#but i can get behind naked lady coffee table
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my dad grew up poor in the hudson valley ny area (so a lot of affluent folks around) and he said what he considers 'the height of luxury' is a glass coffee table with a marble naked lady holding up the glass bc when he was nine his rich friend had a coffee table like that in his living room
#the height of luxury for me is a pink fur coat#but i can get behind naked lady coffee table#this is just an anecdotal retelling bc my dad cracks me up
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For your Valentine's ask game: #7 Jake Jensen x reader, idk why but it seems fitting 😂
Shut Up, Jensen, one of my Valentine's Fics for 2024!
Oh, this poor, poor, awkward perv. He's pervy until there's a naked lady around and then 😳 "...when I was four, I shoved pennies up my nose..." Seriously, boi, shut up!
Warnings for spice, i.e. a setup to smutty times, but mostly suggestive. MINORS DNI, just to be safe. There's plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist, but this one is not for you! WC 1042
You’ve always had a soft spot for nerds, and now, that’s translating to a damp spot on your fanciest panties you wore for this date.
Jake Jensen goofy-grinned his way through the entire evening, making you almost snort a tequila sunrise through your nose, and he never let up. The humor made you comfortable. It’s endearing to see his nervousness right on his graphic-T sleeve as opposed to being ‘manly’ and aloof.
It’s so, so refreshing to hear someone say, “I’m having a great time,” “I don’t want the night to end,” and know deep down in your bones that they mean “spending this time with you has made me happy” instead of “I’ve done enough to get laid now, right?”
Unsurprisingly, it does mean Jake’s done enough to get laid.
You give him your address so he could park his Jeep outside your building. There are parking meters, but tomorrow is Sunday when they’re free. No big deal. You left the bar (which was after the restaurant, which was after the coffee shop) a minute or two before in order to meet him at one of the open spots and walk him in. He can’t meet you at your door because there is a locked gate to your courtyard, and then a keypad for your building, and then about three corridors to navigate. It’s just easier to show him the way.
You can hear that fucking car coming a mile away.
Jake smiles and waves as he parallel parks—with extreme precision, you note—then hops out, gesturing to the meter questioningly.
“Don’t worry about it,” you shrug, jumping to the edge of the curb before he steps up so you can use the height for a kiss on his cheek.
It’s adorable how flustered he gets at just that tiny bit of affection. Though it’s dark, it’s obvious he blushes ferociously, rubbing at the back of his cropped, short hair, racing to gather his thoughts.
“Did you know there are almost three hundred ways to make change for a dollar? Two hundred ninety-three to be ex—woah—“
You grab his hand to lead him inside.
At the gate, you have to pause for the magnetic lock.
“I’m surprised those things even take change anymore,” Jake muses quietly, courteous for the neighbors’ sake, “because physical money only makes up 8% today’s currency…in the whole world.” He slides past the thick steel grating. “Thank you, digital banking.”
He follows behind you in the maze of concrete paths to the next entry.
“People leave like half a million dollars worth of loose change at airport security. That’s a little shocking,” he whispers when you motion for him to take a left, “think you’d splurge for some decent toilet paper with that kind of dough, or maybe some more cup holders in those row-seats? They could, I don’t know, offset the cost of making pennies. Shit cost two cents. Is worth one. Wild…
“Meanwhile, a dime has 118 ridges on the rim of the smallest circumference.”
Doesn’t even matter what he’s saying, the more his plump pink lips move, the more insanely turned on you get. You have to crowd him through your own doorway before you start stripping in the middle of the hall.
You peel your blouse off the instant your keys clatter onto the dinette table. You spin around to grab him by the screen-printed emblem of his t-shirt.
“There are 1.4 billion $2 bills in circulation.”
He gives a little oof sound when his back hits one of your bedroom walls, and there’s a barely audible whimper as your hands snake up under soft, well-worn fabric.
Holy shit, is this boy cut!
Your thumbs actually catch on the deep ridge of his Adonis belt. Dimes got nothing on you, Jake Jensen…
His breathing has changed significantly. “Did you know they—“ he gasps and swallows “—still make those?”
Ok, why is it hotter when he’s not even trying?
“Fun fact: if you went to Zimbabwe, guess which currency you’d…use?” The neckline of his shirt has to pop over his glasses before he fixes them. “The U.S. Dollar. Seriously! Same damn mon—EH.”
His belt buckle is tricky to navigate from this angle and in the very low light of your bedside lamp. You give up on his pants to unzip your skirt at the hip and let it fall.
Jake stands perfectly still with his hands half-raised.
“You’re…really fucking pretty—sorry—really pret—sexy, not that I—but beautiful. You’re really—”
He sucks in a breath as you step within inches of him again, reaching up to carefully pull his glasses over his ears and place them by the lamp.
“Fuck…”
Your index finger tucks into the elastic of his boxers where they peek out above the belt.
“Yeah, so I’ve been—I’m—I don’t have a—what I’m trying to say is—“ he squeezes his eyes shut and wiggles his fingers higher in the air, searching for the right thought “—the most commonly printed bill is actually the one-hundr—“
“Jake,” you interrupt, gently smoothing your hands over his thick shoulders. He is so ripped, what the hell? You guess there are nerds and then there are nerds, wow…
“Do you want to continue?”
He nods super fast, eyes growing wide in panic.
“Good.”
You smash your lips to his, hauling him down and you up by the sturdy tower of muscle he is.
“Condoms are in the drawer,” you mutter between breaths.
He lets out a high, choked whine before clamping his huge, warm hands to your waist, melting into you and your touch.
You coax the both of you toward the bed, swatting at his belt as a signal for him to help, and he does, though he’s not the greatest multitasker. He huffs and smirks, breaking the kiss so he can unlatch, unbutton, and unzip.
Then he looks up at you.
“So you like movies…?”
You cup his jaw in your hand and pinch, a gentle peck on his lips as encouragement to focus. “Less talking, more fucking, Jensen.”
He opens his mouth, clearly running through a series of replies, but thinks better of it and pushes down his pants and boxers all at once.
Lloyd Hansen and a kiss on a place of insecurity ⬅️
➡️ Steve Rogers and a kiss on a scar
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Relax, Darling: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+
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Summary: (15) Loki limbers up those long fingers for a mischievous visit. (w/c 2.5k)
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Language. Smut. Public sex. Threat of discovery. Secret relationship. Vaginal fingering. Language.
“Did you have fun last night?” you said brightly, as Wanda slammed her locker. She was off. You could cut the tension with a knife.
You were suddenly very aware that you probably still smelled of sex.
How many times had Loki made you come underneath his tongue last night? Beneath his fingers? Around his cock? You had showered this morning, but considering he had taken you in there too...
“It was fine, I guess” she replied sharply, pulling her white robe over her shoulders. You tied the sash of your own tighter as she spun towards you, arms folded. You took a deep breath, the words you had wanted to say to her so many times on the tip of your tongue.
“Wanda I have something to tell y-”
A soft knock came at the other side of the changing room door. “We’re ready for you, ladies.”
Wanda rolled her eyes, striding towards the exit. You followed her, just catching the flash of her red hair disappear behind the dividing wall of the temporary spa.
Stark had changed the open locker rooms into a massage parlour, a thank you for all the fuss of the Expo. Tall dividers on wheels separated two booths, side by side in the tiled room as relaxing music played.
You heard a creak as Wanda manoeuvred herself onto her massage table, a deep groan and mumbled words in her native tongue escaping her as she discovered the heated padding.
You sighed, climbing onto the empty table in front of you. She was probably hungover. After this you would grab a coffee and finally tell her. Just come out with it. I’m fucking Loki Laufeyson. Oh, and I’m also madly in love with him.
A moan fluttered from your lips as you melted into the most comfortable massage table in the world, warmth beneath the cushioning soaking through your sex-ached muscles. You could get used to this; you thought as you pulled the sheet around your hips.
Murmurs between Wanda and her masseur floated through the divider. The best therapists in the city, Stark had said. You felt your eyelids growing heavy, the lack of sleep catching up with you.
A finger traced your shoulder. “Madam…” the voice whispered, as you grunted in feeble acknowledgement.
“...how do you like it? Soft, or firm?”
Your eyes flew open, fixed on the floor through the headrest of the table. It couldn’t be.
Cautiously you raised your head, awkwardly looking behind you to see Loki standing dressed in a perfectly crisp white uniform, a name-badge superfluously fixed to his chest. His long hair was tied back, he meant business...whatever this was. Your eyebrows shot up in alarm, a silent what are you doing here mouthed as he smiled broadly.
“Don’t worry darling, to anyone else seeing or hearing me – I am simply ‘Augustine’, sent here to work my magic on your body.” He wriggled his fingers.
“My powers work within the tower again...” he murmured, lowering his hands to slide up your naked spine.
“What about-?” you hissed, as he pressed a finger quickly to his lips.
“To clarify, my true form and voice are concealed. You, however, are not affected by my current illusion, so I advise caution with your overtures of surprise my love.”
He smirked knowingly as you rolled your eyes. Loki would deal with the problems raised during his evaluation later. For now, as the real Augustine busied himself happily massaging a cushion in the supply closet, he intended to have some fun.
“I can assure you darling, you will have no complaints.” he purred, “now lie forward, and relax.”
You took a last look at his firm torso snugly wrapped in the masseur tunic, enjoying the flex of his taunt arm muscles exposed by the short sleeves.
The crisp material clung to his toned hips, skimming over those perfect thighs; the bulge in his trousers outlined sinfully against the unforgiving white fabric. A knowing smile was curling at the corner of his lips, dimples flashing as he waited for you to comply.
You snuggled your face back into the table opening, letting your arms hang off the side. You had learned over the months spent with Loki that sometimes, you just had to go with it. “Perfect, Madam.” Loki said soothingly, gently feeling the muscles of your back.
The sound of oil being rubbed between his hands slicked the air, the scent of lavender filling your nostrils. You groaned softly as he began to work his palms across your skin, his long fingers finding every inch of aching flesh that needed his touch. Pressure points you didn’t know existed relented under the work of his hands, soft clicks peppering the air as your body yielded to his masterful pressure.
The sides of his palms trailed a firm line up your spine, sparking every needy pocket of neglected muscle with searing pleasure. “Mmmmm…” you moaned softly through closed lips, feeling his fingers brush lovingly across the back of your exposed neck.
Loki being an expert on finding every kink and knot across your body shouldn’t have been a surprise, considering it was likely he that put them there. He caressed each inch of your skin with finesse, firmly squeezing and sliding across your limbs with his powerful grip.
His thumbs travelled down the backs of your calf, ending in a tight press at the juncture of your ankle. You groaned against the table, hearing him chuckle behind you as the soothing music played on.
After what felt like hours, Loki’s touch disappeared as his shoes came into view beneath your head. “Are you feeling suitably untangled, darling?” he leant to whisper in your ear, his warm breath skimming across your cheek.
“Mmhmm...but, I think you missed a bit��� you mumbled, wary of the voices conversing sporadically on the other side of the thin divider.
“Did I?” Loki purred coyly, massaging the back of your neck with one large hand. “Oh dear.”
His dexterous fingers slid down either side of your back, tracing the waves of your ribcage as your breaths staggered against the light touch.
“Say when…” he whispered.
You were on fire.
His fingertips grazed your lower back, teasing the sheet that covered your ass down as your breath hitched. They cupped the underside of your hipbones lightly, as you involuntarily raised your pelvis off the table below.
“When.” you gasped quietly, cursing your neediness. It wasn’t your fault your lover was the most irresistible being in all the known universe. What was a girl to do?
Loki’s low chuckle from behind made your muscles clench, the curve of your ass tightening as he gently patted the skin with a soft slap. “Relax, Madam” he said, the professional overture of his sultry voice making you scream internally.
The thought of Wanda a few meters away receiving her own treatment flashed in your mind, her masseur working his own brand of magic. You could hear him checking in with her as she grunted a semi-conscious reply, too engrossed in the bliss of the moment to form words.
Instinctually your legs widened on the bed, closing your eyes. Something about not being able to see him, not being able to move freely; made every muscle in your body fizz like hot oil.
'You, however, are not affected by my current illusion, so I advise caution with your overtures of surprise.'
You groaned inwardly, remembering his words. His teasing was voracious, his enjoyment testing the limits of your sensory capacities, endless. This was taking your necessary kink for quiet pleasures to a whole new level.
Loki’s fingers toyed between your legs, finding your ready pussy soaking with arousal. “Love…” he murmured approvingly, “did you truly miss me that much in the hours we've been apart?”
You sighed as he slipped one finger easily inside you. You knew his palm faced the ceiling by the way the base of it pressed against the curve of your upper thighs. You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting a moan as he slid another finger into your wet pussy to join the first.
“Relax, darling” he rumbled soothingly, sliding his fingers fluidly back and forth. You gasped as they slipped outside your core, deftly riding through your lips and over your swollen clit in a sizzling symphony before returning to the warm heat of your cunt.
You turned your head from the table opening, pressing your forehead against the padding to the side. Fuuuck, Loki, you wanted to cry; the strangled words flaming within your throat. That was one way for Wanda to find out.
Your desperate fingers gripped the bars beneath the folding bed as he worked you with finesse, taunting you with his own moans of arousal, concealed by his magic. “Darling you’re so wet. To think my cock was inside this precious warmth not two hours ago…”
Your grip on the bars beneath you tightened, every word from his lips only heard by your ears driving you closer to the forbidden brink.
"Do you like when I take care of you, darling? Knowing that your god is on hand to provide all the relief you require? To sate all of your needs and desires...gods you're so wet, love."
A judder from your hips pressed you back against his horizontal hand as he chuckled, feeling your walls clench. “Not so fast” he murmured, slowly curling his fingers as you groaned loudly.
“That’s a particularly sensitive knot, I see…” Loki said pointedly. You could only assume it sounded like the allusive Augustine to those in earshot.
Your toes pointed sharply as he began to massage your clit. The sticky wetness from your slick pussy clung to his wide fingertip, making every slip of his digit pure ecstasy.
Loki's free hand began to firmly rub your ass, pushing the soft flesh upward as he rocked your hips gently.
"Relax, darling...good girl, yes...mmm, let daddy tame you."
You felt another moan rising in your throat, biting down on the padding of the table in an attempt to silence it. The climax in your belly building at an alarming rate under the pulse of his finger, the dirty whispers hanging in the air, unbearable. You clenched again under the pressure as Loki’s breathy pants heightened, feeling how close you were to release.
“Let go for me, darling” he whispered, “I can feel you tightening, let go…”
At the whisper of his words, your forehead creased in desperation. A silent scream thundered through your body, escaping your lips as a low sigh against the table. Your shaking orgasm rolled, the strange angle making you brace down, trapping his fingers between your tightened legs.
Loki purred sweet praises above you, rubbing the small of your back as your thighs quivered around his wrist.
The enforced silence was a familiar friend, the resulting rush of climactic adrenaline overloading your senses as white noise flushed your brain. Your arm flapped to the side, caught by his hand before squeezing him tightly. You knew your nails would leave marks, a lingering thought as you rode bliss through its final throes.
You flipped your hair to the side as Loki lowered to your level and sucked his fingers between his lips with a wink. “The benefits of a more tailored service, darling. Wouldn’t you agree?” he murmured, watching with amusement as you smiled dreamily.
His hand squeezed your shoulder, trailing the naked skin. A flicker of concern traced his brow, like a memory of a forgotten place. A ghost.
“Darling there’s something I need to discuss with you, but not here...” he traced your jawline, his thumb brushing your lips, “however you cannot tell Wanda about us. Not yet.”
His eyes flickered up to the divider, shadows of movement from the other side indicating your best friend’s treatment was at an end.
“Promise me.” he whispered, the tone of his voice sending shivers through your naked body.
You nodded, noting the relief in his eyes with increasing wariness as he lowered his gaze with a thoughtful sigh. This wasn’t like him.
Loki leant forward, placing a lingering kiss on your lips. You grasped to pull him closer, but he stood, shaking his head. “It’s time, darling. I’ll see you this afternoon at the briefing.”
You pouted, watching him slip out the door dressed in his little white uniform; making a note to ask him to keep it on hand for another occasion.
Stretching your arms to the side, you heard a shuffle cross the floor. You propped your hands under your chin just in time to see a satisfied Wanda pop her head around the divider.
“Feeling better?” you smiled, enjoying the blissful look on her face. Her masseur slipped behind you with a curt nod. “Take your time, ladies” he said before exiting quietly, leaving the two of you alone with only the plinking rainforest sounds for company. Wanda passed you a glass of water, perching at the end of your bed.
“I’ll feel even better once you tell me exactly how long you’ve been banging Laufeyson…” she said sweetly, making you spit your water across the floor.
“I--” you stuttered, remembering Loki’s words. But it was too late, and really...whatever his concern was, it couldn’t be that bad. You sighed.
“I’m so sorry Wanda, I wanted to tell you I just…”
You trailed off, looking at her face twisted in disapproval. Her usually trusting eyes laced with suspicion before she finally slapped the table beneath her palm.
“I knew you were getting some” she muttered, “I just knew it”. She leant forward and smacked your butt, making you giggle.
“I’m still pissed at you” she said huffily, a reluctant smile playing at her lips, “but you can make it up to me by telling me everything. You can start with that ‘cookie dough’ comment last weekend which now I am gagging to know more about you absolute slut…”
You both burst out laughing, the sound ringing around the tiled room.
“How did you know?” you managed to say between breaths as she wiped a tear of mirth from her eye.
“Oh, seeing you halfway to fucking backstage last night was a pretty big clue” she shrugged, seeing your eyes widen. “Hey, I was looking for you!” she exclaimed dramatically, pre-empting your disapproval.
There was a pause. You felt like a weight had been lifted, breathing deeply as you relished the moment of clarity.
Wanda spoke first. “So how long have you been lying to me?” she asked, her lips tugging in a smile.
You sat up, pulling the sheet around your chest. “Four months” you said, shame coursing through you as she narrowed her eyes. A low hum came from her as she considered your words, repeating them slowly as she extended your anxiety with purpose.
“Well…it seems you have a lot of filthy details to catch me up on” she smiled coyly, grasping both your hands in hers. “Does anyone else know?”
You shook your head shyly as she squealed with excitement, bouncing on the massage table. “This is so exciting, Y/N... you have no idea. Everyone is going to lose their minds.”
Your eyes widened as you gripped her hands tighter. “No one can know, Wanda. Not yet. Before, it was me...I, was afraid it would change things. But now...Loki...I don’t know, I need to speak to him. Something’s just happened and I-”
Wanda frowned; the disappointment evident in her face giving way to suspicion as she pursed her lips to the side. “Wait, something’s happened? When?”
You smiled, the confusion spreading on your friend’s face a reminder of all the titbits from the last four months she was yet to hear. It was going to blow her mind.
“It’s a long story” you giggled, “but you’ll hear all of it, I promise. Well, most of it. But no one else can know. Promise me.”
She rolled her eyes before pulling you towards her in a tight hug. The smell of lavender filled your nostrils, the sheen of oil covering your skin making the embrace feel closer. Deeper. “I love you, Y/N. You and Laufeyson's secret is safe with me, but no more secrets between us, OK?”
“No more secrets, Wanda” you murmured gratefully against her hair.
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The Triplets (4)
Warnings: Hurt/comfort. Slowburn. Fluff. Angst.
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Lizzie was in her bed when she woke up.
She grunted, a little sore, and her eyes widened when she saw her bedside table.
A bottle of water, Advil and... plan b.
Last night came to her all in a flash, and Lizzie covered her mouth with a hand.
Oh, no.
And Dean...
She had fucked Dean!
And it was great.
But Dean was so hesitant.
Oh, no.
Had she pressured him?
Oh, no.
She was a guest in their house and she had done this!
Lizzie forced herself to take the pills - God forbid this mess got her pregnant - and pushed herself back to bed.
What had she gotten herself into?
Dean must be so upset now! He must hate her now!
She wanted to hide in bed forever, but that only lasted an hour before a knock on the door made her uncover her head to look at whoever it was.
"Lizzie?" he called. "It's Beau."
She just grunted, and he opened the door slowly.
"Oh, dear," he chuckled. "You look just like my daughter when she is on her period."
She pouted, and he stopped, frowning.
"Are you?" he asked quickly. "Do you need supplies?"
She shook her head, embarrassed by his niceness.
"No," she sighed. "Just feel like shit."
His face softened and he walked to her, and Lizzie was grateful that she had put the plan-b box away after taking it.
"Hey," he sat in her bed. "I get it."
She looked at his face, unsure. He probably didn't, no.
"Job searching takes a while. Sometimes we think like it's never gonna happen," he told her. "No one gets into the first position they apply to. You're gonna find something soon."
She scoffed, not quite believing him.
There were so many better options out there. Why would they even hire her?
"Come on," he tugged on her blanket. "Get up. Let's get out of your sadness stew."
She pulled her blanket closer, realising she was still naked and with his brother's seed still between her legs.
"I'll get ready!" she interrupted him before he could insist.
Beau squinted, but nodded, at last.
"Alright," he decided. "I'll wait for you downstairs."
She was able to clean up without a shower, thankfully, and tried to dress up for the warm weather, throwing on a yellow spring dress and doing her hair quickly so he wouldn't have to wait for too long.
Lizzie had enough Winchester brothers upset with her already.
Her face had a little touch of makeup and her hair was set with her bow when she walked down the stairs - she still cared about her appearance! - and Uncle Beau smiled when he saw her, just guiding her out to his car, so they could go out. No other Winchester was in sight as they left.
"It's just us?" she asked when he stopped to unlock it.
"Yep," he looked at her. "Dean left pretty early, I don't know what for, and Ben is still asleep. So you're stuck with me, little lady."
Before she could worry, he took her hand and made her twirl, and she was too giddy to think of anything else.
“Don’t you look beautiful?” he smiled. “And that’s the beautiful smile a love.”
He opened the door for her, and he opened the door for her to sit inside, and soon they were on the way.
The town was bustling, but not too crowded, and Beau showed her around places he likes before taking her to a little bakery shop for lunch.
He was a big gentleman, pulling a chair for her to sit, and offering her the menu before taking one for himself.
She couldn’t help blushing.
“You don’t have to do all this,” she looked at him, feeling a little shy now.
“Oh, nonsense. My mom raised me to be a gentleman,” he hummed. “I don’t know how that missed Ben, but mom made sure to spank his behind when he was too rowdy.”
She laughed a little, and he did the same.
“You three are all very different,” she pointed out. “Ben is the middle one, isn’t he? Maybe that’s it.”
Beau nodded.
“Maybe,” he shrugged. “He can be a nice guy when he wants to be. He just has his struggles, we all do… but he likes to act like they’re not there. So he never addresses them, and they just grow into a mess, you know?”
She nodded.
It made sense.
“And he’s the only one?” she asked without thinking.
Lizzie's eyes widened, and she looked at him, embarrassed.
“Sorry,” she said quickly. “Sorry, that was terrible, I didn’t-.”
Before she could continue, the waitress came over to ask for their drink orders.
“Good afternoon,” the older lady greeted them. “I haven’t seen such a happy father-daughter duo here in a while!”
Lizzie's eyes widened, and Beau blushed deeply.
“We’re not,” he corrected her quickly. “She’s not… I’m not her father, no.”
Her face changed suddenly, and the woman glared at him.
“What can I get you?" she grunted.
“Just water,” Lizzie asked. “Please.”
The woman hummed before walking away.
The two looked at one another other, and Lizzie could see beau looked completely stunned, and couldn’t help but laugh at his face.
“God!” Beau covered his face, groaning.
She giggled.
“Well, she is absolutely going to spit on your food, now.”
That seemed to lighten the mood, and they decided to still eat there, even with the risk of spit in their food. Beau still loved the place, and Lizzie felt like she was going to love it too.
“We should come here again some other time,” she suggested as he took the bill.
She didn’t even try to stop him. Look. Lizzie was unemployed and broke, and he had invited her, so… yeah.
Just as they were heading out to leave, Lizzie's phone rang, and she saw the caller ID.
Dad.
Dad never called, even when dad called. It was always Gwen.
“Hm, one second,” she asked him.
Lizzie stepped a good distance from Beau before picking up and, low and behold, she was right.
It was Gwen.
“Hi, sweetie,” she greeted in her too-cheery voice.
“Hi, Gwen,” Lizzie moved awkwardly on her feet. “Does dad need something?”
“Well, he’s been wanting to talk to you since you moved in with your Uncle Beau, but you never called,” she remarked. “So I thought to just rip the band-aid off now.”
She pressed her lips together, nodding.
“Well, I’m here now,” she nodded along.
“So, how’s it been?” her stepmother asked.
Lizzie crossed her arms.
“Good, good,” she told her. “Uncle Beau’s been great. His brothers too, they are very nice.”
She hoped Gwen didn’t ask questions, that they just kept this idle little conversation and that’d be it.
But she had to keep going.
“And the job?” she asked. “You got that job you wanted?”
She cringed.
“I’m still looking,” she pinched the bridge of her nose.
Gwen hummed a little, and Lizzie could already feel a question coming already.
“So it’s been over two weeks and no one’s called you back,” she remarked.
She closed her eyes, swallowing down.
“That’s one way to say it, yes.”
“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked, the malice in her voice undetectable to anyone who didn’t know her, but Lizzie did. Too well. “I mean, you could come back home, where you’d find a job easier. You can do retail…those phone market companies…”
Lizzie closed her eyes, and she could see Beau watching her unsurely.
“We talked about this,” she rubbed her eye, stressed. “You always said I needed to be independent. I’m trying to be independent.”
More accurately, she said Lizzie had to stop being such an ungrateful brat who munched away at them.
“Well, yes,” she agreed. “But now you’re not talking to your father or me!”
Oh, she wondered why?!
“I don’t have time to call all the time,” she grunted. “I have chores, and I’m studying and applying… I can’t just stay on my phone all day.”
“Elizabeth,” she started to speak.
“And maybe I need some space,” she interrupted her. “From you and dad.”
Gwen gasped, sounding horrified.
“How could you say that?” she asked. “He’s your father and I’m-“
“You’re not my mother!” she shouted into the phone.
She hung up the phone, wanting to throw the phone away, but just turned it off and shoved it into her bag.
Dammit.
She tried to take big breaths but so she wouldn’t cry, but her eyes were welling up already, and she could feel her tears about to fall when a hand rest on her shoulder.
“Hey, darling,” he spoke softly.
By the way he looked at her, he had to have heard everything.
She didn’t know what to do, but instinctively went to hug him, needing to be comforted, and Beau embraced her quickly.
When her legs went weak, he picked her up and walked her back to his car, and held her in the car park as she cried, seated on the passenger’s seat with him kneeling in front of her.
“I’m a failure,” she lamented. “I can’t even get a low-level job.”
They wouldn’t even hire her as an assistant!
“Hey,” he rubbed down her arm. “Don’t say that you, know it’s not true. These things take time!”
She shook her head, crying, and Beau squeezed her hand.
“You’re not alone in this,” he reassured her. “We are here to help you. There’s no rush.”
Lizzie sniffed.
“You know,” he chuckled a bit, speaking softly. “My dad used to be pretty hard on us to be our own. We had to be men before we finished being boys but Dean… he kept us together, you know? I guess that’s why we’re so close now;”
He moved a hand to her chin and raised it, making her look at him.
“We are here to help you now,” he affirmed. “With anything you need.”
She softened, relaxing a little, and hugged him quickly, feeling him squeezing her and freezing when her mind flashed right back to Dean and what hey had done in the couch.
The pit of guilt in her stomach grew all over again.
She had to tell him. She couldn’t lie to Beau.
Her mind stewed over it as he drove away, but Lizzie waited until they were in his driveway to say anything. If Beau got too upset, she would just have to run!
“Beau?” she spoke softly. “I gotta tell you something.”
He turned to her, not looking too worried.
“What is it?”
She bit her lip, looking for words.
“Last night,” she spoke slowly. “Dean and I… we had sex.”
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𝕬𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 III
𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Found out I wrote 751 words last fic, let’s try and make that 1,000-2,000 on this one. Is this slowburn???
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams(I got chu.), @egrets-not-regrets.(I got chu too.)
TW // Stalking.
Scratching behind the ears of the tabby cat that laid on top of my cast in the perfect loaf form, her loud purrs rumbled through her small body. Her orange, slit eyes are now big, and round. Enjoying every little bit of attention to her.
“She usually isn’t like that.” Marie commented, slowly sitting back in her rocking chair with a small cup of tea in her hands. Her hands bring up the cup to her lips, taking a sip out of the tea cup.
Marie was an interesting cat, plant lady? She had plants all around her home, looking like a jungle in some rooms. Cats laying around, basking in the sunlight that beamed through the windows, making “air biscuits.” Marie informed me the day she led me into her home. Which was no longer than 12 hours ago.
She had thought I was a stray cat when I stumbled upon the backyard of her home, tripping over her watering can at 5:00 in the morning. I nearly had it by just walking into random stuff. I almost picked up the can, and threw it at her neighbors house until she came out, wrapping her arm around mine dragging me inside her house.
I was so confused at that moment, wondering why this old lady was talking to me so sweetly, taking me inside of her home, and forcing me to sit down in one of her antique couches. What if I was a murder lady?
It was only then, when she mentioned “hospital rags” did I take notice of how I must have looked to her. A filthy woman, with bandages wrapped around her head, and a cast for an arm.
She had swiftly forced me to take a shower, mentioning a first-aid in a closet while she went looking for some temporary clothes for me. Leaving me puzzled, but slowly complying.
After having a very needed shower, I walked out of the tub, smelling like a new grown bush full of lavender.
When Marie came back in with some clothes. I think I had her stunned? Astonished? There for a second, her forest green eyes roaming my scarred, naked body.
“Oh! My poor thing!” She had sniffled, quickly putting the clothes on the counter, and carefully pulling me close. Observing me some more before switching up tasks, and grabbed the first aid from the closet. Intent on rewrapping my wounds herself.
That’s how I ended up with fresh clothes from the 90’s, and new bandages, smelling like any other old lady with a cat purring on my cast.
Looking back down at the little feline. I felt a little honored by Maries comment as I moved my hand underneath her chin, scratching her sweet spot there, her neck stretching out, eyes closed in content.
Then a flash of yellow hit my eye as I winced. My head snapping up, trying to spot whatever flashed me through the sunroom windows.
“You are like a cat that has seen a bird out there.” Marie compared, lowering her tea cup back onto its little, matching plate with a tink. “Always seeing movement out there.”
Despite seeing nothing, I still looked around. Just knowing something was there. The same trickling feeling sending shivers down my neck since I walked off from the hospital.
Could it be the Adeptus Custodes? No, It can’t be, I wasn’t a high priority. I wasn’t someone they would waste their potential on.
Looking back at Marie, I didn’t say anything to her. Not that she expected much. I haven’t peeped a word to her besides some grunts of pain when she helped me restitch and wrap the new bandage around my torso.
Gazing back down to the tabby on my cast that meowed up at me, demanding more scratches after I stopped for a second. I couldn’t help, but give the little tabby more. Her heavy purrs helping me relax in a way.
“Such a demanding little thing.” Marie said, placing the little plate, and cup down on the wooden coffee table in front of her. Then leaned back in her chair, getting comfortable in it. “Never had that much love from that cat.”
Looking up at the older woman once more. I watched as she relaxed in her chair, her eyes getting drowsy. The sweet apple-like scented tea taking effect on her tired body. Chamomile tea, I recognized.
I wouldn’t blame her if she needed to sleep right now. She stayed up all night to care for me, giving me clothes that I won’t have to steal from an unsuspecting shop keeper. Her hospitality was more… warming? Than the hospitals. There was an actual human in sight. Not any Custodes either. Well, as far as I know.
I could hear her breathing slow down the more she relaxed her muscles. A quiet mumble leaving her lips before she passed out, head dropping.
I waited for a moment. The trickling feeling of being watched coming back. Though, not as strong. Not as intimidating.
Looking back out the windows, I caught another flash. Blink, another flash. Did Miss. Marie have a stalker of her own? A potential thief?
Gently as I could, I lifted the little, purring loaf of fluffiness off my cast and placed her on the ground. Another meow of protest coming from her as I patted her head in reassurance to the little, cuddly creature.
Slowly getting up from my chair, some wounds still fresher than others. I made my way to the sunroom door that led out to the backyard. Carefully stepping over any basking cats, and kittens that lay peacefully in the room.
Another flash went off as I stepped out into the back yard. My head winced to the side, catching a camera peeking out behind an old greenhouse of Maires. So there was someone here.
Walking over to the greenhouse, I pretended to walk inside of it. Opening the door, but not going inside of it.
Quietly rounding the greenhouse instead, I slowly stalked up on the person who thought illegal photography was a good idea. Their camera trained inside of the greenhouse, taking the bait.
A startled yelp came from the person as I grabbed him by the front of their collar, and pushed them up against the greenhouse, a little crack sounding off. Ignoring how my nerves burned again.
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” A male voice wheezed, their hands coming up to pull off their hood. Showing a young man with short, dark brown hair, and hazel eyes looking at me. “I’m a journalist!”
I glared at the man, not caring if he was one or not. A journalist was a dead one in my books. They weren’t allowed to have any information. Especially the cocky ones.
“I- I just want your story!” He exclaimed, arrogantly pulling out a pocket notebook, and pen from the front pocket of his jeans.
As far as I’m concerned, there is no story.
Pulling the man back from the greenhouse. I tossed him aside, watching him stumble to upright himself.
“Nope! No story! I got cha!” He rambled, putting the notebook back in his pocket with the pen. Dusting his shoulders off afterward.
“Can I at least get my camera back?” He asked, stepping a little closer as I moved to block the camera that laid on the ground, covered in a layer of dirt.
I kept my eye on the man, almost challenging him to take back his camera. If he is going to take pictures of me, I would at least have the right to keep them.
“Alright, alright. No camera for me.” He said putting up his hands in surrender, backing up little by little before trying to rush forward and grabbing it.
Taking him from the back of his collar, his hands almost touching the camera. I tugged him back harshly, no doubt choking him there for a second. Throwing him back into his place.
His eyes glared up at me, hand coming up to rub at his neck mumbling things under his breath.
“I see how it is.” He huffed out, slowly turning around, and walking back from where he probably came from. Kicking dirt, and rocks on his way, grumbling.
Waiting for his form to disappear, I slowly leaned down to pick up the camera. The soreness coming back and hitting me hard.
Damn, I hope that I didn’t just reopen some of my wounds.
Snap!
That sound had me checking my surroundings, the same heavy unease coming back as I looked for the guy that possibly wanted his camera back. Yet there was nothing. No man to plead for his camera back.
Slowly turning around to head back into the sunroom with the camera in hand. I considered taking some Chamomile tea myself. Maybe that might take off the edge a little bit?
If only I had stayed a little bit longer. I would hear the muffled cries of a man struggling in a stronger hold. Hands desperately hitting against armor of white, and gold before everything went silent with crack.
ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕬𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 IV
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Heal My Wounds
Shopping with Dom Dom (part 26)
Rhea Ripley x Reader
Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.
It's been a week since you said yes to Rhea's proposal. Since then you were non-stop thinking about your marriage.
You bought lots magazines for inspiration and spent all day flipping throug them and looking up different things on the internet.
But today you didn't have time for that since Dom took you out to look for the perfect wedding dress. You didn't expect it but Dominik had a surprisingly good taste in fashion, especially when it came to dresses. He just somehow always found exactly what you were looking for.
You get out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel before walking over into your bedroom to pick your outfit for today.
"Hey baby" Rhea smiles at you. She was sitting on the bed, reading. "Why are you still wearing a towel everytime you come out of the shower, I think it's pretty unnecessary by now" she chuckles.
You stick your tongue out at her, making her grin even more and shake her head. "What are you still doing here anyway? I thought you had an appointment today?" you ask her.
"Yeah but it got canceled last minute so I'm kind of killing time now by reading until you're back" she shrugs. "Oh, okay" you say and turn your back at her to change.
"Why aren't you coming with us? You don't have a dress yet too, do you?" you suggest. "Na sorry, first of all should the groom only see the bride in her dress at the wedding and second of all I don't plan on wearing one" she winks at you.
"So you're attending naked?" you joke. "Ugh idiot, of course not" she laughs and gets up trying to tickle you. "ah no, hey" you laugh out and run away, closely followed by her.
She eventually catches you and pick you up from behind. "hah, got you" she shouts in victory before letting you down again.
You turn around to look at her, both of you still smiling and breathing a little heavy. "Have fun today okay? And don't you two walk outta that store without the perfect dress!" she dares you.
The doorbell rings, letting you know Dominik is waiting. You kiss her goodbye and make your way out. You greet Dom who waves at Rhea who followed you to the door.
"take care of her" she grins and he gives her a thumb up before getting into the car next to you and starting the engine.
It's almost a 30 minute drive, but it doesn't even feel that long as you're listening to good music and singing along to it.
You enter the store and are greeted by a woman, whose dark hair is already streaked with gray. "Hello hello, how can I help you" she says. "Hi, we're looking for the perfect wedding dress for this young lady here" Dominik smirks at you.
"Wonderfull, but you are aware that the groom is not supposed to see the bride until the actual wedding ceremony?" the woman asks with a raised brow.
"Oh, no no, he's not my fiancé, he's just a friend" you immediately correct her. "Oh, I'm sorry, well then follow me" she leads you to one of the store windows and takes out some magazines.
"Do you already have an idea of what you might like?" the lady wants to know. "Hmm.. Not really, what about we take a look again together Dom Dom?" you turn to him.
He nods and the saleswoman hands you the catalogues. You sit down on two stools next to a little coffee table and begin to flip through the pages, pointing out a dress every now and then.
"Ouh what about this one, its got a slightly purple and black touch to it. Reminds me of the judgement day colors you know?" Dom hands you his magazin. You give a positive hum and scan the store for the woman from earlier.
"Oh, hi, there you are, do you have this dress here by any chance?" you ask as soon as you found her. "Oh, yeah, let me get it for you" she says and walks away.
You give Dom, who is still sitting in the corner looking at more dresses and marking the ones he likes, a thumbs up and he smiles.
The woman returns with he exact dress and you go to try it on..
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Part 26, decided to leave out the Tw thingy now because its unnecessary ._.
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The Mission
cw: violence(like a lot), gunshots, fire trauma, blind talk, daddy issues and childhood trauma(kinda)...
Matt was having a bit of a hard week. The case he and his partners were working on was making no progress. Everytime they thought they found something new, it was a dud. Every night, it left him plagued with frustration. Not even his favorite cheap beer could soothe him. So he did the next best thing. He grabbed his suit and looked over his city. It was fairly quiet tonight. His ears perked at the sound of some guys in an alley talking. “We’re meeting at 2. If you’re late, you’re dead. You tell anyone about this? You and them, dead. You understand?” The other two nodded. Matt wondered what they were talking about. “It’s a deal over on the docks.” A woman's voice passed through his ears. There weren’t any additional heartbeats in the area. “They have a headquarters near here too. On 45th and 6th.” Matt looks on in confusion. Who the fuck is talking to him? Are they talking to him? “Yes, I’m talking to you. Red suit with the horns. Let’s get a move on please. They’re meeting right now.” Following the voice’s instruction, albeit confused and disturbed, he traveled close behind the group. Just like the voice said, the guys were meeting with a few others on some docks. They had a new shipment of drugs under the guise of medicinal prescriptions.Just what he was looking for. He jumped down, taking the men out one by one. A few guns were fired,but dodged with ease.
When Matt got home that night, he laid on his couch in confusion again. Who was that lady talking to him? And why was she helping him? His aching body walks over to his bathroom, showering off his thoughts and calling it a night. Luckily, it was a Friday, so he didn’t have to work tomorrow. The next morning, a knock at his door shot him out of bed. He groggily opens the door, half naked and hair a mess. “I’m guessing you aren’t a morning person.” That voice sounded familiar. “Yes, that was me last night. I’m sorry about all of that, but you needed the push. And to make up for it and probably explain a little bit of this to you, I brought coffee and donuts.” You raised your hands up. Matt moves aside, letting you in. He walks back to his room, grabbing a shirt. You slowly walk into the apartment, taking in the area.
He meets you at the kitchen table, folding his arms. “Now talk.” You sip your drink, “well firstly, my name is y/n Xavier. My father is Charles Xavier or Professor X.” “Like the mutant?” “Yeah. And like my dad, I also am a telepath. I can also see the future. And I've been seeing you in my dreams lately. You’re working on that pharmaceutical case, right?” He nods. “Well. I know you’ve been hitting multiple walls with it. So I thought I’d tell you what I know. Hence why I told you about the new deal the other night.” He stops you, “What do you want in return? Why help me? We don’t even know each other. For all I know, you could be taking the drugs for yourself.” “I’m not, I swear. And you would know if I was lying. I don’t want anything in return. I just want to help you out. I have reason to believe that someone is trying to experiment on mutants with these exact same drugs. Maybe I could go with you on your next patrol.” Matt takes it all in. You weren’t lying about anything that you’ve said. It wouldn’t hurt to try this out. “Fine. When’s the next deal?” “In a few days, but maybe we could go to their headquarters tonight. They usually keep it closed up on the weekends. It’s an old warehouse building. I can meet you there. I have a suit and I know some combat, so don’t worry about any of that.” “Okay.”
The shipping warehouse was colder than outside. It felt like a huge meat locker. Both you and Matt were looking for just about anything that could help his case. He was on one side of the building and you, the other. No one was guarding the place, surprisingly. It left you a little on edge. At the end of one of the halls, you found an office. Before entering, you put up a hand and listened for what could be behind it. A large desk, chair, lamp, and cabinets filled with files. You slowly open the door, trying not to make a sound. “I found an office over here. I’m gonna check out the files.” You signal to Matt. He nods, continuing to look around for where the drugs might be stored. He finds another room leading to a staircase. Listening for your safe movements first, he creeps down the steps. It’s even colder now. Maybe a basement. He continues to walk around the quiet area.
In the office, you touch each cabinet to see inside. Nothing has caught your eyes yet. Just old documents about the building. You head to the desk to check its drawers. “Got ya!” You whisper. Previous transactions, patients and orders, just what you were looking for. Unfortunately, you can’t open the drawer. It’s locked. You feel around for a key, hoping one of the goons just left it nearby. “Looking for this?” You snap around. One of the guys from the other night stands in the doorway. You can hear him dangling the keys. He launches at you. Your body moves a second slower, trying to duck under him. His large arms wrap around your body, a hand over your mouth muffles your screams. “Who are you here with?” You shake your head. “No one.” He slams your head into the wall. “Don’t lie! Who else is here?” Tears prick your eyes. You can’t just rat Matt out like that. You could just tell him where the papers are and he can turn them in. “No one. I swear. I came alone.” “Playing dumb, huh? Fine, I’ll play.” He slams your head harder into the wall, successfully knocking you out.
The door leading to the basement stairs opens, alerting Matt. He quickly hides in one of the darker halls. The guy coming down the stairs seems to be holding something.Your unconscious body. Cursing to himself, he devises a plan. The guy grabs his phone, dialing a number and raising it to his ear. “Bring the others. I found us a new toy to play with.” In one arm, he continues hauling your body around the room and talking on the phone. Two more guys come down the stairs. They each grab something to tie you down with. One with a rope, the other holding you and another with a chair. “She’s a looker. Got a little body on her.” Your body slumps in the chair and is tied down. They stare down at you. “You think she’s one of them?” “Who cares? She should've been minding her business.” The leader looks at the two arguing men, “just get the syringe and let’s hurry up. It’s already enough she got this far.”
Your eyes blink open slowly.The leader sits across from you. They close just as quickly. “Awww. Rise and shine darlin’. Sleep well? Is the light too bright?” He taunts. You let out a soft groan. “Come on baby. Show me those pretty eyes.” He stands in front of you, forcing your face towards him. “Open them. Now!” You slowly open your eyes. “Just as I thought. How many, huh? Can you see this?” He holds up a few fingers. You stay silent. “Mhhh. Guess not.” A loud bang comes from one of the rooms. He groans loudly, taking out a gun from his pocket and cocking it. “If they can’t do it themselves, I guess I’ll have to handle it. Stay here for me sweets. Try not to move too much.” He walks away, leaving you in the cold room.
Tears start to fall again. Your dad was right. You’d never be ready for any missions. Having one sense less than others made you weak. You're knocked out of your thoughts at the sound of more banging. This time with gunshots following them. You prayed Matt hadn’t gotten himself shot. You couldn’t even reach him telepathically since that guy bashed your head in so hard. You could barely even think. Your legs start to shuffle on the floor. Those goons tied you up pretty good. You can barely move. Panic starts to settle in as the sounds stop. Your body thrashes in the chair, feeling a presence getting closer.
“Hey. Hey, It’s just me.” Matt’s familiar calm voice rang in your ears. He sounded farther away, but with his head lightly touching your shoulder, you knew he was by your side. He bends down, cutting the ties from your body. “I didn’t leave you. I’m right here.” Your body drops in the chair, head falling back. Matt listens for your pulse. You’re okay. He picks up your body, making his way out of the warehouse. His other hand digs for his burner phone, calling Claire. “I need your help. Meet at mine.”
You wake up sprawled on an unfamiliar couch. Panic kicks back in, thinking you're still in the warehouse. You calm back down when you hear Matt softly talking to you. Your eyes roll open, trying to find some form of comfort in the lighting. He caresses your hand with his thumb. “I’m right here. We’re in my apartment again. You’re okay.” Another person’s thoughts scroll past you. “Who else is here? Did you call someone?” He looks in Claire’s direction. “Claire’s a friend. I called her to make sure you were okay. She checked you over. She’s a nurse.” You try to nod your head, but are met with pain. The last thing you remember was that guy smashing your face and waking up in a chair. “You don’t want to move too much. You’ve got a concussion and fractured wrist. And there’s a few bruises on your arms and neck.” You put up a thumb, not wanting to move any more than you have. “Thank you.” Claire nods, packing up her bag. “I left some painkillers on the table. Just take one in the morning and rest your body. You should feel better in about a week. And if your wrist still hurts after that, give me a call.” “Thank you. Have a good night.” She returns a “good night” to you and heads to the door with Matt following behind. He says “thank you” for the hundredth time tonight and closes the door.
Matt comes to sit in front of the couch. “How are you feeling?” A long sigh comes out. “I’m alive, so I guess I’m doing good. How are you feeling?” He hangs his head down, not knowing what to say. He didn’t want this to happen. Especially because you just met. “It’s not your fault, Matt. I wasn’t paying attention. Just be glad that we both got out alive. Okay?” You reach a hand out to caress his face. He leans into it. “This would’ve happened with or without you there. I just didn’t know how to stop it.” “I still shouldn’t have left you by yourself. He could’ve done worse. I’m so sorry.” You both aren’t gonna get anywhere if you keep apologizing to each other. You know that, so you change the topic off of you. “I was able to find something that could help. There were some documents that show proof of them buying product and using it. Maybe you could get it another day.” He nods. Right now, he just wants you to be okay. He can get the files later. You feel him pull away and stand up. “You should get some rest. I have some clothes you can wear. You can take the bed.” You carefully stand up, “no, I can take the couch. It’s pretty comfy.” Lie. “Don’t try to convince me otherwise. This is your place. You take the bed.” He reluctantly nods before grabbing a shirt, blanket and pillow. You're quietly guided to his bathroom. Behind the closed door, you struggle to undress with your broken hand. A wince or whine leaving your lips every now and then. He wants to help, but knows you probably won’t let him. You lift the shirt over your head with a sigh. For a second, you just stand there in the quiet space of his bathroom. Your thoughts are running wild, but you force them to be quiet until the morning. When you come out, Matt helps you back to the couch and you both call it a night.
The next morning, a beam of light hitting your eyelids wakes you up. Your head still hurts, but feels a lot better than yesterday. You hear soft noises coming from the kitchen. Matt’s ears perk at the sound of your change in heart rate. “Morning. I grabbed us some breakfast.” You slowly rise from the couch, walking towards him in the kitchen. “I have an island, if you want to sit there. It’s a foot in front of you and the table is to your left.” You nod, taking a seat at the table. “I wasn’t sure what you liked to drink in the morning, so I got you something based on the drink you had last time.” He comes to sit with you at the table, placing the food and drinks on top. You let out a quiet “thank you,” before digging in. Matt also quietly eats his food and tries to start up a conversation. He has been pretty curious about one thing since last night. “I hate to ask, but how long have you been blind?” You hum. He figured it out. “I heard the guys from last night talking about your eyes, but I didn’t think much of it. And then Claire told me you had an off gaze.” You swallow a mouthful of food and clear your throat. “Since I was 12. There was a huge explosion at the manor. I was pretty close to it, trying to tell everyone what I saw before it happened. Unfortunately, I was a bit too late and well… Now I live like this.” It’s heartbreaking to hear someone else has gone through a similar experience as him. Matt reaches to place his hand on yours. Almost like he’s telling you he understands and is there for you. “I’m not as cool as you though. Having heightened senses is a lot more handy than telepathy and clairvoyance in some cases. I can only hear thoughts from about a 10 mile radius. My dad can hear them up to maybe 2 or 3 hundred miles away.” The two of you continue talking for a while, finishing up your food and cleaning up.
Matt lets you stay with him for longer. Claiming that he just wants to be sure you’re okay before you go back home. You don’t live very far, but the thought of leaving a safe space is harder than one thinks. When he leaves for work, he promises to call and drop by for lunch. But you tell him that you’ll be fine and just the call will do. Later in the afternoon, you start to get a bit antsy. You're woken up by a vision. Matt going back to the warehouse to look for those files. You can’t tell if he needs help or not. So when he finally does get home, you ambush him. “Don’t go out tonight. I already know you’re gonna try to go back to that warehouse. Don’t. Stay here. Please.” He can hear how accelerated your heartbeat is. You physically shake at the thought of him going out tonight. He hugs you close, bringing your head to his chest to hear his calmer heartbeats. His hands run through your hair and down your back in a soothing manner. “I won’t. I’ll stay here. I promise.” He whispers to you. You start to calm down and sink into him more. “How about we grab some dinner tonight. You don’t even have to dress up. We can just wear some of my sweats and go to a diner or something. That sound okay?” You nod against his chest.
Here you both are, sitting in a booth with the baggiest sweats on and eating your food. The waitress taking your order calls you a cute couple. Neither you or Matt correct her. She mutters to herself how God has a funny way of putting two people alike together. Both you and Matt smile at that. You had been getting a bit closer to one another over the past few days. Everything you did together felt so right. Waking up and having breakfast, waiting for him to come home from work, having dinner, then going to bed. All while still making time to actually talk to each other. Matt was a great companion. He was supportive and understanding of all the things you’ve told him. He never went against his promises to you. You grew another kind of respect and trust for each other. Never did you think you’d be in a place like this again. Having a sense of community with another person. It felt good. You wanted to keep feeling good. And with Matt in the picture, you were going to.
A/N:Real talk this was so hard to write. I didn't really know how I wanted to make this. But I somehow pulled this together. Also cat is out of the bag. The secret about the character was that she's also blind. I thought that would be kinda interesting 🤷🏽♀️. I honestly love this character tbh. I might have to do a part 2 of them actually getting together. Let me know if you want that too. I hope you guys enjoyed this. Feedback is always encouraged. K, bye <3
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35 for delaney and johnny please? :3
35. a kiss on the space between shoulder blades | prompt list
when delaney blinks awake, she has the sun in her eyes. which isn’t unusual she supposes when it’s the middle of the day on a tuesday (and she’s not even really sure it is tuesday, but she remembers going to that concert on monday which had led back to the apartment so — ), but, well. it still makes her eyes hurt.
she glares at the blaring light where it’s reflected off the skyscraper next door, about to snap at johnny for not turning the blackout screen on last night, when she sees nibbles perched on the window control panel. the cat lazily swats at the small blinking lights, the window flickering between blackout, neon and clear.
“fucking gremlin,” she groans more to herself than anything. still, nibbles has the audacity to swat the button one more time before lazily trotting off deeper into the apartment.
delaney starts to stretch out and remembers she’s on the couch. in their living room. which she and her spine will regret later, she’s sure.
there’s two empty bottles of expensive vodka left lopsided on their small coffee table in front of her. she doesn’t remember if it was good vodka or not, but that’s not really the point of vodka, is it? there’s also a neon green strap-on left dangling off the edge of the table. now that she remembers being fun.
belatedly, she realises she’s not alone on the couch.
there’s an arm wrapped vice-like around her middle, loosely cupping her right boob, and now that the feeling is coming back to her she remembers the reason she feels like she’s about to face plant onto the floor.
“johnny,” she whines, sending her free arm back to swat at him where he’s shoved between her and the back of the couch. her legs are tangled with his, although his much longer frame leaves his feet hanging off the end.
he grunts half-conscious behind her, the action sending a rush of warm breath into her hair. she can feel him shift his chin where it’s resting on the top of her head.
“johhny, i need to pee.”
his hand on her boob tightens reflexively as she tries to get up. she sighs a little at the pressure, remembering again that they’re also both very much naked on the couch. she can feel his dick resting loosely against her ass.
“come on, we stay here much longer you’re back’s gonna be totally fucked.”
he laughs lightly, the sound vibrating through her entire body where it’s pressed against his. “’m comfortable.”
“please please please,” she begs, voice high pitched and droning in the silence of the apartment. "i’m begging you johnny, my bladder’s about to explode and then there’ll be piss all over the couch and then it’ll be all your fault and we’ll have to get that old hag of a cleaning lady in here to clean it, and you know how i feel about her after she —”
she can feel him smiling against her skin as he plants a sloppy kiss on the bare skin between her shoulder blades. “jesus christ, shut the fuck up del.”
delaney twists to smile sweetly at him behind her. “pretty please?”
johhny just lightly shoves her away, leaving her to tumble off the couch with a shout. by the time she’s pushed herself to her knees with a laugh, johnny’s smiling blearily at her, a bruise in the shape of her lips blooming purple-black at his throat and his hair long and loose around his shoulders.
“mornin’, babe.”
“fuck you,” delaney smiles, and kisses him, “and good morning.”
#writing tag#swordcoats#ch: delaney veres#delaney x johnny#thank you dee mwah!!!!#i almost wrote this from johnny's pov but that always feels like pulling teeth so#del pov it is!#also this is like ... casual nsft i guess? why are they always both naked in all my del/johnny fics agdgadg#nsft
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Mafia!Ateez reaction to their child telling them that a member is flirting with you
trigger warnings ⚠️ mafia themes, flirting, mentions of cheating, possessive behavior, murder, alcohol, sexual harassment (slight)
general taglist: @latte-fairytaekwoon @little-precious-baby @yunhobabygurl @multidreams-and-desires @purplelady85 @smallfrye
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k i m h o n g j o o n g
„Where’s mommy?“ Your little son ran up to Hong Joong to be picked up by the mafia leader.
His eyes wander over the crowd at the garden gathering and when he’s not spotting you he flashes a little smile at his son.
„Mommy is talking to a man.“
Hong Joong nudges the little boy to whereas he points into a direction. Following the path around the house he sees you talking to none other than Kang Yeo Sang. His rival.
When Yeo Sang places his palm on your cheek you take a step back and frown at the boy. Hearing a cough behind you a smile escapes your form. The rival on the other hand rolls with his eyes and lets out a huff.
You’re quick to stand next to your husband and take your son into your arms leaving the two mafia leaders behind.
„You’re getting on my nerves, Kang.“
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„(y/n)...“
You stood stiff in Seong Hwa‘s lavish office. Your gaze trained to the ground and your heart sinking to the bottom when he neared your form. He placed his cold fingers under your chin to raise your head. Locking his eyes with you a sigh escapes him.
„You know you belong to me. Why are you still resisting?“
„I don’t know what you are talking about.“
Seong Hwa engulfs you into his embrace leaning your head on his shoulder.
„Even our princess doesn’t like you betraying me. I will make sure you are not seeing him again.“
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j e o n g y u n h o
„And what did he say after that?“
Yun Ho caressed his daughters soft hair while she sat on his lap in their livingroom.
„That he will hurt her. I don’t remember so much... He was really scary daddy!“
With big glossy eyes Yun Ho feels his heart shattering. His daughter being so afraid for his light of the world.
He wouldn’t let Choi San get away with this.
After bringing his angel to bed he visits your shared bedroom to see you being asleep. You’re stirring and he can only guess that your nightmares are back.
With a gun and a sharp knife hidden in his suit he drives fast through the night. His team is already ready to blow up the place.
And with the final hit Yun Ho grabs the ex lover of his wife by his collar.
„I told you to stay away from us. That she is not your business anymore. What were you thinking?“
San struggles in his grip but manages to bring out his probably last words. „Kill me, but, live with the knowledge that she will never love you.“
He dropped to the ground and Yun Ho grasps his shaking hands together rage filling his body.
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k a n g y e o s a n g
When your son repeatedly told Yeo Sang that he really liked the guy that was around you since a few weeks he was relieved. It was good Woo Young seemed to do his job right. After the last attack he wanted the both of you safe all the time. That’s why he send one of his best men that he trusted with all of his might.
It was only when he tucked him into bed that he stopped in his tracks being deep in thoughts. He goes downstairs and pours himself a glass of wine. He jolts a little bit when you embrace him from behind and he turns around to eye you with a sharp gaze. Tilting his head you step back and flash him a small smile.
„What’s up?“
„Woo Young‘s taking good care of you, right?“
You frown and immediately know by the tone he uses that something‘s not to his liking, and, Kang Yeo Sang not liking something was bad.
„He is, he is doing a good job. I guess.“
„Hyun Jin likes him, too. But you know what he just told me?“
You absentmindedly reach out to him to probably cool down his anger.
„He told me that uncle Woo Young was really close to you. Close like ‚daddy‘, when I asked him what he meant with that.”
“Yeo Sang, he’s not. He is just friendly. Hugging me as a greeting nothing more.“
„You think our three year old son is lying to me? (y/n), I warn you, I know him. Don’t take his flirting attempts light hearted.“
You nod at him knowing he wouldn’t take any arguing.
„If you can’t stop him I will give him a different job.“ With a last sip he finishes his glass and roughly pulls you into him to place a delicate and territorial kiss on your forehead.
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„Dad, I don’t know how to say this but... I am really worried for your marriage. I mean is everything fine?“
San takes his cup of coffee sitting down on the breakfast table in front of your fourteen year-old daughter. He really needed a moment to register So Ra‘s words.
„What? Of course everything‘s fine! Or what are you even talking about?“
So Ra‘s gaze is trained on the buttered toast in front of her a deep frown taking place on her forehead.
„Yesterday at the gala... and I don’t know if I am mistaking things, but, I feel like she was flirting with this CEO named Song.“
San‘s eyes widened and he quickly takes a another sip from his coffee. „Oh, ehm, believe me your mother has always had her effect on...men.“
„Yeah, but, dad - the guy was literally stripping her naked with his eyes - “
„Choi So Ra! Your words!“ So Ra gestures a sorry with her hands but she didn’t want her mother to be so close to other men. She loved her parents dearly and she wanted to have a marriage like them in the future.
„Really, anyways, don’t worry. Everything‘s perfect. If there’s a problem we would never lie to you, promise!“ He holds his pinky for So Ra and with a relieved sigh she links it like she and her dad always did.
„Good morning!“ You place a kiss on your daughter‘s cheek and send a smirk to San being proud you got the right information last night.
San looks at his two princesses and has to hold back a laugh. If their daughter only knew their jobs things would be more dangerous but in many ways easier, too.
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„What means ‚sexy‘?“
You nearly caugh at your son‘s words quickly drinking something. Min Gi also nearly doubles over laughing while typing away a text for his members for their mission.
„Dong In! I thought we talked about this already.“
Your son was a persistent person eyeing you suspiciously.
Min Gi places his device on the table continuing to eat the soup for their shared dinner. „It means beautiful, but, it’s not a really polite word, Dong In.“
„Ah, so Mr. Kim is not polite to you Mum?“ That indeed catches your husband‘s attention.
„What is he talking about, (y/n)?“ A sly smile leaves him.
You groan out knowing sooner or later your son would’ve told him. „Well, Dong In‘s teacher just seems to need a talk with me about our son occasionally. And today he told me that he thinks I am ‚beautiful‘. Right, Dong In?“ Your son wasn’t paying attention anymore but with a naive sigh he slurped the rest of his soup.
„He said mommy‘s a sexy thing.“
„Dong In!“ Min Gi slowly sits back flexing his arm‘s muscles. He eyes you with a hungry gaze while he nudges Dong In.
„Next time Mr. Kim is telling your mother that she’s beautiful you say that your dad thinks so, too. Alright buddy?“ Min Gi fist bumps with your son.
„Got it!“
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j u n g w o o y o u n g
Woo Young wasn’t really a jelous man. He knew his worth and he also tend to be proud of the woman at his sight. Your auro caught the gazes of many men and that only boosted the mafia‘s ego.
When a man was flirting with you it was for you to play by the game. Being raised into the mafia business yourself you knew how to handle those greedy bastards.
Woo Young only smirked in the back of a booth when someone sneaked into the seat next to you at the bar. His men ready at any given chance to beat up the poor soul that tried to take what was Jung‘s.
But - he also loved your sneaky site.
It was only a button that you pushed too far when your daughter went up to his daddy to cry about how you were not giving her enough attention at the big gathering. Like the father himself their princess needed the recognition from her beloved ones.
Woo Young‘s gaze darkened when he saw you being corned by the one and only mafia leader of the west - Choi Jong Ho.
„That b - “
„Daddy! You didn’t want to swear! Mommy told you not to swear!“
„Ahhh, you’re right darling.“ He turned around to give his daughter into Seong Hwa‘s arms - one of his members.
With confident steps he emerges your form at the end of the room where Jong Ho was busy playing with your hair while talking about his latest wins in the business.
„Choi. Would you mind keeping your hands to yourself?“ Woo Young was raging by now. You didn’t stop the rival from touching you and the naive smile you send to your lover only angered him more.
„Let’s ask the lady what she wants.“ Jong Ho wiggles his eyebrows at Woo Young and you mentally facepalmed knowing Mr. Jung would scream bloody murder in a few seconds.
„I am sorry Mr. Choi.“ You gracefully step into Woo Young‘s arms giving him the satisfaction of winning this little debate with his rival. Jong Ho laughs out loud and turns around to leave the two of you.
„If you want attention ask for it. Don’t make me mad, baby.“
You lock eyes with him putting on a pout. „This way it is much more fun!“
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It was the final day your son got introduced to the mafia world. A big party was held for him after he was prepared for everything over months. It was also his 16th birthday party and you had tears in your eyes knowing he was growing into a man so quickly really assembling his father in many ways.
It has been Park Seong Hwa‘s presence that put you off. He was an acquaintance of your clan for a long time but you didn’t really like the guy. When he approached you after dinner, when you were ushering your son to dance with a girl on the dancefloor, you immediately knew he was going to get on your nerves again.
He made jokes, touched you and clearly invaded your personal space. For the sake of your peaceful agreement you played his game hoping someone would come to help you out of your misery.
„Dad, I will literally kick this guy‘s balls if - “
„I already know about it.“ Jong Ho‘s gaze is fixed on your figure across the room. He turns to his son and tells him to have fun. He would take care of the matter.
Jong Ho soundlessly leans into your side leading Seong Hwa to roll with his eyes. He places a meaningful and strong kiss on your trembling lips catching your weight with his arms to steady you.
Playfully he turns around to the mafia a smile adoring his features. „Mr. Park. I didn’t even see you there!“ You’re quick to leave the duo to get to the toilet knowing by the squeeze Jong Ho just gave you a few seconds ago.
„Still so possessive I see. Let us leave this by complimenting you on your still beautiful wife.“ He let’s out a giggle while eying the crowd.
„Thank you, Seong Hwa. Seems to be running in my family.“
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Daddy is the devil | Lucifer Morningstar
Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x fem!reader
Summary: Reader is one of Chloe’s best friends and they haven't seen each other for a long time so the decision was made. Finally a sleepover at Chloe’s house since Chloe has a day off of work and Dan took Trixie with him to have some dad-daughter time. What they didn't know is that Lucifer will come with unexpected visit and reader’s shirt will cause such a mess.
Warning: language, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, daddy kink, +18
Based on this request: Hello, I hope you are doing well, I would like to politely request a one shot (or more if it inspires you, you do you) from Lucifer, you can do whatever you want with it, reader insert, oc, smut, no smut, totally up to you but I would like it to involve Lucifer meeting/seeing the reader/character (preferably female, gender neutral is also fine) wearing that crop top from Blackcraft that says “Satan Is My Daddy” please and thank you
Notes:
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You and Chloe had everything planned for tonight. When you were talking on the phone to discuss the details you decided to have a movie night with some alcohol. You bought some wine, chips and sweets for you and your friend to have some snacks. Feeling of excitement was huge about finally seeing your friend after such a long time. You showed up at Chloe’s door about seven pm ringing a bell to her door. After few seconds the door were open and Chloe lean out from behind of it.
“Oh my god hi girl, so good to finally see you.” she enveloped you in a big hug wrapping her hands around your neck.
“Hi Chloe, long time no see.” you hugged her back. With a gesture of her hand she invited you inside and you stepped in.
After two hours you two were slightly drunk and making fun comments over character that was on the screen of tv during the movie.
“So tell me Chloe, some time ago you were taking to me on the phone about that guy you were working with that just have some attitude and always have something to tell and joke about. What was his name again? Lucian?” You asked her taking other sip from glass of wine.
“Lucifer to be exact. His name is Lucifer.” on her face appeared frown and she raised her brows. “Why you asking?”
“Just asking. You like him?” Hint of concern could be felt coming from your lips.
“Of course I like him. I work with him. He’s my partner.” she responded and nervously began to rub her hands against her thighs.
“You know that’s not what I meant. Is he that handsome that it’s bothering you?” you got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to pour yourself another glass of wine since you finished the last one.
“Please stop. He’s definitely not my type. He’s arrogant, has got a big ego and always have that stupid smile on his face every time we go somewhere.” She folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes.
“Oh I hope I’ll meet him someday. I want to know who’s working with my best friend.” you winked at her and laughed along Chloe.
“Some day for sure.” Chloe was praying that this whole Lucifer topic will end with that. “Tell me you have someone?” She tried to change the topic of that conversation.
“Of course not. Some time ago I had a date with this guy named Brian but it didn’t go well and I lost hope for finding someone.” You said going back to couch and putting your glass on the coffee table that was in front of you. “Listen I’m gonna go and change because this jeans are so uncomfortable and I’m losing my shit with them” You grabbed your bag and went to bathroom to change. You picked your normal pjs which were just crop top with caption ‘Satan is my daddy’ on it and black bottoms.
“Oh Jesus Y/N what a shirt” Chloe blurted as soon as she saw you.
“It’s just a crop top Chloe. Can you just chill? We are already drinking a second bottle of wine and you still seem so stressed about something.” You declared after seeing her sitting so tense. One of the movies you’ve chosen was still playing in the room and none of you was watching it so Chloe switched it to music channel.
“Y/N I’m so sorry. I know I screwed this up. I’ve been stressed about work and Trixie and I don’t know what to do. I hoped I will invite you, we will have fun together after long time and this feelings would go away, but I guess it doesn’t go away and I can’t have fun. I messed up” she sighed and got up from the couch to just stand in front of you having her hands on your shoulder.
“We’re all humans after all, Chloe. I get it and I understand. You don’t have to worry. We can talk about it if you want and we still have time to make it fun. Go get change into your pj’s and and I’m expecting you turning back with a smile on your face.” You smirked to her and went up to set new snacks on coffee table.
When Chloe returned she didn’t have time to say anything because the bell from the door rang immediately.
“Did you invite anyone else?” You asked curiously.
“Of course not. Just you and me. No one else.” She added going to the door to check who was that. You were just standing right behind her.
She opened the door and Chloe saw the the last person she wanted to see today.
“What are you doing here?” She hissed and it was obvious that she didn’t want that person’s presence. You still couldn’t see who that person was.
“Oh don’t be so rude detective. I was in the neighbourhood and I thought that I’ll stop by with a visit.” You heard men’s strong deep voice with a British accent.
Chloe was so tired of this. She didn’t have strength to fight with that man and let him in and then you saw him. The man was a lot taller than you, shit he towered over you. You were so shock seeing that handsome man that you though that you were having a hallucinations seeing a Greek god. He had pitch black hair with little stubble. His hazel brown eyes were twisting into yours like he wanted to see every inch of your soul. Of course his devilish smile was there too to give him another hundred points to looking too fuckin’ good. He was dressed in fancy black suit and black button up that hugs his body so perfectly. You could see from distance that under all that suit he must be having a nice, trained body. Is that legal to look that handsome? You though to yourself.
“Bloody hell detective, I didn’t know you were having a company.” He sent you an evil grin and came into your way. Chloe stood there and she was about to say something when that man spoke to you.
“Hi, my name is Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.” He stepped closer to you and took your hand in his. He kissed the top of your hand.
“Like the devil?” You asked and you didn’t know if to laugh or to start panicking.
“Don’t bring my dad into this darlin’. Yeah, like the devil.” He still was having that smirk that could knock you off of your feet by any second. “And you are?”
“I’m Y/N” you gulped suddenly feeling naked under Lucifer’s gaze.
“Oh that’s a real beautiful one” he responded and lean in just to be few centimetres away from your figure. He took one of strands of your hair and put them behind your ear whispering to you. “I really like your shirt baby.”
You wanted to say something, anything but you just couldn’t. You didn’t want to believe that is was that guy Lucifer that you were asking Chloe about.
“Okey enough, Lucifer. Leave Y/N alone. What do you want?” Chloe closed the door behind him and asked Lucifer with frown on her face and furrowed brows. She had her hands on her hips and she really looked like she was not in the mood for such things.
“I said loud and clear I came just to check on you, but now as I see your friend I might want something.” He chuckled and looked at you again. You were so intimidated by his presence that you were looking down at the floor in that moment with blush creeping onto your cheeks.
“Can you stop being the perv that you actually are? If you don’t stop you’ll have to leave.” She urged staying in the hallway. Chloe really was pissed off.
“Okey dokey.” Lucifer raised his hands up in a gesture of surrender and he stepped back from you and went to the living room and you and Chloe follow along.
“Okey ladies, let’s start the night properly” Lucifer loud voice echoed through the room and you already had known that you gonna regret it later.
Chloe told you and Lucifer that she had enough of drinking and that’s it. She was not the one to convince so you and Lucifer were left to the alcohol that still was in the house. After another two bottles of wine and another two hours later in the night Chloe’s phone started buzzing and within moments she went to grab it and answered the call leaving the room. You knew you two were pretty drunk but you could still manage with yourself. Lucifer on the other hand after that two hours ended up with his shirt half unbuttoned and messed up hair after you challenged him to do so. You couldn’t get your eyes off of him sitting like that with his legs spread out and your whole body was screaming to straddle his lap. You though you were going to drool yourself at sight of his muscular torso. You felt pretty damn wet in your panties after sights like this.
“Guys I’m leaving for now. I’ll be right back but Dan called me saying that Trixie is burning up and probably having a fever. I’m going to pick her up. I have already ordered a taxi. Please don’t do something stupid. Y/N, I’m counting on you” Chloe shouted to you putting on her shoes, already changed and slumming her front door shut.
“Guess we have some time alone sweetheart.” Black-haired man said to you turning his head towards you. He put one of his massive hands on your thigh and you sighed after his touch touching your sensitive skin. Your knees were touching and you felt shiver running down your spine. His face was millimetres away from yours. The pad of his thumb running across your bottom lip making you tremble. Your breath hitched as Lucifer smirked at you.
“What do you say baby girl? I know you want me.” He seductively admitted. His deep voice echoing through your years. You felt like you were in trance. Thoughts and consequences be damned, you wanted him more than you’d ever wanted anything, and fuck anything that was in your way.
His thumb moving away from your lips as he was leaning in closer to you. His lips ghosting over yours. His hands cupped your face with his two hands caressing your cheeks. Both of you starred at each other. Your eyes fluttered closed as Lucifer laid his lips on yours. He kissed you passionately, your lips moving in sync. Lucifer’s eyes fluttering closed as well. He grabbed a hold of your hair pulling at them causing a moan felt from your lips as the kiss began to got deeper and needer. You decided to make a move and straddle his lap. His fingers moved from your jaw to your hips digging into them harshly. Your fingers quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Your hands didn’t waste time to trail down his muscular torso what made him groan into the kiss. You broke the kiss first moving your head down towards his exposed chest, pressing your lips against it. You trailed wet, sloppy kisses down his chest, then down towards his stomach. Stopping above the waistline of his pants. Lucifer smirked down at you, as you got on your knees. Looking up at him, as you undid the button of his pants, then unzipped the zip pulling his pants down, as well as his boxers, you freed his growing bulge. Lucifer let out a hiss, as his cock sprang up, while you bit your lip. You stared at his big cock in awe making your way back to the couch to sit next to him.
“You like what you see baby girl? Would you like daddy’s cock in your tight, little pussy of yours? He asked grabbing a firm hold of your jaw making you look him straight into his eyes.
“Hell yes, please daddy” you said arching your back to get some friction from your actions.
Lucifer lowered you to the mattress, your back met the rough material of the living room’s couch. It felt so inviting, so intimidating. You wanted that so badly, your entire body screamed for pleasure. You felt air leave your lungs because of the handsome man has begun to kiss your neck. Your chest were heaving, you raised a hand to the base of his neck and held him there as he sucked strong marks onto your skin. Little moan left you, while your body began to surrender to him.
“You’ll be in hell soon darlin’. Sorry baby but this shirt needs to get out with rest of your clothes but it’s so beautiful and welcoming.” He quickly made you get rid of your clothes quickly. When Lucifer bended down while still keeping his brown eyes locked with yours his tongue swiped a lick atop your breast, then immediately took your stiffened tit in his mouth to suck. His other hand worked on massaging your other breast and you forgot about everything around you and let your body take over as your mouth produced another groan. That’s when he decided to pull your nipple lightly in between his teeth.
“Oh, fuck,” you exhaled the curse in ecstasy.
“Naughty girl aren’t you.” Lucifer grinned, but his tone suggested he’s aroused with your language. His hand ran down the plane of your stomach and slipped down to feel your pulsing desire. You could see it in his eyes how pleased he is at the amount of slickness he felt coating his fingers. He toyed with your clit in deliberately slow circles, and you whined at his touch while moving your hips to receive more stimulation. But Lucifer’s fingers went on to explore further inside you, and you couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your lips as he began to stretch you. He bended down again so that his face is above yours, cologne so strong yet soothing. Lucifer’s kisses were hot and needy. His tongue made a reappearance and became acquainted with yours. Your next gasp bled into a groan into his mouth when he added another finger.
“Yeah, please daddy, I want your cock so bad inside me.” you practically begged.
His fingers may be removed from your sopping heat, but in their place, Lucifer’s bending cock slided between your legs to coat it with your wet pussy. Dark haired man finally entered you. Your back lifted off the bed as you let out a lust-filled cry. It was a tight and delicious fit with your muscles constricting around his eager girth. The man’s lips twisted up at the sound and creates his own unbridled groan.
“Spread your legs wide, babydoll. Take the devil all in.” He was so big you didn’t even know how you can adjust, but your body found a way to relax enough for Lucifer to slide in deeper.
Your eyes squeezed shut at how he stretched you fully, but your voice begged him to move, to give you more. He went on to create a steady rhythm with his hips and all with that filthy comments on how tight and perfect you felt around him. You made another desperate noise as you continue your ascent, which prompts him to ask between grunts, “Speak, love. What do you need from daddy?”
“Your big hands with your fingers daddy” you somehow told with filling voice your need amidst your hedonistic sounds.
“It’s going to the direction I didn’t know it’s going” Lucifer laughed with devilish smirk upon his face.
It was what you need after all, the extra stimulation to bring you closer and closer to what could be the strongest orgasm of your life. In a series of ‘yes’s and curses, you reached another plane of existence. Flashes of white light grew behind your eyes while your mouth widened. Lucifer, in turn, exhaled a shaky and pleasurable moan as your body repeatedly constricted and pulled around his cock.
“Oh shit, doll, just right there.” He came inside you, hot and fast, and you feel the descent of your high flow through you. Every part of you was warm and exhilarated and thoroughly pleased. When Lucifer pulled out from you, he rolled over back onto the couch. His grin read that his own desires have been fulfilled. You knew you got yourself into a deep shit and there’s no way going back.
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Enticing 4 (HS)
Summary: Harry Styles is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn’t until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry’s girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver’s mother? Where is she? Who is she?
Author's note: Hi everyone, so basically I decided last minute before posting this chapter to change the tense to present! That's why it was late! I had to go over everything! I hope you all enjoy it!
Word count: 5.2K
warnings: swearing
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Loud laughs erupt within Harry Styles house. The atmosphere is so different from usual. The rooms are illuminated, soft music is playing in the background, the fireplace is on and the living room is filled with his closest friends. It is at that particular moment that Harry can’t help feeling incredibly lucky.
Y/N sits across with him with her legs crossed as she feeds Oliver. Her hair is pushed over her shoulders as she holds the bottle to his lips and cradles his small body with her other arm. He loves seeing how much adoration and love her eyes hold whenever she looks at Oliver. She throws her head back as she laughs from what Alessandro has just shared.
Harry still isn’t sure how his friends feels about the nanny. He hopes that they will approve of her. He needs and requires validation. Harry knows he has bad taste in women. Anyone can see it by the trajectory of the various women that have been present in his life. Therefore, he wants to be sure this time around that he is seeing clearly.
“You are a fucking idiot” Michael playfully insults his friend as he sits before him. Alessandro stands in the middle of the room, reenacting the events that took place that afternoon in Paris.
“It wasn’t my fault, doofus. How was I supposed to know that they kept the bathroom outside the room?” Y/N giggles and shakes her head at the men. William is still acting a bit query around her. He is still not sure what to make of her. Even though he keeps laughing, he keeps an eye on Y/N and watches out for any red flags.
“Why naked tho? You could’ve put on pants and most importantly where was the key?”
Before Alessandro became a millionaire, he had traveled to France along with some of his friends. He had stayed in a very small apartment in Paris for Fashion Week. The building was so old that they had bathtubs in the kitchen, but the toilets outside the apartments and were shared. One day before attending one of the shows, Alessandro had decided to take a bath before dressing up. He suddenly felt the need to pee, so he rushed out of the room, across the hall to use it. Unfortunately, he had forgotten the key and the door had shut behind him. Leaving locked out with only a teeny tiny towel.
“I don’t know! I had to knock on the superintendent door after all the old ladies gawked at my dick” Harry chuckles but then notices Y/N squirming on her seat. He can see that she is uncomfortable.
“Are you alright?” He rises to his feet and approaches her. With the hope of helping her or lent her a hand.
“He is out. I am going to put him to bed” Harry settles his glass on the coffee table. For him to be able to take Oliver from her. So, she could get on her feet. “Do you want to kiss him goodnight?” Harry might think that he doesn’t spend enough time with his boy, but she has noticed the change in Oliver whenever his father is around. He loves him and already distinguishes him from the rest.
Michael, Alessandro, and William sat back and quietly watch the couple interact. Harry leaned down and kissed Oliver’s head softly.
“He is growing too quickly” He whispers, noticing how he is starting to stretch. He hates himself for not being able to around as much. He has been trying his best to be present because his greatest desire is to watch his baby boy grow. His everyday work is to provide him with a great future.
“I know. Can we stop it?” Y/N asks as they look down at the cute baby in his arms. “Make it stop” she whispers, Harry looks up at her and smiles.
“I wish I could” Harry looks into her eyes and there is a tiny moment when they feel like they are standing alone in the room. The moment is short-lived due to Oliver squirming in Harry’s arms. This father gently hands him back to Y/N thinking he is probably going annoyed by his voice.
“I’ll be right back” Harry stands back and watches her slowly go up the stairs.
“Just kiss her already” Michael is the first to talk after she disappears into the hall. “I can cut the tension with a knife” He pulls on the collar of his dress shirt.
“She is gorgeous. How do you function with her around?” Alessandro questions with his head tilted waiting for an explanation.
“She is my employee. I can’t fuck everything up just because of my stupid feelings. I can’t be that selfish” Harry sits back down on his seat, releasing a deep breath in desperation. “Isn’t she great tho?”
“She clearly likes you, Harry. Just go for it” Alessandro’s legs are crossed with his arms resting on the sides of the sofa. He holds his third glass of red wine.
“What do you think?” Harry asks William, who seems to be evaluating the situation. He leans forward, with his forearms resting on his knees and his lips pursed.
“Does she make you happy? Do you enjoy being around her?” Harry nods along. “That’s your answer then. You have to take chances even if the odds might be against you. This isn’t a business deal where you play it safe. You have to take risks”
“She is also pretty hot” Michael adds.
“It’s beyond that. She is great with Oliver and she is kind, caring, and passionate. She doesn’t put up with my bullshit either” His friends feel truly happy for him. “A few days ago, I found her admiring the sunset with Oliver. Who does that any more? It seems so ordinary to us, but for her, it’s the complete opposite. She finds pleasure in the smallest things”
“If you feel this way then take the first step. Forget about the whole nanny thing. Who cares if she works for you? No one needs to know. Either way, you’ve always kept your stuff private” William advises him.
“What about his parents?” Michael asks remembering the rest of the Styles. Mr. Styles senior always demands the best for his son. He is the type of man that tells his son who he should date and who he shouldn’t. Harry’s relationship with his father has always been rocky. It got particularly difficult when he had gotten out of college. Harry had just started working for him and had seen how badly managed the company was. The list of miscellaneous expenses that his father spend on was infinite. The list included drugs, women, and alcohol, things that had nothing to do with the company.
“Oh fuck” Alessandro can still remember how Mr. Styles almost broke a fuse when he found out that Harry was keeping Oliver and raising him. He had even heard him call Oliver a bastard son.
“Fuck them” William answers for Harry. William interjects quickly knowing that if he allows the conversation to go down that road and Harry is given enough reasons not to take the risk. He will back out for the sake of his parents. “You do you, man. You deserve to be happy and if they don’t approve of Y/N then fuck them. Either way, none of them are sleeping or sharing a bed with her. Only you”
“Look at you! Being all sweet and pro-romance. What happened in Hong Kong?” Michael asks William. “I need a nanny like Y/N for my dog”.
“YOU need a fucking nanny” Alessandro jokes making all of them laugh. William has bad luck with women. He is worse than Michael. He only has one-night stands whilst Michael at some point had gotten engaged. “Is the bambino asleep?” Alessandro questions noticing Y/N coming down the stairs with the baby monitor. Before she can answer, Mrs. Johnson, lets everyone know that the food is served.
“Where are you from Y/N?” William asks as he cuts into his perfectly cooked lamb. Mrs. Johnson has outdone herself with dinner. She had served roasted potatoes, lamb chops, asparagus, and a side salad with black truffle dressing.
“I am from Wisconsin” She has been in New York for long that she has managed to forget what was life before moving to the big apple. New York always makes her at home.
“Do you like it here?” Michael knows the struggle of adapting to the big city. Manhattan is beautiful, euphoric, and dreamy, but so much blissfulness comes at a price.
“I really do. I honestly think there is nothing else like it” Harry looks up from his plate and smiles.
“That’s because you haven’t been to Italia yet” For Alessandro, there is nothing better than his motherland. “Italy has everything you could ever wish for in one place. The food, music, art history, the ocean and most importantly the romance” Y/N still can’t understand how Alessandro manages to make everything sound like a poem. Every word that comes out of his mouth holds so much meaning or maybe it is the power of his heavy accent. Whatever it is it has the ability to make any woman melt in his arms. Although if she is ever forced to pick, she would choose Harry’s heavy English accent over his Italian.
“I would love to visit someday” She pulls on the pendant of her necklace trying to distract herself from their stares. It is somewhat intimidating. She can help thinking how happy Patrick would be if he was the one sitting on her spot.
“Someday? You should come to visit me for New Year with Harry. I’ll show you everything there is to know!” Harry usually spends Christmas in the city with his parents, but New Year’s is a different story. That night is reserved for his friends. If they aren’t in the Caribbean, then they would all fly to Italy and spend it in Rome.
“I think that would be a great idea” Harry adds before Y/N could decline the invitation. He only hopes that when New Year’s comes around, they have formalized things a bit. “I am sure you’ll love it” Michael and William share a small smile across the table before moving to another subject.
After dinner comes dessert and coffee. They sit around and talk for a few hours before Harry yawns. Alerting every one of the late hours of the night. The men all hug Y/N and wish her the best before departing.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Harry asks as they both walk upstairs. “You looked beautiful today” he manages to say as they reach the top.
“You have an amazing group of friends, Mr. Styles” Y/N feels his close proximity and instantly tenses up. They are only a step away from having their chests pressed against the other. She chooses to ignore his compliment because she doesn’t know to do respond. She has never considered herself to be a beautiful woman.
“Mr. Styles? What happened to Harry?” Harry takes the first step, closing the small space that separates them. He is close enough to smell the sweet perfume that she had applied earlier in the day. She smells like vanilla — sweet enough for him to devour.
“I just thought that” She shrugs, “You know” She is lost for words. Every bit of him overwhelms all her senses.
“What? I meant what I just said, you looked beautiful tonight” There he is again pulling at her heartstrings making her feel giddy and excited. He cups her face with a single hand. Y/N wraps an arm around his waist, gripping the sides of his shirt in the process. None of them know what to say or what to do next. They just know they like to be held by the other.
Harry can feel the heat radiating off her body and it keeps driving him crazy. His thumb lightly strokes her cheek while his other hand is wrapped around her waist. He pushes her closer to him. He is aware that the moment he kisses her there is no turning back for him. He knows he will be instantly hooked to her, like an addict to a substance. His friends were right, he has never placed his happiness as a priority, and it is finally time to do so.
Harry’s lips brush against hers, getting the first taste of her. Her lips feel just like he imagined them to be warm and soft like pillows. A smile appears across his lips when he notices how she tenses up as soon as their lips touch. Then the inevitable happens, Harry kisses her. It is firm but tender. It is a kiss that disarmed their fears. His hand slides up from her hips to the sides of her clothed body. Y/N’s grip on the baby monitor tightens with every passing second, scared to let it fall and for it to cause a disturbance. A disturbance that could end the sweet moment.
He pulls away from her with a small smile. Their eyes remain close as they each savor their intimated moment and each other’s taste. Before Y/N could say anything else, that could end everything before it even starts, he pulls her back for another toe-curling kiss. He holds her by the back of her neck, his fingers tangling on her soft hair, intensifying the kiss. It isn’t until Harry’s phone vibrates inside his pocket that they are forced to pull away.
“What?” Harry snaps as he keeps his hand on her waist in case she tries to runway.
“Sorry about the hour, Mr. Styles. But we just made a major discovery on the Canada situation” Andrew is annoyed at having to call his boss this late, but it is urgent. He was half-asleep when his phone and email had been bombarded with messages from the investigator that Harry had hired.
Harry stares down at Y/N as she stands before him. She runs her hands through her hair trying to fix it. Her lips are swollen and almost bruised because of him. He can still taste the lingering strawberry balm that previously covered her lips.
“Speak” he commands as his hand moves from her waist to her hand. She wants to run out of the room. She wants to hide behind closed doors and scream into a pillow. Harry keeps starring at her with hungry eyes as he keeps speaking through the phone. His thumb caresses the back of her hand as he tries his best to divert his attention back to Andrew.
“The accounts don’t add up” Harry and the board have been holding secret meetings and kept going through all of the accounts of each of the branches and the only one where there was always missing money was in Canada.
“We already know this, Andrew. Get to the point” He hisses growing impatient.
“It’s not only him but also his vice-president and operational manager. The missing money has been divided into equal parts and had been deposited into each of their accounts. They are also planning to see the branch to Benjamin Abbott for a substantial amount of money” Harry releases Y/N’s hand and leans against the railing of the staircase.
“Jus’ get me the fucking jet ready for tomorrow night. Don’t tell anyone” Andrew lets him know that he will be sending out the flight information before Harry hangs up. Meanwhile, Y/N stands back and watches him unravel. His jaw is clenched, and a small vein pops out of his neck. He remains silent and she isn’t sure what to do. He is so different from the man that had been kissing her and touching her so gently moments ago.
“Harry” Y/N calls out as she gently presses a hand against his back. “Is everyone alright?
“Nothing you need to worry about” He turns around and pulls her close. “It’s just some work-related bullshit” Y/N nods not wanting to push him. Harry wraps his arm around her waist and holds her. She raises a hand and softly smooths out the frown that has appeared on his face. Harry feels the anger fading out of his body in waves as her skin comes in contact with his. “I am sorry if I ruined the night for you” Y/N shakes her head.
“You haven’t. It couldn’t have gone any better” He smiles and takes her vacant hand and places a small kiss on it.
“How about you come over tomorrow and have lunch with me” He knows the perfect place. It is in Bryant Park. It has a beautiful view of the park, especially during the Fall.
“I can do that,” She says with a small smile. Harry smiles back before giving her a chaste kiss. They hold each other for a few minutes and share a few more kisses before going their separate ways. Y/N has to check on Oliver and Harry has to make plans for tomorrow.
Next morning Harry is up before the sun for his daily jog before spending an hour in the gym with his personal trainer. By the time he comes home Mrs. Johnson is the only one awake. Oliver and Y/N are still sound asleep. He wastes no time and takes a hot shower. He dresses in a fresh and crisp suit and makes sure to pack his traveling bag.
“Good morning” Harry smiles as he watches just woken up Y/N descend the stairs. Her arms are wrapped around drowsy Oliver. Harry reaches out and takes him from her, proceeding to give him a kiss on the temple.
“How’d you sleep?” Y/N pours herself a cup of coffee as she tries her best to completely wake up.
“Never slept better” Harry had gone to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. “Are you still coming today?”
“I would love to” She yawns and covers her mouth. “What time?”
“I’ll send Daniel to pick you up at 11” Y/N leans against the counter, resting her elbows on the granite while she takes sips out of her warm coffee. “Are you getting enough sleep?”
“I am. I promise” She reassures him as she notices today’s choice of suit color. It is a dark shade of grey. The first buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned giving her a peak of his tattoos. She had never expected him to be the kind of man to ink his skin. To say she is surprised is an understatement. Harry continues eating while he fed Oliver, but he feels her eyes on him.
“Is there something you would like to say, Ms. Y/L/N?” A cheeky smirk covers his face, keeping his sight fixated on his plate. Y/N feels embarrassed that he had noticed. “I have to go,” Harry says as he notices the time on his Rolex. He plants a bunch of kisses on Oliver’s soft cheeks. “I love you. Please don’t give Y/N a hard time” he tells him as he fixes the collar of his shirt.
“These are yummy” Mrs. Johnson had baked cinnamon rolls. They were straight out of the oven; warm and fluffy. Harry laughs as the nanny wipes the residual glaze from the corner of her mouth. She takes Oliver from him and instantly started bouncing him.
“I’ll see you later” They stand by the front door. It all felt very domestic for Harry. He has always been alone and how having Y/N saying goodbye to him by the entrance of his apartment while holding his son made him feel things. Emotions that he has never experienced before.
“Have a great day” She says just before he kisses her softly.
“You were right. Those are really yummy” He winks as he tastes the cinnamon on her lips before leaving her in the comfort of his home.
The car pulls into the lobby of the building of Styles Holdings. Harry basically jumped out of the car and quickly heads up towards the elevators. As soon as he steps on the elevator, the people quiet down instantly recognizing him as the man that signs their paychecks. He stands proudly in the middle with his legs parted and his hands tucked in the pockets of his coat. The men are easily intimated whereas the women can’t help but gawk at his appearance.
The rumor around the office is that Harry Styles was carved by God himself.
Andrew is already waiting by the elevator for him. Daniel had given him an ETA. He expected his boss to be extra picky and edgier than usual. Andrew had gotten up earlier than usual and had made all the necessary arrangements for their business trip. The jet and the crew are on standby for when Harry decides to jet off. The hotel, the driver, and the car are set up and waiting for them. Andrew carries countless folders that contain all of the proof that proves that Canada’s branch manager and his associates are stealing from Styles Holdings.
“Good morning, Mr. Styles”
“Tell me”
“There are videos of him getting frisky with his mistress in the office” Harry has never cared what his workers do after office hours. Unless it messes with their work which clearly was the case for Jacob Wilson. If one of those videos landed in the hands of someone with bad intentions. Styles Holdings would have to face a social scandal and that was the last thing he needs with the expansion ahead. “The Christmas bonuses were mysteriously misplaced, and everyone was sent home empty-handed. Wilson blamed it on the presidency”
It isn’t something he enjoys doing, but it is his duty to protect the company. Especially now that so many people that worked for him depend on that paycheck. He has sacrificed everything for the success of the company. He has endured long hours in the office, sacrificing time that he could have been at home enjoying his son. He has even fought with his parents for the sake of it. Harry was being forced to make an example of the people that dared to fuck with him and his company. If he had to fire everyone in the branch and switch them, then he would without a doubt.
It is only eleven- thirty and Harry has already yelled at thirty people in the course of the morning. Andrew can’t believe his ears. His shouting was heard all over the presidency. Andrew only hopes he isn’t the next victim. They are flying to Canada together and staying there for three days. It was enough time for Harry to kill him, get rid of his body, and even organize a funeral.
There is a sudden moment of silence except for the typing. It’s cut short when Harry’s phone rings, startling Andrew and Melissa who sit outside his office doors. Melissa also works for the presidency but she focuses more on internal matters. She is the one who organizes meetings, sends out memos on behalf of Harry, and is the first filter. Melissa would go through all the correspondence and would carefully select what was important enough for Harry to see. It is then sent to Andrew, who is basically in changed of getting them on Harry’s hands.
The two of them look up at each other from across the room as they hear him, greeting the other person. They quietly wait for him to start shouting, but it never comes. Andrew frowns at Melissa as they react to the odd behavior of the boss. Harry’s shoes against the hardwood floor makes them finally snap out of their confused states.
“I’ll be back in five minutes,” He says without a second look or explanation. He has a horrible headache; his muscles are tense, and he feels uncomfortable. Harry knows he should control himself, but the situation and betrayal are too much for him. He tries his best not to get blinded with anger, but he can’t resist this time around.
Downstairs, Y/N has just arrived with Oliver. He is nicely tucked into his car seat, milk-drunk, and about to fall asleep.
“I don’t understand. What’s the problem?” Y/N asks, feeling the arm that holds the car seat numbing. She had arrived fifteen minutes ago, and the receptionist was still not allowing her to enter. Y/N had asked her to call Harry, but Andrea had refused.
It is one of those days that the sun is barely out, and it barely illuminates the sky. It is windy and chilly. It looks like it’s about to pour. Y/N has decided to wear a nude, long- sleeve cardigan and some white high-waisted pants with loafers. She wants to be comfortable and has managed to look classy while doing so.
“The problem is that Mr. Styles is busy and can’t meet with you” Andrea hisses as she starts to get tired of Y/N’s persistent attitude. “Now go. I have more people to attend to” She points at the line of seven other people behind her.
Harry appears seconds before Y/N's last strand of patience snaps within her. His jaw is clenched, displaying an evident frown.
“Andrea” Harry acknowledges her gently before turning his attention towards Y/N. “Let me” he takes Oliver’s car seat from her knowing how heavy he becomes after a while.
“Mr. Styles. What a lovely surprise! What can I help you with?” Andrea flips her hair over her shoulder as she inclines forward showing her interest in the man.
“Why aren’t you allowing Y/N the entrance to my building?
“Mr. Styles, you know how it works down here. I need approval from upstairs before allowing someone like her to meet someone of your status” Andrea emphasizes on her with much bitterness and annoyance. She doesn’t understand how a random woman has managed to cause her problems with the man she fantasizes about. She also couldn’t understand Harry’s fascination with her.
“You didn’t get an approval?” Harry asks as his hand wraps around Y/N’s waist. Andrea shakes her head as her eyes drift to the position of his hand. “You are telling me that Andrew didn’t send you an email with Y/N’s name and phone number?” She keeps her mouth shut as she thinks of a clever answer. “Because if that’s the case then I’ll go upstairs and fire him” Her confidence evaporates into thin air.
Y/N turns with wide eyes. There is no hesitation or any type of remorse. He is serene and collected as if he was talking about today's forecast. Andrea becomes a stuttering mess, noticing the number of people staring as the scene unfolds before them.
“Yes, or no? It’s a very simple question, Andrea” Harry’s stern voice makes the hairs of the back of her neck rise.
“He did send an email” Harry raises an eyebrow, amused at her audacity. She had straight up lied to him to his face. If Y/N wasn’t been there he would have already fired her.
“Don’t ever lie to me again, Andrea. Let me be very clear about this. Next time that Ms. Y/L/N shows up, you better escort her up and greet her with a big smile. If I find out otherwise consider yourself fired. Do I make myself clear? Because not only you turned her way, but my son too” Harry wastes no time and guides her towards the elevator. He doesn’t wait for an answer or an apology.
The lobby continues to be dead silent until the door of their elevator shuts close. Andrea still can’t believe what had just happened. She hadn’t even noticed the presence of a baby. She wipes a single tear that has managed to slip out. Andrea composes herself and quickly gets back to work feeling embarrassed.
Andrew and Mellissa are shocked to see Harry with a woman. Harry leads Y/N quietly past his two assistants, he holds her hand tightly in his as he strides in with all his might.
“What the fuck?” Melissa whispers, “She is so fucking pretty. Where does he even get these women?”
“He ordered her online from a catalog” Melissa laughs at Andrew’s cruel humor. “Let’s hope she is not another gold-digging whore” He adds.
Inside Harry's closed doors, he places Oliver’s seat on his desk so he can easily unbuckle him and cuddle him for a few minutes. He knows he shouldn’t be disturbing with his sleep but he would be traveling tonight and he would miss him.
“Let me help you” Y/N offers as she places a burp cloth on his shoulder and helps him adjust his head on his shoulder. The last thing she wants is for Harry’s suit to get ruin.
“Thank you” Harry smiles, “So, no kiss, no hug, no nothing?” He teases her loving how adorable she looks when she is embarrassed. Y/N places a chaste kiss on his lips just enough to calm his thirst for her momentarily.
“You look gorgeous” He compliments her after noticing her appearance as her eyes scan the room.
“You don’t look so bad either” Y/N shrugs, hopping on the desk. “When are we having lunch?” She is starving and can’t wait to have some time alone with Harry.
“Actually, I took the liberty to ask Daniel to bring us the food here. I had every intention of taking you out, but because of the weather and a meeting that just came up, I decided that it would best if we stayed in” Harry can instantly see the disappointment in her eyes. “I am sorry. I’ll make it up to you” He feels like shit. The last thing he wants to do is disappoint her.
“It’s fine. I get it. You have obligations”
“Come give me a kiss then” He purges his lips for her causing her to giggle at the sight. She hops off the desk and kisses him a bit more urgently than their previous kisses. Y/N is the first to pull away leaving him in a daze. “You are going to be the death of me” She laughs at his exaggeration, but Harry means every word.
Daniel arrives a few minutes later with a few paper bags filled with delicious food from Harry’s favorite lunch café.
“Tell me about your parents” Harry wipes his mouth with a napkin. They sit on the floor with their legs stretch out. They are comfortable and the scene is intimate. Oliver is back in his car seat, sleeping allowing them to eat without any disruption. The car seat sits beside Harry just in case he is to wake up.
“My mom raised me and my sister on her own after my dad passed away” Things had been tough in her household. Her mother had struggled for quite some time. Y/N could still remember heading her mother crying at night, not knowing how she was going to be capable of paying the mortgage and for food. “Things were rough” Her eyes are glossy as the knot on her throat only grows.
“How about you?” She asks immediately causing Harry to roll his eyes at the thought of his father and all of the misery and conflict that he had managed to bring to his family. “How did you become one of Manhattan’s most eligible bachelors and youngest billionaire?”
“You googled me. Interesting, you never fail to amuse me Ms. Y/L/N” He smiles
Chapter 5
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Fiesty will get burned Sweat pea/Reader (Y/N) smut warning
Its been a rough two weeks since the Southside Serpents joined Riverdale high. But we all got used to it. The Bulldogs stopped harrasing them, the Serpents laid back and Midge was finally laid to rest with her real murderer in prison.
Toni, a Serpent girl who I befrended the first day they came in school, was sitting next to me in the school lounge. We were casually talking as usual with Betty and Ronni. Soon after Cheryl joined us and we couldn’t help but gossip around the Vixens and the latest dating rumours. The bell rang and the usual gang of boys with Serpent tattoes came our way.
Jug was talking with Archie, while Fangs and Sweet pea went for a hot cup of coffee from the machine behind me.
“When are you reptiles going to learn that you can’t be eyeing down our girls?” Reggie Mantle, in his full shine, blurted out.
“What the hell is your problem, Mantle?” Sweat Pea replied, his big body ready for a fight.
“I saw you eyeing this bimbo out” Reggie said pointing his head towards me. Sweat pea was all well familiar with my name as he usually saw me hanging all day with Toni.
“First, do not call her anything else but her name, and second, what’s the problem if I was?” he said.
“First, this asshole Foggarty was screwing Midge, and now you think you can screw another of our own?” With this words that Reggie had spoken I had had it.
“Listen you testosterone filled dickheads, I am not a piece of meat you can fight over. Lay off Mantle, screw you and your stupid Buldog shit, he can do whatever he wants.” I heard Sweat pea chuckle so I turned to him “And you arogant jackass, don’t think we all girls fall in your feet cause you’re tall and got some looks going on. We’re not that blind!” I finished off proud of myself and the shoked looks I had brought to their faces. Everyone around us, especially the Serpents, cheered me for this comment. Fangs was uncontrollably laughing behind Sweet pea's shoulder.
“Well, we have to admit you are some Serpent lady material. No one has put Sweat pea on his place that good so far.” Toni said smirking at me from her place she took next to me.
“Nor has had the balls to talk to a Serpent like you did! Watch it!” Sweat pea shortened the distance between us so I was directly looking at his face literally breathing my air in his lips.
“For sure these balls are bigger than yours, Sweat pea!” I smartmouthed him,which earned me more Serpent cheers and toast in the air from Toni and her coffee cup.
“Wanna bet on it?!” He casually laughed and raised his eyebrow at me.
“If you want to make me laugh, go ahed!” I sad
“Oh, you are fiesty one, aren’t you? I will make you scream under me!” he said so sure in himself.
“For help, you mean? Yeah, probably!” I laughed daring him to close the distance even more. I started to like this little competition we had on who will come up with more bitter comment.
“Alright, you two. If you’re gonna fuck, take it to somewhere private. We want to study here so let’s go!” Ronni had interviened to stop us from ripping each other after Reggie left the room with disgusted look on his eyes. But I can assure you, the other Serpents loved the show.
The rest of the day went pretty boring. The classes were boring, so were the homeworks and the project. Me and Toni were texting all the time. She was going back and forth how she still couldn’t believe I put Sweat pea to his place.
As I was walking out the doors towards the lot, I saw his sitting on his bike waiting for someone.
“Hey,fiesty girl!” He said when he saw me nearing him.
“What the heck do you want now, Sweat pea?” I asked as I was trying to pass him by and go to my car.
“We didn’t finish our earlier conversation. I thought you had more to say about me and my balls.” he smirked with his hands crossed in front of his chest, making it look even more muscular. I had to admit I had definitely laid eyes on him, even if Reggie was exaggerating and he did not eye me out.
“I’ve got a lot more to say if you are ready to hear it. But I’ll save it to myself. I don’t wanna hurt this little Serpent bad boy impersonator’s ego.” I said lightly patting on his chest while trying to walk away.
“Not so fast! You got my interest. Wanna go for a drive?” he said holding my hand firmly, not letting me go.
“Where are you going to take me? By the river where you plan on drawning me because I got the balls to tell you to shut the fuck up? And let me remind you that I am pretty sure my balls are bigger than yours.” I snapped back trying to yank my hand form him.
“I don’t plan on killing you. That would mean I will not see your pretty face again. Who would smartmouth me then? But I do have the intention of making you scream, as I said earlier.” he laughed out as he started the engine of his bike and shoved the helmet in my hand. “Hop on!”
I debate for a little with myself. I had interest in this ball of rage since he entered the school. As time went on and the more I hung with Toni, the more I learned that he is not that bad at all. At least I got that his honor sense was much bigger than the one any other dickhead at our age had.
“Well, are you coming?” He asked smiling, ready to drive off.
“I better be coming or you are going to be sorry for making me do this”I said as I hopped on the bike behind him.
“You never miss a change to out smart my words” He roared the machine “I have the full intention of making you come, at least a couple of times.” he added, underlining the word “come” with his tone as we drove off.
The ride was joyful but pretty soon I found myself in fron of his trailer. He stopped the engine and I got off. I gave him back the helmet. He set it down and got off the bike himself. Then we walked to the front door in complete and utter silence. He unlocked the door painfully slow to me and let me go inside first. I took a look around and turned only to find him towering me with his tall figure. I didn’t say a word nor did he. By that time we had said it all. We got the idea of what we both wanted to do with the other and so did our peers, as it seemed.
I slowly walked a few steps closer to him and I pushed his Serpent jacked off his broad shoulders. He smirked and took off his grey tee over his head revealing to me his muscular chest. I looked him from head to toe and touched his chest with my hand slowly. It made him not move an inch. I bit my lower lip and looked him straight in the eye. “Are you going to kiss me or you are going to stay here half naked the entire time?” I sad pushing myself into him.
“Not another invitation is needed, fiesty.” he answered as he closed the distance between us. His lips met mine and it all went blank. Clothes were flying everywhere around his kitchen. He reached slowly for under my bum and lifted me up to put me on the countertop. The cold tiles met my naked thighs. His lips were trailing kisses down my neck making me gasp for air with each kiss.
“Aren’t you a little too dressed for this, boy?” I asked undoing his belt and then his jeans. He didn’t respond. He was too busy taking off my underwear, letting it join the pile of clothes next to the table. He pushed down his jeans and his big and rock hard dick was exposed in front of me.
“What are you gonna say now, ha? Last chance to back out or else you will scream my name by the end of it.” he said all the while touching my already wet folds.
“I am not scared of you, Pea. Show me what you got. Prove me I was wrong.” I dared him.
Slowly he closed all space between us as he entered me in one move. How good it felt! His hands held my thighs and he started pulling out and pushing back inside making me whimp and moan loudly in his ear while he was kissing my neck. His breaths were deep and quick. His mouth eventually found its way to my breast, sucking and kissing on the skin. It made me throw my head back in pleasure.
Again in one easy motion, he picked me up again and moved me to the table. My legs wrapped around his torso to bring him even closer, if that was any possible. His trusts were getting quicker by the minute, making me slowly loose control. His lips found its way back mine and started playing dangerous game of biting and sucking.
“Girls who play with fire get their fingers burned” he wispered in my ear as he continued to pound in and out with deep trusts inside me.
“What make you think I don’t like to play with fire,ha? Maybe I will burn you more than you will burn me!” I said.
He pulled out of me and took my hand to pull me up in front of him. After that he turned me around and gently pushed me forward so I rested my palms on the surface of the table. He entered me from his position behind me and resumed fucking me hard one more time.
“You’re dripping wet, you know that? It drives me fucking crazy how wet I made you. I bet you can feel how big my balls are now. Do you have anything to say?” he hissed in my neck.
“Yes, I have. Shut up and make me feel those balls! I wanna be wet just by thinking of you and it’s not going to happen if you continue to talk.” I told him bending over a little bit more to grant him more access to me.
My moans were becoming uncontrollable by the second and so were his. I was already shaking under him as he grabbed me by the hair, gently pulling on it.
“Are you close, my fiesty girl? I can feel you getting tighter. Cum for me. I want to feel you. Scream for me as you let go. I want to hear you.” I obeyed him. I nodded my head and leaned back into him giving in completely to the sensation of my hard orgasm rocking my body. My muscles trembled and I pressed myself further into him as his name slipped off my lips. I felt him smile at the crook of my neck as he let out deep throated moan and let himself cum as well.
We were sweating and still trembling from the sex we just had. But he didn’t miss the chance to remind me what I had said.
“So, fiesty! What do you have to say now? I didn’t hear you scream for help. I heard you screaming for me not to stop and my name, as well. I guess I was right.” he said as he leaned back at the counter after he had put his boxers on.
We both knew it wasn’t going to be just a hook up fight. It all went on from there with me puting him in his place after which I was always shown what I can get if I ask politely. But to ask politely for a booty call from Sweet pea is never as fun.
I went right up to him after I put on my panties as well and pressed my body into his. “Shut the fuck up! Do you ever stop being so cocky? Bite your tongue and kiss me.” I ordered as I pulled his head down to meet my lips. He snaked his hand around my waist pulling me closer to him and giving in the kiss.
When I went into his bathroom to refresh myself after our little fiasko, I looked into the mirror and saw two big black purple hickeys on my neck. He made sure it would be visible for everyone the next day that he had proven me wrong and I learned my lesson. Oh, boy! He was in trouble and so was I.
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Fifty-Six part 2 | Feysand
Smut-fest continues, if you're enjoying this go say happy birthday to @asteria-of-mars!
Part 1 Part 3
Chapter 2: Chafing a bit?
Rhys was right about one thing- the inner circle were already seated and half way through their breakfast when they got downstairs. At the couple’s arrival, everyone looked up and greeted them warmly. They took their usual seats opposite each other, and Rhys caught Feyre’s ankles between his under the table and winked at her.
Feyre settled in between Cassian and Mor, but when the former leaned his elbow on the table and looked at her with a goofy grin, Rhys’s lips thinned.
Alright there? she asked him.
Fine, was the terse and completely unconvincing reply.
You sure you’re ready to be around other people?
Yeah, he said. I’m fine.
“So,” Cassian said, his eyes sparkling. “Mates, huh?”
Feyre rolled her eyes. “Okay, I know all of you guys knew before I did.”
“We’re sorry,” Mor blurted. “We never meant to deceive you.”
Feyre softened. “I know,” she said. “It’s okay.” Mor grinned, and heaped muffins onto Feyre’s plate.
“Welcome to the family,” she said, and it was the best thing Feyre had ever heard.
“Congratulations, both of you,” Azriel chimed in, offering her a rare smile. Feyre beamed at him.
“We’re glad to have you,” Amren said quietly, and from her, it meant the world.
The whole time, Rhys kept his eyes on Feyre, and sipped his coffee.
“We missed you guys,” Feyre said affectionately.
“Oh you did not,” Mor smiled.
But Cassian said, “Especially me, right Feyre?” and Rhys snarled.
Everyone at the table stilled, and looked at the High Lord.
“Rhys,” Feyre said. “It’s okay.” Rhys locked eyes with her for a moment, and finally nodded once. Their friends continued eating, but kept flicking wary glances in his direction. Azriel cleared his throat.
“So, since you’re back Rhys, I was hoping to have a moment to discuss Jurian’s movements. My spies in the human realm have been keeping tabs on the human queens and-”
Azriel’s attempt at distraction was interrupted by another snarl, ripping from Rhys’s throat.
“What now?” Cassian hissed at him, dropping his roll to his plate.
“Would you mind keeping your great big ape-arms to yourself?” Rhys spat back at him.
“What are you talking about?”
“Every time you move, you’re in Feyre’s space.”
“Rhys,” Feyre warned. “He’s fine.” It’s just the bond, love, she said in his mind. You’re not jealous of your brothers, remember?
Rhys did not reply. Just stared Cassian down until he shuffled further away from Feyre. Which was not very far, since the table was only so long and he was hitting the outside leg already.
“Uh, so… the human realm…” Azriel tried again.
“What about it?” Rhys asked irritably. Mor shifted in her seat. Feyre wasn’t sure whether to try to soothe or reprimand Rhys, but as Azriel talked he did seem to calm down a little. Even made a few comments on his spymaster’s plans going forward, and Feyre relaxed enough that when Cassian asked her to pass the eggs, she didn’t think too much of it. But then when Cassian took the plate from her, their fingers brushed, and in the next second Rhys was exploding across the table.
Glasses spilled and fruit rolled, and the everyone jumped back as Rhys lunged with clawed fingers and feral eyes. Amren grabbed a hold of Mor and said “Right girlie, that’s our cue to leave.” Mor shot a sympathetic glance at Feyre, then they winnowed. Az took a step forward as if he might get in between his brothers, but then thought better of it and left, too. Cassian, his nose bloodied and with egg splattered over his chest, shoved Rhys off of him with a great heave.
“Alright, alright I’m going. You big bloody baby,” he said, and then stalked out the door.
“Rhys,” Feyre began, and his head whipped round to her, teeth still bared. She held her hands up. “Rhys please calm down,” she said.
“Like hell I will,” Rhys growled, and then he lifted her by the waist and set her on the table, pushing her back among the ruined plates and stray danishes. Feyre thought to protest, but there was still testosterone rolling of Rhys in waves, and although her brain did not exactly approve of what had just happened, her body was fast taking over and by the time his lips crashed against hers, she was wrapping her legs around him and clothes were torn from their bodies in shreds.
Rhys sent apologies round after the breakfast debacle, but also stubbornly refused to admit that the mating bond was getting the better of him.
“It was just too many people at once,” he said to Feyre, after she she had taken him back to their room to wash the jam off his chest. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, while she wiped at him with a washcloth.
“It was too soon,” Feyre argued, looking him over for missed debris.
“Maybe I’ll just have them round one at a time, for now,” Rhys went on. Feyre sighed, and rinsed out the cloth. “Okay your turn,” he said, pulling her down and switching places with her. Feyre handed him the little towel, but Rhys, surveying the mix of breakfast smears and lovebites decorating her torso, decided there were better ways of cleaning her up. He licked her from navel to chin, and there was no further discussion about visitors that day.
But the next day, Feyre answered the door to Azriel while Rhys was in the bath. She was surprised to see him, and Azriel, for his part, actually looked nervous. Feyre wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him nervous.
“High Lady,” the Shadowsinger greeted her, ducking his head.
“Azriel,” she said warmly, and grasped his hand in hers. Azriel’s eyes widened, and peered through the doorway behind her. Feyre laughed.
“Don’t worry, he’s upstairs,” Feyre said. Azriel smiled.
“One can never be too careful with new mating bonds,” he said. “And Rhys… well, Rhys has taken my head off for less. Granted, that was a long time ago, but I’m assuming he’s basically a hormone-addled eighteen-year-old again.”
“That’s probably a safe assumption,” Feyre agreed, and showed him in. "Rhys is expecting you?"
“Yes, he asked me to come. I’ll, ah, wait in the study,” Azriel said, and disappeared round the corner. Feyre headed back up the stairs, where Rhys was walking out of their room towelling his hair off. Still naked and steaming from the bath. Feyre’s eyes followed the contours of his abs.
“See something you like, Feyre darling?” Rhys grinned, disappearing the towel with magic.
“Ah…” Feyre stuttered, forgetting what she was supposed to tell him. Gods, he really was a beautiful male. Rhys’s smile turned feline as he stalked toward her. Feyre stepped back as he approached, still watching the muscles shift under his tattoos. He walked her back out to the landing, and leaned her against the bannister as he bent to circle his arms around her waist.
“Cat got your tongue?” he whispered. He was so incredibly warm around her, and Feyre let her head fall back as he kissed under her ear. She struggled to remember what she came to get Rhys for.
“Oh!” she put her hands on his biceps. “Azriel…”
Rhys’s head snapped up, and his eyes were ablaze.
“Azriel?” he demanded. Before she could explain, Rhys had spun her around so fast her hands caught the bannister as she fell forward. He yanked her hips back and threw the edge of her skirt up. “I don’t want to hear another male’s name on your lips, not now and not ever,” he growled in her ear. And then he smacked her lightly across the ass. “Okay?”
Feyre was going to laugh it off and explain, but then something unfurled in her chest. “Do that again,” she breathed.
“What?” Rhys asked, dangerously low. “This?” He smacked her again, a little harder this time. Feyre’s eyes went wide, and to her surprise, heat gathered between her legs. Rhys saw it all, and a very slow, very wicked grin spread across his face.
“Do you like to be spanked, my love?” he asked. Feyre didn’t know how to answer. Rhys pushed her underwear up to expose her backside, and smoothed his hand over it. And then landed a tight slap on her bare skin.
“Oh,” Feyre gasped, arching her back. Rhys pulled her hips back further, rubbing his now hard cock against her from behind. Feyre gripped the railing more tightly, and completely forgot about the spymaster in the study. “More,” she breathed.
“You want more?” Rhys echoed. He spanked her again, and she moaned. “Is this what you were looking for?” He pushed the rest of her skirt up her back and smacked the other side of her ass. “Is this why you’re being so cruel to me,” spank, “coming to me with another male’s name in your mouth,” spank, “looking for punishment?” He yanked her underwear down so it dropped around her ankles, and landed another three slaps, each harder than the one before. Feyre cried out again and again, and was getting so wet she knew he could smell her.
“Spread your legs, darling,” he instructed her. Feyre stepped out of her underwear and leaned her forearms against the bannister. Rhys spanked her again without warning and her eyes watered.
"Oh!"
“Wider,” he snarled. Feyre obeyed, widening her stance. Rhys rubbed his hands gently over her stinging skin, and then his cock was nudging at her entrance.
“Good girl,” he crooned, and then he spanked her one more time and when she yelled out he threaded his fingers through her hair and plunged inside her.
Rhys fucked her hard, bent over the railing, tugging her head back by the hair while his free hand worked her clit. The now sensitive and reddened skin of her ass bounced against the tops of his thighs, and when her knees started to buckle Rhys let go of her hair to wrap an arm around her waist to hold her up. Every physical sensation seemed heightened unbearably, and Feyre screamed as she came.
“Who’s name, Feyre?” he asked her. “Who’s name belongs in your mouth?”
“Yours,” she gasped between spasms.
“Say it,” Rhys bit out.
“Rhys,” Feyre said. “Rhys, Rhys, oh fuck, Rhys,” and the last one drawn out in a moan. The sound of it had Rhys coming hard as she was, and she didn’t come down until he had emptied himself inside her and his forehead was damp on her back. Feyre tried to move but felt like a new foal. Rhys laughed softly and carried her back to their room in his arms.
He lay her down very gently, and pulled the blanket over her before softly stroking her hair.
“I didn’t know that about you,” he said quietly.
“What?” Feyre asked, luxuriating in his wandering touch. A laughing edge came into his voice.
“That you were such a glutton for punishment.”
Feyre blushed, and Rhys pressed his lips to her forehead. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “Half the fun of being wicked is getting to take care of you afterward.” Feyre smiled.
“I like the sound of that,” she said.
“And I quite like teaching you not to talk about other males in front of me.”
Feyre’s eyes flew open. “Oh!” she said, sitting up. “I was supposed to tell you that Azriel is here and waiting for you in the study!”
They stared at each other for a second, and the burst out laughing. Feyre covered her face in her hands, suddenly remembering the wanton sounds she had been making minutes ago and how clearly Azriel must have heard them all. Rhys peppered kisses over her cheek, and jaw, and neck, and then rolled out of bed, pulling trousers on before going downstairs to see if the Shadowsinger had stuck around.
He had not.
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mix up
Summary: A mix up with the buildings laundry was all it took to get what you always secretly wanted.
Pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (can be read as reader insert)
Wordcount: 4k+
Warnings: lots of cursing, smut (Oral; female receiving; sex), sex toys, also fluff, bad flirting as ususal
A/N: In my mind, this was a drabble. Apparently my brain had other ideas. The biggest thank you to @f0rever15elf for being my beta on this <3
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Pushing the laundry bin with your dirty laundry out of your apartment, you checked if you had everything before you locked the door of your apartment behind you. It was laundry day. Thankfully the apartment in Bogata came with a laundry service. Not that you were not able to do your own laundry, you simply didn’t have time for it. The last thing on your mind while chasing down Escobar was doing your laundry. The job took every single second of your life, even in the few times you were off from work, even in your sleep. Walking down the long hallway, the last door you passed was Javier’s. You heard him curse something in spanish before the door opened and a similar laundry bin was placed in front of his door. You tilted your head as you looked at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest, a little grin on your lips.
“What?” He asked looking down at himself.
“Nothing.” You hummed. “I love that color on you.” You winked before you walked out.
“Fuck you too.” He chuckled as he followed you.
“What? I do love it. As a matter of fact I own some pink stuff I wear occasionally.” You unlocked the car and he jumped into the passenger's seat.
Javier and you were co-workers. He had joined you in the hunt for Escobar only shortly after you arrived here from DC. You would say you even became friends. As possible as it was to become friends with him. There were only a handful of people who knew the lengths you had to go through at this job. Of course, he had tried to get into your pants first but the both of you decided it would be for the better to keep this strictly non physical. At least that’s what you told yourself.
Though secretly you felt yourself wishing it was you on the receiving end of his “affection” as you lay in bed alone at night, while he was fucking some prostitute on the other side of the building.
“I’ve never seen you wearing anything pink, Guapa.” He pushed his yellow aviators up as he reached for the pack of cigarettes. You started the engine and looked at him.
“Oh Javier… There are many things you haven’t seen me wear.” You winked. You could see when the penny dropped and he shook his head, with a small grin.
“Fuck. I didn’t even have my coffee yet and you put pictures of you in underwear inside my head?”
“I never said it was my underwear. But… That’s payback for making me listen to the moaning from your apartment last night.” You finally got the car on the road.
“Jealous?” He asked, holding his cigarette by the window. You mentioned once that you weren’t a big fan of smoke but didn’t mind it. He had made the effort to turn himself away from you from that day on when he smoked.
“More curious.” You said honestly.
“How so?” You stopped at a red light, turning your head to look at him.
“We both know you are paying most of those women, so how real is their… valuation with you if you know what I mean?” You were genuinely curious. You had two relationships before and both of them didn’t really care for your pleasure. You had been responsible for your own orgasms all your life and you were wondering…
“Oh they aren’t acting Guapa. I know what I’m doing.” He winked at you and threw his cigarette out.
“Every man says that.” You shrugged, rolling your eyes.
“Well… You’ll have to trust my word. The only way you could be sure was if I showed you, and we both agreed that nothing will ever happen between us, right?” He asked. You nodded and looked away from him, starting the car again, when the light switched to green. You didn’t notice him looking at you as you continued to drive.
“If we wouldn’t be working together, would you?” He asked as you parked the car in front of the embassy and killed the engine. The car ride had been silent since the red light.
“Would I what?” You asked pulling your purse out from the backseat.
“Let me show you that I definitely know what I’m doing?” He asked, his voice deeper as he looked into your eyes. You looked back into his and wondered if anyone had ever noticed the small caramel like spot in this right eye.
“I guess that’s another thing you will never find out, Peña.” You had a small smile on your lips, hoping to cover up your nervousness. He looked at you knowingly before he let his tongue dart out to wet his lips. You swallowed, your eyes flying to his lips before you looked up and he bit his lip.
“Shame,” he whispered before he opened the car door and got out of the car. You closed your eyes, ignoring the throbbing between your legs as you watched him go into the building.
“Fucking hell,” you muttered, shaking your head to follow him inside.
Weeks went by without either of you mentioning the conversation between you. At some point, you thought you imagined the whole thing. You continued to work together. You both took care of Steve when Connie left to go back to the states unannounced. You couldn’t blame her. You’ve been wondering yourself if what you were doing would end in catching Escobar in the end.
Javi and you were a pretty damn good team at work. He always had your back which was a gift you truly cherished. When you had first met him and Steve, you would have bet a lot of money that they would be just like the other assholes you had worked with before. But they weren’t. Of course Javier continued to flirt with you. That’s just who he was. But he also did acknowledge your intelligence and knew when he had to shut up and actually listen. You grew so comfortable with each other that just one look from the other would tell if it was a good day, or a bad day.
Today had been a bad day for you.
Not only was the lead you had chased the day before a dead end, but you just felt exhausted. Like the last weeks of working constantly came crashing down at you all at once. So you called in sick. For the first time… ever. You ignored that one of the reasons you felt so shitty was the fact that Steve and Javier had been gone for 3 days now.
A knock on your door made you groan but you made your way to open up anyway, thanking the lady with your clean laundry with a smile before you closed the door and brought it into your bedroom. Deciding to put the clothes away right now instead of letting them stay on your bed as you usually did, you frowned when you saw a very pink shirt on the bottom. You let your fingers run over the fabric. It was Javi’s shirt. The one you teased him about.
Biting your lip, you looked down at it. You should give it back to him. You knew that. But he would be gone for at least another two days and you felt lonely. You opened the buttons, pulling the shirt you were wearing off and got his shirt on. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You had never worn a shirt of a man before, and when you pictured it before you weren’t thinking about a pink shirt, or Javi’s, but somehow you liked the way it looked on you. Smiling to yourself you pulled the fabric closer and you could swear you smelled his aftershave even though it was freshly cleaned. You did spend more time than you would ever admit to anyone thinking about him. The way he walked. The way he ran his hands through his hair when he was frustrated. How you could see his chest hair when he was wearing his poorly buttoned shirts. Closing your eyes you shook your head.
Coworker. He was your Coworker.
Your very attractive Coworker who you caught undressing you with his own eyes more than once. In the quiet of your apartment you often dreamed what it would be like. Him touching you. You knew he could have anyone, yet he chose to pay for sex. He didn’t seem like he was looking to have any relationship, and you couldn’t blame him. But what if he chose you? What if he wasn’t your Coworker? What if he was just Javi? Your neighbor. What if you weren’t in Colombia chasing down drug lords?
You pictured him coming home to you and taking you on the kitchen table. Would he go down on you? You bet he would. He seemed like he enjoyed pleasuring his woman. His woman. You wanted to be his woman. Even though you knew he wasn’t looking for someone. He told you before on a very drunken night out that he sucked at relationships. He just needed someone to make him forget, someone…
A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts again. Looking at yourself you considered answering whoever was at the door dressed in this shirt but decided against it and put on your bathrobe. There was another knock at your door.
“One second!” You called pulling the bathrobe closer around your body as you unlocked your door.
“Javi?” You asked, surprised. “I thought you’d be back on Saturday.” You pulled the bathrobe around you closer, suddenly feeling too naked to be standing in front of him, even though your whole body was covered.
“You’re okay. Thank.. Fuck. You’re okay.” He sighed relieved looking at you.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” You frowned, a little confused.
“I went to the embassy and no one knew where you were and…” He closed his eyes.
“I called in sick. I’m okay. I promise.” You said quietly. He ran his hand over his mouth, his other hand on his hip as he looked at you, his eyes tired.
“Are you okay Javier?” You asked a little confused at him just showing up like that. “Why are you back already?”
“Dead end. Didn’t see the point of staying there.” He shrugged.
“Okay. Then you should go to..”
“What are you wearing there?” he asked and nodded towards you.
“Uhm…” You looked down at yourself and tried to hide your surprise at seeing a bit of the pink shirt out. You looked up at him again, and you could see his grin.
“Is that pink I see?” His grin got wider. You sucked your bottom lip in.
“I told you I wear pink. Occasionally.” You shrugged. He nodded and continued to look at you before he stepped a little closer. You could see in his eyes that he was trying to work out what was going on and you noticed the moment he made the connection. His eyes darkened and you cursed yourself for not changing out of his shirt before you answered the door.
“Is that… my shirt?” He whispered deeply. A shudder ran over your body. His hand came up, reaching for the collar that you apparently hadn’t tucked in as well as you thought you had. His finger brushed over your throat as his other hand slowly opened your bathrobe. One of your hands held your shirt together that you didn’t bother to button up. You shouldn’t have put it on in the first place.
“Fuck, you’re wearing my shirt,” he cursed. You looked up at him, breathing deeply. You weren’t wearing anything but some panties beneath it. He looked down your body before he looked up at you again, his hand running up your neck to the back of your head.
You should take a step back, turn around and get away from him. Cause the way he was looking at you made your knees weak.
“Javi, I can explain…” You mumbled, but he only shook his head slowly. The look he gave you made your poor explanation die on your lips.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered as he stepped even closer. You felt the coldness of his leather jacket as he pushed your bathrobe from your shoulders and you shivered.
“Close the door, Javier,” you whispered. He looked at you, taking you in before he turned around and closed and locked the door. Pulling off his leather jacket he let it fall to the floor as he stalked towards you.
“I will never be able to get this picture out of my head.” He said as he walked you backwards until your back hit a wall behind you.
“You… You don’t have to get this picture out of your head.” You whispered.
“No?” He asked. One of his hands coming down on your hip as his other hand brushed some of your hair away that had fallen in your face. You shook your head at him.
“If you want to see me in your shirts, make sure to leave them with me after…” You bit your lip.
“After?” He leaned down and you felt his breath on your face.
“After you’ve fucked me.” You whispered and sighed when his lips crashed down on yours. You grabbed onto his back, pulling him closer as he licked into your mouth. Parting your lips without resistance you moaned when you felt one of his hands slip down your back.
“Been dreaming about this for years.” He groaned against your lips as he kissed down your neck, pushing the shirt you were still wearing open and you saw his little smile when he saw your boobs.
“Me too.” You whimpered as his teeth scratched over your neck.
“Tell me.” He whispered, softly sucking on your pulse point on your neck before he kissed down your collarbone.
“Wanted you to feel against me. Wanted to… Ahh..” You cried out when his lips closed around one of your nipples.
“Tell me.” He groaned and looked up at you, not releasing the bud and sucked. You wouldn’t be able to continue to stand on your own feet if he kept that up.
“Wanted to taste you. Wanted you to taste me. Wanted you to…”
“Fuck you?” He asked, releasing your nipple with an obscene sound. You just nodded.
“Been wondering if you taste as good as you smell.” He whispered and kissed down your stomach.
“May I?” He knelt in front of you, his dark eyes wild as he looked up at you. You hesitated.
“I… No one ever….” You sucked your bottom lip in, shy all of the sudden. He seemed to understand immediately, cursing under his breath.
“You should be worshipped. Fucking losers. All of them.” He shook his head and got up from the ground.
“Will you let me?” He asked softly. There was nothing but affection in his eyes and you felt yourself nodding. You shrieked when he picked you up in his arms, moaning when he kissed you as he carried you to your bedroom. Carefully he set you down and you looked up at him. You wondered what this would change between you. Because you wouldn’t be able to go back to being just friends after this.
“You’re not just a fuck, hermosa.” He seemed to answer your thoughts.
“Let me feel you.” You said as you got up to stand in front of him. He didn’t stop you as you pulled his shirt out of his jeans and began to unbutton it, kissing his chest before you pulled it off. He groaned as you teased his nipple.
“Lay down on your back and let me take care of you.” He kissed you quickly and you complied, wanting to take the pink shirt off when he stopped you.
“No. Keep that on.” He smirked and you giggled.
“Whatever you want,” you hummed.
“Be careful what you wish for.” He said quietly as he looked down at you. A shiver ran over your body at the look he gave you and you could feel just how wet you were.
“What if I like playing with danger?” you asked. He furrowed his eyebrows before his hands opened the fly of his jeans. You swallowed, your eyes not leaving his as he pushed his jeans down. It was like he was challenging you to look and when you did you released a breath you couldn’t remember holding in. Of course he wasn’t wearing anything beneath his tight jeans.
When he was standing completely naked in front of you, he leaned down to slowly peel your embarrassingly damp panties down. He kissed up your leg, his mustache rubbing over the skin and you giggled when he kissed the skin behind your knees.
“Someone’s ticklish.” He mumbled against your skin.
“Maybe.” You smiled. He kissed up your inner thigh and unintentionally you wanted to close your legs but he didn’t let you.
“Let me look at you hermosa,” he whispered, looking up at you. You were only able to nod slowly.
“If this is how I die I won't complain.” He murmured before his tongue darted out to taste you. You wanted to look at him but the way he nibbled, licked, and sucked made you throw your head back, moaning loudly. You grabbed the bedsheets, trying to ground yourself as he sucked at you clit.
“So fucking good,” he groaned against you and you cried out.
“Fuck, keep going…,” you moaned. One of his hands on your stomach held you down while his other hand grabbed one of your boobs, kneading them, pulling at your nipple.
“Cum for me baby.” He whispered, his tongue dipping inside of you.
“Fuck….” You arched your back, heat rushing through your body as you almost blacked out when your orgasm washed over you.
This was unlike anything you ever felt before. You were so out of it you didn’t notice Javi stopped until his mouth was on your neck before he made you look at him. You felt his cock between your legs and you shakily breathed out, a blissful smile on your face as he leaned down to kiss you softly. You didn’t know nor did you care how long he kissed you, you just knew you never wanted to stop.
“You did enjoy that, right?” He asked and you punched against his chest, making him laugh.
“You’re awfully full of yourself, Agent Peña.” You shook your head and he cocked an eyebrow.
“What if I want you to be awfully full of myself?” He smirked.
“You did not just say that.” You snorted, shaking with laughter beneath him.
“Sorry,” he laughed with you, looking down at you.
“No you’re not.” You grinned and he chuckled.
“Do you though?” He asked, quieter now as his laughter subsided. You arched your eyebrow in question. “Want me to fuck you?” He kissed down your jaw, as he rolled his hips against yours.
“Is me naked beneath you not clue enough? I thought you knew that you were a good Agent and knew what you’re doing...” You teased, your hands wandering down his back, pulling him against you. He bit into your shoulder and you moaned.
“Oh I’m gonna show you that I know exactly…” He kissed you. You groaned as you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance. “How to make you cum.”
“Condoms... “ You gestured to your bedside drawer. He nodded, disappearing from your point of view before he was back, a dirty grin on his face.
“This is gonna be fun.” He whispered, holding a condom and your vibrator up. You blushed looking away from him.
“No need to be shy, hermosa.” He ripped the condom package open and pulled it over his hard cock. You felt his hand between your legs and you looked up at him, before two of his fingers entered you, his eyes never leaving yours.
“So If nobody ever made you cum by going down at you…” He kept fingering you slowly, adding another finger and you moaned quietly, feeling so full already.
“Did anyone ever make you cum?” He asked, his thumb slowly circling your clit and you were about to cum again when he stopped. You pouted.
“Huh?” He asked.
“Yes Javi. I made myself cum.” You groaned and he shook his head.
“Not anymore.” He hummed before you slowly felt himself push into you. You stopped breathing, looking up at him, embracing the delicious burn you felt as he split you in half. The sounds he was making would haunt you in the best way possible.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned and you released a breath when he was fully inside of you. He stilled, probably wanting you to get used to the stretch but all you wanted was..
“Move. Javi.” You pleaded and that was all he needed to hear.
“Feels better than I imagined.” He pressed, slowly fucking into you. He put your legs around his waist as he leaned down to kiss you. Holding him close, you let him fuck you, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. Never in your life did you feel that full. He kissed every piece of skin his lips came in contact with and you grabbed onto his back, surely leaving marks as he moved faster.
“Please…,” you moaned.
“Please what Hermosa?” he rasped, sucking on your shoulder.
“Harder.” You whimpered.
“You want it harder my needy girl?” he asked. You were only able to nod as he pushed away from you, pulling your legs over his shoulders. He held on to your legs before he began to ram into you.
“You want it harder. You get it harder. You get everything you fucking want.” He groaned.
“Fuck yes.” You moaned, holding onto the mattress beneath you. Closing your eyes you just let him do whatever the fuck he wanted. Never in your life had you been fucked like that. The familiar buzzing of your toy let you snap your attention back to the man curently fucking the life out of you and you almost jumped when the vibe made contact with your clit.
“Shit…,” you cried out, surprised when your orgasm washed over you within seconds.
“Fuck fuck….” Javie groaned, fucking you through your orgasm, throwing the vibe away.
“Can you give me one more?” He asked. You shook your head, still trying to breath properly, when he pulled out of you and turned you so you were straddling him.
“Ride me baby.” He smiled up at you. You leaned down, kissing him longingly before you carefully sat down on his cock.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said in awe, looking up at you as you slowly rolled your hips, still oversensensetive from your orgasm. Both of his hands sneaked under his shirt you were still wearing, massaging your boobs.
“You gonna give me one more, hermosa?” He moaned quietly, pushing himself up, his arms coming around you, his chest against you as he moved his hips against yours.
“Javi…” You whimpered, holding on to his shoulders.
“Tell me what you need…”
“Kiss me,” you whispered. His lips were on you in the next moment and you shook as you felt your third orgasm approaching.
“Cum for me, Javi,” you whispered, clenching your walls, one of your hands pulling at his hair. He moaned against your chest as you felt him swell before he twitched and that was all it took for you to cum again.
Out of breath you held on to each other, your head on top of his, his lips still attached to your boob.
“We should have done this sooner,” he chuckled and you smiled as you looked at him.
“We should have,” you agreed. You felt him soften inside of you but not you nor him were ready to let go of one another. You kissed him softly.
“We could do this again, you know?” You said carefully. You knew you wouldn’t be able to share him with anyone, he had to know. He looked at you.“But I’m not sharing what’s mine,” you added.
“Yours, huh?” He asked, a little smile on his face. You nodded.
“I like the sound of that.” He said before he kissed you deeply.
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Country College (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister Imagine; Part of AU-gust)
A/N: Thank you for reading! Remember to like/reblog and comment! I'm also donating all the proceeds that from my buy me a coffee account to Save The Children to help the children of Afghanistan. Buy me a coffee link here.
Also, here's the playlist of songs I listened to while writing this and some of these songs are actually mentioned in the imagine in case you guys wanted to listen while reading: Country College AU playlist.
I went on vacation and I swear, this entire imagine was based on stuff I did in Tennessee and country songs I listened to while there.
Anyway, enjoy!
"You got everything?" Jay asked you at six in the morning.
"For the last damn time, Jay, yes, I have everything," you answered as you jumped in the passenger seat of his truck and put your backpack at your feet and your tumbler of coffee in a cup holder.
"Jesus. I was just asking because I will not be turning this truck around," he said as he moved around the basket of snacks in the backseat so that the two of you could reach them easier. "Someone's cranky."
"Yes. When I finally got to sleep at 12:30 last night and had to wake up at 4:30, I'm gonna be cranky. Please tell me we're stopping for coffee."
"You already have coffee," Will said as he walked up to the truck. "Why do you need more?"
"Shut up. I know for a fact you drink way more coffee than I do, Mr. Med Student."
"Jesus, Jay. You sure you're gonna be able to put up with her for eight and a half hours?" Will asked.
"I dunno, man. Maybe I'll make her ride with you," he joked.
"Yeah, no way in hell that's happening," Will said.
"In all seriousness," Jay started, "stop for coffee in about an hour and a half?"
"Sounds good to me," you agreed.
"Same here. I only have to ditch you guys when we get like eight hours in," Will said.
"Gonna be weird not having you on the drive down, man," Jay mused.
"Yeah, but at least we can meet up at the rest stops and we'll be in the same state."
"Are we gonna go?" you asked. "If you two were just gonna talk, I could've slept for an extra ten minutes."
"Holy shit," Jay muttered. He turned to Will. "Guess we should get going then."
"Yeah, see you in an hour and a half. Don't piss off the driver too much, Y/N."
You rolled your eyes. "Goodbye, Will."
Will got in his car and Jay got in the driver's side of his truck.
"Eight and a half hour drive plus traffic," Jay started as you both pulled out of the driveway, "so how do want to split it up?"
"I'm tired and I wanna sleep and I don't want to drive through Knoxville because I have no idea where to go," you answered as you pulled your headphones out of your backpack.
"Okay, Miss Sassy Pants. You can drive in the middle, through Kentucky. Might hit traffic, but we'll hit traffic in Tennessee, too, so we'll both have to drive through it. Just please, do not crash my truck."
"Relax. I know how to drive. Just make sure Will stays on your ass the entire time so we don't lose each other."
***
"And, we're officially in Kentucky!" Jay announced. "Time to change the music. At the next rest stop, we'll pull over and go to the bathroom and grab some lunch."
"Jay! You can't be on your phone while you're driving!" you yelled as he reached for his phone in the cup holder, which was also acting as the GPS...even though Jay claimed he could get there without it.
"Y/N, I'm fine. I've done this for three years now. I think I know what I'm doing."
"If you say so."
He turned on a song you didn't know.
"Got a truck, get it lifted," Jay started to sing.
"The hell is this?" you asked.
"Country music. Gets changed from pop to country the second we cross the border into Kentucky. Now, shh. This is a good song. You'll like it. It's upbeat."
Jay drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and sang quietly to Redneck Be Like by Thomas Rhett as he drove while you listened. He was right. It was a pretty good song.
"All day in the sun, always havin' fun, always gettin' stuck in that muddy river. Always got a buzz, always double cup..."
"You'll know the next one," Jay promised.
"And you know this how?" you asked.
"Because it's on Tiktok. When we get there, Adam and Hailey are gonna have to teach you some southern culture."
"So, I'm gonna need a definition of southern culture."
"You'll see when you get there. Now listen. I know you know this part."
Yeah we fancy like Applebee's...
Jay was right: you did know this song. It was Fancy Like by Walker Hayes.
"On a date night," you sang along. "Got that Bourbon street steak..." Jay joined in. "With the Oreo shake. Get some whipped cream on the top, too. Two straws, one check, girl I got you. Yeah we Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam..."
Five minutes later, you pulled off to a rest stop with a McDonald's nearby. Jay and Will filled up their vehicles while you ran inside to go to the bathroom. Once you were inside McDonald's and at a table eating, you asked Will if it was true that he and Jay always changed it to country music when they crossed the border into Kentucky. Will said yes, so you knew you were in for a long car ride. Then, you and Jay switched so that you were now the one driving and you were off again.
***
Hours later, Will took a different exit to get to Nashville and gave you and Jay a salute to tell you goodbye when he changed lanes and then took the exit.
"Not long now," Jay told you. "You excited?"
"Yeah, but a little nervous," you replied.
"Oh, don't be nervous. They're all really nice. And you've already met Hailey, so that helps."
"Yeah, she was nice. She had a cute little southern accent, too."
"One of the many reasons I fell in love with her in the first place."
Before Jay left for a weekend last summer to meet Hailey halfway and then stay in a hotel for a weekend to spend time with her, he finally told you the story of how he and Hailey met.
"Hey, we're goin' to the marketplace," Adam said on the first weekend of their junior year. "You and Will up for it?"
"Uh, Will's studying like normal. I'm up for it. Kim coming, too?" Jay asked.
"I promised her ice cream, so yeah, she's comin'. Baby, you ready?" he yelled down the hall.
"I'm coming, Adam!" Kim yelled back and then walked out of the bathroom.
"Let's go and make some bad decisions," Adam stated, causing Jay and Kim to laugh.
"We can't even buy alcohol yet, you dummy," Kim said.
"I may be a dummy, but you love me." Then, Adam gave Kim a kiss on the cheek.
"Please stop before I puke," Jay said and made a gagging face.
Adam rolled his eyes. "Let's get outta here."
***
Kim was laughing at a horrible joke Adam made while he had his arm slung around him. He had taken off his signature cowboy hat and had let Kim wear it because she forgot her sunglasses. Adam said he felt naked without it on.
They were walking towards Kilwin's when Jay spotted it: a homeless guy next to a blonde who couldn't be more than college age.
"Man, look," Jay pointed.
The three walked faster.
"No, this is for my friend back at the dorm," the girl explained.
"Lady, I'm hungry. Can I please just have your leftovers?" the guy asked.
"I'm sorry you're hungry, but this is for my friend."
The guy reached for the food.
"Hey, that girl sits behind me in my women and the law class," Kim stated.
Jay, Adam, and Kim took off on a run.
"Hey, baby," Jay said and slung an arm around the girl. He leaned in close to her. "Just go with it," he whispered in her ear. "You got Anna's food?"
"Yeah," the girl said hesitantly. But then, she realized that this guy was trying to help her out. And, he was pretty sure that the girl with him sat in front of her in her women and the law class. "Yeah, I've got her food."
Jay raised an eyebrow at the guy and then looked at Adam as if asking the man to try the two of them.
"Alright, well y'all have a good night now," he said and then turned around and walked away.
Once the man was a few shops down, Jay took his arm off of her. "Sorry about that. Just thought you might need some help," he said.
"Was greatly appreciated, thank you, uh..."
"Jay."
"Jay, well I'm Hailey. Nice to meet you."
He didn't miss her cute little southern accent and he loved it.
"You getting ice cream?" he asked.
"No, I uh was just textin' my roommate to tell her I'd be back soon."
"Well, I-- we'd feel much better if you came into Kilwin's with us. Just so that creeper doesn't come back."
Hailey smiled and agreed.
Kim and Hailey started talking about their class while Adam and Jay ordered their ice cream. Then Kim ordered.
"You want anything, Hailey?" Jay asked.
"Oh no, I'm fine, thank you, though."
Jay nodded, but then turned to the worker. "And can I also get a single scoop of chocolate in a waffle cone, please?"
"Sure thing." As she scooped it out, Hailey looked at Jay and he just shrugged.
When they got to the cashier, Hailey pulled out some money and tried to hand it to Jay.
"I've got it," he said.
"But--"
"Hailey, it's fine. I can pay for a little ice cream."
She loved the way her name rolled off his tongue.
"Okay." She took her ice cream cone.
"Hey, Hailey," Kim began when they walked out of Kilwin's. "Do you have friends you need to meet up with?"
"No, I was just gonna head back to my dorm," she replied.
"Oh, did you drive?"
"No, I walked. It's only like a twenty-minute walk from the sophomore dorms."
"Well, after all that, I'm pretty sure we'd all feel more comfortable if you rode home with us."
"I don't know..." Hailey trailed off.
"Those dorms are only like five minutes away from the house we stay at. And, it's on our way there anyway. Please, just come with us."
Hailey sighed. It would be a lot faster than walking. "Okay."
Then, they finished their walk to Adam's truck and the two girls got in the backseat and the two boys got in the front.
And that is how Jay Halstead met the sweet Georgia peach that is Hailey Anne Upton.
***
Jay, Adam, Will, Kim, and Hailey were all at a sports bar one Saturday night in October. It was loud, it was rowdy, everyone was going crazy over the football game on tv, and Hailey was totally over it. And Jay noticed.
"Hey," Jay whispered from his seat next to her. "You wanna get outta here?"
She turned and raised an eyebrow at him. "You'd wanna leave and not finish the game?"
In the past two months, Hailey had been spending a lot of time with Kim, and by default, she had been spending a lot of time with Adam, Jay, and Will. She will admit going over to their three-bedroom house they all rented together was a lot better than being stuck in her small dorm with her roommate. So, she went over there quite a bit to study with Kim. And, turns out she and Jay were both law studies majors, so they had a lot of the same classes, but they were in different sections, so they did a lot of studying together, too. And, she knew like most college boys, Jay loved his football. Not as much as Adam, but he watched it whenever one of his teams were playing. Which, was Chicago or Tennessee.
"Yeah," Jay started, "it's kinda loud in here anyway. And, it's just Tennessee playing. I'd be more likely to stay if the Bears were playing."
"Okay, let's get outta here. I know a great little diner we can go to for milkshakes. Pretty sure they're open until 11 and it's only 10, so we should be able to make it."
"Adam," Jay said over the game. Adam turned to face Jay. "Me and Hailey are gonna get out of here. I'll see you back at home."
"See you," Adam said and then turned back to his game.
"Guess we know where his loyalties lie," Hailey laughed.
The two of them stood up from their chairs at the table.
"You better get my friend home safe, Halstead!" Kim yelled.
"Yes ma'am," he said, borrowing a line from Adam. "You've got nothing to worry about."
Then, the two of them made their way out of the local sports bar and to Jay's truck.
***
"You've gotta be kiddin' me," Hailey said as the two of them walked up to the diner. "They're closed. Closed at 10 and not at 11. I'm really sorry, Jay."
"That's okay. Got anywhere else you wanna go? Or I can just take you back to your dorm if you want?" Jay suggested.
She sighed. "Just take me back I guess."
The two of them walked back to Jay's truck and got in. Hailey gasped at the song that was on the radio.
"What?" Jay asked, quickly turning to look at Hailey.
"This is my favorite song!"
Lights go down, wheels go around. I'm taking you home. Hoping for a slow song to come on the radio now.
Slow Dance in a Parking Lot by Jordan Davis continued to play through the speakers of Jay's truck.
"What's it about?" Jay asked.
"Slow dancing in a parking lot."
Jay listened to a few more lines and then decided to turn up the radio and jump out of the car.
"Jay, what are you--"
But he was already at her side of the car and pulled her door open.
"Dance with me?" he asked, sticking his hand out for her to take.
"What?" she laughed as a huge smile grew on her face.
"You said the song's about slow dancing in a parking lot and we're in an empty parking lot, so, why not recreate the song?"
Hailey laughed once more and shook her head and then grabbed Jay's hand. He helped her out of his truck and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist and they swayed to the music.
"Slow dance with you. Spinning you round by the Walmart sign and moving our feet over the painted white lines. Getting close to you. Making the most of whatever we got, even if it's just slow dance in a parking lot," Hailey sang quietly.
"Spin," Jay said as he held his hand up.
"What?"
"Spinning you round just like the song says."
Hailey laughed and reached for his hand and did a spin.
"Beautiful," Jay complimented.
"Yeah, right. That's was probably the messiest spin known to man."
"Well, um, it was beautiful. You're beautiful, Hailey."
She was glad it was dark so that Jay couldn't see the heat that rose to her cheeks.
"You're somethin' else, but thank you." She rested her head on his chest as they swayed to the rhythm of the rest of the song.
The song ended and the broadcaster started talking.
"Can I kiss you?" Jay asked.
"What?" she pulled away from his chest.
"I asked if I could kiss you. Was that too much? You know what, just forget--"
"Yes, Jay, kiss me," Hailey smiled and then she and Jay both leaned in.
It was just a peck, but it was their first kiss and despite it being in a dark parking lot late at night, it was still magical.
"You know," Jay began once the quick kiss was over, "there's a Walmart across the street. What do you say we go grab pints of ice cream from there and then you can show me your favorite country songs?"
"I'd like that. Adam didn't show you enough?" she asked.
"I've only got like thirty I like. I need to expand my horizons."
"Okay, let's go."
They held hands in Walmart and then picked out their respective pints of ice cream. Then, they went back to the parking lot of the closed diner and Jay plugged in the aux, allowing Hailey to show him her favorite country songs while they ate their ice cream from the pint and even shared with each other.
Hailey knew nobody would have a first kiss story like that.
Then, at the beginning of the winter semester, Hailey's roommate decided not to live in the dorms anymore. Hailey couldn't afford to pay for a dorm all by herself, so Kim offered to let her stay with her, Jay, Adam, and Will. So, that's how she ended up living with her boyfriend and sharing a room with her best friend, Kim Burgess.
"We're here," Jay announced. "Well, actually, we're a few streets away, but that's one of the lecture halls on your right."
You looked out the window to see a big red and brown brick building with white pillars on the steps. There was also a white sign telling you what building this was.
"Wow," you said in awe. "It's like those old-fashioned colleges. I love it."
"Well, we'll give you a tour and help you find your classes sometime this weekend before classes start on Tuesday. That way, you aren't getting lost on the first day. But, we'll head to the house for now and get all unpacked."
"Sounds good to me."
Five minutes and a few back roads later, you pulled up to a simple two-story brick house.
"Alright, let's get our stuff out and get inside," Jay said.
You stepped out of the truck and started grabbing some stuff out of the back seat.
"I'll jump in the truck and hand you the suitcases. Think you can grab them when I hand them to you?"
You nodded.
"Halstead!" you heard someone shout and you and Jay both whipped your heads around to see Hailey and Adam walking out of the garage and toward the two of you. Adam, well who you assumed was Adam, was carrying two cowboy hats and he and Hailey each had one on themselves.
"Catch!" Adam said and threw one to Jay where he was standing in the box of the truck. Jay easily caught it and placed it on his head.
Adam walked over to you. "And one for you, darlin'," he said as he placed the hat on your head.
"Thank you," you said. "But I thought Kim was darlin'," you said. It'd make sense because if this guy was in fact Adam, then he and Kim were dating.
"You didn't tell her?" Hailey asked Jay.
"Didn't think there'd be a need to." Jay shrugged.
"Tell me what?" you asked.
"Well, Adam calls every girl darlin'," Jay explained. "It's just normal for him. And, down here, you're gonna get a lot of huns, sweeties, and sweethearts. A lot of waiters and waitresses do that here."
"And what do they call you two?" you asked, motioning to Jay and Adam.
"Sir," they said in unison.
"Oh, and you'll occasionally get a ma'am," Hailey added. "But, that one's rare because we don't look old enough to be called ma'am."
"Okay. And, uh, not to be rude, but what's with the cowboy hats?" you asked.
"It's a tradition we just started last year," Adam explained. "We unpack, wear cowboy hats, and drink moonshine. Oh, I'm Adam by the way, darlin'."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N."
Jay handed you a suitcase and you set it on the ground. Then, you did the same thing with two more suitcases.
You grabbed your backpack from the front seat, your duffle bag from the back, and your two suitcases.
"Here, I can take those two for you," Adam said.
"Oh, okay," you said and then allowed him to take the two suitcases from you. So this is what Jay meant by southern hospitality since Adam was from Tennessee and all.
"Jay, lemme take your suitcase," Hailey said.
"Baby, I've got it," Jay argued as he jumped out of the box of his truck and closed the tailgate.
"The hell you do," she argued. "I see all your other stuff in the backseat and that basket of snacks you gotta carry in, too. Just lemme take your one suitcase."
"Let 'er take the suitcase, Halstead. Best to listen to your lady," Adam said.
"I like Adam already," you laughed.
He let go of one of the suitcases and tipped his hat. "Thank you, darlin'."
This caused all four of you to laugh and then you all went inside carrying both yours and Jay's stuff in one trip between the four of you.
***
"Shine in the fridge?" Jay asked after you and he had brought all your stuff to your room.
"Shine, Jay? How southern do you get when you're here?" you asked.
"Oh, he gets pretty southern, hun," Hailey said.
"See?" Jay asked as he pointed to Hailey. "Told you you'd get called hun."
"So, Adam's thing is darlin' and Hailey's is hun?" Hailey nodded. "And it's because you're from Georgia and he's from Tennessee?"
"That's right, darlin'," Adam confirmed and then turned back to Jay. "Yeah, shine's in the fridge. And Kim just texted and said she's on the way back with pizza."
"You got apple pie flavored shine?" Jay asked.
"Hang on. I'm just gonna grab 'em."
The three of you sat down on the bar stools at the counter and waited for Adam to pull them out.
"Alright," Adam started after he put the bottles of moonshine with sip lids on the counter. "We have peach for Miss Georgia Peach." He passed the peach bottle of moonshine to Hailey. "We've got apple pie shine for me and Jay. We've got strawberries and creme for Kim because that's her favorite." He turned to you. "And for you, I got you blackberry because it's not that high of a proof, so it's not that strong." He slid the jar to you.
"Nuh uh," Jay said quickly and grabbed the bottle.
"What the hell, Jay? Give it back! Adam said it's for me, not you!" you argued.
"Last I checked, you're only eighteen."
"Last I checked, Dad's not here. And I know for a fact you drank before you were 21, so pass me the blackberry shine, please."
"I'll take the first sip and then you can have it." He made sure the straw part was open and then he took a sip. "Adam, that shit's like a chaser compared to the apple pie one."
"I know. That's why I got 'er that one," Adam said.
You heard a door shut.
"Pizza's here!" Kim announced.
She walked into the kitchen with three boxes of pizza.
"I got us three pies," she said as she set them down on the counter. "We got one pepperoni and green olive, one supreme, and one meat lovers." She turned to you. "And you must be Y/N. I'm Kim. I see Adam already got you started on that Tennessee moonshine."
"Nice to meet you," you said. "You're from New York, right?"
"Yup, not New York City, though. More upstate."
"Of course she's from New York, Y/N!" Jay exclaimed. "Who else would call pizza a pie except for a true New Yorker?"
"I'll take that as a compliment. Thanks, Jay."
Jay raised his bottle of apple pie moonshine in a fake cheers and then took a sip.
"Now that's the strong shit I need to start off this semester right," he announced and then set the bottle down.
"Oh, and if your brother didn't tell you yet, he turns into a borderline alcoholic when he's at school," Kim told you.
You laughed. "He didn't tell me that, no."
"Better than being a caffeine addict like Kim and Hailey here," Jay argued.
"Shut up," Hailey said. "You know you're a caffeine addict during finals week just the rest of us."
"I was a caffeine addict in high school, so we'll see what happens," you shrugged.
Kim grabbed a stack of paper plates and set them on one of the pizza boxes. "Dig in. Oh, Y/N, did Adam get you the blackberry flavored moonshine?"
"He did. Haven't tried it yet because Jay has yet to give it back to me."
Kim quickly reached down and grabbed the jar of moonshine.
"Hey, Kim! She's only 18!" Jay protested.
"So? I know you drank an insane amount during your freshman year. So shut it." Kim popped open the sipping lid. "Taste."
You took a sip. It did taste like blackberry, but it was also sort of strong, but it didn't burn your throat that bad like you had read in books that alcohol did.
"This is actually pretty good."
"I know, right? And, me and Hailey will let you try ours when we help you unpack," Kim said. "But, do not try the kind the boys have because it's nasty."
"Baby, I don't know what you have against apple pie moonshine, but it's good," Adam said and then took a sip of his moonshine. Kim rolled her eyes. Adam leaned across the counter. "The New York in her is coming out, darlin'."
"Oh, shut up," Kim said and reached over to steal Adam's cowboy hat off his head.
"Baby, now I feel naked without it," Adam argued and tried to reach for the hat.
"Sucks for you. Now eat your pizza before it gets cold."
***
"Morning," Jay said when you walked into the kitchen the next morning. "How'd you sleep?"
"Good. it's nice not having to share a room with anyone like you and Adam, and then Hailey and Kim have to. It was fun having them help me unpack last night, though," you said.
Last night, Kim and Hailey had helped you unpack and when you mentioned that you didn't really know any country music, Hailey pulled up all of her favorite country songs to play for you. You especially liked Girl in a Country Song by Maddie and Tae. They showed you the music video for that song and it was about how, in most country music videos, girls had to dress up in little skimpy outfits and have the boys just stare at them all day. So, in their music video, they changed the roles, and the guys had to dress in skimpy clothing in the music video. It was pretty funny and the song was catchy.
"Let me guess," Jay began, "Hailey showed you some good country music?"
"Yup. The songs she showed me were pretty good, pretty upbeat. Didn't sound like a cat being put in a blender like old-fashioned country, so I guess that's good."
"What do you have against old-fashioned country, darlin'?" Adam asked as he walked into the kitchen.
"I dunno." You shrugged. "Too slow for me and I just don't like the voices I guess."
"You know what we ought to do, Jay?" Adam asked and Jay raised his eyebrows, silently telling adam to continue. "We should show her all the songs that are mentioned in What's Your Country Song."
"Wait, wait. I think I know that one. I think Hailey played it for me last night. Is it the one that mentions Chatta- Chatta..."
"Chattahoochee?" Adam asked.
"Yeah, that funny word. What even is that anyway?"
"It's a river that runs through Georgia," Jay answered. "Pretty sure Hailey used to go tubing down it like we're gonna do today."
You furrowed your eyebrows. "We're going tubing? Like behind a boat?"
Adam laughed. "Christ, Jay! Do you tell her anything?"
"He doesn't," you answered. "So, explain, one of you."
"Alright, I'll do it," Jay said as he poured milk on top of a bowl of Raisin Bran. You looked at him intently. "What we do is, the first Saturday that we're all together before school starts, we go on tubes and float down the Tennessee River. We bring a cooler full of snacks, sandwiches, booze, and water, and a waterproof speaker and we just have a fun time. Oh, and this year, you're the DD."
"Me?" you asked as you pointed to yourself. Jay nodded. "But I don't know where to go! I haven't even been in Tennessee for a full 24 hours yet!"
"Kim's like the mom of the group," Adam supplied. "So she'll still be pretty lucid and could probably drive if she needs to. But, she'll at least be able to give you directions on how to get back here."
You sighed. "Good. That makes me feel a lot better."
"Where are the other two girls anyway?" Adam asked. "They're usually up a lot earlier than we are when we go on the river."
"I think they were a little buzzed last night," you said. "Might still be sleeping."
While you were unpacking, you took a few sips of your jar of blackberry moonshine, but not a lot. You'd never really drank before, much less drank moonshine and you didn't really feel like puking from being drunk or having a killer headache from a hangover...at least, that's what you thought happened from what you had read in books and seen in movies and tv shows. But, Kim and Hailey had each finished like a quarter of their jar, so they had been buzzed last night. They weren't drunk because they could still walk in a straight line and knew what they were talking about, but they did have little dopey smiles on their faces while they helped you unpack.
"She's right," Kim said as she and Hailey walked into the kitchen. Hailey's hair was wrapped in a towel, alerting you that she had just taken a shower. "Adam, can you grab me an Advil?" She took a seat on a stool and put her head in her hands. "My head is fucking killing me. I didn't even think I drank that much."
Adam laughed. "You do this every semester, baby. First shine of the year and you always drink a little too much." He handed her the pills and a cup of water and Kim quickly washed the pills down.
"I just need some coffee," Hailey announced.
"We know, you don't get hangover headaches," Kim groaned.
"Yeah, but I feel exhausted all day. Everyone goin' for coffee? I'll make a bigger pot if that's the case."
Everyone said yes and Hailey started on the coffee.
***
"Okay, we got the tubes, the speaker, swimsuits are on, we have the towels, cooler," Jay rattled off as the five of you sat in his truck. "Anyone double-check the cooler?"
"I did," Hailey said. "We got water, the same shine from last night, some white claws, the sandwiches me and Kim made for everyone, chips, and a few other snacks."
"And I threw in a little first aid kit with bandaids, alcohol swabs, Neosporin, and other stuff. And I've got the sunscreen, too," Kim said.
"See, what'd I tell you, darlin'?" Adam asked as he turned around from his spot in the passenger seat. "Kim's the mom of the group."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Kim said. "It means I'm responsible and prepared."
"Those two would get so damn sunburned and dehydrated if it weren't for Kim," Hailey said as she pointed to Jay and Adam in the two front seats.
"Thanks, Hails," Jay replied sarcastically. "Real nice."
"You're welcome," she said with a smile.
You leaned your head against the window. You were supposed to get stuck in the middle, but seeing as you got car sick easily, Kim said she'd switch spots with you.
"You okay?" Kim asked.
"Yeah, just, Jay really needs to turn on the AC before I throw up from motion sickness and how damn hot it is in here."
"Least you got that cowboy hat to puke in if you need to," Jay laughed as he reached for the AC. "You better not puke in my tuck or you will be walking home."
Adam smacked him upside the head.
"Ow!" Jay exclaimed and took one hand off the wheel and rubbed the back of his head. "The hell was that for?"
"Dude, be nice! Look at her!" Adam exclaimed.
Jay looked in the rearview mirror and saw you leaning your head against the window with your eyes closed and pinching your nose. You groaned.
"Here," Jay said and tossed you a blue bottle of Gatorade from his cup holder. "Drink this. Get you some hydration and electrolytes."
You took a few sips and then handed the bottle back to him. "Thanks."
"Mhm."
Kim moved the vents so that the AC was blowing on you more. "That help?"
"Little bit, thanks."
"Think you'll be good to go down the river?" Jay asked.
"Yeah, because then I won't be trapped in a hot box going sixty down the road!"
"She's right about that," Adam agreed. "You'll be lucky if you go five miles per hour, darlin'."
"Alright, so the motion sickness should stop. Thank God."
"Just rest your head against the window and listen to some country music," Jay said. "Speaking of that, who's controlling the music on the river?"
"I got it," Adam volunteered. "Everyone give me a song and I'll get the queue started."
***
You had been going down the river for about half an hour now and had finished a bottle of water and eaten a banana, too. You felt fine now. Adam was right, you were going slow enough that you didn't get sick, and you also weren't in the backseat of a truck.
"Hey, Kim," you started, "can you pass me my moonshine?"
"Mhm," she said. You guys had tied a cooler to a tube, which was then tied to Kim's tube. Because, the boys figured that between the five of you, she was the most responsible. They toyed with tying it to your tube because you probably wouldn't get shitfaced (like the boys most likely would) since you were underage, but you had never gone tubing down the Tennessee River before, so they decided on Kim. "Here, Hailey, hold my white claw."
She passed Hailey her drink and then maneuvered the cooler towards her, opened it, and handed you your moonshine.
"Thank you," you said and popped open the sip lid and took a sip. "Ahhh."
"Hey, drink it slow," Adam warned, turning towards you and practically yelling over the music. He and Jay were in front of the three of you girls so they could tell you if there were a ton of rocks coming or if it was super shallow coming up. "Heat makes getting drunk a lot easier because you keep drinking it because you're so thirsty."
"I don't think that's how it works, man, but whatever you say," Jay laughed.
Another song started.
"Hey!" you yelled. "I know this song!"
"Yeah, because it's old as hell," Jay laughed.
"Shut up! I like it!"
Baby you a song you make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise. Down a back road, blowin' stop signs through the middle every little farm town with you.
"And this brand new Chevy with a lift kit, would look a hell of a lot better with you up in it. Baby you a song, you make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise," the five of you sang Cruise by Florida Georgia Line while holding your drinks in pure happiness.
Because of this, you didn't notice Jay drifting off to the side toward the trees.
Jay let out a sinister laugh as he got closer. "C'mere, buddy, c'mere." The black snake stuck his tongue out and hissed. "Yeah, I know, you wanna scare Y/N, too." Jay held his hand out toward the snake. "I'm nice, I promise." The snake slithered and went up on Jay's hand and started up his arm. He turned once most of the snake was on him. He started using his other hand to paddle himself back toward the group. "Y/N!"
You turned and looked at him. You saw the snake on his arm and tears pricked your eyes. "No! No!" you shouted.
Snakes were your biggest fear and knowing that they were in the river that you were in right now was absolutely terrifying to you. And, with each paddle, Jay and the snake were coming closer and closer to you.
"Jay, please, please!"
Adam turned and looked at Jay and then back to you. "She scared of snakes?" You quickly nodded as tears ran down your face. "Jay! Stop! She's terrified!"
Jay laughed. "No!"
He was coming closer and closer to you.
Adam quickly paddled over to you and went in front of you. "I won't let it go near you, darlin', don't you worry."
"Uh huh," you said and grabbed onto Adam's arm in complete and utter terror.
Unknown to Jay, Hailey was making her way to him. But, she was behind him, so Jay couldn't see his girlfriend coming up behind him with her empty bottle of white claw raised high in the air.
He felt it before he heard her.
"Don't." Smack on the head with the empty can. "You." Another smack on the head with the empty can. "Do." Another smack on the head with the empty can. "That." Last smack on the head with the empty can.
"Ow!" Jay yelled. "Hails, stop!"
"Put the fuckin' snake back and stop scarin' the daylights outta your little sister or I will keep smackin' you, Jay!" Hailey told him.
"Fine, I'll put it back," he groaned.
"Hailey, keep that can raised above his head. If he tries to come back here, hit 'im again!" Adam yelled.
"You got it!" Hailey said. "Hear that baby? Your head is gonna come in contact with this 'ere empty white claw can again if you don't get a move on."
"I'm going, I'm going," Jay grumbled.
"Good, then you won't get smacked again."
"Just for all that," Adam started, "you wanna pick the next song, darlin'?"
"Can you play Better Dig Two by The Band Perry?" you asked. "That counts as country right?"
"Sure does, darlin'." He started messing with his phone. "Comin' right up."
"I told you on the day we wed, I was gonna love you 'til I's dead," you started to sing. "Made you wait 'til our weddin' night, that's the first and the last time I wear white."
"Snake's gone! Made sure he put it down and I even watched it slither away!" Hailey announced. "Put me in the ground, put me six foot down," Hailey joined in after she had finished yelling over part of the first verse.
"And, as for you, Jay," Adam started over the music and all of you singing. "You don't get to pick a song for the next hour."
"Son of a bitch," Jay muttered.
"Hey, you brought this one on yourself, buddy. So just sit back, relax, listen to our music choices, and enjoy your shine."
***
One week later
"And we're here!" Adam announced as the five of you pulled onto a long dirt driveway. "You ready to ride some horses, Y/N?"
"I dunno," you said. "I've never ridden a horse before."
"Oh, Adam'll make sure you're super safe," Kim reassured you.
"Okay, so whatever horse I ride won't buck me off?"
"Oh no," Adam said quickly, "we'll put Jay on Buck."
"Like hell you will!" Jay argued from the backseat.
Despite the studying the five of you had to do, you were at Adam's childhood home. Adam's parents had rented a cabin in North Carolina for the weekend since it was Labor Day weekend and needed someone to watch the five horses they owned.
His parents used to own a riding place with multiple horses, but since their kids got older, they stopped doing it because they were getting older and couldn't give the tours anymore. So, they sold most of their horses, left five so that their kids could ride them with their friends, but still kept the house and the land. Whenever Adam's parents went out of town, either he or his sister would come and stay over at their childhood home and take care of the horses. Seeing as his sister was married and just gave birth to a daughter, this left Adam. And, luckily for him, his parents were fine with some friends coming over to help Adam out.
"Relax, man," Adam began, "I'll ride Buck."
"Wait, is he called Buck because he bucks people off?" you asked.
"You would be completely right, darlin'. Which, would be the reason I'm riding him and neither of you four will be doing that."
Adam put the truck in park and you got out of the passenger seat. Yes, you had ridden in the front because Adam said you could because of your motion sickness. Jay wasn't too happy, but it was Adam's car, so therefore it was Adam's rules.
You got inside the house and it had two extra bedrooms, one of which was Adam's childhood room and had an extra twin bed in it for when his friends wanted to sleepover (Because, in Adam's words, it was only girls who shared beds at sleepovers and he said guys didn't do that, so that's why there was the extra bed). In his older sister's childhood room, there was a full-sized bed, so Hailey and Kim would share the bed and the boys said they'd move a couch into that same room for you to sleep on.
Adam opened the fridge once all of you had put your stuff in the rooms that would be yours for the weekend. "Ooooh, y'all, my mama left us some food!"
"Oh, he southern southern now," Kim laughed and walked over to the fridge. "What'd she make?"
"Let's see. We got fried chicken, mashed potatoes, cornbread, gravy, biscuits, grits, tater salad, peaches that she canned herself, and apple pie. She must really miss me if she cooked this much!" Adam laughed after he rattled off the food his mom made for all of you.
"Mama's cookin', paper plate, and tater tater salad," you said, quoting a song Jay had played on the way down here that you had taken a liking to and had added it to a playlist and been listening to it a lot the past week.
"Did you just..." Adam trailed off.
"She did!" Jay exclaimed.
"Is it that hard to believe that I know more than two country songs, y'all?" you asked.
All four of them gasped.
"She's southern! She's southern, y'all!" Hailey yelled.
"What?" you asked as you looked around at your brother, his girlfriend, and his two friends in confusion.
"That was yer first y'all, hun!" Hailey told you and pulled you into a hug. "Yer a regular southern belle now."
"Next thing you know, girl's gonna be fallin' for cowboys," Adam said.
"Aw, hell nah," Jay said. "Ain't no way she's datin' a cowboy. No way."
"Shit, Jay just went southern southern, too," Adam laughed.
"What can I say, when my girl goes hella Georgia, I go hella Tennessee," Jay said.
"That made zero sense, baby, but okay," Hailey said. She turned to Adam. "When we ridin'?"
"We can go right now if you want. Everyone good with that?"
You all nodded and then Adam told all of you to put on your cowboy hats.
***
"This 'ere's Maddy," Adam said before he helped you onto the horse. You put your feet in the stirrups. "They feel good? You can reach 'em well?" he asked.
"Yeah," you told him. "Thanks."
"You're welcome, darlin'." He turned to Jay, Hailey, and Kim. "You three remember how to get on the horses since we rode so much last year?"
"We're good," Jay said.
"Hey, baby?" Hailey asked and turned to Jay. He turned to look at her. "You think you can help me on 'im? Pretty sure Diablo's gotten a lot bigger since I rode 'im last."
"Yeah, sweetheart, I got that."
"Did he just..." you trailed off and looked at Kim.
"He did," she confirmed. "She turns into sweetheart around this time every year. Jay gets really southern after only being here a week. Might also have something to do with Adam calling me sweetheart sometimes and he just picks up on it."
Jay helped Hailey onto the huge horse named Diablo and then got on his horse. You were riding Maddy, Adam was riding Buck, Jay was riding Sinbad, Hailey was riding Diablo, and Kim was riding Atta'Boy.
"All y'all need to watch me now," Adam announced from the front. All four of you gave Adam all your attention. "Well, mostly Y/N because she's never ridden before." He paused. "To make your horse stop, just give the reins a little tug. To turn, hold the reins on your right side, and pull towards your right hip, like this." He demonstrated and pulled the reins like he told you and Buck's head turned to the right. "And turn left, do the same thing on the left side. To make them go, just flick the reins a little bit, but they're pretty well-trained, so you shouldn't need to do that. But, if they still won't go, give 'em a little kick. I promise you won't hurt 'em. But, most of all, keep at least one hand on the reins at all times. Oh, and they will try to eat on the trails, but they ain't supposed to, so try and get them to stop by pulling up on the reins if you can.
"Any questions? Everyone sure their stirrups and saddles are good?" Adam finished.
Everyone answered with a chorus of "yeses" and then the five of you were off...that was until Maddy decided she was hungry about a quarter-mile (400 meters) in.
And, to make matters worse, you were in the mountains (because everyone is in the mountains here) and Maddy was bringing you closer and closer to a small ravine.
You did not want to have the experience of trying to control your horse and deciding whether or not to jump off or not and possibly being rushed to the hospital.
"Maddy!" you yelled and tugged up on the reins. Nothing. "Maddy!"
"Pull hard!" Jay yelled from behind you.
"I am pulling, Jay!" you yelled back. "Come on, Maddy!"
Shit, she was still moving towards the edge and trying to eat more.
"Pull to the left!" Jay yelled. You pulled. Nothing. "All the way around! To your left hip!"
You did so and she moved. Finally.
"Now straighten out the reins," Jay told you. You did. "And give her a kick to move."
You did and she continued walking...this time with a huge branch and leaves hanging out of her mouth because she had gotten herself a nice little snack.
"What's with all the yellin'?" Adam asked as he turned his head around and had Buck slow down a little bit. Then, he saw Maddy. "Maddy stop to eat? She acts likes she's starvin', but I promise you she's not."
You kept going and then you started going down a hill.
"Lean forward when going down a hill," Adam yelled back to all of you, "and lean back when going up a hill."
You started going down the hill and kept trying to maneuver yourself so you were in the middle of the saddle. You felt like you were leaning too much to the right, so you kept trying to fix it, but with Maddy still walking, it was kind of hard.
You clenched your stomach muscles to try and pull yourself back to center, but it wasn't working. You tried to push up with your left foot because you were leaning to the right, but that wouldn't work either.
"Just hold on tight, Y/N," Jay told you. "Adam!" Jay yelled as you kept leaning to the right and pulled the reins a little harder to make sure that Maddy would stop.
"What?" Adam yelled back.
"We need a little help back here!"
Adam turned Buck around and he got halfway to you and stopped next to Hailey and Diablo.
"She's fallin' off, you big dummy! You gotta go!" Adam yelled. He flicked his reins. "C'mon, go!"
It was like Buck knew what was going on because the minute he lifted his head up and saw you trying to stay in the saddle, he started coming towards you.
"Buck, stay," Adam said sternly and jumped off him. He walked to your right side. "Now, I'm gonna push your saddle to the left and I need you to lean the same way, okay?"
"Lean to the left?" you asked.
"Yup," he confirmed. "One...two...three."
He pushed up and you leaned to the left, which allowed the saddle and you to be re-centered.
"Can you reach the stirrups okay, darlin'?" he asked. "Or do you need 'em a bit higher?"
"I think I need them a bit higher," you answered. "I thought they were fine, but I guess not."
"That's okay. That's what I'm here for. Take your right foot out."
You did as he said and then he adjusted the stirrups and helped you get your foot back in. Then, he did the same for the left foot.
While Adam was adjusting your left stirrup, Maddy was curious about what was in his first aid bag that was attached to Buck's saddle.
"I ain't got no treats in there, you fatty." He put his hand on Maddy's head. "There's nothin' in there for you. Get out." She started chewing on a drawstring that was on the bag. "Okay, I guess you can chew on that."
"So, to get her to turn, do I just pull like this?" you asked and showed Adam.
"Yes, but put your hand further down the reins when you do that. Works better like that."
"Okay, thanks."
"And, if she keeps tryin' to eat, pull up hard--but not too hard and far that you make her walk backward--and if that doesn't work, give her a quick kick. I promise you won't hurt this little fatty right here."
"Okay, awesome."
"You good?"
"I'm good," you confirmed.
"Okay, so if you ever need to adjust yourself, just grab this 'ere saddle horn." He put his hand on the stub on the front of the saddle. "And put two hands on it...unlike me, and then just push down with your foot on which side you want the saddle to go. Pretty simple."
"Okay, got it," you said.
Then, Adam jumped back on Buck and you were off again.
***
You and Kim were sitting up on the bed in Adam's older sister's childhood room that you were staying in and watching a dumb comedy when Adam poked his head into the room.
"Both you up?" he asked.
"Yeah," Kim answered. "Why?"
"Well, I want to go to the rope swing, and Jay and Hailey both fell asleep spooning while watching some shitty movie in the living room, so do you two wanna go? I'm bringing alcohol."
"Adam, it's like 11 o'clock at night!" Kim laughed. "We won't even be able to see the water!"
"Honey," Adam laughed. "I'll leave the headlights of my truck on! I'm not that stupid to have us jump in blind!" He paused. "You two in?"
"Sure," Kim agreed and then turned to you. "Y/N?"
"Why the hell not? I'm in college, let's go!"
"Alright, I'll let you two get changed and I'll grab the towels and the booze," Adam said.
"Adam, if you're the one driving, you cannot drink a ton!" Kim told him.
"I know! I'll just take like two shots and use moonshine as a chaser."
"You got more moonshine?" you asked.
"Holy hell, Adam," Kim agreed.
"Where do you two think I was the past hour? I went into town and grabbed a few flavors. and, I got both your flavors, too. So, y'all can't yell at me. Now, get changed so we can go before Jay and Hailey wake up and decide they want in on this, too."
***
"You good to sit in the back, Miss Car Sick?" Adam asked you.
"Yeah, you said it's only like a five minute drive, so I'll be fine. Thanks for asking, though," you answered.
"No problem, darlin'."
Then, the three of you were off to this rope swing to jump into a river in the middle of the night.
Five minutes later, Adam threw his car in park and left the radio and headlights on. The three of you got out and Adam grabbed the booze and shot glasses and then you followed him around to the back of his truck. He handed the stuff off to you and Kim to hold while he flipped his tailgate down. Then, he used the flashlight app of his phone to see as he poured each of you a shot of gummy bear flavored vodka.
"Cheers to late night decisions and possibly bad decisions!" Adam toasted.
The three of you clinked your shot glasses together and then took the shots.
"Shit. That was strong," you coughed.
"Chaser, chaser," Adam said as he flipped open the sip cap on the blackberry moonshine.
He handed it to you and you took a few sips.
"Compared to that shot, this moonshine tastes like nothin'," you said.
"See? Told you it had a low proof!" Adam exclaimed. "Now, do you two want me to go first so I can show you how it's done?"
"That might be a good idea, yeah," Kim agreed. "You've only brought me here during the day and it's been over a year, so yeah, you go first, cowboy."
"Oh, that reminds me." He took his signature cowboy hat off. "Hold this for me, will you, sweetheart?" He held the hat out to Kim and she took it from him. "Thank you. Now, watch and learn, ladies, watch and learn."
Kim laughed. "Whatever you say, babe, whatever you say."
Adam walked up to the edge of the river and waded in the water to grab the rope. You and Kim stood on the edge of the river and watched as Adam dragged the rope with him as he stood on a rock, which was right below the tree that the rope was tied to. Then, he cinched the rope between his feet and jumped up and swung forward.
"Yeehaw!" Adam yelled.
Then, after a few seconds, he let go of the rope and fell into the river.
The rope dangled back and forth until Adam grabbed it and dragged it in with him.
"Who's next?" he asked as he held the rope out.
"You wanna go, Kim?" you asked.
"You sure you don't wanna go before me?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Go ahead," you said.
"You nervous, darlin'?" Adam asked you as he took his hat back from Kim and placed it on his head.
"A bit." You looked down at your feet. "Are there snakes in there?" you practically mumbled.
"Oh, darlin'," Adam said with a wave of his hand. "I can promise you that there's no snakes in there. You've never seen a snake in there have you, baby?" he asked Kim.
"Nope, no snakes. I promise. Now, I'll go, and then you gotta go because it's so much fun!"
Kim grabbed the rope and then made her way up onto the rock. She did the same thing that Adam did and soon it was your turn.
"I'm stealing your aux, babe," Kim said as she walked toward Adam's truck.
Adam raised an eyebrow. "I don't know why you can't just listen to the radio like we've been doing, but go ahead, baby."
Kim walked over to the truck and changed the input to aux and then quickly pulled up Spotify. From there, she pulled up the song Like A Lady by Lady A, formerly known as Lady Antebellum. She turned the volume all the way up on her phone, plugged it into the aux, and hit play.
"Lady!" came out of the speakers as well as the opening chords.
You gasped as Kim came running back to you and Adam.
"How'd you know this one of my favorite songs?" you asked.
Ever since Hailey had played it for you on your first night in Tennessee when you were unpacking and sippin' on moonshine, you loved this song. It was all about feeling like a lady while wearing jeans and drinking and being comfortable with yourself and not needing a man.
"Y/N, I follow you on Spotify. I can see what you listen to. Now, go get to it, lady!" Kim cheered.
You smiled and turned around. You walked to the rock and climbed up on it just before the chorus. You grabbed onto the rope.
"'Cause I feel like a lady," you sang loudly to the music. "Sippin' on tequila with my Levis on."
You clamped your feet around the rope and jumped.
You felt weightless for just about one second and then you let go of the rope and fell into the water with a splash.
The water wasn't freezing, it was a little cold, but it was still decently comfortable. You started swimming back to the shore and grabbed the rope when it swung back toward you.
"Hell yeah!" Adam yelled as he ran up to you and took the rope so you could pull yourself up onto the river bank. "You did awesome! Did you like it?"
"I loved it! Let's do it again!" you yelled.
"See?" Kim said. "I told you that you'd love it!"
"I propose a celebratory shot for Y/N's first time jumping off the rope swing!" Adam said and the three of you headed back to his truck to have more booze.
And that is how you learned that you didn't get hangover headaches like Kim, but got hella tired the next day just like Hailey. But, a little hangover (despite not being old enough to legally drink) was all worth it because of how much fun you, Kim, and Adam had.
***
Months later
"Welcome to Chocolate Moose, everybody!" Adam announced and fumbled with the lockbox to get the key.
Since it was exam season, there was a tradition that started during the winter semester of their sophomore year that was where they'd all go up to a cabin (each cabin had a name and yours was Chocolate Moose) in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, which was an hour away from school, to go study without the temptation of parties and the libraries that were packed as hell and barely had any seats open because everyone and their mama had decided to study there.
He unlocked the door and opened it.
You walked in and were in awe. When you walked in, you saw a small kitchen complete with a stove, oven, microwave, and pots, pans, plates, bowls, cups, mugs, and silverware stored in cabinets and drawers. There was also a small pantry to your right the minute you walked inside.
Off of the small kitchen were the living room and the dining area. There was a circular wooden table with six chairs and there was a tv and a couch that folded out into a bed. Right next to that was a bedroom with a bathroom, which also had its own tv in it.
And, if you walked to the end of the living room, there was a door that led to the first-floor deck that overlooked the Smoky Mountains. On the deck was a wooden table that matched the wood of the deck and six stools, so it would be a nice place to study or eat breakfast or sip coffee in the morning.
The stairs to go to the second floor were above the table (so the table was tucked beneath the second set of stairs). When you got up there, there was a pool table, a bubble hockey table, another couch that folded out into a bed, and a coffee table in front of said couch.
To the right of the couch and coffee table was a California king-sized bed with a trunk in front of it which held the bedding for the pull-out couches. Then, there was a dresser with a mirror to the side of the bed and a closet. There was also a full bathroom with a washer and dryer and a dressing table (so tons of counter space and two mirrors) upstairs as well.
And, there was another deck on the second floor. This one didn't have a full-sized table, but it did have two chairs with a small table between, and a small couch complete with a bunch of throw pillows on one end of the deck. This deck too overlooked the beauty that was the Smoky Mountains.
"Who's that?" you asked fifteen minutes later after you had finished touring the cabin and figuring out sleeping arrangements.
It had been decided that Adam and Kim would take the first-floor bedroom and that you'd take the pull-out couch on their floor. Hailey and Jay would sleep upstairs and you wondered why you couldn't take the upstairs couch like you wanted to because Jay was quick to tell you no.
You knew they weren't gonna try to do the nasty up there since there was no door shutting the upstairs off from the downstairs, so you had no idea why he wouldn't let you sleep on the pull-out couch upstairs.
"Who's that?" you asked again while looking out the kitchen window.
Then, you saw a head of red hair in the driver's seat and rushed out the door to where the person parked their car.
"Will!" you shouted as he got out of the car. "I missed you!" You wrinkled your nose at what he was wearing: a pair of blue scrubs.
"I drove here right after I got off a twelve-hour ED rotation," Will told you. "Hence the scrubs."
"I would give you a hug, but who knows what kinda bodily fluids have been on those."
"Good choice. We'll postpone the hug until after I take a quick shower and change."
Adam, Kim, and Jay came outside and said their hellos to Will, and Jay took Will's backpack, making a joke saying that it felt like he stuffed a ton of rocks in there.
So, now you knew why you couldn't sleep on the pull-out couch upstairs: Will was sleeping there.
***
"Fuck!" you yelled as you felt a bee sting you on the upper part of your left inner thigh.
"What?" Adam asked.
You, Adam, and Kim were outside at the table on the first-floor deck studying while Will was upstairs studying and Jay and Hailey were studying one of their law studies classes at the kitchen table together.
"The fuckin' bee stung me!"
"Well, you were swattin' at him, darlin'," Adam said, which earned him a smack to the arm from Kim.
"Because he was between my legs!" you argued. "What was I supposed to do? Let him fly up my shorts and sting me there? Oh hell no!"
You got up and walked inside.
"Will!" you shouted the minute you closed the door to the deck.
"Y/N! Keep it down!" Jay scolded. "We're trying to study!"
You had made it up the first set of stairs and leaned over the railing. "Well, I just strung by fuckin' bee, so I think I can yell a bit, Jay! Will!"
"What?" he said and ripped out his headphones when you got all the way upstairs. "Med school's no joke, you know!"
"Well, what do I put on a bee sting?" you huffed.
Will sighed. "Hold on. They asked me to be the one who brought the first aid kit and I'm glad I did."
He got up and then came back with a bottle of lotion.
"Put this on it. Should cool down the stinging. Tell me if it gets worse or starts itching."
"Okay, thanks."
You put it on and hoped it would be better soon.
***
Okay, so this bee sting wasn't getting better. It was actually getting worse.
It had been itchy all day and you were currently shaving your legs in your shower. You felt the place where the bee had stung you and it was swollen as if someone had shoved a disk the size of an Oreo in your leg at the place the bee had stung you.
You got out of the shower, got changed, and walked out of the bathroom where country music was blasting and Jay and Adam were playing a friendly (okay, so maybe not so friendly) game of pool.
"Hailey, is my bee sting supposed to be super itchy?" you asked as you sat down on the couch next to her.
She and everyone else was drinking one of their two allotted white claws. Yes, during finals week you had all decided there needed to be a daily cut-off for alcohol so that you could all get your shit done. And, it helped keep everyone accountable since everyone in the cabin was only having two per day...and you weren't spending a ton of money this weekend on alcohol.
"Um, none of mine have ever been," she said. "Will!" He turned to look at her from where he was sitting and intently watching the pool game...mostly to make sure neither Adam nor Jay cheated. "Her bee sting supposed to itch?"
"Not unless she's allergic to bees...and she's not." He stood up. "Go lay on the bed and let me take a look."
"Oh, fuck no! I am not letting my brother look there!"
"Y/N, I'm a med student. I've seen a helluva lot more than a bee sting on your inner thigh. You can even go put on some short spandex if that would make you more comfortable."
You currently had on loose-fitting shorts that you knew would fall back to expose what underwear you were wearing if you let Will take a look. "Actually, I think I'll go do that," you said.
You quickly grabbed a pair of spandex from your suitcase and went back into the bathroom and changed into them.
"Y'all check for a stinger?" Adam asked.
Will must've filled him in when you were changing your shorts.
"Shit," Will cursed. "I knew there was something I forgot to do."
"What kinda fuckin' doctor are you if you forget to check something like that?" you asked Will rhetorically. "Hailey, I'm gonna need that empty white claw bottle to smack Will over the head with like you did to Jay on the river."
"Sorry, hun," Hailey apologized. "I ain't finished with this 'ere can yet."
"I'll hit him!" Jay yelled, putting down his pool stick and grabbing his empty can.
He hit Will on the arm with the empty white claw can as hard as he possibly could.
"The fuck?" Will yelled. "Why'd you do that?"
"I dunno." Jay turned to Adam. "Why were we hitting Will, again?"
"Holy shit," Adam muttered to himself. "Because he forgot to check Y/N's bee sting to see if the stinger was still there."
"Oh, okay. That was stupid, Will."
You laid on the bed and let Will look at the spot the bee stung you. Then, he put on a pair of gloves and pulled out a pair of tweezers.
"Hailey?" he called. She looked up expectantly. "Can you come over here and hold up a flashlight? I think I found the stinger."
Hailey got up and turned on the flashlight on her phone and crouched down next to Will.
"That good?" she asked as she finished positioning the phone so the phone's flashlight was pointing directly at your bee sting.
"Yup." He looked up at you. "Now, I'm gonna put one of my hands above the bee sting, that way you won't be able to see the tweezers go in. Sound good?"
"Mhm. At least this is better than when Jay tried to attack me with a snake!"
Will laughed. "I bet."
Five minutes later, the stinger was out and Will told you to put Neosporin and a bandaid over it just so you didn't keep itching it because he told you the itchiness wouldn't go away immediately.
"I need a drink," you said after you were all done.
Hailey handed you a raspberry white claw from the mini-fridge next to the couch and you popped it open.
"Thanks," you said.
"You're welcome."
"Everyone shut up!" Adam yelled. "This is Jay and Hailey's song...well, they didn't exactly meet at a bar and Hailey wasn't drinking a white claw, but it was a Saturday and those two did ditch us. So, dance you two!"
They tried to object, but Adam dragged Jay over to Hailey and Kim pushed Hailey up off the couch and towards Jay.
"Sittin' over there in the corner, baby, I saw pretty red lips workin' on a white claw," you all sang along to Single Saturday Night by Cole Swindell. And, you'd be lying if you said that this song didn't remind you of the story that Jay had told you about the first time he took Hailey out when she was bored one Saturday night in a sports bar. "Shakin' to a little Shook Me All Night Long. And I thought, man, what a beautiful sight."
You smiled. Four months ago, there'd be no way you'd know this song. But, thanks to your brother's friends and his girlfriend, you knew so many more country songs. But, most of all, if your first semester of freshman year was any indication, you were going to have the time of your life going to college here in Tennessee.
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Mysticus Chapter 1
Ezra x F!Reader Soulmates AU
I've had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while and after reading all of the AWESOME writing on this website and with some really lovely encouragement from some of my favourite people here I've decided to give it a go. Always open to constructive criticism!
Pairing: Ezra x F!Reader
Word Count: 1649K
Warnings: Language, tension? (Smut later on)
Literally my first fic, willing to tag if that's something you'd like!
Masterlist Chapter 2
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“Stay away from Thomas”
The words were out of your mouth before your brain had a chance to stop you. Fuck. The girl you whose palm you held in your hands frowned.
“My date? Why?”
How. How did you always manage to shove your foot in it? You had been doing so well! A steady trickle of patrons to your admittedly shabby little stand. Okay, table with a glittery table cloth and a couple of folding chairs but nevermind that.
“Uhhh, yeah. I’m not sure why but I’m getting a really bad vibe. Is this your first date with him? Where is he?” You asked. You could feel the fear creeping in, like a drop of ice cold water that slides down your spine.
“It’s our first date, he’s grabbing us some food.” She responded, brow furrowed slightly, you could see she was having doubts about her safety.
“What kind of vibe are you getting?” The fact that she didn’t laugh you off right away let you know that she most likely wasn’t as comfortable as she should be on a date.
Your dog looked up at you from her place on the floor, seemingly interested in how you were going to explain yourself.
“Look, I don’t really know what to say I just feel like you should get away as fast as possible. I think you know what I mean, and I think you felt a little weird before you sat down.” You say plainly. You had broke your only rule. No bad news. You could feel her fear now, a wave of anxiety washing over the both of you all at once. In the corner of your peripheral you could see a handsome young man walking towards the both of you with food in both hands. Nothing particularly scary about him but you could feel the hackles raising on your normally silent dog. A low growl came from her direction and you put your hand on her head to calm her.
“There you a-“ he started but before he could say anything else the girl was up, dropping money on your table and hastily making a phone call.
“Sorry Thomas – my mom just called, there’s been an emergency and she’s on her way.”
He frowned. “I can drop you off-“
“No need, thanks for everything and hopefully we can do this again” she quickly called over her shoulder and then she was off.
He stood there for a few minutes dumbstruck. Then you saw something. A glint in his eye maybe? A trick of the lights flashing either from the rides or the games on the either side of your pathetic ‘booth’ and then it was gone. When he seemed to realize that you were sitting there, he gave you a smile and walked away. You shivered and noticed your dog was up and ready to pounce.
“It’s okay girl we’re good.” You reassured her and she once again took her place at your feet, but you noticed that she followed him with her eyes until he was out of sight. Fuck you really needed to work on thinking about what you said before you said it. At least she listened instead of telling you to fuck off, little victories.
“What do you say girl, think it’s time to go?” The dogs ears perked up as you scratched behind one, she responded by standing, her signal for yes. You grabbed the box you had stashed under the little table and started putting your makeshift booth away. The sign which read palm readings $5, the table cloth and the can with your earnings for the night. Slipping the end of the dogs leash around your wrist you folded up the table and chairs and stacked everything neatly and made your way to your Jeep. Tomorrow will be better.
Next day
Carnivals had always freaked you out. A lot of places that were supposed to be fun and whimsical freaked you out. You weren’t entirely sure what it was about these places but it made your skin crawl. The music playing gave you the creeps, the smiles of the people around you seemed wild rather than happy. There was a feeling of something bigger underneath it all, something hungry. Predatory. Patient.
It was a last resort in order to make some quick money with your palm readings, but it always seemed like you were walking into the jaws of some huge monster when entering the grounds.
The dog made you feel better. You had found her in a shelter a couple of years ago and had instantly bonded with her. The staff had told you that she’d been in there for a while since she was notoriously unfriendly but she seemed to tolerate you. You suited each other. What they took as unfriendly, you understood as selective, which was fine. You were selective too. You’d had to make a little sign saying please do not pet the dog but it was a small price to pay for her companionship. She - much like you - was an excellent judge of character.
You spotted a group of teenage girls eyeing your booth, and you perked up. Tried to turn on the charm as it were, usually teenage girls were your best customers. You were usually really good with them and these girls were just what you needed to reach your goal for the night. You smiled along and told them just what they wanted to hear, and seeing them walk away giggling with a spring in their step made you happy. That and the cash you were putting into your coffee can.
Just then you felt it. Something prickling at your skin, like static before a rainstorm. Blood rushed to your ears and it seemed like everything was somehow louder. Something in the pit of your stomach was roiling and you were afraid you might throw up when someone approached your table.
He smiled an easy smile but it held something in it, something that said he knew something secret and you weren’t in on it. You weren’t sure if it intrigued you or scared you. You looked over expecting the dog to growl but she was calm, sitting quietly by your feet. Okay. Weird. She usually didn’t like anyone except you and the occasional small child. She usually hated men in fact but no reaction. It was throwing you off a bit if you were honest but all of a sudden he was speaking to you and you felt like you could barely focus.
“Well birdie, seems like you’ve utterly captured my attention and I simply must know what knowledge you can ascertain from my palm.” He smiled and sat down.
You blinked. What the hell was going? Why did your skin feel feverish? Why wasn’t the dog freaking out like she usually did? Why aren’t you answering?
He patiently waited with his palm upturned and you tried to get your shit together as you slowly reached over and took his hand. He was handsome sure, but never had you been rendered so speechless by anyone before. His rich brown eyes bore into you as you traced the lines in his hand.
“You’re going to meet the love of your life.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Now that’s interesting, I don’t suppose you’d be able to go into specifics about how or when this fateful meeting is to occur?”
You watched his mouth as he spoke, and he noticed. Curling it into the same secret smile from earlier and you felt the blood rushing to your face. His eyes crinkled when his smile deepened it took everything in you not to smile back at him.
You noticed the blonde birthmark and for a moment you had the wild urge to run your fingers through it. You quickly suppressed that while clearing your throat.
“I don’t have a time and date for you but it’ll be real soon.” You looked back down at his palm and noticed something. There was a little mark. Nothing crazy but aside from yourself, you’d never met anyone else with the same mark on their palm. You tried very hard to keep your breathing in check.
“Is this a scar?” You asked as casually as you could manage.
“That particular mark as afflicted me since birth, curious is it not?” He asked with a tilt of his head. His drawl a little more pronounced. Is it getting hotter?
“Somewhat-“
“Has anyone ever had the privilege of reading the no doubt fantastic future in your palm birdie?”
“That’s the second time you’ve called me that” you responded focusing on the pet name he’d given you.
“It suits you, I ask again- has anyone ever been fortunate enough to read your palm?”
“No.” You responded flatly, reluctantly releasing his hand and sitting back in your chair. He stated back at you and it felt as though he was looking through you, you felt curiously naked.
“As enchanted as I am basking in your presence, I unfortunately must depart. Will you be offering your palmistry services tomorrow night? I should like to see you again birdie.”
“Uhh.. yes, I’ll be back tomorrow.” You’re not even sure why you said that, you were planning on leaving town tonight.
“Wonderful, until we meet again birdie.” He rose smiling, he took your hand in his and pressed a light kiss to it. You stared up at him in shock, your skin prickling where his lips brushed it.
He smiled down at your dog and before you could even think to warn him he reached down and scratched behind her ear. Your jaw dropped as she happily licked his palm while he murmured something into her ear before promptly rising to his feet and striding off into the crowd.
You stared after him long after with the same dumbstruck look on your face. Who the hell was that?
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