#...i help myself outđ...
...when you want to send an dick pic but keep it classyđ...
...(and yes...this codpiece really existed in the 15th/16th century)...
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mmmmm heyyyđïž. ive basically been gone from tumblr for over two days because ive been feeling like a shitty piece of shit. BUT. i finally saw dune part 2 and ohmygoddddd it was so so good. but yes. i was missing leto so bad the entire time. Father come back pls. i need you.
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Anyone know anything about repairing floors/acquiring people who can repair floors?
Boring specifics below the cut. If anyone can advise I will be super grateful đ
So. Water has seeped in through some poorly sealed floor planks in our bathroom (itâs the kinda floor where the individual panels are clicked together and then sealed with hot glue?!) causing the underfloor material to go squishy over time. Itâs directly beneath the mat on the spot where we step out of the bath so itâs not a leak or anything - completely isolated issue and no other damp, no mould or anything. Should be a quick solve⊠but we canât seem to find anyone to fix it! We had a repair done, the squishy section of underfloor lifted out and replaced, and the floor panels which sit on top of that replaced and resealed. But, as it turned out, they were replaced poorly. They quickly warped, the seals broke again, and so water gradually got through again. The same spot of floor is squishy! đ©đ©đ©đ©đ© We canât find the right tradesperson to help bc we donât know the right search terms to use?! Everything we try just brings up floor fitters. And thatâs not quite right to deal with the issue. Can anyone help? Not asking you to come and fix it, lol, but does anyone happen to know what âtype/categoryâ of tradesperson deals with this type of repair so we can narrow the search? Or even what this job would be called? Based in the UK if that makes any difference. Just really want this fixed now and I donât know where else to look for advice. Weâve posted on generic local job listings for tradespeople and no-one everrrrrrr replies đ Cannot be the first people in the world to have this problem though?????? đ
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No but, being in a secret relationship with rafe and being a pougeđ€ BUT the other pouges suspect of you being with some one and they manage to get your phone and find ummm a video(hopefully yk what I mean)đșđđđ€ lol hope itâs okay if I request this
Also, Something about being in a secret relationship with this man really gets me going idk whyđđ
secret relationships with this man...think about all the unspeakable things we could do...(18+ themes)
The pogues have noticed that you've been cagey lately. You're always sneaking off to meet someone but you're never too keen on mentioning who that someone is. To say their suspicions were growing would be the understatement of the century.
They'd all tried their hand at investigating, but they can never get further than hearing that you're going to work, or that you have to help your parents with dinner, or whatever excuse you manage to muster up at the drop of a hat.
Until today, that is. This time, Kie had a plan.
"Hey, can I send myself the pictures we took today from your phone? I'm planning my post for Sarah's birthday," she asks, motioning over to the device in your hand.
Without suspecting anything, you nod and hand it over to her. "Knock yourself out. I gotta pee."
Kie watches as you scurry off to the bathroom, and once you're inside the chateau and out of earshot, she summons the group over hurriedly. "Okay, she's gone! Hurry!"
The group begins to scroll through your camera roll, but is severely disappointed when all they can find are pictures of you and them, the scenery of the island, food, and a whole bunch of miscellaneous screenshots.
But just as they think all hope is lost, they come across a video. The screen is almost pitch black, but they can make out two figures.
"Well, turn the volume up," Pope says. "If we can't see anything, maybe we'll be able to hear who's with her."
Kie does as he says, and the sounds of skin slapping fills their ears. "Ohâ oh my god."
"Yeah? You like that, princess? You like filming while I fuck you?"
"Hold up," JJ says. "Is thatâ"
"Yes. Yes, I like it. Fuck, harder, Rafe!"
"Ew, ew! Turn it off!" Sarah exclaims. She's visibly disgusted and petrified all at the same time as her hands shake vigorously in the air.
"Shit, say my name again, baby. Love the way you scream for me."
"Rafe. 'M so close. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop."
"Oh my god, ew! I said turn it off!" Sarah yells. Kie swipes out of the video, and the entire group is slack-jawed by the time you come back from the restroom. Your eyes find all of theirs, and your brows furrow with confusion.
"Woah, what's going on? Why does it feel like you're about to give me an intervention?"
"You're fucking Rafe?!"
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All Aespa G!P with subreader, please đđ
AHHHHH OMGđđđTHISSSS!!! ANON I LOVE YOU đ«¶đŒ
warnings: g!p aespa, soft dom aespa minus karinađ, subby minjeong for the first partđ switch minjeong, sub reader, reader has no ppđ, 5th member reader (makes it easierđ), 5some, handjob,blowjob, deepthroat, anal, double penetration, nipple sucking, creampies, marking, squirting, multiple orgasms, pet names, karina is kinda cringe but shes gorejus sođ
not proofreadđ”âđ«đ
being the only member without a dick would be rough đ like all your members are hot and hung?? (living the dream fr) but you never brought up the topic of fucking each otherđ„ all of you had thought abt it but never acted on it BUT I FEEL LIKE MINJEONG WOULD START IT OFF (ik she wouldnt but shes bias wrecking me rn so đ) so imagine youre just chilling, wearing panties n a tank top cuz youre abt to go to sleep before minjeong slams open ur door with the biggest boner youve ever seemđđ you just stare at it, not responding until minjeong started walking toward you, although a bit awkward due to the tightness of her pantsđ„ș you snapped out of your daze once minjeong reached the end of your bed. finally looking into her eyes you noticed how desperate they looked and how soft it made you feelđ„șđ„ș trying to pull off the cool unnie vibe you say, âyou got a m-microphone in there or something jeongie? that shit is BIGâŠâ nailed it !!đ âunnie⊠help me please? pretty please?â minjeong had ripped her sweats off and began pulling down her boxers, showing her hard cock to you, precum already dripping from her tipđ«
Timeskip cuz i literally dont know how to write this omg im so sorry anonieđ
âmmgh! ah! fuck unnie! jeongieâs so close! pleasepleasepleaseplea-â minjeong whimpered out as you played with her balls, teasing her tip with soft touchesđ„șđ„șđ„ș
âhaving fun without us?â you halt your movements, frozen with fear as you had just been caught by the rest of your membersđ âits not what it looks li- WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTH-â âshhh unnie, let us join we wonât say a thing to anyone..â ning said before sprinting to have your hand on her cockđ aeri had gotten under you, shoving her throbbing cock into your wet cuntđ”âđ«đ”âđ«(need her omg) moaning at how full you felt with her cock aloneđđđâdamn⊠pretty girl youâre so tight! f-fuck might want you all to myselfâŠâ you noticed jimin had gotten behind you, which led you wondering to what she was doing âhold on tight, alright baby?â jimin said before mounting your ass
âjimin did you just reference- AH!â karina had shut you up with a harsh thrust into your tight hole, earning screams from you, someone who has never experienced two cocks inside you befoređ”âđ« never slowing down your hands as they jerked the nearly passed out minjeong and an eager ning offđ« aeris thrusts were slower to give you time to adjust to the feeling, kissing around your pretty tits to help calm you downđ„ș âshit! your ass is so! so so tight baby, mmph! only heaven knows its one hell of a ride..â you roll your eyes at her reference, before they rolled to the back of your head as she started to go deeper âF-Fuck! âs way too big rina!â worried she might be hurting you she slows down, âDonât stop mmgh, please! keep goING!!â aeri had started thrusting harder and deeper, with karina drilling into your ass faster with your consentđș aeri and jimin locked in with how fast they were thrusting into you, once aeri pulled out, jimin was deep inside your tight assđ you were a babbling mess at this point, begging them to go harder and loudly moaning when minjeong came all over your faceđ« âah! u-unnie! fuck⊠so pretty with my cum on your face!â she whined tiredly, laying down on your bed to regain her energy đ you use the hand you were once using to jerk her off to gather her cum and bring it to your waiting mouthđ„đ„ barely tasting it before ning shoves her dick down your throat, earning a surprised moan from youđ« you clench around aeri, feeling her thick cock twitch in your cuntđ”âđ« aeri grunting your name and curses made you wetter with each passing second đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
âoh f-fuck! babygirlâŠ! take it! take it all!â aeriâs hot cum shooting deep in your womb brought you to your first orgasm of the night, your juices gushing out of you like a sprinkler as aeri began to slow down her thrusts, not wanting to overstimulate you âning watch-mmgh⊠your dick, ynnieâs sucking you off, not me so get that shit out my faceâ moaning into your neck, muffling them by sucking on your sensitive skin
âsorry aeri unnie- fuck⊠maybe get your face out her neck and my dick wouldnât bother you⊠shitshitshit-â ningâs legs were shakingđ”âđ«she pulled her cock out of your mouth til only her tip remained inside, and blew her warm load down your throatđ”âđ«đ tongue swirling around her tip as you tried to swallow it all (so none gets on aeriâs head who had fallen asleepđ) but it proved to be a difficult task with how ningâs cum seemed to keep goingđ„ș curses, loud moans of your name, and the sound of skin against skin was all you could hearđ« ning just kept on cumming to the point where it was kinda concerning⊠âNing? holy fuck- calm down! ynnie looks like shes gonna pass out!â while keeping up her pace, karina had to call out to the chinese girl, who was to lost in her orgasm to notice you struggle to swallow all of herđ„ș snapping out of her daze, she pulls out quickly to give you the chance to breatheđ you cough violently, ning wiping some of her cum from your puffy lips, apologizing sweetly (my babygirlđ„ș shes 3 years older than meâŠ)âshit! sorry yn unnie⊠got carried away⊠wonât happen again! swear! :(â (MY BABYGIRLRLLL đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș sorry đ) âNing, it- ah! i-its fine! oh shitâŠâ you were barely able to speak without moaning as karina started getting closer to her limit, grunting as she grabbed your arms and used them as leverage. âreally? okay! ill keep it in mind for next time!â ning was practically skipping to the bathroom to wash upâčïžleaving you with two of your members asleep and getting your back blown by your leaderđ”âđ«the wet slapping, panting, whimpers, whines and the sound of the bed creaking with each of karinas hard thrusts into your ass was driving you insaneđ« đ« âgonna cum in your pretty ass baby! s-shit⊠gonna fill you up so fucking goodâŠâ hearing her words had you squirting violently again!! soaking the sleeping aeriđ„ș karina buried her twitching cock in deep in your tight ass, before filling it to the brim with her cum, moaning your name for the neighbors to hearđ”âđ« with no energy left, karina collapsed on you, kissing your neck sweetlyđ„șyou looked over to see minjeong awake, dick hard once againđ«
ââŠcan i squeeze in there too?â
âmm? what- jeongie, no, your cock is fucking huge.â
âguess we just need to loosen you upâŠâ
âhuh- MINJEONG WAIT-â
sorry this took so longđđ ive been a bit busy this week AND SORRY IF IT SEEMS RUSHED OR KINDA BAD I LITERALLY CANT WRITE RNâŠ.
but I just wanted to thank everyone for all the support my other works got bc holy shit where did u guys come fromđđ AND FOR OVER 100 FOLLOWERS LIKE WHATTTTT â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
thank you guys so much, love you lots and stay safe
-Vicky đ
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save a horse, ride a cowboy
PAIRING jeong yunho x f!reader
WORD COUNT 12.25k
GENRES fluffïčangstïčsmut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, reader is a city girl but i tried not using too many gendered terms, cowboy!yunho RAHHHHH, mentions of food, reader has a boyfriend for most of the fic (an oc) but thereâs no real infidelity, reader embarrasses themselves on what iâd say is a few occasions too many, yunho is down bad, masturbation (m! and brief f! receiving), lowkey voyeurism, a really bad dad joke, horse riding scene bc i feel thatâs pivotal for a cowboy fic, lots and lots of kissing, marking, teasing, vaginal fingering x2, oral sex (f! receiving) x2, multiple orgasms, very slight edging, praise, pet names (baby, babe, and princess oops), unprotected sex (BE SAFE PLS I BEG), cowgirl position, pull out method, missionary position, creampie lol, ending is cute but also kinda up for interpretation? i guess <3
SUMMARY when your grandparents decided to retire and take a summerâs long vacation in celebration, they leave their house in your care. at least you donât have to worry about feeding the farm animals. but you do have to worry about the tall, handsome cowboy who does.
MORE AND SHEâS DONE oh my god, this fic actually pulled so much out of me i think i was the one seeing stars by the end.. đ but iâm so proud of it and the goals i tried meeting while writing. first of all the length??? insane for me. i can hardly get myself to write anything longer thank 5k đ THATS ENOUGH ABOUT ME THO,,, this fic was heavily inspired by the django performance if u couldnât tell by the banner đ and iâd first like to thank the academy aka @kimsohn for encouraging me to write this and fueling my delusions ilysm maya <3 iâd also like to give a huge thank u to @bro-atz TYSM FOR BETAING AND HELPING WITH SCENES BRO ur my life saver fr <3 PLS PLS PLS REBLOG IF U ENJOYED!!
Growing up, you werenât the biggest fan of trips to your grandparentsâ farm in the rural countryside.Â
You were born in a big city, full of all the glitz and glam. There were bright lights that lit the skyline at night, distracting from the stars that illuminated above. The wide open space was blocked by high towers and large skyscrapers. You were accustomed to the sound of bustling pedestrians and the obnoxious honking of cars in the streets. There was seldom an evening of complete silence.Â
Everything was so tightly packed together, within walking distance if you didnât feel like hopping in a car for a fifteen minute drive. You appreciated the insanity of the train station in the mornings before school, the metro so busy with students and working class individuals. You came into contact with numerous strangers throughout your day to day life.Â
However, every summer until you were a senior in high school was a different story.Â
Your parents wanted to keep you humble, you supposed, shipping you off to your grandparentsâ for three months. Living in the city kept people too sheltered, too primped and polished for the real world. They wanted you to have that exposure, to experience what it was like to live without the fanciness of urbanization. The nine months out of the year that you spent in the city stunted that exposure, though.
When youâd arrive at their farm, luggage stacked like you were taking a trip to London or Paris, you felt like a glorified version of Regina George. Maybe Blair Waldorf. Elle Woods? You werenât even rich like that. Your parents were nice, middle class people. There was just something about cow manure and the fear of stepping on a freshly laid egg that made it difficult to adjust to the setting.
It was most likely your stubbornness throughout your childhood that held you back even as you got older and more educated. You thought after graduating high school, the three-months-long âretreatâ would come to an end. Youâd only need to visit when necessary, maybe a week max. And that was true to an extent. During your university years, you only visited the farm around once a year. You were too consumed with school to even go home sometimes.Â
And then your grandparents decided to retire.Â
Their farm had supplied the town over with produce and other home-grown items for as long as you could remember. But they were getting older and no one in the family was willing to inherit the farm or its responsibilities. In celebration of their retirement, they planned a grand vacation to visit multiple countries. Their itinerary spanned an entire summer, just like your trips to the farm when you were younger.
Because you were the only one familiar enough with the area, they enlisted you to housesit while they were gone. You tried to get out of it, but they didnât trust anyone else as much as you, despite your convictions about country life. So you reluctantly agreed, packing up your things to prepare for another grueling summer at the farm one last time.Â
But there was a bit of a setback.
âWhat do you mean someoneâs living in the farmhouse behind their house?â You shriek into the receiver, holding your phone between your shoulder and ear as you zip up your final bag. Your mom sighs on the other end.
âYour grandma just only now told me, apparently it slipped her mind,â you can hear the sympathy in her tone. âHeâs this boy who grew up in the town and heâs gonna take over the farm for them on the condition that they still live on the property. She said he shouldnât get in your way and heâs expecting your presence. Youâll only see him if you ever actually go out to the farm and when he brings groceries to the house.â
âGreat. Another thing I didnât sign up for.â You mutter, giving your bedroom a once over to make sure youâre not forgetting anything. âIs there anything else I should know before I get there, like a secret pet or maybe a family living in the attic?â
âWatch the attitude, Y/N,â she warns, and you shut up immediately. âLook, I know this isnât ideal. Youâre a grown adult and youâd rather spend your summer going out with your friends, but you already told your grandparents you would do this for them. Itâll be over before you know it.â
You sigh, nodding even though she canât see it. At least you didnât have to worry about caring for their farm animals. It was time to think of this as a staycation rather than torture. Sure, your friends were going to be living it up in the Bahamas for a week and your boyfriend was going to be here while you were surrounded by nothing but flat landscape for acres.Â
Perhaps it was good for you that there would be someone else on the property. You mightâve started to feel scared being alone in the middle of nowhere for so long. Though, your boyfriend probably wonât be the biggest fan of you staying within the vicinity of another man for three months. Youâd just deal with that later.Â
The drive to your grandparentsâ farm is actually more peaceful than anything else. Driving for long periods of time wasnât your favorite thing to do, but doing it by yourself with nothing but your music filling your ears was a sort of therapy. It allowed you to come to terms with your fate for the summer and what it could entail, even if it wasnât exactly what you had in mind.Â
Seeing the lush greenery for miles upon miles as you neared their home evoked a sense of tranquility within you. If you kept a positive outlook on your situation, you would make it through these next few months unscathed and your sanity still intact. Maybe you despised the wide open space for years when you were a kid, but now that youâre an adult, you think you could learn to appreciate it and its beauty.Â
As long as the guy living in the farmhouse didnât bother you like your grandmother said, everything would beâ
Oh.Â
You pull up in front of the house, already thrown for a loop by the tall, very handsome stranger walking his dog back from the mailbox. His dark hair obscured his eyes, a bandana tied around his neck to match with the one hanging off the Border Collieâs collar. The two turn around at the sound of your engine, stopping in their tracks once youâve parked.Â
He brings a hand up to shield the sun from his eyes, watching cautiously as you park slowly. You donât know why youâre so anxious, itâs not like youâll be interacting with him much during your stay anyways. Thereâs something about his slender figure and the fact that he was so clearly dedicated to what he does upon first glance that it makes you feel shy. You suck in a sharp breath before deciding to exit your vehicle, wiping clammy palms on your denim shorts. Youâre starting to regret not dressing a little cuter, a little more presentable.Â
His features soften upon recognizing you, the pretty granddaughter that your grandparents showed him prior to leaving for their trip. The hand sheltering his face falls to his side and he gives you a warm smile, somehow warmer and brighter than the sweltering summer sun. Youâd always been told not to talk to strangers, to keep your distance for your own safety, but you canât help mirroring his expression with a small wave.Â
âH-Hi,â your voice wobbles and you kind of want to die just a bit. âIâm Y/N. My grandparents mentioned you lived in the farmhouse out back, but didnât give me a name or face to expect.â
He extends his arm out and you shake his hand, albeit slightly nervously. His eyes squint when he glances between you and his dog. âItâs nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Iâm Yunho, and this is Yeoreum.â
The name is fitting for the red and white colored Border Collie, her tongue sticking out as she stares up at you with big eyes that almost resemble her ownerâs. You bend down to pet her, patting the soft tufts of fur on her head and appreciating her licks of excitement. Yunho laughs, whistling to catch her attention.Â
âYunho and Yeoreum,â you repeat, a tiny grin on your face. âBefitting. Does she come with the property?â
âUnfortunately, no. Sheâs spoken for,â he teases, a pout on his features. âBut she can visit whenever youâd like. Jokes aside, did you need any help moving stuff into the house?â
âThat would be great, actually!â You scratch the back of your neck, lips pursing. Yunho waits for you to unlock the trunk of your car and places Yeoreumâs leash in your possession, making quick work transporting your bags inside. What was just supposed to be some light assistance, has evidently become him doing everything on his own while you stand and look pretty with his dog.
You didnât bring too much with you since you didnât have plans to leave while you were housesitting and your grandparents werenât so old fashioned that they didnât have a washing machine. Still, you felt useless allowing this stranger youâd just met to do all this manual labor on your behalf.
âDoes he always do this?â You murmur to the Border Collie, falling to a seat on the lowest front porch step. She doesnât give you a response (not that you expected her to), but pants happily in lieu of one, craning her head so you can scratch the spot behind her ear.Â
âYouâre a guest, itâs just good hospitality for me to help.â Yunho says as he comes out of the house, stationing himself in front of you with his hands on his hips, thumbs in his belt loops.Â
âThereâs a difference between helping and doing the work yourself. Youâre just being modest,â you push yourself up to hand him Yeoreumâs leash. âBut thank you anyway, that was really nice. Iâm so tired from driving up here, so I think I wouldâve collapsed doing all that back and forth.â
âYou should go rest,â he glances at the house behind you. âThereâs a whole three months of farm life ahead of you, so donât wear your pretty little self out just yet.â
Yunho salutes to you and takes his leave, walking around your grandparentsâ house toward what you assume is the farmhouse. Your eyes are wide and your cheeks feel hot, and youâre well aware that itâs not because of the summer heat. Your fingers clutch at the material of your t-shirt and you shake it to fan yourself.Â
It seemed like you were in for a bumpy ride these next few months. But like you reiterated prior to arriving, everything would be just fine so long as you and farm boy went your separate routes and lived your separate lives.Â
Yeah. Things would be alright. You hope.Â
Itâs a week into your stay on your grandparentsâ farm when you bump into Yunho again.Â
Youâre toweling your neck after getting out of the shower, heading into the kitchen to make yourself another bowl of cereal for breakfast. So far the only downside has been your inability to cook a decent meal. Takeout or your boyfriend sleeping over were usually your saving grace, but without having either of those options, youâve stuck to microwaveable things.
The sight of Yunho unloading groceries onto the counter has you squealing and nearly jumping out of your own skin. He flinches at your volume, knocking over the bag of rice resting against the vase in the center. Thankfully it was still sealed shut, if not there wouldâve been a mess of rice grains all over the island counter. His clumsiness has you slapping a palm over your mouth to silence your giggles, not wanting to embarrass him.
âSorry, I wasnât expecting youâŠâ You apologize sheepishly, folding your towel over your arm and placing it on a barstool nearby.Â
âN-No, youâre fine! I shouldnât have just let myself in, itâs kinda just a habit. You deserve your privacy without having to worry about whether or not Iâm gonna barge in unannounced.â He dismisses your apology with a wave of his hand. âIâll just put these up for you and then Iâll be on my way.â
âCan I help?â You waddle over to him, fingers laced behind your back. âIâd feel bad watching you put my groceries away for me after going out and getting them.â
Yunho gestures for you to occupy the space beside him with a small smile that takes solace at the corner of his mouth. The two of you do everything in complete silence, still not entirely used to each otherâs presence because of the lack of crossing paths. As youâre finishing up, you start grabbing the items you need for your cereal. He raises an eyebrow at you.
âYou donât want something a little more filling?â He suddenly questions, jutting his chin at your bowl.
âI would love that if I knew how to cook,â you laugh. âIronic isnât it? The granddaughter of two farmers canât cook to save their life.â
Yunho shakes his head with a chuckle, ruffling his hair. âWell, I donât have to feed the horses for another hour if youâd like for me to whip up something better than a bowl of cereal.âÂ
âReally?â Your eyebrows furrow. Despite growing up with the mindset that you were above the farm life your grandparents tried to impose on you, you hated feeling like you were coming across as entitled. You didnât want Yunho to think you were lazy or that you were too good. âYou donât have to do that. I can survive on instant ramen and cereal, I swear.â
âY/N,â he says your name with a certain authority to it, and youâve never loved the sound of your name coming out of someone elseâs mouth so much before. âI want to. Iâm not the worldâs greatest chef or anything, but I have a couple tricks up my sleeve.â
âOkay, then,â you nod, taking a seat at the island. You watch in awe as he dances around the kitchen and prepares something for you. Itâs weird, not in the sense that you feel awkward around this complete stranger, but because you feel the opposite. You feel comfortable around him, like youâve known him for a while. Itâs almost like Yunho has been a casual part of your life for much longer than a week. Heâs easy to get along with, easy to mold into what youâre used to.
And thatâs weird because you have a boyfriend. A boyfriend who cooks dinner for you most nights, but somehow has never made you feel this taken care of. It throws you off. That should definitely not be the case. How is this man doing this in one week and your boyfriend couldnât in two years?Â
The guilt settles in the pit of your stomach quickly. Sure, your boyfriend mightâve had a habit of forgetting important dates and didnât give you half as much attention as he shouldâve, but did that warrant the emotions brewing in your chest? Could that excuse this notion that maybe it was time to finally call it quits?
You zone out as Yunho finishes cooking your breakfast, too inside of your head to even fawn over the doting and slight coddling he was doing. Maybe you need to have a long conversation with Seojun about your relationship and where you want it to go. Perhaps it was a nice idea to invite him out to visit the farm, it could do you both some good.Â
âTa-da!â Yunho holds out a plate to you, the sparkle in his eyes effectively pushing out any thoughts of your boyfriend and the shame that was picking at you. You canât help but reciprocate his expression when you see how delicious the food looks.
Heâd made you omurice, the ketchup on top in cute squiggly lines to form whiskers and a little dog face. You accept the plate gratifyingly, your fingers brushing as you do so. He smiles shyly, eyeing you carefully while you take the first bite. You donât remember the last time you had a home cooked breakfast, accustomed to the occasional muffin at the coffee shop near your house.
ââNot the worldâs greatest chefâ my ass,â you grumble, pouting at his humbleness and his inability to be bad at anything. âI might just ask you to have breakfast with me every morning if you can chef it up this well.â
That melodic laugh of his rings in your ears, his elbows resting on the island and his chin in his palms. âIâm sure Yeoreum would appreciate a companion who isnât me.â
âHow long have you had her?â You ask, shoveling more omurice into your mouth. If you werenât so hungry and so appeased by how delicious it was, youâd feel bad for ruining his hard work. The ketchup no longer looked like a dog, but rather a splatter of red all over your plate.Â
âAlmost four years now. I had her for a year before I met your grandparents. She adores them, so itâs no surprise that she likes you too.â He has this fond gaze in his eyes as he talks about his beloved Border Collie and it makes your heart ache.Â
The fact that he has such a good relationship with your grandparents seals the deal for you. Well, it would seal the deal if you were single. Yunho is like the ideal man that every parent would want their daughter to bring home. He knows how to cook, knows how to clean. Heâs adept around the house, skilled in yard work and other random jobs like fixing leaky pipes and installing new appliances. Heâs gentle, but doesnât mind getting his hands dirty.Â
Your parents would never meet him, though. After the summer was over, youâd be back in Seoul and he would still be here, a distant memory. You forcibly laugh away the thought, excusing it as your response to his words and continuing the conversation about his dog.Â
Perhaps this stay would be harder to get through than you thought.Â
As the weeks pass you by, you find yourself becoming more and more infatuated with Jeong Yunho.
Cooking breakfast for you in the morning has become a regular thing. Monitoring him at the stove with sleepy eyes and a mug of fresh coffee in your hands has ingrained itself into your routine. Yeoreum called the spot beneath your stool her own now, laying there as her owner made your food. You think the transition from seeing him as just this comforting presence, this kind individual, to wanting something more was almost too smooth.
Especially right now as you sit on the back porch sipping on some lemonade, admiring the cowboy as he transfers bales of hay from the bed of his pickup truck to the pigpen and the cattle pen. He pauses in between trips, stripping off his flannel and tying it around his waist. He lifts the hem of the white tank top heâs wearing and uses it to wipe sweat from his forehead, revealing the toned abdomen he had been hiding from you up until now.Â
You feel like youâre going insane, trying to pretend like youâre reading your book as you not so subtly gawk at his muscles straining with each bale he lifts. Itâs crazy really, the effect he has on you doing his fucking job. Youâve made it a habit to sit out here and stare at him under the guise of various other things. Aside from being borderline obsessive, itâs horrible because youâre still very much in a relationship.
Most people would feel a hell of a lot worse than you do, like their entire world was crumbling between their fingertips just for finding someone else attractive. But for some reason, as time has continued to roll on, that guiltâ that self-preservationâ has faded. Youâre dipping into another emotion that youâre too scared to explore.Â
Yunho takes a break from his labor to guzzle down a bottle of water, his chest heaving up and down from exertion. Had you been paying attention to anything other than the view of the handsome man, you wouldâve noticed the glass sliding out of your grasp, the condensation becoming far too dense to keep a solid grip on the cup. In the midst of drooling over him, your lemonade falls to the ground with a loud clanging noise.
Your reflexes are only swift enough to save your book, but the drink spills everywhere else and you wince at how embarrassing the situation is. You hurry inside to grab a towel before he can see the mortification enveloping your features. He seemed like the observant type, like one scan of your face could tell him everything he needs to know without a single word exchanged. Your fingers curl around the edge of the counter, blowing a raspberry while you attempt to regulate your blood pressure.
Through the window above the kitchen sink, you make out a confused Yunho, brows furrowed as he looks in the direction of the house. He worried over you entirely too much, particularly when you take into account the fact that all you did was think about him in manners not necessarily safe for work. Maybe you were just delirious. That was the only logical explanation for why youâre spiraling.
The high temperatures of the summer coupled with your surroundings are contributing to your change in behavior. Yes. That made sense. You werenât crazy.
With a bit more reprieve, youâre able to grab a tea towel and head back outside to clean up your mess. (Not unaccompanied by a couple glances in Yunhoâs direction, but thatâs fine. Perfectly healthy even. Itâs normal to check up on a friend. At least, thatâs what you tell yourself, but whoâs holding you accountable?)
âYou know youâve been making me breakfast every morning without asking for anything in return,â you speak up one morning, chin resting on the island. âIs there anything I can do to repay you?âÂ
Yunho purses his lips as he hands you your plate. âNah, I like cooking for you.â
You try to ignore the way that has your heart fluttering in your chest, try to ignore the warmth blooming beneath your skin. Your eyes glance down at your food to avoid eye contact, bringing your chopsticks up to your lips. âOkay, well I wanna do something for you.â
Despite mumbling the words, he hears you anyway and smiles to himself as he takes a sip from his mug. He rolls up the sleeves of his denim button up, reaching down to scratch behind Yeoreumâs ear, the area that youâve learned is her favorite. She pants joyfully, jumping on his leg excitedly. He looks between the two of you.
âMissy here needs a bath,â he says, cooing at her. âI was gonna give her one later, after I cleaned out the stables, but if you donât mind doing it.â
âIâd do just about anything for that precious girl,â you nod enthusiastically. âConsider it done.â
This is how you end up out back, dog shampoo in one hand and the water hose in the other.Â
Yeoreumâs signature bandana and collar lay on one of the rocking chairs on the porch, the dog looking so different without her accessories as you prepare to bathe her. You wet her fur generously, squeezing enough shampoo into your palm to lather it on. Compared to your childhood pets, sheâs pretty well behaved.
Sheâs probably one of the only dogs whoâs ever actually enjoyed taking a bath, sitting still for you while you scrub and rinse and repeat. You take your time with cleaning her, wanting to make sure you do your best as a thank you for every plate Yunho has ever made you. Usually, this isnât something you would jump at the opportunity to do. Somehow, being back at the farm this past month or so has done everything your parents tried to do when you were younger.
It couldâve had to do with the desensitization of being here every summer for so long that it just never stuck when you were grade school age. But now, fully grown and experiencing this all over again on your own, with new faces at your side, itâs like youâre being exposed to something different. You can see why your mom and dad didnât want the city life to become a dependency.Â
You preferred the view of cabs and cafĂ©s over cows and chickens in the past, but now you found a sense of familiarity in them. Youâd always want to go home as soon as you got here. Unlike other kids, you wanted your summer to be over as quickly as possible. You couldnât imagine going home after this, though. This unveiled attachment to the farm you detested when you were younger could only be accredited to one person, and it was a little frightening.Â
He constantly brought out parts of you that you didnât know existed. This enigma, the one that emphasized how big of a role heâs fulfilling in the short period of time youâve been here, drills itself into your brain every day. You knew you had to acknowledge it sooner or later, but it was just less of a hassle to act like it wasnât screaming at you. Your fear of change was a more pertinent issue to ignore, so you let it consume all else.Â
While getting lost in your thoughts, Yeoreum starts shaking and startles you, causing your hold on the hose to loosen, water spraying everywhere. The diversion has you losing your footing and slipping in the mud. You shriek, though it does nothing to block the stream that drenches you, your clothes getting wet. The universe decides itâs not on your side, because you happened to wear a white shirt. Why you chose to do that when you knew you were bathing a dog, you have no clue, but it was a little too late for regrets.
Yeoreum jumps out of the basin you had her in and runs to the farmhouse just as Yunhoâs walking out, fresh from the shower. You forgot that he was cleaning the stables at the same time you were giving the Border Collie her bath, but now youâre starting to wish you waited until afterward just in case you needed the assistance. And well, you definitely needed the assistance.Â
Plucking the tail end of the mishap, Yunhoâs initial reaction is to laugh at your misfortune, but the closer he gets to the scene, the laughter dies out in his throat. Your top is sheer enough that he can map out the outline of your black bra. It leaves very little to the imagination and he thinks he might fall to his knees right here.
Since your grandparents told him that youâd be house sitting while they were away and proudly showcased a photo of you, heâs been enthralled by you. You had the face of an angel, or maybe a really enticing demon, he hasnât cogitated it much yet.Â
He swallows thickly, hoping to keep his composure as he makes his way to you. His hand is a little shaky when it reaches to take the hose from you, squeezing his eyes closed and switching off the water. He stays there for a few seconds to mentally prep himself for an up-close-and-personal look at you, even going as far as holding his breath.Â
âUhâ youâ umâ you should go inside and dry off before you catch a cold,â Yunho keeps his eyes cast downward. Heâs grateful that you donât note how red the tips of his ears are, or how he thinks the sky is suddenly much more interesting than your face.
Your head cocks to the side in confusion. âWhat do you mean âbefore I catch a coldâ? Itâs, like, a million degrees out.âÂ
âThe temperature drops at night and the sunâs setting soon. Iâll handle it from here. Yeoreum ran off, so I gotta chase after her anyway and I donât think you want her to soak you more than she already has.â Heâs insistent on shooing you away and getting you inside of the house. You huff.
âOkay⊠If you say soâŠâÂ
Reluctantly, you spin around and traverse back. The draft of the air conditioning has you shivering, rubbing up and down your arms as you enter the bathroom to inspect the damage. Your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when you finally see yourself. No wonder Yunho was so adamant on staving you off like you were the plague.Â
In your defense, you didnât think the hose won the battle by that much. You assumed youâd just gotten everything above your shoulders wet, but no. You were practically doused head to toe. And the clear display of your brassiere under your clothes was the last thing on your mind.
He was stronger than you. Actually, he was a more respectful person than you. You wouldâve gawked at him shamelessly if the roles were reversed. But at least youâre self aware! Right? The first step in recognizing that you have a problem, is admitting that you have a problem. Thatâs what you think they say in those addiction commercials, but you could be wrong.Â
Wow. Now you were comparing him to drugs. Though, you suppose there isnât that huge of a difference. Both had equal success rates in terms of getting people high and then making it hard to wane off their effects.Â
You really had to quit it with the metaphor usage.Â
Itâs around midnight that night when the lightbulb in the bathroom goes out, halting you from finishing your bedtime routine.Â
Youâre exhausted to say the least, face damp from washing it and one of those fuzzy hairbands with the animal ears perched on your head. You were ready to crash out, but there were still a couple things you needed to do before that. It was proving to be a little difficult in the pitch black bathroom. The window above the shower was too narrow to provide any sufficient moonlight.
With a low grumble, you shuffle into your slippers and make the short trek from your grandparentsâ house to Yunho in the farmhouse. You hug yourself when a strong breeze blows past, your flimsy t-shirt and sleep shorts doing hardly anything to block the cool summer nightâs air.Â
A piece of you feels a little bad for bothering him so late, but you have no idea how to change a lightbulb. You donât even know where the lightbulbs are. Besides, you think youâd electrocute yourself if you made an attempt to do it on your own.Â
You huff out a sigh and bring your knuckles up to knock at his door, waiting patiently for a response. Heâs not asleep, you know this because heâs mentioned that his internal clock doesnât turn off until two in the morning. Circadian rhythms were an odd concept, so to each their own.Â
âYunho! Itâs Y/N! Open up!â
When a few minutes have passed, you try the knob. Maybe it was a bit⊠too presumptuous of you to enter his home without explicit permission. Yes, youâd known each other for the better part of a month and a half, and yes, youâd gotten very close in that timeframe, but did that constitute your actions?
Whether or not the answer to that question was a yes or a no, you really wish you wouldâve just waited outside. As you venture further in search of the cowboy, you stumble upon something you shouldnât have.Â
Standing in the hallway on the other side of his bedroom, the door ajar at least an inch, you catch a glimpse of him on his bed. That white tank top youâre so used to seeing him in is between his teeth, eyebrows knit together in pure pleasure as he fists his cock with a purpose. His nostrils are flared and whiny moans escape from behind the fabric.Â
His head falls back every now and then, eyes fluttering shut when he runs his thumb over the slit. Heâs so focused that he doesnât notice you, too entranced with chasing his high. Your lips part as you watch him fuck up into his hand, his shirt slipping from his mouth when he groans out a curse.Â
Just as quickly as you become distracted by the sight of Yunho jerking off, you become aware of what youâre doing. You flee the scene before you get yourself caught, exiting the farmhouse as quietly as you can. The lightbulb can wait until morning, it wasnât that important, honestly. Youâre in a daze the entire walk back to your grandparents house, goosebumps littering your arms and the image of him in such an obscene state burned into your brain.Â
You fall backwards onto your bed, staring at the ceiling in hopes of willing away the path your mind is beginning to wander towards. All you can think about is the sight of him so desperate for release, large hand wrapped around his dick, abdomen contracting with need. You know you werenât supposed to see, werenât supposed to bear witness to something so personal.Â
Itâs difficult to push out the nasty, inappropriate thoughts clouding your head. His expressions contorted into absolute bliss. His slender fingers could probably do so much more than your own, could probably reach places youâd never even dreamed of. And fuck, his dick, prettier and bigger than any other youâve ever seen.Â
Your chest blushes with heat, an embarrassment washing over you when you realize youâre turned on. You should feel terrible for intruding on Yunhoâs privacy like that, especially without him knowing, but all you can do is want him more than you already do. That craving for something deeper, carnal, fans the flame engulfing you, dragging you further into the sick and twisted hell youâve created for yourself.Â
Yunho has been nothing but welcoming, kind and gentle with you, someone he didnât even know the name of until last month. Someone whoâs done everything in their power to repress this lifestyle for so long. And for some reason, it just comes so easily with him. You donât feel forced to enjoy living on the farm. He makes you laugh and puts a smile on your face effortlessly. He has you wondering if life can actually be this simple.Â
But when all is said and done, there will be somebody else waiting for you back home. Somebody who doesnât know how to whip up omurice with freshly laid eggs. Somebody who isnât even a dog person, who thinks pets are nuisances. Somebody who doesnât live in the farmhouse behind your grandparentsâ. Itâs a bitter pill to swallow.
If you touch yourself with tears streaming down your cheeks to the thought of the man who has eyes that resemble the night sky, well thatâs between you and whatever higher being exists out there.Â
You sit across from Yunho with bated breath, afraid that if you opened your mouth he would know your dirty secret. You avoid his eyes for the same reason, like one good look at you would reveal what you were trying to hide.Â
Yunho himself was doing his best to pretend like he hadnât masturbated to the thought of you last night. He liked to think he was good at keeping his feelings under wraps. It wasnât like he didnât know you were in a relationship, heâs heard you on the phone before. He stays silent as he fries rice in a pan and has some bread in the toaster. The only sounds in the kitchen are sizzling and the pants coming from Yeoreum under your stool.Â
In the time that youâve been here, never once has it been awkward between you like this. The conversation usually doesnât stop flowing, rolling on and on and filtering into things that donât pertain to the original subject. He rarely has his back to you for too long, turning over his shoulder to shoot you a grin every here and now.Â
Both of you go to speak at the same time as a means of salvaging the morning from eternal strain. You stare at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. Truly, you were two birds of a feather, or however that saying goes.
âSorry, I donât know why Iâm being so quiet today,â Yunho says, though he knows itâs a lie. âI guess I had a long night.â
âOh, that reminds me,â his mention of the previous night has you recalling the reason you went out to the farmhouse in the first place. âThe light in my bathroom went out, do you think you can fix it for me?âÂ
âYeah, for sure,â he begins preparing your plate. âActually, I have this joke about lightbulbs. You wanna hear it?â
Your lips curl into a smile, already attempting to hold back your laughter. With a raised eyebrow, you respond, âWhat is it?â
âWhat did the lightbulb say to the light switch?â He asks nonchalantly, taking a bite from his own piece of toast. Youâre failing miserably at acting like you donât think the joke is funny, although he hasnât even told you the punchline yet.
âI dunno, Yunho, what did the lightbulb say to the light switch?âÂ
ââYou turn me on.ââÂ
Thereâs a pregnant pause as the joke resonates and you canât stop yourself from cackling at how stupid it is. He joins in, but mostly because your laughter is contagious. His chest swells with pride at his successful landing, feeling like heâs on top of the world just for bringing a smile to your face. God, he was down tremendously bad.Â
Your spoon clatters onto the counter as you lean over, a hand clapped over your mouth as your boisterous laughing simmers into a giggle. Yunho leans into you slightly, matching your energy as he munches on his toast. This is what has you conflicted, so at war with yourself. The proximity should have you pulling away, but something about him always reels you in, despite the consequences that await.
And unfortunately, those consequences come to a head today.
âAre you fucking serious, Y/N?âÂ
You and Yunho jump back, whipping towards the source of the voice. Seojun stands there, his bags at his feet and his face crestfallen, disbelief written all over it. He shakes his head and turns to leave, you stumbling off of the barstool to follow behind him. The guilt youâve only ever felt momentarily settles deep in your chest and deep in your stomach, though you technically havenât done anything wrong.
Your abruptness startles Yeoreum and sheâs up in a heartbeat, tailing behind you curiously. Yunho has to rush to stop her, but a part of himself wants to do the same. No matter how much he likes you, heâs never wanted to be the cause of your relationship falling apart. He wanted you organically, not like this.
âSeojun! Wait!â You call after him, holding up a hand to block out the harsh sunlight, tripping over your slippers. He scoffs.Â
âWhat am I waiting for? You to spew some bullshit about how nothingâs going on between the two of you? Iâm not fucking stupid, Y/N. Iâm not blind.â He pops open his trunk and throws his bags in haphazardly.
âYouâre being unreasonable,â you exclaim, rounding the car so youâre directly in front of him. âThere is nothing going on. Weâve just gotten to know each other since we live in the same vicinity. Did you want me to stay here for three months and hole myself away with no other human contact?â
âHe was just supposed to be the guy who lived in the farmhouse. He wasnât supposed to bother you. Thatâs what you told me, remember?â Seojun is losing his patience, something that has always been the root of the problem when youâve gotten into past arguments. âHow do you expect me to react when I come to surprise you and see you being so close to another man?â
âI was laughing at a joke he told me. Youâre making this a bigger deal than it is and blowing everything completely out of proportion. Iâm sorry that it never came up that we became friends, but I didnât do anything wrong. Iâve never once cheated on you in the three years weâve been together and for you to accuse me of that is so fucking low of you.â Youâre not going to cry, not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing heâs won. He thrives off of seeing your vulnerability and you wonât let him have it.Â
âI saw the way he was looking at you,â he seethes, balling his hands into fists at his sides. âI know that look because thatâs how I used to look at you.â
A laugh devoid of any humor leaves you and he blinks. âThatâs how you âused toâ look at me? When did you stop? And why am I just finding this out?â
âThatâs notâ that isnât what I meant, Y/Nââ
âNo, Seojun. You did,â you glance away from him, nipping at the inside of your cheek. âWeâre grasping for straws. We arenât going anywhere anymore and we havenât for a while now. Thatâs why we're standing here arguing over this. I just want to know why you didnât just tell me.â
âIâm too complacent,â he sighs, breathing through his nose. âI was too comfortable with you and I didnât know how to let you go or walk away. But youâre right, there isnât anything for us to save, and it seems like weâre both ready to move on.â
âWhat does that mean?âÂ
âI saw how you were looking at him, too. You might not have acted on it, but you have feelings for him. Iâm not gonna stay and hold you back.â Seojun unlocks his car, opening the door. âAnd for what itâs worth, you wonât be wasting your time.â
You donât respond, instead humming and letting him drive off. Once his car is far enough out of your view, you go back into the house. Thereâs an indescribable emotion that hostages you, binding your wrists and tying you down metaphorically. You canât seem to shake it.Â
Yunho is still in the kitchen, sitting on the floor with Yeoreum to keep her calm. He gazes up at you expectantly and you feel the tears you were suppressing from Seojun bubbling up. If you werenât going to cry in front of your (now ex) boyfriend, you definitely werenât going to cry in front of him.Â
With a trembling exhale, you force yourself to say, âI need to be alone.â
He understands empathetically, clipping on Yeoreumâs leash and leaving the house in the same breath. That in itself has you crying like a baby the moment youâre all by yourself. You hold your face in your hands, body shuddering with each sob you release.Â
I saw the way he was looking at you.Â
I saw how you were looking at him, too.Â
You had a lot to think about, and everything always seemed to circle back to Jeong Yunho.Â
A couple days escape you before you register you havenât seen much of Yunho. After your breakup with Seojun, you really did need a bit of room to process it all, but you hadnât realized just how much you depended on the cowboyâs presence until you were missing it.Â
You hadnât meant to push him away, if thatâs how he saw it. A night of bawling your eyes out with a pint of ice cream and The Vow was enough to cure you. However, it appears that he thought you needed more, going as far as putting a pin in your daily breakfast ritual. You arenât sure how to extend an olive branch when you werenât even trying to cause a rift between you in the first place.Â
Being with someone for three years may not seem like a lot, but that fraction of your life is stuck with you, like a thumbtack that refuses to come out of the wall. Youâd had boyfriends before Seojun, but they werenât nearly as serious. There weren't formal introductions between parents, no late night conversations that bleed into early mornings, no sleepovers and quick kisses before work.Â
Of course, after a certain point, those had just become habitual. You werenât doing them because they evoked a sense of love or care anymore, but rather because you were familiar with them. It was safer to continue the pattern of waking up and falling asleep to Seojun on the other side of the bed, the intrusion of sunlight and the cacophony of traffic outside your window, even if you didnât really want to.Â
And then you came here.Â
Somehow, returning to your grandparentsâ farm was exactly what you needed to break through that cycle. As much as you would love to attest it to your location and discovering the appreciation your family wanted you to feel for it, you know the real reason. Itâs all thanks to a certain cowboy.
Yunhoâs feelings for you run far deeper than he couldâve imagined. He doesnât know the extent of what happened with you and Seojun, but he thinks putting distance between you is better in the long run anyway. On the off chance youâre still together, he wants to preserve his heart. Heâs handed it to someone else too easily in the past and he doesnât want to make that mistake with you if you donât feel the same.Â
But even on the off chance that youâve broken up, he still wants to stop himself from falling further and harder than he already has. Without ill will, he doubts that you would give up the life you have in the city for this, for him. Heâll be perpetually chained to being a faint imprint on your memory of the summer. Youâll think back to the months you spent here and heâll have played only a minor role.Â
It was wishful thinking, too hopeful of him to presume this would lead to a happy ending. You were from different worlds, led different lives. It was time for him to be realistic. And that meant implementing the space that was supposed to exist between you from the get go.Â
Though, you make it difficult when he bumps into you on the way back from the mailbox. DĂ©jĂ vu, anyone?
Yeoreum is excited to see you, jumping onto her haunches to lick your face when you kneel to her level. You giggle, squeezing one eye shut as you balance yourself and hold her still so her weight doesnât clamber you both onto the ground. Your fingers pet to top of her head softly as you coo, âWhoâs a good girl?â
Yunho physically winces when his chest tightens at the sight of his two favorite girls. The word âdistanceâ bounces around his head like a pinball, reminding him what heâs supposed to be doing. He just canât bring himself to walk away. Especially when you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours.Â
âHeyâŠâ You start, steeling your tone to ensure itâs even. âIâm sorry if it seemed like I was avoiding you or something. I needed some time to myself to figure things out. It wasnât my intention to shut you out and put you on the back burner.â
âNo, itâs okay. I had to figure stuff out on my own, too,â he uses his bandana to dab at the sweat perspiring on his forehead. âDid you sort through whatever you needed to?â
âI did,â you nod, standing upright. âSeojun and I broke up, so I had to sit with my feelings for a bit. Weâve been together for so long, I think I needed to remember what it was like to be without him, and then I realized thatâs basically what Iâve been doing since I came here.â
âOh.â Yunhoâs lips form an âOâ shape, hands dragging down the sides of his pants. âIâm sorryâ umâ about your breakup.â
âDonât be,â you smile, dismissing his sympathy. âIt was a long time coming, honestly. We werenât really in the relationship wholeheartedly anymore. There wasnât a point in stringing it along, you know? But thatâs enough about me, did you figure your own things out?â
âI thought I did,â he says, which is true considering heâd been mulling over what to do with his emotions subsequent to your argument with your ex. âAnd then I kinda steered off course. Itâs alright, though, I think I like the new conclusion Iâve come to a lot better.â
You might be on the same page now, but there was an entire discussion that had to happen to solidify that. Following a very emotionally charged past couple days, you could do without that today. Youâre both just glad that the air is cleared and you can resume building the bond that began forming the moment you stepped foot onto the farm, no restrictions whatsoever.
âHave you ever ridden a horse?âÂ
You glance up from your book, this time genuinely reading it as Yunho fed the chickens and cleaned up their coop. He towers over you while he asks the question, his shadow thwarting off any direct sunlight. Your nose scrunches.Â
âWhen I was in, like, middle school? Itâs been a minute,â you answer, making sure to bookmark the page you stopped at. âWhy?
âWould you let me teach you how to do it again?â He nips at his lower lip, like heâs nervous youâll say no. The truth of the matter is youâd say yes even if he asked you to commit arson, which is kind of a problem.
âThat sounds fun,â you shrug. âWhat time should I be ready?â
âUh, now?âÂ
Okay, so sitting on a horse did not seem this scary when you were twelve.
It probably had to do with you being fearless and whatnot, but also because you did whatever your grandparents asked just to appease them. The faster you got off the damn horse, the faster you could go back inside and situate yourself in front of the TV. They thought they were making progress with you, but really you were outsmarting the outsmarters.Â
Sweat glazes on the underside of your hands, disrupting the security of your grasp on the reins. Yunho thought it would be wiser if he stayed on foot, guiding you and the horse around the perimeter of the pen. You hoped you didnât look as afraid as you were, but youâre certain the slight quiver of your bottom lip gives it away.Â
âYouâre doing fine, Y/N,â he reassures, maintaining a comforting amount of eye contact with you.
âAm I? Or does it just seem that way because youâre pulling the horse?â You quip, gripping the reins tighter when it steps over a rock and you sway a little. Your tone is laced with sarcasm, something Yunho hasnât heard much of from you since youâve met, but he thinks itâs cute that you resort to violence when youâre scared.
You notice the quirk of his mouth and how heâs trying not to laugh at your terror. It pisses you off solely because his humor isnât unwarranted. You are being a bit over dramatic. He unties his bandana from around his neck and tosses it to you. âSo you donât callus your hands.â
Heâs too thoughtful, too considerate for his own good, but thatâs what roped you in. Even when you met for the first time, he had you figured out. The longer you stare at him, the more you realize just how perfect he is. If you were still in school and you were tasked with writing an essay about the summer you spent here, youâre sure the words would flow onto the pages flawlessly, without skipping a beat. Your prose would be so beautifully written, that even the most notable authors would be envious of your experience.
The only downside of this was the fact that time was beginning to seep through your fingers. There was mutuality in your feelings for each other, that was almost unequivocal. You were both just hesitant in taking that first leap. The uncertainty lied with that goodbye at the end of August, the one thatâll hurt a lot more than it was supposed to. But you know that postponing your unceremonious declaration of feelings would just do more harm than anything else.Â
One consistency youâve singled out since coming back to the farm is this common theme of divine intervention, or fate, whatever you want to call it. Right when youâre on the brink of an epiphany, youâre always forcefully shoved into it, like a freight train crashing into its platform traveling at full speed. This moment is no different.Â
Yeoreum barking at a squirrel on the other side of the pen scares the horse whoâs back you were currently on. It bucks up and you release the reins in alarm. You fall quickly, but Yunhoâs quicker, catching you in his arms like itâs been a childhood dream of his to be a superhero. He searches your face for any indication that you might be hurt, a hand coming up to cup your cheek.Â
The eyes youâve grown to adore examine your own with so much care that you find yourself melting in his hold. Your face instinctively leans into his palm, fingers still clutching the fabric of his shirt like he may drop you.Â
Itâs nearly second-nature to minimize the gap between you.Â
You never understood what novelists meant when they described kissing scenes. And you think thatâs because youâd never truly had a kiss like this before. It was as if they were all talking about this second, this blip in time. The sparks that shoot from where your lips meet to the tips of your fingers, the thump-thump-thump of your heartbeat in your ears, the sensation of never wanting to escape, never wanting to stop.Â
Yunhoâs hand snakes behind your head, tangling in your hair to deepen the connection. Itâs hungry. Itâs desperate. Itâs too much. Itâs not enough. Everything that had been stacking on top of each other was leading to this, the collision that rivaled the Big Bang. You whine into his lips, an invitation but also an inquiry.Â
He parts from you just so he can catch his breath, his forehead resting on yours. âCan I take you inside?â
You nod fervently. âYes. Please.â
He wastes no time hauling you to the farmhouse. His grip on your wrist is gentle as he pulls you into his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and trapping you between his legs. Your restraint wears thin, nimble fingers fumbling with the rest of the buttons on his denim shirt. You push it off of his shoulders, a bit shell shocked when you discover that heâs wearing a regular t-shirt as opposed to his usual tank top.Â
âYou would pull something like this today of all days,â you laugh breathily, untucking the shirt from his pants. He reciprocates the sentiment, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck while you undress him.Â
âIs it evil of me to say I was sorta hoping this would happen?â He speaks into your exposed collarbone, nipping, sucking, biting the skin. Your appreciative sigh goads him, his tongue gliding across the abused surface as a form of relief.Â
âMm-mm,â you hum, shaking your head, fast to yank off his shirt and run your nails down his abdomen. âIâve been waiting for this for too long.â
âYeah?â Yunho flips the two of you easily so youâre the one on the bed now. He pushes up the hem of your shirt, pecking your stomach to your clavicle as he shows more and more of your skin until the fabric is removed from your body. âCanât believe I finally get to have you.â
You involuntarily moan, completely untouched and because of his words alone. Every part of you feels like itâs lit ablaze, burning with want and need and everything in between. This ran further than just what-ifs and late night fantasies. Your relationship with Yunho tiptoed on the edge of something youâve never known before, and that makes this so much more special.Â
He glances up at you when his fingers reach for the button of your shorts, a silent ask for permission. You give him the green light and hold yourself up on your elbows, watching with your breathing trapped in your throat as he rids of your panties along with them. His hands push your knees to your chest, kissing your inner thighs and right around the place you need him most, but never there.Â
âYunhoâŠâ You warn, but it comes across as a broken whimper rather than an establishment of authority. He laughs and then his lips are pressing to your clit, a sweet kiss that has all rationality taking a vacation from your brain. Your head tips back and you fist at the sheets.Â
He drags his tongue through your folds, swirling it around the sensitive bundle of nerves each time it makes its return. Itâs almost criminal how good it feels to have his mouth on your cunt, eyes already heavy lidded with pleasure. He sucks on your clit at the same time he decides to insert a finger into your entrance, curling it experimentally just because he can. Like you predicted, it reaches that spongy spot at the crook of your pussy, brushing it once heâs sure heâs found it.Â
While you walked in on him fucking his fist, the only thing on his mind was you. He was so absorbed in the mental image of what you would look like beneath him, wiggling, writhing, squirming with indulgence. His social awareness was at a zero. This replayed over and over until he came, his thoughts so vivid he couldâve swore it was real.
But this, the actual thing, was so much better; his forearm pinning your hips down, his middle finger curling and uncurling inside of you, his mouth working overtime to inch you towards the edge of that steep cliff. He moans when your eyebrows practically coalesce, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. You look so gorgeous like this, so disoriented all because of the bliss he was providing. The vibrations of the sound have you arching your back, uncontrollable whines running from your mouth.
âFeel good?â Yunho asks, disconnecting his mouth and replacing it with his other hand, ring and middle digits swiping across your clit with practiced pressure.Â
âMhm,â you nod frantically, eyes on the brink of rolling to the back of your head. âFeels so good, Yun⊠Just like that, âm almost there.â
Thatâs all he needs to hear, switching his hand and mouth once again, focusing on alternating harsh and gentle sucks of your clit, adding a second finger to pump in and out of your hole. The doubled change in stimulation knocks the wind out of you, the precipice of your orgasm so close you can taste it. Youâd never been brought to the summit this early in the past, and you think Yunho deserves some sort of reward for being the first to do so.
Youâd worry about that later though, because youâre blindsided by it before you can even conjure your next thought. You cum with a cry, tears springing to your eyes from the immense amount of ecstasy coursing through your veins, swimming in your bloodstream. Yunho coos at you, not stopping until youâve relaxed in his hold. âThatâs it, baby, youâre doing so well.â
The praise makes your head feel airy, like empty space unoccupied by anything. If you paid attention in chemistry, then youâd know thatâs highly impossible, but you didnât. The only chemistry you even remotely care about is the one between you and Yunho, the tension that has piled higher and higher for days on end until its crescendo now.Â
You sit up to kiss him roughly, savoring the taste of yourself on his lips. He smiles into it, a hand raising to caress the underside of your jaw. He climbs onto the bed, scooting you up so youâre positioned by the pillows. It doesnât take much effort for your bodies to swap, his back to the headboard. You clumsily seat yourself on his lap, a knee on either side of him and sighing wistfully when his mouth trails down your throat and sternum, slender fingers sneaking behind you to unclasp your bra.
He aids you in removing his pants, still simultaneously prioritizing kisses all over your bare chest. When youâre both fully naked, you take your time admiring his cock. Itâs just as pretty as you remember, long and thick. Your hand wraps around it gingerly, stroking the length as you lean down to kiss him again. You donât think you could ever get enough of his lips on your own.Â
âIâm not exactly getting any action over here, so I donât have any condoms,â he says into your kiss, voice no louder than a whisper.Â
âThatâs okay,â you run your fingers through his hair. âWanna feel you anyways, all of you.â
âFuck, Y/N, you can kill a man with those words.â He groans, nails digging into your hips. You giggle, but itâs interrupted by him sitting you fully, his dick slipping through your lower lips. A whine brushes his ear when the tip catches your clit, repeating the movement until you canât stay still.
The closest youâll ever get to Heaven on earth is Yunhoâs cock pushing inside of you, filling you up so deliciously you think you could die like this. Your jaw slackens, hands coming up to support yourself on his shoulders. Even if this is a one time thing, something that never happens again during your stay at the farm, he wants you to remember this when you go back home. He wants you to recall this sliver in your timeline and never forget it, wants his name engraved in your memory like a branding iron.
Once he feels youâve adjusted to him well enough, he pulls you off of him almost entirely, just to ram back in without mercy. He punches a voluminous moan from you, eyes watching where he disappears in you and reemerges. Youâre tighter and so much warmer than he dreamed youâd be, but itâs perfect. You suck him in like a vacuum, as if his cock was made to be inside of you, as if you didnât want him to part from you.
âYouâre s-so deep, Yun,â you mewl, pulling him in for another headache-inducing kiss. âDonât wanna stop.â
He exhales through his nostrils, mumbling out a curse when your walls squeeze around him. He wanted to last a while for you, wanted to hold out and prolong this moment until you were both on the crest of passing out. But you feel like a glove, your silk-adjacent cunt begging for more and more.Â
âThink I might cum soon, princess,â he groans, tossing his head back and just about losing every ounce of his sanity when your lips start marking the column of his throat.Â
His big hands move under your thighs, holding you in place so he can fuck up into you. The pace at which his cock drills in and out of your pussy has you seeing stars, eyes snapping shut and nothing but colorful spots decorating your vision. You were already abhorrently sensitive following your first orgasm, so it didnât really take much to introduce the second.Â
Your hips stutter and it washes over you like a tidal wave, your body shuddering and collapsing into his top half. He pulls out of you quickly, mouth stationed by your ear as he jerks himself off until heâs painting your backside. He moans, a lot like the sounds he was making the other night, and you feel the need to just kiss him again.Â
Your lips lock sweetly, a stark contrast to your previous actions. Yunho curves a hand on your cheek, seperating from you the smallest distance so he can admire you. The smile that etches onto his expression makes you dizzier than anything else. However, the cutesiness can only span so long before the setting gives way.Â
Yunhoâs hand snakes in between you, his forefinger sliding up and down your slit teasingly. Your breath comes out shaky, your face finding purchase in the crook of his neck. He replaces the digit with his middle finger, parting your pussy lips in search of your clit. It doesnât take him very long to find it, rubbing tight circles into the engorged skin. You moan into his shoulder, resting your forehead on it to see the way he works your cunt.Â
âYouâre so wet, baby. Have I not fucked you enough?â He whispers into your ear huskily. Yunho talking dirty to you is something you didnât know you needed in your life. His finger slips downward, thrusting up into your hole with ease. He keeps massaging your clit with his palm, the stimulation making your head woozy.
âMmmphâ Yun, god. Feels too good.â You whine, gyrating your hips on his hand.Â
âIs that right, babe?â He encourages, adding a second finger and increasing the speed of their thrusts, almost like you hadnât been in this position already. âI canât wait to feel this tight little pussy around my cock again. Gonna fuck you harder than the last.â
Your whimpers raise in volume, focusing on the way he curls his digits in you, applying pressure with the heel of his palm to the circles heâs rubbing into your clit. You can sense your third orgasm approaching, warmth flooding your cheeks at how embarrassingly fast he worked you back up. Your walls clench around his fingers, alerting him of how close you are. He pauses, worming his body down so his face is eye level with your cunt again.
Yunho does the whole teasing thing a second time, kissing and suckling the hot skin of your belly, knowingly denying you of your release. You grab a handful of his hair, tugging at the ends to spur him on. He groans, giving into you and licking a straight line up your slit. He inserts both fingers again, this time using his tongue to manipulate your swollen clit.
The heat of Yunhoâs mouth makes your insides ache, the necessity to cum intensifying. You keen loudly, desperately, needily, the sight of the brunette between your legs so incredibly arousing. He sucks on your throbbing clit, his long fingers as deep as they can go, and you crumble.Â
âOh my godâ oh my godâ Iâm cumming! Iâmââ You cut yourself off, convulsing under him. He laps up as much of your juices as he can, coating his chin with your release. You moan as you pull him towards you to unify your lips, a mixture of your saliva and cum connect your mouths in strings. At this point, the sex is messier than anything you couldâve plucked from your wildest dreams.Â
One hand trails down your body, using your nimble fingers to play with your sensitive clit when he starts fisting his cock in preparation to enter your pussy again. You use your free hand to scratch at his contracting abs. He hisses, propping himself up with one arm next to your head and his eyes trained on the way you finger yourself at the same time. You can feel his breath on your cheeks and being in this proximity to him fuels your yearning.
âPlease, Yun⊠Need you back inside of me,â you whimper. Rubbing your clit with your own fingers isnât satisfying enough, not with him here in front of you, not when you know how good he can make you feel.
âFuck, baby, when you beg like that I donât know if I can hold back.â He chuckles lowly. It rumbles from his chest, shooting to your core.Â
âSo donât,â you rouse. âThis is more than just a one time thing for me, Yunho.â
His eyes widen just a bit, your confession catching him off guard. Thatâs all he needs to line himself up with your hole, hooking his forearm under your knee as he slides in, stretching your cunt so perfectly with his perfect cock. âShitâ youâre so tight, princess⊠Itâs almost like I didnât just fuck you within an inch of your life.â He moans and spreads your legs wider. He bottoms out with a grunt, throwing his head back from the feeling of your velvety walls. A near deafening cry is ripped from your vocal cords. He nips at your neck, starting to piston his hips.Â
His thrusts donât slow but become calculated, speeding up and diving deep simultaneously. It only took a short amount of time to figure out what you liked and he used it to his advantage. Yunho hikes your knee to your chest, groping your tits with his free hand. He twists and tugs at your nipples just hard enough that it contributes to your pleasure rather than hurts you.
Itâs as if he doesnât feel buried inside of you sufficiently, because he decreases his pace to press and fold your other leg up, his hips ramming into your ass with each thrust now. The tip of his cock kisses at what feels like your cervix. That familiar coil begins to fasten again, keening with every drive into your cunt. The squelching noises wouldâve made you cower in shame with anyone else, but with Yunho it turns you on further.
You moan, and he flattens his hand on the lower part of your stomach. Yunho groans, biting the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. Your fingers find your clit again, circling insatiably to get yourself off.Â
âYou gonna cum for me again?â He rasps, his hold on your legs almost painful. The backs of your thighs burn, but you endure it for the sake of the moment. You reach up and behind yourself, grabbing at the headboard in an attempt to match his force.Â
âOh my god, yesâ yes yes yes yes,â you babble, the syllables blurring together like your mind. âGonna cum so hard for you, Yunho. Keep going, please.â
His lips attach to yours, tongues tangling sloppily. The position youâre in is on the opposite end of the spectrum from how you were expecting this summer reunion to go. Had you not been made aware of Yunho living here at the last minute, you probably wouldâve backed out of your commitment to staying. Deep down youâre a little too thankful that your grandmother mentioned him when it was too late to reconsider.Â
âI think Iâm in love with you, Y/N,â Yunho whispers into your mouth.Â
You let go of the headboard, cupping his jaw and kissing him lovingly. âMe too.â
Your fingers speed up and so do his thrusts, perfectly timed with each other to shove you both towards your highs. Youâre on the cusp of falling apart, arching into him to close the gap between your bodies.Â
âWanna cum inside you. Can I?â Yunho grunts.Â
âYes yes, please. Fill me up, Yun, want all of you.âÂ
He continues to abuse your cunt, pounding into you like his life depended on it. You sob, clamping your walls around him. He freezes, suddenly spilling into you. âCome on, baby, cum on my cock.â The warmth of his release and his words coax your orgasm, the fluttering of your cunt milking every single drop from him that it can. Even with his dick plugging you up, you can feel it dripping out of you and onto the sheets below.Â
He rocks into you languidly until youâve calmed down enough for him to pull out. His forehead is flush on your chest, rising and falling with it, both of you so spent from the intense physical activity you engaged in. You stare up at the ceiling with heavy eyelids, carding your fingers through his hair to soothe him.Â
âYou meant what you said right? About this not being a one time thing.â Yunho says hesitantly, like heâs afraid of permeating the atmosphere you created.Â
âI donât think I can go home at the end of the summer and forget the way I feel for you, Yunho.â You admit out loud. There had been a constant struggle in your head over whether or not to follow your heart, but as he looks at you with those sparkly eyes of his, you know your answer. And you feel a little stupid for ever considering the counter.Â
âAnd what exactly are those feelings?â He pushes, folding his hands on your sternum and laying his cheek on top. You giggle, brushing his hair out of his view. As tempting as it was to divulge your theatrical journey in assessing your emotions, youâre too exhausted to stay awake. It would have to wait for another day.Â
âYou have the rest of the summer to find out, cowboy.â
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Summary: youâre an incredible writer!!! could you write conrad x reader where she is bellyâs best friend and goes with them to cousins for the summers, and she tries really hard to not like conrad because belly does but he likes her back and they start secretly hooking up/dating? hell maybe even throw in that jeremiah likes her too đ and everyone finds out somehow, i live for the messy drama đ
Warnings: Sexual references and innuendos, 18+ DNI
Cousins had been a part of your childhood like it had been for Belly. Youâd met her in kindergarten and been inseparable ever since, so you were practically the third sibling to her and Steven. You spent countless summer days with them, then came home with Belly and spent the rest of the year counting down until next summer would come around.
When you were young, it was just fun and sun and summer and Bellyâs undying crush on the older brother. Not too much of that had changed as youâd grown up now - but perhaps youâd changed.
You werenât sure when it had changed. But, one summer, it was like you looked at that older brother and saw what Belly was on about this whole time. You didnât see him in the same infatuating way that she did, but you couldnât deny any longer that he was attractive. There was just something in those eyes, the sort of half smile he gave you, the way his words just rolled off his tongue so smoothly. You couldnât help it.
Once youâd came to that realisation, perhaps two summers ago, youâd done your best to completely suppress it. You ignored it. You ignored him. You avoided being alone with him, brought up Belly whenever you felt like the conversation might be shifting. You did everything in your power to stop yourself from ever feeling that way about Conrad. It wasnât that you didnât want something to happen - but breaking your own heart would be better than breaking your best friendâs.
But those damn eyesâŠ
âââ
âIt feels weird doing this drive myself,â You point out, indicating into the last street that would lead you into Cousins, âIâm used to your Mom complaining that weâre too loud.â
Belly laughs in the passenger seat, âNow youâve just got Steven complaining.â
You glance in your rear view mirror to where Steven was resting against the window with his eyes closed, âShut up.â
âCome on Stevie, weâre almost there,â You taunt, turning once again into the final road to the Fisher-Beck household.
Laurel hadnât driven you this year, she had some fancy author thing to attend so sheâd be meeting you next week. Belly couldnât wait to come to Cousins, however, so youâd offered to drive the three of you.
When you pull up into the driveway, itâs like every bit of summer ignites - the start of a million memories.
Almost instantly, the door opens and Jeremiah comes hurrying out.
âThank god youâre here!â
He opens the driverâs side door of your car and sticks his head in, grinning widely at the three of you.
âGood to see you too, Jere,â You laugh, stepping out of your seat to hug him.
He smells like mint and limes.
âWeâve got so much to catch up on,â Jeremiah comments, hurrying around to hug Belly too as Steven drags himself out of the car.
You laugh and ruffle his hair, much to his disgust, at the same moment that the front door swings open again and the other brother steps out, squinting a little at the sun. Heâs wearing a navy t-shirt and grey shorts, dragging a hand through his messy hair. He jogs down the few steps from the front door and makes his way over.
âHey!â You clear your throat, swinging your keys in your hand.
Conrad looks at you and smiles lightly, the sort that meets his eyes in a brief moment, âHow was the drive?â
You shrug, âMostly okay, I still hate all these country roads though.â
He laughs, looking down at his feet, âYeah, I know you do. Youâll get used to it.â
You nod and both of you fall silent for a moment.
âSo do you-â
âDid you-â
You both look at each other and laugh.
âYou first,â He gestures towards you, stuffing his hands into his pockets soon after.
âNo, um,â You shake your head, âI was just going to ask if you have plans tonight. Someone at the gas station told us thereâs a drive in movie. We were thinking we could all go.â
Conrad nods, âIf itâs a musical Iâm not going.â
âDeal.â
You turn back to the rest of the group as Steven and Belly are grabbing bags from the trunk.
âOh itâs so good to see you all!â Beams Susannah as you all trail inside.
She wraps Steven in a hug, does the same to Belly and then comes over to you, squeezing you tightly.
The house is no different but it always feels brighter at the start of summer, like itâs welcoming you back. You breathe it in for a second, a sigh of relief at your return.
âAlright, get settled into your rooms and everything and Iâll make us up some lunch,â Susannah encourages.
You follow behind Belly towards the room that the two of you shared, walking past the ajar door to Conradâs room. You ignore the fluttering in your chest.
âGod itâs good to be back,â Belly grins, dropping down onto the mattress and spreading out her arms.
âYeah, it feels like forever since weâve been here,â You nod, setting your suitcase down onto the floor and sitting yourself on the edge of the bed beside her.
She reaches over and grabs Junior Mint, setting him down on the mattress.
âI still remember when Conrad got me this,â She mumbles, brushing her thumb over the white fur.
âAt the boardwalk right?â You comment, âIt was that day I was sick.â
She hums in response.
You remembered that day too. Conrad had come home with a toy giraffe stuffed in his bag and told you it was meant to make you feel better. He hadnât won it, but he paid someone else for it. Youâd kept it in your suitcase until you got home - knowing it wasnât worth upsetting Belly over. And, to this day, on the same mattress sat the same toy youâd had for all those years.
âI donât get him these days,â Belly shakes her head, âSometimes Iâm so sure he feels the same way about me and then other times⊠itâs like his heart is somewhere else.â
You swallow the lump in your throat and nod, âThatâs all guys for you.â
âNot Jeremiah,â Belly laughs, âHeâs been in love with you since I first brought you here.â
You laugh too, âI donât know where you get that impression from.â
She scoffs, âYouâre just blind, (Y/n).â
Belly looks up at you from where she lay and smiles, hugging the polar bear close to her chest. You smile back and ignore the slight tightness in your chest at being back here this summer - being back with the boy that your heart just seemed to pull to.
âââ
That night, you all start heading out to the drive in.
âOkay Iâm just saying weâre not all sitting in one car to watch this movie,â Steven points out, âWe wonât be able to see anything in the back.â
âYouâre so dramatic, youâll fall asleep halfway through anyway,â You roll your eyes, tugging your shoes on at the door, âI can just take my car too if itâs that big of a deal.â
Jeremiah, Belly and Steven all make their way outside, fighting over who will get shotgun in Jereâs car.
You glance back and see Conrad eventually coming down the stairs.
âWhere are the others?â He frowns, grabbing his shoes and pulling them on.
âUm,â You clear your throat, âTheyâve gone already, theyâre going in Jereâs car, weâre taking mine.â
He nods, âIâll drive.â
With that, he stretches out a hand to take your keys and you oblige, following behind him to where your car sat in the driveway.
Every so often, you could convince yourself that Conrad might ever feel the same way about you. It was in the little things. The glances, the comments, the smile. You could convince that small part of yourself that he was waiting for you as much as you were waiting for him. But it disappeared quickly.
But, now, seeing him behind the wheel of your car, humming along to the song playing through the radio, it felt like this could be something. You werenât sure why. It was just a feeling.
âââ
By the time you get to the drive-in, itâs packed out. Conrad drives around the back and pulls into a space, nowhere near to Jere and the others.
âWe can go and find them if you want,â You offer, glancing out of the window.
Conrad shrugs, âI like the peace and quiet without them.â
You laugh, âJust us then.â
The film starts and both of you sit in relative silence. You shift in your seat and cross your legs beneath you, leaning back against the chair. Thereâs a couple in the car beside you and your eyes drift over to them - how he sits with her head against his shoulder, his arm around her, looking down like sheâs the only person in the world. Youâd never had that with someone. Not that you hadnât wanted to, or options hadnât been there, but it just was never right for you.
And then your eyes turn back to Conrad. The light of the film catches against his skin, glowing his eyes just a little. It shadows down his jaw, darkening his jawline and brushing over the muscles. You take a deep breath. Ignore it. It wasnât worth it.
He turns his head to look at you and you quickly look away.
â(Y/n)âŠâ
âIâm going to grab a drink,â You say quickly, rushing to open the passenger door and scrambling out.
As soon as youâre outside, you gasp at the air like you hadnât taken a single breath beside him. Like heâd taken them all away.
Ignore it. It wasnât worth it.
âââ
âOh my god this storm is awful,â You hiss into the air between you and Belly, snuggling under the covers of the double bed that you shared.
It was the following day and a storm had started to sweep over Cousins. There was a chill in the air all day and it had now turned into a full blown storm in the middle of the night. The rain was hammering down, wind sweeping over the houses, and thunder claps every few minutes.
âBelly,â You hiss again, âYou awake?â
Youâre met with the balanced, shallow breaths beside you that tell you sheâs not hearing you. You sigh and shift in the bed until youâre sat on the mattress, debating your options. Sleep wouldnât welcome you when the weather was like this. It wasnât that you were scared of storms, they just unnerved you. Okay, you hated them.
With another clap of thunder, you step out of the bed and pull a hoodie over the crop top and shorts youâd been wearing, padding through the silent house and down the creaking steps. You wince with the creak on each one until youâre finally downstairs, stepping through into the kitchen.
â(Y/n)?â A voice speaks softly into the dark voice and you flinch instantly, spinning on your heel.
Itâs Conrad.
âCon?â You frown, âWhy are you awake?â
âI couldnât sleep,â He returns.
Heâs wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a forest green t-shirt. He looks cosy and innocent.
âYeah, I just⊠uh-â
âYou hate storms.â
You feel your cheeks heat at his words, looking down at your feet as if heâs just embarrassed you in front of no company at all.
âCome on,â He gestures with his head, his hands stuffed into his pockets, âIâm going to start the fire.â
You follow him through into the lounge and sit down on the floor beside him as he starts fixing up the fire. You hand over logs and he sets them in place, you hand over the matches and he scratches them against the box to set it alight, holding it against the paper until it ignites. The heat hits you almost instantly in the too-cold house, wrapping you in an embrace of crackling warmth.
At the same moment, another rumble of thunder sounds from outside and you visibly flinch, glancing quickly out of the window at the hammering rain. Conrad chuckles from beside you, only quietly.
âDonât worry, weâve had worse storms here,â He assures you.
âThat doesnât help,â You roll your eyes, drawing your knees up to your chest.
âOh, come on, I promise itâs okay,â He nudges your shoulder, âNothingâs going to happen.â
âConrad Fisher are you going soft on me?â You narrow your eyes at him, âYouâre normally so blunt.â
He looks away with a smile on his lips, âFor everyone else, maybe.â
You feel your breath catch in your throat, the words escaping you. There was just something about the way he looked at you, the way his eyes just melt into you.
âYou know I-â He stops himself, taking a deep breath, âI kind of felt like things were different with us this summer.â
âD- different?â
âDonât you?â He says, âI just feel like youâve been⊠distant?â
You stop yourself from speaking again.
âAnd, tell me to stop, but Iâm-â He half-laughs as if itâs a way of escaping the nerves, âIâm⊠I just thought I was so sure that there was something between us.â
âCon-â
âAnd you can tell me that Iâm wrong but I donât think I am.â
âConrad I-â You pause, biting your lip, âI canât.â
âJustâŠâ He shuffles in closer to you, his hand slowly rising to your cheek, thumb brushing the skin, âTell me to stop.â
With that, he leans in and you find yourself pulled to him too, every bone in your body finally giving in to what you wanted. Your hands move to grip his shoulder, his breath fanning over your lips as he presses his against yours, slow at first and cautious.
You practically gasp at the contact, pulling him into you as if you donât want him to slip away. His hand moves lower from your jaw and down to your neck, fingers wrapping around the back to keep you drawn to him, his other hand moving down to your waist. His fingers slip further back to the base of your spine, guiding you back against the floor as his other hand lowers your head down softly. You pull him back to your lips, fingers tangling into his hair. Both of you tangled between each other as his legs settle next to and between yours.
Once both of you are breathless, he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve been waiting to do that,â He mumbles, laughing gently against you.
âI think I have some idea,â You respond, gripping his shoulders once again to pull him back into you.
âââ
Itâs much later than normal the next morning when you eventually wake up. You and Conrad had split off into your separate rooms just as the fire was dying out and, with the sun blaring through the windows now, it just felt like it hadnât happened. Like last night was a dream.
âHey! Youâre finally awake!â Belly announces as she walks back into the bedroom, âWhat happened to you last night?â
âOh, um,â You lean up onto your elbows, âYou know what Iâm like, I hate storms.â
She nods, sitting on the edge of the bed, âWe were thinking of what to do today.â
âYeah? Whatâs the plan?â You drag a hand through your hair, feeling the flashbacks of Conradâs fingers tangled amongst the strands.
âI donât know yet, maybe we could go out tonight? Thereâs a party I think, one of Jereâs friends,â Belly suggests, picking Junior Mint up from the floor and setting him back onto the bed.
You feel your heart drop. The realisation seemingly hitting you like a ton of bricks. This was awful. What had you done?
It would break her heart if she knew what had happened last night.
But, god, you wanted to see Conrad again.
She disappears again to let you somewhat wake up fully and you push yourself enough out of the bed that your legs dangle over the side, dragging your hair away from your face and rubbing your hands over your eyes.
You donât hear anyone coming into the room until heâs already dropping down onto the mattress behind you. The weight shifts and an all too familiar figure sits behind you, leaning forward to press a kiss to the exposed slither of skin on your shoulders.
âGood morning,â Conrad mumbles softly, his voice thick with sleep like your own.
You let yourself lean into his touch for a moment, every sensation from the night before seemingly reignited. It was real. He leans forward and perches his chin on your shoulder, tilting his head to look at you from the awkward angle.
âYou know when we said last night that weâd be careful this isnât what I meant,â You point out as he turns to kiss your neck, âThis definitely isnât careful.â
Conrad pulls back and you turn around on the bed so that youâre facing him, he reaches up a hand to brush the hair away from your face, âWeâll be careful. If thatâs what it takes, weâll do it.â
âI justâŠâ You shake your head, âI canât hurt Belly like that, not like this.â
Conrad nods and reaches a hand down to squeeze yours, âYou wonât, I promise.â
You smile, taking a deep breath.
âBut,â Conrad stands up, still holding your hand like he canât bring himself to lose contact yet, âI would like to at least see you today. So if you could figure out a way for me to get you alone, that would be great.â
âGod, youâre so needy Fisher.â
He rolls his eyes at you and disappears back out of the room, leaving you with a smile on your lips that it was impossible to get rid of.
âââ
Later that day, youâre outside with Belly, Jere and Steven by the pool, deciding on your plans for the evening.
âIâm just saying we should go, if itâs shit we can leave,â Jeremiah shrugs, âBut like everyoneâs going to be there.â
âLooking for someone to hook up with Jere?â Steven raises his eyebrows, splashing him with water from the pool.
Jeremiah scoffs, âObviously not,â His eyes glance over to you, a small smile on his lips, âI just think it could be fun.â
âAlright but if weâre going we need drinks,â You point out, the idea crossing your mind as soon as you say the words, âI can go to the store.â
âThereâs no way youâre getting anything,â Belly laughs, âYou donât have a fake.â
âNo, but they know me less than they know you guys - so Iâll be more likely to get away with it, no?â You mention, pushing yourself up to stand, âNeed anything else if Iâm going?â
They all look at you slightly suspiciously but you ignore it, hurrying inside.
âHey! I was just looking for yo-â Conrad starts, just stepping down from the stairs as you rush through the house.
âCome on Fisher!â You grin, grabbing his hand on your way past, âWeâre going out.â
He laughs breathlessly to catch up with you, following close behind as you grab your keys and run with him to your car.
âCan you tell me whatâs going on?â He raises his brows, pausing at the passenger side of the car.
You smile, âDidnât you say you wanted to see me today?â
Conrad grins, âI wonât ask any more questions.â
Both of you pile into the car and you drive off, feeling like a new level of weightlessness when it was just the two of you together. You feel his eyes on you as you drive, like heâs infatuated by every part of you, and when you look back to him he doesnât look away - the smile on his face only brightening at the connection. Part of you still couldnât believe it.
You drive the two of you through the country lanes, through the rolling hills until you reach any level of seclusion, pulling up on a bank just over by the beach, overlooking an area that seemed completely untouched.
âHave you brought me here to kill me?â He looks at you slightly dumbfounded, âShould I be worried?â
âWell, thereâs nobody here, I figured it was perfect,â You shrug, reaching into the back of your car to grab a couple of blankets.
âIt is,â Conrad says, following your moves as you both get out of the car and walk down the short bank towards the sand.
The clearing of the beach is completely empty, and you stretch one of the blankets down onto the white sand, dropping down onto the soft surface and tossing the other blanket to your side. Conrad stands above you, his head blocking the sun as he grins down at you, his hair falling around his forehead.
âHi,â You squint up at him, reaching out your arms until you can pull him into you.
He falls down beside you, leaning up onto his elbow.
âI still canât believe this,â You comment, reaching up a hand to brush through the locks of hair around his eyes.
âCanât believe what?â
âThis. Us.â You say, feeling your stomach flip at the words, âI never thought it would happen.â
He frowns a little when you speak, âWhy did you think that?â
You take a deep breath, âIâve always been Bellsâ friend, I thought thatâs all you saw me as. God, theyâre probably wondering where we are an-â
He leans down and silences your worries with a soft kiss, his lips lingering over yours without any pressure.
âTheyâre not thinking about us,â He assures you, âIâm thinking about us.â
You feel the smile tugging at your lips and he captures it into another kiss, as if sealing it between you.
You grip at his t-shirt and the back of his neck, pulling him into you as he shifts so that heâs over the top of your frame, deepening his connection against you. Youâre breathless against his lips, desperate for more of him. His hand moves down to your waist, slipping below the hem of your top to hold your skin. You hiss at the contact, the cold touch of his fingertips.
He pulls back and smiles at you, glancing back around at the empty scene around you, âYou know, thereâs nobody around.â
You grin, looking to the side and pulling over the other blanket, shaking it out. He grabs it from you and stretches it over his back, burying both of you under your own seclusion.
His hands and lips find you again, his hips increasing their friction against you. And, in those moments, youâre sure that you two are the only two people in the world. Nobody else.
âââ
You get back a couple of hours later, carrying in a brown paper bag of liquor as Conrad walks behind you with two crates of beer.
âListen Iâm just saying that-â
You stop in your tracks as the door closes behind you and Jeremiah is stood in the hallway by the front door, at the base of the stairs.
âWhere did you guys go?â He asks, glancing between the two of you.
âTo the store,â Conrad says, nodding down to the items in your arms, âGetting the goods for you kids tonight.â
Jeremiah nods, âI couldâve gone with you (Y/n), if you needed help.â
âOh, thatâs okay, Con was just in the house when I came through so I asked if he wanted to come.â
Conrad smiles down at his feet and you fight the urge to nudge him in his side.
âHere, let me take that,â Jeremiah offers, taking the bag from your arms.
You thank him and he walks into the kitchen, Conrad following behind him, wiggling his brows at you before he disappears. You roll your eyes, fighting back a smile he always seemed to evoke.
âHey!â Belly comes jogging down the stairs, âI thought I heard you, did you get everything at the store?â
âYeah, yeah, got everything,â You nod, âConrad got beer, and we got a bottle of tequila and vodka.â
âThatâs where he was,â Belly returns, âI wasnât sure where heâd disappeared to.â
You drag a hand through your hair, âYeah sorry it was just a last minute thing, I figured I could do with the extra hands.â
She agrees, âI donât think heâll come tonight, heâs been distant recently.â
âOh, I donât know, Iâm sure we can convince him,â You glance over to where him and Jere are stood in the kitchen and he laughs at something his brother has said, his eyes creasing as he does so.
Youâre sure this is the brightest heâs seemed in a long time and you feel your heart swell a little at the sight.
And then Belly moves beside you and youâre flicked back to reality momentarily, a reality where your stomach sank at the thought of lying to your best friend.
âââ
All of you arrive at the party an hour after it had started, having made your way through at least half of the drinks youâd brought with you. You were wearing a pink floral fitted mini skirt and a white corset top that hugged your figure. Youâd felt Conradâs eyes on you almost as soon as youâd come downstairs.
The boys follow behind you as you all disperse amongst the party, you holding onto Bellyâs hand as the two of you make your way to the kitchen.
âIâm already a bit buzzed,â Belly says into your ear, wearing a romper that sheâd stolen from you, âI donât think I should drink any more.â
You smile at her, âHere,â You pour lemonade into a red solo cup and push it into her hand, âThey donât need to know.â
You take your own bottle of beer and crack it open, holding your thumb over the top as you move back through the mass of bodies in search for the three boysâ heads that would pop up over the crowd.
âWait,â Belly stops you, grabbing your arm, âI need to ask you something.â
You frown at her, shifting to face her against the moving bodies around you, âWhat is it?â
She leans in closer to you as she speaks, âI think Iâm going to tell Conrad how I feel.â
You feel your heart drop, a lump forming in your throat.
âI just⊠Iâve been waiting for too long. And if I donât say it now I never will,â She explains, âI canât do that any more.â
You still canât find the words, certain that youâll stop breathing if the lump in your throat gets any larger. Your hands start to feel a little numb and you grip tighter onto the neck of the beer bottle to feel like you could be grounded at least a little.
âI have to say something,â She persists, âAnd hopefully heâll tell me he feels the same way.â
Without realising, you stumble a little in the crowd and she reaches out to catch you.
âAre you okay?â Your best friend frowns at you.
âI just- I need some air,â You return, trying to force your words to be loud enough over the pounding music.
You push your way through the remaining people until you get to enough of a clearing, where you can get outside into the garden. Instantly, itâs like youâre gasping for a breath it was impossible to find.
âWhatâs going on? Are you okay?â Belly asks you, holding your arm as if holding you up.
âUm,â You drag a hand through your curled hair and look back at her, âYeah, yeah, sorry, I just felt a bit dizzy in there.â
âGod you terrified me,â She half-laughs, âCome on, the boys are over there.â
Belly guides you over to the beer pong table set up at one side of the terrace in the garden, Steven and Jeremiah are stood on one side and Conrad on the other.
âHey! Bells, (Y/n)!â Jeremiah waves, âCome join us, weâre just starting.â
âOkay but Iâm not drinking,â Belly grimaces at the sight of the half-filled cups.
âYou can join our team then, (Y/n) can go with Conrad,â Steven shrugs, âLetâs go rookies.â
You walk over to Conradâs side of the table and watch his eyes drag up and down the sight of your body, cocking your brow at him when his eyes finally meet yours. He blushes, fighting back a smile.
Jeremiah throws the first ball and it bounces from one of your cups, Conrad catching it as he throws it back, sinking it into one of the cups at the edge of their triangle.
âNice shot,â You comment quietly, sipping from the beer in your hand.
He reaches an arm around your shoulders and takes the bottle from your hand, bringing it to his own lips to take a sip.
âCome on, drink up,â Steven breaks the moment, gesturing towards the ball now landed in one of the cups on your side.
You roll your eyes and pick up the cup, tipping back the drink and grimacing at the overwhelming taste.
âAlright, my turn,â You say, picking up the ball and lining up to throw it towards them.
Conradâs hand falls to the small of your back, the bare skin between your top and skirt. You glance back with slightly widened eyes but quickly try to ignore it. He was buzzed, thatâs what it was. All of his inhibitions were lowered, and his widened pupils couldnât help but focus on you. You throw the ball from your hand and it bounces to land in their front cup. In one movement, you shift to stand directly in front of Conrad, trying your best to shield his desperation for you. The other three seem too distracted anyway, bickering over which one of them has to drink as Conrad holds your waist, pulling you back against him.
âCon,â You say under your breath, tightening your grip on the edge of the table, âNot here.â
He listens almost instantly, his hands loosening on you as he steps to the side, eyes not leaving you.
âWeâll leave early,â You mention quietly and he smirks, pursing his lips together.
âCome on losers, one of you has got to drink,â Conrad encourages, clasping his hands together, a new lease of life seemingly coursing through him.
You go about the rest of the game and you and Conrad both grimace through another two cups each before you eventually win the game, pushing your remaining cups to the other side for the rest to drink.
âAlright, I need to find the bathroom,â You mention, checking your reflection in the black mirror of your phone screen, âIâll be back in a minute.â
You squeeze Conradâs forearm before stepping past him to walk towards the house, trailing through the bodies and eventually making your way upstairs to the nearest available bathroom, shooting him a text of âsecond door on the leftâ.
You sit yourself on the closed lid of the toilet until, only a minute later, thereâs a tap at the door. Without so much as a second thought, you stand up and unlock the door quickly, grinning at the sight of Conrad on the other side. He glances once over his shoulder to check for any prying eyes in the empty corridor before stepping in, hands gripping your waist instantly and turning you around, pressing you against the door as it closes behind you. You gasp at the contact and your mouth falls open, Conrad dipping his head to kiss at your neck.
âI couldnât keep my eyes off of you in this,â He grumbles, pressing against you, âYouâre killing me (Y/l/n).â
âYeah? I couldnât tell,â You smirk, your hands moving down to unbutton his trousers, pushing him back until his back hits the opposite wall.
âââ
You adjust your skirt once, twice more, before stepping outside, running a hand through your hair once again, dragging a finger under either of your eyes. Conrad had left a couple of minutes ago so it was likely safe for you to do so too.
âThere you are!â Belly exclaims, hurrying over to you as soon as you step onto the staircase, âConrad said you were being sick.â
âUm,â You swallow to compose yourself, âYeah, yeah, just too much beer I think.â
âOkay, yeah, Stevenâs been sick in the garden too, I think weâre going to head home,â She nods, âAre you okay? Do you need some water or something?â
Thereâs that feeling again, the sinking in your chest. The sick in your stomach, not the kind of sick from Conradâs lie. This was real. It was real because your best friend was stood in front of you and she cared about you, so openly and blatantly she cared about you, and you were lying to her. Over something that would break her heart. You were lying to her.
âCome on, letâs go,â She puts an arm out for you to take her hand and leads you down the staircase to where the three boys are waiting at the bottom.
Conrad looks up at you as you come down, a smile on his lips before he looks back down at his feet. His hair was messier than normal and you wondered whether anyone had questioned it.
âYou feeling okay (Y/n)?â Jeremiah frowns, âHere, take this.â
He tugs the flannel from around his shoulders and hands it to you, waiting for your arms to slip into the sleeves.
âOh, yeah, thanks Jere,â You nod, adjusting the material around you.
Conrad clenches his jaw, opening the door and stepping out without another word. You all follow behind, taking the shortcut that lead you back towards Susannahâs house, eventually reaching the familiar setting. Steven stumbles and clings onto Jeremiah, telling him that they should carry on drinking, and Belly looks at you every two seconds as if youâre about to break beside her, Conrad doesnât look back at you.
Everything just feels⊠off. Jeremiahâs shirt seemed to itch around your arms and it didnât sit right around your shoulders, and Bellyâs arm was linked in yours but it just didnât seem to rest there properly and it made your arm ache when you focused on it for too long, and why wouldnât Conrad look at you?!
You eventually get back into the house and Jeremiah carries Stevenâs weight through the corridor as quietly as he can, making sure he takes one stumbling step at a time. Belly tells you sheâs going to get in the bathroom before anyone else does and you and Conrad are left stood in the doorway.
He glances back at you.
âIâll see you in the morning,â You offer, pulling Jeremiahâs shirt from around you.
âYou couldâve used mine,â He mumbles softly.
âYour what?â You frown, blinking at him in the low light.
âMy jacket, you couldâve borrowed it,â He shrugs, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
âConrad Fisher are you jealous?â You scoff, and for a moment in your laughter you forget about everything that had been worrying you on the way home. Itâs just you and him again.
He rolls his eyes, âNo, I just mean-â
You step forward until youâre directly below him, waiting until his eyes will meet yours.
âAdmit it,â You state simply, âAdmit you were jealous.â
âIm not jealous itâs just-â He stops, âI donât- I didnât-â
You raise your brows, fighting to stop yourself from laughing at him.
âGood night,â He grumbles turning away from you.
You grab his hand and stop him, turning him around so that you can press the quickest peck to his lips. Conrad looks at you with a smile on his lips, drawing you back in to kiss him again, a second longer.
Itâs only when you pull away that you both think to glance to the top of the stairs - to the figure stood at the top of them.
âWhat the fuck?â Steven mumbles, stumbling a little and catching himself on the wall.
Conrad looks at you almost instantly and you watch the worry cast over his face, him watching the exact same expression pass over yours.
âCome on, man, letâs get you to bed,â Jeremiah encourages, hurrying back over to Steven and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
He pauses when he sees the two of you at the bottom of the stairs, both looking up like youâve seen a ghost.
âGood night guys,â He frowns, hooking his arm below Stevenâs armpits and dragging him towards his bedroom.
Conrad looks at you again and his mouth opens as if to say something, stopping before he speaks, closing his mouth again, waiting, and then saying, âIâm so sorry (Y/n).â
You look at him and frown, hearing the way the words catch in his throat as if assuring you theyâre honest. You can practically feel the way his chest would have been tightening against the words, the way heâd struggle against them.
âHey,â You reach out a hand and take his, squeezing it, âNot your fault.â
He looks down at you and swallows the lump in his throat.
âCome on, not here,â You encourage, pulling his hand with you as the two of you walk through the empty bottom floor.
You lead him into the lounge where the two of you sit down in front of the fireplace. You cross your legs and face him and he stretches his out towards the fireplace, leaning back against the couch behind you.
âOkay, chances are Stevenâs not going to keep his mouth shut,â You begin, âEven drunk, heâll probably remember what he saw.â
Conrad just nods.
âLook, I get it. Itâs only been a couple of days, and this ruins things and I totally understand if you donât want this to carry-â
âWoah, woah, woah,â Conrad bolts upright, âWhat gave you that impression?â
âWell,â You look down at your hands in your lap, âI know weâve been hooking up but everyone knowing is going to make this into something and I donât know if youâre ready for that or if you want that or⊠I donât know.â
â(Y/n),â He takes one of your hands and interlocks his fingers with yours, his large grip folding over your knuckles, âI want this. Not just sneaking off and hooking up, I want this. I want you.â
You feel your heart skip a beat, your whole body feeling like it could ignite under his touch.
âIf they find out now, then we deal with it, okay?â He waits until your eyes find his, âWeâre in this for the long haul, right?â
You nod and watch the corners of his lips curl up into a smile. You turn so that your back is against the couch beside him and he wraps an arm around your back, your head resting on his shoulder and his resting atop yours. Youâre sure you could stay like that forever. And, somewhere along the line, both of you drift off to sleep.
âââ
When you blink your eyes open, for a second you hope youâre dreaming⊠or perhaps this is more like being in a nightmare. Stood directly in front of the pair of you, are the looming figures of Jeremiah, Steven and⊠Belly. You nudge Conrad and he blinks awake too, groaning at the stiff pain in his neck.
âGod I thought I was dreaming last night but I wasnât, was I?â Steven gestures between the two of you, âI mean, you guys areâŠâ
You glance at Conrad and back to the others, scrambling to your feet, âI can explain-â
You reach out for Belly but she pulls away, storming out of the room as quickly as she can. You feel the tears bubble in your eyes, the lump in your throat.
âI mean, seriously (Y/n)?â Steven scoffs, âYou knew how she felt about him. Sheâs meant to be your best friend.â
âI didnât mean for-â
âConrad?!â Jeremiah exclaims, âSeriously, of all the people you couldâve been with you went for Conrad? The one person you knew would break Bellyâs heart.â
âIt wasnât like that,â You shake your head quickly, âIt just happened and-â
âWell maybe if you werenât so busy thinking about fucking-â
âHey!â Conrad stands up beside you, stepping ahead so that he shields you from them, directing his anger onto his brother, âDonât talk to her like that.â
âYouâre fucking unbelievable, do you know that?â Jeremiah laughs, âI tell you I like a girl and you take that as a sign to get her for yourself?â
âJere, stop,â Conrad warns, âYouâre going to say something you regret.â
âDonât tell me what to do!â Jeremiah raises his voice, âYou knew that I liked her, you knew I fucking liked her and you just cared about yourself.â
âIt wasnât like that, (Y/n) decided who she wanted to be with, I did too. Itâs not always about you Jere,â Conrad shakes his head, âWhen are you going to grow up and realise that?â
âWhen am I going to grow up? How about you growing up and realising youâre going to break her fucking heart?â Jere shrugs, âI mean, seriously, emotionally unavailable Conrad? In a relationship thatâll last? Youâll break her heart and sheâll come crying to-â
âStop!â You raise your voice, pushing to step aside from behind Conrad, âBoth of you stop fucking talking about me like Iâm not even here. I canât deal with this right now, I need to find Belly.â
â(Y/n)âŠâ
You hear the faint tone of Conradâs voice behind you but itâs overshadowed by the blood pounding in your ears as you hurry through the house to find her, catching sight of her just by the pool.
âBelly!â You call, pushing open the door, âBelly please just talk to me!â
âYou knew, (Y/n),â She spins on her heel to face you, her eyes puffy with tears, âYou knew I liked him. From the minute we were in middle school I told you I liked him. I told you every summer since, and you listened to me every single fucking time. And then, what? You just wanted him for yourself this whole time.â
âIt wasnât like thatâŠâ You shake your head, âI never meant for it to happen, especially not like this.â
âThen what was it like, (Y/n)?â
You pause, seemingly incapable of finding any words in the moment, âI- I justâŠâ
She crosses her arms over her chest and looks at you as if youâre a person she doesnât recognise.
âIt was a couple of summers ago, I donât know what changed. He just seemed⊠different. And then I noticed it more last summer, just the little things in how he was acting with me, I couldnât explain it. I never told you because I knew how much it would hurt you to think that I liked him too. But the other night things just happened and he told me how he felt about me and⊠I never meant for you to find out like this, and I never meant to lie to you.â
âWell, which one is it? Did you not want me to find out or did you not want to lie to me? You canât have both.â
âI-â You fight back the tears stinging at your eyes, âI didnât want to break your heart, Bells. But I could feel myself falling in love with him and him falling in love wi-â
âIn love?â She steps forward, eyebrows raised against the redness of her cheeks, âItâs not love, (Y/n). Conrad doesnât love you. Youâre just there and he knows he can have you. Youâll realise that eventually.â
Her words are void of any emotion other than hatred, spitting from her mouth like sheâs desperate for them to escape her. She storms past you and down the side of the house, each one of her steps carrying more anger than the last.
You feel your chest tighten, the way it seems to contort and twist when youâre on the verge of tears.
The garden door opens again and itâs Conrad this time. At the second your eyes meet his, you release every emotion in side of you, letting out a sob. He reacts almost instantly, hurrying down to scoop you into his arms, letting you bury your head on his chest, soaking through his t-shirt. One of his hands grips around your back and the other holds your head against him, running through your hair.
âItâs okay, (Y/n),â His voice is soft, like he is terrified of breaking you further.
You pull away from him and look up to his face, shaking your head through the tears still spilling from your eyes, âHow is it going to be okay, Con? They hate us. All of them hate us.â
âHey,â His hands move up to either of your cheeks, thumbs brushing under your eyes to swipe away the tears before they can even fall, âItâs you and me, okay? Weâll figure it out.â
You let yourself sink into the feeling of his arms around you, his heartbeat sounding less certain than his words did.
âYouâve got me.â
And in that moment, you know itâs true.
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Astro observation things đ
-yâall itâs so real your MC shows who you are on social media. Most of the guys that hit me up online have at least ONE placement in my 10th house. I have Aquarius MC and Neptune
Itâs so crazy how much your rising sign affects EVERYTHING. I usually donât get along with virgo energy but I have a bestie with a virgo stellium and I was wondering why her energy is just different from the other virgos Iâve encountered. She has a Libra rising. Her rising makes her more easy going and just not so judgmental. - (no hate to Virgo placements Fr I have 2 besties with Virgo placements but when underdeveloped they can be plain rude đ) I do love Virgo mercuryâs tho. đ
taurus rising đ€ libra rising (we literally see ourselves in each other)
taurus risingđ€ scorpio rising (we learn so much from each other my other halfđ„ș)
cancer marsđ€scorpio mars (so much spicy tension)đ
virgo mercury đ€ gemini mercury(YAPP FEST IT IS!)
gemini venus đ€ aquarius venus ( we care so much about friends and just easy going energy)
I LOVE CANCER RISINGS PERIOD. SO CARING AND SWEET AND UGH.
when you have a planet in its fall or a planet that doesnât like being in that sign IT really help when you have another placement in your chart thatâs in its domicile or home. ex- I have a cancer mars which is known to be in its fall but my cancer moon( at home) helps me figure out those emotions instead of spiraling out of control LMAO. another ex- Scorpio Venus, obviously Venus doesnât like being in Scorpio because of its intense nature but you see that they have a scorpio mars(domicile) which I would like to say helps rationalize the Pluto intensity by using more of your energy on work related things.
-Lilith in second house sucks sometimes like why do I have this guilt of spending money on myself lmao. my second house stellium doesnât make this better đ
I love leo and Aquarius placements with Leo they just have this exciting energy just like the sun literally.. and I love how free and nonchalant Aquarius placements are. also I love their styleđ
degrees are so important yâall. I see so many Astro posts about Scorpio Venus keeping their relationship private and not sharing but itâs the opposite for some. I see their degree and itâs a Leo degree (5,17,25) . I have a Gemini Venus and I dont like people knowing my relationship at all đI have a Pisces degree(12,24)
I attract leo degrees on Venus so much and I wonder why because I donât have any Leo placements. then I check my Venus persona chart and I have a Leo risingđ . So Iâd say check you Venus persona chart!
alright bye yâall đł
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Wait okay could you do a smut with Rafe, where like topper or kelce have been eying you all night(despite being rafey's gf) And he notices then after he's fed up with it he takes you up to his room and yk đ making you be loud then comes back down with a smirk glancing at topper or kelce before walking away leaving you with hickeys all over your neck and a fucked out expression đ?
rafe is somehow soft with reader in this lol i was meant to make him angry but oh well
Rafe saw red.
He knew he shouldnât be angry because surely his friends wouldnât even try making a move on you, right? His friends wouldnât even dare to think of you other than a friendâ not even a friendâ Rafeâs girlfriend.
âSheâs hot, yâknow?â Kelce tilts his head in your direction. Youâre standing with a couple of your friends laughing, wearing the dress Rafe laid out for you.
Rafe shifts in his seat, sniffing roughly to show his discomfort in the fact his friends are talking about you.
Topper nods, âYeah, dude. Sheâs a catch. I wouldâve swooped her up myself if it wasnât for Rafe.â
âJesus fucking Christ.â Rafe abruptly stands and turns his back on his friends, ignoring their calls and apologies. He shakes his head as he makes his way over to you, arm already reaching out to grab your arm and pull you away from your small giggling group of girls.
Your body gets pulled roughly in the direction of the backdoors, your feet struggling to keep up with your boyfriend. âRafe? Hey, slow down. I canât keep up.â
He ignores you until you reach his room. The door slams behind him and you stumble forward, knees hitting the edge of his bed. âWhatâs wrong? I behaved downstairs, I didnât do anything wrong.â
Rafe frowns, his hands cupping your face. âI know, baby, I know. You were so good, that I gotta show you how good you were for me.â
âO-ohâŠâ your cheeks heat up and you bite your bottom lip. Rafe tsks and you look up into his beautiful blue ones.
âNo getting shy on me now.â Rafe gently eases you down on his bed, his lips sliding into a mischievous smirk. âImma need you to relax and scream or cry or moan whatever you need to. Can you do that for me, baby?â
âMhm, whatever you want me to do Rafey, Iâll do it.â
Your hands claw at his back, leaving nail marks all along his smooth skin. Your eyes roll back with each deep thrust he gives you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.
âR-rafe, oh my fuck!â You cry out, your nails digging deeper in his back. âKeep going. Donât stop. Donât fucking stop.â
Rafe grabs your neck between his fingers, gently squeezing every time your cunt squeezes around his length. You know he struggles to keep his composure when you clench around him, but you canât help it from the way he abuses your wet hole.
âGo on, my girl. Cum for me. I know you want to.â Rafe continues to squeeze your neck, his fingers leaving small marks on your soft skin. âFuck, baby. Squeeze me like that again and Iâll make sure everyone here knows whoâs fucking you this good.â
You moan out, eyes rolling as his cock fucks against your g-spot deliciously. Your thighs shake around his waist as you feel your orgasm building up too quickly for your liking. âRafe, Rafe, oh my god, Iâm gonna cum.â
âYeah, I know, baby. Go on. Cum.â Rafe pushes his tongue into your mouth when you start to cry out his name on repeat, legs clamping around him as he rocks into your pussy helping you ride out your high.
His hips stop but he stays inside you. âOh, look at you, my girl.â You can tell heâs fighting back a chuckle. âCome on, letâs get you dressed and you can go back downstairs to your friends. Okay?â
You nod your head, your lips puffy and eyes glossy. âOkay, Rafey.â
Rafe walks you back down and into the garden, your friends eyeing you suspiciously and gasping when they see your neck. You wave them off, explaining quietly that it was fun and they shouldnât worry.
âYou had fun up there?â Topper asks, his eyebrows raising as he watches his older friend sit back down opposite him.
âI sure did.â Rafe keeps his face stoic, not showing how proud he actually feels that his friends know who fucks you best.
Kelce coughs. âWe didnât mean to piss you off. We were just admiring her.â
Rafe shoots him a death glare. âHow âbout you just keep your mouth shut. Donât even look at her anymore. Sheâs mine, yeah? Not yours. Understood?â
âUnderstood.â
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intrusive thoughts astro version
mamoru yamamoto
Iâve noticed earth mars in signs or degrees gets aroused when their sexual partner itâs having a good time, adding thatâs because of them.
if asteroid rhiannon (16912) itâs about running away, what would happen if itâs on 12H. ik what about it but đ I canât help it but point it out.
rhiannon (16912) conjunct mercury means escape from situations thanks to their persuasiveness
return venus conjunct natal venus -in venus return chart-: youâre finding your aesthetic/style you feel more comfortable and that vibes with your vibe đ. also the energy of your sign/house and degree is PRESENT, thatâs why during all that period of time you could feel too prideful without hesitation. mine was sag venus 11H 6° (virgo degree), i was feeling a little too optimistic or enthusiastic and cut out people. youâre being kind of truth to yourself?
natal jupiter square return pluto -in venus return chart-: youâre in a period of rebirth and thanks to your lucky nature -natal jupiter- youâre deciding not to end it. wanting it or not, you have this feeling of overcoming things.
when I used placidus system, my moon was in 1H, then I used whole sign system and my moon changed to 2H. for a while I preferred placidus bc I didnât feel seen by the 2H moon chart. then I realized the 2H characteristics where in front of me the whole time. I wanted to feel understood, 1H moon was comforting the idea that Iâm sensitive and feel emotions insanely deep. besides, 2H moon itâs about craving for comfort and security. I was only focused on the financial part, the stereotypical and superficial part. itâs a good thing to compare both charts to analyze how they can guide you.
uranus 12h in Eros persona chart shows u crave for intimacy đ
idk why every time I end up getting stressed and bored about a friend is when I have mercury square their neptune. -reading note: sheâs still my friend, we just have different point of views or forms to process information. the mercury part doubts constantly about others opinions and arguments and they see neptune as impulsive and kind of ignorant, bc their way of believing in things.
referring to the solar eclipse -April 8, 2024- my 3H has been affected -aquarius ascendant-, days after, out of nowhere -I havent had connection with them- Iâve received a voice message from the lilith person I was talking about on my posts, someone I used to be friends and distanced myself away from them. I decided to listened to it on the day of solar eclipse without thinking thinking about this coincidence -solar eclipse, 3H is affected-.
natal neptune sextile transiting venus: i felt like I was high even though I took my tdah pills đ I was so in peace? I felt emphatic? transits with your dominant planet have a huge effect on your mood. mineâs neptune and was sextile transiting venus.
Iâve noticed people with saturn 8H are kind of like a libra venus, in a way theyâre afraid their love experience wonât be as they dreamed. saturn 8H creates restrictions on sexual attitudes and matters. imo 8H mix love and sexual desires, they need something that would drag them out of their secure space, theyâre afraid. theyâre late bloomers whenâs about their first kiss or etc.
3H stellium at a distant, itâs giving introvert or distant vibes, they try to process things logically and could be a little slow to catch a joke?
I have a friend I thought was mean and in her energyđ
, could be described as intimidated. sheâs the opposite. when I saw her birth chart it made total sense, coming from an aquarius ascendant -saturn ruled like capricorn-, I had no clue she was a saturn ruled. it always surprises me how defined some risingâs energies can be presented.
sun 4H brings a sense of familiarity, even more when your mars is 4H, you feel more comfortable with them -sun 4H-, they remind you of your family or the vibes.
pisces 7H in solar return chart could tell youâre expecting a lover, doesnât mean youâre having one đ i swear this solar return was like that, I meet a person and then proceed to imagine a relationship with them.
(*áŽÍËŹáŽÍ)ê€à«źê°àŸàœČâžâž> . <âžâžê±àŸàœČá â àŁȘ ËàŒș âĄ àŒ»Ë àŁȘ â */á - Ë -ăâ© (˶ËáșË˶)â àŁȘ
⥠Based on personal experience and Iâve analyzed in my surroundings.
⥠English is not my first language.
⥠Iâm not a profesional astrologer.
Thank youu. baibaiiiđ«Łđ«¶đŒđ
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Urban Legend
shape shifter/wendigo!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW
warnings: 18+ minors DNI, monsterfucking, dirty talk, mentions of cannibalism, threats, CNC, rape fantasy, rape talk, oral (f receiving), impromptu thigh job lol, biting, blood kink, multiple creampies, fingering, overstimulation, belly bulge, cum inflation, breeding kink, double penetration in one hole
not proofread âïž itâs all made up and the points donât matter đ
I literally had to stop myself from writing so sorry if the ending is sudden/lame đ
âThereâs no way that itâs real,â you scoff into your phone.
âThen why was it in the newspaper, huh?â Your friendâs voice sounds tinny on the other end, letting you know youâll be out of range soon.Â
âTo sell them, duh,â you laugh, âhey listen, Iâm about to lose service so Iâll talk to you on Monday.â
âCall me if anything happens!â her concern makes you smile to yourself.Â
âWill do, bye!â
You lock your phone and slide it back into your pocket. A quick glimpse of a chimney in the treeline lets you know youâre almost to the cabin. Itâs just a small little one bed, one bath place deep in the middle of the woods. Your parents moved and left the place to you, so youâre not able to come out as much as you like so itâs a little more rundown than in previous years.Â
You have to park at the bottom and make the mile long hike up the mountain in order to reach it. Thereâs an ATV parked in the shed for any emergencies, but youâve made the trek all these years without any issues so fingers crossed this will just be another year in the bucket.Â
Stepping up onto the small porch, you pull out the spare key and unlock the door. A branch snaps off in the woods and you shoot a look over your shoulder. Your friendâs nervousness seems to be rubbing off on you. Rolling your eyes, you turn back to open the door.Â
âThereâs no such thing as werewolves anyways,â you mutter under your breath.Â
She gave you a quick breakdown of the last several monthâs events while you talked to her on your walk. She told you thereâs been missing livestock for weeks until suddenly a few local parishioners went missing after service and were found brutally mutilated days later. Attacks have been gradually ramping up, peaking around the full moon especially (which just happens to be the weekend you decided for a mini vacation at the cabin, go figure).Â
The locals believe in some old wives tales about a werewolf returning every hundred years. You think itâs kinda cute they hold onto such old superstitions, but itâs more than likely some bobcat or mountain lion thatâs come down due to deforestation in the area.Â
You let these thoughts wash over you as you bustle around the cabin; you get everything in place and mentally thank your dad for putting up solar panels years ago. Those paired with the propane tank and generator outside means you wonât be without hot running water or lights.Â
Once youâre all settled in, you decide to make something quick and simple for dinner before relaxing in front of the fireplace. Stretching out on the beat up couch, you scrunch your toes in the thick fuzzy socks you love to wear this time of year and flip open the book you brought with you. Youâve just found the most comfortable position for reading, becoming more engrossed page by page when a loud thudding knock rings out from your door. You jump at the sound and scowl over at the door.Â
Another knock happens and you close your book, making sure your bookmark is securely tucked in the pages, and raise up. Quietly walking to the door, you peek out of the peephole and see an injured man slumped against the porch railing. Your heartbeat quickens and you watch as he raises a tired hand to knock on the door again. Glancing around the area yields nothing but trees and the dusky twilight.Â
You tiptoe away and grab the rifle out of the gun safe next to the fireplace. As you walk back over, the man knocks once more.Â
âHow can I help you?â You call out from your side of the door, gazing back through the peephole.Â
The man tilts his face up, fringe falling away for you to make out a strong jawline.Â
âI-I was attacked and n-need help,â he winces, arm hugging his middle where you can see blood seeping through his shirt, âsome kinda w-wild animal. I just need a phone or a first aid kit. Please, miss.âÂ
You pause, eyes glancing down to the gun in your hands. On the off chance heâs faking, well he wonât be for long.
âWhatâs your name?â You call out, pulling your phone from your pocket.Â
âLeon. Leon Kennedy,â he grunts, clenching his waist.
You type it out in your notes as well as a text message just to be on the safe side and lock your phone again. Unbolting the heavy door, you pull it open, gun at your side.Â
He glances down at the weapon and back up to you, a small grin pulling at the corners of his mouth before pain pinches his expression.Â
âPromise I donât bite.â
You gesture forward and he takes a staggering step before pausing.Â
âAre you coming in or what?â
He grimaces and takes another halting step, âYeah, just hurts to move.â
You shift on your feet, debating with yourself before setting the gun down and stepping forward.Â
âIâll help you,â you murmur, taking his other arm and placing it over your shoulders.Â
You angle him in the doorway first and help him hobble over to a chair near the fire.Â
âThank you,â he breathes out a sigh of relief before groaning, âcut me pretty deep.â
You walk over to pick up the gun and move it back to the safe. Making your way to the bathroom, you pull the first aid pack from under the sink and walk over to your impromptu guest.Â
âCan you take your shirt off?â
âShouldnât you buy me dinner first,â he jokes, but stiffly slips his shirt over his head.Â
You smile sardonically and snap open the bag, âI usually donât harbor strange men on my days off, so I guess I donât quite know the protocol.â
He laughs but it ends in another pained groan, hand pressing against the clawed marks across his ribs.Â
âShit, that might need stitches,â you frown, pulling out the disinfectant.Â
Once you clean off the area, you notice itâs not as deep as you thought.
âLuckily we didnât need to use the quick clot,â you smear antibacterial ointment over the wounds and pull out the gauze.Â
He hums but doesnât say anything; his blue eyes havenât moved from your face the entire time youâve been âdoctoringâ him.Â
âThank you for this, I really thought I was gonna be wandering the woods for hours,â he finally speaks as you tape a bandage across his ribs and wrap it with the gauze (to be on the safe side you murmur to him).Â
âWell, tomorrow, we can ride the ATV down and call a friend or the local ranger since you were attacked by an animal,â you zip up the first aid kit and grab all the rubbish to toss in the trash.Â
He nods, âOkay.â
âYouâll be sleeping on the couch,â you point to the old upholstered couch in question, âitâs not big but itâs better than the floor.â
His eyes flick from the couch back to you, âI appreciate it. Better than being outside, ya know.â
He quirks a smile at his own words and you give a tight one in response.Â
Sitting down in the chair across from him, you give him a quick once over, âAre you okay though? Like Iâm not doctor, but I can help you down the mountain to my car if you really need one.â
He shakes his head, a softer smile pulling at his lips, âNo, Iâm good. Thanks though.â
âWhat happened?â
âI have a place out here and decided to go for a walk and an asshole jumped out of the bushes and nicked my ribs, knocked me down. I got a little disoriented and wound up over here. I could hear it following me up until I reached your porch.â
You rub your arms and gaze over to the front door, âDid you see what it was?â
âSome kinda wolf I think,â his brows furrow as he thinks back, âbig for a wolf though.â
His expression clears as he looks back at you, âYou live here?â
Shaking your head, you drop his gaze to look into the fireplace, âNo, just a weekend getaway. Shitty job and even shittier neighbors getting on my nerves, so here I am.â
He laughs, âYou donât love your job?â
âNo, not really,â a small smile crosses your face turning back to him, âdoes anyone?â
Leon shrugs before hissing from jostling the wound, âMineâs not so bad. I work security.â
âAhh, any place I know?âÂ
He shakes his head, âItâs local.â
You hum in reply and glance at your watch.Â
âWell, Iâm going to head to bed,â you stand and make your way back to the gun safe, pulling out the rifle again, ânot to be rude, but I donât know you from Adam so if you need to get my attention, I highly stress knocking and waiting for me to reply.â
His gaze doesnât move from your face, âRead you loud and clear, miss.â
âBathrooms through there, kitchen is there,â you point at each in turn, but with the open floor plan it would be hard for Leon to miss any of this, âIâll probably wake up pretty early and make coffee. Then weâll head down, okay?â
He nods along with you, âOkay, Iâll see you in the morning then.â
You walk over to the bedroom and right before the door snaps shut, Leon calls out to you.Â
âGoodnight!â
âGoodnight,â you parrot, giving one last look to the stranger now sitting on your couch.Â
His eyes seem to reflect the firelight making you shiver. In a blink, everything seems normal making you think you only imagined it. Closing the door all the way, you slide the lock in place and crawl into bed, leaning the rifle next to your nightstand.Â
He says he lives nearby but youâve been coming to this cabin for most of your life and have never heard of any neighbors. Itâs one of the reasons why your parents bought this place, the seclusion of not having anyone around for miles. Heâs just really suspicious to you, even if he is cute.Â
You eventually drift off, eyes trained on the door until theyâre slipping shut. A loud jarring sound from the living room wakes you with a jerk. Raising up your hand hovers over your gun. A loud muffled curse makes you deflate a little. Leaving your warm bed, you unlock and open your bedroom door a crack to see Leon kneeling over the chair he mustâve ran into.Â
âYou okay?â You call out making him jump, head jerking around to the sound of your voice.Â
âYeah,â he clears his throat, âI sorta tripped. Sorry to wake you up.â
You shrug and step out, making your way over to the kitchen, âShit happens.â
Leon watches you as you grab a bottle of water from the fridge.Â
âYou seem really interesting,â he tosses out as you drink your water, âitâs kinda refreshing.â
âNo offense Leon, but this is super weird for me,â you blatantly state, squinting at him, âin all my time being up here, Iâve never run into anyone else.â
âI was attacked,â he gestures to his ribs, âand I walked around for a while before finding you. Itâs not like I was hiding out for you.â
He laughs suggesting itâs a joke, but thereâs a ring of truth to his words that makes your hair stand on end. You eye the block of knives to your left.Â
Once he realizes youâre not laughing, he tapers off, a queer little smile tugging at his lips.Â
âI think Iâve spooked you,â he sighs, placing his chin in his palm as it rests against the chair, âdidnât mean to, miss.â
Using the excuse of sitting your bottle down on the counter, you side step closer to the knives.Â
A grin stretches wide across his face, âThose wonât do you any good.â
Your fingernails dig into the soft meat of your palms as you level a flat look at the man in front of you.Â
âAnd why not, Leon?â
He tilts his head, fringe shifting until only one blue eye can be seen, âBecause theyâre not sharp enough, silly.â
By the time your fingers wrap around the handle of a butcherâs knife, four sharp claws are wrapped around your neck, thumb digging into your jaw to tilt your head up. Your brain stutters, trying to comprehend what youâre even looking at now.Â
Heâs monstrous, blocking out the light completely, his body towering above your frame by a couple of feet, not including the curled ram horns protruding from his head. From what little you can see, youâre grateful for the dark. He chuckles a low warbling sound that has your heart rate kicking into overdrive.Â
âYouâre very interesting,â you feel a cold press of something hard and smooth against your ear, âthink Iâll keep you for myself.â
He drags you closer to the fire and you catch a flash of an animal skull in place of a face before he turns away and in a blink he looks human as he did earlier tonight.Â
He smiles at you, âGotta remember not to scare you too much.â
With all the insanity that has taken place in the last few minutes, you find yourself blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.
âYou werenât even hurt, you asshole. Made me waste my first aid gauze.â
Surprise crosses Leonâs features before heâs smiling again, too wide to be human. You can see his pupils are slitted now, like a catâs. Â
âYes, very interesting,â he chuckles, facing off against you and blocking any access to the bedroom (and your gun), âand youâre right.â
Under his breath you catch the words, âfucking Chris.â
You purse your lips, âIf I go missing, theyâre going to come looking for me. Theyâll know your name.â
He sits you down on the couch taking a seat next to you. Leonâs excited by your words, eagerly leaning into your space.Â
âYouâre just full of surprises,â his teeth are longer now, needle sharp as he speaks, âand so clever. I like you already. I donât plan on killing you.â
You snort, âSure, and all of those locals just fell down and hurt themselves to death?â
He laughs, a sharp bright sound that makes your chest flutter.
âOh, well they had it coming to them. Needed to eat,â his eyes reflect in the low light, âyouâre such fun.â
He leans forward and breathes in causing goosebumps to race down your arms, âYou make me want things. Things I havenât thought of in a long, long time.â
Confusion pinches your brows together, âHow old are you? Wait, is Leon even your real name?â
âYou ask such silly questions,â he pouts, âand yes, it is. Why? Think I should have something like Cthulhu?â
You huff a laugh at how offended he sounds but bite down the smile as soon as Leon lights up from your amusement.Â
âYouâre a tough cookie to crack,â he presses more into your space making your skin prickle, âthink I know a way to get you to like me.â
He pulls back and tugs his shirt off and with a small flex of his arms, rips the clothing in half. You canât help but stare at him. When you patched him up hours ago, you had a fleeting appreciation of his body and now it flares back up as your eyes trace his pecs down to the happy trail disappearing under the band of his jeans.Â
After tearing the shirt again, he wraps a torn piece around your wrists and ties it off. You try twisting your arms, but it does nothing except pinch the skin. Embarrassingly, your clit pulses at the feeling of being tied up like this.Â
Next, Leon strips you both down quickly; his eyes hungrily raking down your nude body as he removes each piece of clothing.  Feeling self conscious, even in front of a monster, you shift your arms to cover yourself. He grabs your biceps, blue cat eyes flashing with heat, and yanks them back up.Â
âLet me have my fill,â he gnashes his teeth, sharp points drawing your eye, âlook at how soft you are, all that lovely unmarked skinâŠâ
His voice trails off as he runs his hands down your arms to your breasts.Â
âSweet little nipples that need suckedâŠâ
You shiver as he tweaks your nipples until theyâre stiff and sensitive. He runs his hands over your soft stomach and hips. One hand grips the fat of your waist and the other teasingly rubs across your mound.Â
âAnd a fat wet pussy that needs licked.âÂ
You shudder at those words, thighs subconsciously parting for him as he grins wickedly into your eyes.Â
âYeah thatâs what she needs, huh? A sexy cunt that just needs to be stuffed full with a big fat cock.â
A whine slips past your lips and you go hot all over with embarrassment, toes curling against the soft rug.Â
âS-shut up, fucking perv.â
He laughs, a distorted chime that reminds you of a bell, and leans forward to nose against your jaw, kissing your cheek.Â
âMmm, Iâll enjoy every second of this. Youâre so feisty,â he kisses down to your neck, âwhich means this pussy is gonna taste so good. Especially when you cum.â
You glare at him but canât stop the slick leaking down your thighs from his words and touches. Itâs your darkest fantasy come true; youâve gotten off to the thought of someone forcing themselves on you more than youâd like to admit. And now this weird creature is going to have his wicked way with you; it makes your pussy thrum in anticipation.Â
His hands distort into claws in front of your eyes; the fingers are multi jointed in the strangest of ways, skin discolored and skeletal with nails long and sharp, digging into your waist roughly making you suck in a breath. His teeth and eyes are still abnormal, but so far thatâs the extent.Â
âWhat are you?â you murmur, eyes wide as they move back down to his strange hands.Â
He shrugs easily, âIâm me,â grinning mischievously he presses on, âwanna see something?â
Before you can say anything he sticks out his pink tongue. It unfurls from his mouth, long and thick with a rough bumpy texture. He laughs and pulls it back into his mouth.Â
âGonna show you how fun it can be,â he kneels down in the floor, between your parted thighs, âgod, you smell fucking fantastic.â
He drools a line of spit down onto the hood of your clit making your cunt throb with arousal.Â
âYeah, you may say you donât like it, but look how fucking messy this pussy is,â he sighs happily, laying his head onto your thigh to gaze up at you, âIâm gonna make you feel so good, little human.â
He kisses your cunt sweetly making your hips jump up.Â
âSo sensitive,â he growls, eyes luminous as he glances back up to your face, âgonna enjoy this.â
He buries his face into your pussy, slurping and groaning as he licks into your hole.Â
âSuch a fat pussy,â he grunts, mouth moving up to suckle your clit, âfat little pussy thatâs gonna cum all over my tongue.â
You whimper, hooking your legs over his shoulders making him laugh at you.Â
âYou like that? Like that I wanna eat this sweet pussy until youâre creaming my face?â
âFuck,â you moan, head tossed back as he dives back into licking and kissing your pussy.Â
It should gross you out, turn you off, anything, other than wanting to have this monster eat you out. You blame it on your brain just giving into the craziness thatâs happening. Hell, maybe youâll wake up and this will all have been some kind of fever dream.Â
You grind against his mouth and his thick rough tongue fucks up into your clenching hole, fluttering against your walls and stretching your cunt wide like a cock would. Reaching down, your fingers grip into his hair, using it as an anchor as you hump down onto his tongue.Â
With a rumbling purr deep within his chest, you feel his hair shift as his horns grow out of his skull. Hesitantly, you move from his silky hair to the rough texture of his horns. You gently wrap your fingers around the base and he humps the air.Â
âGripâem,â he murmurs, eyes bright, sharp teeth nipping the meat of your thigh, âthink weâll both like it.âÂ
A shuddering whine leaves your lips as you grasp his horns and rock against his greedy mouth. He groans, the vibration thrumming through your cunt making more slick ooze from your hole. He pulls away to lick a broad stripe up your cunt, bumpy tongue lapping slowly at your clit making your thighs shake.Â
With a rumbling growl, he buries his face into your pussy lips, tongue pressing into your drippy hole. You shift your wrists as the binding bites into your skin while you grip his horns. He purrs and rubs his head back and forth so his nose rolls across your swollen clit. Whining softly, you buck upward, grinding yourself against his mouth.Â
More slick oozes from your cunt and he slips his tongue into your pulsing walls before licking his way up to your pudgy clit. Leon bites your pussy lips, sucking the skin roughly before letting go. He kisses the hood of your clit and across your mound before biting down on where your cunt meets your thigh.Â
Letting go, he moves back to running his bumpy tongue through your slick folds. You arch off the couch and into his warm rough mouth as he keeps licking and sucking at your cunt until youâre crying out.Â
âYouâre gonna make me cum,â you pant, tugging his horns before grasping his hair.Â
He hums and sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue licking over the swollen bud as you moan softly. Right on the brink, he pulls his mouth away, sticky strings of saliva connecting to your pussy lips as he denies you your orgasm.Â
You narrow your eyes at him as he pulls away, his slitted pupils expanded as they move up from your glistening cunt to your pinched expression.Â
He grins and the sharp teeth make your clit throb.  Gripping your arms, he slips your hands over his head to wrap around his neck. Moving up your body, he kisses you messily, tongue licking into your mouth greedily. You whimper to taste yourself on his lips.Â
His claws slide down your ribs making your breath stutter, exhaling a gasp as they wrap around your waist.Â
âSo soft,â he murmurs, âjust wanna sink my claws in you over and over.â
He slips his hands underneath your ass and lifts you up, standing to his full height where your head nearly brushes the roof of the cabin. Turning, he sits down on the couch with you in his lap. Â
âYou seem rather human,â you mutter, eyes taking in his body as you straddle his waist, legs tucked on the outside of his thighs.Â
âEasier to enjoy a soft thing like you when Iâm like this,â he laughs, clawed hands digging into the meat of your hips.
âItâs just surprising,â you shrug, arms still tied around his neck.Â
His eyes gleam white before settling back into their usual blue; he shifts on the couch before a smooth cat like tail slips from behind his body to wrap around your waist.Â
âBetter?â A smug look crosses his face.Â
You hold back the laugh bubbling at the base of your throat; maybe youâve lost your mind, maybe this is some weird hallucination brought on by whatever you ate, but a monster trying to impress you before fucking your brains out is something you never would have dreamt in your wildest fantasies.Â
âWhat about your face earlier?â
He rolls his eyes, âThatâs so boring. Donât you wanna see if I have two cocks or something?â
This time you do laugh, a small sound that you quickly stifle under his gaze. He jostles you as he pulls you down onto his bulge making your breath hitch from the sheer size of him.Â
âThe answer is yes by the way,â his grin widens at the same time as your eyes do, tail tightening around your middle in excitement.Â
Burying his face in your neck, he mutters, âYou seriously smell so good.â
His fingers move down and tease across your swollen clit, parting your pussy lips to drag slick up from your hole all around your bud. He lets go to remove his pants (which youâre not even sure how theyâre still on), having you raise up on your knees as he shoves them down and off.Â
Once you settle back down on his lap one of his dripping cocks is sandwiched between your pussy lips and the other presses against the front of your mound, uncut head smearing precum on your abdomen, making you clench around nothing. From the looks of this one, both are thick and long, definitely bigger than anything youâve had before.Â
âEyes are up here,â his snarky tone pulls your attention back up to his face.Â
You shake your head, âHowââ
âOne at a time, silly,â he nips your neck, âthen once youâre stretched enough, we can try both.â
His voice drops a lower octave, âBut youâve also got two holes that we can try out, too.â
Your eyes flutter as your cunt oozes slick all over his cock making him laugh.
âYouâre really interesting,â he sloppily kisses your neck, ânever had someone so excited before. Usually have to rape their little cunts in their sleep.â
You whimper and he raises up to smirk at you.Â
âWere you hoping for the same thing? Mmm, all half asleep as I stuff that pussy,â he purrs in your ear, âtoo tired and weak to push me off as I rape this tiny hole til Iâm pulling out and covering you with cum.â
You grind down against his cocks as your nails digs into the back of his neck making him smile into the feeling.Â
âYouâre such fun,â he tilts his head, eyes glittering, âjust for that Iâll give you a little treat.â
Your mouth drops open in shock as he changes between one blink to the next; his entire face morphs to that of a smooth animal skull, bright eyes flaring from the empty eye sockets. He bares his teeth at you in what you hope is a smile.Â
âTa da!â His voice comes out distorted and echoey, octave low and strange.Â
A high keen slips past your lips as he eases the head of one of his cocks into your cunt.Â
âYouâre so wet,â he praises, âgod, âm so lucky to get a little freak like you.â
You want to argue against him, but itâs hard when this monster is slowly sinking his fat dick into your spasming hole, stretching you out so good.Â
He pauses when heâs only halfway inside, holding you still with his huge hands until youâre squirming.Â
âPlease,â you whisper, frustration making tears bead your lash line.Â
âAwww,â he coos at you, âsince youâve been so good, I guess you can have it all.â
And with that, he drops you down on his lap like a stone, cock bullying all the way into your cunt until the fat tip is bruising your cervix making you wail.Â
âToo rough?â He smirks.Â
You nod and slump against his chest.Â
âMust like it,â he mocks, âthis pussy is gripping me so tight, donât know if I can pull out.â
You shudder and drool on his pecs as his cock kicks inside your overly full pussy. His other cock drips precum all over your lower abdomen from where itâs sandwiched between you two.Â
âUntie me,â youâre able to slur out, slowly tugging your arms over his head.Â
He squints at you (or the skull seems to insinuate squinting) and uses a claw to slice through the tattered shirt binding your wrists.Â
Sighing, you rotate your hands before placing them on his chest and dragging them down. You watch as his muscles jump and twitch under your smooth palms. Finally, you cup the base of his other cock and slowly pull down the foreskin. You drool a line of spit down onto the head and precum blurts from the tip of his dick.
He snarls and pulls out only to roughly fuck back into your pussy. Whimpering, youâre only able to loosely grip his second cock as he jackhammers into your soaked cunt.Â
âSensitive, huh,â you murmur, eyes half lidded as they gaze up into his skull face.Â
He whines at your words, grinding his tip hard against your cervix making your eyes roll back, âBeen so long since a pretty thing wanted to play with me.â
Your hands grip his cock and begin to jerk him off firmly, spitting down on his tip to make it wet and messy.Â
His tail, which you forgot about, slips lower down on your waist and lightly teases across your clit.Â
âOh,â your eyes move from his slackened jaw down to watch his soft tail slowly tap and rub across your swollen clit.Â
Your cunt squeezes around his cock rhythmically as he teases your bundle of nerves until youâre rocking against him. His claws let go of your hips to wrap around your thighs, spreading you open until he can see his cock pounding into your drippy hole. Â
His tail helps you lean back some so he can leverage his hips into rolling thrusts up into your pussy. Your hands shakily keep stroking his other cock,completely  covered in spit and precum.Â
His tail smacks across your clit and your orgasm hits you hard. Your toes curl and spine arches as your cunt clenches down on his thick cock like a vice, milking him until it must hurt but he only groans in pleasure. Your hands go slack and he grabs them to toss over his broad shoulders.Â
He presses his mouth right against your ear, low baritone making your cunt spasm and clench around his fat cock.Â
âGotta pull out, little human,â he chuckles when you whine, âmmm, Iâve got to cause if I cum in you, weâll be mated. And you wouldnât want that, would ya?â
Your nails dig into his shoulders hard enough to pierce his skin and he purrs, âUnless you want me to fill up this sexy little pussy and keep you forever.â
You bounce what little you can down onto his dick, hands moving up to his horns to grab onto them. Feeling cockdrunk and unhinged, you swivel your hips to fuck him harder, wanting everything he has to give.
âWanna feel it,â you sigh as he sinks his sharp teeth into your shoulder, âfill me up, Leon.â
He growls, a loud inhuman sound that makes your skin crawl and a bolt of fear spike through the arousal. Instead of letting go, you grind down even harder, pussy feeling sore and sensitive.Â
âYou want me to cum inside you?â He sounds pained and when he tilts back up his skull face has morphed into the one he wore earlier that night.
âUh huh,â you pant and bring up one of your hands to cradle his jaw, hips swiveling down to prevent him from pulling out, âor are you all talk?â
In a flash, he has your back on the couch as he pins you down in a mating press, legs pressed open wide by his clawed hands.Â
He snaps his teeth in your face, âYou donât even know what it means to be bred, do you? Iâll have this fat cunt stuffed so full youâre dripping my seed for days. Youâll beg for it constantly, needing me to breed your cute little hole cause you feel so empty.â
You whine, hands coming up to wrap around his horns again, âPromise?â
He growls low in his throat and smashes your mouths together, his sharp teeth  cutting your bottom lip so the taste of blood flavors your kisses.Â
âPromise,â he mutters against your mouth before licking up the blood tinging your lips.Â
âGonna mate you all the time,â he mumbles against you as he pistons his hips deep into your swollen pussy, âhave you cumming on my cock until you canât even think anymore.â
You moan and pull him back in for more sloppy kisses, âPlease, please, Leon, cum in my pussy.â
His second cockâs weeping so much precum, your stomach is a sticky mess, but it just makes you squeeze down on the cock inside you even more. Leon has flipped some switch in your brain because you feel like youâll die if he doesnât spill inside you.
âYou promised me both,â you pout, tears clinging to your lashes as his cock presses into your cervix, âpromised to stuff me with both.â
He groans brokenly, hips shuddering as he bucks into you one last time, spilling his thick load deep into your cunt at the same time his other cock spurts rope after rope of hot thick cum all over your body, jizz shooting all the up to your chin.Â
He groans like an animal youâve never heard of as he dumps load after load into your pussy until itâs spilling out around his fat cock.Â
âMated,â he sounds happy as he sinks his teeth into your neck making you scream out.
He pulls back with bloody teeth and thatâs the last thing you see before passing out.Â
~*~*~*~
The warm slant of sunlight from the bedroom window shines into your eyes and you roll over with a grumble. You raise up quickly once you remembered where you were, only to see Leon lounging on the bed next to you eating a bowl of cereal as he watches the small portable tv on the dresser.Â
âThese movies are so dumb,â he scoffs, digging into your Count Chocula cereal, âthey always go overboard on the transformations.âÂ
Your bleary eyes squint at the small screen and see what looks to be The Thing and you frown at him. Pushing yourself up, you slump against his side, body feeling overly sore (the same as your sensitive cunt).Â
âThat better not be the last of it,â you mumble against his arm, making him turn his bright eyes over to you.Â
âNo, but good morning, little mate,â he purrs, setting the bowl down on your nightstand so he can roll over on top of you to pin you down to the bed.Â
You whimper and arch up into the soft kisses he presses against your neck. The blanket slips down to his waist as he grinds his cocks against your needy pussy. He eases the head of one of them inside your hole, making you sigh and wrap your legs around his waist.Â
âGotta fill you up again,â he chuckles, âsucking me in like I didnât spend all night pounding this little pussy.â
âLeon,â you whine, nails scratching red lines down his back and making his hips thrust into you.Â
He fucks you slow and soft, rutting into your pussy as his other cock is sandwiched between your thighs.Â
âPerfect,â he sighs happily, âcanât wait to give you both.â
Eyes fluttering, you moan and pull him down fully on top of you, his heavy weight squishing you into the mattress. He growls and snaps his hips harder, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass makes you clench down on him.Â
âFirst pussy Iâve ever got to creampie,â he coos against your ear, âso taboo to mate a human, but damn if I donât love fucking this tight cunt. Sâall mine now, I own this tight little pussy.â
His words wring your first orgasm of the day from your sore body, pussy walls fluttering as you cum around his fat cock. He moans low in his throat, hips rabbiting harder against you as he chases his own climax.Â
His blunted human teeth bite down on your neck as he buries his cock as deep as he can in your pussy, pumping his load right against your cervix as his other cock spills wet and hot between your legs.Â
âFuck,â you whimper, clit pulsing as he stuffs you to the brim and paints your thighs white with his thick cum. Â
He pulls away with a grunt and snuggles into your side. With a soft giggle, he nuzzles against the bite mark he left on your shoulder.Â
âCanât wait to show you off. Chris is gonna eat shit,â he crows in your ear before kissing your jaw.Â
âChris?â you tiredly ask, twisting to look at the top of Leonâs head.Â
âYeah heâs the asshole who scratched up my ribs. Heâs a part of what you humans would call my pack,â he leans up to kiss you on the lips, âdonât worry, Iâll introduce you after youâre settled in.â
âWhat?â You frown.Â
âIâve got a place not too far from here,â he gushes, eyes shining excitedly, âyouâre gonna love it. It overlooks the river and everything.â
âYou have a house?â Your brain feels like itâs lagging behind.Â
âOf course, silly,â he kisses your neck again, âyouâll come live with me. Iâll take care of you, never have to worry about a thing.â
âQuit my job and just move out here?â
âItâs not like you liked it anyway,â he rolls his eyes before climbing on top of you, pinning you down again.Â
His cocks rub against your cunt making you whimper.Â
âIâll take such good care of you,â he murmurs before kissing you, strange tongue licking into your mouth.Â
Whining, you suck on the thick muscle as he rocks against you, cunt oozing creamy slick and cum all over your thighs.Â
âKeep you forever,â he groans, pulling back to prop his weight on his forearms, âgot me addicted to this little human pussy already. Definitely not letting you go.â
A high pitched moan slips from your lips as he slips the head of both of his cocks into your cunt.Â
âMmm, canât fit quite yet but weâll get there,â he laughs, âlet me just slip the tips in for now.â
Your thighs tremble as he rocks the first few inches of each cock into your used cunt. He relaxes on top of you, letting your pussy cockwarm his dicks as he bites and kisses at your neck. He moves up to kiss you, all wet and messy, making you whimper and cling to him.Â
It doesnât take long before youâre rocking against him, slowly fucking the heads of his cocks in and out of your stretched pussy.  He sighs and purrs into your kisses as he tongue fucks your mouth. You can feel as his teeth change against your lips, sharp points digging into the sensitive skin.Â
He works you for what feels like hours, just slowly sinking inch by inch into your spasming hole. His precum and your slick have soaked your thighs all the way to the bedspread underneath. Itâs a wet mess between your thighs, but all you can feel is the pleasurable pain of being too full.Â
âNever had someone take both like this,â he rumbles happily, nosing against your jaw, âgod, what a perfect fucking pussy. Youâre taking me in so well, such a good fucking girl.â
You hiccup a whine at the praise, walls fluttering against the stretch of his dicks.Â
âYeah? Like being my good girl,â he nips at your earlobe, âyouâre the best Iâve ever had, so fucking lucky. Canât believe I own a slut who likes being DPâd.â
Your nails dig harshly into his back as your toes curl, his words making you burn hot all over.Â
âLike that?â He mocks, âlike that I own you and your pretty pussy?â
His tail slips between your bodies to spank your clit making you cry out and  rock against him harder.Â
âLeon,â you slur out, tears slipping from your eyes due to overstimulation.
With a groan, he buries both cocks to the hilt inside of your clenching heat. Your pussy feels stretched to the limit, overwhelmed by the sheer size of both of his dicks. You gasp and mewl, feeling like you canât breathe from being stuffed so full.Â
âShh, shhh, Iâve got you,â he kisses your cheek, âtaking me so well. Tight little cunt just made for me, huh?â
Not able to think, you just babble out nonsensical words, feeling on the edge of another orgasm. Itâs not going to take much to make you cum.Â
âAww did I fuck you stupid?â He laughs, âwet little pussy just canât handle me can she?â
His tail smacks across your pudgy clit and your orgasm slams into you, making you squirt around his cocks, too spread open to clamp down as tight as usual.Â
âOh fuck me,â he hisses, grinding himself deeper, making you wail as you continue to gush around him.Â
âGot your cute little pussy to squirt,â he moans excitedly, âfuck, thatâs so hot.â
He growls and you watch as his eyes shine before his body shifts into that monstrous form you saw last night. Heâs huge, caging you in with his skeletal and strangely jointed body. You whimper and move your hands up from digging into his shoulders to the horns coming out of the skull heâs wearing now.Â
He pulls out only to bully his fat cocks back into your well used pussy. Eyes rolling back at the pleasure heâs wringing from your body, you moan and grip his horns tighter making him buck harder into you. A few more thrusts and youâre cumming again with a weak cry, pussy walls fluttering and milking Leonâs dicks.Â
âMy mate,â his distorted voice rumbles, hips fucking roughly into your spasming hole, âgonna breed your little pussy, fill you up with my hot cum.â
All you can do is mewl and whimper underneath his body, feeling as he fucks harder and harder into your cunt until heâs finally burying himself all the way inside. His tips knock and rub against your cervix which set off fireworks behind your eyes as you cum one last time.Â
Hot thick spurts of cum shoot out and quickly stuff your pussy full. Your abdomen looks bloated from how much Leonâs pumping inside your body. Heâs snarling against your neck as he humps your pussy, dumping load after load into you until itâs dripping out around his balls.Â
You must black out cause the next thing you know, youâre leaning against Leonâs chest in the bath. Whimpering, you weakly grasp onto the hand he has trailing across your stomach.Â
âFinally awake,â he chuffs against your hair, âhow do you feel?â
âSore,â you croak out, throat feeling scratchy.Â
One of his hands clasps yours while the other slides across your hip to your swollen pussy.Â
âLeon,â you whine, âI canât.â
âShhh,â he kisses the side of your head, âlet me make you feel good, my perfect little mate.â
His fingers quickly tease and rub across your sensitive clit until youâre rocking your hips up with the motion.Â
âThere we go, good girl,â he sighs, âlet me play with that cute pussy. Feels so good to have my fingers on your little clit, huh?â
âMm hmm,â you arch back into his chest, thighs parted until theyâre touching the sides of the bathtub.Â
âWant me to slip inside? Want my cocks to stuff you full of cum again?â
Your body feels molten with the arousal pounding through your veins. He shifts and both cocks are pressed against your cunt between your thighs.Â
ââM always so hard around you,â he whines in your ear, âyou smell too fucking good, wanna eat you up.â
You shudder as his sharp teeth press against your neck, fingers dipping into your cunt to trail back up and smear slick across your pudgy clit.Â
âCome on, I know you can cum for me,â he kisses your neck softly.Â
In next to no time, your thighs shake as an orgasm crests and sweeps through your tired body, making you tense all over before going totally limp against Leonâs body.Â
âGood girl,â he purrs against your back, hands rubbing at your waist, âcanât wait to take you home.â
Humming, you relax, letting the warm bath lull you into a sleepy state. Leon goes off on a tangent about introducing you to everyone as soon as possible as well as moving you into his house. While you listen to him talk about your new home, you think to yourself that being mated to a monster like Leon isnât the worst thing in the world.Â
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greener on the other side.
Danny makes a habit out of hopping into portals and exploring the places he ends up. It just so happens that this time, he ends up in Gotham right as the Signal begins his patrol.
Duke meets the strangest, funniest, cutest guy on the roof of the Gotham City Public Library. He knows Batman would not approve of literally anything he's doing, but sue him, he wants a meta friend and this guy seems to be up for it.
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OR: how Duke and Danny get together despite having secret identities and living in different dimensions.
chapter three: how it shines - 8.6k
read the entire fic on ao3!
the final chapter of this fic... and the end to the first fic in the series!! theres a lot i say in the end notes of ao3 so i highly recommend reading this chapter there!
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Signal: you ever feel like maybe the world is out to get you
Signal: [attached photo shows Signal lying in the middle of a torn up road, post-fight, his helmet lightly blackened with ash.]
Danny: buddy, the world has already taken me out
Danny: [attached photo is a selfie of Danny, frowning at the camera. Behind him, a large, flying robot is pointing a rocket launcher at him.]
Signal: okay, you win. are you alright???
Danny: lol im fine. this literally happens every week i know how to beat this guy up
Danny: tbh i think the real threat to my existence is school
Signal: so true. one day we will be free of itâŠ.
Danny: but not today
Signal: but not today
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Danny: got a minute?
Signal: yeah whatâs up?
Danny: u have a secret identity
Signal: âŠyes?
Danny: have u told other people abt ur secret identity
Signal: yes? but some of them just kinda found out on their own
Signal: why?Â
Danny: how did that go. did they react well? did u have to defend urself from them?
Signal: there were some problems about me throwing myself in danger, but i was always safe with them
Danny: okay. cool. got it.
Signal: everything okay?
Danny: im thinking about telling my parents a secret about me. im kinda terrified of how theyâre going to react
Signal: are you coming out to them?
Danny: in a way i guess.Â
Danny: gonna recruit my sister into helping me talk to them. and also get rid of all their weapons beforehand so thereâs a lower chance of them shooting me
Signal: shooting you?!?!? dude are you going to be okay??? donât do anything that could get you hurt!!
Danny: gtg
Signal: dude??
Signal: danny?
Signal: let me know how it goes, okay? i canât travel through dimensions like you can, but i can figure something out if you need a rescue
Signal: good luck danny!
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Danny: ever get into a fist fight with a walmart knock off vampire in the parking lot of a burger joint?
Danny: [attached photo is Dannyâs hand flipping off a man hovering in a parking lot. Heâs wearing a cape and vampire-coded clothes.]
Signal: ever have a snack break in the middle of fighting a crocodile man?
Signal: [attached photo shows Signal holding up a half eaten taco, a giant crocodile man behind him with his own box of tacos. Theyâre sitting next to each other in an alley.]
Danny: point to u bc u actually got food
Signal: đ
Signal: also, everything okay? with your parents?
Danny: letâs not talk about that.
Signal: okay. but if you do want to talk, iâll be here for you
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Danny: idk if dash is trying to annoy me into another fling or if he actually wants me to throw him across the field but if he doesnât back off im going for violence
Signal: uh
Danny: THAT WAS MEANT FOR TUCKER IM SO SORRY
Signal: should i be jealous that someone is hoping for another fling with you lol
Danny: it was once and will never happen again. 1) heâs not my type 2) heâs so annoying
Danny: also why would u get jealous of anyone ure literally a hero? hello?
Signal: hey man that guy is with you in your dimension and im all the way over here
Signal: totally reasonable for me to get jealous!! this is like a more extreme version of having online friends
Danny: true⊠hey i can swing by for the weekend if u want!! honestly the less time i spend here the better
Signal: that bad?
Danny: iâve known everyone here for my entire life. i need OUT
Danny: gothams cool! its a big city with things to do!!! obviously im gonna like it more than Normal Town Illinois ïżœïżœïżœïżœ
Signal: weather is bad all week thoâŠ. even if you come over we wouldnt be able to go out
Signal: its been a while since we had a storm so bad
Danny: man if that was happening here i would be able to punch the storm away
Signal: im taking that as a joke
Danny: no i literally punched a storm away before. he was a dick tho he deserved it
Signal: âŠ.this is still Normal Town Illinois right?
Danny: .
Danny: ok fine maybe u have a point
Danny: anyways!!! i just wanna hang out with you dude i would be happy just playing video games or something
Signal: we can do that!! let me know when u get here đ
Signal: and good luck dealing w this dash guy!!
Danny: ugh dont remind me
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Signal: hye u know our plana to hang out tody
Signal: maybe rain chek tht im not goos company rn
Danny: u ok? i can always come by some other weekend
Signal: got hit and everythif bad
Danny: did u hit ur head?
Signal: yes
Danny: ok im going to call u so you can stop looking at ur phone screen. just in case u have a concussion
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The phone rings twice before Signal picks up. He mumbles something that might be a hello, but itâs honestly hard to tell.Â
âHey, man,â Danny says, leaning back in his chair to look up at the faded glow in the dark stars he stuck up on his ceiling years ago. âAre you okay?â
Signal hums a vague response, then sighs, sending static down the line. âJust got a headache right now. Canât even go out since itâs too bright.â
âIs it sunny in Gotham right now?â
âNo, itâs super cloudy and thatâs still too much. I hate concussions.â Thereâs a bit of a whine in his voice that reminds Danny that under the helmet, Signal is a normal guy just like anyone else. And like everyone else, powers donât save him from the pain of brain trauma.Â
Danny would know; heâs gotten pretty good at taking care of injuries and the such through his high school career of getting tossed in lockers and attacked by ghosts. Heâs pretty sure parts of his brain are still rattled from the amount of times heâs been thrown into and through walls.Â
âI hear you, man,â Danny commiserates, âHead injuries are the worst. But it should start feeling better in a few days, so you can just stay home and relax until the pain stops.â
âUgh, I wish. I still have to go to school tomorrow.â
âDude, that sucks. If you can stay home sick, then donât force yourself to go. Concussions are no joke.â
Signal hums again, then mumbles, âI canât think of an excuse. Cause the concussion is from being hit on patrol so like. I canât say that! I have to figure out a reason for my civilian identity to have a concussion.â
âCan I suggest something?â
âPlease, Iâll take anything at this point, man. My brain is done for.â
âMake up an embarrassing story. You have to make yourself look silly and people will believe you more and not ask follow up questions because youâre too embarrassed to say more.â
â...Keep talking. This sounds viable. The only advice I got was to basically fake my death or get into a car accident to get more injured.â
âI think you need to fight whoever said that,â Danny says, âThat is horrible advice.â
âI know!â Signal laughs. âOh I shouldnât have laughed, my head is hurting more.â
Danny lets out a slow breath, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling of his bedroom. If he strains his hearing, he can make out the rustle of fabric from Signalâs end of the call as well as the murmur of his parentâs voices downstairs. He closes his eyes and focuses on the call, pushing away the heavy weight of regret on his chest that hits him each time he thinks about his parents.Â
Now is not the time for that. Signal needs calm and quiet, so Danny is going to give that to him and then let him go to rest.
âAre you drinking enough water? Getting some comfort food?â
âYeah, Iâm being taken care of. Donât worry Danny, I got a whole crew of dysfunctional caretakers.â
âGood. Iâll let you get back to resting, then.â
âIâm still so sorry I had to cancel. I was looking forward to seeing you again.â
Warmth rises to his cheeks and Danny rubs a hand against them, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach that came to life at those words. âWe can always do a different day. Let me know when you feel better, okay?â
âYeah, alright. Thanks, Danny.â
âI hope you feel better soon, Signal. I missed you too.â
Thereâs a pause where Dannyâs heart pounds hard against his chest, as though trying to escape his ribcage. He bites his tongue, wondering it that was too much, if he made things weird, if Signal didnât feel the same way.Â
And then Signal says with a soft voice, âI canât wait to see you again. Youâre too sweet to me.â
âOkay!â Danny squeaks, cheeks aflame, âGo sleep, Signal! Iâll talk to you once you can look at a screen again.â
âAlright. Thanks, Danny.â
âOf course, dude. Bye.â
Signal makes a soft mumble that could be âbyeâ but itâs hard to tell with Signalâs voice going all rough and low, exhausting in every sound, and then the call is ending.Â
Danny drops the phone onto his desk and draws his knees up to hold them against his chest. He rests his chin on them, filled with longing for Gotham.
Not just for the Signal, though thatâs a big part of it. But for the anonymity of a big city in a dimension where he doesnât exist. A place where he can be himself, just Danny instead of being torn between his parentâs son and Phantom. Plus, Gotham has heroes! Not other ghosts, not ghost hunters, but people with superpowers who help people whenever they can.Â
It would be nice to be someplace like Gotham where he wouldnât have to carry the responsibility of protecting an entire city on his shoulders. It would be nice to have friends who understand why he canât not give his all to protect people, regardless of how they feel for him, friends who make the same choice, friends who arenât weighed down by guilt with their part in his death.
As much as he loves Sam and Tucker, he knows that will be something that haunts them for the rest of their lives.Â
Itâs better now that it had been in freshman year, but itâs still something that changed them all. Heâll always love them, and he knows they love him, but they need to spend some time apart.
In Amity Park, theyâre the outsiders who are too weird for the rest of the school, outcasts who stick together, a tightly knit group full of secrets. Theyâve been each others only friends for the longest time; sometimes, others come in and out of their lives, like Valerie, but the bond he has with Sam and Tucker canât be replicated.Â
They need to be with new people to grow any more. He can see how theyâre holding each other back.Â
Theyâll always find a way to be together, but they have to be apart first.
Gotham will be good for that.Â
Hell, any place in that dimension would be good!
Danny just wants to be more than he is, wants to be better and he canât do that here or with his friends.Â
And he certainly canât do that with his parents.
After telling them about everythingâs heâs done as Phantom, all the times heâs ruined their inventions or fought with the GIW or endangered people through his fights with other ghosts, his parents just stared at him. They were seated around the kitchen table, Jazz standing behind Danny with a comforting hand on his shoulder, as his parents just⊠stared.
There were no accusations of possession, no weapons drawn, no demands for an explanation. Just a haunted look in his parents eyes as they went silent, still, horrified.Â
âDanny,â his mom had whispered, âYou mean youâreââ
âIâm Phantom, yeah. The ghost menace,â he had answered.
âYouâre dead,â she finished as if he hadnât spoken. âYou died and we didnât⊠we never noticed. Whatâ Howââ
The thing about being Phantom is that Danny knows he died. He knows he came back changed. But he doesnât like thinking about it, still wakes up from nightmares of electricity racing through his body, frying him from inside out as it stops and restarts his heart in an endless painful pattern. Yes he died, but he got powers out of it! He got to meet other ghosts, explore the Infinite Realms, do so many cool things no one else is able to doâŠ
But he still died. Half of him is still dead. Heâs never going to be the kid he once was.
âIt was an accident,â he had whispered, âWith the portal. The on button is inside it, and when I went in for some stupid picture, I tripped and hit it.â
âAnd we only cared about the portal working,â his dad had said, grief coloring every line in his face. âWe didnât even look at you. We just went straight for the portal. We were so happy to be right that we didnât stop to think about what it meant, how it could have happenedâŠâ
The tears he saw well up in his parents eyes made his heart twist uncomfortably in his chest. For several long minutes, silence settled around them as his parents closed either eyes are stared down at the table, refusing to look at him. Jazz had squeezed his shoulder, then pulled him up out of his seat.
âDanny, go upstairs. Or to Tuckerâs place. I need to have my own talk with them,â she had said. There was a steel in her gaze that told Danny there was no use in arguing, so he walked out the front door and transformed so he could fly out into the woods where he could be alone, watching the sky change colors as the sun set.
Itâs been two weeks since then. His parents still canât look at him for too long. They canât look him in the eyes at all.
He wonders if he would have preferred them trying to kill him. At least then they would acknowledge that heâs still here instead of moving around him as if heâs a memory haunting the halls of their home, one theyâre too guilty to face just yet.Â
He misses his dadâs loud voice and enthusiasm. He misses his momâs quick wit and quicker reflexes. He misses the chaos of each meal they would have together and how his parents would drag him and Jazz along on random, sudden trips for the sake of science.Â
He misses his parents.Â
Danny hates that the family he loves died with him in that portal.Â
As much as he still loves them, being in the house, and in Amity Park in general, is suffocating. The farther he can get from them the better; Danny isnât sure heâd react well if he stayed in this universe and woke up one day with his parents decided to break into his new home because they finally feel up to having a conversation with him.Â
Maybe heâd talk to Signal about what living in Gotham is like. That might help him make a decision on what to do with himself once he graduates from Casper High School.
Heâll save it for the next time they meet.Â
Some things are better done in person, after all. And it wouldnât hurt for Danny to use it as an excuse to make sure heâs fine.Â
But for now, heâll wait until the days pass and keep daydreaming about better things.
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Signal: hey man, u doing okay? i havenât heard from u in a while
Danny: yeah im good! i was waiting for u to text first bc i didnt know how long youâd need to recover from a concussion
Signal: ive been good for a while, dude. dw abt waiting to text me, just send me something and iâll reply once i can!!
Danny: iâll keep that in mind for the next time u get injured đ
Signal: but fr are u good? tell me to back off if u need but u seem kinda down
Danny: im fine!!! just dealing w the crushing weight of existence, thatâs all đ«
Signal: oh mood. anything i can do to make things better for u?
Danny: nah itâs fine, im just like this sometimes. i promise itâll pass
Signal: want a distraction?
Danny: please
Signal: so i was just swinging thru the streets as i do and this group called me down while theyre having a huge argument
Signal: so i go bc i dont want things escalating yknow?Â
Signal: and idk the context of this argument AT ALL but one of them turns to me
Signal: looks me dead in the eyes
Signal: and says âpenis enhancement pills are NOT a thing, right?â
Danny: SKDFJALSDJ NO WAY
Signal: oh man. this isnt even the best part of this story
Danny: thereâs MORE?????
Signal: its gotham, danny, thereâs always more lmao
Signal: so anywaysâŠâŠ..
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Danny: i hope you know that story has been haunting me all week
Danny: dash was being a dick again and i was half asleep so i told him âmaybe uâd be less of a dick if u stop taking penis enhancing pillsâ
Signal: THATS GOLD
Signal: my job here is done. nothing will ever top that. iâll see myself out âïž
Danny: he looked so shocked lmaooo
Danny: tried to say he DOESNT take any pills but it was too late
Danny: he was too flustered by it no one believed him
Danny: top 10 things to say to ur former bully
Signal: i didnt know he bullied u. good for u! get his ass!
Danny: heâs fine now lol just annoying. we all grew out of the super cliche high school phase after freshman year when we had to work together to fend off ghosts and the government
Signal: nothing like a little anarchy to bring people together
Signal: its why im still good friends w the people who were in a gang i joined when i was younger to be like. street kid vigilantes bc gotham was going bad back then
Danny: everything u say about gotham and ur life is so fascinating literally how are u real?? ure the perfect ya novel protagonist
Signal: thats the sweetest thing anyones ever said to me âŁïž
Signal: but also lol. lmao. gotham really is just like that. no one is immune
Signal: u also sound like a ya protag jsyk.Â
Danny: literally how im so boring??
Signal: danny. babe. im gonna have to bring out the capital letters for this bc i get the feeling that u really believe that
Danny: oh boy
Signal: Listen. You live in a small town thatâs Haunted, fight ghosts, have powers, went from being bullied to being chill with your bully, and can travel the multiverse. You are a YA Protagonist.
Danny: damn i canât argue with that :/
Danny: whyâd i have to be the ghost hunterâs ghost son. i wanna be a side character. give me a refund on this life pls
Signal: do i dare ask clarification on the ghost thing?
Danny: uuuh no? its kinda personal and im dealing w it but its also kinda like ur civilian id?
Danny: its something iâll share once weâre closer and i know u better and can trust u with it
Signal: totally fair. want me to pretend that part of the conversation never happened?
Danny: please
Signal: cool. watch this
Signal changed Dannyâs name to YA protag (real)
YA protag (real): ooooh my god
YA protag (real): im not taking this lying down
YA protag (real) changed Signalâs name to YA menace
YA protag (real) changed their name to YA protag (retired)
YA menace: lmao
YA menace: does this mean⊠ure my seniorâŠ. my knowledgeable mentor⊠my senpai đ„ș
YA protag (retired): i will throw us both into a black hole dont even try me đȘ
YA menace: LMAO
YA menace: fair. just saying that dealt me so much psychological damage
YA protag (retired): deserved
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YA protag (retired): can we attempt Danny Visits Gotham: 2! Electric Boo-galoo?
YA menace: yeah!!!! im free this weekend if u wanna come by then!!
YA protag (retired): i can do this weekend!!
YA menace: i will do my very best not to get a head injury before then
YA protag (retired): can u maybe aim for no injuries?
YA menace: danny we need to be realistic here
YA menace: my goal is to have no bleeding wounds that need stitches. as long as i donât bleed its not a problem đ
YA protag (retired): âŠ..
YA menace: no need for the judgment i have everything under control
YA protag (retired): âŠâŠâŠâŠ
YA protag (retired): :/
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YA menace: lmk when ure gonna be in gotham! iâll make sure to be outside waiting for u
YA protag (retired): iâll be another hour but iâll send a msg before i head out!!
YA protag (retired): actually it might be a bit longer i gotta fight some people who are trying to cheer me up
YA menace: should i be concerned
YA protag (retired): nah its fine theyâre just annoying
YA menace: if u need to reschedule
YA protag (retired): noooo!!!! iâll be in gotham soon i swear!!!!
YA menace: ok!! ok!!!! i will keep waiting for you then đ«Ą
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Duke waits for an hour and a half, swinging through streets and waving to people, before Danny texts him to let him know that heâs next to the botanical gardens.Â
One moment, Duke is perched on the roof of a Mexican restaurant in the Bowery. The next, heâs halfway across Gotham, swinging recklessly from building to building.
So what if heâs excited to see Danny again! Thatâs normal!
Anyone would do the same in his position.
Plus, Duke still feels so bad about having to cancel last time due to his concussion. The sooner he gets to Danny, the sooner he can start making up for it. He didnât spend the last few patrols being extra careful for nothing; he only has a few bruise and no bleeding at all!Â
Dannyâs star glow helps Duke find him behind the botanical gardens, hidden away from the rest of the street.Â
He drops down from the roof, using the shadows to soften the impact of landing.
When he looks at Danny, leaning against the building, heâs greeted with a bright smile.Â
âSignal!â he says, pushing off the wall to close the distance between them. âI hope I didnât make you wait too long or anything.â
âNah, youâre good. You alright?â
âOh, yeah, of course! It was just some friendly fighting, and they wouldnât be able to really hurt me even if they tried. Iâm all good! So, whatâs the plan for today?â
Duke looks him over just in case, but Danny does appear to be perfectly fine. Not a single bruise on him. Maybe it was just a few friends roughhousing with him? That might be it, since Sam and Tucker did try to take each other out last time they were in Gotham. So heâs just going to go with what Danny says! Heâs fine, and they can move on!
Heâs totally going to worry about it later, but right now is not the time for it when Dannyâs waiting to spend the day with him.
âWell, I still have to finish patrol, but thatâs just for another hour if you wanna join me,â he says. âAnd then we can head to the Hatch to just⊠hang out. Or we can find something else to do, totally up to you.â
âThe Hatch?â Danny repeats, tilting his head to the side curiously. Duke has to take a moment and just appreciate how cute Danny is before he can compose himself enough to answer.
âYeah, itâs like my⊠secret base? HQ? The place I go for superhero things that is for me, specifically, and that I donât have to share with a bunch of other people.â
âYou have a secret base?! Thatâs so awesome! I just haveââ Danny falters, his excitement falling, and then he plasters on a pained, fake smile. âIâve always wanted to see a superheroâs HQ. Are you sure itâs fine to show it to me, though?â
Part of him wants to ask about what he was going to say before switching gears, but the drawn expression on his face is more than enough to make Duke back off. âYeah, man, donât even worry about it. Besides, itâs not like thereâs any other places we can go to without me revealing my identity, you know?â
âFair enough,â Danny nods. âBut maybe one day we can?â
âFor sure,â Duke says. âCome on, up for a quick patrol around Gotham?â
âOh, definitely.â The light returns to Dannyâs eyes as he lifts off the ground, floating. The smile on his face is more sincere, and the sight of it makes the knot of worry in Dukeâs heart pull loose. He pulls his grapple out and aims for the highest ledge of Poison Ivyâs greenhouse, tucked in the back of the botanical gardens, then takes off.
Danny is flying next to him immediately, a blur of invisibility, and they fall into a rhythm quickly as they head towards the Bowery. As Duke free runs and swings between buildings, Danny flies around him, the occasional laugh slipping past his lips as he circles around Duke.Â
Itâs hard not to have his attention stolen by Danny, but Duke is here to protect the people of Gotham, so he focuses 90% of his attention to the streets, keeping an eye and ear out for any trouble.Â
Thereâs not much happening today, thankfully. Heâs only had to stop a few burglaries, a bank robbery, and chase off a stalker before Danny arrived. Truthfully, the peace is making him nervous; there hasnât been a big attack to the city in a while, with no word on the movement of rogues and nothing big brewing among the gangs and mobs. Peace rarely lasts so long in Gotham, and Duke is genuinely worried the next thing will be some continent destroying, apocalypse bringing disaster.Â
In the last hour of his patrol, he only has to stop a purse-snatcher and help someone move their broken down car off the street and into a parking lot. Danny stays in the air for both, invisible to everyone but him, and the blur of his aura floats around the areas Duke stops at curiously.Â
They hit up touristy places last time he was in Gotham, and food trucks before that. Maybe next time Duke can get takeout from a nice restaurant and they can have a rooftop picnic.Â
Not quite a date, not yet at least, but something close to it. A testing of the waters. An unspoken promise for something more.
With the hour ends, Duke comes to stop on the roof of a tattoo parlor and gestures for Danny to join him.Â
The blur of invisibility fades away and Dannyâs features come back into focus as he lowers himself down to the roof.Â
âWhatâs up?â Danny asks, glancing around them curiously.
âItâs about time for patrol to end, so we can head to the Hatch now. But I do need to blindfold you so you donât see where the Hatch is located.â
âOh! Yeah, thatâs fine. Will I just have to hold onto you or something? Since I wonât be able to see where weâre going.â
âI was thinking Iâd just carry you. Itâs easier that way.â
âSure, that works!â Danny closes his eyes, cheeks already darkening with a blush. âIâll just⊠let you blindfold me now?â
Duke desperately wants to smoosh Dannyâs cheeks together in his hands, but valiantly resists the urge. Heâs on a mission! To hang out with Danny! He can cry about how cute Danny is later!
He walks up to Danny on silent feet, circling around him. Then he lifts his hands, picturing the light solidifying in his palms, turning to fabric that darkens and obscures, bending the light to be darker and darker until itâs nearly black. He gently pulls it across Dannyâs eyes, leaning in closer to him to make sure heâs not putting it on too tightly.
Danny gasps slightly when his back bumps into Dukeâs chest, and Duke canât help the way his eyes dart down to Dannyâs mouth, his red cheeks, the long line of his neck.Â
Focus, he tells himself sternly, and draws the ends of his makeshift blindfold back to tie the ends together behind Dannyâs head.Â
âThere,â he says in a low voice. âAll done.â
Danny doesnât answer. He just leans back against Duke, pressing them together slightly, and Duke brings his hands down to Dannyâs hips to hold his steady.
âReady to go?â
âReady,â Danny answers in a faint voice. âHow do you want me?â
Now thatâs a dangerous question to ask right then and there. Duke bites back a number of flirtatious, suggestive answers, and makes himself actually think about the best way he can carry Danny while grappling to the Hatch. Heâll need one hand free to grapple, but also needs to keep a secure grip on DannyâŠ
He steps to the side and guides one of Dannyâs arms up to wrap around his shoulders. Then he picks Danny up, leaving him to wrap his legs around his waist as he walks over to the edge of the roof and looks towards the area in Gotham where the Hatch is hidden. Duke takes a moment to adjust his arm to keep Danny secure against his chest, then takes hold of his grapple with his free hand.
âReady?â he checks, tightening his hold on Dannyâs waist.
Danny nods against his neck, tucking his face in the crook of Dukeâs shoulder. âReady!â
Duke grins and jumps off the building, shooting out his grapple as they begin to fall. Danny yelps lightly, then clings to Duke even harder, his blindfold still secure around his head. Itâs become a bit fainter as Dukeâs attention slipped off of it, but he focuses on it again to darken it and keep Danny from seeing where theyâre going.
It occurs to him halfway to the Hatch how much trust Danny is putting in him. To put a blindfold on him. To lead him to a place heâs never been to before. To let Duke swing him across the streets of Gotham without using his own ability to fly.Â
Oracleâs apprehension about Danny (and his friends) is a heavy weight on his mind, but he canât help but think itâs unnecessary. Sheâd understand if she ever met Danny in person. He wears his heart on his sleeve and offers it so freely; how could Duke not trust him?Â
The weeks theyâve been texting each other only make him sure that Dannyâs a good person, someone he wants in his life for as long as he can stay, someone he wants to be honest with. They just click, somehow, like theyâre each holding a puzzle piece thatâs been missing in each otherâs lives.Â
I think Iâve been waiting my whole life to meet you, he wants to say. But the street entrance to the Hatch is just a block away and Danny still doesnât know his name, so Duke bites his tongue and forces all those feelings back into more platonic territory.Â
Just as the reach the building with the hidden panel to allow him entrance to the Hatch, Duke pulls at the light around them to hide them from sight as they drop down from the sky.Â
âAlmost in,â he says, holding Danny up with one arm as he tucks his grapple away and push the fake brick cover out of the way to punch in his twelve digit access code.Â
A hidden door in the wall of the building, the back bricked off from the operating portion courtesy of Wayne Industries funding the restoration project for this area of the city after a major alien attack, opens up smoothly and without a sound. The ground slopes downward at a steep angle; he uses this door for when heâs riding his motorcycle out of the cave networks underneath the city that keep the Hatch connected to the Batcave, but itâs not too far from where the Hatch itself is.Â
He carries Danny in, then makes sure the door closes completely behind him before setting Danny down on his feet. âWeâve still got a bit of a walk to the Hatch, but you can take your blindfold off now.â
âIâll wait until we get there,â Danny says. âIâm going to use this as an excuse to cling to you for as long as I can.â
âFair enough!â Duke laughs, âCling away, Iâll make sure you donât trip.â
And cling away Danny does, wrapping his arms around Dukeâs left arm, holding onto it as they make their way down the tunnel. Duke keeps an eye out for anything that might trip him and carefully steers him past them.Â
âAre we underground?â
âYeah, thereâs this huge cave system under the city that we use to get around,â Duke answers. âThough weâve paved in small roads and made stable tunnels to go through, so itâs all safe.â
âHuh, thatâs cool. It would be nice if I had a way to get around Amity like this.â
âDanny, you can fly.â
âThatâs not relevant!â
âHow is it not relevant?â Duke laughs incredulously, jostling Danny slightly. Danny turns towards him and they trip over each other slightly, clutching to each other to keep their balance.
âIt just isnât!â
They bicker lightheartedly down the tunnel until it opens up into the garage of the Hatch. Duke helps Danny up the stairs to the main area, where he keeps his suit, weapons, and the large computer Bruce installed when the Hatch was first made. Once heâs sure Dannyâs comfortable, he leaves to change into his civilian clothes with only a domino mask slapped over his eyes to protect his identity.
And if Duke takes an extra minute to fix up his hair, the long locs in a disarray from being tied back and stuffed into his helmet, then thatâs no oneâs business but his own.Â
Maybe he does need to get a hair cut. Heâs starting to get why Steph wants to shave her head and rock a pixie cut like Selena. But, on the other hand, he does like how he looks with longer hair, especially when itâs tied upâŠ
Long hair for now. It makes him look good and heâs here to impress Danny.Â
When he heads back to where Danny is, he sees Danny sitting down patiently, his blindfold still on, though itâs become much more transparent than it was before. He can see how Dannyâs eyes are closed beneath it, waiting for Duke to return, tapping out a slow rhythm on his knee with his fingers.Â
âYou can take that off now,â he says as he walks up to Danny.Â
âYou sure?â
âIf I wasnât, I wouldnât have brought you in here.â
Danny reaches up and gently pulls the blindfold off, slowly blinking his eyes open. He watches as the blindfold dissolves in his hand, becoming light again, then shyly turns to look at Duke.Â
âOh,â he says softly, taking in Duke, who tries very hard not to fidget and reveal just how nervous he is to be out of his Signal armor before Danny. âYou are so unfair?â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âYou canât be kind, a superhero, and attractive! Tell me something youâre bad at so I know you have some flaws.â
Duke grins, flattered. âYou think Iâm attractive?â
âStop fishing for compliments!â Danny pushes him lightly, barely enough force to make him tilt to the side. âGive me something youâre bad at, come on.â
âWell, if you really need to knowâŠâ Duke takes a moment to think of something that wonât completely embarrass him. âIâm terrible at learning other languages. Vocab doesnât stick in my head, grammar rules mean nothing to me, and my accent is atrocious.â
âThat doesnât count, thatâs normal,â Danny argues.
âIt the only thing I can think of right now! Iâm just really bad at non-English languages!â
Danny rolls his eyes, shaking his head fondly. âI canât believe you. You have powers, youâre cute, and youâre good at flirting. Stop winning at life so much, the rest of us stand no chance against you.â
âI promise Iâm a disaster when Iâm not trying to impress people.â
âLies. Youâre being perfect right now and thereâs no one to impress.â
âIâm trying to impress you.â
Danny blinks. âOh.â He bites his lip in an attempt to force down a smile. âShut up. I donât count. You donât need to try to impress me, youâve already done that.â
âYeah? Well, maybe Iâll try to be more of a mess around you from now on.â
âPlease do, I canât be the only one making a fool of myself. Whereâs the friendship? The solidarity? Suffer with me!â
Duke shoves him back playfully, and just like that, they fall back into a rhythm of easy conversation and light touches, skirting the lines of friendly with something more. Time slips away from him and Duke spends every second with Danny wishing he could have this always, that they didnât have a time limit over their heads, that the universe itself wasnât keeping them apart. He shows off the Hatch and some Bat gadgets, which Danny finds fascinating, then they spend an hour comparing their most commonly used powers.Â
Danny has to leave all too soon, opening up a small portal of swirling green with the help of a small pocketwatch-like device, and Duke can only hope that they can do this again soon, but without the domino on his face.
One day, he swears. One day theyâll have that.
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YA menace: hey quickly rate this guys fit
YA menace: [attached photo is a goon with a black and white striped shirt with a purple question mark safety pinned onto it. Theyâre also wearing neon purple sweatpants and are glaring at the camera.]
YA protag (retired): ngl thats not the worst ive seen. 6/10
YA menace: 6???
YA menace: 6?????????????
YA menace: danny i say this with all the love in my heart, go get ur eyes checked
YA protag (retired): before u say anything else. look at what i regularly have to deal with
YA protag (retired): [attached photo is a floating man with blue-ish skin an d a very dramatic hairstyle. Heâs wearing a long black cloak, a white suit, and a Green Bay Packerâs football jersey on top of all that.]
YA menace: damn. no wonder ur judgement of bad fits is Like That. this guys to blame
YA protag (retired): wanna know the worst part?
YA menace: this can get worse??
YA protag (retired): thats my godfather.Â
YA protag (retired): this is a man my parents thought were fit to be responsible for me and my sister if anything happens to us
YA protag (retired): THIS GUY
YA menace: u have my sincerest condolences
YA menace: oh shit more riddler guys are here i gtg they got guns
YA protag (retired): be safe!! please dont get shot!!!!
YA menace: iâll do my best đ«Ą
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YA protag (retired): came home today and all the weapons that were attached to my house disappeared
YA protag (retired): i feel like im in the twilight zone
YA protag (retired): if i start talking backwards or acting like a robot pls know it is not me but something wearing my face
YA menace: the weapons attached to ur house????Â
YA menace: im starting there but i want u to know that everything u said was concerning
YA protag (retired): have i not mentioned it before? my parents are kinda mad scientists and make a lot of weird but working things. mostly weapons to fight ghosts.
YA menace: cant believe ure only just dropping lore abt urself when weâve been talking for so long
YA protag (retired): in my defense!!!! everyone here knows abt them so im used to not having to say anything!!!
YA protag (retired): people usually just Get It!!!
YA menace: moving on to my second point: having the weapons removed from ur house is whats concerning??? not the weapons being attached to ur house???
YA protag (retired): listen. i have spent p much my entire life with a house that doubles as an armed fortress. when i was a kid i was convinced it would come to life and protect me from monsters. this was also during my urban legends monster phrase and i scared myself reading abt them and needed the comfort
YA protag (retired): my POINT is that its normal for my house to have weapons. so seeing them gone is worrying!!!!!
YA menace: .
YA menace: ok fair enough. last point: is being replaced by a robot version of urself a concern in ur universe? bc it is here
YA protag (retired): no its not a legit concern here
YA protag (retired): probably. dont quote me on that. i had a cloning situation a few years ago
YA menace: a hwat
YA protag (retired): dont worry about it!!!
YA protag (retired): oh my parents are home. i need to talk to them. Bye!!
YA menace: gl!! let me know if u need rescuing from evil clone robots
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RED: before I say anything else, Signal this is the price u pay for not letting me play with interdimensional tech after you let O have a turn at it.
YA protag (retired): um.
YA protag (retired): wrong chat???
RED: no this is the right chat. Hi Danny :)Â
YA protag (retired): hi???? who are u????
YA menace: oh my god
YA menace: this is NOT NECESSARY RED
RED: as I said. U did this to urself.
YA menace: đđđ
YA protag (retired): wait. did u⊠hack into this chat?? did u hack the phone????
RED: yeah lol.
RED: was a bit of a challenge but it was fun
RED: had to pull out the spare alien tech to make something that would connect
YA protag (retired): ok 1. tucker will want to marry u for ur brain
YA protag (retired): 2. ALIEN TECH?????
YA menace: i feel like we already talked abt aliens being real in my dimension
YA protag (retired): THATS DIFFERENT FROM HAVNG ALIEN TECH
YA protag (retired): hey red what do u accept as bribes
YA menace: u ask him while im right here????
YA protag (retired): u dont have the alien tech. red does. case closed.
RED: oh wow. SignalâŠ.. Wow.
YA menace: what? shut up. cant leave any of yall unsupervised i swear
RED: also, Danny I accept tech from different dimensions and also fun tasting sodas and energy drinks
YA protag (retired): done. i will have the goods ready next time i go to gotham, pls hook me up w alien teach
RED: do u just like new tech?
YA menace: hes a space nerd so he loves aliens
RED: do u just wanna meet an alien then?
YA protag (retired): CAN I??!!
RED: yeah I can pull something together for u
YA menace: omfg. Red can u go stop stealing danny from me
RED: up ur game Signal. Weâre ALL going to try to steal Danny away
YA menace: how tf do i kick u out of the chat
RED: u cant đ im too good to be kicked
YA menace: put that halo away we all know what u really are
YA menace: đ€Ą
YA protag (retired): omgâŠ.. rip red ur cool reputation will be missed
RED: hey now. What happened to the bribes :(Â
YA protag (retired): ur still gonna get them but i am playing favorites
YA protag (retired): and signal is obviously my fave
YA menace: knew i could count on u to have my back danny đ
YA menace: drop ur location red i just wanna talk
RED: lol no
RED: good luck catching me :)Â
YA menace: coward!!!!
YA protag (retired): there he goesâŠ..
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YA protag (retired): hey u know what i just realized?
YA menace: what?
YA protag (real) changed YA menaceâs name to Light
YA protag (real) changed their name to Night
Night: rhyming buddies đ
Light: i get the light bc of my powers but wheres the night coming from?
Night: bc i love space! the night sky!!
Light: ok thats pretty cute ngl
Light: give me some warning bc u do stuff like that its bad for my heart
Night: stop sweet talking me im busy feeling clever
Light: lmaooooo
Light: fair enough iâll get back to it in 3-5 business days
Night: good đ
Night: also is now a good time to ask abt redâŠ. who was thatâŠ.
Light: that was a nerd. dont worry abt him ok im cooler
Light: serious answer: hes red robin and hes another vigilante in gotham. weâre chill
Night: did u find his location for a throw down tho
Light: i can do u one better: i know where he lives
Night: oh???
Light: yeah his dad is my mentor of sorts so its not THAT impressive that i know
Light: i did steal all his zesti tho lol
Night: not sure what that is but im proud of u
Light: its just a drink that hes obsessed w. i love being a minor annoyance đ
Night: shaking ur hand. its really the best thing to be
Light: hell yeah!!!
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Light: hey got a kinda serious question for u
Night: whats up?
Light: have u thought abt ur future?
Light: like what u want to do in college, where u want to go after high school, what career u want
Night: i mean. some.Â
Night: not as much as my parents want me to.Â
Night: my sister goes to harvard and is super smart. im not that impressive so i keep disappointing them
Night: and with things recently⊠idk its hard. it kinda feels like they dont believe i have a future.
Night: not that they really see me in the present anyways
Night: sorry that was heavy. short answer is no! not really!
Light: that sounds rough. wanna talk abt it?
Night: not really but not talking hasnt done me much good
Night: my sister would want me to talk anyways. to someone trustworthy at least
Night: so if u dont mind listeningâŠ
Light: go for it!! im here for u danny
Light: emotionally at least. not physically but thats not by choice
Night: it can wait tho honestly. whyd u ask abt the future? something on ur mind?
Light: just feeling really lost rn is all.
Light: its like everyone around me has an idea of what to do with their lives while im still surprised that i made it as far as i have
Light: this is really the first time ive seriously thought abt my future and i have no idea what to do
Light: so i wanted to talk to u bc u help make things feel less terrifying
Night: signalâŠ. ur going to make me cry
Night: u make me feel brave too
Night: â„ïž
Night: i get what u mean 100% btw. u go so long sure that u dont have a future that u dont know what to do now that its here
Light: exactly.
Light: what am i supposed to do with my life? i dont want to be a hero full time, ive seen how that breaks people
Night: do u want to go to college? or do u just feel like u have to bc everyone else is?
Light: i do want to.Â
Light: my parents both went and theyve always wanted me to get a degree and be successful
Light: they may not be around anymore, not really, but i do still want to make them proud
Light: they cant see me graduate, but maybe when i tell them the next time i visit, itll reach the part of them thats still alive in their minds
Light: what about u? do u want to go to college?
Night: yeah. it was always my dream to become an astronaut. work at nasa and everything
Night: no chance its ever gonna happen now tho lol
Night: dying and the health problems that comes w that will do that to ya âïž
Light: oh man that sucks
Night: yeah
Night: i might still study aerospace engineering tho. even if i cant be an astronaut, maybe i can help others get there
Light: thats a good alternative!! im glad u still have some idea of what u can do that can help u work at nasa and achieve part of ur dream
Night: weâll see tho
Night: im not really feeling college atm. or life in general
Night: idk i feelâŠ. stuck. like nothing will change even if i get out of illinois. itâll just be the same stuff at a different place
Night: and i know itll take one visit from my parents to start ruining things for me
Night: i just⊠dont really wanna deal w that. ive kinda given up on life tbh i might as well just focus on the ghostly side of things. stay in the ghost zone more permanently
Light: i dont wanna judge or anything but that doesnt sound healthy??Â
Light: pls dont disappear into the ghost zone. iâd miss u.
Night: sweet talker
Night: i wont. dont worry. its just a feeling i get sometimes, that itâd be better if i wasnt in this world. if i could just go somewhere else
Light: hey. what if
Light: sorry if this idea is stupid or something
Light: but what if u lived here? in my dimension? u could establish a life and go to college here.Â
Light: a total fresh start
Night: thats. not a bad idea actually
Night: i would love that. wouldnât it be hard to do tho? i dont exist there.
Light: we can make it work. its not like us gotham vigilantes are new to creating new identities/lives out of nothing
Light: i could ask for a few favors, do a few dubiously legal things. you could live here
Night: im planning to take a gap year to figure out if i wanna stay in the human world at all. i could spend that year in gotham before making my choice
Night: if u dont mind me asking this huge favor of u
Light: i dont mind at all!!
Light: danny i would love for u to be here are u kidding me. iâd do anything so we could be closer together
Night: thanks signal â„ïž
Night: i made this all abt me im so sorry
Night: wanna talk more abt how ur feeling or ur plans for the future?
Light: maybe some other time. i wanna get to work on making sure u can live here for the year (and more! hopefully!)
Light: tell u what.Â
Light: we can talk more abt this the next time we see each other in person ok?
Night: deal
Night: im really glad i met u
Light: me too
Light: im here for u for as long as u want me around, honey
Light: u dont need to worry about a thing with me
Night: ure too sweet.
Night: im going to go now before u make me melt into a puddle of feelings
Night: â„ïž
Light: â„ïž
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âHey Babs, I have a favor to askâŠâ
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HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS ONE AND I HOPE ITS NOT TO BADâŠ.(Youâre older than branch but younger than Floyd btwđ)
Family Reunion||Brozone x Sister Reader
Warning:Angst and Mild Cursing
Word Count:1.3k
Other:Itâs kinda proof riddenđâïž
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You knew JD wasnât always the best brother, but you didnât expect for it to go like thisâŠ
âItâs called BRO-ZONE meaning BROS not GALSâ JD said angrily at the h/c haired troll. âSo youre saying just because I'm a girl I canât be in the band. Iâm basically the damn melody John.â you loudly yelled at him clearly pissed at how your brother didnât want you to ruin brozone. âIt has to be perfect and the name is perfect for bros. MAYBE IF YOU WERE PERFECT IT COULD WORK, BUT YOUâRE JUST A FUCKING MISTAKE FOR THE BANDâ he yelled at y/n tired of her shit. He didnât mean to totally call her a mistake, but it was too late. She already ran to her room in the shared pod, crying her eyes out and muttering small complaints. All the brothers stood with their mouths agape from witnessing the scene. âJohn what the hell,â Bruce said, holding the blue decorated egg with blue hair sticking out. âYou just called her a damn mistakeâ âMaybe she is and it would be best if she leftâŠ.The band is almost there and sheâll just get in the way.â John said it as if he was hoping y/n would leave to save the band for the family harmony. After John said that all the brothers left the area with sour and disapproving faces. Ignoring him till later that night.
It was now 2:34am and fast paced footsteps were heard around the pod waking John up from his humble sleep. He groggily dragged himself out the bed and headed towards the noise and found his three brothers and branchâs egg sitting in the living area. âWhatâs going on and why are you guys up so early.â John said, kinda annoyed from losing his beauty sleep. âY/n leftâ Clay said barely above a whisper. âHuh,â John asked again, not being able to hear Clay. âY/N FUCKING LEFTâ Clay bursted as his tears started pooling his eyes. âYou drove our sister away because of your stupid and glorious dream. Now sheâs out in the wilderness by herself and we donât know if sheâs alive or dead.â John felt his whole body freeze and run cold. Did he fuck up or was it just you overacting? Before Bruce could add in to the statement, John wasted no time in leaving to go put on his jacket and shoes ready to go find y/n. He left out the door after he finished getting dressed, without a word to his brothers.
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{Y/nâs POV}
I woke up in a cold sweat, absolutely drenched from the wrenched nightmare of your older brother. My mind has been messed up recently ever since my eventful trip to mount ragous.
FLASHBACK
âItâs some kind of loveâ
A voice rang through the area. It was so soft, but with a familiar melody.
âItâs some kind of fireâ
It was my part? But sung by someone different. An angelic voice.
âIâm already up, but you lift me higherâ
But thatâs when it hit you..it was your brothers with a now full grown relationship saving Floyd.
TIME SKIP DONE
{2nd POV}
After your brothers and those two mystery girls brought Floyd back, you couldnât help ,but feel nothing but relief and a little wave of nervousness. All five of your brothers were standing right there together but the time just didnât feel right for you. You wanted to go hug and celebrate with them, but you just felt disappointed and angry at them for not trying to find you. Without a word you started walking away, but caught what now sounds like a grown man spruce saying âHow about we all celebrate at Vacay island this weekend.â You then had an idea set up perfectly for this Family Reunion.
{Y/N POV}
I sighed heavily as I parked my motor beetle in front of this big resort looking restaurant. âI hope they arenât too mad to see meâ I told myself, trying to hype myself up from all the nerves. As I step foot into the resort I see this tall yellowish woman at the bar, so I head over to ask her where the boys may be. âUmm excuse meâŠcan you help meâ I asked her in my nice bright tone. âOf course hun! What can I help you with and by the way you can call me Brandiâ she exclaimed, clearly being an extroverted person. âWell you see Iâm here looking for my brothers and iâm kinda here to reunite with them after basically being away for 22+ yearsâ I say not trying to sound crazy or out of the ordinary. âOk well what are their names?âBrandi asked me as she took out a notepad ready to write them down, assuming that it was more than one. âWell to start off itâs John Dory for the first one and Bru-â âIs that them?â she pointed to a corner before quickly apologizing for cutting me off. I was literally stunned when I saw all of them bonding and getting along like we were little kids again. I guess Brandi picked up on my distressed and nervous face that she offered and saidâ If it makes you any better I can go with you for emotional supportâ She says tucking a burgundy loc behind her head. âI would like that very muchâI say releasing some pent up air that I didnât know I had.
As Me and Brandi walked to the corner it felt like time was slowing down and my breaths were getting shorter by the second. I was trying to calm myself down in my mind, but I was brought out by Brandi speaking. âUm hi y'all sorry to interrupt, but you guys had a little surprise that decided to drop in today.â As on cue I stepped from behind Brandi with nothing but hope and fear in my chest.
âWhoâs that?â Bruce said as he looked at the familiar troll. âIf you wanted an autograph you couldâve asked usâ John laughed as he pulled out a notepad and passed it around to each of the brothers to sign. âAre you guys kidding me?â I exclaimed, wondering if they were joking or not. Every single last one of them looked at you with a dumbfounded expression. âAfter leaving, you guys clearly forgot meâ I said with tears in my eyes as i couldn't believe that they forgot me. âItâs me Y/nâŠ. but I guess you guys didnât careâ I bitterly laugh as I see the visible expression changes on them except Branch. Guess John got what the fuck he wantedâ I said getting ready to leave, but felt a hand gently catch mines, stopping me from leaving in the progress. Before I could turn around, I was pulled into a hug by a pink and white haired troll. âWe could never forget you n/nâ Floyd said genuinely. Slowly one by one the others hugged me except JD and branch.
Me and JD stared at each other as if we were to look away, we would die. Jd cleared his throat before saying âUmm are you goodâ while giving you that charming smirk. If looks could kill, JD would be dead right now. âThatâs all? No sorry or are you ok sis.â I say starting to get angry. âJust be glad I'm happy to see you.â âOr what Jdâ I said, letting a few tears fall. âYou wanna know how tired I am from fighting with you. I bet Branch didn't even know he had a sister till now.â I advertise my hand to point at a shocked Branch. âBut when I want my older brother to show me affection and let me be apart of the group itâs a fucking problem.â I say getting tired of his mess. âI donât care no more JD. I will really walk out of this resort and leave again if thatâs what you want.âI said, grabbing my helmet from the nicely made table. When Jd just stared at me I knew he meant it. So therefore without any words I got out of there and left. But before I did I saidâŠ.
âSo much for a Family ReunionâŠ.Hope we meet again, but on better conditions.â
IF YOU WANT A PT.2 WITH FLUFF LMKKKKKK!!!!!
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a bit of angst today cause why not?đ oh gosh why is my writing so bad now lol i think this would be a last one lollll
This was a request of @aosquakewidow23
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(I'm not the owner of this fanart. Ctto)
"I need someone to talk to," you said sheepishly to both of your girlfriends. You tried your best to still maintain a smile even though you wanted to cry your heart out.
They know you are shy and not the best at communicating. They know how much courage it took you to say that you're hurting inside. But this time they ignored it.
"Y/n, I'm sorry but not right now. We still have finishing up to do." Natasha said.
A plea for help turned into an embarrassment. "What were you thinking?" you scold yourself.
You slowly backed away from them to give them much-needed space. "I'm sorry" you frowned. "I can come back later when you aren't busy." you tried to show a smile but your lips failed you.
"Yeah, yeah" Wanda flicked her hand ushering you out.
You wept in the hallway trying desperately to keep it together. "Maybe they're just busy and this is nothing, I can get over it myself" you convinced yourself.
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Hoping they would listen to you, they didn't. It has been a week since they last told you to get off their faces. But it was one of those days again. You've been bottling up everything but you're already so exhausted.
"Nat? Wands?" you sounded so small, your eyes filled with tears you can't hold back anymore. "I could really use a hug right now."
Roaming your eyes in the room you noticed an unpacked suit of case. "What?"
You hurriedly looked at your closet, "Some of the clothes are gone" you thought.
Just in time Natasha and Wanda both came out of the bathroom. "Are you guys gonna leave?" you brittle.
"Oh yeah, new mission," Natasha said casually like it's nothing. Your eyes burned as you tried to keep your tears at bay. "But we haven't h-hang out yet." you stuttered.
"It's fine, we can do that when we get back" Wanda was occupied with her necessities. She didn't even spare a glance at you.
"Uhm, okay." you frowned in disappointment.
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During the nights, you were up. Trying to keep your feelings in a jar keeping them away from people who are trying to help. You felt like a responsibility attached to your girlfriend's tail.
Someone who is trying to belong to a circle where she didn't fit in. You kept your distance to the team making sure you talked enough but not too much. Talked about them but little about you.
A daily stroll became your daily routine. During the day or night, you'd make sure you had your peace. But today, it wasn't the usual calm day. A guy dressed in a skimpy outfit is trying to snatch the poor young woman's purse.
Combat was something you never learned. Even from your girlfriends. But seeing the situation you didn't even think twice.
You grabbed the man's arm and kicked his crotch. He winced in agony keeping his balls together. You grinned braggingly and brought back the purse to the lady.
In utter anger, the man kicked your back with full force causing you to bumped the floor. 'That hurt' you thought.
He didn't stop there he made sure to give you blows by blow. You didn't fight though, you didn't care. At one point you even wished this would cause your death.
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Getting home bruised and broken worried the team. Each one trying to talk to you, to give you immediate care. But with a simple "I'm fine" they stopped.
You walked past them like nothing happened. As if you didn't look like a mess. Natasha and Wanda were still weren't there though. As always.
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The two redheads got back home exhausted. Shoulders slumped, eyes heavy with almost a week of deprived sleep.
FRIDAY notified you of their arrival but ashamed of what they're gonna say you kept it a secret. You hid in your room and sobbed until sleep took over.
You tried to keep yourself anonymous. Going into a room where the redheads are wasn't much hard. You were invisible to them.
This went on for days and you assumed that it was over. They no longer love you. They no longer care for you. You were once again alone in a room full of people you know but never belong to.
The bruises were still there. If anything they were more purple and visible. The ache in your back worsens but you didn't care.
Wanda gasped, "What happened y/n?!"
Suddenly you were visible again everyone was looking at you. "I'm fine" you lied.
"If you're fine you sure as hell won't have bruises littered all over you" she scolded worryingly.
She tried to grab your hand but you moved away from her. "It's fine, Wanda. It's not like you guys would care." your lips trembled.
"How can we take care of you if you wouldn't tell us what's wrong?" Natasha said.
Your eyes snapped at her, "I did try, Natasha. But you're too busy enough to even care!" the hood that you've been hiding on for weeks fell from your head. Now they could see every bruise you took from that snatcher.
"Oh y/n," Wanda said. "Come on let's get you fixed up" she ushered.
"No. I'm fine." you snapped. "Go back to your perfect little bubble."
"Honey, our bubble isn't perfect if you're not in it." Natasha cooed.
"Then the perfect little bubble ended weeks ago."
You only matter when you're sick and bruised. But once everyone finds how irrelevant you are. They'll pick a new person that is more capable than you. Remember: you're not a lot of people's favorite person
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can i sweetly ask for husk x reader angst,,, where the reader has been on work mode as of late thus having them a silly lil arguement (i love tormenring myself đ) until they decide to make it up/explain why they were so busy later on đđ (maybe a lil makeout session too in the end if you will) :333 tyy!
Overworked! GN! reader x Husker
A/n: Youâre so real for this tbh, this was actually pretty fun to write !! My favourite little alcoholic grumpy cat fr àŽŠà”àŽŠàŽż(ËÍÌêłËÍÌ )â§
Warnings: mild angst, argument, light talk of alcohol/alcoholism, light makeout near end
Fluffâïž Comfortâïž Angstâïž Smutâ
You arrived back home to the hotel later than usual, you werenât quite sure when you started to refer to this place as your home but it felt right to do so.
As soon as you walked through the doors you were greeted with a glance and a raised eyebrow from Husk, your boyfriend, as he cleaned and polished some glasses behind the bar. Most likely shutting everything down for the night.
You sigh, slumping down on one of the barstools as you waited for him to finish up what he was doing.
âYou look like shit.â Husk observed, setting a now clean and sparkling glass down as he moved on to polishing up the next one.
âYeah, thanks. That makes me feel so much better knowing my boyfriend thinks I look like shit.â You grumbled back, still quite irritated from the day you had. Your boss was constantly on your ass and making unsolicited remarks about basically everything you did or didnât do, so coming home and having Husker do the same thing wasnât exactly helping the situation.
He was a little taken back by your tone, usually you werenât so sarcastic with him. You saw him pause (hehe paws) what he was doing for a few moments before resuming, trying to remain unfazed.
âAll Iâm saying is it looks like you had a shitty day..â He mumbled
You rolled your eyes in response, not bothering to say anything else because you knew whatever came out of your mouth next probably wouldnât be so kind.
But, Husk continued...
âIt also feels like I havenât really been able to just hang out with you in a while.â He commented making you look up from the bar countertop and to his gaze that was already on yours with a glare.
âWell maybe if you wanted to see more of me, you wouldnât be getting drunk everytime Iâm finally off workâ you said, your tone snippy which drew a frown out of Husk.
âSo now this is my fault?â Husk asked, being slightly sarcastic when he spoke
âAre you implying itâs mine?â You asked back incredulously, the sarcasm seemed to have set you off more which in turn, was making Husks temper flare up as well.
âI never said it was, youâre just being snippy.â He called out as he narrowed his eyes at you. Of course you knew you were being snippy, you couldnât help it and now youâve dug yourself into a bit of a hole here.. you and Husker were both very stubborn demons..
âYâknow what? fuck you.â You said without thinking, sliding yourself off the barstool to come around the bar. Wanting to face him properly as you two continued on with your petty argument.
You glared up at him and he glared back for a few seconds before suddenly sweeping you up off your feet and placing you down on the bar countertop and before you could even say any word of protest, his lips smashed against yours with his ears pinned back against his head
Your eyes widened in surprised for a few beats before letting them fall shut, kissing him back and essentially taking all of your anger out in said kiss, arms wrapped around his neck with his wrapped around your waist in turn.
It quickly turned into a makeout session, an angry makeout session would be a better word for it.
Your hand found the fur on the top of his head and gently tugged on it as your tongues pressed up against eachother, causing him to grunt in response
You were both panting when he broke the kiss off, you had both tired yourselves out as he leaned down to press a few kisses to your neck, making you whimper in response. Husk smirked at that.
Once he was done peppering kisses to your neck and collarbone he pulled back, hands still resting on your waist as he did so.
You sigh, meeting his gaze and smile meekly, feeling guilty for your previous actions and words. âIâm⊠sorry for all that. Iâve just been super stressed and busy with work lately and I shouldnât be pining all the blame on you.â You apologized genuinely.
He nodded âitâs alright.. Iâm also sorry. Iâll work on prioritizing you more. I missed youâ he apologized as well, returning your smile.
âI missed you too.â You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, he chuckled and hugged you back, squeezing you when you squeezed him. You couldnât help but notice the fact that he was purring slightly⊠clearly you were both content with how this little argument of yours had ended.
Please do not repost, translate, or plagarize any of my fanfictions/writing/headcanons without permission â( Ë̶Í⥠ËÌ¶Í )â
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