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THE CONTRACTED HEART â Rafe Cameron (07)
MASTERLIST | Basketball Player & Model!Female Reader
Summary: Rafe Cameron, a basketball star, needs a marriage to fix his image, while Model!Reader needs one for citizenship. They may be the perfect solution for each other.
Warnings: smut, descriptions of violence, jealousy, usage of drugs, talks about body image/ed, angst, and lots of bickering. Reader is confident, a people-pleaser, has a traumatic past, and is a sunshine with an attitude. Rafe is a whore, possessive, cocky, and secretive about his past.
Word Count: 8.1k
Aliyah's Notes: the way i wanted this chapter to be around 5k... but anyw, the ending to that chapter is pretty good so y'all can rest in peace lmaoo but problems are coming hehehehehe
The sound of her heels clicking on the pavement cut through the evening air, each step echoing louder than the last. You barely registered the chill of the evening as her figure came into viewâChiara Romano, arms folded over her chest, her expression a delicate balance of innocence and something unmistakably venomous. A small, mocking smile played at the corners of her lips, her gaze roaming over you with the kind of appraisal that felt like a slap.
Beside you, Rafe tensed, his gaze hardening as he straightened, clearly prepared for whatever barbs she had in store. You forced yourself to stand taller, meeting her gaze with a coolness you could barely muster.
âChiara,â you said, injecting a polite edge into your voice that you knew was as fake as her smile. âI wasnât expecting to see you here.â
She tilted her head, her eyes glinting with amusement. âOh, I just felt like things ended a bit... strange at the party,â she replied, her tone sugary sweet yet laced with something bitter. âEspecially after seeing the headlines about you.â She let out a small sigh, as though feigning concern. âI couldnât help but worry.â
A sharp laugh almost slipped from your lips. The headlines. She was talking about the recent media talking about your âpotentialâ relapse⌠which were true. News of your recent struggles had been going viral, and she was here to dangle them in front of you. The reality of your relapse was raw, but admitting itâespecially to Chiaraâwas out of the question.
âDid you, now?â You kept your voice light, your smile tight as you watched her closely.
âOf course,â she nodded, her eyes darting pointedly between you and Rafe, her expression softening with feigned empathy. âUs girls have to look out for each other,â she added, a hint of mock sincerity weaving through her words. âI just hope Rafeâs taking excellent care of you. I mean, if heâs able to.â
You fought the urge to roll your eyes or worseâto let your anger slip through. Instead, you returned her smile with a casual shrug. âHe is, thank you,â you replied, forcing your tone to stay neutral. âAnd Iâm doing just fine. I havenât relapsedâ.â
âYou sure?â she pressed, her voice a touch too innocent. âYou look... thinner than I remember.â
You felt a twisted sort of satisfaction creeping in, an internal smile that you kept hidden. It was strangeâalmost absurdâbut her attempt to make you feel small, to jab at your insecurities, did the opposite. She said it to be cruel; she thought her words would cut you deeply. But instead, they landed somewhere softer, failing to sting the way she intended.
Rafeâs voice cut through the tension, his tone sharp and commanding, filled with an authority that even you hadnât heard from him before. âAlright, thatâs enough,â he warned, his words laced with a chill that could silence a room. âKeep talking like that, and youâll be the one making headlines.â
Chiaraâs gaze flicked to Rafe, her lips curling into a sly smile, undeterred by his warning. âOh, Rafe, always so protective,â she cooed, her tone dripping with mock innocence. âI thought we were past all that. After all, we did come here together.â
You blinked, the words sinking in like a stone dropping into still water, each ripple spreading through you. âYou⌠came here with him?â you asked, keeping your voice steady, though your heart was pounding.
Chiaraâs smile widened, a hint of triumph in her expression. âOf course. We just thought itâd be convenient, didnât we, Rafe?â
Your eyes shifted to him, searching his face for any denial, some sign that this was just another one of her games. But Rafe stayed silent, his expression tinged with guilt, lips pressed together as if he didnât trust himself to speak.
He had, in fact, come with her.
The air thick, with Chiaraâs truth and Rafeâs guilty silence. Every moment he said nothing, the disappointment pooled deeper in your chest, twisting painfully.
You crossed your arms, your gaze hardening as you looked at him. âConvenient?â The word slipped from your mouth, laced with bitter disbelief. âConvenient for who, exactly?â
Rafe opened his mouth, struggling to find the right words, but nothing came out. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, he looked like he might deny it, try to explain. But his shoulders sagged slightly, defeated, as he glanced away.
Chiaraâs voice broke the silence, her tone feigning sympathy. âOh, donât be upset. Itâs not like youâre the only woman in his life, right?â She leaned back with a satisfied smile, clearly relishing the wedge sheâd managed to drive between you.
âAlright, you know what?â you said, forcing a calm into your voice that belied the anger bubbling beneath the surface. âI donât really care what arrangement you two have. But what Iâd like to know, Chiara, is why youâre actually here. What do you want?â
Chiaraâs smile faltered, just for a fraction of a second, before she recovered, her expression shifting to a mischievous glint. âIâm here to support my fatherâs event, naturally,â she replied smoothly. âBut I couldnât resist the chance to catch up with Rafe and see how⌠everythingâs going with you two.â
You felt the anger begin to surge again, but you reined it in, straightening and lifting your chin. âThen letâs hope tonightâs as memorable as youâre expecting.â You threw a final look at Rafe, disappointment flickering in your gaze.
With that, you walked toward the car and sat in the passenger seat, forcing yourself to ignore the ache in your chest as you disappeared into the throng of people.
From the corner of your eye, you watched Rafe and Chiara exchange a few heated words. His jaw clenched as he spoke, his eyes narrowed in a way that told you he was holding back the anger simmering just beneath the surface. Chiara, on the other hand, looked anything but apologetic, her expression smug as she responded with an air of indifference. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but every movement, every flash of irritation in Rafeâs eyes only deepened the tight knot of frustration in your chest.
Before long, they finally turned, heading toward the car, and you forced yourself to look away and just focus on the city lights ahead of you. The silence that filled the car was thick, unbearably tense. The engine hummed beneath you, but the weight of everything unsaid made each passing second feel longer. You kept your eyes on the window, refusing to break the silence, even as your exhaustion began to creep in, your eyelids growing heavy.
Just as you started to drift, you felt him lean forward, his breath warm against your ear as he broke the silence, his voice low and soft. âIâm sorry,â he murmured, the apology laced with a vulnerability that caught you off guard.
You exhaled sharply, holding back the initial pang of anger. âYouâre sorry?â you replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm as you finally turned to face him, one eyebrow raised. âFor what, exactly? For keeping me in the dark? For thinking I wouldnât notice you driving here with her?â
Rafeâs expression softened, his guilt evident as he held your gaze, searching for the right words. âIt wasnât like that. She⌠she just showed up. I didnât thinkââ
You scoffed, cutting him off. âThatâs the problem. You didnât think. Or maybe you did, and just didnât care to clue me in.â As his apology hung in the air, you couldnât help but let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. âUnbelievable,â you muttered, refusing to look at him. âSo what, Cameron? You thought Iâd just sit there and take it?â
He shifted closer, his voice strained. âI told you, it wasnât like that. I didnât invite her. She just⌠she knew I was coming here, and it felt easier toââ
âEasier?â You turned in your seat to face him, disbelief and frustration clear in your eyes. âEasier for who, exactly? Because it sure as hell wasnât easier for me.â
Rafeâs gaze dropped, his fingers tapping nervously on the steering wheel. âLook, I know how it looks, but⌠she was already in the car before I could even think about it. I didnât want to make a scene.â
You narrowed your eyes, unimpressed. âSo, you thought the best plan was to just go along with her? To let her be seen with you, knowing exactly how that would make me look?â
âY/N, I know I messed up, okay?â He leaned closer, the regret in his eyes almost palpable. âI was just trying to keep things calm. I didnât want it to turn into something it didnât have to be.â
âOh, so you didnât want to âmake a sceneâ with her, but now youâre perfectly fine with making me feel like an idiot?â you shot back, folding your arms. âHow considerate of you.â
Rafe let out a sigh, rubbing his temples. âCanât you just trust that I was doing what I thought was right?â
You rolled your eyes, the bitterness evident in your tone. âI donât trust you.â You turned away, staring at the passing lights outside. "And youâre only apologizing now because you got caught."
He was silent for a moment, the weight of your words settling in. âI donât want to keep doing this, Y/N,â he said quietly. âI donât want you to feel like this⌠like I donât care.â
You laughed, but it was a hollow sound. âThen stop giving me reasons to feel this way.â
You leaned against the window, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the passing city lights. During the car ride, Chiara, for once, seemed to get the hint and kept her mouth shut, though every so often you caught her glancing at Rafe through the rearview mirror. Rafe, on the other hand, drove with a steady determination, occasionally glancing at you as though he was waiting for you to say somethingâanythingâthat might break the unbearable quiet. But you refused to give him that satisfaction, and instead, kept your focus outward, on anything but the two people in the car with you.
As the car rolled to a stop in front of the charity venue, Chiara was quick to jump out, immediately making a beeline for her father, who was waiting near the entrance. The flash of photographersâ cameras lit up the scene, and she threw a gleeful smile their way, basking in the attention as she reached her fatherâs side.
You took a steady breath and turned to Rafe, letting out a sigh that seemed to carry every ounce of frustration youâd been holding onto. He was watching you, his expression caught somewhere between apology and uncertainty.
âAlright, Cameron,â you began, forcing a professional tone. âLetâs get this over with. We need a story to tell about how we met, so listen to me; we met through a mutual friend at some rooftop party in the city. You were immediately smitten.â
âSmitten?â he repeated, arching an eyebrow. His mouth curved into a playful grin. âStrong word there. Donât know if Iâve ever been âsmitten.ââ
âWell, you have now,â you said without missing a beat. âWe sat at the same table, and you told me some fake, but charming story about how you donât like crowds and would rather be anywhere else.â
âSo, Iâm just a liar?â he said with a grin.
âYes, apparently,â you said, your voice flat as you rolled your eyes.
âThatâs deserved, alright,â he shrugged, and leaned closer. âBut, letâs make this fun. How about we tweak the story a bit? Letâs say you chased me down after that rooftop party, practically begging for my number.â
âYou must be high,â you scoffed, looking at him like heâd just suggested the earth was flat. âNo one would believe Iâd chase after you. Besides, Iâd rather walk across hot coals than let people think I was desperate for you.â
Rafe gave a lighthearted shrug, clearly entertained by your reaction. âAlright, but if anyone asks, Iâll just say I was the reluctant charmer who had to be convinced.â
You couldnât help the sarcastic laugh that slipped out. âYeah, because nothing says âcharmâ like ghosting someone for two weeks.â
He winced but quickly recovered, that easy smirk slipping back into place. âOuch. Alright, I deserved that one too. But admit it, youâd be impressed if I played hard-to-get. Itâd add some mystery to our ârelationship.ââ
You deadpanned, âItâd add some credibility if you remembered the actual story. Try to keep up with the backstory, Cameron. Weâre supposed to be in love, remember?â
Rafe placed a hand on his heart, feigning a wounded expression. âSo cruel. Here I am, pouring my heart out, and youâre just brushing me off like Iâm nothing.â
You stared at him, unimpressed. âHow does that feel, huh? To be brushed off?â
His smile dropped immediately. âIâll stick to the script. Mutual friends, a little bit of rooftop magic, and me falling head over heels. Got it.â
âGood. And try to remember: weâve been dating long enough that youâd know basic things, like my favorite color and the fact that I donât like seafood.â
âGot it,â he said with a nod, giving you a mock salute. Then, with a sly grin, he added, âAnything else I should know? Like, if youâve got a celebrity crush, maybe?â
You rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to smile despite yourself. âThis is a charity event, Cameron, not a middle school dance. Stick to the basics, and weâll be fine.â
He held up his hands in mock surrender. âAlright, boss. Just wanted to know if Iâve got any competition out there.â
You couldnât help but scoff. âTrust me, youâd know if there was competition.â
The banter fell into a comfortable silence, the tension lifting slightly as you both prepared for the performance ahead. But as you glanced out the window, watching Chiara drape herself over her fatherâs arm like she owned the place, the humor faded, and a steely resolve settled over you.
Rafe must have noticed, because he leaned forward, his expression growing more serious. âHey, I know tonightâs going to be⌠less than ideal,â he said, his tone softening. âBut weâve got this. Just follow my lead if things get tricky, alright?â
You looked at him, skepticism still lingering, but his sincerity caught you off guard. âLetâs just keep this professional,â you replied, but your tone was gentler, almost reluctant.
âDeal,â he said, giving you a small, genuine smile. âLetâs make âem believe it.â
With that, he opened his door and walked around to your side, offering you his hand as you stepped out. You hesitated, then took it, maintaining a cool composure as camera flashes went off around you. The crowd erupted in a flurry of clicks and flashes, and you could already hear the low hum of voices speculating about the two of you.
Rafe leaned down slightly, his hand resting lightly on your back as he guided you forward. âSmile like youâre the happiest youâve ever been,â he whispered, his tone playful but warm. âAnd maybe⌠just pretend you donât want to strangle me for a few minutes.â
You tilted your head, flashing him a fake, overly-sweet smile. âOh, trust me, thatâll be the hardest part.â
He chuckled, giving the reporters a charming wave as he leaned in, whispering back, âKeep smiling like that, and people might actually believe you like me.â
You leaned in closer, maintaining the smile for the cameras. âDonât get too comfortable. This is just for show.â
âRight,â he whispered, a teasing glint in his eye. âBut if we happen to have a little fun, is that so bad?â
Before you could answer, Chiaraâs voice rang out over the crowd, all fake sweetness as she greeted her father, loudly proclaiming her excitement for the event. You caught Rafeâs eye, sharing a look of silent exasperation.
âStick to the story. Donât slip up.â
âGot it, boss,â he whispered back, his tone lighthearted as he gave you a quick wink. âLetâs go give them a show.â
You sipped your champagne, feigning interest in the event as your gaze flickered over the crowd, hoping to find somethingâanythingâto break up the monotony. Conversations about Rafeâs latest matches, your recent shoot for Vogue, and even the upcoming Chanel campaign rolled through the evening like clockwork, the same pleasantries exchanged over and over. Rafe played his part perfectly, always flashing that magnetic smile, leaning in as if every word you said was his world. You kept a poised expression, smiling when necessary, but each compliment and question blended into the next, leaving you restless.
Just as you managed to suppress a yawn, a commanding voice sounded from behind. âY/N Y/L/N, the woman of the hour.â You turned, and there stood Charles Kensington, a CEO of one of the eventâs largest sponsors, known as much for his relentless pursuit of younger models as for his cutthroat business strategies. He extended a hand with a smirk that was more predatory than friendly, his gaze sweeping over you with an appreciation that lingered far too long. âIâm Charles Kesington. Itâs a pleasure.â
âLikewise,â you replied politely, giving him a polite smile as you shook his hand. âAnd congratulations on your companyâs recent acquisition. Impressive move.â
Charles smiled, clearly pleased. âAh, youâve been keeping up, I see. Youâre as sharp as they say.â His gaze lingered, a touch too intense, and his hand remained over yours a second longer than necessary. âAnd I must say, even more beautiful in person. Your upcoming campaign with Chanel is already causing quite a buzz.â
Rafeâs arm tightened around your waist as he turned to face Charles, his smile polite but lacking warmth. âNice to see you, Charles.â
Charles nodded at Rafe, though his attention stayed firmly on you. âIâve seen your work everywhere recently,â he said, his voice dropping into an intimate tone. âChanel made a wise choiceâalthough Iâd argue that any brand would be lucky to have you representing them.â
âThank you,â you replied coolly, catching the faint annoyance in Rafeâs jaw as it clenched. But Charles either didnât notice or didnât care.
âYouâre too kind, Mr. Kensington,â you replied, ignoring the way his eyes drifted over you. âAnd thank you. Iâm honored to be working with such a renowned brand.â
âOh, please,â he said, dismissing the formality with a wave of his hand. âCall me Charles. You know, Iâd love to see you star in one of our campaigns someday. Iâd love to discuss a potential collaboration over dinner,â he added, his voice lowering just enough to feel like a private invitation, despite Rafeâs presence.
You forced a polite laugh, though you felt Rafeâs grip tighten again. âThank you, Charles. Thatâs very generous butââ
Rafe cleared his throat, the sound deliberate. âActually, Y/Nâs schedule is pretty packed for the next few months,â he said, his tone friendly but laced with an unmistakable edge. âWith the Chanel campaign, her other upcoming works, and our time together, Iâm not sure thereâs room for much else.â
Charles raised an eyebrow, glancing at Rafe with an amused smile, as if heâd only just noticed him standing there. âAh, Mr. Cameron. Quite a lucky man, arenât you?â
Rafeâs jaw tightened, but he managed a tight smile. âIâd say so.â
Charles leaned a bit closer, his attention fixed back on you. âWell, if you ever find a free moment, Iâd be more than happy to take you on a tour of our headquarters. You know, just to chat about future opportunities.â
The thinly veiled invitation hung in the air, and you felt a slight discomfort, but you kept your smile in place. âThank you for the offer, Charles. But as my boyfriend mentioned, Iâm quite busy these days.â
Charlesâ gaze flicked between the two of you, his smile widening slightly, clearly enjoying the tension heâd stirred up. âOf course. I understand entirely,â he replied smoothly, offering you a final lingering look before excusing himself.
The moment he was out of earshot, Rafe turned to you, his expression thunderous. âWhat the hell was that?â
You blinked, feigning innocence. âWhat was what?â
âThat guy was practically undressing you with his eyes,â he muttered, his tone low and irritated. âAnd you didnât seem too bothered by it.â
You raised an eyebrow, unfazed. âMaybe because I donât see the point in making a scene over a harmless conversation.â
Rafe scoffed, his hand still firmly around your waist. âHarmless? That guy was two seconds away from asking for your number.â
You rolled your eyes, barely managing to hide your smirk. âJealous, Cameron?â
Rafeâs gaze hardened, and he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. âIf you think Iâm just going to stand there while some old fucker tries to flirt with you, youâre wrong.â
The intensity in his voice sent a flicker of satisfaction through you, though you kept your expression neutral. âRelax, Mike Tyson. It was just a conversation. Itâs not like heâs the first man to ever show interest in me.â
âYeah, well,â he muttered, his eyes narrowing, âhe should know youâre off-limits.â
You shot him a sidelong glance, amused by his possessiveness. âIs that right? I donât recall signing any contract that says Iâm âoff-limits.ââ
His grip tightened, his face a mixture of frustration and something elseâsomething deeper, something he was clearly trying to suppress. âYouâre my girlfriend and about to become my wife, consider it an unspoken rule, then.â
You felt a thrill at his words, but you kept your tone casual. âIf thatâs the case, maybe you should make it more convincing.â
He leaned closer, his hand brushed against your cheek, fingers lingering just enough to send a spark through you. âConvincing?â
His eyes never left yours, flickering briefly to your lips, and you could feel the heat building between you, a tension that seemed to stretch out endlessly. The hum of the event around you began to fade, and suddenly, it was as if there was no one else in the roomâjust the two of you, drawn together by something that felt far more complicated than a simple arrangement.
His breath, warm and steady against your skin, made your pulse quicken. You found yourself instinctively closing your eyes as his face came even closer, the space between you narrowing with every passing second. The moment was electric, charged with an undeniable pull that you could no longer ignore.
For the briefest moment, you forgot all the reasons youâd been upset with him in the first place. His proximity, the way he looked at you, the way his lips seemed so closeâit was almost impossible to think about anything else. You ached to feel him again, to taste his lips, to feel the weight of his body against yours. All that mattered was the way your skin burned for him, how every nerve in you seemed to come alive at the thought of him touching you again. You wanted him.Â
Desperately.
But just before his lips touched yours, a familiar voice cut through the quiet intensity.
"Y/N! There you are!â Aishaâs voice was bright and unapologetic, carrying her trademark liveliness that filled any room. Startled, you and Rafe pulled apart just in time to see her approach, her arms outstretched and a radiant smile on her face.
You could only laugh as she practically tackled you with a hug, pulling you in tightly. Standing just a few inches taller than you, her warm brown skin glowed against the dark emerald of her satin dress, a color that complemented her deeply curly hair that cascaded freely around her shoulders. Her high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes sparkled with joy, her makeup accentuating her features with a natural, dewy look and a bold cat-eye makeup.
"Oh my God!" you managed through your laughter. "I had no idea youâd arrived already."
She finally released you from the hug but kept her hands on your shoulders, looking you over with a proud, glowing smile. âAs if Iâd miss this! You look absolutely breathtaking, girlâthat dress was made for you. No one else could do it justice.â
You spun around, letting the fabric fan out as you struck a playful pose. âYou really like it?â
âLike it? I am in-freaking-love, are you serious?â she squealed, and the two of you burst into laughter, clapping your hands together with giddy excitement. âIâve missed you so much.â
You pressed a hand to your forehead, sighing dramatically. âIâve missed you way moreâcan you believe itâs only been a year and Iâm already involved with a white man? Truly, how crazy is that?â
Aishaâs gaze snapped to Rafe, who stood a little behind you, clearly surprised to be noticed so suddenly. You stifled a laugh as he shifted, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Aisha's eyes narrowed slightly as she took him in, her gaze appraising and unblinking, as if she was assessing him for every possible flaw.
âRafe Cameron, meet Aisha Patelâmy best friend,â you said, tugging Aisha closer. âAisha, this is Rafe, my... boyfriend.â
She didnât say a word, just let her eyes scan him from head to toe with a critical intensity. You recognized this familiar expressionâit was her way of warning anyone interested in you that hurting you would come with consequences. She always put your partners through this silent scrutiny, hoping to rattle them and make it clear they had to earn her approval.
Rafe, though clearly aware of her intent, extended his hand, maintaining an uneasy but polite smile. âNice to meet you, Aisha.â
For a split second, she didnât budge, letting the moment stretch just long enough to make him shift uncomfortably. You quickly grabbed her hand, easing it into his before she could escalate the standoff. âSheâs usually much friendlier, I sweââ
âMy dad has a gun,â she said quietly, her tone so flat it made the tension in the air sharpen. âAnd he taught me how to use it.â
You laughed a little, trying to ease the weight of her words. âSheâs just kidding⌠right?â
But she didnât break. Her gaze stayed fixed on Rafe, unwavering. âOnly one way to find out, Rafe Cameron,â she replied coldly.
Rafeâs eyes flickered, and after a long moment, he dropped his gaze with a tight nod. âGuess I know where Y/N got her threatening techniques from,â he said with a small grin, the usual smugness back in his voice.
His expression, so casual and light, cut deeper than you expected. It felt like he knew exactly what he was doing, toying with a conversation heâd read from a distance and kept deliberately unanswered. Heâd seen your texts, read every one of them, and left them cold and untouched. You felt the hurt creeping up in a way that left you exposed, vulnerable in a way you swore you wouldnât be around him.
You pulled in a slow breath, forcing your face back to neutral, hoping Aisha wouldnât notice the flicker of pain in your eyes. She turned to say something to Rafe, and you straightened, pulling your walls up as fast as you could, sealing the hurt beneath a calm youâd mastered. Just one more second, and no one would ever know.
Aisha leaned forward, curious but amused. âSo⌠howâd you two meet?â
You shot Rafe a quick look, and he gave a subtle nod, leaving you to tell the story. âWe met a few months back at this party,â you started.
âRooftop party,â Rafe corrected, unable to resist chiming in.
âRight, a rooftop party,â you agreed, giving him a playful look. âAnd the second he laid eyes on me, he was enchantedâabsolutely down bad,â you teased, letting a smirk cross your face.
Rafe raised an eyebrow, giving a mock-serious nod. âCompletely leveled me. Could barely walk straight after that.â
âCompletely down bad,â you agreed, tilting your head with a smile. âApparently, my beauty was just too blinding. He had no choice but to come talk to me, and once he did? Well, he realized I was so much more than a pretty face. He was hooked on how charming, funny, andââ
âAnd how sassy she was,â Rafe finished, his gaze lingering on you for a beat longer than necessary.
Aisha looked between the two of you, raising an eyebrow. âSassy with you? Really?â
Rafe laughed, running a hand through his hair. âThat mouth of hersâI swear, thereâs not a single day where sheâs not giving me that attitude,â he added with a soft smile in your direction.
âInteresting⌠Very interesting.â Aisha looked between you two with a grin, shaking her head. âAnd, what happened after that?â
Rafe leaned back, crossing his arms as he tried to act casual. "Well, after that, I pretty much chased her down just to get a date," he said with a smirk. "The rest is history."
You rolled your eyes, waving a dismissive hand. "Oh, heâs underselling it. He spent weeks trying to get my number, asking me out every day on Instagram, but I wasnât having it. I kept hearing all these things about himâŚ"
"Like what?" Aisha leaned in, eyes widening in anticipation.
"That he was a total player," you said, pausing for effect, earning a gasp from Aisha that you matched with a knowing nod. Meanwhile, Rafe just chuckled, shaking his head at your theatrics. "I know, girl!" you went on, shooting Rafe a playful look. "But he finally convinced me to go on a date⌠and he actually wasnât so bad. So I gave him another shot, and, wellâŚ" You shrugged, glancing over at him with a smile. "Here we are."
Aisha took it all in, folding her arms and tapping her fingers thoughtfully.
âWow,â she said, eyeing him with newfound curiosity. âI didnât peg you for the persistent type, Rafe. Especially not with someone like my girl.â
Rafe shot her a confident smile, though there was a quiet warmth in his expression that didnât quite match the usual cocky bravado. âYeah, sheâs special. Knew it from the moment I saw her.â
You couldnât help the warmth that rushed through you at his words, a sudden rush of affection you hadnât expected, especially not in front of Aisha. There was something in the way he looked at you that made the air feel thicker, charged with something unspoken. It sent an unexpected flutter through your chest, a reminder that underneath all the tension, the public facade, and the expectations, there was still something raw between youâsomething that felt real in a way you hadnât quite anticipated.Â
âSmooth talker, huh?â you teased, nudging Rafe lightly with your elbow. âYouâre really laying it on thick tonight, arenât you?â
Aishaâs sharp eyes flicked between you both, her protective instincts clearly on high alert. âYeah, Iâm picking up on that. But just so you know, Rafe, Iâve got my eye on you. You hurt her, and you wonât just be dealing with me, youâll be dealing with my dad, too.â
Rafeâs lips curved into a smile, but there was something more guarded behind his eyes now, as though he recognized the weight of her words. âI get it,â he said, his voice low and steady. âI wouldnât dream of it.â
Aisha seemed to size him up for a moment longer, letting the silence stretch just enough to make the air thick with tension. Then, after what felt like an eternity, she gave a slow nod, her stance softening just a little. âAlright, Iâll take your word for it,â she said, her tone easing. âBut Iâm still watching.â
You felt a strange sense of pride at that. Aisha had always been fiercely protective of you, and while it sometimes grated on your nerves, you knew deep down it was just because she cared. No one had ever had your back the way she did. You werenât sure if Rafe fully understood that yet, but from the way he glanced at herâslightly uncertain, but respectfulâyou could tell he was beginning to get the message.
âEnough of the heavy shit,â Aisha said, breaking the tension with a clap of her hands and a sudden bright smile. âThis is supposed to be fun, right? Iâm here to celebrate, and Iâm done with the interrogation. So, letâs have some fucking fun!â
You laughed, the sound light and genuine as you clinked your glass with hers. The champagne sparkled in your hand, and for the first time that evening, you felt a sense of relief. The weight of the conversation had shifted from uncomfortable to just... amusing. Aisha was nothing if not relentless in her approach, but you appreciated the way she could lighten any situation, especially when it felt like the pressure of your fake engagement was hanging over your head like a storm cloud.
âTo my best friend and her very determined boyfriend,â Aisha toasted, her grin widening. âMay you both drive each other crazy for a long, long time!â
You couldnât help but roll your eyes, a playful smile tugging at your lips. âThanks, Aishâ. Really. A long, long time,â you echoed, sipping from your glass as she gave you a knowing look.
As the evening wore on, the atmosphere began to shift. The crowd mingled, voices rose and fell in an endless tide of conversation, and the hum of background music seemed to fade into the distance. It felt like the world was in motion, but you and Rafe were standing still, caught in some kind of unspoken orbit that neither of you could quite navigate.Â
People came and went, exchanging pleasantries, business deals, and compliments, but you and Rafe couldnât seem to look away from each other. Even when he was speaking with someone else or laughing at a joke Aisha made, you felt his presence, heavy and undeniable.
Youâd told yourself that tonight was about putting on a show for the cameras, about playing the part of the perfect couple, and you had every intention of sticking to the script. But as the night wore on, you realized how hard it was to keep pretending when Rafeâs touch lingered just a little longer than necessary, when his eyes followed you across the room with that possessive intensity you couldnât quite ignore. There were moments when you caught him looking at you like no one else mattered, and for a brief second, the walls youâd so carefully constructed between the two of you threatened to crumble.
It wasnât just the way he touched you when no one was looking, or the way heâd half-smiled at you in the middle of a crowd, as if sharing some private joke. It was the small thingsâthe subtle ways heâd let you know he cared, even when he was keeping his distance. How his arm would brush against yours when you stood next to each other, how heâd glance at you in the middle of a conversation, as if checking to make sure you were still there, still paying attention. How heâd subtly reposition his hand on your waist, or how his thumb would brush against your back when youâd lean in close to hear something better.
And then, there were the moments when it seemed like neither of you knew how to deal with the chemistry that crackled between you. Youâd both been avoiding it for so long, keeping your emotions buried under layers of professionalism and convenience, but tonight, it was becoming harder to ignore. The closer you got, the more the lines between what was real and what was fabricated began to blur.
A sudden vibration in your pocket startled you, pulling you out of your reverie. You slid your phone out, heart still racing from the interaction with Rafe, and your eyes immediately landed on the name that made your stomach drop: Mom.
Your heart skipped a beat as you unlocked the screen, only to see a simple message that made your blood run cold:
âY/N, weâve heard the news. This is a disgrace. This is not how we raised you. Youâre nothing but a joke.â
You blinked at the message, trying to process it. News? What news? You hadnât even talked to them in years.Â
Before you could think further, the sickening feeling in your stomach intensified. Without even realizing it, you clicked over to the news app, and the headline that greeted you nearly stopped your heart:
âRafe Cameron Engaged to Model Y/N Y/L/N: A Surprise Announcementâ
Your pulse spiked, your fingers trembling as you scrolled down. The article was filled with blurry images from earlier in the evening, showing you and Rafe sharing moments too intimate for the cameras, your faces filled with a mix of affection and tension. It wasnât supposed to happen this way. It wasnât supposed to be this fast.
How could this have leaked?
Your chest tightened as a suffocating wave of panic hit you. You could feel your breath quicken, the world around you suddenly feeling too small, too fast, and you couldnât catch your breath. You looked around the room, your vision blurring as the walls seemed to close in. The voices around you grew muffled, the lights too bright, too harsh.
âY/N?â
Rafeâs voice pulled you back to reality, but it was distant, like it came from a far-off place. You tried to focus on him, on his familiar blue eyes, but everything felt off, like you couldnât quite make sense of what was happening.
The phone dropped from your hand, and before you knew it, your vision went dark. Your breath hitched in your chest as your body trembled with the onset of a panic attack. It felt like everything was spiraling out of control, and you couldnât do anything to stop it.
And then, in the midst of it all, you felt itâsomething slipping from your bag pocket, a small metallic sound against the floor. But you couldnât focus on it. Not now. Not with everything else overwhelming you. Your heart pounded in your ears, drowning out the noise around you as you tried to steady yourself, hands trembling at your sides.
You heard the faint clink again, but you were too far gone, too panicked, to care.
Rafeâs arms were around you before you even realized he was there, his voice low and urgent. âHey, hey, itâs okay. Youâre okay.â His hand was on your back, guiding you gently but firmly as he led you outside, away from the noise and chaos of the event.
âIâIââ Your words faltered, and you gasped for air, trying to calm your breathing, but it was like your lungs had stopped working.
âShh, just breathe, baby, okay?â Rafeâs voice was steady, guiding you through it like heâd done this before. His hand was pressing into your back in rhythmic motions, trying to ground you. âYouâre okay, I promise.â
You leaned against him, trying to steady your frantic breathing, but it was hard. Everything felt so chaotic, too fast. The news. The message from your parents. Rafe. Your relapse. The engagement. The shame. The eyes on you.
âI⌠I got a message from my parents,â you managed to gasp between breaths. âThey already know... the news... I wasnât ready for this. I wasnât ready for any of this, Rafe.â
His face softened, but there was confusion in his eyes. He looked like he didnât fully understand, but he didnât push it. Instead, he just nodded and gave you a reassuring squeeze, his arms enveloping you in warmth. âHey, itâs alright. Weâll figure this out. Iâve got you, okay?â
You buried your face in his chest, as if youâve been doing forever, the tears finally coming, and you didnât even try to hold them back. Your body shook as the sobs wracked through you. Everything felt like it was falling apart, all the control youâd tried so hard to maintain slipping through your fingers. The fake engagement, the pressure to live up to everyoneâs expectations, the constant balancing actâit was too much.
âShhh,â Rafe murmured again, his voice a steady, comforting presence against the storm inside you. âYouâre okay, baby. Weâre gonna get through this.â
Still shaking, you pulled away slightly, wiping your face with the back of your hand as you tried to steady yourself. Rafe didnât push you away. He just stayed close, his hands hovering near you, ready to catch you if you needed him.
âI canât⌠I canât do this. Not like this,â you whispered, your voice breaking as you spoke. âEverythingâs happening too fast. I didnât expect it to go like this, Rafe. I didnât plan for my parents to know about this. Itâs not supposed to be like this.â
He seemed to register the panic in your voice, though he still didnât fully understand why it was affecting you like this. Still, he didnât question you further. He just nodded again, that protective instinct rising in him. âAlright, weâll get you home, okay?â
You nodded quietly as he draped his jacket over your shoulders, the fabric warm against your skin. If you werenât so caught up in your emotions, you might have found the gesture cute. âYes, pleaseâŚâ you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
âJust relax, okay? Iâm right here.â
Before you knew it, he was guiding you toward his car, his hand firmly but gently around your arm as he helped you get inside. The drive home was a blur, your mind a chaotic mess of racing thoughts. You tried to fight the exhaustion pulling at you, but it was useless. As soon as you buckled your seatbelt, your body seemed to give up the fight.
You curled up against the seat, closing your eyes, and within minutes, you were asleep. The quiet hum of the car as Rafe drove was the only thing that kept you tethered to reality.
Rafe glanced over at you every few moments as he drove, the concern never leaving his face. He couldnât take his eyes off of you tonight, not since the moment the tension between you had grown so palpable. He could feel it in his chestâthe fear that something would go wrong, that something would happen to make everything fall apart.
As he looked at you now, sleeping peacefully, he couldnât shake the worry gnawing at him. He didnât understand itâdidnât fully understand what was happening between the two of youâbut the depth of concern he felt for you surprised him. He couldnât stop thinking about how heâd wanted to protect you, how heâd wanted to be there for you when you needed it the most.
But now, as you slept, he realized something he hadnât allowed himself to admit before: he didnât want to lose you. The idea of seeing you hurt, seeing you break down, sent a pang of guilt through him. He hadnât planned on this feeling, hadnât planned on the way heâd come to care about you, but it was undeniable now.
Being away from you for two weeks made him come to a few undeniable realizations. He missed youâmore than heâd like to admit. He missed the way your smile lit up the room whenever you looked at him, the playful roll of your eyes when you thought he was being ridiculous. He missed the banter, the little jabs youâd throw his way, always keeping him on his toes. Most of all, he missed hearing your voice, the way it grounded him in ways he never expected.
He regretted everythingâthe distance, the silence, the mess heâd madeâand he couldnât stop thinking about how much he wanted to make it right.
The car approached your apartment building, Rafe slowed down, glancing over at you one last time. You hadnât stirred for a while, and he didnât want to wake you up too abruptly, but he knew you needed to get out. He gently reached over and brushed your shoulder, speaking softly.
âY/N,â he murmured, his voice careful as if not wanting to startle you. âWeâre here.â
You blinked a few times, slowly coming to, the remnants of sleep fading from your face as you sat up straight. For a moment, you looked around, trying to get your bearings, and then your eyes landed on him. You offered him a small, grateful smile, and his heart skipped a beat.
âThanks for the ride,â you said softly, your voice still hoarse with exhaustion. âI really appreciate it.â
Rafe nodded, watching you with a mixture of concern and admiration. âNo problem. You okay now?â His voice was gentle, but there was an undertone of worry that you couldnât miss.
You gave a quiet sigh, nodding. âYeah⌠I think I just needed some air.â
He stayed still for a second, waiting, as you unbuckled your seatbelt and started to gather your things. The quiet moment lingered before you stepped out of the car and made your way to the front door of your building. Rafe stayed in the car, just watching you, his gaze never leaving you. His chest felt tight again, but this time, it was different. It wasnât fear of something going wrongâit was the simple concern of wanting you to be safe, wanting you to be okay.
As you reached the door, you fumbled through your bag, checking the contents. You muttered to yourself, growing more frantic as you checked again. A few seconds later, you pulled your head up in alarm.
âShitâŚâ you whispered under your breath.
Rafeâs gaze sharpened as he watched you struggle, a sense of urgency in your movements. He opened the car door slightly, ready to ask if something was wrong.
âEverything okay?â he called, his voice laced with concern.
You turned back, your eyes wide with panic. âIâI canât find my keys.â
His brow furrowed. âYou sure you didnât leave them in the car?â
You shook your head, feeling your heart pound in your chest. âIâm sure I brought them with me. I always check for them before leaving... but I canât find them. Oh godâŚâ Your voice trailed off as the panic began to rise again, a wave of dread settling in your stomach.
Rafeâs gaze softened. He could see the distress building in you, and for a split second, he wished he could take that weight off your shoulders.
âHey,â he called, getting out of the car now, taking a few steps toward you. âMaybe you dropped them inside, orââ
âNo,â you interrupted, your voice shaking. âIâm sure I had them when we left the event⌠Oh my godâŚâ You froze, your hands hovering over your bag again as realization hit you like a ton of bricks. âI dropped them,â you whispered, more to yourself than to Rafe, but he heard you clearly. âWhen I⌠when I freaked out. I mustâve dropped them at the event. Damn it.â
You turned around, scanning the ground as if your keys might miraculously appear, but you knew deep down they were long gone. You quickly pivoted and rushed back toward Rafeâs car, your anxiety spiking with each step. Rafe watched you for a moment before following closely behind, his own mind racing as he processed the situation.
âShit,â you muttered again, coming up to his car and looking inside like you could find your keys by some miracle. Rafe sat there, waiting for you to catch your breath before he spoke. âIâm sorry⌠I know this is a mess. I justâeverythingâs falling apart tonight. I didnât expect any of this, and now⌠now Iâve lost my damn keys. I donât know what to do.â
Rafe could see the exhaustion on your face, the mental and emotional toll of the evening weighing heavily on you. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel more alone in this.
âItâs alright,â he said, trying to calm you, his voice soft but firm. âWeâll figure this out. Donât worry.â He thought for a second, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. âI can call a locksmith, or we can check inside the building for a spare key. Maybe someone can help.â
You were already shaking your head, your eyes glossy with unshed tears. âI⌠I donât want to bother anyone. And I donât want to stay out here all night.â
Rafe saw how visibly shaken you were, how overwhelmed you seemed by everything. The night had gone completely sideways for you, and he couldnât stand the thought of you being alone, stuck in your apartment, still frazzled.
âYou could stay at my place tonightâŚâ
chapter eight
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my man of the year
Ewan Mitchell x girlfriend!reader
a/n: just a little something for the Ewan girlies, because in this GQ party, we are all fam đ
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You attend the GQ Men of the Year 2024 party with your boyfriend.
You watch in admiration as Davey makes the final tweaks to Ewan's outfit for the eventâa suit tailored to perfection, its velvet material snug against his lean form. A classic piece, but sporting some eccentricities that have become essential in the Mitchell-Sutton style partnership.
The velvet suit, not in the usual black or blue, also has a textured high notch and lapels, making him look like some kind of an 80s-flick vampire.
Your gaze sweeps from his polished shoes up to his face, finding that he's watching you in the reflection as he stands in front of the mirror.
He tries turning around to see you better, causing Davey's hand to fall from his shoulder as he was pinning something in place. "Ewan, mate. Save the ogling for later, yeah? Let me finish this first."
Ewan sighs dramatically, like a kid who's been asked to stand in the corner. "Okay."
You giggle softly, shaking your head at the scene. "Ewan, listen to Davey now."
You share a look with Davey, knowing smiles on your lips. Ewan, am I right?
"I just want to look at my girlfriend," Ewan complains.
"Look at me?" you question. "Look at you, handsome! You're my man of the year, every damn year."
"C'mere, babe."
"Ewan, don't move until Daveyâ."
"I won't move. But come here and give me a kiss."
"Fine." You get up from your comfortable position on the seat. Might as well oblige your boyfriend, the GQ honouree. Just the thought of it makes you so giddy with pride.
Rising onto your tiptoes, you rest your chin gently on his shoulder, batting your eyelashes as he leans his head against yours.
"There's my girl," he purrs, wrapping his free arm around your waist and Davey works on the sleeve on the other.
Then he kisses you, mindful to stay perfectly still. Only his lips move, pillowy as they caress yours. You would have to reapply your lipstick after this.
When he cheekily snakes his tongue out, you pull back, giving him an incredulous shake of your head. "Stand down, handsome."
"Oh, don't worry about me, sweetheart," Davey reassures you. "Maybe we should let Ewan have his way. Poor guy looks like he's about to explode."
You all share a laugh.
A minute later, he's all ready. Davey snaps photos of him alone, then shifts to capture the two of you together. He even manages a few that feel like classic prom poses, with Ewan's arms around you from behind.
The rest of the night is a blur of lights and glamour, and the warmth of Ewan's hand on your back quells your nerves as you step onto the red carpet.
The cameras are everywhere, a sea of flashes and shouting for you to, look here, look here!
Ewan keeps you close the entire time, steering you through it all. You can feel that he's anxious too but he's a steady presence by your side. He used to need a crutch like cigarettes or gum to deal with the chaos of such public events, but when you're with him, the noise is silenced.
It's just you and him against the world.
When his arm tightens around you, you jokingly remark, "Didn't peg you for the clingy type, babe."
He glances down, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Just making sure you don't run off with some other dashing celebrity."
An idea pops up in your head. He makes it all too easy. You let out a shaky gasp, "Wait, is that Pedro Pascal over there?"
"Where?" he asks sharply, distracted.
"By the big GQ sign. Don't make it obvious, though!" you whisper, as if you're entirely serious.
He squints, scanning the sea of people coming through the red carpet, until he realizes⌠there's no Pedro. Not yet, at least.
He turns to you with a playful glare, his mouth twitching with the hint of a smile. "You think you're funny, don't you, baby?"
You give your best wide-eyed, innocent look. "Who, me?"
"You're asking for it," he whispers close to your ear so the cameras don't catch it.
You only laugh as he pulls you closer, giving your waist another possessive squeeze.
"And what exactly are you gonna do about it?" you ask.
"Guess you'll have to find out after we're done here."
When he kisses you, you both know that the resulting pictures are going to flood the gossip sites, fan pages, and everything in between as soon as the next day. But neither of you care.
He makes sure that there's no mistaking who he came with that night.
And you would never tire of showing everyone just who your boyfriend is. You could scream it from the rooftops.
He doesn't need GQ to tell him he's one of the honourees of the year.
All he needs is you by his side to feel like he's truly won.
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I have a brain worm that is very indulgent and self inserty
Please note I get my COD knowledge from here and AO3 and no I donât want to change that lol
Please note note that upon thinking about it thereâs a bit of influence from @bi-writes mail order bride
Anyway imagine that the military creates this program to boost moral for soldiers who donât have families, by essentially hiring people to become their spouse! Does it have flaws and leaves a huge window for exploitation and abuse, itâs the military are we surprised? But weâre not gonna talk about thatâŚ
So thereâs this program and Laswell and/or Price are like Simon we are worried about how fucking alone you are when youâre not deployed youâre enrolling in this so help us god. Either youâre picking someone or weâre picking for you. And I canât decide if Simon just picks someone at random without looking at the files or he picks you because you seem like least needy and intrusive. The list of hobbies you have takes up nearly half a page, you have to be too busy to bother him.
Either way, youâre the one thatâs picked to be the new Mrs. Riley, much to your surprise. (You were only doing this as moral support for your friend who didnât want to sign up alone. You didnât think youâd be picked.) Cut to the day youâre moving into the programs cookie cutter house and youâre glaring at Simon because how dare he imply your guinea pigs are anything less than perfect and angelic, and Simon is just wondering why he has to live with these fucking weird looking rats now
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I'm adding some more to this idea so I've made a list! I can be good at lists...Also should I add a continue reading cut to these?
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Big Mama Pt. 6
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC
Wordcount: +2.3K
Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, no smut, use of pet names (Daddy, Mama, lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, b*tch, etc.), fluff, dirty talk, choking, Dom/Sub(brat)~relationship established
A/N: I don't know how many parts there will be. However, I'm open to critiques. I am a little đ¤đ˝ sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.𼺠Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.
Big Mama Pt. 1 => đŚ
Big Mama Pt. 2 => đŚ
Big Mama Pt. 3 => đŚ
Big Mama Pt. 4 => đŚ
Big Mama Pt. 5 => đŚ
*Masterlist: đĽđĽđĽ
âSo, where yoâ man at? He still ain't back yet?â asked Monica. We had been on the phone chatting all morning. âI guess on the lake. He's still probably fishing,â I said, leaning against the counter. âOh, so he out fishing, and you at home being all domestic and shit. Okay, housewife!â Monica laughed. âShut the hell up,â I laughed.
I had been cooking all morning since Terry left. I packed his lunch in a cooler before making breakfast earlier that morning. âSo, we cooking three meals a day now?â she said being messy. âListen, you messy whore. Stop picking on me,â I said, smacking my lips. I turned back to the stove and stirred the pot of collard greens. âYou right! I'll leave you alone,â Monnie said.
I walked to the fridge and pulled out the variety of shredded cheeses I bought. I poured all of them into a glass bowl I placed on the counter. Since it was too soon to cook it, I only wanted to start preparing the macaroni and cheese for now.
âWe both know you're lyinâ!â I said into the phone. âGirl, it's just crazy seeinâ you like this. It's so fuckin' cute. You all soft and shit,â she said giggling. âWhatever!â I yelled back while rolling my eyes. âYou and I both know you ain't never did no shit like this. I'm used to Big Mama who be pressinâ niggas. Now, yoâ ass in the house cookinâ for one,â she hollered. I scoffed at her remark. Was I really that down bad?
I opened the oven and checked on the cornbread. The sweet smell of honey wafted through the air. I lightly pressed the top of the bread checking the firmness. I put on an oven mitt and pulled it from the oven. I sat it on a towel on the counter. âGirl, I wish you could see this cornbread. It's beautiful,â I said smiling. âOnly you would call cornbread beautiful. Keep teasing me, and imma pull up, bitch. I'll bring my own Tupperware, so don't worry!â she cackled. âSo, you just gone show up to eat, then leave?â I asked. âWell, what else am I supposed to do? Y'all too busy playinâ house and shit!â Monnie stated.
âYou know what? Fuck you! I'm getting off the phone,â I snorted. âThat's right! You betta have Misterâs plate on that table by the time he make it home. Oh, and bring me back a niece or nephew while you at it,â she giggled. âBye, and it's still fuck you!â I said, hanging up the phone.
At this point, I was floating through the kitchenâ mixing Mac and cheese, stirring collard greens, frying and flipping chicken, and whipping up a banana pudding. It felt so good to be in my happy place.
4 hours later ~ around 7 p.m.
Rinsing off the day, Terry was upstairs taking a shower, and I was finishing the final touches for dinner. The mac and cheese was browned to perfection. The collard greens were flavorful and savory. The fried chicken was chefâs kiss. The cornbread smelled like heaven. The banana pudding was just waiting in the fridge. I had outdone myself. Maybe Monnie was right. Was I in my housewife era? Had Terry put me in soft girl mode? Ah, shit!
As I reached to retrieve the plates from the cabinet, I felt something press against my back. âI got it, mama. Let me,â Terry said, reaching over me. âThank you,â I said, kissing his cheek. He put the plates down on the counter in front of me. âShit, I didn't realize you had done all this. You really weren't playinâ, huh?â Terry asked, wrapping his arms around my waist. He leaned over and started planting small kisses on my neck.
âIf you wanna eat, you gotta leave me alone. The plates haven't even hit the table,â I giggled while shrugging my shoulder to get him to stop. âItâs a shame that a man can't have dessert before dinner,â he said, turning me around to face him. He pressed his body against mine and trapped me against the counter. âTerry, you promised to behave. Come on!â I said, pushing my hip towards him. âNo, I promised to try. I did. I swear, but you look so damn good,â he said, placing his arms on the counter beside me. I whined and scrunched my face. Did I want to fuck Terryâs brains out? Yes! However, I had also spent all day cooking his favorite meal and dessert.
I folded my arms across my chest. âAh, mama! Okay, Iâm sorry. Youâre right. I asked you to cook for me, and you did just that. Thank you, love,â he said pulling me into him. His lips crashed into mine. He held my face in his hands and tilted my head to look him in the eyes. âForgive me?â he asked flashing that devious smile. This sneaky bastard knew how to get me. âYes, now move!â I said nudging him away from me.
Terry reached for the plate in front of me. âI said move. Didn't I? That means sit down, Terry!â I said rolling my eyes and laughing. I turned towards the counter, blocking him. âMy bad. I donât know what it is, but you knowinâ yoâ way around a kitchen like this makes me wannaâŚ,â he said backing away from me. âMakes you wanna what?â I questioned as I turned around to look at him. Terryâs eyes lingered on my face and slowly dropped to my abdomen. A smile so sinister spread over his face. âI know damn well you arenât suggestinâ that. A baby, Terry?â I scoffed while smiling. âI mean⌠You love me, right?â he asked while sitting at the table.
âFirst, it was Monnie talkinâ about bring her back a niece or nephew. Now, you! I can't deal with this. Why does everybody want me to get pregnant?â I laughed. âI don't know Monnieâs reasons because I wouldn't trust her to watch a pot of boiling water. However, I know mine, and I have⌠well,⌠many,â he said leaning back against the kitchen chair. He raised his arms so that they rested across the back. âAnd what might those be? Hm? I really wanna know, sir. Tell me,â I said as I turned to the food waiting on the stove.
âDon't worry about it, Mama. Just know I haven't found a reason not to. I'm just waitin' on you,â he said smiling. âYoâ ass gone be waitin' a long ass time, too. A baby? Terry, you can't be serious!â I squealed. âA long ass time, huh? That's what you think. Imma get one out of you, âVana. Best believe, I'm not gone have to trap you to do it either,â he cackled. âYou know what? I'm not doin' this with you!â I said beginning to plate the food.
20 minutes later
âDone, baby?â I asked Terry while standing with my plate in my hand. âUh,⌠Yeah,ââ Terry said. âYou sound unsure. Baby, I ain't gone ever tell you you can't have more,â I said placing my plate in the sink. Terryâs eyes rose to meet my backside. His eyes lingered on my ass since my back was still turned. âMore of what?â Terry asked biting his lip. I could sense a hint of something in his voice. I peeked over my shoulder to see him watching me. I giggled at his antics. âTerry? You know I can see you, right?â I said walking back to the table. I leaned over so that my face was close to his. If this was the game he wanted to play, letâs do it!
âMmm. Why you playinâ witâ me, âVana?â he said shifting in his seat. âItâs easy,â I responded. âOh, really?â he said licking his lips. I could feel his breath on my face. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. I could tell he was becoming more aroused by the second. âYou never answered my question, honey. Do you want more?â I asked squatting down in front of him. âAnd you never answered mine. More of what?ââ Terry asked as he leaned up to gently grab my chin. âYou want my honest answer?â I asked placing my hands on his knees.
Terry's eyes watched my hands. âOf course, I want honesty, mama. Talk to me,â he said letting his thumb stroke my cheek. âIf Daddy wants more, he can have whatever the fuck he wants,â I said trailing my hands up his thighs. Terryâs movements stilled, and his eyes shot up to my face. His eyes clouded with lust and darkened with desire.
Terryâs grip on my chin tightened as he used it to pull me forward. My knees hit the floor so I was kneeling in front of him. I leaned over and let my cheek rest on his growing erection. âMamas, don't start something you can't finish. If you aren't ready for this, find you something safe to do,â he said. âThe fuck is that supposed to mean,â I snapped as I looked up at him. âAye, watch yourself. You heard me, little girl. I meant what I said,â he said grabbing my chin again. âMe? A little girl? Does someone need a reminder of who the fuck I am?â I asked leaning back on my calves and folding my arms across my chest. âYou got one more cuss word before IâŚ,â he said lowering his eyes into slants.
I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was initiating âplaytimeâ. The excitement of the unknown pulsed through my veins. I was about to allow Terry to fully indulge in his needs and wants. I calmed my breathing before looking up at Terry again. âBefore you what? You ain't gonna do shit, and we both know it. There ain't shit you can give that I canât take,â I said fully committing to brat mode.
âYou sure you wanna take this route? Once we begin, there's no turning back. You know that, right?â Terry asked leaning over me. His posture had changed and so had his energy. His shoulders were stiff and squared. It was as if his body was blanketing my entire aura and being. I sat for a minute contemplating my next move. How could I outdo myself?
I smiled as a thought crept into my head. I pulled my hands away and placed them in my lap. With the confidence of a goddess, I said, âYou created this monster. Deal with it.â Terry's breathing halted before a smirk spread across his face. His hands instantly grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head. âYou got a lotta mouth, lil mama. I don't like that. I don't like it all,â he said tightening his grip. I moaned loudly. I could feel a puddle growing in my panties.
I was fully committed to my role as a brat. I laughed at Terry in an attempt to piss him off. That was having little to no effect on him. I knew I had to make him execute his fantasy to the fullest. I took a deep breath before speaking. âFuck all that! What you trying to do, huh?â I asked biting my lip and cocking my head to the side.
All sentiments of expression left Terryâs face, and his body grew in anger. His hand quickly left my hair and found my throat. He squeezed tight enough for my breathing to stop. Ironically, all I could think about was how good this felt. My pussy quivered and ached as I released what felt like a mini orgasm. It soaked through my panties as he loosened the grip he had on my throat. âLook at you. Daddyâs little slut. You just couldn't help yourself, huh? Thatâs fine, mama. Just know thisâ when we get in that room, Iâm gone turn yo thick ass every which way but loose. Don't run. Don't speak. Don't touch shit. It's my turn. Got it?â he said, releasing me with a push.
I looked up at Terry with big doe eyes before speaking again. âYes, Big Daddy. I understand,â I said while struggling to hide my excitement. âOh, you think those pretty brown eyes gone help you, huh? Ha! Too late for that. Iâm trying to see the monster I created. Bring her out. Fuck all that cute shit!â he said leaning back into the chair. âButâŚâ I started. âAye, I don't remember asking you to speak. The only thing I want you to do with that there pretty mouth of yours is to suck, lick, slob, swallow, and do it again. You nasty, bitch!â Terry demanded.
As if activated on cue, I could feel the heat between my legs. I wanted this manâs hands all over me. RIGHT THE FUCK NOW! It was Terryâs turn to indulge in his fantasy as a dom. I loved the idea since he would show hints of it sometimes. His only request was not to be easy. He didn't want me to fully submit without any pushback. He liked the idea of me talking shit and provoking him. Terryâs plan involved leaning into a darker side of himself that he had never completely let out, and I trusted him enough to agree to do it. I felt he deserved this moment especially since he didn't judge me about mine.
So, letâs see where tonight takes us.
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android!john price x human!reader, or in which you seek a human companion after many years of being alone.
+18, smut, mdni, etc.
You were a fidgety mess as you sat in the waiting area of the office. Your eyes continually glance towards the door as you waited for your name to be called.
The office you were waiting in was like a dating service of sorts. It was for people who had trouble connecting with others. So, to help, one could get assigned or "matched" with a android.
The android could be your friend, a guide, ... a lover. Whatever you need, the android will help. And the android also had a choice too. Some seek companionship as humans do. Others are just fascinated by the whole human emotion concept in general.
Whatever it was, both humans and androids wanted to help each other. To better understand or to just not be alone in the world. And it seemed to help.
You were broken out of your thoughts when your name was called. The doctor beckoning to you to the door as you got up and collected your purse.
"Morning, how are you doing today?"
You smiled at the doctor, "I'm good... though, I am curious about the match?"
It was normal to be nervous. Because sometimes there were people who couldn't even match with an android.
The doctor smiled at you, "luckily we found the perfect partner for you."
You cringed at how she said it. You didn't want the android, whoever they were, to feel like they were being forced into a relationship after all.
She stopped in front of a door, "he's in there."
"Do I just go in?"
"That's all there is to it."
"What if he changes his mind about being with me?"
The doctor chuckled softly at you and ushered you forward, forcing you to open the door with her closing it behind you.
You aren't ready for this, you decided. And just as you were about to back out, someone greeted you.
"Morning love, I was wondering when I would get to meet you face to face."
Putting a on a brave face that consisted of a kind smile and easygoing eyes, you turned towards the voice.
âMorning, uhm⌠sorry, she didnât tell me your name.â
âNeither did she tell me yours.â
He stood up from the chair that was situated at the table in the middle of the room, his form was towering. You wondered how he was created in such a way, but quickly stuffed the idea away.
You held out your hand and gave out your name, your eyes holding every anxious thought within them as you hoped you wouldnât embarrass yourself, âyou can call me John.â
He didnât hesitate to reciprocate your gesture, much to your relief. And when his hand fitted into your own, you were taken aback a little by how warm it was. Your surprise caused him to chuckle which, in turn, caused your cheeks to heat up.
âNow love, I know why I am here, but how about you? What are you looking for the moment you set through those doors?â
He was still holding your hand (most likely to track your heart rate) while his eyes were trained on yours. You wondered silently if he even needed to blink.
âI want a partner⌠a romantic one. Someone who I can go on dates with, cuddle with in the evenings, and⌠and be intimate with. Thatâs what I am looking for.â
You barely managed the confidence to say all of that. Though, you couldnât deny that you wanted to shrivel up at every single admitted word that fell from your lips. A whole part of you felt so greedy, so selfish. Maybe this wasnât a good idea-
âGood.â
âG- good?â
He moved his hand to grip at your wrist and gently tugged you forward to where you fell into his chest, âbecause love, thatâs what I was looking for too. It may be hard to believe, but even androids can love.â
You couldnât stop the giggle that fell from your lips, âand I wouldnât doubt that at all.â
âThen, would you allow me to take you out on a date so we could properly get to know each other?â
Deciding to just stop worrying for once, you played along. A giddy smile on your lips as you leaned in, âif you would be so kind to escort me, good sir.â
To say the least, you never made it to your little date.
Instead, you had brought him to your home so you could get ready, though, what ended up in you changing your clothes was him politely knocking on your door to help you out which eventually led into him helping you into bed.
A date could always wait for another day, right?
Sure, you were doing things backwards, but with how John had your legs folded up to your chests, you doubted that he cared.
âAhhh, look at you, love, your cunt is just swallowing me whole.â
He pressed his weight down onto you, his hands gripping your hips harshly as he thrusted into you. His dick plunging and marking your walls, forcing your nerves to remember him. As a steady and hard plap â plap â plap echoed into the room along with your moans and sweet whimpers every time his tip kissed your cervix.
You scratched at his back, your nails digging into his all too real skin as you tried to thrust your hips back into him, desperate for him to go deeper, harder. Removing one of his hands from your hips, he moved his fingers down to your dripping cunt, with precise and careful movements, he started to gently rub at your clit. The way you moaned so loud for him as that thread snapped within you. Your walls clenching hard around him as you came around his hard length. The mere feel of you squeezing his cock had him gushing. His cum that filled you may match the white color of a human manâs but was otherwise just harmless warm fluid created and stored, only to be used in such situations as these.
And to say the least, you were his first partner who let him cum inside, and as he watched you try to catch your breath, he finally released your legs from the mean mating press he had you in. And before he could pull out of you, you had already locked your legs around his waist.
âAgain?â
You were breathless, but craved for more. To match with someone like you.. he was truly lucky.
âOnly if youâll ride me this time,â he said flipping you both over so he was now on his back and you were straddling his waist, his cock stiff snuggly inside you.
âWith pleasure, and then maybe we can go out on that date later?â
âWhatever you want and more, love. Iâm all yours, just as youâre mine.â
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âlooked like seven when you woke up, too,â he agrees with a chuckle but then begins to pout, clutching his side and rubbing the very spot she just poked. he would be lying if he said that he didnât like it, though, engaging in this familiar, playful banter with his childhood sweetheart. itâs like coming home after a long day. sheâs his safe haven, his favorite person. âno proof âcause you disposed of all evidence. smart,â he laughs, but deep down wonders if sheâd had more before the show, if itâs a habit now â they play and then she gets drunk and goes home with strangers. heâs not one to judge, but heâs concerned about her safety. âyou look so beautiful, thatâs why theyâre lookinâ at you. theyâre tryinâ to figure out what this disney princess is doinâ in nashville,â he whispers, leaning closer to her ear with a smile. their fingers remain laced as he refuses to let go. âalright, iâll only ride it occasionally.â seeing how worried she is about him, he feels all warm and fluttery inside because it must mean that she still cares very deeply for him. he doesnât know how easy changing his lifestyle will be, but heâll do his best to choose other forms of transportation, especially once sheâs living with him. âhorses are beautiful, but they can be dangerous, too. then again, i could be walkinâ down the street, slip on a puddle and break my neck. accidents happen.â traffic in new york city is so bad that having a motorcycle can be life-saving. âi know, lucy gray. youâre the sweetest person in the world.â sheâs proven time and time again that money doesnât matter. he could own nothing but the shirt on his back, heat up a TV dinner and sheâd still be grateful. she deserves a lot more, though. and now that he finally can, he wants to give her the world. âladies first,â he muses sweetly, letting lucy gray step off the elevator first, his finger still clinging onto hers for dear life. maybe itâs childish, but he likes the little reminder that itâs all happening for real, that thereâs still room for reconciliation.Â
âwhoa, it really is.â his eyes flickering to the floor-to-ceiling windows, mesmerized by the world outside. still, his gaze quickly falls back to lucy gray, more interested in taking in her reaction than anything else. sheâs way more beautiful than any city, and her childlike wonderment is so infectious, so heart-melting. âwe have to stay for dessert âcause imagine how breathtakingly beautiful all the city lights must look from up here.â the size of the restaurant is impressive, the air filled with mouthwatering scents that make billyâs stomach growl in anticipation. âgood evening, we have a reservation. william h. bonney. a table for two.â the host smiles politely at them, notes something down and leads them to their table, wishing them a lovely time. billy catches a glimpse of the high ceiling, lined with gold and ornately painted. thereâs a large, modern bar off the side. they get seated near one of the windows facing the west side, which gives them the perfect view of the leisurely setting sun. billy thanks the host and pulls out a chair for lucy gray to sit on. âsecret hang outs are our kind of thing, right?â
âmy bad, it felt like seven when i first woke up.â grumpily retorting, deciding to jab him in his side with her pointer finger as they mosey on through the lobby, âno proof anyway.â on how many she downed. catching a few of the heavy stares weighing down on them, the songstress stares back and gives strangers a big friendly smile. something they probably didnât expect. but like her mama always said, donât meet people with weird stares backâ surprise âem and you might just make their day smiling back. something most people in this world have forgotten to do. âthatâs interestinâ. my mamaâs a chatterbox too, so maybe theyâll become friends from that.â a soft laugh sounds from her, pinky still clinging to his. âalright, iâll show you some more pictures later.â when they wrap up their dinner⌠thatâs currently making her empty belly growl even hungrier now that her mind thinks about all the food sheâs getting ready to be able to choose from. âwell, you canât always be in control of that no matter how good you are at it, billy. itâs justâ those things are more dangerous than beinâ on a horse, in a car, in a plane. maybe donât ride it very often.â she still worries, hating the idea of itâ feeling scared something bad could happen to him when sheâs seen too many motorcycle fatalities. âalrighty, then. i donât mind waffle house or even a gas stationâ but iâm excited to try out a fancy meal with you. thanks for cominâ up with this idea and invitinâ me to it.â a happy grin has her face coming alive like a ball of sun, feeling grateful she is getting to be cordial with him again. thinking of how the scenario could be different, he could still be that person who doesnât talk to her. it just annoys herself because she begins to wonder if thereâs ulterior motives â like him just being lonely because him and his girlfriend isnât working out. before she can sour her own mood with her worries, she counts down the floor numbers instead of dwelling. eyes occasionally flickering up on his rosy cheeks, then back on the numbers, stifling a laugh at why in the world heâs shying up. finally a ding! the doors open up and she steps out first⌠eager to see this place from way up high like he said. the windows are everywhere so immediately she sees parts of the city before theyâve even reached the host and guest check in. âwow, look at all that⌠thatâs an amazinâ sight to see,â doe eyes lighting up, in awe and completely wowed, âand itâs all like a hidden gem. a secret hang out.â
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Maybanks sister
part 4, chapter 1- letâs do this shit!
summary: after el dorado, your lives are finally getting back to normal. However, someoneâs still missing from your life. After a long week, a run in with that someone is the last thing you needed.
a/n: ahhh! Finally some rafe and reader moments lol. theyâre a bit in a pining but not talking stage right now. Theyâre gonna get to talk soon, donât worry.
SERIES MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS CHAPTER
â-98.5%⌠gold.â
âAnd that translates to?â
âThis is money. A whole lot of money.â
With a smile on his face and everyone else cheering, John B leaned over the table to shake the manâs hand.
You guys went straight to the gas station, with the nearest atm machine being inside.
âMoment of truth.â John B murmured, all of you crowding around the atm.
âPin is 0-0-0-0⌠enter.â John B said, entering his pin into the machine.
âYouâre kidding.â Sarah had to suppress a laugh.
âTell me thatâs a temporary pin.â You snorted, John B turning to look at you now.
âI thought nobody could guess-â
âYou need to change that immediately, dude.â You told him with a loud laugh.
âIâm sorry-â he turned his head back to the machine when it started to make noise, signaling it was ready.
âHere it comes.â
As soon as the paper came out, JJ reached for it before him and John B fought over it. âThatâs me, thatâs me,â he said, âlet me read it!â
âItâs not even the money, itâs just the receipt!â
You rolled your eyes at the boys, John B winning in the end, opening and pulling it open.
âOkay, okay,â John B said, reading it. âOur joint account balanceâŚâ
âMhm..â
He took a pause, before Cleo told him to get on with it, everyone impatient.
âOur joint account balance is⌠one point one million⌠seventy two thousand, five hundred and forty nine dollars.â
âYou said mil?â
âMillion?â You and pope asked at the same time.
âUmâŚâ John B said, everyone processing just how much money that was.
âThatâll do it!â
He nodded in agreement, everyone cheering and celebrating, being unable to even comprehend just how much that was.
âHoly shitâŚâ you spoke, you laughing to yourself, Sarah laughing with you.
âThatâs the craziest thing Iâve ever seen on a piece of paper.â Pope said, you smiling and talking to Cleo.
JJ went over to the cooler, taking a beer out and downing it. Kiara glanced over at him, noticing his distance from everyone.
She walked over to him, âYou can smile, you know.â She told him, leaning against the cooler.
He sighed, staring at her.
âLook, this doesnât mean weâre kooks. Just means we have a little money now.â
âOkay, okay, wait, wait, wait, wait⌠hear me out. Really truck with yellow LEDS to replace the Twinkie for now.â
âThat is by far one of the dumbest ideas Iâve heard from you.â You told your brother, rolling your eyes at him.
âIâm not getting rid of the Twinkie.â John B shook his head.
âBut with solar panels⌠maybe. If itâs in the budget.â Kiara suggested, tilting her head to the side.
âAnd a bigger boat.â
âGuys, hold on. Hold on. Itâs⌠itâs not like we can all go off and buy houses or anything. I mean split between all of us, thatâs about 167,507 dollars. Minus what we owe barracuda Mike.â
âLet him try and come take this. Iâll mess him up.â
âIâll mess him up for my damn leg.â You agreed.
âIâm just gonna say it. I donât wanna piss off the drug dealer.â
âListen, if we divide this up, weâre all gonna blow it.â Pope said, everyone turning their heads to Jj the moment he said that.
âWow, okay. Why are you all looking at me like that?â
âItâs kind of obvious.â You retorted.
â-But maybe if we pool our money together, we can create something with actual economies of scale.â
âLike what?â Kiara asked him.
âYou remember the island.â
âDuh.â
âOf course.â Kiara shrugged.
âI mean, it was our own island, and we built everything from basically nothing, right?â
âIt was perfect.â Kiara said.
âThe best life.â Cleo nodded.
âThat whole island just to ourselves. All of us together.â
âIt was nice..â you nodded in agreement with them all.
âI think we can have that again. Right here. I mean, Y/nâs and JJâs property is going up for auction, right? So letâs buy it back. I mean, look around. A lot of land. Deep water accessâŚâ he motioned to the water behind him. âunless any of you are planning on going back to school, weâre gonna need a place to work, a place to stay and live. I think we can have both of those things here.â
âWell, itâs a nice idea, but I mean, weâd have to get the land first.â You told pope, he nodded.
âThen we could build like, a.. surf shop. And then maybe we can make our own dock.â
âThis place does need a dock.â You nodded, smiling at the image.
âOoh, what about like a bait and tackle shop?â John B suggested.
âYeah,â
âExactly. And⌠and who knows these waters better than us?â
âNobody.â You replied.
âJJ, y/n, you guys can get a new boat and run a fishing charter. We can all live and sleep in the house-â
âJust a small warning, if this works, I am not picking up after you little shits.â You told them all, specifically staring right at Jj.
âHey! Why are you looking at me? Iâm not the one who-â
You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around him and ruffling his hair like you would do when you were kids.
âBecause we all know how messy you are.â
âIâm not messy-â
âYou most definitely are, yeah.â Sarah retorted, him huffing and shoving you off of him while the rest of you laughed.
Before the auction, you went up to Jj, pulling him to the side.
âWhat?â He asked you, glancing at his friends in front of you all.
âHey, I know how youâre feeling about the house and shit, but please, donât do some stupid shit?â
âDonât worry, sis. Weâll get the house back easy.â
âThatâs not what Iâm worried about, jay.â
âIâm not gonna⌠do some stupid shit, alright? Trust me. I got this.â He held his hand up.
You sighed, he did not have this.
âHereâs the plan. We go up in one-dollar increments, all right? Itâs gonna take a while, but weâre gonna need to save every cent we have for construction.â
âPopes on point, JJ. Got it?â
JJ let a hum, although he hesitated.
âDonât change the plan.â Pope stared at the pair of you and your brother, you looking offended.
âHey, donât look at me, look at this idiot.â You poked your finger into JJs head, him rolling his eyes at you.
Everyone turned to the auctioneer, him pointing to the picture of your dadâs property.
Honestly, you wouldnât know what you would do with yourself if you didnât get the house. You grew up in that house, and while you may have a lot of bad memories in those walls, you loved it the same. It was like you could still hear the laughter of you and JJ as kids echoing off the walls.
It was a part of you at this point.
And you knew Jj felt the same way, you could tell it in his eyes.
â-The foreclosure sale of 14 Rogerâs point road. Now, this is the old Maybank place.â
âYou know, uh, the cuts gonna be figure 8 in a few years. You walk away now, you wonât have to scurry off with your tail between your legs⌠and Iâll, uh, give you a little taste on the back end.â he spoke to you lowly, you staring at the man in disbelief.
âYouâre gonna be dead before that happens.â You told the man, annoyed at what he had just said.
He stared at you with raised eyebrows through his glasses.
âHey, Dale, was it?â JJ pushed you to the side, standing in front of the man now.
âThatâs correct.â
âItâs not happening, hoss.â He cracked his knuckles. âLetâs play ball.â
You stared at Pope, already knowing what would go down.
â150 bid, bidder with 200, Iâve got 200âŚâ
âŚ
âIâve got 775,000 bid,â
âThis is way over our price range.â Pope told John B.
âWill you make him stop, please?â Sarah asked him:
âGet him out of here.â
John B went over to JJ, who youâve already attempted to stop multiple times.
âHey, please, itâs too much.â
âJust let me handle this. Iâve got it.. dude, Iâve got it!â He fought John b off of him, â775,010, right here, sir.â Jj shouted.
â775,010 to the gentleman in red.â
âOh my god!â Pope groaned.
You sighed, half in relief and half in annoyance. Your brother was dumb to be paying that much, but you knew, deep down, you knew why he did. No one else would understand, but you would.
âThatâs too rich for my blood, Rog.â Zeasy spoke, John B and Jj staring at each other.
â775,010 bidder, looking for 8âŚâ
The auctioneer continued on, âgoing once, going twice, sold right here to the gentleman in red. Congratulations.â
Everyone in the group groaned, Jj turning back to Zeasy, holding his hand out.
âThe most expensive property in the cut, and itâs not worth it.â He chuckled.
âWell, it is to us, sir. Now, if you can scurry off to your side of the island, and stay there, thatâd be appreciated.â He waved his hand, wrapping his arms around John B.
âI get shit done. We got it. Thatâs all that matters. Whoo! All right.â
âWhat an idiot.â You murmured to yourself.
â33% above market value. Wildly overpaid. Thats like all the money.â Pope told John b, before walking past him.
You stared at JJ, him looking back at you.
âWhat?â He asked, you shaking your head at him.
âWell, would you like to do the honors or should I?â You asked your brother, both of you standing in front of the caution taped door.
He shrugged, his hands going to the ends and beginning to rip it off.
âLadies and gentlemen, I christen thee Poguelandia 2.0.â He spoke, holding the ripped up caution tape in both hands before throwing it.
You stared at him, ripping off the remaining tape.
âLetâs turn this piece of shit into our home.â You told him with a small smile.
âLetâs do it.â
He smiled back, both of you doing your usual handshake, before he opened the door and saluted to the rest of the group.
âWeâre home, yâall.â
Construction on the house was the hard part of it all, everything you guys had bought and used had been as cheap as possible, even using old wood from your dadâs old shed.
And finally, after months of construction, you all felt like you had finally perfected it. JJ had his own charter, everything had been feeling normal. Better than normal.
JJ put the sign down at the dock, a proud smile on his face as he stared at everything you all had accomplished.
âThink weâre about done.â You told John B, both of you nodding and smiling, doing a handshake of your own.
âHey, guys!â JJ called from down the dock, his hat in his hands. âI think we did it.â
âHell yeah we did!â You shouted back.
âWeâre in business baby! Wow!â He shouted, you and John B laughing at his antics. âOh my gosh, this feels good!â He pumped his fist in the air, and this was the happiest you think youâve ever seen him.
Everyone watched with a smile on their faces, watching him cheer on and celebrate.
âThat boys mad.â Cleo laughed, you nodding in agreement.
He got on the boat, âCaptain Maybank at your service! Now that has a ring to it! Nothing can stop a pogue. Nothing!â
All of you laughed, watching him jump off and onto the dock.
âThatâs what Iâm talking âbout!â
âYeah!â John B shouted.
âIs he okay?â Sarah laughed, Kiara watching him with a smile on her face.
âYeah. Yeah. He just never really had a home. Heâs happy.â
You listened to the girls conversation, finding yourself smiling at it.
He began to dance, talking wildly to himself.
âSlow down, youâre killing âem!â
âTwinkle toes, all right!â
Kiara laughed, walking down to the dock, âhaving fun?â She asked him.
âA little bit.â
âYeah?â
âWhat?â He asked, her staring at him with a wide smile on her face.
âI love you.â
He got closer to her, both of their lips crashing into each others.
You whistled at them, John B howling while Sarah laughed.
âWe did it.â JJ pressed his forehead against hers, her arms wrapped around his body.
âWe did. Somehow.â
âBut we did it. We did it!â
That day was one that you swore youâd never forget, seeing him happy like that, that was all you wanted in your life.
Yet, intertwined with the moments of joy, there was a bittersweet ache in your heart. Thoughts of him, of Rafe, drifted through your mind.
Itâs been almost two years, and you were still in love with him.
You couldn't shake the memories, the way his laughter would echo in your ears, the warmth of his presence that seemed to haunt your every thought.
A sense of longing wrapped around you, refusing to let go, painting your happiness with unfulfilled desire.
It was as if you could still imagine him looking at you, a small but soft smile on his face.
You knew he wouldnât want to talk to you, he probably wouldnât want to even see you.
He probably hated you now, you thought. After you told him about his dad, maybe he didnât want to see you at all.
Unfortunately, a large thunderstorm the night before had knocked out the power, causing the live bait to pass away, everything ruined.
âWhatâs the damage, pope?â JJ asked him, pope sighing.
âFuse box is busted. Without the live bait, the fishermen wonât come, and there goes half of our business right there. We have enough profit to cover it, but barely, just barely. All right?â
Pope walked over to a jar, pulling it down from the cabinet it was in. âThis is it.â He pulled out a smaller jar of gold. âThe last of our AU.â
âUh, what?â
âWhat?â
âEnglish, please.â You snickered.
âGold. Itâs the periodic symbol for gold.â He told you all, as if it was obvious.
âWhy not just say gold?â You asked him
âBecause it doesnât matter, all right? This is all of our savings, and itâs a no-go. This is for property taxes. So,â he set the jar of gold on the table, âweâre gonna have to tighten upâŚâ
âWhich means no more 600 dollars in gas chasing tarpon up the gulf.â
âPope, thatâs our job-â JJ started.
âYeah!â you agreed.
âWe were chasing a bait board-â
âNo more 200 dollars in heirloom tomato seeds.â Pope continued, pointing at Kiara.
Everyone began to talk over each other, arguing over it.
âWhat about my imported peppers?â
âPeppers gotta go too, baby.â
âWe need to run the charters!
âItâs not the tomatoâs fault!â
âNo, hey, guys! If the business starts failing, the sharks start circling. All right?â Everyone stopped arguing.
âAnd we donât even know if your dad is coming back.â
âHeâs got balls if he shows his damn face around here.â You glared at Pope.
âAnd itâs not even his anymore.â JJ chimed in, hitting his hand against the table he was leaning on.
âIt doesnât matter. Whatâs he gonna think when he sees all this?â
âHeâs not gonna see it.â You spat, Pope sighed, ignoring your comment before continuing.
âListen, if we want to save this place, we skinny up until the business gets afloat again. Okay?â Pope said, leaving the shack.
JJ glanced at the gold that Pope had left on the table, an idea popping up in his mind.
The enduro. A dumbass bike race where people place their bets on, mostly kook kids who have nothing better to do with it. It was also where your brother went to try his luck each year.
âWhat a fantastic day we got for racing today. You guys ready to burn some gas?â
People cheered, raising their cups and watching as everyone started practicing, their bikes throwing sand on the viewers.
âThe race is kicking off soon, so make sure you get your bets in. And then wave your flag, you know what Iâm saying?â
JJ stood there, gas being pumped into his bike. He glanced over to the bike next to him, where Topper sat with a smug face, nodding at JJ. Jj shook his head, turning away from the boy.
John B walked over to JJ, patting him on the shoulder. âLetâs go baby! How we feeling today, champ?â
âLike I got this whole shot.â
âYeah? Yeah?â
âIâm gonna win it this year. I know I am.â
âYeah, you are.â
JJ turned to look at Cleo, âCleo, how we doing, girl?â
âEverythingâs all good, man.â
âGreat.â
âThe girl, out.â
âAll right.â He raised his hand up, both of their hands meeting as they did a handshake.
âHey! Bring it home, little boy.â She smiled at him.
âYou know I will.â
John B smiled at him, grabbing his face. âYou got this. All right?â
âI know.â
âYeah, good luck.â John B said, beginning to walk away before JJ called his name.
âHey, hold on one sec. Hold on.â
John B turned around, Jj walking up to him again.
âWhereâd you park your bike?â
âRight there. Why?â He pointed, jj staring at him, hesitating.
âGotta tell you something before we start.â
âOh boy, JJ, whatâs going on?â
âNo, itâs really not that bad.â JJ replied, although John B did not believe him.
âGo on, then. Tell me, whatâs up?â
âLike, literally youâre gonna be thanking me after. Okay? So⌠you know, I⌠I bet on me. To win.â
John B turned his head, pursing his lips together.
âI know, I know, funds are tight right now, but I feel good this year. So, I put in a bet on myself. Dude, the odds are like, seven to one!â He smiled, âwith me on this thing, thatâs like three to one.â
âHold on, okay.â
âItâs free money.â
âWhere did you get some extra money?â
âThatâs what Iâve got to tell you. UmâŚâ jj cleared his throat, âso, I went into the kitty and bet the last nugâŚ. Now, before you say anything, I just gotta tell you-â
John B scoffed, backing away from JJ.
âDude, listen, I got this, man.â
John B held his finger out, âJJ, JJ, just stop.â He walked over to JJ again, looking at him in disbelief. âJj, are you serious?â
âYes Iâm serious.â
âThat was our last 20 grand. That was supposed to go to property taxes for poguelandia.â
âBro, I know! Okay? I know. I know youâre about to hit me now. I can sense it.â
âIâm thinking about it.â
âSave it. Gotta commit at this point. I got it. You know I do. But it wouldnât hurt to have a little backup on this one. You know what Iâm saying?â
âYou want me to ride?â
âJust cover me. All right? Just like old times in the backyard. You and me? We school these fools, and we save the farm. You know we can do this. Easy.â
Your heart dropped when your eyes spotted the familiar bike, along with those damn blue eyes. His eyes met yours for a moment, and it felt as if time stopped, as if everyone else was gone in that moment.
âOh my fucking god.â You mumbled to yourself, Pope raising an eyebrow at you, following your gaze.
Rafe stood there, a faint frown creasing his brow when he caught sight of you. A tight knot formed in his throat. He longed to close the distance between you two, to feel the warmth of your embrace or press his lips against yours againâanything to bridge th silence that had stretched between them.
It had been a year and a half since everything, yet his heart remained tethered to you. The weight of his lingering affection tormented him, and hehted how helpless he was.
He could see the tears begin to well up in your eyes, even from afar.
Topper was the one to snap him out of his daze, and Pope was the one to snap him out of yours.
Topper hit his shoulder, Rafe finally taking a breath when his eyes left yours.
âDude, I told you, forget about her.â
âWhat? I wasnât looking at her, dude.â Rafe lied, looking over at you, only to find you looking away again.
âWas he not here last year?â Pope asked you, you finally taking your eyes off of him.
âYeah, he- he was, but I mean-it doesnât matter, I gotta go. I canât be here for this shit.â You held your hands up, your heart beat picking up and your palms beginning to get clammy.
âJust ignore him.â Pope shrugged, you sighing, holding the back of your hands to your eyes, pressing on them.
You then realized, that he used to do the same thing. You put your hands down, glancing at Pope before speaking and turning around
âIâll- Iâll be back.â You murmured, stumbling away from the crowd, leaning against a shed, taking deep breaths while trying to think about anything else.
âShit, I need a drink.â You told yourself, taking one last deep breath before standing up and walking over to the nearest cooler, stealing a drink and downing the entire can in one go, before grabbing another.
You sighed when you walked up to Pope and Cleo, your eyes avoiding Rafe and instead looking at your brother and John B.
âLetâs do this shit, Jay!â
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Unbroken
Natasha Romanoff sat on the edge of her bed, the soft morning light spilling through the curtains of their small but warm home. It was a Saturday, the kind of day she used to dread when she was younger. Back then, she had no idea what it meant to be freeâno idea that there could be a life beyond shadows and bloodstains. But now, with the sound of her two children playing in the next room, her heart beat to a different rhythm. One of peace.
Her wife, Y/N, appeared at the doorframe, a mischievous smile on her face. "I hope you're not planning on staying in bed all day," she teased, crossing her arms.
Natasha smirked but didn't rise. "Maybe I am. You know, it's not every day I get to be lazy."
Y/N raised an eyebrow, the air between them filled with a comfortable familiarity. They'd been married for over a decade now, and Natasha was still in awe of how Y/N had stayed by her side, even when she was still piecing herself together. It hadn't always been easy. It had taken years for Natasha to be comfortable with herself, to trust that she was enough.
The world had its expectations. As a spy, Natasha had always been forced to blend into a mold that others created for herâstoic, dangerous, perfect. But there were things even she had kept hidden. Things she had been taught to be ashamed of. Her intersex identity, once a source of confusion and shame, had become a quiet strength, something she had come to embrace with Y/Nâs gentle love and unwavering support.
"Come on," Y/N coaxed, leaning against the doorframe, "the kids will be awake soon, and you know how much they want pancakes."
Natasha chuckled softly. "You're right. I'll get up."
They had built this life slowlyâbrick by brickâlearning to love each other not in spite of their pasts but because of them. Y/N had always known, from the very beginning, about Natasha's intersex condition, the quiet truth that had haunted her for years. Natasha had feared rejection, but Y/N had simply accepted her. It was never an issue between them. And when they had children, Natasha had worried again, wondering what kind of parents they would be. But Y/N as always, was the rock, steady and sure. And their childrenâLena, a wild, brilliant nine-year-old, and Theo, their curious seven-year-oldâloved them both without question.
The kids burst into the room then, Lena with her usual energy and Theo following more slowly, rubbing his eyes. "Mama!" Lena shouted, diving onto the bed. "Are we making pancakes today? Please say yes!"
Y/N laughed, moving to pull the covers off Natasha, nudging her gently. "I think thatâs a yes, kiddo."
Theo climbed up beside Natasha, his small hand curling into her own. "Mama," he asked quietly, his voice full of innocent curiosity, "why are we different from the other families?"
Natasha's heart stilled, her thoughts briefly flickering to the past. She could see the way people sometimes looked at them, the questions unspoken, the stares that lingered. But to her children, they were simply a family. They loved each other, and that was enough.
"You know, Theo," she began, her voice soft but sure, "every family is different. Some families have two moms, some have two dads, some have one parent, some have more. The important thing is that we love each other, and weâre always here for each other."
Lena grinned up at her. "And we're the best family in the world!"
Natasha chuckled, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "Yes, Lena. We are."
Y/N gave her a knowing smile as she gathered the children, leading them out of the room. Natasha remained for a moment, alone, the weight of the world feeling lighter than it ever had before.
She wasn't defined by her past anymore. Not by the shadows of the Red Room, not by the labels the world had tried to give her. She was Natasha, a mother, a wife, a woman who had come to understand that the most powerful thing she could do was be herself, unapologetically.
The door creaked open, and Y/N reappeared, leaning against the frame with a warm smile. "Everything okay?"
Natasha nodded, standing up now, her back straight. "Yeah. Everythingâs perfect."
And as she joined her family, she realized that the quiet strength she'd found in herself was the greatest victory she'd ever achieved.
Unbroken.
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Tsukasa being typecast as the obnoxious chicken in happy Phoenix was really fucking funny looking back on it
Phoenix Stage director: mmm we need someone to play the annoying loud ass chicken but everyone who works here is kinda normal and might struggle to embody the role
Sakurako Seiryuin: (thinking about the plethora of tsukasa tenma cringe moments sheâs witnessed) donât worry I know the perfect guy
#mine#tsukasa#sakurako#in my head she decided this before the otori brothers asked Phoenix stage to take on wxs for a show
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The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Geekcon Revelations Gen 1 pt.81
Thursday at breakfast Mercury, Kason, and Spirit ironed out the final deals for Spooky Day. The following day they would all attend the Brindelton Bay kids' Fall festival, towards the end Kason and M would leave to finish setting up for the Spooky Day party.
Her phone vibrated and when she checked the screen she was pleasantly surprised.
M: Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr.elusive.
Beckett: Hey M, I've been meaning to call you back.
M: Why haven't you, it's been days? Are you still coming to the party?
Beckett: That's why I'm calling.
Spirit: Is that your brother?
She nodded.
Kason: Hey Bek.
Beckett: Tell Kason and Mom hi but about the party. I haven't found a costume yet and I won't be in Brindelton Bay until tomorrow.
M: That's perfect because I have a costume for you. I can't wait for tomorrow.
Beckett: You're a lifesaver. I figured I could wear an old one if nothing else.
Mercury ignored the praise and pressed Beckett about the girl from his date.
M: So, no spooky day plans with your girlfriend? You should invite her to the party.
Beckett: She can't, she has plans. And sheâs not my girlfriend.
M: You could have fooled me. Wait, doesn't she live here?
Beckett: Her plans are in San Myshuno and I'll be in the Bay with you guys.
She pressed a little harder.
M: She could come after her "plans" The party is planned till late and the ride from the city isn't too long. Are you ever going to tell me her name?
Beckett: M stop. She can't make it this time. and her name isn't important right now.
M: I heard that. Geez Bek, are we at least going to get to meet her for Harvestfest or are you going to keep her hidden until you guys are already married?
Beckett: Would you give it a rest already!
His tone took Mercury by surprise. She knew she was hounding him but he was her only brother and she knew next to nothing about this girl besides the fact that she was supposed to be great at darts, lived in Brindelton Bay, and that Beckett seemed to feel like he needed to hide her from his family, and she couldnât decide if that was a good thing or not considering his attitude.
Kason's phone rang and Spirit excused herself from the table to get ready for the day. M waited for them to be out of earshot before she responded.
M: Beckett what's going on?
Beckett: *Sigh* Sorry M. I shouldn't have barked at you. Everything is fine. Right now weâre- Iâm trying to figure some things out. I don't want to rush and risk messing everything up.
He sounded so unsure and it concerned her.
M: You must really like this girl because that has to be the fourth time Iâve heard you say that since the day you met her.
He sighed again. The conversation was clearly upsetting him but she couldnât understand why. What wasnât he telling her?
Beckett: I do and I'm pretty sure she feels the same way.
M: Okay, well that's good. So what's stopping you from making it official?
Beckett: It'sâŚcomplicated. Iâd rather talk to you about it in person. It's really important to me that you like her M...
She sensed his turmoil and decided, for the moment, it was best to drop it. Whatever he was going through was clearly taking a toll on him. Beckett hardly ever had angry outbursts, having discovered his proper trait in his young adult years.
M: I guess now is a good time to tell you that Mom agreed to stay in Brindelton Bay.
The change in topic lightened his mood instantly.
Beckett: That's great. I knew you were the better choice to convince her.
Mercury made a noise between a scuff and a laugh.
M: You keep telling yourself that so you donât feel guilty for putting the job off on me, but I barely convinced her. She only agreed to stay till after the New Year, like a trial run. Micah is going to look after the house while she's here.
He laughed.
Beckett: I bear no guilt. That's better than nothing. I was worried she would turn you down flat.
M: You brat, she almost did. Anyway, I have to go I'm supposed to be walking Comet. I'll see you tomorrow.
She ended her call catching the tail end of Kasonâs conversation.
Kason: I'll meet you outside the station, you idiot. Why would I make you carry all the bags from the car with the baby? Whatever. Just focus on the road and I'll see you in the city.
Kason tucked the phone back in his pocket.
M: Peyton?
She smirked.
Kason: *sigh* Who else, I should get ready. They're already on the road and I don't want to miss my train. You know how the king hates to wait.
M: You have no one to blame but yourself, I told you I could go.
Kason wouldn't admit it but he missed his twin brother, his complaining was just part of the act. They spoke often but they didn't see each other nearly enough. They had lived together all of their life until Kason and M made it official and he'd moved out of their shared San Myshuno apartment.
So when Mercury told him Winter was coming a day early and Peyton was traveling alone with the kids Kason volunteered to meet them halfway claiming Peyton would need the extra hands. Peyton would take the drive from Newcrest to San Myshuno where he'd meet Kason and they would take the train back to Brindelton Bay. Driving the whole way would take almost two days and with an infant that seemed intolerable, so they opted for the crosstown train.
Kason came downstairs ready to head out the door when Ishtar and Venus ambushed him begging him to go along. He agreed figuring having the extra company for Crimson and Adrianne couldn't hurt.
When they arrived in the Art District of San Myshuno they emerged to find sims dressed in costumes milling around the streets. Apparently, Geekcon had come to this part of the city. Kason loved Geekcon. He and Peyton had never missed one when they were young. As kids, they would cosplay and enter gaming competitions. As teens they'd stop dressing up and took to more mischievous activities like sneaking into the Spaceship, using the telescope to spy on the neighbors, and trolling the forums using the hack-a-ton computers. It seemed they had revamped the layout for Spooky Day.
Kason checked the time realizing they had at least 45 minutes before Peyton should arrive and decided to let the kids enjoy the festivities. Who knew when they would be back in the city, plus it was a chance to share a small piece of his childhood with his own children.
Kason checked the time as he got up from the computers after achieving an unnoteworthy score in the hack-a-ton and went to look for the kids. He spotted them by the gaming mats and began making his way over then he stopped, recognizing a couple in the crowd gathered by the DJ booth.
Bewildered, he changed course and started in their direction. Determined to make sense of what he was seeing, Kason kept his eyes trained on the spot where they stood to ensure he didnât lose sight of them when someone called his name.
He turned recognizing his brother's voice. He looked over and noticed Adrianne and Crimson had already joined Venus and Ishtar and had moved on to the arcade games. Kason dared to look back in the direction he'd seen Beckett.
Madison's back was turned to him but Beckett had looked up and spotted him. They held each other's gaze, Beckett's face a wall of masked emotions. He broke the connection and guided Madison away from the dance floor.
Kasons first thought was to follow them and demand answers, but he knew now wasn't an opportune time to pursue them. He had the kids and Peyton needed his help. He settled for telling M when he got home. For the moment, he was more interested in his own brother, who was holding a beautiful snow-white-haired infant. His niece, Hannah. Kason greeted his brother but his attention was on Hannah. Peyton handed her over without protest.
Kason: Well aren't you the most beautiful girl.
He cooed at the mini spellcaster who coincidentally had the same eye color as her uncle.
Kason: Thank the watcher she looks like Winter.
Peyton jabbed his brother's side lightly.
Peyton: They all look like Winter. Fairy gene are strong.
Kason: Leave it to you to marry a fairy. Not that it surprises me that only a magical woman could tame your wild side. Lets go guys, trainâs coming soon.
Peyton gathered the older kids while Kason hogged Hannah.
Peyton: You're one to talk about wild sides. I saw the pictures online. I also saw that M won her lawsuit against the paparazzi AANNND considering you still live at home, I'll assume you are innocent of all wrongdoing. But dude what the hell?
Kason shushed him gesturing towards the kids who were only a few paces ahead of them as they headed to the Metro entrance at the bottom of the San Myshuno Bastion Spire.
Kason: Lower your voice. The kids don't know anything about it and I'd like it to stay that way. You didn't tell Adrianne and Crimson did you?
Peyton frowned.
Peyton: I'm not stupid you know. I would never show them your smut.
The corners of his mouth turned up into a smile to show he wasn't completely offended.
Peyton: Those kids love you and M. Showing them something like that would only confuse them, and believe me they have enough to worry about now that theyâre in school and learning to use their magic.
Kason: How are they adjusting to Newcrest? V dont stand so close to the edge of the platform.
Peyton: They love the new house, Winter even considered letting them get a pet, or a familiar is what I think they called it. That was the easy part. It's the school that's the problem.
Kason: School? Adrianne did really well her first year does she not like the new school.
Peyton: I wish it was that simple. When they were in preschool they weren't old enough to use their magic and their wing hadn't grown in. But now that they're older and their fairy traits are becoming more dominant, well let's just say not everyone is as open-minded as the people in San Myshuno. When we moved I knew people looked at Winter funny, the white hair and wings were a dead giveaway she was different but Winter never let it bother her so I paid it no mind when she was around but these are my kids. Adrianne brought Crimson home crying after their first day of school.
The distress in Peyton's voice alarmed him. Kason did his best to keep his expression neutral and his voice low because the kids were sitting close enough to pick up parts of the conversation even in the crowded station, but inside he was raging. He understood why Peyton was so bothered. When they were younger kids bullied the pair when they found out that their mother had run off when they were barely infants. They would say mean things like âShe left because she hated themâ. He didnât want to imagine what kind of cruel things they would say or worse do to two half-fae kids.
Kason: Are you serious? What, have they never seen a dam- a Fairy in Newcrest?
Peyton: When Adrianne started school in San Myshuno things were different, the city is different. Now every other day she comes home with scrapes and bruises on her hands and face like she'd been fighting. She's stubborn like her mother so whenever I ask her about them she tells me she fell at recess or on the way home trying to practice flying, and it seems she has sworn her brother to secrecy so no one's talking.
The train pulled in and the group boarded. They found seats and got comfortable for the long ride back to Brindelton Bay.
Kason: Have you been to the school what are they doing about it?
Peyton: What do you think? You should have seen the way the Vice principal basically blamed us. The idiot had the nerve to say we should have done more to make sure they didn't stand out. The Principle kicked the asshole out and claimed they would address the issue but I have a suspicion that addressing the issue means separating Adrianne and Crimson from the other kids and not for their safety.
Kason was frustrated that his niece and nephew were struggling to get acclimated to school life. He couldn't understand how rational adults could look at them and not just see innocent children. Wings and magic didn't make you a bad person, but mistreating someone, especially children, because they did, made these the worst kind of people in Kasons mind.
He also couldn't help the overwhelming sense of pride he felt. It was hard to remember that Peyton wasn't the same irresponsible teenager he'd grown up with. He was a husband, a father, and sometimes a damn good brother. Kason felt a ping of guilt as he realized he didn't give Peyton nearly enough credit. Sitting on the train Kason finally saw his brother for the man he had become.
Kason: I don't say it enough but you're an amazing man Peyton. Dad would be proud of you. I'm proud of you.
Peyton smiled at his brother from across the table.
Peyton: Thanks Kas. But you still owe me an explanation when we get there and whats with the blue nail polish?
Kason rolled his eyes.
Kason: I was offered as live bait to your wife and nieces. I got to be a Ken doll.
Peyton: You see why I let her come alone. You're such a sucker.
Kason: Ha! As if you could have said no to Winter, M, and Spirit.
Peyton: The odds were stacked against you. I'm surprised you didn't show up with a pink strip in your hair.
They spent the train ride joking and catching up while keeping an eye on the kids. It felt like old times. Time and distance hadn't changed their relationship in the slightest and just like that Kason felt a part of himself become whole. A part he hadn't noticed had been misplaced, he'd shared a womb with this clown after all.
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Sidebar: Finding train builds proves to be quite a challenge. So I thank the builders because I wouldn't have been able to finish this without their hard work. I placed a Geekcon because when I originally shot the scene it really was. Then I hated all the pictures besides the one of them gaming and I couldn't wait for Geekcon to come up again so I had to find one on the gallery and being that it was the day before Spooky Day (in-game) this one felt right!
Poses: @rebouks bumperpack random poses @acha-sims kissing poses #1 @libetsims Come here little brother CC: Costumes @plazasims Builds @lesmana-enterprise-ltd San Myshuno Bastion Spire R3 Debug Snow Train EA ID: Komori44 (room) Train Interior set EA ID: diegomemphis (room)
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The House Of Piastri : ĚĚâ Oscar Piastri
summary: the one where you and oscar move into a place that you can finally call your own
âWelcome to the house of Piastri!â Oscar chimed, turning the key and opening up the place that was finally yours. âOur very first home,â Oscar grinned, throwing his arm across your shoulders, pulling you in.Â
It was far from perfect, there were moving boxes everywhere, little decoration, and many of the rooms were uncoordinated, but it was your place. Just for you and Oscar. There was no one else around, nothing to interrupt you both anymore.Â
âWhere do we begin?â You laughed, pressing your fingers to your temple. âWhat have we signed ourselves up for?â You asked Oscar, glancing across at him. His smile was wide, a lot more optimistic than you were at the adventure that you had ahead of you.Â
When Oscar suggested the two of you think about finding your own place after moving to Monaco, you jumped at the chance. It was a big deal for you both, having only ever lived separately before, but after leaving home in order to support Oscar, you knew you couldnât be alone.Â
âDoesnât it just feel right though?â Oscar whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âI can already see how amazing itâs going to look, even if it doesnât look that way right now.âÂ
Your head nodded in agreement with Oscar, no doubt that it was a place youâd feel happy calling your home. You and Oscar had so many plans, youâd spent hours awake at night talking through your ideas, searching online for some inspiration of what youâd like.Â
âThe view is beautiful too,â you hummed, taking a few steps forward across the room to where your balcony was. âI donât think Iâll tire of looking out here, itâs beautiful.âÂ
âAlmost as beautiful as you,â Oscar chimed, watching as your eyes rolled. âWhat? Iâm only being honest; it doesnât quite compare to you.âÂ
Oscar took your hand again, leading you across to where the sofa was just beside the balcony. You sat against his side, back pressed against his chest as Oscar rested his head on top of yours. It was about the only piece of furniture that you had built and ready to go, having taken most of the day to get it delivered and set up, but it left you both excited for all the hard work that was to come. Â
It felt like a dream as you looked around the apartment, neither you or Oscar could quite believe that you were finally there, after months of planning and waiting around.Â
âImagine how beautiful this is going to be soon,â Oscar whispered into your ear, âI can see us spending forever here, growing old, maybe even raising a family too.âÂ
Your eyes widened as Oscar spoke, not quite knowing what to say. He felt your body tense up, worried that maybe heâd said the wrong thing, got too ahead of himself in amongst all of the excitement of moving in.Â
Oscar mumbled an apology across to you. âI didnât mean to say that, itâs just a maybe one day kind of thing. I guess Iâm just excited for the future now that weâre finally here.âÂ
It wasnât that you were scared, but youâd never really heard Oscar talk about your future plans before. You were both so young, and had so much time ahead of you, although you knew most of your time now was going to be spent building, decorating, and trying to get your home look a little more homely. Â
âDonât be sorry,â you smiled up at Oscar, âthereâs no need to be sorry. I like that youâre thinking about these sorts of things. Forever is a long time though; we donât know where the future is going to take us.âÂ
âIâd live anywhere as long as I had you with me,â Oscar mused, âIâd live in a rubbish bin as long as you were there, even if you would end up smelling a bit.âÂ
âMoving in has really got you thinking about things, hasnât it?âÂ
Oscar nodded, kissing against the top of your head. âI guess moving in with you has made me so happy, Iâm just excited now for whatâs going to come next.âÂ
âIâll give you a clue...a heck of a lot of painting,â you teased.Â
It was going to take many hours to get the apartment as you wanted it, but you and Oscar knew that together youâd get it done. You didnât want the easy option when it came to finding your home, but even this was a harder challenge than either of you could imagine.Â
âThink about all the memories that weâre going to make here,â Oscar spoke, âweâll be able to have friends over, family can stay when they visit, and just stay here together too.âÂ
It was a big move, not only had you found a new city, but youâd found a new country too. Luckily for you, many of the other drivers who were already out there had been more than willing to help you out, offering their services whenever you needed them.Â
âI think once weâre unpacked and decorated, Iâll feel happier, your mum would be mortified if she knew we were living here with the state of this place right now,â you replied.Â
âShe canât wait to visit,â Oscar laughed, âI think she might be more excited than us about this.âÂ
Everyone around you couldnât wait to see you move in together, you were inseparable at the best of times and it was only a matter of time. Your parents, and Oscarâs, especially had pushed you to move in, desperate to see you in a place you could call your own.Â
âItâs going to be crazy, but thereâs no one else Iâd like to move in with and decorate my first home alongside.âÂ
Your head nodded in agreement with Oscar, as terrifying as it was, you were beyond excited too. Your vision was clear, and one thing you were absolutely confident of was the fact that you were absolutely going to love living there, especially with Oscar there too.Â
âYou know, when all of this is done, weâll be able to sit here and think about how lucky we are.âÂ
Your head tilted back to look up at Oscar, âI already feel lucky enough as it is. Youâre here, and weâre in Monaco, what could be better than that?âÂ
âI really do appreciate you moving all the way out here to support me,â Oscar whispered, ânot many people would move across the world for their partner. Itâs a huge sacrifice to make, I just hope that itâs worthwhile being here for you.âÂ
âItâs worth it, wherever you go, I go,â you replied, reminding him of the promise that you made to each other. âAnyway, Monaco is definitely the place that feels like home now too.âÂ
Oscar glanced down with a smile, âthereâs nowhere else Iâd rather be than here with you right now. I think I could get used to living here, with you.âÂ
âI agree, this is beyond anything that I could have ever dreamed of.âÂ
âItâs not just an apartment anymore, itâs our home,â Oscar said, âa place we can finally call our own.âÂ
âThe house of Piastri, itâs perfect.âÂ
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Dark Side
Tom Riddle X Reader
Tom is aware you have come from a school where the dark arts are taught. He knows you can help him and he knows just how to convince you
Warnings: slight manipulation, dark arts
The restricted section of the library was quiet. Tom watched you scan the shelves, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You were so focused, so intent on finding something in these dusty old shelves. He knew what you were searching for, even if you didnât know it yourself yet. Power. Knowledge that Hogwarts would never hand over to you willingly.
He let the silence stretch before stepping forward, making sure his footsteps were just loud enough to be heard. Predictably, you spun around, masking the flicker of surprise in your eyes almost as quickly as it appeared. A good sign. You were sharp, quicker than most, but Tom wasnât worried about that. If anything, it made this more interesting.
"Looking for something forbidden, are we?" he murmured, keeping his voice low, watching you like a hawk. He saw the slight shift in your expression, the hint of wariness. Perfect. You were already on guard, already trying to figure him out. Good, he thought. Be curious. Thatâll make this so much easier.
âTom,â you replied, your tone carefully neutral. âDidnât expect anyone else here.â
He smiled, just enough to put you off balance. âAh, yes. You wouldnât,â he replied smoothly, moving in closer, careful to make his steps calm, unthreatening. He had a knack for knowing when to press in and when to pull back, a skill that had already gotten him access to more knowledge than any other student his age. This was no different.
As he approached, he let his gaze drift to the book youâd picked up, one youâd clearly grabbed on impulse. The wrong choice, but heâd let you realize that on your own. Instead, he raised an eyebrow, amusement in his voice. "Interesting choice,â he said lightly. âBut Iâd think someone with your background would be interested in⌠other texts.â
He saw the faint flicker of unease in your eyes, the way you adjusted your grip on the book. So, he thought with a flash of satisfaction, itâs true. Your dark arts training didnât fade as quickly as Dumbledore had hoped. He watched your expression carefully, knowing that his mention of your past would strike a nerve. It always did. People who came from the darker schools always felt that edge of suspicion in places like Hogwarts, the feeling of being an outsider, of hiding something.
âMaybe I am,â you replied, cool but not defensive. Not bad, he thought. You were trying to keep him at a distance, trying to keep control of the conversation. But you wouldnât last long. Heâd made sure of that.
âOh, I have no doubt about that,â he said, a hint of intrigue in his voice. He let his tone stay casual, almost amused, but not enough to hide the curiosity in his eyes. Heâd learned early on that interest was a powerful tool; people always responded to the thrill of being noticed. âBut Hogwarts might not have what youâre used to. Not openly, anyway.â He watched you closely, seeing the way his words drew you in. âStill, you know the things taught where you are from arenât forgotten here. If anything, theyâre just⌠hidden better.â
The way you studied him then, the hint of resistance, it was clear you werenât going to give in easily. He almost smirked. Good, he thought, his pulse quickening. Itâs always more interesting when they resist.
âAnd why are you so interested in my old curriculum?â you asked, your voice still light, but he could hear the guarded edge.
He leaned back a little, letting his posture go easy, almost dismissive, knowing how much more effective that would be than anything intense. âOh, Iâm not interested in that,â he said, shrugging slightly. âIâm interested in you.â He let that sink in, watching as the idea took root. âA student who actually knows what magic can do beyond the harmless charms and tricks weâre taught here. Iâd think you know spells and techniques that others couldnât even imagine.â He paused, just long enough to watch your expression shift. âWhich, naturally, would make you quite valuable.â
Valuable. That word always worked. It was true, after all, though not in the way you might have thought. Tomâs mind was already racing, already calculating how he might use what you knew, what you dark school had taught you. And the best part was that you wanted this power, even if you hadnât fully admitted it to yourself. That hungerâit was just under the surface, buried behind all the polite airs and restraint you wore. Heâd seen it in the way you looked at certain spells in class, the ones that made the others shrink back in fear. He knew exactly how to draw that side of you out.
âValuable?â You raised an eyebrow, keeping your tone casual. âAnd you think youâre the one to show me how?â
He almost laughed. Predictable, he thought. You wanted to believe you could see through him, that you werenât impressed. But he could see it in your eyes, that flicker of curiosity. He tilted his head, letting his gaze sharpen, his expression just serious enough to make you feel like he was seeing something no one else could. âI think you have a potential that most at this school couldnât even comprehend. Power that few would understand.â He paused, as if measuring his words carefully. âYou could accomplish so much, if only you'd... let go of certain reservations.â
He watched as your expression shifted, and he knew heâd struck a chord. Yes, he thought, his pulse quickening again. Let that sink in. It was always the first step. Plant the seed, make them doubt their limitations. After that, it was only a matter of time before they came to him willingly, before they were willing to do anything he suggested.
âI know you donât believe in the rules, not really,â he continued, his voice calm and coaxing. âAnd Hogwarts isnât giving you what you need. Not truly. Theyâre holding you back, but youâre far too intelligent to let the Ministryâs silly morals stand in your way.â
He could almost see the thoughts racing in your mind, the way you were weighing his words, considering the possibility of everything he was offering. Yes, he thought, pleased. Think about it. Let it fester.
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this is based off of something i saw in your mean dom!jackie blurb but i'm kind of obsessed with the idea of jackie riding your face...
she's so shy about it at first, asking you if you're sure and that she's worried about hurting you but you need her so badly that you reassure her that it'll all be ok and to just "get up there already, please"
her thighs shake as she's lowering herself down onto your face. you eventually get fed up with how slow she's coming down that you wrap your hands around her thighs and pull her down onto your face, not even caring that it lowkey hurt đ
she's keening at the first feeling of your tongue in her cunt and it's not long before she's grinding herself against your face, hands tangling in your hair as she rides your tongue. it's so sloppy and so wet but at the same time it's so perfect and you're convinced you could die like this, face between her thighs and suffocating against her pussy
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i canât thank you enough for picking up on that. because yes!!
so: face riding with jackie <333
whether this is mean!dom jackie from this thought weâre talking about or just jackie in general, i think sheâd love the idea of riding your face! sheâs probably been fantasizing about it forever before sheâs finally brave and comfortable enough to bring it up. (after an insane amount of pillow humping, fucking herself to the thought simply isnât enough anymore. she needs to ride your face instead.)
so, jackie decides to be bold about it and finally brings it up:
âhow long have you been thinking about this?â you ask her, after sheâs blurted the words: âi want to sit on your face!â whilst the two of you had been cuddling comfortably. that couldâve gone a bit smoother jackie thinks to herself as she blushes furiously. she half expects you to laugh at her. jeff certainly would have. but then again, she never wouldâve wanted to sit on his face to begin with.
âwe donât have to!â she immediately says, shaking her head apologetically. âwe can justâŚgo back to watching a movie. or something. you donât-â
âi want toâ you interject.
jackie stares at you blankly. she hadnât even thought about the possibility of you wanting her to. but, after some more assurance and a lot of fumbling to both get her out of her clothes and find the right position, sheâs hovering over you.
at that point, sheâs probably still wearing her skirt. youâd been making out for way longer than the ache between her legs could handle, grinding against each other and feeling up the otherâs body through too many layers of clothes. now, sheâs too impatient, too pent-up to get out of bed and step out of it. so, she keeps it on instead, whilst youâre beneath her in your underwear, licking your lips when you notice the way her inner thighs are glistening with her arousal.
âcome hereâ you urge, reaching around her and holding the back of her thighs. you can feel the muscles in her legs jump under your touch.
âbutâ jackie points out, shyly biting down on her lower lip. âi donât wanna hurt you. what if i suffocate you??â
under different circumstances, you wouldâve laughed. not now, though, when you can smell her scent when you can see how wet she is for you. and yet jackie is just out of reach from your mouth, depriving you of the heavenly taste of her.
âyou wonâtâ you try again, giving her muscles a firm squeeze that makes her squeal in surprise. âget up here already, jax, pleaseâ
youâre not gonna try and pretend like youâre not desperate to finally get a taste of her. to finally eat her out the way you both long for.
when she finally gives in, it is slow, tentative for your sake. jackie doesnât put her full weight on you, you can tell as much from the way her knees dig into the mattress on either side of your head. you can taste her on your tongue, at least, but you have to cradle your neck to reach her, and sheâs still holding back.
so, instead, you reach for her, grab her, and force her down against your mouth. jackie gasps when she truly sits for the first time.
âh-holy shitâ she whispers from above. although you canât see it from where youâre positioned, jackieâs head has fallen back and sheâs panting already.
you only lick through her at first, doing most of the work for her. you lap up the arousal thatâs practically dripping from her cunt, humming at the taste of her as the fabric of her skirt flares out around your head. but it isnât long until jackie takes over, until sheâs got enough confidence in her to do what she wants to. what she needs to.
the moment jackie actually starts riding your face, youâre convinced that you could die happy this way. that even if she did suffocate you with her thighs, you wouldnât mind all that much.
itâs so much all at once and not nearly enough at the same time: the weight of her, grinding against your mouth, your chin, your nose. your whole face, really, smeared in jackieâs arousal.
she grabs a fistful of your hair, tugs on it and pushes you closer, further into her cunt until sheâs just bouncing on your tongue, high-pitched moans spilling from her lips while she gets off on your face.
it honestly becomes one of her favorite positions. there are few things sheâd rather do in bed, knowing she can simply use your face to get off and then lick it from your skin once sheâs done <3
jackie cums so fast like this, too :(( the first time, she might actually apologize for the way she finishes within mere minutes. but, once it becomes something the two of you regularly do, she stops with the apologies altogether, realizing that thereâs no point in them whatsoever and that sheâll always end up cumming all over your face in record time. (and just wait until jackie finds out about 69âŚthat position hates to see her comingâŚ)
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How close can best friends get?đŤś
|| Beomgyu x Reader ||
Genre : fluff đ¤
Warnings : none ho
You had a long rough day , but your bestie beomgyu came to the rescue! Long story short.. after work you called him crying about all the stress and pain youâd been keeping in for a while.
Heâs always there to listen ,he always has been there. Thatâs what made him so special to you. He wasnât just your best friend but.. he was also your crush.. somewhat. You loved him like a best friend but also like a lover ..
It had been a tough dayâŚ. work was overwhelming, and everything seemed to be falling apart. You felt exhausted and lost, like the weight of it all was too much to carry alone. So, you did what you always did when you needed someone, you called your best friend Beomgyu.
When you called him, he picked up right away. You could barely speak through the tears, but Beomgyu didnât rush you. He just listened, his calmness making you feel safe enough to let everything out.
âIâm sorry, Gyu,â you cried, your voice shaking. âI donât know whatâs wrong with me. Everything just feels like too much.â
âItâs okay.. Donât apologize for the way you feel y/n .. Iâm here to listen, Im not going anywhere, Kay?â Beomgyuâs voice was steady and warm.
You told him about the stress from work, the pressure youâd been feeling from life in general, and the weight of everything youâd been keeping to yourself for so long. It felt good to say it all out loud, even though it was hard. Beomgyu listened through it all. He was always so patient with you. Thatâs what made him so special.
Beomgyu has always meant so much to you. Itâs hard to ignore the truth but.. youâve always had feelings for him. Just a little.
Youâd always been so careful not to blur the lines between friendship and something more. Beomgyu was your best friend, the one who could make you laugh when you felt like crying, the one who would listen to your rants late into the night. But over time, those feelings had deepened into something else. Youâd tried to suppress it, to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat when he laughed, or how you always found yourself thinking of him when you were alone.
âI donât know what Iâd do without you," you whispered. "Youâre always there when I need you... m-more than anyone else. I just donât know how to say it.â Your voice was shaky with emotion.
He was quiet for a moment, the silence almost deafening. You worried for a second that you had said too much, but then you heard his soft and gentle laugh.
âYou donât have to say anything, really. I get it,â he replied, his tone warm and reassuring. âIâm always here for you, no matter what.â
âIâm so glad youâre in my life,â you said. And for a moment, you wondered if he felt the same way too.
"Hey, why donât we hang out tonight?" he suggested. "I donât think itâs good if youâre alone with your thoughts tonight y/n⌠I know how you can get sometimes.. I can come over, we can eat snacks, and watch some movies. What do you say?â
âIâd love that,â you said, the exhaustion in your voice mixing with a bit of relief. âThat sounds perfect, Gyu! But.. itâs like 1 am right nowâ
"I know," he said . "I'll be there in 20 minutes, okay? Get comfy, we're doing a full movie marathon.â
âââââ
You sighed and leaned back in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, your thoughts still spiraled. The rattling sound of the wind outside was oddly comforting.
You were grateful for Beomgyu, though. He always knew how to show up, even when you didnât ask for it. He never pushed when you needed space, but he also never hesitated when you needed someone to remind you that you werenât alone.
|| 1:47 am ||
You continued to just zone out for a while , until you heard a knock on your door.
You put on your cute slippers and fixed yourself a little as you made your way to the door. You took a deep breath in before opening the door.
âHi gyu â you gave him a warm smile. Beomgyu stood there, a bag of snacks in one hand, his other hand tucked into the pocket of his hoodie. He grinned as soon as he saw you, the familiar twinkle in his eyes making you feel a little lighter. âHey, Y/n,â he said. âGot you some chips, candy, and..â He paused, holding up a cup of (your fav drink).
You smiled a little wider, stepping aside to let him in. âUgh gyu youâre literally the best. What would I do without youâ you sighed as you both made your way to your room.
âSorry about the mess.. ha..â you chuckled nervously. You forgot to pick up a bit before he came , but whatever heâs your best friend. He didn't comment on it though, just tossed the bag of snacks onto your bed and flopped down next to it.
âMovie marathon?â he asked, reaching for the remote. "I'll pick the first one, and no falling asleep during the movie! " he teased.
âI never do!â You giggled as you took a seat beside him on the bed.
He raised an eyebrow at you, clearly not buying it. âMhm.. sure y/nâ he replied. You laughed.
âWhat movie do you wanna watch? â he asked while scrolling with the remote.
You thought for a moment before answering, grinning a little. "How about (your fav movie) ?" you suggested, the one movie you could watch over and over again without ever getting bored.
âAhh good choice,â he said before clicking play on the remote. You leaned back into the pillows, pulling the blanket up around your shoulders as the opening scene began.
As the movie played on, you found yourself not really paying attention to the plot, but rather.. Beomgyu's presence. The lighting was dim in your room .. and it just made him glow. His side profile was gorgeous and his beautiful blonde mullet was the cherry on top.
You found yourself staring a little longer than you should, trying to pinpoint what was making your heart race in a way that felt unfamiliar. The warmth of his presence was always comforting, but this felt different.
His blonde mullet, slightly messy , framed his face so delicately . The dim lighting of the room made him look almost ethereal⌠like something out of a dream. You blinked again, trying to snap yourself out of it.
Whatâs going on with me? You shifted uncomfortably on the bed, maybe itâs because how close you were to him
You told yourself it was just the exhaustion of the late hour, the cozy atmosphere, or maybe just how close the two of you were that made everything feel a little too... intimate.
But⌠he was your best friend. Youâd always felt safe with him, always had fun with him. You could talk about anything, and he always knew exactly how to make you laugh. Thereâs no way this could be anything more, you thought, trying to rationalize it. Right?
You glanced at the clockâ3:56 am. A yawn escaped your lips, and you tried to stifle it, but it was no use. The tiredness was finally catching up with you.
Beomgyu caught onto it. "Tired, huh?" He smiled at you . "Told you , you wouldnât last."
You rubbed your eyes and let out a small laugh. "I guess so..." Your head felt heavy, your body sinking deeper into the bed. Maybe I was a little more tired than I thought.
You rested your eyes. and then.. you fell asleep.
ââââââââ
|| 8:41 am.. ||
Your mind was still foggy from sleep, and for a moment, everything felt like a blur. The soft rays of morning light filtered through your window, but it wasnât until you felt the warmth next to you that you realized something was off. you felt something or other.. someone beside you. Your mind was still hazy from sleep. You froze for a moment.
Wait, what? You thought, suddenly very aware of the weight on your shoulder and the arm draped gently across your waist. Beomgyu. You could tell by the soft breathing that he was still asleep.
You carefully shifted, but Beomgyuâs arm tightened around you, pulling you closer in his sleep. He picked up his leg and draped it over yours. Oh my god, you thought, panic rising. This is so not how I imagined waking up. You tried to remember how youâd ended up like this. The last thing you remembered was falling asleep, your eyes getting heavy and then⌠but how did he end up so close beside you?
You were tangled up with him, literally and emotionally, and you had no idea what to do with the sudden rush of warmth flooding your chest. You carefully tried to shift your body away from his.
This made it so much worse.
Beomgyu scooted closer to you. Resting his head on your chest and cuddling you like a little teddy bear. His warm breath tickled your neck as he scooted even closer. You felt your face flush at the closeness. You bit your lip, trying to calm your racing heart. For a moment, you simply laid there, his warmth against you, listening to the soft sound of his breathing. Maybe you could just stay in this moment forever, pretending everything was fine, pretending you werenât questioning everything about your feelings for him.
The way he fit so perfectly against you, his body pressed up against yours like he belonged there. You had never felt this kind of closeness with him before, and it was making everything inside you feel... confusing.
This isnât right. He's just my best friend. Heâs always been my best friend, you tried to remind yourself, but it was hard to focus on anything other than the way his body felt against yours. The beat of his heart, the warmth of his skin, the way he seemed so at ease with you...
You shifted slightly, trying to adjust without waking him. But Beomgyu stirred, his head moving against your chest, and then he murmured your name in his sleep. âY/nâŚâ
You froze again, your heart skipping a beat.
You glanced down at him, his messy blonde hair falling across his face, his features soft in sleep. For a second, you just stared at him, wondering if he could feel the same pull you felt. Could he?
You shifted slightly again, carefully, and Beomgyu's eyes fluttered open, barely. He blinked lazily, then mumbled, âHmm? Are you okay?â
You tried to swallow the nervous lump in your throat, your mind still spinning. âYeah,â you whispered, voice barely above a murmur. âJust... tired.â
He hummed in response, snuggling deeper into you, as if THIS was perfectly normal. âGood,â he whispered, then relaxed back into his position, his head resting on your chest again. You could feel his breath, slow and steady, against your skin.
âAre you sure youâre okay y/n? Your heartbeat is very fast..â he said with a concerned tone.
âMaybe... maybe Iâm just... overthinking,â you said quickly, your voice was shaky.
He shifted, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look directly at you.
âY/n⌠If youâre not okay, you know you can tell me, right?â His voice was gentle, filled with understanding.
âYeah. Yeah, Iâm fine. Just⌠just tired, like I said.â You continued to lay straight on your back, staring at the ceiling.
Beomgyu didnât seem entirely convinced, but he didnât push any further. Instead, he just gave you a soft smile and laid back down. This time he laid closely next to you. His body turned to face yours. His fingers traced every strand of your hair.
"You're not usually this quiet," he said after a while, his voice softer now. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
âI⌠I donât know,â you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I just donât want to mess things up. I donât want things to change between us."
âY/n, nothingâs going to change,â he said quietly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was light, gentle, but the way it made your skin tingle only made your heart beat harder. "Youâre my best friend, and thatâs never going to change. No matter what.â
âAre you sure?â you whispered, your voice barely audible, as if the slightest doubt would shatter the fragile moment between you. You turned your head to face him, your breath catching when his eyes met yours again.
Beomgyu smiled, his gaze gentle but filled with sincerity. "Iâm sure," he said. "Iâll always be here, Y/n. Nothingâs going to change that."
But as you stared into his eyes, you couldnât help but wonder⌠what if it already had?âŚ.
(a/n : my bad for not writing the last several months. I had a bf but he treated me like shit âŚđż butttt now Iâm back fr đ also sorry for mistakes I never reread ts after im done writing fr)
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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 34
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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, alcohol use, mentions of smut, mentions of cheating, mentions of drug use, crying, arguing, jealousy, breakup
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Part 34: Twilight Zone
Saturday, September 23rd, 1989
"Hurry up, Eds! They're gonna be here in less than an hour! And we still have to get dressed!" You shout to Eddie as you both scramble to get your apartment tidied up before your guests arrive.
"I'm going as fast as I can, angel! I still don't get why we have to clean up the bedroom. It's not like we're having the party in there. Unless it's an extra fun kind of party you didn't tell me about." He jokes, picking up all his dirty clothes from the floor of the bedroom and tossing them in the laundry basket. He fixes the bedspread, putting it just the way you want it to be.
"They might take a peek out of curiosity, Eddie. And if they do, I don't want anyone to think we live like pigs!" You retort, wiping down the coffee table with some lemon Pledge. "Did you get the litter box already?" You call to him from down the hall.
"Yes, Y/N. For the millionth time, yes!" He groans, wiping his palms down his face. You're being particularly anal-retentive tonight, so eager to impress your friends with your new apartment. He'd find it cute if it wasn't so goddamn annoying.
"I'm sorry. I just want everything to be perfect. It's our first time having people over." You say as you get up off the floor and rush to the kitchen and empty the dishwasher. "Can you take the trash out, babe?" You ask, the last thing you need to do before getting dressed.
"You got it, sweetheart. But if this is how it's gonna be any time we have people over, I'm gonna avoid it like the fuckin' plague." He grumbles, pulling the very full bag out of the can to take it to the trash chute.
"We wouldn't be rushing if somebody hadn't kept us in bed all day." You sing-song, putting the blame on him.
"Says the woman who couldn't stop riding my face." Eddie scoffs, heading out the front door for a moment to take the garbage away. You sigh, waiting for him to come back so you can put an end to the bickering. Tonight is supposed to be fun, and relaxing. To spend time with your friends. You finish putting the dishes away, and hear him open the door again, much gentler this time. You smile when you recognize his slow steps, he's coming over to you to apologize. "I'm sorry, babydoll. I know you wanna be a good hostess." Eddie coos, pressing a kiss to your neck as his hands find your hips.
"I'm sorry, too. I don't need to be riding your ass so much. You've been really helpful." You sigh blissfully, more than happy to end this little tiff.
"Mmm, very true. You ride my ass enough as it is." He chuckles darkly, nipping on your throat.
"You know you love it, Eds." You reply, holding back a moan at his teeth worrying your skin into a light bruise. "We'd better get ready, baby. We don't have a lot of time." You say softly, your eyes fallen closed from his insatiable touch.
"I s'pose you're right. I'd hate for our friends to find you bent over this counter while I'm fucking you into next week." He gives you one last little bite, before pulling away entirely. He clears his throat, adjusting himself uncomfortably in his jeans.
"Naughty boy." You giggle impishly, heading down the hallway to change into a cute dress for tonight. Something black, and revealing. A garment that will drive Eddie wild all night, forcing him to keep his hands to himself until everybody leaves.
"You're wearing that?" Eddie asks, pointing at the silk, spaghetti strap dress you're holding on its hanger.
"Mhm. Just for you, baby." You tease, biting your lip.
"Ugh, you're killin' me already, sweetheart. Do you have any idea how hard it's gonna be to behave myself?" He groans, his pants growing tighter at the idea of your sinful body in that little number. The skirt barely goes past your ass, and the front shows off every ounce of cleavage imaginable.
"Iâm highly aware of the challenge. I only hope you're up for it." You give him a cheeky wink, turning away to undress.
"What should I wear, princess?" Eddie asks, somewhat distracted by your jeans rolling down your legs, leaving your supple skin exposed.
"Uh, I dunno. A nicer shirt, and jeans with no holes in them at least." You answer, sensing his eyes on you. You take off your shirt, and switch out your current bra for a far more sexy one. You also remove your panties, neglecting to put on a fresh pair altogether. Eddie definitely takes notice while he exchanges his own clothes, smiling to himself with all the little ways he can tease you tonight.
"How do I look?" He asks as you turn around. He looks exactly as you were expecting, wearing a dark blue button-up with rolled sleeves and the top buttons left open to show off his chest a bit. You've seen him dressed this way so many times, but it never, ever gets old. He of course can't be bothered to wear nicer pants, but he at least listened about 'no holes'.
"You look good enough to eat, baby." You say lowly, walking over to him, your hands meeting his chest. You guide his back to the wall, unable to help yourself. You give him a hungry kiss, slipping your hand inside the opening of his shirt. Eddie hums against you, grabbing your ass as your tongues come out to play.
"So do you, sweetheart. You have no idea." He says with a smirk between kisses. He squeezes your rounds of flesh roughly, making you moan as arousal spreads through your bare folds. Eddie pulls away, the both of you left out of breath. "You'd better finish gettin' ready. I sense a group of freaks and weirdos quickly approaching." He jokes, giving your butt a light smack to dismiss you.
"Eddie Munson, showing some self-control. I'd better alert the press." You bully, leaving him to go do your makeup in the bathroom. You keep it light, mostly lipstick and eyeliner. Eddie insists that's all you ever need. He's such a sweetheart, always showering you with compliments. You'll never get over feeling so loved by him every second of the day.
"Keep crackin' the jokes, love. See how well that works out for you." He calls to you in warning, before following you. He sits across from you on the edge of the bathtub. He watches as you meticulously circle your eyes in thin black lines, and drag a cherry red lipstick across your mouth into a blowjob-worthy pout. Just when you set the stick down and give yourself a final once-over, you hear a knock on the door.
"Shit! They're here!" You run back to the bedroom, scrambling to put your heels on. "Get the door!" You command, and Eddie goes to greet your guests. You hear the voices of Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Chrissy as they step inside your home. You immediately feel giddy, pulling the back strap over your heel to get your other shoe on. You leave the bedroom, joining the party before they wonder where you are.
"Y/N! You look totally smokin'!" Robin exclaims, handing off the bags of chips she brought to Steve so she can give you a hug. She throws her arms around you, squeezing a little too tight.
"Hey, now. Don't be makin' moves on my woman." Eddie scolds playfully, waiting for his turn. "How are you, Rob?" He asks as they embrace.
"I'm doing great. I've actually started seeing someone." She says happily.
"And who's the lucky guy?" He asks, and the room falls quiet. "What?" He questions, confused. Everyone gives him awkward looks, clearly he's missed something.
"The lucky girl is named Vickie." Robin replies, almost flinching as she speaks. Everyone waits for his reaction, and he just smiles wide.
"Oh! Well, that's great! Can't wait to meet her." Eddie says a little too loud, growing red in the face.
"Sorry, I thought you knew." Robin sucks through her teeth.
"Nope. I really was kidding before. God, I'm a dumbass." He smacks his forehead, clearing his throat to force the feeling of idiocy away.
"Don't feel bad, Eddie. I didn't know right away, either. I spent almost an entire summer pining after her." Steve says, hoping to alleviate the tension in the room.
"And that was seriously painful to watch, Stevie." Robin says, taking the chips from him once again and bringing them to the kitchen.
"Alright, enough! Who needs a drink?" Nancy asks, rolling her eyes. Everyone answers in some form of 'yes', and she takes it upon herself to pour the girls some wine and get beers for the boys. You finish giving your hugs and take a seat. Robin, Nancy, and Chrissy sit on the couch, while Steve and Eddie take the armchairs, with you in Eddie's lap.
"I guess I'll be the first to congratulate you on your victory yesterday." Chrissy says, speaking up the first time this evening.
"Thank you, Chris. We're extremely relieved it went our way." Eddie replies for the both of you, squeezing you a little with his arms that rest around your waist.
"I wish I would've been there to see it. But I couldn't get off work." She says, somewhat sadly.
"It's okay, really. It's not like you were involved or anything. And you've got your own trial to worry about." You reassure her.
"Shit, I don't even want to think about that right now." She laughs dryly, taking a large gulp from her glass.
"No problem. We'll move on to somethin' else. How's JJ?" Eddie asks, changing the subject.
"He's doing great! He's been adjusting really well to us living with my aunt." Chrissy smiles, reminded of her pride and joy. She misses him every second she's away, but she appreciates having the chance to get out of the house on her own tonight.
"That's great. I'm glad you're both doing so well." You respond, taking a large sip of your wine.
"Thank you. This place looks great, by the way." She says kindly.
"Yeah, it really does. No offense, but I always took Munson for a slob." Steve chimes in.
"Believe me, Y/N won't stand for my messiness. She really cracked the whip to get me to help clean up before you guys came over." Eddie replies with a chuckle, pinching your side teasingly.
"Knowing Y/N, I doubt it was that bad to begin with." Nancy adds, giving you a reassuring nod. She knows full well how much the boys like to tease, even if they go a bit too far.
"What can I say? I can't stand clutter, it drives me crazy." You shrug, polishing off your first drink of the evening. "Anyone need a refill?" You ask, getting out of Eddie's lap to stand up.
"I'll take another beer, sweetheart." Eddie answers, chugging the rest of his half-drunk one and handing you the empty bottle as he swallows. He lets out a low belch, covering his mouth with his fist. "S'cuse me."
"Charming as always, Eds." You roll your eyes, taking the bottle and tossing it away in the kitchen trash. You get a fresh one from the fridge, and pour yourself another glass of dry red. You return to his lap a moment later, giving him his beer.
"Thank you, babydoll." Eddie coos, giving you a gentle kiss.
"So, Rob? What do we need to know about this mysterious 'Vickie'?" You ask, looking at her. You're very happy to hear that she's found somebody, you were becoming a little worried that she'd be subtly pining after you forever. It's flattering, sure. But one-sided crushes aren't exactly a pleasant experience. And more than anything, you wouldn't want any romantic feelings to get in the way of your friendship. Robin is a really amazing person in every way, and you hope to know her for the rest of your days.
"Well, she's a redhead. She keeps it real short, very Molly Ringwald. And she's got these beautiful eyes I could get lost in for hours. And she likes all the same movies I do, our first date was actually watching Dr. Zhivago in her apartment. She has great taste in everything, really. Food, music, fashion..." Robin speaks dreamily about Vickie, which makes your heart fill with happiness on her behalf. The way you can see her visualizing this girl as she describes her, eyes twinkling with pure admiration. It reminds you of the way you and Eddie feel about each other. Totally, completely, helplessly in love. Robin eventually stops talking, realizing she's gone on a rather impassioned rant. "Sorry, I'm talking too much." She blushes, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
"No, you're not. Vickie sounds awesome, Robin. And I'm sure she'd happily talk her friends' ears off about you, too." You say with a laugh, and her expression brightens in response.
"I appreciate that, Y/N. I'll have to bring her along next time." Robin can't help beaming at that idea, bringing her first real girlfriend around to meet all of her friends. It sounds so perfect, so...normal. She doesn't really get a whole lot of that in this less-than-open-minded town.
"You'd better." You affirm. "What about you, Steve? Any luck in the dating pool?" You change the subject a little, noticing Steve has grown a little quiet now. You suppose his past crush on Robin, as well as her new relationship, has reminded him of his bad luck in love.
"Nah, not really. I've kinda tapped it out at this point." Steve says dryly, taking a swig of his beer.
"I'm sorry to hear that. You really are a great guy, Steve." You reply apologetically, recognizing that this may not have been the right route to take.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. 'The right girl is out there somewhere'." He mocks, rolling his eyes at the constant reassurance that he will find 'the one' someday. He's become less and less convinced that this is true, and watching the rest of you be so damn happy certainly isn't helping his case. Eddie Munson of all people can find a smokin' hot chick that's the love of his life, and Steve 'the King' Harrington can't? He may as well give up altogether.
"Don't be an ass, man. It may be annoying and cliche, but it's true. Maybe if you stopped tryin' so hard, it would happen for you." Eddie cuts in, speaking honestly. He feels for Steve's plight, truly, he does. Hell, he never thought he'd be so lucky to find a girl even half as amazing as you are. But before you came along, he went looking for affection in all the wrong places. It wasn't until he took a minute to step back and let shit fall where it may, that you happened to come crashing into his life. Well, more like he crashed into yours, if he's honest about it. Steve gives him a slight glare, but Eddie doesn't let up. "Look, all I'm sayin' is that I've been where you are. We all have." Eddie gestures around the room, and everyone nods in agreement. "You can't force true love or connection, Steve. You just have to let it happen."
"I know. I just..." Steve trails off, sighing as he doesn't want to say what he's really thinking. You'll all laugh and call him a weenie. He picks at the label on his beer, before flicking his eyes up to gaze around the room. And what he finds surprises him. You're all looking at him intently, with loving, supportive expressions on your faces. "I just want to get my life started so badly. I want a partner, a home, and lots of kids. It's all I've ever wanted." His breath catches, heat building behind his eyes. "I wanna build a family, to shower them with all this love I have inside of me. Because I never got that from my parents. Ever." His voice breaks, and he realizes that he's crying. Way to ruin the mood, dingus, he mentally scolds himself.
"Aw, Stevie. C'mere." Robin says, standing up to go to him. He meets her in the middle, and she captures him in a tight hug. "It'll happen, Steve. I promise. And you're gonna make a great husband, and a great dad. Whoever your spouse and kids turn out to be will be so lucky to have you." She says tearfully, wishing she could conjure up someone perfect for her best friend. It's too bad things don't work that way.
The rest of you stand up too, forming a warm group hug around Steve. He takes notice of the additional weight surrounding him, laughing through a sob. "Jesus, I'm sorry, guys. I'm being a total dork right now."
"No you're not, Steve. We love you, and we're here for you. That's what friends are for." Nancy says, resting her head on Steve's shoulder. He sighs happily at the contact, so grateful to have all of you as his friends. The six of you stay standing like this for a minute, radiating kindness and empathy.
"Okay, I think I'm good now." Steve dries his eyes, smiling wide. "Who's up for a game of Trivial Pursuit?"
Your huddle disperses at Steve's suggestion for a more cheerful activity, taking your places once more. Steve pulls out the game, and everyone picks their color to play. You spend the next hour or so answering various trivia questions and filling in the little plastic pie slices. The lot of you get rather competitive, though, on the edge of your seats as you try to get as many answers right as possible. There's lots of laughing, and shouting, and cheers of victory. It's all a very good time among friends, the energy in the room happy and comfortable. You've missed doing things like this with these wonderful people. The last thing you can remember that would even come close to this was karaoke at the Hideaway, which was months ago.
"Fuck, yes! I win!" Eddie surprises everyone by taking the win, forcing you off of his lap to do a goofy victory dance. He pulls you in for a celebratory kiss afterwards, very nearly sweeping you off your feet. This earns some rather lewd noises from the others, and you have to push him away to get it to stop.
"Looks like I need another refill." You say once the ruckus dies off, picking up your empty glass. Nancy and Robin follow behind to fill up their own glasses again, too.
"Hey, where's your bathroom?" Steve asks, getting up from his spot.
"Down the hall and to the left, Stevie. Don't get lost." You answer with a giggle, opening the fridge to get out the opened wine bottle. You fill up your glass, as well as Nancy's and Robin's. You make very light conversation, hearing Eddie get out of his chair to sit with Chrissy on the couch for a minute while you all take a break.
"I haven't had the chance to thank you, Eddie." Chrissy says on the other side of the wall.
"For what?" He replies.
"For saving my life." Chrissy clarifies.
"Oh, please. That was all Y/N." Eddie says humbly.
"But you helped. And before I left Jason, you were there for me when I needed you." She says sweetly, which makes you smile a little.
"I was selling you drugs, Chris. That's hardly 'being there' for someone." He snorts, undoubtedly rolling his eyes.
"We both know you did more than that. You listened to me, when no one else would." She insists.
You don't hear them say anything else for a moment, which feels odd. You expected to hear Eddie give some kind of response to that, he's not one to freeze up mid-conversation. Something doesn't feel right. You take your glass, ignoring whatever the hell Robin and Nancy have been talking about. Not that you were particularly paying attention to begin with. They give you an odd look, following your quick footsteps. You come around the corner, returning to the living room. And you find something you'd never expect to in a million years. You see Chrissy kissing your boyfriend, hands cupping his face, while his own hands sit frozen in his lap.
"What the fuck?" You gasp, your stomach dropping at the sight before you. Your wine glass falls from your hand, shattering on the floor and spilling a trail of dark red in the debris.
Eddie pushes Chrissy away, practically leaping off the couch to distance himself from her. His eyes meet yours, his mouth open in shock. "Y/N, it's not what it looks like." He puts a defensive hand up, hoping you'll let him explain.
"And what does it look like, Eds?" You snip, crossing your arms. "Because to me, it looks like you're kissing someone who isn't your girlfriend!" You say angrily, giving Chrissy a sour look.
"I-I didn't! She kissed me!" Eddie splutters, gesturing at the blushing woman still sitting on your sofa.
"And why would she do that, Eddie? Are you sleeping with her?" You retort, growing angrier by the second. You were all having such a nice night, and it's quickly turned into a nightmare.
"What?! No! Jesus, Y/N! When would I even have time to do that?" He asks, making you scoff.
"Dude, that is not the way to answer that." Steve interjects, coming back down the hall from his bathroom break. He's heard everything else so far, you aren't exactly keeping things quiet.
"Seriously." You add, shaking your head. "But you didn't answer my question. Are you sleeping with her?" You ask again, stepping closer to Eddie. Your body is coursing with adrenaline, and you're trying not to break down crying right now. Your stomach is doing flips, and you really hope this night doesn't end the way you think it will.
"No, Y/N. I swear to you, I am not cheating on you. Not with Chrissy, not with anyone." Eddie explains as calmly as he can, though on the inside he feels like the world is falling apart. The fury in your eyes, your trembling body, he senses a blow-out on the horizon.
"Alright. Fine." You say flatly, turning away from him to face Chrissy again. "Why did you kiss my boyfriend?" You ask her viciously. She raises her bowed head, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "Have you slept with Eddie before, Chrissy?" She doesn't even have to say anything, her shifting eyes and continued tears tell you everything you need to know. "Fuck's sake." You chuckle angrily, turning away from the entire party and storming down the hallway. You don't even know what you're doing, you're just following your bodily instincts. You go to your closet, finding a small suitcase. You yank it out and plop it on the bed. You hear footsteps approaching, four sets of them. You ignore them, far too upset to do anything besides pack your things and get the fuck out of here.
"Y/N, what the hell are you doing?" Eddie asks fearfully once he and the others enter the room.
"What's it look like I'm doing?" You shoot back, still avoiding his gaze.
"Y/N, please, just let me explain." He says, stepping forward to put his hand on your arm.
"Don't fucking touch me!" You shriek, yanking your arm away and pointing an accusing finger at him. "Tell me the truth. All of it." You jab at his chest.
"Alright, alright. Can you just stop for a minute?" Eddie pleads, holding back tears as he fears losing you. He looks to the others gathered in the doorway. "You mind giving us some privacy?" He asks rudely, shooing everyone else away. They scurry back down the hall, leaving you and Eddie alone. He goes to shut the bedroom door, and turns to you again. "Can you sit with me? Please?" He sits on the edge of the bed, gesturing for you to join him. You do, but you sit as far away on the other side as you possibly can. You're still boiling with rage, shaking terribly as you begin to feel a bit sick.
"Go on." You say with an expectant glare, crossing your arms even tighter.
"Alright." Eddie sighs. "Chrissy and I hooked up once back in high school when she and Jason had been broken up for about a week. We were drunk, and at a party. But a little bit later, she got back with him and she ended up pregnant." He explains, and your eyes widen.
"Is JJ yours?" You blurt, and his face scrunches.
"What! Fuck no! I had enough sense to wear a fucking condom, Y/N." He rolls his eyes at your accusation.
"Okay, fine. So, you hooked up in high school. Why would she have any reason to kiss you now, three years after the fact?" You're not buying for a single second that they've only had sex once. Women don't kiss guys they had a one-night stand with like that. They do that due to something more, when they think there's still something left. "Did you sleep with her after she was married? Before we got together?" You question, regretting every word as it slips from your pursed lips. You don't want it to be true. But why else would Chrissy deem it at all appropriate to kiss your fucking boyfriend?
"Sweetheart, Iä¸" He starts, trying to come up with an excuse, some kind of explanation that doesn't mean that he's lied to you. But he can't. He shakes his head, looking away in shame.
"Eddie. Please...tell me you didn't." You say tearfully, your lip beginning to tremble as your worst fear about this whole situation comes to fruition.
"I'm sorry. I can't." Eddie practically whispers, his voice laced with sorrow and guilt. You get off the bed again, resuming your task of packing your shit while burning tears fall from your eyes. "Baby, please. Don't do this." He begs, unsure what to do or say to convince you to stay. He knows he's so unbelievably in the wrong here, but he can't lose you.
"Why did you lie to me?" You sob, stuffing some of your shirts into the suitcase. You go for some pants next, your vision blurry and distorted. "You promised me you'd never do that." You slam the dresser drawer shut after retrieving a couple pairs of jeans. Eddie flinches at the sound. You can't stop picturing them together. Eddie's lips on hers, or between her legs, making her cum on his face. His hands all over her body, his voice moaning her name instead of yours. The two of them going at it on that damned kitchen table, or in her fucking bed, while JJ sleeps in the other room. The images make you want to vomit, or punch a hole in the wall.
"I really didn't mean to, princess. When I started dealing to Chrissy, we were both lonely people. It just...happened. We made a mistake, but we put an end to it. I'm not proud of it, Y/N. I didn't want to think about it anymore." Eddie says, his own tears falling in warm drips onto his jeans. He doesn't stand up to stop you, or beg and plead with you to forgive him.
"But you went out of your way to tell me nothing went on between you two! You lied to me! You claimed you couldn't go to the police to help her! But you were more than capable of sticking your dick in her!" You can't help shouting at him, frantically stuffing underwear and socks on top of everything else in the suitcase. You put your uniform in last, closing the main compartment. You'll retrieve your toiletries on the way out and shove them in the front pocket. You have one last thing to ask him, something that's been gnawing at you for a good few minutes. You pull your luggage down to the floor, rolling it along so you can stand before Eddie again. He meets your eyes, his own red and watery. "Do you have feelings for her?" You ask coldly.
"I did, for a little while. But not anymore. I only care about you, Y/N." He says honestly, taking your free hand in his. You pull it away, making him break down entirely. "Y/N, please! I'm sorry! I don't want to lose you!" He cries, slipping off the bed and falling to his knees. Your heart breaks at seeing him so distraught. But you can't let this go so easily. He lied about something pretty fucking important, he could be lying about anything else. Anyone else. You have to be alone to think this over, to decide if this is enough to destroy the foundation of your relationship.
"I just need some time, Eddie. Regardless of how awful Jason is, you slept with a married woman. Multiple times. And then you lied to me about it at the start of our relationship, and continued to keep the truth from me. I have to figure out if I can really trust you, because right now...I don't." You explain through your gut-wrenching sobs. You're not even all that angry anymore. You're sad, heartbroken, and betrayed. You can't even look at him right now without seeing all the things you imagine he did with Chrissy. Distance is what you need. To think things over rationally, without Eddie whispering sweet nothings in your ear to convince you to forgive and forget.
You turn away from him, going for the door. You open it, causing the others to fall into the room as they've been eavesdropping. Except Chrissy. You're guessing she had the good sense to get to hell out of dodge, before you dragged her by the hair to throw her out. You sigh loudly at their pained expressions, rolling your eyes at their nosiness. You don't say anything to any of them, stepping over their entangled bodies to get your toothbrush and shampoo from the bathroom.
"Do you need a ride home, Y/N?" Steve asks, groaning as Robin's foot is lodged against his shin.
"Yes. Please." You whimper, failing miserably to keep any semblance of control over yourself. You shove all the toiletries your frazzled mind can remember into the little pocket, only managing to zip it halfway closed. You go back to the hall, giving Eddie one last glance before you leave. You reach up to the back of your neck, removing the guitar pick necklace he made for you. You toss it back over to him, and he regretfully catches it in his hand. "Don't forget to feed Arwen." You say with total finality. He nods, not saying anything else. Not a damn word out of his mouth could convince you to take back your decision, so it's no use to open his mouth at all. He just continues sobbing on the floor, wondering how the hell he's going to survive a single day without you.
Robin, Nancy, and Steve manage to get themselves up off the floor. They say their awkward goodbyes to an inconsolable Eddie, and walk with you out of the apartment. Robin grabs your purse and textbooks on the way out, and helps you load everything up into Steve's trunk once you make it outside.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I hope you two can work this out." Robin says, giving you a heartfelt hug.
"Do you want us to stay with you tonight? So you don't have to be alone?" Nancy offers, not wanting to let you stew all by yourself right now. Break-ups call for girlfriends staying over and lots of ice cream. At least, they do for her.
"No. I just want to go home. Maybe another time." You force a small smile for her kind idea, though it falls away to let another flood of tears come crashing down your cheeks.
"That's alright. Don't hesitate to call us, okay? We're always here for you." She says, giving you a hug of her own.
"Thanks. I'll see you later." You pull away from her, going with Steve now who has the car running. You get into the passenger seat, collapsing into your own lap as he pulls out of the parking lot. Steve does his best to console you as he drives, but it's no use. Part of you feels like you've made a horrible mistake, that you should beg him to turn around and take you back to Eddie. But the other part feels like there's no coming back from this. That it's all ruined, that it's over. You're completely spiraling. You're tipsy and exhausted from entertaining guests all night, and then finding out this terrible, awful thing. You just need to get home. And you need your mom.
Steve pulls into the driveway in front of your house, leaving the engine running as he doesn't expect to stay long. You get out of the car, going to the trunk to gather your things. Steve helps you out, and you hear the front door open. Mom comes outside, wondering what you're doing here so late.
"Sugarpuff? What's going on?" She asks with sleepy concern. You look at her, still quietly sobbing. She sees your splotchy face, eyeliner forming thick lines all over. "Honey, what's wrong?"
"Momä¸" You only manage to squeak out this one word, before falling apart all over again. She rushes over to you, capturing you in her arms. You wrap yourself around her so tight, crying so hard you could throw up.
"Shhh, it's okay. It's okay." She coos, stroking your hair as you wail into her shoulder. "Let's get you inside, alright? I'll make you some tea, and you can tell me what happened." She says sweetly, pulling back from your embrace and taking your hand. Steve brings your belongings in for you, and Mom thanks him and tells him goodnight. She sits you down on the couch, and goes to the kitchen to make some tea to help you calm down. "Okay, here you go. Now, tell mama what's wrong." She says as she hands you your tea, taking a seat right next to you.
"O-okay." You stutter, almost gasping for air from all your sobbing. You proceed to tell her everything that happened tonight. Chrissy kissing Eddie, finding out about their past relationship, packing up and leaving, giving his necklace back. She calmly listens to you speak, but she can't help getting a little angry on your behalf on the inside. She'll ream that little fucker for lying to you, for hurting you. No one messes with her baby girl, not even the man she loves.
"I'm so sorry, sugarpuff. Do you know what you're gonna do?" She asks, putting her hand over yours.
"I don't know. I love him, Mom. I really do. I think I just have to sleep on it...for a while. I don't want to give up on us. But I'm worried that I can't trust him now." You sigh, wishing you could solve this right now. But your mind and body have other ideas. Your eyelids are drooping as you sit here, and you feel so heavy, like you're made out of bricks.
"I understand, and I think it's a good idea to think it over. You can stay here as long as you need to, okay? And whatever you decide to do, I'll always support you, sweetie." Mom replies.
"Thanks, Mom. I love you." You give her another hug, much shorter and gentler this time. "I'd better let you get to bed. I'm sorry for waking you." You add as you pull away.
"Oh, no hour is too late for my babies when they need me." She chuckles. "I think you could benefit from some rest, too, kiddo." She cups your cheek, once again noting the obvious evidence of exhaustion on your face.
"I know. I'll try my best." You give her a small smile, standing up with her to head to bed. You walk down the hall, turning to her before entering your old bedroom. "Goodnight, Mom." You say, fighting back a yawn.
"Goodnight, sugarpuff. I love you." She replies. She goes into her own room, closing the door behind her. You do the same, finding your old bed waiting for you. The blankets and pillows are arranged nice and neat, the bedding pink and juvenile. But all it reminds you of is the times you and Eddie shared in it.
Your first night, after you sat in on one of Hellfire's campaigns, the two of you turning each other on under everybody's noses. On your birthday, when he gave you the little book of sex positions he'd made. After your father's funeral, when he got you high and snuggled with you for what felt like hours. And countless, unforgettable others. So many memories made in one room, all of which have come back to haunt you now.
You can hear Eddie's infectious laugh mingling with your own as he tickles you on the floor. You can smell his cigarettes and cheap cologne wafting past your nose. You can taste your own arousal transferred from his mouth to yours in a hungry, post-oral kiss. You can feel his large hands caressing your body to admire every last inch of you, the rings on his fingers shocking you with a welcome cold. And all of these only break your heart even more.
"Fuck." You mutter, sensing another bout of uncontrollable sadness coming on. But at least you can be alone, in your own bed, and not have to answer any more questions. For tonight, at least, you get the solitude you've found yourself craving for the last hour. You step out of your heels, just now noticing how much your feet have been killing you all night. You slip off your dress, and toss it and the bra you had on underneath in the corner. You don't bother to put any other clothes on, it's not like you've never slept alone in the nude before.
You crawl under the covers, realizing just how cold this bed is now. Without Eddie, without his warmth and cuddles and kisses. You don't even have Arwen to keep you company, you left her at the apartment. But you know Eddie will take good care of her. You force the oncoming memory of you two cuddling the cat away from your mind. You can't keep reminiscing over your entire relationship right now. It's not over yet. At least, you sure as shit hope it won't be. But that's not to be decided tonight, perhaps not for a good while.
To be continued...
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When story time ended, Sophia took Desi to the bathroom and washed away the mess. With a few moments to myself, I went to the real estate website to see our house again and choose which side we'll call home. Both houses have an identical layout, so it really boiled down to which furniture we liked more. The gray house had a more sophisticated vibe, while the blue house was more relaxed and comfortable. Choosing was a lot harder than I imagined because they both were nice, and I couldn't go wrong with either. Ultimately, however, I chose the gray one. I figured since I'm taking on all the risk, it's only right we live in the fancier one. Just as I picked up the phone to call Less and tell her we have a house, someone knocked at the front door. It was Dub! I let him in and told him I was just thinking of him yesterday. Usually he'd take the opportunity to joke about how he has that effect on sims, but he just kinda snorted and said it was funny in the driest of tones. There was nothing funny about that half-hearted laugh and him standing in the foyer staring into the corner. Something was wrong.
"Earth to Dubstep. You coming in or you gonna stand in the foyer all night?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm good."
He definitely was not good because he didn't even flinch at the mention of the nickname he hates so much. Whatever's got him in a funk is probably why he's here. He always comes to me when he's in crisis. Well, when he perceives he's in crisis, rather. I love the guy, but he's a little high-strung sometimes. I'm glad he has sims in his life like Maia and me who are much calmer and more level-headed to keep him straight.
I didn't want to just dive in and spook him, though, so I started with a little small talk.
"Happy belated," I said.
"Thanks, man," he replied with a tiny grin.
"How did Tami like sharing her day with you?"
He let out a very long sigh, and I knew I had stepped unintentionally right into the middle of what I tried to dance around. I guess we're going all the way in.
"She didn't."
"Oh."
"How do you-" He stopped himself and turned away from me. "Nevermind. You wouldn't understand."
"Understand what?"
He swatted at me, trying to sweep the conversation back under the rug.
"Nothing. You have the perfect child and all this wisdom. You don't understand what it's like for the rest of us."
Was he mocking me? I've had it up to here with everyone assuming I live this perfect life and have all the answers. I'm one of the most down-to-earth sims I know, yet somehow I still end up being out of touch with everyone. Am I too confident? Too strong? I know I've carried things I shouldn't have in the past, and I need to be more open, but how does that equate to me having it all together? I know Dub is upset about something and isn't thinking straight, so I'm gonna try to let it go this time, but not before I give him a little dose of truth because, upset or not, this fairytale everyone thinks I live in ends today.
"Do you really believe that?" I asked.
He shrugged.
"Maybe. I don't know. But I'm sure you're gonna tell me how I'm wrong, so..."
"Damn right I am. You don't know my life like you think you do. And you definitely don't know what goes on in my head. 'All this wisdom?' I got it from all the shit and mental gymnastics I've been through. Now, I'll be the first to say my child is the best, but she has her moments too. And I've had my share of parenting and marriage fails, so don't tell me I don't know what it's like."
He sat silently for a few moments, taking in my reprove. Part of me thinks all he needed was to hear me say he's not alone, but another part thinks he still needs advice on something, so I got down to business.
"What happened, Dub? I don't like seeing you like this."
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that."
"Don't worry about it. What's going on?"
"You ever wonder if you're ruining Desi?"
His question caught me off guard, and I laughed. He has no idea how obvious that answer should be.
"Only all the time," I said.
His eyes lit up.
"Really?"
"Of course. Did Tami come with a manual? Because we sure didn't get one. I don't know what I'm doing half the time, man, so yeah...I wonder. Like, her birthday is in two days, but I'm still carrying her around like an infant. She enjoys it, so it's cool, but is it hurting her? Will she want to be up under us all the time when she's older? Am I keeping her from becoming independent? I question every move I make with her, even if it's not necessarily bad."
"I feel that." He sat there, nodding over and over as if to drum up the courage to make his next statement. "Tami has been doing and saying some mean things lately, but I just let it happen because of my own feelings about the sims she's doing it to."
"How do you mean?"
"I told you she kicked my former tenants. You know they deserved that. She also bit my father-in-law. I was so proud of her because someone needs to knock him down a few pegs. But she's older now and using words. She cut up this little girl in the park yesterday and told her she wasn't pretty."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. But the other girl started it, so she had it coming too."
"I see what you mean now."
"So, what do you think about it?"
Oof. Why does he always put me in this position? I have a lot of feelings about this, but I'm sure none of them are what he wants to hear. But what kind of friend would I be if I said nothing? I'd feel terrible if Tami grew up to be a monster, knowing I had the opportunity to shed some light early on. It won't be comfortable, but I've got to at least try. Here goes nothing.
"I think ... You're my boy, and I'll always tell you the truth, so ... You're her dad, Dub. You should be the one telling her those things are wrong, not encouraging her bad behavior. I know you think all those folks got what they deserved, which is also problematic, but is that the message you want to send Tami? That she can do and say whatever she wants and get away with it because 'they deserved it?' I'm afraid of the path you're putting her on. What kind of a woman will she become if you let her continue on like this? Do you think of her future?"
"Of course I do! What kind of a-"
He paused, succumbing to the realization I was right, even though I wondered if I had gone too far.
"I'm sorry if I'm out of line," I said. "I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't care."
"No. You're right. You always are. I was just thinking about what my parents will say if they find out how she's been acting. There's no way in hell they would have let me get away with the stuff I let slide."
I can't imagine my parents letting us get away with that either, but I honestly don't know what they would have done. Me and Less never really got into trouble, and my parents were both so lenient. I guess I'll never know. Hopefully, I'll never have to talk to Desi about this.
"I'm glad you always keep it 100 with me," he continued. "That's why I trust you so much. Can't lie, though. That hurt, but I know I needed to hear it. Deep down, I knew, but I never saw it like that. I'll do better, though. Believe that."
"I believe it, man. We don't play about our daughters."
"We absolutely do not!"
Not that I don't love these deep conversations with my best friend, but that one got really heavy, and he clearly has a lot to mull over later, so I pulled out my phone and showed him our new home, hoping a lighter topic would do the trick.
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