enthusiastically ecstatic. you wondered what heâd do this time, but your thoughts were no match for what he had initially planned. to put it brief, choso had you laid on the bed on all fours. heâs drilling ruthlessly into your pussy and youâre justâŠspeechless. chosoâs so handsy, every few seconds heâd spank your ass to hear you whine out his nameâin such two slutty syllables.
âc-choso..â youâd moan, the left side of your cheek attached practically to the silk bed sheets as if it was velcro.
âshh, no talkin, princess,â he grunts, and you could hear the slight whine picking up his voice before he stops himself. âi-i have to be more stern with you it seems. canât always be so nice, gotta humble you just a little bit, fuck.â
if it was a word to perfectly describe you right now, at this particular momentâŠit would for sure beâŠdumbfounded.
you couldnât see yourself but youâd bet money you looked stupid.
chosoâs dick was so lengthy, appetizing and hitting every spot with just the tiniest amount of pressures his thrusts had you gnawing on the inside of your cheek with your toes curling tightly.
âwhatâs the matter? no more attitude?â he huffs, tilting his head to move some remaining strands that were starting to occlude his vision.
âi-if youâre gonna be rough, at least go hââ
ââŠoh, baby, youâre jusâ asking for it by this point.â he murmurs, wiping his forehead with the back of his palm.
your eyes rolls at feeling the very tips the curve of chosoâs cock kiss against your folds. so deep, his thrusts were sloppy. purely responsible for the squelched that continuously sang throughout the room.
choso grabs onto both of your waist, and you moan once heâs just dragging your hips back and forth against him, making sure you feel every thick inch of his.
âdo me a favor ân arch your back more,â immensely, you doâyour body responds to choso with such a quickness it was simply humiliating. âgood girlâŠ.now,â and you barely recognize chosoâs voice. usually itâs so sweet and tender, now it was rough and a bit husky, a rasp hidden underneath each sentence he spoke.
needless to say, you found this version of choso to be quite hot.
âwait,â he pauses, pausing the mood with his own cute stammer in his voice, back to normal. ânot goin' to rough, am i? i want you to be comfortable and-â
âbaby, âm fine. keep fucking me please.â you pleaded, feeling his hips stutter as he was in the middle of talking. even trying to keep up a act, he still wanted to make sure you were okayâchoso simpers to himself, caressing your ass before spanking it yet another time.
âokay okay,â he hums. his hips pick up again and youâre basically being pounded into the bed. the grip he had on your hips wasnât too rough but just the perfect amount.
chosoâs breathing starts to pick up, and he enjoys the view of you more than he thought he would. his head goes back, along with his let down hair before he pivots his hips a certain way. your pussy clamped down against him and you hear his jaw clench in pleasure. ââŠshit.â
your legs quavered beneath him, and he then used a hand to bring both of your wrists behind your back. âj-just like that choso, please, please.â
âbaby, youâre not supposed to be praising me,â he pouts, and you giggle before moaning again â a sudden moment occurs where you thickly swallow, only to continue your sweet whimpers. âthis was s-supposed to be a punishment.â
âso punish me then.â you mewled, your cunt easily hugs him like a vice, the noise it makes, a wet pop and youâre just soaked. chosoâs ears grows hot from the feeling and he knows you can feel it too.
he sighs, shoving you further into the bed. âyouâre something else.â and his voice grows low and pitched againâyet choso does the unexpected. he leans right into you, and you instantaneously feel the heel of his foot press against the very back of your head.
he wore socks, the soft padded wool brushes against your neck, and heâs roughly driving into your pussy now to where you canât even saying anything.
all that came out of your dumb mouth was a squeal, this angleâŠ
âlet me have you,â he grunts, balls deep, his base was thick and repeatedly thwacked against your entrance. you were dizzyâŠdrunk, but not that kind of drunk. the good kind where all you could think about was how good you were getting stuffed by your boyfriendâs hefty cock. âyeah, just lie down and let meâfuck.â
youâre panting, and it felt so good.
choso was always used to being gentle and tender with you, although if you wanted him to be a little rougher, he was more than happy to oblige.
âi-iâm gonna cum, choso⊠gonna make me cum.â
âdonât think you deserve it, he utters, and your lips part, jaw dropping, plethora of sweetened moans only escaping as a subtle response. âyouâve been teasing me all day. even started to stroke me in the dressing room.â
âs-sorry.â you moaned.
choso remains with his foot near the back of your head before pursing his eyebrows together. âyouâre not sorry are you, baby? be honest.â
ânâno,â you whined, the thickness of his shaft twitching inside of you felt so heavenly. you could have sworn you felt a vein that ran down his length pulse inside of your tight cunt. âyouâre right, youâre right, âm not s-sorry.â
he chuckles. âyou could have just lied, you know?â
chosoâs angle and thrusts against you were so pivotal inside you, so astonishingly deep that not even moments later you end up cumming hard. leaving a ring around his base. your breathing was irregular and heavy, eyes half-lidded and just convulsing underneath him.
âmessy girl,â he whispers, pulling out, not even caring that he didnât finish, all that matters was that you did. choso turns you over before planting a kiss on your lipsâyou pull him in for another, and another, before you make him trample onto you. âdid you learn your lesson?â
âno,â you moaned, sitting up before lightly shoving him down on his back, straddling his lap now. âi want more.â
choso smirks, sliding a hand down your waist, fully disregarding his flustered face at seeing you attempt to take control. âof course you do, brat.â
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insecurity
pairing: steve harrington x reader
summary: after you become closer to a certain metalhead, steve can't stop the insecurities that stem from his previous relationship. when it all becomes too much, you are left to deal with his outrage.
warnings: arguments, angst, steve is mean, panic attack (fluff ending ofc)
a/n: idk, this was supposed to be short and sweet but i got carried away!
The bell above you jingled as you entered Family Video, stopping briefly to glance around the shop for a certain brown-haired boy who had managed to capture your heart a little over six months ago. It didnât take long to spot him, a grin plastered on his face as he stood behind the counter. With crossed arms, leaning his hip against the wooden edge, nodding along half-heartedly to whatever Robin was saying. She sat cross-legged on the desk, arms moving wildly as she spoke, her face lighting up as she noticed your presence.Â
âThere she is! Finally, I canât tolerate this man for much longer,â she says with a huff, kicking her feet off the counter and pointing at Steve who was clearly not as into the conversation as she was. His attention hasnât strayed from you since you came in. âYour turn.â
âLucky for you,â he begins, briefly glancing in Robinâs direction, pointing back towards her as you rounded the corner to emphasise his point. âShe tolerates me for hours.â
He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek as you leaned into him, whispering a hello before smirking in Robinâs direction. âIâd say itâs more than tolerating,â you add.
Steve has a smug look on his face at your comment, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. You can feel the warmth he radiates through his jumper, his fingers finding your jaw to tilt your head up to meet his eyes.Â
The moment between you both was swiftly interrupted by a loud gagging noise. âOkay. Iâm third-wheeling. Gross.â Robin stated as she hopped off her makeshift throne with a huff.
You roll your eyes, still trapped in Steveâs embrace, not ready to let go just yet. âYou sure youâre not just jealous Rob?â
âPssh,â she scoffs as she throws a VHS tape from one hand to the other. âSure. If I wanted someone who canât alphabetise for shit, then yes. Iâd be all over Harrington.â
âOuch,â Steve pipes up from your side. âAlso I donât want to hear anything from you after what you did to the returns bin. Itâs chaos.â
âOrganised chaos, maybe,â she replies as she points the VHS directly at Steve. âMy system is far superior.â
You glance over at your boyfriend, a look of disbelief at her previous statement, he was about to interrupt but Robin quickly changed the subject. âI thought you were supposed to come by here yesterday? Or was I making that up?â
âOh, I was. But Dustin asked me last minute if I was free,â you tell her. âHe introduced to to his friendâEddie? I think he mentioned him before. We all hung out for a bit.â
The words slip out of your mouth naturally and a small smile graces your lips as you remember the day before. What you donât notice is the way Steve stiffens beside you. His hand, which was fitted perfectly against your shoulder, tensed slightly. Unbeknownst to you.Â
âEddie?â He asks, forcing his voice to stay light and cheerful. He wouldnât dream of dampening your bright mood. Not when you had gone out of your way to drop by and see him. Although, that fact did nothing to stop the unsettling feeling in his stomach.Â
You nod enthusiastically as he pays you his full attention, admiring the way your hair bounces along with your movements. It briefly distracts him from overthinking, that is, until you open your pretty mouth again. âYeah, you know Dustinâheâs always finding new people to drag into his D&D world. Eddieâs super into it, too.â
His jaw tightens, his smile falters and he hopes to god you donât notice, masking it with a casual nod. Eddie Munson, he thinks and cannot help the bitterness he feels. Of course, he remembers the metal head from high school, Dustin had been mentioning him more too. He never cared about popularity, the social hierarchy. Just⊠did his own thing. No matter what others thought of him.Â
Steve was all Ralph Lauren polos and Members Only jackets, tender smiles and sickly sweet kisses. Eddie was band patches and ripped jeans, unapologetic and confident. Not like Steve at all. The total opposite in fact.
He glances at you in the corner of his eye, then quickly back to the counter, the knot in his chest growing tighter. He knew, he knew, he was reading too much into it, but he just couldnât stop himself. Especially after Nancy broke his heart. It was only when he met you that it began to heal again.Â
Is that what youâre into? The carefree, rebellious type? While Steve has spent his entire high school career trying to fit the mold, Eddie has smashed it. And what did he have to show for it? A washed-up ex-popular kid working at a video store? Not a lot, clearly.
âSo⊠what did you guys get up to?â He asks, fiddling with the pen on the desk, trying to act as indifferent as possible.Â
âNot much. Just hung out, talked about D&D for a bit,â you reply with a shrug. âDustin thinks he is some kind of genius when it comes to that game.â
Robin chimes into the conversation, unaware of the tension radiating from the brunette next to you. âWell, if youâre into D&D Eddie is the go-to around here,â she tells you. âIt sounds like youâre his next recruit.â
Steveâs laugh is forced this time, and you notice it, a small frown appearing on your face. He curses himself internally, quickly leaning over to place a kiss on the side of your head, a reassuring gesture for the both of you. âSounds fun,â he says softly. âMaybe next time I could tag along.â
Just so he can see what Eddieâs intentions are, see if he is testing his luck with you. He has already lost one girlfriend to another guy so it seemed like a normal thing to investigate. Nothing weird about that⊠right?
You laugh and shake your head, patting his broad chest playfully. âTrust me, Steve, you donât have to do that. D&D is certainly not your thing.â
He deflated at your statement, even though it was definitely true. He lets out a chuckle to ease the insecurity he is feeling. âYeah, Iâll leave the nerd stuff to Dustin and Eddie,â he says, trying to play it off as nothing serious.Â
You see the sad look that penetrates his features, mistaking it for him just feeling left out. You grab his hand and give it a small squeeze. âAm I still alright to come over to your tomorrow? Evening sound good?â You ask, hoping he could see how much you still wanted to spend time with him, despite your new friend.
âOf course, angel,â he replies, completely melting at the soft tone of your voice, looking up at him with those gentle eyes of yours. You could probably make him do anything with that expression on your face. He canât resist stealing another kiss from you when you look like that. You smile up at him as he reluctantly pulls away.Â
âOkay, great!â You wave as you make your way to the door, bell ringing as you open it. âIâll see you tomorrow.â
He watches you leave until you are no longer visible, the tightness in his stomach easing ever so slightly at the thought of having you all to himself tomorrow. Just him. His girl.Â
As soon as he turns around, Robin is smirking directly at him, arms crossed across her chest. âSo, whatâs the deal with Eddie?â She asks, her tone teasing. âYou gonna join Hellfire now?â
Steve rolls his eyes at her, already dreading the incoming round of quips. âHell no, Iâm not touching that stuff.â
âAw, câmon Steve. I think you would make a great dungeon master,â she doesnât even bother trying to hide the laugh that is bubbling in her throat. âYou certainly are dramatic enough for it, you know? âKing Steveâ and all that.â
âYeah right,â he mutters, growing more irritated by the second. He usually had all the time in the world for her jabs, but currently? The tapes in his hands were the most interesting thing in the world to him as he tried to brush her off. âIâm retired from the whole âkingâ thing, remember?â
She grins as she leans across the wooden counter, standing on her tiptoes to get closer to him. âTrue, true. But at least we know Eddie is pretty chill now, we donât just have to take Dustinâs word for it.â
There it is, that name againâEddie. He says nothing as he grabs more tapes off the side. Not that it served any purpose, just anything to keep his hands busy and mind preoccupied.Â
âI mean, I have never really spoken to him,â she continued as she paced the shop floor, stopping only to place another VHS in her ânewly organisedâ returns section. âBut heâs got that whole ârebel without a causeâ thing going on. You know? Itâs pretty admirable.â
Yeah, I know, Steve thinks sourly. Thatâs precisely the problem. He does know. The free spirit who never once cared about fitting in, or pleasing anyone, and now here he wasâDustinâs new best friend and the subsequent new guy in your life.Â
âYeah, well,â Steve forces out another fake laugh, just as badly hidden as the first. âGood for him.â
Robin turns to face him directly, noticing the strain in his voice. âYouâre not⊠jealous, are you?â
Her question catches him off guard, fumbling with the tape in his hand and nearly dropping it. âWhat? No. Why would I be jealous of Eddie Munson?â
âAlright, alright, no need to get defensive,â she holds her hands up in surrender, her eyes still trained on him. âItâs just⊠I donât know. Youâre acting weird?â
He didnât respond right away, focusing on a blank point between two VHS tapes in front of him, he repeated the question in his mind. Weird? He wasnât being weird. Was he?
Shrugging his shoulders casually, he glances at the clock, suddenly wishing for the small arms to go faster so he could see you againâjust the two of you. No Eddie. No distractions. Just you and him alone. Maybe then he could stop himself from spiralling. He couldnât get the thought out of his mind for the rest of his shift, not when he had seen this story play out once before, with him ending up on the losing side.Â
Laughter filled the cramped space of Eddieâs trailer. Dustin had invited you over here a few hours earlier and now here you were, doubled over on his couch, clutching at your sides as Eddie continues his ridiculous story. âAnd thenâthen he turned around and slammed right into the closet door! Swear to God, I thought he was gonna be out cold!â He finished, completely in stitches at his own tale.Â
Dustin was practically rolling on the floor at this point, teeth on full show as he tried to get his words out cohesively. âHow did you find these people, Eddie?!â He gasped between his giggles.Â
You were wiping away the tears from your eyes, way past the point of caring if your makeup was smudged. As you came back to reality, you glanced over at the clock, freezing completely as you registered the time.Â
âOh, shit,â you muttered, your stomach dropping. âGuys, I gotta go. Likeâlike right now.â
You immediately leapt up off the worn-out couch, grabbing your jacket in a hurry and shoving your feet into your shoes. You had about ten minutes to be at Steveâs front door and had completely lost track of the time. âHeâs gonna kill me,â you mumbled under your breath as you reached for your bag. Even though it wasnât true, it was more likely he would be moping around the living room, glancing at the front door every couple of minutes awaiting your arrival. Just sad that he couldnât get to spend more time with you. Steve didnât get angry with you. Ever.Â
Eddie raised an eyebrow, his form still draped across the couch. âWhatâs the rush princess? Hot date with Steve?â
You briefly glanced over in his direction, looking increasingly flustered. âWell, yeah,â you admitted. âI was supposed to be there, uh, now.â
Before you could bolt out the door, you heard a groan coming from across the room. âDonât sweat it, Iâll drive you.â Eddie rose from his seat and grabbed his keys from the coffee table in front of him, twirling them around his finger. âNo way Iâm letting you bike all the way there.â
You blinked in surprise at his offer. âReally? Are you sure? You honestly donât have toââ
Eddie waved his hand in your direction, ignoring your concern. âItâs no problem. Besides, Iâm not gonna be responsible for you showing up at Steveâs all sweaty and out of breath. The guy would kill me,â He shot a teasing grin in your direction as he headed to the door, holding it open as both you and Dustin ducked under his arm, heading straight for his van.Â
The journey was easy, with Eddie being a surprisingly safe driver, music as loud as his personality. In between the heavy guitar riffs that thumped through the radio, he turned to you with a mischievous expression. âSo⊠you and Steve, huh?â
You felt the blush rise to your cheeks at his comment, not getting a chance to respond as he continued. âI just meant youâre good together, you know? I never really saw him as the âsettle down with a girlfriendâ type. But hey, they say love changes a person.â
You drew your gaze away from the passing trees, unable to hold the smile that had spread across your face. âYeah, heâsâheâs really great,â you admitted softly. You could barely put into words how great he was without gushing, so that small line would have to do for now. If Eddie only saw how Steve treated you, both in public and private, all his questions would certainly be answered.Â
Steve may not have had the same chaotic energy as Eddie or Dustin, but that didnât matter one bit. Steve was⊠solid. Reliable. He made you feel safe. Made you feel cherished.Â
The long-haired boy next to you shrugged, his tone still kind. âHey, if Dustin likes him, well thatâs saying something. The kid is picky when it comes to his friends.â
Dustin, now making his presence known from the back seat, spoke up. âDamn right!âÂ
As Eddie pulled up in front of the large house, he leaned over the centre controls, giving you a playful nudge. âDonât keep him waiting any longer. I bet he is pacing a hole in the floor.â
You playfully glare at him as you pop the door open. âHeâs not that bad.â
âSure,â he replied, rolling his eyes. âWell, tell him Dustin and I said hey.â
âWill do,â you replied as you hopped out of the van. You waved at the two of them as they began to drive away, heavy metal music blaring as they faded into the distance. Your smile from Eddieâs previous comment was still lingering on your lips as you bounded up to the front door, excitedly ringing the bell.Â
What you didnât see was Steve had witnessed the entire interaction from his windowâyour expression as you laughed with Eddie and Dustin, how you looked so at ease and comfortable around them. You hadnât even known them for that long. The sight twisted something ugly up inside of him, insecurities that were larger than he knew. He didnât know how to handle them, the thought of being left behind.Â
The door swung open after a few moments, and there stood your Steve, leaning casually against the door frame as he looked you up and down. God, he was whipped. âHey, there you are,â he said with that classic, easy, Steve smile, relief washing over him the second he laid eyes on you.Â
You took a step forward, eager to close the distance between the two of you as you wrapped your arms around his waist âSorry Iâm late.â
He chucked as he returned your embrace, sturdy arms enveloping you. âNo worries, Iâm always happy to wait.âÂ
The statement was true. Way too true, and that fact started to scare him.
You leaned up to press your lips against his, he was soft, familiar, and for a second, it felt like everything was perfect. He held the door open for you to step inside, the scent of his earthy cologne filled your senses.Â
He followed you into the living room, watching you kick off your shoes, holding his arm out just in case you toppled over. He had made that mistake only once in the past, the bruise on your leg was huge. Youâre clumsy nature may have been endearing, but heâll be damned if you hurt yourself on his watch. Â
âYou didnât ride your bike?â He asked, subtly trying to figure out exactly why you had gotten out of the familiar van.Â
âI was lucky Eddie offered me a lift. I kind of lost track of time,â you said nonchalantly, kicking your shoes into the corner.Â
His posture stiffened for the briefest moment at your confirmation. Honestly, he had hoped that what he saw five minutes earlier was just a figment of his imagination. âOh, cool,â he forced himself to keep his tone light. âThat was nice of him.â
You didnât notice how fake the plastered smile on his face was as you settled onto the couch, already making yourself at home as you reached for the throw blanket. âSo, whatâs the plan for tonight hm? Movies? Snacks? Oh, did you order pizza?â You rambled, getting more excited with each question. It put his mind at ease a little bit to see you this giddy with excitement. If he let himself believe that he was the cause, maybe he could stop worrying.Â
He beamed and moved to join you, resting his head against the pillows as he glanced down at your pure expression. âAll of the above, sweetheart. But we are not repeating what you told me a few weeks ago that eating leftover pizza for breakfast was ânutritionally balancedâ.â
You giggled as you unfurled the blanket, taking extra care to make sure he was fully covered. âIt is balanced! Carbs, protein, maybe a vegetable if thereâs a stray pepper.â
âRight,â Steve smirked as he drew out the word, trying to get on board with your reasoning. Reaching over for the remote to turn the movie on.Â
As the credits for the cheesy rom-com rolled across the screen, you stretched your stiff body out. You untucked yourself from his side, resulting in a frown from Steve, not quite ready to let you go yet.Â
âI still donât get why we always watch these,â you speak over the ending soundtrack. âAll the girl ever does is swoon over the guy, ignoring all the red flags until itâs too late.â
He rests his arm on the back of the couch, placing his chin on top of it to give you his full attention. âWhat can I say? Iâm a sucker for a happy ending.â
You roll your eyes and nudge his foot with your own. âSuch a romantic.â
Steve blushes before turning away, giving you a casual shrug. âI just like them. Who knows, I could always start serenading you under your window, the whole nine yards.â
âSerenade, huh?â You chuckle, angling your head to lean against his arm. âDo you even know how to play an instrument?â
He drew his face towards you, scrunching his nose in your direction. âI can learn. Get some guitar lessons.â
Maybe you like guitar. Eddie plays the guitar.Â
You giggle at the mental image of Steve strumming clumsily, tongue poking out in concentration, getting frustrated with the sheet music that would be scattered around him. âOh, Iâd pay to see that.â
He runs his hand through your hair, admiring your soft features illuminated by only the TV screen. âYou wouldnât have to pay. If you wanted it, Iâd do it for free.â
He meant every word. If it kept you in his life, he would practise until his fingers bled.Â
âHas anyone told you how much of a sap you are?â You ask, but it lacks its usual teasing.Â
âYeah, but Iâm your sap,â he replies, words overflowing with tenderness.Â
You look at him closely. Really look at him. His loving smile falters slightly under your gaze, eyes flickering downwards to hide his expression more.Â
Shifting towards him, you lay a hand across his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart quicken at your touch. âWhatâs wrong?â
Steve blinks, another smile forced, not quite reaching his eyes. God, why did you have to ask it like that? In a sweet tone, filled with concern. He thought he was good at lying. All those secret parties he held in his parentâs absence, brushing off their questions about various missing decorations that most likely had been broken. Nobody noticed when his heart was broken a few years back. When he could hardly drag himself to work. But somehow, you could pick him apart easily.Â
âNothing,â he lies, trying to brush you off. âJustâŠthinking.â
âAbout what?â
He sighs, his fingers tracing an aimless pattern on your shoulder as he avoids looking at you. âJustâŠus, I guess. Wondering if Iâm actually good at this whole âboyfriendâ thing or if youâre just humouring me.â
The confession made him feel exposed. He regretted saying anything at all.Â
You frown at his admission, âWhat? Why would you think that?â You canât hide the shock from your voice. This is the same boy who kept your favourite tea stocked in his cupboard, the same boy who built your entire bookcase when you mentioned you were struggling with the instructions, the same boy who even phoned the doctorâs office for you when you were too scared to talk to the receptionist. Â
He ticked every box and more, your heart broke for how he felt.Â
âI donât knowâŠSometimes I wonder if Iâm gonna screw this up. Like, if Iâm just temporary.â His eyes are still glued to his lap, unable to look away. If only he didnât have this much baggage.Â
You furrow your brows, reaching up to cup his cheek, tilting his head so heâs forced to meet your eyes. âSteve, youâre not temporary. Okay? Youâre not some placeholder to me.â
He leans into your touch, his hand covering yours for a moment. But even though he smiles softly at your words, the doubt still lingers in his eyes.
âI guess weâll see,â he murmurs, the vulnerability heavy in his voice.
You sigh, realising this is a result of something more going on, but you still give him a gentle look. You have no problem reassuring him. You could tell him one hundred times how cherished he is without complaint. As many times as it took to make the message stick. If thatâs what it took, you would gladly do it.Â
Steve was buzzing as soon as he got off the phone with Kieth. His presence at the video store was not required today, and he had been planning how to surprise you all morning. Acting as giddy as a high schooler. He hadnât had the chance to see you since you last hung out at his place and he really wanted to do something sweet. Not out of the lingering insecurity he was feeling, but he wanted to see you happy. Especially when it was because of him.Â
He tried to go the extra mile today, waking up early and driving to the nice florist on the other side of town, just to make sure he got the freshest flowers. A little effort from him means a big smile from youâtotally worth it in his book. The bouquet was huge, it sat in your usual place, in the passenger seat. He specifically chose your favourite colour as the wrapping paper, and the bow that secured it too. Smiling to himself as he pictured your reaction.Â
Climbing the steps to your little apartment, something you were so excited to finally be able to afford with your job, his heart beat with anticipation. He easily fished out the spare key you had given him, smiling as the tiny keychain dangled from itâa tiny VHS tape you had been so proud to find at the flea market, insisting on putting it on yourself because it âneeded some flairâ. It was a thoughtful gesture, it made him feel warm whenever he saw it.Â
Holding his breath to not make any noise, he unlocked your door and gently pushed it open, careful not to startle you. His eyes immediately landed on the couchâand his whole world froze.Â
There, sprawled out on the couch, was none other than Eddie Munson. Looking the same as he always did, completely relaxed In his worn Metalica t-shirt and scuffed trainers.Â
The worst part wasnât just him. It was you. Your head resting in his lap, and Eddie was absently playing with a strand of your hair. He glanced up at Steveâs entrance and immediately put a finger to his lips, signalling Steve to stay quiet. His blood boiled at the gesture.Â
âShh,â Eddie whispered, gesturing to you. âSheâs asleep.â
He was glued to the spot. What the fuck is he doing here?
Eddie carefully lifted your head off his legs, swapping himself out for a pillow, taking extra care not to rouse you.Â
âHey, man,â he greeted casually as he stood, stretching out his arms like this wasnât the single most infuriating sight Steve had ever seen. âWe were just hanging out, watching some trash TV. She was out like a light.â
His voice was still a whisper as he explained what happened, trying to add some humour to the situation. âProbably for the best, I mean. I can watch crappy shit all day, but even this was painful to sit through. No big deal.â
Steveâs jaw clenched. Hard. His grip on the flowers tightened until he could feel a few give way under the pressure. No big deal? Youâve got to be kidding me. He felt a surge of possessiveness course through him, igniting an anger he believed was dormant. His mind began to race, everything he had been trying to ignore had bubbled straight back up to the surface like a ticking time bomb. She is that comfortable to fall asleep on him?!
Eddie, completely oblivious to Steveâs thinly veiled fury, patted him on the shoulder. âSorry, but I gotta be heading myself. Wayneâll be wondering where Iâve been.â He said, giving him a small smile as if this was a totally normal situation for the two of you. âTake care, man.â With that, Eddie slipped past him, closing the door silently as he exited.Â
The apartment felt eerily quiet as Steve just stood there, staring at the door, trying to wrap his head around what the hell just happened. Unbelievable. He rediverted his attention back to you, still soundly asleep on the couch, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside of him. He crossed the room slowly, as if on autopilot, mind a nasty mix of anger and jealousy. You fell asleep on Eddie. Eddie, of all people. How long were you two just... sitting there like that?
He took a seat in the armchair opposite, memories of the two of you trying to squeeze onto it now bitterly replaying in his mind. The flowers were still clutched in his hand, forgotten in his flood of emotions.
He didnât want to acknowledge what he had just walked in on. His heart beat painfully in his chest. This is how it starts, right? He thought bitterly. Starts all innocent like this. Iâve seen this before. Iâve lived this before. His mind flashed back to that goddamn Halloween party, to the nights he thought things were fine, only to realise too late that he had been left behindâagain.
Steve exhaled sharply, frustration gnawing at him. Itâs happening. Itâs fucking happening again. He was always second best. His parents, Nancy, Dustin, you.Â
He glanced down at the flowers in his hand, the stems crushed from his tense grip. They were supposed to be part of a sweet surprise, a way to make you smile, but now... now they just felt like a cruel joke. With him being the punchline. As per usual.
He set them down on the coffee table and leaned backwards, his gaze locked on your peaceful sleeping form, his mind a mess. His foot tapped impatiently against the floor. He was fumingâso mad he could barely think straight.
The room was in complete silence as you began to stir awake, reaching your arms above your head lazily. You blinked a few times as you returned to reality, the soft haze of sleep still lingering. You heard your back pop and you groaned at the sensation, falling asleep on the couch had been a terrible idea.Â
You let out a brief yawn and look around for Eddie, but instead, your eyes land on your boyfriend. He sat across from you, arms crossed tensely, his expression neutral. He wasnât smiling, which was odd for him. In fact, he looked angry.Â
âWhen did you get here?â Your forehead crinkled in confusion, voice still raspy with sleep as you asked. âWhere did Eddie go?â
Steve shifted in the chair, leaning back and spreading his legs further apart. âEddie left a while ago,â he snapped, his tone was sharp and clipped. âI got the day off work.â
âOh, I didnât know,â your brain still trying to piece the information together. âYou should have called.â
He scoffed as he shook his head, a lock of brown hair escaping to rest against his forehead. âYeah, well. I wasnât aware you had other plans.â
You sat up straighter on the couch, trying to ignore the knot forming in your stomach. His toneâhe never spoke to you like that. It sounded frustrated, irritated. Like you had done something wrong. You wracked your brain trying to think of anything that would have upset him, eventually coming up short. Eddieâs presence here didnât even pass through your mind, there is no way Steve would be that possessive. Could he?
âSteveâŠwhatâs wrong?â You asked cautiously, concern creeping into your voice. âWhy are you mad?â
His brown eyes darkened, his face twisting with an expression you had never seen before. All the insecurity he had been feeling, all the unresolved emotions, came crashing to the surface in a wave of anger. It was frightening. He was frightening you.Â
âYou wanna know whatâs wrong?â He barked out a laugh, one that was filled with no humour. âI come over here, thinking Iâm gonna surprise my girlfriend. But instead? I find her asleep on the town freak.â
Your heart sank. He spat the words out as if they tasted vile on his tongue. You never knew that he could be this vicious, the foul name that just spewed from his lips made your throat tighten. âSteve, thatâs notââ
âDonât,â he cut you off, his voice bitter as he continued. âYou think Iâm stupid? Like I donât see whatâs going on here? You and Eddie. Heâs always around, and suddenly, youâre all buddy-buddy with him, falling asleep on his lap like itâs no big deal. I meanâJesus, sweetheartâhow dense do you think I am?â
âSteve, it wasnât like that,â your voice broke as you struggled to speak. The nickname that had always been filled with such love was now venomous, you struggled to understand what was happening. Why he wasnât listening? Why wasnât he trusting you?
âWe were just hanging out, watching TVââ
âOh yeah? Just watching TV? Sure,â Steve spat, getting up to start pacing, the adrenaline coursing through his body was too much. His mind was racing, old memories resurfacing, ones that he would rather not think about only helped fuel his rage. He turned back to you, eyes wild with fury.
âMoved on pretty quick, huh?â He ran a hand over his face, voice dripping with resentment. âI mean, I gotta hand it to you, honey. But you could have tried a little harder before the secret spilt out eventually.â
Tears formed in your waterline as you tried your best not to let them fall. âHow could you say that?â You took in a shaky breath. âWhy are you acting like this?â
âOh, donât do that,â he pointed a finger at you. âDonât act all innocent here. Iâve seen this shit before, okay? Little things that arenât that little. Donât play dumb, itâs embarrassing.â
âIâm not!â You protested, not caring about the tears that now flowed freely down your cheeks. âI love you, Steve. Please. Eddie is just a friend.â
He rolled his eyes, your pleading falling on deaf ears. âYeah, âjust a friendâ,â he muttered hostilely. âSure.â
His words cut deep, and you felt yourself crumble under the weight of them. You began to panic as you realised there was no way out of this. Not when he was so dead set on believing what he wanted. You could only stare back at him in disbelief, heart breaking at how trivial this argument is.Â
âI thought you left this high school crap behind you,â you whispered, scared and unsure of how he would react.Â
âYeah, well, some things never change.â He shot back, his tongue still as fast as it had been back then. He mentioned how he was in school a few times in the past, but now you could really see it. The petty boy who would say anything in the heat of the moment. The boy who could pick the thing that would hurt the most.Â
The room fell into a heavy silence, staring at one another, the distance between you growing more and more with each passing second. You could barely recognise the man standing only a few feet away. You wanted to reach out to him, plead with him to just stop. Go back to being Steve. Your Steve.Â
âI canât believe what youâre saying,â you managed to choke out, wiping at your eyes with the sleeves of your jumper. âYouâre hurting me.â
Steve hesitated for a moment, a brief flash of guilt flickered across his face at the sight of your tears. His beautiful girl was torn apart by what he was insinuating. But he was too far gone. His misplaced anger was the only thing he could feel right now, pushing him further. âYeah well, now you know how that feels.â
A sob wracked through your body, his statement feeling like a dagger to your chest. He made his way towards the door to leave, his gaze landed on the stack of VHS tapes by the TV. He knew he should walk away, but a petty bitterness surged through him. He could never resist getting one final jab in.Â
âMake sure you return those by the weekend. Late fees now apply, sweetheart.â He sneered, lips turning into a snarl.Â
With that, he tossed the flowers heâd brought for you onto the table, the delicate petals now scattered across it. You stared at them, your vision blurred by your tears as Steve stormed out of your apartment. He slammed the door sharply as he left, making you flinch.Â
As soon as he was gone, you collapsed onto the couch, finally allowing yourself to cry uncontrollably. You didnât understand how everything had spiralled so fast. How the man who was so sweet, so kind, had turned into this.
On the other side of the door, Steveâs heart was racing, pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. He leaned against the wall for a moment and shut his eyes, trying to get his breathing under control as the rage he felt dissipated.Â
He wouldnât allow himself to feel guilty, not over this. He didnât jump to conclusions, not when the signs were so clear to him.Â
He stumbled down the stairs and got into his car, foot pressing down hard on the accelerator as he drove away. Each mile felt heavier than the last. He couldnât allow himself to question what he had said, besides, it was too late to take it all back now. What he couldnât answer was why he felt so much more empty as he pulled up to his house. Alone.Â
Steve pushed open the door to Family Video, the small bell above him chiming as he trudged inside. It felt like it was mocking him, only adding to his sour mood. He was fifteen minutes late, something that never went unnoticed by Robin.
His eyes looked and felt drained, dark circles framing his eyes from his obvious lack of sleep. The night before had been hell. All he had done was toss and turn, replaying the argument with you over and over again in his head until he was sick of it. His chest ached from all the emotions that were still swirling inside of him. Anger, sadness, and a terrifying amount of regret that he wasnât sure what to do with.Â
Robin was at the counter, tapping away at the computer when she saw him walk in. Her face lit up, clearly excited to spill something. âThere you are! You wonât believe what Iâm about to tell you. I saw Vicky at the movies yesterday andââ
âRob, Iâm really not in the mood today.â He interrupted her, rubbing a hand over his brows.Â
The girl froze, her face contorting with confusion. Usually, Steve lived for gossip like this. In fact, he almost always begged for it.
âWaitâŠwhat? You were off yesterday. Shouldnât you be, like, all refreshed or something? What, did you party too hard without me?â
He shot her a glare, making it crystal clear that something was wrong. Of course, being ever curious, Robin was not going to let this slide.Â
âOh, no. Spill it, Harrington.â She began, leaving the computer to follow his quick steps. âYou come in late, looking like shit, and now youâre all moody? Did something happen yesterday?â
Steve sighed, running a hand through his messy hair he hadnât even bothered to brush. Not willing to humour her at all today. âRobin, pleaseââ
âPlease what? Iâm not gonna stop asking. Câmon, let it out. Iâm all ears. Iâll even sit down for this one.â She says dramatically as she hops up onto the counter, crossing her legs, glancing at him expectantly as if she had all the time in the world.Â
Steve groaned loudly. âFine, fine. You want to know what happened?â He said, exasperated. âI walked in yesterday, excited to surprise my girl, and guess what I saw? Eddie. Like, she had her head in his lap and everything. They were all over each other. It was disgusting.â
Robin scrunched her eyebrows as she processed his words. âEddie? The Eddie Munson?â She squinted, looking even more confused. âAre we talking about the same Eddie here? The one whoâs completely obsessed with Chrissy Cunningham? I mean, heâs had it bad for her for years. That Eddie?â
âWhat? Chrissy?â Steve frowned, pausing as her words sank in. âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
Robin tilted her head at him like he was an idiot. Which she would say was most of the time. âUh, yeah? Heâs been pining after her for, like, ever. He never had the guts to ask her out. Everyone knows that.â
She carried on talking as if this was common knowledge, which maybe it was. The knowledge was just not that common to Steve, apparently. âSo Eddieâs into your girl now? Are you sure about that?â
He felt his stomach drop, trying to ignore the rising panic in his chest. âI mean⊠yeah. Pretty sure? He was, like, touching her and they wereââ He stopped halfway through his sentence, doubt now taking over.Â
Was that really all he saw? Surely not. He couldnât have gotten so mad about just that, there had to be more. Only, nothing really came to mind.Â
Robin raises an eyebrow. âTouching her, huh? And that exactly happened? No skipping details.â
Steve scratched the back of his head as he tried to recall the events from the evening prior, his anxiety continued to grow as he spoke. âI saw him drop her off at my place the other day. She got out of his van, and they looked all⊠close. Then, when I went to her apartment earlier, I walk in, and there she is, asleep across his lap.â
Robin took a second to process what he was saying, speaking slowly as she tried to wrap her head around the situation. âSo⊠youâre mad because she fell asleep with him on the couch? While watching TV? Thatâs what youâre telling me?â
Steveâs breath hitched in his throat, immediately getting defensive, trying to prove that he wasnât just overreacting. âWell, yeah, but itâs the way she was with him. It was just too⊠cosy.â
She could not believe what she was hearing as she stared at the boy blankly. âDude, we do that stuff all the time. Like, every movie night.â
Steve's stomach twisted. He felt sick. âYeah, butâŠthatâs different. This isââ He couldnât continue. There was no solid ground for him to stand on. The knowledge of that was overwhelming. Fuck.Â
Robin narrowed her eyes, still determined to get to the bottom of whatever was going on. âOkay, I still donât get it. What did you do?â
He shifted uncomfortably at her questions, his guilt was building inside of him as the true terror set in. âI, uh⊠I may have been a complete asshole.â
Her eyes widened at the admission. âDefine âcomplete asshole.ââ
Steveâs hands shook as he brought them up to his forehead, slightly damp from his growing fear. âI called Eddie the âtown freakââfuckâand Iââ He paused and took a breath in, the consequences of his insecurities now coming into the light. âI told her we were over basicallyâŠshe asked me to stop hurting her.â
Robinâs jaw dropped, feeling outraged at the way her best friend had acted. That was not something she could ever stand beside, no matter how close they were. âYou what? Steve, that's fucking insane! I canât believe you drove her to the point of even having to say that!â
The world seemed distorted as Steve became short of breath, he had to rest a hand on the counter to keep himself steady, the tight grip becoming painful. âI donât know! I justâit all came out. I couldnât stop myselfâshit. Whatâwhat do I do?â
Robin started at him, completely stunned and equally irked. âSteve,â she said, the stern tone felt foreign on her tongue. âThis is not just âI messed up a littleââyou blew it, dude.â
He was breathing faster now, mouth barren, limbs turning slightly numb. The panic had now set in fully. âNo, no, no. Donât say that. I can fix it, right? I always fix it. I have to fix it, Robin. Please, help me fix it!â His voice increased as he got the words out, hands trembling in front of him.Â
She looked at him, she was no less annoyed, but she couldnât help but pity her friend. Especially when he looked like he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown like this. He was a wreck right now and needed someone.Â
âOkay, fine. Iâll help you,â Steve sighed in relief, however, she wasnât finished. âBut Iâm seriously not happy about any of this. If she doesnât take you back, you have to deal with it, Steve. This is on you.â
Steve nodded frantically, hair flying everywhere as he clung to the small sliver of hope. âAnything. Iâll do anything. I canât lose her, Robin. I just⊠I canâtâ
She folded her arms, her face remaining stoic to show her displeasure with him. âAlright. We will think of something, and you better pray to God she hears you out. You have got a lot of sucking up to do Harrington.â
He muttered quiet a thank you, his heart not slowing down. He couldnât afford to lose you, not over this, not because of his own self-doubt. Please, he thought to himself. Please for the love of God donât let her leave me.
For ten long minutes, Steve had been standing outside your apartment, heart hammering in his chest as he stared at the shut door. Ten agonising minutes of him just waiting, stalling, trying to muster up the courage to raise his hand and just knock. He could have used the spare key that was burning a hole in his back pocket, but that wouldnât be right. Not after what he did. He had to do this the right way if he had any chance of forgiveness. This wasnât a situation that could be fixed with flowers or chocolates. He had spoken to Robin for the whole of yesterday, and they both agreedâhe needed to own up to everything that transpired, to apologise, even if it was hard. Even if it was terrifying.Â
Because losing you? That wasnât an option.Â
With a deep breath, he rapped his knuckles against the solid wood. The second he made contact with the door, his stomach flipped. He wanted to run. To turn around and bolt. But he couldnât. Not this time. He had too much to loseâyou. The sweet, kind girl who had always made him feel seen, made him feel held. How could he walk away from that without trying?Â
It wasnât long before the door creaked open, the sight of you nearly knocked all the air out of his lungs. Youâd been crying, that much was obvious. Your eyes were red, puffy, and filled with the hurt that he had caused. If that wasnât enough to crush him, you were clad in one of his old hoodiesâone heâd left at your place months ago. Seeing you wrapped up in something of his twisted the knife so deep that he nearly staggered back before he caught himself.Â
You immediately moved to shut the door, not willing to let him hurt you more, but Steve panicked. âPlease, please, angel donât,â his voice cracked as he begged to be let in, his hand pushing lightly against the door, so desperate to keep it open. Desperate to not be shut out before he could even try to say sorry. âI need to talk to you. Please.â
You paused, removing your hand and gently taking a step away from the entrance. You crossed your arms as you looked at him, still visibly upset, your voice sharp but exhausted. The tone pulled at his chest. âYouâve got five minutes Steve. Then I want you out of here.â
He nodded eagerly, grateful for a chance, no matter how slim. âOf course, anythingâŠIâll take anything. JustâŠplease.â
You let him in, both stepping further into the flat, his eyes immediately locked onto the sight of the coffee table. The flowers he picked up yesterday were still sitting thereâpetals scattered everywhere, beginning to dry up and wilt.Â
You couldnât bear to touch them after he tossed them there the day before, you had hardly left your bedroom due to their presence. A brutal reminder of what happened. He felt sick to his stomach with the knowledge of how badly he hurt you. How you couldnât even deal with the ruined gift because they were tied to him. To the things he said.Â
You fiddled with the sleeve of his hoodie, now feeling embarrassed while wearing it, nervous as to what he could possibly say to make this right. If he even wanted to make it right. You honestly didnât know.Â
He turned to you, words catching in his throat as he tried to figure out where to even start with this. He had gone over this with Robin multiple times yesterday, but the sight of you completely threw him.Â
âIâIâm sorry, angel,â he stammered, that was a good place to start, his voice as rough as he continued. âIâm so, so sorry. For everything. For not thinking. For not believing you. For⊠for making you cry. I didnât mean toâI swear, I didnât.â
You stood firm, arms not moving from their crossed position. You werenât giving in easily, not this time. You had every single right to be upset. Steve has frightened you. He was mean and spiteful, lashing out at you instead of listening. His jealousy was ugly.Â
He fumbled for more words, his hands beginning to shake. âIâŠI was an asshole, I hate that I hurt you. I justâŠI freaked out, okay? I thoughtââ He stopped, swallowing thickly as his emotions threatened to choke him fully. âI thought I was going to lose you. LikeâŠlike I lost Nancy.â
Your expression shifted slightly, but you remained silent, allowing him to continue.Â
His voice grew quieter, more pained. âHalloween, a few years back, Nancy told me I was justâŠbullshit. Jonathan swept in after that. And when I saw you with EddieâfuckâI justââ He ran a hand through his brown hair, pulling harder at the ends as his frustration grew. âEddieâs already got Dustin. HeâsâŠheâs got everything. And I thought heâd take you too. And I justâŠI panicked. I know itâs stupid, okay? I was justââ
He was rambling now and he knew it, the words were tumbling out faster than he could stop them. He only had five minutes, he needed you to understand. To please understand him.Â
âI was so fucking scared, honey. Iâm scared youâll wake up one day and realise that Iâm bullshit. That youâll find someone better. Someone who isnâtâŠwho isnât me.â His voice cracked again at his attempt to hold back the tears that clouded his vision.Â
You let out a small sigh, your expression wary. You couldnât let your guard down, not yet at least.Â
âSteveâŠwhat happened yesterday was not okay. You hurt me. A lot.â
âI know,â he said in a hushed tone, his voice barely louder than a breath. âI know I did, and Iâll never forgive myself for that. I swear, Iâll be better. Iâll be so much betterâif youâll let me. You deserve everything, sweetheart. A-and Iâll give it to you, I promise. JustâŠplease. Please let me prove that.â
Steveâs voice broke as the overwhelming dread overflowed, what had once been a gentle simmering below the surface now coursed through his entire body. No, he thought, Itâs not working. Itâs not fucking working.
His hands were quivering uncontrollably, his vision blurred as his thoughts spiralled. Everything was crashing down around himâthe fear, the memories, the guilt.Â
He couldnât stop it. He couldnât lose you. Not you.Â
âIâI canât,â Steve stammered, his words short as they came out in small gasps. He backed up slightly, he didnât know if he was scared of your presence or himself at this point. âI donât know what to do. I donât know how to fix this. Iâm soâso fucking scared, IââÂ
His hands flew to his face in a weak attempt to hold himself together, his breath coming out in frantic bursts. His whole body shook involuntarily. Nancy, his parents, the same gut-wrenching feeling of being told he wasnât enough. Wasnât loved. That he was unimportant. Just temporary.Â
You were stuck, rooted to where you stood, watching him unravel. And in that moment, you didnât know what to do. The Steve you knew so wellâthe confident, charming, self-assured Steveâwas crumbling before your eyes, his fear felt so raw, so overwhelming that it broke your heart to witness it.Â
âSteve,â you say softly, moving towards him, but he couldnât hear you. Not over his own mind. He was too far gone.Â
âI canâtâfuck, Iââ His broad chest heaved as he tried to suck in air, but it seemed to do little to help. His hands shook violently, gripping at his tousled hair as he slid down to the floor, his back against the wall. âIâm gonna lose you, angel. I know it, and I canâtâI canât do that again.â
âSteve,â you repeat, voice more forceful this time as you drop to your knees beside him. You reached out to him slowly, so as to not startle him, taking his unsteady hands in your own. âBreathe. JustâŠbreathe with me, okay?â
He was trembling so much that it scared you, even more than he had yesterday. His breaths were coming out shallow and erratic, your heart ached to see him like thisâso broken, so scared.Â
âItâs okay. Iâm here.â You kept your voice soft, soothing as you held onto him, your thumbs tracing small circles on his skin. You began to understand. âYouâre okay. Iâm not going anywhere. I promise.â
The skin around his eyes was pulled taught as he squeezed them shut, he tried to follow your lead, match your breathing with his own, using it as a guide. âJust breathe, okay?â You repeated, you held your voice steady until his ragged breaths began to slow, becoming deeper and more even.Â
It took a few minutes to get his trembling to ease, fingers still tracing gentle patterns, reminding him of your presence. His grip eventually loosened, but never wavered, he clung onto you like a lifeline. His head hung low as he tried to pull himself back together.Â
You watched his chest as you knelt beside him, it rose and fell more calmly compared to a few moments ago. His large brown eyes flickered open as they focused on you. Red and glassy, filled with fear as he looked at you. Really looked at you.Â
âIâm so so sorry,â he spoke in a muted tone, barely audible as he turned his attention to your intertwined hands. âI wasnât thinking straight. I just⊠I didnât know what to do. IâI needed to hurt you before you hurt me.â
Your stomach was in knots at the sight of him so vulnerable. Posture hunched over as if he wanted to disappear into himself. It broke your heart to witness. You squeezed his hands gently as you leaned closer to him.Â
âSteve, listen to me,â you tell him. His eyes lifted to meet yours, amber and swirling with uncertainty. âIâm not going anywhere. But you have to talk to me, okay? If something is bothering you. If youâre feeling scared, you have to tell me. You canât just take it out on me. Itâs not fair.â
He shook his head and sniffed, rubbing his hand roughly against his eyes, trying to brush away the tears. âI donât want to push you away,â he muttered, voice no longer as shakey. He felt his mind settle as the words flowed out of his mouth more comfortably.Â
âI just⊠I donât know how to do this,â he gestured between the two of you. âIâve never been good at⊠at the talking stuff.â
For the first time today, you allowed a smile to play on your lips as you brushed a lock of hair from his forehead. âI kinda got that,â you tell him. âYou donât have to be perfect. I just need you to be able to come to me, talk to me. Get out of your head. Iâm always here.â
You tapped his forehead twice for emphasis as he exhaled slowly. The tension in his body had finally been released as he slumped against the wall. He brought both of your hands up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, swallowing hard as he returned them to his lap. âDonât deserve you, angel.â
Leaning forward and pressing your forehead against his own, closing your eyes as you speak. âYou deserve someone who cares,â you tell him as you pull back, eyes shining with pure honesty which soothes his shot nerves. âAnd I do. So, justâŠtrust me. Even if it's hard sometimes.â
âI do,â he said quickly. âI do. Iâm sorry I didnât, sweetheart. Iâm sorry for everything.â
âI know,â you say, rubbing your thumb across his cheek, looking at him with the tenderness he never thought he would see again. âYou donât have to apologise anymore.â
He nodded once more, your forgiveness was finally sinking into him, pushing the last bit of panic out of his system. He opened his arms, asking you silently if it was alright to hold you once more.Â
You shifted yourself between his legs, allowing his arms to pull you into a tight embrace, bringing you close as if you might disappear again. Slip through his fingers if he let you go.Â
You rested your head against his chest, tucked up tightly as his chin rested on your hair. You could feel his heart beat at a more steady pace. You placed your palm over it. It belonged to you after all.Â
âI love you, you know that?â He asked as he held you against him, anchoring himself to you.Â
âI know,â you respond, words slightly muffled by his jumper. âI love you too.â
You pull away slightly, meeting his eyes once more. The heaviness from the previous conversation had lifted, feeling relief flow through you as the warmth returned to Steveâs face. He wasnât completely at ease, still very much shaken, but he could see a light at the end of the tunnel. The worst was behind him. And he promised it would only be up from here.Â
âSo tell me,â you began. You knew you needed to steer the conversation in a more light-hearted direction, not just for yourself, but for the boy whose lap you were in. âWas Robin mad?â
âUgh, donât remind me,â Steve groaned as his head hit the wall behind him. At least he could walk into work with a smile on his face tomorrow. Tell her that he made it rightâŠbut maybe leave out the whole hysterical crying part. âShe was ready to rip my head off after I told her what happened.â
âOh, really?â You raised an eyebrow and giggled. âGood to know she has my back.â
âGuess Iâm outnumbered,â Steve allowed himself to laugh, and God did it feel good to do it with you.
âWell, thatâs what happens when you donât listen.â
âOkay, okay. Fair enough,â he winced, but managed to maintain a grin. âI think Iâll survive her wrathâŠmaybe.â
âMaybe,â you hummed thoughtfully. âGonna have to put in some work there then.â
âI am prepared to do whatever it takes,â he tells you with mock seriousness. âEven offer to be her wingman with Vickie.â
âWow, generous,â you snorted. It would probably benefit him more, if you were being honest. He had been nagging her to make a move for months, her constant pining and inaction was starting to get to him. He had been giving her the same advice over and over. It was getting ridiculous. His words, not yours.Â
âAnd, hey, maybe Iâll give Munson a chance too,â he tells you, glancing down with a playful expression. âJoin Hellfire, see what all the fuss is about.â
The laugh that escaped you was loud, you shook your head at him. âSteve, you would be terrible and D&D.â
âHey, Iâm good at strategy!â He protested, not allowing himself to be insulted in this manner. âIâd make a greatâŠuh, whatever they call the fighter guy.â
âYou mean a barbarian?â You say teasingly. âI could see you as more of a chotic bard. Always trying to talk yourself out of trouble.â
âYeah? You never know, I could surprise you,â he says, leaning down to press his lips against your hairline. âFor now though, I think Iâll focus on not screwing things up again.â
Your heart fluttered as you melted into him, securing your arms around his wide shoulders. âYouâre on the right track, Harringtonâ
âGood,â he smiled at the nickname, placing his hand on your arm, the other on your back. âI donât plan on going anywhere. And neither are you if I can help it.â
âDeal,â you say with a firm nod of your head. âNo more freakouts, okay?â
He looked over your face once more, relieved that there were no more visible traces of the pain he had caused. Just his sweet girl smiling at him. Just the way he liked it.Â
"I'll try my best," Steve whispered, holding you close. "I promise."
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part idk, 10? I'm so tired. masterpost
âMr. Drake-Wayne, do I want to know why youâre here?â Lucius drawled without looking up from his desk.
Tim plastered on a smile anyways. âWell, in an effort to learn the business as part of my internship, I thought that it was about time that I took a proper look at R&D.â
âYes, it would be good for you to see R&D,â Lucius said as he signed something with a flourish before he folded his hands and looked up at Tim, âbut you are not going to.â
âNo?â
âNo.â
Tim let the door close behind him and came to flop into the seat across from Lucius. âUncle Foxââ
âThat worked much better when you were small and doe-eyed.â
âOkay, letâs be honest,â Tim said with a sigh, âIâm still small and doe-eyed. None of them will let me live that fact down. I have to use what I have, Lu.â
Finally Lucius cracked a little bit of a smile. He leaned forward and pressed a discrete button on his desk. Tim knew that the button would make the office soundproof, an effect that Tim felt in the back of his ears.
âDanny Fentonâ and let me be clear, it is Danny, not Danielâ Danny Fenton is one of the best people I have in R&D. I will not have you all losing me one of my best because you lot do not know how how to be subtle.â
âLucius, we can be subtle!â Tim said, honestly offended. âWe do subtle all the time. You know how well I do undercover.â
âExactly,â Lucius said severely.
Tim tilted his head.
âUndercover you is subtle. Tim Drake-Wayne you is a menace,â Lucius said. âThat last name is a pox upon common sense.â
Tim opened his mouth to argue before he slowly closed it and slumped back into his seat.
âI had been considering bringing him as the engineer for the other side of you all,â Lucius said, almost idly, âbut whatever happened spooked him. He booked the end of the week off. Mr. Fenton never takes time off. Whatever you are after it will wait until after he returns, understand?â
âUnderstood,â Tim said with resignation.
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The only reason that Danny didnât screech and drop the component he was holding was because he was used to ghosts. The person who had appeared sitting on top of Dannyâs cabinet like they had always been there wasnât a ghost, but the behavior was close enough. Danny took a steadying breath and set the part carefully on one of his work benches.
âHello.â
The off person smiled cheerfully and brought their right hand up into an almost salute.
Danny tilted his head for a moment before he brain kicked in and he repeated the motion back before pointing to the person then tapping his index to his chin and then next to his ear while purposefully screwing his face up into confusion.
They shook their head and brought their hand to their throat, turning it like they were locking a key, before making a so-so motion with their hand.
âOh! Okay, Iâm Danny,â he explained as he pointed to himself and brought his right hand in the sign for d up along his flat left hand.
They repeated Dannyâs name sign with a cheerful smile before they pointed to themselves and moved the cupped hand of C over their flat left hand. They repeated the point before finger spelling out âCassâ.
âItâs very nice to meet you, Cass. Iâm rusty at ASL, but if you can go slow for me, Iâll try my best.â
âThank you,â Cass signed with a bright smile.
âAre you lost, or do you mean to be up there?â Danny asked.
Cass shook their head. âComfortable. What is that?â
âOh, what Iâm working on. Well⊠nothing yet, not if it doesnât work. Itâs supposed to be something for improved water filtration though.â
âExplain?â
âSure. Tap twice on the cabinet if you need my attention or have a question and Iâm not looking your way, okay?â Danny asked. He waited for a nod before he grabbed what he was working on and started explaining the idea.
Thankfully the fact that WE was working on a way to further reduce industrial water pollution was no secret so as long as Danny didnât get particularity technical, he shouldnât get in trouble with with his NDA. Besides, whoever this was was inside a secure part of WE and did have a badge, even if it wasnât colors that Danny recognized off the top of his head.
Cass was oddly fun to chat with and the two of them got into a rhythm of him explaining something and following it up with a question of his own. Cass did give verbal responses or reactions occasionally, but mostly Danny settled into a position where he could both work and watch them sign in his periphery at the same time. He wasnât perfect at understanding what Cass was talking about, but they seemed happy enough to repeat things for him or finger spell when he was really lost.
âA lead role? You should be really proud of yourself, Cass! Thatâs amazing,â Danny said with a bright smile as he fought a stubborn tapper.
âYou will come?â
Danny blinked. âSorry, what?â
âThe recital,â Cass finger spelled out before repeated, âYou will come?â
âI donât know, Cass honey,â Danny said, the endearment slipping out without him thinking about it. âThat would really depend on what your adults have to say about the idea. I donât want them to freak out because youâve decided to befriend a random R&D flunky.â
âLuckily Cass is a very good judge of character,â said someone from behind Danny.
Fucking hell, what was it with people just appearing today? Danny gave himself a second to close his eyes before he set down his tapper and turned around.
Ancients thatâs Bruce Wayne.
âI hope she hasnât been bothering you. Cass was supposed to wait in my office while I dealt with the emergency,â Mr. Wayne said with a pointed look at his daughter. âEven if it did take longer than expected.â
Right daughter, because Danny had been talking with Cassandra Wayne for the last few hours.
âOh, no, not at all Mr. Wayneââ
âBruce.â
âBruce. And donât worry, sheâs great company,â Danny said.
Mr. Wayneâ Bruce chuckled and stepped into Dannyâs office. Heâd hardly moved before Cass was flinging herself off the cabinet and into her dadâs arms. As soon as she was set down, she started signing rapidly at him and Danny looked away to give them some privacy.
âWell, that is up to your new friend,â Bruce said in that sort of tone that Danny knew he was being included in the conversation now.
âDanny Fenton, but just Danny is fine,â he said.
Cass signed Dannyâs name sign.
âOr that,â Danny agreed with a nod.
âWell, Danny,â Bruce said with a smile that made his eyes crinkle a little, âif youâd like, Cass would love to have you at the opening so you can see what sheâs been telling you about, but if youâre busy weâd understand.â
Cassâ pout said otherwise and Danny caved quicker than a paper cocktail umbrella in a tornado. âIf you can send me the date and where to buy a ticket, Iâll be there.â
âNonsense, the ticket is on me,â Bruce said. âIâll be sure to send you the date and time, I doubt Cass will let me forget.â
âNo,â Cass signed with an overly angelic smile.
Danny chuckled and couldnât help but wonder if all of Bruceâs children had him so thoroughly wrapped around their finger like that, or if Cass had only daughter privileges. âWell, I look forward to it. And it was very nice to get to meet you, Cass.â
âYes! Goodbye, Danny,â Cass signed.
âGoodbye, Cass,â Danny signed back and returned the little nod Bruce sent him before they left Dannyâs office.
Danny waited until they were out of sight to let out a breath. Ancients, well, that was something. Who would have thought that the first time he actually spoke to the owner of the company would be because his daughter decided water filtration was interesting an that Danny needed to learn all about âSwan Lakeâ in return?
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âCass, darling,â Bruce said with a pointed look at his too smug daughter.
âHeâs nice,â she explained with a shrug.
Bruce just sighed and shook his head. At least that did seem true. Bruce had watched some of the exchange between Danny and Cass and he was patient, respectful, and attentive even despite the occasional communication issue.
But that hardly answered any of what was going on.
âJust donât overwhelm him, alright?â
Cass nodded and crossed her heart.
Bruce didnât believe her for a moment.
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AN: I did my best to describe the signs right/use the right ones but my knowledge is only very, very basic conversational skills so if I have anything wrong, please let me know! (I write Cass very to the point response wise when she verbally speaks, so kept that same sort of cadence here.)
Oh, since someone asked Danny is just slightly older than he would be it canon time continued normally, so late 30's. Bruce is early 40's.
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