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he had come from a heated argument with his father after jj finally managed to get the money for his restitution, in an effort to be a good friend and help pope after what happened with topper's boat, only for his father to demand it for gambling instead.

shortly before this, you, kie, and pope had stumbled upon jj lounging in a jacuzzi, surrounded by champagne bottles and lavish party supplies. at first, all of you wondered why jj spent all his money, but the truth soon unraveled before you three.

when jj stood up from the bubbling water, his usual smirk cracked, and he broke down before your eyes. that’s when it began to come together—the setup was paid for with the money meant for his restitution, an attempt at a desperate escape from the reality of his home life. the weight of his struggles hit all of you hard when you found out.

after you all comforted him together, kie and pope retreated back inside with john b, and you stayed with jj. now, the two of you sat under the open sky, the faint hum of the jacuzzi filling the quiet as you held him close.

"will you always be here for me though y/n?"

you gently grasped his face, lifting it so his eyes met yours. in a firm but tender tone, you said, "of course! you know this."

tears welled up in his eyes again as he choked out, "i'm so sorry i hadn't told you before."

you shook your head softly, your voice steady and full of understanding. "jayj, it's okay. i understand completely. no matter when you told me, it wouldn’t have changed anything. i'd still be here for you."

all jj could think to do right now was kiss you softly. his lips met yours in a gentle, trembling kiss, which was his expression of gratitude and love that words couldn’t convey.

when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm. "i don't deserve you." he whispered, his voice breaking slightly.

you cupped his face again, brushing a thumb across his cheek. "don’t say that, jayj. you deserve so much more than what you’ve been given. and i’m not going anywhere, okay?"

he nodded, swallowing hard as he leaned into your touch, the tension in his body easing just a little. the two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s presence under the soft glow of the stars, finding a quiet moment of peace in the chaos.

jj again lifted his head to level with yours and passionately leaned in for another warm kiss. he gently cupped your face, holding you close as his lips stayed against yours. your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

when you breathed, jj took it as a moment for your tongues to meet and interact with each other strongly. you began to whimper gently into his mouth as you felt his large bulge press against soundly against your core.

you pulled away from him, your mouths only an inch from each other and your noses softly touching, and both of your ragged breaths could be heard as you maintained eye contact. jj whined after you pulled away, looking at you with his hungered gaze.

you muttered to him as he began to roam your body with his ringed hands, "jj, they're inside..."

"i know, but i don't care." you loudly gasped as he used his left hand to grope your round behind and his right hand to cup your lower breast.

as you gasped, he used the opportunity to again kiss you and meet his tongue with yours. you could feel from the intensity from the strength of his ravenous mouth in yours that he was in need of you, in need of your body.

he lifted you up and sat you down on his thigh, maintaining the edacious interaction of your tongues intertwined. though you were soaked in water, you could feel your wetness seeping out of your needy hole and could feel yourself clench around emptiness.

jj pulled back to say, "i need you so fucking bad right now, baby."

you were as hungry as him, yearning for his touch, and started to grind your aching cunt against his thigh through your already soaking bikini bottoms. the warmth of the water further pleasured you and you moaned against his mouth, portraying your desirous lust for him. you continued to grind against him, yearning for his thick cock inside you which he was palming.

he murmured, feeling his hot breath against your neck, "mhm...such a good girl for me. look at you grinding yourself against me like that."

he gently began to trail a path of kisses around your neck and was keeping a secure hold on your plush cheeks, guiding your hips as they rolled against him. he was incredibly rock hard at this sight, and feeling your warm core grind against his thigh, made his precum soak through.

in a raspy and breathless tone, he whispered out into your ear as he stroked himself through his shorts, "what a dirty fucking whore...just a few seconds ago, you were saying how all of our friends were inside but look at you now, your needy cunt wants daddy's cock so much, she can't control herself."

his teasing only pushed you towards your release and you continued to grind against him, the pleasure feeling measureless and controlling you through your body from head to toe. your attention was solely focused on this, the most lewd sounds currently coming out of your mouth.

"i know how much you love when i treat you like the slut you are, how wet you get. how much you love when i have you so hungry for my touch."

you begin to fasten your pace and further grind your crotch against jj's thigh, eager to reach a level of tension that he always made you feel when he was buried deep inside of your walls. meanwhile, he has his hand deep into his shorts, stroking himself at the sight of you.

and suddenly, jj grabbed your face with his hand, looking fiercely and hungrily into your eyes as he said, "you wanna cum, huh? well, why aren't you answering me at all?" he further continued speaking his words, "all i can hear from you is your moaning..." he began to taunt you by mimicking your moaning. "but if you wanna cum, you have to use your words. and maybe, maybe...i will let you cum. so what will it be?"

"yes daddy...you're right. please let me cum on you, i need you so bad!"

he confidently smirked and chuckled, maintaining his grasp on your face. "i know, i know you do."

you felt that coil tighten in your stomach as you felt your release approach you. your orgasm was intensely running through your body as you felt yourself convulse around his thigh and further continued to harshly grind your cunt on him while arching your back, maintaining that same tension and riding out your high. you cried out of pure ecstasy controlling you, but jj quickly covered your mouth while he was panting, nearly tugging as his cock that was reaching his release seeing you approach yours.

you held yourself up by keeping your hands on his broad shoulders, both of your panting could be heard and combined with each other's, eventually synchronizing. you felt your juices releasing out of you and onto his skin while he placed two fingers, full of his cum, in front of your mouth, signaling for you to suck. you obediently opened your mouth and sucked the cum off of his fingers, moaning at the taste of him in your mouth and savoring every drop.

you moved your body to sit next to him and leaned your head against his shoulders, searching for his hand to hold. you both sat in comfort with each other, holding each other's hands, as the warmth of your connection filled the tub like an embrace.

"i love you so much, y/n," jj whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "i really needed this...i needed you."

you looked up at him, your heart swelling with affection. "i needed you too, jj," you murmured, gently cupping his face. "you're everything to me." you leaned in, brushing your lips against his, a promise of your love and devotion.

Social Media AU

GOSSIP GIRL: Outer Banks (JJ x pogue!reader)

summary: JJ hard launches your relationship on Instagram after 6 months of dating in secret, for good reason. Now the secrets out and all of Outer Banks knows, including Gossip Girl.

Part 1 ✩ Part 2 ✩ Part 3 ✩ Part 4 ✩ Part 5

Part 6 ✩ Part 7 ✩ Part 8 ✩ Part 9 ✩

Part 10 ✩ Part 11 ✩ Part 12 ✩ Part 13 ✩

Part 14 ✩ Part 15 ✩ Part 16 ✩ Part 17

Series

The Beginning of Us (babydaddy!rafe x sweetheart!reader)

summary: You and Rafe were high school sweethearts that continued into college however Rafe went down the wrong path and you found out you were pregnant. 4 years later finds you and Rafe trying to navigate co-parenting your 3 year old son while overcoming life’s obstacles and past experiences.

Part 1 ✩ Part 2 ✩ Part 3 ✩

Rafe knew that this would be the outcome. God , did he know.

He wasn’t going to be the one. The one that you chose to love. Choose to marry , to have children with , to grow old with. He knew that and still— still , he couldn’t help but think that if everything was different ; if this situation wasn’t what it was and it was just you and him , that he would’ve been.

If one thing had been different , would everything be different today?

He wanted to believe it would be.

Rafe couldn’t quite understand what had made him love you the way he did. It wasn’t a gradual love. It wasn’t the type of love that took weeks to fester up and build until it boiled over. He didn’t have to know you to know that he loved you because even thinking back to that first night on the beach— he felt it.

He felt that overwhelming feeling of pure happiness. You made him feel seen , understood. There was this warmth about you that invited him in and helped him feel safe. You were comforting. You were everything Rafe missed out on in life.

You opened up a whole new set of emotions for him. A new way of thinking , a different perspective. Suddenly the world wasn’t black and white anymore , you had colored it in the most beautiful shades of blue and orange. He could look at the sunset and be in awe like he was watching it for the very first time. He could look out into the water and appreciate how the sky reflected off the currents and twinkled from the sun.

Everything about you had consumed it and it changed him. Truly. Loving you had changed his entire life and he wanted to experience this new life , this new perspective , with you.

But he couldn’t. And he had to learn to be okay with that and Rafe just didn’t know how to handle it. As beautiful as life seemed with you , it hurt to want to enjoy this newfound freedom of it all without you because you were the one who brought him there.

For years , he had always known himself to not be the person who got swept away with things like this. But somehow , Rafe did. He did the one thing he always told himself he wouldn’t. And then it all slipped through his fingers like the sand that they used to sit on.

To him , she was the one. The one who had came crashing into his life without any warning , so much force— like a hurricane , obliterating everything in his path. A hurricane of emotion , pulling him in and leaving him breathless.

Rafe didn’t realize it until it was all over of how much of himself he had given to you , how much of the chaos redefined the calm. And when it ended , Rafe told himself over and over he would be fine. He lived in this delusional world where he could forget all about it. That none of it would matter.

But he was sorely mistaken.

It ripped him apart. Tore him open. Left him aching and sore.

Rafe understood. He did. But that didn’t make it hurt any less. It hadn’t stopped him from remembering every moment they had together. He could still feel your tenderness , he could still picture your smile. Thinking about it , Rafe knew why JJ loved you so much because who wouldn’t? Rafe was sure that anyone that every gotten the chance , the blessing , of coming across you in their life , would fall in love with you too.

Rafe often times thought of the last time he saw you. Thunder cracking behind you as you walked up , giving him that feeling of impending doom. He watched as you walked with droplets of rain pitter pattering against your skin— a solemn expression on your face as you did so.

“JJ’s back.”

You said it so quietly , he almost missed it. You refused to look at him and Rafe couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. His chest ached and his stomach was sick. In that moment he wondered if he hated you. . . then he realized he never could.

“Are you gonna tell him?”

The question hung over them , suffocating you. You winced at that.

“I never meant to hurt you.”

You. . . You never meant to hurt him yet here he was with all this unimaginable hurt. Pain overcame him and Rafe knew that you didn’t mean to but that fact didn’t erase it or make it any better.

“I just. . . I love him , Rafe.”

Rafe pursed his lips. “So what about me then? Did I mean anything to you? Did this summer mean anything?”

The silence between them was deafening. All the facts laid out on the table caused it shake , threatening to collapse. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Rafe didn’t know if it was because you felt guilt or shame. In the same breath , as he looked at you , his eyes held a mixture of devastation and understanding.

“This isn’t about us. Or what we had. It’s about me. What I was losing and what I was searching for.” You tried to make sense of it all or justify it but you knew that you couldn’t. Rafe did mean something to you. You loved him.

But you loved JJ more.

“And this is what you want?” Rafe sniffed. Stuffing his hands in his pockets and staring off into the ocean as if they could reach him , take him away and drown him from this nightmare. “You’re sure of it?”

“I’m sorry , Rafe.” Was all you could say. And he knew what it meant.

Taking in a deep breath , he took a step towards you. His hand slid around your jaw , helping you look up at him. Rafe looked at you. Studying your face so he’d never forget it. A sad smile on his face as he did so. “I’ll always love you. You know that right?”

You fluttered your eyes closed. Tears prickled the corner of your eyes at his words. “I wish you wouldn’t.” You whispered , and Rafe’s chest squeezed tightly.

Half smile and eyes hazy , Rafe leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He squeezed his eyelids shut , forcing himself to swallow the grief that threatened to consume him and breathed you in one last time before he turned away , and walked in the opposite direction of you.

He couldn’t help but wish he would’ve been the one.

“Matthew?” Y/N whispered, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Y/N stepped back to allow Matthew into her flat and closed the front door, still trying to process everything. Once she turned back to Matthew she hesitantly reached out and brushed her hand over his arm, trying to deem if he were real or not.

“I can’t tell if it’s really you or not,” Y/N said as she took one more step closer.

“It’s really me,” Matthew said, his voice low and warm.

Y/N trailed her hand up his arm until she reached his shoulder and gripped onto it. “You’re really here.”

“I am,” Matthew said breathlessly.

Y/N smiled and threw her arms around Matthew’s neck and pulled him tightly to her. His own arms wrapped around her waist and pressed her body into his own until there wasn’t a single gap between them.

Y/N’s head buried in the crook of Matthew’s neck as she breathed in the familiar scent of his cologne. She hadn’t realised how much she missed it until now. Her shoulders shook as she tried her best to keep the tears from flowing down her cheeks but failed. All the emotion she had over missing Matthew was all coming out.

Matthew pulled away from their hug and rested his forehead against Y/N’s. “There’s no need to cry.”

“You’re crying too,” Y/N said as she noticed the tears brimming Matthew’s eyes.

He tried to blink his own away but only succeeded in making them fall down his cheeks. Y/N let out a breathy laugh and wiped his tears away, her hands lingering on his cheeks.

“I missed you so much,” Y/N whispered. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I missed you too,” Matthew said. “More than you can imagine.”

“I wished everyday that you would show up on my doorstep, I’ve even dreamed of it a few times,” Y/N admitted. “That’s why I didn’t believe you were really here.”

“I dreamed of you too,” Matthew said. “Nearly every night I was away.”

Y/N closed her eyes and savoured the feeling of Matthew’s arms wrapped around her. It had been just over a year since she had last seen Matthew. They had sent letters to one another over the year but it wasn’t ever nearly enough. Having Matthew with her and hearing his voice was the greatest gift Y/N had ever received.

A loud crash echoed from the flat above Y/N’s and caused the two to jump apart in surprise. Y/N immediately missed the warmth of Matthew’s body. As she now stood opposite him she realised how little she wore. Her night clothes were thin and didn’t do a huge job of concealing her body. Y/N flushed and Matthew tried not to move his gaze away from her face.

“Do you want tea or anything?” Y/N asked, leading Matthew through her flat and to her living room.

The room had a lingering warmth from the fire that had been roaring not too long ago. Despite this, Y/N still felt a chill.

“I’m okay, thank you, Y/N,” Matthew’s response was strangely formal.

Y/N only nodded and took a seat on her couch and beckoned Matthew over. “Tell me about your travels.”

“I’m sure you’ve already heard all about them,” Matthew said, getting comfortable next to Y/N.

“I want to hear about them again,” Y/N said. “I want to hear you tell me, not just read about them.”

“Okay,” Matthew said, settling further down into the couch, his arm brushing Y/N’s as she unconsciously shuffled closer.

When Matthew began talking about his travels, the smile on his face was infectious. It was a smile that, before his travels, Matthew brought out so rarely. A soft smile graced Y/N’s face as she listened to Matthew. His hands flapped about as he spoke and she wanted to reach forward and intertwine her fingers with his.

It was no secret to anyone else that Y/N loved Matthew dearly. Before he left, even she hadn’t known exactly what she felt for the blonde Fairchild. She had only ever thought that her relationship with him was a close friendship. It wasn’t until he left for his travels where she realised that the ache in her chest wasn’t because her friend had left. It was because the person she loved had left.

For weeks, Y/N didn’t leave her flat much, only to buy food or gather her post. She was happy for Matthew. Happy that he was doing something he had always wanted to do. The only thing she wished was that she had realised her feelings for the Fairchild sooner.

“Are you even listening to me?” Matthew teased as he noticed Y/N’s faraway expression.

“Of course I am!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Then what did I just say?”

Y/N’s mouth opened and closed trying to respond but she couldn’t because she truly didn’t know what Matthew said.

“I will listen now, I swear,” Y/N said.

Matthew rolled his eyes and pulled Y/N closer to his side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I’ve spoken enough of my travels, tell me about what you did.”

Y/N sighed and wrapped her arms around Matthew’s torso and rested her head on his chest. “You don’t want to hear about what I did. It’s rather boring.”

“Nothing you do is boring,” Matthew said, his arm moving from her shoulders to rest on the dip of her waist.

Y/N felt the heat of his hand through her thin nightgown and robe. She wasn’t entirely sure that Matthew even realised that he had moved his arm, but Y/N didn’t say anything about it.

“Honestly Matthew,” Y/N said. “I haven’t really done much.”

“Liar,” Matthew whispered against her hair.

Y/N sighed. “I did a little travelling of my own, not to your scale though. I just did a small tour around England, Scotland and Wales for a few months, nothing too grand.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Matthew asked.

Y/N nodded. “I did, it felt…freeing.” Y/N traced the pattern on Matthew’s waistcoat with her finger. “I do like London but being away for a bit made me realise how little I’ve actually done with my life.”

“Don’t say that,” Matthew said. “You’ve done a lot with your life.”

“But only to the confines of London,” Y/N said. “When I travelled, it was the first time I’d ever seen the sea and felt sand between my toes.”

“Where was your favourite place to go?”

“Cornwall,” Y/N answered. “I spent a week there, the longest I spent anywhere. I stayed in a small village and everyone knew each other. It was nice to now worry about anything and just live in the moment. Is that how you felt?”

Matthew smiled. “That is how I felt.”

“It was a good feeling,” Y/N said.

The two fell into a comfortable silence. Y/N still lightly traced the patterns on Matthew’s waistcoat while he toyed with the ends of her hair. Y/N felt her heart begin to beat rapidly as Matthew’s hand moved from the dip of her waist to her hip. Still he didn’t seem to notice.

Y/N tilted her head up to look at Matthew, his eyebrows were furrowed as if he was in deep thought. However once he noticed Y/N’s changed in position his gaze shifted to meet hers.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” he replied.

The two only looked at one another, no words exchanged. Their faces so close that Y/N could feel his breath lightly fan her face and she had no doubt that Matthew could feel hers.

A shiver made its way through her body and she pressed herself closer to Matthew, wanting his warmth. The hand that had been simply resting on his lap was now rubbing her upper arm lightly trying to give Y/N as much warmth as possible.

The places Matthew touched felt like they were on fire despite the plunging temperature. His touch sent her alight.

Y/N’s hand moved from where it was rested on his chest to his cheek, her thumb lightly brushing across his cheekbone. Matthew watched her movements carefully.

“Did you meet anyone while travelling?” Y/N asked the question before she could even think about the repercussions.

Matthew froze as did Y/N.

“I didn’t mean to ask that,” Y/N said, wide-eyed and began to pull away from Matthew. “That was completely out of line. I’m so sorry-”

“Y/N,” Matthew said. He didn’t sound angry.

Y/N stopped and looked at Matthew. She was beyond embarrassed. Even if he did meet anyone, it was none of her business. Matthew was his own person and could make his own choices. And just because she loved him, doesn’t mean that he loved her back.

As Y/N began to pull even further away from him, Matthew lightly grasped her and pulled her closer to him until they were in the same position as before.

“Ask me again?” Matthew said.

“What?” Y/N questioned, even though she knew exactly what Matthew wanted her to ask.

“The question,” Matthew said. “Ask me again?”

“Did you meet anyone?” She asked.

There was a pause while Matthew let out a breath. “No, I didn’t.”

Y/N felt bad that she felt the smallest bit relieved at his answer.

“Did you meet anyone?”

The question caught Y/N off guard. “Sorry?”

“Did you meet anyone?” Matthew repeated.

“No,” Y/N answered. “No, I didn’t.”

Matthew only nodded as he didn’t meet her gaze. His eyes were fixated on where his hand grasped hers.

Y/N now felt hot. Before she was cold but now she was burning everywhere and wanted to escape the conversation. The once comfortable atmosphere had changed to one of uncertainty. Y/N didn’t like the change.

“Why did you ask me that question?” Matthew asked, his gaze still purposefully avoiding hers.

“I-I don’t know,” Y/N said.

“You do know,” Matthew said.

Y/N sighed and looked at where their hands were joined, the cool metal of his rings pressed against her skin. The words were on the tip of her tongue but she couldn’t bring herself to speak them.

“I asked you that question because…” she trailed off.

“Because what, Y/N?” Matthew’s gaze finally met her’s. “Please tell me.”

“Because I am in love with you.” Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Despite her nerves, Y/N felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest. The words she had always wanted to write to Matthew in her letters were finally spoken. The world grew dark as Y/N closed her eyes, not wanting to meet Matthew’s gaze in fear of what he would say or do. If he pushed her away, Y/N wouldn’t know how she would react.

However, what Matthew did say surprised her.

“You can’t mean that,” Matthew said.

“What?” Y/N said and opened her eyes. “Of course I mean that.”

Matthew shook his head, emotions swimming in his green eyes. “You can’t.”

“Why can’t I?” Y/N said. “I am in love with you Matthew.”

“No,” Matthew said, tears welling in his eyes. He clutched Y/N’s hands tighter.

“I do,” she said, bringing her hands from his and caressed the sides of his face. “I love you.”

Matthew’s eyes bore into hers. They held a look on uncertainty, like he wasn’t entirely sure that anything was real.

“How can you possibly mean that?” Matthew said.

“I do mean it,” Y/N said. “I love you so much that it hurt me so much when you left for your travels. I didn’t realise it before but once you left I realised that what I felt for you was love. Not the type of love you share with any of our friends. I felt it long before but was too oblivious to realise it. I fell in love with you years ago.”

“You loved me even when…” Matthew trailed off, not wanting to speak much of that period in his life.

“Even then,” Y/N said. “I adore you.”

Y/N wiped away the tears from his eyes as Matthew gently held onto her wrists, leaning into her touch.

“If you don’t feel the same, it’s okay,” Y/N said, her voice cracking. “We can just forget about it.”

“I never thought I deserved you,” Matthew said, his voice wavered like any moment he would burst into tears. “I never told you I loved you because I didn’t deserve you.”

Y/N’s heart broke hearing the sadness in Matthew’s voice. “Why didn’t you think you deserved me?”

“I could barely take care of myself, let alone you,” Matthew replied. “There were times when I wanted to tell you, not caring how it would affect our friendship. You were– are the constant thing on my mind. I wake up thinking about you and I fall asleep thinking about you.” Matthew paused to let out a shaky breath. “When I went on my travels, I hoped that I could move past what I felt for you but with every letter I sent you and how you responded with such excitement and telling me how proud you were of me, the more I fell in love with you– even if I was thousands of miles away.”

Y/N let out a breath and pressed her forehead against Matthew’s. “You deserve the world, Matthew. You deserve everything good in it.” Y/N's thumb gently moved across his cheekbone. “I know your life hasn’t been easy. I know you have struggled for years. But you need to know how proud of you I am, how proud everyone is of you. You are always surrounded by people who love you so much. Never forget that.”

Matthew let the tears fall as Y/N wrapped him into a hug. He buried his head into the crook of her neck as his body shook. Y/N clutched onto him tightly.

“I don’t deserve you,” Matthew muttered.

“You do,” Y/N said. “You deserve every good thing.”

Matthew pulled away and took Y/N’s face in his hands. “You are the best thing in my life.”

“I thought James was?” Y/N joked, hoping it would make Matthew at least crack a smile. She succeeded.

Matthew smiled. “Second best then.”

Y/N smiled as she leaned into his touch. “I love you, Matthew.”

“I love you too,” Matthew said.

Y/N’s heart swelled as Matthew spoke those words. A year of sending letters back and forth and realising her feelings for him, she never expected that he would ever feel the same way. Now as she looked into his eyes and saw nothing but pure love, she knew she was home.

“May I kiss you?” Matthew asked.

Y/N smiled. “You may.”

Once their lips touched, Y/N could think of nothing else but Matthew. His lips were soft and he tasted sweet. When she thought of kissing Matthew several months ago after a very particular dream, she had imagined fireworks and an overwhelming amount of feelings. She felt none of those.

Kissing Matthew felt normal, like their lips were always meant to touch and connect. They fit perfectly together– two halves of a whole.

An arm wrapped around her waist and Matthew pulled her on top of him with one swift motion, without disconnecting their lips. Y/N let out a small noise of surprise.

“Sorry,” Matthew mumbled against her lips. “I just need to be closer to you.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered close as Matthew pressed his lips against Y/N’s once more. Her arms wrapped around Matthew’s neck and threaded her fingers in his hair, her nails lightly scratching his scalp. Matthew sighed in delight.

Y/N smiled into the kiss. She never would have thought that this was how her night would go. Finally kissing the man she loved after only loving him from afar. The feeling of his arms wrapped around her body made her feel safe and loved. Each touch sent her alight and left goosebumps in their wake. Everything about Matthew heightened her senses more than any rune ever could.

Matthew pulled away once more and opened his eyes to look at Y/N. His arms were locked around her keeping her in place and he tightened his arms the slightest amount.

“I love you,” Matthew said with a smile. It lit up his entire face. “I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you in my life.”

“How lucky you are?” Y/N said, brushing his hair away from his face. “I am the lucky one, because you, Matthew Fairchild, are a gift.”

Matthew smiled and nuzzled his head in the crook of her neck, pressing a light kiss to her bare shoulder where her robe had slid down.

Y/N smiled and held him long into the night.

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so between the previous snippet and this one, i read/screamed/cried over chain of thorns, and yo--i'm not okay!!!!

and i was right. i've already got so many ideas brewing on how to fit many, many of the scenes from cot into this fic >:) especially everything thomastair related--THE WAY I AM SCREAMING

this is the last snippet for now!! i was gonna do three but got distracted by chain of thorns and forgot to do it lol full chapter coming out this weekend !!

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