Summary: You left him, you ran away. But he found you and he needs answers.
“Why? I thought you were different. You left me just like my brother.”
You couldn’t even look into his eyes. Avoiding him at all costs was the plan for the last year.
Well, almost a year, 11 months.
And there he was.
Sitting across from you at the table in his club.
Kidnapping you was exactly what he did. Bringing you here against your will.
And he only had one question.
“Why?”
The pain in his voice hurt.
“I had my reason.”
“I know you still love me. I can see in your eyes. So then what can possibly be your explanation?”
“I can’t-“ his fist met the table. It made you jump and his drink almost spilled.
“Bullshit,” he whispered. “Did you find someone? Someone better? Taller? More muscles?”
“No.” your answer was immediate and straightforward.
"THEN WHY?" he yelled, his eyes filled with tears.
"Because I was scared and pregnant," you said and a huge weight fell from your shoulders. You looked at your feet and blinked back the tears. "I was scared of your father." you looked into his eyes. "It broke me, but I had to leave. Who knows what he would have done if he found out? You know he never liked me."
"So, I have a child?"
"Yes." your voice was shaky yet it held power.
"How could you be so selfish? I have a child and you ran away?"
"I was selfish yes. A selfish mother who put their child before me. Please, you have to understand Dimi." you were crying. "Last year, during your birthday, your father looked at me and he told me that if I dared get pregnant he would personally kill my child and me. He looked into my eyes and told me this."
"Why didn't you tell me he threatened you?"
"You know I couldn't. And so, like a coward, I ran. I'm sorry." you stood up and wanted to leave.
"My father is dead you know. You don't have to be scared anymore. I took over his business. He can no longer hurt you." you looked at Dimitri shocked.
"How did he die?" you turned to look at him.
"Hunting accident. But I know my brother's hand was in it. You don't have to be scared anymore, come back to me. I will keep you safe. Both of you." he stood up and rushed over to you but you put your hands up, his chest met with your hands, but you didn't push him away.
Your eyes searched his for any sign of a lie.
"Is he really?" you whispered and he quickly nodded. "He is home, I can get him for you."
Dimitri looked confused.
"My father? I told you he is buried, in pieces."
"No, our son. I named him Mikhail. I call him Misha. Two months old, I found a kind woman who babysits him while I work." you looked behind yourself at the door. "I can bring him to you. You can meet him." your head snapped back and looked into his eyes as his hands came to his chest and held yours.
"You are so beautiful. I missed you so much."
His voice was so soft, so kind.
"I'm so sorry." tears began to fall again but his hand held you even closer, pulling you in.
His lips met yours.
It was so sweet and it filled your heart with so much love.
How could you leave him?
You love him so much.
"Let's get our son. I want us three to go home."
Home.
"I will get him for you, just give me a driver and a car. I need to... pack his things."
"Okay, I will still go with you."
"You won't be happy with the place I rent."
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And you were right.
Dimitry looked at the building and froze.
You took this opportunity to go in and get your son from your neighbour.
"I brought you someone," you told Misha as he giggled. "Your father." you smiled as you lifted him and began putting his stuff away.
Dimitry walked into the apartment with a frown.
"Misha, look who it is," you said to your child with a voice only babies get. Misha was still very small.
Being only two months old.
But he looked exactly like Dimitry.
"My son." you handed your son to Dimitry who carefully held and looked at Misha. "I promise you, I will be so much better."
You believed him, you knew he would try his hardest to be the best father possible.
And you know he will be able to achieve his goal.
Once you finished picking up all your stuff, Dimitry guided you to your new home.
Misha quickly fell asleep and you placed him in the guest room, in the middle of the bed.
"We will decorate a room for him, I will buy everything he will ever need."
"Thank you, Dimi."
You two also decided to go to bed shortly after.
"He usually wakes up once per night to eat," you said as you lay down.
The mattress felt like heaven under your tired body.
"I will get up for him."
"And what will you feed him with?" you asked with a yawn as you closed your eyes.
You could imagine the confusion on his face.
You fell asleep not long after that.
Dimitri stayed up and watched you.
He was so happy to have you back. He was able to finally find you.
And now there you slept next to him with his son sleeping in the other room.
Dimitri slowly got up and headed to the room next door.
He walked in and watched his son sleeping, Dimitri knelt on the floor next to the bed and watched his son sleep.
"You look just like me," he whispered and ran a finger down the baby's cheek.
His mind was completely blank all he could do was feel, Misha's cheek was so soft.
"I now completely understand your mother. I would have run away with you too."
Dimitri watched Misha sleep for about an hour before he headed back to his bed where you were.
He moved in under the blanket and pulled you close before he went to sleep.
His heart also felt full.
A/N: The above picture is not mine, credit goes to the owner. (once we have some gifs uploaded to Tumblr, I will be able to use those)
the voice of an angel // dmitri kravinoff x reader
-`♡´- pairing : dmitri kravinoff x reader
-`♡´- summary : when dmitri sees reader up on stage of a local restaurant, its love at first sight. he’s captivated by her and invites her to sing at his club…
-`♡´- warnings : alcohol consumption. nsfw. p in v, oral (male receiving), slight overstim, slight age gab, petnames, idk what else lmk if i should add something
-`♡´- notes : this actually sucks. i hate it more day after day. sorry this took so long. kind of got overwhelmed w projects, one part and uhh the last bit was written in kind of a rush so its not really proofread. also havent written filth like this in a while. DMITRI MY BABY UGGHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
-`♡´- word count : 5400
songs mentioned: heavy, no one noticed, over the moon
dont translate, modify or repost my work. you do not have permission. not my gif
As the lights shone on the stage and the music slowly started one last time, the audience cheered. Up on the stage stood a young woman, no older than twenty as she shyly approached the microphone again. It wouldn’t matter how often she stood on this, or any stage really, it would always be a little intimidating. Having all the people listen, some look at her as she sung.
Eventually, once she’d get lost in her element, she’d loosen up. Her voice ringing through the room quietly as the guests of the local pub or restaurant had their drinks or dinner.
Today she stood on the stage at the fine-dining restaurant that belonged to one of her fathers best friends. It was a busy Friday night and the place was stacked, filled with low conversation as couples had dinners, businessmen held meetings, and families celebrated birthdays.
The Ledbury had a high reputation here in London, and with the Christmas days coming up, the place was decorated to cozy up for the holidays.
The lyrics slowly came from her mouth as she held her hands on top of the microphone, eyes scanning the crowd and smiling brightly.
“It’s not right, ‘cause I’m so over being lonely.”
She noticed her fathers best friend at the bar and nodded at him. Her eyes once more looking over the guests that all had their conversations going on, or at least busing themselves with something.
“Make you mine, I need a virtual connection, take our time, be my video obsession.”
That’s when she locked eyes with a young gentleman. He was sitting in one of the booths with two other men but he paid no mind to them as he stared at her with big eyes, lips slightly parted as he tilted his head in adoration.
“Come on, don’t leave me, it can’t be that easy, babe. If you believe me, I guess I’ll get on a plane.”
His blonde hair seemed to glow a bit orange under the lights as he shifted his body to face her more. He let his gaze fall over her form, from the jewelry around her neck, to her dark blue velvet dress that fit her like a glove, to the bell sleeves that fell back on her arms as she shyly held on to the microphone, never breaking eye contact as she continued to sing.
“Fly to your city, excited to see your face. Hold me, console me, and then I’ll leave without a trace.”
The lyrics repeated themselves and she finally broke eye contact after offering him a shy smile, which he returned after she looked away. His brother shoved his shoulder in a playful manner, pulling his attention away from the singing girl and back to the important business meeting at hand.
Disappointment was evident all over Dmitri’s face when he looked back to see you gone. He had never heard a voice so angelic before, and that was a lot coming from someone who could mimic anyone. From your soft voice, to your sweet smile to the shy look in your eyes as you had held his gaze. His brother, Sergei, seemed to almost smell his disappointment as he sat back down after seeing their new business partner off.
“She’s at the bar.” That was all Dmitri needed to jump up from his seat and move towards said bar.
[Name] sat at the bar, taking small sips of her drink as she looked out the window. Snow was falling slowly on the already white streets of London. Louis, her fathers friend, had just handed her the envelope with her money and the tips customers had left her. It would always be insane to her how people left her tips, left her anything at all, just because they loved her singing so much. She was honoured and always made sure to thank the people would she see them again, most she did, seeing they were regulars.
She looked over to where that gentleman had sat before, seeing him nowhere in sight as she took another sip of her drink. The sweetness of it had her close her eyes as she savoured the drink.
“Excuse me, miss.” A voice besides her spoke up as she opened her eyes, smiling when she saw the handsome man before her. “Hi, I’m Dmitri Kravinoff.” he returned her smile as he held out his hand.
“[Name]. What can I help you with, mister Kravinoff?” he took her hand and to her surprise he didn’t shake it, no, he brought it up to his mouth and gently kissed her knuckles.
Dmitri his mind went a hundred miles an hour as he heard her say his name, smiling at him politely as she set down her drink on the bar. She was an angel sent down from heaven, he swore.
“I had a question, if you have the time.” he smiled as he shook his head, trying to get back to reality. She was even more beautiful up close, her voice even purer without the microphone.
He swore he could feel his knees get weak when he heard her giggle, such a beautiful and honest sound. Never before had he felt this feeling that he was feeling right now. It spread all across his body, from the tips of his ears to the tip of his dick as he felt his pants tighten.
“You have my full attention, mister Kravinoff.” she smiled at him, turning her body to face him as he smiled a toothy smile.
“You have an amazing voice, unlike anything I have ever heard before. I, um, I run a club, and I was wondering if you’d like to perform. I’d- the people would love you. Of course you’d be well compensated.” he was rambling as he looked her in the eye, hoping she’d accept his offer.
She tilted her head with a small frown before it turned into a smile, as if to think about it. Dmitri was staring at her with no shame as he watched her every move, never had he thought love at first sight was a real thing, until he laid eyes on this woman, [Name].
“Alright, what price are we talking?” she said, grinning at him as she caught him staring. She watched him stumble over his words as an assortment of random words fell out of his mouth. “I’m kidding, mister Kravinoff, for someone like you I’d do it for free.”
Dmitri stared at her with his eyes wide and mouth agape before the corners of his lips twisted upwards. He smiled so brightly his cheeks hurt as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. She took it from him and quickly took in the words.
Chameleon and the Hunter.
She swallowed. That was the most well known, most difficult to get into club in possibly all of Europe. She didn’t know the boss was such a young man.
He watched her reaction as she read the card. He watched her bite her lip as she swallowed before looking back up to meet his eyes and smiling.
“It would be an honor to perform at your club, mister Kravinoff.”
He grabbed her free hand again, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it again. A sign of respect, a thank you, a promise.
She’d call him tomorrow, she said and he nodded before bidding her farewell and returning to the table he was at before, this time with a slight jump in his step as his brother grinned at him, having seen the entire interaction.
It was two weeks later when the day finally rolled around. [Name] entered the club and was immediately met with the man she saw at the table with Dmitri two weeks prior.
“Sergei Kravinoff.” he introduced himself as he shook her hand. He was one unit of a man and he towered over her as she nodded and followed him to the stage. She’d have given Dmitri a list of songs a week prior once they had set a date. “The stage is yours whenever you’re ready.” Sergei said as the pianist came up to her with a smile. She quickly discussed what to start with, having a small conversation as she took off her coat before rushing to the restroom to make sure she appeared well and not like she just came out of the snowstorm outside.
Thankfully it wasn't too bad and before she knew it she was up on the stage of the club. It was busy and her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the handsome face she couldn’t wait to see again. It was filled with rich looking people, sipping their drinks and wearing clothes that cost more than her rent.
“I’m heavy. I’m by your side. Forget me. ‘Cause I know what I need. Like a loser like me could be fine.”
As she started singing, she noticed a few people turn their heads, smiling as her voice reached their ears.
“Is someone telling me don’t get in the water? What have I done? I don’t wanna get lost inside the color under my tongue.”
Her gaze continued to sweep over the many faces, some looking back at her, some swaying their heads to the beat of the music, some completely endorsed in conversation, too busy to hear her sing. Still no sign of Dmitri. Maybe he wasn’t even here, but she wasn’t about to let his absence ruin this magnificent chance at performing at this establishment.
“Cause I don’t wanna be in love with another, even in another life.”
As she continued to sing, she captured the eyes and ears of more and more people. Receiving the occasional cheer as she finished song after song. It had been nearly an hour since she got up on stage, and once a gentleman put up his hat in front of the stage and tossing money in it, it didn’t stop. Men and women threw in more and more bills and coins worth more than she would make in a week. She smiled brightly everytime someone new came up to the stage, she felt like she was dreaming.
Eventually she stopped, taking a break and resting her voice as the pianist took over again. He smiled at her as she made her way down the bar.
The bartender offered her a smile to match her own as he complimented her singing before taking her order.
“My brother sure has an eye for talent, you are magnificent.” Sergei Kravinoff stood beside her as she quietly sipped at her drink, feeling the welcome cold drink drip down her throat.
“Thank you, mister Kravinoff. It is truly an honor and a dream come true to perform on your stage.” [Name] stated as she cracked her neck to look at the older man. She’d have to guess him in his late twenties, incredibly handsome, immensely tall too. “Speaking of your brother, I haven’t seen him tonight.”
Sergei laughed softly as he dipped his head. “Ah, Dima had some business to take care of, had him on the phone a minute ago so he should be here in about ten minutes or so. He has been looking forward to seeing you up on that stage.”
“I’ll be your baby. There’s nothing better I’d rather do.”
Those were the first Dmitri heard when he entered his club. His eyes darted to the stage where you stood, eyes closed as you sang, hips slowly swaying with the music as you were concentrating on the words coming out of your mouth.
The dark red dress that adored your figure made you look beautiful as the warm lights shone down on you.
“This momentary ride, this fire by my side. Are you gonna be here with me? You know that I’ll be your baby.”
Dmitri ignored the stare of his brother as he moved to take a seat at the bar, never taking his eyes off you. He noticed the hat that sat in front of the stage, nearly spilling over with cash and he smiled. Well deserved, he thought.
“There’s nothing better I’d rather do. I’m lost completely.”
Your eyes opened and he watched as you searched the crowds eagerly. It took you a second but when your beautiful eyes met his own, a smile brighter than any he’d seen on you before spread over your face.
“I might as well be over the moon.”
A smile danced on his own features as you once again held his gaze like that one night. Seeing you here, in his club, smiling brightly and having the crowd, including himself, wrapped around your finger, Dmitri couldn’t help but fall in love with you more.
He knew his brother would call him silly, he barely knew you, if he knew anything about you at all besides your name that was. But gods, you looked like an angel, so beautiful and so at home on that stage. It made Dmitri lose his mind a little. A woman so beautiful, so talented, who’d accepted his offer without hesitation and question, before even knowing exactly who he was.
“For someone like you, I’d do it for free.” Those words had followed him for the last two weeks, along with the way his name fell off your lips. Someone like him, whatever you had meant with that.
Not for a second did he take his gaze off you. He remained fixated on you, a look in his eyes that even his brother had never seen before. You really had him wrapped around your finger, and he loved it. Dmitri couldn’t get enough of you, and when you finished your final song of the night, he stood up and clapped loudly, the crowd following suit as you smiled brightly, bowing a little before making your way down the stage.
Dmitri was in front of you before you realized, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles as he looked you in the eyes.
“Thank you, mister Kravinoff.” you said as you took him in from up close. The top buttons of his black dress shirt unbuttoned, the black suit jacket also unbuttoned and his hair slightly messy by the rough weather conditions outside. He looked so incredibly handsome it actually had you at a loss for words as you let him guide you towards the bar.
“It’s an honor to have you here, I should be thanking you, [Name].” he smiled as he gestured towards the bartender. “I am truly so happy you could make it.”
He looked like a little boy who just met his favorite superhero in a theme park as he looked at you.
You shook your head. You’d had many men and women in awe of your singing in the last few years, many offering you compliments, some giving you chances that you could only dream of but Dmitri? Dmitri was different. He was more than in awe, he was enthralled by you, he looked at you with such adoration that made your heart melt. Along with that he was a very handsome man, it was undeniable, it was a fact.
“I thank you for having me.” you said as you grabbed your drink, he did the same and he looked at you again.
“A toast, to you, and your magnificence.”
You giggled as you toasted with him, he was special, he had something that had you longing for more and so the start of a very long night began.
The two of you talked until deep in the night, about anything that came to mind, from schooldays to everyday life, from favorite foods to biggest fears. Eventually the club ran dry and you stood up from your chair, the clock had struck past three and it would be about time you headed home.
“I should get home, it’s late and I kind of have work tomorrow.” you smiled at Dmitri as he also stood up, helping you put on her coat with a boyish grin on his face.
He nodded at you, it was late indeed, and time seemed to have flown by. He watched you as you zipped up your coat, pulling your hair out of the back before throwing on your scarf. You looked adorable.
“Let me take you home, I wouldn’t want you wandering London at this time of the night and in this weather. I’d blame myself if something were to happen to you.” Dmitri offered, his driver had been waiting outside all this time for him, and the last thing he wanted was for you to walk through the snowstorm outside and get sick, or worse. London wasn’t safe at night.
“I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you. It’s only a twenty minute walk home, it’s fine, mister Kravinoff.” you began to decline his offer, genuinely not wanting to be a burden to the man.
You’d found out he turned twenty-six not too long ago, twenty-six and already having succeeded so much in life. You admired that, envied it even. You were right to assume that his brother, Sergei, was three years older than him, and the co-owner of the establishment. Somehow you also discovered he was oddly good at doing impressions, it was almost scary how spot on they were and it brought tears to your eyes from laughter as the two of you goofed around.
“Please, it wouldn’t be a bother. Count it as a thank you, for tonight.” you couldn’t explain the look in his eyes as anything other than hot as he awaited your reply.
Dmitri simply couldn’t get enough of you, the more the two of you talked the more enthralled he became. As you talked about your past and present, your dreams, everything that came out of your mouth made him want you more. He couldn’t give a damn about the people around him, for once he didn’t even seem to notice his brother's stares, he was so focused on you that everything else fell away.
Finally you nodded, agreeing and Dmitri’s excitement nearly shot through the sky as he told you to wait here for a minute before disappearing into a back door of the club. You’d expected him to come out with a jacket or something but nope, nothing seemed to be different as he came back out and wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you out into the cold winds. Once he sat down next to you in the car you turned to face him, he turned his head to look back at you and grinned.
“Didn’t know gentlemen still existed here in London.” you said, eyes falling over his figure with no shame, taking in what sat in front of you. From the gold chain peeking out from around his neck, to the way his hands laid idly in his lap as they fidgeted with his rings, to the way you noticed the bulge in his pants. You smirked and looked back up to meet his eyes.
“Rare sight to get a man to treat you well these days, huh?” one of his arms moved to rest on the back part of the chairs and you felt his fingers entangle in your hair, playfully testing the waters as he softly tugged on a lock of hair. Dmitri watched as your eyes closed, breath hitching in your throat as you let him pull your head backwards in the slightest.
“Yeah…” your words came out in a breath, more high pitched than you initially realized. You bit your lip when you looked at him again, eyes dropping down to his lips and lingering there before meeting his blue eyes again. You swallowed thickly as you felt his grip on your hair tighten.
Before you knew it you were straddling his lap and your lips were on his. His hands gripped your hips as he kissed you like a man who’d been starved. You felt the bulge in his pants grow more as you grinded your hips down on him, the only thing separating your core and his hard cock being the fabric of his pants and your panties, which you were sure were soaked in your juices already. You moaned into the kiss, your fingers lost in his hair as he pulled your hips closer.
“Gods,” He whispered as you leaned your forehead against his, pupils dilated, lips puffy as you gazed into his eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he brushed a lock of your hair back behind your ear before slowly kissing along your jaw, down your neck, finding that sweet spot that had you moaning softly. Slowly more and more lovebites and marks made its way onto your skin.
Your head was reeling by the time the car stopped in front of your apartment. Quickly looking out of the window before letting your eyes search Dmitri’s, you gave him a look, as if to ask him if he wanted to continue this. He caught on and brought his lips back to yours while he threw your coat back around your shoulders before opening the car door.
You fiddled with your keys, unable to stop them from shaking due to the cold and anticipation of what was about to happen. Dmitri’s hand closed around yours as he helped you unlock the door before the two of you rushed in, not sparing a moment before you were all over each other again. Your coat fell onto the floor of the hall and your heels and his shoes were discarded on the way as you made your way to your bedroom.
Before you could enter the room however, Dmitri had you pinned up against the door, hands groping at your breasts as he buried his face in your neck. “You sure you want to do this?” he mumbled, placing soft kisses on your warm skin.
“Wouldn’t have invited you in if I didn’t want this.” you moaned softly as he sucked on your skin, his hands moving to your back to find the zipper of your dress. Your hands were reaching for anything you could find, his chest, biceps, eventually ending back up in his curls.
“That’s my girl,” he said as you opened the bedroom door, stumbling in and taking him towards the bed. He finally managed to get your dress off and he watched in awe as it fell to the ground, smiling like crazy as he took in your body. Time seemed to slow down as you manoeuvred your hands into his suit jacket and took it off his shoulders, followed by your hands eagerly messing with the buttons of his dress shirt.
Once you had him shirtless you turned the both of you around as you pushed him down on the bed carefully, smirking at the surprise on his face by you taking the lead. He propped himself up on his elbows as he watched you unbuckle his belt, fidgeting with the button of his pants and his zipper before looking into his eyes as you took off his pants and boxers in one go. His eyes were hungry as he watched you lick your lips, eyeing his rock hard cock in front of you.
You gave him a devilish smile as you wrapped one of your hands around his length, slowly stroking him, watching as he already threw his head back at the feeling. He had dreamt of this ever since he first saw you, you had plagued his dreams and his waking life, you had him thinking of the filthiest things imaginable on the work floor but nothing he had imagined compared to the real thing.
Low whimpers changed to moans as you started sucking on his tip. Dmitri swore that he was in heaven when he felt your lips around his cock, all the while still stroking him with your hand. Almost out of reflex he brought his hand to your head, grabbing a fist full of your hair as your head bopped down on his length, tasting his precum on your tongue. You moaned at the feeling of him slightly pushing your mouth back onto his cock while he cursed under his breath. If your mouth alone already felt this heavenly, Dmitri couldn’t even begin to imagine how your cunt would feel.
“F-fuck,” Dmitri cursed as he watched you take his cock into your mouth, down to his base. You were a sight to look at, holding eye contact with him as you sucked his dick. The closer he got, the less control he had over his body, eventually his hips buckled, bringing tears to your eyes as your gag reflex was tested. “Jesus.” Dmitri was so lost in it, and seeing you there, tears mixed with your eye makeup dripping down your cheeks, it did things to him.
“Baby, f-fuck, I’m gonna-” Dmitri’s sentence was cut short as you suddenly pulled off, drool dripping down your chin, saliva strands hanging between you and his still very hard cock as you grinned at him. “You wanna kill me, pretty girl?” The giggle you let out had his dick twitching as he pulled you up on the bed between his legs, hands moving to undo your bra as you leaned your head against his shoulder, looking at him with those eyes that drove him absolutely crazy.
“Dmitri!” you gasped as he quite literally ripped off your panties, throwing them to the side before his fingers found their way to your clit. You didn’t have much time to protest more because before you knew it he had you moaning on his fingers. His head dipped back down to the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his fingers absolutely destroyed your cunt.
“Say that again, pretty, say my name.” It drove him crazy. The way his name fell off your lips might be his new favorite sound. His thumb came up to draw circles on your clit and you moaned loudly. “Thaaat’s it, sing for me, baby.” he spoke in such a tone that had you clenching your walls around his fingers, he grinned at the feeling, picking up his pace as he watched your face, scrunched up in pleasure as you made the prettiest sounds for him.
“So wet for me, doing so good for me, baby, such a good girl.” you moaned at his words, throwing your head back against his shoulder as you felt your orgasm approaching.
“Dmi- Dmitri I’m- Please,” you gasped, not being able to think straight and form coherent sentences.
“I know, pretty girl. You wanna cum?” You nodded at his words, he had you at his mercy completely. “Go on then, let go for me.”
That was all you needed to hear as your orgasm washed over you, Dmitri’s pace never slowing down as he rode you through your orgasm. His fingers reached places that had your toes curling in pleasure as he curled them up in your velvety walls.
“Dmitri, god-” you hiccuped as he continued to finger your cunt, the overstimulation was building up as you gripped his wrist, trying to get him to slow down. You heard him laugh slowly before retracting his hand. “N-not nice.” you leaned your head against his shoulder, watching his face as he brought his hand up to his face and licking his fingers clean off your juices.
God that’s hot.
You turned around, bringing your lips back to his, moaning softly as you tasted yourself on his lips.
“I need you, Dmitri.” You said, your kisses going down to his jaw, gently sucking and biting here and there as you went, feeling him grip at your hips, moving you to lay down.
Your head rested on your pillows as you watched him settle between your legs, smiling when he leaned over to press a kiss to your lips.
“You ready, baby?” his voice was low, and soft and he was oh so gentle as he guided his dick towards your clit. You heard him sigh in contentment once he bottomed out inside of you, and your fingers moved to intertwine into his hair.
You moaned when you felt him move slightly. “Please, please, please, Dima please.” you buried your face in his neck, feeling a soft laugh run through him.
“Begging already, are we pretty girl?” you nodded shamelessly. Your previous orgasm had you sensitive yet you couldn’t help but want more. Want him. “Whatever you wish.” he said with a kiss to the side of your head.
You moaned loudly as you felt him pull out and immediately thrust back in, setting a comfortable pace as he placed soft kisses on your shoulder while you scratched up his with your nails.
Dmitri was engulfed by it all, he was surrounded by you fully. Your moans, whimpers, your still slightly teary eyes, the look you gave him before kissing him with such passion he didn’t know was possible.
“You feel so good, baby. So so good.” he muttered against your lips as he pulled back from the kiss. He felt you slightly nod, looking at him with adoration when his hand groped at your breast again. It was so overwhelming, it was so good.
His hands slowly moved lower, and lower, reaching between the two of you to draw circles on your clit, watching how your eyes immediately rolled back in pleasure as your back arched.
“Dima, oh. You,” There wasn’t a single right word coming out of your mouth as you looked at the smiling man above you. “So handsome.” you managed between heavy breaths, looking how his smile somehow got even brighter as you reached up and held his face with one of your hands, adoring him.
You felt him picking up the pace as he lifted one of your legs up over his shoulder, your hand falling back on the duvet cover, which you gripped tightly. He reached so much deeper inside of you now. Dmitri felt it too, how your walls clenched around him and how you pressed your eyes closed in pleasure. A string of words came out of you, and neither of you could tell you what you said. The only clear thing being his name.
He reached places inside of you that you were sure of no one had ever touched before.
“Dima. I- Close-” your words were cut short as his fingers came back to your clit, rubbing circles as he groaned.
“I know, baby, me too.” he breathed out, his face scrunched up in pleasure. “Are you on anything?”
You nodded, “Y-yeah, pill. Ah. Please, Dima. Please.”
He nodded, looking you in the eye and giving you a small smile.
“Gonna cum, pretty girl?” he watched you nod, “C’mon then, let go for me.”
That was all you needed to hear before your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, moaning out his name as you did. You felt him put your leg down as he leaned over, gently kissing you as he chased his own high.
“Dima, oh god, Dima, please inside,”
You definitely knew how to kill him, Dmitri thought, those two words drove him crazy.
“Thank you- Fuck fuck fuck, [Name]” he cursed before you heard him moan and letting his head fall on your shoulder. “Gods, my, so good.” You moaned softly as you felt him fill you up, painting your walls white.
He softly lowered himself on top of you, catching his breath as he rested for a second.
“That was…”
“Perfect.” You finished for him before he could say something else and you felt him nod against your chest, his soft curls tickling your chin. One of your hands moved to them, gently swiping some of the curls away from his sweaty forehead.
You didn’t mean to fall asleep right there and then, but you did and Dmitri noticed as soon as your fingers stilled in his hair, so he looked up to you, only to see your eyes closed and lips slightly parted, indicating your sleeping state.
Slowly but surely he pulled out of you, slightly aweing at the way his seed dripped out of your pussy before looking around the room. He spotted the bathroom and walked over as quietly as he could to not wake you. He came back with a glass of water and a towel to clean you up.
You looked so soft, so adorable as you slept, and Dmitri couldn’t help himself to gently kiss your forehead as he pulled the blanket over you.
“Mmh…?” you stirred from your sleep and your eyes met Dmitri’s blue ones once again. “Come, please.” You murmured as you opened your arms, welcoming him back.
Dmitri smiled as he got under the blanket with you. wrapping his arms around you and gently caressing your back as you cuddled up to him.
“Dmitri?” you questioned, cracking your neck to look at him. You heard him hum in reply, “I think I might start to like you a lot.”
He laughed, smiling at you and your complete honesty. “Oh, baby.” he brought his lips down to yours before speaking softly “I know I loved you ever since you got up on that stage in The Ledbury.”
You giggled and buried your face back into his chest, feeling it vibrate with laughter before his adorable laugh echoed through the room.
Summary: Months after Simon Kalivoda’s tragic death, you visit his grave, never expecting to see him again. But Shadyside is full of horrors. And maybe, just maybe, a miracle.
Shadyside had a way of swallowing people whole, leaving nothing but ghosts behind.
That’s what you told yourself when you stood at Simon Kalivoda’s grave, fingers tightening around the bouquet of flowers in your hands.
It had been months.
Long enough for the town to move on, long enough for people to stop whispering about the massacre.
But you never moved on.
How could you?
He wasn’t just another name on the news. He was Simon.
Loud, ridiculous, reckless Simon who swore he’d live forever.
And yet here you were, talking to a headstone.
“I hate this,” you muttered, kneeling in the dirt. “You weren’t supposed to go out like that. Not you.” Your voice cracked, and you clenched your jaw. “And now I’m standing here, talking to you like a crazy person, hoping you can hear me wherever you are.”
The wind howled through the trees, rustling the leaves around you. A chill ran up your spine, but you ignored it.
“I miss you,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “More than I thought was possible.”
A sharp crack echoed through the cemetery. It was like twigs snapping underfoot.
You froze.
Slowly, you turned, expecting some drunk kids messing around. But there was no one there. Just rows of gravestones, shadows stretching long beneath the moonlight.
You swallowed hard and turned back.
Only to come face to face with Simon.
Your breath caught, the world tilting sideways. You couldn't even scream.
He looked… real. Solid. Alive.
Not a ghostly figure or a vision, but Simon.
He was standing there in his stupid ripped jeans and an oversized hoodie, hair messy as ever.
Your heart hammered. “What the-”
“Holy shit.” His voice was rough like he hadn’t used it in a long time. His wide, disbelieving eyes scanned you before he let out a breathless laugh. “I-am I dead? Wait, no-was I dead?”
You stumbled back, hands shaking. “This isn’t real.”
Simon looked just as freaked out as you, staring at his own hands before touching his chest. “I-this is so fucked up.” His eyes flicked back to you, desperate. “Is this a dream? Am I dreaming?”
You didn’t know what to say. You could barely breathe. Your mind screamed at you to run, but your heart-your heart told you to move closer.
“Simon,” you whispered.
His eyes softened. “It’s really you.”
Tears blurred your vision as you reached out, hesitantly brushing your fingers against his arm. Warm. Real.
He was real.
That was all it took. Suddenly, you were throwing yourself at him, and Simon caught you without hesitation, arms wrapping around you like he’d never let go.
He smelled the same, faint cologne, cheap shampoo, a hint of candy.
“I thought you were gone,” you choked out against his shoulder.
Simon exhaled shakily, squeezing you tighter. “Me too.” He pulled back just enough to look at you. “What happened? I-” He swallowed hard. “I remember the axe. The pain. And then… nothing.” His brows furrowed. “How the hell am I here?”
You shook your head. “I don’t know. I don’t care.”
Simon let out a breathless laugh. “God, I missed you.” His hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing away the stray tears. “I don’t know what’s going on, but if this is real and I get a second chance...” He swallowed hard, searching your face. “I don’t wanna waste it.”
Your throat tightened. “You never wasted anything, Si.”
He huffed. “That’s not true. I wasted so much time pretending I didn’t want more with you.” His voice dropped, more serious than you’d ever heard it. “I want it now. If you’ll have me.”
You didn’t answer. You just kissed him.
And when he kissed you back, warm and alive and real, you knew one thing for certain.
Simon Kalivoda might have died that night.
But somehow, some way, he had come back for you.
And this time, you weren’t letting go.
Shadyside is full of horrors. And maybe, just maybe, you were allowed a single miracle.
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Summary: You left him, you ran away. But he found you, and he needs answers.
"Why? I thought you were different. You left me... just like my brother did."
His voice was low, almost trembling, as if saying the words physically hurt. You couldn’t look at him, not now, not after everything. For eleven long months, you had avoided him like your life depended on it.
Because it did.
And now, after all that time, there he was, Dimitri. Sitting across from you in his lavish private club, the one place you swore you’d never set foot in again.
The chandelier above him cast a light on his face, but there was nothing warm in his expression.
Only confusion. Hurt. And Anger.
You hadn’t come here willingly. He’d had you taken.
Pulled from your quiet life and thrown back into his orbit as if gravity had never stopped pulling.
Now he stared at you, elbows on the table, as if he could reach through the silence and shake the truth from your bones.
"Why?" he asked again, quieter this time. His voice cracked. It cut through you deeper than a scream ever could.
You swallowed hard. “I had my reason.”
He scoffed, leaning closer. “I know you still love me. I see it in your eyes. So what could possibly explain this?”
“I can’t-” You flinched as his fist came down on the table with a heavy thud. The glass beside him rattled and nearly tipped.
“Bullshit,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Did you find someone? Someone better than me? Taller? Stronger?”
“No,” you said instantly. Your voice was barely a whisper, but it carried.
He stared at you, jaw clenched. “Then why?”
The shout echoed through the room like a gunshot. You squeezed your eyes shut, your hands trembling in your lap.
And then you said it, the truth you had held inside for nearly a year.
“Because I was scared,” you whispered, your voice cracking, “and pregnant.”
The words broke free from your chest like chains snapping loose.
You exhaled shakily, eyes cast down at your feet as hot tears welled behind your lashes. “I was terrified of your father.”
You looked up and met his stunned gaze.
“It broke me to leave you, Dimi. But I had to. You know how much he hated me. You know what he was capable of. If he found out...”
His eyes were wide, his lips parted in stunned silence.
“He told me,” you continued, “on your birthday. He looked me dead in the eye and said if I ever got pregnant, he’d kill the baby. And me. He meant it, Dimi.”
He swallowed hard, his face pale. “Why didn’t you tell me he threatened you?”
“You know why. He was always watching. Always listening. I couldn’t risk it. So I ran. I ran like a coward. And I’m sorry.”
You rose from your chair, the instinct to flee still buried deep inside you. But as you turned to leave, his voice stopped you cold.
“He’s dead, you know.”
You froze.
“I took over the business. My father’s gone. Buried. He can never hurt you again.”
You turned slowly, staring at him as if seeing him for the first time.
“How?” you asked quietly.
“Hunting accident,” he said, but there was a flicker in his expression. “Though... I know my brother had something to do with it.”
You stared at him, heart pounding. “So… it’s really over?”
“It’s over. He’s gone. And I want you to come back to me. I’ll protect you. Both of you.”
He stepped toward you, his chest rising and falling quickly. When he got close, you instinctively placed your hands on him, not to push him away, just to stop him, to feel him.
Your palms rested on his chest, and he didn’t move. Just waited.
Your eyes searched his face. “Is he really. dead?”
Dimitri nodded once. You blinked back more tears. “Our son… his name is Mikhail. I call him Misha.”
A breath hitched in his throat.
“He’s two months old. A kind woman in my building watches him while I work.” You looked over your shoulder, instinctively checking the door. “I can bring him to you. If you want.”
His hands gently closed over yours, lifting them from his chest and holding them between you.
“You’re so beautiful, I missed you every damn day.”
“I’m so sorry.”
The tears you’d held back finally slipped free, but he pulled you in before they could fall far. His arms wrapped around you like he was scared to let go again. His lips met yours, soft, slow, reverent. Like a prayer.
And just like that, you were lost in him again.
How could you have ever left?
“I’ll get a car,” he murmured. “Let’s go get our son. I want us to go home. All three of us.”
You nodded against his chest. “I need to pack his things. The apartment isn’t much.”
“I don’t care. I’m going with you.”
“You’re not going to like it,” you warned gently.
You were right.
---
The building stood in stark contrast to Dimitri’s world, narrow halls, peeling paint, a crooked stairwell.
He stood frozen at the entrance, his sharp suit glaring against the faded wallpaper.
You didn’t wait.
You hurried upstairs, heart racing, you knocked on your neighbour’s door.
“I brought someone to meet you,” you whispered to Misha as you lifted him from the woman’s arms. His little giggle filled the air and almost brought you to your knees. “Your father,” you told him, nuzzling his soft cheek.
When Dimitri entered the apartment, his expression twisted, half shock, half sorrow.
“Misha,” you said, speaking in that soft, lilting tone only babies could bring out of you. “Look who it is.”
He was so tiny. But there was no mistaking it, he looked just like his father.
“My son,” Dimitri breathed as you placed the baby into his arms.
He held him so carefully, reverently, like he was cradling something holy.
“I promise you,” he said softly, “I will be so much better than the man who raised me.”
You believed him.
---
Later, back at Dimitri’s home, your new home, you laid Misha down in the guest bed, surrounded by soft pillows.
“We’ll decorate a room for him,” Dimitri said, already pulling his phone out to make arrangements. “He’ll have everything he needs.”
“Thank you, Dimi,” you whispered, heart full.
When you finally collapsed into bed, he joined you, laying down close.
“He usually wakes up once to eat,” you murmured, already drifting.
“I’ll get up for him,” he said.
You smiled with your eyes closed. “And feed him with what, exactly?”
The silence that followed made you chuckle.
You didn’t hear him laugh, but you felt his arm wrap around you.
---
Dimitri couldn’t sleep.
He lay there for a long while, watching you. Listening to the soft rise and fall of your breath. Then, quietly, he slipped from the bed and padded to the guest room.
He knelt beside the bed where Misha lay fast asleep, his little chest rising and falling.
“You look just like me,” Dimitri whispered, brushing a finger along his son’s cheek. It was impossibly soft.
His throat tightened.
“I understand your mother now. I would’ve ran, too.”
He stayed there, watching Misha sleep for a long time. And then, finally, he returned to bed. To you.
He pulled you close, burying his face in your shoulder as sleep finally took him.
For the first time in a long time, his heart felt whole.
A/N: This is a rewritten piece of Full Again I didn't like the original story as much so I decided to change it up a little and make it more interesting.
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Summary: You meet with a handsome stranger in a bar where he sings.
It was a new place for you.
You have never been to such a bar before. It was sophisticated.
You heard rumours that this place belongs to the mafia.
You worried that might come up and haunt you.
But all your worries disappeared when your eyes locked with the singer.
A young man with the voice of an angel. He was able to copy anyone's voice and sing. It was truly mesmerising.
But it wasn't just his voice that captured your attention and captivated you.
He was also absolutely handsome.
His beautiful blonde hair, curly, his eyes so beautiful and you felt like they looked right through you and into your soul.
He was watching you, you could tell he was.
So, naturally, you got up and left.
Running away.
You didn't want to lull yourself into beliefs you knew were not true. To fantasize of a man who would never want anything from you.
You knew better than to allow yourself to dream and get hurt.
But you couldn't forget him.
You would ask yourself, "But did you go back?"
Of course, you did.
You went back to the bar and sat at the furthest table from the stage.
But his eyes still found you.
And this time, you couldn't get away.
Like a predator with its prey, he walked over to you, maintaining his eye contact, it felt so intense.
Take your breath away.
Before you knew it, he was sitting across from you asking for your name and for a new drink to be brought to you.
You felt like you couldn't breathe.
---
You got into the elevator, and let out a long sigh.
Your back hurt, your feet hurt, your eyes hurt and you were beyond tired.
Work was demanding.
You opened the door to your apartment and let out a long sigh.
You noticed the pair of shoes by the door.
"Dimi?" you called into the apartment.
"Kitchen." his reply came as you took off your shoes and jacket.
"Oh." you turned the corner and entered the kitchen, it smelled heavenly in there. "What are you doing?"
"Cooking some spaghetti with that cheese sauce you like so much."
"How did you know this is exactly what I wanted?" you walked over to him as he opened his arms and kissed your cheek.
"Go shower and change. I will be done by the time you are ready."
"You are perfect." you gave him one kiss on the cheek.
After your shower, you change into something comfortable.
Just as he promised, food was ready by the time you got out of the shower.
"This is so good," you said as you bit into your pasta.
"You work too hard. I told you, you don't have to work, I have enough money." Dimitri said and you looked at him.
You had this conversation many times, one even ended with a fight.
"I know," you said with a sigh. "But I still want to work. This week was rough, but I will survive. And it was all worth it to come home and have you cook for me." you smiled at him and he smiled back.
After dinner, you two sat down and decided to watch a movie.
You cuddled into him as his arm held you close occasionally placing a small kiss on your head.
You loved these moments when it was only the two of you.
Not his father or brother.
Just you two.
A/N: Testing the waters with this one. The above picture is not mine! Credit goes to the owner. There will be more to come! Hope you enjoyed it!
The typically stylish, luxurious space was softened by warm lights hung in the windows.
Soft music played in the background, the crackle of an old record adding a layer of intimacy that only Dimitri would have thought of.
You sat on the couch, legs tucked under you, a glass of champagne in your hand.
Across the room, Dimitri was arranging a plate of fruit and chocolates on the coffee table.
His rolled-up sleeves revealed his forearms, and his movements, though usually effortless, seemed more deliberate tonight.
He looked delicious.
"This is really something," you said, breaking the calm. "You didn’t have to go all out."
He looked up at you, his mouth curling into a small smile.
"It is a special night after all," he replied, straightening. "I wanted our first New Year's Eve to be amazing."
"It already is," you assured him, patting the space beside you. "You being here with me? That’s all I need."
He hesitated briefly before joining you on the couch.
His arm brushed against yours as he settled beside you, his eyes were filled with kindness.
"You know," he began after a moment, his voice lower, "I’ve never really been one for New Year’s Eve celebrations. Too loud. Too crowded. Always felt... meaningless."
You tilted your head to look at him, intrigued. "Then why celebrate this year?"
"Because with you, it feels like it actually means something."
A smile spread across your face at his words, your heart felt so full.
You leaned closer, resting your head on his shoulder.
On the TV, the countdown began, numbers flashing boldly across the screen.
"Ten seconds," you murmured, glancing up at Dimitri.
His focus wasn’t on the TV.
His eyes were entirely on you.
His beautiful eyes held a depth of emotion you couldn’t quite figure out, but it made your pulse quicken.
"Five," you whispered, leaning just a little closer.
"Four," his hand found yours, his fingers moving through yours with purpose.
"Three," you could feel his breath on your lips.
"Two."
"One," his lips found yours, gentle yet purposeful as if he’d been waiting for this moment and didn’t want to rush it.
You could hear the people on the streets cheer, but it felt distant.
To you, everything disappeared.
It was only the two of you in the moment.
His touch was warm, his hand cradling your face with a tenderness that made you forget about everything else.
When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, a small smile on his lips.
"Happy New Year," he whispered.
"Happy New Year," you replied.
You knew exactly what the new year would bring.
It will bring love and care.
Freedom and passion.
You couldn't wait to explore it all with him.
A/N: Above photo is not mine! Hope you liked this!
Summary: With thee, I would forsake all else, for thou art my very heart and the flame that giveth me life. Let us away, where nought may shackle us, and weave a love as untamed and infinite as the heavens above.
Isaac moved silently through the dark forest, his lantern shielded to keep its glow from being noticed.
He had to be careful.
Each step brought him closer to the small jailhouse, where you were held, and accused of witchcraft.
The nonsense of it burned in his chest, he knew you better than anyone, and the accusations were as baseless as they were cruel.
You were no witch.
When he reached the building, he worked quickly, his tools making soft clicks as he picked the lock on the door.
The hinges groaned as it opened, and he froze, holding his breath until he was certain no one had heard.
Inside, the air was thick and cold, the faint sound of rustling urging him to the back of the room.
He was quick to find you. You were held like an animal. He hated that.
“(Y/N),” he whispered, crouching near the bars of your cell.
At the sound of his voice, you lifted your head from your knees.
In the dim light, he could see the lines of tears on your face. Yet, he found kindness in your eyes when you realised that it was him.
“Isaac,” you said, your voice shaky and quiet.
“I had to come,” he said softly. “I couldn’t leave you here alone.”
You crawled closer to the bars, your hands gripping the cold metal.
“I swear, I’ve done nothing wrong. I’m not—” You stopped, your voice breaking, it was all too much.
“I know,” he interrupted, his voice steady. “I know you’re no witch. You’re kind, selfless, everything they’ve forgotten how to see. This madness has to stop.”
You reached through the bars, and he took your hand in his, his grip firm and warm. It comforted you a little.
Despite all that was going on, Isaac seemed the only one who was able to ground you.
“They say I will hang by morning,” you whispered. “I’m so scared, Isaac.”
“I won’t let that happen,” he said firmly. “I’ll get you out of here before it’s too late. We’ll leave this place and start over somewhere safe.”
You stared at him, hope mixing with doubt.
“How can you be sure?”
“Because I’ll make it happen,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “Trust me. Be ready.”
Before he slipped away, he pressed a kiss to your hand, a quiet vow that he wouldn’t let you down.
All you had to do was trust and wait for him.
The next morning, just before daylight, Isaac waited for the perfect moment.
The people were distracted, their attention drawn by another commotion. He moved swiftly, unlocking your cell with practised ease. When he stepped inside, the sight of you made him stop in his tracks.
Your face was bruised, and your wrists bore the raw marks of ropes. Cuts and bruises lined your arms, the cruel evidence of what you’d endured.
“(Y/N),” he breathed, he had to control himself or else he would murder everyone who dared to touch you. “What have they done to you?”
You tried to stand, wincing as pain shot through your legs.
“It’s nothing,” you said, though the effort to appear strong was not fooling him.
“It’s not nothing,” he said, moving quickly to help you. He needed to take a deep breath to calm himself. “We’re leaving.”
He helped you out of the cell, his arm steady around your waist.
The two of you moved through the forest, the sounds of the town fading behind you.
Isaac had a carriage with a horse prepared. He managed to collect some food and items you will need.
The journey was cruel, but Isaac never stopped.
When you couldn’t walk, he carried you, whispering quiet reassurances to keep you calm.
Days later, you reached a secluded clearing deep in the woods, far from the judgment and cruelty of others.
Far from the false accusations.
Isaac built a small home for the two of you, a safe haven where you could begin to heal and move on.
Slowly, the marks of your imprisonment faded, replaced by the warmth of a new start.
Only the memories stayed.
"Thank you for saving me." you told him one evening while you washed the dishes. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you.
"I would do it all over again."
Months passed, and under the stars, you and Isaac exchanged vows. There were no witnesses but the trees, no altar but the earth beneath your feet and the trees above your heads.
"I promise I will be a good wife. I have been a good friend but I will be an even better partner."
"I promise I will keep you safe, I will continue to build our life together and be a good husband to you."
That night, as you lay in bed together, his arms wrapped protectively around you, you broke the comfortable silence.
“Do you ever think about that night?” you asked softly.
“Every day,” he admitted, his voice low. “It reminds me of what we’ve overcome, and what we’ve built together since. I’ll never stop being grateful that I got you out in time.”
You turned to face him, your fingers brushing against his cheek.
“I don’t regret any of it,” you said. “If it meant ending up here with you, in your arms, I’d survive it all again.”
His eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss you, a tender, lingering kiss. You thought it would be impossible but he pulled you closer.
“We’ve left the darkness behind, the accusations and the madness,” he whispered, pulling you closer. “And now we have a lifetime together.”
As you drifted into sleep in his arms, it all felt so right.
You have never felt this free, safe, and filled with love.
A/N: The above photo is not mine, it just inspired me to write. I hope you enjoyed it.
Summary: You were only meant to put the supplies away. But now you are locked in there with Simon.
It was supposed to be a quick thing.
You were asked to put away some supplies in the back room.
You didn't expect to be trapped in here with Simon, of all people. But now, with the door locked and no way to get out, you found yourself standing in the small, cluttered supply room.
You felt the tension between you both.
“Great,” Simon muttered, trying the handle for what seemed like the fifth time. “This is just fantastic.”
“We’re not exactly in danger. I mean, at least we’ve got all these supplies to keep us company.” You tried to laugh it off.
“Yeah, real cosy.” he laughed a little.
Your eyes scanned the room, trying to ignore the awkwardness hanging in the air.
You couldn’t help but notice how Simon was standing a little closer than usual, his posture relaxed but somehow still tense.
You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it felt different, you thought it was the room, the fact that you were locked in there, made him nervous.
“Guess we’re stuck here for a while,” you said, shifting on your feet, trying to break the awkward tension.
Simon nodded, his gaze flicking to the door one last time before he looked at you.
There was something in his expression that you couldn't quite put your finger on.
Took you a while for you to realize, he wanted to say something.
“Look, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while. And I know this is not the best circumstance, and I’m not good at this, but I think you should know. I like you. A lot. I’ve liked you for a while.”
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you processed his words.
All that time you’d spent wondering if he noticed you if he even saw you as more than just someone he went to the same school with and now here he was, admitting it.
“Wait, are you really?” You heard how surprised you sounded. And you really were.
Simon rubbed the back of his neck, and let out a nervous laugh.
“Yeah. I mean, I’ve been dumb about it, honestly. But I think it’s about time I admitted it.”
For a moment, you were silent, your mind racing.
You never thought he might feel the same way.
“Well, I—” You started, but the nerves almost got the better of you. “I like you too, Simon. I’ve liked you since you helped me out on my first day. I didn’t know if you even saw me the same way. Or if you even noticed me.”
Simon’s face lit up with a smile, it was the most beautiful smile you have ever seen.
“So… I guess this means you’re, like, my girlfriend now, right?”
“I hope so.” he wanted to laugh but held it in.
The smile on his face got bigger, and without another word, he pulled you into a hug.
His hug was warm and comforting, and for the first time, everything felt right. Ever since you moved to Shadyside.
Being stuck in a supply room with Simon didn’t seem so bad anymore.
But just as the moment started to settle in, there was a loud rattle at the door.
You both jumped apart, and Simon scrambled to the door, pulling it open with a sigh of relief.
Mr. Hall stood there, eyebrows raised in surprise.
“What are you two doing in here? The bell’s about to ring,” Mr. Hall asked, looking between the two of you.
“Uh, we got stuck. Lock malfunction.” Simon grinned.
“Just don’t make a habit of it.” Mr. Hall gave you both a sceptical look but shrugged.
As the teacher left, Simon turned to you, with excitement in his eyes.
“So, about that date… How about dinner tonight?”
You smiled, the butterflies in your stomach still in a whirlpool.
“Dinner sounds perfect.”
“Seven o’clock?”
“Seven works for me.”
And just like that, your first real date with Simon was set.
The fact that it had started with being stuck in a supply room didn’t seem so bad after all.
At least, you learned that your little crush wasn't so hopeless after all.
