Velcro rollers in your hair, in white silky lace nightwear which reaches your mid-thighs, with a wine in your hand, watching TV. Your favourite TV show. Mr Bean. laughing. real laugh. waiting for your man. keeping the light on for him, when he works late at night. and saving his favourite dessert for him. YOU.
3 years later, you are sitting on that same sofa, in that same white silky lace, but now not laughing at your favourite TV show or waiting for Gator. Tears rolling down your face. "You married someone else?" It felt like your world just shattered, and you wished you had never come back. living with the hope that your gator only loves you, your whole life without his embrace was so easy, but now here he is kneeling in front of you with tears in his eyes and with his other wife standing right beside him. sad. hurt. and absolute hatred for you.
You don't know, or you don't even care that she hates you more or resents you more. For now, you were just shocked; you felt like it wasn't real. It's just a bad dream. Are you still sleeping right?
"It's.. not like .. it's not what you think, love, trust me", " Trust you? Seriously? Your... your... your other wife is standing right here in front of me, and you are expecting me to fucking.. to fucking trust you?" you were huffing, huffing a lot with warm tears in your eyes. You couldn't believe the guy who never even glanced at other women when you were with him is now married to someone else—your husband. Your husband was now married to someone else.
"Adison, will you give us some space?" "Why would I? What's so special that can't be discussed here in front of me?" Addison said, burning in agony. "Are you sure about that, Adison? Because I DONT think you will be able to handle the truth? You always knew I loved her; I always loved her. I told you... I told you the night before our wedding, on the day of the wedding and even when we were introduced, I told you every time that I love her, only her," Gator said, frustrated at Addison as she was not giving you both space and privacy that you both deserved.
"I... baby. Roy wanted an heir, and.. he forced me.. he forced me to get married. I resisted for 2 years straight, but then I couldn't. I broke under pressure, am sorry." You saw tears.. tears in your gator's eyes. For the second time in your whole life. The first at the altar when he married you and now.. you knew the kinda lengths Roy could go for an heir. You weren't exactly shocked by this because you knew even before you left that Roy had started finding a new bride for Gator. but hurts, it hurts so much you can't even breathe properly. Seeing your man in someone else's arms in the frame right in front of you, behind your kneeling husband.
The frame of Gator and Addison getting married. Gator is so stoic and cold-faced, and Addison is so young.
"Did you kiss her?" You don't even care at this point, you were so hurt, probably looking ridiculous right now with tears and snot, but Gator doesn't care. All he sees is his baby, hurt and crying, so he hugs you. hugged you tight. " I am sorry", his voice cracking.
"Only on the day I married her.. 8 months ago. never after", "how could you" you were hurt, how can he kiss another woman when your heart still beats for this stupid man. Your husband. Addison is watching everything with disgust in her eyes, or maybe jealousy in disguise of disgust. Who knows.
"We thought you were dead, the good times", Addison snorted. "Seriously, Addison? I told you so many times.. reminded you every day before our marriage that I will never be able to love you," Gator said, still half hugging you," and I thought you had changed because.. because we all thought.. she was dead. You were supposed to love me. You even cared for me, Gator. am your wife." Addison says with her now low, disappointed voice.
Addison was 24 year old women, an old classmate of Gator. She always knew the risks. But she thought Gator would give up. Because why wouldn't he? He's a guy. Guys have needs. Addison and gator belongs from similar family background, her father, a very close friend of Roy Tillman. She was raised to be married, to conceive and have lots of children. That's what she was taught by the people around her since she was a little girl.
And then when she was 8, she saw a little gator who used to come along with his father every Sunday to church. Never missing a single sermon. He was a good looking little young man. His mother or her father used to make fun of both of them that they would get married one day. And then she would cover her face due to shyness. but gator, he would'nt budge. He would look right at the person and would say, "I'll never marryyyy", and everyone would laugh.
and when she was 12
"Addie is a coward!" "Addie is a coward!!!" "Quit bothering her. She's not a coward; it's just she's too small for swimming, lemme get you a floatie, Addie," Gator said, protecting HER.
That was the moment she knew she had fallen for him. He was sooo cute in her eyes. Acting so strong just like his dad. She could watch him become the next sheriff and her as HIS wife. She would bring food for him every Sunday at the end of church. Would try to talk to him. but him always so focused. So stoic. So handsome. Where other guys from their school were crushing on her, he was there being so… normal… cold to her.
Everything was going so well, random casual talks in classrooms, her mother teasing her about Gator, and then she would act so annoying as if she didn't want him to just. Just hug her. Kiss her. Do other stuff. But for her, even holding hands with him felt like a dream. felt huge. She would dream about holding his hand, kissing him or hugging him.
And then one day, at 17, at school in the playground, she held his hand and said she needed to balance herself in this heat. And he, being a gentleman and a good friend, couldn't say no. But she thought otherwise. She even told her friends that Gator squeezed her hand. But all was just her delusion.
But at 18, her heart broke; she saw a gator with YOU. Gator was holding your hand. and looking at you as if you hung the stars in his sky of love. She knew that gaze; she knew that look. because she was looking that look that gaze at the gator for years now. But she was not accepting it. Was telling herself it's just what Tillman men do.
Date temptresses, like you, get bored and then marry according to their parents. She knew that was what all of the other Tillman boys, his cousins, were doing. She kept giving herself solace that one day he will get bored with you, your body and will get married to her because Roy would choose her for Gator. obviously.
But even after so many delusions and excuses, she had given herself, for her solace wasn't enough. She would look at you. stare at you. You dancing in your little skirt. Cheerleading for Gator, your older boyfriend. god it was hell. hell for her, and oh how could she forget at 19...
At 19, when gator first killed. not a big deal for Tillman's right. But it was for her. because it was Gator's first kill, his first kill and that too for you. How can he kill a man just because that guy tried to kiss and grab you? That was torture for her, seeing you in his arms, crying. Blood all over you and him. And what hurt the most was… even Roy was proud. proud of his son for killing a guy because he didn't just kill a guy, he killed the guy who went after a Tillman woman. Tillman women. Oh.
"I cared for you because you are a friend, a friend since we were kids, and now my responsibility too" Gator's words snapped her out of her trance. "Not because I love you, never", his words hit Addison like nails tearing her soft skin. She suddenly sat on the couch... with a thump. She realised she had lost him again. Now twice. She still remembers your and Gator's wedding day. Oh, how happy you both were. laughing and smiling. Grinning at each other, Gator not even glancing at her, as if she never existed, as if... it was all in her head. Your smile on your wedding day, when Gator was looking at you with tears in his eyes. That smile still haunts her to this day.
It was the first time tears welled in the gator's eyes. Seeing tears in his eyes. The strong man who never even cried when they were 12, and everyone was making fun of him for saving her from getting bullied or when he was hit by his own father in training. never. Never, but for her.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but then… the sound of the door closing again snapped her out of her trance. Gator has taken you to your bedroom.
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He was kissing you... You can feel his apologies in that kiss. It was not rough or intense like in the morning. It was soft. sorry. His hand is holding your waist as if he's scared that you will leave again. Leave him again. But no, you will not leave your baby this time. You can see vividly how much he has changed in these last 3 years. How has your absence affected him negatively? As if you were his oxygen. As if you taught him how to live and then you left… so he forgot how to live.
His dark circles under his eyes hurt you more than you could fathom. "Did you... " Did you fuck her?" you said with your lips still trembling with hurt. He violently shakes his head "NO..never love.. do you even know how hard it was to kiss her at the wedding", "I.. could never.. never even touch another woman who is not you... I still can't forgive myself for kissing her at the wedding. for marrying her. That's your place.. that's our-" he broke down completely, crying like a broken man. Because that day was hell for him.
As if this were the last reminder for him that you were gone. Never coming back again. Like it was over. "You are mine, you get that?" You cupped his face. He's weeping like a toddler.
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You were tired. Apparently, the only way you both show your love is through intimacy. which is good, but hella tiring, so here you are sitting on the same couch, in the same white silk and lace, still waiting for your man, sipping tea instead of wine. But instead of Gator, Addison comes, eyeing you up and down properly this time.
"Is this how you tempt him?" Addison said rudely, as if you were just some piece of meat. "What? what do you mean?" you asked, confused. " All this... whatever you are wearing... all this. " Is this how you tempt him... lure him?" Disgust and envy both dripping from her tone.
"You mean lure my own husband?" You laughed… literally laughed at her. "What.. am not a temptress like you who wear all this," you glanced at her clothes, long skirt and blouse. " Is that what they taught you at church?" you snickered.
"Yeah, they taught what's respectful, decent and slutty is, you would have known if you had ever attended sermons like respectful women", she grunts in arrogance. " You would have known, too, how much Gator despises these kinda stuff, only if you really understood him, tch"
"No, he likes his women dressed decently in every way... respectful. everywhere me and him goes i always display myself as the wife should be, a respectful sheriff's wife." "Well, idk, but my gator would never stop me from wearing what I want. He knows he can protect me. He knows I can protect myself... and maybe he displays you.. am not something he uses for display"
"Well, we will see when I conceive the Tillman blood, unlike you.. " Who's barren?" you laughed at her again. " First of all, he would never sleep with you. He never slept with you in my absence. Why do you think he would even touch you in my presence?" she cuts you off mid-sentence.
"Well, because he was not under pressure.. Roy has given him a deadline. If he doesn't give him an heir by the end of this year, then he will lose his sheriff title. Which means he has only a month to make me pregnant.. oh how would ya get it, you barren-"
"Who even told you that I'm infertile? am younger than you. Are you nuts? You were soooo irritated by her right now that if hitting were allowed, you would have already kicked her.
"Oh, c'mon, everyone knows why you left. Because you are infertile. " Because you can not give birth to an heir", she rolled her eyes "Well then, get your sources checked, because, news flash bitch I ain't infertile" You were about to push her in anger when Gator came suddenly in the middle of both of you. holding your arms.
"Did you hear her? this bitch called me infertile, barren, and whatnot. Like my whole existence is just for reproduction?" Gator hugs you to stop you from beating the shit outta her because he knew your anger, you were fuming.
Gator turns around, "Have you gone mad addison? Why would you call her that? Are you insane?" "And this bitch dared to slut shame me for my clothes omg gator is she dumb or what?? Have you married a country bumpkin"
"She... did what?, "She fucking called me temptress.. said I lure you, like wtf? " How tf can I lure my own fucking husband?" "Addison, you crossed a line. How could you say that to her?" Gator was mad. Really mad.
"Look at her clothes.. she wears clothes like sex workers-", "Enough, you absolutely can not talk to my wife like that" "But she called me a country bumpkin.. and you said nothing to her.. I'm your wife too" She sounded hurt, really hurt.
"Yeah, because you were being absolute shit to her", "but... but... you know what they say in church... about these clothes... about such women-" Addison said, hoping Gator would finally understand, but no... no.
"I don't care.. I don't care.. my wife will wear whatever she wants to wear, and Nobody.. Nobody will ever call her such words. You understand?"
Addison closes her eyes and then suddenly.. " gator am pregnant.. the IVF worked"
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lmk if someone wanna be tagged in upcoming chapters
Warning 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, angst, gun use, kidnapping trope (slightly) lmk if I left smth, didn't proofread, married couple
Part 2
It was him, definitely him, he looked different though, more mature hair loose and open, not set with the gel like he used to do them, his body more muscular. colder, that's the first word that came to your mind when you saw him. he and his men running around with guns. for you. to HUNT you. You were hiding in your small house when he saw you. You were not exactly shocked at how he recognised you with just your legs, which were peaking from under the table, where you were hiding.
"out!, I said out... " You know me, darling, you will just hurt yourself if I pull ya myself," he was not exactly smirking like he usually would after winning something, especially his missions. Oh, you know everything about him. How would you not know he was your HUSBAND? You finally came out from under the table. "WHY" his hands were on your arms, gripping them so tightly you knew they gonna leave marks.
I was waiting for ya! why? Why did you even leave? I was trying so.. so-so hard not to act like my father. Oh, the words he wanted to say, but instead he roughly tossed you on his shoulder with a tight smack on your butt. ignoring your angry screams. "Gator! No! Put me down! " Gator, am your fucking wife put me down, "" Oh, now you remembered you are my wife, hun?" Sarcasm dripping from his every word, he wasn't like that, three years ago, when you left, he was not like that, your sweet gator, was sounding more like his daddy now.
he finally put you on passenger seat of his car, it was the same old car you both selected, soo many memmories came flooding in your mind, their was not even a single corner in this car where gator hasn't made love to you, the hood of the car, the backseat, the front console everywhere, you could literally hear you both laughing mid sex at something stupid or him picking you up after you sneak out to drink with your friends.
"why?" he was angry, fuming but their was a subtle relief in his eyes, relief after seeing you again after 3 years. "i...I.." he punched the seat just beside your head, which scared you..a lot. "gator.. gator stop", "why would I stop?, why? you think you could just left me for a diffrent guy? well the answer is no" you could see pure hatred for you in his eyes, same eyes who used to look at you with so much love. "you think I left you for a guy? seriously gat-", "than what? Wasn't I enough for ya? You know what my dad has ordered? you wanna know? to fucking kill you, but.. but I could not do that? You wanna know why? because I fucking love you? That's my problem"
"I love you too-" suddenly you felt a gun directly pointed at your chest, "No, you don't." The cold metal of the gun was dragging your neckline down from your cleavage, so fucking hot. You were hating yourself for getting turned on from that, you feel the metal of the gun directly in between your breasts, somewhere you knew that he won't kill you, oh, how could he? He loved you nuts, you remember the killings, you still remember how he killed a guy because he tried to kiss you. he can kill for you. But can he kill YOU?
"No, you don't, you don't. You only love your new guy, tell me about him... is he hot? sexy? Or worse, has stability in his life" A snicker left your mouth at his stupid words, you held his hand, which was holding the gun, "there is no other guy", your hand caresses his hand slowly, "than wh-", you cut him off with your lips on his. Angry kiss? just a husband and wife expressing their anger through a kiss. It was rough when one bites the other soothes and bites again. A small prick of blood drips from the corner of his lips.
"That's for tossing and smacking my ass, "" That's called spanking", he smirked. cocky. "You are an asshol-", he pulled you on his lap, there was anger still, you can't repair 3 years' worth of damage in one single kiss. "I didn't leave because I wanted to, there was no other choice", he grabbed your hips pulling you closer, "Oh yeah? which kinda inconvenience were you experiencing at the ranch?" he was mocking you; it was obvious that you wanted to kick him in the balls.
"Your dad made me gator! Do you wanna know now? He wanted me to have your kids, he gave me an ultimatum, and I said no, I didn't wanna had kids when I was fucking 20. Yes, I said yes to our marriage because I fucking loved you, but that doesn't mean I wanna had kids at 20? You know now why he was so happy when we got married at 18? he thought I would just get pregnant just because I married young?"
You didn't even realise that you were crying, warm tears were falling down your eyes, it was not just hurt, it was frustration, you and Gator were together since you were 16 and he was 18, and when you turned 18, he put a ring on your finger. You were both on cloud nine. because you both loved each other. In the dating phase, he didn't even touched ya, said he would only do anything once you both got married, which were pretty weird words coming from a Tillman man's mouth. You knew his cousins, younger ... older. all of them indulging in hook-ups, one-night stands. In fact, both of your first kisses were on the altar.
His dad was impressed by him, preaching Christian values. He knew Gator was serious about you just from that single action; he was so sure that he would have a heir in 2-3 years, but he was wrong, so wrong. He became frustrated when he didn't hear any news from Gator even after 2 years of marriage. He thought you were barren, infertile. That's what a close-minded dickhead would think. To Roy Tillman, women were just vessels men needed for producing heirs.
so when you hear him discussing for new brides for gator you became livid." he was planning to kill me gator, he would have killed me, so he could ...so he could make you marry someone else", you felt his hands cupping your face, thumps slowly wiping your tears, your lips were trembling.. something clicked in gator's mind as if everything made sense now, you were confused with his expressions.
"You should have told me, darling, you shou-" his voice, full of regret, love and mostly like he is a loser, "they were planning to kill me that day, hun, I heard... i heard them planning to kill me that night because you were out of town... and maybe when i left.. more like ran away they made it look like i left.. because it was the perfect moment to run away, but no... no.. it was perfect moment for them to kill me.. am sorry i had to left-" you felt him hugging you tight, finally embracing you tightly, for him, he lost his everything that day.
"I am sorry.. I.. i couldn't protect you", "it was not your fault hun...never your fault" he carrasses your face.. "you don't have to worry now, am the new sheriff, am the law, Roy... Roy.. he retired after he got shot in his leg, during a mission.." suddenly everything made sense now, why he was able to find you after 3 long years, because now no one was keeping him busy, now no one was stopping him from finding you.
"so like what he's dead or something", "nope.. *snorts* not yet, just stepped down from the position.. still handles some work.. but doesn't have much power now"... "will you come back with me now?" he looked so.. young suddenly you saw your sweet gator again... the one who was scared to even touch you at 18, the one who used to kiss you first in the morning at 20 after marriage, fuck morning breath he has already witness you more intimately anyways. The one who used to steal lilies from super strict Aunt Mayse's garden at 17 for you because they were your favourite.
"yes... god yes.. I missed you so much"
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You woke up in your bed, the old one, the only one that should be yours, the original one. You thought it was a dream, but then you saw gator staring at you. lovingly, like he is still not sure this is real, you are real. "Hey, morning..", you felt him kissing you instead of answering you... no roughness tho, just warmth and love, you moaned in his mouth, making him smile in between the kiss. "naughty", "what? now a man cant even kiss his wife?" you snort, "you know that's not what I meant" his hand pulled you closer cupping you breast from another hand, "gator baby-" giggles, " i missed this, i missed us.. lemme have you now baby.. don't stop me" he was desperate, you know, you can see it, feel it. like literally.
"How did I come here? I don't recall anything" gator lets out a laugh slowly rubbing your arm " you fell asleep on me last night, so I brought ya home", "home" you repeated the word home. a word which seemed so ordinary, sometimes you grasped the real weight of some ordinary words when you can't fathom them. You didn't have a home, and you didn't even have the hope of returning to your home. It was overwhelming.
"Yeah, home", he kissed your forehead and then each eyelid. reverence in his every move. You were so lost in the moment that you didn't even realise him taking your clothes off. "Can I?" so sincere as if he didn't use to fuck the life out of you, as if he didn't gonna fuck the life out of you.
"Yes, god ye-" he kissed you, it was not slow loving now, it was full of hunger, his lower half moving on its own against you, as if his body itself telling you how much he missed you. Your hands were pinned against the mattress with his one hand above your head, and with the other hand, he was removing his boxers, the only thing he was wearing.
"Desperate much?" you smirking at him and getting turned on by his action simultaneously. he just laughed. Not the loud one, but the teasing one, "let's see who will be more desperate in a few minutes", and with that, the colour from your face drained, because you knew what he was on too.
And with that, he aligns himself with your entrance, but not inserting it, rubbing his thick, long length on your clit. teasing it, rubbing it in circles. "think you can take me? without first using my fingers? cuz baby i can't.. i can't wait"...you whimpers as he's still rubbing himself on your soaked and sensitive slit. "yea its not like we are doing this for the first time" and yea you regret it instantly , because he was not so young now, he was 24, way more muscular, way more thicker than before now, a loud moan left your mouth as he thrust into you.
"told ya", you were so gone that you didn't even answer him.. but he knew.. He knew your every reaction, so still. giving you enough time to adjust his length. Your nails digging in his back. "fuck you feel...you feel huge" You were not even able to form sentences as he starts moving, "Mhmm, gym helps" his thrust is slow but deep, deep enough to hit exactly where you want him the most, your G-spot. every single time.
You closed your legs around him, pulling him closer, making him halt just for a second... and then he's back at it again, oh god, the way he is grunting with every thrust, it's insane.
You felt his heavy cock twitching inside you, as he grabbed the area under your knee and pinned it to the mattress while your other leg was curled around his waist as he was fucking into you. his mouth is on your tits, the stimulation is making you go crazy, "gator.. baby am close" gator didn't even able to hear your whimpering he's soo into you, he's busy with sucking your tits and slamming his hips into you, the pleasure is overwhelming yet the most beautiful thing for both of you.. and with that you came...you came on him..
"Mhmm, already?" he grunts again. laughing. His hands went to your clit as he moved inside you, rubbing it to build another orgasm so you both can come together. Your fists holding the sheets tightly, as you can feel him close, his rough, eager movements tell you everything... and with a few more rough thrusts, he came right there, right deep inside you. after sometimes.. You both caught your breaths, before you could fall into deep post orgasm sleep, you felt his fingers pushing his cum deep inside you, after pulling himself out, and after that, everything went into a haze.
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*loud noise of a vase falling* from outside the door, which makes you come back to life after hours of sleeping, you were still kinda dizzy, your body aching and sore. You find Gator gone... probably at work. You were smiling, reminiscing about the early morning sex. the way gator was looking at you, the way you can still feel his hands on your body, everywhere, even tho he's not here.
You snapped out of your thoughts again as you heard loud noises from outside your bedroom. It's... a woman.. mature. probably a bit older than you.. and a man.. oh gator.. yeah that's gator..
"Don't shout, she will wake up", he sounded worried...worried that you would wake up? Or?.." I don't care, Gator, you told me. " You told me sex is just for procreation, you said you hate kissing and body contact, and now you're fucking her .. in my fucking house" She sounded so.. sad yet angry.. frustrated. lost. "This is her house, infact its more her house than yours" You could hear Gator defending you, or someone else? "and she's my wife... whatever we do, it's none of your business." Yeah, he's definitely talking about you. " But you said you... " You told me sex is just for procreation-"," I didn't tell you that, you told me that, and I said I don't want children" Gator said coldly, wtf is going on.. You were lost in that conversation.
"But I thought you would want kids someday, I was waiting for you, how's that you could kiss her fuck her and not?", "Do not talk about her like that, and she's my wife, my real wife", he sounded angry, "yeah, and I'm your wife too"
Should I continue it? P.S. I had this random idea in my brain, and I just wrote all this in an hour or so.
Old ppl liking minors. So if a 30 year old or maybe more old person liking someone barely 18-20 year old. That's borderline pedophilia. Like technically and according to laws its not pedophilia but like morally it is. So yeah.
"Mama" shivering while hugging her mama, "yeah, baby?" "Were those demons?" anxiousness clear in her little voice. "No, hun. There's no such thing as demons, only men", "But why were they so mean and nasty?" little sugar said, hugging her mama tightly. Natalie Carrased the face of her little doll, "Listen to me, okay. We can't talk about those men." sighs "if we talk about them, they come back right? They hear you talking and they come back. You dont want them coming back, do you?
"Hey… hey." The voice cut through everything. "Wake up." A hand on her arm. Warm. Real. "You're shivering." Sugar's eyes flew open. Dark ceiling. Wooden beams. The faint hum of insects outside. The smell of lake water. The cottage. Her chest was rising too fast.
"Hey," Gator said, softer now, leaning over her. "You’re alright." His thumb brushed her wrist unconsciously, like checking if she was still there. "I’m fine," she whispered. She wasn't.
He didn’t call her out. "Bad one?" he asked. She turned away. "Just a dream." Too quick.
He watched her for a moment longer than necessary. Then leaned back, running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah," he muttered. "Those don't mean anything, right?" She didn’t answer. "what time is it?" She said, sitting up abruptly.
"Late, enough." Her stomach dropped instantly. "Gator." "Relax-"
"No," she snapped, already getting off the bed. "You need to go." That got his attention. He sat up straighter. "What?" "Atticus will be back."
The room shifted. Not fear. But something close to it. Atticus was Roy's Friend. Gator stood, slower now. Watching her rush, pulling on clothes, fixing herself as if she were erasing evidence.
"I could stay," he said, tone casual but edged. "See what happens." She let out a short, dry laugh. "You don’t want that kind of problem." His jaw tightened slightly.
"I’m the deputy," he said, a hint of that arrogance slipping in. "I am the problem" She turned to him then. For a second, something softer flickered in her eyes. "Not here," she said quietly. "Not with him." That landed. He looked away first. “Yeah,” he muttered.
"Same time tomorrow?" "…We’ll see." Hesitant, clear in her voice. He stepped closer. This time, slower. He leaned in and pressed a brief kiss to her forehead.
"I'll take that as a yes," he murmured. And then he left. The house felt wrong the moment she stepped in. Too quiet. The kind of silence that listens back. She suddenly remembered that Atticus had ordered her to make food today, as some maids were on leave. maid. Yes, ma'am, but Sugar wasn't a maid, isn't she? I mean, she was his wife, how can she be his maid? But that's how things work in this house. His house.
The dining table was empty. No food. No preparation. Her heart dropped. No no no....
The front door opened. Right on time. Atticus walked in like nothing in the world could ever surprise him. Because nothing ever did.
"Sugar." Her name sounded like ownership in his mouth. She turned slowly.
"I was just-" he pulled her in his embrace, by her hips, gripping her hips like she was something to play with. "Did you make me my food, love?" his old yet strong hand was gripping her body, making her tense. "I- ugh" before she could finish her statement. His eyes moved past her. To the table. To the untouched kitchen. Back to her. "You forgot.' Soft. carresing her cheek with his finger as if he was contemplating in his mind how he should punish you today, but some things were quite obvious, just like your punishments.
"I didn't-" He smiled. God. She hated that smile. "It’s alright," he said gently. "People forget things." Her chest tightened. "Isabell.”
The name carried through the house like a command. And she came. Of course she did. Always. "Yes?"
Atticus loosened his grip on Sugar, walking close to Isabell. Atticus didn’t even look at Sugar anymore. "Come here," he picked her up in bridal style in front of Sugar. Taunting Sugar's entire life. Sugar’s body went still. She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe properly. She just stood there-
as he took Isabell and led her down the hallway. To the bedroom. Their bedroom. The door didn’t slam. It didn’t need to. It closed. And then-
Silence. For a moment. Just one. And then it started. Isabella's low moans at first, the shaking of the bed, the scene was so familiar to her that she could visualise the whole scene.
The bed shifting faintly against the floor. Sugar stood in the middle of the room, frozen. Her ears strained without permission. She hated that she could hear it. Hated more that she couldn’t not hear it.
A soft sound slipped through the walls. Then another. Isabell’s voice. Different. it was it sharp, it was as if isabell was enjoying this, humiliation act towards sugar.
Sugar’s stomach twisted violently. Her nails dug into her palms. Stop listening. Stop. But her body wouldn’t move. The sounds got clearer. Rhythmic. Unavoidable. Like something alive behind the walls. Her throat tightened. Not from jealousy. No. Something worse. Humiliation.
Something is crawling under her skin. Because this wasn’t about desire. It never was. This was punishment.
A message.
Sugar squeezed her eyes shut. Her breath came out unevenly. Why am I still standing here? Why am I listening? Why can’t I move- A sharper sound broke through. And something inside her snapped. She turned abruptly, walked out, fast-
You are replaceable.
You are nothing.
You are mine.
Morning didn't arrived easily. after atticus left. isabell came out of your shared bedroom with your husband. in her small sleeveless slip dress, detangling knots from her long blond bare hands, showing off all the marks he left on her.
it was nothing new, Atticus would do such stuff every then and now, but it still stings, not because you love him. Never love anyone. But because he was your husband, how could such a great husband do that to his wife? And that's how guilty pleasure starts, at first glancing at your husband's guest's son, who's older than you, but not like Atticus anyway.
"Enjoyed"? You asked, still cleaning some dishes, "Enjoy? He fucking devoured me? How do you survive him every night?" she asked mocking you.
sighs, "its not pleasurable with him to be honest, painful , he just know how to take, not to give" sudden sadness in your tone.
"Yeah, whatever, but he's got great di-" you ran to open the door, knowing exactly who it was " hii" "hey, excited much today? "huh" Huh," Gator grins, pulling you in a tight hug. isabell just rolled her eyes, she knew about them, knew too much. but decides to igore thier existence, she knew if she told Atticus about you both he might done worst stuff.
Gator took you to the guestroom; it's not just a guestroom for you both, it's literally a safe place for you both, where you both know that you are safe, contained in each other's arms.
After the door closed, you both started peeling each other's clothes like animals, and before you knew, he was already pushing you towards the bed, "remember.. no marks-" and before you could complete your statement, he pulled you in a rough kiss, "I know, trust me I know" resting his forehead on yours.
both of your clothes lying on floor, blanket pulled over till his mid riff. you like it that way, taking him under the blanket, kinda covered, like the blanket was protecting you, like a small home.
He rolled a condom over his cock, stroking it slowly.. up and down.. up and down, you staring at his long, girthy length, your cunt ready to swallow it. "What'cha looking at?" he grins, "gator" shyness evident in her voice. God, how can this be casual?
slowly pressing it in, he knew how you like taking him slow, you like it, softness in his touch, how he slowly fucks you, gentle yet perfect amount of roughness.
He slowly bottoms out in you, pressing soft kisses all over your face, kneading her breasts, giggles "gator baby, cmon" his speed fastens at her command, the room filled with the sounds of their love making in disguise.
after sometime,
You were cuddled up with him, both of you worn out, "that was great", "was it now?" he said, pulling her closer. " You seem stressed today?" you asked, playing with his chest hair.
"It's nothing, just .. one of my dad's old friends.. men to be more precise, was found dead..." he seemed hesitant. "wdym? There are killing happening in our town now?" "No, trust me.. don't be scared, must be an animal." "You sure?"
He didn't really wanna answer her question, didn't wanna scare the pure soul of yours. So he sushed you by kissing you. deep.
"Nice trick-" a loud truck noise was heard, "shit- shit gator"
Dirty, really dirty, some chapters may consist of bondage, border line pedophilia, mentions of murders, blood, killings, intense sex, extramarital affairs. not glamourising violence. 18+ MDNI.
Sugar was raised and then kidnapped for him. She was raised to obey him. His wife. She was conceived for him. The queen is not there to be protected; she is there to protect him. his 21-year-old wife. Sugar was not even her real name, but he liked it way more, so he renamed her. His sugar. 55-year-old Atticus Larson forcefully married her when she was barely 19. Did he love her? not really sure about love, but she was his possession, a vessel for his anger and love. but you can not control anyone especially young doves. can ya?
She indulges herself in an illicit affair. with who? Gator Tillman. Son of Roy Tillman. Both Great Partners in crime, actual crimes. But is this actual love? Her mom always taught her to obey the only man. her husband. That's what she saw growing up. That's what they taught her in church. But who cares?
But that's not her only life. At least she knows that her life doesn't just revolve around sex. It's more than that. way more than that.
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Not entirely based on FARGO. its like characters from fargo s5, but in alternate universe. Gator's persona is not just pleasing his dad. again, not glazing domestic violence and pedophilia, i seriously condemn it. Roy's personality is kinda same.
Opinions and ideas will be really appreciated.
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saw ur ask somewhere of u saying you’re thinking of starting a gator x married reader omg yes thats such a good idea omg!! i literally didnt even watch fargo for like a month or smth and i was nonstop reading gator fics even tho i had no idea who was who. then i watched it last week its soooo good (i only watched s5) but gator isnt shown as much btw but overall still such a good season but i donf think u even need to watch the show to start writing bc your fanfic is gonna be AU i assume, or if its not still u can literally just write whatever you want. but if u will start writing that fic i cant wait!!!!!!!
I mean i can binge, just to understand the location and ambience of the fargo (only s5 tho) . But I will write that in may, more like mid may because i have exams rn😭😭. So yeah mid may.. can't waittt for my examsss to get over and than in summer i will be back on my ficssss.
I think your last repost was about Magui. People don't really like her because of her cheating on that football player she used to be with, but there's rumors (or whatever) going around that she is rascist.
People also don't like the fact that (which is the biggest thing) her and Lando's whole relationship is practically being treated as a PR relationship.
They barely see each other outside of races. She barely goes to any races. And at the Hungary race they weren't together together. They were always walking behind each other, very forceful kind of energy yk?
And as soon as Hungary was over they went there separate ways which also sparked something I guess.
But yeah that's kind of the main point everyone is upset about. They are also upset to because if it is a PR, they don't understand why Lando is staying with her because of what she has done and stuff. There are some pictures on Insta of the last race they were at which did spark stuff but I believe those are the main reasons.
I feel like some people are just upset or feel bad for Lando because he is in the relationship because most believe it's a PR. And some are also upset for staying with her after her making like racial comments, the cheating, the breaking up of Lando and her constantly.
(Hope this helps)
Ooo thankyou so much for this.♥️
Uhmm yeah and Iike how they cut Oscar's interview in the middle of no where, just to capture the kiss.(B/w magui and lando) Which was again do weird. Ehh. Ig if it's forced ot PR than I really feel bad for both of them kind of.
As a brown (Hindu) woman I dislike her even more due to her racism especially her Islamophobia. It’s disgusting and unsettling
Yes. YES. This is the main reason I’m not a big fan of her. I’m not gonna openly hate on her or make it my whole personality to, but I get why people dislike her and it’s nice to know I’m not alone at least 😭
Is it about Magui?? I'm not online often, can anyone tell me why people don't like her? (curious)
I just want to know, I don't really think people are jealous of her, but I'm not really getting jealous vibes from people who hate or don't like her, so I really want to know what the big deal is.
hiiii! i know for requests want us to send songs so i was thinking that any song by bad bunny would work for a smut piece, and could it be with colapinto? i was thinking about hooking up with him at a bar and that’s how the song could match the vibe😂 anyway you’re the genius here so you do you! thank you❤️
Sure Darling❤️
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Franco Colapinto| Nothing Serious, Right?
The bass of the song pulsed through your chest, that thick, addictive reggaeton beat that made everything feel a little looser. A little easier. You were on your second drink, perched on a high stool near the edge of the bar, one leg crossed over the other. You didn’t come here to meet anyone. But the universe always had other plans, didn’t it?
“Still drinking the same thing you had an hour ago?”
The voice was familiar, annoyingly smooth. You didn’t even have to turn to know.
“Franco,” you said without looking, taking a slow sip through your straw. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
He leaned on the bar beside you, all casual confidence and cocky energy, dressed in a fitted black tee and jeans that clung a little too well to his thighs.
“Didn’t expect you to look this good either.”
You finally glanced at him, eyes locking. There was that glint in his gaze. The one that always made your stomach tighten.
“Try harder. That line’s older than this bar.”
He grinned, sliding into the stool next to you.
“Alright. Let me try again. I saw you walk in, and I’ve been standing at the other end of the bar just watching. Trying to figure out if I should come over or leave it alone.”
“And?” you asked, raising a brow.
“And I said fuck it. Because you look like you’re waiting for trouble, and I happen to be excellent at causing it.”
Your lips twitched, fighting a smile. His hand brushed your bare knee, subtle, slow, and lingering like he had every right. You didn’t move it.
“La Difícil” played in the background, loud and dirty. You leaned in just enough to be heard, your voice just low enough to tease.
“She’s hard to get, huh?”
Franco didn’t miss a beat. His eyes dropped to your lips, then right back up.
“Yeah. But that just makes her worth it.”
You didn’t know who leaned closer first. Maybe it was both of you. Maybe it was the tequila. Maybe it was the fact that every time you saw Franco Colapinto, you remembered the way he touched you like he already knew your body. And the way he always left you wanting more.
“You always say the right thing,” you said, tilting your head. “Even when you shouldn’t.”
He reached out, fingers gently wrapping around your wrist, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your pulse point.
“Tell me to stop,” he said. “And I will.”
You stared at him for a long second. The bar kept spinning. The music kept thumping. And your heart matched every beat.
“I’m not going to,” you whispered.
He stood then, pulling you with him. Not rough, not fast. Just a silent command, and you followed. Through the crowd. Past the bathrooms. Down a hallway only half lit. He turned to you, backing you against the wall, his hand flat beside your head.
“You sure about this?”
You nodded. He leaned in but didn’t kiss you. Not yet. His mouth hovered just above yours, breath hot and intoxicating.
“You remember what happened last time?” he asked, voice rough now.
“I remember you left before I woke up,” you said.
Franco’s jaw clenched.
“Didn’t mean to. I had a flight.”
“I didn’t ask.”
He exhaled, something shifting in his expression. His hand slipped down your waist, fingers hooking into the belt loop of your jeans.
“I thought about you,” he said. “More than I should have.”
You hated how that made your breath hitch. You weren’t here for feelings. You were here for heat. For tension. For the way he looked at you like he wanted to ruin your night and fix it in the same breath.
“Then shut up and touch me.”
And he did.
His hands slid up under your top, fingertips dragging slowly along your spine. His lips finally met yours — hot, slow, deep. He kissed like a man who wanted to memorize every inch of your mouth. Tongue tasting, teeth scraping, hands gripping your hips like they were the only thing tethering him to the moment.
You moaned into him as he pressed you harder against the wall, his thigh slipping between your legs, the friction perfect and filthy.
“You wore this just to kill me, didn’t you?” he muttered against your neck, pulling the strap of your top down with his teeth.
“I didn’t wear it for you.”
“Liar,” he said, biting gently just below your ear. “You knew I’d find you.”
You dragged your nails down his back, earning a low groan from him.
“Franco.”
He froze. Just for a second. Then pulled back enough to look at you.
“You’re not just some hookup to me,” he said.
You blinked.
“This wasn’t supposed to be serious.”
“It still isn’t,” he said. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t think I want to.”
Your breath caught.
The music still played behind you. Another Bad Bunny song now. But everything had slowed down.
You looked at him, really looked.
And then, softer, quieter this time, you said,
“Then don’t stop.”
The cab ride was quiet, but not in a bad way. His hand never left your thigh, thumb brushing back and forth in a slow rhythm that matched the pounding in your chest. Outside, the streets were slick with rain, red and yellow reflections from traffic lights smearing across the windows like paint strokes.
Franco leaned closer, whispering against your ear.
“You always this quiet after making out in dark corners of bars?”
You turned to him slowly, lips still slightly swollen.
“I’m just thinking about what happens next.”
He smirked, tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. “Yeah? And what exactly are you picturing?”
You didn’t answer. Instead, your hand slipped down, brushing over his knee, inching higher. He let out a sharp breath and grabbed your wrist, holding it still.
“Careful,” he said low. “We’re ten minutes away. Don’t make me lose my mind in a cab.”
You leaned in, lips ghosting over his jaw. “Then maybe hurry up and show me what you’ve been thinking about.”
He didn’t say anything else.. he just paid the driver too fast, pulled you out into the rain, and led you through a quiet building lobby like a man who couldn’t afford one more second of waiting.
The moment the apartment door shut behind you, his mouth was on yours again... greedy, open, searching. His hands cupped your face, then slid into your hair as he pressed you up against the entryway wall. The heat between you was electric, but there was something softer this time. He wasn’t rushing. He kissed you like he wanted to taste you for hours.
Clothes came off in pieces, scattered across the floor. Your shirt first, his next. Then jeans, socks, your bra unclipped with one hand and a low laugh.
“You remember everything,” you said breathless.
“Every single fucking detail,” he murmured, eyes trailing down your body. “I’ve replayed it too many times not to.”
He took a step back just to look. And God, the way he looked at you... like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen... it made something flip deep in your stomach.
“What?” you asked, suddenly self-conscious.
Franco walked back up slowly and took your face in both hands. His voice was rough but honest.
“Just... can’t believe you’re actually here.”
And then he lifted you... just like that... and carried you to the bedroom.
The mattress dipped under your weight, and before you could even adjust, his mouth was back on your skin. Kisses trailed down your neck, your chest, your stomach. His fingers teased every inch of you, exploring like he was rediscovering. You arched up into him, chasing his touch.
“Still taste like you did last time,” he whispered against your inner thigh. “Sweet. Addictive.”
Your fingers tangled in his hair as he dipped his head lower, and everything after that became a blur of moans, gasps, and begging. He took his time... no rush, no pressure, just patient, aching pleasure. He didn’t let you come easily, either. Every time you were close, he’d slow down just enough to keep you hanging.
“Franco,” you panted, “please... I need...”
His voice was a growl against your skin. “I know exactly what you need. Let me give it to you right.”
When you finally did come, it was with a cry muffled by the back of your hand, your entire body trembling as he held you through it.
And then he kissed his way back up your body, slow and open-mouthed, until he was hovering over you again. His hair was messy, lips swollen, eyes dark and focused only on you.
“Still want this?” he asked, voice low.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in.
“I came back with you, didn’t I?”
That was all he needed.
When he finally slid into you, it was slow and deep, his forehead pressed against yours. There were no games now. No jokes. Just your name on his lips and his name on yours.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t rough. It was maddeningly slow... the kind of slow that burned. He kissed you through every stroke, whispered things against your neck, touched you like he was making a memory out of every second.
And when you came again, it was with his name in your mouth and your nails dragging down his back. He followed soon after, collapsing onto you, both of you breathless, sticky, warm.
You lay there in silence. His head rested on your chest, and your fingers absentmindedly traced circles along his shoulder.
“Tell me this wasn’t a one-time thing,” he murmured.
You looked down at him. “I thought we weren’t doing serious.”
He looked up, smirk tugging at his lips. “We’re not.”
“So what are we doing?”
Franco shifted until he was eye level with you again. He kissed your cheek. Your jaw. The corner of your mouth.
“Something in between.”
You smiled, letting your hand cup his face. “Then maybe we see what happens next.”
The city still buzzed outside. But inside that room, wrapped in warm sheets and quiet breaths, everything finally felt still.
But she walked away with everything that mattered.”
Previously on Grand Pursuit…
Four contestants have been eliminated: Max, Alice, Jessica, and Y/N.
In the wake of Y/N’s heartbreaking departure, the house has fractured - with emotions running high.
Now, only Twelve remain. And tonight… the story will end.
THE GALLERY OF MEMORY
A grand stage is lit like a dream: soft golds, flickering candle-like lights, and screens that surround the space.
The 12 finalists walk in one by one:
Bella - all heels and heat.
Natalie - soft strength in her smile.
Revan - eyes fixed, calculating.
Laila - radiant and tender.
Cassie - sparkling nervously.
Lando, Lewis, Franco, Isack, Charles, Oscar, and Carlos - each wearing shades of emotion on their faces.
No cheering. No clapping. Just reverent silence.
The walls flicker to life.
A montage begins, showing each of them - not in victory, but in vulnerability.
Laila crying during week 4’s task.
Charles looking at Y/N’s empty bed.
Oscar whispering to Y/N in the rain.
Bella watching Charles from the hallway.
Natalie helping Y/N fix her mic.
Franco yelling at himself in the mirror.
Revan, before she changed.
Carlos smiling at Y/N in the kitchen.
The crowd watching in silence.
When Y/N’s clips start -the entire room shifts.
Her laughter. Her kisses. Her broken moments. Her confessionals. Her silence.
When it ends... no one moves.
Charles’ lips part. His whisper floats into the dark.
“She should be here.”
Bella’s Breaking Point
As the host welcomes the final 12 to the last stage of the game, Bella’s voice cuts through the atmosphere like a razor:
Bella (loud):
“Look, let’s not romanticize it.
Y/N was good at charming people. Not winning.”
A few gasps. Cassie tries not to nod.
Revan smirks.
But Charles stands instantly.
Charles:
“Say her name one more time like that, and I swear-”
Bella (laughing):
“You think this is some tragic romance?
She left. Game over.”
Lando (calm, but sharp):
“She didn’t leave. She was pushed out.”
Oscar:
“And it broke something in all of us.”
Bella rolls her eyes, but her knuckles are white.
The others sit in uncomfortable silence.
The first real crack of the finale.
TASK I: “The Timeline”
Challenge: Each of the 12 finalists must retrace the entire season.
The catch? Each week contains a secret no one knew.
For every truth they discover, they move forward. For every lie they hold onto - they lose time.
The game board lights up - like a physical calendar trail across the room.
Lewis steps up first.
Week 1 lights up.
“What lie did you tell during the truth circle?”
Lewis swallows.
“I said I didn’t care about winning. But I do.”
He advances.
Revan’s turn.
week 2 lights.
“What did you say to Laila behind Y/N’s back?”
Revan hesitates.
“I said she didn’t deserve him.”
The screen flashes RED. She lied again.
Each contestant goes through it. The task lasts nearly an hour.
But the most watched moment?
Charles - Week 1
“What did you feel when you saw Y/N and Oscar kiss?”
He breathes.
“Like I had no air left.”
He’s allowed to pass.
When it ends, Oscar, Charles, Lando, Natalie and Isack are in the lead.
Bella? Dead last.
TASK II: “Reflections”
Each finalist is brought into a glass room alone.
Inside?
Every confessional clip from others - about them.
Cassie watches Natalie say she’s "a follower."
Revan hears Charles say “She changed the moment Y/N became a threat.”
Franco watches Oscar whisper “Franco doesn’t know what he wants.”
But it’s Carlos’ room that goes silent.
He watches Y/N’s clip.
“Carlos makes me feel steady. Like if the world shook, he wouldn’t.”
Carlos tears up - without hiding it.
Lando watches her say:
“I think with him, I’m always expecting the sky to split open.”
And then he whispers to no one:
“You were the storm, Y/N. Not me.”
THE UNTHINKABLE
The lights go dark.
Then a screen flickers on.
Host:
“This season, we challenged hearts.
But now, the past comes back… to finish the story.”
Oscar runs to her, lifts her off the ground in a hug.
Oscar (whispers):
“You came back.”
Y/N (smiles):
“Not to play.
Just to finish the story.”
Lando (softly):
“You look like you belong here.”
Charles just stares - his eyes filled with everything he didn’t say.
THE FINAL TASK: “Stillness”
All 12 finalists plus the 4 eliminated contestants as guests now gather outside.
A giant marble platform floats over water.
Each contestant must balance - in silence - for as long as possible.
No movement. No talking.
The one left wins.
They step on.
One by one - they fall.
Cassie slips at 12 minutes.
Franco at 18.
Laila at 21.
Natalie at 29.
Revan - after staring at Y/N - at 33.
Isack - 40.
Carlos - 45.
Bella -47, furious.
Oscar and Charles + both trembling, make it past 1 hour.
Charles steps off, again, whispering to Lando:
“If she wants me, she’ll come.”
Lando wins.
Again.
But he doesn’t react. He just looks at Y/N.
The Final Choice
Lando & Y/N
They walk side by side by the pool.
Lando (quietly):
“I loved you before you even liked me.”
Y/N:
“I liked you before I admitted it.”
Lando:
“But you’re not choosing me.”
Y/N:
“No.”
He nods.
Lando (whispers):
“Then at least promise you’ll be happy. That’s all I wanted.”
She kisses his cheek - slow and grateful.
Oscar & Y/N
In the hallway where it all started.
Oscar:
“Why didn’t you tell me it was you who kissed me in the storm?”
Y/N (laughs):
“I thought you knew.”
Oscar:
“No… I just felt it. That night. That pain.”
Y/N:
“You made it bearable.”
Oscar:
“And you made me feel like fire.
But fire fades too, doesn’t it?”
She nods - eyes watery.
Charles & Y/N
Back at the garden.
Charles:
“You broke me. And then you came back.”
Y/N:
“I didn’t come back for the game.”
Charles:
“Then why?”
She steps closer.
Y/N:
“Because you never stopped choosing me. Even when I didn’t.”
He kisses her forehead.
Y/N:
“So I’m choosing you now.
Not because the story needs it…
But because I do.”
They kiss. Full. Slow. Not for anyone but them.
Charles and Y/N stand alone in the garden. The rest of the house is quiet, everyone watching from inside -uncertain, breathless.
She reaches for his hand.
Y/N (softly):
“For the first time… I’m not scared of choosing wrong.”
Charles:
“You never could.”
Y/N Confessional
“I didn’t win the show.
I just won the ending I wanted.”
And still… they chose the one that would break her.”
Previously on Grand Pursuit…
After exposing production’s manipulation, the house was left in chaos.
The final four nominees were announced: Bella, Jessica, Revan, and Natalie.
But in a twisted twist, the producers declared that one elimination would be chosen by the cast....
and the other, by Y/N herself.
MORNING TASK - “Burn to Rise”
The villa gathers at sunrise. A brutal task awaits the four nominees.
Task Rules:
Each contestant must balance on a heated metal platform, barefoot, while holding a full bucket of water.
The last to remain wins.
And the winner gets to nominate one SAFE contestant to replace them in the elimination round.
The cast gasps.
It means someone who thought they were safe… won’t be anymore.
THE TASK BEGINS
Natalie is the first to drop.... shaking from the heat.
Jessica curses as her bucket spills.
Revan holds on, teeth gritted, sweating, glaring across at Bella.
Bella:
“This isn’t about strength. It’s about who wants it more.”
Revan (through clenched teeth):
“Then get ready to lose.”
But it’s Bella who lasts longest,toes blistered, hands raw.... she doesn’t drop.
She wins.
TWIST: BELLA’S CHOICE
The cast stares, waiting.
Producer Voice:
“Bella, you are safe.
Name one contestant to take your place in the elimination task tonight.”
Everyone braces.
Bella smirks... and turns to Y/N.
Bella (sweetly):
“I nominate Y/N.”
Stunned silence.
Oscar (snaps):
“Are you out of your mind?!”
Bella (shrugs):
“She’s had her love triangle, her tears, her edits.
Let’s see how real she is when she’s fighting for her life.”
Y/N (quiet):
“You really want me gone that badly?”
Bella:
“I want a finale that’s about us. Not the camera’s favorite.”
Y/N & CHARLES
Charles finds her in the corner room, shaking.
Charles:
“She blindsided you.
You didn’t deserve that.”
Y/N (soft):
“Maybe I did.
Maybe I should’ve left weeks ago.”
Charles (urgent):
“Stop.
Don’t say that.”
He grabs her hand.
Charles:
“If this was real life, I would’ve told you I loved you weeks ago.
But I wanted it to be your moment. Your choice.”
Y/N:
“And now it’s my last one.”
Charles (tears welling):
“Then make it mean something.”
He kisses her forehead.
EVENING TASK - “Line in the Fire”
The courtyard is transformed into a glowing battlefield.
Task:
Each contestant must race across a rope bridge suspended over fire-lit coals.
They must collect puzzle pieces at the far end, return, and solve the puzzle before the timer runs out.
It’s physical. Mental. And terrifying.
THE RACE BEGINS
Jessica struggles with balance but pushes through.
Revan is quick but fumbles puzzle pieces.
Natalie is slow but methodical.
Y/N runs hard, heart pounding.... focused.
But her rope snaps mid-return.
She falls... not into flames, but onto the netting below.
Still safe. But time’s lost.
She climbs back. Tries. Pushes.
But she’s too late.
The buzzer sounds.
Y/N has lost.
Gasps ripple.
SHE CHOOSES
Producer Voice:
“Y/N.
You have lost the challenge.
You must now name one other contestant… to eliminate.”
Y/N breathes heavy. Her legs shake.
Jessica (smirking):
“Go ahead.
Prove we were always the villains.”
Revan (glaring):
“Choose wisely, sweetheart.”
Natalie (tears in her eyes):
“Don’t choose me. But if you must… I’ll understand.”
Y/N’s eyes flicker to the boys.
Charles. Lando. Franco. Oscar. Carlos. Lewis.
All watching her fall apart.
She closes her eyes.
Y/N:
“Jessica.”
Jessica (flatly):
“Of course. Always the easy way out.”
She storms out, no goodbyes. No words.
THE SHOCK
“Y/N, please pack your bags.
You have been eliminated.”
It takes a full five seconds before anyone even breathes.
Lando’s jaw drops.
Oscar shakes his head, blinking.
Charles mutters, “No, no, no,” under his breath.
Laila gasps. Natalie bursts into tears. Franco looks like he might break something.
Y/N’s lips part. But she doesn’t speak.
She just stands there, unmoving, like she’s waiting for someone to say just kidding.
No one does.
Y/N & CHARLES (STORAGE ROOM)
He finds her alone, shoving her things into a small duffel.
Charles:
“You’re not actually going.”
Y/N:
“Apparently, I am.”
Charles (quietly):
“You can’t.”
She finally turns to look at him.... her eyes are glassy, but not crying yet.
Y/N:
“They made me choose someone to go.
Then made me go right after.
That’s not a task. That’s punishment.”
Charles (tears welling):
“Punishment for what? For being honest? For feeling everything?”
She just stares at him.
Charles (stepping closer):
“You were the best part of this show.
And they’re cutting you because you didn’t play dirty.”
Y/N (softly):
“Or maybe because I didn’t pick them. I picked… too many people.
Maybe it’s punishment for being confused.”
Charles (angrily):
“No.
You don’t owe anyone clarity when they never gave you safety.”
Silence.
Then he walks up and takes her hand.
Charles (quiet):
“I should’ve kissed you that night on the rooftop.”
Y/N:
“You still can.”
He does.
Slow. Heavy. Like goodbye.
When they pull apart, he presses his forehead to hers.
Charles (whispers):
“I don’t know how to want this without you here.”
Y/N:
“Then don’t want it.”
And she walks out of the room, hand sliding from his like a scene fading to black.
Y/N & OSCAR (BACKYARD)
She finds Oscar by the pool, legs in the water, eyes glazed over.
Oscar (without looking):
“I was hoping they’d say it was a mistake.”
Y/N (sits next to him):
“Me too.”
Silence.
Then:
Oscar:
“Do you remember the rain night? When we kissed?”
Y/N (smiles):
“You said you’d stay until I put myself back together.”
Oscar:
“And now you’re leaving while I’m still broken.”
Y/N:
“You’re stronger than you think.”
Oscar:
“You make me strong. You-”
He cuts off. Swallows.
Oscar:
“You were the only one who made me feel like I wasn’t pretending.
Like I could just… be.”
Y/N:
“You don’t need me to be real.”
Oscar (eyes shining):
“No. But I wanted you here when I figured it out.”
She leans her head on his shoulder. They don’t speak for a while.
Then she stands.
Y/N:
“If they ask who I really was, tell them I was the part of the show that felt like truth.”
Oscar (softly):
“You were the truth.”
Y/N & LANDO (BALCONY)
Lando stands alone, arms crossed, staring at the moon. She walks up slowly.
Lando (bitterly):
“I shouldn’t have let Charles get in my head.
I should’ve talked to you sooner. Should’ve fought harder.”
Y/N:
“It’s not your fault.”
Lando:
“But it’s not not my fault either.”
He finally looks at her.
Lando:
“I was so busy proving I could have you…
that I forgot to ask if I deserved you.”
Y/N (sad smile):
“You deserved me.
Maybe not all the time. But sometimes. And sometimes is enough.”
Lando (steps closer):
“I would’ve given you more time.
If we had it.”
Y/N:
“We don’t.
So let’s not waste what’s left.”
They don’t kiss. They just hug.
It lasts a long time. His hand grips her shirt like he doesn’t want to let go.
THE FINAL GOODBYE
Everyone is in the living room now.
Y/N walks in with her bag.
Charles is sitting on the floor, head in hands. Oscar and Lando are pacing.
Laila and Natalie are sobbing.
Carlos:
“You don’t have to go. They’ll change it.”
Y/N (soft):
“They won’t.
They made it clear. The girl who was too real doesn’t sell.”
Franco (quietly):
“They played god.
And killed the one thing we all cared about.”
Laila:
“You were the glue.”
Natalie (choking):
“Who do I even talk to now?”
She hugs each of them one by one.
Some hugs are silent.
Some are messy, wet with tears.
Then she walks to the door.
CHARLES
Charles (stands, shaky):
“Wait.”
She turns.
Charles (louder):
“WAIT.”
He walks to her, eyes red, breathing fast.
Charles:
“Tell me what to do.”
Y/N:
“You can’t do anything.”
Charles (desperate):
“No.
Tell me how to make it not happen.”
Y/N (chokes a little):
“You can’t.”
He grabs her hand.
Then both hands. Drops to his knees.
Charles (sobbing):
“I’m sorry.
I should’ve said I loved you before it was too late.”
Y/N (kneeling too):
“It’s not too late.
You’re saying it now.”
They cry together. No one moves.
Even the producers behind the camera are silent.
Y/N (whispers):
“Win this.
And remember who you’re winning for.”
She stands, kisses his forehead, and finally walks away.
ofc it’s me. I was wondering if you could do a Kimi FOC outside of tgp series. Where Kimi and reader are best friends and she goes with him to see one of the races but when they arrive the hotel they are staying in has any book them in one bed which is a double so there for sleeping with it and kill me at a bad price was out so he’s kind of sad and reader comforts , him and then the feeling for each other, like resolve. Tyyyyy xx
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Kimi Antonelli|
Close Enough to Feel
genre: Romance, Slow-Burn, Sensual
The drive from the track to the hotel was quiet. Kimi had barely said a word since the race ended and you could tell he was still carrying the weight of it. You knew him well enough to understand that he hated poor results, but even more than that, he hated the feeling of letting down the people who believed in him.
You glanced over at him from the passenger seat, watching the way his jaw was tight and his hands gripped the steering wheel.
“Kimi,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm, “it was not that bad.”
He gave a small exhale through his nose and shook his head, his eyes never leaving the road. “It was bad for me,” he muttered.
You frowned, wishing you could say the exact thing that would take the sting away. “You pushed as hard as you could. Everyone saw that. It was not your fault the car was not perfect today.”
“I still hate losing,” he replied simply. His voice was low, almost flat, but you could feel the frustration behind it.
You stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, letting him have his space, though you wished you could pull him out of his mood.
When you both reached the hotel, you walked up to the check-in desk together. The receptionist smiled politely before tapping at the keyboard. “We have you in a double room,” she said.
You frowned. “Double? As in one bed?”
“Yes, I am afraid that is all we have left,” the receptionist explained. “The city is fully booked tonight because of the event. There are no twin rooms available.”
Kimi closed his eyes briefly as if the universe was determined to push him further into his bad mood. “Fine,” he muttered. “Just give the key.”
You followed him up to the room, dragging your small suitcase behind you. When you stepped inside, you saw the bed immediately. One large double bed sat in the middle of the room, crisp white sheets tucked perfectly at the corners. You looked at Kimi and could see the way his expression hardened even more.
“I can sleep on the floor,” he said quickly. “I do not want to make you uncomfortable.”
Your heart squeezed at the way he said it, his voice softer now. “Kimi, no. You are not sleeping on the floor. It is just a bed. We are best friends, we can handle it.”
He hesitated before finally nodding. “If you are sure.”
“I am sure,” you said firmly. “Now… do you want to shower first?”
He just shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He looked completely drained. You stepped closer and crouched down in front of him, tilting your head to try and catch his gaze.
“Kimi… talk to me,” you whispered.
He finally lifted his eyes to meet yours and your breath caught at the sadness in them. “I feel like I am wasting my time sometimes,” he admitted. “I try and try but still it is not enough. It makes me feel… tired.”
You reached up and cupped his jaw gently, your thumb brushing over the rough stubble there. “You are not wasting your time. You are one of the best drivers in the world. Everyone knows that. Even if today was not good, it does not erase everything you have done. You are Kimi.”
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, almost a smile, and he leaned into your hand. The small shift in his posture made your chest ache.
“Thank you,” he murmured quietly.
You sat next to him on the bed, your thigh brushing against his. Neither of you moved away. Instead, you felt the air between you grow heavier, thicker. It was not the first time you had been this close, but tonight it felt different.
“Kimi…” you started softly.
He turned his head, his icy blue eyes locking with yours. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest as you realized how close his face was to yours. “What?” he asked, his voice low.
“I do not want you to feel alone,” you whispered.
“You make sure I do not,” he replied instantly, and there was no hesitation in his tone.
Your breath hitched when his hand brushed against yours. Slowly, deliberately, his fingers laced through yours, warm and steady. He held your gaze as if silently asking for permission. You did not look away.
“Kimi,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
He shifted closer until your knees were touching, and then his other hand came up to cup the side of your face. The warmth of his palm against your skin made your eyes flutter shut for a moment. When you opened them again, he was already leaning in.
His lips brushed against yours softly at first, tentative, like he was afraid of ruining what you already had. But when you kissed him back, the hesitation melted away. The kiss deepened slowly, his mouth moving against yours with a sweetness that sent shivers down your spine.
“Kimi,” you murmured against his lips, your hand resting against his chest where you could feel his heartbeat racing.
He pulled back just enough to look at you. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough with emotion.
You nodded, your fingers tightening around his shirt. “I am sure. I want this. I want you.”
His lips crashed against yours again, this time with more urgency. He pulled you gently onto his lap, his hands sliding up your back as if he could not get close enough. The kiss was slow but intense, his tongue brushing against yours, sending sparks through your entire body.
When you finally pulled away to breathe, you pressed your forehead against his, your eyes half-lidded. “You do not need to be sad tonight,” you whispered. “I am here. I want to make you feel better.”
Kimi’s hands moved softly along your sides, his touch careful but full of longing. “You already do,” he murmured.
You spent the rest of the night in the warm tangle of sheets, your bodies pressed close, kissing softly and whispering things neither of you had admitted before. You held him until his tension melted away completely, your fingers tracing slow patterns on his skin as he looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
It was the first time either of you admitted what had been there all along. And as you drifted to sleep in each other’s arms, you realized that you never wanted to spend another night without him.
“What hurts isn’t the game. It’s realizing you were never playing. You were the prize.”
Previously on Grand Pursuit…
Jessica and Bella exploded in a vicious fight. Jessica exposed Bella’s deal with production.
Franco and Charles uncovered proof: Y/N’s story was being edited, her moments cut, her choices manipulated.
Franco leaked everything - the producer notes, the deleted kisses, the real confessions.
And now…
the villa knows the truth.
DAY 28 - SILENCE AFTER STORM
Inside, the house is still reeling from what they saw the night before.
Y/N sits alone on the steps of the garden.
Morning sun. But she feels cold.
Lando. Oscar. Charles. Franco.
They all watched it too.
Her kisses with Charles. Her soft moments with Oscar.
Her fights. Her confusion. Her pain.
Y/N & OSCAR
All of it… was real.
Even if it was cut to look like it wasn’t.
Oscar walks up quietly, sliding down beside her.
Oscar:
“I saw you crying last night.”
Y/N (doesn’t look at him):
“I feel like I’ve been living someone else’s life.”
Oscar (softly):
“They used your heart like a weapon.
But you made it through, still human.”
Y/N (dry):
“Barely.”
Oscar leans back, looks at the sky.
Oscar:
“Why are you stressed?
It’s not like they’ll send their most played character home.”
Y/N blinks, then laughs. A real one.
Y/N:
“Wow. That was… darkly comforting.”
Oscar (smirks):
“I specialize in that.”
IN THE LIVING ROOM
The cast gathers.
Tension. Nobody knows what’s next.
Suddenly, the screen turns on.
“This is not a drill.”
“Due to recent events, you will nominate four people to compete in the next elimination task.”
“Two will go home.”
“Each of you will privately name the four.”
CONFESSIONAL NOMINATIONS — SELECTED
Everyone’s eyes dart across the room.
Suspicion. Strategy. Survival.
Lando:
“Bella. Revan. Jessica. Franco.”
(He hesitates before saying Franco’s name.)
