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saturnxgojo · 4 months

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trios dont work. // satosugu x reader (business AU)

test to see how people like this idea

✦ Pairing: satoru gojo x suguru geto x afab!reader (she/her)

✦ Summary: trios dont work, and nine years later consequences hit

✦ Warnings: alcoholism, mention of death (mamagumi), passing out due to alcohol consumption, abandonment, clubs dunno what else lmk

✦ A/n: this so far isnt done yet, ive been writing a mucchhhh longer version since october, but i wanna see if you guys like this idea so lmk in the comments if yall want more so i can post the whole thing

✦ Wordcount: 2905

✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.

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nine years. It had been nine years.

The first year felt unrealistic. It was strange. going from being side by side with each other almost 24/7 to no contact at all. [Name] didn’t know what she did wrong, just that one day Satoru and Suguru decided they didn’t want her in their life anymore.

She remembered everything of their last day together, every once in a while it would suddenly pop back up into her head, but in that first year, it replayed again and again; every day.

“Suguru!” [Name] had called out to one of the two teenage boys as she caught up to them “hi!”

Suguru flung his arm around the girl's shoulders, pulling her into his side as she greeted Satoru.

“Where have you been, doll? We were looking for you.”

[Name] laughed as she grabbed their hands and pulled them along. “Shoko and I accidentally forgot to sleep, so when I did fall asleep around ten I was doomed to wake up late.”

The two boys looked at each other and smiled, the little ball of sunshine walking in front still pulling them along.

“So four hours of sleep and already this energetic? you still gotta teach me that trick.” Satoru commented as he looked at her, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She replied with a ‘real magicians don’t explain their best tricks’

After they walked for a while, they finally reached the top of a mountain, looking down on the city below.

The beginning of summer break celebration was going on, kids from their private school and from public schools in the city came together to celebrate. Many people crowded the streets, there was music, and they could see everything perfectly.

“look who knows the best spots once again”

They had spent the entire afternoon on the top of that mountain since classes were canceled due to the celebration, their fellow students were down there, having fun.

But as they were probably dancing and partying; Satoru took on the challenge to chase [Name] around the hill, she yelped and ran behind the other boy, clutching to the back of his shirt for protection as she heard the two boys negotiate.

“Don’t you dare Suguru,” she warned, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. He placed one of his hands on hers and suddenly pulled her to the front. “Not you too please! ah!” she yelped, but the next moment she was giggling, she could never stand a chance against their tickle war. Ever since they found out she was very ticklish a few years ago it had become a thing for them to annoy her with. Whenever it was if she were sad, annoyed, angry, or if they felt like it, the boys would look at each other and [Name] would run instantly if she saw. (Which she most of the time didn’t and fell into their grasp giggling.)

Later at night they went back to the school, they had watched the sun set, then the fireworks, and then [name] and Satoru listened and looked in awe as Suguru pointed out constellations in the night sky. It was perfect.

At some point her eyes fell and she slept. The black haired boy looked down at her sleeping on Satoru's shoulder before giving a sad smile.

“She will never forgive us.”

“But at least we'll protect her.”

The next morning when [name] woke up in the room she shared with Shoko there was a little note on her nightstand.

‘you’re gonna be okay’ in Satoru’s messy and rushed handwriting. She got dressed and ran out of her room, looking for her best friends. what did Satoru mean with that she was gonna be okay?

She looked all over the grounds, the dining hall, library, common rooms, classrooms, the fields and gardens. Eventually she decided to also check their dorm. Girls and boys weren’t originally allowed in each other's dorm rooms, but since everyone was packing their stuff for summer the teachers didn’t care. So she followed the familiar path towards the boys their shared room. The posters were gone from their door, but they probably took those down first she thought. [name] knocked on the door, no reaction. She opened the door to find it completely empty except for the furniture that belonged to the school.

Graduation was next week, why were they moved out already? For the last few years they always did that together. Where were they? As she turned around and bumped into Nanami, he looked just as confused as he took in the empty room.

He looked at her, his mouth opening but no sound coming out. She knew what he was gonna ask, “They’re putting their stuff into the car or?”

She showed him the note in her hand and Nanami just got more question marks behind his eyes.

For a week she wondered where they were, she held hope they’d come knocking on her temporary apartment building her parents owned as she waited in the city for graduation. However; no knock came, no call, no letter or note, nothing. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru disappeared from the radar.

When graduation rolled around word went round that Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru would not be attending. They had waited for this moment for she didn’t know how long. Plans were made to go out with their other friends after, they had plans for the future! But now, instead of her two best friends cheering on her louder than anyone else as she held her valedictorian speech, her other friends cheered double as hard. They knew she’d been struggling this week. Shoko had crashed at her temporary apartment since she didn’t want to deal with her parents. Nanami also came by daily, and if they hadn’t been there, no one would’ve known what would’ve happened to [name].

The second year was still unbearable. [Name] worked a lot, saving money, attending college, going out with her friends on the weekends. She often found herself looking to her sides, expecting to see one of her two former best friends walking there. She always looked for them in crowds, she looked everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found.

In the third year [name] finally figured out her future. She was in her third year but decided to drop out. She saved a lot of money, and she was relatively well off so she bought a building in the busy city and within six months the place opened to a magnificent night club and partially a cafe two times a week. It took a lot of promotion, and a lot of patience until the place blew up.

In just the first year that it opened, she gained so much she paid off the entire loan of the building. It hit off with people her age, and at just nineteen [name] was going to become one of the youngest millionaires of her time, she just didn’t know it yet.

Her friends loved the place too, and they were immensely proud of [name] after what she had gone through a few years prior. She proved to the world that the only person she truly needed was herself and that she could do whatever she wanted to.

The second year after opening the fourth without Gojo and Geto [name] opened a second location of her club across the world in Los Angeles.

And now nine years later, and six locations in Tokyo, Los Angeles, Amsterdam, NYC, Paris and London [Name] had in fact become the fastest growing self made millionaire at her age. She lived in Beverly Hills, had her own place designed and built and she was living the life.

Now; in her bathroom it was still a calm Saturday night but she knew that in an hour she would be in her own club, observing the people as she sipped on her drink. Saturdays were the busiest; first day of the weekend but that also meant a lot of money.

“Scarlett?” [name] called out to her assistant who walked towards the entrance of the bathroom. “Take two weeks off, alright? Paid vacation of course, take your wife anywhere you want, put it on my bill. It’s summer and you haven’t been on a break since last year. It’s not up for debate.” She was fixing the last strands of her hair before turning towards the woman in her doorframe who looked a bit ill at her words. “Now, how do I look?” she gave Scarlett a smile.

“As beautiful as always. And… Are you sure you’ll be fine? I mean… Two weeks is a lot.” Scarlett loved her job, not because it paid well, or because her boss was very generous. She loved her job because her boss felt more like a close friend rather than a boss.

“You’re right, make it three weeks. You deserve it, you and your wife both. I’ll be fine, I know how to start a washer and dryer, I know how to do the dishes. What else would I need? Now, have fun on your vacation, you better send me pics, and have fun! I gotta get going now though cause I'm already late.”

Scarlett still looked a bit sick as she bid farewell to her boss, but at least she could finally take a break, which she was too shy to admit she actually needed.

[Name] walked through the front door of the club, she didn’t pick favorites is what she told others, but the location here in LA and the one in Paris were definitely her favorites of the six she owned. The music was beaming, lights flashing and the scent of alcohol and sweat hung in the air. Security guards nodded at her in a silent greeting as she made her way to her office, one of them trailing her for her own protection. Tonight was going to be a good night, she thought as she poured herself a drink, quickly drowning it before taking a glance at the paperwork that had been assembled on her desk during the last few days. She’d take it home when she left tonight. The security guard opened the door again and waited for her to lock it, after she gave him the signal he didn’t have to trail her tonight.

She walked past the VIP area, making some small conversations with people she’d seen before. There were new faces too, there always were. All different types of ‘em too. It was a safe space as well as a club. She stopped at Toji’s table, how he and her met was a long story. Everyone at [Name] her boarding school knew of the Zen’in family and their generations at the school, same as the Gojo family, as well as her own. She’d seen him here at the club one day a few years ago, standing at the bar and damn he looked familiar she had thought. It soon clicked in her head and she walked up to him.

“Zen’in?” she had called as she stood behind him.

“Fushiguro now actually, took my wife's last name.” he said as he turned around, looking at the young woman in front of him. “Wait,” he had studied her face, until his eyes landed on the obvious giveaway of her family “[last name]?”. She nodded and smiled in response to his guess. “Never thought I’d see one of you all the way out here.”

“Well, someone has to be the millionaire of the family.” Toji’s eyes widened as he asked for more details, giving an impressed grin when he found out she was the owner.

“You got it good, girl. I wouldn’t have suspected you to be the type.”

“Hello again, it’s been a while.” She sat down on the couch next to him, observing the people as they danced to the music. There were some empty glasses in front of him but Toji seemed rather sober.

“[Last name], you look good tonight.” he gave her a grin, it had been a few years since his wife died, the first few years were a mess for him, he was in here every night drinking away his grief. But over the years he had come to accept her passing and actually started taking care of his son again. Now he came every weekend, mostly just Saturdays since that's when his son was at his friends’ or godfathers house. “Thank you,” she smiled at him, smoothing out the satin dress on her body. “How’s Megs?” She hadn’t seen either of them ‘cause they’d been residing in Japan for a while. Toji smiled at the mention of his son. It took him too long to realize that the little boy was his light in life, his wife lived on in him and oh he was amazing.

“He’s fine, great actually. He graduated from Jujutsu High a few weeks ago…” as Toji said that an old but familliar scent hit [name] her nostrils and she immediately turned her head around but didn’t find what she smelled. “It was amazing to see him receive his diploma. To be really honest, a few years ago I thought I’d never be back at that place again after I graduated years and years ago myself.”

“He’s so grown up already, I can remember when you told me he just started.” [Name] turned her head back towards her friend with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “And to be fair, I don’t think I’ll ever return to Jujutsu High again, no matter the reason.” there was a reason- there were simply too many memories there that she had tried her hardest to forget. Those memories being the ones she just smelled.

The mixed scent of sweet floral yet strong cologne and a really overwhelming smell of pine and vanilla still hung faintly in the air.

It can’t be, she thought. Her mind was just playing tricks on her because Toji had her remember things she didn’t want to. There’s no way.

Yet when she bid farewell to Toji and walked towards the bar she smelled it again. The bartenders didn’t look up when she walked behind the bar and poured herself a drink, yet she overheard their conversations.

“That man's eyes… wow! I’ve never seen anyone with eyes that bright!”

It’s not him. They’re not here.

“But the other one! His shoulders… my god.”

[Name] walked away before she’d drive herself insane over this. There was no way they were here. If they were, she would’ve spotted them already. Even though a decade can change a lot about a person; Gojo’s bright blue eyes and bright hair and Geto’s long dark hair and muscled figure always stood out, especially when together.

She wasn’t even sure if they’d regcronise her. She cut her hair, the final stages of puberty hit her later so she got some more curves and flesh, her style had changed and so had her personality. Though deep down she knew that if she’d ever see those two boys again, she’d turn back into her old bubbly self if it took too long. She always had a soft spot for them, no matter what happened or how much she denied it, they would always be a part of her past. Toji had also once told her she walked around like she owned the place, to which she replied that she did. He’d given her credit for the remark and she’d told him to put things on her tab that night.

With a racing heart she went back to observing the crowds. Walking alongside tables, along the dancefloor, everywhere.

Theres no way these two fucks still wear the same cologne after years.

She sipped her drink, it burned in her throat, but it wasn't unpleasant. She walked towards the staircase for staff and security. All the way up it overlooked the layout of the building and she could spot things easier.

I’m going to drive myself insane by looking for people that aren’t-

Her train of thoughts stopped when she saw a mob of bright white hair, she stared at it for ten seconds before looking at the person's face and she felt her head get light, looking besides him she saw a familiar black haired man.

Fuck.

She turned around, not being able to look anymore. The top of the stairs wasn't lit, so the chance they would’ve seen her was slim, very slim. [Name] sunk to the ground and drowned her drink in one go, this time the burn lasted longer and she closed her eyes. A few years ago she had promised herself that if she’d ever find them in her club- her property, she’d get them kicked out. Yet now that she found them, that seemed impossible. She couldn’t just walk up to them and tell them to get out of here.

Why not?

Why not? There was no reason as to why not. As she said, it was her property, she could do whatever she wanted and before she realized it herself she was already making her way to the table they were sitting at.

The music seemed to dim, the world became clearer yet also blurrier as she stood in front of them.

“Get the fuck out of my place.” she said, there was anger and aggression in her voice as she looked at them. “Now.”

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slttygeto · 8 months

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SOMETHING I’M MADE FOR

what was i made for? | think i forgot, how to be happy

જ⁀➴ synopsis: you owe suguru a lot. a heartfelt apology is one of them.

જ⁀➴ c.w: hurt/comfort, fem bodied! reader, very unrealistic timelines, i have never taken a 'break' while in a relationship so pls dont come for me, reader is mentioned to being depressed at one point, suguru is going through it, second chance sort of.

જ⁀➴ word count; 1,4k

જ⁀➴ note: idk how to feel abt this tbh

comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

There was no need for you to feel this nervous, but given the amount of times you’ve wiped your hand on the fabric of your skirt that would sound a bit ridiculous. You were nervous, and rightfully so. You stand in front of the same door that you used to have the keys to, a very familiar red wooden door with the number of the apartment written in gold sitting at the very top, you raise your hand and your knuckles collider with the wood one, two and then three times before you’re taking two steps behind out of respect and privacy for your… well, you didn’t know what to refer to Suguru in this case.

You try not to overthink it, you came here with good intentions. Over the four weeks with almost contact with the man except for the occasional text messages here and there, you’ve come to realize a couple of things. First, you needed to apologize to him. Four weeks isn’t enough for you to heal completely from the damage caused from feeling so low in a long term relationship, but it was enough time to reflect on how you behaved that night with him. Some of his words might’ve hurt you, but you later on figured that it was because he was right, as bad as it sounds.

And second, you were ready to let go of him if staying with you was draining him. You knew that Suguru would never tell you something like that—he might’ve been blunt with strangers, but the man had such a soft spot and a sweet side with his loved ones. God knows how much he loves you, and how many times he said it. But you were too busy thinking that your problems were burdening him and thus, you didn’t deserve the man.

You hear shuffling from behind the door and when it swings open with and you’re greeted with a Suguru in a lazy attire, you feel your heart get stuck in your throat. You hadn’t told him you were going to show up, but you had texted Satoru earlier the same week to make sure that he was at home. To say that Satoru wanted to kill you was an understatement, the white haired male was very protective of his best friend no matter how dearly you meant to him.

Hey, is suguru gonna be home this week?

Satoru

yeah. he hasn’t been outside in a while. why?

Your heart drops when you read that. Suguru wasn’t the type to stay holed up in his place for too long.

um I thought id give him a visit

Satoru

yeah sure

he’ll appreciate that

You could feel the ice cold stare of his best friend through those messages. Maybe it was a little childish from his part, but after hearing that Suguru was acting unusual, you figured that maybe this time you would gladly take the heat.

You hoped that the person standing in front of you wasn’t any different from the person you abruptly left four weeks ago after a horrible fight, but one quick look at the messy hair and the sleep deprivation visible on his face was enough to make your chest burn with guilt. You’re unsure of what to say for a good few seconds, eyes darting behind him only to find the vacuum in the middle of the middle room and groceries on the counter. It seemed like he was trying to get life back together, did you really decide to pop at the wrong moment?

“Do you need something?” the way he breaks the silence is almost bone chilling and you find yourself smiling nervously at him before holding up bags of food to show him that you got him his favorite. But he doesn’t budge, emotionless eyes darting all over your face in what you assumed to be an attempt at making you feel small. And boy, it was working.

You feel stupid and drop the bags of food in front of him before taking a few steps back.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?” Suguru knows what you want to talk about.

“About u-“

“About us?” He cuts you off before you can even finish and raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t you say that you wanted to stop thinking about me for a while?” he continues. “It’s only been a month.”

“A month is more than enough,” you try to reason. “We were together for three years, of course-“

“Should’ve told yourself that when you left me.” Suguru retorts venomously and you start getting the clear picture. While being away from him made you realize how toxic you were behaving towards him, you being out of his life brought out his worst side. You knew this Suguru—he was spiteful, filled with hatred and didn’t hesitate to cut anyone with his words.

“Suguru,” you try again. “Let me come in.” You see him bite back another snarky response and he complies, letting you walk inside.

Once the bags of food are inside and you see him close the door, you hesitate on where to sit. The kitchen seemed to bring back bad memories, so you choose the couch that you both picked when you first moved in here and you watch as he sits on the other side, a little grunt leaving his lips as he leans back and stares at you.

“Seems like you’ve been doing well,” he points out. “I forgot what happy you looked like.”

You squirm a little under his intense gaze, the way his eyes travel from your bare legs up to your upper half then your face. You were used to Suguru’s loving stare, he always looked at you like you meant the entire world to him—but right now? You felt like he could eat you up and spit you out with his eyes.

“I’ve been, um…” You pause and place one leg on top of the other. “Reflecting on how I behaved in our relationship.” You admit and look around the place. He still managed to keep it neat.

“It was wrong of me to explode on you that night, and to keep so many things from you—it doesn’t undo the fact that I said what I said, but I just want to apologize.” Suguru’s eyes seem to soften for a split second when you shift again in your seat.

“For what?” he asks flatly but the way his body relaxes on the couch indicates that he means no harm. “For possibly being depressed when you were with me?”

“No,” you avoid looking at him. “It wasn’t because I was with you it’s because-“

“That’s not what you said that night,” he cuts you off. “I am so perfect and my life is so perfect that being with someone like me made you feel too guilty to tell me about your problems.” He continues before leaning forward, placing both of his elbows on his knees. “My face…apparently, that was also a reason for you not to tell me about your problems.”

“I was wrong,” you start growing a little nervous. “You weren’t the problem, and I’m here to tell you that I am deeply sorry for what happened that night, even if it was needed.”

Suguru is quiet for a few moments, he is in deep thought before he decides to speak up again.

“You know, a month isn’t enough to fall out of love with a person you pictured your future with,” he starts. “But it sure is enough time for you to resent them a little. You’re hurt and confused, everything was going well, or so you thought,”

“Suguru…”

“I thought that maybe I didn’t want to think about you too, that I was doing so much better without you but-“ the dry chuckle makes your heart squeeze. “As you can see, it’s clearly not the case.”

“We don’t have to get back together right now,” your voice is soft and the way you’re trying to make yourself look small on his couch tugs at Suguru’s heart strings.

“I don’t think it’s that easy either,” he admits. “After all, I still do resent you a little.” His honesty is both relieving and hurtful. A part of you knows that it’s a long and difficult process, but if there was any person actually worth fighting for in your life, it was Suguru. “But…” you raise your head when you hear him speak up.

“I think we could try.”

And through tearful eyes and shared hopeful smiles, you are finally able to breathe again.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

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kittyscupcakeandbunny · 10 months

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CRAZY OVER YOU x MIN YOONGI

[HYBRID AU]

PART TWO

Bath me with your love

Side Characters: Namjoon/doctor, Seokjin/doctor, Taehyung/Hybrid Tiger, Jungkook/Hybrid Bunny, Hoseok/ Assistant medical.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, sharp objects, rut, beast behavior, medical experiments, medical procedures.

Genre: Fantasy, hybrids au, smut.

SUMMARY》 Yoongi is a black mamba hybrid one of rarest species of hybrids, who’s about to be put down due to his lack of interest in living. But everything changes after the new medical assistance (y/n) takes a liking to him. Meeting after meeting he realise his feelings for her are not the only thing growing.

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My head felt heavy, neck was sore and my entire body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Like when your under water and it keeps pushing you upwards to the surface but you can’t swim.

I opened my eyes with heavy eyelids taking into my sight the dark place I was in. I tried to get up only to feel the soreness stop me from it and the uncomfortable feeling of sleeping on my work clothes. It was never a good option, I must have been so tired last night to even change clothes before going to bed.

I groaned getting up to a sitting position over the mess of covers as a sharp pain over the curve of my neck made me completely regret it, another painful groan leaving my lips, i tiredly massage the part where I felt the sharp pain trying to lessen the painful feeling.

Running my eyes through the room, my body froze. Taking in every detail of it as the memories from last night filled my brain, reality was a bucket of cold water on my face.

I was still in the clinic.

Still in Yoongis room.

Hand still covering where he bite me last night as the sharp pain made my body shiver as my messy brain connected the dots, the late appointment with Jungkook the bunny hybrid who was in heat and how the smell of another male affected Yoongi negative, to the point he bite me.

At the thought of him my head turned quickly behind me, trying to find him over the mess of covers as the lights slowly turned back on. Immediately regretting the sudden move as the pain seemed to only worsen.

My eyes locked over his presence as he lays there still sleeping calmly, chest moving slowly up and down. A soft look on his features almost so innocent, so peaceful i almost forgot about the angry hybrid who had bite me.

This was my chance to leave.

My hands supporting my body at my sides as I tried to slowly make my way out of the bed, I heard him groan and turned around to look only to find him still sleeping peacefully, a sight of relief leaving my lips. He looked so calm and the way his scales shined under the soft light of the room as it turned back on made him look heavenly, so unreal how such a dangerous kind could look so beautiful.

He looked like a diamond shining under the lights at the way his scales were a soft gray and lilac, so soft it looked almost unreal to be stared at.

I needed to leave immediately, soon it would be time for his mornings appointments and Namjoon would be here. I still had to get ready to work, and then do something about this bite on my neck and his poison on my veins.

The poison. I still didn’t know the side effects of it. Only that besides the bite it didn’t hurt at all.

I got up after I was done recollecting myself, still a bit dizzy i made my way to the door but before I could take another step I heard his voice behind me.

- going already? - startled I stopped in my tracks before I could even move any further from him.

I turned around quickly almost tripping as I did so. He sat over the bottom of the bed, hand running through his massy hair tiredly he blinked a few times getting used to the light before his dark orbs locked on mine.

- you… - I said but stopped immediately as he stood up and began to walk towards me. No words came to my mind. To afraid to even utter a single world.

Stopping a few inches away from me, he had a tired yet serious expression over his soft features.

- I bite you… - he smirked voice low and raspy, dark yes running over the bite on my neck.

I covered it immediately, a warmth rising up to my cheeks.

- don’t worry it won’t kill you… - he said, one step closer and he was mere centimeters away from me, closing the distance to whisper his next words against my face - in fact, when used at the right time it could be very pleasurable….

He smiled.

I gulped down, eyes falling over his lips the tips of his fangs showing a bit as he smiled. My cheeks going even warmer I quickly turned around making my way out his room. Even though I felt like falling to my knees from the dizziness, I needed to leave that room.

- see you in my next appointment y/n - He said behind me, I could hear the entertainment in his voice. Dripping of second thoughts over it.

Like his poison.

The cold air of the clinic hitting my face was a reminder I needed to feel the relief flowing through me, I gulped down as I rested my back against the door. I couldn’t make any sense of what had happened, I needed time to clear my mind over the facts that had occurred in the last 12 hours, no thinking once I made my way to the elevators. Hand covering the bite.

He left a mark. I’m sure of it.

I had to wash up as soon as possible before Namjoon gets to the clinic, looking in my pockets for my phone I find it to check up the time. It was six in the morning. I still had some time.

Leaving the elevators i rushed towards the staff room on the first floor, I opened the door making my way to my locker grabbing my bag from it quickly locking myself in the staff bathroom. I took a few breathes as I stood in front of the mirror holding the sink, my eyes looking over my neck and the red spot was very visible still bleeding a bit from the bite, the two spots where his teeth sank into my flash visibly clear on my skin, I cleaned it with some ointment and covered with a badged.

Throwing some cold water on my face a let the late events finally sink in. I tried to make out what was happening but nothing came to me. For a moment I almost hated him for that, but I couldn’t. Not when his life was at stake, not when he’s been neglected for so long.

Maybe I was being selfish, why would he trust me so easily after all that he’s been through? Maybe I was just hurt that he bite me, me off all people.

Why?

I wouldn’t run away from it, the thought that maybe that’s what he wanted. For me to run away scared of him, because that’s what everyone else has shown him. What Jin and everyone else here did, gave up on him. But I wouldn’t.

I changed my clothes with some spare ones I had on my bag, fixing my make up and hair I sprayed some perfume. I didn’t have much time now so I made my way out of the bathroom only to find Hoseok already entering the staff room.

- oh hey - he says, walking to his locker as he took of his backpack - you’re here already?

- yeah I had to take care of something earlier today - i quickly make up a lie, putting my bag back inside my locker as I fixed my identification card over my white coat.

- oh… so that snake hybrid is giving you hard work? - hoseok said, a glint of playfulness over his voice.

But at the mentioned of Yoongi I could only feel the heat coming up to my cheeks.

- yeah, a little bit… - I say, walking past him to leave.

Thinking I was finally free from this conversation, Hoseok questioned the thing I was hoping he wouldn’t.

- what’s this on your neck? - he said, a confused look over his features he walked closer but I took a step back making him stop immediately.

- nothing, just a scratch - I lied, giving him a smile I tried to cover the badge on my neck with my hair.

- oh… sure then, if you say - he gave me a small smile, eyes still over my neck worry on his eyes.

I gulped down turning towards the door to leave, i rushed out making my way to the elevators to start my routine at the clinic.

Hoseok wasn’t dumb nor was he slow, I’m sure he was trying to connect the dots about my neck. The fact that he mentioned Yoongi was clear he already suspected him, I should have covered it better.

What if he tells Namjoon?

I sight tiredly, getting inside the elevator I press the third floor button. I’ll just deal with it when it comes, for now I need to work.

Is the only thing I can do to clear my mind from all this mess of problems and snake thoughts.

[…]

My first appointment today was the bunny hybrid from last night but, this time I wasn’t alone. I had my assistant help me today with his treatment, after last night’s events I thought I would be better to have some help with this case, I didn’t wanted to make Yoongi agitated again.

This morning I would start Jungkooks treatment with heat suppressants and vitamins to help with dehydration. He needed to be strong and healthy before we put him into mating.

Today fortunately he was more calm and quiet, I noticed he would look at me from time to time as I talked with my assistant. How would stare at the bandage on my neck, I was a fool for even think he wouldn’t notice. Him having a Uchoa higher sense of smelling sure knew another hybrid had marked me.

- well star with a small dose of suppressant - I tell the assistant as he gives the medication to Jungkook - also make sure he have balanced meals too.

- so… I won’t be able to have my rut now? - Jungkook asked annoyed, eyes staring over me impatient.

- yes, you will - I tell him - but before anything we need to make sure you’re healthy for it, you haven’t been getting the treatments as a hybrid normally would, from the exams results you’re anemic and dehydrated, well first make sure you’re healthy and then I’ll put you into mating processe.

- oh… mating processe - he asked, doe eyes down at his hands on his lap.

- yes, you’ll be able to meet some hybrids and mate - I tell him, the only reason he’s taking the suppressants is to make it easier for us to help him. Bunny hybrids are by far some of the most uncontrollable when on heat, is hard to stop them they would rut with any specie that is close if not taken care off. Is not their fault. They can’t really control it.

He nodded and we carry on with his appointment. The entire time I could see how akward he was as I came closer, checks red from embarrassment. After I was done with his treatment my assistant left first, I said my goodbye but before I left Jungkook called for me.

- yes? - I smiled at him.

- sorry about yesterday- he murmured, playing with his hands over his lap.

- is okay… I forgive you - I tell him.

- I didn’t know you had a mate already… - he said, brown reddish eyes staring deep into mine.

My heart skipped a beat at his words. Mate. Just what was he talking about? Did he perhaps read the scent of Yoongi on me wrong? What did that mean?

I simply couldn’t find an answer for it. But I didn’t had the time for as my phone stared to ring, my next appointment was sat for now.

I checked my next patient and carry on my schedule for the morning. Deciding to let any thoughts about a snake hybrid for later.

The morning stared calm, I didn’t know I would be so busy as time passed. Almost all of my patients today had exams done early today as well as some check ups with them i had to make sure they were healthy and getting their treatments done, some where low on a certain vitamin and some were ready to start the mating process.

Nothing out of the usual. Just busy.

Enough to make me forget about the appointment with Yoongi later, I felt my entire body froze when my phone began to ring Namjoons name shining on the caller. He began to call me nonstop from time to time, still remembering our discussion I didn’t really wanted to talk to him over the phone.

I rushed to the elevators finding Namjoon stading there phone on his ear as he kept calling me, I turned off my phone patting him on the back as I finally stood behind him.

He turned to me, putting his phone down once he notice my presence.

- sorry, busy morning - I tell him, he only nods and signal for me to get in the elevator before him.

As I do he fallows behind pressing the 6th floor buttom. A few floors pass and we don’t say anything, the akward silence inside the elevator was thick enough to cut it with a scissor. I looked at my feet, the sound of paper flipping as Namjoon looked over Yoongis treatments for today.

- he has to take his medication and vitamins as usual - Namjoon says beside me, finally cutting the silence - he will be having his medical bath too for his shedding.

- it’s today? - I turned to him surprised, I thought it would take a few more appointments before we jump to the most troublesome one.

- yes, he’s in a difficult situation, his skin is in a very bad condition - is what he says before the door of the elevators opened.

We both walk out, the way towards Yoongis room is quiet no one says anything. Not thinking much about our disagreement as my mind is filled with thoughts about Yoongis condition, how much he must been lonely all this time in such condition and the fact I would be in the same room while he baths.

Namjoon stops which makes me also stop, looking up I realize we are here already. I give him a small smile and before I can open the door he grabs my arm gently.

He looks troublesome, knowing him he was probably running through the words before saying anything to me, eyes staring into mine in a apologetic expression.

- I’m sorry… - he says, i look up to find worry and regret in his eyes -…. about yesterday, nothing I can say will erase what I said to you but, I’m truly sorry. I know you and how much of a great doctor you are, I’m sure you’ll do great with this case.

- thank you and I forgive you - i say, Namjoon must’ve thought about this a hundred times. I know he would never mean those things we all can get angry at times.

This case it’s the most delicate we had, not only that but is the first time we ever worked together. Everyone can have disagreements sometimes, Namjoon always had been the type to hold his emotions until he explodes and say a few things he might regret. But he’s not a bad person.

Giving him a smile I opened the door to the snake hybrid room, the hot air welcoming as I entered. Bringing memories from last night to the surface of my mind and heat to my face, but I hid it well.

I tried to play it cool as if nothing had happened, begging in my mind that Yoongi wouldn’t comment on any of it in front of Namjoon. It could only make things more difficult than it had to be.

Namjoon fallowed me behind preparing the medication and vitamins for me, the change felt weird for me. I was so used to being the one preparing medicine and tools for the doctors for the first time I was leading one.

At the sound of us and the lights being turned on Yoongi got up from his bed sitting a boring expression on his fratures as he eyes Namjoon behind me head tilting slightly to the side.

- today will start your medical baths to treat your skin - i began nervously, Yoongi looks up at me almost immediately. Glossy eyes and red cheeks. I look at him confused but don’t comment on it.

- here yn - Namjoon says beside me, I smiled at him taking the syringe from his hand.

- I’ll give you your meds and once your bath is ready well take you to it - I tell him stoping in front of him, he only nods brushing his long dark hair away from his face.

I opened his shirt a bit to expose his arm for me to apply the medication, this time Yoongi made a face of discomfort. Something felt off but I just brushed out of my mind, once I was done i returned the syringe to Namjoon. Before I could take one step away from him he held my wrist.

I turned slightly to him only to realize he wasn’t looking at me but the floor, a pained expression on his features eyes closing slowly as he began to fall from the bed.

I moved quickly to hold him before he could hit the ground, holding him tight in my arms he felt hot almost too much for his normal body heat. With my other hand I checked his temperature by touching his forehead, his body weighted over me making me almost fall.

- he has a fever - I tell namjoon. I hear him moving behind me.

- that’s not good - he says closer to me - i should take a few exams then. He should rest a bit before the bath.

- are you sure? - I asked him worried, it happened so fast I wasn’t sure of it.

- yes, trust me - he said. I only nodded.

I hold Yoongi upwards, getting up I take him back to the bed trying my best to lay him down as carefully as I could. Dark glossy eyes starting into mine when my right hand brushed at the back of his neck as I lay his head over the bed, feeling the scales on his skin at the tip of my fingers my breath got stuck on my throat.

I was so lost in his features to realize the delicate touch of his hands sliding up my wrists to my arms, completely mesmerized by him. As if I was being hypnotized, his hands closing over my shoulders to extend them over his head my knee that was between his legs keeping my balance almost giving in. My entire body felt the wave of heat coming from his, needing him, wanting him.

It was wrong. He probably didn’t even knew all of this was happening, he looked completely out of it.

In one breath I took all i had in me to lift myself from top of him, standing in front of him I see how his chest moved up and down as he sighted slowly, he extended his arms up over his head the shirt lifting up a bit as he did so exposing the scales on his hips. He was taking deep breathes, eyes still locked into mine his face was red and I could clearly see the arousal forming under his silk pants.

I quickly turned back feeling my checks hot, not being able to look at namjoon as I made my way to him.

- should we go? - I asked him.

- yeah… it shouldn’t take long for the symptoms to reduce - he says, fallowing me as I walk to the door.

Once I leave the room my body immediately calmed down at the cold air of the clinic, pushing my hair back as I sighted turning back to Namjoon my eyes searching for his in an attempt to forget dark glossy ones.

Even thought I was now out of his room I could still feel the heat from him, like he was inside every cell in my body.

- are you ok? - Namjoon asked, closing the door behind him.

- yeah… - I said, a sight leaving my lips.

He looks at my face for a bit, clearly confused at my reaction trying to understand it. I try not to give his inspection much mind as I see Hoseok coming closer from the other way of the corridor. His orange hair was a big contrast between the white walls, he had a bright smile on his face as he made his way to us.

- what’s this on your neck? - Namjoons voice brought my eyes back to his sharp ones once my brain realized his question.

- oh this… - my hand coming up to cover my neck where Yoongi bite me - nothing… I just burned myself with the curling iron.

- wow that must’ve hurt - he says.

- hey guys - Hoseok stoped beside namjoon giving a smile and I was thankful for him as Namjoon took his attention from me - we ready to take the hybrid?

- take? - I asked, staring at them both confused.

- oh, I forgot to tell you yn - Namjoon turned his attention to me - I won’t be with you for the Hybrid bath, so Hoseok will be your assistance.

He won’t?

- that’s ok but, why? - I asked.

- the female Snake hybrid just got here - he says - Jin told me to take care of her treatments so you’ll be fully in charge of Yoongi from now.

The female was here already. For some reason I get bitter about.

I got an anxious feeling with this situation, as thought I should be happy to be the one to take care of him knowing he trusts me the most between the doctors, the bite was making more nervous.

And the fact that the female hybrids was here only meant one thing, is was almost time for them to take him.

- don’t worry yn, I’ll be with you - Hoseok said, one hand over my shoulder a different light on his eyes but, I couldn’t decipher.

I was still completely lost on Yoongi. How am I supposed to help him?

[…]

We had our lunch break together to discuss the next steps for the mating process, I wish I could say I was happy but knowing they were going to put down Yoongi afterwards made me sick. Not only that but, the fact I would be fully in charge of him now made me even more nervous. For some reason he seems more comfortable around me, yet he bite me the next day.

His behavior was starting to make me confuse, his poison made curious as well. It couldn’t kill but definitely had some effects on the human body, he also mentioned something about it but my mind was so foggy I couldn’t really remember much of what happened or his words.

Looking at the males on the table, my face must’ve told them something was wrong.

- you look like you wanna say something- Hoseok said, taking a sip of his americano.

- no, I’m curious - collecting my thoughts thinking of a way to ask it - Yoongi being a snake hybrid and having poison on his bite… what are the effects?

- oh, that is a good one - Hoseok said, turning to Namjoon - lucky we have the expert right here.

- I’m not expert, Jin just told me something’s from the tests that were run over the poison - Namjoon said.

- what did he say?

- well, the lab didn’t found much on the results as it was like it didn’t have any negative effects except - he came closer to us, talking lower only for our table to hear - it wasn’t enough to kill but, once one of our staffs was bitten they found a change in the structure of the poison.

- Namjoon not everyone is a smart ass like you - Hoseok whispered annoyed - translate please?

- it takes a few days to leave thw body but till it’s completely out of your system, it’s painful - Namjoon said - like being electrocuted or something.

- the guy in the hospital wouldn’t stop moving from the pain and had to be sedated for his treatment - Hoseok said, making sense of Namjoons words who only nodded to him.

- oh… that’s very interesting - i said, looking down at my food.

But I didn’t felt any pain.

I was dizzy but not in pain. I can’t really explain what it felt like apart from tiredness and an intense heat, it was so hot and my whole body felt like in a high.

I couldn’t understand any of it, it seemed the clinic also doesn’t know much about Yoongi. I would have to get the answers from the hybrid himself. I have to know why, this could be important to save him.

After lunch me and Hoseok went our separate ways from Namjoon, we walked quietly through no one said a word and I was thankful for that.

Once we stopped in front of Yoongis door I turned to Hoseok before we entered.

- I have to tell you a few things first - I began.

- yn, is okay is not my first time treating him - Hoseok smiled.

- no you don’t understand, he… doesn’t like other males - I tell him.

- oh only the pretty doctor y/n he likes hum? - he chuckled walking past me, my cheeks went hot.

He moved so fast I didn’t get the chance to stop him, in a second he was inside Yoongis room. I rushed behind him closing the door quickly. My body was getting used to the warmth of his room already.

Standing beside Hoseok I looked at him angrily.

- long time no see Yoongi - he said to the hybrid.

- you must have a death wish then - Yoongi said groggy lifting half of his body only, he had a smirk on his face as he scanned the room.

- you - I said to Hoseok turning him to look me harshly, anger filling me - he is my patient, when I tell you to listen you listen I didn’t let Namjoon risk this and I won’t let you either.

Hoseok looked at me not saying a word, he blinked before swallowing.

- you friend was bitten, do you want to say hi to him in person? - I asked. He only moved his head side to side. - exactly.

I sighted, hand over my forehead. God the males in this clinic are driving me insane.

I turned back to yoongi who was now sitting in his bed, looking at us confused yet amused. The smirk still facing on his lips.

- you feel better now? - I asked him.

- didn’t felt bad before - he answered, eyes looked into mine.

- your bath is ready… - I turned my gaze away from his, the memories from his state before bringing a warmth to my face - Hoseok will help me today.

Turning to Hoseok he walked to me with a collar on his hand.

- here is the collar - he said, showing me the metal collar with a chain. I looked at him in disbelief - what? Is a protocol for red code hybrids no matter the species no matter the case he must wear it.

- okay… give me - i take the collar from his hands, feeling the weight of it before. It had a smart lock and it didn’t weight much, it felt lighter on my hands.

After making sure it wouldn’t bother him I made my way towards the hybrid, Yoongi immediately stood up once I stopped in front of him. Lifting the collar to his neck I could feel his slow breathes hitting my face, sharp eyes scanning my face as put the collar around his neck carefully. Ignoring the look he was giving me. The closeness of our bodies making my checks heat up, locking the collar around his neck making sure is not tight I looked at him searching for any discomfort but he seemed fine with it.

The ghost of the memory of his scales softly touching my fingers was enough to bring my eyes to his, dark shiny orbs looking stray into mine.

I swallowed hard turning away from him. I could feel the heat from his body already.

- let’s go then - i say making my way to the door, ignoring the smirk from Hoseok.

On the way to the baths Hoseok explains to me how the collar works and why is needed, turns out is a way to put the hybrid to sleep if he behaves in a threatening way or tries to scape. He will be electrocuted if he does so, the collar can sense if the levels of adrenaline of the hybrid are off and it will make a sound to alert the one responsible for him before he is electrocuted.

Knowing Yoongi made me cringe at the idea of having him on that collar but, at the same time i understood. I couldn’t deny the truth either. I didn’t know him completely. I thought I did and he bite me. I couldn’t risk it anymore but at the same time, I wouldn’t let him get to that point. At least I would try to.

Having him fallow me in a collar felt weird, holding the chain as he walked beside me between me and Hoseok had a weird affect on me. Hoseok kept talking till we get to the floor, I wouldn’t make any effort to keep the conversation going the heaviness I felt on my shoulders from Yoongis eyes on me was hard to ignore. Even if I try to I wouldn’t be able to make any sense of words.

I knew he was looking at me, I don’t know why though. I couldn’t decipher him at all. He was a mystery I couldn’t get any closer to resolve. Every time I thought I knew him he would change my mind completely.

Once we got there for the bath, Hoseok began to get all the medicine ready for me and I prepared a second hand of clothes for Yoongi. The bathroom was changed to accommodate his needs and it will be his personal bathroom for as long as his skin treatment continues or for as long as they let him live.

The bathroom was big, it had a closet for towels soap, bathrobe and everything might be needed. In the middle of the room was the bathtub, a round bathtub filled with warm water and medicine for his skin.

From his lasts exams the bad state of his skin was stopping him from shedding, making the skin get stuck with layers of dead shedding. We would have to apply the medicine over it and then with the help of warm water remove all the dead skin from his body.

- I’m done yn - said Hoseok behind me. I turned to him after gathering some towels and putting them beside the clothes over a small table that was closer to the bathtub.

- thanks, I’ll take care of it from now - I tell him, giving him a small smile.

- are you sure? - he gave me a look, walking over to me as he looked at Yoongi before whispering - are you ok, being alone with him?

- yes - I whispered back to him, although I wouldn’t mind his presence in the room as I treat Yoongi - and he has the collar right? I’ll be safe.

- ok… if anything happens I’ll run that door opened and get you - at his words I chuckled nodding to him. He gave me a positive sing and walked to the door.

After he left I made my way to Yoongi who still stood there in front of the bathtub not knowing what to do.

I wasn’t the best when it came to his kind of hybrid but, I was good at taking care of wounds.

- so you’re not scared to be alone with me? - Yoongi asked as I came closer.

- well, you did bite me but - I stopped, once my eyes locked with his the same look from before still on his features. Dark glossy eyes and red cheeks. I should hurry with this. It wouldn’t be nice to treat him if he behaves like before, specially when I know nothing how his behavior works. No one knows much about the snake hybrid.

- should a strip for you? - he said suddenly. My eyes staring into his surprised.

- what? - my checks went hot. He chuckled and I notice the amusement over his features. I only nodded.

Making my way to get the medicine for his skin on the other side, I took a few breaths before doing it so.

What was wrong with me?

Grabbing the meds I turned back to him, the sight of his naked back took a breath away from me. He had scales that came from the back of his neck down his hip like a pair of wings, amazed at how unique it looked as well as worried. He clearly has been scratching his back trying to get the dead skin off, marks of scratching and dry blood all over his back.

I swallowed hard as I came closer to him, it looked worst from this close. He’s must have been through so much pain and discomfort.

- I’ll start aplaying the medicine on your back - i state, he didn’t say nothing.

Putting some of the liquid medicine over the cotton clothe on my hand, I began to slightly press it over the parts where he scratched badly. As the skin was dry i first had to clean the wounds before treating them, the hot water would help a lot more.

He still had some shedding to do as a few parts over his scales were coming off when I touched, some could feel disgusted by this but I couldn’t. I was completely shocked at how much they haven’t been treating him right.

- ouch.. - he murmured.

I immediately looked up to check on him, his eyes were closed in a painful expression.

- I’m sorry… I’ll be more gentle - I tell him, which makes him turn towards me. My eyes being meet with his exposed chest.

- not you… - he said, i look up to his eyes - this thing…

He pointed at the collar.

- it’s scratching my neck…

His skin is lot more sentive when shedding no wonder the collar is bothering him so much, not thinking twice about it I move my hands up to take it off from his neck. The click sound of it opening as did so.

- better?

He only nods his head. Glossy eyes still locked with mine.

I blinked, turning to put the collar over the table.

- you should get in the tub now - I tell him - I’ll give you some privacy as you do so….

Before I can turn for him to take off his clothes he holds my wrist.

- you can look… - he said, lips turning up in smirk - I don’t mind you looking at me.

I swallowed before turning away from him. My face was burning hot.

I heard him chuckled before the sound of steps and clothes shuffled, I heard him getting in the water. A breathy moan leaving his lips as did so. A sound so sinful and full of pleasure.

- that’s heaven… - he murmured - you can turn now.

- ok… - I turned to him slowly.

The sight was something else, never would i thought for a second to be here right now being the one to have such mesmerizing sight to look at. He was just sitting there both arms resting on the tub, eyes closed and a relaxed expression on his soft features. A few strands of hair over his face.

Completely naked under water in front of me, his scales shined a lot more now due to the moisture of the hot bath. The smell of lavender filling my lungs as I stand there.

What was it about him that felt so enticing to me?

I never felt this before. I couldn’t explain how he made me feel. With just a few looks and words from him I was completely under a spell, no matter what I was always coming back.

Maybe because I pity him? Maybe because I don’t want him to die?

Maybe, I just like him.

Maybe, just maybe is the way he looks at me. How those dark eyes hold so much mystery, how he’s so comfortable around me and how he looked so heavenly beautiful now.

All wet and comfortable inside that bathtub, how his scales shined so much more now making him look like a diamond himself. As if he was bathing in stars.

All for my eyes only.

- you’re staring at me - at the sound of his low voice I came back to reality. Clearing my throat as I walked closer to the bathtub.

- no I wasn’t - I lied.

At my response he slowly opened his dark eyes to look at mine, a tired expression laying on his features his eyes looked me up and down in silence as a small smile formed on his lips. I tried to look anywhere but him, nervously switching side to side hands behind my back as I stood under his gaze.

Almost cursing myself at it. Why am i so nervous? This shouldn’t bother me this much, I’m his doctor I should be serious.

- come here.

I looked at him stunted at his request.

- what? - i asked.

Maybe I was so overwhelmed by his presence and beautiful naked body in a bathtub in front of me, I began to imagine things.

- you - he said, more demanding this time - come here.

- I’m here. - I said, still not moving at all.

I swallowed hard. Suddenly my feet felt stuck on the ground. I couldn’t move even if I wanted.

- why? - he chuckled, it was unusual to see him smiling like that and he looked absolutely beautiful his entire face lights up when he smiled - you want me to get you?

He looked down at the water then back to me over his lashes, his smile slowly drifting to a smirk. My checks felt hotter then ever. Not wanting to make things more difficult I made my way to him, his eyes never letting go of me. I sat over the edge of the bathtub beside him.

- closer… - he only murmured, eyes running over my face.

I didn’t.

I couldn’t move.

The bite on my neck burned at the thought of getting any closer, the memory was still fresh over my skin. He seemed to notice as his features soften while he came closer to me. Resting his left arm on the edge of the tub to place his chin over his hand. Dark orbs staring at mine as he lifted his right hand up to softly push my hair away from my neck, exposing the bite.

- did I hurt you? - he asked, sounding apologetic.

- a bit… - i manege to say, eyes locked with his - why did you bite me?

- humm… - he murmured, eyes traveling over the bite on my neck up my face - to send a message.

- message? - I blinked still not getting his words.

- you should know… not to come to me smelling like another males rut - he said, a bit of anger on his tone eyes stuck into mine - and he should know not to touch you.

- oh…

He meant Jungkook the bunny hybrid I treated.

Of course. Hybrids get extra sensitive to another’s male scent, Yoongi must’ve had mistaken the situation. Is normal for us doctors to be in contact with hybrids in heat as we must take care of their mating process, i just didn’t know they could leave their scent on me like that.

- well he got your message… - I tell him, akward smile on my face - he thought I had a mate.

I chuckled a bit. Yoongi didn’t laugh though, only looked at me down to the bandage on my neck.

- sorry i hurt you… it wasn’t my intention - he said.

- it’s a bite… I don’t see how that wouldn’t hurt - my voice was lower for some reason, I felt shy around him like this. As if his words had second meanings I didn’t know how to understand.

- mine doesn’t… - at his words I turned my eyes back to his - I could show you but, only if you ask me to.

- I won’t.

- that’s ok for me… - the smile on his face seemed completely different from before, it had a glint of indecency.

I gulped down looking at my feet, cheeks burning hot.

The sound of water turned my attention back to him beside me, he moved closer now on his knees on the bathtub. I looked at him surprised, trying to keep my eyes from darting down towards his body.

If my face was hot before now it was in flames, he tilted his head to the side dark eyes staring right into mine. Drops of water falling from his chin and hair sliding slowly down his skin and scales on his neck.

He looked so fresh and clean, not that he was dirty before but like a new him just emerged from that water.

My breath stopped at my throat at the touch of his hand on my face, the tips of his wet fingers sliding slightly against my chin down my neck and stoping at his bite cover by the bandage. He took it off my skin slowly till the bandage was completely off, throwing it on the floor.

- you didn’t treat it yet - he said as his eyes scanned the wound, eyebrows furrying and voice a mere whisper.

- didn’t have the time yet - I told the truth, the whole morning I’ve been busy trying to forget who gave me the bite.

- in this case I can help…

He brushed my hair away from my neck coming closer to my face, glossy eyes staring at the bite. I immediately stopped him, my cold hand rested against his warm chest from the hot bath. He looked into my eyes as if my action had hurted him, I gulped turning my gaze away from his.

Face warm from nervous, no more bites, not now. I was still recovering from the first bite, another from him and my body would certainly betray me, I could still remember the effects his poison had over me the first time.

- I won’t hurt you… - he whispered, his breath mere centimeters away from my face making me turn to him.

In a second he wrapped one arm around my body holding me down, the other he held the back of my neck.

- No, Yoongi…

I knew I couldn’t fight him, my hands kept sliding against his wet shoulders as I tried to stop him.

But I couldn’t stop him, so I just waited for the pain. For him to sink his teeth over my skin again.

Yet he didn’t.

All he did was leave a long lick over the bite taking my breath away, my hands searching for his shoulder for support afraid a might fall but he only held me tighter.

My entire body was trembling at the feeling of his tongue on my skin, he didn’t stop at one lick and continue to suck on my skin.

- Yoongi?…

His name felt different this time coming from my lips, no bite yet I was in high on his poison again. My body tremble from his hot wet skin over mine, a gasp leaving my lips as he continued to lick over the bite.

At this point I couldn’t find the strength to let go, finger closing in a fist over his wet hair as I held him against my neck. It hit me in waves, the pleasure from his lips on my neck down my entire body.

He groaned against my neck, hand grabbing my hair holding my tightly against his wet body. Nothing made sense to me but it felt so good.

His nose brushed against my neck up to my jaw as he left small kisses and licks against my skin, hand grabbing my hair to make me look at him in the eyes. Glossy dark eyes staring into mine in such blissful way, I felt light headed as I stared into his gaze.

He rested his forehead against mine, small breathes as his hands slides down my body and stoping at my hips.

For a moment we just stared at each other, the tips of my fingers traveling over his shoulders to the scales of his neck touching them slightly. I held his face with both my hands as i caressed his checks with my thumbs, he closed his eyes slowly resting over my touch.

Nothing made more sense to me then us like this now, lips slightly brushing against each other I don’t think twice before closing the distance between us completely.

He groaned against my lips holding my tighter, fingers sliding under my shirt caressing my skin with warm hands. I gasped at the feeling, he bite my bottom lip sucking on it after.

He proceeded to to leave wet kisses along my jaw and down my neck, leaving me breathless. Hands pushing my shirt up at the bottom of my bra exposing my belly, he began to kiss it pushing me against him by the hips licking under my bellybutton.

He looked up at me glossy eyes staring right into mine before letting of me, completely submerging under the water in a big splash leaving me breathless needing more of him.

Emerging afterwards after a few seconds under water, he pushed his now wet black hair back eyes locked with mine the entire time.

He rested himself on the bathtub, a sight leaving his lips my eyes drifting down at his exposed chest.

Only realized I was biting my bottom lip till I taste the blood, the sound of the door opening as Hoseok entered the room waking me up back to reality.

- is almost time… - he said, eyes staring at me then Yoongi - is everything alright?

- it was - Yoongi interrupted, voice low and raspy - till you get in.

Hoseok scoffed walking towards me.

- is alright Hobi… - I tell him, making my way to the table with the towels, making sure my hair is covering the bite on my neck.

I took one and bringing it to Yoongi lifting the towel up for him to take.

- here - I tell him - dry yourself and then put on the clothes over the table.

He lifts himself up from the bath making his way where I stood, completely naked and wet. Eyes looking me up and down, the memories from a few moments ago making my cheeks burn. I kept my gaze on anything besides him, still noticing how he smirked while taking the towel from my hand with wet fingers.

I cleared my throat turning to walk to Hoseok who stood there just watching, stoping in front of him who looked at me, as if waiting for me to explain. I smiled awkwardly at him.

I didn’t say anything and just stood there, waiting for Yoongi to dry himself and get dressed. It didn’t took long though. Thankfully.

- done - Yoongi said behind me, I turned to find him right behind me the collar on his hand as he gave it to me.

I looked at him, for some reason i didn’t wanted to put it on him. I wish I could just walk normally with him to his room but, I had to fallow the protocols. I sight left my lips while locked the collar back around his neck.

He only stared at me, no discomfort on his face he had a calm expression over his soft features.

- lest go then - Hoseok said.

He walked ahead of us the entire time till we get to Yoongis room. For the first time Hoseok was quiet and I wondered what might have been the reason, he usually was so bright and never quiet. It made me worry I might have said something or if something happened while I was with Yoongi.

Could it be…. Maybe he heard us?

My cheeks burned at the thought. Oh no. Not him. Not Hoseok…. He will never let it go if he heard it.

Shit I was in trouble.

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Me & You & Everyone We Know | Chapter 8 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - You and Spencer have a serious talk about the direction your relationship is heading in. Spencer takes you and Taco out for the day where you bump into two members of his old team who also happen to be on a date.

Pairing - Single Dad! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, smut minors DNI.

Warnings - starts off angsty but there’s tons of fluff in this chapter. Mentions of cheating, swearing, making out, Spencer’s insecurities, more dog silliness, slightly awkward introductions, Garvez.

WC - 5.6k

Chapter 8 - Half of My Heart

Half of my heart's got a grip on the situation,

Half of my heart takes time.

Half of my heart's got the right mind to tell you,

That I can't keep loving you,

With half of my heart.

“Y/N,” he swallowed. “What are you doing here?”

He felt like his heart had leapt into his throat at the sight of you on his porch.

You were probably the last person he expected to see here, on his doorstep in the middle of the night.

You hadn’t said a word to him since crushing the very expensive bouquet of flowers so to say he was surprised to find you here was an understatement.

“I don’t know why I came here.” You shrugged, scuffing your toe on the doorstep.

You were dressed in sweats, your hair was a little messy and your face was make-up free as though you’d just rolled out of bed.

The truth was you had. You’d been laying in bed staring at the ceiling and all you could think of was Spencer.

You were angry at him, hurt at the way he’d treated you but for some ungodly reason you missed him.

So you’d found yourself jumping out of bed and into your car and driving out of DC and into the Virginia suburbs just to see his face.

But you didn’t have any idea what you planned on saying when you were actually here, or why you’d come here in the first place.

“Oh.” He chewed on his lip. “Ok?”

“Can I come in?”

Spencer looked over his shoulder briefly before looking back at you. His expression was almost guilty.

“Uh…you see the thing is…”

Your heart dropped and your chest tightened as you stared at him wide eyed.

“Oh gosh,” you gasped, stumbling backwards a little. “You have another woman in there.”

Spencer couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips at the misunderstanding.

“In a way. A little woman. Daisy’s home.” He shrugged.

“Oh.” You exhaled, trying to get your breathing back to normal. “I thought your kids were with their mom this weekend?”

“Lily is. Daisy…there was a thing. It was messy. It resulted in Daisy not wanting to see her mom right now.” He gnawed on his lip. “She’s asleep though, so it’s probably ok if you come in.”

You nodded stiffly and Spencer held the door open for you to enter. He noticed you immediately glancing around the room.

“You painted?” You frowned, and now you were in the light you could see paw prints all over his shirt. “And so did your dog.”

“Yeah. It was time.” He shrugged, leading you over to the couch and wishing he’d thought to change out of his paint covered shirt.

He completely forgot he had the photo album still laid open on the coffee table and he saw your eyes land on it straight away.

You took in the photograph of a much younger Spencer and his pregnant new wife.

“Uh…I don’t even know how to explain that.” Spencer sighed, chewing heavily on his lip. “It’s been a really fucking weird week.”

You glanced up at him as he raked his fingers through his hair.

“You look so young.” You mused.

“I guess I was. It seems like a different lifetime ago now.” He shook his head.

“So does this fucking weird week have any relevance to why you showed up at my apartment drunk out of your mind and acted like a complete asshole?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Kind of.” He shrugged. “I haven’t told you the reason why I got divorced.”

You narrowed your eyes on him, wondering what this had to do with things, but wanted to give him a chance to explain.

“No, you haven’t.”

“My ex-wife, Maeve, was having an affair. For three years.” He spoke stoically. “We never told the kids why we broke up, it seemed better if they didn’t know. But Daisy found out and I got angry and I tend to drink when I’m angry. And that’s how I ended up at your apartment, drunk out of my mind and acting like a complete asshole.”

“Three years? Shit.” You rolled fur lip between your teeth. “That’s fucked up.”

“Yeah.” Spencer leaned forward and closed the photo album that seemed to be taunting him. “I wasn’t pining or anything. That’s not what this was about. I just…I don’t know. I needed to remember when things were good. Because things feel as though they haven’t been good in a really long time. Not at least until I met you.”

“You were a jerk.”

“I was. It was totally inexcusable for me to act the way I did. When it comes to my ex and my kids, I can get a little crazy.”

“I can tell.” You softened a little. “It doesn’t make up for how you treated me.”

“No, it doesn’t. I can sit here and say I’m sorry until I’m blue in the face, Y/N. I am sorry, if I could take it back I would. The last thing I ever wanted to do was make you think I only wanted you for sex because that’s not true. At least I don’t think it is.

Honestly I don’t know what I expected between us. I wasn’t looking to meet someone or start anything. I was just trying to get through life one day at a time and keep my head above water. Dating was the last thing on my mind.

But then, there you were. You just showed up in my life and made me believe I could be happy again. And I went and fucked that up by getting drunk.

I’m a mess ok? I can’t promise I’m not going to get wound up by something my ex-wife does and drink through the anger again. My life is a fucking disaster, quite frankly. And I’d understand if you didn’t want to get involved in the tsunami of my life, I get it. It’s a lot to ask of anyone. I have baggage and sometimes it’s too much for me to carry alone so I drink or I shut myself off from the world.

There are a million reasons for you to walk away. And I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I just hope that maybe you see something in me worth staying for.”

Spencer inhaled deeply after his long, sprawling rant.

He’d been sitting on the words all week, desperate for you to hear them. And now he had you in front of him he had to get them out before you left again.

You needed to know the full story, everything you were getting yourself into if in fact you wanted to get into it with him.

He needed to lay all his cards on the table and hope to god it wouldn’t completely terrify you.

You listened intently and took in every one of his words, sitting and swirling them around your brain for a few moments.

Spencer chewed erratically on his lip while he waited for you to respond.

When you did, your words took him a little by surprise.

“Look Spencer, I need to know, do you still have feelings for your ex? Because I don’t want to get in over my head for a man who’s hung up on somebody else.” You folded your arms across your chest in a way of creating a barrier between the two of you.

Spencer glanced back at the closed photo album, biting on the inside of his cheek.

“The truth is, I don’t know.” He looked back at you, tears glistening behind his eyes. “We got married before we had the chance to know each other. I always told myself that I loved her, sure, but I was never in love with her. I focused on my girls after she left, only letting myself think about what her leaving did to them. I told everyone I was fine because it was just a marriage of convenience.

No one thought we were going to last, myself included. My father walked out on me and my mom when I was ten. My mentor who hand picked me for the BAU left me with a note. People leave me. It’s a pattern. I guess I always thought she’d do the same. So I tell myself I don’t care and that I’m fine but really…I honestly don’t know how I feel.”

You appreciated his honesty. You were surprised by it and so was Spencer.

He wasn’t comfortable being so raw, so vulnerable. It made him feel exposed, as though his chest had been cut open and you were staring at his insides, watching the physical beat of his heart in his chest.

You shifted a little on the couch, unfolding your arms again so you could play with your hands in your lap.

“I uh…thanks I guess. For telling me the truth.” Your voice cracked a little.

Spencer moved closer to you, taking you by surprise. His large hands found your face and cupped your cheeks.

You felt yourself melt into his hold. Spencer’s skin on yours had a habit of doing that.

“I don’t know how I feel about my ex. But I do know how I feel about you.” He looked at you intensely, almost as though he was staring into your soul. “I never felt…when I first saw you…” he trailed off with a chuckle.

“Cat got your tongue, Doctor?” You smiled a little against his warm hands, feeling your previous anger towards him slowly dissipating.

“I have an IQ of one hundred and eighty seven but I swear when I look in your eyes it renders me dumb.” He exhaled to try and get his brain working. “I am infatuated by you. I have been since the first moment I laid eyes on you. I saw you that day on campus and I swear to god Y/N the whole world stopped turning for me. I have never in my life felt such a magnetic force pulling me towards someone.

There is something about you that just…it’s like my heart just stopped beating when my ex left and you were like the jolt of electricity that brought me back from the dead. I started to breathe again the moment I looked into your eyes. It’s like I’ve been sleepwalking through most of my life and now I’m wide awake and I…I…I am infatuated by you. Truly and utterly infatuated. So no, I don’t know how I feel about my ex but I damn sure know how I feel about you.”

His words had caused tears to well in your eyes. It was the most open he’d been with you, it was the most open he’d been with anyone in a long time.

Did it make you a complete idiot that you were falling for this? He’d admitted he didn’t know how he felt about his ex-wife, what if he realised somewhere down the line that he was still in love with her? What would that mean for you?

It was probably easier to walk away now. At least it should have been. But despite yourself you were already in too deep. Your feelings for Spencer had manifested at lightning speed and you were already hooked on him.

Chances were this would end in disaster. But wouldn’t it just be the most beautiful disaster?

“I’m not looking for a fling, Spencer. I’m not looking to just be a bit on the side while you resolve your feelings towards your ex. I’m not after something casual. And if you can only give me casual then I think it’s best if we-“ you were cut off suddenly when Spencer’s lips crashed against your own.

You whined a little, your lips parting and his tongue took the initiative to glide into your mouth.

He laid you back on the couch and held your face while he kissed you with bruising force. The passion laced in that kiss set your body aflame.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him close. He explored your mouth with a combination of desperation and intrigue.

The weight of his body pressed you into the couch and you felt him growing hard almost immediately. He rolled his hips against yours and you moaned against his lips.

You moved one hand down his chest towards his crotch and started stroking him through his pants.

He bucked against you, moaning into your mouth.

“Fuck.” He panted. “Fuck, we can’t.”

Reluctantly Spencer tore himself away from you, a part of his brain screaming at him to kiss you again.

He pulled himself off you and sat up, trying to ignore the throbbing in his pants.

“My daughters upstairs. I don’t want…I don’t want to be the dad that has sex while his daughter is right upstairs.” He put his head in his hands. “And also, it doesn’t exactly help my case of showing you I want something more if I try to get you into bed at every available opportunity.”

And as turned on and as frustrating as it was, your heart melted.

“Spence?” You whispered, shuffling closer to him and stroking the back of his neck.

“Hmm?” He uncovered his face again and looked at you.

“You’re an amazing father.” You placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you.” He choked a little.

“So this isn’t just a fling?” You nervously chewed your bottom lip, needing to hear him say it.

He leant forward and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You could never be just a fling. I can’t promise you forever Y/N because I can’t even promise myself that. The only long term relationship I’ve ever had was with Maeve and that ended so terribly that I am terrified of letting myself be vulnerable again. But I want to try. And I can promise you I will give you my all. I will give you every piece of my heart that is still mine to give. But you have to understand that my heart isn’t necessarily whole anymore, but I want you to have all the shards that I still have.” His eyes filled with tears again.

“Ok.” You nodded with a small smile.

“Ok?” He frowned.

“Ok, I might consider letting you take me out again.”

“How about tomorrow?” The tears in his eyes seemed to vanish only to be replaced with a sparkle.

“I thought you had your daughter this weekend?”

“Me and my friend Jennifer were supposed to be taking the kids to the park tomorrow but she owes me a favour.”

“What are you suggesting, Doctor?”

“JJ and her husband can handle the three kids. And the dog. Tomorrow I want to take you out.”

“You really don’t have to.” You shook your head. “I don’t ever want to get in the way of you spending time with your kids.”

“I spend all my time with my kids.” He chuckled. “One Sunday isn’t the end of the world. And besides, with Daisy so angry at her mom I have no idea when I’ll have a free weekend again.”

“I have one stipulation.” You cocked a playful eyebrow.

“What’s that?” Spencer frowned a little.

“Bring the dog. I love dogs.” You smirked.

“Trust me, you won’t love this one.” Spencer laughed.

“Not the way you do, no.” You giggled, standing up from the couch. “But bring the dog.”

“You will regret that.” Spencer stood too and walked you towards the door.

“We’ll see.” You opened the door and hovered in the entrance way. “So, tomorrow?”

“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.” Spencer leaned in and kissed you softly again.

But soft quickly turned passionate and he had to forcibly pull back before he got carried away.

“Goodnight, Doctor.” You laughed as you stepped onto the porch.

“Goodnight, Angel.” He smiled dopily as he watched you leave.

Daisy hid out of sight in the corridor, peeping through the crack in the living room door. She cradled Taco with her good arm.

She watched her dad close the door and lean back against it, a smile on his face bigger than any she’d seen on him for a while.

She didn’t need to read micro expressions to know her dad was actually happy.

It made Daisy smile too. She loved her dad and wanted him to be happy and she was smart enough to know he hadn’t really been happy since her mom left.

When Spencer moved away from the door and started shutting off the lights, she quickly and quietly scampered back upstairs and into bed before her dad realised she’d been spying on him.

She got curled up under her duvet with Taco under her arm just moments before the door reopened a crack and Spencer stuck his head inside.

She kept her eyes screwed tightly shut as her dad hovered in the doorway. After a few moments she heard him whisper, “sweet dreams, pumpkin. I love you.” And then the door closed again.

She opened her eyes and snuggled closer to the scruffy mutt.

“I love you too dad.” She whispered into the dark.

***

JJ was more than happy for Spencer to skip their park day and take Daisy with them, especially when she found out why.

Spencer however had a slight crisis of faith about the whole thing.

“Does it make me a terrible dad for palming off my daughter on you so I can spend time with a woman?” He fretted.

“Spence, you couldn’t be a terrible dad if you tried. It’s hard enough being a parent when there’s two of you. Being on your own and dating…you do what you have to do.” JJ tried to reassure him.

“I just…I don’t want to be like my dad.”

“Spencer,” JJ gripped his shoulder. “Your dad walked out on you. He just got up and left. You are having one day off, which rightfully should have been your day off anyway because Daisy was supposed to be with Maeve. You are absolutely nothing like your dad. Please stop worrying. Focus on Y/N. I’ve got this.”

God he didn’t know what he would do without JJ’s words of wisdom sometimes.

Still feeling a little guilty, he kissed his daughter goodbye and hopped in his car, along with Taco, and drove to Folger Park where the two of you were meeting.

He was a little late thanks to his crisis and you were waiting on a bench with coffees.

You lit up when you saw him approaching but it turned to a frown when you saw the hairy creature trailing behind him on a leash.

“That’s a dog?” You stared at it.

“I’m starting to become unsure of that myself.” He wrapped his free hand around you, cupping your lower back and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“He looks like a Gremlin.” You crouched down to inspect him better.

“I thought about getting him groomed but I’m scared of what I might find under there.”

“He’s got a cute little face. His ears are too long.” You giggled, patting the mutt on the head.

Taco responded by giving you a happy little bark and then attacking your face with his tongue.

“He likes you. I think. I don’t know, I haven't figured him out yet.”

“I think he likes me. Do you like me, Taco?” You continued to fuss him and he kept licking you.

“Ok, ok, that’s enough. I’m the only one that gets to use tongue with her.” Spencer tugged the dog away from you before lifting him up and sitting down on the bench with Taco in his lap.

“Are you jealous, Doctor?” You sat next to him, handing him one of the coffees.

“Of a mangy dog? Hardly.” Spencer scoffed.

“You’re going to give him a complex if you keep talking about him like that.”

“It’s a good job he can’t understand a word I’m saying then.” Spencer chuckled.

“You like the dog.” You smiled in amusement.

“I do not. Stop saying that.” Spencer grumbled.

“The dog certainly likes you.”

“As he should, I saved him from near death.”

“You like the dog.” You laughed to yourself, sipping your coffee.

“Please can we stop focusing on the dog? Just pretend he isn’t here.”

“Maybe we should walk him.”

“As long as we don’t talk about him, I’m fine with that.” Spencer set Taco back on the ground and the two of you stood up.

You strolled through the park sipping coffee and basking in the pleasantly warm weather. Spring was approaching and flowers were starting to blossom, the smell of the pollen in the air. Trees were regrowing their leaves, lining the path you walked in a welcome shade.

Taco stopped to sniff every flower they passed and got skittish when other dogs tried to greet him.

Spencer lost count of the amount of times he had to tell dog owners, “he’s nervous. I think. He’s weird.”

You chatted between yourself comfortably when Taco wasn’t demanding attention. Once the coffees were finished and disposed of you continued to walk.

Spencer rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows as the sun's warmth started to beat down on him.

At one point your hands brushed against each other’s and it made Spencer jump a little although he wasn’t sure why. It was like static electricity had passed between you. One that sent shocks right to his heart.

When it happened a second time he took it as a sign and without looking to see your reaction, he threaded his fingers in yours.

You glanced over at him with a smile and held his hand tightly.

“Is it weird to say that this feels…normal?” Spencer asked as you walked.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just…I don’t feel as though I’ve felt normal in a long time. Maybe ever in fact. But this, walking with you, hand in hand, even the dog…it just feels normal.” He shrugged.

“I’m glad.” You felt a small blush creep to your cheeks. “And it’s not weird. It does feel…normal.”

“And then we remember I have an ex-wife and two kids and really, this is far from normal?”

“Maybe.” You nodded. “Maybe it’s not normal. But it at least feels good.”

“It certainly does.” He gave your hand a squeeze. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“I read about this place nearby called Barkhaus, it’s a bar-restaurant that welcomes dogs off leash, they even have an outdoor seating area with a fenced off dog park next to it. Seeing as we're hungry and you love dogs and I have a dog…”

“You love that freaking dog!” You giggled. “You researched places to take him!”

“I researched places to take you. And they had to accommodate dogs because you insisted I bring him.” He shook his head with a laugh.

“You are truly obsessed with this dog, you just don’t realise it yet. But yes, Barkhaus sounds perfect.”

“I will kick this dog in the face if it will prove to you I don’t like it.”

“You would not.” You rolled your eyes.

“No, you’re right I wouldn’t.” He laughed, tugging the leash in the new direction they were heading. “Come on Taco, let’s go make you some friends.”

***

The restaurant was only a few blocks away so the two of you continued your walk and left Spencer’s car near the park.

Barkhaus was an old industrial building and was very contemporarily decorated, with exposed brick walls and pipes decorating the ceiling. One wall was entirely covered in fake grass.

You got a table on the patio and Spencer coaxed Taco in the fenced off area where a couple of other much bigger, much more dog-looking dogs, were already playing.

The area had some wooden hurdles which the bigger dogs were having no trouble with but Taco was so small he just walked right under them.

The other dogs were curious about Taco, rightly so. They followed him around, sniffing him and watching his every move.

Taco didn’t seem like he much enjoyed the attention but Spencer hoped he’d ease into it. He really didn’t want to spend his afternoon worrying about the dog when he had more important things to focus on.

But he couldn’t help but be utterly fascinated by his stupid dog.

After a little while he heard you laugh and snapped his eyes away from Taco to see you watching him in amusement.

“You love that dog.” You giggled, picking up your menu as Spencer glared at you.

“I find him interesting.” He rolled his eyes, picking up his own menu. “I do not like him.”

“Hmm, sure.” You didn’t look up from the menu but he saw the smile on your lips.

You both ordered burgers and milkshakes while you watched Taco start to loosen up around the other dogs. It didn’t take long for him to start looking as though he was actually having a good time.

Spencer had moved his chair next to yours and slung his arm around your shoulders. You leant in close to him and threaded the fingers of his free hand with yours.

It felt natural. It was calming to have Spencer so close while you were wrapped in his protective hold, watching the strange creature grow accustomed to other dogs.

You sat like this until your food was brought over and you ate in companionable silence, Spencer glancing over his shoulder to check on Taco every few minutes.

Once you’d eaten, he sat back in his chair and sipped on his milkshake.

“So how would you feel about a weekend away?” He mused out loud.

“With you or in general?” You teased.

“Preferably with me.” He laughed around his straw. “My friend Rossi has a cabin near Lake Anna. It’s supposed to be incredibly romantic and I wondered if you might like to go with me?”

You felt yourself blushing and distracted yourself by taking a sip of your milkshake.

“What about Daisy? I thought she wasn’t keen on going to her moms right now?”

“Where there’s a will there’s a way.” He shrugged. “I’ll talk to her. She’s going to have to see her mom at some point. But if I can convince her to go…”

“I would love a weekend away with you.” You smiled brightly as Spencer reached across the table and took hold of your hand.

“Perfect. Great. I’ll call Rossi tomorrow and-”

“Reid?” A voice cut him off and he didn’t need to turn around to know who it belonged to.

He sighed, letting go of your hand and slowly turning, expecting to just see the person the voice belonged to but there were two people standing a few feet away, one of whom was holding a dog leash.

“OMGEE is it boy wonder!” Garcia screeched a little and was suddenly launching herself towards him while the voice he’d heard, belonging to Luke Alvez, hung back with Roxy.

Spencer pushed himself to his feet just in time to be swallowed in a bear hug by the bubbly tech analyst.

“What are you doing here?” She jiggled him a little before letting him go and her eyes landed on you. “Oh my gosh! Don’t tell me this is Y/N!”

You shyly stood and offered a small wave but then you too found yourself engulfed by the colourful woman’s arms.

“Uh…hi.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around the strangers neck in response.

“Spencer did not mention how utterly beautiful you are!” Garcia let you go but not before first squeezing your cheeks.

“Uh…I didn’t know Spencer had mentioned me at all.” You blushed a little, sidling up to him and he instinctively put a protective arm around you.

“Y/N, this is Penelope Garcia and Luke Alvez. I worked with them at the BAU.” Spencer offered up the introductions.

“And this is Roxy.” Luke pointed at his dog.

“She’s beautiful.” She smiled bashfully, sinking into Spencer’s hold.

“Thanks.” Luke smiled back at you. “I forgot you got a dog. This is the last place I expected to see you.”

“Yeah, he’s over there being weird or something.” Spencer motioned over his shoulder. “Are you two uh…”

“On a date.” Luke beamed brightly. “Yeah.”

“Oh wow, that’s great. I had no idea.”

“It’s early days.” Garcia nudged Luke’s shoulder with her own.

“We uh…haven’t told the team yet.” Luke added.

“My lips are sealed.” Spencer nodded in understanding. “Do you uh…want to join us? We’ve already eaten but we’re not in a rush, right?”

He glanced down at you and you looked back up at him and nodded.

For all your confidence, meeting Spencer’s friends had thrown you through a loop.

“Yeah sure, that would be great.” Luke agreed for both of them.

Spencer placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and let you go so he could procure two more chairs while you and Garcia slotted into the ones already at the table.

Luke deposited Roxy in the fenced off area and as if sensing Taco was Spencer’s dog, she padded right over to him.

And Taco didn’t shy away. He seemed to take an instant liking to Roxy which went against everything Spencer knew about his dog.

“Wow, look at him making friends.” you laughed a little, shuffling your chair closer to Spencer’s as you felt Penelope and Luke’s eyes on you.

“Roxy has a calm about her. People and dogs seem to pick up on her energy.” Luke smiled at you.

“I don’t want to talk about dogs.” Garcia leant forward on the table and you half thought she might lunge at you across it. “How did you meet our Mighty Professor?”

You looked from the brightly coloured blonde to Spencer as if you needed some kind of push.

He smiled at you in such a loving way, it helped in calming your nerves. His hand moved under the table and gently cupped your knee which helped even more.

“It was on my first day at Georgetown. I’m a TA and I got lost on my first day. Spencer showed me where I needed to go.” You felt him squeeze your knee encouragingly under the table.

“Like a knight in shining armour.” Garcia fawned.

“She wasn’t a damsel in distress, Garcia. I simply showed her the way to the psychology building.” Spencer chuckled at his friends over enthusiastic nature.

“Don’t downplay yourself, Reid.” She scolded him slightly.

“Yeah, don’t downplay yourself.” You giggled giving him a sideways glance.

“Have you met his kids?” Luke asked now.

“Oh no,” you shook your head. “We’ve only just started dating.”

Spencer swallowed, shrinking down in his chair a little but no one seemed to notice.

He hadn’t even considered that. He hadn’t thought that dating someone would eventually lead to them meeting his girls.

After the way Maeve had hurt them, he wasn’t exactly keen on letting another woman close to his daughters.

“They’re the cutest! You will adore them!” Garcia squealed a little, getting animated as she started talking about her nieces.

You glanced at Spencer who looked suddenly pale. His body was a little stiff and his hand on your knee had gone limp.

It was obvious only to you why that was.

He didn’t join in the conversation much after that and left you to be grilled by Garcia and Luke.

Eventually sensing they probably wanted to eat and enjoy their date and realising he needed to get back for Daisy, Spencer drew their lunch to a close.

After collecting Taco from where he was playing with Roxy, the three of you walked back to Spencer’s car in stilted silence.

You knew exactly why he was acting this way but you had no idea how to broach the subject.

When you reached his car and you both slipped inside, Taco settling onto your lap in the passenger's seat, you finally decided to say something.

“You know I’m not expecting to meet your kids right?” You spoke up as he was jabbing the key in the ignition.

He exhaled loudly and slowly turned to look at you.

“I never even thought about it.” He frowned. “This whole thing with you happened so suddenly that I never considered that dating meant the possibility of someone being introduced to my girls one day. And if I’m being perfectly honest with you, that scares me more than anything.”

You smiled sympathetically at him and reached out to take hold of his hand that was clutched around the steering wheel.

“Spence, we’ve just started dating, neither of us is ready to get your kids involved in our relationship. We just have to take things a step at a time. Day by day. But I guess one day, if things were to get serious then I would probably have to meet them. But that’s a bridge we cross if and when we come to it, ok?” You brushed your thumb over his knuckles to try and sooth him.

He nodded briskly but he was still frowning slightly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess. I’m sorry, this is just all so new to me. Dating and being a dad, you know?” He exhaled again.

“It's new to me too, I’ve never dated someone with kids before.” You chuckled, bringing his hand to your lips so you could lightly kiss his knuckles. “We’ll puzzle it out together, ok? But in the meantime, I remember there being talks of a weekend away?”

A bright smile suddenly broke out on his features, reaching up to his eyes.

“I’ll speak to Rossi tomorrow.” He returned the favour and kissed the back of your hand too before surprising everyone when he patted Taco’s head completely unprovoked.

“Sounds good.” you agreed as he let go of your hand and started the engine.

As he pulled away, you saw him glance at the dog a few times before speaking again.

“But the dog stays home. He’s a real mood killer.”

You couldn’t help but laugh and muss the dog’s scruffy head.

“Whatever you say, Doctor. Whatever you say.”

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Baby Daddy chapter 5

Note: last chapter! tied in request by @synindoodles, I hope you'll like it as you gave me a lot of freedom really. chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4.

Warnings: fluff/suggestive/angst.

pairing: modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You and Sihtric needed some counselling to work things out.

wordcount: 5k

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The Counselling.

To no one's surprise, you and Sihtric remarried several months after you had divorced the other Dane, Sigtryggr. You certainly felt bad for your second ex-husband, as he had treated you with nothing but love and respect, but your heart simply belonged to your first ex-husband, who was now your husband again.

To everyone's surprise, things seemed to work out rather well between you and Sihtric this time, as years had passed and you were still together. Of course, you still had misunderstandings, disagreements and you argued occasionally, but it was way better than it used to be as you had both learned a lot. Sihtric still struggled to communicate at times, and you still made quite the mess of the house, mainly the kitchen. But you were both determined to make it work, just like you had promised each other. Not just for yourselves, but for Odin too, your now sixteen year old son.

'I don't know, pookie,' Sihtric sighed as he looked at the webpage you showed him, 'are we doing that bad?'

'No, Siht, not at all,' you said and sat down across from him in the kitchen, 'but I don't want us to ever get that bad, so I think it's not a bad idea.'

'I thought marriage counselling was like a last resort?' Sihtric remarked and sipped his coffee, then he leaned back and raked his tattooed fingers through his long, loose, messy hair.

You loved the contrast between his rather rough looking face and haircut, and his expensive, black v-neck sweater with some designer jeans underneath. Financially, things were going great, but romantically things definitely needed to improve.

'Well, for many people it is a last resort,' you agreed and closed the laptop, 'but why not give it a chance? I mean… don't you also feel that there is a distance between us lately?'

Sihtric looked down at his cup and shrugged lightly.

'I guess,' he said softly, 'maybe. Sometimes I just feel… nevermind.'

'No, tell me,' you encouraged him and reached for his hand across the wooden dinner table, 'talk to me.'

'No, it's… it doesn't matter,' he smiled weakly, not knowing how to express his fear of losing you again, 'maybe you're right, maybe it's not a bad idea.'

And with Sihtric's approval, you booked the counselling appointment. What Sihtric didn't know was that it wasn't just a one time appointment, but a whole retreat. A whole week. And you sort of forgot to mention that until one day before you had to leave, at least, that is what Sihtric claimed. You had told him, but he hadn't listened. Everything was arranged already; the trip, your stay, and Odin staying over at Finan for the time being. But the news came as a shock to Sihtric.

'A week?!' Sihtric stared at you with wild eyes, 'what do you mean a whole week? I don't want to be stuck in some… some…' he waved his hands around, 'prison for couples for a week!'

'You think marriage counselling is like prison?' you asked bitterly.

'No! But- but, gods, you could've told me this before!'

'I told you!'

'You didn't!'

'I did!'

'You did not!'

'For fuck sakes!' you yelled, 'this is exactly why we need a whole damn week there!'

'Yeah, well, make it a month,' Sihtric huffed as he stormed off to the bedroom.

And not much later you also stomped your way up the stairs and found Sihtric sitting on the bed, and it didn't take long before you sat on top of him, naked, making it up to each other… again.

'And this is where you will be staying,' a friendly lady named Eadith said as she showed you your luxurious room.

You and Sihtric looked around the large room, which had a king size bed, a big tv with a cosy looking couch in front of it, as well as a spacious bathroom with a heart shaped jacuzzi. You thanked Eadith kindly for the tour and short introduction, and you had about an hour to get ready for the first real counselling session of the week.

Each day you would have a different sort of session, which should eventually bring you and Sihtric closer again, as well as hopefully sort out the issues you two always had ever since you got together. And today, you would be meeting with Doctor Beocca for your first session..

'Hi, welcome,' Beocca said, 'please, take a seat.'

You and Sihtric sat next to each other, and you both shifted a little nervously on the couch as Beocca took his time to open his laptop and started typing.

'So,' the doctor said after a moment, 'this is the first session each couple here takes part in. I am here to paint a picture of where exactly your relationship is at, its problems and what kind of sessions you will need to improve the marriage. So my first question to you both is; why are you here?'

'Well,' you began, as Sihtric looked at you, 'I wanted to do this retreat because there is a distance between us. It's not too serious yet, I think at least, but I want to prevent us splitting up… again.'

'Again?' Beocca asked.

'Yes, eh,' you chuckled awkwardly, 'we divorced once, then we both married someone else who we also divorced, and then we married each other again.'

'Oh,' Beocca said, and he started to type on his laptop, 'I see. How long was your first marriage?'

'Eh, we split up about two years after we got married, but we didn't finalise the divorce until…,' you looked at Sihtric, 'how much later?'

'I'm not sure anymore,' Sihtric confessed.

'O…kay,' Beocca sensed you both weren't able to fully recall it anymore, 'we'll just focus on the two years then. So you split up after two years, then what happened?'

'Well, we still tried to do family things with our son,' you said, 'so we saw each other often. But we'd always end up arguing and after that we'd make up again, you know, with… sex,' you cleared your throat, 'and at one point we got back together again.'

'For less than a day,' Sihtric added.

'A day?' Beocca frowned.

'Yeah, then we had a big falling out-' Sihtric continued.

'There was an incident,' you interrupted your husband.

'An incident?' the doctor asked, 'what-'

'It was an accident,' you said.

'She fell off the stairs,' Sihtric said, 'which was kind of my fault, but-'

'She,' Beocca looked at you, 'you fell off the-'

'It really was an accident, I wasn't injured badly or anything,' you quickly said.

'No, but you did call Sigtryggr for help,' Sihtric scoffed and crossed his arms.

'Sigtryggr?' Beocca looked confused.

'I was hurt, Sihtric,' you rolled your eyes, 'and I needed comfort.'

'Wait, who is Sig-' Beocca tried, but you both didn't hear him anymore.

'Was his cock comforting enough?' Sihtric gave you a bitter look.

'Oh, please!' you hissed, 'nothing happened between us that day. He only take us for ice cream-'

'Oh, yeah, that's right!' Sihtric looked at Beocca, 'some strange man took my wife and my then five year old son for ice cream, after I was kicked out of the house.'

'Odin was four,' you corrected him, 'and Sigtryggr wasn't a strange man-'

'Who is-' Beocca tried again, to no avail.

'Oh, he wasn't a stranger because you met him in a bar the same night we met, which was years ago by then?' Sihtric asked, heated.

'Sihtric, please,' you rubbed your eyes, 'I had met up with Sig befo-'

'Sig,' Sihtric mocked the name.

'I met up with him before, and you know that because you read my texts!'

'You- you read your wife's texts?' Beocca asked.

'We were split up,' you said, 'I wasn't really his wife anym-'

'Yeah, I read my wife's texts,' Sihtric talked over you, 'because she left her phone in the kitchen and I just happened to see the message come in.'

'And you decided to freak out over it,' you sighed.

'I did not freak out-'

'You squished a juice pack-'

'It was a kid's juice pack, doctor,' Sihtric informed the wide-eyed man.

'That doesn't matter!' you yelled.

'Okay, okay!' Beocca's voice suddenly rolled through the, previously, zen room like thunder, 'I need you both to please stop talking.'

You and Sihtric both looked at Beocca and clenched your jaw at the same time. Then Beocca got up from his chair and grabbed a stuffed Hello Kitty plushie from a shelf, which he handed to Sihtric, who looked confused at the doctor while you snorted.

'Usually,' Beocca grumbled, 'this technique is used for children,' he sneered, 'whoever holds the stuffed animal gets to talk!'

You and Sihtric nodded in agreement, and you both felt like toddlers again.

'Okay,' Beocca sighed, 'Sihtric, please tell me what happened. How did you get back together before the incident, or accident, whatever, and what happened after that?'

Sihtric cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

'So,' he began, 'it was our son's birthday party that day. I was there too, naturally, and when I went to get a juice pack for my son, I saw her phone screen light up. Of course I looked at it, like everyone would,' he glanced at you for a split second, 'and saw the text was from someone I didn't know, this guy called Sigtryggr, and it said how he was planning on meeting up with my wife again.'

'And how did that make you feel?' Beocca asked, and you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

Sihtric looked at you again, but averted his eyes when you looked up at him.

'I was hurt,' he said quietly, 'and angry. I still loved her,' he swallowed hard, 'I always loved her.'

'And yet you were in your whore era,' you spat.

'No!' Beocca snarled, 'do not speak!'

'Sorry,' you mumbled.

Beocca nodded at Sihtric to continue.

'I was hurt. And I know we were not really together anymore, but I couldn't stand the thought of my wife with someone else,' Sihtric said, 'yes, she's right, I was seeing other people too. Hurting myself in the process, but I only did it because I tried to forget her. I know it wasn't fair of me to get angry that she was seeing someone too.'

'And what happened then?' Beocca asked.

'I confronted her, and we… we,' Sihtric cleared his throat, 'we had sex. Good sex,' he suddenly grinned, 'and by the end of the day we were together again. Then the next morning we got into an argument, again, I walked away and we argued on the stairs. When I tried to walk away again she wanted to take my hand,' Sihtric said and paused.

'Go no,' Beocca encouraged him.

You saw Sihtric's fingers tightened around the Hello Kitty plushie and, to your surprise, when you looked up at him you saw his eyes were teared up.

'I- I flinched,' Sihtric said, quietly, and his voice trembled, 'because I pulled away, s-she lost her balance and she f-fell down the stairs. I- I tried to grab her but-' he choked up and stopped talking.

'I see,' Beocca said softly as he started typing, 'and clearly you are still upset about that.'

'I never wanted to hurt her,' Sihtric sniffled and wiped his tears before they could fall down, 'but of course she was spooked after it happened, as was I, and she… she kicked me out. She wanted the key to the house back, which I gave her, and then I… I left.'

You fought your own tears and reached for Sihtric's hand, giving him a comforting squeeze before the Hello Kitty plushie landed in your hands.

'After Sihtric left,' you told Beocca, 'I called the guy I had gone for a drink with before that birthday party happened. His name is Sigtryggr, and he helped me out that day, after I fell. Nothing happened between us then. But he did accidentally meet our son.'

You explained the rule you and Sihtric had about introducing new people to your son, and then you told the doctor about how you and Sihtric ended up together again for a night, only to fight again and finally get divorced. You told him that Sihtric got married again at some point, only to divorce two months later, and your husband had nothing to add to that.

'Then I got married to Sigtryggr and ended up having sex with Sihtric on my wedding day,' you said, deadpan, 'I divorced Sigtryggr a few days later, married Sihtric again a few months later, and then things went up and down but we stayed together and, I think we just got stuck in a rut, you know? And now we're here, to finally sort things out and to not create more distance between us.'

Beocca stared at his word document, apparently the old man was speechless. He didn't directly say this was one of the wildest stories he had ever heard, but you knew that's what he meant anyway. Despite the story being so wild it would make for a good work of fiction, Beocca promised he'd have a plan ready by tomorrow morning.

And you went to have dinner at the resort's restaurant, before you went back to your room, where you both felt so drained by the conversation with Beocca that you fell asleep together before it was even ten in the evening.

'Bonding?' Sihtric frowned as he looked at the scheduled session the next morning.

You had only just woken up when you saw that Beocca had emailed you the week's planning. Sihtric rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and yawned after he handed you your phone back, and he sat up in bed next to you.

'I also don't know what we'll be doing,' you said, 'I just hope we don't have to talk the whole time like yesterday.'

'Me neither,' Sihtric sighed, 'I mean, it was good to get that all out to someone I suppose, but yeah,' he chuckled, 'I still feel drained.'

'Me too,' you chuckled.

You looked at your husband as he was trying to wake up, and you felt a smile tug at your lips at the sight of his bare, muscular torso and his messy hair. You both had aged a bit, but he still looked so damn good, even when he didn't try.

'Come here,' you smiled and pulled Sihtric close, then pecked his cheek, 'I love you, sweetheart.'

'I love you too, pookie,' he said and squeezed you in his strong arms, before he kissed your cheek and leaned back, holding your face in his hands, 'we're going to work this out, I promise.'

'I know,' you placed your hands on his, 'I know we will.'

'Welcome,' a soft-spoken lady smiled, 'my name is Thyra, and I will guide your bonding session.'

You and Sihtric both smiled a little nervously again, and Thyra quickly explained what today's session was going to be like.

'So you will sit together in the lotus position-'

'What?' Sihtric snorted, 'eh…'

'Oh, no, no,' Thyra laughed, 'yes, like the sex position, but you will not have intercourse.'

You both chuckled with relief, and slight disappointment, and got in the position as Thyra explained how this should bring you closer together.

'Okay, wrap your arms around each other and hold each other close, then close your eyes,' Thyra said as she sat down, a few comfortable paces away from you.

You did as you were told and easily melted into each other's arms, as you buried your face in Sihtric's neck, and he moved one hand up into your hair, gently resting on the back of your head, holding you close.

'I will ask questions, and you will answer to your partner, so not to me,' Thyra said, 'I will be able to hear your answers, but I will not interfere unless it's needed.'

You both hummed in agreement as you were still wrapped around each other, and Thyra began her session.

'First I want you to focus on each other's breathing, until you both breathe in sync. Become one,' her soothing voice sounded.

You focused on Sihtric's breathing, your chest pressed against his, and you gradually started to find a comfortable breathing pace to keep up with.

'Now, open your eyes and look at each other,' Thyra said, 'and keep your eyes locked when you answer the questions, even if it's strange or uncomfortable. What made you fall in love with each other?'

Sihtric gave you a soft nod, allowing you to go first while you stared into his mismatched eyes.

'I fell in love with your appearance first,' you said softly, 'and I liked your energy and the way you made me instantly feel safe when we met.'

'Naturally I fell for looks first too,' Sihtric smiled faintly, 'when you looked at me, I just felt some sort of… as if I had found something that was missing.'

You felt yourself blush and pouted at Sihtric's sweet answer.

'I never invited anyone to go home with me after I just met them,' you said, 'you were the first guy I took home, without really knowing you. It just felt like we belonged together, and I couldn't let you go.'

'I felt the same, pookie,' Sihtric smiled and cupped your cheeks, 'there was no denying that we felt like we should be together.'

'Very good,' Thyra said, 'now, what four personality traits of your partner are your favourite?'

'I love how passionate you are, and fun-hearted,' you said, 'and how you're protective and actually quite romantic at times.'

'And I love how caring and considerate you are,' Sihtric whispered, 'and how honest you are, and passionate too.'

'Thanks,' you whispered with rosy cheeks, and Sihtric bit down on his lip with a smile.

'I really want to kiss you, pookie,' he whispered, thinking Thyra wouldn't hear it.

'You can,' Thyra said from across the room, 'pretend I'm not here, please, unless you'll take it too far. I'm not watching you two,' she chuckled, 'I'm making notes. The whole purpose of this session is to feel close, so if you want to kiss, hug, nuzzle, go right ahead.'

Sihtric was fast to pull your lips to his, and he captured you in a sweet, gentle kiss.

'I love you,' he smiled against your lips, 'so fucking much.'

'And I love you too,' you breathed, 'so much.'

After Thyra had given you a moment, she continued.

'What physical features are your favourite?'

'Boobs,' Sihtric couldn't resist his first answer, and you couldn't help but laugh at this boyish response.

'Nah, seriously,' Sihtric composed himself, 'your body is fantastic, love, you know I think you look perfect. But, I love your smile,' he said, 'it always makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when you smile at me. But, again, I love everything about your appearance, your face, your hair, your hands… gods, your hands, it's like you can heal anything with a simple touch sometimes.'

'Your eyes,' you blurted out immediately, 'I love your eyes.'

Sihtric smiled and struggled to keep his eyes locked with yours, as he felt his cheeks heat up again, and he mumbled a shy 'thanks'.

'And I love how you look ridiculously good with every haircut,' you chuckled and pushed a strand of his loose hair behind his ear, 'I love your face, I know that sounds stupid probably, but… the sharp features, your eyes, your lips, the facial hair, and your scars,' you sighed, 'everything about your appearance is just… perfect to me. There is nothing I'd change, Siht, nothing.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'I'm… I'm glad to hear that.'

'You thought I'd want to change something?'

Sihtric shrugged lightly, 'Maybe… maybe my scars.'

'No,' you cupped his cheeks, 'I wouldn't change anything,' you said, and pulled him in for a kiss, 'you're perfect.'

'You're perfect too.'

'Good, good,' Thyra continued, 'what is something you need from your partner, this can be physical or emotional.'

'I need you to communicate more,' you said, 'you're already doing so much better than years ago, but it's still not enough often. I know it's hard for you, but you need to tell me when things aren't going the way you like it, or when things are difficult or when you're hurting. I don't want you to be ashamed to open up and tell me what you need or want. All you have to do is talk, communicate your feelings and needs. That's really what I need from you.'

Sihtric nodded and swallowed hard.

'I know, sweetheart,' he said, 'I know. But I just,' he teared up, 'I just need you to understand… that when I grew up, there was no… no space for me. No one cared about my needs. And,' he took a deep breath to compose himself, 'I'm really trying…'

'I know you are,' you reassured him, 'and you're doing really well, but this is just me wanting to encourage you to try and be even more vocal and clear. I know your past is different from most people, but I also hope that you truly understand and feel that things are different now too in our own family. You have people around you now who do want to hear you and help you.'

'I guess… maybe sometimes I don't feel that,' Sihtric confessed, 'sometimes when things don't go your way, you get angry. And I'm the same,' he chuckled, 'but then I shut down and run, because I don't know how to solve it or how to say things.'

'We can solve things by talking and listening,' you caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, 'and you're right too. Sometimes I struggle to understand your behaviour and I agree that I should do better. I know I can do better, and I'll work on that.'

'I'd like that,' Sihtric smiled, 'and I'll try to open up more.'

'I'd like that too.'

'Very good,' Thyra said, 'you two are doing really great.'

You and Sihtric smiled at each other, and he couldn't resist stealing another kiss from your lips.

'My next question is usually if you are still attracted to each other, but I think we can skip that,' she chuckled, 'the next question is if you are satisfied with your intimacy.'

'Ehh, for the most part,' you said hesitantly.

'For the most part?' Sihtric raised an eyebrow.

'Well, I'd just like it if, you know, we could have a bit more slow and sensual moments, instead of just going at each other like savages,' you laughed, 'which is great too, don't get me wrong.'

'No, I get it,' Sihtric chuckled, 'you're right. We often go for quickies lately, it's been a while since we really took our time… or weren't angry.'

'Exactly,' you agreed, 'I'd like it if we could make time again. I know things changed too as Odin grew up. But he's often not home these days when we are, so I'm sure we could figure this out.'

Sihtric agreed, and in truth, he wanted nothing more than to pick you up and carry you back to the room you stayed at, to have that slow and sensual sex you both needed and agreed on. But the session wasn't over yet. And everything went well, until Thyra asked if you ever felt cheated on by your partner.

'No,' you answered.

'Yes,' Sihtric said.

'What? Why?' you asked, 'everything I did with someone else was when we were split up. Sigtryggr and I weren't exclusive when I still saw you, before you and I divorced, and never agreed on being exclusive either then. I really only cheated on him, actually, with you.'

'I know,' Sihtric sighed, 'but… I always felt married to you. I- I always felt horrible when I was with someone else, even though we agreed to split up, in my heart I was still married. I always felt like I was cheating on you. And, I know it's not fair, but therefore it also felt like you cheated on me.'

'I'm sorry you felt that way,' you said, 'but I thought we both were clear about the fact we were not together anymore back then.'

'We were, pookie, but y-you're not listening to me now,' Sihtric struggled, 'I'm not saying that you cheated on me, because you didn't. We never cheated on each other,' he stared into your eyes, 'but to me it always felt like we did.'

'Sihtric,' you said with sadness in your voice, 'and that all leads back to communication again. You should've said something back then.'

'I know. I just didn't know how,' he said, 'maybe because I knew no one did anything wrong, but still…'

'It happened, we can't change that anymore. But I'm sorry if I made you feel cheated on. Do you trust me now?' you asked.

'I do,' Sihtric smiled softly, 'I trust you, I do.'

'Okay, good,' you pecked his lips, 'because I trust you too.'

After the intense bonding session, which actually brought you and Sihtric closer together right away, you finally had that slow and sensual sex, just before you went for dinner. You and Sihtric felt more at ease and more connected than ever before, as you both finally seemed to have a better understanding of each other.

The next day you had a meditation session, which would make you tap into your previous lives. And you had both been sceptical going in, but you were both shocked by the end of the day, when you discussed your results and discoveries during dinner.

Apparently Sihtric was a medieval warrior and a Dane, who fell in love with a Christian "witch". The woman wasn't really a witch, she was just a healer. But the townspeople didn't trust her because of her "healing powers" and ended up burning her alive in her home when she was asleep, while Sihtric wasn't home, as he was preparing for battle. And when he returned home, to a burned down hut and a dead wife, the townsfolk captured him and tortured him, by cutting out his tongue, as they feared he might be able to curse them, and then they killed him. They had only been together for a year, and died young.

'There is no way,' Sihtric said when he looked at your papers, which had your previous life written on it, 'you were a healer and you died in a fire?'

'I guess we really are connected,' you said, after you had read Sihtric's story.

You had to admit you felt just as spooked as Sihtric upon this reveal, but it did make sense as to why you felt you belonged together. And maybe it was also why you got back together again each time you had split up. Something primal inside you kept pulling you back towards each other.

'Maybe we struggle because now that we're actually together for a long time, longer than in our previous lives, we just don't know where to go?' you thought out loud, 'and you struggle to communicate because your tongue was taken.'

'Gods,' Sihtric scoffed, and he ordered another glass of whiskey when a waiter walked by.

'You know,' he then said, 'our home in that life was so messy too,' he chuckled, 'herbs and flowers and spices everywhere…'

'Just like our kitchen now,' you smiled and shook your head lightly, 'I can't believe this.'

'Me neither,' Sihtric said, 'but… it does make sense. And I guess it gives some clarity too, as to why I am possessive and protective at times, maybe more than I should sometimes.'

'And why I keep believing we can work this out, because I just know we can heal.'

With the newfound knowledge and mutual understanding, the last few days of the retreat went by fast. You had one day on which there was no session planned, and you ended up spending all day together in bed, only getting dressed to go out and get some food. And the fire between you and your husband was as bright as it was when you just got together, the first time.

The day after that, you had a session which consisted of doing an escape room together. It seemed like a pointless game, but it was a test to see if you had already learned to listen and communicate better. And to both your surprise, you solved the escape room without ever raising your voice at each other or getting irritated by your partner, so the retreat proved to be successful once again.

On the last day you had another conversation with Beocca, to see if there had been any progress, and he had been pleasantly surprised by the positive changes he saw. There was no need to pull out the Hello Kitty plush this time, and he said you both seemed more in love and calm, to which you agreed.

'But don't forget that you will still be challenged once you're back home again, back in your daily routine,' Beocca said, 'it is okay to argue and disagree, as long as it's a healthy amount.'

'I know,' you said, and Sihtric agreed, but you were both confident everything would be okay.

And you were right.

Back home again, things definitely went better. Sihtric opened up more and you paid more attention to his needs, when he finally communicated them with you, and you became closer as a family again, which is all Sihtric ever wanted.

And as your wedding anniversary was approaching, you and Sihtric decided to renew your vows. The last time you got married to Sihtric you had kept it small, with just your son present and a handful of friends, as everyone was sick and tired of going to weddings by then, but now that everything was finally going as it should, you agreed to throw a big party.

And at the night of your anniversary party, you ended up in the venue's restroom with Sihtric again. Except this time, before you pulled each other's clothes off, you made sure that all the toilet stalls were empty.

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Catch-22 | vi

Hope creates just as much possibility for disappointment as it does promise.

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Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 14k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), biting, nipple play, praise, degradation, name calling, lots of dirty talk, slight dom/sub, possessiveness, choking, touch of spit play, touch of breeding kink, edging, orgasm denial, simultaneous orgasm, swearing, mentions of heartbreak, awkwardness, embarrassment, emotional talks, anxiety, mentions of depression, fluff, sorry if I miss any!

so sorry for the long wait, my loves 🤍 i hope this serves as a sufficient apology

The type of anticipation that makes you tap your foot against the ground, pacing and scratching at your head while your heart thuds against your chest, was a feeling you had not felt in a very long time. Just the same as the type of excitement that makes your head spin and your stomach twist with butterflies. It was accompanied with the type of love that fills you up so completely and wholly that you could not possibly imagine fitting anything else in your body. Those three feelings were so abundant inside of you that it was hard to think of anything else, and they were showing themselves in the most violent and loudest of ways. As you took post in the entryway of your home, your family got the brunt of the emotion bleeding out in response to the nervousness flooding your mind. You had snapped at both of your siblings when they distracted you from watching your phone, angry at the prospect of missing a text message, and you had completely ignored your mother when she called out to you, wondering what had gotten into you.

Sam Kiszka was the only person in the world who could elicit such a reaction from you, and you nearly forgot how much power he possessed. Since inviting him over earlier that morning, you had been counting down the seconds until you could see him. The anticipation was so intense that you were not even able to enjoy the coffee date with your sister. As soon as she parked her car in the driveway, you were rushing inside to jump in the shower and make yourself look presentable. After the heartbreak of having him again and forcing yourself to stay away, you had neglected self-care in every aspect. When Jake showed up at your doorstep that morning, you were surprised he even recognized you underneath the messy presentation.

Once you deemed yourself presentable, you had texted Sam and told him that he could come over anytime. Of course, after days of radio silence, he was in his car and driving as soon as the message was sent. It was not a long journey, but it seemed like an eternity as you watched out the front window, waiting to see the familiar face in the driver's seat of the vehicle.

Just when you thought he might have changed his mind and disappointment began to take over, your head snapped up to look out the window at the sound of tires on pavement. When you saw him park beside your car, you held your breath as you waited for him to get out. After what seemed like forever, you saw the familiar head of brown hair flash against the snow in the background. Your heart sped and a smile broke out on your lips. Before he even had the chance to knock, you opened the door to greet him, catching him off guard. His surprise didn’t last for long, and it only took a few seconds for his smile to shine.

“Hi, Rapunzel.” He said, his voice barely breaking through the air. He was anxious, and you could tell; his stature was rigid and his shoulders were not slumped like they usually were. He was terrified of making one move, because he thought it might ruin everything.

“Hi, Sammy.” You stepped back, inviting him inside. “Thanks for coming. I know it was short notice.” You apologized, looking up to meet his eyes. The shine of admiration made you forget all of your earlier fears. It was the same look you’d grown so accustomed to all those years ago, and you could recognize it even if it had been so long since you had seen it. It made you feel like you were the only person in the whole world, and it was just as dangerous after all that time.

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything.” He assured you, stepping inside but holding himself back from reaching out and touching you. “If you want to talk, I’m all ears. I’m really happy you reached out at all, even if you just want to tell me to go fuck myself.” He chuckled, still talking lowly so nobody else could hear the exchange of words.

“No, I definitely didn’t invite you over just to say that. I’m sure I could have said that well enough in a text message.”

“And you have before, so I don’t doubt it.” He grinned. In an instant, the tension disappeared between you two. He was the man you first fell in love with, childish with his jokes but impactful with his words.

“My parents are heading to a dinner party with dad’s boss, and I think Ellie and Brooke are going out to watch a movie… so we have some time alone, to talk about everything.” You clarified the last part, hoping he did not equate alone time to sex. Even as you spoke, you regretted putting that barrier in place at all; sex with Sam was the only thing you were able to think about since you went to dinner, and it was the only thing you truly wanted with him that night.

“Oh, good.” He tried to hide his anxiety. “So we won’t be interrupting anything if you start yelling at me again.” He wanted to pass it off as a joke, but it landed poorly and caused a sinking feeling in your stomach. You had been the worst to him since he walked back in your life, and you felt terrible about it. As badly has he hurt you, you knew that you were doing the same to him.

“No yelling tonight, I promise.” You breathed, reaching out and landing a soft touch on his arm. His gaze travelled down towards your hand, his eyes lingering for a moment as if he was trying to process it. He’d shown up at your door fully expecting you to end things for good. He hadn’t let himself believe that there was a chance, because even he felt he did not deserve another. Now that he was standing before you, with your fingers gently wrapped around his bicep with such sweet intent behind it, his heart began to burst with hope.

Hope was something the two of you had not felt in a long time, yet was effortless when you were standing beside each other.

“Come upstairs with me?” You asked, so quietly that he almost missed it.

“Of course,” he nodded, hanging on to every syllable your tongue had to offer. You let your hand drift downward, taking his hand in your own so carefully that it made it seem as though he was delicate, breakable if you moved too quickly or too harshly. Instantly, as if his body had been waiting for that exact thing, his fingers laced between your own. It was like muscle memory, and the feeling of holding you was the only thing his body wanted to remember.

As you led him around the corner to the stairs, you were immediately intercepted by another body before you could make it from the entryway. “Sam!” Your mom exclaimed, excitedly pulling him into a hug. “I didn’t realize you were coming tonight, dear!”

“Mom-“ you tried to stop her, embarrassed on her behalf.

“I didn’t even make dinner!” She gave you a pointed stare, scolding you with her eyes. You could tell that she was livid that you didn’t tell her he was coming, but you didn’t really care.

“That’s okay,” Sam assured her, giving her a smile.

“I didn’t realize you and y/n were so close again. It’s lovely to have you back around.” She smiled, brushing off her annoyance with you. You fought back an eye roll, allowing her to say her piece before you went upstairs and locked your door, ensuring she could not corner him again.

“Yeah, it’s really nice to be back here. I missed her a lot.” He said, looking over at you through the corner of his eye. You felt your stomach flutter at the words, still amazed that he was thinking of you after so long.

“Oh, she missed you too, dear.” She whispered as if you weren’t standing right next to her.

“Okay, okay,” you chuckled, grabbing Sam’s arm a little tighter as you gave him a gentle nudge towards the stairwell. “As lovely as this reunion is, don’t you have a dinner to get to, mom?”

“Oh, stop it.” She gave a disapproving tsk, waving you off.

“See, dad thinks so too!” You exclaimed, looking to your father who was making his way down the stairs. He was dressed in a nice shirt and dress pants, already looking at his watch. At the sound of your voice, he looked up over the frames of his glasses, trying to piece together the details from a distance.

“Dad thinks what?” He asked, his stare lingering over Sam for a moment too long, as if he was trying to remember why he recognized him. You nearly rolled your eyes at the sight, unable to comprehend how he watched the boy grow up, yet still seemed to blank on his name every time he saw him.

“That it’s time to get going.” You tried again, hoping the awkwardness of the situation would absolve itself.

“Mhm,” he nodded, his eyes still burning into Sam. Now, you were certain he recognized him, but he did not seem happy to see him. Your father had always been much less forgiving than your mother, and this was no different, even if he was still friends with Sam’s parents. “Long time no see, Samuel.” He said, finally reaching the ground floor to join you all.

“It has been, sir.” He nodded, extending his hand out for a handshake. “How’ve you been?” He looked down to Sam’s hand, debating the offer, but eventually deciding that it was not worth the energy to respond. Formalities meant little to him, especially with Sam.

“Hope you’re not here to break her heart again.” He muttered, looking over at your mother. His silent stare gave you the impression that he was not happy you had invited Sam over. Your face turned red, embarrassed at the entire exchange and desperate to get out of it.

“Alright, then.” You cut in, forcing a smile. “Don’t have too much fun tonight. I’ll see you guys in the morning!” You said, wrapping an arm around your mothers shoulder and giving her a half-assed hug. You gave Sam a harder shove towards the stairs, feeling the need to get away from the tension as soon as possible. He responded this time, stepping forward and giving you an easy way out. Your father seemed to want to stop you from leaving, but your mother laid a hand on his shoulder, wordlessly telling him that it was okay. Your dad had a hard time digesting the fact that you were an adult now, which ultimately meant he had a difficulty understanding that he had much less authority than he once did.

You did not stop pushing Sam forward until you were at the top of the stairs, and from there he navigated his way to your bedroom door. Once he was inside, you jumped in behind him and closed the door, flipping the lock. You rested there for a moment, back against the hollow wood as you heaved a heavy sigh. You let your eyes close and your head fall back too, imagining how wonderful it would be when you fully moved out on your own. Sam was watching you, a laugh stuck in his throat as he processed the whole interaction.

“Your dad really doesn’t like me anymore, eh?” He joked, hoping that humour would distract you from whatever you were feeling. You slowly opened one eye, gazing over at him for a moment. Eventually, a smile broke out on your lips and a laugh got stuck between your teeth.

“No, he does not.” You giggled, already feeling better now that you were out of the uncomfortable exchange.

“That’s okay, I don’t think he ever liked me much, anyway.” He chuckled, recalling the memories fondly.

“You were his daughter’s boyfriend, of course he didn’t like you.” You grinned, moving towards your bed and sitting down on the edge. “Besides, I think he always knew you were sneaking in here at night. Was just too uncomfortable to say anything.”

“Fair enough,” he nodded, collapsing in your desk chair. The wheels rolled him back slightly, the chair colliding gently with the computer desk. You watched him for a moment, amazed at how comfortable you both were despite it being so long since you were in the same position. He was the most familiar part of your entire childhood home, and it was endearing having him back without any hesitation or looming fears. “So you wanted to talk?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, pulling your leg up under you, resting your foot in the pit of your knee. Before speaking again, you ran your fingers over the frayed hem of your jeans, thinking of the best way to begin.

“Did I… did I do something wrong the last time we were together? I mean, it was a lot, and definitely not what I was expecting, but did I… fuck it up, somehow?” He asked, needing to clear his head and unable to wait for you to speak first.

“No, Sammy.” You shook your head, saddened that you made him feel that way. “You did everything right, and that was almost… worse.” You tried to explain it, looking down at your fingers knotted in the loose threads of your jeans. “I was hoping you would do something wrong, to make it easy to fall out of love with you so we could move on, but you didn’t. You let me vent, and you took it all in without making me feel bad for it. You said all those sweet words, and we laughed together… it was better than what I hoped it would be, and it scared the shit out of me.”

“Why did it scare you, Princess?” He asked, his voice quiet. He wanted to understand, and he wanted to show you that he wasn’t upset that you had chosen to ignore him. The last few days had been a whirlwind for both of you, and being in each others lives was something to mourn just as much as it was something to celebrate. With the good of being together also came the bad, and with the two of you, bad was abundant. He wanted to start fresh, to build a life on happiness rather than heartbreak, but he was not foolish enough to believe it could be so easy. He’d hurt you too much to think you could throw it all aside and love him again.

“Why didn’t it, is probably the better question.” You let out a long sigh, closing your eyes to gather your thoughts. “I love you, Sam. I’ve loved you since we were little kids, and I loved you through every triumph and every failure. I even loved you while you weren’t with me, and the prospect of loving someone so wholly is absolutely terrifying.” He nodded slowly, absorbing everything you had to say. “I loved you even while you hurt me. While we were sitting there, happy and smiling together again, it felt so good, but the feeling of losing you is always lingering around me. I want to love you again, just like I used to, but it’s hard to stop thinking that it will only be temporary, because temporary is something only we know about. We say forever and a day, and it turns out to be… sometimes and week.” You chuckled, finding your wording stupid. “Every time we try again, it’s nothing like we hoped.”

“I know, Rapunzel.” He said, feeling the same ache spread in his chest. Just because he had been the one causing the separation did not mean he was immune to the effects.

“I spent two years trying to get over you, and now I’m faced with the fact that I will never be over you.” The confession was heavy, but you managed to stay upright even underneath the weight of it. “I thought we’d never be here again, but here we are… again.” You laughed at your inability to phrase your thoughts, and so did he. Even though the conversation was coated with misery, the two of you still felt a certain type of peace that stemmed solely from being with each other. “It’s hard to believe that you’re here, saying all of the things I wanted to hear so badly for so long. I don’t really like to feel hopeful anymore, but I do, now, and it’s scaring me. Right now, and that night, it felt perfect, and I’m terrified of losing it again. My rejection hasn’t been because of a lack of love, but a lack of courage. I don’t think I’m strong enough to go through this again.”

“Baby,” he whispered, shaking his head at your words. He came closer, the scratch of the chair’s plastic wheels against the wooden floor filling the silence hanging in the air. Before he spoke again, his hand reached out, settling on your cheek as his thumb brushed over the warm skin. It sent a tingle down your spine, and it made you crave more. “I don’t want to do that again. I want to do this part again, but not the leaving part. I want you, and two years without you had proven that more than anything else.” He explained, not moving any closer until you gave him explicit permission. “We’re different, now. Not so much that we’re strangers, but enough that we can try again and do better than last time. I’m not that person anymore, y/n. The only person I want to be is the one who gets to love you, not the one who hurts you.”

“I want to believe you, Sam, because I know you’re telling the truth, but my body is screaming at me to stop. Sometimes I think about how fantastic it felt to be loved by you, but most of the time I remember how horrible it felt to be hurt by you.” You kept your eyes closed, knowing you did not have the strength to look him in the eyes. “I want this, and I want it more than anything I’ve ever wanted before, but I don’t know how. I ran because I forgret how it feels to be happy with you, and I’m scared we’ll never get to feel that again.”

“Let me show you, Princess.” He whispered, the smell of his shampoo tangling with the scent of his cologne in a deadly concoction. Although, you believed it was only lethal to you, yet you hadn’t learned your lesson yet. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to love you, but you have to want it, too. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, but if you say the words, I’m yours.”

“Do you really think we can do better this time?” You asked, still trying to keep your eyes closed. You so badly wanted to open them, to admire his face in such close proximity with your own, but you feared that if you did, your heart would stop and your lungs would deflate. “That we can love each other without hurting each other?”

“I know we can, y/n.” He assured you, leaning forward ever so slightly. His forehead was nearly resting on your own, and it was a feeling too addicting for you to resist. You leaned forward, your head resting on his while your eyes remained closed. For a moment, you began to doubt that you were awake. It felt too good to be real, and you thought you would wake from the dream empty handed and miserable. “After all of these years, we had to learn something, right?”

“Fuck, I hope so.” You whispered, your voice so quiet that it barely reached his ears. “If not, we don’t deserve to be together.” You managed a small laugh at the words, to which he joined.

“We do deserve to be together, and we deserve to be happy.” He promised, holding himself back from kissing you. He’d never faced a temptation quite as strong, and he wasn’t sure if he could withstand it much longer. “Do you trust me?”

“Not really,” you chuckled, finding the parallels to the other night too comedic to ignore. His hand on your cheek tightened ever so slightly, his firm grip sending your head spinning and your stomach erupting with butterflies. “I do, Sam.” You admitted, finally giving in to the tugging of your heartstrings. You wanted him, and denying yourself of that was only causing you more pain. Before you’d reuinited, it was easy to convince yourself that the misery of being without him was better than the misery of being with him. Now that he was so close, his nose brushing against your own and his breath searing your skin, you knew that no pain nor pleasure could ever triumph what you felt for him in that moment. You would gladly get your heart broken a million times just to have a moment alone with him like so.

You were so caught up in loving him that you failed to realize that exact thought was what forced you in this position in the first place. You hadn’t grown, nor had you healed from the pain he caused. You were willing to sacrifice yourself all over again at the drop of a dime, and it would inevitably be the reason for your demise. You had always been so determined to love Sam that you forgot to love yourself, and in that moment, you felt yourself falling into the same old trap.

But you couldn’t help but think, maybe it was different. Maybe he changed, and maybe he changed enough that you did not have to adjust the amount of love you had for him. Maybe the problem never had anything to do with you in the first place, and he finally found a way to love you the same as you loved him. After all this time, he had come back to you with a new outlook on life and a newfound sense of self. You wanted to believe he had finally learned how to love, and that he learned to love you enough that you did not have to feel guilty for feeling so strongly for him. You needed to believe it, because it was the only thing giving you enough courage to stay seated before him with his lips hovering over your own.

After years of pain, and years of silence, Sam had finally realized that you were everything to him. It should not have taken so long, nor should he have sacrificed you in the process, but forgiveness was plentiful because you were young, and you were so stupid. You were kids who did not know how to love, falling in love faster and harder than anyone else in the whole world. You were bound to make mistakes, to scrape your knees and bump your heads, because you were learning. Now, you had learned, and you did not have to waste the lesson on someone lesser. You had learned enough to finally love each other the way you always should have, and you didn’t want to run from it any longer.

After all this time, he was still what you wanted, and you knew that no amount of time would ever change that. You were born to love Sam; it was the very thing you were put on the earth to do, and you would be damned if you wasted all of that potential. Being apart was agony, and you had both found that out in the most difficult of ways. The both of you were done being foolish, and you were done making mistakes. If any mistakes were to be made, you knew that they would only be worthwhile if you had each other by your sides.

You could only get over him if you wanted to, and if anything, it was the last thing you wanted to do. You wanted to love Sam until your lungs gave out and the earth separated below you. You wanted to hold his hand until the bitter end, lips locked together while the world burned around you. Not even death could scare you, because you knew that a lifetime spent with him was more than enough. You would succumb to the darkness with hopes that the next lifetime would allow you to love him all over again, and if it did not, you knew you would search the ends of the earth for even a slight glimpse of him once again.

It did not matter who you were before the heartbreak, because you could never be that person again. Who you were now was all that mattered, and you knew that despite the pain, you could still love with every fibre of your being. Love was the only thing you knew how to feel, and even after breaking down all of the bitterness and despair, love was the very thing that caused such cruel things. You were so angry because you loved him so much, and you were so miserable because you missed him more than your heart could handle. All of the nights spent crying were not because your heart was broken, but because you were grieving something you wished you still had. The hurt was because you had so much love with nowhere to go, and now you had a place to put it down for a moment. You had the very thing you craved to love, and you never wanted to let it go ever again.

“I’d like to kiss you, Sam.” You whispered, finally opening your eyes to catch a glimpse of his face. “If that’s okay with you.”

“That is more than okay, princess.” He said, leaning forward off the chair and wrapping his other arm around you. He used his hand to guide your face towards him, your lips meeting in a moment of emotion that was so intense that it took your breath away.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in the locks of his hair to pull him impossibly closer. You needed him more than you could comprehend, and more than you ever cared to admit. Two years without him was equal to a lifetime of torture, and the only time you had ever felt at home was when you were in his arms. Days ago, when you were tangled up in him, awkwardly fitting yourselves into the driver's seat of a car, you had felt more comfortable than you did in years, and it was all because of him. He was what made the world turn, and he was the very thing that put the stars in the sky. Sam was the whole world, and it felt like you were just living in it sometimes, but that was okay; living a life so delicately intertwined with him was the best way to spend your days.

You never wanted the sweet moment to end. His lips on yours was a type of euphoria that you thought you would never feel again. The way his mouth moved against your own, his tongue dancing softly against your lower lip, begging you for more, was almost too much to handle. You needed Sam in every way that was humanly possible, and you feared that the desire would never fully be fulfilled. Your hands in his hair felt right, and his palm cupping your cheek felt familiar. You knew at that moment, you had spent so much time missing something so dearly, yet never knowing exactly what it was. You missed Sam, but it was more than him as a person. You missed the way his body connected with your own, piecing together like a puzzle only the two of you could complete. You missed the softness of his touch paired with the rough calluses of his fingers, drawing you closer to him and holding you in place. You missed the warmth of his skin on your own, and the way your heart beat in time with his.

Sam made you feel complete and without him, you could survive, but never thrive. There would always be something missing, like losing an arm yet certain you could feel your fingers clasp around an object. You missed him so bad that when you closed your eyes, you could trick your heart into believing he was still there. Now that his hands were on you and you were immersed in the comfort of his company, every daydream and fallacy that your brain had conjured was disappointing compared to reality. No figment of your imagination could come close to the feeling of truly being with him, and you would risk a million heartbreaks for just a moment alone with him.

When he pulled away, his breathing was heavy, like he’d just ran a marathon. His heart was erratic in his chest and his lips were swollen from the intensity in which the two of you were kissing. He could not voice his enthusiasm for the moment, but he didn’t have to. You felt it with the same intensity, and you did not need him to speak to know what his eyes were telling you. That was one thing you adored about your relationship with Sam, and no matter how long it had been since you last saw him, you never had to speak your feelings aloud. He understood you better than anyone else in the entire world, and as much as you hated him at times, you would not want anyone else to know you so well.

As you opened your mouth to voice your feelings about the reunion, a soft knock sounded on your door. Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration, and you debated ignoring the disturbance. You wanted to exist within the bubble of happiness you had created with him in your childhood bedroom, so similarly to how it was all of those years ago. For a moment, you wished to be seventeen, waiting patiently as the night engulfed the last few shreds of daylight. You wanted to hear the sound of the pebble against glass, signifying that Sam was outside. You would let him in, sneaking him quietly through the window and snuggle under the blankets together while your family believed you were asleep. You wished for one more youthful, undisturbed night of innocent love. In that moment, it felt so far away.

In another universe, you could exist within that scene for eternity and never have to worry about any external forces.

In this one, you knew it was not the case. The soft knocking continued, and you had to force yourself away from Sam. It felt equivalent to torture, but you mustered out a few weak words, granting entry to the person on the other side of the door. As the knob twisted and the hum of the home’s static air filled your bedroom. You turned to greet them, and Sam cleared his throat, straightening up in the chair and attempting to look presentable.

“Hey, El.” You said, feeling the resentment flee you upon seeing her face. “What’s up?” She was dressed in her winter coat, a hat sitting atop her head and her purse slung over the bulky jacket.

“N-nothing,” she stuttered out, her cheeks tinged red at the sight of Sam in your room. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was here.”

“S’okay, bug.” You promised, giving her a smile. “What’s up?” You asked again, wanting to know what it was that she needed.

“I think Brooke and I are headed out now. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t want to come.”

“Thank you for checking, but I think we’ll stay here.” You assured her, not wanting to feel bad about leaving you out. As much as you loved the idea of having a sibling movie night, you loved the idea of getting Sam’s clothes off more. “Have fun, bug.”

“We will. I’ll see you later.” She smiled, stepping backwards and back out into the hallway. “Bye, Sam.” She said, addressing him separately. As much as he had hurt you in the past, you and Sam together was all she had ever known. The world seemed right when the two of you were existing side by side in your childhood home.

“See ya, bug.” He chuckled, watching as she closed the door behind her. He was grateful that she did not seem to detest him like the rest of your family did (well, excluding your mom), because after everything, he still thought of her as his own sister. Even if the two of you did not end up together, he was certain he always would. Once he was sure she was out of earshot, he looked back to you. In the distance, you heard the slam of the front door, cementing your seclusion.

“So the house is all ours now?” He asked, a small smile tugging on his lips as he raised an eyebrow.

“Seems so.” You shrugged, biting down on the inside of your lip to hold back your own smile. “Come here.” You held out a hand to him, beckoning him to join you on the bed. As soon as you gave the okay, he sprung forward off the chair and wrapped his arms around you. The two of you tumbled back onto the bed, laughing at the simple moment. It was something you missed so badly that came so easily with him. Never had you met another person that made everything seem so easy, and never had you encountered anyone who felt so right.

You shifted underneath him, resting your head against the mound of pillows at the top of your mattress. You gazed up at him, your eyes sparkling with adoration as you tried to familiarize yourself with the newest version of him you had yet to know. “I take it we’re done talking?” He asked, looking down over your face with a smug little grin.

“Very much done with talking.” You agreed, nodding your head. The two of you had done so much talking over the last few weeks that it sickened you to think about it.

“I missed you, princess.” He muttered, his hand finding its way underneath the t-shirt you were wearing. His hands were still cold from the harsh winter wind outside, sending shivers down your spine at the touch. Although, you could not fully accredit it to the chill, because the feeling of his touch alone often sent your body into the same reaction.

“You saw me a few days ago.” You reminded, trying not to focus on the feeling of his skin on your own. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and it made it hard to think of anything else.

“Yeah, I know.” He said, looking down over your face. A new emotion seemed to appear in his eyes, less sad and more intense. “And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.” Your breath caught in your throat, staring up at him with a burning sensation deep in your belly that only he knew how to spark. He noticed your eyes telling him the same old story, the only one in the world that came close to the story his heart loved to retell. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you, and it was driving him crazy.

His eyes flickered down to your chest, but he did not advance. For a moment, he actually seemed to be frozen in place as he studied the worn logo and familiar fabric. You watched his face, unsure of what seemed to be running through his mind. When he did not move or speak any further, you spoke for him. “What’s wrong, Sam?”

“The shirt,” he muttered, his eyebrows knitting together as he looked back up at your face. “I-is that mine?”

“Y-yeah?” You said, phrasing it more as a question. You looked down, surprised that he recognized the old thing. You’d thrown it on in attempt to make yourself feel better earlier that day, but you never thought to change before he arrived. “Yeah, it is. Is that okay?”

“I thought you threw out all of my old stuff.” He whispered, his eyes still scanning over the logo. “I mean, I didn’t know, but I expected you to.” He explained, phrasing his thoughts better.

“No, I never… I didn’t have the heart to throw anything out.” You confessed, neglecting telling him that every so often you sought out the items for comfort when the world seemed a little too overwhelming.

“I never thought I’d see you wear this again.” He continued, almost laughing at the thought. “You used to wear this all of the time.”

“Yeah, it was my favourite.” You nodded, smiling back at the memory. “Guess some things never change.”

“You’re making it incredibly hard not to fall in love with you again, y/n.” He said, glancing back up at your face. As he did, you both knew that love was unavoidable, because you had never fallen out of love in the first place. Even after years apart, your heart still felt the same, and so did his.

“I… I never said you couldn’t, Sam.” And you were telling the truth; of all the things you had told him over the last few weeks, you had never told him not to fall in love again. Maybe it had slipped your mind, but it was more likely that you wanted him to fall in love again, just so you wouldn’t be the only one still hopeless pining. You wanted him to love you, and you wanted to love him, even while you hated him. You needed it like you needed air, and you needed to hear him say it. It had been two long years of being deprived of the sweetest sound in the whole world. “I can’t be the one to say it first, this time.” You whispered, looking carefully over his expression.

“Is that you giving me permission?” He asked, hoping for a yes. “Because I thought it was a mistake when you said it the other night.”

“It’s never been a mistake, Sam. Loving you is the only thing I know how to do.” You promised. “It’s easier than falling asleep, but I just… I can’t always be the one to say it first, and I don’t want to be the only one who means it, anymore.”

“You were never the only one who meant it.” He said it with so much sincerity that it made your head spin. “I’ve always meant it, Princess, I just didn’t know how to do it properly. Now, I do, and that all I ever want to do.” You swallowed hard, giving him a nod as your heart pounded against your chest.

“Okay.” You agreed, unable to manage any more than that. With a new breath of hope, he smiled down at you.

“I love you, y/n.” He whispered, his hand still wandering underneath your t-shirt.

“I love you, Sam.” Before he could speak again, you reached out and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him down until his lips met your own. The kiss was so much sweeter than the last, the taste of the proclamation of love still lingering on the tips of your tongues. It was more addicting than the taste of sugar itself, and you wished to savour it until the end of time. His grip on your hip tightened, showcasing his enthusiasm for your advance. As eager as you were to advance further, you were just as content existing in the moment, memorizing the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

It was familiar, welcoming, yet so much different than it once was. The tickle of his facial hair against your chin was something you’d never felt before, but it was just as addicting as the rest of it. You were both more experienced than you used to be, and you hated knowing that it was because of your escapades with other people, but it was paying off for you now. Back then, you were young and stupid, blindly loving each other and uncertain on how to do it correctly. Now, you were grown, using your life experience to come back to each other and do it over again, but right this time. His hand on you felt so good, and if you had to admit, better than it used to. You weren’t sure if it was because you missed him so much, or if it was because the youthful awkwardness seemed to flee him.

The kiss was messy, desperate for something you were already promised to have. That was one thing that never fled you nor Sam; your desperation for each other, and your desire to have each other, even if it had only been days since you saw each other. There was a flame burning inside both of you that only you could ignite, and anyone else who had ever tried gave up after a useless, futile attempt. He knew you so well, and no distance or amount of time could change it. He knew exactly where to touch you to make you melt, and he knew exactly what to do to make you feel good. He needed no direction, no instruction, and remembered it as if he’d spent the last two years studying it even in your absence.

When he pulled away, hearts were dancing in your eyes as smiles blossomed on your cheeks. The joy seemed to aid you in forgetting the pain that was so devastating. After so much heartbreak, you expected it to feel less beautiful and more melancholic, but kissing him was just as meaningful as it was in the beginning. “Let me take this off, beautiful.” He said, slipping his hand further up your shirt. You leaned forward, allowing him to pull it over your head and toss it to the floor. “As good as you look in my clothes, you look even better out of them.”

“Charming, as always.” You rolled your eyes as he unclipped your bra, throwing it in the same direction as your shirt.

“Some things never change.” He grinned. The sight filled you with a sense of adoration for him. It was the same goofy smile that you’d fallen so deeply for when you were young, and the sight of it pointed in your direction again nearly made you weak in the knees.

“And I’m happy that it hasn’t.” You reached out, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head. It got tangled up in his hair, and as you tried to pull it off, you noticed it was stuck on his head. You let out a laugh, loosening your grip on the fabric and allowing him to take it off himself. He couldn’t help but laugh too, reaching up and taking it off. Once it was was on the floor with the rest of the clothes, you reached up and brushed the hair from his face. “Hi, baby.” You breathed, the soft brown of his eyes nearly pulling you into a trance.

“Hi, beautiful.” He smiled, letting his hand trail over your bare stomach. The light tickle made goosebumps prickle your skin, and you couldn’t help but feel the need to kiss him again.

As if he felt the desire just as strongly, he leaned down and captured you in a soft kiss. He laid gently atop of you, careful not to put his entire weight on you. The feeling of his body against yours was intoxicating, the warmth from his skin wrapping you in a blanket of comfort. His lips did not linger there for long, but trailed down to your jaw and eventually landed on your neck. You reached up, tangling your fingers in his hair as his lips explored the sensitive skin on your neck. A breathy moan pushed past your lips as his tongue found the sweet spot just under your ear. The sound encouraged him further, and he took it upon himself to suck gentle marks into the skin, easy to cover with your hair but enough to remind you of him when he was not with you.

He moved further down, his lips ghosting over your collarbone as he raised his hand to your breast, cupping it in his hand and squeezing it slightly. As his teeth grazed over the skin, he let his thumb brush against your nipple, the sensation causing it to harden under his touch. You let out a shaky breath, trying your best to keep the feeling to yourself, but the pleasure from the small touch was plaguing you. You had never felt a sensation so euphoric from anyone else, and you never wanted to go without it again.

“Does that feel good, Princess?” He hummed, looking up at you with a heavy lidded stare. You could see the desire clouding his vision. Moments before, he was concerned with everything and anything; the love he had for you, the joy he felt being back in your company, and whether or not the world would allow you to be together again. Now, he was concerned with one thing and one thing only: catching up on all of the time he missed out on.

“So good, Sammy.” You uttered the words in a hurry, hoping that you could urge him to keep going. You needed him so badly and you were unsure if you could wait any longer. As he listened to the desperation in your voice, he debated leaving you there to suffer for a moment, just to make the release so much more pleasant. As he lowered his mouth to your chest, taking your other nipple into his mouth and running his tongue over it, he knew it would be too hard for him to do such a thing. The night spent tangled up in each other in the driver's seat of his car was good, but it was nothing more than a messy reunion to hold you over until you had the chance for something better. It bridged the gap between dire need and desperate want, but it did not last for very long. With every minute that passed, it seemed like you were one step closer to death without him.

As his tongue ran over the sensitive nub, your back arched in response. Your fingers tightened in his hair as you felt your breath catch in your throat. You could feel him smile against you before he pulled away, looking up at you through dark lashes. “Needy, are we?” He teased, letting his fingers trail down your bare stomach. The light tickle made you want to shy away, but your love for him wanted to invite him in for more. Everything about him was conflicting, yet it only ever made you fall deeper in love.

“I am,” you breathed, hoping the desperation in your eyes would urge him to continue. “Need you so bad, Sammy.” You pleaded, pushing your bottom lip out slightly. The pout seemed to strike a nerve in him as his hand settled on the waistband of your leggings.

“I want to hear how bad you want me.” He said, dipping his fingers below the elastic. The sudden movement seemed to make your brain short circuit, but after a few moments you managed to speak your mind.

“Please, baby. I need you… missed you so much.” You whispered, lifting your hips off the bed while maintaining eye contact. He used the opportunity to pull the leggings down over your ass, moving away for a moment to pull them from your body completely. As you looked down, you realized he’d been swift enough to remove the thong you were wearing, too.

“What do you want me to do, baby?” He pried, tossing the clothes to the side. His eyes raked over your body, taking in every detail of the exposed skin. His mouth was watering at the sight of you, and part of him wished he had waited to have you again. As much as he enjoyed your date night in the car, seeing you so openly was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. It was too limiting, too restricting, and he was only now beginning to realize he had the luxury of having you however he wanted.

“Whatever you want, Sammy. M’all yours, baby. You know that.” You rushed out, uncaring that the statement was soaked in desperation, which had always been an unflattering look on you. To him, he thought it was the hottest thing in the whole world. “Just need you to touch me, please.”

“You know that I’ll always give you what you want, sweetheart.” He crooned, settling on his stomach between your legs. He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, sending jolts of electricity through your whole body. “Especially when you ask so nicely.” He hooked his arms under your thighs, pulling you down towards him a little further. A gasp fell from your lips at the sudden movement. Before you could say anything else, he leaned forward, his tongue connecting with your core and instantly turning you into a mess.

“Fuck,” you groaned, letting your head fall back on the pillows. It had been so long since you’d felt the pleasure of his mouth, and it was immediately overwhelming. You prayed that your need wasn’t astonishingly obvious, because to you, it felt as though it was written all over you. The men you’d found yourself entangled with in university were unfulfilling and disappointing, and it had been so long since anyone had gone down on you, let alone done it well.

He let his tongue run through your folds, getting a taste of the arousal he was causing. His movements were slow, calculated and careful. He did not want to miss a single drop, and it was obvious in his approach. After a moment, he let out a hum of satisfaction, showcasing his own enthusiasm for the moment. Your fingers twisted delicately around the strands of his hair, the slight tugging and pulling giving him encouragement. He let his tongue circle around your clit, the light motion causing your stomach to twist into a knot. Your eyebrows furrowed as your heart pounded against your chest, and you worried that despite his intent to start slow, you were already embarrassingly close.

Before you had time to recover from the initial shock of his tongue on you, he began to pick up his pace. You uttered a slur of curses, feeling the words get strangled in your throat. The sensation was intense, and he’d barely even begun. Although it had been a long time since you’d had good sex, you never really had much of a tolerance for Sam’s unruly charm. He’d always known how to pry an orgasm from you without even trying, and he could send you into a climax merely by looking at you the right way. You weren’t sure if it was because he was so good at sex or if it was just because you were in love with him. Perhaps, it was a mix of both.

You let out a shaky breath, looking down between your legs and admiring the sight of him. He was working at you with intent, almost as if he’d spent the last two years imagining himself in this exact position. In some strange way, it was true. Although he had missed you for more than sex, between your legs was a place where he felt most at home. The taste of you on his tongue and your thighs squeezing his head was a feeling he could never seem to forget. The sounds falling from your lips paired with your fingers tangled in his hair was euphoric, and his name hanging so sweetly in the air was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. He felt that if he could not see you in such a state, he was wasting his life. He could search for the same thing in a million places and thousands of women, but he was certain nobody would ever hold a candle to you.

His tongue dipped down towards your entrance, giving your aching clit a break from the constant stimulation. You managed to catch your breath for a moment, the pulsing pleasure easing for a second as he changed his focus. Just when you thought you thought he might be generous and take it easy on you, he pulled back for just long enough to bring his fingers to his lips. You watched him as he let a trail of spit fall from his lips onto his hand. He caught your eye for a moment, but did not say a word. A familiar feeling ignited in the pit of your stomach as you noticed his lust blown pupils. He did not need to say a word; from his expression alone you could tell he was enjoying it just as much, if not more than you were.

He brought his mouth back to you at the same time as he added his fingers. Your back arched up off the mattress in reaction to the sensation, the stopping and staring making the pleasure return with a whole new force.

“Fuck, Sam.” You hissed, the sensation overtaking every other feeling in your body. “Feels so fucking good.” The second part of the statement came out strained as he curled his fingers as he pumped them into you, hitting the spot only he knew how to find. He did not respond, but seemed to focus on making his movements even more prescise. His tongue circling your clit paired with the feeling of his fingers inside of you was throwing you into a state of euphoria you weren’t sure you had ever felt before. You needed it, and you knew that you could not wait any longer.

One of your hands released the hold on his hair, dropping to the sheets to grab a fistful of the fabric. You were so close to the edge, the pleasure completely engulfing you and throwing you into a whole other dimension. Your breathing was ragged, your chest rising and falling rapidly to try and catch up on lost air. Your skin was glistening with sweat and your head was spinning. All of the above usually seemed unpleasant, but when it was paired with the waves pleasure coursing through your body, all the way from your head to the very tips of your toes, it was addicting. The whole scene felt otherworldly, like something you had been dreaming of every night yet could not remember in the morning. It was something you longed for, even if you did not realize you were actually searching for it. You looked for Sam in every face you passed, and you hoped to find him in the touch of another, but now that you had him, you knew that there was not another person in the world that could ever make you feel such a way. Nobody could compete with him, because he existed within his own league.

He could feel the pressure building within you; it was so powerful that he was bearing the weight on his own shoulders. He could feel the trembling of your legs, the intensity of your hold on him increasing with every breath. He wanted to give it to you, to feel your body give in to the temptation, but there was another part of him that waited to push it as far as he could, just so the moment wouldn’t end. He spent a few moments debating his feelings on the matter all whilst pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

A particularly sharp intake of breath let him know that you were pushing the point of no return. In a split second decision, he pulled his mouth away entirely and showed his fingers to a stop. The only thing you could process was the fact that the steadily building pleasure had suddenly disappeared, and the loss was so detrimental that you felt the need to grieve it. “Sam,” you choked out his name, a whine stuck in your throat as you lifted your head up from the pillows. You looked down at him, holding his gaze with as much confidence as you could. He gave you a smirk, moving his thumb over your clit as he began a slow pace.

“What’s wrong, Princess?” He asked, acting as if he was oblivious to the reason why you were upset.

“Why did you stop?” You asked, your cheeks flushed with emotion. He gave a dry chuckle, applying pressure to his thumb. The feeling caused your muscles in your legs to twitch and your breath catch in your throat.

“‘Cause you look so pretty when you beg for it.”

“You want to hear how bad I need you, Sammy?” Your voice dropped as you spoke, willing to give him exactly what he wanted in exchange for what you wanted. “You want to hear how good you make me feel? How nobody else can make me feel this good?” He watched your face, his cheeks reddening at the sound of your words and his chest heaving with every breath. He wasn’t sure where this side of you was coming from; two years ago, you never would have spoken to him in such a way. He realized quickly that two years can change a lot more than he ever imagined it could. “Is that what you want, baby?”

“That’s exactly what I want, gorgeous.” He affirmed his intention, beginning to pump his fingers into you again. “Tell me how badly you want to get fucked.” The obscenity rolling so sweetly off of his tongue made the ache between your legs grow stronger, and you could not deny him of the request.

“I missed you so much, Sam.” You choked out, feeling his fingers curl against your g-spot, sending your skin tingling with pleasure. “I-I need you to make me feel good. I need it so bad. Nobody else could do it right.”

“Nobody else knew how to take care of you, hmm?” He hummed, his eyes drifting down at his fingers buried in your cunt. The sight seemed to send him into a feral state, his eyes darkening and his jaw tensing.

“I used to think of you, the way you’d take care of me, how well you filled me…” you trailed off, feeling the delirium return as the orgasm began to creep up on you once again.

“You thought of me while someone else was fucking you?” He couldn’t hide the amusement in his eyes, not liking the idea of someone else’s hands on you, but loving the knowledge that not even that could make you forget about him. “Such a little whore, aren’t you? I don’t remember you being so bad.” He was leaning closer to you with every word he spoke, not even realizing the gravitational pull you had on him. “You’re all mine, aren’t you? You just can’t help yourself…” He asked, trailing off near the end of his sentence. His words were quiet, yet incredibly impactful. Your walls clenched around his fingers, the possessive claim sending you in a downspiral.

“I’m all yours, Sam.” You agreed, your eyes squeezing shut as your body began to tremble. You were bracing yourself for the storm, and he was doing his best to coax you through it.

“That’s it, Princess. Doing so good for me.” He crooned, leaning his head down and letting his tongue take over for his thumb. A moan slipped past your lips, so obscene that it was nearly pornographic. You could feel him smile against you, but you were too far gone to chastise him for his cockiness. The muscles in your abdomen tightened, and your legs locked in place.

“Sam,” you warned, your hips rising from the bed to meet his mouth in reaction to the overwhelming sensation. “M’gonna cum.” You forced out, your eyebrows knitting together as your lips parted. The sound falling from your lips filled the room, painting the walls with yet another memory of Sam’s company.

You needed it. No, you needed him. He was the only thing that mattered, just like always, and it felt like you would die without it. He was the only person in the world who could drive you to such insanity, and the only one who could bring you back.

Just when you thought you could not hold on any longer, he pulled away from you again. This time, instead of protesting with your words, a guttural cry tore through your chest as the frustration took hold. He looked up at your face, knowing exactly what he was doing, yet unable to feel any remorse for doing so. Seeing you so worked up was his favourite part of the whole process, and he’d been deprived of it for far too long. You gazed up at him, tears of anger pooling in your eyes as you tried to silently express your distaste for his actions.

“Come on, gorgeous.” He tried to comfort you, pulling his hand away, too. “I have to have my fun, too. You just look so pretty when you’re desperate for me to fuck you.”

“You’re an asshole.” You forced out through clenched teeth, uncaring of the consequences of your words. You did not believe he’d be such a tease after such a loving conversation, but you knew you had your hopes a bit too high. Sam always had a knack for making you suffer, even if it wasn’t always intentional. The fact that you were in the position now was just a comfort to you, knowing that not too much had changed after all. Part of you was fearful it would not be the same as it once was, but as you looked over his face, it was the same old Sam that once sat between your legs, just older and hopefully, a little bit wiser.

“Get up,” he ordered, seemingly ignoring the insult you’d thrown his way.

“You could ask a little nicer, especially after that.” You grumbled, challenging him only slightly.

“I’m not asking, sweetheart.” He said, looking down at you with a stern expression. His words were calm, but his tone was strong, and you knew you should not test your luck. Even if you were annoyed with him, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal at the statement. “Don’t make me say it again.”

“S-sorry, Sammy.” You stuttered, sitting up in response to his newest demand.

“On your hands and knees,” he said, unbuttoning his pants and kicking them to the side. You watched for a second, amazed by the sight and excited by the idea of being able to have him again. When he ultimately threw his boxers in the same pile of clothes on the floor, he did not seem pleased that you hadn’t changed positions yet. When he noticed your eyes were not focused on his face, a small smirk grew on his lips. “Or would you rather just get on your knees?” He offered the alternative. You looked up to meet his gaze, wordlessly sliding from the bed and on to the floor. He was too shocked to respond, expecting at least some kind of argument or protest. He didn’t have time to recover from the surprise, because you were already eye-level with his cock and reaching out for him.

You wrapped your hand around him, making sure to continue looking up at his face as you brought your mouth forward and landed your lips on the tip of his dick. He let out a shallow sigh, his hair falling forward into his face as he looked down at you, awaiting your next move. You parted your lips slightly, running your tongue over the sensitive skin. The taste of his pre-cum lingered on your tongue, making your mouth water and your desire grow stronger. The look in his eye only made your cunt ache with even more intensity, and even as you willed yourself to tease him as much as he’d done to you, your desire to keep going was growing stronger by the second.

You opened your mouth a little wider, taking him in, but only slightly. You suctioned your lips around his head as you continued to move your tongue over him. He let out a hiss of pleasure, taking in a long breath as his eyes fluttered closed. You let some saliva accumulate on your tongue before moving your head down further, taking him in a few more inches. You could feel him throbbing, aching for more but allowing you to take the lead. It had been so long since he felt something so heavenly, and he was willing to take whatever you allowed him to have. His lack of protest for your slow pace made your annoyance grow weaker, and now you were only determined to make him feel the same as he made you feel. You took in a long breath and closed your eyes, moving your head down further until you felt him hit the back of your throat. You focused on not gagging, the sensation foreign, yet not as bad as you remembered it. The control was in your hands, making the situation all the more comfortable.

When the feeling grew familiar, you began bobbing your head at a pace that was pleasurable, yet not too much for you to handle. “Fuck, Princess.” He muttered, opening his eyes just enough to catch sight of your face. He watched as you bobbed your head down on him, already noticing the sensation grow stronger. You were not the only one with a hair-trigger, and that was exactly why he did not have the heart to chastise you for it earlier. When it came to you, any kind of stamina in the bedroom seemed just out of reach. “Looks so good with my cock down your throat.”

You hummed in response, the vibration making the pleasure all the more intense. His head fell backwards as a long string of curses fell from his lips. He did not remember you as someone who was so vocal, nor one who took the ropes for any type of action, yet the newest version of you seemed to send him straight to the brink of insanity. You looked up, looking at the exposed columns of his neck, tense from the strain of his head tiled back so far. As he let out a groan, his adams apple bobbed with the sound, making the sight all the more beautiful. You sped slightly, now only concerned with his pleasure and in turn, hearing the beautiful sounds that were falling from his lips.

After taking note of his reaction moments before, you decided to try your luck. As you felt him reach the back of your throat again, you let out a muffled moan. You weren’t expecting the sound to cause a gag to rise in your throat, and when the muscles tightened around him, he took in a sharp breath. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, letting you know you were affecting him much more than you thought you would. He pulled back from you, his chest heaving with his breaths and his eyes crazed with lust. He reached out, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he guided your head towards to look at him. You were still trying to catch your breath and your eyes were watering, but he thought you were the most beautiful thing in the whole world, and nothing could change that. He wiped away the trail of spit still lingering on your lips, giving you a soft smile.

“Stand up for me, beautiful.” This time, you did exactly has he asked, rising slowly to your feet. When you were steady, he took a step towards you, backing you up until your legs hit the mattress. He gave you a smirk as he leaned down, capturing you in a kiss that was just as heated as the rest of the evening. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his chest pressed into your own. You could feel his heart against your chest, and he could feel yours against his own. It seemed like they were in perfect harmony, and the universe was willing you two to become one once again.

His hand drifted down your side, his fingers tickling the soft skin as he moved until eventually, his hold remained on the curve of your back. He guided you down on the mattress, gently and securely, just so you knew he would never let you fall. When you were down on the mattress, he anchored his hands on your hips and pulled them to the edge of the bed. Then, he reached over and grabbed a pillow from the stack of them, moving it beside your head. You lifted your neck, allowing him to slip it underneath. He smiled down at you for a moment, the animalistic attraction seeming to wear off for a moment as he looked down upon you. For a moment, he just felt the need to admire you and the beauty that always seemed to take his breath away.

“Comfy?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Very.” You assured him, giggling at his expression. With a smile, he ran a gentle hand down your bare thigh, stopping at your knee to give him a leverage point. “I want to say it again.” You confessed, caught up in the moment of sweetness amidst the chaos.

“You can say whatever you want, Princess.” He assured you, lifting your leg and anchoring it around him. He leaned forward slightly, resting himself on your entrance. You took in a sharp breath, already distracted by the idea of what was to come next. One thing you loved about your childhood bedroom was that your bed, although uncomfortable by times, was the perfect height for Sam to do exactly what he was doing then. Using his hand on your thigh, he pulled you towards him as he pushed into you. There was a collective sigh of relief shared between the two of you, and then, as if you could not hold it back any longer, you spoke the words your heart was begging you to share.

“I love you, Sam.”

“I love you, princess.” He crooned, but the sweetness did not last too long. He withdrew his hips and slammed himself back into you as the pet name was rolling off of his tongue. You let out a sharp moan, a painful type of pleasure shooting through you. You closed your eyes as he began at a steady pace, but he was having none of it. “Eyes on me,” he ordered, catching your attention. You did just that; your eyes opened and fell upon his face, drinking in the stern nature of his expression. “That’s it.” He praised you for listening so well, studying every detail of your pleasure ridden expression. As he did, his hips sped again, and his grip on your leg tightened. “Look at you, taking me so well.” You thought that you might come undone from the sound of his words alone, but you managed to keep yourself under control. You let out a shaky breath, laced delicately with a moan that was begging to be heard. His hair was hanging down over his face, something that was new to you, yet undeniably attractive. The long hair suited him, and you wished he would have grown it so long much sooner.

“Fuck, Sam.” You groaned, reaching out and licking your fingers around his wrist.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He asked, finding your growing desperation intoxicating. You nodded, your lips parted as another moan forced its way from your chest. You caught his eyes, the glossy stare seeming to shake him to his core. He let out a shaky sigh, closing his eyes for a moment and shaking his head slightly. “I’m not going to last for very long if you keep fucking looking at me like that.” He muttered, taking in a long breath as his hips continued to move at a bruising pace. With every re-entry, the tip of his cock brushed perfectly against your g-spot, sending a wave of pleasure through your entire body. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and the orgasm seemed to be pulsing underneath your skin stronger than even your own heartbeat.

“You want me to stop looking at you?” You teased, grinning up at him.

“Fuck no.” He said, resembling more of a growl. He reached down, letting his thumb drift over your cheek for a moment before trailing it across your bottom lip. As if on instinct, you parted your lips slightly, catching him off guard as you brought the digit into your mouth. Your closed your lips around his thumb, settling your tongue on the pad of his finger, looking up at him through your lashes. For a moment, it seemed as if his brain short-circuited. His hips stuttered and his breath caught in his throat as he watched you. You suctioned your cheeks and moved your head back far enough that his thumb slipped back out of your mouth with a slight popping noise.

He clenched his jaw, realizing that the woman underneath him was much different than the one he had so long ago, but in every good way possible. With his sudden realization, he was eager to explore your new found confidence even further. He dropped his hand around your neck, his fingers loosely anchoring around the sides and settling just atop your jugular. When you did not recoil from the new position, he took it upon himself to tighten his grip. As he did so, his hips did not speed, but each thrust became more forceful. The strength at which he was moving sent the bed frame knocking into the wall with every move of his hips. As his fingers tightened further, you could feel your heartbeat fill your ears as your head began to swim with an airy feeling. The wooziness that accompanied the newest position made the knot in your belly tighten, and the pleasure to reach a new peak.

You wanted to cry out, to make a sound and let him know how good he was making you feel, but you could not. A burning feeling began to rise in your chest as his palm pressed against your trachea, but you could not find a complaint about it. As your head began to spin and your lungs felt as if they were on fire, you realized that even death at the hands of Sam Kiszka would be the most pleasant experience of your entire existence.

He began to notice the far away look in your eye, and he loosened his hold, allowing you to fill your lungs with a breath of air. You coughed slightly, the sudden rush of oxygen seeming painful after being deprived. His fingers gently massaged the area his hand had been moments before, worried that he might have hurt you. When you finally caught your breath and the obscenities began falling from your lips again, he knew you were more than alright.

“That’s it, baby.” He muttered, his voice hoarse from the sheer amount of carnal desire burning within him. “That’s my girl.”

The possessive claim once again made you weak, and you could not help but clench around him, drawing him in further with hopes of keeping him there forever. His eyes trailed downwards, settling intently on the point in which your hips met his. He seemed mesmerized as he watched himself fuck you, and it was driving him closer to the edge with every thrust of his hips. He knew that if you did not cum soon, he might get there before you, and that was one thing he refused to do.

“Are you gonna cum for me, beautiful?” He asked, reaching between your legs and settling his thumb on your clit. He began a slow circular motion, watching your expression in hopes of a reaction. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down hard enough that you were certain you drew blood.

“Are you going to let me this time?” You forced out, your breathing ragged and your forehead glistening with sweat. It was a terrible task trying to hold yourself back, but you did not want to get your hopes up again only for it to be ripped away from you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Princess.” He smirked, applying a bit more pressure with his thumb. Although he did intend to allow you to cum, it was fun to tease you. When you rolled your eyes, he knew that he could not bear to push you any further. “Come on. Be good for me, baby.” He said, his words permissive although not outright. As you caught his eye, you knew his intentions were genuine, and you felt the defensive nature of your actions begin to fade. “There you go.” He hummed, making sure to keep his thumb in time with the thrust of his hips. Before you knew it, your entire body was overtaken by the euphoria once again, and this time, there was no going back.

“Oh god, Sam.” You breathed, realizing that he had no intent to stop. After being pushed to the edge so many times and pulled back so harshly, it seemed like the orgasm was taking over with an intensity you had never felt before. You opened your mouth to utter a warning, but there was no time to say the words aloud; the climax hit you hard, starting at your core and quickly spreading all the way throughout your body. It made your muscles tense and your legs shake, and it knocked the air from your lungs as your mind swirled with nothing but desire for the man between your legs. He thought for a moment that he would be able to hold himself back, just for long enough to give you a second orgasm to apologize for his relentless teasing, but at the sight of your expression twisted into pleasure, his own orgasm began to take hold.

“Look at me,” he snapped, his harshness completely unintentional. He was panicking, needing the eye contact for one last moment of innocent intimacy before it was all over. “Want you to look at me while I fill you, angel.” Your eyes snapped open, searching for his own in with a new found sense of urgency. The words twisted your stomach into a tighter knot, and his gaze pushed you into a whole new wave of pleasure.

“Fuck, Sammy.” You whined, reaching out for him. As the pleasure took hold for him, he leaned forward into your arms. His hips stuttered, his movements quickly becoming sloppy as his cock twitched inside of you. He tried his best not to collapse into your arms as he spilled his release into you, a long slur of curses falling from his lips as your nails dug into the skin of his back. Your hips moved upwards to meet his as you tried to ride out the last bit of euphoria the moment had to offer.

Just like that, the two of you had fallen back into old and incredibly reckless habits, and neither of you seemed to have a shred of remorse about it.

He heaved a sigh, both of you sweaty and exhausted from the excitement. His hair was sticking to his face and his eyes were begging him to sleep, but he would not let himself give in to the temptation. He was enjoying the closeness with you too much to give it up just yet. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to you. His heartbeat was rapid against his chest, and you could feel it coursing through you, too. The reuinion was plastered all over the room; the bedsheets tainted with your inability to stay away from each other, and the walls dripping with the obscenities and vulgarity of the night. Even when you were both long gone and forgot the fateful night, you knew the memory would remain indefinitely.

“How was that, princess?” He asked, placing soft kisses to your collarbone. The ghost of your orgasm was still lingering, and every time he pressed his lips to your skin, it sent jolts of electricity through your whole body.

“It was so good, baby.” You breathed, keeping your eyes closed as you tried to steady your heartbeat. He was silent for a moment, fearful that if he moved too fast, you would disappear before his very eyes. You could sense the tension in the air, knowing he wanted to speak but he was holding himself back. “What’s wrong, Sammy?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair as you pushed it away from his face.

“You’re… you’re not going to disappear again, are you?” He asked, lifting his head from your chest to glance up at your face. The words struck you hard, making you feel like you were drowning in regret. You felt so guilty for ignoring him after the last time you were together, but you had really thought that it was for the best. Now that he was with you, laying in your arms and asking if you were going to stay, you knew that this was for the best. Despite all of the pain, you and Sam were meant to be together, and the world would stop at nothing to ensure that it would happen.

“No, baby.” You shook your head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I promise… I want to stay. I want you to stay.”

“It’s okay if you don’t, but I just… I’d rather know, you know?” He said, uncertainty flashing in his eyes.

“I do, Sam.” You assured him. “More than anything else in the world.”

“Okay,” he said, giving you a smile. He believed you, and he wanted just the same. “So… we’ll try again? You want to try again?”

“I want to try again.” You whispered, feeling yourself melting into the warm brown of his eyes. It felt sometimes that if you looked to long, you would get lost in them and never find your way back. “I want to try harder than we ever have.”

“Me too, princess.” He sighed, placing a gentle kiss to your chest. “We can do it. I know we can.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling weakly at him. “We can.”

You weren’t sure if you believed your own words, but by god did you hope that you were right. It took everything in you to find the strength to try again, and you weren’t sure if you had enough strength left to face the world if he were to leave. As you looked down over his face, it didn’t seem to matter; when Sam was with you, the entire world seemed right. For the first time in two years, things seemed okay. There was no cloud of misery hanging over your head, nor any sorrow lingering in your bones. You were happy, and it felt like the weight was finally lifted off your shoulders. All of the love that had been lying dormant for so long finally had a place to live, and you could finally rest. Loving Sam was all you had ever known how to do, and it was all you ever wanted to do. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world, and you hoped that it would stay forever.

In a single night, he had managed to give you the gift of hope, which was something you had not felt in a very long time. Now, you could only pray that this time, he really had no intentions to take it away, again. Hope was a fantastic thing to feel, but it was also a loss so harrowing that it made the whole world seem bleak, and you were already exhausted from walking an earth that only ever seemed barren and empty.

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heartbeat (part 1)

please find the other parts via my masterlist or the #sh0ek0 tag, I'm having some trouble with my posts not showing up in the tags and I think the links are messing this up

genre: angst, smut, dark content, kinda all over the place content warning: 18+ !MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT! mentions of alcohol and drug use, smoking cigarettes, name calling, Maddy x Nate kinda love (Euphoria), toxic relationship, violence, emotional abuse, implied sexual violence (kinda?), fingering, choking, rough!megumi, slapping, prob more but I am new where is my guide to this?? pairing: Megumi x Reader (lil bit of Choso x Reader) word count: about 6.2k

summary: Megumi was the perfect boyfriend - until he wasn’t so perfect anymore. When you both met he became so obsessed with you but his obsession quickly turned into possessiveness. You were his. After you suspected him of being unfaithful to you for the first time your change in behavior caused him to act up and he began beating up every guy that even dared to look at you. That was your little game, you flirted with every guy that crossed your path to get his attention and he protected what belonged to him. Your toxic relationship fueled the both of you until someday, out of nowhere, he left you on your own.

recommended songs: Fallin Out Of Love With You - Montell Fish / NEW MAGIC WAND - Tyler, The Creator / Heartbeat - Childish Gambino / Still Don't Know My Name - Labrinth

(I have a very specific outfit in mind so here you go)

With a cigarette resting between your slightly parted lips you're sitting on the sill of the open window in your dorm room. Your eyes wander as you take a drag, the cigarette now between your fingers. A soft sigh leaves your mouth and your gaze falls on the bottle of wine and the box of frozen pizza on the table in front of your small kitchen unit. While the bottle of red wine actually has a bigger chance of being your dinner than the actual food next to it, you do consider just going to bed without having either of it. You are just so tired and you know that not even alcohol can mend the numb feeling in your chest.

A cold breeze from outside sends shivers to your spine so you mindlessly grab the big black hoodie laying on the table next to your dinner. You put away the cigarette so you can slip into the soft piece of clothing. As the smell of the dark fabric hits you, you have to swallow and close your eyes for a moment. Before you allow yourself to get lost in your thoughts you pick the cigarette back up to finish it.

"Fuck." you curse under your breath after trying to light it for the sixth or seventh time. You were about to throw the lighter away and call it a night when finally you could see the flame lighting up. You hold the black ashy end of your cigarette to the fire, immediately taking a deep drag and blowing out the smoke right away.

"I should really buy a new lighter." you mutter while taking another drag. Or you could just quit smoking altogether.

Eyes closed, head resting against the window frame you're taking in the familiar smell of the hoodie mixed with smoke and your mind wanders off to its original owner. You can make out messy black strands of hair and pale skin before your inner eye, a cold expression directed at you. You can almost feel his hands touching your face, your hair, your body. His deep, raspy voice whispering sweet nothings while you're like wax in his hands, lying in his embrace.

How much you still loved him. Even though he was so cold and distant and hurtful at times you knew he just acted that way because you came too close. It probably was your fault, you pressured him too much. You asked too much of him. You hurt him. You were so needy and your behavior towards him was so disrespectful. You gave him no other choice and somehow you still miss the toxic mess the two of you had.

"Ouch!" you wince and shake your right hand, throwing the cigarette out of the window. You forgot about it resting between your fingers and it burned all the way down, leaving a small burn mark between your index and your middle finger. Rubbing the burned skin you slid off the window sill, close the window and shuffle over to the kitchen table.

While you opened the bottle of wine and filled up the only glass left in the cabinet, you saw your phone light up with a notification and then another. You knew there were several parties going on tonight, Nobara kept rambling about them during classes earlier today. You honestly did not care much about going out lately, maybe because you were crying yourself to sleep almost every night.

It always started with a bottle of wine that you drank alone in your dark dorm room, listening to the same songs over and over again but it seemed like someone wanted to keep you from this fate tonight.

NOBARA: "I'll be there in five so empty that bottle fast and get ready."

She knew you so well.

ITADORI: "I rly hpoe you and Kugisaki get your sexxy asses over here soon choso snd me bought waaay to much booze."

Someone was very drunk already.

You take a look at the glass you just filled up to the top and then read Nobara's text again. You shrug and do as you were told, putting the half-empty bottle back into the cabinet. Why waste your own alcohol when you seemingly have no other choice than going out to that house party with Nobara and getting drunk there anyway. Like Yuji said: They bought way too much booze and you should be a good friend and help them out.

Y/N: "Dw babe your fav girls are on their way." you texted Yuji back.

There's a knock at the door just as you're putting on your mascara. You flinch and almost poke yourself in the eye with the brush. Hell, usually you're not so easily startled. Seems like you're afraid of who you might bump into tonight.

"How are you still not ready y/n?"

A tiny woman with auburn hair and a skimpy little blue dress and color-coordinated heels storms in and examines you from head to toe.

"You just texted me five minutes ago and I read that text probably one minute ago." you remark in a calm voice. Nobara huffs and disappears into Maki's and your shared bedroom. Speaking of Maki you remember that you have not really an idea where your roommate is right now - hopefully already taking shots with Yuta and Toge.

You look into the big mirror right next to the door with parted lips and smudge the mascara along your lower lash line, then you draw an eyeliner and finally brush through your brows. Just as you were about to apply some lipgloss you can make out Nobara from the corner of your eyes. She pulled your favorite dress out for you and now stands behind you as she presents it with a big grin on her lips.

"This will make him want to die. I want him to want to die." she says in anticipation.

The black halter neck dress in her hands reaches just above your ass. It is so tight that it hugs your curves perfectly and it has a drop-shaped cut-out in the area of your cleavage. From behind it is completely backless and it has long, tight arm warmers, which only left your shoulders bare, to go with it.

You roll your eyes and yank the dress from her hands, slipping out of your shorts and the oversized hoodie in front of her. You don't care that you're only wearing panties - it's just Nobara. Your best friend. You put on the dress and turn back to the mirror. Hearing Nobara pour herself a glass of wine you decide to slick back your hair with a black stretch-comb hairband. Finally looking at yourself with a satisfied expression you slip into your heels and grab your little purse from the coffee table.

"Hurry up now." you tease and put on your big silver hoops. You look like the perfect mix of slutty and utterly seductive - just the way you love it. You send Nobara a smirk and she downs the glass of wine, grabbing her phone and keys from the table where she put them earlier. "Let's go then." She sounds just so excited and it really makes you wonder how the night is going to turn out.

*** You could hear loud music blaring and people shouting through the closed front door of Yuji’s and Choso's shared flat. You frantically fix your outfit and notice how sweaty your hands are - seems like you really are nervous. Nobara turns to you and gives you an encouraging look which you return with a pained smile. You wipe your hands on the velvet fabric of your dress before Nobara takes your hand in hers and squeezes it gently.

"Here we go." she sighs when suddenly the door flies open and a seemingly drunk Yuji tumbles towards you two.

"Hey! Wow look at you guys. What a sight for sore eyes." he slurs with excitement in his eyes and waves you in while looking you both up and down. As his gaze lingers a second too long Nobara pushes past him and pinches his ear.

"Shut up you weirdo." she says and glares at him.

"Ouch- What the fuck Nobara I literally just said that you two look pretty." Yuji defends himself and rubs his ear.

You laugh at the two who continue to bicker with each other.

"Thanks Yuji." You say sweetly and the pink-haired boy pulls you into a big hug.

"How are you huh?" he asks, looking down at you. His voice still sounds quite drunk but now a little bit more concerned.

You dodge his question and look around the apartment instead. The air is heavy and heaves with the smell of booze, weed and cigarette smoke. Music blasts from several speakers and you feel the bass pounding hard in your chest. There really are a lot of people in here, quite a lot of your friends and also many people you don’t know. Most people seem to be college students like yourself but there were a few older guys standing around a table and taking shots. Probably some of Gojo’s friends, he somehow always sneaked himself into Itadori’s and Choso’s parties. Speaking of him - you spotted him with a bottle of Tequila in hand with Geto close behind him. Geto waved at you from afar, you smiled at him and sent him a heart that you formed with your index and middle fingers. Doing this gesture you remembered your little accident from earlier and notice that the burnt skin on your finger still stung.

"Guess the guest situation has gotten a little bit out of hand." Yuji says, as if he has read your mind.

"Mhm," you answer "hey Yuji do you have a band-aid or something?" You turn to him and he looks at you a little confused.

"Uhhh 'course" he says and motions for you to follow him. He leads you to the small bathroom near the front door and closes the door behind you two.

Yuji rummages in a small cabinet under the bathroom mirror and finally takes something out of it. You wordlessly hold your finger out to him and he just as silently removes the protective tape and sticks the band-aid over the injured spot on your knuckle.

"All done." he mutters and squeezes your hand, just like Nobara did before. You smile at him.

"Y/N are you - I mean how are you-" he struggles to find the right words.

"You seem to be sobering up quite a bit, let’s do something about that." you’re cutting him off and take his hand, leading him out of the door and towards the kitchen. Coming out of the small bathroom you don’t really pay attention to the people around you or how you might look holding hands with one of your closest friends. Honestly, you don’t care.

Entering the kitchen you can see Maki, Yuta and Toge chatting and signing by the kitchen counter. Your roommate is sitting on the counter, Toge and Yuta to the left and right of her. Nobara and you really showed up here a few hours late, everyone was already either drunk or high on other substances. You greet them excitedly and walk over to them.

"Honestly? I didn't expect you to show up here. I'm so glad to see you not in your pajamas for once!" Maki yelled in excitement, throwing her arms around your neck. She smelled of booze and cigarettes. Toge poured two shots for you and Yuji and put them in front of you.

"Ya’ need to catch up." Yuta states and motions for you to take the shot. Yuji has his hand on your lower back as the two of you look at each other, grinning and downing the vodka shot simultaneously. You grimace and chat with your friends for a moment, not noticing that Yuji has left your side. Toge also disappeared for as second and came back shortly after with rolling papers and a grinder in his hands. You take it as a sign and excuse yourself to leave the kitchen.

You look around the apartment again and see Choso sitting on the couch not far away with both arms wrapped around two different girls, holding a blunt in his right hand. Nobara was deep in conversation with some guy you have never seen before, standing near the roof terrace door and drinking from a red plastic cup. She threw her head back exaggeratedly, laughing at something he said. You grin and turn back around where you spot Yuji who hands you a cup as well. Vodka soda - he knew your drinking habits.

"Thank you babe." you wink at him and he blushes, looking away for a brief moment. He shuffles a bit and looks down at you.

"Y/N he might be here somewhere I don’t know if you w-" he stutters.

"Yuji I really don’t fucking care where he is or what he does." you snap at him and roll your eyes, immediately regretting your tone. "We are not together anymore." you add quietly. Yuji nods.

Not only was that a lie - you did care a lot. But also Yuji had nothing to do with all of this, it was not his fault and you shouldn’t treat him like that. All he ever did was being kind to you and taking care of you, like the good friend he was.

You can still remember that one time he picked you up off the floor as you sat in front of the locked door of Megumi's dorm room, a few days before you two broke up. You were sure he was inside his room fucking someone else. You cried and screamed as you pounded against Yuji's back, but he carried you back to your room and put you to bed while him and Maki made sure you wouldn’t leave again or hurt yourself out of desperation.

Another time, right after you and Megumi broke up, he found you stumbling around campus at two in the morning. It was raining heavily and you were completely soaked, a bottle of Tequila in your right hand and both of your high heels in the other. A group of guys were already following you for a while and god knows what would’ve happened if he did not see you out there by coincidence. He took you home with him, let you take a shower and sleep in his bed while he spend the night on the couch.

He really cared about you.

You chug the drink in your hand and shove the cup back into Yuji’s hands before making your way over to the couch. You couldn't stand this conversation right now. Choso was still sitting there slumped over with barely open, dark red eyes. The girl to his left had already disappeared but the other one kissed his neck, leaving lipstick stains on his pale skin. Her hand rested on his thigh, slowly moving upwards towards his crotch. You snatch the joint from his hand and take a deep drag while you drop down on the opposite end of the couch and cross your legs.

"Y/N!" a deep voice slurs out your name, his tired eyes suddenly beaming when he sees you. The girl flinches at his reaction and turns around, looking at you in irritation, her eyes then widen for some reason. She frowns and looks back at Choso, but his attention was already on you only. The girl mumbles something inaudible, stands up and adjusts her tiny skirt before disappearing towards the roof terrace.

"I was hoping you'd show up eventually." Choso grins at you as you take another deep drag from his blunt when suddenly he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him - the fast movement, the alcohol and the drugs, that slowly but steady went to your head, making you feel dizzy.

"Easy," you say giggling "guess you really missed me, huh?" You look up at him with a smirk on your lips. The weed had already wrapped you in thick layers of cotton and everything felt so much slower and fuzzier. Choso had his dark hair wrapped into two messy buns, like he always did. His dark eyes watched your every movement. He looked so handsome, completely smoked out and spread out with his arms around you.

"Well, look at yourself." He took the joint from you and put it between his soft lips, smoking a bit. You watched him taking a deep drag and french-inhaling it immediately after. That view really did something to you and as he lowered his mouth right to your ear it sent shivers down your spine.

"How could I not look forward to seeing you," he breathed into your ear, his lips practically on your skin "I want to eat you up right here and now." his voice was so raspy from all the smoking and it made you swallow, hard. You look into his pitch-black eyes and then down at his lips before catching yourself and meeting his gaze again. You laugh and shake your head, leaning back and throwing your legs over his lap before stealing the blunt from his hands.

"Oh, I'm not stopping you from anything." You take another hit and give it back to him. He takes the joint and puts it out without taking his eyes off of you. All of a sudden you feel Choso’s lips on your neck, sucking on your soft skin while his left hand caresses your thigh, slipping under the hem of your dress and slowly moving upwards.

You can feel the blood rushing through your body. Your face feels so hot while your head is still all dizzy from smoking. It sure was good stuff, you did not even need much of it. Choso’s lips wander up your neck and you can feel your pulse hammering against your skin. He is kissing and sucking his way up to your jaw, before grabbing it kinda rough and turning your face towards him.

"Choso-" you pant, biting your lip. Your arms were already wrapped around his neck and just as you were about to close the distance between your mouths, longing to finally kiss him, you perceived something out of the corner of your eye. Lost in thought, your gaze wanders over to the open door of the roof terrace.

And your heart stopped.

There he was. He stood in the doorway. A tall, slender, shadowy figure. Jet-black hair that fell into his face. Choso, hand still on your chin, did not even realize what was happening right now.

Megumi’s blank stare and his hands that were already clenched into fists triggered your fight-or-flight reflex. Deep down you already knew what was about to happen and suddenly you were completely sober.

Your pulse rises and your blood freezes as you meet his gaze and see him move towards the two of you with lightning speed.

"Megumi!" you hear Yuji shout as he suddenly pushes himself between you and Choso. He shoves you aside and you stumble backwards into Maki's arms, who is now right behind you. Yuta and Toge were both standing not far away from you while more and more people gathered around the scene that was about to unfold.

"Yuji get the fuck away from me." Megumi growls, his deep voice filled with anger. He pushes Yuji away from him, Yuji loses his balance and falls over the back of the couch. As quickly as you can you rush over to him and try to get him up, while your heart is hammering so fast that it threatens to jump out of your chest.

Megumi grabs Choso by the shoulders and pulls him towards him before smashing his fist into his face at full force. Choso goes straight to the ground, but Megumi grabs him by the collar and straightens him up so that he is standing upright in front of him again. His fist lands in his face a second time and Choso goes down for good, this time Megumi follows and hovers over him while slamming his fists into Choso’s head over and over again.

You can hear people screaming around you while you’re just frozen in place. You knew he would react that way. When you saw his stare earlier, you knew what was going to happen. That's how it always went down. He always reacted like this. You knew his facial expressions, his body language.

Even if he had decided to leave, you still belonged to him. You were his.

***

"Megumi stop, you're hurting me." you coughed, trembling. He pressed you into the mattress of your bed and held you in place with his body weight. Tears streamed down your cheek while Megumi's hands closed around your neck, squeezing tight. Your throat ached and you tried to swallow to relieve the pain, which only made you choke on your own spit. You tried to fight your way free, your hands clawing at his, but it was useless. He was just too strong and your fighting only made him tighten his grip even more. Just when your eyes slowly rolled to the back of your head and you were about to lose consciousness you finally felt the pressure on your neck ease. You frantically gasped for air and couldn't stop sobbing while your boyfriend soothingly caressed your cheek.

"You're so pathetic Y/N." you heard him whisper, his voice sounded so vile and so calm at the same time. You were still crying and your whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Now look at you. You think you can replace me, don't you? You think you can just get rid of me. You think you can just decide that on your own and not deal with the consequences." Megumi’s voice sounded so calm that it was just downright creepy. He was totally out of his mind. "So fucking pathetic." he degraded you again.

How had he even gotten in here? You texted him that morning that it was all getting too much for you. His behavior towards you, his impulsiveness and his aggressiveness that not only you had to endure, but everyone else around him. You did not get an answer from him and your lecture that day had dragged on endlessly. After class you went straight to the gym and you were so exhausted and tired when you arrived home that you just threw your things in the corner and immediately jumped in the shower. Your hair was loosely wrapped into a towel and you were only wearing a pair of panties as you entered the bedroom. Being so worn out you didn't even notice the shadowy figure standing in the corner next to your closet.

Just as you were about to lie down on your bed, someone wrapped his arms around your waist and put his hand over your mouth. Adrenaline shot through your veins and you tried to scream, desperately trying to wriggle out of the tight grip, but you were overpowered and pushed onto the bed. As the dark figure turned you towards him you suddenly found yourself staring at your boyfriend's face. He had pulled the hood of his sweater deep into his face and his black hair hid some of his features, but it was definitely him.

"You are such a goddamn fucking slut, Y/N. Who were you with, huh?" he spat at you and you still couldn’t stop crying. Your throat hurt so much, it had to be all bruised up by now.

"M-Megs I 'was n-nn-nowhere I promise I just went to the gym after m-" you sobbed. Your cheeks were red and burning hot, your heart was beating so fast. You just wanted to get out of this situation, put some clothes on and just go to sleep. You needed to wake up from this nightmare but he wouldn’t let you.

"I don’t believe you." he said in a calm voice. His left hand was still loosely wrapped around your neck and he used the other one to support himself. "You’re lying to me."

You were exposed, almost completely naked and scared to the bone. "M-Megumi p-please I am not lying to you I prom-" you whispered but your sobs swallowed the words that tried to come out of your mouth.

The black-haired man hovered over your stiff body, the hand that was just gripping your throat slowly moved down, caressing your collarbone and breasts while long, slender fingers circled your nipples. You gasp but his hands already moved over to your waist and down to your hips. His fingers hooked into your panties, trying to pull them down before he paused for a second. You tried to catch your breath . "P-Please 'Gumi I am sorry for that text I promise I-" you cry and close your eyes.

"Take them off." Megumi ordered and you opened your eyes to look at him. Silently crying you shook your head, barely visible, while your gaze never left his. He lowered his head down to your ear and opened his mouth slightly.

"That wasn't a request." he cooed and pulled back for a moment. He grabbed your panties with both hands and almost ripped them while pulling them down and throwing them to the side. You flinched, now completely exposed, crying and trembling. Your whole body was shaking with fear and yet - there still was something else.

Megumi pulled the black hoodie he was wearing over his head and carelessly threw it into the corner of your room. You were just lying there watching him admire your naked body. His eyes lit up before he leaned down to you again and started kissing your neck, softly humming against your skin. Your thighs clenched at him sucking and biting on your neck and his hands all over your body made you slick with arousal. Your heart pounded against your chest and you closed your eyes for a moment, a small moan escaping your lips.

"You really have enough of me, don’t you?" his deep voice teased you while his fingers were circling and pinching your nipples. You squirm under his touch and look up at him, your still wet hair already soaked your mattress. The cold, wet fabric made you shiver and your nipples got even harder. "You want me to stop, huh? You don’t want this?" he asked, not waiting for his question to get answered. He smirked at your body's reaction to him and leaned back for a moment. You arched your back to try to close the distance between you and him, longing to feel his warmth and his hands on your skin again.

"So fucking needy," he groaned "You love being such a good little slut for me." When everything he did was degrade you all the time, you soaked up every little word of praise you could get out of him. So you nodded eagerly at his statement and blinked at him through tear-soaked eyelashes. "I-I will do anything you w-want me to," you whisper "I’m yours." you add, almost too quiet to hear.

Not even five minutes ago you were scared to death while he stared down at you, squeezing your throat so tight that you were certain he was going to kill you. And now your head was blank. You should be scared, trying to get out of this situation, but instead you hoped he wouldn't ever stop doing what he was doing

You gasped audibly when all of a sudden you felt his hands roughly spreading your legs apart and his long fingers pressing into your wet cunt. "Fuck- Megumi don’t stop- please-" you moan while two long digits kept pumping in and out of you. You closed your eyes and threw your head back in pleasure, loud moans begging him to keep going.

"Look at me." his growled command snapped you back to reality and you do as you’re told. Steel blue eyes met yours, his gaze full of lust and adoration. His thumb circling your clit made you cry out in pleasure and finally Megumi crashed his lips onto yours, closing the distance between your bodies.

Your pussy started clenching around his fingers, his thumb still drawing harsh circles on your clit. He licked his lips as he watched you pant and play with your nipples. "Fuck, please 'Gumi please-" you moan, his fingers fucking into you just right, stretching your walls open and hitting all the good spots.

"'Please' what?" he groaned, completely indulging in your pleasure. You heard the clink of Megumi’s belt meeting the floor as he took his pants of hastily, already in anticipation of what you’re begging him for. He leaned down to you, his eyes fixated on yours.

"Please fuck me already." you moaned with a devilish smile on your lips and with that Megumi lost it. Pulling his fingers out of your pussy and leaving your dripping hole clenching around nothing he grabbed your hips. "Turn around" he growled before already manhandling you himself, bringing you to your hands and knees and pulling your ass up to meet his crotch. You could feel his hard cock bulging through his briefs, your sopping pussy dampening the fabric. He got rid of his underwear with a quick hand motion and his dick sprung free, slapping hard against your bare ass. You wiggled a bit as he tried to position himself at your entry, causing him to groan in annoyance.

"Fucking hold still." he spat, grabbing your still wet hair and roughly pushing your head into the mattress. Your scalp hurt while he held your hair in his fist and pulled it, the other hand tried to push the leaking tip of his dick into your clenching hole. As soon as he brought himself into position he rested his hand on your lower back, falling forward a bit and bottoming out with a rough slam of his hips against your ass. He did not even wait for one second before he started grinding into you at a harsh pace.

You wanted to scream but instead you could only let out a muffled moan, your face still pressed into the mattress. "Oh," you whimper "Fuck, Megs - feels so good." you cry, tears forming in your eyes. Your scalp felt like it was on fire as Megumi pulled you up to him by your hair, your back meeting his chest. He then let go of you and wrapped one arm around your waist, his other hand rested on your hip.

Megumi pounded into you relentlessly while your thighs started shaking and the moans that escaped your lips became louder and louder. You were practically screaming. "Shit I- Fuck, ’s too much- so big-" you brabble, eyes closed while he breathed into your ear, groaning with every deep thrust. The hand that rested on your hips moved down to your wet heat. Your pussy started fluttering around his dick as his thumb met your clit once again, rubbing frantically, making you cry out in ecstasy.

"Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight- look at you taking this dick so good, baby," he praised, his rough pace made Megumi pant out the words, he tried to catch his breath but he only got lost in his own moans. "Fuck- such a good girl for me. Such a fucking dirty little whore." His words alone were almost enough to bring you over the edge.

"P-Please, I’m gonna-" you whimpered and closed your eyes because it just was all too much. His thick cock pounded into you at such a deliciously fast pace it made you lose your mind. You felt your orgasm approach when suddenly Megumi pushed you away from him, your face meeting the mattress again. He slapped your ass so hard you were sure it would leave a mark. You cried out as both of his big hands grabbed your hips and he completely bottomed out a few times, slamming his cock deep into your trembling cunt. "Shit- I’m gonna- gonna- fuck," your loud moans filled the room and as his thrusts became sloppier you came, pussy creaming around his dick, a white ring forming at his shaft.

"Fuck, Baby, keep squeezing me so tight." Megumi groaned, your fluttering cunt clenching around his girth. As his hips started shaking you felt him getting sloppier with each thrust. You looked back at him over your shoulder and heard a deep moan before you sent him over the edge and he came inside of you.

He breathed hard and paused for a brief moment before he pulled out and let himself crash onto your body. With you now laying on your back he crawled up to you and layed his head down on your chest, still trying to catch his breath. You pulled his body towards you and stroked his back soothingly, brushing through his hair with your other hand.

"I love you," you whispered quietly "I love you." Megumi still didn’t say a word as he raised his head to look up at your face. Your eyes met and he leaned in to pull you into a deep kiss that made you gasp for air once again. When your lips finally parted, your eyes met again and you felt like an addict. What did he do to you?

"Don’t ever try leaving me again," he said. His gaze was completely cold, you had no chance of interpreting it. "I love you." he adds quietly.

"I am only yours." you whispered in a shaky voice, stroking his cheek. You finally felt every muscle in his body relax and he laid his head back on your chest.

"Only mine." he repeats quietly and you continued stroking his cheek, soothing him by drawing circles on his back with your other hand and already thinking about excuses to tell your friends about the bruises on your neck.

After all this time, you were able to convince your head, but your body was still shaking. You were utterly terrified and so addicted to him that you were unable to get yourself out of this.

***

You snap back to reality when suddenly someone attacked Megumi from behind and pulled him off of Choso, slamming him to the ground, hard.

You can spot pink hair and realize that it is Yuji.

"You fucking son of a bitch," Megumi panted, voice filled with rage "I saw you two coming out of that bathroom earlier, fucking get away from me." he spat and freed himself, throwing yet another punch at his best friends jaw.

Yuji dodged his punch and pressed his arm to Megumi's throat to hold him still. He didn't answer him but his look was so full of anger and disappointment. They were best friends for so long and Yuji would never even think of making a move on you.

You looked over at the two of them, Maki was at your side again holding you close. Nobara was also standing next to you and out of the corner of your eye you saw Gojo and Geto hurrying over. Geto grabbed Yuji and pulled him off of Megumi, while Gojo pulled Megumi back to his feet and threw him towards the glass door.

"What the hell man, what the actual fuck’s wrong with you?" the white haired man spat at him "Get the fuck out of here." he growled and shoved Megumi outside, following him shortly after. You’ve never seen Gojo this angry.

Tears welled up in your eyes.

"Is everything okay, man?" you heard Geto ask Yuji.

"Yeah I’m fine." he replied through clenched teeth.

Your vision became blurry while Nobara tried to soothe you by stroking your back. Maki held you tight in her arms.

You give Yuji an apologetic look, but he looks past you, over to Maki. You feel her nod and hold you even tighter.

"Let's go home, Y/N." she says softly, and you realize what's going on.

"Let go of me." you say, stopping as she tries to move you towards the door.

"Listen, this is not a good idea. Let's just go home." Maki responds firmly.

Nobara looks from you over to Maki and back to you. Yuta and Toge exchange glances with each other as well, and you suddenly realize how often your friends must have had conversations about you when you weren't around.

"I have to-" you mumble, unsure what to say next. "I-I…get the hell off me, Maki" you say, now very upset, and tear yourself free of her grip.

The people around you had already dispersed. Yuji and Geto were taking care of Choso and the party was in full swing again, as if nothing ever happened. Thankfully, no one was interested in you anymore but between you and your friends, the world seemed to have stopped. You looked from Yuji to Nobara and Maki, then over to Toge and Yuta. Your look was full of guilt and also full of shame. You wanted to say so much and instead you just turn around and walk away from your friends, towards the roof terrace. You‘re shaking while tears streamed down your face.

You had to make sure Megumi was okay.

**important note ** honestly, this is my very first piece of writing I ever published on some kind of platform. I always LOVED reading fics and all kinds of writing on here and all of you guys are just so talented. I have a habit of talking myself down and making myself small so want to try and keep it to a minimum. You have literally no idea how much I already wrote and deleted in a fit of hating myself so I hope you like this. English is not my native language and I KNOW I really have to improve in quality and grammar and overall use prettier words but I am trying and I hope I can improve my writing rather fast. I would love your feedback and maybe some advice if u have any. What really made me pull my shit together is some post I saw on here about how writing is supposed to be fun and that it doesn't matter if its good or bad and that Tumblr really just is a place to express yourself and yeah I really liked that so now you had to endure this I am deeply sorry

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hi hi hi hi!!! i loved the eddie munson story abt the reader cutting his bangs, if i could request the reader getting eddie tickets to a metallica concert as a graduation gift! i love how you write eddie sm!! thank you!! 💟💟

so i changed it a little bit, so the tickets are not a graduation gift, sorry but i had to go with what my brain was giving me haha <3 hope you still like it

warnings: mention of alcohol and drugs. smoking. "peer pressure" from randos but not really. skipping school. teenage crushes and awkwardness

'What do you mean, you can't go?' You looked blankly at your friend, who had just shattered all your plans with one devastating sentence. How could she have kept this from you for so long? You had been planning this for weeks- months– and now she came to you, mere days before the big night, telling you that it was for nothing.

'I'm sorry!' she sighed, 'but I completely forgot my cousin is getting married and I can't just–'

'Yes, you can just. Who cares about some third cousin twice removed who you've literally only seen at your other cousins' weddings? This is Metallica we're talking about. Metallica!' You somehow managed to get your hands on two front-row tickets for the concert in Indianapolis. The second school was out this Friday, and you and your friend planned to catch the train to the city and have the best night of your lives in the moshpit.

Your friend didn't answer. Just looked at you with deep regret. There was nothing either of you could do anymore. She handed you her ticket, which you gripped tightly in your fist, almost in disgust.

'Well, what the hell am I supposed to do now? There is no way I can go on my own.' You leaned against the wall, also thinking about how expensive the tickets had been. Your friend couldn't look you in the eye, also being very well aware at what price the ticket had come, but once her gaze fell on something in the distance, her mood suddenly refreshed.

'I might know a solution.'

'Please, do tell,' you rolled your eyes, following the direction of what she was looking at. What this had been was the back of the parking lot, where smoke was coming out of a large old van. 'No. Absolutely no way.'

'C'mon. This is your chance.' She poked you in the arm, grinning devilishly.

'I can't. What if he says no? I can't handle that embarrassment.'

'I'm sorry,' your friend scoffed, highly amused, 'The day that Eddie Munson refuses Metallica tickets is the day that hell freezes over. Go.' She pushed you this time to get your legs to move. With a flip of the middle finger, you made your way across the parking lot, your heart thub-thub-thumping against your ribcage.

The possible words you could open the conversation with were whirling through your brain as you tried to push all your feelings aside. Your teeny-tiny crush on Eddie was most likely obvious to everyone, which was highly embarrassing considering the two of you barely ever spoke, besides some mild interactions when your friend groups merged together between classes. And yet, you felt a very big amount of childish giddiness while making your way over to him.

The backdoors of Eddie's van were wide open, revealing the one and only lying down, his legs hanging out of the car, just barely reaching the ground, as he smoked a cigarette lazily. The smoke swooped around in swirls and filled the entire car up in a grey haze.

'Hey, uhm, E-Eddie,' you cursed yourself for how weak your voice sounded, but Eddie quickly got up and pushed his nearly burned-up cigarette into the carpeting off his van. It went off with a sizzle, and a new round scorch mark showed up beside him, matching the dozens of other little burned circles around it.

'Hey, hi.' he smiled as you stood in front of him, words escaping you. No matter how long you had taken to practice, all attempts are coherence failed you when you saw him. His eyes were just so big and brown, sparkling in the warm spring sun; his hair, a bit messy, looked so soft as he brushed his hand through it. You just wanted to follow your fingers along with his. Gods. This was embarrassing.

'I uhh– I was wondering…' you could do it. You already had the ticket in your back pocket. Worst to come, you could just throw it at him and run away. You took a deep breath. 'Are you going to the Metallica concert on Friday?'

'Jesus, please don't talk to me about it.' He fainted back into the van. 'It's too painful.'

'Oh, alright,' you bit your lip, now very excited. 'I just thought… maybe you would like to go, but if you don't want me to talk about it–' you started slowly to turn around, pretending to walk away as Eddie shot straight back up and jumped up to where you were standing. He reached for your arm to stop you from escaping him.

'Are you serious?' He was looking straight into your eyes, trying to decipher whether or not you were taking the piss. You just nodded, then revealed the ticket you had been holding back.

'It's yours if you want it.'

With a gentleness you had never seen before in him, he took the ticket and stared at it, full of awe and disbelief. Those big brown eyes then looked at you again, small smile wrinkles at the corners as he grinned wider than ever before, and before you knew it, he had you up from the ground in a bone-crushing hug, spinning you around in his arms.

'Thank you.' His voice was higher than usual, and you could almost think he would start crying any second now.

'It's a pleasure.' You shrugged; after all, someone had to take the ticket, and you needed to pretend like you weren't freaking out as much as he was just by the fact you were talking to him, and he had just hugged you so tightly you could still feel it on you.

'No, seriously, this is–' he was lost for words, 'what do you want for them?'

'It's all yours… just maybe… well, a ride to the concert would be nice.'

'Don't even question it. I'll pick you up bright and early.'

'We have class,' you tried to explain, but his bewildered expression had recomposed in his own little mischievous smirk.

'We gotta be there on time if we want to be so close we can smell their fucking sweat stains.' he saw your disgusted face when and laughed, 'I'm sorry, but I'll take Kirk Hammett's sweaty armpit over O'Donnell's class any day.' He had a point there.

So, when Friday came, you got ready in your concert outfit, packed your schoolbag with road trip snacks and ran out of the house before your parents could ask any questions. Eddie waited in his van at the end of the road, just as excited as you were. Far from it, this wasn't his first time playing hooky, yet he jumped up and down in his seat. For you, all of this was quite new, so your heart was beating a million miles per minute.

So much was happening suddenly. You were 1) skipping school, 2) with Eddie Munson, 3) and you were driving to Indianapolis, 4) to see Metallica. Life could not get crazier than this.

The entire drive there, you spend listening to the cassettes Eddie had stored in his glove compartment while eating the snacks you had prepared and laughing about whatever in life felt to be funny enough. It didn't feel like you were driving down a familiar road. But, with Eddie behind the wheel, at your side, it felt like a real adventure. You chatted about anything and everything, getting to know each other a bit better, and with every single little new thing you found out about Eddie, you felt yourself falling a little more.

Once at the arena where the concert would be held, you could see plenty of cars and people who had the same idea as you to get ahead of the even bigger crowd which would accumulate over the day. Lines outside each exit and the last-minute ticket booths spread yards around. It was not even noon yet, and the sun shined brightly, forecasting a heat that would make the waiting that much more unbearable.

By the time the doors opened, everyone was tired. Half a day sitting in line would do that for the morale, no matter how enjoyable the company around you is. And not just Eddie. Everyone near you was extremely nice, all sharing that same enthusiasm to see their favourite band.

Fortunately, the fatigue from the waiting subsided, and energy levels reverted back to the max as the seats of the arena filled up and the area in front of the stage became surrounded by fans. It was, surprisingly, not as tight as you had imagined. You had already worked yourself up by the idea of having to squeeze yourself against Eddie's chest when no moving space would be available because of all the people around you. But no, for now, it was spacious, and you felt like you had enough air to breathe. Of course, that would soon change once the band would start playing, and everyone would bulldoze their way toward them.

'Oh, shit. Sorry,' Eddie smiled an apology when someone pushed into him, making him bump into you.

'It's fine.' You tried to play it cool like you had been most of the day. But it was hard with the way he was looking at you, with those big brown eyes, and now that he was standing so close to you. He had placed his hands on your arms, keeping you next to him, as men larger than both of you tried to pass. They had been holding drinks, clearly on the lookout for some friends nearby. His rings pressed into your skin.

'You, uh– you sure?' He cleared his throat, letting go of you. A moment shared that fleeted by just as quickly as it had arrived, but left your head spinning.

And then the show started, and it was all one big blur. You had been to parties, gotten drunk before many a time, smoked some stuff as well, and yet this was the biggest high you had ever had been on. You jumped and screamed along to all the songs, unable to take your eyes off the band members moving along the stage (you could have sworn James made direct eye contact with you at some point!!). It was all becoming one big blur of emotions. And evidently, Eddie was feeling the same way. He sang along just as loudly, maybe even louder than you. He was one of the first people to pull out his zippo to wave the flame along, creating a sea of light that transcended the songs and their emotions.

At one moment, you looked up at him. He had been too focused on what was happening on the stage, but the smile on his face was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen—pure joy.

You didn't want any of it to end, ever, but unfortunate, all good things must. Much sooner than either of you had wanted to, you were being ushered out along with the masses to the exit and the midnight air hit you in the face. Drunk on emotions, Eddie was leaning on your shoulders, basically making you drag him behind you.

'That might have just been the best night of my life!' He screamed out into the void of the night. People looked up at him, but no one disagreed with that statement. You even heard some people cheer him on.

Eddie jogged up ahead of you and made you stop in your tracks. He placed his hands on your shoulders again, making sure you were looking deep into his eyes (as if you really needed to be told to do that) when he said his next words: 'Thank you. So much. For everything.'

'It's really nothing,' you smiled, and yeah, it wasn't that big of a deal. You had a ticket left, and he was pretty much the only other person in the entirety of Hawkins you knew who listened to Metallica. So, in all fairness, he was doing you a favour by coming with you. But you wouldn't say that. You enjoyed his touch way too much to ruin the moment he was creating.

'No really. I– I could kiss you right now.'

Ok.

'What?' His face ticked in confusion, just the smallest of ways.

'What?' you repeated, confused. Surely, you had not said that out loud.

You were both now just staring at each other, awkwardly, unsure of what to do. It was not how you had wanted any of this to go. Oh, it was just horrible, having to look at him after this. How could you have been so stupid, saying your dumb thoughts right out loud?

'What are you waiting for? Just kiss already!' A big and deep voice came from behind you. You turned around to see a man, one you had seen before, walking with his group of friends at the foot of the stage. 'I'm tired of this waiting. Kiss! Kiss!' He started a chant among his crowd of friends.

'No thank you!' Eddie shouted back, pulling you close to him and quickly leading you away from the people, ignoring the boos. Once far enough away, near the parking lot and the spot where Eddie had left his van, he leaned in to speak right into your ear. It was silly, since no one around would listen to it anyway, but he clearly felt the need for you to know that this was just between him and you.

'Sorry, sweetheart, I didn't feel like our first kiss should be because of peer pressure from a bunch of random drunks. Now, however–' He then placed one of his ringed fingers under your chin, leading it upward, for your mouth to meet his in a soft and quick kiss. Though it only lasted a mere moment, it had been enough to send sparks flying through your entire body, making you feel afloat. You hadn't even realised you had closed your eyes until you had to flutter them back open, and you were greeted with his smirk. 'C'mon, we still got a loong drive ahead of us.'

the end

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xmalereader · 2 years

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Eddie Munson X Professor Male Reader || FINAL || NSFW

|| Masterlist || ONE || TWO ||

Authors Note: Im finally done!! Here is the final part of this series, I technically had it down for awhile but was in the process of moving and didn’t have time to update, but here is the end of this series. I hope you all enjoyed it, any grammar errors are my errors!

Summary: Eddie survives the upside down and Vecna is no more. After turning back to Hawkins, the town continues to hate him and decided to leave town and find his way to college, giving himself a new future and another chance at life. He just didn’t expect himself roll around in his Professor bedsheets.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, NSFW, Eddie and reader are in their 20s, age gap, Professor reader, student eddie, 90’s, Dustin is sarcastic, mentions of the upside down, anxiety, panic attacks, kissing, dating, mentions of failure, eddie has fears, reader is a sweetheart, good boy kink, secret relationship, teasing, sexual tension, slow burn, self-esteem issues, trauma.

Word count: 5.1k

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It was his first time waking up next to someone. Eddie had grown used to waking up alone in a small room or to the sound of his uncles music but this felt different. When he first woke up he hears the sound of laughing downstairs and then the sound of soft breathing. When he turns around to face the older man lying next to him he can’t help, but feel surprised that Y/n remained in the same spot. He was still asleep, hair messy and flat and with the covers reaching his shoulders. His fingers brushed against Eddie’s exposed skin, his shirt rising as he shifts in position.

Eddie slowly shifts out of his hold, sitting up in bed as he takes in the silence in their room before getting up. He moves around quietly and gets changed into some clean clothes, pushing his bag back inside the closet as the sudden events from last night came crashing down on him. He feels his entire body heat up, flustered as he collects himself and quickly leaves the room. After last nights events he didn’t know what do to, knowing that both he and Y/n will have to talk later about everything. Eddie was always nervous when it came towards serious situations, like the upside down.

The first time Dustin told him about the upside down, the killings, Eleven, Will—it was all very overwhelming for him. He didn’t think that another world could exist to the point where he had to get himself involved, he didn’t want any of that but, he had to help the others into stopping Vecna from coming into their world and destroying it. Eddie got lucky during his plan of distraction, he could have ended up dead if he didn’t listen to Dustin. Yet, here he is. Thinking that facing the upside down was the scariest thing when in reality it’s facing Y/n that scares him the most.

After he’s changed and left the room he makes his way downstairs to see the others. “Hey Eddie! Ready for the camp today?” Dustin calls out with a large grin. Shit. Eddie totally forgot about their camping trip being today, they are to do last minute check ups before leaving to their camping site. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Eddie mumbled out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as Dustin giggles and turns to let the others know.

They were to be leaving after breakfast, eating a good meal before packing up the vans and heading out to their camping site. Eddie was helping around in the garage, putting their things in the trunk of the van. He makes sure that it’s all organized so that everyone can still fit inside without feeling too crowded.

“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Smarty pants.” Eddie hears Steve say as he looks over his shoulder to see Y/n standing near the entrance, arms crossed as he leans against the door frame, smirking at them. “I am smart—which is why I’m a professor.” He pushed himself off the door frame and steps into the garage, approaching Steve and flicking him on the head causing him to wince and protest. “What the hell?”

Y/n ignored him and sighs. “I guess you all leave today, want to make sure your set up before anyone takes any good spots?” He questions. “Well, when you have a van load of brats—“ he points over. “You kind of have to head there early.” He groans out, dreading the idea of the teens fighting and arguing all the way to their camp site.

Y/n chuckles. “I think you’ll be fine, the kids like you.” He’s seen the way the teens are around Steve, treating him like family but also as a parent. Steve was always running around shouting and screaming for them not do something dangerous or for them to stop arguing. It brought a smile to his face, watching Steve acting like a parent.

“Why don’t you come?” Steve suddenly asks, his question startling him a little as he clears his throat in surprise. “I don’t think the others would want me there—rarely speak to them and I mainly stay indoors.” He tells Steve, patting his shoulder. “You can all enjoy your week, I’ll be fine on my own. I asked your parents to let me stay in this town because I needed time away from the city and from the university.” Y/n didn’t want to ruin their camping trip by coming uninvited, he didn’t want to make the others uncomfortable.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, time away from work so—come with us.” He invites again, gibing his shoulder a soft nudge before grinning softly. “Don’t think I don’t know your secret.” He whispers out, startling the other as his eyes widen before Steve winks and heads back to help with loading the van.

Y/n knew that Steve wouldn’t judge him for his taste in men. The two did talk sometimes and had small bonding moments, he’s told Steve about his attraction towards both genders? Expecting him to be disgusted and exposing his secret to the world but instead Steve told him that he was lucky to attract both genders when Steve couldn’t even get one.

The two were drunk and giggling all night, hiding upstairs on Steve’s room while the Harrington family held a party downstairs. Y/n avoided the parties, no matter how many times he was dragged to them he’d always hid from everyone.

“You alright?”

Y/n is pulled aqua from his thoughts when he hears Eddies soft voice next to him. He looks over to his left and a small smile spreads across his lips when his eyes land ok Eddie. “Im fine, just lost in thought.” Be shrugs his shoulders. “Sleep well?” He asks.

Eddies face goes red as he avoids eye contact. “S’fine.” He mumbled back, trying to focusing on finding another duffle bag or perhaps a tent that he can toss inside the van but the garage was nearly empty due to their work being done. Y/n chuckles, reaching out to brush his fingers against Eddie’s hair, the soft curls intertwining between his pointer finger and thumb.

“What do you think, sweetheart? Think you’ll survive the week without me?” Y/n teases, noticing Eddie’s eyes widen at the pet name, opening and closing his mouth. Not knowing what to say until Y/n steals a small kiss from his lips, away from prying eyes.

“Enjoy your camping trip.” He whispers, his fingers trailing down to graze against eddies hand before he heads back inside to get himself something to eat and continue on with his day. Eddie can only stand there in shock, his face hot and flustered.

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“So, you’re leaving in an hour? I expected you all to head out later in the afternoon.” Y/n asks, watching everyone running around as they answered frantically and quickly.

“Gotta get there soon!”

“Before anyone takes our spot.”

“We also don’t want to be in the hot sun all day and must leave early!”

Every teen says as they pass by him. The teens have grown used to Y/n’a presences and have actually spoken to him a few times. They expected him to be mean and strict but he was actually warm and caring, smooth and attractive. Lets just say that Steve got a little jealous by all the attention he was getting from ‘his’ kids.

“I thought you were coming?” Will is the one to ask, packing up the sandwiches and placing them inside a small cooler. Y/n shakes his head left and right. “Sorry kiddo, not today.” He ruffles wills hair, grinning as the young teen blushes softly, leaning in his touch a little as he smiles before pulling away. “I can help with packing if you’d like?” He offers, watching the tend nod frantically as he guides him to the dinning table where various foods lied in and just had to be packed away.

Y/n helped Will pack away the foods and made sure they stayed cool during their long trip. He’s focused on his task that he doesn’t notice Eddie staring ever once an a while every time he passes by the dinning room. He’s been watching the Professor all day, not wanting to miss a single sight once he’s out for the whole week. Eddie wished that Y/n could join them but the older man was too busy doing his own thing and would rather stay indoors. Besides, y/n didn’t look like the kind of person who enjoys camping, right?

Eddie stumbles back when Steve rushes inside with a wide smile on his face. He looks around and slims in a circle before his eyes land on the Professor. “Y/n!” He calls out, startling the young man as he looks over his shoulder with a raised brow. “Yes?”

“Turns out that we have an extra spot open, so your ass is coming to camp with us.” Steve says, earning an eye roll from the Professor. “And who exactly would I be sharing with? I doubt the kids would want me in their tents.”

Without hesitate Steve is quick to answer. “Well you can share with Eddie.” A sly grin on his face, one that Y/n knew far too well when they were both young and stupid.

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Y/n doesn't expect himself to say yes to the idea of camp, he doesn’t hate the idea of sharing a tent with Eddie he just didn’t know how Eddie would feel if they were share. They’ve already slept in the same bed and have shared many kisses, so their was no point in sugar coding the situation.

The entire group was able to make it to campsite without killing each other. The ride was full of chaos and grumbling due to the teens growing hungry or getting a full bladder which lead to multiple stops. Steve tried his best to get control of the chaos but had little to no success until Y/n stepped up, using his stern professor voice that Eddie knew too well. Y/n had forced Steve to the back seat while he took over driving, hushing the kids from causing any trouble as he drove them to the campsite. It was three hours away from town, entering a popular site that was full with families. Y/n was lucky enough to find them a good spot to claim before anyone else got to it.

After their time together in the car the group is separated into different areas, getting their tents set up and struggling a bit with the instructions awhile Eddie and Y/n stood a few feet away from the nearest tent in their group and worked on getting theirs set up.

“Do you know how to set up a tent?” Eddie questions him while watching him set out the tarp for the bottom so no rocks could jab into their backs. “Eddie, I know what i’m doing, do you?” Y/n shot back with a raised brow. He gives eddie a glance over his shoulder before continuing on with setting up the tent.

Eddie smiles a little as he helps with the other side. “You didn’t have to come.” He blurts out, wincing to himself at the rude statement. “Sorry, didn't mean it like that.”

“Its alright.” Y/n shrugs his shoulders. “Steve really wanted me to come and the kids grown onto me.” He confesses, coming to a stand as be adjusts the tent. “I feel like a professor all over when i’m around these kids, making me spit out instructions and becoming stern.” He laughs out, remembering the first year he taught. He wasn’t taken serious at first until he found a way to make sure that his students took him seriously. He ended up failing majority of them for not completing their assignments correctly, ending up with a line near his office full of angry teens. After that the school knew not to mess with their newest professor.

After spending some time at the university he’s grown used to the fact of him being the youngest and the most popular teacher on campus. Y/n ignored other professors comments towards him and just focused on his job.

“Do you like teaching or working at the university?” Eddie suddenly blurts out, tying down the tent and naming sure that is placed correctly before moving onto the next side of the tent. Y/n sighs softly, moving down to one knee as he ties down his end. “I do.” He responds.

“I didn’t always want to a teacher.” He confesses. “Before I became a teacher, I actually wanted do race cars.” He smiles softly at the thought of racing.

“Wait, wait—“ Eddie rounds the tent to stand in front of him with a shocked look on his face. “You? You wanted to race cars.” He asks the his professor who chuckled and comes to a stand, dusting the Dirt and dead grass from his pants. “Yes Eddie, I used to have other dreams.” He states as a matter of fact, stepping over to the entrance of the tent and pulling down the zipper.

“What stopped you from doing it?” Eddie steps inside the tent and helps clean out the Dirt and dust before they put their things inside and get things setup.

“My little brother was born,” Y/n states, cleaning up the messy tent and coughing a bit. “My brother came into the world and I focused on him a lot—my parents weren’t around much and were busy working in order to keep a roof over our heads and food in our mouths.” He sighs to himself. “My want for racing faded away through time and focused on studying for something that could help me. So, I became a teacher instead.”

Eddie gives him a glance, now knowing why his professor admires him. He told him last night that when he sees him he sees himself in Eddie, referring to their past together. Eddie struggled a lot as a kid with the idea of his parents fighting everyday to the point where he is abandoned on his uncles doorstep, forcing the man to raise a child that wasn’t even his.

Eddie thought that his life would continue to be shit, but his uncle raised him well. His uncle felt more like a father than an uncle and he loved him for that. Eddie did struggle a bit during his school years and soon took up the label of being the towns freak. He was considered an outcast in town, accused of murder and being hunted like an animal.

Eddie appreciated his uncles help when he forced him to leave town and start all over back in the city, giving himself a better education and a fresh new start—well, what was considered a new start. Eddie hadn’t made a single friend since he first started college, always trying to befriend anyone who would get along with him but they never lasted long. So, Eddie kept himself closed up and away from everyone.

He just didn’t expect himself to land with his professor during their summer break. He didn’t think that he would confess and have his feelings returned and accepted, kissing his Professor and spending the night with him. Now, here they both are on a camping trip and sharing a tent together.

“Your a teacher now but that shouldn’t stop you from trying. Consider is a hobby! I mean, I had a band back in high school and wanted to be famous and all but, things changed.” Eddie didn’t know why he was telling him this but it felt right, comfortable even.

“We all change.” Eddie adds.

With that, their small conversation ends as they help each other set up the final parts of their tent. Y/n works on the inside and making their space comfortable by setting ho the sleeping bags and the pillows and blankets they brought with them. He makes sure that everything is finished before stepping out of the tent and zipping it back up.

“Should we check on the others?” He asks as Eddie agrees to his idea. The two spend their time helping the teens set ho the tents, the heat of the sun shinning down on them, causing Y/n to put on a hat and some sunglasses while he helped the teens. The girls were a lot easier to deal with while the boys argued on the sleeping arrangements and who’s sleeping bag goes where, while the girls spoke softly and made quick choices and agreements on their own arrangements. After he’s done helping them set up the tent be offers to help with cooking lunch but Nancy declines, letting him know that she will be handling lunch.

Y/n decided not to argue and heads back to his tent to get some rest, upon unzipping the tent he steps Inside to see Eddie already lying on his sleeping bag with a notebook and pen in hand. Y/n frowns, “please don’t tell me that your doing some extra homework.” He groans out, zipping up the tent and kicking off his shoes, setting them aside.

Eddie chuckles. “Im not doing that—no way in hell am I going to spend this week doing homework.” He closed the notebook and placed it back inside his bag. “Just some journaling that’s all.” He shrugs his shoulders, not seeing it as a big deal as Y/n hums to himself before crawling to his sleeping bag and lying on his back, letting out a deep groan. “Who would’ve thought that camping could he so hard.”

“We just got here.” Eddie reminds him, lying down as well. The two a few inches away from each other as they lie in silence, taking in the noise of teenagers arguing along with Steve's yelling. This reminded Y/n of his own time with his family before they hit adulthood, causing their bond to drift apart.

Without thinking, he reaches out to place his hand over Eddies. He felt him flinch at first before relaxing, a deep sighing escaping his nose as he gives his hand a soft squeeze in return.

“You ready to talk about last night?” Y/n whispers out in a soft tone. His thumb stroking Eddie’s palm as the other continues to stare up, avoiding his gaze like always as he opened his mouth. “Im sorry for breaking down.” He suddenly says, still embarrassed by the way he broke down In front of Y/n, his professor.

“It’s Just—“ Eddie sucks in a death breath. “I’ve never experienced something like that before and it was all new and happening so quick and I panicked.” He finally says, looking over to see Y/n smiling softly at him. He watched him sit up, hand on the side of his head to keel him up as he faced Eddie. “Its alright.” He heard him say, using his free hand to push back Eddie’s bangs.

“We can take things slow, I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable—like you said, this is your first time being with someone so don’t hesitate to tell me if I’m doing something wrong.”

Eddie shakes his head, looking up “You can never do wrong. Your—“ Their eyes meet, Eddie swallows nervously. “Perfect.” He mumbled out in a soft whisper. The two continue to stare at each other.

Y/n is the first to move, leaning into Eddie, his hand cupping the back of his head. Their lips brush and Y/n acts almost tentative before he leans in with careful pressure.

Kissing Eddie fills Y/n with affection so powerful it aches. No one has ever looked at Eddie the way Y/n looks at him and the implication of that is that no one has really kissed him either. Not like this.

Y/n is pressing on the seam of his lips with his tongue and opening him up in a slow, warm sweep. A fractured sound catches in Eddie’s throat, as if taken off guard by the taste of him as he keeps Eddie close by the shirt. Eddie traced the shape of his mouth with his tongue.

Y/n’s pace builds up with a sort of hunger, a moan building from the depths of his chest as be kisses him, deepening their kiss before he breaks apart to take a ragged gasp of air.

Y/n lets him go, breathing against each other as he licks his lips. “I—sorry I should’ve—sorry.” He is quick to apologize. He promised Eddie that he wouldn’t rush things into their new relationship and felt like a line was crossed all because of their kissing.

Eddies heart hammered as he swallows thickly. “Its okay.” His voice cracks when speaking causing him to blush and clear his throat. “I enjoyed it.” He said. “A lot.”

Y/n chuckles, shaking his head. “I know but I did promise—“

Eddie hand reached up to grip the bottom ends of his professors shirt, breath short and raggedy as he leans in close, chests brushing as he speaks. “Please,” Eddie manages, half murmuring against Y/n’s mouth as he reaches for him. His hands, shaking but sure. Fingers fidgeting at the ends of his shirt.

Y/n stares down at Eddie, whispering back to him. “Are you sure?” With a nod he gets Eddie’s conformation, causing the other to push him back, lying him down on the sleeping bag and hovering over him, whispering against his neck. “Shh, be my good boy and relax.” Y/n leaves a kiss against his neck as his fingers trail under Eddie’s shirt, pushing it up and over his head.

Eddie does his best to help, his hands moving to help Y/n ease away the layers that separate the two of them and Eddie fumbles miserably. Y/n helps take care of it and Eddie chuckles a little. “I can do it.” He protests and can’t stop smiling as Y/n lifts the shirt over his own head and tossed it aside, reaching down to fumble with Eddie’s belt.

“Just wait—“

“I’ve been waiting.” Y/n reminds him, an unfamiliar urgency entering his voice that leaves no space for argument. The heat that rises to Eddies skin makes up for any chill that could settle in as Y/n strips him. When he’s finished and returns back to Eddie he leans down to kiss him again.

“Let me look at you.” Y/n asks softly, leaning back a little as he takes in the sight of Eddie. Slowly, carefully, he lets his hands wander. His finger tips brushing against the softness of his skin and can feel Eddie’s slight shiver before relaxing against him. His head leaning back as an unsteady exhale escapes Eddie’s lips.

Y/n fingers follow small scars, littered around his torso. Eddies breath hitched, hand shooting out to grip his wrist, pain and fear filling his eyes as Y/n uses his free hand to place against his ribs. “Its alright.” He whispers, leaning down to press their foreheads together. Eddie leans into the touch and keeps himself calm.

“Good, good, just relax. Im not going to hurt you.” Eddie hears him whisper as his hand lets go of his wrist, trusting the man above him as he goes back to exploring the scars that littered his body. His fingers tracing over them. “You have so many.” Y/n says softly, his thumb circling a spot dangerously close to his torso, and Eddie hums in reply.

Eddie is opening his mouth to speak but Y/n is quick to shake his head. “Don’t speak—I understand. I’ll make the pain go away, you’re safe with me.” He reassures Eddie. “You okay to keep going?” He didn’t want to push Eddie into going any further but he instead nods in return. “Please.” He breaths out as he stares up at him.

Y/n groans, biting his lip, sitting up from his position and reaching over, fumbling around in his bag, and the implication alone makes Eddie’s head rush. Y/n takes what feels like an eternity, slicking his fingers and rubbing them together to warm them, and Eddie catches the inside of his check between his teeth.

“You have to tell me.” Y/n says, his voice quiet but serious as he positions himself above him. Eddie isn't sure how he manages to hear him over the rapid pounding of his heartbeat, but nods. Y/n reaches down between them. As much as Eddie wills himself to relax his body still tenses. Wincing, Eddie closed his eyes and his next breath hisses in from between his teeth.

“Easy.” Y/n says, placing a hand against his chest. Heeding the advice, Eddie takes in another slow breath. “Sorry, its good just—“ his voice is a little strained. “First time.” His face grow red, feeling terribly exposed.

Y/n smiles softly, leaning forward to capture his lips into a chaste kiss as he continues. Slowly, he starts again. One slick finger sliding up inside Eddie with steady pressure, moving in a few shallow thrusts that quickly build.

“God.” Eddie sighs hazily.

Y/n takes it as permission to ease a second finger up inside him and Eddie’s breath catches with a whining sound, rocking his hips down to meet him. Y/n gives off a soft grin as he moves in a full form rhythm, pausing to curl his fingers or spread them apart, stretching him open and sighing when Eddie shudders.

“Good boy.” Y/n utters, almost too quiet to be heard and Eddie gazes up at him with a breathless whine. Y/n turns his wrist, just enough, and this time his fingers curl the slow, steady wag y/n’s been touching Eddie.

Eddie chokes, scrambling he grabs Y/n’s upper arms. His eyes squeezed tightly shut as his hips jerk back against his fingers. “Mhm.”

“There?” Y/n questions, his fingers thrusting deeper into him as Eddie throws his head back in pleasure. “Its good, but please, I want to feel you so badly. Don’t make me beg.” He whines out, eyes growing glossy.

As much as Y/n wanted to hear Eddie beg for him he knows be can’t. Not today, not right now, slamming their mouths together to muffle his moans. “Shit.” Y/n curses quietly against his mouth. Drawing his hand back as Eddie moans quietly at the absence of his fingers. Aching for him and wanting to feel full.

Y/n doesn’t have time to reach for the lube and instead he slicks his hand with spit, spitting into the palm of his hand, biting back a groan as he spreads it along the length of his cock. Eddie bites his lip, watching as Y/n touches himself, settling himself back between Eddie’s legs, and Eddie draws his knees up on either side of him.

Laying warm hands on the inside of Eddie’s thighs, he urges his legs a little further apart. Then, be grabs his hips and gracefully, drags Eddie closer until he’s practically in his lap.

“Better.”

Y/n presses forward now and Eddie hides his mouth behind his palm. One hand firmly gripping Eddie’s hip while the other steadies his cock as be slowly sinks into him. As Eddie’s expression tightens , taking the adjustment slow before be relaxes.

Y/n’s cock is thick and hard, filling him up. There’s nothing but skin on skim as Y/n pushes in deeper and harder. Eddies ears ring as he muffles a sound like sob beneath his hand.

“Easy, just relax.” Y/n whispers against Eddie’s ear as he placed his free hand ok his shoulder, keeping him steady as be breaths out a muffled plead. “Please—fuck,” Y/n takes that as his cue to move his hips, moving down against him in a slow pace before slowly speeding up. Eddie gasps out, his back curving off the bed as his entire body jerks up.

Y/n moves harder, another quiet curse falling from his lips. He hooks his leg over his shoulder, while the other digs into the blankets beneath them. Bracing himself enough to rock back against him. Eddie meets Y/n’s thrusts, taking him deeper, harder, and Eddie shudders with an unsteady moan.

“Its good—“ Eddie moans out. “Right there, and you feel so good Y/n, please—please!”

Y/n shudders above him, his lips press against his chest, forehead, his cheeks, his neck, anything he can mark as his. “Your going to ruin me.” He growls lowly, Eddie arched up to let out a breathy laugh. “Please.” He repeats shakily. Y/n groans, hips snapping up against Eddie with a sudden force due to Eddie’s begging chorus.

It doesn’t take much more for Y/n to slam deep and hard into Eddie as he comes with a shudder, drawing out a moan, as Eddie’s back lifts off the mattress in a needy arch as he spills over Y/n’s chest. His chest heaving in sharp and unsteady gasps of air. The air around then growing intensely hot as they breath against each other. Y/n’s hands gripping his hips as he slowly pulls out, earning a whine from the man beneath him.

Eddie lifts his hips to help, biting his lip as be lies back underneath the blankets. His hair sticking to his forehead from the heat as he slowly starts to feel light headed.

“Hey.” He hears Y/n say, gently tapping his fingers against his cheek as he leans down to kiss his lips. “Here,” he mumbles against his mouth, his hand curling underneath his head as he helped him sit up, placing the tip of the water bottle against his lips and makes him drink the water.

“I don’t think your first time should’ve been underneath this hot weather.” Y/n chuckles as eddie smiles, drinking the cool water and wrapping his fingers around the bottle while the other got then cleaned up, using his own shirt to clean up Eddie’s and his mess.

Once Eddie is done drinking he hands the bottle to Y/n who gladly takes it and takes his own sip, before closing the cap around the bottle and tossing it aside. He turns his attention back to Eddie and with a smile he leans forward to capture his lips into a deep kiss.

“Thank you.” Eddie mumbled against his lips while Y/n grins. “Im not entirely done with you yet, big boy.” Hs teases. “But, I think we can keep going later tonight, right?” Eddie nods his head while Y/n gives him one last kiss. “My good boy.”

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starryeyedadmirer · 1 year

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Noah Centineo: Baby Fat

-Noah x Reader-

!!CW!! — Body image TW

Synopsis (There’s not much to this one): You’re at the gym with Noah, as a kind of moral support — helping him work off the spare tire that he’s put on since giving birth to his son. Though you’ve grown quite bored of seeing him get down on himself, and constantly feel as though he’s got to change, you provide him with a few words of encouragement… in your own, not so sweet way.

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"Woo! Fuck." Noah groans, taking another kick at the freestanding punching bag that's propped up in front of him. "I forgot how hard this was, man! How could I do this so easy before? I haven't lifted my legs this high since... since..."

"Since the nurses put 'em up in those stirrups, right?" You interrupt — watching from your seat, as he gives the bag another pathetic kick.

"Yeah... I think so."

"Man, I remember that shit like it was yesterday. Aiden's birth. Your feet were almost to the ceiling by the time they let me in the room. They had 'em jacked up so fucking high! You were miserable." You can hardly contain your laughter as the memory of Noah in his hospital bed flashes back into your mind.

He was laid back on the mattress, like a big starfish, with his feet dangling in the air, and a dozen nurses working on him. It was like he was some sort of alien, with all of the weird-looking machines, the bright lights shining on his crotch, the folks in blue scrubs, and the way that they were monitoring him... the atmosphere and urgency in the room, didn't give you any impression that he had gone into a normal, human labor at all. It seemed that he was giving birth to some bizarre creature... something out of this world. His face and neck were both as red as a clown's nose, and his hair was a scraggly mess. You could tell that he hadn't had a proper chance to groom himself before his water broke... it was more than evident, and not just by his looks. There was a strong, familiar musk persisting in the air... the stench of Noah's natural body odor... and another, odd scent, that you couldn't quite place at the time — something sour, and metallic. As if his looks weren't offensive enough, he was screaming at everyone like a crazed lunatic — demanding that someone go get him something cold to drink... but, rightfully so, none of his nurses did as he said. It was hysterical, watching him yell that way, to no response from anyone else. You couldn't laugh at him back then... he probably would've killed you if you had... but now that it's been a few months, you can finally let loose.

"Yeah, I was." He takes another kick, this time lowering his leg a bit. "I'm telling you, those labor pains were no joke, man. Aiden's head was so big, I thought I was gonna tear open."

"Looked like you were too. Ya know, I managed to get a peak at you while you were yelling, and... um... it wasn't pretty. Felt like I was staring at a big ass, busted banana, and a jelly filled donut... one that'd gushed open, and gotten all messy. It was... quite the sight!"

"Well, hey, laugh all you want, but those few hours of discomfort and pain were worth it. I love coming home and seeing his little face, smiling up at me like I'm the most important thing in the world. There's nothing like it, man. You'll learn someday."

"No. No I won't. And anyway, it ain't been that long since you popped him out, Noah. This should be a piece of cake. I know for a fact that childbirth was a lot harder than kicking a punching bag on a stand."

"You would think so, huh? You don't know half the story... you only saw Aiden's birth. I was bedridden for four weeks, after spending 17 long hours trying to squeeze him out of my ass. Even after that, I could barely walk for a month, my ass was sore for ages, and my dick couldn't get hard if it tried... not to mention all the weight I've put on. My legs are weaker than they've ever been in my life, man... and I can only kick so high with this gut weighing me down." He gives the bag one last go, mustering up all the strength that he can, and falls to his knees — visibly in pain. "I'm disgusting, fat, and fucking weak, man... just look at me."

"No you're not, Noah." You get up from your seat and place your hand on his shoulder, unmoved by his plight. "You're not disgusting at all, you're just having that... um... postpartum stuff."

You wish you could feel bad for him, that you could give him the level of sympathy and understanding that someone in his situation deserves, but it's hard. He's been crying the same tears for weeks now, whining about being out of shape and shaming himself at every opportunity. You've heard him call himself so many disparaging names... tell himself that he's repulsive and disgusting more times than you can count... and although you know that it stems from something deeper... something that's not so superficial... you're tired of hearing it.

"Carrying a little extra weight after having a baby is normal, Noah. You birthed an entire person, man... think you should cut yourself some slack?"

"Yeah... I guess so." He gets back up on his feet, leaning on you for support. He's heavy on your side, feeling every bit as hefty as he looks... a warm, comforting feeling... aside from all of the sweat. "Like I said, I haven't really been able to... do this. Don't know how I could've worked this thing off without coming back to the gym."

"There you go, man. And anyway, it doesn't look bad on you. Ya know, I always thought you'd look better with a little pot belly, and God, did you look good pregnant." You give his belly a rub, soft and tender like you've always wanted, and slap him on the ass. He's drenched in sweat — a good sign. That weight will be off before he knows it... then he can finally stop complaining. "Now c'mon, you've got some more kicking to do... burn off that extra weight you hate so much."

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mutasmutosarchive · 4 months

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bonds of ichor and viscera

summary: no matter how long time kept them apart, the bond of twins always prevails (or your twin sibling shows up to bully you for playing god)

word count: 3k+

tags: @eternally-smitten , @felixrichtershubby , @sugar-and-pearls , @blairyl (lmk if you want to be tagged)

The dull rattle of the wooden door under Mavis fist as she knocked echoed in the night air. She gave a small yawn as she rubbed her eyes. The dark haired woman looked at the paper in her hand. A messily scribbled address on it and a name. She was hoping this was the right place and she wasn't accidentally disturbing some poor sod if the person she was looking for wasn't there.

She could hear the heavy patter of footsteps on the other side of the door as they neared the door before the sound of locks sliding before the door was pulled open. Dark haired man who looked like he could use some sleep opened it and Mavis gave him a bright smile.

“Uh hello, is this the residence of uhm..”

She looked down at the piece of paper to squint behind her glasses as she tried her best to read the messy handwriting.

“Daniel Cain! Sorry kinda of forgot the name.” Mavis chirped.

Daniel rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he looked at his cheery girl who stood on his doorstep in the late hours or the night. There was something oddly familiar about her that he couldn't place exactly and it was a bit uncanny to say the least.

“Yes and you are?” He asked as he leaned against the door.

“Oh sorry, my name is Mavis West. I'm looking for Herbert West.” Mavis waved off before she made a small nonverbal motion for her to come in.

Daniel obliged and let the wavy haired girl bounce on in as she took in the space of his in. He was kind of glad that Megan wasn't there at the moment, it would have been too much chaos after what happened with Rufus.

“Are you two…” He asked.

His question had Mavis letting out a bark of laughter before she frantically shook her head at the man.

“No, No, I'm his twin. I'm surprised he probably never mentioned it but then again it is Herbert so I'm also not really surprised. Is he here?” Mavis asked between her light giggles.

She had swiveled on her old beat up converse all stars as she looked at Dan. She could see the mild skeptical look in his eyes. It was something she was used to when it came to dropping that on people. Not everyone believes the two were of the same womb but in fact they very much were.

Daniel took a moment before he nodded his head and brushed a hand through his hair. He made a idly motion to the basement door, something he wasn't too keen on going towards at this hour of the night. He was still processing everything.

“Yeah, he's downstairs. Whoa you are just gonna go down there?” Daniel asked as he watched her quickly take the motion to be where her twin was.

She was definitely brave, he'd give her that. He wasn't sure if she even knew. Daniel was sure she didn't with the way her strides carried her like there was nothing wrong.

“Uh, yeah. He's my brother, I spent nine months in confinement with that weirdo. Whatever little lab experiments he's up to I can handle.” The young woman waved off to him.

Mavis carried herself in pride as she strode to the basement door before she felt a strong hand on her bicep slightly pulling her back. Her hazel eyes met Daniel's dark ones as they stared at each other. She could see how Daniel was trying to figure something to say to her.

“Wait wait, you should probably know something before you go down there…” Daniel cautiously said.

Mavis didn't get a chance to respond before the sound of the basement door opening and the sound of footsteps followed. Both Daniel and Mavis' heads snapped towards the direction to see Herbert emerging from the basement.

The siblings stared each other down for a moment before a gentle smile came to Mavis lips as she heard her brother speak.

“Mavis?”

“Well speak of the devil, hello dearest brother of mine.” Mavis joker lightly as Daniel let go of her arm.

“I see you've met Dan.” Herbert said as she looked between them.

Herbert’s lips pursed for a minute as he looked between the two. He wasn't entirely sure how to feel about how close Dan was to his sister and in the darkness his eyes squinted a bit in protectiveness.

“That I have. A sweet guy, better not corrupt him. Sorry to cut it short, it is nice to meet you Dan but I do have to talk to my brother alone.” Mavis snorted.

She knew her brother well and knew how he was acting within the shadows. He may not have outwardly shown much emotion most of their life but she knew the little quirks of when he did. Ever so protective of her just like when they were kids.

“Now?” He asked.

“Yes now.”

Herbert had been quick to wave at Daniel, letting the tired med student go back to get some sleep as he and his twin made their way down the stairs. He could just feel there was something she wanted to say to him but didn't get a chance too when he heard her footsteps stop and turned around to look at her.

“So when were you going to tell me you got back from Germany or was that never going to happen.” Mavis asked him as she folded her arms and looked at him.

“I was going to eventually.” Herbert swallowed.

He knew that look in her eyes. It was the same one their mother had when the two of them often snuck off in their teens. A look of worry but also frustration. He felt some remorse, he probably should have told her soon. They were the only family they had left but he had drowned himself into his work.

“It's been six months since you've been back. I sent you a letter and I got one back saying you had left after an accident.” Mavis countered as she let out a huff.

There was hurt in her eyes that he couldn't continuously look at before he went to continue his way down the stairs. Mavis wasn't going to have that, he couldn't worm his way out of this from her.

“Herbert look at me,” Mavis said as she snatched him quickly by his arm, turning him to face her.

“Hey!” He protested but he was quickly cut off.

“What did you do? They said something about being involved with a doctor's murder.” Mavis' voice was low as she looked at him.

There wasn't aggression in her eyes but disappointed muddied by worries in him. But she still looked at him like he was her brother. They were of the same flesh, they were still family even if he had killed someone.

“It wasn't murder, I was giving him life.” Herbert said quietly.

Mavis looked confused but her tight grip on her brother's bicep loosened. She looked at him with a morbid curiosity that brought that strange smile to his face. He knew he had her enraptured by a single sentence.

“What are you on about?” Mavis asked him in a similar hushed tone.

“It's better I show you, Mavs.” Herbert replied.

He pried his arm from her grasp and motioned for her to follow deeper into the heart of the basement.

As their footsteps hit the cement floors Mavis recoiled from the stench of death. She knew it well with her job and it was the sign of decay. She moved around her brother to get a look of the basement. It was small but not super small, it probably only looked as such with the clutter. There were beakers and tubes all around, syringes with remains of a bioluminescent green liquid staining them.

Mavis’ eyes followed around as she pulled a white sheet away from a part of the table before her hazel eyes flickered down and she recoiled a bit. The dead body of a black cat was still on the table, its guts sprawled against matted fur and a soiled sheet beneath it. She instinctively brought her arm up to her face as she dropped the sheet and looked at Herbert.

“What the fuck? Do I even want to ask why you have body parts strewn about?” Mavis' voice was muffled by her arm.

She watched as her brother moved around, the two already falling into a comfortable routine as he stepped to a fridge. She heard the seal of her break as he pulled out a bottle of bright green liquid and what seemed to be animal corpse but she wasn't super sure. Herbert turned around to look at her before the bottle was shoved into her hand.

“Hush, it's important what I need to show you. Hold this.” Herbert told her.

He knew that he could trust her with it, he had always been able to trust her with his research and her vice versa.

“What is it?” Mavis asked.

She looked at the bottle, feeling the cold plastic against her palm as she stared at that flowing liquid that he had shoved into her hands.

“You ask too many questions. But my reanimating reagent.”

The question seemingly confused Mavis to no end, her mind wrapping around it as Herbert had set the corpse of roadkill onto the table. He pulled the adjustable light into place as it shone down onto the creature wrapped in fabric.

“You're what now?” Mavis questioned as she looked at him.

“You heard me. Now fill up the syringe, I would assume your mortician duties have prepared you enough for that.” Herbert snapped back as he met his sister's eyes with that smirk of his before handing her a clean syringe.

Mavis let out a huff and took the syringe from him and looked at the bottle. She shook her head softly before she was taking the top off of the bottle and slipping the tip of the syringe in to draw out the liquid.

“Oh shut up.” She snorted.

She filled the syringe to a certain line before Herbert was stopping her and stood up a bit more straight to talk to her. The way he stood reminded her of a lecture, she almost felt like she was back in a classroom.

“Okay, so this raccoon was killed…” Herbert explained as she peeled the cloth back from the raccoon’s body.

Mavis looked at the raccoon and then back at Herbert before she let out a small laugh.

“That raccoon is a pancake.” Mavis pointed out.

“You are going to keep jabbering or let me explain?” Herbert countered. His hands were placed at his hips like he was reprimanding a talkative student.

Mavis puffed out her cheeks and rolled her eyes making a motion for him to continue his little lecture with some impatience.

“Sorry Herbie Werbie, continue.” She added.

Herbert rolled his eyes at the nickname but didn't make any comment to correct it. It was endearing to him even if he didn't admit it to her.

“You are annoying. But as I was saying, I was killed a couple hours ago. My reagent in layman terms brings the dead back to life.” He explained to her.

Herbert watched her thoughts swirl behind her eyes as she took in what he said to her. He could see the gears working and the small look of disbelief. He saw it in Daniel's eyes the first time too, it just took a simple demonstration and that look of disbelief would change.

“Bullshit.” Mavis whispered.

Herbert could see she was already leaning to believe. They didn't lie to each other, the other would know somehow. He never understood it but he guessed in this case their strange twin sense was working in their favor. Herbert rolled up his sleeves and held out his hand to her.

“Hand me the syringe.”

Mavis handed the syringe over to him after some hesitancy and followed him quickly like his shadow. Her eyes followed in an unbridled curiosity. She watched as her brother's hands combed through the greasy fur of the raccoon as he traced down its spine to the base of its neck.

She watched as Herbert handled it with great care and precision as he slowly pushed the needle into the spine and drained that reagent into the corpse of the raccoon. She watched as the needle left the critter’s neck and her brother set it down. Her eyes watched the syringe as the reagent left residue behind. Her mind twisted and paced with thoughts before she looked back at the raccoon.

Herbert had backed up a bit, Mavis scuffling back with him as the twins watched the corpse of the roadkill. The room felt deadly silent besides their anticipating breathing as they watched. Herbert made a quick look of his watch, pushing his glasses up his nose before ear piercing screech of agony ripped from the raccoon.

Mavis cringed at the sound and she felt her heart ache as she heard that sound from the animal. It sounded like it was in so much pain but then again the beginning of life was painful too.

“Oh my god. How?” Mavis said over the screeching of the roadkill as it writhed on the table.

“A lot of time and effort but I have found a cure for death.” Herbert said with that almost manic grin as he looked at her.

Mavis was dumbfounded. Her head was running so quickly she couldn't stop herself from the next comment that left her lips.

“You're playing god.” She told him.

“I am not! I'm a scientist and I have found a cure for death.” Herbert snapped. He watched as Mavis flinched a little bit before he took in a deep breath as he knew she need some time to figure out what she was seeing.

“Herbert look at that fucking thing. It's writhing in agony!” Mavis pointed out to him in a frantic tone.

Herbert knew his sister well enough; the whole death fascinated her; she also cared about the living. He was not one to torture his own sister even if he was ever forced too. Herbert let out a huff and walked over to the table of the writhing reanimated raccoon. His hands wrapped around the base of the neck before a loud crack echoed in the room and the creature fell silent. All he heard was the shaky breath of his sister as he covered the body up again.

“It's not perfect, Mavis. I'm still working on it. Figure out the limits but I have conquered death.” Hebert told her.

The silence that had settled between them after as she sat down in a stool next to him was enough for him to speak to her. He had been watching all her little ticks and movements as she worked through her thoughts.

“I know that curiosity in your eyes, sister. You couldn't hide it if you tried.” Herbert added with an easy tone.

Mavis looked up at him and gave a small nod. He wasn't wrong, that was for sure.

“I mean, yeah, fuck I guess I am. I'm fascinated by this.” She told him.

Mavis just looked at her brother as she admitted to him. She wasn't so sure how to feel about the fact this on it's own had so many moral implications but the fact she also wanted to see it work on a broader scale and Herbert could feel that, he just knew.

“I knew you'd be. We've shared the same fascination for years.” He said with a small laugh. A silence filled the basement space again before Mavis spoke up this time.

“Have you started human trials?” She asked him.

“No, I would like to.”

His answer was what she expected. She figured that he hadn't started human trials just yet, it still meant she could help.

“I want to help.” Mavis told him with a hopeful look.

The look threw Herbert off a little bit. He had wrapped Daniel up into this with manipulation but here his own sister was willing to help. It was always nice to have the reminder they were somewhat similar in terms.

“You don't think I'm insane?” Herbert asked.

Mavis looked at him with a pointed look when those words left his mouth before she replied.

“You want my honest answer on that one?”

“Actually, nevermind.”

“It's what I thought.”

After the demonstration and helping clean up the small space, the twins found themselves outside on the porch sitting next to each other. The night was cool with a breeze and Herbert had to admit some fresh air was better than constantly smelling rot and decay down in that basement.

“I want you to know I'm going to be around more.” Mavis spoke.

Herbert looked at his sister as she looked at him. He was a bit taken off guard by those words. He knew she had made a life for herself back up in the Pacific Northwest and couldn't have seen her giving that up to help him with this.

“Huh?” He said in a confused tone.

“I transferred. I'm gonna finish the rest of my schooling out here then out in Washington.” Mavis clarified to him with a smile on her face. She could see that he was thinking about what she had said.

“Why? You've got your own life up there.”

Mavis waved him off and pulled him into a side hug before ruffling his hair as she spoke to him.

“You're my brother, Herbert. Someone's gonna make sure you don't go all Victor Frankenstein on us.” She joked to him.

Herbert rolled his eyes from both the gesture and the comparison as she tried to squirm out of his sister's grasp who just tightened it to put him in a playful headlock with a laugh.

“Oh don't start.” He groaned.

“Oh I'm going to, Dr. Frankenstein.” Mavis teased as she messed up his hair before letting him go. As she let him go her shoulder gently knocked into his in a form of affection.

“I hate you.” Herbert said as he returned the gesture with a smile on his face.

“I love you too.”

#╎ok2rb.#╎mavis writing.#╎herbert w.

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trios dont work. // satosugu x reader (business AU) (FULL WORK)

✦ Pairing: satoru gojo x suguru geto x afab!reader (she/her)

✦ Summary: trios dont work, and nine years later consequences hit

✦ Warnings: alcoholism, mention of death (mamagumi), passing out due to alcohol consumption, abandonment, clubs, petnames (sweetheart, doll, pretty girl, whatnot), dunno what else lmk

✦ A/n: im still sick, im still hurt, i dont appreciate hurtful things being said to me in my asks, but here you go, if its all a bit vague; im sick.

✦ Wordcount: 7272

✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.

nine years. It had been nine years.

She remembered everything of their last day together, every once in a while it would suddenly pop back up into her head, but in that first year, it replayed again and again; every day.

“Suguru!” [Name] had called out to one of the two teenage boys as she caught up to them “hi!”

Suguru flung his arm around the girl's shoulders, pulling her into his side as she greeted Satoru.

“Where have you been, doll? We were looking for you.”

[Name] laughed as she grabbed their hands and pulled them along. “Shoko and I accidentally forgot to sleep, so when I did fall asleep around ten I was doomed to wake up late.”

The two boys looked at each other and smiled, the little ball of sunshine walking in front still pulling them along.

After they walked for a while, they finally reached the top of a mountain, looking down on the city below.

“look who knows the best spots once again”

They had spent the entire afternoon on the top of that mountain since classes were canceled due to the celebration, their fellow students were down there, having fun.

At some point her eyes fell and she slept. The black haired boy looked down at her sleeping on Satoru's shoulder before giving a sad smile.

“She will never forgive us.”

“But at least we'll protect her.”

The next morning when [name] woke up in the room she shared with Shoko there was a little note on her nightstand.

‘you’re gonna be okay’ in Satoru’s messy and rushed handwriting. She got dressed and ran out of her room, looking for her best friends. what did Satoru mean with that she was gonna be okay?

He looked at her, his mouth opening but no sound coming out. She knew what he was gonna ask, “They’re putting their stuff into the car or?”

She showed him the note in her hand and Nanami just got more question marks behind his eyes.

The second year after opening the fourth without Gojo and Geto [name] opened a second location of her club across the world in Los Angeles.

Scarlett still looked a bit sick as she bid farewell to her boss, but at least she could finally take a break, which she was too shy to admit she actually needed.

“Zen’in?” she had called as she stood behind him.

“Well, someone has to be the millionaire of the family.” Toji’s eyes widened as he asked for more details, giving an impressed grin when he found out she was the owner.

“You got it good, girl. I wouldn’t have suspected you to be the type.”

The mixed scent of sweet floral yet strong cologne and a really overwhelming smell of pine and vanilla still hung faintly in the air.

It can’t be, she thought. Her mind was just playing tricks on her because Toji had her remember things she didn’t want to. There’s no way.

“That man's eyes… wow! I’ve never seen anyone with eyes that bright!”

It’s not him. They’re not here.

“But the other one! His shoulders… my god.”

With a racing heart she went back to observing the crowds. Walking alongside tables, along the dancefloor, everywhere.

Theres no way these two fucks still wear the same cologne after years.

I’m going to drive myself insane by looking for people that aren’t-

Fuck.

Why not?

The music seemed to dim, the world became clearer yet also blurrier as she stood in front of them.

“Get the fuck out of my place.” she said, there was anger and aggression in her voice as she looked at them. “Now.”

Gojo and Geto both looked up at the person speaking to them. Geto had to do a double take as he took in the woman before him, but Gojo’s heart and smile dropped instantly.

“Get out. You’ll be okay.” her own eyes met Gojo’s blue ones, sending back his own words he left on that note nine years ago.

[Name] raised her eyebrows in amusement as she looked at the two men infront of her. They changed so much, yet nothing at all. She’d wait sixty seconds before she would raise her hand and look to the side to call security.

“[N-name]? What are you doing here?” Gojo stuttered.

“Running my club, what about you?” she smiled sarcastically before glaring at him. “Leave. You two wanted me out of your life, now I want you two out of mine. Leave and never show your face here, or at any of my locations, ever again. You have one minute before I call security.”

Geto stared at her with wide eyes, the woman in front of him was not the one they left behind nine years ago. There was no sign of silly jokes and giggles, lit up eyes and playful eyerolls.

This woman was cold. That was the only word that came to Geto’s mind. There was no love in her eyes anymore, her spark wasn't the same. And the worst part of it was that Gojo and he were probably the reason for it.

“Ha! Look who it is, man I didn’t expect you here. Isn’t Megs at your place?” Toji suddenly appeared out of nowhere and his words made [name] even more lightheaded. He wrapped his arm around her waist briefly, a small sign of affection and recognition as they exchanged glances. “You know them?” she asked Toji who enthusiastically replied.

“Yeah! Blue eyes is Megumi’s godfather. But I was just gonna head back out, got an emergency meeting first thing tomorrow. See ya [name], take care of yourself, alright?” he waved goodbye to Gojo and Geto and walked out.

Great. Fucking great.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking-

“Follow me, no questions and you'll walk out of here unharmed.” she spoke in a cold tone before turning around and making her way to her office.

What the fuck was happening. Who had cursed this upon her?

She unlocked the door to her office and walked in, pouring herself another drink as the two men came in. “Sit down.”

They did as she said and sat down in the chairs facing the desk. Gojo sneaked a look at one of the papers on her desk. It showed the gain of the last month. That was more than his and Geto’s company made… in three months…

He quickly sat back when she turned around and sat in the desk chair with her drink in hand. It was a fancy black one, CEO’s would have it- he had one alike.

“I thought you didn’t drink.” Gojo said, trying to make small talk.

“I thought I would have a nice future with my best friends nine years ago.” She took a sip of her drink, looking at both of them before speaking again. “Explain. You have ten minutes, and I am solely doing this for the sake of Toji and Megs cause I will not have them know we are on bad terms.”

They stared at her. Nine years ago she would have blushed and tried to hide away or scolded them to stop, but now she stared back, no trace of blushing on her cheeks.

“Get to it. We’re adults now, we both have running businesses. So let's get over it.”

Geto sighed, this was more complicated than the situation nine years ago was. Or maybe explaining it nine years ago would’ve been easier, [name] was easier then. Not in a bad way, she changed, they all did, but Geto had the feeling that she would’ve understood it better back then rather than now. Both Gojo and Geto felt the anger radiating off her, she looked like she could in fact kill both of them right now.

“We got mixed up with the wrong people in our last year.” Gojo suddenly said and she huffed in annoyance but kept quiet. “You know we were already making plans for our business back then, we tried to make some ties here and there and a particular branch of people scammed us. That’s how we met Toji too, he was mixed up with the same people. They had known I came from money and so they stalked us around, even at school. Pretty soon they found how close we were with you and before we knew it they had entire records open on you. Where you lived, who your parents are, all that type of things! They found your birth certificate! With that came that they found out you came from money too- old money. So they started with threatening to keep us hostage ‘till you paid them a fine, knowing you would.

After we complied and gave them some money they continued with the blackmail. They came to us with pictures of you asleep, during class, free time, of your apartment in the city. They said they’d kidnap you, said what they’d do to you if we wouldn’t give them more money once our business grew. They knew it would grow because of my father, so we had to cut ties with you to protect you. On the last night-”

“Enough.” She took a long sip of her drink and threw her head back. “You know how much this sounds like bullshit? Protect me or they’d kidnap me and torture me unless-literally speaking-you payed them a fuck ton of money. You could’ve fucking told me? You could’ve waited ‘till after graduation? Yet you decided not to knowing I would be a fucking wreck for years upon years. And then suddenly, after almost a decade you show up in my club acting like a bunch of fucking pussies. The boys I knew wouldn’t pull shit like that! They’d fight cause they’re rich private school jackasses who wouldn’t back out of a fight, nor abandon their best friend simply because some fuckers threatened to hurt her! This could’ve easily been fucking figured out because for fucks sake Gojo! You! You are the heir to one of the oldest bloodlines in country, and so am I so I personally do not see where the fucking problem lies in that it could not have been resolved! And you- no. Don’t you both see the logic in this?” she took a deep breath and looked them both in the eye “I am drunk alright but even I can see this is bullshit.”

She threw her head back again and took a deep breath and exhaled it.

“You don’t know how scared we were to lose you to them, [name]!” Geto looked at her, but she was looking at the boring white ceiling. “Yeah, well. You lost me because of your fears of losing me.”

Silence hung in the air for a minute or so as she let those words sink in.

Don't do it. Do not do it. It doesn't matter how close you used to be with them. It doesn’t matter that they took your v-

“Okay here's the deal. It's friday, or well saturday by now probably. Tuesday this place is a cafe, like it is two times a week. You both come here at ten AM, and well talk then, cause again I am fucking drunk.” rolling her head back and looking at them she sighed “Now get out.”

Gojo and Geto gave each other a look, then looked back at [Name]. She looked back, even though her eyes were a bit bloodshot and teary, her gaze was filled with anything but care and love. Geto took a deep breath before standing up. “Will you get home safely?” He asked and she could see there was genuine concern in his eyes as he frowned a little.

“I’ll call my assistant to come and get me.” She rolled her eyes and gave them another look that told them to get out.

Only [Name] forgot that she had sent Scarlett on vacation, so when she dialed her number it went straight to voicemail. She walked out of the club with the stack of paperwork from earlier in her hands and called an uber. The driver said he was near and there within a minute, so when eventually a black car stopped in front of her she got in. Vaguely she heard him ask for her destination and she gave her address.

Tonight hadn’t gone as planned, at all. She had expected a calm evening but it was anything but. [Name] had always thought she was over it, over them, or at least for the biggest part. There were always small reminders of them in everything she did or had. But she really thought she’d be able to kick them out, out of her club and out of her life just like they’d done to her. Their explanation–it made sense but it didn’t. Sure she knew they were busy setting up their business, she knew they were making connections. But stalking? The threats? It seemed unreal, yet it was known that around that time there was a peak of criminal groups disguising as business people in Japan.

[Name] searched for her wallet and pulled out three bills of twenty when the car stopped in front of the gate to her home.

“Keep the change.” she said and stumbled out, typing in the code of the gate and walking in. She stood still for a moment, looking up at the sky before collapsing on the grass. LA didn’t give the best view of the stars, yet she stared at them anyways, the moonlight shining down on her. It didn’t take long before her eyes closed and she fell asleep under the stars.

Satoru and Suguru watched the woman collapse on the grass and they jumped out of the car. How she hadn’t noticed it wasn’t her UBER, they didn’t know. The gate closed just before the two men could reach it.

Satoru slammed on the gate, while the other used his brain and looked at the numbers. Three of them were slightly stained with a black substance–probably mascara that [name] had rubbed onto her hand when she rubbed her eyes.

Suddenly Suguru saw it, those three numbers were the first three numbers of his birthday.

“Over us, my ass.” he said as he typed in his birthday on the keypad.

The other looked over at him and stared as the gate opened. “How’d you do that?” “It was my birthday.” they were both a bit dumbfounded by it, but neither of them would be lying if they denied her birthday was also still their phone password.

Once the gate was open enough they ran through it. The once nicely stacked papers were now sprawled around her as her chest slowly rose up and down. Suguru rushed towards the papers, those were finance and he knew she’d be pissed if they flew away. Satoru ran to get the woman off the grass, he mentioned for Suguru to grab her purse and fish out her keys as he carried her to the front door.

“Fucking hell sweetheart, you never fail to get us concerned do you?” Satoru held her tightly as Suguru opened the door with the sixth key he tried. They stared in awe as the lights turned on. Yeah, this is definitely a [Name] house. “Couch?”

“She never liked sleeping on couches, let’s just find her room.”

The two men wandered around the massive house, looking inside every room in the hopes it was her personal bedroom. They stumbled across her office, multiple empty bedrooms–and bathrooms, tons of dead ends, and lots and lots of paintings. But finally when they took one corner it became clear this was where [name] spent most of her time. They opened the biggest door and it revealed a bedroom, adorned with adorable furniture and picture frames, and of course more art. This was definitely her room.

Suguru looked at pictures of a teen [name] with Shoko, next to it stood a picture of Nanami–which didn’t seem to be a very old picture. He saw lots of familiar faces. Even some of Megumi and his friends. In the meantime Satoru had carried her to her bed and laid her down.

“We either wake her up and get yelled at, or we leave her like this and she’ll wake up feeling terrible.” Satoru turned on the light on the nightstand and looked at his best friend.

To be completely honest–they hadn’t known they were in her club tonight. They both knew she owned a chain of clubs, just like how she probably knew about their business. Their surprise to see her had been much alike to [name] except for the hatred. Both of them had said it. That she’d hate them once they left, and she did, they saw the anger this evening. Though it was a surprise she didn’t turn violent, not that [name] was aggressive or anything, but what would any sane person do when they’d see the person who made their life miserable by leaving her alone?

It was probably Toji’s appearance who stopped her from doing that.

“Or we do our best to make her comfortable cause she ain’t gonna be sleeping well in that. If she wakes up we accept the result. If she doesn’t; we leave as quietly as possible and see her tuesday.” Geto proposed and already turned to what he assumed was a walk in closet.

He blindly grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of shorts from a random drawer and walked back out. As the two stood beside the bed looking at the sleeping woman another wave of realization hit them but it soon faded away and they got to action. Sure it was a bit weird they were changing their former best friend's clothes while she was sleeping, but they’d rather have her comfortable rather than ripping an expensive looking dress.

You just do this because you want to make up for the time you lost with her.

It wasn’t the first time they had changed her clothes, saw her naked or passed out. Yet it was a very different situation now. Nine years had passed.

It took them a while, and some whispered curses and confusion of the dress [Name] was wearing later, they stood back and watched as she lay there, sleeping. Satoru had gone to get a clean glass of water for on her bedside while Suguru tucked her into bed.

“You’d definitely have our heads if you knew we were here…” he spoke as he gently lifted her head to get the hair out of her neck. That’s when he realized she also still had make-up on, best leave that for her to do when she wakes up, Suguru thought.

“Scarlett? Scar don’t forget…” Suguru froze as he watched [Name] stir in her sleep. He carefully reached out and placed a hand on her head.

“Go back to sleep, pretty girl.” He closed his eyes, the sound of her voice hadn’t changed, though when they talked earlier it was rougher, there was hatred in her voice. Now her voice was soft and calm, like it had been all those years ago.

They’d spent summers at each other's houses, mostly Satoru’s or [Name]’s, and every morning the boys would hear that soft, whiney, sleepy voice and they’d just melt. Surrender whatever and tickle and smother the girl in hugs and kisses.

Some outsiders called them ‘like siblings’ , some said the three could argue like a married bunch, others said they were invisibly bonded, like a string always connecting them wherever they went, always coming back to each other.

Suguru kneeled beside the bed, looking around the room. Though [Name] may be in her late twenties, the way she decorated her room was still the same as in her high school days. Picture frames with pictures of friends everywhere, posters of shows, bands, movies on the walls. Plants here and there, a pile of laundry on the floor along with some dishes.

Her bedside table adorned a book, a cute lamp Satoru turned on earlier, some flowers, another picture frame with a picture of her with some friends… No, not just some friends.

It was [Name], with Satoru and himself.

Suguru swallowed, he remembered the day that picture was taken all too well. It had been their last first day at Jujutsu High, also known as their first day of senior year. God, they were all young then, Suguru thought. Young and clueless. No idea what was bound to happen not many months later.

Originally the picture was just meant to be of [Name], but the two boys had decided to photobomb, so it was [Name] cutely standing in front of the camera, and then two teenage boys coming up behind her with weird faces. The girl absolutely adored the photo, it had been on her night stand ever since she got the photos back on paper.

Suguru cast his eyes down to the floor before the door opened and Satoru came in, nearly on his tippy toes to try and make as little sound as possible. “Got the water, let’s… what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, let’s get out of here before we wake her up.”

When [Name] woke up the next morning she had zero recollection of what happened after she exited the UBER. To her surprise, she was no longer in her dress, wearing clothes she hadn’t seen in years, ones she tucked away after high school ended and never looked back on.

She noted the freshwater and aspirins on her bedside table. Her dress from the night prior neatly folded and put on her vanity stool.

Odd. She thought as she got up out of bed. She also found her phone on her bedside table, plugged into the charger, on do not disturb. Very odd.

She opened up her phone, seeing hundreds of messages from Scarlett, and as she opened them the woman herself called.

“[Name]? Thank god, are you alright? What were they doing carrying you?” Scarlett immediately bombarded her with questions, and [Name] could not phantom what she was talking about at all.

As Scarlett continued talking [Name] walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror just as Scarlett spoke words she did not want to hear at all.

“What were the owners of S&S Industries doing inside of your house?”

Tuesday rolled around in a haze. The weekend was a blur, [Name] was not prepared for the day to come. This was the exact reason she always had Scarlett make her appointments.

She arrived at the location an hour early, making sure everything looked better than good. It had to be. Her staff had welcomed her with a warm welcome, big smiles and kind words, as always. She told them an important meeting of sorts would be taking place around ten and to be polite, solely to tell them again how important it was.

Out of pure coincidence, Megumi and his friends showed up ten minutes before ten, distracting [Name] from the nerves that were eating away at her. She was sitting down in a booth in the center of the cafe, Nobara and Megumi sitting next to her as Yuji ordered him and his two friends breakfast. It was always nice to have the kids come by, have breakfast with them, today was just really unfortunate.

“You kids will have to pick another table to eat at, yes? I have a meeting here in a bit.” She looked at Megumi, noting how much he looked like his father. Her phone chimed, and the time told her it was a mere five more minutes before she had to face them–sober.

“Business meeting? More locations? Important? Collabs?” Nobara looked at her with big eyes, [Name] adored the younger girl, she reminded her of her younger self a lot, and she guessed Nobara saw her as a big sister, always clinging to her side when the two saw each other.

“Not quite, just… some people from high school, but you have to promise me not to give any weird looks when you see them, okay?”

She looked at them again, their confused looks bringing a nervous smile on [Name] her face as she shooed them away when the door opened.

“Tell your dad I said hi.” she messed up his hair before walking towards the two men in the entrance.

Enough hours were spent trying to come up with what to say at this exact moment, she had so many options, yet none came to mind as she looked up at them.

[Name] looked up at the two men and swallowed, her head felt light as she offered a small smile–already regretting everything.

“Hi, welcome.” she dipped her head out of respect before turning around and mentioning for them to follow her. She spared the kids a look, and as expected they were staring at the trio with big confused eyes. Oh how much they looked like Gojo, Geto and herself when they were younger, and she could only hope they wouldn’t meet the same fate.

Once they were seated in the booth a waiter came by and took their orders, which were still the exact same as a decade ago.

“It’s a nice place you build here.” Geto was the first to speak up.

Hesitantly [Name] looked up at him and smiled, “Paris is even better, bought this old place, renovated it completely but kept the old looks on the inside. It took a while but it’s perfect…” She again looked at the kids, Nobara was already looking at her and offered her a thumbs up. “So, Megs godfather huh?” Gojo met her eyes over his sunglasses he still wore, guilt was evident in them.

He nodded softly, “Yeah… Saved Toji from one of the gangs we got mixed up with, he made me his godfather about a year later. What about you and Toji?”

“Me and Toji? In what way?” She raised her eyebrows, knowing fully well what he meant. “Toji is a family associate, loyal customer, and a great friend. Nothing more. A bit too old for me.”

Silence fell over them again until their drinks arrived. The air was tense, guilt and regret hung in the air as well as sadness and anger. It wouldn’t take much for [Name] to burst out in tears. For the first time in years she was at arms length of her best friends, she looked at them and savored the moment even though they hurt her so badly.

Gojo still stirred sugar through his coffee as he sat in the middle seat, stealing Geto’s small cookie when he wasn't looking. His hair still messy but not messy messy, his undercut now much more noticeable than when they were teens and still those cursed sunglasses that hid his mesmerizing blue eyes.

Grew up to meet the Disney prince standards. [Name] thought.

Geto… His hair was longer, half put up, half falling down his back. He put on more muscle, a small smile still always present on his face, soft and caring eyes staring back at her as she took him in.

Oh fuck.

“You’re staring, doll.”

She flushed, blood rushing to her cheeks as she got caught. She swallowed, saying the first best thing that came to mind.

“It was a real asshole move, you know. Nine years ago. It really fuckin’ hurt and it could’ve been atleast brought to me in a slightly better way.”

You didn’t have to cut me off completely out of nowhere. Was what she meant to say, but she knew the boys got the message already as they dipped their heads.

“It took me four years to stop looking to my sides for either of you, I couldn’t sleep in my family home anymore cause every meter of the premises reminded me of you. I never stopped looking for you in crowds, I never stopped smelling ghosts your scents wherever I went. I never had the nerve to throw out pictures of you, of us. I never changed my phone password, I- I never got over it, over you two.”

[Name] had tears in the corners of her eyes as she grabbed her tea to calm herself. Every inch of her just needed to tell them everything. How she felt, how it hurt. Everything.

Her lips quivered when a hand took her mug out of her hands and arms wrapped around her. The smell of a strong cologne filled her senses and that was all it took for the tears to fall. She was pulled closer until she could feel the material of his sweater on her cheek. Suguru Geto was hugging her for the first time in nine years. A feeling she never thought she’d feel again as she held onto him for dear life.

Somewhere in her mind [Name] remembered what she thought not too long ago. If I stay around them for too long I'll go back to my old self in no time.

“Easy, doll, we’re not going anywhere... Not again.” Suguru whispered softly rubbing soothing circles on her back as he held her close. “It’s okay, shh.”

He slowly rocked them back and forth, locking eyes with Satoru who was having a hard time holding his emotions in check. Gojo also didn’t dare spare the kids not too far away a look, not knowing how’d they react to the scene in front of them.

Carefully Satoru sat up and reached out to [Name], her head still half shielded away by one of Suguru’s hands. When their eyes locked she broke free from the other man and embraced him.

“Always stealing the ladies away from me,”

“Yeah, well, I think there's no more need for other ladies now that we have the best one of all back.”

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at long last.

now working on: sukuna x reader NSFW wink wink

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juleka · 1 year

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Deep End

paring: felix x gn!reader

genre: angst

words: 897

warnings: cheating (your end), toxic relationships(?), mentions of alcohol, hickey mentions, suggestive scene, ghosting, kinda manipulative

A little background, you and Felix had been dating way before his career took off. But, yours took off first. You became this famous model, which made you almost always travel. You’d travel with your modeling agent, which led to you gaining feelings for him. How were you supposed to tell Felix?

“Are you almost ready?” your agent asked you, quickly fixing his tie and collar. While you were messily cleaning up your makeup. “Almost! I thought I told you to go easy on me?! This can be a big hit or miss for the company, if I went to the shoot messily I’d doom us all!” you stated, your skin needed to be flawless, and so did your outfit, no wrinkles were visible. And the makeup on your face was natural enough to seem as if it was actually your blank face.

“Okay, well hurry up. If we’re late that effects whether we get the deal. I don’t want to lose the deal because of something as little as this.”, he said in an annoyed tone. You couldn’t believe it, he did this to you and you’re getting blamed? unbelievable!

*ping!*

Yongbok <3: Hey, where are you right now? I’m not in Korea currently maybe we can meet up?

Yongbok <3: I can see that you read my text, hello?

Yongbok <3: Whatever, I get that you’re busy sorry for bugging you.

read

You didn’t feel bad, you both were busy people. He was in a boy group now and you were a popular model. And maybe, just maybe you forgot to tell him you were in the US for a little, you’re bad. But you weren’t required to tell him everything, whatever!

You guys used to talk all the time. No matter how far you guys were, time difference, anything. It didn’t matter. You’d always pick up the phone, even when you were really tired. Now you guys don’t even hold up one conversation. You’ll just tell him later, after this shoot you’ll tell him where you are.

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You finally finished the shoot, you wanted to hang out with your boyfriend for a little. You loved this new man in your life, your modeling agent. But while walking around the street, you hear someone singing in a bar. This person’s voice so graceful, and filled with sorrow. “Let’s go in here! Please!!!” you begged your boyfriend.

“The way you used to touch my soul, had always kept me whole. You’d always read my texts, and ghost me like you wanted me gone!”

You only heard snippets, your boyfriend was yelling at you, “Jesus isn’t that the one guy from Straykids? Felix was it? Why do you want to see him?” he says in a disgusting tone, laced in venom. It had you frozen in place.

“Lix?” you entered hesitantly and sat on a stool. There he was, gracefully singing a song that seemed to familiar. Not that you’ve heard it, it reminded you of your relationship.

“If you hadn’t changed then I’d still be by your side. If I gave you one last chance can we go back again?”

You suddenly remembered why you loved him. What were you doing to him? Why were you hurting him? He didn’t deserve this. “Felix..”,you called out. Causing him to look in your direction, just to continue singing.

“Honestly, Without you in my life, deep inside I’ve never felt alive.”

He finished off the song, before someone up front started clapping. Who else was there. “Felix where are you going?” you hear another familiar voice, “Just over here”, Felix said.

“Hey y/n”,he says, ignoring the man behind you. “You didn’t tell me you were in the US this time.”, he said calmly, but something about the way he said it made you nervous. You took this opportunity to study his facial features.

His face was flushed red, maybe from the drinking? His freckles very obvious, you had always told him that you loved his freckles. They looked like stars on his face. His eyes were puffy, was he crying? His hair messy, what happened? Lastly, his eye bags, what was keeping him up?

“Felix? What’s happened to you?” you say in a worried tone, caressing his cheek, causing him to close his eyes. He leaned into your touch, his eyes watering. You leaned in to kiss him, and he complied. “What the fuck are you doing. I’m right here.”, you heard your embarrassing fling talk.

For Felix, Seungmin quickly says, “Hey who’s that?” in a more angry tone then you’d like. “He’s my modeling agent, I just got back from a shoot so he’s been with me.”, you state. You wouldn’t be lying, but you still felt guilty. “Then why is there a hickey on your collar bone?” you heard Jisung ask. God you were really trapped now.

“Okay fine. He really is my modeling agent, but also my boyfriend.”, you said, face palming. You looked up at Felix and he was crying. Oh no, what did you do? “I knew it..I just- Why couldn’t you tell me?” he said. Making you feel even more guilty

“I’m sorry Lix! Seriously sorry! I made a mistake! I’m sorry..”, you said, starting to cry. You were caught, but that wasn’t why you were crying. You hurt Felix, and you would never forgive yourself for that.

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pentagonieslut · 1 year

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peaches and cream

inspired by peaches and cream by 112 (look it up if you don't know lol) and many other songs about sex and jealousy lol

inspired by tomorrow (kdrama with rowoon from SF9) and my imagination if lee soo hyuk were to get extremely jealous.

warnings: smut and whatever warnings people add-in like choking. just prepare yourself. i tried bahaha. :)

female anatomy, supernatural

having the ability to see the supernatural was something you were born with. it wasn't like you had a choice, when you were created you were given the ability by the heavens. and naturally, came your daily routines with being able to see the souls, ghosts, demons, and whatnot. including grim reapers. so did the chance to date one. a serious by the book one at that.

putting on your outfit to go shopping (the two piece normani wore in motivation mv with the birth year but instead of the birth year it says hottie), you were excited to go have fun with your friends after several months of stress and being busy. fixing your hair and putting your hoops on, you walked out and screamed in surprise at the tall male in black in front of you. knowing he wouldn't approve of your outfit, you grabbed your bag and shoes and let out a quick 'goodbye' as you scrambled out of the house to escape to your best friend's place. "where do you think you're going?" he called out just as you made it to the elevator and sighed. walking back with a sad sigh, plopping on the couch across from the man who had his arms crossed.

"you do realize that i'm going along since everyone else is bringing their boyfriends too who happen to be my friends, right?" he asked as you smacked your head in disappointment. "i forgot. are you done mentally preparing for our excursion?" you questioned as soo hyuk nodded and glared at your outfit unnoticeably.

meeting up with your friends, you guys immediately entered the large arcade, happily chatting amongst yourselves. "should we go do the dance game first?" one of your friends hanari asked as the rest of you nodded and formed a circle around the machine. as you and hanari went up last after laughing at the failures of your other friends, the two of you stretched quickly before starting to dance.

gaining the attention of other people besides your friends, the two of you continued with their cheers. soo hyuk was sitting with his friends, quickly glancing over at where your group of friends was, going back to playing games on their phones as per their usual warm-up for the games. two guys passed by his table as they talked to each other, mentioning you and your friends. "i would so smash the one in the white two-piece on the right side. she's smoking hot bro. just one glance at her ass and you want her to wet your dick." one of them said as they walked over to the motorcycle racing game.

soo hyuk perked up and took a good look at you, ears turning a slight red from how hot you really looked. sweat on your forehead, messy hair, and the way you moved with your skirt slowly riding up to tease anyone that bent down to pick something up to get a glimpse of your ass.

once you finished, you and your friends went to another game to play, cheering and screaming at one another, having to split into teams in disagreement over which car was sexier. you guys went from game to game, having fun and racking up tickets to cash in later.

taking a break and at the concession counter with your friends, order a variety of snacks for you guys to munch on and talk about your next gameplan, a group of guys came up to y'all, charming all of you and asking if all six of you would be their dance partners for the next dance competition they were holding. agreeing, the six of you agreed to meet up with them at the other side where the rest of the dance games were at.

meeting up with your newly acquainted friends, the twelve of you broke up into partners, determined to win and beat one another. properly introducing yourself to the one whose name you learned as johnny, chatted happily as you prepared to compete. going up on the stage and starting to dance to the song that was playing (have mercy), soo hyuk didn't realize the dance to the song could be any sexier than it already was.

it took him a quarter way through the song to realize you were purposely outdoing yourself with the song, adding extra waves or twerking harder than usual. to say he was turned on was an understatement, he was amused and watched your movements, raising a brow in amusement as he poked his cheek with his tongue, prompting you to keep your antics up.

once you were the final winner and were leaving with your friends, making a promise to hang out with johnny and his friends again next time. "we're going to go ahead and leave early. we've got another event to attend. we had fun, thanks, guys." soo hyuk said as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the car, shoving you in roughly as he got in the driver's side.

"was it fun? pushing my buttons, i mean," he questioned through gritted teeth as he drove off, knuckled gripping the steering wheel harshly. deciding to play innocent and tilt your head to the side, you hummed out. "what do you mean? it was fun at the arcade with them though, i think i danced the shit out of my legs though." you said as innocently as you could, attempting to hide the shit-eating grin on your face. "keep it up and i will break that pussy of yours right now."

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shushiyuii · 2 years

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Atlantic Runaways (Part 7)

A/N: Yaay! Part 7 is out after so long! Took forever but it's here in time! I finished my finals and am ready to write again!

Warnings: Soft vore, Unintentional fear play, Swearing, Fear of death (Kinda?), Violence, Minor injury, Mild angst, Mentions of trauma and neglect and a very exhausted teenager, Also lore

Words: 4.5K+

{…}

“This is absolute bullshit!”, he yelled as he faceplanted into the desk below. Groaning tirelessly, he turned to the nearby cup of coffee that lay on the desk. It was believed to be his fifth cup at this point throughout the night, though he had probably had more.

He gulped down the entire cup, only causing his head to pound as his headache worsened. Everything had become a mess overnight with the amount of research he had been attempting to do.

Pages had been torn and tossed to the floor as Tommy deemed them irrelevant. At this point in time, Tommy had read the entire book at least two or maybe even three times, he couldn’t remember.

‘The relic to turn the tides’, otherwise known as the piece of shit necklace. Tommy spent so long looking into every inch of detail in the words of the book. Only to find nothing.

Notably, though, the artefact was known for its use for “befriending” humans and then luring them into the sea to only betray them and eat them. Pretty terrifying to ask if you were to ask for his opinion, but cool to know anyways.

Besides that, the book also noted that the artefact was ancient in mer history. Which would mean a lot considering the book itself was yellowing at the edges, the pages worn and torn in some places. He could only sigh in annoyance.

The notebook with his “notes” only really had possible theories on possible locations of the artefact and then again, those were based on what Tommy knew (which was practically nothing). To say the least, Tommy felt hopeless.

He had only just found a possible lead, and yet there was absolutely nothing. Even the pointless queries on google didn’t even help. What would Wilbur say? Wouldn’t he be devastated at the possibility of no escape? Tommy couldn’t let that happen, no matter the cost.

Tommy jumped in his seat as the alarm on his phone buzzed to life. He quickly went to investigate as to why; Bringing the blinding light towards his face. Only to find out that it was 6:31 in the morning, which meant he had work.

Tommy forgot it was a work night, didn’t he? Well, wasn’t Tommy a genius staying up all night on a work night of all things! Just had to add salt into the mixture, didn’t they? How was Tommy even supposed to deal with everything currently?

Tommy desperately needed that artefact; he couldn’t let Wilbur down. But what could he do in the meantime? Scuba diving in the afternoon every day until he found one, and use a metal detector on the beach?

No, those wouldn’t work (the second one at least). The best thing he could possibly do was check out every thrift store and antique store he stumbled upon in the meantime. That was the plan anyway.

He stood up from his chair, feeling his bones pop back into place after so long of sitting down and the tension of his shoulders easing. It almost felt like a relief, he definitely wasn’t staying up all night like that again for a while.

Leaving his bedroom towards the bathroom, turned on the lights and looked at himself in the mirror for what felt like forever. To say the least, he wasn’t entirely pleased to see the bags under his eyes and messy hair.

Wilbur would definitely be worried once he saw Tommy. He sighed, shaking his head as he turned on the cold water of the tap, using it to freshen himself up. It was going to be a very long day.

{…}

“Order for Tommy!”, the barista called. Tommy sighed as he approached the counter, finally able to get another intake of caffeine with a less likely chance of falling asleep on the railway. Though he couldn’t help but sympathise with the barista, the poor guy sounded as tired as Tommy.

He thanked the guy for his drink, leaving some change in the tip jar as he walked towards the exit. He just simply had to head to work as normal, nothing bad could possibly go wrong, after all-

“Oh! Apologises fellow human! - I mean person! Sorry!”, the individual put his hands in surrender after stabling Tommy’s balance. Tommy groaned as he rubbed his head from almost colliding with the person, he really couldn’t handle anything at this time of morning.

“It’s okay, just try to be careful next time.”, Tommy reassured the now very suspicious-looking individual. Said individual was wearing a Hawaiian shirt at 8 am with a mask and sunglasses. Honestly though, who wore those kinds of clothes at this time in the morning?

Wait, did he say human or something? He couldn’t remember. Too tired.

“Ranboo! Stop taking advantage of your long legs! You know I can’t run as fast!”, that was a strangely familiar voice… Was that Tubbo?

Said best friend then appeared from around the corner of the building, looking as piper as always. Dressing much more casually compared to his fellow companion, Ranboo was it? Tubbo shared an annoyed glance at Ranboo.

Which then turned into a smile as he turned to look at Tommy.

“Tommy! Hey!”, he greeted Tommy with a hug. Typically, Tubbo wasn’t quite the morning person, quite the opposite. So, count Tommy’s surprise when he saw his best friend awake and happy at 8 am.

“Hey Tubbso”, his voice wasn’t as enthusiastic as it normally would be. And so, he ruffled the shorter one’s hair. Though, it didn’t take long for his best friend to immediately notice what was up.

“You look like shit, what’s up?”, Tubbo asked as he titled his head in concern. Tommy was quick to put up his one hand in surrender. Tubbo’s expression narrowed as he leaned in a bit closer to Tommy’s personal space.

“It’s nothing! Just stayed up all night- for some reason I can’t really say in front of people”, Tommy winked in hopes of Tubbo getting the hint. It took a second as Tubbo became confused before he realised what Tommy was hinting at, nodding in understanding.

The stranger beside them then brought up a finger to question what was going on between the two, only to gain a very tired and annoying glare from Tommy. Only for Tubbo to intervene as he spoke.

“Tommy, this is Ranboo. Ranboo meet Tommy, my best friend! Tommy, please don’t kill Ranboo.”, Tubbo warned Tommy as he was aware of what the boy could do… Ranboo looked as though he was about to question the warning…

Only for Tommy to realise that he was going to be late.

“Shit, I’m gonna be running late for work! I’ll see you guys later!”, Tommy quickly ended the conversation before running full speed ahead towards the train station.

{…}

Gripping the train pole, he couldn��t help but feel frustrated at public transportation. All other seats had been occupied by other passengers, leaving a very tired Tommy to try and keep up his balance as the train zoomed down the railway.

Maybe he should’ve just asked his father for a ride? But then again, his father had already done so much for him lately, that he didn’t want to annoy him even further (even if his father wouldn’t even mind).

His anxiousness grew with the passing second as he grew closer to the waterpark. He was definitely looking forward to seeing Wilbur again, but then the other day how he treated Wilbur was getting on his nerves.

He was far too selfish that day, pushing Wilbur away like that. Though, he couldn’t help but also feel suspicious of himself; it felt as though two sides of himself were conflicting for whatever reason. It felt odd and confusing.

Which Tommy could only conclude was probably his mer side or something? Ever since he had met Wilbur, a lot of things had changed for Tommy during that time. His emotions to be more specific.

Maybe being around another mer was making him behave much more like a mer?

“Next stop, L’manburg Waterpark”, it appeared it wouldn’t be too long until he arrived to work and had to face the inevitable.

It really didn’t help that Wilbur didn’t really believe Tommy either, simply putting aside his concerns to not agitate himself further. He took another sip of his coffee, only to find that the cup was nearly empty.

Groaning in annoyance, it was going to take up a lot of energy to keep up his usual attitude. As long as Wilbur didn’t get even more worried about him.

The bus came to a sudden halt, causing Tommy to scream as he fell to the ground. Before quickly standing up and getting off the bus, thanking the driver in the process. Maybe he should apologise to Wilbur?

{…}

Closing the enclosure door with a sigh, it was finally time to see Wilbur again. Although anxious, he couldn’t help but feel his excitement build-up at seeing his brother- best friend. Best friend.

As he turned around, only the still water greeted him. Strange, he’s pretty sure he told Wilbur that he was working today, didn’t he? Or was the mer simply still sleeping? That was the more likely solution, Wilbur did prefer to stay underneath the water.

He stepped towards the pool, kneeling as he tried to look down into the depths of the water, hoping to see any sort of shadow from the mer below.

Only for the water to come flying over him. One second, he was dry, the next he was completely drenched in water. He coughed out some water that had gotten caught in his throat, opening his eyes to catch the sight of a brown tail dipping into the water.

Of course, Wilbur had been the one to drench him in water first thing in the morning.

“Wilbur! What the fuck man!”, he cursed out loud. Tommy then dipped his feet into the freezing cold water, how did Wilbur even sleep in there? Speaking of the devil, the mer then emerged from the surface, making his grand entrance.

“Good morning, Toms! Did I scare you?”, the mer smirked as he leaned in closer towards Tommy, casually leaning his elbow to the side. His sharp fangs were on full display with a mischievous grin, what did Wilbur have planned this time?

“Not really, it’s not the first time you’ve done it”, Tommy scoffed playfully. Things were surprisingly okay thus far; it seems Tommy’s act was actually working quite a bit. Wilbur only hissed playfully in response.

“Yeah, okay then. Now hand over the food, gremlin. I’m hungry.”. Tommy rolled his eyes, before standing up and going towards the locker that usually contained a bunch of fish for Wilbur. Finding quite a bit of fish, he picked up what he could in a bucket and brought it to Wilbur.

Wilbur opened up his mouth like routine, his tongue drawing close to Tommy. He couldn’t help but feel a small amount of anxiousness run down his back as he thought he could’ve been eaten for a second.

Tommy sat down on the tiled floor, grabbing a few fish from the bucket and placing it in Wilbur’s mouth. Wilbur’s mouth suddenly snapped shut, causing Tommy to yelp and flinch back by accident. He wasn’t expecting himself to flinch like that.

Wilbur’s expression was quick to turn to one of concern, bringing a claw to shelter Tommy from the outside world as he leaned in closer (It reminded him of when Wilbur had comforted him after the other incident).

He looked as though he was about to speak before his eyes narrowed as he looked over Tommy suspiciously. Tommy’s nerves could be felt crawling up his back as he tried to avoid Wilbur’s concerned look.

“Toms, why do your eyes look so different? Is everything okay? Are you sick?”, Wilbur panicked. Tommy sighed as he put his hands up in surrender, leaning into Wilbur’s touch whilst doing so.

“Sorry Wil, I just stayed up all night. Nothing to worry about!”, Tommy was quick to reassure Wilbur, but he didn’t look too convinced.

“Are you sure there’s nothing’s wrong?”, the guilt from the other day returned. Tommy was quick to try and respond but ultimately came out with nothing. A moment of awkward silence was shared between the two.

“I’m sorry Wil, It’s fine. I’ve just been really worried about the escape plan, if anything were to go wrong or something- I couldn’t- “, Tommy was quick to hold back his own tears. Wilbur was quick to scoop up the boy in his claws.

His clawed thumb was brought towards his cheek, rubbing it soothingly. Tommy made eye contact with Wilbur, meeting his own guilty glance.

“Oh- Little pup… Listen, as much as I’d love to leave this place. I don’t want you to overwork yourself so much, you’re already doing so much for me, and I couldn’t thank you enough. So please, don’t stress yourself out over it, okay?”.

Tommy only responded with a nod, though he made sure Wilbur was able to see the smile on his face. Wilbur was quick to return it with his own shoulder, ruffling Tommy’s hair in the process. Tommy relaxed into the touch, letting out a yawn in the process.

“Sleepy, little pup?”, Wilbur whispered with a hint of tease as he noticed the boy’s eyes droop ever so slightly. The boy responded with a yawn, too tired to give a cohesive response. Wilbur was quick to gently bring the boy closer to his mouth.

Carefully bringing out his tongue to not alert Tommy again (he didn’t want the boy to flinch again), nudging the boy onto it. Tommy finally seemed to realise what the going on as he sat up onto Wilbur’s claw.

“Wil? What are you-“, he cut himself off when he noticed what Wilbur had been attempting to do. Rolling his tired eyes, he reluctantly allowed Wilbur to continue as he leaned back onto the tongue. A grin grew on Wilbur’s face.

Tommy was gently placed onto Wilbur’s tongue as he was brought into his mouth, a couple of licks to prep Tommy for the way down. It wasn’t long until Wilbur had swallowed and stored Tommy in his brooding pouch.

Wilbur brought a hand over his stomach as he felt Tommy leaning into the pouch’s walls, chirping happily. He then dove back into the water.

Before Tommy completely slipped into sleep mode, a buzz from his phone snapped him awake. Quickly bringing out his phone, he read the text message from Tubbo.

‘Hey, big man! Want to hang out with Ranboo and me tomorow?’.

‘Yeah, but why do we have to bring Ranboob?’, Tommy responded. He didn’t quite want a stranger, much less a very suspicious one to come along with them.

‘If Ranboo doesn’t come, then I won’t go’.

‘Fine’, Tommy responded with reluctance as he leaned in closer to the wall. Wilbur was quick to respond with some rubs, Tommy then soon fell asleep.

{…}

“Thanks for the ride, Dad!”, Tommy stretched as he promptly exited the car. His father soon exited the car to join him, looking cheerful whilst also having a somewhat worried glance on his face.

“No problem, mate. You okay after yesterday though?”, his father ruffled his hair. He had told his father everything after he came to pick him up late yesterday. Tommy nodded with a smile to assure his father.

After spending the night with Wilbur, a fair amount of weight had been lifted from his shoulders after Wilbur’s reassurances. And now, he felt as though the plan could be taken a bit lighter, as he had been a bit extreme, to begin with.

Just for now, it was time to have fun as Tommy spotted his friend and suspicious associate known as Ranboob. He wasn’t sure whether he could trust the guy, perhaps today would be the day he could prove himself.

“You’ll be sleeping at Tubbo’s tonight, right?”, that was the arrangement. Hang around town for a while and then head home to Tubbo’s for the night.

“Yep! I’ll see you around, alright Dadza?”, his father couldn’t help but laugh at the nickname, giving a reassuring smile before turning back to the car. He waved as his father drove out of the parking lot.

Then Tommy turned around towards his companions and walked towards them.

“Hey, Tubbo! Hi, Ranboob? Was it?”, Tommy greeted with much more energy than the last time they had encountered. Tubbo simply shook his head in disapproval, annoyed at Tommy’s attempts of harassing Ranboo.

“Hey, Tommy! And it’s Ranboo by the way, not Ranboob”, Tommy only grinned playfully in response. Tubbo could only sigh, it was going to be a long day. A very long day if he was going to have to deal with Tommy acting like this

{…}

“What’s that?”, Ranboo gestured towards a display of socks within a clothes shop. He appeared to be pointing towards a specific pair of fluffy socks, one a bright neon orange, the other a bright green. An odd combination to say the least.

Ranboo looked as if he was in love with the pair of socks. All the while Tubbo looked as though he was pale as a ghost. Tommy could look at Ranboo in pure confusion, confused at the fact that he seemed to be in such awe that he questioned the existence of a pair of socks.

Ranboo looked back towards them in excitement, before turning to realisation as he looked towards Tubbo. Who had a look of ‘we need to talk’ as Tubbo quickly grabbed Ranboo’s hand and dragged him around the corner.

“Be right back, Tommy!”. That was odd.

It wasn’t long before the two of them returned and dragged Tommy into the clothing shop, buying him the pair of socks he wanted. He was quick to change into his pair of socks. Tommy had to admit that Ranboo had a really weird clothing style.

But at the same time, it’s also funny.

The three soon exited the shop and walked along the street, it wasn’t long before Tubbo found a shop he was interested in. Leaving Ranboo and Tommy alone together, in quite a bit of awkwardness.

It was then Tommy spotted an antique shop and dragged Ranboo along with him inside, because if he didn’t, Tubbo would definitely kill him. Ranboo looked confused to be in the antique shop, looking at all sorts of cups, plates and other things.

“Hey Tommy, what are we doing here?”, Ranboo asked as he picked up a fancy looking vase. But Tommy wasn’t paying attention, only searching the displays for the artefact. But as he looked further, nothing was resembling what he saw in the book.

Tommy frowned and let out a sigh of annoyance, Ranboo joined at his side in concern, gently placing a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy was quick to jump and look at Ranboo with a glare as he went to shout, but he was cut off by Ranboo.

“You okay? Were you looking for something? You look disappointed-“, Ranboo expressed his concerns. Well, that was nice of Ranboo. The entire time that they had been here, he had only been treating Ranboo like shit, but Ranboo was still being nice.

Maybe Ranboo wasn’t as bad as Tommy thought he was. Wait, how was he supposed to respond? Tell Ranboo he needed an ancient mer artefact? He hadn’t even told Tubbo he needed the necklace in the first place!

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for the concern, Ranboo but I just lost something. It got stolen a little while ago, thought I might’ve found it here, so it was worth a try…”, Although a lie, it still held genuine emotion as he was disappointed, there wasn’t an artefact.

But what was he expecting? It was certainly rare after all.

“Oh, I’m sorry it’s not here. And hey! You called me Ranboo! That’s a first”, Tommy was quick to retaliate, spitting out playful insults as they left the store. Only to encounter Tubbo waiting outside for them, with a smile on his face.

“Are you guys finally getting along?”.

{…}

The day went by fairly quickly after that. Ranboo was still quite an oddball, but Tommy was getting used to it at this point. The three of them had some food, caused a bit of chaos like usual and were ready to head home at this point.

It was time to head home as the light skies had turned dark. The streets were unnaturally quiet as everyone had left for the day and all the stores were closed. The three boys waited for the bus to arrive but would be some time before it came.

Tommy and Tubbo kept up a casual conversation to fill up the silence, although Ranboo seemed to be on edge about something. Looking around frantically in what seemed to be a panic.

“Hey Ranboo, everything alright?”, Tommy playfully nudged Ranboo’s shoulder. Ranboo was quick to react as he was quick to grab Tommy’s arm in a tight grip, before quickly letting go with an apology.

“Sorry, just something feels off…”. And it appeared that Ranboo’s suspicions were right…

Because as soon as Ranboo and Tommy were to turn a blind eye to Tubbo, some guy had come up from behind them and grabbed Tubbo. Tubbo was quick to scream as he was taken off his feet and held in a tight grip…

Tubbo screamed as he squirmed in the man’s grip, the man attempted to stop Tubbo’s yells by harshly covering his mouth. But Tubbo’s movements caused the man to fail in his attempts, and ultimately resulted in him getting punched in the face…

“Tubbo!”, Tommy called out for him. But Tubbo didn’t respond as he laid limply in the man’s grip, he had been knocked out. In anger, Tommy was quick to run toward the man in Tubbo’s defence, raising his fist as he aimed for his face…

But it appeared the man wasn’t alone as another person appeared from behind Tommy, socking Tommy in the cheek. Tommy collided with the floor, only to be met by a kick to the stomach as the pain quickly rose to his chest…

Tommy wasn’t going to easily give up though, getting up for Tubbo’s defence. But the guy that had taken him down quickly grabbed him as he was too slow to dodge, rendering him practically useless…

Tommy squirmed in the tight hold, but it was no use as he was no match for the guy…

“Ranboo! Behind you!”, Tommy was quick to warn him of the impending danger. Another guy tried to grab Ranboo but luckily, Ranboo was able to dodge as he stumbled onto the floor. Ranboo panickily looked around before his eyes settled on Tubbo.

Ranboo’s panicked face becomes unclear as he stares down Tubbo… Before his expression turned to one of rage… Another guy was about to attack him, but a loud growl caught the guy off guard, causing him to hesitate.

That was enough of an opportunity for Ranboo’s hand that had now turned into a sharp claw and swing at the guy in a fury, the guy screamed as he dodged Ranboo’s attack.

“Quickly! Take him down!”, the guy that held Tubbo yelled out. Ranboo only hissed in response, falling to the ground as his legs morphed into a gigantic tail. Tommy fell to the floor as the guy let Tommy go out of fear.

But Tommy couldn’t help but stare at Ranboo as he was no longer human, he was a mer. Although on land, he swiftly manoeuvred his tail to shelter Tubbo’s unconscious body. Hissing furiously at anyone who approached them.

He wasn’t as big as Wilbur, much smaller than him, about three to four times bigger than Tommy. Still fairly large though. And the men finally seemed caught up as they all panicked, realising it was a dangerous mer in front of them.

They all screamed and ran away like pussies.

After all the men disappeared, Ranboo was quick to scoop up Tubbo; Scanning over him like a frantic mother, chirping worriedly as he looked around for injury. After only finding a bruise on his forehead and seeing him breathing, Ranboo finally calmed down.

Tommy was quick to snap out of his trance, quickly running towards the two to check up on Tubbo himself.

“Holy shit! Tubbo! Ranboo! Are you both okay?”, he soon joined their side. The silts of Ranboo’s eyes narrowed in alert for a moment before realising it was just Tommy, his friend. Ranboo was quick to check over Tommy himself.

“I’m fine, Tubbo is too. Are you okay though? You don’t look too good”, Tommy was quick to give a reassuring smile. Before his eyes turned to shock in realisation at the fact that Ranboo was a mer right in front of him.

And he wore a necklace, it was the artefact. He’d have to talk to Ranboo about the artefact later. Though it seemed Ranboo had just realised that he had just revealed to Tommy that he was a mer.

“Also, I can explain everything-“, Ranboo despite being a giant mer, was acting as though he was in his human form. He was as anxious as always.

“It’s fine Ranboo, we’ll talk later. But, right now, we just gotta head back.”, Ranboo nodded in response as he looked over himself and Tubbo, who was just waking up himself. Groaning as he sat up on Ranboo’s hand.

“Hey guys, is everything okay?-“, he cut himself off as Tubbo looked around. Seeing Ranboo in his mer form and an injured Tommy. He was quick to piece the pieces of the puzzle together, sighing in relief.

“Okay, Ranboo go back to human form, and we’ll head home.”.

{…}

The three of them had settled down after everything that had happened during the long day, with Tubbo being the first to fall asleep, sprawled out all over his bed with a blanket barely covering him. Though, Tommy and Ranboo continued to talk.

“So that’s how you two met? Through a surfing competition?”, Tommy let out a laugh at the context. Quite the story of how the two of them had met.

“Yep! Anyways you want to talk about something? You look like you want to get something off your chest there.”, Tommy's eyes widened as he had been caught red-handed.

“Well… There is something…”, Tommy let out a sigh as he explained practically everything to Ranboo. Once he had finished, Ranboo was quick to sympathise with him.

“Well, you did try to protect me and Tubbo and you barely knew me. Not only that but your friend does need help, and I’d be happy to lend you my necklace, as long as you bring it back.”, Ranboo clutched the artefact to his chest.

“I promise! I’ll bring it back as soon as I can! Tubbo will make sure of it! Thank you! Thank you so much, Ranboo!”, Tommy was quick to hug Ranboo with tears in his eyes. Ranboo hugged him back.

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