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90smaximoff · 1 year

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Three reasons.

g¡p!stepsister!wanda x fem!reader

summary: once you got a new stepsister who couldn’t keep her eyes out of you, you knew your life wouldn’t be the same.

words: 2k

warnings: smut (+18), g¡p wanda, stepcest, mentions of pervy behavior, masturbation, blowjob, dirty talk, degradation, cum eating, wanda being an asshole, yk, (also bad writing i wrote this in less than an hour) if you feel uncomfortable don’t read.

Since your dad married Wanda’s mother, a lot of things changed in your life. First, you had to move to your new stepmother’s house, your dad said that was bigger and that would be comfortable for all the family. Second, you got a new step sister, first, you were interested in her, living with another teenager made you anxious but you find out that most of the time was like Wanda wasn’t even there, she’s always in her own room, and months passed with just basic words being shared between you guys.

But, soon, you started to think that your step sister was wanting to fuck you. Nothing that you’re disgusted by, after all, Wanda was hella hot and you two didn’t have the relationship of sisters.

First, you noticed the way she stares at you. Her beautiful green eyes seemed to be wanting to devour you every time she was near you, always looking away when you catch her staring, in the living room, kitchen, or even some expensive restaurant that your dad takes the family, she always have an eye on you, not that you would do something about it.

Second, happened on a normal thursday, when your shower had broken for some plumbing issues and your step mother suggested to you take your shower in Wanda’s bathroom instead for a couple days, which none of you seen any problem.

Everything would be very normal, if wasn’t for the fact that when you were leaving the bathroom, with nothing but your towel around your body and your wet hair, Wanda was waiting, really close to the door. You almost bumped into her, but noticed her taller body before, stopping and standing just a few inches away from her face. Wanda didn’t make a single movement to move away from you, actually, she didn’t seem bothered at your lack of distance.

“I know what you’re doing.” You whispered under your breath, in a tone that only she could hear.

“Yeah? And you like it?” She gives you a smile that makes your knees buckle and for a second all you wanted was kiss her lips and take that cocky smile off her face.

You didn’t respond after that, taking every strength in your body to get away from her and go to your room, not even looking back to see if she was looking at you.

The third, and last reason you was sure Wanda wanted to fuck you, was when your friend was throwing a party. You dressed real nice, a little black dress that hugged your body beautifully and your make up made with perfection, you looked at the mirror and had sure you was looking good.

When you enter the dinning room, just to tell your dad that you was leaving, he almost chocked with his food. The whole family was having dinner, including Wanda who had a similar reaction to the way you dressed.

“You’re not going dressed like this!” He shouted and you roll your eyes. “At least put a jacket. And Wanda’s taking you.” Wanda’s eyes widened a bit, but she agreed promptly.

You tried to argue, even knowing that was useless, your dad was protective over you and you knew it, so the best you could do was put a jacket and message your friend saying that your step sister was taking you and her ride was no longer needed, And that’s what you did.

Wanda opened the door of the car for you, but nothing between you both had been said until half of the way.

“You can leave the jacket in the car, if you want, i’m not telling your dad.” You looked at her and she seemed to be focused on the road, so you murmured a “thanks” and unbuttoned your jacket, putting it in the backseat. The rest of the road was a comfortable silence, even through both of you had a lot to say to each other.

Wanda parked one street before your friend’s house, saying something about how probably there’s a lot of cars in front of the house already. The street was desert and dark and honestly you was kind afraid of leaving the car, but it would be only 2 minutes walking.

“You know, you look pretty hot in that dress.” She commented, out of nowhere before you leave.

You looked at her, chocked by what she just said.

“What’s wrong with you?” You asked in a harsh tone. Since what happened in the bathroom, you’ve been thinking a lot about her, how she almost don’t talk to you and still make sure to check you out every time she sees you.

“What?”

“You don’t even talk to me, Wanda! We’ve been living together for almost six months and i don’t even know you but you still act like you want to fuck me, checking me out all the time, waiting for me to leave the shower and now telling me that i look hot! What’s wrong with you?” This time, your tone was just honest, you keep your eyes on her all the time and she seemed to be surprised at your vent. Seconds passed and she didn’t say anything. “C’mon, just be honest, this don’t have to get weird.”

“You want me to be honest?” She finally speaks, giving you a cocky smile and making a nose crunch like she wanted to say something she couldn’t.

“Yes, please!”

“Okay, i’m gonna be honest! I want to fuck you, God, i want to fuck you so bad since the day i met you, but you’re my stepsister, this is wrong. Jerk off thinking about you, it’s wrong, stopping by your room door hoping to get a glimpse of you naked, it’s wrong, thinking about bending you over in ever surface of that damn kitchen every time i see you cooking, it’s wrong. Fuck it, it’s all wrong.” She says, letting out a loud sigh like she just takes a big weight off the shoulders.

It was your turn to be surprised, that was the first time you heard Wanda says more than two phrases for you and you surely wasn’t expecting that, all the thoughts of everything she just said running through your head. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t think about this or nothing of that turned you on.

“Yeah… this is wrong.” You looked into each other’s eyes and in the next second, you were kissing.

You wasn’t even thinking straight, all you feel was Wanda’s soft lips guiding your in a desperate kiss, like she was waiting a long time for that, you put your hands on her face and she didn’t think twice on putting hers on your uncovered thighs. Even with that weird position in the car, that was one of the best kisses on your life.

The kiss became heated, Wanda slide her tongue in your mouth and gripped your thighs, making you almost let out a moan as you bring your hands to her bulge, feeling it get bigger at your touch and hearing Wanda let out a moan on your mouth, smiling, knowing what you was about to do.

When you feel that she was already completely hard, you opened her belt, breaking the kiss for a moment for her to lift up her hips and bring her pants down, with her underwear. Her cock was big, nothing scary, but pretty hard with a pink tip leaking precum, you almost lick your lip at the sight and quickly put your hand around the base.

Wanda groaned at the contact of your small warm hand and sit back to her seat, putting one hand at your hair and caressing slightly.

“I’m so hard for you.” She whispers, watching how you jerk her off, slowly bringing your hand up and down her cock, caressing the tip with your thumb before going down to her base again.

“Yeah, your cock is so fucking big, can’t wait to have it inside me.” You says, jerking her off a little faster at each word, seeing her close her eyes and moan just at you talking dirty to her.

You watched her carefully, her expression of pleasure would be on your mind all the time by now.

Without thinking much, you lowered your body and put your mouth around her cock, feeling it heavy against your tongue, you couldn’t see Wanda from that position but for her moans and her hand at the back of your head holding your hair in a ponytail she definitely likes it as much as you.

You hollowed your cheeks and swallowed her length, holding the base with your hand and stroking the rest that didn’t fit in your mouth, feeling her cock hit the back of your throat and reminding yourself to breathe through your nose, you bobbed your head up and down, in the same pace your hand was moments before.

Wanda watched you mesmerized, your hot mouth on her cock was driving her insane and all the kinky nature of fuck her stepsister just makes it all hotter for her, she wanted to fuck your throat and cum all over your face but she didn’t know your limits, and honestly after fantasizing about you for so long wouldn’t take to much for her to reach her climax.

“Fuck, that’s it, you like sucking your stepsister’s cock, don’t you? Fucking slut.” Her words made you feel the familiar discomfort between your legs, wanting to have some relief for yourself, but right now suck Wanda’s off was the only thing you wanted to do. Her cock feels heavy and hot on your mouth, her moans and groans was making you shiver and she was right; you liked suck your stepsister’s cock.

You nodded the best you could with your mouth full and the discomfortable position on the seat.

Wanda didn’t take long to get closer, your tongue against her shaft and your hand stroking her cock was too intense for her, she starts to thrust into your mouth unconsciously, lifting her hips making her cock hit deeper in your throat.

“I’m gonna fucking cum and you will swallow all of it, don’t you, hm? Bet you want all of my cum, it’s that what you want? You want to be my cumslut?” Just a nod of your head and she explodes inside your mouth, painting your throat and mouth with white streaks, which you gladly swallow, savoring her taste and licking your lips at the end.

You sit back at your seat again, giving Wanda a few kisses on her neck while she catches her breath and you slowly stopped your movements with your hand.

“You taste so good.” You whispers against her neck, making her smile and caress your hair.

When she stopped pant and you take your hand out of her cock, you waited for her to say something, anything, maybe just kiss you. But she did nothing.

You were kinda disappointed by that, but didn’t say anything about, just got back to your position and pulled the mirror of the seat, checking yourself to make sure you wouldn’t got off of the car looking like you just sucked someone’s cock.

The whole time, Wanda said nothing, all she did was look at you.

When you’ve done and had sure you looked pretty even with your make up and hair a little messy, you looked at her again.

“Don’t need to pick me up, Hailey’s giving me ride to home.” She nods her head and you got out of the car.

Oh, how you wished she had said something, or even just kissed you.

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vanillanaps · 9 months

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It Starts With A Text | Rafe Cameron

Summary - Back from college for the weekend and you get a message from your on again off again fling, none other than Rafe Cameron.

A/n - This is my first Rafe fic and Tbh i have idea where i was going with this, but it came to me in my nightly scenario to fall asleep lmao. This is my first time writing smut in forever so be nice pls, thamks. Not proof read :p

Category - Rafe Cameron x Carrera!Reader

Warnings - smut, Rafe is ooc, but still giving fuckboy vibes.

Word Count - 1.9k

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The music played softly throughout your room as you sat at your desk studying. You’re back home, in Outer Banks for the weekend. Finals week is rapidly approaching and you thought coming home to study in the privacy of your own room would help, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Not when you were receiving texts from your sister and her friends every hour, trying to get you to come out with them since you came in Thursday night. It was so bad you had to mute the group chat they created, but that only worked to a certain extent when you lived with one.

A knock echoes through your room, a knock created by you and Kie when the two of you were younger, just to let one another know who it was.

“Yes, Kie?” A small smile appears on your face hearing your door open, knowing exactly what she was about to ask you.

“Are you sureeee you don’t wanna come with us?” Kie questioned hopefully as she hung halfway through your door, “Tonight’s Kegger is supposed to be crazy.”

You snorted at the thought, Outer Banks keggers were nothing compared to the ones you had been to in school, “Nope, I have to get this studying done.”

She groaned coming all the way inside, plopping down on your head, “You’ve been studying since you got here, and the guys haven’t seen you in forever!”

Turning around in your chair, you adored the sight of your little sister laying in your bed with a pout on her face, “I know Kie, but this is important. I promise after finals and I come back home for the summer, I will go to all the keggers you want me to.”

Kie sat up slightly, squinting her eyes, “You swear?”

“Yes, Kiara, I swear.” You chuckled at her face lighting up before she jumped up from your bed.

“Perfect!” She came over to kiss your cheek before making her way out of your room, “Don’t wait up, we’re spending the night at the chateau afterward.”

“Be safe!” You shouted after her as she shut your door. Spinning back around, you huffed as you looked over all the paperwork scattered across your desk, “Back to it.”

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Hours had passed as you sat upside down on your bed, legs up against the wall, holding your thick psychology textbook over your head, praying that it didn’t slip out of your hand and fall onto your face. Truthfully, you were tired of reading and wishing that you went with Kie to that kegger, but you knew that in the end, it’d all be worth it.

Your phone pinging pulled your attention away from your book. Thinking it may have been Kie sending you pictures of her and the guys, you decided a small break wouldn’t hurt. But you were wrong, so wrong. The text wasn’t from your sister, in fact it was from none other than the Kook Prince himself.

Rafe (Don’t Answer): You up? 1:36am

You bit your lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard while you decided if you wanted to respond or not. There was a reason why you hadn’t told Rafe you were in town this weekend. One, you knew he’d do everything in his power to distract you from studying. Two, the last time you had seen each other it had ended in an argument that neither one of you had yet to apologize for. So, after typing out responses and deleting immediately, you ultimately decided not to respond, figuring it wasn’t worth it—That was until two more messages came through.

Rafe (Don’t Answer): I know you’re up, I saw you typing. 1:48am

Rafe (Don’t Answer): I’m outside 1:48am

“The fuck?” You mumbled to yourself, scrambling out of bed and to your window. Low and behold, Rafe’s Jeep was sitting in your driveway with him leaning against the front of it, looking directly at your window, “Shit, shit, shit.”

You continued to curse under your breath as you put on a hoodie and threw on your closest pair of slides before you quietly made your way down the stairs and out the front door, and down the driveway til you came face to face with Rafe, “You can’t be here, Rafe.”

The little smirk on his face told you everything you needed to know. He had got you exactly where he wanted to, outside and in his trap. You fell for it every single time, “I didn’t know you were in town this weekend.”

“I know.” You shrugged, purposely being dry. You thought if you showed no interest in his games, he’d leave but unfortunately for you, Rafe knew you like the back of his hands. He pushed up from the hood of his Jeep, turning his hat backwards as he walked over to the passenger side to open the door, nodding for you to get in, “No Rafe, I came home to study this weekend, not anything else.”

“I just wanna talk, Y/n.” He pleaded, putting his hands up, “I swear, no funny business.”

Before your brain could even tell your legs no, they started moving towards him. Rolling your eyes as that smirk appeared back on his face while you slipped into his car, “Stop looking at me like that and get in before I change my mind.”

“Yes ma’am,” Rafe obeyed your orders, closing the door and making his way to the driver's side, getting in besides you, “How’s college?”

“Really? Small talk?” You scoffed. You knew what he really wanted to ask, but of course that would cause him to reveal any real feelings he had towards you, “I haven’t been with anyone else, Rafe. You know that.”

He nodded, gathering his words, his thoughts, choosing them carefully before the two of you ended up arguing like last time, “I’m sorry. For last time—for what I said.” His eyes looked over you, watching you nod to accept his apology.

“Is that all you came to say? You could’ve texted that.” You said, reverting your eyes from your hands to out the window.

“Yeah well, I wanted to see you.” He shrugged, “Is that a crime?”

“It is if you came here after partying with a bunch of girls at the Kegger.”

Rafe chuckled, knowing that tone in your voice, “I was at the Kegger—but I left as soon as I knew you were in town.” He tried waiting patiently for you to look over at him on your own, but he was growing impatient knowing you were doing it on purpose. So, he reached over, grabbing your chin to turn your face towards his, looking into your eyes, “Those other girls aren’t you..”

Your cheeks flooded with heat. You hated the way Rafe could make you blush. All it took was a look and a few words before you were melting back into his arms, no matter how hard you fought. When it came to Rafe Cameron, there was no holding out.

His eyes flicked between yours and your lips as he slowly started leaning in, “Rafe..” You called softly, closing your eyes as you tried your hardest not to give in.

He stopped, lips inches from yours, “Tell me to stop—Tell me to stop, I’ll leave and never bother you again.”

Your brain yelled at you to tell him to stop, to get out of the car and run back inside where it was safe away from this devil of a man,—but your heart? Your heart failed you.

“Fuck it.” You mumbled, crashing your lips into his. Rafe immediately responded, kissing you back with the most passion you had ever gotten from him, or any other man at that fact.

The kiss grew heated as you were halfway across the center console and Rafe’s hands were grabbing onto any body part of yours in his reach, “Come here,” He mumbled against your lips, pulling you over the console and into his lap. Without breaking the kiss, he reached down, letting his seat slide all the way back giving you as much space as the car would allow.

Moans echoed in the car as the two of you grind against each other. Rafe’s hands slid down your sides and up your hoodie, gripping at the bare skin beneath it. One hand slid across your back and the other inched slowly inside your shorts. He was testing his limits, and when you didn’t stop him, he took his shot. His hand plunged into your shorts, only stopping when it reached its destination, pushing his fingers through your folds, feeling your wetness.

“Rafe,” You moaned into his mouth, pushing back against his hand, letting his fingers rub your clit. His eyes were low and hungry. He bit his lip watching you throw your head back as he rubbed into slow, teasing circles. It only lasted a moment before you grabbed his hand, “I need you, I need you right now.”

“Take these off, now.” He ordered, tugging at your shorts. You lifted up as high as you could, helping him pull them down your leg before you kicked them off, landing back in his lap. Your hands immediately started working on his belt, fumbling with it, finally getting it off, along with unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. The both of you lifted up once more, Rafe shoving his pants and boxers down as much as he could. Your pussy throbbed at the sight of dick, hard, red and leaking, “Come here, baby.”

Settling back into his lap, you reach down grabbing the base of his cock. A deep groan fell from Rafe’s lips as he watched you place yourself at the tip of his dick before sliding down on him.

“Fuuuuck,” You both moaned. Foreheads touching as Rafe wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close til you were chest to chest, “I fucking love this pussy,” He groaned, starting to fuck into you.

When it came to fucking Rafe, you could never think a single thought, let alone form a sentence. The only thing that left your mouth were moans and Rafe’s names as he took your poor pussy to town. You knew this was due to the previous argument, this was a make-up fuck and truthfully, they were your favorite.

“Yes, yes, yes, right there!” You cried, burying your face into his neck. A poor attempt at trying to muffle your moans, but that wouldn’t matter. Not with the way his car was bouncing up and down, squeaking here and there. If your parents were to wake up and look out their windows, you’d be screwed.

Nearly jumping out his lap, you gasped when his fingers touched your clit. His arm tightened around your waist, keeping you where he wanted you, “Don’t run baby, you can take it.” He panted into your ear, fucking you endlessly and attacking your clit all at the same time.

You were so close, that familiar knot forming just at the pit of your stomach, hips starting to buck on their own as you gripped the seat, “Rafe, pleasee.”

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over me,” Rafe muttered, nudging your head so you’d lift your face to his. Immediately, he slammed his lips into yours as he picked up his pace, fucking you until he absolutely couldnt anymore. You tried your best to kiss back, but it wasn’t long before your head flew back, body tensing and your walls squeezing Rafe as you finally reached your peak and fell from it, “Fuuuck, just like that.” Rafe’s groans quickly turned into moans as he came with you, pumping you full of his cum, making sure it was buried deep within your walls.

Goddamnit, you were screwed.

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henneseyhoe · 9 months

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My Big Three As Boyfriends|

Trevante♡

You wanna have the perfect balance of a country boy and a city boy rolled into one? He’s the man for you!

His love feels like coming into a warm house after shoveling snow.

The first time you two ever kissed, my lady by Tyrese played in the background and since then ‘my lady’ with a brown heart has been your contact name.

He’ll sing any song you ask him to even though his ass can barely hold a tune in all seriousness.

Uncovering your ears, you start laughing. “Yes, sounds just like how Tyrese sung it” He smiles and takes a bow.

You try not to be the clingiest since he loves his space sometimes, but he definitely has his moments where he needs you near him like some kind of support teddy.

Hates when you all up on him when it’s time to sleep but always ends up damn near on top of you by the morning.

“Move, Bae, it’s hot” he groans. 8 hours later. “Tre…Trevante…baby, you crushin’ me!” You huff, trying to push his arm and leg off of you so you could go pee.

He’ll blame you as if your little ass can move him from one side of the bed to the other.

Expect booty slaps every time you walk by, and don’t let him be upset with you prior, cause it’ll be harder this time.

“Tight ass shorts” he’d say as you walked around the house as free as you wanted in the Nike shorts HE bought you.

Often play fighting and roughhousing until he accidentally hits you too hard and has to be soft with you for the rest of the day.

“Awwnnn, cmere, I didn’t think it was gonna land that hard” he holds you as you pout, rubbing your now sore arm. “That actually hurt, Tre. Like seriously 🥺”

He makes fun of the Erotic books you read, but you caught him peaking over your shoulder once and following along with one of your favorite stories.

“Don’t get too hype, I peeped something and the shit was interesting!”

Has a habit of putting his hand up your shirt when you two are cuddling.

He hates when you leave for work because he works mornings and you work nights. Sometimes on his day offs(though a bad idea) he’d stay up at night and bother you on the phone all throughout your work, dropping hints that you needed to come home on your snack break for a real meal.

-you’d brush him off and sneak off to the bathroom, sending him a titty pic to hold him off till you got home.

-‘oh wow. I just might take a trip instead actually’

-He’s definitely already taken trips up there a few times to get you right, as he should.

Michael♡

A REAL certified loverboy

If you told him to jump, he’d ask how high.

He would never admit it but he is CLINGY. He wants to be with you and all up under you as soon as those paparazzi cameras turn off.

Also certified double texter.

‘babe’ ‘Y/N’ ‘Y/N’ ‘Y/N’ ‘babe’

‘don’t act like you don’t see these texts’

‘WHAT boy’

‘I miss you’ ‘wyd my love’

‘working. Something you should be busy doin’

‘I finished already’

‘Fast reader you are. Here’s a gold star⭐️’

‘What can I say? You’re engaged to a smart man’

‘Engaged?’

Boo🩷 has unsent a message.

‘Forget you read that till further notice’

The man can’t hold water, as you can see. Which is why you don’t tell him anything that’s meant to be a secret.

He literally can’t sleep without your leg thrown over him some kind of way.

He remembers all the cute little shit you like year around so he already has a laid out plan of gifts for Birthdays, Valentines, and Christmas.

A good bit of his camera roll is just you and screenshots of things he wants to keep tabs of.

Can’t organize for shit and that’s exactly why his phone storage is about to explode

Begged you to organize his work stuff, so you agreed, until you saw NOTHING was put where it’s supposed to go.

“how do you work like this?!”

“I honestly don’t know…I- I do not know” he responds, staring at the unorganized files.

“Your assistant doesn’t take care of this stuff?”

“I don’t like to bother her like that”

“Nigga, she’s an assistant, she’s supposed to be bothered!”

Thursdays were self care days for you two. Wether you were just sitting around and watching a movie or doing actual things to improve the body, it was still self care to y’all.

Both of you are foodies, but he’s more adventurous, so he always tries to get you to try new foods when out together.

“would you ever try live squid?” He asks, looking through the menu the restaurant provided for them. “Uhh..I dunno. I don’t think I’d like it, but I’d probably try. Just have to ignore the memory of that story of that man who ate a live squid and it killed him and crawled back up his throat” he stares at you for a moment then looks back down at his menu. “Never mind then…”

Soooo protective of you and thinks you don’t stand up for yourself enough so he always makes sure you’re heard in any and all conversations.

Takes any chance to show you off. Was it cause he genuinely loved you or was it cause he liked showing niggas what they’ll never have? Both actually.

“Oh, and y’all know my girl, right? My beautiful, wonderful girlfriend” he grabs you by the hand, and kisses the top of it, pulling your attention away from your drink. You smile and look away, feeling extra appreciated.

Gentlemen in the streets, freak nasty in the sheets.

You ever came so hard that it took a few seconds for your vision to come back? Yeah.

Yahya♡

The dynamic between the both of you is just very unserious. He is truly your bestfriend who also happens to be your boyfriend

It’s hard to get anything done when the both of you are constantly cracking jokes back and forth, a con of having the same job.

“Yahya, please, my stomach hurts!” you spoke in between laughs, tears prickling the both of y’all’s eyes as you tried to make it through a SINGULAR business email. “How the fuck do you misspell so much shit on a business email?!” He howled, wiping tears from his face and slouching in his seat, you still crying.

He blames you for when he doesn’t get much work done, but he knows damn well it’s his fault for being the goofy mf he is.

When you two were just friends, your mutual friends would tease him by calling him “boy Y/N” because you both had so much in common.

He’s your reminder to eat like a normal person

“What’d you eat today?” Yahya questions, reading over his weekly to-do list. You glare at him then look back at your computer, not answering because you didn’t wanna hear his mouth about you forgetting to eat. Sighing, he gets up and heads into the kitchen to make you something quick.

At first the relationship felt like you two were still just friends, but you both grew into being a little more intimate with each other.

You both can’t help but create small(but healthy) competitions. You were both a little more competitive than you’d like to admit, but you both had competitions so often that basically everyone you guys hung out with knew of them.

“Damn” You sigh as you watched your paper ball miss the trash basket. “Hm” Yahya hums and gets up, picking the paper ball up. Instead of throwing it away right then, he went back to his seat that was a bit farther back and took a shot, the paper effortlessly making it in the basket. You look back at him with a squint and he smirks. “Okay, bet” you whisper.

Ten minutes had gone by and you both were throwing balled up paper that you needed in the trash. To make what point? Neither of you knew, but you both were entertained.

Theres a box in his closet with Polaroid pictures of you two throughout the five years of dating each other, most taken by Yahya himself because in his words, “I just love looking at you. Pictures don’t even capture all that I see, but damn, baby”

The man could easily make you melt like some chocolate. He was just as smooth as he was when you first met him.

Once you both got more into the relationship, he was honestly the most romantic and caring person ever. He’d do anything to make you feel those butterflies.

Sent you on a corny little riddle game for Valentine’s Day once which lead you to some of your favorite places around the city until the last clue brought you home to three bouquets of your favorite flowers and a ring the size of your brown eyes.

Alexa, play whatever you want by Tony! Toni! Toné!

Some niggas don’t trick, but Yahya? Oh he’s gonna step. In the end, if you’re happy, he’s happy.

The night ended with something else a little more eventful that had the neighbors thinking to call the cops for the third time that month.

He plans on staying with you for the rest of his life, and made that know.

And he’s determined to put a baby in you one of these days, with or without that damn ring.

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Looks and bias aside, who would y’all pick as a boyfriend? 🫣 I think I’d pick Yahya 😭

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f1goat · 1 year

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mistake(s) x lando norris + part nine

In which you keep making the same mistake over and over again by fucking the boy you hate the most.

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warnings: smut but with a plot, 18+ | english is not my first language fem!verstappen reader x lando norris

The door didn’t open that night. You don’t know if Lando didn’t hear you, wasn’t home, was sleeping or was ignoring you on purpose. You can only hope he didn’t ignore you on purpose, but you’re afraid he did. When he didn’t open the door for you the next times, you decided it was better to give up. It’s useless. You have contacted him every way you knew of, but it was no use. He didn’t open the door for you. He didn’t react to your messages on every social platform and he didn’t respond when you send him a letter.

It’s done. He’s gone out of your life.

And now you have to find a way to deal with it.

Last days you have spend all your time studying. Focussing still is hard, but you’re managing. Days are going slow and fast on the same time. Every day feels the same. You’re home or at school and in both cases you’re busy studying. Weeks are passing by.

Graduation is coming closer and closer. You’re working even harder then ever to make sure you’ll pass. Your exams are all passed, but you still have to turn in a research paper. Some days you think you’ll manage, other days you think you’ll just fuck this up as well. That would be nothing new for you.

“Y/N, start packing,” Max marches into your room while talking to you. Before you can even ask for what you need to be packing, he continues to talk. “I’m done with your self pity, you’re coming to the race weekend with me,” Max tells you.

“No,” you reply quickly. No way that you’re going with him. What if you see Lando?

You don’t want to see him anymore. It’s almost a month ago since your fight with him. It’s been two weeks since you knew for sure it wouldn’t be fixed anymore. Max never told you, but even he couldn’t get Lando to come around. You follow enough gossip accounts to know about Lando his recent activities. Every night he seems to be out, every time he’s pictured with another girl. It’s always the same kind of photograph. Just a different kind of girl. But they are all beautiful enough to make you jealous.

One time you asked Max about those girls. He didn’t tell you what Lando did with them. It told you enough. Lando’s back to his old ways.

“Yes. I’ll drag you with me if I have to,” Max states, “I’m done with this awful self pity you and Lando both have. If you weren’t idiots like this, everything would have been fixed already. Match made in fucking heaven,” he continues to say annoyed.

+++

It only took you twenty minutes around the paddock to see him again. It’s Friday. Max dragged you with him to the paddock for today, after you spend the whole Thursday into your hotel room. First practice will start in a small hour. Everyone is around the paddock. You were already afraid that this would happen. You’re thankful that Max is next to you. Or better said, you’re thankful that you’re not alone with him.

“Why did you told me to meet you here when you’re with her?” Lando asks angrily to your brother.

Max caused this meet up? You can’t even say you’re surprised.

It hurts you that Lando doesn’t look at you. He doesn’t even say your name. In the mean time, you can’t stop looking at him. He looks bad. Or better said, he still is handsome but he looks tired and worn out. He has massive bags underneath his eyes. It looks like he didn’t sleep for weeks. Then you remember the pictures of him at all the night clubs. Who wouldn’t look like this when partying this much?

“You two have to talk,” Max simply states. He doesn’t seem impressed by the anger from his friend.

Lando fake laughs. “We have talked,” he grunts, “and she made her choice.”

Is he really acting like you aren’t standing right in front of him?

“I didn’t know,” you softly say.

“You didn’t know what?” Lando asks you annoyed, “You didn’t know that it was more then sex for me? Maybe if you weren’t so fucking oblivious you would have noticed that I don’t have sex with the same girl more then once and that I don’t take girls on dates. And I certainly don’t organize dates for them.”

“Lan-"

“Don’t,” he interrupts you, “I don’t want to hear anything else from you. It was nothing more to you, so don’t start acting like it was.”

“It was more,” you try to tell him.

“Don’t lie to me,” Lando replies angrily.

“I’m not!” You yell out annoyed.

“If it was more for you, you wouldn’t have broken it off like you did,” Lando tells you.

“I-”

“I never want to see you again,” Lando states after interrupting you again.

His words make you mad. His whole behavior makes you mad. Yes, you have made a mistake. Yes, you were the one who fucked it up. But you have spend weeks to make it alright with him. You don’t think about your following actions. Lando tries to leave, but you grab his arm. He turns around to you, looking even more mad then before.

“I tried to talk to you,” you state, “multiple times,” you add.

“I don’t want to talk with you anymore,” Lando replies. He tries to undo himself from your grip.

“Oh sorry, I forgot that you’re way better off without me. Must be great to party every night, to bring back home a new girl to fuck every night as well and walk around like some sort of zombie,” you tell him frustrated.

“You don’t know anything about that,” Lando groans.

“Maybe I didn’t ruin anything for you after all. You seem to be more then fine with sex with other girls.”

“Shut up,” Lando grunts.

“And while you’re busy fucking them, I can’t even focus on my graduation paper. It’s safe to say you’re the one who ruined me.”

After those words you walk away. Lando walks away as well in the opposite direction. Max is still standing on the same place as before. This is even a bigger mess then he already thought. He doesn’t think about following either of you. He just walks towards the RedBull mother home and decides to stop intervening in this mess.

+++

Lando can’t focus for the rest of the race weekend anymore. He can only think about you. Not that it’s new for him. His focus never shifts away from you. He tries to forget about you every night by clubbing, but he never manages. He tries to talk to as many girls that he can, only to find someone who can distract him of you. But no one can. He gets your words, but you don’t know anything about it. Of course he isn’t fucking with other girls, let alone a different girl every night. He can’t even think about sex with someone else. Instead he’s wanking every night while thinking about you.

He has been a mess lately. He was so mad after you broke things off with him. Of course he has been mad at you, but he was also mad at himself. How could his own mind give him hope that you would like him back? He decided that it was better for him to don’t speak to you anymore. So he ignored everything you did.

When he’s in the car on Sunday he can’t even focus on racing. He keeps thinking about his last conversation with you. Has he been to harsh? Maybe he has been a dick the last month. He read all of your messages, he heard it every time you were at his door, but he didn’t do shit. Fuck. You tried to fix things, but he didn’t gave you any chance.

He’s not even surprised when he is braking way too late and spinning of the race track.

That’s what you get for not focussing on racing.

He doesn’t even care about missing points. He can only think of you. Is there any way for him to fix things?

You are. You gasp when you see Lando spinning. It’s nothing for him to make mistakes like this. It doesn’t take long before he is off the track. You watch how Lando gets out of the car. Then you doubt about your options. Should you do something? You doubt about finding him, but when you think about it you’re pretty sure Lando doesn’t want to see you.

But maybe he does want to fuck you? Maybe that would be a nice solution for a lot of problems. Let him fuck his frustrations out. Perhaps you can even talk like normal people after that.

Without thinking about it you start to walk to the McLaren motor home. What should you do? Last time you got in rather easily, but you don’t know how Lando will react when you’re standing in his driver room without any warning. You doubt about texting him, but that has probably no use since he doesn’t have his phone yet. You continue to walk.

When you’re standing in front of the motor home a mechanic is quick to stand in front of you. You decide to use the same excuse as the last time.

“Hey, I’m here for Lando,” you say, “He told me to wait in his driver room.”

“Nice try,” the mechanic tells you, “but Lando told everyone to not let anyone in his driver room anymore unless he told us before hand.”

You sigh and turn around. It has no use. You simply get back to the RedBull motorhome to continue to watch the race.

When Lando gets back to his motorhome later, his team asks him multiple questions. He notices the way Zac looks at him. How everyone looks at him. They think he’s fucking it up on purpose. It’s obvious. It’s one of the mechanics who finally starts about something else.

“I stopped a girl from getting in to your drivers room,” he tells Lando.

Lando doesn’t pay attention at first. It’s nothing new.

“But I think if you saw her, you would be sorry that I told her to leave,” the mechanic jokes.

“Was she that beautiful?” Someone else asks.

“That too, but I also believe she is the sister of Max Verstappen? I don’t know for sure,” the mechanic explains, “but she was really beautiful too.”

That got Lando his attention.

“Was Y/N here?” He asks surprised.

The mechanic nods.

“And she wanted to get into my drivers room?”

“Yes, she told me that you said she could wait there for you.”

Fuck. Another missed opportunity. What does he need to do now? Lando sighs. Since when is everything so messy in his life? He regrets his earlier mean words to you. What if he was a bit more calm? Could you two have worked it out then?

+++

You haven’t seen Lando since that day. But today you don’t want to think about him anymore today. It’s the day you worked towards the most in years. You have graduated and today you’ll finally get your paper.

“Ready?” Max asks you, you show him a small nod. Together you step inside his car. To your luck, the graduation isn’t happening during race week. Meaning that Max will be there with you. Max drives off. You can’t suppress a small smile. This is going to be your day. You deserve it.

Lando is nervously sitting inside of his car. He checks his watch for the tenth time in a few minutes. He is early. He rolls the sleeves of his blouse a bit up. Was it already this hot in his car? He doubts about his plan, more because the lack off it, and decides to step out of his car. Lonely and uncomfortable he walks towards the big building in front of him.

In all his years, he never stepped a foot in a University. He’s glad Max texted him a description of the route he should take. Otherwise he would be lost in a couple minutes probably. He thinks about his actions again. Is this the right thing to do? Max texted him about this a few weeks prior and since then Lando has been doubting about what to do. But, he’s here.

A big part of him thinks it’s a bad idea. This is suppose to be your day and by being here he will make this about him as well. But he couldn’t miss it. In the months he was close with you, he saw your hard work. He wants to see how it pays off. He wants to be here for this important event in your life.

He takes a seat when he arrives at the right place. He notices that family and students are walking in. He spots Max, who spots him quickly as well. Max walks towards him and takes place next to him.

“You made the right decision,” Max says.

Lando doesn’t look at his friend. He doesn’t want to miss any second of the sight of you. He starts to get afraid that he already missed you.

“I hope so,” he tells Max.

He hasn’t seen you in a month. You didn’t came to the race weekends anymore. Max told him it wasn’t because of him, but that you were busy with graduating. That’s one of the reasons why he decided to leave you be. You were too busy for drama with him. It took him a lot of strength, but he didn’t contact you last month.

Lando knows for sure he can’t miss the sight of you when you walk into the room. It’s impossible to miss the entrance of someone who looks like you. It’s absurd how beautiful you look. Lando almost feels like a dick when he can’t stop thinking about fucking you while you look like this. It’s unfair what you are doing to him. Not that he’s surprised that you’re still doing this to him.

Proudly Lando watches the ceremony. He applauses for everyone who walks up the stage to get their diploma, but his most sincere applause is for you. He feels so proud of you.

The ceremony is over and Lando is standing next to Max in a big room. There are some waiters going around with drinks, he notices that you took a couple. He doesn’t want to ruin your celebrations. Lando is sure that he will ruin your day when he shows you that he is here.

“You should say hi to her,” Max tells him.

“I don’t know,” Lando sighs, “What if I ruin her day?”

“I think you’ll only make it better,” Max states.

Lando still doesn’t budge. He keeps standing in the same spot. The spot where he can look at you perfectly. He watches how you make small conversations with others from your study. He notices the way other boys look at you. Maybe he should just leave? There are more then enough others who will treat you way better probably. He discard that thought when he notices a familiar boy. Is that Joshua who you’re talking with?

Something tells him that this is the moment to walk to you. But he also knows that the chance is there that he will cause a scene. Lando still decides to get closer to you. When he’s almost near you, he hears to words Joshua says.

“Maybe we can try again?”

You whimper at the idiotic words Joshua just told you. “We can’t,” you simply state. You notice the look on Joshua his face getting more mad. He’s probably not used to hearing no, you think.

“Why not?” Joshua asks you, he is quick to add another question. “Is it because of that Lando guy? You can’t tell me you fell for him.”

You let out a soft sigh. You did think about Lando during the ceremony. You wondered how it would be when the two of you didn’t ruin the things between you. Would he have come then? Would he be proud at you for graduating? You like to think so.

“You know what Joshua,” you say harshly, “I did actually fell for him.”

Lando hears your words. It’s the first time he actually hears you say them. Max told him many times before, but he never wanted to believe him until you said it yourself. And now you’re even saying it to Joshua.

“You’re an idiot.” Joshua laughs, “as if someone like him will fall for someone like you. Don’t you see Y/N? You’re opposites.”

Lando doesn’t think about his next move. He slides his arm around your waist and pulls you close to himself. He shivers because of the contact he missed so much.

“That’s why it works so well,” he then tells Joshua, “so fuck off mate.”

You look next to you. Is this actually happening? Lando doesn’t wait for you to reply, he takes you with him to a less crowded spot. He can only hope you’re not mad at him. You don’t know what to think. Since when is he here? How did he know about your graduation? What is he doing here? You haven’t heard from Lando in a month and now he’s suddenly at your graduation?

“What are you doing here?” Is the first thing you ask him when you’re finally alone with Lando.

“I uh,” Lando stutters a bit. He had thought about this multiple times, but what does he need to tell you? “I.. I.. Max told me about today and uh, I wanted to be here I guess.”

“You wanted to be at my graduation?” You ask surprised.

Lando nods. “I didn’t want to miss it. You worked so hard for this,” he tells you honestly.

“I don’t get it,” you say confused, “We fought the last time, then I didn’t hear from you for a month and now you here?”

Lando understands your confusion. He has been acting weird. “I uh, Max told me how busy you were with graduating, I didn’t want to be a distraction.. So I thought I could better wait till after your graduation before contacting you again,” he explains eventually.

“That’s stupid,” you sigh, “but also really sweet of you.”

“You look beautiful,” Lando compliments you, “and you did amazing. Max told me about your grades, you’re so smart.”

“Not smart enough apparently,” you joke lightly.

“What do you mean?” Lando asks a bit confused.

“I didn’t figure it out,” you explain, “I ruined things between us, because I thought you’d never like me back.”

“Let’s talk later,” Lando tells you, “First we’re going to celebrate you. This is about your graduation.”

You smile. Without thinking about it you turn yourself closer to Lando. He wraps his arms around your body, pulling you into his while doing so. You look at him. He looks better then the last time you saw him. Lando lifts up your chin a bit before pressing his lips against yours. You shiver from the feeling. You have missed this.

Later that night Lando is taking you home with him. You’re sitting next to him in his car. Today was an absolute blessing, one you didn’t expect for the one tiniest bit. Who would have guessed that Lando would show up at your graduation? You certainly not. You feel happy about today, but you know that you still have to talk with Lando about everything that happened.

You decide to start about the subject, how sooner it’s over how better. Tonight you want to enjoy your time with Lando without having to worry.

“I’m sorry about how I stopped things between us,” you tell Lando, “I should have told you the truth instead of not giving you any reason.”

“What was the reason?” Lando asks. His focus shifts to you.

“I fell for you,” you confess, “and I didn’t believe that you were feeling the same.”

Lando laughs softly. “You’re really oblivious,” he tells you. That’s something you have heard a couple times before now. Max kept calling you that as well.

“Do you actually believe that I don’t have any feelings for you?” Lando asks you.

“I didn’t think so at the moment,” you confess.

“I can’t really call you dumb on your graduation day, but otherwise I would have said you’re a bit dumb,” Lando laughs. “How can you think I didn’t have any feelings for you? I changed for you. Maybe I didn’t show you enough, but I actually bettered myself only with the hopes you would give me a chance.”

Lando parks his car. Together you walk inside his home. You look at him.

“You look better then the last time I saw you,” you tell him.

“I sleep a bit more,” Lando replies.

You think back about all the gossip about him and the other girls. You cringe. Maybe you should ask him about it?

“No more partying?” You ask him.

“No,” Lando answers, “It didn’t even help.”

“With what?”

“Forgetting you,” Lando sighs, “I tried to forget about my feelings for you by getting drunk every night, but it didn’t do shit.”

“And the girls?” You ask bitterly.

“What girls?”

“The girls you fucked. A new one every night.”

Lando laughs. You start to feel irritated.

“I didn’t fuck anyone,” Lando explains, “Every time one of them got to close, I would tell her to go. It annoys me when anyone else than you touches me. I didn’t tell you for nothing that you ruined it for me.”

“You didn’t fuck anyone else?”

“Of course not.”

“Thank god,” you say relieved.

“What about you?” Lando asks you.

“As if,” you laugh, “I couldn’t even focus on my study let alone on someone else. You were the only one on my mind.”

“Be mine.”

You don’t know if it’s a question or a command, but you don’t care. There’s nothing else that you want as much as this.

“I’m already yours,” you tell Lando.

“And I’m yours,” Lando says back relieved.

“Make love to me?”

Lando doesn’t verbally reply to your question. He pulls you closer to himself and presses his lips against yours. It doesn’t take long for you to end up upstairs in his bedroom.

that's it everyone :) the end of this series ! i'm not sure about something new yet, but maybe it will come. thanks everyone for reading & interacting! ly

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 7

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 6.3k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 6 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 7

There was a knock on your office door, and it flew open before you could respond. Silently mouthing the words of the subclause you were editing, you held up one finger to stop whoever had ignored the closed door and finished the paragraph. Closing your eyes, you begged for patience and looked up at Joanne. “What can I do for you?” you asked, attempting to sound pleasant.

“I’ve been calling and messaging you to let you know that your 11:30 is here,” she replied with a grin. Your eyes darted to your desk phone - which you’d silenced so you could focus - that blinked with three missed calls. The computer was locked and asleep, and your messenger status was on Do Not Disturb so that it wouldn’t chime.

“I don’t have any appointments today.” You’d planned explicitly for that as your contract bid needed to be submitted to the finance department by Thursday so they could review the final numbers and pass it on to the lawyers for one last look before submitting it to the government contractors. You were currently going through the bid solicitation and comparing it to your submission with a fine tooth comb - even missing one small component could lead to an automatic rejection that would lose millions in potential revenue for the company. “Are you sure they aren’t here to see someone else?”

“No, they said they were here to see you specifically.” Sighing, you woke up your computer, shoved your badge into the reader, and logged in. No calendar reminders greeted you, but you double-checked. Nothing. “Should I tell them you’ll be right out?”

“Sure, just give me a second,” you grumbled. Joanne didn’t even bother to close the door as she left. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths before sipping your cold coffee, marking your place with a sticky note, and shuffling the papers into a neat pile. With a quick check of your appearance in your phone camera and touching up your lipstick, you grabbed your badge and cardigan and headed to the lobby. There was a burst of laughter as you slipped the badge into your lanyard while turning the corner.

There, leaning against the counter that surrounded the admin team’s desks, was Jake. Coyote stood beside him, arms crossed over his chest and a bemused expression on his face. Both men wore their flight suits. You stopped in the doorway and raised an eyebrow as Jake caught sight of you, a slow smile crossing his lips, a toothpick clamped between his teeth. “Hey, darlin’.��

“What are you doing here?”

“Coyote, here, and I were grabbing lunch, and I thought you might want something other than that leftover salad from last night.” Sitting at his elbow was a bag and a soda from a fast food place on base.

“Isn’t that sweet,” Joanne gushed. “You wouldn’t happen to be the one who sent her flowers a couple of months ago, would you?”

“Guilty,” he replied, shooting Joanne a grin and letting his accent slip.

“I knew they weren’t from your parents!” Bree - the travel coordinator - laughed, shooting you a look. You flushed.

“Hey Coyote,” you said, “couldn’t rein this one in today?”

“Nope.” He smirked, eyes shifting over your shoulder when voices neared. Stepping to the side, you glanced back to see Glen, Mark, and one of the new QA guys.

“Hey!” Glen said, clapping a hand on your shoulder as he passed. “Thought you weren’t leaving the cave today. Wanna join us for lunch?”

“Actually, I just got mine delivered.” Jake pushed off the counter, all playfulness gone from his eyes and a hard smile on his lips. Since the conversation last week, he’d been encouraging you to go to HR to talk about your coworkers.

“Didn’t realize we had visitors today,” Mark said, eyeing the two men. The company usually delivered lunch to the office during military visits. Forcing a laugh, you shook your head.

“They’re not visitors. This is Jake and Javy. They - ”

“Jake, huh?” Glen shot you a sly grin, hand leaving your shoulder. He’d caught sight of your phone leaving the team meeting and tried to get you to spill on who you were texting about dinner plans. When the man in question nodded, Glen took a step forward and held out his hand - Jake clocked the wedding band. You’d told him the one coworker who usually had your back was married. “Nice to meet you, man. You fly with the Vigilantes?” he asked, nodding to the patch on his chest. Jake’s eyes met yours over Glen’s shoulder after their handshake, and you shrugged.

“Yeah.”

“Nice! I was a catapult officer on the Lincoln.”

“No shit,” Jake chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at Javy. “When’d you get out?”

“Six years ago.”

“Damn, before I got here.” Glen introduced himself to Javy while Jake shook hands with Mark and the new guy.

“He is gorgeous,” Bree whisper to Joanne. Rolling your lips together to keep from smiling, you cleared your throat.

“Thanks for lunch, babe, but I need to get back to work. Do you mind if I leave this here for a second?” you asked Joanne, motioning to the food. When she nodded, you turned to Jake and Javy. “I’ll walk you out. I’m also curious how you got past the gate guard.”

“That was me,” Joanne smiled. “Once Rob told me who was there, and Jake showed him a picture of you two, I let him through.” Your smile was fixed, trying to remember what - if any - photos Jake had taken of the two of you.

With his hand on your lower back and Javy opening the door, the three of you finally left the office and exited into the parking lot. Jake’s truck was next to your car - it was finally released from the body shop on Monday. “You do realize that you just gave the biggest office gossips their best scoop in months, right?” you groaned. Javy laughed and shook his head.

“Kinda his point, I think.”

“He is about as subtle as an anvil,” you agreed, fighting a smile. Jake cackled as his friend rolled his eyes, having caught the Road Runner joke. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

“It’s not like I haven’t heard them all before.” After saying goodbye and you reiterating that you wanted to hang out one night, Javy got into the truck.

Alone, you turned to your boyfriend and crossed your arms over your chest. “Jake.”

“Darlin’.”

“I know what you’re doing.”

“Bringing you lunch?”

“You could have saved yourself the trip by writing ‘Taken - Back Off’ across my forehead with Sharpie.”

“If it makes your life easier, I’ll stop by every day,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and swallowed around the lump in your throat. “Darlin’, you okay?” Clearing your throat, you nodded and looked up at him while touching his chest.

“Thank you, but please don’t do it again.” His green eyes were soft as he nodded, took the toothpick out of his mouth, then leaned down to brush his lips over yours.

“Can I stay over tonight?”

“No - I will probably be working late tonight and need to call my parents. And catch up with some stuff around the apartment.”

“Are you just saying that because you’re mad at me?” Chuckling, you shook your head.

“I’m not mad, Jake, but I do need to get back to work. I’ll call you tonight.” When he nodded, you pushed onto your toes to kiss him again as voices echoed across the parking lot. “Thanks for lunch,” you whispered against his lips before giving him another peck and dropping back to your feet. When he saw your eyes dip to his lips before lifting in a small smile, he couldn’t resist kissing you again, tongue lightly teasing and tasting the wax of your lipstick. Chuckling, you pushed him away and grinned. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be, Lieutenant?”

“Fine. I’ll talk to you later,” Jake said.

“Be safe.” Glancing at the truck, you waved at Javy, who nodded back.

“I’m going up at 2:30, so if you hear a flyby, that’s me.” Laughing, you shook your head and took a step back.

“I’ll keep an ear out, Seresin.” He clamped the toothpick between his teeth before flipping it. Your thighs clenched, remember what other skills that tongue had, and he winked.

Coyote grinned when Jake got into the truck. “Red’s not your color, man.”

It wasn’t until Jake caught sight of himself in the rearview mirror while waiting in the line to get back on base that he realized your red lipstick was all over his mouth. Javy roared with laughter as he scrambled to grab a napkin from the console before reaching the gate guard.

You’re just as bad at marking your territory. You glanced at your phone and smirked at Jake’s text as you dug into the sandwich he’d gotten you.

No idea what you’re talking about. After putting your phone back on silent and retouching your lipstick, you clicked through some emails before returning to the contract.

At 3:00, you heard the roar of a jet overhead and smiled.

It was after six when you finally left work. There were a couple of texts from Jake and your friends from home, and you were about to call your parents when you noticed a voicemail.

“Hi, my name is Elle Brooks, and I’m calling from NAS Lemoore. I’m calling to offer you an interview for the contract administrator position you applied for. We’re trying to get those scheduled for early next week. If you are still interested in the position, please call me back at 559…”

You stopped in the middle of the parking lot, hand flying to cover your mouth.

“Hey,” Jake frowned when he opened his front door wearing only his boxer briefs and a t-shirt. “You okay?” Rather than answer, you held up your phone and played the voicemail. His grin was blinding as he looked from the phone to you and pulled you into the house. “You have an interview? When did you even apply?”

“Same day as the accident,” you laughed. “I was pissed off and - ” His lips covered yours as he backed you into the door.

“Thank fucking god you’re getting out of there,” he said, resting his forehead against yours.

“It’s just an interview,” you cautioned. “And it’s kind of a long shot.”

“You’re gonna get it.”

“It’s less money.”

“You wouldn’t have to deal with the bullshit at work. The government doesn’t put up with that.” Biting your lower lip, you took a deep breath.

“I really want this,” you said softly.

“Darlin’, they’d be stupid not to hire you. And, listen, I haven’t had to interview for a job since high school, but I’m happy to practice with you.”

“Any info you have about GS contractors on base would be amazing.”

“How about this - Coyote dated a contractor for a while. We have him over this weekend, you get the intel, and we go from there?”

“I love that plan.” Jake grinned, leaning down to kiss you and trying to ignore how his heart had jumped at those first two words.

There was a loud pop, and you quickly brought the bottle of champagne to your lips when it bubbled over the rim and spilled onto your fist. When you shook the liquid off your hand, Jake captured it and brought it to his mouth, running his tongue between your fingers, along your wrist and forearm. Setting the bottle on the counter, you wrapped your free hand around the collar of his khaki shirt and pulled him closer. He could taste the champagne on your tongue as he kissed you, hands sliding under your blouse and gliding against your warm skin.

Your hands skated down his chest, making quick work of the buttons and shoving his shirt off his shoulders to run your hands down his arms. His pins clattered against the floor as he let go of you long enough for it to fall from his wrists. The white undershirt quickly joined it as you worked on the buttons of your own shirt.

Jake pressed open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin you revealed, his hands on your ass, rocking you against his thigh. When your shirt fell open, you reached for the champagne again and took a swig as he went to one knee to press kisses to your stomach and unbutton your slacks. You buried a hand in his hair and tugged, feeling his answering groan against your hip. He quickly slid your pants and thong down your legs and grabbed your left ankle to have you step out of them. “Come ‘ere,” he growled, guiding your thigh over his shoulder.

The first pass of his tongue over your core nearly had your knee buckling, and you grabbed the kitchen counter to steady yourself. His laugh was warm against your skin as he looked up at you, holding your gaze as he did it again. Playfully glaring at him, you shrugged off your shirt and enjoyed how his eyes zeroed in on your breasts when you took off your bra.

This was truly decadence, you thought - naked in your kitchen with your boyfriend on his knees, taking you apart with his talented fingers and tongue while you drank champagne. Your head fell back against the cabinet, and you clapped a hand to your mouth to muffle your moan when Jake curled his fingers in a come hither motion while sucking hard on your clit. Hips moving of their own accord, you rode his face as he groaned against your core. “Fuckin’ gorgeous, baby,” he said, shifting his thumb to your clit as he ran his teeth along your thigh. With his other hand, he squeezed his dick, which strained against his fly. The sight had you biting your lip and whimpering.

“Ja - ” you choked on his name when his fingers thrust deeper. Grinding down against his hand, your eyes closed.

“Lemme see those pretty eyes, darlin’.” When you didn’t, he nipped at your inner thigh before licking away the sting. “Look at me.” His green eyes were molten when your gaze met his. “Can’t fuck you the way you want until you come for me,” he rasped. “Love this fuckin’ pussy.” A cocky grin crossed his mouth, and he winked before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard.

Your knee buckled at the combined efforts of his tongue and fingers. Holding him against your core, fingers clutching the counter to keep you upright, you came with a loud cry.

Lazily, Jake kissed his way up your body as you took another swig of champagne. When he licked into your mouth, your earthy taste mingled with the sweet alcohol, and he groaned. Plucking the bottle from your loose grip, he took a long drink and winked when he caught your eyes fixated on the bob of his throat. After swiping his wrist against his lips, he grinned. “Your neighbors definitely heard that.”

“Fuck the neighbors,” you panted, red staining your cheeks. He laughed loudly while setting the bottle back onto the counter. Jake’s hand wrapped around your neck as he leaned down to brush his nose against yours. His kiss was soft, left hand lightly tracing the curve of your waist, causing goosebumps on your heated skin.

“Welcome to the Department of Defense, darlin’.”

“It’s only a tentative job offer,” you reminded him. After a month and a half, your reference checks were completed - your former coworkers in Florida had been happy to help - and HR had approved the packet you’d submitted to negotiate for a higher salary. With the higher pay grade and step, you would only be taking a $5K pay decrease from your base salary, which would be closed in the next two years. Losing the annual bonus would hit your finances, but the benefits were better. “I still have to get through the background check and get my security clearance upgraded - who knows how long that will take.”

“You’ve already got a secret clearance,” Jake said, stroking his thumb along your throat. “It shouldn’t take long for them to clear you for top secret.”

“Months, babe. It’s going to take months for me to get through all the onboarding, and a lot can happen between now and then.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen. And in a couple of months, you’ll get to tell those assholes that you’re leaving, and I’ll be able to visit you at work every day.”

“Oh god,” you groaned, dipping your head to his shoulder. His lips grazed your temple.

“What?”

“I just realized that - technically - we’re going to be coworkers.” His chest rumbled with laughter, breath stuttering across your skin.

“I’ll be the best goddamn coworker you’ve ever had. In fact - ” You shrieked as he ducked, planting his shoulder into your hips and tossing you over his shoulder, careful not to have you hit the counter behind him. He held you in place by your knees and turned to lightly bite your upper thigh before spanking you. You yelped and retaliated by smacking his ass. After spanking you again, he grabbed the champagne bottle and walked toward your bedroom. “I’m gonna lick this off your tits while you ride me until you come, and then I’m gonna get a third one out of you in the shower.”

Jake was taking your overstimulation after two orgasms without a break as a personal challenge to overcome.

When he tried to pour the champagne over your tits, the majority ended up on the sheets, making you both laugh. His tongue ran between the valley of your breasts as you leaned back, one hand braced on his knee, to pour a stream down your chest. The tendons in Jake’s neck stood out as you swiveled your hips, spelling out a secret, three-word message. His eyes were glued to where you were joined, biting his lip as he watched himself disappear inside you. It was his turn to come with a choked moan, his thumb seeking out your clit to tip you over the edge.

Jake stayed inside you as you came down from your high, collapsed against his chest, and the empty bottle rested against your calf on the mattress. He lightly stroked your face and back, thrusting shallowly as you tried to catch your breath. Eventually, he rolled you onto your side and held you tightly while pulling out. He turned on the shower while taking care of the condom and came back to carry you into it.

With one foot propped up on the side of the tub and the showerhead angled to hit both of you, Jake cupped your core, testing your sensitivity with light touches. His hand rubbed your lower back, protecting you from the cold tile and feeling your hips chase and shy from his caress. Slowly, he eased his middle and ring fingers into you, thumb grazing your clit. He studied your expressions as you bit your lip and whimpered. When tears slipped out from the corners of your eyes, he kissed them away, finger stilling. “You okay, darlin’?”

“Too much,” you whined while clenching around him.

“You’re close, baby. Relax.” His hand left your back to tip your chin up. Resting his forehead against yours, Jake waited for your nod. A soft smile crossed his lips when you did.

You came with a gasp, nails leaving crescent marks on his back. His grin was blinding when you forced your eyes open, tears clinging to your lashes and sweat beading your brow. Jake pressed his hard cock against the crease of your hip and thigh. “Don’t even think about it,” you breathed.

“Already done so good for me, darlin’,” Jake said, withdrawing his fingers from your core. You whimpered as he dragged his fingers along your slit, gathering your wetness before sucking it off his fingers. You groaned, tipping your head back against the tile. His hips thrust against you before he took your hand and wrapped it around his dick. After a few guiding strokes, he planted his hands on either side of your head. You ran your hand along his length, twisting your wrist on the upstroke and teasing the tip. Jake panted against your mouth, eyes closed tightly as he coated your stomach with his cum.

Jake took his time washing your body and carried you to bed, curling himself around you. Just as you nodded off, he murmured something into your hair and pressed his lips to the back of your neck, tightening his hold on you.

“Alright, sit down because we are talking about this.”

“What?” Jake grumbled, throwing a stack of t-shirts onto his bed.

“This shitty attitude. You have been in such a bad mood for the last week, and I’m tired of it.” Grumbling under his breath about how much he still had to pack, he flopped face down onto his bed and buried his face in his pillow. Sighing, you sat and leaned against the headboard, resting your hand on his arm and lightly stroking. After a few minutes of silence, he groaned and turned to look at you. You raised an eyebrow as his hand dropped onto your knee, squeezing gently.

“‘M sorry, darlin’.”

“For?”

“Being an asshole.”

“You mean being more of one than usual?” you teased, leg jerking as he squeezed a ticklish spot on the back of your knee. “It’s two weeks, babe.”

Not long after you got your job offer, Jake was informed that he was going on a short deployment to Vegas. Since then, he’d been alternating between clingy and quietly irritated. More than once, he’d escaped on a run when you tried to ask him what was wrong. But now - the day before he was leaving? He wasn’t going to get out of it that easily.

“I know.”

“We’re not going to sweat the short deployments - I have to go on work trips, too. I mean, I’d just gotten back from a training in DC when we met.”

“I know,” he huffed.

“So if you’re so smart and know all of this, why are you upset?”

“I don’t wanna go.” Chuckling, you shifted down the bed to lie face-to-face with him. He rolled onto his side, eyes closing as you reached out to run your fingers through his hair. He had to go on base later to get a haircut and pick up some boot polish.

“I’m gonna miss you too.” You pressed featherlight kisses to his forehead and nose, his lips curving into a contented smile. For a moment, you debated your next words but knew they needed to be said. “Jake, honey?” He hummed in response. “I…I’m not her.”

“Who?”

“Your ex.” His eyes flew open, brow furrowing. When his mouth opened, you quickly placed a finger against his lips to stop him from speaking. “You told me that she cheated on you when you were deployed. And you’ve been hot and cold since you found out you’re leaving.”

“Darlin’, I’m - ”

“If I’m ever unhappy in this relationship, I’ll respect you enough to let you know before anything happens. I just ask for the same in return.” His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your hand away.

“I don’t cheat,” Jake said, his eyes hard. “Never have, never will. Are you telling me you’re - ”

“No,” you cut him off. “No, I’m really, really happy. I just… I’m giving you one deployment to feel insecure about us, but that’s it. I’m not going to put up with this…” You struggled to find the right word before sighing, “attitude.”

“I - ” The words were on the tip of his tongue as he rolled you onto your back, gently stroking the hair from your face. But it wasn't the right time with the specter of his divorce hanging over the conversation. “This is the happiest I’ve been.”

“In a long time?”

“Ever.”

“Even better than the first time you flew?” you teased. He caught the sheen of tears in your eyes and nodded. “Well, now I know you’re lying.” His fingers dug into your sides, and you shrieked and tried to wiggle out of his hold as his hips pinned yours to the bed.

Jake slowly took you apart, pressing every unspoken feeling into your skin. He kept up his mental chant as you writhed against him, mouths so close that you shared every panted breath. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.

The next morning, you lingered in bed as long as possible, trading lazy kisses before you moved down his body to take his cock in your mouth. There wasn’t time for him to reciprocate, though he tried to in the shower, taking care to wash every inch of your skin as you reminded him of the time. He leaned against the bathroom door, dressed in his flight suit, and watched as you quickly did your makeup, a sad smile crossing his lips.

Coyote waited in his car to drive Jake to the base as you said your goodbyes on the front porch. “Be safe,” you said, twining your fingers in the ball chain that held his dog tags.

“I will. I’ll let you know as soon as I land.” Using the chain as leverage, you tugged him down to kiss him goodbye, hand resting on his chest.

“Have fun. I’ll see you in two weeks.” He couldn’t say it when then, not with his best friend hitting the horn and tapping his watch. Jake lifted his hand to flip him off as you laughed and gently shoved him away. “Go.”

The men watched you wave from the front porch as they pulled onto the street before returning to the house to finish getting ready. Jake had given you a key to watch the place while he was away.

“Well, wasn’t that cute,” Javy chuckled.

“Fuck off,” Jake grumbled.

Call you back. Dealing with a minor emergency.

Jake frowned at his phone and texted back Everything ok? You liked his message. His mind raced, a helpless feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Was it another car accident? Something at work? Had your job found out you were planning to leave and fired you?

He’d been in Vegas for a week, and had another to go. If you needed him, there was no way he could get to you. His thumb hovered over his text thread with Coyote, debating asking if he could check on you. Sighing, he dropped the phone into his pocket as he entered the barracks and went to his room. When his phone rang twenty minutes later, he scrambled to pick it up. “What’s wrong? What happened?” he demanded before saying hello.

“My air conditioner is out, and they can’t send anyone out to look at it for two days,” you groaned. “It’s almost 90 degrees in my apartment.”

“So go to my place.”

“It’s fine. I’ll just - ”

“Darlin’.”

“It’s weird being there without you.”

“Yeah, but I have air conditioning. And I’m pretty sure your gross ice cream is still in the freezer.”

“How dare you besmirch mint chocolate chip?”

“It’s like eating toothpaste.”

“You’re ridiculous. And wrong.” It took a little teasing and joking to get you to agree to go to his house, and he stayed on the phone with you as you packed a bag.

Later, after you showered and settled in and he’d grabbed dinner, he video-called you. You answered on your laptop, and he couldn’t help but grin at seeing you wearing one of his shirts. You asked about the exercise he was participating in. Jake launched into a play-by-play of his day, using his hand to demonstrate some of the maneuvers he’d made.

Cradling a coffee mug, you nodded while stirring the contents. When it reached your desired consistency, you brought the spoon to your mouth and licked the green ice cream. Jake stopped talking, and you looked at the screen to see him frowning. “Are you eating in my bed?”

“Yup,” you said, popping the ‘p.’ He had a thing about eating and drinking in bed - champagne on your sheets? No problem. His bedroom? Only a glass of water was allowed.

“Why?”

“Cause you’re weird about it, and there’s no way for you to stop me,” you grinned. He groaned and rubbed a hand over his face, making you laugh.

“I’m gonna get you for that when I get home.”

“You’re gonna have to get over it - I want to drink coffee and have breakfast in bed with you.”

“You want to eat where we fuck?”

“We’ve fucked in both of our kitchens, so that argument is out.” You heard his muttered ‘Jesus Christ’ and smirked. “Fine, fine. We’ll do some positive associations to help you overcome this issue.”

“Oh yeah?” Jake grimaced as you set the coffee mug on the blanket, which turned into a bemused smirk when you took his shirt off so you were only in your panties.

Picking up the mug, you smiled. “Alright, Lieutenant, I want you to pay close attention. Look at me, sitting in your bed and enjoying this delicious ice cream. Notice the smile on my face? Happy girlfriend, happy life.”

“Pretty sure that’s not how the saying goes,” he chuckled, reaching down to adjust himself.

“Oooh, careful, or I’ll tell Javy that you’re talking about marriage at three months again,” you laughed. He groaned, regretting the friendship the two of you were building. “Anyways, ice cream in bed for me. Happy girlfriend and boobs for you. It’s a win-win.”

“I’m still gonna spank you for breaking my rule.”

“Promise?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. A strange intimacy had grown between you during his deployment, and you’d found yourself talking about things that might have been too embarrassing while next to each other. For example, you’d picked up on some of Jake’s sexual preferences just like he’d picked up on your liking to be held down. During one late-night talk, he told you that he really liked it when you teased him so he could punish you. With some clarification, you’d told him you were more than happy to push his buttons.

“Fuck.” He watched as you collected the cold condensation from the mug and stroked your nipple.

“Too bad you’re not here. Just gonna have to take care of myself before going to sleep.” Jake bit his lip as the image of you touching yourself in his bed flashed in his mind.

“Gonna show me what that looks like?” he rasped, hips shifting on the bed as he slid his hand into his boxers and squeezed his dick. You set the coffee mug on the nightstand before shaking your head and covering your mouth as you yawned.

“Nope. Just gonna have to imagine it.”

“Darlin’, it’s not nice to tease.”

“Oh, I’m aware, Hangman. Just consider this payback for all the times you left me hanging.”

“Pretty sure I’ve more than made up for that.” He watched as you shrugged while getting under the covers, then reached for the laptop and set it beside the pillow so he could see your face. Up close, he could see that you did look tired and sighed, letting go of his dick and smiling. “Go to sleep, darlin’. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Six more days until you’re home.” Your eyes were drifting closed, and he wished he was there to tuck you against his chest.

“Can’t wait. Sweet dreams, baby. I love you.” Your eyes shot open, meeting his wide-eyed gaze on the screen. “Shit, darlin’, I didn’t - ”

“You’re an asshole, Seresin,” you breathed. Hurt flashed across his face, and you laughed. “Of course, you would say that for the first time when you’re deployed.”

“You’re… you’re not mad?”

“That you said you love me? No, of course not. The timing could have been better.”

“Just kind of slipped out.”

“I figured. I.. haven’t had the easiest time winning this game of chicken, either.”

“Are you saying that you…”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, biting your lower lip and grinning. Jake’s green eyes were soft as he smiled, fingers reaching to trace your face on the screen.

“Darlin’,” he breathed. “Wish I was with you.”

“Me too. Which is why I’m going to be the nicer of the two of us and not say it until you’re here.”

“You’re not?”

“No. Because I want to be able to kiss you when I say it.”

“So you’re gonna make me wait six more days?”

“Yup.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” Jake groaned.

“Did you just Han Solo me?” You laughed.

“I did. Now go to sleep and dream of me.”

“I will. I love you.”

“Goodnight, babe. I miss you.”

It was that way for the next week. Jake would say he loved you, and you would reply with ‘Thank you,’ ‘I know,’ or something along those lines. His heart was in his throat when, on his last night in Vegas, you sleepily replied, ‘I love hearing that.’

As soon as his jet touched down on Lemoore, he hurried to complete his post-flight checks and grab his duffle from the travel pod. Coyote would drive him home after he checked in, giving him enough time to shower before heading to your place. If the timing worked out, he’d get there just as you got home from work.

But as he walked off the flight line, Jake saw familiar silhouettes outside the Vigilantes hanger. He watched as Javy hugged you and nodded in his direction before walking towards the Sidewinders offices. Grinning, he jogged over, dropping his flight bag and duffle as he reached you. With his g-suit on, he couldn’t hold you as tightly as he wanted, but you were in his arms.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I took the afternoon off, and Javy got me a visitor’s pass so I could pick you up.” His gloves were rough against your cheek as he cupped your face, tilting your head back to kiss you.

“Got somethin’ to say to me?” he asked against your lips.

“Mmm, welcome home,” you said.

“Anything else?”

“Oh!” Smiling deviously, you stood on your toes to whisper in his ear. “I’m not wearing underwear.” Jake groaned, wanting nothing more than to spank you at that moment but contented himself with slipping his hand into the back pocket of your jean shorts and shaking his head.

“At your future place of work? Naughty girl.” A flush stained your cheeks as you glanced around. Lost in the moment, you’d forgotten that you’d be working on this very flight line in a few short months, and it probably wasn’t the most professional thing to be seen groping a pilot there. Jake’s fingers pinched your chin to pull your attention back to him. “Eyes on me, darlin’. What’ve you gotta say to me?” You could see your reflection in his sunglasses. You pushed yours to the top of your head before taking his off. His green eyes were soft and expectant as you licked your lips.

“I love you, Jake.”

“I know.” A laugh burst out of you before you could stop, and he grinned. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” His lips crashed into yours, tongue sweeping into your mouth. With one hand on your ass and the other spanning your back, he bent you backward as you clutched his shoulder and buried a hand in his sweaty hair. There was a wolf whistle as a maintenance crew passed, and Jake reluctantly settled you back onto your feet. “I’ve got a couple of things I need to do before we can leave. You okay to wait?”

“Definitely,” you replied. He pecked your lips before grabbing his duffle while you took his flight bag. His arm dropped around your shoulder, and he tugged you close to kiss your temple as you felt the rumble of a jet taking off in your chest.

During a quickie in the shower, true to his word, Jake spanked you for eating ice cream in his bed. After you dried off, he grabbed his dress blues tie from the closet. “You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, checking again as you lay diagonal on the bed. When you nodded and held out your wrists, he groaned and leaned down to kiss you, cock twitching against his thigh. “Fuckin’ love you, darlin’.” He quickly tied your wrists together, checking your circulation, before guiding your arms over your head and securing them to his headboard post.

Jake kissed away your tears as he kissed back up your body, letting you taste yourself on his tongue after he’d edged you for an hour. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you lifted your hips to grind against him as he wiped the sweaty hair from your face. “Doin’ okay, sweetheart?”

“Hate you,” you moaned, tugging against your bindings as he ground his cock against your slit.

“Told you it wasn’t nice to tease. Now you know how it feels.”

“Says the biggest tease I know,” you huffed. Chuckling, he reached between you to pinch your clit, making you arch off the bed.

“Last chance to change your mind, darlin’.” You shook your head, taking your lower lip between your teeth as Jake shifted his hips so his tip teased you.

Slowly, he pushed inside, making you feel every inch. He savored the heat of you against his bare cock. When your hips were flush, he buried his face in your neck, thrusting shallowly. Unable to touch him, you panted against his temple and clenched, chuckling when he groaned. “Love you,” he slurred when his lips sought yours. “Love you so god damn much, darlin’. M’ perfect girl.”

“Welcome home, Jake,” you smiled when his eyes met yours. “I love you.”

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Author's Note: 🫣 anyone else see Jake as a pleasure dom? I mean, that man wants to be the best at everything, so why wouldn't he want to be that for his partner? Once again, this was supposed to be a sweet chapter but Jake and Darlin' had a different idea. This chapter covered a lot - new job, first deployment, dealing with insecurities, and kink! Hopefully you enjoyed this and it isn't too off the rails of what you initially thought this was going to be 😅

GS stands for general schedule - basically a civil service job. Everyone has a pay grade and step that dictates what your salary is, with a guaranteed raise on a set schedule if you meet minimum eval requirements. Onboarding for a GS job takes fooooorrrreeeevvvvveeeerrrr - trust me. For Darlin' job, she would have to have a top secret clearance, which can take months to get even if you've got a secret one already.

Thank you for reading - I appreciate every interaction I get with this little daydream that's spiraled.

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 22: THE AFTERMATH

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student

YOUR POV

Over the next two weeks, you tried your best to get your life back in order and this started with speaking to the Dean of the school about your issues with James. You had this conversation twelve days ago, just before the commencement of the mid semester break and, of course, you did not mention the threat James made against you and Cillian to the principal of the school, but explained that, for the sake of your friendship with your fellow students, you needed James’s record to be cleared.

Unfortunatly for you, the school’s principal was not interested in what you had to say and referred you to your lecturer himself in order to address the issue at hand.

“Cillian’s email address is active until the end of the term so I suggest you email him about the report” he thus said as, according to him, only Cillian could withdraw his report as this was the school board’s policy.

“Well, thanks” you responded, essentially thanking the Dean for nothing before, indeed, making contact with Cillian via phone.

You texted him, telling him that you needed to talk about James and, unbeknownst to you, Cillian never read this text message which you sent him as Kit had secretly deleted it from his phone.

This was twelve days ago now and you had not heard from Cillian ever since, thinking that, just like an immature little boy, he was avoiding you at all cost.

***

Cillian avoided you by resigning from his position at the Gaity School of Acting and he also avoided you by having his friends Dermont and Connie bring Nina to her dance classes on Fridays and Saturdays.

As such, you knew that, following a two day court hearing, Cillian had finally received shared care for his daughter Nina, allowing him to see her every Thursday to Sunday and yet, not once, did he accompany Nina to her classes during those days.

On Thursday, Danielle would drop her off and Dermont or Connie would pick her up and take her to Cillian’s house and then, on Fridays, they brought her back for her one-on-one session which, to you, was absurd.

On Saturday, they would do the same and it was on this very same Saturday evening that your life would change forever.

“I cannot believe that he hates my guts so much that he is not even going to show his face at his own daughter’s dance classes?” you cursed once, making sure that only Connie could hear you while feeling rather unwell that particular day.

“He is in London actually, shooting a campaign and Nina is staying with us for two nights” Connie told you nicely but your emotions had gotten the better of you by this point.

“And how about the last however many lessons? Was he busy too?” you asked, seeing that Nina had five prior classes in the past twelve days during his days with her, preparing her for the finals in Cork in two weeks.

“To tell you the truth….no…he wasn’t busy, but I think that he is hurt and you shouldn’t take it personally Y/N” Connie explained but you simply shook your head, feeling like Cillian has been treating you unfairly, especially since Cillian never responded to your somewhat urgent text message about James.

In addition to that, you felt a little under the weather. Most days, you were nauseous and some days, you even felt lightheaded, the cause of which you believed to be all the stress factors in your life right now.

“How can I not take this personally?” you asked Connie before apologising to her. You had no intention to whine so much about your failed relationship in a place like this.

“I am sorry Connie, I shouldn’t have put you in the middle of this. None of this is your fault. It’s mine. I fucked up and now I need to concentrate on doing my job” you blubbered along while sweat was building on your forehead.

“You don’t look so good Y/N. Are you okay?” she asked, seeing that you were pale and sweaty just as your head began to spin again slightly.

“I am fine. I am just a little tired” you told Connie before telling her that you were going to get ready for class and check on Nina who, like always, took a while with binding her shoes.

***

Just as you disappeared however, you felt another bound of nausea come on and retreated into the lavatory again, but at least this time, you did not have to throw up.

You splashed some water on to your face while holding on to the sink and looking into the mirror, seeing a girl that, once again, felt rather lost.

You had been there before, many times over, but this time around, it was different as your body sent mixed signals to your brain.

You felt out of balance and you most certainly felt hurt, taking a moment to think about him again.

Cillian was the man you cried over every night since you broke up and forgetting about him felt like a battle you could not win as, at least in your mind, there was never a creature more beautiful than him.

His eyes were the kind that, with a single look, could force one to stop in the middle of a sentence and remain mesmerized. They were blue like the sky on a sunny day, but much more expressive. His hands were strong, but when they stroked your cheeks, you felt nothing except softness.

When you were with Cillian, you saw man who appreciated the arts as much as you did and he believed in the freedom to create his own path. He was a man with a strong mind who even cared about debating topics like politics, yet had the audacity to expose the shallowness of it all.

He was intelligent and kept you on your toes and you loved every rousing second of it as no one ever challenged you intellectually before.

Falling for him was not tough and, unlike with James, the silence between you and Cillian on occasion spoke volumes. You just understood and your connection and your love was something that never needed to be talked about because, like the oxygen surrounding you, you just knew it was there. He knew everything about you other than your age and you thought you knew everything about him as well until now, which is when he treated you in a way you never believed to be possible.

You had your heart broken by him and are now picking up the pieces, crying again, in front of the mirror while playing with the necklace he gave you.

You still wore it every day and, just as you held onto it and took in a deep breather, you heard a familiar voice from behind you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Nina asked as she stood next to you, looking at you with concern before admiring your necklace.

“Yes, I am fine. We probably should get started, shouldn’t we?” you said nicely while smiling at her.

“That’s okay. I don’t mind starting a little later. I have all the time in the world” Nina told you before looking more closely at your necklace and noticing the engraving.

“Did you know that this is a reference made by John Lennon?” she then said before looking at the initial “Cx” on the bottom of the heart shaped pendant which was something that made your mind tick over for a second or two.

“Yoko Ono, actually. I think she came up with it” you told Nina, surprised by the fact that she knew about music from this era before telling her that the necklace was a gift.

“From a boyfriend?” she asked, causing you to chuckle.

“No. Maybe. I don’t know. We were something I suppose” you told her, which is when she told you that her father loves the Beatles and makes her listen to them all the time, hence the reason she knew about the quote.

“The Beatles are great and I actually have a song from the Beatles for your next solo, if you are interested” you then told her and, of course, Nina was keen which is when you asked her to join you on stage.

Cillian’s POV

Over the past two weeks and even until his arrival in London, Cillian too tried to come to terms with the break up from you but, unlike your actions, his actions had become a little more destructive.

Destructiveness though was not something that was a usual reaction for him and it was this destructiveness that concerned his friends Dermont and Connie.

Dermont and Connie took turns taking Nina to dancing with them, knowing that Cillian struggled with the idea of seeing you there. He was lost within his own world of emotions and pain and it was this pain that had become a problem for him.

For almost two weeks, he did not leave the house unless his children forced him to and neither of them knew what was going on. They were both worried about him as well and, luckily for Nina in particular, Dermont came around occasionally to check on Cillian when he had not heard from him for a while.

“Still hibernating?” he thus asked on a Thursday afternoon while Connie was at dance class with Nina and their twin girls.

“What do you want, man?” Cillian asked, snapping at his best friend without any reason whatsoever while Dermont picked up a pile of dirty clothes form the floor and threw them into the dirty wash basket.

“What I want is for you to get out of the house and get this pigsty cleaned up before Nina comes to stay with you tonight” Dermont said with concern as he had never seen his friend in this kind of shape before. Even when he broke up from Danielle, he managed just fine but, now, he did not.

“Just fuck off man and leave me alone” Cillian though said, being frustrated by the constant criticism from his friend who, in the end, went as far as to organise a cleaner for him.

“No, I am not going to fuck off! You are coming with me while this mess gets sorted out. Now come and get dressed” Dermont ordered before pulling the gaming controller away from Cillian’s hands and throwing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans at him, hitting him in the face with both.

“Fuck man, I almost…” Cillian spat, seeing that he almost cracked the next level in his game, which is when Dermont interrupted him.

“I don’t care. Get your ass of the couch now!” he told him before picking up the front door key and, on the way out of his apartment, leaving it with the doorman for the cleaner to use.

***

With that, Dermont took Cillian to a place they had not been to for a while, namely the pub and, whilst Dermont monitored his friend’s alcohol intake, as little as two pints of Guinness got him talking.

Cillian talked about everything, for the first time since the break up from you and he admitted to his friend just how much he struggled with it.

“I miss her so much it fucking hurts” he said as, deep down inside, he was looking forward to talking to you and seeing you every day as this had been the plan before he found out about your age.

“And you can’t see past her age?” Dermont thus asked and Cillian shook his head. He had to be realistic about his feelings for you and knew that, something like this, would never work out. He was almost 23 years older than you and this was something that, in his mind, could not possibly last.

He was done with having children and had no desire to get married again but, at 23 years old, he believed that you probably had no idea about what you want in life while, yet, he missed you an awful lot.

In fact, he missed you so much that, every night when he tried to go to sleep, he remembered you as your scent still lingered on his pillow which, for the past two weeks, he had refused to wash.

In addition to that, Cillian would often scroll through the photos of you on his phone which he could not bring himself to delete. Seeing your smile in most of them was precious to him and it made him remember how much he loved listening to the sound of your laughter.

Cillian too missed that, when he would go to look at you, you were already looking at him first and, whilst every day, he tried to convince himself that he does not want you anymore, he just could not let go.

In his mind, he did not want to see you move on, but he was not doing anything about it either as he knew that he had to give you up. To him, you were his angel in human flesh. You were too much for him and, yet, he could not get enough of you and this feeling was killing him, knowing that you deserved much more from life than he could ever give you.

With that, tears built up in the corner of his eyes again and when it was time to go to meet Nina, Dermont asked whether he would be okay for the next few days.

“Connie and I can help with Nina this weekend, you know. You just need to say” he thus offered but Cillian shook his head.

“Thank you, but no. I will take Nina to London with me tomorrow for the weekend. She will enjoy that. Kit is coming too and, when I am working on the commercial, they can go shopping or something�� Cillian explained to his friend who thought that this was a good idea until, when Cillian and him met Connie and Nina at Cillian’s apartment, Nina had a fall out with her father about it.

According to Nina, she could not travel with him to London as, in two weeks, she was dancing at the finals in Cork. As such, Nina knew that she had to train and prepare for it and this, to Cillian, did not make much sense.

“You don’t have a choice, Nina. I have to work in London and your mother is on holidays” Cillian argued which is when Connie stepped in and pulled Cillian aside, offering for Nina to stay with her and Dermont for two nights.

“Listen dad, you will have me for two entire weeks now as mum is away. Just let me stay with Connie and Dermont for two nights while you fly to London for work” Nina argued, having overhead the conversation and realising her father’s reluctance to let her stay with his friends.

“Fine. If this is what you want” he though said nonetheless and this excited Nina, seeing that she was good friends with Dermont’s daughters.

“You are the best dad” she then said while giving him a hug.

“If you say so” Cillian chuckled in response before attempting to cancel the third room he had booked for Nina as, now, it was only him and his assistant Kit travelling to London.

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A Match Baked In Heaven

Chapter VII

Girl is On My Mind

It’s not that Elain didn’t like Thursdays. Or her sisters. But every Thursday morning, right at 7am, she and her sisters took a Pilates class. Which would’ve been okay. Elain didn’t mind Pilates, though twisting and stretching at 7am wasn’t exactly her idea of fun. It was the run that her sisters insisted on doing afterwards that she hated.

Elain did not run.

Her sisters ran. Azriel Night ran. Piglet ran.

Elain Archeon did not run.

She didn’t enjoy being sweaty. Or uncovered. She didn’t really like all that lycra clothing. She was awkward. She wasn’t sporty.

Piglet liked running, sort of. Not for too long. So often he ran with Nesta and Feyre and Elain followed them, clumsily speed walking, because Piglet was known to give up in the middle of the run and just stop. Someone had to pick him up then. Feyre had attempted to run with him in her arms, but he wailed and protested, and only calmed down when she slowed down to a walk. That he enjoyed. He wasn’t a fan of being jostled. But carried and babied–that he liked a lot. Therefore, Elain usually trailed the three of them, praying and hoping that Piglet would run out of steam sooner rather than later. And then she shrugged innocently and picked him, and explained that she couldn’t possibly continue with her run.

Today, Elain’s never been as grateful for the rain as she was right now. Because it cut the running session to almost nothing–they barely did two loops around the square and the rain began pouring buckets. Even Nesta, a running devotee, said no, and the four of them headed to Elain’s house. It was only 8:45am! And the torture was over just like that!

Nesta went to shower upstairs, and Feyre went to shower downstairs, while Elain, who was wearing an actual jacket, didn't get as wet, and only required a towel. She started on coffee, knowing that the sisters would demand breakfast, and took out a bottle of Prosecco, so they could make mimosas. This was usually their opportunity to gossip and complain, and talk men problems.

“Ooohhh! Mimosas!” Feyre got very excited as soon as she saw the bottle and the pitcher of orange juice on the counter. She rushed to make herself a drink, while searching for Piglet.

“Come Piggy! Come to Aunty Fey and I’ll give you hugs!”

Elain took out eggs and bacon from the fridge, smiling to herself and knowing that ‘Piggy’ wasn’t into hugs. In fact, Piglet was actually going all kinds of crazy by the front door. He was pacing and jumping, scratching at it, yipping and even barking softly.

“Piglet, we just went out,” Elain reminded him, curious as to why he was so eager to leave the house again. “We aren’t going out again. It’s raining and it’s cold.”

He bounded back and forth, jumping and barking at the door, but not angrily, not in the way he did when there was an unfamiliar delivery person or something like that.

“Piglet, come get hugs,” Feyre pleaded, but at that moment, the doorbell rang and Piglet went wild, leaping almost to the door handle, hopping and screeching.

“What’s gotten into him?” Feyre wondered. She’d never seen Piglet this excited. He had Elain’s personality on most days–calm, affable, but solitary, likeable, but laid back and wanting to control the attention that he was getting.

Elain frowned and went to open the door, trying to keep Piglet back with her foot.

She opened the door just a sliver, and gasped.

“Hey, beautiful!” Azriel Night was smiling widely at her, holding an Arsenal bag in one hand and in another, something from a bakery it seemed.

“You?” she stuttered.

“Me!” he confirmed and then stooped to look behind her, where Piglet was stomping enthusiastically, trying to squeeze from behind Elain’s legs.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded.

She hadn’t communicated with him since Sunday morning when she backed away from their conversation and didn’t respond to any of his messages. He didn’t pester her, getting the hint, and up until now, she hasn’t heard from him. And she was fine with that. At least, it felt okay and she convinced herself that it was for the best. But seeing him here right now, his black hair damp, his smile mysterious and handsome, and his smirk promising mischief.

“Let me in, beautiful. It’s damn cold and rainy out here.”

Elain just stood there, and Azriel looked at Piglet,

“Hey my matey. How are you?! I’ve missed you too. Can you tell Ellie to let me in? I’ve got presents for you and for her,”

Piglet almost bit Elain’s ankle, trying to get her out of the way, and have Azriel come in. Barking angrily at her, he paced desperately behind her, whispering and begging.

At last, she stepped back and Azriel stepped inside.

Piglet, for lack of a better term, assaulted him with happiness. Leaping at Azriel, he butted at him, squealed and barked and ran in circles around him.

“Come here,” Azriel simply dropped down on the floor, right by the door and Piglet dove into his arms.

“Tell me everything,” Azriel encouraged, stroking Piglet’s back, as the dog lay his head on Azriel’s shoulder and quieted down, only grunting happily. “How’s life? Have you been good? Ellie is looking very nice–I’ve never seen her in these yoga tights, and they hug her in all the right places! Did she tell you why she’s been angry with me and why she's been so cross? Ignoring me for 5 days?”

He glanced up at Elain, who was nervously picking at the hem of her hoodie, which was unzipped and Azriel very happily looked at the sliver of her bare belly and her sports bra, which couldn’t hide her luscious breasts despite being designed to do just that. Her eyes were soft. It was like she couldn’t stop looking at him, and he didn’t mind it at all.

“Hey pretty matchmaker!” He winked at her and then looked around.

Elain’s home was grand, by all accounts. Not many people could claim the privilege of owning a three-story inherited Georgian mansion, but here he was and he…whistled. The carriage house alone would’ve been anyone’s luxury abode, especially in this town, but his princess-y matchmaker wasn’t just anyone.

He kind of gasped to himself. That spurned Pinky into action, when he jumped out of Azriel’s embrace and sprinted like his arse was on fire. In less than a minute, he returned, dragging two toys with him. He dumped them in Azriel’s lap and ran away again, before returning with his ‘baby’, which was a pug plushie that he slept with. The plushie’s name was Puglet.

Azriel meanwhile observed the fancy house.

Original parquet floors, sanded and lacquered to a perfect shine, a gorgeous walnut staircase that led to the second floor, pretty crystal sconces on the walls. The foyer alone was as big as a studio apartment. Beyond it, he saw a sitting room, with a vintage marble fireplace–fire lit and crackling of course–and some cream and grey furniture. Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the garden. And a shocked looking young woman, who stood in the wide archway, staring at him with her mouth open. Just then, another young woman came down the stairs, her hair wrapped in a towel, clearly wearing Elain’s clothes.

Pinky returned, after almost knocking one of the girls off her feet, climbed on top of Azriel’s again and then nudged the toys towards him.

“Are these all for me?” Azriel marvelled, as he sorted through the loot, while Pinky growled over-excitedly, showing off his stuff. “Okay, I am gonna get you one more, which will be a Chelsea ball, so you can rip into it and destroy it,” Azriel cackled maniacally.

Bark-bark, Pinky barked in complete agreement.

“You’ve got a nice house, baby boy. That Duke really, really liked granny Elain, didn’t he?” Azriel commented, taking in all the crown moulding, and all the preserved historical features of the home, as he slowly rose to his feet, still holding Pinky in his arms. Pinky was not leaving his embrace any time soon. “You are telling me that he gave her this fucking mansion to just hold her little Ladies Club meetings? I am a footballer with a multi-million pound contract, and I don’t know if I can afford this! It’s gorgeous, matchmaker!”

“It is youuuuu!” the girl who came from the kitchen screamed dramatically.

“It’s me,” he confirmed.

The other one, on the stairs, had a sharp, cold, beautiful face, which lacked Elain’s loveliness and humanity.

“This is Azriel Night,” Elain finally introduced him. “And these are my sisters, Nesta and Feyre Archeron.”

“He was holding Piggy in that pic!” Feyre yelled. “It’s him! How do you know him?” her eyes ping-ponged between the two of them. “How do you know each other?!! I need to know.”

“Ms. Archeron here is finding me a wife,” Azriel said easily, boldly walking down the hallway.

“I can be a wife!” Feyre offered immediately.

Elain rolled her eyes.

“If you are a client, what exactly are you doing here?” the other one, Nesta, inquired, her tone not quite so friendly.

“Haven’t seen my mate here,” Azriel kissed the top of Piglet’s head, “in five days. That’s too long. Haven’t seen my beautiful matchmaker either. And I came bearing gifts.”

“You’ve been here before?” Nesta was interrogating him as she followed him like a bloodhound.

Azriel chuckled,

“You must be the dancer who eats the tofu,”

“Excuse me?” Nesta snapped, her eyes wide at the audacity of his words.

“Yeah, I am guessing you are it. Tofu ain’t ever made anybody happy, Ice Queen,” he cocked his brow.

Feyre snorted a laugh.

“I am a barrister,” Nesta protested loudly. “I only teach dance as a hobby!”

“Hmmm. No, I’ve not been here before,” Azriel added, looking around. Goodness this place was nice! Open concept lounge area with a telly and plush seating, and a sweet, sweet kitchen outfitted with the best appliances and all kinds of gadgets and marble and chrome. “Been meeting my matchmaker in her fancy office. But this,” he placed the bakery bag on the counter, “this is nice. Can I live here? Absolutely!”

Elain cleared her throat, before he got lost in his fantasy and reminded him that he isn’t living here.

Feyre sidled by the counter, looking at Azriel with stars in her eyes.

“You must be the maker of the dod– the salmon,” Azriel stopped himself just in time.

“She told you about that?!” Feyre gasped, but unlike her sister, she was happy.

“Yeah, what else did she tell you exactly?” Nesta demanded.

“Well, Pink loved the salmon,” Azriel lied, patting Piglet’s back, “and he cried over the tofu, but it’s no fault of yours, Ice Queen,”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Hmmm…Tofu is just a plate of sadness, innit?”

“So he liked the salmon?” Feyre breathed, eyes big and happy.

“Oh sure!” Azriel said easily. “I hear you like to experiment in the kitchen. I have this cousin–Rhys,” he gave Feyre a frank one-over and added, “I kinda feel like you might be his type,”

“I am sorry, I am sorry,” Elain went so far as to pull on his sleeve, “you are now doing the matchmaking?”

“Looks like I am,” Azriel smiled and opened his arms with pretend innocence. Elain glared at him, unamused. “Are you single?” he then asked Feyre.

“I could be!” she announced and that led to both Elain and Nesta’s aggressive eye rolls.

Watching the three of them, Azriel’s smile widened, while he manoeuvred out of his jacket, while still holding the dog.

“I’ll be honest,” he began, and Elain moaned, “please don’t be!”

He went on and said, “the Duke and granny Elain banged out quite the gaggle of beauties, didn’t they?!”

The three sisters resembled each other–their faces were similar, and yet completely different too. All three were unusually attractive, though he found Elain to be the most beautiful of the three. Her chocolate brown eyes and the gentle contours of her face contrasted with her sisters’ sharper, more defined features. The three had the same colouring: pale skin, golden brown hair, large eyes, but Elain was different in how she was built–she was more voluptuous, with larger breasts, a softer body, but a tiny little waist, while the other two were thin, athletic, not as sensuous, more in line with what was currently popular.

“You know about great-granmaman Elain?” Feyre exclaimed. “How?!”

“Oh, I know a lot,” he said mysteriously, and then his eyes fell on a painting that was artfully illuminated and hung on the wall between the lounge and the sitting room. He approached it, with Feyre and Elain trailing him, while Nesta took a seat behind the island.

The painting, vaguely impressionist in style, was of an absolutely breathtaking woman–she wore a blue hat and sat in front of a bunch of roses.

“Is this granny Elain?” he asked.

('Granny') Elain Archeron (commissioned by the Duke of Velaris), better known as 'A Lady in Blue' 1892 (private collection)

“Yes,” Feyre piped in.

“No surprises here, then. I’d tap that too! Who wouldn’t…”

Elain gasped and covered her mouth, and Feyre burst into nervous laughs.

Nesta sneered, “Are you always this uncouth?”

“Yes,” Azriel nodded firmly and shrugged. “Ms. Archeron here’s been working on that with me, but…no success yet. But we’ll continue. Also, Ice Princess, I don’t know what to tell you, but your granny was spicy hot. Just because it was, what, 120 years ago, doesn’t change the fact that she was a damn beauty. Like the three of you, pretty lasses.”

He swirled on his heels and returned to the island.

“So, what does your cousin like to eat?” Feyre inquired innocently. “And does he look like you?”

“He likes soup,” Azriel said simply.

“Any soup?” Feyre confirmed and then turned to Elain and whispered, “do you know how to make soup?”

“Yeah. I think just about any soup,” Azriel said and then gently set Pinky down on the floor. “But no cheatin’. You have to cook your own. I know my pretty matchmaker can cook anything, but you can’t be going on and cheating, Miss Feyre, and askin’ Ellie to cook the soup for you.”

Feyre bit her lip nervously.

“But,”

“Naw. Ellie’s soup is for me. Rhysie’s soup–well, that’s all you.”

Nesta remained silent during the exchange, and Azriel’s wild ramblings, but her icy, steely eyes darted between him and Elain, between Feyre and him.

“Yeah, and he is a pretty, pretty man. He thinks he is more handsome than me, which is obviously absurd,”

All three women laughed at his display of mad confidence.

“But he’s a looker, certainly.”

Azriel then rolled up his sleeves, exposing his tattooed arms and both sisters saw the scars, but naturally neither one mentioned it. He washed his hands in the huge sink and then Nesta demanded unapologetically,

“What are your designs for my sister?”

“Nesta!” Elain cried out, horrified and embarrassed.

“Nesta,” Feyre also gasped.

Azriel took it pretty well, and only smirked.

“Elain and you,” Nesta continued, “you two can’t possibly have anything in common. And you seem to be quite comfortable here, with her and the dog and I don’t want you to give her false hopes,”

“Nesta, what the hell?” Elain glared at her angrily. Under the counter, Piglet growled threateningly.

Azriel was pretty blase about the conversation, and said,

“If you don’t mind, Nesta, I’ll reveal my designs, as you call it, for Elain and Pinky a little later on,”

“His name is Piglet,” Nesta snapped.

“Nevermind. It’s a whole thing,” Elain sighed.

“Oh, now you have ‘things’ together?”

“We do have things together,” Azriel said, his tone still light, but now firmer. His eyes bore into Nesta, and he added, “Elain’s been very kind to me, a fascinating conversationalist, brilliant, fun and funny and challenging, and yet accepting of me. I know the dog’s name is Piglet, but it should be Pinky. So, like I said, Ice Princess, I will reveal my nefarious plans later on.

“Now, lasses, how about I make you breakfast? If I may say so myself, I make a mean bacon butty. But I’ll up the ante and add a fried egg,”

“That’s not a bacon butty,” Nesta argued coolly. “It's an egg and bacon sandwich.”

“Well, then that’s what you’ll eat,” Azriel shrugged and plopped a bunch of bacon rashers into the pan. He noticed how Elain hid her smile and turned away when he dismissed her prickly sister so easily. Feyre then busied herself with making mimosas for everyone, while Nesta did not offer to help. Azriel didn’t care. What he did was he lightly grabbed Elain’s long braid and pulled her closer.

“Seriously?” she hissed.

He tugged on it and smirked, “I’ve always wanted to do that”.

“What? Pull a girl’s hair?” she elbowed him lightly, but he boxed her in and handed her freshly baked bread rolls, while taking a deep whiff of her hair, and softly rubbing his nose over the top of her head. His voice was quiet when he murmured so only she could hear. Thankfully, Feyre was making a ton of noise, trying to coax Pinky from behind Azriel’s legs, but the dog was rather comfortable where he was, and wouldn't respond to offers of ‘hugs’.

“Oh, I’ve pulled girls’ hair before. Many girls’,” he admitted into Elain’s ear. “Don’t mind it at all…”

“Mr. Night,” she growled at him, as she savagely buttered each roll.

“I said I wanted to pull a girl’s braid. Never got to do it when I was growing up!” and he pulled on it again.

“You are ridiculous!”

“Maybe. But don’t be murdering that bread, beautiful.”

“Should I murder you?”

“Not yet. I’ve got some attributes that you might want to use…for your entertainment.”

Elain whipped her face to him, her eyes wide and her pink mouth open.

He smiled at her and then pressed his forehead to hers.

“Mr. Night,” was all she could manage.

“Ms. Archeron,” he responded in kind.

There was a long pause between the two of them, as the world seemed to fall apart and silent all around them. Elain wanted to say something, but what could she say? She had her professional reputation to uphold and he…well, he was unavailable. In every possible way. Nothing could happen between the two of them. Besides, he…well, Nesta was right. They had nothing in common. They were too different. Also,

She pulled away and wanted to break away from his overwhelming presence, from his massive body, from his heat, from his clean, sharp, pine-y scent.

“Mr. Night,” she said crisply. “I heard from Ms. Raith,”

“Who is Miss Raith?” he frowned, as he turned the bacon in the pan, but didn’t move, continuously caging her between himself and the counter.

“Nuala!”

“Oh yeah, Nuala,” he nodded calmly. “Nice girl.”

“She said that you were nice too. So much so, you went on three dates, in one week.”

He nodded.

“You certainly are not one to waste time,” she noted tartly.

“Not at all,” he agreed, “time constraints n’all. Feyre darling, can you grab the eggs and pass them to me?” he requested, as he was clearly unwilling to step away from Elain.

Feyre’s eyes darted between the two of them, while she asked timidly, “You are dating, Mr. Night?”

“Well,” Azriel gently drew his index finger over Elain’s cheek and tucked a stray hair over her ear, making her shudder against him, “my matchmaker here is trying to get me to date,”

“You are dating!” Elain exclaimed.

Deftly, he began an assembly line of loading buttered rolls with bacon, while he cracked three eggs into the hot pan and they sizzled in the bacon fat.

“No,” he corrected. “I went on a coupla dates. That’s not the same as ‘dating’.”

“What’s the difference?”

Azriel worked the spatula around the eggs, making sure the edges were crispy, but the yolks remained nice and soft and creamy.

He placed the eggs inside the buns and then moved each one onto a plate and pushed them towards each girl.

“Enjoy, my three beauties,” he said with flourish and sat back on the stool, wrapping his arm around Elain’s waist, and pulling her into his lap.

“Mr. Night!!!” she flailed pathetically, while Feyre laughed, watching her sister’s arms and legs wave in the air. Nesta maintained her standoffish silence and only sipped her coffee, watching them. Piglet got real excited and hopped up, before getting up on his hind leg and putting his paws on Azriel’s knee.

Grunting, Azriel scooped him up with one arm, and placed him in his lap as well. He held Elain firmly around her hips, his arm more like a manacle than a human arm, and announced happily,

“Alright now, got my girl, got my dog.”

No matter how much Elain squirmed and attempted to slide off his thick, muscular thigh, she couldn’t. She could barely move. She was all discombobulated, his body hot behind her, his arm entirely too thick with muscles, his breath on her neck.

“Mr. Night!” she mumbled for what felt like the 100th time today. She had no words. Nothing was left. Only him. Lately, there was ever only him.

“Feed us, beautiful,” he urged her. “I got my hands nice and full.”

“Or I can get off your lap and you can feed yourself!” she gritted out.

“Ms. Archeron, you tend to try to take all the fun out of things,” he admonished. “Good thing I never listen to you!”

“No you really never do,” she pouted, but cut her breakfast sandwich in half and then turned around and pushed it to his mouth. He took a hefty bite and smiled as he chewed.

“Eat, crazy pug lady,” he encouraged. “Eat.”

“I can’t believe I have to feed you,” she grumbled, while she tasted her own half of the sandwich and ohmygod, was it delicious! It was possibly the tastiest thing she’s ever eaten. She gave a piece of bacon to Piglet, which he polished instantaneously, and then whined for more.

“What do you say, Ice Princess?” Azriel asked.

“What should I say,” Nesta shrugged. “Should I sue you for sexual harassment of my sister?”

“Pretty matchmaker, am I harassing you?” Azriel whispered, his nose skimming the side of Elain’s cheek.

“You certainly aren’t behaving like a client!” she told him sternly, but then fed him another piece of his sandwich, and a bit of egg to Piglet.

“Seems like you can’t sue me after all. My matchmaker likes me, don’t you, beautiful?”

“Don’t get cocky,” Elain warned. Azriel tugged her closer, his dick dangerously close to her ass, and then pulled her braid.

“I think you two should date!” Feyre decided definitively, mopping some yolk with the bread.

“No, we should not!” Elain snapped. “I don’t date clients and he is already dating!”

“Am I?” Azriel drank a bit of his coffee, while Feyre fed Piglet.

“You are!”

“If you are talking about Nuala, then I am afraid I have to tell you that it’s not going to work out,” Azriel sighed.

Elain turned on his thigh to face him, her brows scrunched together.

“What do you mean?!” she demanded. “Why? Nuala said it went really well. She was so excited to continue seeing you…”

Azriel chewed his lip and told her, his tone serious,

“She is lovely. A wonderful person. Really. The match was good. You did really well,” he complimented her, though Elain looked kind of upset. He cupped her cheek in his hand and gently drew this thumb over her cheekbone. “But I think we are in different places in our lives.”

“How do you mean?”

“If I marry, I would want to build a family quickly. A house, a child–a proper family. Then, even more children. She isn’t in that place yet in her life. Everything is ‘eventually’. She wants to get married, but from then on, things are very fluid in her mind. Eventually a house. Eventually children. Eventually, eventually.

“I want it soon. Not eventually.”

“Well, you should’ve told me that!” Elain fumed, “so I could’ve added it to your profile!”

“Sorry, beautiful,” he said calmly, his eyes never leaving hers. “But now you know. I want to marry. And I want to have children. And if I marry, I marry for life. There is no divorce in my equation. So you better be fucking committed, because there is no way I am letting my wife go–there ain’t gonna be any cheating or any bullshit like that. We commit to each other for life, we love each other, and when I say ‘till death does us part’ I meant it. I am not here to experiment with marriage. I am planning on fucking my wife all the time, and have her want it and ask for more. I know that I will love her, and she will love me. And then we make babies. And we love them and raise them and we are a family. I want Christmas celebrations, and Sunday roast, and little rubber boots lined up by the entrance, and carrying sleeping babies upstairs after a movie night, ice cream cones in the park, and picking strawberries in the summer. I want to come home and see you and them baking at the counter, flour everywhere. I want to kick the ball with my boys and ride a bike with my girls. All of it. I want all of it.”

Elain blinked at him, because his gaze was so intense, and he was still stroking her face. Her mouth was open hearing his fierce demands which amounted to a confession. This was his perfect life. She told him about her perfect day, and he told her about his perfect life. And it wasn’t far from her own perfect life. And for some reason, she felt tears gather in her eyes.

Feyre glanced at Nesta, who was watching them silently with her glacial stare. Feyre made her eyes huge, trying, unsuccessfully, to be discreet, while she attempted to attract Nesta’s attention as if Nesta couldn’t see what was going on.

At last, Elain cleared her throat and murmured, “Yes. I understand.”

“Good,” Azriel’s thumb made slow circles over the apple of her cheek. “Very good.”

“So now…” Elain murmured, confused.

He glanced at his watch and said, “Now, I gotta go, lass. I've got training in less than an hour.”

“But Nuala,”

“I’ll work it out with Nuala,” he promised. “I won’t leave her heartbroken. She is a good lass.”

“Now what?”

“The search continues I suppose,” he said lightly. Then, he carefully set Elain on the floor and got off the bar stool. Slinging his arm around her waist, he tugged her alongside him and they went back to the foyer. Piglet trotted next to Azriel, very ready to go out now and have a nice walk. But instead, Azriel picked up the bag that he brought with him and said,

“Alright, I brought something for you two–it doesn’t seem proper that you two have the captain of Arsenal as your best mate and not have any Arsenal gear!”

He squatted in front of them and Piglet dipped his whole face in the bag, looking for treats.

“First, something for my matey,” Azriel pulled out a baby-sized red t-shirt and draped it over Piglet’s back.

Elain smiled and Feyre, who was standing next to her now, cooed and gasped with childish squeaks. “It’s so cute!!!” she exclaimed.

“Obviously, I couldn’t not get you a bow,” Azriel added, taking out a lush red bow, and then, a red baby puffer vest, all branded with Arsenal signage. “Ahhh, not bad, huh?” he nodded a pleased nod.

Elain laced her fingers together, all soft-eyed and happy. Of course when it came to her baby boy, nothing could be too much or too outrageous.

“Should I get him a little red beanie?” Azriel considered with utmost seriousness. “Would he wear it?”

“Yes, yes!” Feyre nodded, capping. “Get Piggy a wee beanie!”

“We’d have to tie it over his head, I think,” Elain pondered, “but he might wear it. He doesn't like the cold–he might like it in the winter.”

Azriel rubbed Piglet’s back, scratching him lightly and then straightened out, saying, “I’ll get you a few toys, some chewys and some Chelsea shite for you to destroy.”

“You are crazy,” Elain laughed. “But thank you. You shouldn't have, really.”

Azriel stepped closer to her and then pulled another garment from the bag.

He chewed the inside of his cheek, suddenly seeming nervous, and his usual bravado gone.

Feyre watched the unfolding scene with her mouth slightly opened, completely engrossed in what was happening. Even Nesta stood on her tiptoes, craning her neck and watching them from the hallway.

“It would make me very happy,” Azriel began saying, but then stopped and licked his lips. Elain stood in front of him all pink-cheeked and pretty. He started again, “it’s customary for girlfriends and wives...well,” he rubbed the back of his neck and exhaled loudly. “What I meant to say–and I am not saying that you are either–obviously,” he chucked gruffly, his demeanour tense, “I mean, what I want is,” he thrust the red garment into Elain’s hands. “This…”

Now curious, Elain unfolded the garment and it was a red Arsenal jersey.

The number on the shirt was 14. And the name in the back was A. Night.

She stared at the shirt.

Azriel meanwhile, stared at her.

“I want you to wear it,” he said at last. “Support us. Me.”

Elain rubbed her finger over the jersey and then she glanced at Azriel.

“It’s yours,” she stated softly.

He pursed his lips, but nodded.

“Yours. Your kit,” she clarified.

It was not a brand new jersey, not like Piglet got. It was also massive. She could probably wear it as a dress. And it wasn’t spiffy and shiny like a new one would be.

“You’ve worn it,”

He nodded.

“I mean, it’s washed and all,” he assured her.

“It’s alright, Mr. Night, considering your overly familiar manner, I don’t think it even matters. You keep pawing at me like I belong to you.”

At her words, his eyes flashed with some hidden hunger.

“Will you wear it?” he demanded.

“Yes,” she agreed, “I will wear it.”

“You’ll wear my kit. With my name on it?”

“Well, that’s the only one I got,” she smiled shyly at him. “So yes.”

“You and Pink,” he clarified. “Next time we are playing, you’ll wear it?”

“We will,” Elain nodded and for the first time, her fingers skimmed over his hand on their own accord. “Thank you. Saturday, Arsenal vs Liverpool.”

“Yes.”

“We’ll be there. In spirit. Cheering you on!”

At that, Feyre decided to add her bit and announced, “Me too! I will cheer too. And I don’t even like football!”

Azriel tsked with pretend disappointment and then pulled his jacket on.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, beautiful Archeron sisters! Feyre, Nesta, my Elain. Pinky. I’ll see you later.”

“Thank you for the breakfast!” Feyre exclaimed.

“I was nice meeting you,” Nesta allowed at last.

Azriel gave Piglet a hearty squeeze and then handed him to Elain, so that the pug didn’t take off after him.

“I’ll see you later, Ms. Archeron.”

Once Azriel left, Feyre collapsed on the sofa and roared, “He is so handsome!!!!”

She was fanning herself and babbling, “do you really think he has a hot cousin? What if he introduces us? Do you know how to make soup? What kind of soup? Chicken? Ohmygod, what if he likes borsch?!?! I don’t know how to make that!!! Does anyone know how to make borsch?!!”

Nesta pulled on a pair of socks and then her trainers.

“I gotta go too,” she told Elain. “Thanks for breakfast.”

“Well, he made it,” Elain reminded her.

“Yeah, he did,” Nesta muttered to herself and walked to the door. She opened it, letting a gust of cold, wet air inside and causing Piglet to run back into the kitchen, his tail wiggling wildly.

Feyre flopped on her side on the sofa and then looked at Elain, and said,

“I thought the two of you were going to kiss when he was leaving.”

“What?” Elain gasped, wide-eyed. “What are you talking about?”

“When he was giving you the shirt,” Feyre explained further. “It seemed like you were gonna kiss. He wanted to–I can assure you,”

“And I can assure you that he did not!” Elain argued, feeling her cheeks heat.

“That’s…literally incorrect!” Feyre insisted.

“And that’s literally an incorrect way of using the word ‘literally’,” Elain noted.

“I don’t know who needs to hear this,” Nesta said calmly, “but probably you,”

“What is it?” Elain asked nervously, because when Nesta spoke like that it could never mean anything good.

“That man is in love with you.”

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Can You Keep A Little Secret 3

Someone call somebody, because Epel beat my ass while I was writing this chapter. I thought I had it drafted perfectly and then I reread what I had and was like what is this?? So this is maybe the most edited thing on this blog, hooray! Real talk, though, his rabbit suit is the cutest thing ever and I want to put flowers in his hair. Dividers by @/cafekitsune.

This fic is aimed towards sort of everyone, but the reader possesses afab features. This is important in this chapter, but as it is a reincarnation fic, the fic is aimed at anyone who can handle it. Reader is referred to with they/them pronouns!

TW for threatening behavior, mention of death, violence (reader gets tossed around a bit), strangulation, semi-shy reader, AFAB reader, NONCON, DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT, pregnancy mention, degrading language used towards reader

Link to previous chapter here!

Epel doesn’t even mention it. You keep your interactions professional, go over your lines at home, and this proceeds for the first week.

He’s called you a few times, sent a few messages. You changed his name in your phone to “Epel Fucko.” It makes you giggle, at least. That’s about the only funny thing.

Over the week, you ignore every single call and message from Epel. On Thursday, it feels like he’s finally gotten the message, since he stops trying. When he’s at work with you, the two of you are hardly alone, if ever. He’s as sweet as pie as long as there’s at least one pair of outward eyes on your interactions. You sleep alright on Thursday and Friday.

As usual, on the weekend, your new mother comes by, but this time she isn’t alone. She’s got groceries with her, and attached to the groceries is Epel, who she seems absolutely taken with. She’s beaming as she walks in, and when you go to help her with dinner, she shoos you away.

“Go entertain your guest! I can handle myself in here.”

He’s not your guest, but you don’t want to find out what she’s like when she’s annoyed, so you go to the living room, making sure you’re seated within sight of the kitchen. The apartment isn’t big, but you’re not taking any chances.

Epel smiles sweetly at you and shows you his palm, “Lemme see your phone?”

“Why?”

“You ain’t been picking up. Just wanna make sure I don’t gotta get you a new one.”

“It’s not broken.”

Epel’s face twitches, that little microexpression that you notice but can’t observe. He smiles and leans back, resting his ankle on his knee.

“I get it.” You’re certain he doesn’t, but you don’t get the chance to retort when he continues speaking in that overly-innocent tone of voice, “Your mom’s real sweet.”

You have half a mind to think that might be a threat, but surely it couldn’t be. Threats are for fantasy stories, best left in books of espionage and diplomacy and magic. You nod, sighing.

“I think I’d be dead without her, haha.”

“Mmm.” Epel hums, as though he’s disinterested, and changes the subject, “It’s odd to see you not all dolled up.”

“Uh…”

“It’s nothing bad. I think it’s a good change, really. All of this is.”

“Thank… you?” You don’t know how to respond to any of this.

“You’re welcome.” He glances at the wall and squirms in his seat, “You, uh, haven’t replaced your television yet.”

You didn’t know you had a television. It dawns on you, as you shake your head, that Epel could literally have made up anything and is testing you, but you shake that thought off. It’s more ridiculous than the idea of him threatening your mother.

Speaking of, she exits the kitchen with some amazing looking stir-fry. She hands you your plate and frowns at your proximity to where Epel is sitting.

“You can sit closer. I don’t judge. My, it almost makes me miss your father… and then I remember what he’s like, ahaha!” She jokes, walking back into the kitchen.

Epel smiles, but he’s looking at your plate. He looks confused.

Your mother fills the air with chatter. Since you don’t know much about her, it’s very welcome. At least her talking gives you a distraction from the unwanted guest in your home.

You don’t know why Epel decided to visit you today. Well, slight correction- you do know, you just don’t understand his audacity. What gave him the right to barge in like this, especially after you were very deliberately ignoring him?

Your mother heaves a sigh and gathers the dishes, “Well, let me clean up and then I’ll get out of your hair.”

You stand up and try to help with the dishes, half-hoping to convince the woman to take Epel with her when she leaves, but she shoos you out of the kitchen again. It figures that you’ll have to face your problem head on.

Epel looks about as comfortable as can be, sitting on your couch. He has a tendency to look somewhat stiff in public, but right now he’s leaned back, his legs spread and his toes wiggling in his socks. His eyebrows tick upwards as you stop right in front of him.

You swallow warily, “Uh, it’s getting sort of late.”

“It is.”

You know he understood what you meant. You can’t really trust your mother to be on your side here, however, so you refrain from telling him to stop acting smart, “Yeah, uh… early morning tomorrow?”

As Epel smirks at you as though you’ve just told a very adorable joke, your mother breezes out of the kitchen, “Ta ta, kids! Don’t have too much fun without me!”

About as soon as the door closes, you feel like you need to leave if Epel won’t. Although common sense would tell you not to poke the bear, you don’t have much of a choice, “Epel, it’s time for you to leave.”

Epel doesn’t respond, not immediately. He flexes his hands, cracks his knuckles, and rests his ankle on his knee before his lips quirk into a smile, “You remember the last time we were alone like this?”

The words freak you out more than they have a right to. You can feel your face cycling through various expressions- you’re confused, you’re scared, you’re angry, you’re distressed- and Epel laughs.

“I know you don’t.” He says, standing up. He’s not much taller than you, but he’s somehow looking down the bridge of his nose at you. “If you did, you’d have left with your ma.”

You don’t like that smug, smirky look on his face. You don’t like the way he acts, you don’t like the way he treats you. You don’t like him, point blank period. Your eyes narrow and your lip curls, and you can’t help the scowl, “You know, you’re right. Have fun in my apartment, Epel.”

You take two steps back from him and fight back a shiver when he begins giggling. You walk backwards towards the door and he just watches you, laughter peppering the air. As soon as you have your back against the door and your hand on the knob, his laughter dies down and he sighs.

“‘Course.” He drawls, taking a step forward. “I mean… any pretty thing like you would probably not want to be in a room with me after what I did to you.”

“Wh-what?”

Epel’s eyes narrow in some slight disbelief, “You really don’t remember?”

“I-”

His expression twists a little further, then smooths into neutrality. He hums, thoughtful, “What college did I go to?”

You furrow your eyebrows, twisting the knob a little bit. Epel’s expression grows more and more confused.

“Hmm. Somethin’s off about you. Has been for a little while now.” He mumbles, shapely lavender eyebrows furrowed.

“N-no, I’m me, I just-”

“How long have we known each other?”

You don’t have an answer. You have no answer. You balk and Epel grabs you by your collar and drags you away from the door. You kick and struggle, clawing at his hands, but he’s unfortunately stronger than he looks as he dumps you on the floor of your bathroom then crouches to get in your face.

And then he’s standing and scrubbing a hand down his face, his back to you as he mumbles to himself. He stalks to the mirror and wrenches it open. You didn’t even know it did that.

“You only took one.” His voice is cold, and he turns to pin you with a glare, “But you’re acting a lot better than you was.”

“O-one what? Epel, you’re scaring me. I’m gonna call the cops.”

Epel laughs in your face and stalks towards you. His posture is all wrong, he looks like some kind of feral animal, and then he grips the front of your shirt and yanks, “What would you tell them? I’d love to know.”

“Y-you’re threatening my wellbeing by acting erratic!”

He looks unimpressed, jostling you once, “I’m acting erratic? I used to be the polite one! And now you… you don’t got none of your memories and you’re sweeter’n pie. People don’t change like that, honey, not without a little help. You’re smart enough to know that.”

“What are you talking about? What did you pull out of the medicine cabinet?” Your voice is warbling, like you’re trying to speak to the tune of a theremin.

Epel shoves you back, your back hitting the bathtub, before picking a weekly pill case out of the medicine cabinet. His slender fingers pull out a pearlescent pill from the case and hold it up to the vanity so the light frames it. He’s very picturesque, but this isn’t something sweet or wonderful. You’re absolutely certain he’s going to fuck you up tonight, and you don’t know how you’re going to get out of this yet. You shuffle so you’re standing, and Epel turns to you, an eerie smile on his pretty face. He’s in-between you and the door.

“Do you know what these are?” He shows you the pill.

You shake your head. You don’t know what that is. Epel clucks his tongue and mockingly pouts.

“This,” He takes a step forward and places the pill in his palm, looking down at it, “is what your daily multivitamin looks like. I remember, because you made a big deal about it when you were first put on them. Do you remember?”

You don’t answer. It’s not like you needed to, really, since Epel is once again carrying the conversation.

“Of course you don’t. The self-centered brat I know would never miss an opportunity to make themselves prettier at the cost of actual beauty. And you are not the self-centered brat I knew. You’re someone else.”

“I-”

“Don’t worry. Let me finish, and then I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do.” He shows you the pill again. “This is not your daily multivitamin. If you were the person who lived here, the one I’ve known for five some-odd years, you would also know that I went to NRC.”

“The mage school?” You ask blankly.

“Mmm-hmm. Very good. I was placed in Pomefiore. It’s a dorm there, bunch’a frills and shit, all obsessed with beauty… and poison.”

“Y-you-”

“Ah-ah! I ain’t done, sugar. Now, I knew something fishy was going on when you weren’t wearing a pound of makeup last week, but I figured it was what I intended to be a… soothing powder, of sorts, at work. Now that I know you ain’t been taking them, well…”

“Y-you poisoned them?”

Epel’s eyes narrowed sharply at you. Normally his features are very soft and welcoming, but his piercing blue gaze is nothing but dangerous now. “So you admit it.”

It’s not a question. It’s a blunt statement, the only fluctuation in his voice having been placed there by his accent. You inch along the wall and he turns to watch you. As you reach the door, you think he’s maybe going to lunge at you, but instead he delicately covers his mouth and snickers. His shoulders shake and he begins to giggle, which evolves into full blown hysterical laughter.

You twist the handle and over-estimate, falling a bit backwards as the door swings open. If you survive tonight, your neighbors are going to be pissed. You quickly scramble to your feet and rush for your phone. There is no house phone here, and you wonder why you didn’t bring your cellphone with you when you went to the door.

You don’t make it to the living room, since Epel tackles you to the floor. His laughter echoes in your apartment like some kind of haunting song, the tolling of the bells before a funeral. You shriek, your eyes filling with tears as his arm curls around your neck.

“E-Epel, I’m sorry, I’m sorry that whoever I was acted mean to you, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me-”

His laughter rises, “Shut the hell up and stay still.”

You do as he says, despite you wanting to keep pleading, because his arm has constricted around your throat and you’re choking. The guttural noises escaping you are a combination of your terrified sobs and broken gasps for air. Epel wrestles you so you’re standing and then drags you into your bedroom, shoving you so you’re splayed out on the rug next to your bed.

“I always dreamed of seeing you… the real you with that cute look on your face, the one that screams, ‘Oh, help me! Anyone, save me!’ Distress. Like your little heart is breaking.” He straddles you and puts his hand over your face, grinning. “I always wanted to see you like this. Too bad you’re just the unfortunate bystander to years of rivalry, huh? Guess it makes sense that you seemed spacey.”

“E-Epel- Epel, p-please don’t do this. I’ll leave you alone, I promise, I-”

“What is ‘this’?” His voice is teasing, a cruel little smirk on his face as he leans so his hands are cuffing your wrists to the floor. “What do you think I’m gonna do?”

“Y-you’re gonna kill me again…?” You sound so small. Like a mouse, or something of the like.

Epel covers his mouth again as he laughs, eyes shutting in mirth and then he leans close to your ear. You can hear him moving, hear the saliva in his throat as he swallows, and the moisture on his breath hits your ear, making your skin prickle, “Do you want me to kill you again?”

You shake your head, desperate for this second chance at life. You already died, and there was nothing until you woke up. You didn’t even realize it, thinking you were just asleep before. You’re stressed out, but you want the chance for things to get better.

“Mmm. Good.” Epel draws back a bit and places his hands on your waist, his thumbs pushing a bit too hard against your skin, “Here’s what we’re gonna do, honey. I am going to fuck you-”

“No! No, no, no, please-”

Epel smacks the rest of your plea out of your mouth. Your cheek stings and he lowers his hand, smiling sweetly, “As I was saying, I am going to fuck you until we both know you’re pregnant. We’re going to announce that we’re together, we’re going to be together. Because you’re not who I knew, I like you more than the person I knew, and you need me anyway.”

You sob, your voice loud as Epel braces a hand around your neck and makes quick work of your shorts. You squirm and wriggle and he uses the other hand to drag up your shirt, pinching your nipple before he pants and starts pulling his slacks open.

“You need me, you know that? I’m the only one who knew the real you, the you before your little accident.” Something burning hot presses against your thigh, and you shudder, “Do you understand? Tell me you love me if you understand.”

“N-no, no, please, Epel, I don’t-”

“You don’t what?” He seethes, angling his hips and pressing against your entrance, “You don’t understand or you think you’re gonna be okay on your own out here? Those other motherfuckers, they don’t give a damn about you. I’m giving you a chance to heal your public image, bitch. You’d best take it.”

You don’t get the chance to hysterically decline, as Epel slams into you with a lusty grunt. He stays still for a moment and you hear your voice before you realize you’re speaking.

“-this to me? Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to me?” You babble, your tears making your voice thready. Epel flexes the hand around your neck and you stop talking.

“I always thought you was pretty. You know that?” He almost sounds vulnerable, but the wild look in your eyes and the sudden jerk of his hips makes you remember that Epel is not someone to think of in a positive light, in any capacity. Pity counts.

He moans and lets his arms loose, his entire body still casing you in as he rests his forehead on the plush rug you’re sprawled on, his hips undulating as he snickers meanly, “Always thought your personality was shit, though. Mmm, I like you so much better like this.”

He’s hot, on top of you. His body temperature is making you uncomfortable, and you’re not sure if that’s your sweat or his sweat that’s dampening your skin. His fingers are a shocking cold, however, as they come up to harshly tweak your nipple.

You yelp, coming back to yourself and squirming again. He sits up so he can clamp a hand around your throat again. The lights are all still on, the room is bright and although there’s a shadow clinging to his front, you can see Epel’s features plain as day. His hair is a mess, it must have fallen out of the tie he had it in. The lavender waves spiral over his pretty face like an ornate picture frame. His cheeks are a pink that would maybe be cute if he wasn’t trying to forcefully fuck a baby into you.

Like always, Epel looks like he’s maybe about to cry. His eyebrows are furrowed, his lips clamped unnaturally tight, his eyes glistening. But behind the shine in his eyes, behind the rosy cheeks and the upset expression, there’s an eerie air of disturbia.

He releases your throat for a moment, then clamps it down again, watching your skin ripple with the force of his thrusts, “I don’t want to kill you. I didn’t want to kill you the first time. So you are going to have to do something for me, so I don’t decide to kill you.”

You gasp, choking for air. Epel tilts his head and smiles, looking more worried than conniving.

“You need to stay still. You don’t have to enjoy it. It’s more about my pleasure anyhow.”

You hate him. You thought you disliked him, but as you nod so he’ll stop strangling you, you decide that you hate this man, you loathe every fiber of his being and the very thought of having his child makes you long for death again. This second chance is not worth this.

Epel coos and kisses your tear-streaked cheek, then lets your throat go, bracing his hands around your head. He’s framing your face as he smirks down at you, his hips rutting into yours. His eyes narrow a bit and he reaches down to tilt your hips further up, one of his hands hooking in the crook of your knee, which he presses as far up as he can go.

And then he bows his head and lets out a whisper of a groan, his hips stuttering to a stop. You shiver and cry, feeling somehow numb despite being overly aware of every single touch on your body. You feel the carpet beneath you, but you don’t. You feel Epel’s weight on you, but you can’t. You can hear yourself crying, you feel Epel’s lips peppering your face, kissing the tears away, but you refuse to live in this moment.

Epel gets off of you and stretches, then starts unbuttoning his shirt and rolls his slacks the rest of the way off, but leaves his socks on. He hums to himself as he walks out into the main area of the apartment, leaving you in a heap and alone in the bedroom.

He returns with a pair of mugs, one of his cold hands rubbing your belly as he smiles down at you and puts the mugs down.

“Don’t tell me you’re all spent, sugar. It hardly ever takes on the first try. We’ve got another few rounds before we can go to bed.”

You can’t respond.

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This is....extremely hard for me to write. It's not going to be a happy post. I'll put the meat of it under a readmore, since there's....a lot to explain.

This morning, (Wednesday April 3rd) at 6:15am, My mother left us.

I knew that this was coming, sooner than later. The past few weeks have been hard.

She had no quality of life. She couldn't get up in bed, she definitely couldn't walk. She'd been bed-bound for 6 months. There's been close calls before too....when she's had UTIs and covid. The last time she got a UTI I....really thought I was going to loose her. She looked so bad, couldn't stay awake for more than a few moments...

It was nothing like this.

I went to visit her on Thursday of last week, before my convention. She wasn't great, but she was still responding to me, still eating if i helped her. She didn't eat much....but it was something. I figured it was another one of her dips. She's always been on a roller coaster, health wise. She'd have good moments, she'd have bad. It was always a toss up on a given day that she'd be good or bad.

She never recovered from this one.

And my Aunt, who took over careing for her and handling her affairs so that I could escape from that, did not tell me until Sunday evening. Though at that point, it was just "she's not doing great" type of deal. Monday was the same.

Then Tuesday came. I was feeling good, ready to get back to work after my little vacation. I was chipper, happy.....Only to get a message from my aunt saying that Hospice had called her, to tell her that the end was extremely close.

I dropped everything and ran up to the Nursing Home to see for myself, since there'd been plenty of times where the alarm had been sounded but she actually wasn't that bad.

But she was.

She was not awake at all. They hadn't given her anything, but she wouldn't wake up. She was so tiny and skinny from not eating, palid and grey....it's indescribable unless you've been through it yourself. I knew at that moment that she wasn't going to last long. I stayed with her for hours until the weather forced me to get home. She was still drinking water....to an extent. It had to be on little sponges that she would suck on. But she was running a fever that never left, her oxygen level had tanked to the point where they put her on oxygen.

But the clencher was the rattle. I knew what that was. I'd heard it before.

Hospice said since she was still drinking water, she likely would live through the night.....and she did. Just barely.

I'm glad I got to see her one last time. To tell her that it was okay. That i'd be okay. Eventually. Even if she couldn't hear me. I think she was waiting for me to come, since it was only about half a day later that she passed on.

Close friends of mine will know that while I might have complained a lot, had a lot of issues with my mother......I loved her dearly. I was super close with her even if it was a massive strain on me. I was her main caretaker for 15 years. I sacrificed my youth, my teenage years, my college years....so that I could make sure she was okay, was alive, was healthy. She was my world for so long.

And now my world is very broken.

A part of me is glad. Glad that she's not suffering anymore. Glad she went in her sleep. She's not in pain anymore. She doesn't have to sit and lay in that tiny little room with people she doesn't know. She doesn't have to worry about what pills she has to take, or how they're going to get her changed. She doesn't have to worry about anything anymore.

But the rest of me is devastated. I no longer get to see her. I no longer get to hear her voice, or talk with her about her favorite shows. No more sitting with her and watching the news. No more lunches, dinners with her. Nothing. It's a big empty hole that can't be filled easily.

I feel like a bird that's been given freedom....only to have one of it's wings broken, rendering it unable to fly.

It's hard. Harder than anything one could imagine. Loosing family is not something to be wished upon to anyone. I've cried so much today that I just feel empty....and I still have to figure out funeral arrangements and the like.

I'm not...going to have a lot of energy for tumblr for a bit. I might respond to a few things, to attempt to get my mind off things....but it'll be very sparce for a while. I know i've been sparce for a bit....as my adhd has caused me to focus on other things....but this is a completely different animal to that.

I'll be back. I will. And I'll be here off and on. Just....give me a bit of time to heal.

#{out of luck} ooc #tw death #tw medical #tw vent

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choicesmc · 3 months

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Rams: 2, 16 & 45

And now when I have actually read LoA - Fiona: 3, 25 & 31

thank you <3 It took a while to get 'round to this but!! I think you'll enjoy it :D (loved the questions your picked :0 made me think!!)

from [this] question list

RAMS

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

Not really? Xe has a couple of routines, but not really rituals. Simple stuff like brushing xer teeth, cleaning xer room (whenever it gets far too messy for xer taste).

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

“What are you going to major in, love?” Shreya asked, wiping a smudge of lipstick from Rams’ cheek. Zie wiggled in her hold, only serving to smudge the lipstick further. “It’s… not my problem yet,” Rams responded with a cheeky grin, “That’s a problem for sophomore year me.”

Rams is choosing to actively avoid this question right now. In high-school, she wanted to become a Forensic Pathologist and was going to get her degree in Medicine. But now, she’s not sure what she should do…

Short term, though, she’d like to slowly get back into social scenes and school clubs.

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

It depends on who he’s trying to express to. Beckett requires more words than deeds and the same with Aster! Shreya and Griffin prefer actions to words. His default, though, is through words. If he says something, he means it! (Personally, he also prefers words to actions. He likes being told exactly what you want/expect from him or anything else rather than guessing…)

FIONA

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

In the sense of going to a gym? No, absolutely not. However, he does have weekly skate nights! On Thursday’s, he makes all effort to leave early, and tosses on down to a local roller rink for the rest of the night which can easily last hours. (His legs are so sore the next day, but it is so so worth it!)

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Firstly: nothing past LoA 2 chapter 1 happened (ie. Martin became a senior partner is the only thing that happened) Mostly because I want Fiona to have a love-hate relationship with Martin and also I hated how dumb Reggie and Linda were made to make the plot work 😓

So, right now, Fiona wants to be head of the IP Division. It’s been his main love since graduating college! (He has his degree in pure physics. He’s a little crazy 💖)

31: Most prized possession?

He rubbed the silver cufflinks between his fingers, their sharp edges weathered down by years of rubbing. He stared at the simple message his parents had sent him. ‘Happy Birthday’ it read, plain as day. The timestamp showed they’d sent it barely a minute ago. It was 11:46. Had they forgotten till now? “At least they sent one this year,” Fiona whispered, biting the bottom of his lip. He placed his phone face-down, deciding to reply tomorrow.

Purely sentimental, it’s the last pair of cufflinks he’d received from his parents. They are a pair of silver, summation signs that came with a matching chain. His parents aren’t open-minded nor are they particularly happy about his continuation into law school. Since moving to McGraw Bryne, they haven’t really spoken to him besides the occasional text every other blue moon.

But those cufflinks remind him of when he graduated with his degree. His parents had planned a surprise for him. That weekend, they’d thrown a surprise party for him. It was loud, noisy, packed and Fiona can’t remember ever feeling as loved as he felt that day.

Now, his cufflinks feel more bittersweet than warm, but he can’t bring himself to get rid of them.

#choices #oc/mc #the elementalists #laws of attraction #asks answered

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tridentgumfreshy · 2 years

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𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. Gojo x fem reader (modern au) Part 1

You and Gojo had been dating for over 2 years now, and it hasn't been easy. Loving the Gojo Satoru is probably the hardest of things you've ever done. So when he finally crosses the line with you, more than just your usual arguements with him happen. (naturally)

It was the third time this week. Third. Your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, who also attends the same college as you, is an absolute rich boy. Mind, soul, and body. Fucking rich mentality. He has power too. So when he cuts classes, nobody bats an eye. Nobody but you. This is the third time this week he's cut classes to go party out of town-and it's only Thursday. Mentally facepalming yourself as class finishes, you pick up your bags and head put of the classroom, only to be met by the taller male, who finally returned from his little venture after class.

"Miss me?" He teases, poking your cheek.

"Not in the slightest," You say, deadpanning.

"Listen to me. We have a joint project that we need to finish so come over to my apartment on Saturday. If you have any plans you better cancel them because you if you flunk this, your chances of passing college will be a flat 0," You slowly speak, hoping he would understand the importance of this assignment.

"Thumbs up," He says.

Your face softens a little as you give him a quick peck. "I'm going home now. You might wanna talk to the professor to see if he can give you a short overview on the topic we just had."

"Why should I? I have you, yanno." Gojo says, while giving a cheeky grin.

Normally, whenever Gojo would cut classes, it was basically your responsibility to write notes on the subejct for him and give it to him. You were quite tired of writing double notes for both him and you, but he was your boyfriend, so you sucked it up and did it.

You sighed.

You sighed again.

You sighed, even louder.

"Geez, I'll make it up to you okay? Make sure to check your mail on Saturday~" He sings.

"But-" You try to speak, but he puts a finger over your lips and hushes you.

"Don't worry, it'll be so expensive it'll make your heart stop."

"But that's not what I want," You want to say. Instead, you force out a mere "Thanks, Satoru," and head out of the building before hearing what he has to say.

Saturday comes rolling around. You start setting up the materials needed for yours and Gojos project, and then drop him a quick text.

y/n

Don't forget our plans for today :)

No response. Not like you expected one. You waited a few minutes more, staring intently at you screen, which was showing previous text messages between you and Satoru. They were mostly just you texting him and him not responding. On rare occasions he would reply with emojis or short phrases, or just plain memes. From that moment on, you started to question if he actually put any effort into your relationship with him---if he really cared at all. You tried pushing those doubts and thoughts out of your mind, but to no avail. Wanting to do something to get your mind of the negative thoughts that were swarming inside of your head, you decided to get an early start on your project.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Hours passed. You had been waiting for him since 9am. It was now 4:30pm. During that time, you finished your project, and sort of finished Satoru's project for him, in hopes he would burst through the door and explain why he was so late. You were hoping that after you finished the project you would have a nice house date with him, nothing to dramatic. It had been a while since you hung out with him, and you kind of wanted to spend more time with him. You prepared all kinds of foods and drinks.

Your hopes were crushed 15 minutes later, when your phone rang. Hoping it was Satoru, you rushed to pick it up, only for the caller to be Kugisaki Nobara. She was your close friend, and you were able to talk to her about anything. Boy problems? yup. Your family? Yup. You name it.

"Hey, Nobara~" You spoke lazily.

"Y/n," Nobara said, in a sort of serious way.

"What's up? You sound sorta..serious. Did something happen with you? You can tell me, but I probably won't be able to hear the whole thing because Satoru's on his way-" You start, but get cut off by Nobara's sprt of panicking yet serious voice.

"When was the last time you checked your boyfriends social media?"

"Uh...Like last week? Why?"

"I really. don't want to be the one to show you this, so just check his Instagram recents," She says firmly.

"Sure."

You cut off and open Instagram. What could be so bad about Satoru's Instagram? As soon as you open it, it's smack dab in your face. What Nobara was talking about. It was a picture. Just a picture. But it was a picture that really set things straight in your head, mind, everything. It made you wake up. It was a picture of a certain girl who you not so familiar with, except for knowing that she was his party buddy everywhere he went. Satoru reassured you that she was a drinking buddy and nothing else. You thought you could believe him, but the picture said otherwise. In the picture, the girl was giving a kiss to a lightly flushed Gojo, who seemed to enjoy it. It seemed like they were at a party, but you really couldn't care less. The caption titled, "w my bae <8" That alone was enough to get your blood boiling. You immediately took a screenshot and sent it to your boyfriend, not saying anything else. Hot, fat tears streamed down your face as you stared at the picture a little longer. He never looked at you that way, you thought. He never even cared. These thoughts continued to spiral through your mind until you regained the strength to stand up and check your mail. He had promised to give you a gift. You took out the package and touched it gingerly. You opened it, only to see a ring imbedded with rose quartz and a little note that read: "Thanks." He purposely left the price tag on which let you knew that the ring costed 400,000 yen. You didn't know what kind of face you were making at this point.

You put everything back in the package, and dumped it back in your pile of endless mail, most of it from your parents and friends overseas.

You walked back into your apartment. You couldn't feel anything. Your arms and fingers were numb. Your heart was hurting. No matter how many things he bought you, he never truly loved you. It was just you who foolishly loved him. Regret filled your stomach. Those two years were just a waste of your time. You lied there for a few minutes before finally coming to your senses.

Finally, the door creaked open cautiously and Gojo entered the apartment. He didn't say a word. Neither did you. You just stared at him with pure hate. Hate for all the money he spent on you which all amounted to nothing, Hate for the fact that you were so naiive to believe that someone like him would love you, Hate at yourself for spending so much time for no reason at all. Hate for him, Gojo Satoru.

Gojo silently sat down on the chair and started speaking.

"Listen, I-" Gojo starts.

"I really don't want to hear it. I dont want to hear your stupid pathetic excuses as to why you cozied up with some girl at a party. We had plans today. I don't think you know, but it gets tiring taking care of someone like you. I do all your shit for you, yet I never get anything in return." You say.

"I may be in the wrong but you're wrong about the fact that I don't give you anything. I spend tons of money on you all the time. I buy loads of things for you, and you're saying you don't get anything in return?" Gojo says, while looking intently at you.

He really doesn't get it.

At that moment, you lost it. completely. You took all of your emotions, everything you were feeling, and threw it at him.

"How have you never realized?! I never wanted all of those material things, Satoru. I wanted your love, you affection, your care. I never got any of that. Yet you can cancel plans on me and go kiss another girl and have the audacity to post it on your Instagram. What did I do to you that made you do this? I-I Just don't understand. I hate myself for loving you. I hate you. I wasted 2 years of my life giving you my all. giving this relationship my all. All you ever did was go and party, and then try to make it up to me by buying me things. I fucking hate it. I fucking hate you. I hate you so much. So much. I loved you. I loved you so much that I couldn't even put it into words. But you never felt the same. Why did you even date me in the first place? I'm tired of carrying your shit on my back when you don't seem to care yourself. Get. Out." You spat.

He had never seen you this angry. He didn't realize how much he was hurting you. Why had he been so dumb? He glanced at the counter, where foods covered in plastic wrap sat. Were those supposed to be for him? It had to be. He felt horrible. Why did he let that girl kiss him, thinking it would be alright? Why did he make such horrible choices? What was going through his head? He thought that if he bought you things, it would make up for the time he spent away from you. Now did he only realize how wrong he was. All of your emotions filled up to the brim, and you finally let it out.

Without another word, He left the apartment.

You were now alone. Curling up into a little ball, you lied there. Soon, the apartment was filled with stifled sobs and the feeling of winter coming.

#jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo angst #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #oneshot #angst #gojou satoru x y/n #jjk satoru

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drachenlegend · 2 years

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Sirin x Reader - First Date

Source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/77851087

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Part One

Following your dance with Sirin in space, you and her exchanged phone numbers to stay in contact. The Herrscher of the Void ignored her parents and younger sister when they asked her where she disappeared to when you two returned. Meanwhile, Dr. Tesla gave you an earful when you came back and her fiery temper was stoked further when you said, “Red and Brown doesn’t make (Hair/Color),” prompting her to chase after you.

Several weeks have passed and you two continued on with your lives with Sirin pretending that nothing happened that night to avoid suspicion from her parents. But, when night fell, Sirin would stay up all night texting to you about her day, smiling whenever you responded within a few seconds and giggling to herself when you made another one of your lame jokes that she found charming. Unfortunately, there were still some days when you would be unavailable for a variety of reasons such as training with dear ol’ pops and Einstein to harness the full potential of the Herrscher of Reason core and poking fun at Tesla whenever one of her inventions failed...which was a lot and VERY important.

Sirin didn’t like being alone during the weekdays since her parents were working and Kiana was at school and would spend all day staring at her phone with a small pout, waiting for you to reply.

It was a Thursday night when Sirin asked you if you wanted to hang out tomorrow. She was lazing about in her room - an exact replica of the one she had fallen asleep in while inside Fenghuang Down’s world. Immediately, Sirin’s eyes widened when she realized the implication of the text message. She was about to delete the message but you had already responded with a “Sure! Just tell me what time, I’ll plan it out.” The Queen of the Void that brought this world to its knees was now struggling to contain the crimson blush heating up her entire face and the shaking in her fingers as she hastily typed a response and shrieked into her pillow.

The next morning, Sirin was the first one up since she couldn’t get a wink of sleep last night with her mind racing a thousand miles per second as she imagined what you had planned for this day. Her daily routine was done with ten times the precision and care - something that Cecilia noticed.

“Sirin honey? Do you have plans for today?” Cecilia asked, leaning against the doorway of the bathroom, watching her eldest daughter comb her hair in front of the mirror --- a rare sight in itself along with the fact that Sirin was the first person awake --- before the purple-haired girl froze at the question.

“N-Nyet!” She was a bad liar, a statement that Cecilia agreed with but decided to not voice out loud.

“I see... Well, if you need advice, then know that mama is here for you.” Cecilia smiled and hugged her daughter from behind before leaving to wake up her husband and youngest daughter. Sirin could still feel her motherly warmth on her back and continued on with her daily preparations with a smile on her face.

===

As for you, you were having a slight wardrobe crisis and thought every piece of clothing you had wasn’t good enough for the date. It didn’t help that the souls in the HoR core were just as clueless as you were and offered unhelpful advice.

“Suits are classy for a wedding!”

“It’s a date...”

“Then, perhaps a short-sleeved shirt and shorts?”

“It’s supposed to be cold today...”

“Just go with your heart, (Your/Name).”

“God, please give me a sign...” You prayed and, luckily for you, help arrived in the form of an arm reaching over your shoulder and grabbing the hanger for one of your favorite jackets and various other articles of clothing that looked good on you.

Looking over your shoulder, you found yourself inches away from the pink bubble blown by Einstein that had somehow entered your room without you knowing as you were too distracted by what today held.

“Thanks, Eins. I owe you one.” The scientist gave you a small nod before heading back into the main room so you could change in peace. A few minutes later, you walked out, ready for your date with Sirin but was stopped by Einstein.

“What’s wrong-”

She placed a finger on your lips before motioning for you to shush. Outside your room, you two could hear the sound of Tesla calling your name, perhaps asking for your aid in another one of her inventions. Silently, Einstein pointed towards the window and you took the hint, flying away and giving her a small wave to which she returned the gesture with her usual blank expression.

“Thanks, Eins! I owe you two now!” You shout before flying off to where you and Sirin had arranged to meet up before you got an idea for a gift.

===

It was 11 AM when you landed outside of where you and Sirin agreed to meet up and found her waiting for you with her arms crossed and a stern expression.

“You’re late by...” Sirin looked at her wristwatch. “...30 mins.”

“It’s better late than never, right?” You give her a small wink and made her roll her eyes. You promise to make it up to her, among other promises, and that seems to please her.

“Hmph! I guess I can let it slide this time...”

“Thank you~!” You happily sung before grabbing Sirin’s hand and gently dragging her along to the entrance.

“I’ve always wanted to go to one...” She muttered as she gazed at the meeting place: a brightly-colored amusement with a variety of rides for people of all ages. “I promised Bella, Avrora, Galina, and Agata that we would all be able to ride all the rides we wanted when we escaped... I’m the only one who can now...”

You gently pull her in for a hug as you remembered reading the documents of what became of the ‘Seraphim Princes.’

Bella... Missing in action...

Avrora... Destroyed by the Abyss Flower...

Galina... Currently in possession of Otto Apocalypse...

Agata... Mentally dead from Fenghuang Down...

Your attempts of comforting her had little effectiveness. With no other option, you pull out the gift you had put together for this moment: a bouquet of flowers native to Siberia.

“These are...” Sirin’s eyes widened when she recognized the flowers, remembering the fields of flowers she and her mother used to live near that contained flowers like the ones presented to her.

“S-Sirin?” You panicked when you saw the tears in her yellow-colored eyes and handed her your handkerchief. “Do you not like it? I-I can trade it for another bouquet-”

“N-Nyet...” She shook her head, wiping her eyes with the handkerchief. “I just remembered something pleasant...” Sirin remembered her mother, her friends, the memories she made with them and how she had no one to share these memories with. However, at that same moment, she also remembered Cecilia and Kiana - her new family, and was reminded that she was living a new life now and couldn’t afford to be held back by the past... Oh, Siegfried and Theresa too, she thought. She still hadn’t gotten over the whole MANTIS transformation and Oath of Judah - Zeroth Power incidence just yet.

“If it’s too much for you, I can take you back home-”

“It’s fine... I’ll be fine...” Sirin wiped away the last of her tears and smiled at you, gently pushing it through a portal. “I lost my mom and friends, but I should be grateful that I was able to get a second chance at life after falling into despair. And... I should be grateful that you’re here with me...” She whispered, her voice quieter than a pin hitting the floor yet you heard every word - down to the slight stutter in her voice.

“O-Oh... Is that so?” You and her awkwardly look away from one another until you took the lead, clearing your throat. “You know, I was thinking of buying you some ice cream to cheer you up if I had to, but I don’t think that’s necessary now.” You said off-handedly and turned your head in the other direction to hide the smile on your face.

“!” Even without looking, you could tell that Sirin’s face lit up and her eyes widened at the thought of enjoying the frozen delicacy. However, she quickly realized that you were teasing her and were even enjoying her ‘pain.’ Sirin’s pride stopped her from asking you to help some until she thought back to the last time she ate ice cream, back in the Fenghuang Down created world.

Pouting adorably, she grabbed your arm and tugged it repeatedly without daring to look at the large grin on your face.

“C’mon, shouldn’t you say something? Maybe, something that begins with a ‘p?’”

“I’ll end you!”

“Meh.” You shrugged. “Good enough.”

After some searching around, you two managed to find the ice cream parlor and ordered a single cone with two scoops of chocolate ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and two scoops of [Preferred Ice Cream Flavor].

It was a lovely sight to see Sirin tasting ice cream made in the real world instead of an illusory one. You enjoyed the way her yellow eyes lit up and the cute way she stared at the ice cream cone with satisfaction.

“Ish good!”

“Well, obviously! It wouldn’t this popular if it didn’t taste good.” You replied, which earned you a crumpled up napkin being thrown at your face. “Hey!“

“Not so sassy now, are you?”

After that, the two of you went to check out the rides and had a blast together. Sirin was every moment spent with you made her forget about her past and focus on the now.

You and her rode the roller-coasters that normal people would have screamed their heads off at, but the two of you simply laughed together, just glad to be able experience the sensation of the air rushing past you two without having to exert your Herrscher’s powers.

(Maybe not so) Surprisingly, she had trouble during the haunted attractions and you had to tightly hold her hand while trying not to laugh at how cheesy the ride was. If you managed to hide your amusement, you had the luxury of holding her and reassuring her that the ride was over. If not, then she would be “all-pouty” and stomp away towards the exit, ignoring your pleas for her to come back and pushing away all apologies.

Despite the last part, Sirin was genuinely having a good time with you and, during a small lunch break, she murmured a soft, “Thanks...” before nibbling on the sandwich she had bought her.

“Huh? I can’t hear you. What did you say?” You say and lean over, having chosen to sit by her side.

Sirin pouted since she could read your intentions clear as day. You knew what she said and decided to tease her about it!

“You’re taking your queen’s generosity for granted!” Sirin shouted and pointed a hand at you, spouting more of her frustrations at you as everyone in the restaurant could hear her.

With a smile, you grab the hand that she used to point at you and kissed the back of it and winked at her.

“Love you too, your highness. But, let’s just finish our food first and continue on our date for now, okay?”

“WH-WHAT!?”

Sirin was left flustered by your words and forwardness.

So confused in fact that her brain was left frazzled by your gestures and all she could do was stare at the hand that you kissed, and didn’t react to her surroundings --- even when you took her to the more intense haunted attractions and the roller-coaster rides that almost reached the clouds.

You were beginning to wonder if you took your teasing too far and mentally scolded yourself, worrying that Sirin might never speak with you again.

“Sirin? Should I take you home?” You asked Sirin.

The pale moon watched you two closely and cast its equally pale light down upon you and the lake in the background. The park had closed long ago but Sirin hadn’t noticed until you called out to her.

“H-Huh? Why?” Sirin looked around and was surprised to see that she wasn’t in the amusement park anymore.

“I mean... You don’t look like you’re enjoying this anymore and...” You trail off towards the end.

“No, it’s just...” Sirin looked down at the road, her hands balled into fists.

“You can tell me anything, Sirin.” You walk forward and gently grab her hands, lightly squeezing them as she looked up at you.

“Am I allowed to love, (Your/Name)? Someone as horrible as me who’ve separated families and killed millions of innocents?” She asked, her voice cracking and tears welling up in her amber-colored eyes that shone under the moonlight. “Is a sinner like me allowed to love a person as pure as you? A person free from the burden of committing the ultimate sin of taking a life?”

“Sirin...” You move forward to embrace but Sirin backed up and shook her head.

“You can do better than me, (Your/Name). One day, humanity may turn their back to me because of my past sins and I’ll be alone again. I’m scared of that, yes, but I’m even more scared of getting you hurt.” Sirin looked back up at you, staring deep into your eyes. “I can deal with the pain of being betrayed, but I can’t forgive myself if something bad were to ever happen to you... I think we shouldn’t see each other again.” Sirin turned away and began to run away, wiping her tears away before you finally said something.

“... So, that’s it? You’re not even going to hear my response?”

Sirin looked back, expecting to see tears and a heartbroken look in your eyes or, even more heartbreakingly, an angry scowl on your face as you cursed her entire existence. Instead, she saw you standing there with a sad smile on your lips as you slowly approached her and she remained in place, wanting to hear what your answer was.

“You think that I don’t feel the same way? You don’t think that maybe I also want to protect you and can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt when I’m not there? You don’t think that maybe I also have feelings for you...?”

Sirin’s eyes widened and she avoided your gaze.

“You’ll be a sinner as well...” She muttered.

“If loving you is a sin, then I’ll make sure to be the worst sinner in this era’s history.” You kneeled down in front of Sirin, gently grabbing her left hand before kissing the back of it. “I choose to stand by your side, Sirin, if humanity dares to wrong you again by tearing your family away from you once more.”

“(Your/Name)...” Sirin whispered before collapsing to her knees and burying her face in your chest while you embraced her. She sobbed loudly, but that was muffled by your shirt, and whispered, “Thank you.” over and over again.

“Of course, my queen. I’ll be here for you, no matter what for that is what a loyal knight is destined for.” You whispered back as you summoned your mechanical wyrm and silently told it to take you to Sirin’s house.

On the way there, Sirin had finally calmed herself down but kept her head on your chest as you held her close. The two of you enjoyed the warmth of the other and the quietness of the night.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” You said and Sirin looked up to see that the clouds had dispersed and allowed you to see the blanket of stars covering the sky.

“...” Sirin admitted that they were beautiful but her eyes drifted off towards you ---- the star that had wandered into her life without any warning and brightened her darkest days. She smiled and closed her eyes, nodding.

“They are.”

Your ride stopped above the house and didn’t go any lower, fearing that it may damage its master’s significant other’s home. You lift Sirin in your arms and floated down, landing gently on the spot just shy of the front stairs.

“(Your/Name).” Sirin called out to you. “Those words earlier... You don’t know how much I needed to hear them...”

“Of course, Sirin.” You and Sirin give each other one last hug for the night, extending it to a few minutes to make it more meaningful. You two parted and you smiled before saying, “You’ll pick out the location for our next date?”

“Yeah!” Sirin shouted and returned the smile.

However, soon, you two realized the situation you were in: alone and in front of her house, dropping her off. It was exactly like one of those cheesy romantic movies that you had found in Tesla’s room and used to make fun of her. Suddenly, you weren’t laughing now.

“Umm...”

“Ahem...” You cleared your throat while Sirin was shifting anxiously, waiting for you to make the first move. And, that you did. Or, rather, tried.

You had leaned closer to Sirin’s face while she did the same, closing her eyes and allowing the crimson blush she was holding back to surface. You two were only centimeters when the front door opened. You and Sirin looked in that direction in shock.

“Baby Doll! You came back-” Siegfried noticed you and looked back and forth. Then, a dark shadow covered the top half of his face as he cracked his knuckles. “You wanna tell me who the hell you are and what you were trying to do with my daughter?”

It seemed as though Siegfried had no idea who you were and Sirin was worried about what was going to happen now, but you were already a few steps ahead of everyone.

Leaning forward, you kissed Sirin on the forehead and bolted across the front lawn, waving back at her and making a phone gesture with your left hand, bringing it up to your ear.

“Call me later!”

“GET BACK THE HELL BACK HERE!!! HOW DARE YOU KISS MY BABY DOLL!!! RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME TOO!!!” Siegfried chased after you, pulling out his pistols and shooting bullets at you.

Sirin could only sigh when she heard the sound of pistol fire getting farther and farther away until she couldn’t hear the loud bangs. Soon, she touched her forehead with a warm smile on her lips and an even warmer gleam in her eyes.

She walked inside of her house and took out the bouquet of flowers you had gifted her, placing it on the table.

“Oh? Looks like someone’s happy.” Cecilia smiled at Sirin at the table and helping Kiana with her homework.

“Huh? Did Big Sis go on a date today?”

“O-Of course not!“

Sirin flinched and tried to cover her face, but the answer was written all over her flushed face and she knew it. Without allowing them to say another word, Sirin bolted for her room and locked it behind her while Cecilia giggled and Kiana was merely confused.

“Momma? What’s wrong with Big Sis?“

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll understand one day.” Cecilia giggled, already knowing that her eldest daughter would be busy trying to stop the steam coming out of her head to eat dinner and focused all of her attention on her youngest one’s schoolwork. “(I’m glad that you found someone, Sirin...)”

#honkai #honkai impact #honkai 3rd #honkai impact 3rd #honkai x reader #honkai impact x reader #honkai impact 3rd x reader #sirin #sirin honkai #honkai sirin #sirin x reader

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We Were Always Going to End Up Together - Ch 3

Suptober 22, Day 3: Digital

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/106197975

He didn’t call Dean that night. Nor did he text. Dean tried not to think about it when he silenced his phone to go to sleep. He tried not to be disappointed when there were no missed calls or texts the next morning when he woke up either. Still, it didn’t ruin his day. And upside, he got to tell Charlie she was wrong about how the whole thing was going to go down when he went over to her place for pizza on Sunday. It would have been nice though.

Monday brought his daily routine back and it didn’t take much for the thrill of possibility every time he got a text notification to fade. Zoom meetings bled into emails which bled into the everything he had to get done. Working remotely at least meant he could spin in his chair when he needed a little break. And it meant he could pad around in his socks and comfy pants without anyone raising an eyebrow. There were perks to the digital age.

On the slow afternoon of Thursday, Dean was pleased to hear the ding of a text. Anything to break the way the day had stretched like taffy. If his boss didn’t think it was fun to make surprise calls after 4 to try to catch them not working, Dean would have tapped out an hour ago.

Two messages had come in. An embarrassment of riches. The first was from Charlie trying to wheedle Dean into attending another haunted thing, this time a haunted house. He closed the thread without responding. She knew as well as Dean that he didn’t exactly have a bustling social life. But if he begged off, he’d have to hear about how he was becoming as much of a Halloween Grinch as Sam. Was there a Halloween equivalent? Most of the Halloween movies weren’t really specifically about the holiday as they were just slasher flicks. He’d have to think about that… The second one though, that was from an unknown number, and bonus, it didn’t include a link, so maybe it was even from a real human being. All it said was ‘Hello, Dean.” complete with punctuation which Dean was going to roll his eyes at until he realized that this might be from Castiel. His face softened into a small smile as he texted back “Cas?”.

The response of a smiley face emoji was almost immediate and Dean’s own smile widened. Before Dean could think of what to send in response, another text came through “Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?”

Dean’s smile turned into a full face grin as he texted a thumbs up. They quickly decided to meet at 6 at the Roadhouse and Dean was over the moon. He didn’t know a damn thing about Castiel other than he worked at the haunted maze and was gorgeous, and apparently liked dinner on the early side, which was fine with Dean. It had been a bit too long since he was excited about the prospect of going out with anyone.

Too wired to text Charlie, he called and launched into the conversation with “Guess what?” as a greeting.

“You won powerball and we can both quit our drudgery?”

“Nope, even better!”

“Ooh he called you didn’t he.”

“He texted,” corrected Dean primly.

“Well, better than nothing.”

“People don’t really call each other anymore.”

“Says the guy on the phone.”

“I can hang up?”

“Don’t you dare! What did he say?”

“I will have to decline your invitation for the haunted house tomorrow, because I have a date at the Roadhouse.”

“Wow. That’s great.”

“You don’t sound like that’s great.”

“I mean, did you get to know each other at all…”

“Isn’t that what the date’s for?”

“It’s just that you tend to be a little…”

“What?”

“Impulsive.”

“You’re saying that meeting him in a public place, where I know the owner is more impulsive than using some dating app? At least I know he’s a real person.”

“You’ve just had some… challenges in your dating life…”

“Why are you trying to make me feel bad about this?”

There was silence on the other end of the phone at first. Dean almost checked to see if the call had dropped when he heard Charlie sigh. “I’m sorry. It’s just that the last few have been a little scary.”

“Yeah I know.”

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“It’s just dinner Charlie. We’re meeting there and if it will make you feel better, you and I can set up a time I have to text you by to make sure I’m really okay.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, promise. But you gotta let me be excited.”

“He was pretty dreamy.”

“Damn straight he was.”

“Hopefully not, for your sake.”

Dean burst into laughter, the awkward part of the conversation almost forgotten. He knew Charlie was just looking out for him, but he didn’t want to get bogged down in his past right now. He was going to go out with a cute boy tomorrow night, and that sounded pretty damn good.

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wrienne · 1 year

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My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 20: First Breakthrough

You weren’t foolish enough to fall for it immediately. He might have just - now that he had amnesia - decided to change status message to nothing. Fortunately, KakaoTalk saved every edit to one’s profile.

You quickly checked the history of Jungkook’s profile, but found no revisions of the description box as of recent. Frowning, you went through the rest of his history. Other than an occasional semi-serious selfie, you found that a majority of his gallery consisted of pictures of different environments. Streets, cathedrals, landscapes. He had quite the eye for photography, actually.

But there had been no post-amnesic edits to his status message. And there wasn’t the slightest hint of him being in a romantic relationship. Ever.

Though you didn’t exactly take relationship statuses on social media for that big of a reference for whether a couple was happy or not - together or not - you found it odd. Jungkook didn’t--no, hadn’t seemed like the type to boast about any romantic endeavors, but Park Yi-Jae definitely struck you as that type. She wouldn’t have stood by, simply content with Jungkook not returning the gesture of airing his unavailability. She was clearly the jealous kind, hence her outrageous behavior toward you that evening by the hospital.

Oh yeah. You had almost forgotten that threat of hers.

“Woah, (Y/N). Your face is really scary right now.”

Se-Eun had since long mastered the technique of whispering softly enough that the sound of pens and paper drowned out her voice. You hadn’t learnt to mimic that, however - perhaps because of your mom - your ears had adjusted somehow so that you could hear her exceptionally well.

She glanced down at your phone, which you had kept underneath the cover of the foldable desk fastened to the back of each seat in the auditorium. “Who is it?”

You locked the phone and shook your head. “Nobody,” you mouthed truthfully.

“‘Nobody’ is making you angry?”

You smiled and nodded.

Se-Eun sighed. “You know what I meant. Whatever,” she whispered when you wouldn’t respond. “I just don’t like it when you keep secrets from me.”

You gave her a quizzical look.

“There are only two logical reasons why you would.” Se-Eun held up two fingers. “You’re either terminal and don’t want me to worry about you, which is stupid when you think about it since, if you’re dying, I’ll be just as hurt whether I know it before of after the funeral.” She folded one finger, then hesitated.

You raised your eyebrows. “And?” you mouthed.

Se-Eun averted her gaze. “You’re dealing with something so troublesome not even you can fully comprehend it. And you won’t discuss it with anyone because you have some serious superhero complex.”

You snorted, even as the truth behind her words unsettled you. “That’s not a real thing.”

“Quiet down up there.”

You swallowed hard and stiffly shifted your focus forward. Professor Hwang was gave you a stern look, which hardened into ice as he found Se-Eun. “This isn’t a coffee house. Take it outside, if you must. And feel free not to return.”

You gulped. “Sorry, professor.”

Se-Eun meekly repeated the words.

She didn’t bring it up for the rest of the day, but instead tormented you with requests to see Jungkook as per usual. By the time Jong-Yeol came to pick you up and you shut the car door behind you, it felt as if though you had stepped into an isolation cell. And you loved it.

But you really needed to find a way to tell Se-Eun about Jungkook. Or at least figure out a better lie.

The drive home was unusually long that Thursday afternoon, and you had almost fallen asleep by the time Jong-Yeol dropped you off at home. You were stifling a yawn as you unlocked and opened the front door to your parents’ apartment.

“Ayo ladies and gentlemen...”

Loud music suddenly bursted into the elevator foyer, almost knocking you over. It was vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t tell if it was because you had unwittingly listened to it while in shops or on the street or because you had actually taken the time to consciously listen to it, privately.

“Jungkook?” you yelled as you hurried inside, unzipped your boots and shrugged of your jacket. “What the heck are you doing?”

No reply. Only music.

You stormed down the hallway, heading straight toward the living room where all the noise originated. Your father had installed surround speakers into the walls in addition to a projector that could come out of the ceiling should you want to watch a movie at home, and had even taken the care to make the apartment as noise-isolating as possible. You guessed Jungkook had gotten access to the stereo system and was blasting random songs after his liking. You were just about to shout at him again when you reached the living room.

And you just stopped.

On the large widescreen of the smart-TV, Taehyung sat in a moving elevator while singing into an old telephone. It was evidently a music video, judging by the production value, and a certain twenty-year-old guy soon caught your eye. He entered the frame with a confident smirk on his face and beckoned the camera to follow him to a scene where all seven members of BTS started to dance in rhythm with the quick beat. Jungkook looked really good in his fitted police uniform and purplish hair, and moved almost in perfect synchronization with his group members, which created an impressive performance considering how fast they all moved.

However, it was the person standing in front of the TV that truly drew your attention.

He had pushed aside the coffee table, thus opening up the whole area between the smart-TV and the sofa situated opposite to it. The present Jungkook was dancing, too - or rather, he tried to. Although he had the same face and body as the young police officer on the screen, the two versions of Jungkook couldn’t have looked more different.

One could dance, the other could not.

Although logic told you Jungkook’s current inability to keep up with the song was simply another effect of his amnesia, and that he now had to imitate what he saw instead of having memorized the dance moves beforehand, you felt a bit heartbroken. Even more so as you watched him stiffly, awkwardly try to dance until the end of the song, at which point he let out a heavy sigh and sank down on one of the sofas.

“How bad was it?” asked Jungkook without looking at you. He simply stared at the replay button that had popped up on screen, his features a stony guise.

“From one to ten?” you asked teasingly, hoping you could provoke him.

“Sure.”

He hadn’t even twitched an eyebrow. You approached him and took the seat furthest away from him. “I can’t really tell,” you tried as you pulled your knees up underneath you. “I don’t know how to dance.”

“Not even a blind fool could have missed how horribly I failed,” muttered Jungkook as he pinched the neckline of his shirt and surreptitiously pulled and released it, making the motion of cooling himself down. “Just say it.”

“You’re not bad at all,” you said firmly. “Amnesia didn’t destroy any of your motoric skills - you just don’t remember any of the steps. That’s all there is to it.”

“Really?” he asked dubiously.

“Of course.” You snatched the remote control off the coffee table and pressed the replay button on screen. Jungkook and you watched as first Kim Namjoon’s face entered the screen, then Jungkook’s, a cocky smile on his lips. You paused when all seven of them were gathered and aimed the remote at his face. “That’s still you, Jungkook. You just need to remember it.”

He didn’t reply. He was fully focused on the screen.

“What did you find on your computer?” you tried instead.

Jungkook’s eyes found yours. “I didn’t have time to check it,” he admitted. “I was busy looking through my phone and… doing whatever I was doing just now.” He snorted. “KakaoTalk was... interesting, to say the least.”

“Oh,” you said eloquently. “So you must have read through all the messages?”

“No. I couldn’t bring myself to.”

You frowned. “Why not?”

“It felt wrong,” he said quietly, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Like I was snooping around someone’s personal business.”

“But--” you started.

“I know,” he interrupted. “I shouldn’t feel bad since all of it is my personal business.” He abruptly turned his whole body toward you, placed an elbow on the back of the sofa and leaned his cheek against his knuckles. He kept his broken arm in his lap. “But that girl… Park Yi-Jae. I couldn’t read any of it. I couldn’t even click on the chat room.”

You gulped, then averted your gaze. You should have gotten used to that tearing pain in your heart by now, but it still hurt more than anything as you formulated your next sentence. “But you love her, Jungkook,” you somehow managed.

“So you keep telling me.” Jungkook exhaled. “Is she that Park Yi-Jae? The idol? I think I saw her on a variety show re-run this morning with her group members.”

“Yes,” you told him. You were forced to hide your fists underneath a cushion, which you placed on top of your lap. “The two of you kept your relationship hidden from the public. Only those working close to you knew that you were together, and perhaps your parents.”

“If that’s the case,” he began, “how come you found out about it?”

“I saw the two of you backstage after your concert,” you blurted and willed the corners of your mouth to curve upwards. “It was clear to anyone that you were deeply in love.”

“She seemed very sweet on the show,” said Jungkook with a thoughtful nod. “And she could really sing.”

“ESSTAR are predicted to become the biggest girl group of this year,” you said stiffly. “They’re all really talented, it seems, and she’s both the leader and the most popular member.”

“How old is she?”

“If I remember correctly,” you said as you tapped a finger against your chin. “I think Se-Eun told me she was born in ‘96. She’s oldest in the group.”

Jungkook raised his brows. “She looks younger than you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you claiming I look old?”

“Since I’m older than you, that would be stupid, wouldn’t it?”

“You are stupid,” you said pointedly. “But I understand what you meant.”

“What?”

“She’s really pretty - probably the prettiest girl I have ever seen.” You forced yourself to smile again. “You’re one lucky guy, aren’t you?”

Jungkook held your gaze for a moment too long before he replied. “What makes you say that?” he asked, all of a sudden, in a neutral tone.

“It’s obvious,” you said as you tried to sound nonchalant. “Your girlfriend is Park Yi-Jae, who is on a quick road to becoming the new major female K-pop star. You are a key member of the most popular Korean boy group in the world, at least as of now. What isn’t there to feel happy about?”

“My amnesia.”

“I’ve promised you several times now,” you told him sternly, “that I’m going to remedy that. You’ll remember your love for her and your hyungs in a matter of three months. I’ll fix you, Jungkook. Do I really have to keep repeating myself?”

“But…”

His voice trailed away, and he broke away from your eyes. You could see him struggling inwardly, as if there was something he wanted to tell you but couldn’t bring himself to. You waited quietly, even though you wanted to urge him on, since he might finally open up a bit about his issue with his parents.

Jungkook shook his head. “No, it was nothing.”

“Jungkook--”

He abruptly glanced over his shoulder, regarding the frozen image of the music video. “But seriously,” he interrupted. “How bad was I?”

You grimaced in disappointment, but was still a little glad that he had changed subject. You had lost almost all the feeling in your balled hands. “Well…” You cleared your throat. “If I’m a one, I’d say you’re… a three perhaps?”

“So you’re not only blind and a fool,” he began and turned back to face you, which made you open your mouth to protest, “but a kind-hearted one, too.”

You swallowed your retort and glanced at him in surprise, to which Jungkook responded with a weary smile. “So what did you bring home for dinner today, Miss Violent?” he went on as he ran his healthy hand through his hair. “I’m starving.”

“Don’t call me that,” you told him. Even though he was sitting at the other end of the sofa, you were starting to feel a bit too close to his body. He was warm, you knew it, and probably even warmer now that he technically had exercised. It was something you yearned for after the horrid weather and the rather cool air inside your parents’ apartment. “And I didn’t buy anything. I was thinking we could order some normal Korean food. What do you think?”

“Sounds good.”

With Jungkook in tow, you went to the kitchen and pulled forth a stack of catalogues and menus from a cabinet. You browsed through them until you found the usual place you ordered Korean food from, then discussed what the two of you would like to eat. After deciding, you grabbed your phone to call the place when you realized the battery had ran out. Probably because Se-Eun had ran out of battery on her iPhone and asked to use yours all day.

“Phone,” you demanded as you glanced at Jungkook’s pants.

“My eyes are up here,” he answered as he handed you his phone.

You blushed but tried not to acknowledge it. “Exhibitionist,” you muttered.

You had barely put in the code Taehyung had told you when Jungkook startled you by gasping out loud. Wide-eyed, you glanced up at him and watched as he clutched his forehead and eyes while stumbling back against the fridge, his balance as if lost somehow.

“Jungkook!”

You grabbed his bicep and tried to keep him from falling, but he was too heavy. Instead, you were dragged along as his back struck the refrigerator door, and you released him only as he slowly began sliding down toward the cold floor until he simply sat on it. You crouched by his side and - ignoring your promise - grabbed his face with both of your hands so that he would look at you, but he wouldn’t turn his neck no matter how much you strained.

“What the heck happened?” You tried to pry his fingers away from his eyes but they felt as if they had been nailed to his face. “Jungkook? Hey!”

His whole body language revealed how stiff and tense he was, and his mouth was set in a grim line. Without thinking, you straddled him and hoped that you would have a better shot at prying his hand away from his face with this new angle. You were terrified, your heart beating faster than it had done probably all of your life, as you tried to elicit a response - any type of response - from him.

“You’re tearing off your pretty face, idiot!” you barked as you considered punching him. He was surprisingly strong, seeing as he was able to keep his hand stuck to his face despite your best efforts. “If this is some kind of morbid joke that you’re playing on me, I’m seriously going to put broken glass shards into your food!”

“It’s not.”

Jungkook gradually lowered his hand. His brown, familiar large eyes were even larger than usual. His voice was merely a whisper.

“I think I just remembered something.”

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thetenantfanfic · 2 years

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27.

Leilani

I rolled my eyes at the incoming FaceTime call from Ciarra. I was not in the mood to speak to her right now. Sighing, I dug around in my ‘Coach’ shoulder bag to find my AirPods. “Waddup?” My tone held no enthusiasm as I greeted Ciarra.

I looked to my left once I noticed Christian trying to peek into my phone screen. Luckily I had my privacy screen protector on so all baby boy was seeing was black. “Who dat?” He whispered as he turned down onto our familiar street. We were on our way home from the Italian restaurant Gillian’s. We had a cute little lunch date after our couples therapy session.

Ignoring his nosy ass, I tuned into Ciarra’s words. “Leilani, I am so sorry for what happened yesterday. I swear the only reason Chanel even knows about you and the foster care system is because I told her about it when me and you first met, which was like three years ago. I didnt even tell her on any malicious shit. I was describing Sean’s little sister to her, and I told her that you and Sean were split up after your parents died. And while Sean was adopted, you were in the system. When I tell you that I told her that literally three years ago? I didnt even know that sis remembered that shit.” She pleaded her case before adjusting what I’m assuming was her iPad, on top of her growing stomach.

Before I could respond, Christian’s voice rang through my ears. I didnt even peep that we were now parked in our driveway, and he powered off the truck. “You coming in?”

“Hold on, Ci.” I held up a finger to my phone screen before turning to look at him.

“You can go in without me, babe. I’m talking to Ciarra right now.” He nodded with understanding before reaching into the back seat and grabbing my ‘to go’ plate from the restaurant. I gave him a quick peck to the cheek before returning to the FaceTime call.

“Waddup, Ci!” He yelled before slamming the truck door. “Tell big bro I said waddup.” I chuckled at how much of a nigga she sounded like.

“But for real, Lei, I would never tell my sister shit about you. Especially since I know y’all don’t fuck with each other. But like I said, it was deadass three years ago when I told her that. She petty as shit for mentioning it last night, and making it seem like I’m just out here spilling your business. Shit wack.”

I just stared at her as I allowed her words to sink into my brain. Ci ain’t ever been on any disloyal shit since I’ve known her. I decided to go with my gut and take her words for their value. “I trust you Ci, and I accept your apology. Just so there’s no confusion, please don’t tell your sister shit about me moving forward. She got an ass beating coming from me, and that’s just me being real.” I shrugged as I awaited her response.

She only sent me a small smirk. “Throw in a punch for me.” I literally laughed out loud before telling her that I would text her later.

——————————

It was only me lounging in the house on this Thursday evening since Christian had some emergency meeting with his staff down at ‘The Plaza’. I snickered to myself because his building was really raggedy as shit. His staff were always fucking up. My staff, on the other hand? The best of the best, and that’s because I hand picked majority of the workers there after an intensive interview process. Hospitality was nothing to play with. And my pockets was nothing to play with either. My tenants at ‘The Palace 2’ would never have anything to complain about because they would always be treated well.

I was scrolling away on my Twitter timeline carelessly when an interesting retweet caught my eye.

RT @Mijoflyguy: this bout me? :) @chanelxox: never been one to wreck a happy home but he would be happier with me, no cappp.

I made a funny looking face as I tapped on the female’s username. I smacked my lips once I seen that bitch’s profile picture. Scrolling down her timeline there were plenty of vague ass tweets about some mystery nigga. This chick was way too old to be sending subliminal messages. Just shoot yo shot, hoe.

@chanelxox: dark skin mami and light skin papi, sounds right in my head

@chanelxox: his chick needs to fall allll the way back lmao

The third latest tweet is the one that had me saying ‘what the fuck?’ out loud.

@chanelxox: that moment went you gotta hold ya bitch back from fighting me. Lmao that’s when I know I won.

That tweet was from 17 hours ago, around the time everyone was at my house for dinner. I shook my head in disbelief. Was this bitch sending off all these subliminal tweets about my nigga?

Deciding to not be ratchet, instead of @‘ing her on her own timeline and having a bunch of nosy mf’s in my business, I simply texted Ciarra and asked for her to send me Chanel’s number. She sent it with a quickness and then asked what’s up? I simply left her on ‘read’ before deciding to FaceTime the bitch.

She answered after the fourth ring, I’m guessing she was taking a minute to recall the unknown number. When she answered it looked like she was outside at a pharmacy or something. “Hello? Leilani? How you get—“

Cutting her off, I got straight to the point. “You plotting on my man? Cause I just seen some questionable ass tweets from you. And I wanna get confirmation before I really beat dat ass.”

It took her a few seconds to wipe the shocked expression from her face before she spoke. “What tweets?”

“Bitch stop playing with me. You know what tweets I’m talking bout. This the reason you got beef with me? Cause of Christian?” I shook my head once again in disbelief because shit was quickly starting to make sense. I never did shit to this bitch and she has always given me an attitude from the day we met. Whole time shawty was mad at me because she wanted my man.

I aint never been in this predicament before.

“I dont want Christian. We’re just friends…”

She sounded scary as shit right now and all that caused me to do was end the FaceTime call. I quickly FaceTime’d my honeybun and prayed he was done with his meeting and could answer the call.

“Yo! Wassup baby?” He turned down the music in his truck as he placed his vision from my face and to the road. He was driving, so I’m assuming he was on his way home from The Plaza.

“Baby, ima ask you a question and be honest with me, okay? You ever had a thing with Chanel back in high school? Even if it was a simple ass kiss… be honest.”

“What? Hell no, Lani. That girl is not my type with her stuck up ass. Who told you that shit?” He kept his eyes on the road until he came to what looked like a stop, and then looked back into the camera.

“This bitch on twitter firing off all the subliminal ass tweets about me and you! And then she gonn tweet some shit last night about you holding me back from beating her ass. And that’s how she know she’s winning. Some dumb shit like that. Then I facetimed shawty just now to ask her if she wanted my nigga, she gonn deny everything. Sounding scary as fuck.” I breathed deeply as I envisioned the thousand and one ways that I was gonna tear that bitch up.

“What the fuck is good with her? I never had shit with that girl and that’s news to me that she would be feeling me. We were never ever like that, believe me, babe. We ain’t really start speaking until some years ago when Sean started messing with Ci again.” I watched as he shook his head in disbelief. “That’s why she never liked you? Dead ass?” He shook his head again and then mumbled that he was outside the house.

I ended the call then went to open the front door for him. I smiled big when I noticed the box of navy blue roses in his possession. “Are those for me, babyyy?”

“Nope. They for my new bitch, Chanel.”

My eyes slanted at him as he hunched on the front steps laughing. I simply slammed the door in his ugly ass face before walking back over to the couch. “Don’t be slamming no doors, Lani!”

I ignored him and only went back to twitter. I felt like a whole stalker being back on Chanel’s twitter page. Knowing her ‘do it for the internet’ ass, she would tweet about me confronting her on FaceTime today. And once she made that tweet I would let her, as well as all of her followers know that I was on the way to beat that ass.

“Stop looking at me like that, Lei. You know these roses are for you. Come here.” He easily snatched my phone from my possession and slipped it into the front pocket of his slacks. He then placed the flowers onto my lap before ducking down and kissing my lips. I easily set the flowers to the side of the couch and wrapped my arms around his neck all while keeping the kiss going.

He groaned when I ran my hands down the front of his slacks, and wrapped my hand around the imprint of his dick. “You look so sexy in your boss costume, baby.”

“It ain’t no costume.” He chuckled before picking me up from the couch and carrying me in the direction of the den. “Ima fuck you on the pool table. Remember last summer?” I smirked and only nodded as I rushed to pull my tank top over my head. This should be exciting.

#fanfic #fanfiction #chris brown #breezy #stories #big sean #dearra

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