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jackie5656 · 1 year

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Compromise With; Anthony Lockwood

A/N: An anon requested angst, and who would I be not to deliver? This one took a while, apologies for the wait. Thank you so much for all the recent love, it means so much. I hope you enjoy.

TW: Descriptions of injury, arguing, suicidal ideation(?), Lockwood being a self-absorbed prick :)

Summary: The one where you and Anthony are at odds, and there seems to be little room for reconciliation.

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Lockwood isn’t accustomed to your anger.

Well...That’s not entirely true. You have a bit of a short fuse, sometimes. Accustomed to your occasional irritance, sure. He fancies teasing you, pushing your buttons for the sake of admiring the way your nose scrunches up, how you huff that ever-stubborn strand of hair from your vision.

This, though. Whatever this is, it’s different. You’re practically seething as you search around the lamp-lit kitchen. Booming thunder and relentless London rain the only noise accompanying your movement. That and the boot shackled around your left foot, which thumps pitifully as you rummage the first aid kit. He feels like a disobedient child sat in the headmistress’ office. Ragged hair still damp from the rain after a grueling mission. One that’s left a nasty gash across his forearm, having been forced into a picture frame in the midst of fighting a vengeful type two.

George and Lucy had long gone off to bed. A brisk debrief over a final cup of tea before slugging off to their respective bedrooms. Luckily, your bastard of a boyfriend had suffered the only injury. You’d missed all the action considering your current state, though that hadn’t ceased the fierce beating of your heart as you slumped into the seat in front him. Drawing the oil lamp nearer for better light as you motion for his arm. He obeys immediately, silently, face pulled with the kind of tension only present when he’s really worried.

Good. You honestly hope he’s terrified. Serves him right. Your tense mood is not only due to his ailment, but the lingering frustration from your argument earlier in the evening.

**************

“Absolutely not. You’re not coming along on any missions ‘til that boot is off.”

“Anthony, I’ll be alright. I’ve been getting around the house just fine so far!” “You shouldn’t even be on it as much as have been.” He’s got the audacity to scoff, almost amused. “More stress will only make the healing process longer.” You cross your arms, looking toward your bag-clad friends for support.

“We should check on the cab.” Lucy offers a tight-lipped smile as George nods, ushering her out the front door before you can direct your anger toward them.

“You said yourself this case is going to be especially touch sensitive. That the client reported how evasive the problem was. Sight and sound won’t be as useful.”

“Precisely. Perfect that George is coming along, yes?” Your eyes narrow at his condescension, you’d grown tired of his babying ever since your incident two cases ago. It felt like ages since you’d been in the field.

“George will be too preoccupied with all the evidence! I won’t even go further than a few feet from the threshold. Just let me get a feel of things so I can-”

“I said no, y/n. It’s final.”

“Says who?”

“Says the leader of this company.” You choke a laugh, tossing your bag onto the floor with a heavy thud.

“Right, yes. The one who makes all the calls?”

“Sounds about right.” His brown eyes narrow in challenge, frustrated you’re failing to understand he’s only trying to keep you safe.

“Same one who made the call we go into the Hope residence without well-rounded research? The case we rushed into without enough information and it ended with me on house arrest?” It’s a low blow, undoubtedly. A twinge of wounded guilt flashes across his face before the venom seeps back in. Lump in his throat burning horribly before he swallows it to dissipation.

“Same one who knows if things go South this time ‘round you’ll only slow us down.” Your stomach twists with the distaste in his tone, vision blurring with tears as he turns toward the door. Jumping as it slams shut and takes him with it.

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“Won’t need stitches.” You note simply, surveying the wound gently. He nods, shoulders straightening in preparation for the oncoming pain. “Still some glass debris, I’ll have to take it out.” He’s lucky, from what it looks like the gash could have been much worse.

“I can manage it just fine on my own.” You bite your tongue. In the year’s biggest plot twist, Anthony Lockwood insists on suffering alone in lieu of his own pride.

“You can’t. You’re not risking any more damage to the arm that wields your rapier. Just let me.” He doesn’t listen, of course. Pinching the tweezers in his grasp and looming forward to get a better look. Dizzying at the sight, he’s not strong enough to prohibit you from taking them back. Pushing at his shoulder so he’ll relax against the chair.

It’s not your typical bedside manner. Usually when injuries happen its gentle touches and muttered sorries or other affections. Soft and kind.

The intruding thought pulls Lockwood’s frown deeper. The throbbing in his arm practically minuscule to the war zone in his mind. It’s awful...He misses you and yet you’re a mere foot away.

His fist clenches as the tweezers near his skin once more, hand taking hold of your wist to cease the uncontrollably trembling of your appendage.

“Love-”

“Shush, I can do it.” You take a deep breath. Wordlessly combatting your conflicting emotions with slow, calculated inhales. You’re an agent. You’ve trained for this. Though the textbooks help little with the patching up tactics when it’s someone you love, when you’re at such odds.

You approach again, steady this time. He sucks his teeth at the particularly intricate extractions, but remains still for you. You move with as much efficiency as possible. Trying to remove the person from the wound, just as the books suggest. Though it’s nearing impossible with his eyes trained on you. Trying to steal every thought from your mind as if they’re his own.

When you’re applying sterile gauze after thorough disinfection, he finds the courage to speak.

“Thank you.” He clears his throat after it falters...From emotion or lack of use, you aren’t sure. Doesn’t matter, honestly. You’re still keen on grilling him.

“George said you followed it up the stairs without telling him and Luce.”

“I was in a hurry. Wouldn’t have found its’ source in time if I hadn't.” You don't event try to conceal the roll of your eyes. Anger sinking back in as you collect the wrappers on the table and toss them into the bin.

“So you’re allowed to be reckless on the job as long as nobody else is?”

“Reckless. I’d argue, is an exaggeration.”

“Exaggeration? Christ, you’re impossible.”

“Yeah?” He stands as you do, holding his wounded arm to his stomach as he leans against the counter. “How’s that?”

“You’re fine with breaking protocol so long as you’re the one doing it. Putting yourself at risk any chance you get without a second thought. It’s maddening!”

“And how do you suppose you got yourself in that boot?”

“Not by beckoning death! Mine was an accident, Anthony. I swear, sometimes it’s like you want to get yourself killed!”

“You don’t-”

“No! I’m not finished.” You step toward him, jabbing a finger into his chest to accentuate your wrath. “You have people depending on you. People that care about you, love you to bits. And you’d rather spend the better half of missions taunting death than preventing it. If you wanted to be so fucking careless, you shouldn’t have made me fall in love with you. Now here we are, both vexed and in varying casts because of you can’t seem to understand the sanctity of your own life.”

He knew that much had been true. Lockwood would risk just about anything in a case so long as it granted him victory. Hadn’t that been in the fine print, though? Guaranteed in this line of work? So long as you were granted this talent, this curse, you had a responsibility to utilize it to the best of its ability.

“Sweetheart.” It’s strained, nearly a beg with the amount of exhaustion ridden in his tone. “We can continue this tomorrow. Let’s go to bed, please.”

“I can’t,” his knuckles go white with their grip on the cold countertop as you hurriedly wipe at your eyes. “I can’t go to bed angry with you.”

“Then don’t.” He takes one, two careful strides toward you. Fingers pinching at your elbow in an attempt to satisfy the burning need to hold you. “Let’s forgive each other for the next seven hours. Then you can go on hating me, okay?” You huff a laugh, forehead instinctively pressing to his chest. He bathes in it as long as you’ll allow, pulling back seconds later and headed toward your room with him in tow.

********

Anthony’s eyes follow your frame as you approach the stove. Taking the cup of tea he’s prepared for you and taking your usual seat between him and George. He pushes your chair out with his foot to allow you easier access, nudging a plate of buttered toast your way. It’s not an apology, not even an olive branch. Lockwood simply refuses to cease these small acts of service no matter how angry you are with one another. It’s practically instinctual at this point, second nature. His brows furrow when you let out a relieved exhale once sat. Joining along your accomplices’ conversation about your ongoing case he’s drowned out momentarily in order to observe you.

“It hurts, doesn't it,” he unknowingly interrupts George’s spiel, “your foot.”

“Only a bit. Just this morning.” It’s a meek defense. An evident dismissal so as not to prove his bench-warming call the right one.

“You’ve been on it too much.”

“It’s fine, I’m fine.”

“You’re not. And if you had just listened-”

“Are we really starting this up again, right here?” Your eyes bore daggers into his frame. Doing your best to conceal your rage in leui of your dear bystanders beside you. Theres a few beats of silence, a moment of peace before the sorry fuck plates the nail in the coffin.

“George, any word of upcoming cases? The sooner we leave for the day, the better.” Your chair scrapes against the hardwood as soon as he’s finished, silverware trembling as you force yourself upward.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” It’s practically a whisper, ridden with rage and overwhelming upset. His brown eyes meet yours, cold and distant. Completely unfamiliar.

“So you like to think.” He quips, eyes following your form as you exit the kitchen twice as quick as you came in. There’s silence again, impossibly more awkward than before.

“Dick move, Lockwood.”

“Stay out of it, Luce.”

“She’s right. Real dickish move there.”

“George-”

“Right. Staying out of it.”

*******

Lockwood prides himself for a lot of things. Communication, definitively, has never been one of them.

How’s he supposed to explain it’s easier to put himself in front of the all the danger you face? That the rest of you need each other much more than you need him.

That he’d rather die than lose someone again.

He’s quiet as he creeps in, the usual love-lorn quip forgotten as he enters your shared bedroom. You’d been laying in bed, had been since breakfast. You weren’t usually one to sulk, but you were still in pain and definitely still angry. At your boyfriend, this damned boot, the world.

“Word is your boyfriend’s been a right prick, lately. I’m hoping this can be my opportunity to stake my claim. If you’re cutting him out, that is.” He’s kneeling at the bedside, chin pressing into his forearms as he supports his head. You can feel his heat from here, hate how it weakens your cold resolve. His fingertip traces the skin on your back where your shirts ridden up, a ghost of a small passing his lips when you shudder. You’re pulling up the duvet, ceasing his touch while a trace of you wishes it hadn’t.

You can’t see any hint of amusement leave his features. The dim of his eyes and the stutter of his heart. He swallows, subconsciously shuffling nearer. The need to be close growing tenfold.

“Lovely, will you look at me?” Lockwood can’t help but cringe at how desperate it sounds. Whispered, rushed, fragile. Every indication he cares much more than he’s used to.

He almost wishes he had’t asked. Dread consuming him when you turn to face him, tear stained cheeks and blotchy eyes. Lashes stuck together with moisture, blinking slow and strained. “Darling.” Is all he can manage, wounded and hushed. It makes you want to cry even more.

“Why can’t you see I’m worried about you?” You croak out, voice strained and scratchy. His knuckles brush the moisture from under your eyes, brows furrowed with an expression you can’t quite read.

“I do.” He wets his lips, “I see that.” An implication of I see you and I’m sorry. He’s never been good at apologies, but this time you need one. You need something, anything more than the breadcrumbs he drops. The urge to invite him in plagues your mind, broken expression tugging at your heart strings. You know better than to brush this one off, it’ll only have the same conflict arising again and lead to resentment. The realization reforms the burning lump in your throat, vision blurring with fresh tears.

“I just-we need space.” Don’t we? Lockwood rears back, mustering up resolve he doesn’t have. You don’t mean indefinitely, you don’t mean a breakup, he knows that. Doesn’t make the words burn any less.

“Okay, fine then.” If that’s what you really want.

He’s grabbing the dog-eared magazine at your bedside before you can say anything else. He hesitates at the door knob, begging to force himself to turn around and plead. Anthony Lockwood’s ego is somewhere near the sun, but its no match for how he feels about you.

*******

You know when you suddenly become conscious of blinking? And it starts to feel a little odd, manual instead of automatic? You can almost forget what it was like to not have to consciously do it...

Breathing is kind of like that too

At least, that’s what Lockwood thinks when he’s sure he’s suffocating.

His heart thrums so roughly against his chest he’s sure it’ll burst. He wonders who’d find him, huddled in the corner of the library. Cold and lifeless. He must be trembling, it feels as though the whole ground is vibrating, or-sinking. Swallowing him entirely.

Then there was the pounding. His head, yes. There’s a dull throbbing at the base of his skull. But this is different. A rhythmic thumping approaching. Closing in on him, eager to push him into the sinking floor to meet his imminent demise.

You’re in the kitchen. Leaning over the sink, eyes trained on the tap filling up your glass. The bed feels empty without him. And sure, you’d probably sent a clear ‘fuck off to the couch’ message with your latest conversation...But it hadn’t made falling asleep without him any easier.

You’re taking a deep breath in, preparing for a right pitiful sigh when you hear it. Some sort of squeaking. Your head cocks to the side, discarding the glass in search of its origin. Surely one of the sources wasn’t acting up, that’d be right terrifying when you’re alone. It leads you toward the study, louder and more frequent as you draw closer.

It’s when you cross the threshold do you see him. Tall frame curled into the corner as hiccuped gasps rack his frame.

He scoots impossibly closer to the wall as you approach. Dropping to your knees and lifting his face to study him. A foreign sheen of panic clouds over his eyes, sending your stomach turning.

“Anthony, it’s me. I’m here, I’m right here.”

You’ve coached him through as many panic attacks as he’s allowed throughout the years. The first time, in academy, you were sure he was choking. A plate of biscuits strewn over the floor as he gasped for breath.

They’re unpredictable, no matter how many times you’ve handled them. He needs something different almost every time to snap him out of it. Though it’s mostly physical touch.

“C-cant breathe.” Your boot thumps as you draw closer, eliciting another wince from him. Clutching into the fabric of his shirt as if trying to pull it free. You undo his tie and the first couple buttons, grabbing at the sides of his face in a desperate attempt to get him to focus on you.

“Anthony please, listen to me. I’m going to try something. If you don’t like it you just push at me, alright?” A curt, gasping nod in understanding before you’re enveloping him in an embrace. Squeezing so tight you can feel his panicked heart thrumming against your chest. It makes you want to cry and scream and hold him even tighter. Willing his pain away with all of your might.

It’s not working this time ‘round. He can’t seem to collect himself despite your efforts. You pull away, fearing your persistence will only send him further spiraling. But he’s tugging you to him again. Arms tight around your waist as he buries himself into your neck.

“Dont. D-don’t go. Don’t leave.” The usual cool and collected tone is manipulated to something unrecognizable. Rasped and unsure.

It’s then you remember the look in his eyes when you’d dismissed him. The abandonment he’s feared his entire life. The little boy who forced himself to stay awake all those lonely nights, just in case he heard the lock turn and the front door open to bring them home. His adamant refusal to ignore your connection for years in lieu of protecting his broken heart.

“Hey, look at me.” You’re pulling him back by the sides of his hide, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Lockwood, I’m not going anywhere. Doesn’t matter how angry I am,” you wince when he hiccups a sob. “Doesn’t matter how much you try to push me away.” He shakes his head, something short of a disbelieving chuckle passing his trembling lips. “I’m not leaving. I’m staying right here. With you, always. You understand?” He manages to nod, an inkling of solace flashing across his form.

“Just breathe, Anthony. In…and hold…and out”

Your words sound a mantra in his mind. Your scent flooding his senses, skin on his bringing him back to reality. A morsel of relief prodding its way in as you caress the sides of his face and up into his hair.

“I’m sorry.” He swallows, focusing on formulating the words. “I know I haven’t said it. Never say it enough.” Shaky arms wrap tighter around your waist, keeping you close. Afraid you’ll disappear despite your affirmations.

“Consider yourself forgiven.” You bite back a smile when the tension unknowingly spills out of his body. Frame drooping with undoubted relief at the simple words. “I love you. Even when you’re a right prick.”

“I know.” He pulls you so you’re between his legs. Your back against his bent appendage and your own pair over his other outstretched one. Right side of your body pressing against his chest. You try to push away, unable to fight his affections off despite his weakened state.

“See? Right prick, you are.”

“Shush. You know bloody well I love you.” He presses a kiss to your temple, smoothing over your hair and gaging your reaction. Still catching his breath from before. “I know I don’t say that enough either.” He’s quiet then, brown eyes looking to yours with such sincerity your breath catches in your throat. “I’d do anything for you, you know that.”

“That’s sort of what I’m afraid of, if you don’t recall.” You’re both solemn then. Your fingers intertwining with his in a familiar dance. He can only hum, swallowing thickly.

“What if,” his eyes rake your frame. Studying you again. “What if you came along the next assignment?” You light up at that, searching his features for jest.

“Really?”

“Just outside. Making sure we’re all alright. And I don’t go off getting myself killed.”

“But-”

“Dove.” The nobility in his tone finds him again. A subtle warning. “This is me. Anthony Lockwood, attempting a compromise.” You bite back an abashed smile at his raised brows, urging surrender.

“Noted.” You fiddle with the cool, silver ring adorning his index finger. “I get to select the case, then.”

“Alright.”

“And I get to intervene if things go South.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Figured that was ambitious.”

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lgg5989 · 2 years

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MavDad: Worst Fear

A/N: Here's the next installment of MavDad! Thank you to everyone for reading and your support. As always please leave ideas for future chapters in the comments! ��

Warning: Angst x 10, description of slight panic attack

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Maverick was woken up to the sound of a knock on his trailer door. He rolled over in his bed to check the time, 1:11 PM.

“Fuck,” Mav cussed, he hoped that he hadn’t missed a test flight. The limits he had been pushing his body to from sleep deprivation were becoming detrimental. He had finally started sleeping better due to sheer exhaustion, just not at night.

“Mav?,” he heard Ice call out.

“Ice?” Mav questioned the inside of his trailer, sleep still trying to pull his tired body back under its veil.

“Mav,” he heard Ice say quietly, his voice muffled by the aluminum of the trailer separating them, hesitation present in the single syllable, ”Bradley’s been involved in a training incident.”

Mav bolted upright in bed, his eyes wide open, mind suddenly awake, “What happened? Is he okay?” Mav asked quickly, his breaths beginning to come in quick pants as he jumped out of bed and pulled on whatever clothes he had laying on the floor.

“It was a bird strike,” Ice said, he could hear Mav rummaging around in the trailer, “He has been admitted to the hospital, he will be alright. It looks like he has sustained a few injuries from the parachute and his rough landing. They want to keep him for a few days for observation.”

Mav didn’t hear the last part of Ice’s message over his own gasps and the blood rushing in his ears. Bradley was in an accident, he was in the hospital, this was his worst nightmare come true.

“No...no…no...” Mav said weakly, he closed his eyes, seeing the nightmare that had plagued him for almost a year flash across his eyelids.

Before Mav could make it to the door of the trailer, he fell to his knees, his body desperately trying to draw in air but his lungs weren’t cooperating, he was in shock.

“Ice…” he said in a gasp, as he hunched over his bent legs.

–

Ice heard the commotion from outside and wrenched the door open. He saw Mav two feet from him, his forearms resting on the linoleum floor, head hanging between his shoulders. Mav’s chest was heaving trying to pull air into his lungs to no avail.

“Maverick? Pete? You need to breathe dammit!” Ice yelled, picking Mav up off the floor and trying to break him out of his stupor, “Brad is okay!”. With that statement, Mav seemed to draw a little more air, his chest’s heaving slowing down some.

Ice pulled him out of the Airstream and into the hanger. He pushed Mav down into a chair, crouching in front of him, “Captain Mitchell, look at me,” he said, voice filling with authority. If he couldn’t get Mav to calm down by being his friend, he would have to do it by being an Admiral.

Mav’s eyes raised to his, his breathing slowly coming back to normal. Ice’s heart broke for his friend. He could see the trauma from Mav’s past accident with Goose written all over his face which is no doubt what caused him to hyperventilate. Ice suddenly felt a tremendous amount of guilt settle over him, if he hadn’t helped Mav to hold Bradley’s application six years ago, then Mav and Brad would still have a relationship and this wouldn’t be happening. Hell, if he had been a better friend, then maybe Mav wouldn’t have slipped into this downward spiral.

“Bradley is fine,” Ice said slowly, “He just has a few scrapes.”

Mav nodded, staring at the far end of the hanger, still in a trance but breathing.

Ice eyed him warily, “I’m going to get you some water,” he said before standing up and heading back into Mav’s trailer.

He paused for a moment once he was inside, blinking away the few tears that had collected in his eyes. Maverick was not doing well, and if Bradley wasn’t going to forgive him for what he had done, then Ice would need to keep a closer eye on him.

He found a glass and filled it with water, bringing it to Mav. He took a seat next to Mav and just waited. Ice would like to think that he had known Maverick long enough to know that he would talk when he was ready.

Ice wasn’t sure how long they sat in silence, only occasionally broken by the sound of planes taking off in the distance.

—

Mav tried to pull himself together. Bradley was fine. He wasn’t severely injured. He hadn’t lost the only person on this planet he couldn’t live without. He forced another deep breath into his lungs, tring to calm his erratic breathing.

“Do you think I did the right thing?” he asked Ice lowly.

Ice sighed, “I think you did what you thought was right at the time,” he paused before adding, “That doesn’t mean you can’t regret it though.”

Mav nodded, “I wish I could go back.”

“But you can’t,” Ice said, “You have to quit living in the past Mav.”

“I don’t know how,” Mav said, chin wobbling, he rubbed a hand across his face, “They were the only people I had let in and now they’re all gone.”

Ice shook his head, “Bradley isn’t gone, but to get him back in your life you need to move forward.”

Mav sat there thinking, maybe Ice was right. He hadn’t been himself in almost six years, maybe he needed to let some of this go.

“Mav, why haven’t you come to me for help?” Ice asked.

“It’s easier trying to deal with it alone,” Mav said, turning to look Ice in the eye, “Everyone I have ever opened up to has left or is dead.”

“Well,” Ice said, “I ain’t quittin’ you, and I don’t plan on dying soon.”

Mav sighed, “They never do.”

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Rooster was sitting in the hospital room ready to be released, it had been two days since the accident and he felt fine. He hadn’t broken any bones from his ejection, just had a few bruised ribs from how he landed. The birds had taken him by surprise. His instructor told him that he had responded as close to the book as he could and that the loss of the plane wasn’t his fault.

A few of his fellow trainees had stopped by to see him. His friend, Phoenix, stayed the longest. He had never thought he would meet a woman so much like his mother, but he was wrong. She was strong and witty, never letting the men in the squad get the best of her.

“You’re lucky Rooster,” she said, “We thought we were going to lose you out there today.”

Bradley tried to play her worry off, “Nah, I’ve got too much living left to do.”

Before she could try and call him out on his bullshit a nurse walked in, “Ensign Bradshaw, you have a visitor.”

Phoenix rose from her seat by the bed to take her leave, Bradley never talked about family, and she didn’t want to pry. As she reached the door, Rear Admiral Kazansky appeared in the doorway.

She stopped in her tracks and stood at attention.

“You are dismissed, Ensign Trace,” he said, stepping back to let her pass. As she left Phoenix glanced back, Bradley hadn’t even tried to rise from the bed.

Iceman stepped into the room and closed the door before turning to Bradley.

“What are you doing here?” Bradley asked. The years had quieted his anger towards Ice and Mav, but seeing Ice again pissed him off.

“Ensign Bradshaw, you might not like me, but I am a superior officer and you will respect me on this base,” Ice said, his voice cold.

“Yes, sir,” Bradley said back, staring straight at the wall over Ice’s head.

“I am here about Maverick,” Ice said, he saw a bit of surprise and fear pass over Bradley’s face, “When they told him about the accident I honestly thought it was going to kill him.”

Bradley raised an eyebrow, “What happened sir?”

“You’ve happened, Bradley. You have thrown the only family you have left away without a thought of what its doing to him,” Ice finished coldly.

Bradley’s eyes hardened, “I see you are sticking with your choice then.”

“Talk to him Bradley, before its too late,” Ice finished, turning his back on Brad and leaving the room.

Bradley sat on the bed and thought about what Ice said until the nurse came back to check him out. What happened to Mav? He needed to call Kate, maybe she would know.

Phoenix came back into the room, concern and confusion on her face, “How do you know Rear Admiral Kazansky?”

“He’s a former family friend,” said Brad, short and blunt.

Phoenix sensed the tension behind Brad’s answer and decided not to pry any further, “Alright, well the doctor said I can take you back to quarters now.”

As Brad left the hospital, the only thing he could think about was the man he had ignored for six years. Maybe there was a reason Mav did what he did? Even if Mav had a good reason, Brad hadn’t spoken to him in six years. He couldn’t break that kind of silence now, could he?

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bridgertonbabe · 2 years

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Colin pulls a face at his brother for reminding him of his reaction to discovering Benedict and Sophie in bed together, when suddenly his face drops and concern wrinkles his brow.

OMG! How did Colin react? Did he have a hard time being ok with Ben and Sophie's relationship??

Anon asked: I want to see Colins reaction when he finds out Benophie are together 🥹 i guess he wasnt súper excited about it?

Anon asked: 1. we definitely need to know how hp!benophie finally got together 2. we need that incident when colin finds them in bed that scarred him 😂

Alright, here’s another little insight I’ve had lurking in my drafts;

“Hey, Fran. Are you alright to look after Greg and Hy for a bit? I’m just gonna have breakfast with a friend.”

Francesca looked up from her crocheting and fixed Sophie with a typical unreadable look before giving her a nod.

“Thanks. I should be back by midday.” Sophie said and turned to return up the stairs back to Daphne’s room where she had been staying since she had come back from her travels.

“And do you plan on getting dressed for breakfast?”

Sophie swung back round upon Francesca’s casual-toned question. The sixteen year old gave her a shrewd look and glanced over Sophie’s current attire of the satin Bridgerton blue dressing gown she had been gifted a few years previously.

“O-of course.” Sophie replied with a forced chuckle she hoped came across nonchalant. “Obviously I’m just going to get dressed now.”

“Obviously.” Francesca echoed with the corners of her lips imperceptibly pricking upwards. “Tell your friend I said hi.” she added in before Sophie took off up the stairs.

She waited the several minutes one would expect someone to get dressed in but then, remaining in her dressing gown, she apparated directly into the flat she had been a regular visitor of for the last four weeks.

“Morning, love.” Benedict grinned lazily from across the room where he was dabbing at a canvas.

He was dressed similarly to Sophie except he was wearing a moss green dressing robe, which was all she had seen him dressed in since they had gotten together, seeing as any point of dressing was undermined by their incessant stripping and ripping off of garments.

“Happy one month.” Sophie hummed as she walked over to him and hugged him from behind, pressing a kiss to the skin just below his ear.

“One month already?” Benedict sighed as he relaxed into her arms.

“Mmhm. Time flies.”

“It certainly does.” he nodded and kissed the corner of her mouth.

“I got you something.”

“Did you now?” he cocked his head to the side as she let go of him. “What is it?”

“Why don’t you unwrap your present and find out?” she asked him coyly as she slid the end of her dressing gown cord between her fingers and offered it out to him.

His eyes flashed devilishly as he accepted the cord, giving it a smooth tug for the bow to come undone and drop away. Sophie then pushed back the satin dressing gown to reveal the lacy red lingerie she had on underneath, smirking with satisfaction as she watched Benedict’s jaw drop open.

“Like what you see?”

She had to suppress her laughter when her boyfriend provided a nodded response, seemingly unable to form any words.

“Do you want your gift now or after break-”

Sophie’s question was cut off by Benedict’s lips fastening themselves against hers in a passionate embrace and he gripped the the backs of her legs to lift her up before taking her to bed.

A couple of hours later it was safe to say that Benedict had thoroughly enjoyed his gift as they lay there panting in the afterglow.

“Sorry... for ripping them.”

“That’s no problem.” Sophie grinned, picking up her wand and giving a lazy wave, glancing over to the corner of the room where her underwear had landed and watched as they magically floated in the air and sewed themselves back up. “Got them specially. They’re enchanted to sew back together so you can rip them off of me however many times you like.”

Benedict groaned with pleasure and rolled over to kiss her.

“You are the gift that keeps on giving.” he said against her lips.

He eventually managed to extract himself from the bed and pull on some underwear to go fetch the breakfast Sophie had genuinely come over to share with him (though the sex was still as big a factor in her dropping by as the pancakes were). After their breakfast in bed Benedict began kissing her neck and though Sophie knew she had told Francesca she would be back by midday, who was she to resist her boyfriend?

Benedict had climbed on top of her, parting her legs despite the sheet still draped over her body and his hand was stroking through the thin material, making Sophie gasp out wantonly,

Crack.

They both instantly stiffened at the tell-tale sound of someone apparating into the flat. Benedict lifted his chest off of hers, bringing his hand to the side of her to lean up on, his face contorted with confusion for the unexpected visitor he had apparently just received.

“Ben?”

Sophie silently gasped at the sound of her best friend’s voice - the best friend who also happened to be Benedict’s brother.

“You up yet?” Colin called through the flat. “More importantly you up for day-drinking? Because let me tell you the bullshit I’ve just had to endure,” - the bedroom door then opened and in strolled Colin - “already this morning is absolutely - oh shit! My bad! Apologies!” Colin ducked out with a grin on his face, his voice filled with cheery amusement more than embarrassment.

When the door closed behind him both Benedict and Sophie stared at each other. Colin had just walked in on them and had definitely got a clear look of her in Benedict’s bed. What surprised them was his utter lack of reaction.

While they had wanted to keep their relationship a secret just to enjoy being in their little love bubble, there was also the small matter of Colin’s thoughts on their new status. Truly they had expected him not to take it well or at least feel weird about it - but apparently they had underestimated Colin’s maturity. By all means he didn’t even remotely mind that he had walked in on his brother with his best friend -

Suddenly the door burst back open and Colin stormed back in wearing a face of thunder. He looked from Benedict clad only in underwear hovering over his lover, to Sophie being the lover in question with her modesty covered by a bed sheet. They stared back, holding their breath to see what he would do and the room remained still for a full excruciatingly long minute - and then Colin roared.

As soon as his fury had sounded, Benedict leapt off of Sophie, holding his hands out to his brother to show he meant no harm.

“Colin,” Benedict tried calling out to him but his brother was having none of it.

His wand was whipped out of his pocket and aimed at Benedict; “Crucio!”

“Colin, no!” Sophie cried out as a ball of red light fired from his wand.

As soon as Colin had shouted his incantation, Benedict had disapparated with a loud crack, with the secondary crack sounding from the living room. Colin ran out and into the living room after his brother.

“Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!” Colin’s voice rang out with ire, though Benedict appeared to be dodging each curse as the apparition cracks responded to every one of Colin’s cries.

“Oh, for the love of,” Sophie groaned as she hopped out of the bed and threw Benedict’s dressing robe on.

In the next second Benedict had apparated back into the bedroom, looking more wide-eyed and alert than she had ever seen him before.

“Benedict, you BELLEND!” Colin positively screamed as he barged back into the bedroom before sending another crucio his brother’s way. Benedict dodged the curse again and apparated just a few steps away from where he had previously been standing. “Quit disapparating when I'm crucioing you!”

“Colin! Jesus Christ, stop it!” Sophie shrieked at him and put herself in between the two brothers, glaring at the younger to stop trying to harm the older.

“No get out of my way, Soph! Crucio!” he yelled as he aimed the curse past Sophie, only for Benedict to disapparate back into the living room again. “He doesn't get to sleep with MY best friend without suffering the reper-fucking-cussions!” he threw his voice into the living room as he tailed after his brother.

“Stop it, Colin!” Sophie begged him. “You can’t be attacking your own brother with one of the unforgivable curses!”

“Well then maybe he should have thought about that before he committed the unforgivable act of sleeping with my best friend!”

Benedict apparated back into the bedroom, panting from all the curses he had been dodging when Colin apparated a split second after him and deftly shot another curse at him. Benedict had just about enough energy to duck for cover, narrowly missing the stream of red light that soared over him and hit a vase on the bedside table, causing it to explode. Sophie’s heart was in her throat from how closely Benedict had come to being struck with a spell that would have caused him agonizing pain and she had had enough.

“Expelliarmus!” she cried out and Colin’s wand flew out of his hand. “Levicorpus!”

In the next second Sophie had Colin dangling upside down by his ankle as if he had been hung up on an invisible hook. She took a second to breathe to collect herself but unfortunately she had mistaken Colin’s apoplectic rage.

“Accio wand!” he spluttered and captured his wand as it flew back into his hand. He then took aim at his brother and this time a jet of orange light fired from his wand and actually hit Benedict.

Sophie gasped as she watched her boyfriend disappear in a burst of light, only for a tiny reddish-brown weasel to be left in his place. She blinked in horror at the small creature as it squealed at her and wildly darted about the floor.

“COLIN BRIDGERTON!” she screamed and smacked him round his upside-down face. “TURN HIM BACK RIGHT NOW!”

“Or what?” Colin laughed in her face.

Her hands wrapped around his neck and suddenly he was wheezing for breath.

“Or else I’ll put a curse on your tiny dick to make it shrivel up and fall right off!” she snarled furiously.

Colin’s eyes widened with fright at her threat as she squeezed his throat tighter, all the while the weasel had ground to a halt and stared at them with big startled eyes.

“Okay, okay!” Colin rasped and finally Sophie let go.

He pointed his wand at the weasel and a second later Benedict was back.

“What the fuck?!” Benedict exclaimed as he shakily got up from the floor.

“That’s what you get for fucking my Sophie!” Colin shouted back.

“Um, excuse me? Your Sophie?” she spluttered.

“You’re my friend! You’re my best friend!” Colin cried out. “She’s off limits! How dare you touch her!” he raged at his brother.

“Colin, that’s enough!” Sophie snapped. “While I appreciate you being protective of me, it’s completely unnecessary! I’m a grown woman and I can sleep with whoever I want! And neither me nor Ben need your permission,”

“No!” Colin whined and flew his limbs about like he was a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Sophie, he’s not good enough for you!”

“Oh gee, thanks!” Benedict bit back incredulously.

“He’s a slut, Soph! He’s a stupid slutty artist who’s just gonna pump and dump you and leave you hurt!”

“Colin, just stop!” Sophie trilled. “I’m sick of this! Stop being so mean to your brother!”

“Sophie I don’t even care that this is just some casual thing - I’m not going to risk him leading you on and breaking your heart!”

“This isn’t just some casual thing!” Benedict suddenly burst and marched forward.

“What?!” Colin’s face contorted in anger.

“We’re in a relationship, Colin! She’s my girlfriend and I’m her boyfriend and we’re in love!” Benedict declared and clutched Sophie’s hand in his.

Being upside down meant Colin was level with the hand holding and he looked thunderstruck at the sight. He stared at their clasped hands and then emitted a scream of frustration.

“NO! You can’t be serious! Fuck you, Ben! This is just some big game to you and you’re going to leave her heartbroken!”

“No, fuck you, Colin!” Benedict retaliated. “This isn’t a game to me! I love Sophie with all my heart! She’s all I will ever want and she’s my future! This is the woman I’m going to marry one day, she’s going to be the mother of my children, and she’s who I want to grow old and grey with!” he proclaimed, and the sentiments he was stating made Sophie’s chest tighten with anticipation for the future that lay ahead of them as a couple. “And you’re just going to have to get used to it because I’m not giving her up for anything!”

Colin stared dumbfounded at them before his reddened face (from the blood rushing to his head) turned purple and he roared with anger.

“You’re such a bellend! You’re such a fucking bellend! You could have gotten with anyone else, you arsehole!”

“I. Love. Sophie!” Benedict argued back.

“How long?” Colin cried out. “How long have you fucking been in love with her then?”

“Since that night seven years ago at the Yule ball!”

Colin’s fervent squirming then ceased as he stared at his brother. Something appeared to be processing in his brain before he yelled incoherently again. Sophie managed to disarm him as soon as she saw the hand holding his wand twitch.

“It was you?!” Colin screeched. “You broke her heart?!”

Sophie grimaced as she remembered getting drunk one night during their travels and revealing how a guy she had really liked had essentially rejected her at the Yule ball. Colin had been shocked, having never realised Sophie had fancied someone back then. She had never revealed who the boy in question was despite Colin listing off a bunch of guys they were at school with - and yet somehow it never even occurred to him to bring up Benedict’s name despite the fact that he was her date to the ball.

“You piece of flobberworm shit!” Colin fizzed with rage.

“Colin, it was years ago,” Sophie tried to pacify him.

“You crushed her! You left her heartbroken!”

“And it’s my biggest regret!” Benedict choked back. “I didn’t realise how much she meant to me and I said something stupid and fucked it all up! I know I don’t deserve her love or forgiveness but she’s benevolently given it to me anyway and for that I vow to make her happy for the rest of our lives. I’m making up for all the time we missed out on because of me and I swear, Colin, I will never hurt her ever again. She’s the love of my life, Colin.”

Colin gaped at his brother and then pleadingly looked to Sophie. “Please, Soph,”

“Colin, I’ve been in love with Ben since I was eleven years old.” she firmly told him, making him still once more. “All my heart has ever known is him and it’s all it’ll ever know; and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I would gladly relive it all again because a life loving Ben is better than one not loving him.”

Benedict’s hand clutched hers tighter and their eyes met, shining with unconditional love for one another.

“Please let me down.” a small voice piped up and they remembered that Colin was still hanging upside down in the room.

Sophie released him from his hex and he landed safely on the floor. She braced herself, standing shoulder to shoulder with Benedict in case Colin led them into a false sense of security and attacked his brother again. When she took in Colin’s face, however, he appeared tired and defeated as he looked dispiritedly between the two of them.

“Colin,” Sophie sighed, not wanting him to feel weird about their relationship even though he inevitably would while the discovery was still so fresh in his mind.

“I can’t, Soph.” he shook his head. “I just... I need to get my head around this.”

There was a sharp crack and Colin disapparated, leaving the couple alone in the flat.

“Are you okay?” she asked Benedict, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting hug.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” he sighed and cuddled her back. “Nothing like being chased by your brother trying to crucio you to get the adrenaline pumping.”

“He’ll come around.” she assured him in spite of his light-hearted joke, pressing a kiss to his bare chest as she gently squeezed him, cherishing him and making sure he knew she loved him.

“Not for a while.” Benedict stroked her hair. “But I’ll learn to live with it. I’d quite happily relive nearly being crucioed and being turned into a weasel by my own brother all over again just to love you for the rest of my life, Soph.”

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Ashes to ashes (dust to dust)

[TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of blood, violence, injuries and death. MARK AND CESAR IRLS BEWARE]

first chapter of the fic im currently writing :] enjoy.

CHAPTER 1

December 13th, 1991.

The night of the Winter formal, just before finals week. The small, yearly event the local High School held close to the end of the semester. The vast, usually empty gym decorated in blues and whites, tables adorned with fake flowers and the dim lights of cheap, small chandeliers hung up on the ceiling, shining down on the couple hundred students that gathered to celebrate, Huddled together in groups, giggling and talking to each other, taking photos, dancing and just having a good time. Some seated at the tables, some up, dancing in groups. The warm, welcoming atmosphere being almost perfect to lose oneself in, hearing the laughter and muffled music from the spot behind the bleachers, unmoving and lost in thought, just like the years that came before.

A small, last push before finally reaching the winter break. Not like it would bring much difference from the usual school day routine, though. Perhaps, it might even make it a little more boring.

However, sometimes even the smallest of things can cause a shift to how events will roll out—It can be anything, really—.An announcement, a call, a feeling that something will happen.

This time, an unpredicted malfunction. It wasn't too big of a problem, speaking honestly, but it was enough to give everyone a good scare.

A low rumble, and then, one of the chandeliers falling off, almost landing on top of a pile of students, but the screams around being loud enough to alert them and have them move before tragedy could ensure. The entire gym shifting from loud choruses of screams and cries, to deafening silence in a matter of seconds, as the headmaster and other teachers made their way through the crowd to the center of the gym, where the incident had taken place.

"This… Doesn't look too good" The headmaster had said, a worried look in her eyes.

"Should we send them home?" A teacher perked up, whispering to the side of the headmaster, who looked at him.

They both looked around, a sea of panicked, confused faces staring right back at them. The headmaster sighed, nodding. "Make sure they are all alright, then we verify they all have a way to reach home safely"

The next 40 minutes were a mix between quiet voices, shushing and sounds of footsteps, some students crying, some being calmer as the teachers counted them and instructed them to exit the gym—the cold air of the Winter afternoon only making the situation feel more unnatural—, something about it causing panic to still be present in most of the students even after the danger was gone.

"Has anyone seen Mark? Mark Heathcliff?"

A short woman made her way through the gym, holding a piece of paper and a pen in one hand, looking to both sides anxiously. She had successfully located all the students from senior year, except a particular brown haired boy, who had caused her to scan the entire gym thrice, asking around if any students had seen him.

"Behind the bleachers… I Think" A nervous looking boy had said "I saw him go there a while ago… I was planning to get him myself but-"

"Oh no sweetie, it's fine" the teacher offered a smile to him. "I'll go, you join the rest of the students" She reassured, getting a hesitant, small smile from the boy.

"Yeah just-" A pause. The teacher looked back at him, curious.

"Nevermind"

The student said, walking back to the crowd in a bit of an awkward fashion. The teacher stood for a while, before shaking her head and walking to the spot the student had signaled.

"Mark? Mark, are you here?" One second. Two seconds. No response. She was about to leave when she heard a low thud, footsteps following. "Ah, there you are. You had me worried for a while, dear!"

Mark walked towards her, remaining silent. Hands inside his pockets and hair messy from wriggling out of the small, cramped space he was sitting in.

"Sorry…" He said in a low voice, looking down at the ground. "I uhm… I was having a little trouble coming out of there" Mark offered her a half-sincere smile, only getting a tired sigh in response.

"Well, next time don't go into such a cramped space! We don't want another accident happening" She chuckled, tilting her head to the side. "Now come, the rest of your classmates are already out" The teacher turned around, starting to walk in the opposite direction, Mark trailing after her with a quiet huff.

He followed her outside the gym, the voices of students and teachers talking drowning the otherwise calm environment of the evening. Mark noticed some of them already making their way to the parking lot. He stopped for a second, hesitating a little before asking. "Ms. Walten-"

"Yes, it's okay for you to head home now, Mark." The teacher said, not waiting for him to finish—almost like she already knew what he was about to ask—as she turned to him for a second, and headed in a different direction.

Mark watched her go for a moment, sighing to himself and walking down the stairs that led up to the gym, they made a low, metallic sound as he descended down, mindlessly scanning the crowd gathered outside of the gym.

He was about to go, when the presence of a familiar voice caused him to unconsciously turn his head in the direction it came from, the soothing, rhythmic tone able to catch his attention every time.

An old habit he was yet to rid himself from.

On the side of the gym stood two silhouettes, taking turns to talk, visibly deep in conversation. The tallest person, who Mark recognized as the poetry teacher, wore a Concerned expression, emotion most likely directed towards the other person, a student, who appeared to be feeling uneasy, looking to the sides anxiously, almost as if he was waiting for something to pop out of the shadows at any moment. Dark curls and hazel eyes, so easy to get lost in his gaze.

Him, who Mark recognized as Cesar Torres, an old friend, a face he could never fail to remember.

Mark recalled seeing him standing close to the chandelier when it fell, a group of people having to pull him out of the danger zone as he had visibly frozen up upon seeing the chandelier fall. It took him a moment to register what had happened, sitting in the ground Along with other students, his crutch beside him as he stared straight ahead at the broken decoration, thoughts unreadable.

It came to no surprise he was still shaken up from everything—after all, it must've been quite awful being so close to the incident—, trying to play it off with a couple chuckles and hardly sincere smiles, but the panic still present in his gaze, giving away how he was actually feeling. Mark remained quiet, looking and wondering to himself if that chandelier could've actually hurt anyone. If, in case of having landed on top of Cesar, he would've—

No.

He shook his head, pushing the thought out of his mind and breaking his gaze away from the pair, not missing the way Cesar sighed and finished the conversation, walking away. Each tap the crutch made against the ground engraving itself into Mark's head.

Clack,

Clack.

He walked a little bit faster towards his car.

—

Speaking truthfully, he really didn’t want to go to the winter formal. He knew that if he was to go it would play out just like the past years. Sitting in a corner, talking to some people, but overall, he knew he would be alone.

It was not until his little sister, Sarah, called him past her usual bedtime just to tell him he couldn’t miss—in her own words—his last big event before prom, that he decided he couldn’t disappoint her, and with a heavy sigh he dragged himself to the landline, calling his dad to ask if he didn’t mind him borrowing his old tuxedo. He didn’t want to sit alone and away from the crowd, he really didn’t. But the music was too loud, the lights were too bright and his tie felt too tight- and he really needed to sit down and take a break. It would only be five minutes. Which turned into ten. Which turned into forty-two. And then, just as he had made up his mind to come out, the incident happened. Causing him to come home early, anxiety still present in the back of his mind. Mark would’ve gone over to his uncle’s, but he had promised his mom that he would stay at the house at least 2 nights a week to clean it and make sure everything was in order while she was not around. Mark walked into the house, closing the door with a loud creak that echoed through the walls of the empty home. Deathly silent, dark, and cold, the house almost exuded an air of eeriness that was not present during the daylight hours, yet Mark found the environment comforting, the peace and quiet of the night able to sooth the uneasiness still lingering in the corners of his mind. He tossed the keys in the counter, making his way upstairs to his room, not proud of the mess it was currently in. He made a mental note to take care of that next morning, reaching for his pajama pants and one of his old band-tees he usually wore to sleep. His eyes trailed off to the walls of his room, various posters of bands and movies hung up in them, their positions changing frequently as Mark told himself maybe they would look better if the bigger poster was in the top, or the long, slim one in the corner, or so on and so forth, never really satisfied with the ending result.

He made his way back downstairs, doing his usual rounds around the house checking for any open doors or windows and, as usual, finding all of them closed, secured, keeping anything that could try to make its way into the house outside, away, at a distance that was safe enough for him to sleep calmly. Passing through one of the small tables in the living room he noticed a small object laying on top of it, after getting a closer look realizing it was his crucifix. He took it into his hands and put it around his neck, a sense of safety dawning on him along with the weight of the little piece of metal now hanging in his chest. Maybe if he had taken the crucifix with him to the party, things would’ve gone differently. But he found he couldn't really tuck it under his shirt in a way in which he felt comfortable, or it didn’t look bulky, so after a lot of hesitation, he decided to leave it at home, telling himself that it lowered the possibilities of him dropping it and, god forbid, losing it. But it seems like God wasn’t really happy with said plan. Maybe, this was his way of punishing him for putting his comfort over his beliefs.

No, Mark thought, God wouldn’t really do that. He walked over to the door in the kitchen, leading to the small garden behind the house, checking it was properly locked before making his way back out of the kitchen, now sure the house was safe enough to relax. He smiled to himself, heading to the stairs to go back to his room-

Riiiing-!

Mark stayed in place for a while, hesitating a little before turning his head towards the phone, a little startled from the sudden noise. The phone continued to ring impatiently, urging him to pick it up. Who could even be calling him this late? It was already past midnight—and he doubted his uncle or sister would still be awake at this hour—, so he could only possibly picture it being one of his parents or, less likely, a stranger with way too much free time. Mark shook his head, making his way to the phone. Whoever it was, he was sure he could end the call quickly and go to sleep as soon as possible. A little annoyed, he picked up the phone, pressing it against his ear, the cold metal that met his skin causing him to almost flinch lighty. “Hello?” “Mark…?” Oh. That voice was familiar. Too familiar. “Holy shit…you…actually picked up- Uhm- Hey…It’s- It’s Cesar- I hope it’s not too late?” This wasn't what Mark was expecting. In fact- Of the dozens of people he imagined could be on the other end of the line he would’ve never pictured it to be Cesar fucking Torres out of all of them. Cesar remained quiet on the other end of the line, reminding Mark he was probably supposed to speak now.

“I uh- No- It’s fine- What’s up? Are you okay?” He forced out, feeling a very strong sense of awkwardness start to rise between the two of them.

“Yeah- I’m-” A small, sharp intake of breath “No- I’m not- My mom- she…She’s- Oh god- I don’t even know just- I need help” Cesar sounded like he was on the verge of tears, words coming through the receiver in a hurried, unsteady tone. So unlike what he was usually like. Okay…what the actual fuck. Mark pinched the bridge of his nose, already starting to feel this was some sort of very sick joke, annoyance starting to crawl up his spine. “Cesar- I think I really need you to explain yourself better”

Silence. A sigh. Shaky, tired. “Right…Right…I uhm…I think…i think we’ve just been attacked by- by an alternate…I- Fuck…I don’t know if my mom’s alright- I can’t feel my legs- I can’t stand up- I don’t even know if that- that thing is still here…I just…I really, really, really need help”

Mark remained quiet. An alternate.

He thinks he was attacked by an alternate? And instead of calling the cops he chose to call him, whom he hadn’t properly spoken to in years, out of all people? No. Nope. Hell no. He was too tired to deal with this. It was too late and it was probably just some sick, elaborate joke Cesar and his friends had come up with to mess with him. Cesar said something else, but Mark wasn’t listening to him anymore, holding onto the phone just a little tighter. This was messed up. So many years of barely exchanging any words, of almost intentionally avoiding each other, of holding onto that tiny, stupid hope that maybe, just maybe, he also wanted to go back to how things were before, only to be met with this. “...Mark?” “Call the cops.” “But-” He hung the phone, maybe with a little too force. Not enough to outright damage it, though. He sighed, tiredness invading his senses and telling him to go to bed already, knowing he would feel better in the morning. Mark started walking towards the stairs, but just as he reached for the railing, he felt goosebumps make their way up his spine. He called them goosebumps- but they weren’t really that. It was an awful, cold sensation, a pit in his stomach, a tightness in his chest, a small voice in his head, all at once, asking him the same thing. Walking away, again? He felt himself start to shake ever so slightly, pulling his hand back towards his chest as the sensation grew progressively worse and worse until it had taken enough of a shape for Mark to actually give it a name.

Guilt.

But- for what? It was a joke. He was sure it was

You have no way of knowing that

…Maybe, but- why him, out of all people?

Perhaps he didn’t have a choice.

No, no. He wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be.

What would god think of this? Denying help to those in need. Pick up the phone, Mark. He needs you.

He didn’t. Mark was sure he didn’t. He reached for the cross in his pocket, holding it between his hands, still trying to make his way up the stairs, unsure of why it was suddenly so hard.

Pick up the phone.

Mark shook his head, trying to push the thought away, his mind attempting to put together a prayer to sooth his thoughts, the words jumbled up and interrupted by the same sentence, over and over again. Pick up the phone. Pick it up. Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it-

Click-!

The phone buzzed in silence, signaling him the call was being connected, the guilt starting to die down yet now giving way to creeping anxiety. What if he was too late? What if Cesar didn’t pick up again? What if—

“Hello…?” It had been years since the last time he had felt this relieved to hear Cesar’s voice, the sensation dawning on him fast enough to make his limbs feel like jelly. But no, right now, he had to focus. “...Do you still have the same address?” “What…?” “Do you still live in the same house as before?” “I- Yeah- I do-” “I’ll be there in ten.” Not waiting for a reply, Mark hung up, running upstairs to grab his hoodie and the car keys, hurrying outside, the snow making it a little hard to reach his car, the cold air of the winter night hitting his face and burning his nostrils. What time was it, even? It didn’t matter right now- He just had to reach his frien- Cesar’s house and check on him. Then he would just go back home and it would be like it never happened at all.

He just hoped it was like that.

—

Saturday, 2:08 am.

Mark arrived at the Torres residence, scanning the house up and down with his gaze before making his way to the front door, hesitating a little upon noticing it was opened ever so slightly, a low, iron-like smell making its way out the home. Mark pushed the door fully open, noticing inside there were no lights on, at all, only adding to the already unsettling environment the house had.

“Hello…? Cesar…?” He started walking further into the house, his steps slow and hesitant as he squinted, trying to make out at least the walls of the residence. Mark felt himself nearly slip up on something, panic setting in as he reached for the nearest surface—which resulted to be the counter—, to avoid falling face first into the ground. “Oh. Okay…Okay-” “Mark?”

His head perked up towards the direction the voice came in, his vision clearing up just enough for him to make out a faint silhouette in the corner of the kitchen, slumped against the wall-

“Cesar…?” Mark made his way towards him, noticing the faint stench of iron getting stronger- but that was not just merely “iron”, was it? “Are you okay?” He finally got close enough to make out his features, noticing the anxiety in his gaze, staring up at him almost as if he was having trouble convincing himself Mark was actually standing there, in front of him. Mark knelt down to his level, a troubled expression in his face, noticing how Cesar seemed to push himself even further into the wall, even if just slightly.

He was terrified.

He scanned him up and down. Hands pressed against his own chest, trembling slightly. The formal attire he had been previously wearing at the event still on, tie undone and shoes swapped out with slippers, clearly getting ready to change into something else- his crutch was beside him, a little too further for him to reach unless he dragged himself out of his current position, which he didn’t seem like he was willing to do. To the other side of him there was- oh god- was that-

“Cesar- why do you have a knife- Oh shit- You- You are bleeding- What the hell happened?” Mark asked, anxiety becoming more prevalent as he examined the injury present in the other boy’s calf with his eyes. Cesar remained quiet, opening and closing his mouth like a fish, struggling to find the right words to speak. “I- I couldn’t- I really-” His shoulders trembled, the words coming after nothing but barely incomprehensible mumbles, along with choked sobs and cries, Mark noticing he was trying really hard to hold it in, but truly seemed unable to. “Sorry- Let me just-” He reached up to his face, trying to wipe away the tears now trailing down his cheeks with shaky hands, but was stopped by Mark.

“You still have blood in your fingers. I don’t think we want that accidentally going into your eyes.” Mark pushed his hand back down, searching his own pockets for anything he could give Cesar to use instead, but noticing he had brought practically nothing but himself to his old friend’s house. Sighing, he awkwardly pulled his hoodie’s sleeve up and carefully brushed away the tears himself.

Cesar was visibly shocked at this, keeping his hands halfway up his chest, but making no move to push Mark away—he was too focused trying to calm down, anyways—,eventually lowering them back onto the ground as he squeezed his eyes shut, unconsciously moving his head back a little.

“There- Now uhm- Do you know where your mom is?” Mark looked at his hoodie’s sleeve for a second, making a mental note to wash it once he was back home. As Cesar gave no reply, he looked to the hallway, noticing a faint trail of crimson leading towards the darkest part of it…Ms. Torres nowhere to be seen. Mark stood up, but immediately felt a pair of hands reach up to his sleeve, holding him in place.

“Wait- Please don’t go- Don’t-”

‘Don’t leave’.

The words died in his throat before he could even attempt to speak them. Cesar held onto Mark’s sleeve tightly, hands shaking. A pitiful, desperate attempt to keep him by his side.

“Just- Stay. Please.”

Mark remained quiet, reaching for Cesar’s wrist after a couple seconds. “I’ll be right back.” He reassured, pulling his arm out of the other boy’s hand. “I’m just going to check on your mom, okay?” He offered him a smile, Cesar showing some hesitation before nodding slowly and unwillingly freeing Mark from his grasp.

Mark sighed, muttering a low ‘okay’ under his breath before walking towards the hall, his steps slowing down the closer he got, his heartbeat quickening, nervousness filling his mind as the worst outcomes took shape in his imagination, against his will. The trace of crimson grew the closer he got, irregular, messy stains present in the walls, as if whoever left them was desperately trying to cling into the surface, failing, yet trying again. He gulped down. This just kept getting worse. His foot bumped against something, his eyes shutting unconsciously as it did so. He didn’t want to look. He really wished he didn’t have to look. He wanted to go home. But it was a little too late for that.

Oh Dear God, please save me now. Slowly, hesitantly, he opened his eyes, immediately regretting his decision, a gag escaping his mouth. He reached to a wall for support, letting his weight lean into that direction, but just enough to remain on his legs, using up all of his willpower to not turn around and run away right there and then. Mark took a deep breath, forcing his head to return to the horrifying sight in front of him. He knew she was not waking up again. Sprawled over the floor, she laid. Eyes open, glassy, unseeing. Limbs spread in a position that could not be possibly achieved unless broken. A singular, long gash across her neck being the main source of the ugly crimson staining the walls. She was probably bleeding from her back too…and her arms…they were filled all the way up to her elbows with cuts- scratches- Mark couldn't really tell.

She was with god, now.

Mark had considered the possibility of Cesar being the one to have taken her life. An unwished thought, flashing through his mind. Unwelcome at first, but slowly, awfully beginning to make sense as the limp body of Diana Torres slowly entered his vision, curtains lifted, an abstract concept taking shape. But, upon taking a closer look… Those were not knife cuts.

But they didn’t look exactly like scratches, either.

It looked as if the skin had forcefully been ripped apart, like a piece of cloth. Messy, irregular, yet still horrifying. The more he looked, the more unnatural it appeared. His brain could hardly process just what the fuck was in front of him. He…he really should stop looking now. “Is…Is she okay?”

A small voice came from the kitchen. Oh. Oh right, Cesar. How was he even supposed to tell him…? Mark backed out from the hallway, struggling to let go off the wall without feeling like he was going to fall over. He felt sick to his stomach. “Mark” Cesar called out again,voice almost breaking. Desperate, resembling a plea. “Is my mom okay?” Mark looked at him. Suddenly finding that now it was him who was unable to speak. Words stuck in his throat, not letting him push them out no matter how hard he tried. His hands closed into fists, noticing the little hope that remained in Cesar’s eyes slowly fading away, a light, snuff out.

“I’m calling an ambulance”

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Saturday, 2:57 am

They both sat at the kitchen floor in silence, only the low whistle of the wind sliding from under the door audible, along with the faint humming of the lightbulb that dimly illuminated the room. Mark was pressing a wetted towel against Cesar’s gash, just like the lady over the phone instructed him to do so until help arrived.

Cesar stared blankly at his leg, tears and blood now dried up, only the tightness in his chest remaining amidst it all.

Mark looked up at him, concerned. He looked lost. Thoughts unreadable, so different from how he usually was like…but Mark couldn’t blame him. Not at all. Nothing could’ve prepared him for what he had just experienced that night, merely hours ago. His mother was gone. He was alone. All alone. The only thing his expression gave away was how likely he was to be thinking that same thing too.

What now? What do I even do now?

Lost. So lost.

“Does…your leg hurt a lot?” Mark asked, in a low voice.

“I don’t know” A blunt reply, almost lifeless.

“Do you have anywhere to stay?”

“I don’t” “Friends, family?” “I don’t think they’d want to deal with this”

They wouldn’t want to deal with someone who’s come in contact with an alternate.

Mark remained quiet. He had made up his mind to let him stay the night, but- What after that? Cesar wasn’t even looking back at him as they talked. He didn’t seem like he was looking at anything at all, speaking honestly. It was as if he was in a different place entirely. So close to Mark yet somehow, far, far away. Even more than they were before. Even more than those 7 years. Even more than when-

Sirens became audible in the distance, a low sense of relief washing over Mark, like a quiet reassurance. A prayer answered. He looked back at Cesar, who barely seemed to register the sound of the sirens getting closer, the blue and red lights bleeding through the small open spaces between the curtains.

“C’mon, I think we should go outside” Mark said, starting to get back on his feet, but noticing Cesar was not following his motion. He tilted his head to the side, making a move to help the other boy back to his feet but being stopped midway.

“Cesar?”

Silence. His gaze finally met. Tired, puffy eyes staring back at him.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

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Ohhh, intriguing :] or idk, you tell me...lemme tell you picking a date for the winter formal that made sense was probably the hardest part of the entire chapter efrshdigsdd

Still, to anyone who read, hope you enjoyed :> Next chapter will be available next week. Uuuuuuunnntiiiiill then!

-Ami

#tw! blood mention #tw! implied violence #tw! death mention #tw! Injuries #the mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue au #TMC lifeline au #tmc ashes to ashes (dust to dust)#mark heathcliff #cesar torres

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Two plus Two = Chaos Valentines

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Author Note: Happy Valentines Day! Here is my present to you all for Valentines with some TXT & Ateez Content.

After a wild night for the two couples, the angry Seonghwa decided once and for all. To end this stupid fight between Hongjong and Yeonjun. As well as Soobin as he hates, to pretend to go on walk just to talk to Seonghwa.

Will Hongjong and Yeonjun reconcile?

Seonghwa Created The Chat:

‘Our Husbands Are Trash’

Today 21:00

Soobin🍞: Seonghwa change the title of the chat, that’s mean!

Soobin🍞: Even though they deserve it…

Seonghwa🌸: I don’t act this immaturely but this has to be done, and you know that Soobin!

Honjoong🏴‍☠️: Hey! It was Yeonjun who started this, he started blame Seonghwa for taking Soobin attention away from him

Honjoong🏴‍☠️: Which FYI! Get a grip of yourself

Yeonjun🐯: At least I didn’t abandon my family all the time

Yeonjun🐯: NOT TRUE! I only said the truth!! Soobin has acting strange and is all becuase of Seonghwa!!!

Soobin🍞: Hunny, add Hyung! He is older than you!! Hongjong has reason to not come home often

Yeonjun🐯: YOU SEE HE IS EVEN DEFENDING HIM. IT LIKE THEY ARE MARRIED!!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Alright, you want to push the blame game. You got it. Your soobin is trying to steal my spot as the dad of the family. My third youngest son started to call Soobin Appa

Yeonjun🐯: That’s fact, it not my fault my soobin is so loveable

Seonghwa🌸: You know how Mingi is, he likes to call people Appa. To annoy you…

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: STILL IT HURTS!! I don’t like Soobin anyways. He stays around the house too much!!

Yeonjun🐯: I wish, I didn’t see your face at the fancy dinner place on valentines! If I have known I would chosen a different place

Yeonjun🐯: You ruined my date, after me and soobin almost divorced

Soobin🍞: It was acting, I have to do it so you fess up

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: It’s not my fault, you pick there. Could have ignored us you know!!

Yeonjun🐯: If it wasn’t for Soobin dragging me to the beach to calm me down. I will break you into tiny pieces!!

Seonghwa🌸: AHHHH!!

Soobin🍞: Seonghwa, he doesn’t mean it… he is just mad

Seonghwa🌸: Well our idiots husband ruined our valentines

Now you all wondering, why they is sudden outburst between the two couple. Well it all started a day ago

Seonghwa and Hongjong Prov

Back at Hongjong and Seonghwa Private Chat

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Hwa, calm down! I promise you I won’t forget like last year! Calm down

Seonghwa🌸: You have better remember! This is only chance, I get to spend time with you

Seonghwa🌸: After the support I gave you, before you blow up!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Yes yes I will always remember you stuck to me like glue. But also how an earth did you get the money from?

Seonghwa🌸: Hongjong, we talked about this. It just my sudden inheritance money

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Why do I find it hard to believe you! But whatever you are the love of my life

Seonghwa🌸: Now you better, make it up to me. After all the stress I have been under to sort the kids out and as well with your recent rude behaviour

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: If you stop hanging out with Soobin. I will be nice to you ☺️

Seonghwa🌸: What is with you and Soobin

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: I will pick you up at 6pm

Yeonjun and Soobin Prov

Yeonjun and Soobin Private chat

Soobin🍞: Yeonjunnie! Stop hugging all of the kids you are creeping them out!! Taehyun called me, telling me to tell you to stop

Yeonjun🐯: I just love my kids equally

Soobin🍞: Thank god for last week, Taehyun really got himself in a sticky situation

Yeonjun🐯: Beomgyu has been quiet as mouse, since the incident

Soobin🍞: Beomgyu is never quiet, he is just ignoring you…

Yeonjun🐯: Why would he do that! I am the best dad ever

Soobin🍞: Also, don’t make it obvious we are going on a date tonight. The kids will want to join

Yeonjun🐯: OH YES! Absolutely don’t these children ruin a special moment

Yeonjun🐯: You have no idea! How long it took me to book this restaurant!

Soobin🍞: Just get ready, and I will be back after I finish hosting show. It has my favourite girl group in it!!

Yeonjun🐯: Okay, okay! I will head out to the studio soon. The brats want help with something

Night time…

The couples has arrived at the restaurant. The restaurant was filled with red heart ballon and roses. The two couples were unaware they were seated beside each other. Until Soobin noticed Seonghwa and Soobin reaction gave ‘oh no’ hoping their Yeonjun won’t notice.

Yeonjun: Ohhh this steak and wings set is good! What do you think Soobin?

Soobin: Seon..oh I mean s-sure sounds good

Of course with Soobin weird behaviour Yeonjun noticed straight away. He sense something is strange with Soobin as he is stiff as board.

Yeonjun: Why are you stuttering? Is something behind me?

Naturally Yeonjun turned his head around and Seonghwa and immediately grabbed Hongjong by the neck.

Hongjong: Wow, this so n-

Seonghwa saw the angry Yeonjun arm wrapped around Hongjong neck. He gave a gasp as he didn’t know what to do

Now let’s get back to present day

Seonghwa🌸: If Yeonjun haven’t grabbed Hongjong by the neck. We would have lovely meal without getting banned

Soobin🍞: We nearly get the cops called on us…

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: There we have it, it was Yeonjun who ruined valentine’s for all us

Yeonjun🐯: I did not, you know why! You purposely book the same restaurant, after you heard my dancer talking about it

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: W-what? Why would I do that! I just like the place and FYI you shouldn’t talk too much about your love life

Seonghwa🌸: Did you book the same restaurant? To scare Soobin off

Soobin🍞: !!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Maybe…I just wanted to show Soobin. You are taken and to stop flirting with you!!

Seonghwa🌸: That wasn’t Soobin who was flirting it was…

Yeonjun🐯: Ahem! Honest mistake, let’s not bring up the past

Soobin🍞: Yeonjun?

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: It wasn’t Soobin…then who

Yeonjun🐯: Stop asking questions? How about I pay for valentines meal. As well clear the air with Hongjong Hyung

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Okay fine, me and Hwa are picking the restaurant

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Mashiro Kanade Main Story — Chapter 26

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The cheers from the audience that filled the venue to the brim got louder.

Kanade: Nothing can stop us now.

His 'declaration of war' caught everyone's attention.

Just when Meguru got even more upset...

Staff: Director!

A staff member from Rindou came rushing towards Meguru and his colleagues.

Staff: I have a report.

Meguru: ... What is it?

Staff: The crowd is larger than we expected, our on-site staff can't handle it...

Meguru: ... Tch.

Seeing Meguru click his tongue in frustration, Koki had a slight smile.

Koki: That sounds troublesome.

Koki: Well, we don't intend to cause any horrible incidents.

Koki glanced at Gaku and Ritsu, then turned to face Meguru again.

Koki: Feel free to enjoy the show.

Meguru shot Koki one last glare and left in silence with Yuzuru.

(He left.)

I felt like a ton of bricks just got lifted off my shoulders.

Koki clapped his hands together to signal for us to restart the whole thing.

Koki: Now, that's enough of declaring war against Rindou.

Then...

Kanade: No. That wasn't nearly enough.

Henri: Kanade?

Kyoichiro: Kanade, you...

Kanade smiled confidently at Henri and Kyoichiro who were staring at him.

Kanade: Our singing is the real declaration of war.

Kanade: Am I right?

After a short moment of silence, everyone smiled.

Kyoichiro: That's right.

Henri: Alrighty then, shall we go?

Soon, it was night time and the curtains rose...!

The first band to perform on stage was HOUNDS.

The four members, eyes shining brighter than ever, came onto stage one by one.

Eisuke: There's a lot going on. But since we're already here, shouldn't we enjoy ourselves?

Ritsu: I'm just going to play as usual.

Ritsu spoke in a firm tone with a hint of nervousness.

Ritsu: ... Well, I guess it's better to have a good time than have a bad time.

Gaku glanced at Koki before getting on stage.

Gaku: ...

Koki: Gaku. It is time to show the world your ambition.

Gaku: ... Got it.

After responding to Koki, Gaku went out onto the stage.

And finally, Haruto gave me a confident grin...

Haruto: Hey.

MC: Ah...

Haruto raised his hand, waiting for a high five, and I raised mine too.

After a quick high five, Haruto turned around and walked into the spotlight up on stage.

(It's starting...)

(Our live show that will be our way of challenging the world.)

As I watched the four members of HOUNDS go on stage, I looked at the audience and gasped.

(It's exactly like the staff from Rindou said... there's a lot more people present than expected.)

(I've never seen anything like this.)

When I was starting to feel breathless, the intro to the first song by HOUNDS came on.

And...——

MC: ...!?

The crowd was cheering enthusiastically for HOUNDS, the staff from Rindou were violently pushing and shoving them to get the people to leave.

(Please let the performance go smoothly till the end...!)

I prayed with all my heart, but my eyes and ears were glued to the stage.

My body felt numb as the scene in the video recording Kanade showed me at his apartment seemed to have been replicated in front of my eyes in real life.

MC: ... Amazing.

I could feel my hands trembling, but I gripped them tightly and continued watching the performance...

Kanade: MC.

MC: ... Oh.

Kanade was standing behind me, he looked down at my trembling hands and smiled.

Kanade: What's the use of getting all shaken up over this?

MC: We've only just begun, and I'm already so overwhelmed.

MC: I wonder what will happen when it's SilverVine's turn to perform...

When I told him that, Kanade was calm as usual.

Kanade: When we hit the stage, you only have to focus on my voice and nothing else.

Kanade: Alright?

MC: Yup...!

With the crowd's cheers at its loudest, HOUNDS ended their performance...

As I greeted Haruto and his members with a smile, Kyoichiro called out to me while he was headed for the stage.

Kyoichiro: MC.

Kyoichiro: I hope Kanade can perform the song you poured your heart and soul into writing for him.

Kyoichiro: We will do our best as well. So, don't worry about us.

MC: Of course...!

Kyoichiro pat me on the shoulder and went on stage.

Henri came to stand before me.

Henri: I might be nothing compared to Kyoichiro and Kanade, but...

MC: Henri...?

I noticed the gloomy look on Henri's face and called out his name, then he responded with his usual bright smile.

Henri: I'm going to give it my best too!

Henri gave me a cheeky wink and joined the others on stage.

And...

Kanade: MC.

Kanade: I hope you're ready.

While I was staring at the stage, I heard my name being called and I turned around to see Kanade with an amused smile.

Kanade: Our night has just begun.

(It's finally time.)

I was already so pumped up that all I could do was scream and cheer. Kanade turned towards me and touched my ear while he tucker my hair behind it.

Kanade: I'm going to take over this place with my song. Don't you miss out on a single note I sing.

Kanade's powerful voice echoed through my uncovered ears.

Even though I was starting to tear up, I gave Kanade the biggest smile I could.

MC: Right here... I'll be listening to you sing.

At the same time I said that to him, memories of making this song with Kanade came flooding into my mind...

== Flashback Start ==

Kanade: ... Why I could perform a song like that, and what is my 'dream song'?

Kanade: It's not something I can explain in words.

(That night, when I heard you sing, that was the moment I realised I needed you in order to write my dream song.)

Kanade: If you can't make up your mind, then don't get involved.

Kanade: You should've known since the beginning that all challenges come with risks.

(Until that day, I was constantly anxious and uncertain.)

(There were times I even got so afraid, I wanted to quit.)

Kanade: Well... let's put it this way. Your song is like a raw gemstone.

Kanade: If it's not nicely cut and polished, it'll be nothing more than a dull rock.

Kanade: If it ends up being just a dull rock, then that's all it's ever good for.

(I was inspired by your unwavering determination and strong beliefs.)

(That's how I managed to come this far.)

== Flashback End ==

I looked up at Kanade's face with teary eyes as I realised once again how much he meant to me.

MC: All the best.

Kanade reached towards my face... and placed his hand behind my head before gently kissing me on the lips.

MC: Nn...!

I was stunned by the sudden kiss, and Kanade stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers.

Kanade: I'll be off.

He removed his hand from my cheek and turned around to make his way on stage.

The lingering sweet feeling from that kiss made me feel as if I was going to melt into a puddle on the spot...

Haruto: Hey, are you okay?

Haruto, who was wiping his sweat with a towel, quickly ran over to support me.

MC: Haru...to...

When I looked up with my face still burning, Haruto burst out laughing.

He turned his eyes towards Kanade on the stage and spoke.

Haruto: As expected of Kanade.

Haruto: He's always so cool.

MC: ... Yeah.

I smiled and looked up on stage.

MC: You truly are incredible.

All three members of SilverVine were on stage.

Kanade stood in front of the microphone, looking at the audience.

Henri called out to Kyoichiro, who was sitting down behind the drum set.

Henri: These are our 'accomplices' for tonight~

Henri: It feels even more amazing looking at them from up on stage.

Kyoichiro: Don't let the atmosphere get to you.

Kyoichiro grinned.

Kyoichiro: We'll be giving our best performance as usual.

Perhaps he heard their exchange, Kanade turned his head to look at Kyoichiro and Henri.

Kanade: Hmph... Kyoichiro is right, we'll perform as usual.

He said in a voice filled with confidence as he pointed his fingers to the sky.

Kanade: With this song, I will shoot down the bird that can't sing because it lost its voice.

He moved his hand down slowly and strummed the strings of his guitar.

Kanade: And...

Kanade: I will make it realise that the sky it's flying through is a lie.

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Declawed. Yan Chrollo x F Reader x Yan Feitan

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, Chrollo really steps up his game to be as awful as possible, Feitan is basically a warning in and of himself Word count: 7k. Note: this could be considered a “bad end” to the main story, hell within reach, or a standalone . really whatever you want to make of it.

Mimbo Republic’s Grand Central Station.

On any given day, this hub sees upwards of 750,000 visitors, ranging from tourists to everyday folk commuting back and forth to work. This is the ideal place to become one with the crowd, hence your being here. Numerous individuals whir by and you observe each and each one in a manner that doesn’t arouse suspicion.

That kid is pretending to bump into strangers and slipping his hands into their pockets. The woman by the railway line briefly contemplated pushing her boyfriend onto the tracks. The businessman talking into his Bluetooth device has been checking you out for the past few minutes.

Presently, you glance at the time and see it’s almost noon. What’s taking them so long? Just when you’re about to enter the public restroom to ask Ash, your younger sibling, if they’re alright, they emerge with a lackadaisical gait. As per your instructions, they’ve changed into a new outfit. Except for one critical element.

“The gloves, Ash,” you motion to their bare hands.

They scrunch their nose up. “Really, sis? Do you know how many fingerprints are left all over this place? I read an article saying they found, like, DNA that doesn’t match any known organism here. Cut me some slack. It’s hot as hell, I really don’t feel like wearing ‘em.”

Your response is immediate and curt.

“Put them on. Please.”

Memory Bomb works on inanimate objects that have been touched, after all.

They make a show of rolling their eyes yet acquiesce to your wish, grabbing a spare of your black leather gloves from their pocket and sliding them into place. The fit isn’t perfect, but it’ll have to do for now; you’d rather not stop to make any purchases since crowds thin out in shops. You’d be easier to identify on CCTV footage that way. Now that you’ve both changed, it’s time to move to the next part of your plan.

The train should be arriving any minute now. You switch between eyeing the estimated arrival time and everyone that passes by you.

“Stay close behind me,” you order Ash, who sticks their tongue out at you the second your back turns to them.

There hasn’t been any cause for alarm yet. As far as you can tell, you’re not being followed; though the swarming crowds would make excellent cover for pursuers to slide beneath the radar. Choosing a highly populated spot like this had both its advantages and disadvantages for that very reason. In the same way you can blend in, so can anyone seeking you out. You’ve done everything you’ve been taught to do and then some: moving irregularly, buying multiple train tickets with cash, and changing into new clothes at regular intervals.

In this line of work, there are no guarantees. Completing everything to the letter doesn’t mean you’re safe.

The robotic voice on the PA system announces the upcoming arrival of various trains.

This is it, then, you think. If anyone is going to strike, it’ll be while we’re sitting ducks.

You don’t need to glance over your shoulder to know Ash is diligently following after you as per your request — their aura is familiar enough that you can sense their position. That’s another problem. If you can pinpoint them out in a crowd, others with similar skill sets to yours can too. The alternative is asking them to use Zetsu, but if they were ambushed with a Nen attack, that’d make them essentially defenseless.

You shake your head.

The best thing for you to do is trust in your original plan. Doubt serves little purpose but to cloud the mind.

At noon exactly, the train arrives, screeching to a loud halt. You board without incident and head straight to your private room. Once Ash enters, you close the door and lock it. They waste no time kicking their legs up to relax while you give the room another glance over. Nothing incriminating reveals itself upon using Gyo. Content for now, you sit across for them, cross your legs, and fold your hands onto your lap.

Neither of you says a word while the train thrums to life, lifts from the rails, and begins its hours-long journey.

“So…” Ash eventually starts, then sighs. “You gonna tell me what this is about or what?”

You figured they would ask but remain firm in your decision. “My answer hasn’t changed since the last time you asked. I’ll tell you when we get home.”

Where it should be safer… in theory, you leave unsaid. Ash is as displeased with the notion of returning to your home as you are if their expression is anything to go by; it’s like they bit into a sour lemon. You can’t blame them for their reluctance. They had just gotten permission to leave the country, started climbing the ranks in Heaven’s Arena, and then you showed up at their room saying they needed to come with you immediately.

“Oh, great, home. I don’t know if you noticed, but we’re kinda heading in the opposite direction of ‘home’. Need me to spot you a map, sis?”

“I am aware of the geography, Ash. A direct flight is out of the question. Too few people have access to our home continent, we would stand out. I ask that you trust my judgment. I’ve prepared an alternative route.”

Ash purses their lips. “So, we are in danger then.”

“I won’t insult your intelligence by denying the reality.”

“But you’ll insult it by not telling me who we’re running from. Or why. I mean, Christ, have you gotten a wink of sleep in the past few days? Clue me in to what we’re up against here. If it comes down to a fight, you’re probably gonna die from sleep deprivation. At least give me a chance.”

Your exhaustion is that obvious, huh? You have been fighting against your biological clock for an unknown amount of time. Your initial assessment was that it would be best for Ash not to know anything, lest they become overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation and panic. Perhaps it was premature of you to conclude this. They’re fourteen, the more you baby them, the worse off you’ll be. Everything just happened so fast — you’ve barely been able to process it yourself. While you’ve always held yourself to the standard that it’s best to move on rather than wallowing in regret, you can’t help but wonder how things would’ve been if you handled them differently.

“Our opponents are masters of Nen,” you confess after a beat of silence. “They know my abilities and I know some of theirs.”

“How many are there?”

“I can’t say for certain. It could range from one to twelve, but with hired help… well, keeping count won’t matter then.”

For one of the first times in their life, Ash has no snarky reply at the ready. They look at you, or to be more specific, through you, eyes the same color as yours reflecting your solemn expression. Lines form on their youthful face from how hard they frown. You’re the first to break eye contact, finding a sudden interest in the blurring scenery past the window.

“Are they stronger than me?”

“... Yes.”

“Are they stronger than you?”

“That remains to be seen.”

Ash ponders on your words for a few moments before exclaiming, having reached an epiphany.

“Can’t you ring up that buddy of yours? The guy with the weird name? Y’know, Frollo, or whatever. He totally has a thing for you, don’t act like it isn’t true. I’m sure he’d help you out in a pinch.”

You part your lips and then close them. For all the words that there are in the English language, none of them seem to fit together in a way that could best answer their assurance. There must be some combination that could get across your thoughts, unfortunately, you are not currently privy to whatever that mixture is.

“What’s up with the look? Did you finally realize your taste in men is abysmal or something? About goddamn time. Wait… or is it…” Ash narrows their eyes and runs back over the past twenty-four hours they’ve spent with you. The secrecy, the nonstop running, how you haven’t lowered your guard for a mere second. Piece by piece, they put the puzzle together.

“Holy shit, [First]. Please tell me you did not break up with the leader of the Phantom Troupe.”

“... I also laced his wine with a sedative to get a head start.”

“Good lord, I need to draft up my will.”

Ash swallows thickly and throws their head back, staring at the ceiling unblinkingly. “You really think he’s gonna sic his band of goons on us ‘cause you broke his heart?”

You don’t know how to respond, so you choose not to. Ash catches your loss of interest in continuing the conversation and rustles through their backpack. Subconsciously, you lift your fingers to your right shoulder, where your spider tattoo hides beneath layers of dark fabric. Did this mean anything anymore? The Phantom Troupe had very few rules. However, it did stipulate that members of the spider could not seriously attack fellow members.

“I don’t believe you’re thinking clearly, dear,” is what Chrollo told you upon hearing of your intentions. “Why don’t we discuss this in the morning, after we’ve slept on it?

There was nothing worth discussing — your mind was made up.

It started in the little things. Matters that could be easily overlooked by even the most perceptive eye. He was a master of belittling your valid concerns and sweeping them under the rug, making you wonder why you felt perturbed by them in the first place. He did this once. Then again, and again, and again. A dizzying tango that stole the spotlight, never allowing for anything else in your life.

No, there truly was nothing to discuss. You had spoken plenty. There comes a point where words lose their value.

Whatever fate befalls you next is inconsequential. That was never what you concerned yourself over, doing so would be a waste of breath. What did weigh heavily on your heart was Ash. They have little to no connections overseas, if Chrollo willed it, they would be in immense danger. The thought alone was almost enough to radiate bloodlust from your pores. Hence your main priority: get Ash to safety and worry about the rest later. Tucked within the confines of the Avalor estate, they should be untouchable.

You’ve made your move. It’s up to Chrollo to make his.

He has to be awake by now. Most masters of Nen cultivate immunity to poisons and other various psychoactive substances. The sedatives that you used were strong, albeit tasteless, and cost you a pretty penny. What would likely be enough to kill a regular person would only last a few hours on someone like Chrollo, if that.

Ash triumphantly fishes out a rectangular-shaped device from their backpack, a grin on their face. You narrow your eyes.

“I thought I told you to discard your electronic devices back at Heaven’s Arena.”

“You did, yeah, and I threw my fucking phone away because of it. Which really sucks, by the way. This is just a Switch. I know you’re mega paranoid right now, but unlike phones, this isn’t trackable. I googled it to make sure.”

The image of a certain smiling blonde with technological prowess comes to mind. Slowly, you hold your hand out, beseeching them by speaking their name in a low tone. They don’t take kindly to your treatment and secure the Switch against their chest as if it were their newborn child.

“You wouldn’t dare. I just got Judy and Raymond on my island, so if you think I’m gonna hand this over willingly, you got another thing coming—”

There’s a knock on the door.

Ash cuts themself off prematurely, their eyes darting in the direction of the sound. Out of instinct, you ready yourself, remembering the do not disturb hanger you put on the compartment’s door. Using your hands, you signal for Ash to wait and remain on standby. Their previous rebellious streak is all but extinguished as they nod their head. To their credit, they maintain their aura well, disguising what must have been a shock.

The next knock is louder and a male voice follows its conclusion. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I really need to check your tickets, if you wouldn’t mind opening the door.”

It wouldn’t bode well to make a scene so early into the journey. You spare Ash another glance, to which they mouth ‘I’m fine’, though their previous bravado has deflated. The slight trembling of their hands is not lost to you.

The sooner you deal with this, the better.

You open the door and are greeted by an innocent enough looking attendant. Wordlessly, you procure two tickets from your pocket and put them on display. He readjusts his glasses, leans over, then takes the tickets from your grasp. In doing so, his fingers briefly brush over your own.

“Sorry ‘bout the trouble, ma’am,” he apologizes. “Lately, we’ve had issues with stowaways. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“Of course.”

After confirming your credentials are legitimate, he nods. “Alright then, you’re all good to go. Thank you for your time.”

He returns the tickets and bids you a pleasant trip. You think to close the door and regain your privacy, but an itch that just won’t go away tells you to wait. It would make sense that he would head to the next compartment so as to repeat the process he’s gone through with you. However, when you made it evident that you weren’t closing the door, he planted his feet firmly to the ground.

The attendant chuckles nervously. “Is everything okay, ma’am?”

He’s hiding something. It didn’t strike you as unnatural at first, but his posture betrays his intentions. He only wants you to see the front side of him. Otherwise, he would’ve walked away by now.

Behind your back, you secretly raise your hands. “Yes, I’m perfectly fine. Please, don’t stop your job on account of me.”

The window, you sign to Ash while you speak. Break it on my signal.

“Ah…” he trails off, sounding almost incredulous, “Very well then.”

In the reflection of the window behind him, you spot it.

An antenna embedded into his neck boasting batwings.

Outstretching your dominant hand, you open your fingers enough to make room for the hilt of your sword. Aura encases you, emanating from your body in a protective sheen; a calm before the storm. In the millisecond it takes for the attendant to blink, you slice clean through his neck with your conjured blade. The cut is clean enough that you feel no resistance from his bones or cartilage, a testament to his position of being a pawn. Killing this man won’t be the end of your issues — it only marks the beginning.

Gate to The Beyond (Hell Within Reach). Set A.

You dismiss your sword after hearing the clash of glass behind you. Ash kicks through the window, causing air to rush through the compartment in a wild rush.

What now? Ash signs, the color of their complexion taking a pallid hue.

Locomotive, you sign back. They nod and chew on their lower lip. You notice their eyes landing on the headless corpse behind you, something akin to guilt washing over their features. They shake their head, brace themself, then slide out the window and onto the roof. You think to unleash En but decide against it. The maximum radius for your En was about fifty feet, it would be best to wait until you’re in the middle of the train to use it to its full potential. It’d be anyone’s guess to know how many pursuers are on your trail for now.

You follow after Ash and climb onto the train’s roof.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust from the sudden increase of airflow, but the second they do, your spear is conjured.

A man of short stature stands in between you and the front of the train. You recognize the skull pattern embedded on his bandana, then ready your spear, intent on closing the distance as Ash is within his striking range. However, he speaks right before you throw the spear at his chest as a makeshift javelin, his eyes crinkled.

“Boss needs to see you,” his voice almost sounds taunting in its gleeful lilt.

Feitan unsheathes his sword to deflect the oncoming projectile. In the time it took him to do so, you’re in front of him, resummoning it into your grasp and beginning your assault. Metal sounds against metal as the two of you exchange a barrage of blows, neither of you advancing nor losing ground; gauging each other’s abilities intently with each strike. You use the length of the spear to your advantage, being able to strike at a longer distance than his sword can.

Ash stays at a safe distance, scrutinizing any potential openings to lend you assistance.

“Ash!” You call over to your sibling, then switch your language to a tongue Feitan hopefully can’t understand, “Send your ability to the front to defend the conductor.”

If Shalnark is somewhere within the vicinity, he might find a way to translate using his technological expertise, but it’s a risk you’ll have to take. It’s either him or Chrollo ‘borrowing’ his ability.

They focus their aura into their closed fist and punch down onto the train’s roof.

It’s an advantage that the other members don’t know Ash’s ability, you think, noticing how Feitan flitters his attention between your sibling behind you while parrying your blows. They have no choice but to remain cautious.

Ash is an Enhancer whose ability — Search and Destroy — boasts two facets. They concentrate their aura into small, spherical creatures. Search mode increases their range and allows them to fulfill simple commands, such as “look for this”. Whereas Destroy is ideal for combat, the tiny creatures pack a hefty punch and are capable of multiplying to overwhelm opponents.

The way you see it, you have one viable option here. Defeat or incapacitate the opponents coming after you and reach your destination. The arrangements you made were airtight, any delay in your arrival could spell disaster. Who knows how long it would take to find a trustworthy smuggler capable of getting you both back home.

“Troupe members should not fight,” Feitan jeers. “Against rules.”

“By all means, set your blade aside then,” is your monotonous response.

He cackles, though the sound is obscured by his bandana, the incessant clashing of metal, and the train groaning against the tracks in a harsh cacophony. The orchestral arrangement that comes alongside battle is a familiar one. You compose your score while your opponent creates theirs. The sound of Feitan’s style is distinct — malevolent, erratic yet planned — he derives joy from the thrill of the fight.

Slowly but surely, you get a handle of his unique rhythm. A person proficient in torture does not aim for killing blows. Dead men tell no tales, after all. He’s sneakier than that, throwing in feints ever so often to make you second guess where he might strike next. You aim for his vitals and he aims to incapacitate your hands or arms, so that you might be unable to fight.

You step up the offensive once you feel confident there’s no blatant gap in your defense to pursue.

That confirms it, you think, whirling your spear around you in a circular motion to force him further back, I’m faster than him. Who knows for how long, though.

Up ahead, you notice the ground surrounding the railroad tracks growing steeper on both sides and grit your teeth. That’s right — this is a mountainous region where bridges are a must to go from place to place. Whereas before you could urge Ash to jump off and sustain minimal damage in the process, that emergency exit will become null if the drop is five thousand or so feet down. This must have been by design. Feitan, and whoever might be with him, want to keep you in place.

“Search made it to the front!” Ash informs, using the same foreign language from earlier, “Everything is fine, we’re still headed in the right direction!”

What are they playing at here? No one was posted near the conductor? It’d give them an advantage to coordinate an attack while using the emergency brakes. If Feitan had forewarning, the sudden halt would stun you both, creating an ideal opening for an attack. Having that possibility hanging over your head would be an effective psychological weapon too.

Did the Troupe predict I’d think that way? Or is there something else happening here…

Feitan is gradually increasing his agility with each second that ticks by. If he continues at this rate, he could match or even surpass your speed in minutes. This had to be one of the worst matchups for you when taking into account the other Troupe members' skill sets. Chrollo coordinated this, there’s no doubt in your mind. Your strength was your inhuman speed and your weakness was long-term endurance. The longer a fight drags on, the worse off you become. That’s why you aim to end things quickly whenever possible.

This is a different set of circumstances — you’re not fighting by yourself. You have your younger sibling to look out for and protect, a facet that keeps you from committing to any decisive attack.

Your opponent leaps to the side, creating a blatant opening in his abdomen, though he coats it with Ko to compensate.

No matter. You don’t manage to hit him with the blunt of the blade, but land a blow with the spear’s shaft. He grimaces, as if expecting this, yet sees his original intention through. You pivot on your heel, more than capable of defending against any attacks he intends to make from this change in position. However, you realize he’s continuing to move past you.

Toward Ash.

Your response is immediate: you conjure your bulkiest armor to protect them, Set 1, feeling a chunk of aura leave like charge from a computer that’s been overclocked. His blade comes into contact with a silver breastplate instead of penetrating through their torso. The force from his rapid acceleration sends them stumbling back, dazed, and he’s not kind enough to ignore the chance. You lunge forward, but he is already in range.

Blade at the ready, he swipes, starting at their left side to move straight through.

They won’t be able to dodge that!

At the last possible second, Ash raises both their forearms to halt his unrelenting advance, which are further secured in your conjured gauntlets. Will that be enough?

A sickening crunch resonates through the air — the sound of the bones in their arms being fractured.

“Tsk,” Feitan clicks his tongue and disengages, as you conjure your sword to take his attention away from Ash. Just how strong of a blow did he land? For it to inflict so much damage on an Enhancer, covered by your best armor set for defense… that’s when it hits you. Ash loans so much of their aura to maintain their ability. That deficit gave them less to work with when it came to enduring Feitan’s blow.

This is the consequence of your order to send Search ahead.

It’s no longer realistic to consider maintaining both the train’s destination and your sibling’s safety. As such, you make a judgment call.

“Bring back Search,” you tell Ash, who remains stunned from the previous attack, pain rippling through their body, “You need your aura.”

Through gritted teeth, they respond in English, their brain likely too preoccupied to worry about the fine details such as keeping your intentions unknown to your opponent.

“But that leaves the engine wide open—”

“Just listen to me!”

You notice a decent dent in Feitan’s blade from where it made contact with the gauntlets. This depression in the surface makes his hits less impactful, a shortcoming he compensates for by ramping up his speed. He still isn’t going to utilize his Hatsu? The logic behind his thinking makes little sense to you. From what Phinks has told you, Feitan’s ability grows more menacing after he’s sustained damage. He told you that the range was “insane” and obliterated everything and everyone in its path, aside from its user.

Is Feitan not trying to kill you? And why would Chrollo assign only one spider when using the others would greatly increase his chances of your defeat?

There is growing unrest in the compartments beneath your feet. The passengers must have picked up on the commotion overhead and started to voice their concerns; you suspect it’s only a matter of time before the conductor uses the emergency brakes after finding out what’s happening atop his train.

Feitan leaps back and tosses his dilapidated sword to the side, allowing it to fall in the sharp plunge below.

His aura spikes, forming a sinister veneer, its tendrils far-reaching and promising certain destruction. You bristle, gauging the unfolding development in front of you while calculating the best move to make next. Do you take this chance to conjure Set C and slice clean through the compartment now that you aren’t parrying his blows, effectively splitting the train in two? That would create a sizable distance between you both, at the expense of the passengers… not that you can bring yourself to care for them when Ash’s life is on the line.

Or do you charge forward in the seconds he prepares his Hatsu to try finishing him off?

Cutting the train in two only delays the problem, you think, squatting down to use your legs like a spring for your next attack. He’ll just come after us again. I’ll end this.

Sword in hand, you prepare to land a definitive cut, propelling toward Feitan with your blade raised and fingers tightly secured around the hilt.

You ready to sweep your blade through him—

—Only for the scenery in front of you to change in an instant.

What is…? You stab your sword through the roof to stabilize yourself. No longer are you looking at Feitan from up close, but instead, there’s a sizable gap between you both. The person who is where you should be is now Ash. Almost like at the last possible second, your positions swapped.

You rise to your feet and grimace.

“You should’ve discussed it with me in the morning like I suggested, [First].”

In your peripherals, you see him. And oh, how you wish you didn’t.

The muscles in your body go taut as a pulled bowstring, your eyes widening then narrowing, realization coming in gradual waves. Dark hair billows around his face and obscures his expression, a small grace, since whatever emotion he holds would only serve to piss you off further. Should it be amusement, disappointment, or anything else.

In his outstretched palm sits Skill Hunter, the origin of your woes. Disdainfully, you recall a stolen ability of his that allows two people to switch places if they’re within his line of sight. He once excitedly told you that it belonged to a sham optical illusionist. Who would’ve thought you’d one day have to fight against it? Feitan’s actions were a feint for you to focus your attention solely on him, allowing Chrollo to proceed undetected.

Secured in his other arm is a female passenger, who shrieks and struggles to no avail, tears streaming down her blotchy face. You ready your sword without hesitation. What does he take you for, a saint? Getting your hands dirty was nothing new for a person such as yourself. There’s a certain assertiveness in his gray eyes that irks you, like tiny needles pricking your body all over.

“Surely, you don’t think a human shield will stop me from killing you.”

Chrollo has boldly placed himself inside your range, but he must know that. No, he’s counting on it; it’s another ploy to taunt you.

“I don’t, no,” he readily agrees, a playful smile tugging on his lips. “Not if it’s her.”

As if the wailing woman was nothing more than a piece of trash, he haphazardly flings her to the side, off the train and into the steep plummet below. You stay firmly planted in place. A chilling realization seeps into your bones, infecting your bloodstream, rendering you ill from the inside out. Malaise spreads as the pages of Skill Hunter turn in rapid succession.

He couldn’t possibly mean to…?!

The woman dissipates from your view like a foggy wisp. In her place, is your beloved younger sibling Ash, whose eyes go wide with terror. You don’t think, don’t plan, don’t waste even a millisecond to breathe: you act on raw instinct alone. At that moment, the world itself and its troubles fade into a meaningless blur. Chrollo, Feitan, your plan… everything is forgotten as Ash takes unparalleled precedence in your mind and soul.

The armor surrounding them disperses in a last-ditch effort to reduce the speed of their fall. Frenzied, you reach out in their direction, disregarding your own safety in the process.

If not for the two arms behind you securing you by the waist, it’s likely you would’ve fallen as well.

Your splayed fingers grasp at nothing but air. Not their stupid hoodie with some cartoon character they insisted it needed to have, lest they refused to change into it, or the hair that they’ve taken to styling in a manner similar to yours. Nothing. Their fading scream blends with the high-pitched ringing resonating in your ears, and you blink, finding an odd sensation stinging your eyes. A phenomenon that you hadn’t experienced since you were a child. It was a sign of weakness, you were told, an involuntary response that you must learn to control.

“Crying is useless,” your father used to drill into you. “And those who do it have no place in this family.”

You struggle against the arms holding you back, a defiant groan leaving your lips as you twist your body wildly.

Ah…

Why is Ash falling? That can’t be right.

Chrollo’s arms tighten further, an unspoken warning, telling you to cut it out. Your ribcage groans for relief yet you do not pay it any attention. He’s right there. Close, you’re so infuriatingly close, as if some higher power also wished him dead almost as much as you do.

You’ll kill him. Rip him to shreds. Decimate the corpse until there’s nothing recognizable about it. Feed his flesh to the vultures and bones to the sharks.

Conjuring your sword, you move like a machine, emotionless and precise; aiming for his jugular. He makes no attempt to move or stop you. Instead, he motions his head to the left, where Feitan’s raspy voice speaks up from.

“Go on. Ask big sissy for help.”

“Fuck you! [First], just kill him! I’m fine— gh!”

Ash’s voice? Your blade comes to a halt against Chrollo’s pulse, a thin line of blood seeping out from the shallow cut that barely formed. You follow the direction of the sound and see Ash, in a similar predicament as him. They’re kneeling, arms twisted in an unnatural way, bruises blistering their youthful face in unsightly shades of purple. Feitan’s aura submerged hand hovers threateningly by their neck, his eyes challenging yours, eyebrows upturned. He’s clearly savoring your dilemma.

The unfortunate woman caught up in the crossfire is nowhere to be seen.

While despair threatened to outweigh your sensibility, Chrollo must have once again switched their places.

The cogs in your head grind and turn against each other. Whatever outcome comes from this, it would be as a result of your action or inaction. Your fingers on the hilt quivers. You could kill Chrollo right now. His life dances in the palm of your hand, like a court jester making a mockery of his king. What do you do? You may be fast, but the gap between you and Feitan is too sizable. Ash would be sentenced to death the second you slice through Chrollo’s common carotid artery.

How long can you keep this up for? If you trade Chrollo’s life for Ash’s, this conflict wouldn’t end, it’d merely be delayed. They would continue their pursuit. Ash is no longer in a state to fight. You’re confident you could fend them off for a while, but fatigue from maintaining shielding them with honor is bound to set in. There’s no end to this that fulfills your lone goal of protecting your family.

That is… unless you can offer an attractive alternative.

“My Hatsu,” you begin, swallowing thickly, “I will give it to you.”

Chrollo raises an eyebrow yet makes no effort to interrupt. He wants to hear your desperate offer out, apparently. Your pride is beaten and bruised, paling in grandeur like a flickering candle the longer you mull over your prospects. What you have to placate Chrollo is yourself. That’s what it will come to, then. Offering yourself in a twisted auction.

“Along with my compliance. I’ll go anywhere you want… do anything you want. In return…”

You look at him with fire burning in your eyes. “Ash is returned home safely.”

Ash’s facial expression morphs from belligerence to confusion, as if you were speaking a foreign tongue beyond their comprehension. Feitan remains unmoving, waiting for any order Chrollo might give, his nails sharp and an unwelcome reminder of what is at stake.

“Will they not use your family’s connections to seek revenge?” Chrollo queries.

“... They won’t,” you shake your head. “Not if they don’t remember this.”

Something akin to realization flickers over his visage. “Ah.”

“That’s bullshit,” Ash wheezes out, their eyes bloodshot. “No, no, no…”

“Very well,” Chrollo expresses his acceptance to your conditions. For what could possibly be the last time, you savor the weight of your beloved sword in your hands, committing to memory the nuances that come with it. This was the first of your Sets you ever learned to conjure. If you were to be honest with yourself, it might be your favorite too. Eyelids fluttering shut, you dismiss the weapon, allowing it to sink into an abysmal nothingness where it won’t ever heed your call again.

“Why are you giving up?” Ash demands, their voice cracking at the end of their sentence. “Is this my fault? I held you back, didn’t I? Again… you’re sacrificing yourself for me again… fuck…!”

You give Ash the kindest smile you can muster, your heart dropping to your stomach. They did well for the dire situation you forced them into. If this is how strong they are this early into their development, you know great things await them. Unlike yourself, Ash can do anything they want, be anything they want.

Silently, you promise to yourself that you’ll witness what they become yourself. Chrollo can’t hope to keep you locked away forever. No, once you’re certain Ash is out of harm’s way, you’ll make every second he spends with you a living hell.

“That isn’t true. If it’s for you, I would never consider it a sacrifice.”

Your voice is no softer than a passing breeze. Tender, as if speaking to a child, although for once, Ash doesn’t seem to mind.

“After all,” you watch the pages of Chrollo’s book flip to the necessary entry for your plan to be carried out, “You finally started to view me as your older sister again.”

…

This night feels cooler than the others before it.

The cause of this could be attributed to a variety of factors. The lackluster insulation of the warehouse is your best guess; you can feel air currents rushing through cracks to chill your skin. Your arms are yet to go numb despite your current uncomfortable position. Blood flow isn’t what it should be, since they’re secured to a pole above your head, but you recall enough techniques to keep it manageable.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” Chrollo comments.

Presently, he sits in a metal chair, gazing up at you in the same manner people admiring art at museums do.

“I assure you, this situation is temporary,” he pauses, as if lost in thought. “You didn’t give me much time to make more suitable arrangements for a person of your status.”

“My status, huh?” You repeat in a whisper. If you could, you would try to sound irate, but you’re far past that point. Waving around your former nobility was nothing more than a blatant attempt to get a rise from you. A fruitless endeavor, since you’re too tired to be upset. Perhaps another day. When you’re well-rested and recovered, able to acknowledge the full weight of what you’ve gotten yourself into.

A door behind him creaks, revealing Feitan, who doesn’t spare you a single glance.

“Done what you asked,” he reports to Chrollo, who hums. “Finished here?”

“That depends.”

Chrollo stands to his full height and makes his way toward you. You command your heart to calm itself — the organ belongs to you, it only makes sense that it heeds your orders — your face purposefully impassive. His gait is relaxed, casual even. He settles himself behind you. One hand reaches to grab your face, forcing it in Feitan’s direction, while the other holds your now struggling body still. Suppressing your fight or flight instinct may be one of the most difficult tasks you’ve been subjected to.

I have to play along until I know Ash is safe, you remind yourself. Maintain composure. This is nothing.

“I will only ask this once,” Chrollo begins, earning the shorter man’s full attention. “Are you interested in her?”

Feitan switches from assessing you to searching through Chrollo’s intentions, his eyes widening for the briefest of moments. You’re not much better off yourself, your eyebrows furrowing together. In the time you’ve spent with the Troupe, you could count the times Feitan has approached you on one hand. The conversations lasted less than a minute and never stood out in your mind as unusual. If anything, you were under the distinct impression Feitan disliked you.

“You can be honest, Fei. I won’t be upset.”

He mumbles something in his native tongue that you don’t understand. Are they messing with you? Is this some sort of blatant attempt at psychological warfare? You crane your neck as much as you can to get a glimpse of Chrollo, but to no avail, he simply tightens his grip on your face. It’s borderline bruising but nothing that you can’t handle.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Chrollo muses, resting his chin on the crook of your neck.

“... Mm.”

That must be the closest thing to agreement Chrollo expects to get, as he continues on. “I’d often notice your eyes lingering on her when the Troupe was gathered. You have exquisite taste, Fei.”

If it had been almost anyone else speaking, you’re certain Feitan would have put an end to their life. Chrollo is a lone exception in that regard. Feitan holds too much respect for his boss to express anything other than tentative silence. The atmosphere in the room thickens, and you hold your breath, remaining as vigilant as you can given the circumstances.

“I am interested,” Feitan admits, his voice steady. “But she is yours.”

Your mouth twists in displeasure but you bite your tongue. Suddenly, it’s warm, blisteringly hot. She is yours. Nausea eats away at you, festers like maggots inside a wound. Men and women have vied for your favor in the past; this is nothing new. The main difference is how you’re able to react. You’re tiptoeing on thin ice that threatens to shatter from the slightest increase in pressure.

“Would you agree with him, [First]?”

Chrollo allows your name to roll off his tongue for the first time since this conversation was initiated. To think it once gave birth to butterflies in your stomach when he spoke your name — there’s little more than rot remaining where they once fluttered.

“What does it matter,” you respond, making sure to keep your voice unwavering so as not to make it easy for Chrollo to derive pleasure from it. Or Feitan, for that matter, apparently. “Think what you will.”

“See? She’s simply a delight.”

“Hm,” Feitan neither agrees or disagrees. “She wants to kill us.”

“That she does.”

It wouldn’t take a genius to deduce that, you think. What’s he getting at?

“Do you think she can, even without her Hatsu?” Chrollo asks.

Feitan mulls over the question for a moment, perhaps weighing his fight with you earlier. Your combat prowess, though tempered by a visceral urge to keep your family safe, would be a mistake to ignore.

“… Maybe. Not easily.”

“I thought that perhaps we could share her,” you hear the smile in Chrollo’s voice. Shivers run down your body. “Since our interests align.”

You don’t know who is more surprised in that moment — you, or Feitan. It takes a great deal to take either of you aback, but in true Chrollo fashion, he manages this impossible feat with ease. You part your lips to express your dissent over being treated in this dehumanizing manner, then think better of it.

Endure, you plead with yourself, teeth grinding. Endure and your patience will one day be rewarded.

“You sure?”

“I am, yes.”

Silently, Feitan approaches you. There’s no discernible intention in his eyes aside from curiosity. Chrollo releases his hold on you and steps aside. With your newfound freedom, you’d finally be able to look away from the oncoming male, but you choose not to. No, you make a point of holding his gaze unflinchingly. His eyes crinkle upward in amusement, a soft chortle leaving his person.

Fingers as sallow as a corpse reach out, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging it to the side.

“Are you difficult, woman?”

“You’re more than welcome to find out.”

You think he might be smiling beneath his bandana.

“Gladly.”

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v-hope · 3 years

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Fall Out, 9:47PM — Belong

Warning: Familiar argument/fight and violence (nothing major).

Feeling his pocket vibrate over and over as Jimin kept spamming him with texts for him to go back downstairs where the party was taking place, he kept on walking, completely ignoring his best friend’s pleads, as he knew all too well that Jimin would not make a scene, which would definitely happen if he ran after him to stop him.

It wasn’t like he was trying to start a fight or anything. He had just seen you talk to your parents by the other side of the room — neither of you looking precisely happy as you made your way upstairs, where Jimin had pointed out your bedroom was. And, although he was dying to know what was going on, he knew he could always ask you afterwards. It was watching Sungjin going up right after you, what made him decide he was joining whatever was happening up there as well.

After all, he was your boyfriend. Not Sungjin. Even if the entire world believed otherwise.

It took him a good couple of minutes to find your room, for the mansion you used to live in was way bigger than he had expected — the music downstairs being barely audible anymore as he kept walking deeper into the second floor. He would probably have ended up giving up and going back down with Jimin to keep on drinking his feelings away, if it weren’t for the fact that he caught a glimpse of Sungjin after having turned right into what he thought, and hoped, was the last hallway.

Lee remained outside of a white door that Taehyung supposed belonged to your bedroom — palms lightly pressed to it as he tried his best to listen to what you and your parents were talking about inside.

“Stalker much?” Taehyung couldn’t help but call out once he reached his side, voice quiet as he tried his best for you not to listen to them from the other side of the door.

Sungjin rolled his eyes, taking a step back from the door. “Just worried”.

“What’s there to be worried about?”

“Y/N’s trying to talk them out of going on the trip, that won’t end up well”.

Taehyung frowned, clear panic mixed with confusion in his eyes. “What trip?”

Sungjin froze, petrified eyes locking with Taehyung’s to try and find out whether he was playing dumb or not.

“Yah, what trip are you talking about?” Taehyung pushed it.

“She… She didn’t tell you?”

He shook his head no. And for a moment there, staring into the dumbfounded and quite worried expression on Sungjin's face, he forgot that he didn’t know about your relationship to begin with. He seemed way too aware not to.

Nevertheless, even if Sungjin didn’t know you and Taehyung had been a couple for a good amount of months by now, he was not stupid — the chemistry between the two of you, and the way you cared for one another, were too much for him not to notice. Therefore, he was indeed taken aback over you not telling Taehyung you were going on a family trip with him.

Before Sungjin could even begin to try and give him an explanation, however, both their heads snapped back to the door — the voices inside becoming louder and closer to where they were standing. Just enough for them to be heard through the door, even more considering both guys pressed their ears to it without a second thought.

“You never listen to me!” your exasperated voice was the first one they heard. “I don’t want to do this anymore, just let me go already”.

“You can still change your mind, dear” your mother spoke up. “We said one year and we’re not giving up on showing you that you belong here until the last second”.

“Will you ever leave me alone after that?” your broken words made Taehyung feel uneasy. “Because this one year was supposed to be for me to show you I could survive on my own, which, by the way, I already did. It was never for you to convince me to stay”.

“We would be morons not to try and make you stay, dear”.

“I’m starting to believe the two of you will sabotage my life until I come crawling back here with you”.

“All we’re asking is for you to consider your choices until the year is done. We’re not monsters, darling” it was your father the one to speak up this time, causing Taehyung to roll his eyes right as you scoffed quite loudly.

“Lately that is all I can see you two as”.

“Excuse me?”

“What I just said,” although your voice trembled, it was confident enough. “I love you both so much, but all you’ve done this past year is make my life harder. I loved my life here, with its ups and downs, until the Jimin incident happened and you guys became even more controlling than you ever were”.

“We just want what’s best for you” your mother tried to make you understand. “All we want is for you to have the best things in life, Y/N”.

“And I have everything I need back home with Taehyung”.

Sungjin’s eyes snapped up to Taehyung, who bit the inside of his cheek, trying his best not to smile at your words, as your relationship had apparently been exposed to your fake fiancé right then.

“Please, that is not your home” your mother laughed, in a way that made your boyfriend’s blood boil. “You belong here, dear. You’re a Kim. You have always been and will always be a Kim. I know you will come to your senses and marry Sungjin so you can take after our business with your brother. You’re coming with us and that’s final”.

“Watch me. I’m not going on that trip”.

That’s when the doorknob turned and you came out of the room, stopping in your tracks when you stood face to face with the two nosy guys who didn’t know where to hide right then.

“What are you doing here?” your father’s voice was heard over yours — threatening eyes not on Sungjin, but on Taehyung.

Your boyfriend, however, did not take one step back. “Trying to find out what’s going on here”.

“I will tell you what’s going on here, handsome” your mother interrupted, unintentionally using the pet name you had for him — in a despective way, of course. He hated it. “Our daughter deserves better than you. She will come with us on a family trip with Sungjin and his family, so she can spend some quality time with her fiancé and realise how much happier she would be if she just married him and stayed here with us”.

“I’m not staying”.

“Whether you like it or not, this is reality” your mother kept talking to Taehyung regardless of your addition. “Did you really think a heiress like her could fall for a cheap artist like you?”

“Don’t you dare talk to him like that” you defended him in a heartbeat.

Taehyung, on the other hand, stayed silent.

He knew that was not what you thought. He had heard you only one minute ago tell your parents that you wanted to be with him, that your home was with him. Nevertheless, it hurt. Hearing all those things hurt, because they were exactly what he had been thinking when he saw you act ever so happily with your guests downstairs as your birthday gala went on.

No mater how many actual proof he had of you wanting to stay with him, he couldn’t help but think that there was still a chance, as small as it could be, of you coming back here with your parents and leaving him. Maybe it was the trauma of having lost all his loved ones before, he wasn’t sure. But, whatever it was, he couldn’t help but feel like he would lose you in the end.

They were right, in a way. You were used to this lifestyle. And he wished he could give you this kind of life. But he couldn’t. He could not afford it. He would never be able to afford it.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that” your mother fought back. “You still are my daughter, dear. Know your place”.

“Please,” you let out a breathy laugh. “I’ve known my place all along. Now you should take a hint and know yours, mother. Taehyung is my boyfriend”.

“And I am your mother”.

“I don’t care who you are! I love him! I love him and I’m staying with him, whether you like it or n—”

Your words were cut off by a burning feel in your cheek, one that a second later you learned had been caused by your mother’s hand colliding with it.

That was all it took for the two guys present to run next to you. Taehyung was faster, though — warm, familiar hands cupping your face and checking up on your already swollen cheek, his worried eyes silently asking your teary ones if you were okay, only glaring at your mother once you had nodded your head.

“What is wrong with you?!”

“I’m her mother, she owes me respect”.

“She owes you nothing!” he pulled you to him. “She is an adult, why can’t you get that?”

“We do not owe you any explanations” your father said, so calmingly it was infuriating.

“I would like an explanation, though” Sungjin mumbled. “Since I could possibly be marrying into this family”.

“Sungjin-ah…” your mother warned him.

“You just hit your daughter. In front of our eyes. You cannot possibly believe that is alright”.

“I believe the two of you don’t have a say in this”.

“As her possible future husband, I think I do”.

“And as her actual boyfriend,” Taehyung’s low voice caught their attention. “I will be taking her away from you now”.

Before they could stop you, his hand travelled up to your shoulder, securely keeping you by his side as he turned around and guided you away from the dramatic scene you had been involved in.

“I wouldn’t stop her from going on the trip with us tomorrow if I were you” your father spoke up as the two of you walked away from them. “Wouldn’t want your precious art to go downhill”.

“Whatever”.

You stared up at him, not being able to hide just how much both your father’s threat and Taehyung’s careless answer had worried you. Daring your parents was like playing with fire, and you didn’t want him to burn — especially not when he had found himself involved in this whole situation because of you.

All the confidence you had once felt about not going on the trip no matter what card they pulled on you, gone. For they were no longer using a card against you, but on him. You could not drag him into a fight that wasn’t his.

But he didn’t seem to mind. And, if he did, he was hiding it very damn well. With his eyes fixed ahead of you, he did nothing but keep walking aimlessly.

Although his first thought had been to take you home, he couldn’t ignore the fact that the place was filled with paps waiting outside so they could pester with questions and picture whoever it was that left the gala. Definitely not the way to go when you’re trying to keep a relationship secret. So, instead, he took you to one of the bathrooms on the second floor — informing you where he wanted to go and having you point out for him where the closest bathroom was.

Once inside, he made sure to lock the door, later lifting you up by your waist and sitting you down on the sink. Turning the hot water on, he wet a small towel and gently pressed it to the swollen skin on your cheek, causing a small whimper to escape your mouth at the contact.

“Are you really okay?” his eyes fixed on yours.

You nodded, a small smile curving up the corners of your lips. “Should’ve seen the one she gave me after finding out about Jimin and I”.

“It’s not funny” he shook his head, eyes just as worried as before.

“Sorry” you lowered your head. “I’m okay, though. It hurt me more what she said to you”.

“It was nothing” he lied, pressing the towel to your face one last time before he put it down next to you on the sink.

“None of it is true” you reassured him.

“Even the trip bit?”

You bit your lip, feeling your chest tighten as you knew you could no longer keep this from him; not when you had not managed to make your parents change their mind. You shook your head no. “That part is true…”

“So you’re truly going on a ‘family trip’ with them” his voice let you know just how bad he was not having it. “When?”

You said nothing, staring down at your hands resting on your lap as you nervously fidgeted with your fingers.

“Y/N?” he pushed it, your silence alone letting him know he would not like the answer he was looking for. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow”.

Silence.

And then, a breathy laugh escaped his mouth — an incredulous one, with no signs of humor in it whatsoever.

“Tomorrow?” he repeated. “You’re leaving tomorrow for God knows how long, on a trip with the one guy you’re possibly marrying, and you’re only now telling me?”

“I’m not marrying him” you mumbled.

“Were you even planning on telling me at all?” he asked, not seeming to care about your quiet correction. “Or were you just leaving tomorrow and letting me know once you were in a hotel room on the other side of the world?”

“Don’t be like that…”

“Then how do you want me to be, Y/N? Don’t I have a right to know my girlfriend is going on a trip with another guy?”

“I was trying to stop the trip altogether” you tried to explain. “That’s why I was talking to my parents. I do not want to go, Taehyung. I was trying to make them change their mind”.

“Well, that surely worked” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry” you held his hands in yours. “I tried, I really did”.

“So that’s it?” he asked coldly. “You’re going?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Yes!” he took a step back, hands slipping from yours. “You do. You’ve had a choice all along, yet you’ve decided to still follow your parents’ orders even after all this time”.

“My father literally threatened your career if I ended up not going”.

“I don’t care what he does to my career. I can go back to work part time and keep it as a hobby for all I care”.

“I won’t let you do that”.

“I told you I don’t care about it,” his voice turned stern. “Why do you?”

“Because I don’t want to be the reason your life is sabotaged”.

“My life is being sabotaged right now and it’s got nothing to do with my art”.

That had you furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“This, right now” he pointed to you and back at him. “I want to be with you, Y/N. But you’re not letting me, you’re making all the decisions for me”.

“I’m not making any decisions for you”.

“Yes, you are” he threw his head back in exasperation. “You’re choosing my career over you right now and I’m not even getting a say on it. It’s supposed to be my decision and I’d choose you in a heartbeat”.

“Taehyung…”

“Just stay here” he pleaded in a small whisper, his forehead faintly resting on yours. “With me”.

You bit your bottom lip, in a poor attempt at stopping it from trembling as your eyes welled up with tears. “I can’t…” you managed to whisper. “I can’t risk it. Even if I did stay, you would end up hating me for having ruined for you what you love the most”.

“I love you the most”.

You shook your head no. Your heart hurt more with every passing second. “It’s only going to be a couple of days. We won’t be there for longer than a week, an—”

“I don’t care how long it’s going to be,” he once again withdrew from your touch. “I don’t want you to go”.

“Taehyung, they have contacts in every single art gallery in the country” you pointed out, letting him know what he would be facing.

“I don’t care” he repeated, growing more frustrated by the second. “I’ve been very understanding when it comes to keeping our relationship a secret and you going out with Sungjin and acting like a couple all the time we’ve been dating, but I am not letting you go on a romantic trip with him”.

“It’s not a romantic trip”.

“No, you’re right. It’s a family trip” his words sounded venomous. “Do you know how much more that hurts? You’re supposed to be my family, not his”.

“I am!” you cupped his face, pulling him close enough for your forehead to rest on his. “I am your family, handsome. I’m never going to be his. But it’s just this once,” your thumbs softly caressed his cheeks. “Just this once, and then the last month will be gone and I won’t ever have to go out with him and act like a couple again”.

Taehyung shook his head, defeatedly closing his eyes. “It won’t end there,” he sighed. “You know that, right? After the trip there will be a family dinner, then maybe another gala, then a proposal, th—”

“No” you cut him off. “No, that won’t happen. I won’t let it happen”.

“They threatened us with my career, Y/N. They won’t let that card go” he reminded you. “And although I don’t care about it, you seem to do”.

“I just can’t bear to be the reason your dream goes to waste. I know my parents” you tried to explain. “This one month left will be over soon…”

“Why not stop everything now then?”

“They won’t let me. The deal was one year, they won’t let me give the remaining month up, don’t you think I’ve tried already?” your voice broke. “If I had known I would fall for you three months in, I wouldn’t have agreed to one year”.

He sighed, feeling his own eyes well up with tears, yet doing his best to stop them from falling. “I don’t want you to go…”

“I promise it will be just for a few days”.

“Just a few days are enough for you to change your mind”.

You froze at his words, a part of you understanding what he meant, yet not wanting to believe it. “What?”

Taehyung bit the inside of his cheek. He had said it out of spite, out of hurt, but it was done, and now you were waiting for an answer. So, he gave you one.

“I saw how happy you looked tonight. The way you would talk with those girls you’ve always said are not your friends. The way you would lock your arm with Sungjin’s and smile next to him all night long”.

“There are cameras everywhere, I was acting”.

“Didn’t look like acting” he mumbled.

You sighed, fixing your hair as you tried to come up with the right words. “I admit I did enjoy myself every now and then, but that doesn’t mean I want to stay here”.

“Try saying that after multiple nights having caviar and champagne for dinner”.

“You’re being unfair”.

“I am being unfair?” he scoffed. “I’m not the one going on a trip with the person I could end up marrying”.

“I won’t end up marrying him!” you repeated what you had been saying for over a year now. “I love you, not him. I won’t leave you and I will not marry him. You just… don’t trust me at all, do you?”

“Don’t try to turn the tables” he warned you.

“No, I know I hurt you and I know I’m in the wrong, and that you have all the right to be mad at me right now. But you should know better than to believe I will just drop what we have over a fancy life”.

“Well, it’s been nearly a year and you still haven’t let this double life of yours go. Plus, you didn’t move out because you hated this lifestyle, but because you didn’t want an arranged marriage, so…”

“So that’s what you think? That I will fall right back for this lifestyle’s charms and end up leaving you?” you tried to look for his eyes, only to have him stare intently to the wall on the side. “Do you think I changed from the way I was when we first met at all?”

He shrugged, and it was the fact that he stayed silent for a few seconds, actually considering his answer, what hurt you the most. “They’re your parents after all. Your family… or at least your biological one. You still love them no matter how bad they treat you, and I guess I get it. You just don’t seem ready to let them go”.

“I just told my parents that I love you and am staying with you” you pushed it.

“Words mean nothing when you’re showing the exact opposite” his words felt like a bucket of ice cold water being thrown at you. “If you wanted to stay with me like you say, we wouldn’t be having this argument right now”.

“It’s not that simple, you know that” you whispered.

He shrugged, saying nothing else as his eyes remained fixed anywhere else but in yours.

“I don’t see this conversation going anywhere anymore” you managed to quietly say, when you could no longer take the overwhelming silence that had taken over the room.

“On that we agree” he stated, taking another step back. “I’ll head back home”.

“I’ll be there once we’re done here”.

Taehyung nodded, reaching for the door and stopping once his hand was on the knob. He took a deep breath. “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight”.

Your chest tightened, finding it hard to both breathe and speak, but you managed to do so nevertheless. “What’s the point of me going back home then?”

“Don’t you have clothes to pack?” his head turned to you.

You shrugged, avoiding his eyes. “I can manage with what I have here”.

“Right. You can manage” his jaw tensed, the same way his hand tensed around the doorknob. “Stay here then”.

And without another word, he left.

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Dulcis (Part I)

This is my formal submission to The Pit™️ (so much filth)

This is going to be a two part series! It doesn't end here

(I know this might not be everyone's cup of tea since it is about infidelity. Reader is engaged and David is married. Please feel free to skip this if that doesn't interest you!)

Dave (Murder Daddy) York x F!Reader

Pairing: David York x F!Reader

Word Count: 12K (are we even surprised at this point)

Warnings: **TRIGGER WARNING** NSFW 18+ INFIDELITY! (reader is engaged, David is married) language, Smut, PIV sex (wrap it up), dirty talk, **daddy kink** oral (m receiving / mentions of female receiving) vaginal fingering (in a public space), praise & aftercare, guilt?- let me know if I missed any!

Masterlist Part 2

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“Alright who’s up first?” They all looked away from you, they always do this when they have to present their projects. It’s understandable, you could remember doing it when you were in school.

“If no one volunteers I’ll have to pick someone.” You smiled sympathetically. You saw a couple of your braver students raise their hands. Once the first student went the others saw that like always- it wasn’t so bad.

You managed to get through all of them before lunch which, as a second grade teacher, was a miracle.

They were a little rowdy during the lunch hour but that was to be expected. You used the much needed break to gather your things for the math work that had to be done after recess.

You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket and you checked your messages- there were two from your fiancé Charlie.

Can’t we just elope?

Hi by the way

You could have killed him, you sighed, smiling as you quickly responded to him.

No, hi! Don’t make me say I told you so while I’m at work, I take it your hunt for the tux isn’t going so well?

You had suggested eloping right when he’d proposed, a big wedding wasn’t something you needed. A trip to the courthouse and a nice dinner after would have been just fine with you.

It’s bullshit, lol I fucking hate shopping - I’ll figure it out, have a great day at work, love you xo

You quickly put your phone away at the commotion in class.

Two of the kids were arguing, it was getting intense and you had no idea what caused it.

“Okay you two settle down, finish your lunch - recess-“

One of the students suddenly punched the other square in the face. It was a practised, precise thing and it shocked you.

“Alice! We do not hit.” You didn’t yell it but you used a tone that silenced all the children. You quickly made your way over to them, Jacob was bleeding from the nose and you called the school nurse to come get him. Calling the principal after to let her know what happened.

“Alice, you’re staying inside during recess with me, that was unacceptable. I’m going to have to call your parents. You know we don’t fix things by fighting.” You spoke to her in a neutral tone, trying to keep the anger out.

“But he-“ you cut her off.

“No, none of that. We’ll discuss this with your parents.” You didn’t want to hear it, you looked through your desk for the contact sheet to call while the kids played outside. She sat at her desk quietly, watching you through sad eyes.

“Hi, I’m looking for David York? I’m Alice York’s teacher and I need to speak to him please.” The receptionist sounded wary, she asked for your name and the name of the school and you provided the information. You waited for him to pick up but the receptionist came back and informed you that Mr. York was currently away from his desk but that she would leave a message. Hopefully Mrs York would pick him.

“Hi is this Carol York? Hello Mrs York, yes I’m calling about Alice? Yes that’s right, no she’s fine there’s no emergency but I do have to ask you and your husband to come in for a meeting with me tonight. Well there’s been an incident…” You explained what happened and she was very apologetic, agreeing to come to see you right after work.

You quickly texted Charlie to let him know you’d be late.

******

Alice didn’t give you any more trouble for the rest of the day, Jacob had a bit of a bloody nose but overall he was okay.

The day went smoothly and as all of the children went home you had Alice sit and colour while you both waited for her parents. You didn’t have to wait long.

Your head lifted at the soft knock at your door, you saw an apologetic looking woman and her very bored looking husband.

“Hello, we’re so sorry! I’m Carol and this is my husband David, Alice come here and explain yourself.” She walked over to your desk to shake your hand. David followed reluctantly.

“What happened kiddo?” He asked her as she approached.

“Jacob took my notebook and wouldn’t give it back.” She looked at her mother ashamed.

“We don’t hit you know that! I’m so sorry about this - we’ll have a talk with her when we get home.” She sat at the chairs you gestured to - you noticed David’s face as Alice spoke. A sly smile, quickly wiped away to look stern. Was he proud of her?

You agreed with the need to stick up for yourself but taking a notebook was hardly a reason for two second graders to resort to a brawl. He saw you looking at him and he nodded sagely.

“We’re very sorry about this.” He wasn’t sorry.

You took him in as Carol spoke to Alice in hushed tones on her lap, he was an imposing man, tall and broad. He wore a suit and for all the world looked like a professional but there was something about him that made you blush. You had the vague sense that he was undressing you with his eyes and it made your heart race. He was very handsome, but in a sinister way.

“Never again right Alice?” You spoke to her before turning your attention to her parents. “She’ll have detention for the next two days, no recess, but I won’t keep her after school.” You spoke as neutrally as you could with Mr York's eyes boring into you. You could almost feel them burning you.

“Yes of course, that’s not a problem. We will talk about this when we get home, young lady.” Carol spoke half to you and half to her daughter. David continued to stare.

You were thankful this would be it and were just getting ready to guide them to the door when he spoke.

“How are her grades otherwise? Is she doing well?” He said it in a low tone.

You could learn to crave that voice.

Get a fucking grip

“They’re good, she’s a great student otherwise, got an A on her book report today. Just have to remember to keep our hands to ourselves right?” You smiled warmly at her, doing your best to not look him in the eye.

“That’s great to hear, thank you so much for reaching out - please feel free to contact me for anything.” Carol started gathering Alice’s things.

David continued to stare at you, you saw him boldly look you up and down as you walked around your desk to see them out. Carol was too busy getting Alice into her jacket to see him.

He looked at you like she wasn’t even there.

He smirked as he swiped his thumb across his bottom lip, his gaze focused on the length of your dress. Your eyes widened at the nerve of him, absolutely no regard for his wife or his daughter.

He was devouring you with his eyes and you did absolutely nothing to stop him. You flushed - whether from disgust or excitement you’d never know but it did not deter him. He clapped his hands together and thanked you for your time.

Your heart hammering even after they’d left.

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The music was blaring when you walked through the door to your little apartment. You could hear Charlie singing along as he pulled something that smelled absolutely divine out of the oven.

“Hey babe! I made dinner, I got home a bit early.” He kissed you hello as he put the lasagne on the table.

“Oh god that smells good.” You smiled as you all but dropped everything to sit and eat with him.

You both discussed how your respective days had gone, about what you both had to do and like almost every conversation you’d had during the past seven months- it ended up on the wedding. If you were honest the whole thing was starting to grate on your nerves.

You’d always known the two of you were going to get married. From the first time you saw him, he was so handsome and sweet and he seemed to live his life in order to make you happy. The wedding however, it seemed all wrong. The both of you were simple, you were the kind of people who didn’t make a big fuss.

This wedding was a big fuss.

“My mom says she’s paying for the flowers, I insisted that it wasn’t necessary, that it didn’t matter but she pushed- and you know my sister wants to help with something.” Charlie was notoriously easy going so you took his ‘insisting’ with a grain of salt.

“Your family would pay for the whole wedding if we let them.” You prodded gently, his family seemed to want this wedding more than you did. It was overwhelming.

“They just want grandchildren, they think the faster we get married the faster I’ll get you pregnant.” He laughed, you’d talked about children before and you both wanted them but you’d decided to wait a little bit. You both wanted to enjoy married life.

While showering after having cleaned up, your mind curiously wanders to a place you didn’t expect.

You were thinking about Mr York. You didn’t even really know why - yes he was handsome but it was more than that. He was intriguing, he seemed dangerous somehow.

That was surprising, why should he be dangerous? Charlie pulled back the curtain pulling you sharply out of your reverie, and scaring you half to death.

“Sorry!” He laughed as he got in with you. You felt guilty, like you’d been caught but he mistook your guilty look for fear.

“You scared the fuck out of me!” You tried to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest as you stepped into the water, rinsing the shampoo out of your hair.

You felt Charlie’s hands circle your waist as he laughed.

“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to.” He kissed your shoulder as he joined you under the hot spray, his hands roaming over the soft skin of your belly. They slipped over your soapy skin, up towards your breasts. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers as they pinched and plucked at your nipples the way he knew you liked.

He continued with his exploration, running one hand down under it, spreading your folds and honing in on your clit. Gliding over it over and over until you were panting, the other hand still on your breast. You closed your eyes as you leaned your head back onto his shoulder - your hands finding themselves in his hair.

“Faster- please” You were almost there, it was so good and the thought came to you out of nowhere. You imagine for a split second that it was Mr York in the shower with you instead of your fiancé. His fingers between your legs, his cock rubbing up against your ass and you came harder than you had any right to. Your fingers clutching at Charlie’s hair almost painfully tight.

He kissed your shoulder and turned you around to kiss you on the mouth to take it further but the guilt wouldn’t let you. You needed a few minutes to get your shit together.

“Babe, let’s wait until we’re in bed- I’m not really feeling shower sex right now.” You kissed him softly and pulled away.

“Okay honey.” He smiled at you, complacent even though his dick was hard and leaking precum, weirdly this annoyed you.

Charlie was a sexual guy, he enjoyed it. That you knew, and you couldn’t exactly complain about your sex life. He was attentive and he did his best to make you cum, he took direction well and you had no complaints about his size.

The problem was, Charlie was vanilla.

Sex was three positions if that and he barely talked at all. You had tried to get him to be a little more open and adventurous but he always reverted to his regular routine. Most of the time it was fine, you both got off and you loved him.

Sometimes however, you wanted more. You wanted excitement, you wanted passion. You wanted filth.

Charlie was sweet. You could live with sweet.

He was snoring beside you peacefully, he’d coaxed another orgasm out of you once you both got into bed. The guilt kept you awake though, because you’d imagined Mr York the whole time.

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“I need all of the information you can find on this woman.” David gave your name to his contact, he had to know.

He asked Alice a few probing questions but didn’t want to push it. He didn’t need her telling her mother offhandedly that he’d been curious about you.

He had your name and place of employment, for his line of work - that was more than enough. You were a pretty thing and he was intrigued. He knew you’d seen him, he’d made sure of it. He’d also noticed you looking at him, as much as you tried not to. Saw the gorgeous flush creep it’s way up your neck when he stared at your legs.

He had to get close to you, see if his instincts were right.

He had a full report on you within the hour, he saw that you’d been teaching for about five years. That you were a few years younger than him, engaged, parents on the other side of the country, decent credit score.

All he had to figure out now was how to make his move.

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“Remember to show your parents your agendas! We have a trip coming up and I need everyone’s parents or guardians to sign the forms I put in them. Please do not forget. Have a great day and I’ll see you tomorrow.” The kids were frantically packing away their things as the bell wrung, you still watched them as you packed up your things. You had to remember to ask for volunteers in their agendas tomorrow- maybe you could call a few of the more friendlier parents.

A knock at the door made you jump what felt like a foot off the ground. Turning around and seeing who was there did absolutely nothing to calm you down.

“Mr York, what can I do for you?” You tried to speak as calmly as possible. Willing yourself to sound natural and nonchalant.

He walked over to you and it vaguely felt like you were being hunted. His quiet made you uneasy and your anxiety pushed you to fill the empty air with conversation.

“Everything okay with Mrs York? I hope Alice isn’t still in trouble?” He was in your personal space and it was difficult to breathe. He was so big, so tall, his eyes impossibly bright with what looked like mischief.

Never in all your time together has Charlie ever looked at you with this kind of intensity.

Annoyingly, it made you wet.

“They’re fine.” He licked his lips as he stared down at you, the bottom one was full and you had the wild urge to bite it.

What the hell is wrong with me?

You kept backing away from him slowly and he kept pressing forward, you didn’t know what to do or what he wanted but he was overwhelming you.

“I know you saw me looking at you.” He watched your mouth as he spoke and you felt like you couldn’t get your thoughts in order.

“I - I’m engaged…” You blurted it out but either he didn’t register or he didn’t care.

“And I’m married.” He got a little closer, there was a crackling of electricity between the two of you and the tingle of it seemed to be focused on your nipples and your clit. He brought his hand up and traced his thumb over your bottom lip boldly and the act shocked you into complacency, it grounded you on the spot. He saw the shock and excitement in your eyes and he probed a bit to see how far you would go.

“I thought about you. When I fucked her.”

You short circuited, your brain was a puddle and your cunt clenched. You involuntarily let out a gasp at his confession and it brought to mind the thoughts you’d had while with Charlie. You were dripping into your panties.

He pushed his thumb into your mouth a fraction and it was like a damn broke, without even knowing why or stopping to consider the consequences you took his thumb into your mouth and sucked. Hollowing out your cheeks prettily.

He groaned, bringing his thumb back out and spreading your saliva onto your lips.

He came close and you prepared yourself for a kiss but he licked your top lip, so fast you would have missed it. You gasped and he let go. Walking out the door as you caught your breath.

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The shame followed you like a shadow, it surrounded you as you drove home in silence.

Charlie’s face haunting you as you felt your arousal soaking your panties. You tried to justify the unjustifiable as you pulled into the parking garage of your building, telling yourself that it was a weird hallucination. You hadn’t actually sucked this man's thumb at the school like a whore. No.

Charlie was sitting on the couch going over the seating arrangement when you walked in. You dropped all of your things and walked over to him, you needed to rewrite your excitement somehow. Transfer it onto Charlie.

“Hey babe-“ you cut him off by plopping down onto his lap, and kissing him silent. He was momentarily stunned but he dropped everything and held onto you.

“You okay?” He asked smiling as he pulled away, you didn’t answer, you hastily pulled up his shirt - trying to get him to join you in your urgency.

“I want you, I’ve been thinking about you fucking me and I want to ride your cock, right here on the couch.” You lied into his ear, poisoned honey dripping from your mouth. You heard him gasp and felt him hardening beneath you.

“Jesus Christ…” Charlie wasn’t much of a dirty talk kind of guy, you wanted him to be but he always said it felt awkward. You usually didn’t push it but today Mr York’s words were branded into your brain.

“My pussy is so wet for you baby.” Another lie, but never mind that.

He groaned but didn’t say anything and it was frustrating, you needed the release however and you let it pass. You imagined Mr York saying some truly filthy things in your ear and it made you feel guilty but you couldn’t help yourself.

He let you work out your excitement and after you both hit your peak you got up and headed for the bedroom. You saw him sitting on the couch, half naked and blissed out as you walked away.

You prodded him gently when you were curled up in bed.

“Charlie, did you like what we did today? On the couch?” You wanted to ease into it.

“Yes, we’ve had sex on the couch before, I always enjoy it with you.” He kissed your forehead.

“Did you like the things I said?” You drew little patterns on his chest as you laid in the dark.

“They were pretty intense, I didn’t not like them?” You could almost feel him blushing, you tried hard not to sigh. You were going to spend the rest of your lives together there was no need to be shy.

“Why don’t you ever talk to me like that when we fuck?” You could feel him trying to retreat but you didn’t want to let him. “There’s no need to be shy around me, we’re going to get married, we should be open.” He wasn’t having any of it.

“I don’t know honey you know I get awkward, just not something I’m comfortable with I guess.”

“Maybe we could get some books or take a class or something? So many different things we could try and I want to try them with you.” You were trying to open him up, you didn’t want to imagine a life of predictable repetitive sex - no matter how much you loved him.

“Maybe, let’s revisit it again at some point. Goodnight honey.” He kissed your forehead again and turned so you were spooning him. You tried to be understanding, you tried to think about respecting his boundaries but all you came up with was Mr York’s thumb in your mouth.

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“David- David!” His head snapped back to the sound. Carol was standing in front of him with an exasperated look on her face.

“David what is going on? I’ve been calling you for the last ten minutes.” He was thinking of you.

“Sorry honey, my head is still at work. What's going on?” He gave her his most convincing smile and she shook her head, amused.

“Dinners ready, the girls want to tell you about their day. Come on, I made your favourite.” She smiled sweetly as she left his home office. The smile disappeared as fast as it’d been conjured.

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“How was school today girls?” He couldn’t ask about you outright, had to dance around it.

“It was good, learning about the solar system.” His eldest, Molly. He smiled and asked her how she liked it, she talked about it excitedly and he enjoyed her enthusiasm.

“What about you Alice, how was school today?” His youngest was shy, but he could see his personality in her. A little more intense, a little more reserved.

“Good, we have a field trip next week.” There it is.

“That sounds nice, where are you going?” A field trip - this could do nicely.

“Museum, I have the form in my bag. I need you to sign it.” So many shadowy corners in a museum.

“Go get the form sweetheart, I don’t want to forget.” Carol prompted her.

She came back with it a few minutes later and David held it in his hands. He saw a little note on the form that made him smile despite himself.

Chaperones are always needed - please call to volunteer.

“What do you think about me volunteering for this? I could take a day and it would be nice to take some interest.” He took her hand in his and smiled warmly, looking for all the world to be a devoted father.

“Honey, that's a great idea. I’ll call tomorrow and let them know.” She was happy, and David was happy.

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The night before a school trip always made you nervous. So many variables - it was hard enough to control a class full of seven and eight year olds in a classroom let alone in a museum. At least a couple of parents had volunteered, you saw Mrs York on the form and it made your heart skip. You imagined she’d be able to see every thought you’d had about her husband on your face.

You fell asleep thinking about him.

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“Okay kids, let’s settle down. The bus will be here soon and I need to make sure everyone has their buddies. What’s the rule?” You asked over the excited din.

“Stay with your buddy!” They all said it in unison.

“Exactly! Now we will be there all day, we have a lot to see, you can leave your backpacks here. We’re going to have lunch there and we’ll be back in time for those of you who take the bus home. You can have a little free time while we wait for the buses.” They instantly grouped together to chat excitedly while you made sure you had everything in order. There were a couple of parents and you gave them wristbands to put on the children.

“Sorry I’m a few minutes late.” Mr York was walking into your classroom in casual clothes. What the hell was he doing here?

“Hello Mr York, you’re right on time. Where’s Mrs York? I thought she had volunteered?” You tried to ask the question neutrally but he could see the panic in your eyes.

“It was always me, whoever took her phone call must have made a mistake.” He spoke gently but it did something to you. You felt his eyes roaming your body and you flushed.

Great, this is going to be just great.

You did your best to centre your breathing while you led the children down the hall and to the buses. You could feel his eyes on you as you made your way down the hall. You did your best to ignore it.

The students lined up in front of the bus in pairs and you quickly went over the rules again - making sure to look at the three parents who were going with you. You noticed David talking to Alice, telling her to behave today and that he’d be helping you take care of the class.

Two of the parents got in first to sit at the back, Mr York waited until you got on, you were trying to focus but you couldn’t. You could feel him standing close to you and you were beginning to sweat.

You meant to sit alone but he followed closely behind you and pushed his way to the same seat as you. He took up so much space and you didn’t want to make a big fuss in front of the kids.

The bus driver closed the door and you were on your way. It would be about forty-five minutes to an hour until you got there and it hit you then how absolutely fucked you were.

The kids were excited and chatty and the din of them talking and laughing drowned out everything. You decided to focus your attention on the window and the scenery. You did not want to focus on Mr York. He was having none of it though.

“I like your dress.” He spoke into your ear and you shivered.

“Look Mr York-“

“Call me David.” He looked down at your slight cleavage and you sighed angrily.

“Look David, I don’t know what it is you think is going on but I am engaged. I am engaged to be married and you are the married father of one of my students. I would appreciate it if you could keep your interactions with me strictly professional.” You whispered angrily, trying to sound serious. He smiled pleasantly at you as if you were old friends catching up.

“Is that what you would call sucking my thumb? Professional? It seemed like you wished it was something else you’d been sucking.” His words went directly to your cunt. You saw it then, him sitting with that amused look on his face as you kneeled in front of him, with his cock in your mouth like a good girl.

Charlie.

You were in love with and about to marry Charlie.

He saw the look on your face and he smiled-

“What’s your fiancé’s name?” How dare he?

“His name is Charlie and I love him.” Why did you feel the need to explain this to him?

“That may be true, but I get the feeling that Charlie doesn’t quite know how to fuck you. Or you wouldn’t be licking your lips at the thought of my cock in your mouth. Is that it baby? You haven’t been fucked properly? I can fix that.” His words had you dripping. Charlie had never spoken to you like this and it made you so angry to compare them right now.

You closed your eyes and let the words pass over you, you had to focus. You couldn’t let this admittedly handsome, intimidating man come into your life and lay waste. He took your silence as a sign that he was right.

You felt his fingers ghost over your thigh and you felt like you’d been struck by lightning. Your eyes shot to his hand and to your shame, you hoped for something forbidden. He watched you closely.

“I think about you all the time and something tells me that you think about me too. Think about what I could do or say to get you wet enough for me to glide right in. Have you ride my cock, have your tits bouncing in my face.” His hand gripped your thigh and you whimpered slightly, involuntarily angling your body towards him.

“He doesn’t know what you need.” He hand travelled up up up ghosting along your seam, just enough to drive you insane through your panties and you put your head onto his shoulder. He stopped then and took his hand away and you came back to reality.

The guilt hit you like a tsunami and you squeezed yourself closer to the window, trying for all the world to make yourself smaller, and in turn the distance between you bigger.

He smiled and sat quietly for the rest of the ride to the museum.

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The relief you felt when the bus pulled in was astonishing and you had to hold yourself back from barreling over David to get away. You felt him chuckling as you struggled to get away and you held back the urge to slap him across the face by the grace of god.

“Okay class, let’s get together with our buddies and head over to our first exhibit. If you have any questions please feel free to ask our helpers or myself. What’s the rule?”

“Stick with your buddy!” They yelled it out again.

“Exactly, that means even if you have to use the restroom you go with your buddies. Please ask one of the parents or me before you go.” You were back in your element now and it felt better. You were back in teacher mode and you told yourself that you could do this.

The morning went by relatively smoothly, you had all of the children wrangled and you made your way through the exhibits without issue. You were thankful that David kept his distance from you, he helped the children and you saw him doting on his daughter.

You had decided to block out what happened on the bus. It never happened.

By noon the kids were getting feral, you guided everyone up to the cafeteria and had them sit so the adults could grab everyone their food in shifts. All in all it went pretty smoothly and you had managed to put the whole incident out of your mind.

You let one of the parents know that you were going to sneak away to use the bathroom while the kids were all in one place and she told you to take your time.

You can do this, you told yourself as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

You were blindsided when you came out of the bathroom, a hand covering your mouth and pulling you away into a closed off exhibit. The panic shot through you like lightning and you tried to fight your attacker off - visions of Charlie flashed through your mind, of the wedding, of your family; your students. His voice didn’t calm you.

“Stop fighting, it’s just me.” His tone suggested that this should have calmed you. It did not.

It pissed you off and once you regained your composure and stopped squirming, he loosened his grip. It gave you the opening you needed and you slapped him across the face - or you would have, but his hand shot up cat-quick and grabbed your wrist before your hand could meet its target.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You were seething, the audacity of this man to put his hands on you. You were trying to hold the anger close- bringing it to the forefront of your mind so as to eclipse the excitement. That had no place here... right?

Why are you so fucking excited?

Why does it feel like you’ve never known this kind of excitement until now?

Get it the fuck together, think of Charlie.

“I am going to make you cum.” Those words were thrown out into the air like they meant nothing. Like it was simply a chore to be completed off a list.

He was getting closer. His movements brought to mind the wildlife documentaries that Charlie liked to watch, you could see the big jungle cat slowly stalking towards the gazelle. If you were home and watching this scene unfold on the screen, you would be yelling at yourself to run.

You couldn’t make your legs move, worse still - you didn’t really want to.

Instead you stood there, silent and unmoving. Waiting for the jungle cat to pounce on you, waiting for him to crush your neck with strong jaws and long claws.

Why were you so wet?

“I’m going to pull that short little dress up, and I’m going to make you cum with my fingers. Would you like that baby? You want me to make that little pussy cum?” He was in your space now, towering over you and you couldn’t look away. Your breath was coming hard at the filth pouring out of his mouth.

Charlie never spoke to you this way.

You felt the wall and you realised he’d been herding you, exactly where he wanted you. You looked up at him through your lashes- god he’s so tall, so broad - and his arms came up to rest on either side of your head, essentially caging you in. The heat was rolling off him, was it heat? Or was it your own excitement? You’d never be able to tell, all you knew for certain is that you were dripping. You were feral and you couldn’t stop looking at his mouth. He smiled as he leaned in close, his breath ghosting over your neck as he spoke right into your ear.

“Do you want me to? Do you want me to make you cum baby?” the low tone, the proximity, the wrongness of it. You would never admit it after but you nodded, almost imperceptibly. His smile for you then was genuine.

It felt like his hands were charged with electricity, those wands that they had at science centers that made your skin tingle. You felt it, as his fingers softly skimmed your thigh as they travelled up to your soaked center. He touched the damp spot on your panties and chuckled, then moved them aside swiftly to part your folds. You gasped when he glided his finger over your clit, over and over and over, the pressure far too light.

Your own hands found their way up to clutch at his shirt, you didn’t want to admit that you were holding him close to you. That you didn’t want him to pull away.

“Open up for me baby.” he bit at your ear as he lifted your leg to wrap around his hip, you were spread open for him while he wrapped his arm around your waist to grab at your ass. He was doing this to you during a school trip. This was a low you never thought you’d sink to.

“Just as I thought, look how wet you are - and how tight-” He slid two fingers into you and you moaned, they were thick and you were so turned on it hurt. “Don’t worry baby I’m going to take care of you, make you cum, fuck this tight pussy with my fingers - have to cum fast for me okay? We have to get back. Can you do that? Can you cum for me?” He was kissing your neck and licking your pulse point.

“Answer me, or I'll stop, be a good girl for me.” His fingers pulled out and you whimpered - grabbing at his forearm to pull it back because you needed to cum. He brought his fingers up to your mouth and you looked into his eyes as he rubbed your arousal onto your lips. Your knees almost gave out at the depravity of it, in public. While your students and the other parents waited for you. He was expecting an answer.

“Yes.” Your face was beet red and flushed and the word sealed your fate. He kissed you, rough and fast and it took your breath right out of your lungs. His tongue licked your slick off your lips and plundered your mouth while he fulfilled his promise. His fingers diving back into you, this time with the addition of his thumb on your clit.

You could vaguely hear the wet squelch of your cunt as he sped up. It was so good, it was everything and all you needed was a little push to finally leap into the abyss.

“Come on baby, you’re so fucking wet for me. I think you can take another finger.” The noises were obscene and the stretch was so good - he curled his fingers and touched something white hot and it made you cry out a little louder than you should have. His hand came up and clamped over your mouth and the filth came again. “There it is- that’s what you like right baby? Come on, cum for daddy.” You fell apart then. It was disgusting and you’d never cum this hard in your life.

You were vaguely aware of him fixing your clothes, of him licking every drop of your slick from his fingers.

You were blissed out as you walked back to the table on shaky legs, the guilt creeped in though as you slowly drifted back down to reality, you’d been gone for longer than you thought.

“Sorry about that - we got completely turned around, this place is a maze huh?” Dave spoke, quelling the annoyed looks from the other parents and smoothing it out with practised charm.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look anyone in the eye.

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It was hard to focus for the remainder of the trip. You could feel his eyes on you as you wound your way around the different exhibits.

The turmoil between your brain and your body threatened to drive you into madness - you could still feel him inside you and it caused your heart to race, to excite you. Your brain was scolding you. How could you let him do that to you?

Oh Charlie

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The bus ride back to the school was a bit better, one of the other parents sat beside you and it was as if you could almost pretend that everything was normal. Or you would have been able to - had you not been able to feel David's eyes boring into the back of your head. It was a long ride home.

The school busses were waiting when you pulled into the school and you had to hurry to get your kids to your classroom to get their things. After you made sure they were okay and on the bus you went about getting ready to go home. There was a text from an unknown number in your phone - you didn’t have to guess who it was from.

Be a good girl, and free up a couple of hours for me this Sunday. I will come and get you.

You answered before you could even contemplate what it meant.

Okay.

You didn’t even bother wondering how he would know where to go.

You sat in your car, in one of the parking spaces you and Charlie had. You could see his car next to yours and you had no idea how the hell you were going to walk in there and pretend nothing had happened. How could you have done this, moreover how could you have agreed to see David again?

I’ll tell him it has to stop. Whatever it was that we did it was a horrible mistake.

Your heart was racing as you got off the elevator, every step down the hallway was another lump of stone settling in the pit of your stomach. Charlie was in the shower when you got home - you could hear the water running and all you could think of was how you were sure he’d be able to see what you did written on your face. Another stone.

“Hey babe, how was the trip?” he was all smiles and the accusatory pointed finger in your face never came. Instead he walked over to you and hugged you tightly, little beads of water dripping from his hair onto your shoulder.

“It was good, how was your day?” His voice lulled you, made you want to forget everything you’d done and it was easier trying to put the whole thing out of your mind than think about it in front of Charlie. It was a stupid mistake and it wasn’t even worth remembering. On Sunday it would be fixed. You were going to tell David to fuck off and then everything would go back to normal.

“It was good - I was thinking we could go out for dinner tonight. What do you think?” He was all smiles, all sweetness.

“Sure babe.” You tried to be happy. You tried to focus, but you could still feel the stretch of David’s fingers when you moved.

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I’ll be there in an hour, wear something pretty for me.

The text came in and your heart started racing. You had told Charlie that you were going to the school to prepare some work for tomorrow and he had just smiled and nodded. Told you to take your time - that he loved you.

You were determined to tell David that this was not going to become a thing. It was not going to escalate. You conveniently ignored the fact that you wore your cutest sundress, your sheer panties, the matching bra. It was a confidence thing. Nothing to do with David.

I’m here.

You practically ran out the door. It was to end things, you were in a hurry to end things. There was a big SUV waiting in the visitors parking lot and you saw him sitting, looking at his phone. He smiled when he saw you and you felt the butterflies in your stomach as you got into the front seat. He gave you a once over, the shortness of your dress, the fact that your hair was done - and smiled as he drove away from your building; from your life.

Tell him, tell him to turn around and to take you back home. To leave you alone forever.

“Where are we going?” Was what came out when you opened your mouth.

“Somewhere we can be alone.” Was all he said, his hand moved and rested on your thigh as he drove. You stared at it and to your shame and excitement, you didn’t move it away. He gripped your thigh possessively, stroking the inside of it and it made you ache.

Do it - move his hand away, tell him - go on.

You put your hand on his, but you couldn’t move it away. The heat from his big palm was seeping into your skin and instead you just pressed his hand with yours.

Pathetic.

You were in an abandoned parking garage a little while later and he parked in a far corner. Your blood was pumping and you were nervous. He unbuckled his seatbelt and moved his seat all the way back, so he was far away from the steering wheel.

“David, I don’t think-” You started speaking but he cut you off.

“Come over here.” He tapped his lap and your stomach dropped, you wanted to crawl over there so bad. You stared at him and he raised his eyebrows. “Are you going to be a brat? Come over here, if I have to ask again you’re going to be punished.” You felt the wave of arousal wash over you. What could he possibly mean? You didn’t want to find out - not yet anyway.

You crawled over the console awkwardly and sat in his lap, straddling him. He smiled at you and settled his hands on your thighs.

“Such a good girl for me, did you think about me?” He lifted your dress slightly and grabbed handfuls of your ass. You couldn’t help but groan, you could feel him hardening underneath you and you didn’t even register your hands coming up to wrap around his neck. They seemed to play with the hair at the nape of his neck on their own. How could he excite you so much? “Answer me baby, when I ask you a question you need to answer me.” He was kissing your neck, and slowly undoing the buttons of your sundress.

“Yes.” You breathed as he exposed your bra, the lace so fine it was completely transparent. He smiled as he studied you. Face flushed, dress bunched up around your thighs, lips parted.

“What did you think about?” He runs the pads of his fingers across the tops of your breasts as he speaks and you can’t even begin to rationalise why you’re doing this.

“I thought about you…” you tried to be coy but you knew he wouldn’t leave it there.

“What about me, did you think about me touching you? Tell me.” He separates his body from yours, you can see that he wants you to answer before he continues. You can feel your face getting flushed.

“I thought about what we did at the museum, your hands…” you unconsciously tried to get closer to him and he smiled. He smelled so good, you could feel his cock and it made you ache.

“You thought about my hands? Be specific, baby. Tell me what you thought about.” He started kissing the tops of your breasts, slowly making his way down, kissing every inch he could reach through the fabric. You could feel the slick pooling at your entrance, you knew what he wanted. Your mind briefly went back to Charlie, to how he was intimidated by dirty talk.

“I thought about how I could still feel your fingers in my pussy when I got home. They stretched me so good.” Your face was beet red and your skin was on fire. This was what he wanted. He rewarded you by pulling your bra down, exposing your breasts. Your nipples were hard and begging for his mouth and he obliged; pulling you close so he could wrap his lips around one. His mouth was hot and you could feel his teeth just a little. Just enough to make you moan.

“Such a good girl for me, now you get a reward for being so good for daddy.” He bit your nipple a little harder than you thought and there was a bit of pain but it felt so good you let out a breathy moan. You felt him sucking and in the back of your mind, you knew this would leave a mark. Warning bells were going off, he couldn’t leave a mark. Charlie couldn’t see this.

He let go of one nipple to give the same attention to the other - it was so good you had to clutch at the back of his head, you wanted him closer. All thoughts of the marks forgotten when his tongue felt so good.

“Does it feel good? How wet are you right now baby?” He honed in on your nipple again, holding your breasts in his big hands and alternating between the two.

“Yes, god yes - it feels so good. I’m so wet for you…” All you could do was watch, watch as he licked and licked and licked until you were dizzy from the pleasure. Until you thought you might faint, until your nipples were overly sensitive and you could see the hickeys and the little bite marks.

“Show me how wet you are.” He pulled off and let you scoot back a little, you pulled your dress up and he saw the wet patch on your underwear. It was so bad it had soaked through onto his lap. The bulge in his jeans- a little darker. He groaned and skimmed his knuckle against the damp spot at your core and you shuddered. You were so keyed up from the attention he’d given your breasts that it wouldn’t take much at this point.

He undid his jeans and pulled himself out - his cock was so thick, your eyes widened - momentarily nervous. This whole thing just became real. Touching and words could be justified as a temporary madness, you didn’t know what you were doing. Sex, letting him fuck you - that would be the final line to cross. He saw the hesitation in your eyes.

You watched his hand grasp his cock and slowly start to stroke it between your legs, a pearly bead of precum on the head before his thumb swiped through it. Using it to make the strokes more fluid. He let you watch - saw your tongue lick your lips and he let you make the choice.

He waited for you to make the choice, but he didn’t make it easy.

“You see baby? You see how hard you make daddy's cock? I think about you, about how pretty you would look with it in your mouth, in your throat. About you bouncing on it - fucking you deep. Fucking my cum into you until you’re full of me.” He was working himself up, you could hear the slick strokes and you clenched, you needed him inside you.

Wordlessly, you pulled your panties to the side and scooted closer.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want.” He didn’t stop stroking and you felt yourself getting desperate. You were about to let this married man fuck you in his car, in the middle of a parking garage in broad daylight. You couldn’t remember ever being this excited in your life.

“I want your cock, I want you to fuck me - please.” You were not above begging right now.

He was merciful - he pulled you closer and rubbed his cock through your folds once - then he slid inside. The stretch made you gasp. It hurt a little bit, even with how wet you were.

“Look how well you’re taking me baby, I know it’s a lot - so tight, god you feel so good.” He rested his head on your chest while he let you get accustomed. “Need to get you a little wetter, wet enough to take my big cock.” He focused on your nipples again, making you cry out. You were so full and your nipples were so sensitive you didn’t think you could take any more.

“Please - please move, please make me cum.” You were so overwhelmed you were on the verge of tears. He bucked up once and you gasped - he was pressed up against the spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars and you were moaning, you rolled your hips and as he bucked up into you and you knew the coil was about to snap. He snaked his hand down - pressing his thumb to your clit. Your slick was drenching his lap and you told him i’m gonna cum and he gripped your ass to really buck up and when you came he bit at your breast again.

“God you’re pussy gets so fucking wet when you cum, fuck - squeezing me so fucking tight, I’m going to think about this cunt later.” He came with a groan - open mouthed kisses on your breasts. You could feel his cum dripping out of you and you gave a silent prayer that you were on birth control.

You were not a virgin. You’d had sex before - you’d had good sex before. This wasn’t good sex. This was great sex -this was otherworldly and it scared you with how good you felt. Even with the bites and hickeys on your tits. How were you supposed to hide this? It was hard to feel the guilt when he was rubbing your back like this, when he was kissing your neck and loving you like this.

“You did so good baby - such a good girl for me.” He pulled you down to him by the back of your neck and he kissed you - his tongue running along the seam of your mouth. You granted him entrance and it was consuming, your hands gripped his hair and you clenched around him. He rewarded you with a groan into your mouth. Even with the guilt you couldn’t get close enough. His praise was like a tonic - you needed it and his kisses. You whimpered into his mouth and he knew. He knew what you needed. “My best girl, my beautiful girl. Took me so well, made me cum with that pretty pussy.” He kissed your neck and rubbed your back lovingly and you felt like a cat in a bright patch of sun under his praise. Cuddly and satiated as you burrowed into the crook of his neck.

“A few more minutes and then we have to go home.” He spoke into your hair as he let you take your comfort.

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“You okay babe?” Charlie's voice startled you when you walked into the apartment, your tote bag full of school things, untouched on your shoulder.

“Yes - why?” You answered too quickly - you expected him to see everything written on your face. You could still feel David's cock inside you, his cum currently pooled in your panties. Could feel your breasts were a little sore from his attention and that excited you more than it had any right to.

“Nothing just looks like you’ve seen a ghost - did you get a lot done? I made dinner by the way - your favourite.” He smiled from the couch, he was playing video games which was good. Would mean he wouldn’t intrude on you in the bathroom. The guilt was hot and heavy in your gut but you plastered a smile on your face.

“Yeah, lots of activities planned for the kids tomorrow. Thanks babe- i’m going to shower quickly.” You smiled and came over to kiss him on the forehead quickly. Making sure not to linger too quickly. You had no idea if you smelled like David. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.

“Okay honey, I’ll wait for you to eat.” He went back to his game.

----

This was not good.

You were staring at yourself in the mirror naked, your breasts were full of hickeys, little bruises. Your nipples were puffy from David’s mouth and the soreness between your legs was insistent. The tell tale heart only it was under your clothes instead of your floorboards.

How the fuck am I going to hide this?

The lips of your sex were sensitive when you washed, you kept replaying the whole thing over in your mind and you still couldn’t believe you’d done this. Not only had you done it, you’d enjoyed it immensely. His words, god his words.

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help but compare them, Charlie and David. Polar opposites, especially in how they made you feel.

Charlie was dependable, he was home - pure comfort and love.

David was excitement, sex and filth and he made you so wet you couldn’t stand it. When he called you his good girl something inside you luxuriated, something was fulfilled that you didn't even realize needed fulfilling. You knew though, you knew this had to be a one time thing.

It couldn’t continue - you ignored that thing inside you that slithered, whispered that you couldn’t stop now - it was too good. You were really good at ignoring things it seemed.

It could have been considered cruel that Charlie’s blind acceptance of your excuse as to why you didn’t want to have sex annoyed you. You ignored that too.

---

David smiled at the wet spot on his jeans when pulled into his driveway.

You had been so responsive, so open to his touch. So receptive of his words and his actions.

The look on your face when he had your tits in his mouth had made him so painfully hard, he was rougher than he meant to be. His original plan had been to ease you into it - soft touches and soft words until he knew you were ready but that little dress, the sheer bra. You were going to be trouble and he couldn’t wait.

It was clear that whoever the jackass was you were engaged to - he wasn’t doing you justice. He wasn’t wringing pleasure out of you like he should be. He could see how much you had enjoyed his attention - even the roughness, the bites and the marking. Thinking about those marks and hickeys on your nipples excited him even now.

He was glad he was home alone - he could put his clothes to wash.

He had so many plans.

---

You managed to put David out of your mind when you went back to work. Your kids took up so much of your energy and it was nice to feel normal, you went so far as to delete his messages on your phone. Not before you saved his name as D, but nevermind that.

After a few days with no contact, you could almost pretend that you had hallucinated the whole thing. Until you saw the -thankfully- fading hickeys on your chest. You had told Charlie that you weren't feeling your best, that you wanted to keep your shirt on during your coupling and as always he agreed happily.

Seemed he could sense your inner peace, a message had come through late in the week while you were on your lunch break.

Free up Saturday night, be ready by 8

Your heart was racing, you could feel it in your clit. You didn’t answer, you wanted to make sure you could actually get away before responding but he didn’t like that. Another text came through.

I expect an answer.

Okay.

You texted back quickly.

Okay what…?

Oh god - you knew what he wanted you to write and it felt so wrong, so dirty but it excited you so much.

Okay daddy.

You blushed and covered your face, almost embarrassed, needing to see his reply but not wanting to face it at the same time.

That’s my good girl. Saturday at 8.

His praise was everything, it made your heart sing, made you feel light and giddy. You like being his good girl don’t you? That slithering thing again - you ignored it. It shamed you that the only thing you could do for the rest of the day, was try to think of a way to get rid of Charlie for the weekend.

—-

Charlie seemed pleasantly surprised, you had -very sneakily- messaged his best friend Jack that he should plan a boys weekend. That you thought he needed to have some fun. To stop thinking about the wedding. Oh god the wedding.

Jack had told you that Charlie was lucky you were so cool and that he’d plan something.

“Are you sure babe? I don’t have to go- it’s just a weekend at Jack’s cottage but I’m sure it’ll be fine if you came or if I stayed here.” You could see he wanted you to be happy, you stomped away the guilt.

“No you go ahead, Jack will be happy to have the boys there without the girlfriends or fiancé’s.” You gave him your most convincing smile. He smiled, promising that if you needed anything he would come back at the drop of a hat.

Not likely. You stomped the slithering thing down too.

----

Charlie left on Thursday night, Jack insisted they stay there until Monday morning and you talked Charlie into going. You relished the idea of being alone, pretending at least in some fucked up part of your brain that you were single. That David was single - just two single adults without families, without any responsibilities or commitments.

When Saturday finally came you were on edge, you had started getting ready a couple of hours before in your excitement. You didn’t want to delve too deep into what that meant but nevertheless.

You focused your energy on making sure your hair looked good, moisturizing your skin - meaningless things that took up your time and helped you conveniently ignore that you were prepping for sex with a married man while your fiance was with his friends.

I’m here.

Your heart leapt, you spritzed your best perfume and made your way out. You couldn’t help but smile as you made your way down.

He was serious when you got into the car and for a moment you were afraid you’d displeased him somehow, it should have worried you how much you craved his approval - his praise.

“Hi.” You said shyly - hoping he’d notice your dress but he didn’t. He drove without a word. What had happened? You thought back to how he had comforted you - held you close and rubbed your back. You wanted that, you wanted a little tenderness before the filth came. It seemed as though he sensed your panic and he placed his hand on your thigh- it calmed you more than it should have.

“Hi baby.” he gave you a little smile and the slithering thing stretched and luxuriated. Everything was okay.

“Where are we going?” You asked him - even though you knew he probably wouldn’t tell you but he surprised you.

“To my house - I’m going to fuck you in my bed.” He spoke casually, completely unphased. His eyes focused on the road, on the streetlights and signs. He couldn’t see how your heart leapt, how the heat spread from your face to your ears, leaving splotches of pink on your chest.

“But - what about?” You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words, your wife.

“She took the girls to their grandparents - I have the house to myself for the weekend. So i’m going to take advantage. Going to take you home - spread you out on my bed and I’m going to do all of the things I’ve been thinking about this whole week.” He spoke as he turned onto a neat little street, full of spaced out homes. Houses that screamed soccer moms and wall-street dads. White picket fences and minivans.

The house both matched him and it didn’t. It made sense that he’d be able to afford this - your thoughts went back to the designer bag Mrs. York brought to your meeting. The SUV you were sitting in had leather seats, it was probably brand new, Carol probably drove a Mercedes. They obviously had money.

You noticed that the lights outside the house were off - didn’t want his neighbours to see him bringing a woman who was definitely not his wife home on a Saturday night. He guided you to the house wordlessly and the guilt reared its ugly head at the sight of two bikes, casually tossed onto the porch. This man was married; had a family and here you were - wet and itching to get underneath him.

It was worse when you got in the house, his wife very much present in all things. Her shoes at the door, her sweater draped over a tasteful sectional. Little avatars of his children were scattered here too - dolls clothes, the evidence of a school project you had assigned. Graded work and colourful pictures drawn by little hands held up by souvenir magnets on the fridge. Visible even from outside the kitchen. Evidence of his life which shouldn’t have had any space for you.

Tell him to take you home right this minute your brain berated you. Your conscience was begging you to take back your life- this could only end badly. You thought of your upcoming wedding, of your sweet fiance who doted on you. On the boring unfulfilling sex the slithering thing added.

You thought all these things and more, but your legs carried you wherever he led. Your pussy dripped for him, your mouth stayed shut. Instead you followed him dutifully up the stairs - passed rooms with colourful block letters, rooms his daughters slept in. The cream coloured carpet under your feet was plush and it cushioned the sound of your steps - steps that took you passed a home office. You could see him there, sitting and working while his daughters played. While his wife cooked dinner.

You had no business here and yet, you kept walking.

The bedroom was tasteful, it was decorated with soft colours, taupes and beiges. The bed was neatly made - piled high with pillows and cushions. You could see them on this bed, David and Carol here, fucking in this bed. It was a curious feeling, you weren’t jealous; you had no reason to be. You had Charlie and he had Carol, was he looking for the same thing in you that you had found in him? He didn’t seem like the kind of man to settle.

You were looking around; so lost in your thoughts you barely heard him approach you and before you knew it he was wrapped around you and the thoughts melted away. His hands burned a path across your skin wherever they touched you.

“I fuck my wife in this bed. I fuck her and think of you. I think about how wet you got when I got your tits out. How wet you get when you cum.” he spoke into your ear and you had to take a deep breath, the ease with which he spoke to you like this was astounding. He walked you toward the bed until you had no choice but to sit.

“You look so pretty when you blush baby.” he ran his hand through your hair, gripping it a little tight, pulling it back so your neck was craned up to him - it pulled a gasp out of your mouth.

“I keep thinking about you like this - looking up at me.” He was taking in everything about you - his gaze travelling the length of your body. “I don’t want to have to ask you things twice tonight. I know you’re going to be a good girl. Are you excited?”

“Yes, very excited.” You answered quickly and he smiled.

“Open your mouth for me baby, show daddy how excited you are.” He started undoing his pants and you unconsciously scooted closer to him. Everything about him lit a fire within you and the thought of his cock in your mouth was making you drool.

He was already hard, you looked up at him through your lashes; tongue out and ready.

“My pretty girl - look at you, so gorgeous like this. Mouth open ready for my cock.” He held himself in one hand while the other held your chin. You licked the bead of precum from the tip and almost moaned. “Tongue out.” He thrust into your mouth slowly- letting you get accustomed to his size, pushing a little deeper each time. You made to raise your hands but he pulled away.

“No baby, not yet, let me fuck your mouth, be good for me - get your tits out for me.” You moaned as you pulled your shirt and bra down. He groaned at the faint marks on your nipples from the last time you were together and continued.

You were so wet, you could feel your panties sticking to you. You sat there as still as you could while he repeatedly slid his cock into your mouth. He would push until he hit your throat and wait until you gagged and then pull out, until you felt the tears sliding down your cheeks. You felt depraved with his precum and your spit dripping onto your chest but the sounds he was making were worth it.

“Look at you, so fucking pretty like this baby, you’re being so good, such a good girl for me. I could cum just like this.” You moaned at his words, at his praise, at the taste of him. He switched your positions so you were standing between his spread legs on the bed. He slowly took your clothes off, kissing your stomach as he went.

“Look at that- look how wet this pretty pussy is. Is all this from having my cock in your mouth baby?” He ran his fingers along your lower lips, all pretty and glossy for him. He kept his touch feather light while he waited for a response.

“Yes, yes you make me this wet, your hands, your mouth, your cock - you.” You brought your hands up to touch his hair and he let you, his hand keeping that slow rhythm - driving you mad with want. He licked at your nipples again while you stood there, steadily gripping his hair tighter and tighter. He pulled away momentarily to take the rest of his clothes off, and when he was done you walked over to him again but before you could mount him he got up and walked around to the side of the bed facing a full length mirror.

You made to straddle him but he stopped you, turning you so you faced away from him; he wanted you to see yourself.

“Look at you, look at how pretty you look. You’re going to watch as Daddy fucks you. We’re both going to watch you bounce on my cock.” He kissed your hip, and bit at your asscheek playfully. You swallowed hard, thinking back to Charlie and knew he never would have thought of this.

He pulled you down and guided himself into your soaked center- the stretch of him making you groan and flutter around him. He spread your legs with his knees, you could see where you were joined in the mirror and the vision of you like that was dizzying. You could hardly recognize yourself like this, your skin was flushed, lips parted, hair dishevelled. You could still see your spit on your chest - you gasped when he bucked up.

“Look how well you take me? Look how well you're taking my cock, does it feel good? Do you like watching?” He moved his hands from their steady grip at your hips, up to grab your tits.

“Yes - god yes Daddy, it feels so good.” You were unhinged. Feeling his cock splitting you open was one thing, seeing it disappear into your body brought the whole thing to another level.

“My best girl, this is my pussy. Mine.” His movements were getting frantic and you couldn’t help but moan, your slick soaking his lap at his words. “Say it, tell me it’s mine.” He brought one hand down to rub perfect little circles at your clit and your climax raced up to hit you. You came with a god yes and he stilled his movements. Your cunt squeezing him so tightly he could barely move. He stood up quickly and put your hands up against the mirror without pulling out.

“Hold still for me, I want you to watch yourself get fucked.” You moaned, you were so wet the sounds were obscene, a wet slap against your ass. It was so dirty, the way he grabbed at you. The way he held your shoulder so he could fuck you harder than you’d ever been fucked and it was too much. You felt on the verge of tears at the intensity but he kept going, until you felt him cum inside you. Felt him dripping out of you and onto that lush carpet.

You couldn’t remember how many times he’d made you cum. All you knew was you were tired, your body spent, your cunt was sore, your tits were sore - your muscles. Everything - but still he wanted more.

He pulled you into the shower to wash your combined pleasure off, but he coaxed more pleasure out of you with his fingers as the water soothed you slightly.

You laid in his bed, maybe even in Carol’s spot with his head between your thighs. He told you how good your pussy tasted, how he owned it; and he did.

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kiribakuhappiness · 3 years

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Prompt- someone in class 1A bodyswaps with kirishima. For some reason they don't/can't tell their class. Whoever is in kiri body (your choice) has to deal with soft baku who either is about to confess or is already secretly dating kirishima

(Kiribaku Drabble Prompt) OH MY GOD. I AM DEAD. JUST TAKE IT. with love.

The alarm went off (supposedly) at exactly six o’clock in the morning just like it did every other morning from what felt like the beginning of time. But the tune that drifted over into his ears sounded a bit strange today, and the sheets felt a bit scratchier and heavier than he remembered them being, and - probably most importantly to note - Izuku hadn’t even needed to twitch a single muscle that morning before the blaring noise was being cut off again on its own and the room was plunged back into stifling silence.

Which all lead to the objectively horrifying conclusion that there was someone else in this bed with him.

Izuku tried not to notice how frantically his heart was pattering away inside his chest, and he kept his eyes closed to maybe continue to give off the absolutely false pretense of still being asleep, but it was no use.

He was effectively freaking out.

Why did this kind of stuff keep happening to him? First it was Aoyama leaving him cheese outside on his balcony and now this? Should he be telling somebody about these incidents? It was starting to feel like maybe it was time for him to tell somebody. All Might, maybe? Principal Nedzu? His mom?

But… that alarm… it hadn’t been set to the sound he was used to.

And these bed sheets... they were so familiar somehow...

Izuku swallowed down his rattled nerves as quietly as possible before he unfurled one of his shaking fists to touch more prominently at the heavy comforter currently all tangled up around his limbs that felt too warm, so very careful to avoid shifting too obviously or accidentally bumping into whoever the hell was next to him.

No... Izuku knew these sheets. The way that the material caught on the pads of his fingers and pulled at long forgotten memories too blurry in his adrenaline-filled state to properly see them, and that smell! He took in a deep, slow breath through his nose, and he recognized all of them. His brain prodded him with useless bombardments of dismembered images. A pillow. A blanket. A couch. A kitchen. A color. A voice.

Oh. No.

This was Kacchan’s room.

Why the hell was Izuku in Kacchan’s room?!

Why the hell was he in Kacchan’s bed?!?!

These were the exact same sheets, the same rough texture, the same familiar smell of a subtle bleach and a smoldering stack of firewood that had been ingrained into his memories since before he was old enough to even be fully self-aware of such significant sights and sounds and sensory triggers.

But this hand...

Izuku wiggled his fingers as carefully as he dared to, but it all felt wrong. The wrist was too wide, the tendons in his forearm were too strong and sturdy, like they’d never been strained or bruised before in their entire lives, fresh and limber and toned.

No. None of this was right.

“Oi, we fuckin’ gettin’ up or what?” Kacchan’s hoarse, early-morning voice cracked somewhere beside him before an equally rough palm smacked hard into his bare shoulder and startled Izuku’s eyes wide open with a chaotic lurch in the opposite direction as he rushed to sit up and put as much distance between them as possible.

Oh wow. Yeah. This was Kacchan’s room alright.

That poster used to be in his bedroom back at his parent’s place, and that snowboard leaning against the dresser in the corner had his signature orange stripe down a solid black background, and this was definitely the same navy-blue comforter that Izuku had always hated the feeling of ever since he was old enough to hate the way that things felt, and - holy cow - there was Kacchan.

Sleep torn and shirtless with his wayward spikes all pressed down flat on one side while he lifted a broad hand up to rub his battle-scarred knuckles into one of his blurry eyes. His lips tucked down into a petulant scowl and his eyebrows furrowed in the middle of his forehead the longer that Izuku continued to sit and stare at him with an open mouth as though he had just watched him grow another head.

Kacchan hasn’t tried to explode him yet.

Why hasn’t Kacchan tried to explode him yet?

“The fuck are you lookin’ at me like that for?” Kacchan griped in a moody manner as he reached out for a second time and pushed at his shoulder again, lighter, and with fingers that tried to linger for far too long. Izuku jumped at the unexpected contact and tried to back completely out of his reach, but the bed was much too small, and suddenly he was tumbling off onto the floor with a resounding groan of pain that sounded nothing like his own.

“Oi! Kirishima! The fuck is the matter with you?” Kacchan snapped in clear agitation as he glared over the edge of the bed down at Izuku’s rumpled figure lying in a heap on the floor.

Did he just say Kirishima?

Okay. Something really crazy must have happened last night. Something quirk related. Definitely something quirk related.

Izuku righted himself on the ground before he held up his hands in front of his face and gazed at the strong, muscular vein protruding on his right forearm that was most definitely not his own, and yeah, okay, he was in Kirishima’s body right now. That’s what this was – they had switched bodies. Which meant that Kirishima was probably in Izuku’s room, waking up as him and - aw man - that meant that Kirishima was going to see all of the new posters and action figures that he’d been adding to his collection since the first time when everyone had forced their way into his room and -

HOLY CRAP - Kirishima was sleeping in Kacchan’s room?! Since when??

“Did you wake up feelin’ even more dumb today or what?! If you don’t answer me right fucking now -”

It was the familiar sound of Kacchan’s explosions popping in the center of his palms that finally jarred Izuku back to the present; back to the reality of this very hazardous situation that he seemed to have found himself in. There was no way that he could tell Kacchan who he really was right now. He would kill him. He would murder him in cold blood. He would blast him to death until there was nothing left of him and then he would blast away all of the rest of his pieces just for fun.

Nope. Kacchan could not find out about this. It was just out of the question.

“Sorry!” And okay, his voice did sound a lot like Kirishima’s, that was good. Lower and scratchier with an adolescent edge in the process of dropping a few more octaves before reaching full maturity someday. He could work with that. “I was just having a dream. You startled me… d-dude!”

Kacchan frowned down at him with a suspicious, squinted gaze and Izuku tried to look as innocent as possible as he slowly lumbered back up onto his feet that felt foreign and unsteady under his new weight.

Wow. Izuku was tall. It might have only been a few more centimeters, but the height difference was already astounding. It would have been kind of nice if he had swapped places with someone who happened to be taller than Kacchan, though… oh well.

Speaking of Kacchan, he tracked Izuku’s movements with a laser-light precision while Izuku tried to remember how it was that people normally stood (because he seemed to have forgotten how to) before Kacchan suddenly tch’ed and slumped back down into his pillow with a careless arm thrown up and under his head. He smacked the empty space where Izuku had just been laying with his other free hand and glared expectantly.

“C’m back,” he demanded in a decidedly less than threatening manner.

Wow. This was really weird. Kirishima slept in Kacchan’s bed and Kacchan was okay with it? How often did this happen? How did they even get to this point where it had become so natural for them to share a bed like this? To wake up together like this? When did –

Kacchan’s lip twitched impatiently and he raised his hand up in a slow, dramatic arch as though to catch his eye and make sure that Izuku couldn’t miss how obviously the gesture was being directed at him.

“Eijirou,” Kacchan grunted out, with an incredibly uncomfortable amount of eye contact, and then he smacked the empty space beside him again.

Oh… my god. It was a summons. Izuku could not do that. He could not handle just… getting back into bed with him?! Not when he’d finally managed to escape from it. There had to be an excuse. He had to find an excuse.

“I have to pee –”

“I could not care less,” Kacchan snarked back before his strong fingers gripped bunches of the comforter into a tight hold as though he were physically restraining himself from doing something that Izuku didn’t want to know what it could possibly be.

“I-I’ll just be a minute,” Izuku tried to stumble out as nonchalantly as possible as he took a hurried step in the direction of the bathroom.

A loud creak echoing from the other side of the room halted him dead in his tracks, and he whipped around to spot Kacchan as he rolled up onto his knees in one swift movement and leaned forward, reaching out and grasping the end of the bed with two strong hands and looking ready to leap off the mattress and block Izuku from continuing.

“You really gonna make me chase after you?” Kacchan snorted an amused sort of sound under his breath as his biceps flexed dangerously and he readied himself to pounce.

Oh no. Not chase after. Never ever chase after.

“N-no!” Izuku managed to stammer out, but it was far too late. Kacchan had already made the decision to end him.

Izuku scrambled back as quickly as possible in an attempt to keep some distance between them, but it closed before he even had the chance to register that it was gone and then Kacchan was just there, far too close far too quickly, leaning into his space and wow, Izuku was so uncomfortable right now that he couldn’t even pretend to keep making eye contact anymore as he fidgeted restlessly in his new cornered position.

“You’re bein’ weirder than usual,” Kacchan stated firmly, but he had finally stopped trying to come closer which was all-in-all a very good thing.

“Sorry,” Izuku squeaked out again, clenching and unclenching Kirishima’s hands over and over as he desperately tried to pull himself together. He couldn’t help feeling so incredibly blind-sided by all of this. He had so many questions and no way to ask them – no way to understand, to know.

How long would it take for Kirishima to wake up and try to come and find him? Surely he would understand the significance of how much Izuku was finding out about right now that clearly nobody was ever meant to find out about.

Holy crap, and if Kacchan knew that it was Izuku of all people who had been the first one to find out about it?! To have seen it all unfold up close and personal like this? Oh man, it was all so very bad.

“Stop apologizin’ to me, that’s what’s so fucking weird,” Kacchan grumbled out in the same bitter tone, and Izuku tried not to stiffen when he raised a hand and pressed it into the bookshelf next to his head, leaning his weight onto it and squinting down at him like they might share an extraordinary telepathic moment.

Izuku opened his mouth, ready to apologize again completely on instinct, but any noise that was about to come out got strangled and lodged in his throat when Kacchan’s other hand came up and his thumb promptly hooked under his jaw and clamped his mouth shut before a dangerous palm slid into place and covered his mouth completely. Izuku’s heart started to race in this unfamiliar chest and his eyes widened as he waited with vein-twisting anxiety for Kacchan to blow his entire face away with a single blast.

But… he never did.

“Seriously fucking stop, Kirishima. ’S pissin’ me off,” Kacchan demanded again; stern and final. “There ain’t nothin’ to apologize for, understand?”

Izuku tried to calm his labored breathing as he watched Kacchan watch him back for a long moment, and the fingers around his jaw tightened in an unfamiliar manner before they were suddenly gone again. Kacchan pushed himself away from the bookshelf and started towards the bathroom with a loud, gruff yawn.

“Better fuckin’ hurry up, cause I ain’t savin’ you any hot water for a second shower,” Kacchan warned without looking back as he turned on the light and ducked inside the other room.

Izuku’s entire body jolted back to life at the sound of the water in the shower turning on, and when it finally clicked in his head what that thinly veiled threat entailed, he tore off in the direction of the hallway at top speeds, practically sprinting out of the room and absolutely refusing to look back even when he could hear Kacchan shouting incredulously after him.

He so did not have the mental capacity to even try and unpack any of what he had just gone through. His one and only objective was to find Kirishima and switch their bodies back as soon as possible so that he could go on with the rest of his life and pretend like none of that had ever even happened in the first place.

Yeah… that sounded nice.

For once – Izuku just really, really didn’t want to know any more details.

--- full fic out now ---

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34034215

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He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, slightest fluff, cursing, physical harm mentions, lowkey little yandere obsessive hints, smut, 18+, daddy kink, sad boi Bakugou :(

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Bakugou’s been going through hell ever since the breakup. He’s been so lost without you. But he’s willing to do whatever it takes to win back his Teddy bear. Everything and anything for the love of his life.

*Everyone is of age for legal consent (which is 16 in Japan, if you are uncomfortable with it please move along, thx<3)*

A/N: Bakugou is a little OOC but the main thing in the beginning starts with fixing up Katsuki a little bit. So sorry if you don’t really enjoy it all that much<3

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Melancholy music bounces off the walls of the dark room. The river of tears that flow down his once perfect porcelain skin is everlasting. As he lays in the soft bed, staring at the ceiling, he thinks about all he could’ve done better for you. In his hand, the same framed picture of you both that he’s held onto every night ever since the horrible incident. Y/N L/N. Like a song that’s stuck on loop. It’s the only thing that runs through his mind.

The door swiftly opens, and much to his disliking, a massive amount of light now enters the former den of manliness pit of depression.

To show his displeasure, Bakugou rolled himself in the blankets, covering his entire body in them and being the picture inside with him as well. With different circumstances, Y/N would’ve thought it was cute or adorable, but it wasn’t Y/N that opened the door.

“Really Bakubro?” The blonde’s best friend spoke.

Eijirou Kirishima. The best friend of our dearest sad boy. He’s been letting his Bakubro crash in his dorm room because Katsuki refuses to clean his own. It looks exactly the same as it did on Valentine’s Day. Just a little different.

Rose petals were dead and dried up on his floors, candles were nearly melted to the bottom as they lay everywhere in the room, the curry was thankfully thrown out by Kirishima claiming that he could smell the spoiled aroma all the way from his room. But the presents, letter, and new gear stayed in the exact same spots. Bakugou didn’t feel worthy enough to be blessed with all the stuff but he was oh so desperate to be worthy. Worthy of your time, your love, and you in general.

Bakugou let out a grumbled whine of displeasure. He could feel the disappointment and concern radiating off his friend. As Katsuki poked just his face out of the covers, he was met with the expression that represented those two things.

“You can’t keep living like this bro,” Kirishima began, “You can’t keep hallowing in sadness in my room. I wanna help you, but you gotta help yourself too. Ever since you and Y/N split-“ Bakugou quickly interrupted.

“We didn’t split, she left me!” The blonde cried.

“...Right, okay. Well ever since Y/N left you, you’re not the same. You stay in here, playing the same damn sad tunes, covering yourself in my blankets, crying all day, and holding onto that picture! You haven’t even been to class or training! Shit man, you don’t even come out of my room to eat food! I gotta bring your plate here just to make sure that you’re properly fed. You’re a mess Bakugou. And not even the hot kind!” His best friend was right. He was a mess. And not even the hot kind.

“Well what the hell am I supposed to do shitty hair?” Bakugou said while dragging the covers over his face once more. Inside the blanket he held onto the picture as if it were actually you.

The fake red head snatched the covers off of his friend’s body and forced him up.

The said friend didn’t take too kindly to that and growled in displeasure.

“What the fuck Kirishima,” Bakugou said, a little to calm and chilling.

“Dont give me that bull Katsuki. You gotta get her back. I would say move on, but it’s clear you can’t.” Kirishima said while rolling his eyes.

Bakugou mirrored the action and said “yea no shit genius. I can’t and won’t move on.”

“So then go get her man!” Kirishima yelled

“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Huh?!” Bakugou was so confused. In what way was it going to be possible to win you back?

“Figure it out! Look Bakugou, I’ll be here to help you along the way, but you gotta figure this shit out on your own. This is your relationship here, if you want it as bad as you claim you do then prove it. You want Y/N back? Then fight for her, idiot!” The blonde’s eyes seemed to go wide.

Two words stuck out to Katsuki during his friend’s little speech. Prove it. Fuck yeah he will! He’ll prove to the whole damn universe how much he wants you back. More importantly, he’ll prove it to you and win you back.

The iconic Bakugou smirk reappeared on Katsuki’s face. Kirishima took it as a good sign. “Alright shitty hair, you want me to prove how badly I want Y/N back. FINE!” The two friends pulled the iconic bro hug to seal the deal.

(You know? That shit that guys do where they high five and pull each other in with that one hand for the quickest hug and pat each other on the back? You know what I’m talking about.)

“Welcome back Katsuki.” Kirishima gladly stated. “Now get the fuck out of my room man, I’m sick of sleeping on the common room couches and you reek. Take a shower. And get your own clothes from your own room.”

As Kirishima pushed him out into the hallway and shut the door, it hit Bakugou like a bus. This would be Katsuki’s first challenge. Going back into the room filled with the torn love.

As Katsuki opened the door holding onto the picture, he felt his heart sink. He saw the damage. Melted candles, dried petals, the gifts and letter. Even the nasty smell of the spoiled curry still remained. As Katsuki gathered the courage to walk in and place the picture on the messy nightstand, it’s like the room was holding onto some sad emotions. Heartache and regret filled Katsuki’s chest. He couldn’t believe how fast it happened. He thought he would at least have a minute or two before he felt the pain again. Man, did it hurt like hell.

Katsuki dashed to his closet grabbing the first things he saw. He grabbed his shower container that held all his soaps and cleaning utensils and ran out the room, shutting the door. Once out, he let out a breath of relief.

“...after I clean myself up, the room’s next.” Katsuki said with determination as he walked towards the boy’s community showers and bath house.

When the hot water hit his skin, he felt a sense of calm. It wasn’t the same as the warmth of Kirishima’s blankets. It was better. The water and hot steam completely engulfed him in relaxation. The water washed away not only the dirt and grime, but also some of the tense feelings. For a moment, he felt at ease.

As Katsuki walked out the bathing area now fully clothed and dried, he made his way back to his room. He stood there, staring at the knob until he felt he was ready. Once he opened the door, the emotions hit him once again. Like a wave of sadness washed over his entire body. Finally, he stepped in.

First things first. Open up these windows. Let out that disgusting air filled with spoiled curry and sad emotions. When Katsuki took a breath a fresh air, he felt so alive. Much better than he has in days.

Now, we gotta move stuff. Katsuki picked up his dirty laundry and put it in his closet to wash later. He moved all his presents up off the floor and onto the bed. He swepted all the dead petals and toss them in his trash can. He threw out all the ruined candles and sprayed the room with air fresheners. He fixed up his bed and placed the picture frame back on his now cleaned nightstand. Next to it, a lit candle that smelled of caramel.

Katsuki took a seat at his desk. He was back to thinking about Y/N and all that he could do to win her back. As he checked his clock, he realized just how late it was. Kirishima came back to him at the end of class and training which was around 6. He spent an hour talking to Katsuki, and then Katsuki spent 4 hours cleaning himself and his room. It was 11:00 now. Way past his usual bed time. He’ll figure things out in the morning.

Katsuki smiled to himself as he layed in his own bed. He was finally on the right track again and one step closer to getting his teddy bear back. He turned to the picture frame, and grabbed onto it, hugging it while he slept. Katsuki was getting better but he wasn’t whole again. He needed Y/N to help him sleep alright, so holding the picture at night will have to do. He couldn’t wait till he woke up in the morning. Tomorrow he had school, he’ll get to see Y/N’s beautiful face for the first time in awhile, but before that, you bet your ass he’s waking up extra early to come up with a plan.

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The next morning

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

The blonde smacked his alarm button before he rose up and stretched his body. Today was the day. He’s gets to see Y/N again. Bakugou just sits in place staring at nothing. Just taking 2 minutes to regain full consciousness. Once he’s set, he’s up and getting ready. It’s 4 in the morning now, so he begins to strategize.

Katsuki is pulling out easels and white boards. Pulling out notebooks and writing down facts. What Y/N is interested in, her favorite hobbies and foods, where she likes to spend her time, what she could need help with that Bakugou could assist her with. He’s also writing down the highlights of their relationship and what she seemed to enjoy best about him. He’ll be keeping that as a reference for when he needs to reassess on how he should treat her better. He will do better this time. That’s a promise to himself and you.

After half an hour of slightly struggling, he reaches out for help. Now at 4:30 a.m, here was the blonde knocking at his best friend’s door.

Rock music is blasting, sweat is flying everywhere and punches are being thrown at a hero. Not just any hero, Crimson Riot! As Kirishima continues to spar with his idol, he’s interrupted by a banging sound.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

“The hell?” The younger red head says. Soon his idol began to fade away.

“Crimson Riot! Hey are you okay sir?!” But it was too late, the man was gone. Now the whole room was waving around. Did Kirishima accidentally mistake his giant jug of water for vodka or something? Soon he was left in nothing but a black abyss. And then....he fell!

“Shitty hair.....Ei....KIRISHIMA!”

“AH!” The red head screamed as he shot up from the bed, head-butting his best friend right then and there. Great, a perfect dream. Ruined.

“Ah, shit!” Bakugou said in pain as he held his now throbbing forehead. “What the fuck?”

“That’s my line Bakugou,” the red head sighed, “Did you break into my room? Jeez man, what the fuck? What are you doing here at.....4:38 a.m?!?!? DUDE!”

“I know, my bad okay? But..I could use some help.” Bakugou whispered the last part so Kirishima had no idea what this man just said.

“What bro?” Kirishima asked.

“I said....I could use some help.” The blonde repeated.

“C’mon man, you’re gonna have to speak u-“

“I need your help, alright?!” Bakugou finally said. Kirishima sighed. His bro really couldn’t wait until later?

“Bakugou, you know I’m always down to help you out but this is too early man. Can we just-“ the blonde quickly added on to what he was previously saying.

“Please.”

Kirishima’s eyes shot open after he closed them to drift off back to sleep. Did the Katsuki Bakugou just ask for help by saying please? This must be extremely important.

“......alright. You got me, I’m up. But if I’m gonna be up at 4 in the morning, others are gonna be helping us too.” Kirishima bargained.

“But-“ Kirishima cut him off

“But nothing. Besides, I’m drowsy in the morning so I wouldn’t really focus all that well. And we’re just going to the people we can trust.” The red head explained.

“Fine.” The blonde gave in. So there they went, gathering the other members of the Bakusquad (minus Y/N) to help Bakugou win back his girl.

As the 4 sleepy heads sat down on Bakugou’s floor infront of the whiteboard he wrote on, The blonde began to explain some of his plans.

“So I was thinking of treating her real nice all day until she takes me back and we become friends again, eventually leading to our relationship, but then I realized she’d be into a fake me and we all know I can’t pull the nice guy act forever. Then I thought I’d spoil her with all of the things she desires, but money can’t buy you love. So I thought I could-“ Katsuki quickly noticed the long period of silence other than his voice.

There, were his 4 friends sleeping in a dog pile in the middle of his dorm room floor, completely ignoring everything he’s been saying.

Bakugou sighed and grabbed a small “heroes weekly” issue sitting on his desk, rolled it up, and wacked his friends in their heads.

“You idiots...WAKE THE FUCK UP!” Ahh, welcome back Gremlin Bakugou.

As his friends came back from the dead, they all complained.

“Aww c’mon Bakugou. We’ve been at this for an hour already, it’s 5:40.” Sero said while yawning.

“I don’t care. You idiots offered to help so here you are.” Bakugou said while turning to face the board again.

“We didn’t offer shit!” The bakusquad simultaneously replied.

Mina let out a groan while rubbing her eyes open, “Look Bakugou. We really want you and Y/N to be happy together, we really do, but maybe it’s for the best if you guys don-“ Mina was cut off by Denki slapping his hand over her mouth.

As she looked at her electric friend, she saw a nervous expression on his face. She followed his gaze and saw the back of an angry and almost insane looking and shaking Bakugou.

Hearing Mina say that he should let Y/N go triggered something in his brain. But hearing her say they wanted the couple back together enlightened him too. His mind got the two mixed up.

‘Everyone wants us back together. Not just me. So...then we are back together. Yeah. Y/N is still mine’ the now insane blonde thought to himself.

“....Ok well, time to go, get some sleep, see you idiots in the morning!” Bakugou said while pushing the group out of his room. Once they made it over the threshold, he slammed the door.

With an insane plan in mind, Bakugou checked the time and saw he could take at least a good hour long nap before he had to get ready to leave for school. And that’s exactly what he did. So he jumped into the covers, grabbing onto the picture and drifted off into sleep.

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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

Bakugou’s alarm rang once more, and again, he slammed it shut. He stretched, got up outta bed and changed into his uniform. That power nap really well rested him, but it also must’ve fucked up his brain even more.

‘And now it’s time to go see my beautiful girlfriend,’ he thought to himself.

After Mina’s comments last night, it hit Bakugou with a great realization. Everyone wanted him and Y/N back together. Not just him. So why not give everybody what they want? Sure maybe Y/N might not completely want it but she’ll learn how to love Bakugou again. Everyone’s happy. And so, Bakugou was convinced that him and Y/N were back together.

At breakfast, Bakugou ran down to already see the Squad up and eating.

“Why the hell do you losers look like death?” He asked while grabbing a cup for his orange juice.

“Well we were all trying to sleep, but after what happened this morning, we couldn’t.” Mina explained.

“What happened this morning? There was nothing big except you guys helping me out.” Kirishima really couldn’t believe it. Had his dear friend not even notice his weird ass trigger moment earlier?

“Alright whatever. Anyway, wheres Y/N?” Bakugou asked after he finished his cup.

“Oh, she just left. She had an early breakfast and went for a quick walk.” Mina said.

“You planning on talking to her today Kacchan?” Denki questioned him.

“You damn Spark Plug, of course I’m gonna talk to my girlfriend today. Fucking idiot.” He said as he grabbed his bag and walked out the kitchen.

“.........Huh?” The entire squad was left in confusion.

‘Had they gotten back together this morning? Did she really accept him back that fast? What the fuck is going on?’ They all thought.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?” Kaminari cried out as he pulled at and scruffled his hair in confusion.

Ah Denki. Always saying what everyone is thinking but the only one ballsy enough to idiotically say it aloud.

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As she walked to class, Y/N hummed a little song to herself. She enjoyed her walk as it helped clear her mind from all the recent events. Her breakup with Bakugou really took a toll on her. They were together for almost 2 years (EVER SINCE JUNIOR HIGH) so of course the split hit her hard. He accused her of cheating and burned her. So much for trust, right? Not only that, but the burn left a tiny scar. Usually, due to you having a regeneration ability as part of your quirk, Phoenix, the scar should’ve healed up. Maybe the emotional damage caused it to permanently mark itself in you. Oh well, whats done is done. And now it’s time for class.

When you walked though the door, you were expecting a normal day. Ever since the split, you usually got their a lot earlier before anyone else so you could sit, do a little reading, sketch out a little drawing, or just rest your eyes until the bell rang. Except this time, when you opened the door, someone jumped on you for a hug.

“Babe! There you are you little dumbass. Jeez, I was looking for you everywhere.” Bakugou said as he let go of the hug. “I’ve missed you, haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“Uhm, you said babe??” You spoke with a confused and shocked voice.

“Yeah, I called you babe? So what? We always call each other that. You are my girlfriend after all.” He said so casually as he walked to his seat.

THISMANSAIDWHAATTT

“Uh, Bakugou-“

“Katsuki.” He deadpanned.

“Bakugou, we broke up.” You stated while walking up to him.

“Mm...no we didn’t.” He once again so casually said.

“Wha- I- we- you-....HUH?!” You stuttered out.

“Y/N-“

“L/N!” You corrected.

“Y/N. We didn’t break up you dummy, we only had a little set back and that’s fine. All couples do. But thankfully you forgave me and we’ve moved past it,” he began as he pulled you into his lap, “besides, everyone wants us back together including us so why not make it easier for everyone.”

You began stuttering out none sense right there on his lap. You were in such shock and utter disbelief that he said all that bullshit. Well maybe he was right about one thing. Everyone did want you guys back together, including you both, but that’s besides the point! Y’all broke up! He needs to accept it.

“Baku- no- I- we-“ and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

And for some reason, you didn’t push him away. Granted you didn’t accept it either, but you slowly melted into it. The kiss was passionate and slow. It wasn’t sloppy, it was very controlled, but it was just a lotta lip and tongue. The whole thing sent butterflies to your heart and stomach. Oh how you missed moments like these with Katsuki.

He readjusted you on his lap so that you were now straddling him. His hands travelled down to your ass as he gave it a nice squeeze, one that made you moan into the kiss. Your arms went straight to his neck to pull him in for more and he took it as an invitation to start. The kiss began to get a little rougher. More tongue and teeth, both of you extremely desperate for the touch from one another. With your cunt pressed onto his crotch, he slowly thrusted up into you as you grinded down slowly on him. You both started breathing heavier and letting out little whimpers of ecstasy. He could probably feel your now soaked panties. One hand left your ass and came around to the front. He pressed on your soaked pussy through your damp underwear and it caused shutters to go through your entire body.

You began pressing down into his hand, desperate for more friction and Bakugou noticed. He moved your panties to the side and slipped in one finger. This was rewarded with a louder moan that caused Katsuki to smile into the kiss. He knew you and your body so well. He was determined to treat you right and get you to fall for him one more time. As his finger felt around your velvet walls, he slipped in another one, receiving an even louder cry of pleasure. You broke off from the kiss to throw your head back. Katsuki saw this as an opportunity to attack your neck. To mark you up and let everyone know you still belonged to him.

“K-Katsuki. Don’t...don’t stop,” you panted.

“I won’t princess, I’ll take care of you.” He smiled.

Without warning, he shoved in 2 more fingers. You were so loud and Bakugou was so proud. You were gonna let everyone know what’s happening and he was excited.

He lifted his head to whisper into your ear as you continued to moan and sigh.

“Well aren’t you just a little slut. You want everyone to know how well daddy takes care of you? You want them to hear you scream in pleasure?” His words went straight to your cunt that was now welcoming in his 5th and final finger. Completely fisting you now, you let out loud cries.

“S-uki, .....ah, AH YES! Mm, s’too much!” You cried out. You couldn’t help it, you loved him. You knew you did. Even though what he did was wrong, your body took over and your mind turned off. You fully succumbed to his wishes.

You let your feet hit the ground to stand yourself up a little bit and fall down onto his fist, meeting the thrust of his hand moving in and out of you. Watching the show, Katsuki couldn’t help but stare in delight. His hard on growing bigger and bigger each second as he bit his lip to hold back his sounds. Watching you bounce on just his fist did something to him and brought out a feral beast. He snapped.

He pulled his fist out of your aching pussy and sat you down on his desk. He stood up infront of you and tore your delicate panties off.

“Katsuki-“ you were silenced with a smack to your ass

“That’s not my name, teddy bear. C’mon now, you know exactly what I wanna hear.” He said while caressing your thighs.

“..Yes daddy.” You bashfully said.

With a kiss to your cheek he praised you.

“Good girl.” As he began to unbuckle his belt, you looked around the classroom.

“D-daddy. Someone’s gonna see!” You cautiously stated.

Katsuki reassured you with a kiss to your lips, “We’ll be fine princess, I promise,” he said while placing his tip at your entrance. You whimpered at the thought of him inside you again, it’s been so long. You were almost nervous. That is until Katsuki place a finger under your chin so you could face him in his eyes.

“I’m gonna take care of you, so don’t worry.” And with that you slowly nodded. And he finally began to press into you.

With just his tip in, you let out a breathy moan. He was bigger than you remembered. He kept pressing and pressing until he was fully inside your warm and tight hole. You both let out a moan at the feeling of each other.

“Daddy, please move.” And he did as he was told. With a steady pace set, he thrusted himself in and out of you. Both of you moaning louder every second. While you were enveloped in the euphoric feeling, Katsuki was struggling to hold back the beast inside of him. That is until you came up to his ear.

“Fuck me like you mean it, daddy. I won’t break, I promise.” You said in his ear and Katsuki swore he could hear your smirk. Gripping your ass and continuing his pace he spoke.

“Don’t be mad when you can’t walk for the next week,” he smirked. With that, he slammed himself deeper, harder, and faster inside of you. His tip hitting your cervix. You let our screams of pure pleasure and he did the same.

“Oh yesss...shit daddy..so big..”

“F-fuck! Oh you like that? Yeah princess? ...oh shit baby your pussy takes me so well. Y-Yeah, your tight little cunt takes this big cock so fucking well,” he moved faster inside, exploring you completely. His hands went straight to your shirt and and ripped it open. You had a few buttons fly everywhere, but you didn’t care. He pushed your bra up and let one of your mounds fall into his hand. He squeezed it tight to release a generous moan from you. He then dove into the valley of breast to mark your chest. You held onto the back of his head and tugged at his hair and he growled at he feeling, enjoying every second of it.

“Oh yess princess just like that. S-shit. Oh fuck yes...oh you’re mine,” he went deeper inside as he spoke.

“Fuck! Daddy yes! Right t-there! Oh my god..yess,” you cried out.

“Can you feel that. Oh fuck, can you feel my dick in your gut?” He moaned out. Katsuki went to grip the edge of his desk as you kept your hold around his neck, causing him to somehow move faster. He went up to taste your lips once more

“I love you....so much princess...you hear me...Mm, your mine,” he said between kisses and ended with a smack to your now red ass.

His words had you squeezing his cock. He knew what was coming.

“Aww, is princess gonna cum? You gonna cum on daddy’s dick?” He teased.

“Mm...p-please daddy. Please let me cum,” you said while throwing your head back. Katsuki only smirked at this.

“Not yet~” he pulled out of you, leaving you a whiny mess.

“N-no! Daddy please! Please let me finish,” you said while holding onto his shoulders, inches away from his face, pressing your chest to his. Your words caused his “little” friend to grow even harder and Katsuki only smirked and looked down at you.

“Dont worry teddy bear, Daddy’s not done with you yet.” He yanked you off the desk and pressed you down onto it, with your chest to the desk. Then he slammed back into you, returning to the fast pace again.

“Fuck yeah..oh god look at this ass. Nice and round, all red for me,” he said while pounding into you.

He gave your ass a good few smacks, countered with a thrust each harder than the last before going to lay his chest on top of you to whisper in your ear.

“You wanna be a good girl for daddy? Huh, teddy bear?” He asked.

“Mmm, yes! Yes I’ll be good, just please!” You cried out. He reached his hand over to rub on your clit. Your body began to shake with pleasure.

“Then cum with me.....NOW,” he said, and that was all it took for you to release the white liquid. As you came you could feel his hot release filling you up to the brim. He cried out in pure pleasure while you did the same.

You both stayed in that position for a bit, and you could feel the mixture of both your release dripping down your inner thighs. Soon, you felt Katsuki lower himself to kiss your neck.

“You did so good princess.” He calmly said to you. It was relieving, and you loved the sound of his voice, but you couldn’t help but feel a little off at this whole ordeal.

Katsuki pulled out of you and watched how his cum covered and filled your entire pussy. He smiled at the sight and went to grabbed some tissue on Aizawa’s desk to clean you and himself up.

He tucked himself back into his pants and you rebuttoned your shirt the best you could and flipped your skirt back down. Since Katsuki tore your panties you’d have to go commando at least until you got back to your room. You watched as Katsuki went to throw away the tissues and your torn underwear into the trash can. When he made his way back to you, he held you in his arms and attempted to kiss you. But you turned away.

“Hey teddy be-“

“No, Katsuki. Please don’t call me that.” You said while looking down. Katsuki felt his heart hurt a little. You’re always gonna be his teddy bear, why would he ever stop calling you that?

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked you.

“Us. This. Katsuki, what happened today should not have happened.” You said

“What?” He was so confused and a little hurt.

As tears start to fill your eyes, you did everything you could to not let them fall. “Suki, we broke up. You accused me of cheating, you burned me! So for us to come in here and just have sex like nothing happened is wrong.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry for what happened. Seriously, after what I did it destroyed me. But please listen, I lov-“ you cut him off again.

“I know!.....I know you do Katsuki.....and I love you too Suki. So much,” this brought a smile to his face. A true, genuine smile that you loved so dearly.

“But I’m scared.” You added on. This made Katsuki’s smile drop, worry and concern fill his eyes.

“Of what exactly?” He asked you while gently holding onto your hand.

“.....You.” This shocked him. His own teddy bear feared him. Heartbreaking.

“I’m scared of the lack of trust that you have for me. And not only that, but your quirk too. Katsuki I know you’re one of the best students here at UA, but I know you’re emotions can get out of hand too. It’s clear that when you’re not in control of your feelings, your quirk can lash out. The evidence is right here,” you turned you arm that he was holding to show him the scar he left on you.

Now this really hurt Katsuki. He loved marking you with his love, not with his anger. The fact that he did that to you sent his mind into a frenzy. Until he felt your touch on his cheek.

Holding onto his cheek with your soft hands, you spoke reassuring words. “Katsuki, you were right about two things. I do want us to be together again and I do forgive you,” and with that, Katsuki leaned into your touch. Holding onto your hand that held his face, he released a single tear he didn’t know he was holding and closed his eyes in relief and satisfaction.

“But I can’t be with you again.” Your words caused him to open his eyes and stare at you in shock and fear. “At least...not yet.”

Whew, his heart rate went back down. Oh the rollar coaster of emotions this poor boy was currently on.

“Yet?” He asked hopefully.

“Suki, I’m still trying to fix myself, and it’s clear that you need to fix yourself too. I really want to be with you, but we both need time to grow for each other. I can’t leave you. I know for sure that in my heart, you’re always gonna be the one I run back to, but I don’t want to run back to someone who could possibly hurt me again. I want to come back to you knowing that when we are together again, our relationship is secured.” You explained.

A silence filled the air. You both stared at each other for what felt like forever. Nobody else in the world. Just you and him. He then pulled you in for a tight hug. As he held onto you, you could feel hot tears hitting your shoulder, and quiet sobs left his voice along with a hitched breath every now and then. Katsuki was crying.

“....I promise you. I’m gonna get better for you. I’m gonna be worthy of you and your love and it’ll stay that way for the rest of our lives. You and me. Together. Im gonna do whatever it takes to get you back and I won’t stop at anything until you’re mine again. I swear I’ll treat you better than I ever did before. As long as I know that you’re coming back to me and me only, I’ll wait for you for as long as it takes teddy bear.” He said into your neck with his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“I know you will Suki. And I promise I won’t make you wait too long.” You said while hugging him back.

“You better not.” The blonde said.

“Don’t forget though, I’m always yours. And just yours.” You reassured him.

“......Can we at least make this a little easier for me and say we didn’t split. We’re just on a break. A small break?” He said, now looking directly in your eyes while still holding onto you.

You put his worries at ease with your gentle smile. “The smallest break, Suki.” You softly laughed as you both went back in for another hug.

“........I like it better when you call me daddy,” the damn devil said while smiling.

“Shut up you horny idiot.” You chuckled.

‘I can’t wait to be yours again,’ you both thought

You both stayed there in each other’s embraces until the world faded away. It was just you and him. Together. You were both no longer lost. You weren’t at your destination yet, but you were on the right tracks. One step closer to each other. One step closer to love.

A/N: There’s still a little more I wanna add to the story, so there will be a part 3 to close this little short story. Sorry if there were any spelling mistakes. Thank you guys so much for the love and support. As a new writer I never expected to grow so quickly so I truly love each and every one of you bear cubs! Sorry this was so long, I hope you enjoyed! 💗🧸

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it’s okay to be selfish - eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

content warnings: 18+, smut, brief mutual masturbation

notes: enjoy this lil one shot that was written as practice for using the present tense in smut. i’m honestly not sure if i’m rockin with it. lmk if you guys prefer present or past tense! <3

SUMMARY: taking place right before eren disappears to marley, the reader and eren share an urgent and pent up moment together. when the world is ending, sometimes it’s okay to be selfish.

“we’re gonna get caught,” you whisper as quietly as possible. eren halts his movements against your neck, ears straining as someone walks by the small closet. as soon as they pass without incident, he’s back, mouth desperately latching onto the skin wherever it can.

“we’ll be quick,” he mumbles against your collar bone. it’s dark and hot in the small space; you have no choice but to be pressed up against his tall frame. you briefly consider how much trouble you’d be in if someone were to catch you. it’s as if eren senses your apprehension, pulling his face back to look at yours.

a sliver of golden light strikes down his face, perfectly shining in one of his eyes. the change in his demeanor over the years has been significant: he’s no longer the hot headed boy you once knew. instead he’s consumed by an inner turmoil.

“they’re all asleep, i checked.” he reassures softly, choosing to ignore whoever it was that had just passed by. you reach a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. it’s getting longer and he’s been too busy to cut it, sitting at an awkward length above his shoulders.

eren’s eyes are staring dully at you, waiting for the go ahead. you two have been at this for a couple months now, sharing quiet moments tucked away from the world. you’ve never discussed it, but somehow knew it was just an escape. an hour away from the horrible reality you’re forced to live with.

you sigh, running a hand down his sharp jaw. “alright, but there’s not much room to maneuver in here.”

eren brings his face down, lips carefully capturing yours in a low burning kiss. something about the gesture screams love, but it will never be discussed nor acknowledged.

the melding of your mouths quickly turns hungry; a couple of weeks of pent up frustration coming to a head. eren’s tongue forces itself into your mouth, rough and frantic. you hold back a whimper as his large hands come up to palm your breasts through your thin nightgown.

the heat in the closet is nearly suffocating as eren shifts to release some of the strain on his dick, pressing it against your clothed abdomen. you sigh loudly at the feeling of him hardening against you, the pressure causing your cunt to throb in arousal.

his fingers lightly pinch your nipples, the sensitive buds becoming firm at the action. then his hands are traveling down your sides, effortlessly grazing over your curves as they come to squeeze your hips. you know eren and you know what he’s asking, lifting your thighs to wrap around his slim waist as he holds you up by your ass, giving it a generous squeeze.

eren falters at the new position, the feeling of your clothed cunt rubbing against his impossibly hard cock. he struggles to kiss you back, instead opting to slowly grind himself into you.

you pull your lips back from his, leaning your head on the wall as eren attempts to keep his throaty grunts quiet. the feeling of him rubbing against you so desperately is nearly enough to send you over the edge, a familiar sensation building in your stomach.

“eren,” you whimper. his eyes are focused between the two of you; the sight of your night gown riding up on your thighs and the sound of your breathing are all too distracting. “eren.”

he looks up, pupils dilated and face slightly red. “what is it?”

“need you so bad,” you mutter, slightly embarrassed. the embarrassment fades when you feel his cock twitch against your center, his breath hitching.

“shit,” he curses, bringing his face forward to press his lips against yours as he grinds particularly hard into your clit. the sudden rubbing allows a moan to fall from your mouth, drowned out by eren’s lightly chapped lips. “m’gonna fuck you so hard.”

eren is rarely so vocal when it comes to your sexual endeavors, normally opting for rough actions, less so words. his sentence strikes a chord with you nonetheless, your clit twitching with excitement.

your hand has a mind of its own, reaching down to palm his erection through his sleeping pants. eren hisses in response, leaning his head on your shoulder as you snake your hand past the waistband to grip his dick.

it’s warm and veiny; your thumb sliding over the tip in order to gather up some of his precum and pump it down the length of his shaft. his cock grows harder at the action, hips involuntarily bucking upwards as your hand picks up speed.

you can feel eren’s mouth open against the crook of your neck, lightly biting your skin in order to keep himself quiet. his breath sporadically dances across your shoulder, only making the small closest hotter.

he’s bucking into your hand, begging for some relief. eren being so needy makes your arousal heighten; your panties growing even wetter as he suddenly pulls back from your neck.

he lightly sets you down on the ground, your hand slipping out of his pants. before you have a chance to ask him what he’s doing, his fingers are pulling your panties down to your knees, standing back against the opposing wall.

“touch yourself for me,” he mutters darkly, eyeing you. your breathing is heavy, a frown creasing your features at the request.

“w-what?” you ask, your cheeks heating. eren’s hand reaches into his own pants, slowly pumping his slightly visible shaft. the sight makes you burn with curious desire, your fingers apprehensively inching their way towards your newly exposed cunt.

you’re only slightly surprised by how wet you are, your first two fingers easily sliding past your clit towards your entrance. the contact doesn’t have the same effect as eren’s, but it satisfies the dull ache enough.

eren’s eyes follow your fingers, reaching his free hand forwards to hold up your nightgown. something about the way he’s watching you, memorizing your every move, is different than it normally is.

you rest your head against the wall, breathing becoming shallow as your fingers begin to rub against your clit. the sight of you touching yourself, all flustered and horny is one eren swears never to forget. he takes a mental photograph, the sight becoming too much as a small whimper leaves your swollen lips.

“enough of that,” he interjects, gently pulling your fingers from yourself. you feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you at how easily you touched yourself in front of him, but eren doesn’t seem to care. he’s tugging his pants down, large dick coming to rest against his stomach.

and you’re ready for him; slightly parting your legs in the small space as eren comes to stand between them. he pushes you up the wall again, slowly guiding your hips down, tip pressing against your entrance. with a deep breath, he’s sliding you down onto his cock, stretching you out so good.

he stands for a moment, relishing in the way you feel around him; so tight and wet. you adjust to his large length, the sheer size never failing to catch you off guard.

he presses a chaste kiss to your lips before bucking his hips upwards, dick hitting your sweet spot with the first thrust. your mouth involuntarily opens to cry out, not before eren’s hand presses firmly against the lower half of your face.

“gotta be quiet for me, m’kay?” he whispers breathily, not ceasing his thrusts. you feverishly nod your head, eren’s hand staying put. the feeling of his cock ramming into you makes your head dizzy, gravity working in both of your favors as he fills you to the hilt.

eren’s movements quickly grow erratic and angry, the pounding nearly too much to bear. it’s often like this; he takes his frustration out on you, abusing your cunt until you can hardly walk. it’s when he slows his pace, filling you up purposefully and deliberately, that you feel yourself unravel all too quickly around him, walls clenching against his cock.

your head is fuzzy and your limbs feel tingly as eren pulls out, giving his dick a couple of quick pumps and he’s cumming on your nightgown, unashamedly marking it.

you slide back down the wall, legs wobbly as the two of you regain your composure. the closet is impossibly hot now; nearly too hot to breathe.

eren kisses your forehead, that far off look back in his grey eyes. he takes a moment to run his hand along your cheek, a sad smile on his face.

“it’s selfish of me to say, but sometimes i wish this was all i ever had to do.”

you smile back up at him, trying not to think about the war. “sometimes, it’s okay to be selfish.”

<3 <3 <3

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No Longer A Secret ~ Isaiah Jesus

A/N: A year later, here’s part 3. I think I’ll make this the last part because it took a lot out of me tbh. I hope you enjoy it!

Requested by: a bunch of you a while ago (sorry for the wait!) [ tagging: @anyasthoughts ]

Warnings: pregnancy, family fighting

Summary: Isaiah held up his end of the bargain, now you’ve got to do your part and finally tell your family your secret.

Part 1(Keeping A Secret) - Part 2(Unveiling A Secret)

gif by @pvkyblinders

More had changed for you in the past few weeks than you thought possible. Being a Shelby meant you were used to drastic change pretty often, but you, along with Finn, were usually the last of your siblings to know what was going on, being kept in the dark for as long as possible.

Being on the other side of the fence this time and having to tell your family this information was filling you with a lot of dread, especially when it came to Arthur. He was volatile with regular news at times, so how bad was he going to be when he heard that the little sister he protects with his life is not only pregnant and engaged but that you stole money so you could hide it from him?

Walking into the Shelby household had never felt so tense. The hallway so small. The dark walls so imposing. Isaiah's gentle touch on your waist made you jump a little bit as you were so trapped in your fear. "You alright, babe?" He uttered in your ear, truthfully knowing the answer would be no but needing some reassurance before you both faced your family. You didn’t answer him, struggling for once to cover how you felt with a lie, but luckily you didn’t need to; with Isaiah, you never really have.

Slowly moving through the house, you shouted out a hello and heard Tommy's voice reply from the kitchen. You were about to make your way to them when the hand you reached out behind you met thin air. Peering over your shoulder in search of the rock you need in Isaiah, he came just in time out of the living room, Finn two steps behind him and tucking an empty tube of tokyo in his inside pocket. You shared a silent greeting through a smile - weak on your side from nervousness and sheepish on his side from being caught - before grabbing Isaiah's hand and carrying on into the kitchen.

The first sight you were graced with was Tommy's frown as he lit a cigarette, nodding his head to you when you entered the room, his frown dissipating when he leant back against the counter and the smoke left his mouth. A stressful morning with business was the last thing you wanted. Everyone’s emotions would be heightened and their tethers near breaking point. The breath in your lungs almost got caught in your throat just at the thought.

But Arthur's voice filled the room before it could. "Y/N, Isaiah, y'alright?" He asked loudly, walking through the room to give an envelope to Tommy, and the cheerful tones told you maybe the stress was on Tommy's shoulders only. You hummed in response, not quite brave enough to open your mouth yet.

Finn nudging past your shoulder by mistake kept you alert to your surroundings as Isaiah went to give a quick greeting to Michael, who sat reading the newspaper with a cup of tea at the table, before pouring some tea for himself. "Watch out would ya," Arthur spoke, shoving Finn playfully to the side, Finn getting out of the way and sitting at the table with a grumble, wiping his nose a bit, "bloody boy." Arthur muttered to himself, his usual temper present but masterfully pushed down, before locking eyes with you still stood in the doorway.

"Y'alright love?" He asked, stopping in his tracks to make sure things were okay. You darted out of your thoughts to look at your brother properly. "Hm? Yeah. Can you stay here a minute though?" You responded, averting your eyes and turning toward everyone else.

Missing the way Arthur shrugged his hands and ventured back to the table, leaning his hands on the back of the last spare chair, you took a breath and steadied yourself.

A quiet rolled over the small room when you picked a slip of paper out of your purse, unfolded it and put it on the table, right under Arthur’s nose for him to read.

A cheque. The first cheque he’s ever seen signed off with your name. A cheque disclosing the exact amount that disappeared from the vault a month ago.

Arthur frowned up at you confused before moving to pick it up himself. “What’s this then?” He asked, looking around at the others for a bit of a clue but finding no help. Tommy rifled through the envelope he’d been given. Michael cast a glance at the cheque then went back to finishing his article. Finn sat scratching his head, keeping himself out of the conversation like he was used to, not that he’d be that much help to Arthur anyway.

When Arthur met your eyes again, you took a deep breath. “The money, from the vault. I’m giving it back.” Arthur’s eyes shot wide, surprised you had been the culprit of the incident (he’d had his eyes on a young blinder he was certain was responsible for a week now).

“You took it? How come?” He frowned again as he asked the question. This one was a little harder to answer. Not only were Arthur’s eyes on you, but Finn was watching you precariously and Michael had let the newspaper in his hand drop on his lap to focus on you too.

You didn’t dare look at Michael, knowing his gaze would stare straight through you and make you crumble under pressure. This money theft had been weighing heavily in the back of Michael’s mind so he wasn’t going to let the answer go without scathe.

“To go to the doctors. I didn’t have my own money to use.” You quickly added, wanting to justify your actions before they could blame you unfairly.

“The doctors?” Arthur repeated, looking over at Tommy again who was still reading through his letter. “What you going the doctor’s for? You’re alright, ain’t you? Nothing wrong?” He spoke, dismissing the reason and not believing you’d have a serious issue without him knowing first.

And that panicked you. Your heart speeding up already. There was something up, something that couldn’t be dismissed, something very well worth seeing the doctor for.

However, a second long glance at Isaiah calmed you down. He stood behind Arthur, porcelain cup of tea in one hand, the other tucked comfortably in his pant pocket. He wasn’t preparing for a fight at all, so why should you? One small subtle nod from him and you knew you’d be fine to speak, regardless of the outcome. He’d be there, Tommy would be there, you wouldn’t find a better chance to say it than now.

“Because I'm pregnant.” The words came out as feebly as you thought they would as you peered down at you feet. Arthur’s eyebrows raised in shock before clearing his throat with a cough that stopped the room from being silent.

“What?” His voice gravelled out of his chest. You looked up to meet his gaze, unnerving and unwavering, daring you to repeat the words he thought he heard the first time.

The movement of Isaiah putting his cup down on the counter had you squaring your shoulders a little. It was a change Tommy didn’t miss when he glanced up after the quiet lack of response, causing him to put the papers in his coat pocket for later.

You repeated yourself, louder this time, more assured despite the clear indifference Arthur's eyes held.

Smoke trailed out of Michael's mouth as he sat up straight in his chair, the cloud dissolving into nothing whilst he folded his newspaper up. Finn didn’t move, quickly inspecting the reactions of Tommy and Arthur before even thinking of speaking up.

Tommy stood still reclined against the counter, cigarette burning between his fingers as he kept his eyes on Arthur and on the door behind you in equal parts, making sure he was prepared for anything that might happen but refraining from acting on it yet.

Arthur’s hand tightened on the back of the wooden chair and his fixed look didn’t let up. He was angry, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on the reason why. Maybe it was because his sweet little sister wasn’t that anymore. Maybe it was because he’d let Isaiah recklessly get his hands on you. Maybe it was because you were young and silly and not ready for this in the slightest. Maybe it was because you hid it from him, and even went as far as stealing, right from the pocket of your family, to stop him from knowing. All of it was hitting him like a dagger in the chest.

His eyes hadn’t left yours before his gruff voice broke the silence again. “Y/N, you better tell me you’re joking now or I swear...” He spoke quietly and your chest shook as you breathed, your lungs tight from nervousness but your shoulders held strong. You weren’t backing down from him, no matter how much your hands trembled.

You shook your head at your brother. “I'm not playing. I'm having a baby, with Isaiah, and I'm keeping it.” Arthur’s eyebrows moved up and down quickly as he sighed out in order to keep his words down. He turned his head toward Tommy, whose face was stoic, not telling Arthur anything at all as he smoked. Arthur’s teeth clenched when he turned back to you, annoyed at the lack of backup from his brother and unsure where to start with his sister.

“You can’t be having a baby, Y/N,” Arthur's voice the only noise in the crowded room. “And why’s that?” You challenged him, his knuckles almost turning white against the chair. Finn's hands fidgeted with the cap on his lap, not wanting to be in the middle of this but not able to escape.

“Really? Well,” he huffed as he stood straight, fingers finally releasing the wooden seat, “you don’t have your own house, you have no cash, you can’t even look after yourself Y/N you’re too young for this!” He listed off the reasons on his hand, voice getting louder with each word that came out.

You put your hands on your hips, frustration mixing with the need to defend yourself as you matched Arthur’s level with your retort. “This is no different to John when he had Martha on her second kid at this age.”

Arthur waved his hand and shook his head. “That’s very different Y/N-"

“How is this different? Why is this any different at al-"

“It just is!” He shouted, slamming a hand on the table between you. You instantly jumped back at the sudden outburst, the boys both flinching too with Michael taking his elbow off the table and Finn scuffing his chair back a bit.

Isaiah stood firmly in his space now and toyed with the cuffs of his jacket to refrain himself from action. Another movement Tommy observed and he internally rolled his eyes at it. Isaiah knew well that this was your time and your situation to control, and that you needed to deal with your brothers in your own way for your own sake. A fight would help nothing right now.

“And before you’re married? Y/N, you aren’t even married for Christ’s sake!”

“You think I'm not married, do you?” You snapped, stopping Arthur from his inching closer and closer over the table top. Tommy’s head shot up in your direction and you could have sworn you found confusion on Arthur’s face before a second later, his and everyone else's attention was drawn away.

Polly opened the double doors from the shop to step through into the kitchen, shutting them behind her. "What in god’s name is going on in here? You're shouting the fucking street down." She chastises through her teeth with a scornful look sent Arthur's way. Neither you nor Arthur dropped your angry stares until Polly's demand of an answer had Arthur stepping away.

"Well," Arthur says, tension in every sound as he walked around the table to Polly's side, "it seems our darling angel girl has gone and got herself up the duff, hasn't she?" He said with bitterness in his words but a thankfully lowered voice as he shot his hand toward you. Polly met your gaze, concerned about the tears that lined your eyes but saying nothing about it yet.

"And that's just so terrible for you, is it?" You spite back, not giving Polly a chance to intervene. You guessed she'd be just as mad as Arthur for you being so silly and reckless, and you needed to fight for this on your own. To Arthur’s point, you had to look after yourself. If not now, when?

However, it isn't the news that's got her concerned, it's the venom in Arthur's words.

"You're not even married Y/N!” He continued his former point, “What are people gonna thin-"

"Well I am getting bloody married aren't I!" You interrupted, throwing your hands up in the anger that's finally caught up with you. Tommy raises his eyebrows questioningly as he keeps watching your movements, a quiet washing over the room again as the boys sat at the table wait for what's coming next.

"I'm engaged," You hold your hand up, your ring glinting in the light, "because Isaiah proposed to me, because he loves me," you drop your hand back to your side in defeat, "more than I can say for some..."

Tommy and Isaiah share a small glance before Isaiah turned to watch you again, leaving that conversation for later, or hopefully never.

After a moment of silent eye contact between you and Arthur, as his chest moved up and down with heavy breaths, he sighed and let his hands drop too.

“You think I don’t love you?” He uttered, “hm?” When he received only silence from you, faced with watching you stare at your feet to avoid him, he almost felt sick.

Everything he does is to protect you, to protect all the people he loves. Even now, as he’s in a blazing shouting match with you, it’s not because he’s angry - no, not truly - but because he’s scared you won’t be okay. Scared that you’re becoming something different to the little girl he practically helped raise. Scared you’ll be going into a world where he can’t protect you anymore.

He can deal with fighting and shouting, but he could never live with himself if you thought he felt anything but love for you.

His breath got caught in his throat and he could sense Polly's eyes burning a hole through his skull. Swallowing his pride, he tentatively asked, “Are you happy?”

“More than ever.” You immediately replied to his sincere-as-possible question.

He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, subtly meeting Tommy's eye across the room - who doesn't move an inch - then walked around the table with his arms out wide, inviting you to him.

He hugged you tightly and you felt his shaky hands settle on your back. “Then how mad can I be?” He muttered and a small smile etched onto your face, eyes squeezing closed which made the tears you’d been holding finally roll down your cheeks. All the strength you feigned left you as you hugged him back, thankful for your brother’s arms to be holding you up like normal.

With Arthur’s acceptance and lack of Tommy’s protest, Finn stood to his feet and as Arthur held your face, wiping your tears with a loving but faintly nervous smile, Finn made his way to you to give his own congratulatory hug.

Arthur took a second, watching his younger siblings before scanning the room to get his bearings again. And he went straight to Isaiah, gripping him under his arm and pulling him close, sternly muttering the typical older brother threats in his ear for only him to hear. You missed the words said but by the slightly distant look behind Isaiah’s eyes you quickly got the gist.

Pulling away from your hug with Finn, you met Tommy’s eyes across the room as he still leant unmoved against the counter, extinguishing his cigarette in the ash tray beside him. He sent you a wink and a nod, the corners of his mouth poking up for only you to catch sight of.

“Don’t worry Arthur, of course I will.” The words from your fiancé caused you to turn just in time to see your brother patting Isaiah’s neck before walking away, mumbling about a much-needed drink as he dragged his feet through the shop doors and the usual bustling noise of the building returned.

When Isaiah’s gaze met yours, the sliver of fear in his eyes was completely overshadowed by the confident love he held for you. You sent him a silent apology with your eyes which he dismissed with a shake of his head. He took a few steps toward you and gave you a quick kiss before squeezing you into his familiar tight hug, whispering not to stress about it into your neck. It was enough to stop you falling to pieces right in the middle of the family kitchen.

Isaiah rubbed his hand over your back and pulled his head back up, an inch from giving you a quick peck on the lips when his shoulders shot up with a hiss. He quickly turned his head with an angry scowl that instantly vanished at the sight of Polly. She tilted her head to the side, getting Isaiah to take his hands off you without a word. Isaiah left the two of you to yourselves to avoid the wrath of your aunt and went to join Michael across the room, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked.

Polly smirked at your shocked face and it grew when your surprise turned into a slight shocked laugh, shaking your head bemused at her actions. She held a cup of tea out for you and you took a step closer to her. Part of you was still wary of what she'll have to say about your pregnancy, but part of you was also comforted by her presence, knowing she'll never let your brothers step too far out of line with you.

"Are you mad?" You asked cautiously, never wanting to assume with her. She was pouring another cup of tea as she answered. "I was a little when I first found out, I thought I'd told you more than enough times to be careful," she shot you a nettled look before turning to face you properly, "then I had about two weeks for the idea to grow on me." Once again she smirked at the shock on your face. Of course Polly knew, you hardly had to tell her anything without her figuring it out for herself first.

"You'll be fine dear, he's not the worst." Polly joked sincerely, clinking your cups and taking a gulp before putting it down on the side again. You’d yet to move, stunned into stillness by her revelation, when her hand lay firmly on your small belly. She stared down in thought for a few seconds, her touch a stark contrast to the sharp slap Isaiah felt a moment earlier.

A feeling of relief you'd only ever felt once before - when John shot a bullet that skimmed your leg at 12 years old – had managed to fill your chest, almost enough to overwhelm you were it not for the grounding touch of your Aunt Polly.

You let her process her mystic prediction as you finally moved, sipping your drink and sending a smirk over to Isaiah to match his own.

Polly looked up at you with a smile spreading over her face and joy filling her eyes. “A beautiful baby girl.”

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imagine-that-100 · 3 years

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Truth Serum

Description: Matty Healy x Reader (Female) | You’ve been friends with Matty for quite a few years and he thinks he knows pretty much everything about you. Like how you’re always more honest when you’d had a drink and even more so when you’re tired too. But when a head injury and strong painkillers are added to that equation, for Matty it’s entertaining, but for you it’s a recipe for heartbreak.

Word Count: 9.7k

Warnings: A lil bit of angst but mostly fluff.

A/N: This was requested by @jagz72! Sorry it took so long but I got VERY carried away and just couldn't stop writing. I really hope you enjoy reading it, I definitely enjoyed writing it. I hope everyone has a very Happy New Year! This year has been amazing (on Tumblr) and I’ve connected with so many people on here it’s been really lovely making so many new friends. I’m wishing you all a wonderful 2021!

Likes and Reblogs are appreciated but most of all, thank you so much for reading x

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This really wasn’t how you hoped your day would go. But here you were, sitting on a hospital bed with a nurse shining a torch in your eyes making sure you were okay.

The reason you were here may be funny in the future when you tell it back to your kids or something. But right now, you were worried and so was the man that was holding your hand, who’d been the cause of your injury.

Matty had brought you to A&E as soon as the incident happened.

You'd been friends for 3 years, so it really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary these days when Matty popped by early in the morning. You knew he liked getting out of his house so his inability to sleep for long durations didn’t suffocate him.

After all, no one liked lying in bed wide awake when you knew you were meant to be asleep.

So, you’d given him a key many moons ago to try and help him combat that. You were a creative person, be that crafting or baking or painting.

You had it all.

So, his mind could run wild in your house and he’d yet to get bored. You’d woken up more than once to find him in your lounge, painting once but most of the time you found him trying to replicate your baking goods.

And he was really shit at it.

When he walked into your home this morning, you were already up and in the kitchen baking. Truthfully it was a surprise to see you up and about so early as it was only 6:30.

You didn’t sleep very well last night as you’d been out drinking with a few friends. You never really slept well after an alcohol filled night. It always left you really dehydrated and because you lived quite a bit out of London, not too far from Matty, you most of the time started with your hangover before you even got back home.

But that was the choice you made when you went into the city to drink.

So in theory Matty shouldn't have been surprised when he saw you already awake this morning. He knew you’d gone out and he knew what drinking did to you.

Matty quite liked when you got drunk with him, you were a really funny person and you pretty much had no filter when you had alcohol in your system. That was always fun for you all when you went out, and Matty loved the taxis back home with you on nights like that.

He always brought an extra drink in the taxi with him so your hangover wouldn’t start in the 30 minute drive back.

Matty had greeted you with a hug when he walked into your house and found that you were in the kitchen. You seemed really happy to see him too and you got to chatting about how Notes was coming along.

But it seemed that you and Matty let time get the better of you as Matty kept teasing you for practically still being drunk. The alcohol that was still present in your system obviously hadn’t worn off it’s truth serum effects yet and Matty liked to tease you about doing impulsive things, like baking cookies at 7:30 in the morning.

The next time Matty looked at the clock though, he was really late for a meeting. Your tired, tipsy, sleep deprived self had been quite entertaining leading him to forget that he had people to meet.

Jamie had called him double checking about the meeting that was meant to be starting at 8:45. But the time was now 9:22 and he still hadn’t showed up so Jamie, being the friendly manager he was, just called him up to check if he was okay.

“Oh fuck.” Matty curses looking at the caller ID and the time.

You look around at Matty worriedly and ask, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m meant to be at a meeting with Jamie and the lads right now.” Matty tells you, “I’ll be just a minute.”

Matty goes out of the kitchen to answer the call as he didn’t want to disturb your early morning baking. He didn't care if you could hear what he said or not he just didn't want to disturb your morning.

That and he was going to try and get out of the meeting so he could stay and eat all the cookies you’d yet to put in the oven.

Matty answers Jamie and profusely apologises for lacking manners to show up to a meeting on time. Thankfully, Jamie isn’t that fussed about it and suggests putting the meeting back as he was free until early afternoon.

Matty jumps at that chance.

But then Matty practically whips himself around with the intent to ask you how long it will take to bake the cookies so he’d know how long to push the meeting back, but he never gets that far. When Matty turns around, he barges his shoulder straight into you causing you to be pushed back.

You were just about to make your way past him to get your phone from where you’d put it on charge in your lounge earlier, but that was long forgotten when your head smacked off the corner of the wooden door frame behind you.

The bang to the back of your head shocked Matty to his core. You both stopped dead and looked at each other and as soon as Matty’s hands rested on your shoulders he kept apologising.

“Shit shit shit. Y/N are you okay?!” Matty asks, his hands flying to your shoulders to steady you, his phone still in his hand.

“I’m okay.” You tell him in shock, moving away from the door frame a little to hold the back of your head.

You could feel a lump forming already, but there was no blood, so you guessed you were alright. Matty quickly puts his phone to his ear to tell Jamie he’d call him back before he pockets his phone and holds your shoulders again.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I didn't know you were there, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Matty asks worriedly.

“Not your fault Matty.” You tell him, “I’m fine.”

Something which Matty doesn’t believe for a solid minute despite you assuring him that you were okay.

Once he relaxes a little, he pulls you into a hug as another way to apologise. You also relax and take your hand off the back of your head to hug him back, trying to assure him you’re okay. But you can’t help the curse that falls from your lips as you could already feel a headache coming on.

“Fuck me.” You say resting your forehead down on his shoulder.

His eyes go wide, “Really?” Matty questions in shock.

“No.” You say immediately, and Matty is about to laugh until you correct your statement to, “Well, not right now.”

Matty’s eyes widen, “What?”

You didn’t even say it in a sarcastic or joking way. Matty immediately felt the need to pry.

“My head hurts a little.” You whine into his shoulder, but he assumes it's to try and distract from the little slip up you just had.

And as much as Matty wanted to make your head better instantly he was shocked by what you said. So before he could stop himself he grins, “Tell me what you just said.”

“Matty I’m fine, go to your meeting.” You say picking your head up off his shoulder.

He looks into your Y/E/C eyes and they narrow as he asks if he hears correctly, “You said I couldn’t fuck you right now?”

“Yeah, so?” You shake your head as if you didn’t remember saying that.

Matty looks at you curiously, frowning a little as the thought had never really crossed his mind that you thought of him like that. “You want me to fuck you?”

“We’re not discussing this right now.” You shake your head again but Matty sees pain flash through your eyes. You hold the back of your head again and he can see you're actually in pain. “Matty, my head hurts.”

“I’ll get you some ice.” Matty says letting go of your waist and looking to your fridge freezer across the room.

Before he can move though you grab his arm and say, “No, go to your meeting.”

“You can’t just say you want me to fuck you and then tell me to go to a meeting Y/N.” Matty grins at you.

You close your eyes and sigh, “Matty.”

Matty’s grin gets bigger and he holds your waist again and teasingly says your name, “Y/N.”

“You shouldn’t be joking about this now...” You shake your head a little harder, “You just made me accidentally whack my head on the fucking door fra- oh... I feel dizzy.” You say and Matty’s heart goes in his throat when your eyes roll to the back of your head and you almost go limp in his arms.

“Shit.” Matty says, tightening his hold around you so you don't fall to the floor and hit your head again.

And that was how you ended up in A&E at 9:55 on a Friday morning.

“Okay so, you’re okay but you’ve had a moderate concussion and you're unfortunately going to be in pain for a day or two with it.” The nurse tells you when she stops shining the torch in your eyes.

“We will give you stronger painkillers than the ones you’ve already taken but with these you need to be woken up every two hours when you go to sleep tonight. Try and stay awake as long as possible today and then,” She looks to Matty, “You need to wake her a little every two hours. Not like getting up and about but she needs to respond or you call an ambulance.”

“Oh he’s n-” You start to correct her to wonder what you need to do for yourself because Matty wouldn’t be with you.

But Matty says, “Yeah course, I can do that.”

After the nurse told you and Matty what symptoms of things getting worse to look out for you picked up your prescription from the chemist. After that though you expected to go back home and try to relax your headache away but Matty refused to let you out of his sight because it was his fault you were in this state.

So Matty took you to his pushed back meeting and took you to the studio afterwards as he had to keep his eye on you. You weren’t chatty throughout it all, as you tried to keep yourself to yourself.

But that didn’t mean that you didn’t find the meeting fucking boring and you felt like you were intruding in the studio. But you did get another insight into their new album which was fun.

You tried to keep your mouth shut whilst you listened to it, liking to take in the lyrics but when you did you were a little shocked about it.

The song you were allowed to listen to today was Nothing Revealed/ Everything Denied and there were a few revelations in there that you weren't expecting. But you tried to keep that as quiet as you could because the strong painkillers mixed with the lack of sleep was also acting as another form of truth serum.

Since taking your painkillers early this afternoon, you’d been messy to say the least. You’d made a fool out of yourself when you complimented all of the other boys.

Earlier you basically told George earlier that you thought his tattoos were attractive. You told Ross that his hair was looking really good with it longer on top and you even accidentally moved it and styled it a tad for him. You forced yourself to not tell Adam that you found him hypnotic when he played the guitar.

“You have nice eyes” You tell Matty, but not actually meaning to, as you sat across from him at the cafe you’d gone to for lunch not far from the studio.

Matty glances back at you from the window then and he smiles, “Thank you”

He also feels the need to add, “You’ve got nice eyes too”

You seem to become a bit embarrassed then which makes Matty smile. You seem to disagree with his observation though and shake your head which confuses him a little, until you say, “I have boring eyes”

“Mine are literally the colour of this table Y/N” Matty says, pointing to the dark wood that your plates both rest on. “Not very interesting”

“They are interesting. They look like they see the world differently” You say honestly before looking back down to your food.

Matty watches as you eat then. It seemed like you didn’t mean to say that either because you went a bit shy again.

He decides to let this one slide but when you do it again he can’t help himself.

About 3 hours later, Matty was driving you both back home from the studio and he noticed that you were pretty silent in the car despite one of your favourite songs just being on the radio. Matty looks to you after the song finishes and notices your leaning your head on the window.

Your eyes were closed and you looked a bit better than earlier, so he asked you, “How you feeling, love?”

But you didn’t answer him and that makes him panic a little bit. He forgot you weren’t allowed to sleep.

“Hey Y/N/N” Matty says, flicking his eyes between you and the road and he shakes your shoulder.

“I’m tired Matty, leave me alone ” You say shrugging his hand away.

“No no no stay awake” Matty says pulling on your hair a little bit instead to try and annoy you awake.

He does it for a minute and he only stops when you pick your head up off the window. You shift in your seat and turn towards him so you’re now facing him properly and resting your temple on the headrest.

You close your eyes again but you know he’s right, so you ask, “Can you keep chatting to me to keep me awake because I don’t think I can do it on my own.”

“Fuck.” Matty chuckles.

You always told him to shut up. Never to keep talking.

“Have I broken you?” Matty chuckles a little looking back to the road.

“Not in the way I want you to break me.” Matty hears you whisper and his eyes go wide.

He sees that your eyes were closed again but this time you were curled up on the seat facing him. It didn’t even look like you knew what you just said.

He immediately turns his head and asks in shock, “Do you know you said that out loud?”

“I said that out loud?” You ask, your eyes open in shock.

“Yes Y/N.” Matty smirks glancing back at the road and then at you again.

You look mortified and you pull your phone out of your pocket and distract yourself on that. You don’t look at him as you say, “Well pretend I didn’t”

Matty wants answers though. “Y/N do you wa-“

But you interrupt with, “Matty when are you releasing Notes because I wanna play If You’re too Shy on repeat?”

“Y/N/N.” Matty tries again but you have none of it.

“Answer me.” You insist, evidently not wanting to revert back to what you said.

Matty gives in and estimates, “Like May-ish.”

“May?” You question in an annoyed sigh. “Matty you said it would be out last year.”

“Don’t believe what I say music wise.” Matty says looking back to the road now as you definitely weren’t going to go back to the topic of him ‘breaking you’. “I said that we were stopping the band after Notes remember and that’s changed.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why you ever said that. You belong on a stage”. You say as you scroll back through your phone.

“Thanks Darling” Matty grins, “Do you like watching me up on stage?”

He hopes to get another comment out of you like before. But he just gets a sarcastic, “Oh yeah Hun, you look like the drama queen you are.”

You’re good with your slip ups after that until late at night when you head up to bed with Matty following close behind joking about the ‘adult sleepover’ you were having. He’d insisted he was staying and doing the checks on you every two hours.

You were fine with that as he’d stayed in your bed before when the both of you had passed out mid movie nights, but the jokes you could do without. Especially when your lips were speaking so freely from the meds you were on and the lack of sleep in your system.

“You hurt me Matthew, you should be taking care of me not asking me to shag you” You say before heading into your bathroom to get changed after throwing a pair of joggers his way.

When you re-enter your bedroom, you see Matty already under your duvet and you give him a hug once you lie yourself down beside him.

“You’re never this touchy with me” Matty says a minute into the hug that's practically turned into a cuddle.

“Because I don’t know if you like me touching you.” You say as you let go of him and grab the pillow under your head to bring it between you so you could hug it as you drifted off to sleep.

But you leave Matty confused then. You were never the touchy type in general and in the time he’d known you, he’d never seen you with the boyfriend you had when you initially met so he didn’t even know if you were a cuddly person in a relationship.

“You don’t like anyone touching you.” Matty says after your eyes had been closed for a few seconds.

You don’t open them back up again, not even when you admit, “I like you touching me.”

It makes Matty once again freeze as he wasn’t expecting your honesty. And he certainly wasn’t expecting you to continue with, “Makes my day when you give me a hug or kiss my cheek or give me a loving headlock, even if your hair does tickle my face when you do it.”

You chuckle a little at the end of your sentence which leads Matty to do as well, at both your honesty and the comment about his hair. The way you’re smiling into your pillow is also impossible for Matty now to smile at.

“I love your hair, you know?” You tell him, still keeping your eyes closed.

Matt smiles at the fact your filter seems to be completely gone at this point. So Matty feels the need to compliment you back.

“I love your hair.” Matty tells you, tucking a strand of it that had fallen onto your face behind your ear. He tells you honestly, “I like messing with it”

“Mhhh” You hum with a smile. You add in a whisper, “I like it when you pull on it.”

Matty is once again taken aback by your statement and this time he can’t let it go. The teasing remarks that you’d been accidently letting slip all day had to have meant something, or you wouldn’t look so sheepish after you said them.

Like just now you were cuddling yourself into your pillow more than you already had been and Matty just couldn’t bring himself to let it go. Yeah it may not be the time for such a conversation at 1:48am but here you both were.

And Matty had to know.

So after a silent minute he said, “Y/N”

“What?” You ask softly.

“You know I can hear you whispering?”

“Maybe you were meant to.” You tiredly suggest, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Where’s this all coming from?” Matty asks, a little amused as you never gave out compliments unless it was about his music.

The music was something you never joked about but you always did with him and the rest of the band.

Matty watches as you internally battle with yourself on what to reply. But it seems the truth ends up being your easiest option despite you sighing before you start.

“I think I like you a lot Matty.” You tell him and it shocked the curly haired man to his soul. You carry on, your eyes still closed, “And once I slipped up I couldn’t stop myself from carrying on.”

Matty struggles to find words for a moment there. He didn’t know what he was expecting but it certainly wasn’t this.

“I think about you all the time when I’m not supposed to…” You trail off for a moment there leaving the room in silence. Something which then leads to you add in a sad tone, “And I get it if you leave... I wouldn’t like me either but I’m sick of hiding it now.”

Matty stumbles again but he just about manages to ask, “Ho- How long...? Have you liked me?”

“I think I noticed after George’s party” You say thinking back to three months ago.

“Why?” Matty asks, not remembering anything significantly different about that night compared to the others you’ve shared together.

“Because you’re you” You say simply.

Matty frowns a little then, not annoyed he doesn’t think, but maybe a little disappointed. He didn’t want people to like him because he was Matty Healy from The 1975 anymore.

Matty wanted that left behind in 2015. That’s why he’d had the long relationship with Gabby and that was why he’d only been out with very few people since her, Twigs being the only one that got a little serious. But all of them eventually fizzled out for different reasons.

Matty just didn’t want people to want him because of who he was on stage or who the media presented him as anymore. He was done with it... completely and utterly-

“You always make me laugh by pulling a face when I’ve had a bad day at work.” You carry on after those few seconds of silence, and you continue on to say, “You know my shit and you tease me about it but in a fun loving sorta way. You tuck your hair behind your ear when you're nervous which is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and I get jealous when you do it to other girls and not me, but that’s fine. And my heart goes rapid when you tell me a cheesy joke because you decided to tell it me first. And I find myself wanting you to be around all the time even if it’s the middle of the night.”

You finish off your tired rambling leaving Matty on the opposite side of your bed completely stunned. So much so that the man who always has something to say is left speechless.

Nothing coming out of his mouth even if he could think of something to say. You have completely stunned him.

He is so desperately trying to think of a way to reply to you that he doesn’t realise how much time passes. The only thing that rips him out of his thoughts are your next soft words.

“Am I allowed to go to sleep now or do I have to stay awake?” You question in a whisper, your voice thick with tiredness.

Matty looks at your soft stunning features and just about manages to whisper back, “You can sleep... But don’t you want me to tell you how I’m feeling?”

You shake your head into your pillow and Matty listens intently when you say, “I’d rather have ten more minutes of us being friends without it being awkward and then I can wake up tomorrow and cry when you’re not there and don’t want to be my friend anymore.”

And just that sentence alone breaks Matty's heart. He assures you, “I’m never going to not be your friend”

Because no matter what happened tomorrow he didn’t want to lose you. You’d always been such a good friend, there was no way Matty was ever going to let that go.

“But you’re not going to be close with me anymore because you know I like you.” You say, your voice full of melancholy. But you for some reason feel the need to assure him, “And that’s okay. I wouldn’t like me either... But thank you for being my friend for as long as you have.”

“Y/N” Matty starts but you don’t let him finish.

“Goodnight Matty. Talk in the morning.” You say, “But if you go, I understand. I won’t bother you anymore.”

“I’m n-” Matty tired again but your tired voice interrupts once more.

“Thanks for everything Matty.” You say giving him a smile, your eyes still closed but you must have known he was watching you.

That night Matty didn’t sleep a wink. You were all he could think about. He lay on the other side of your bed for hours trying to process everything you said.

He couldn’t believe it. He was really shocked by your honesty just before you went to sleep but as you spoke he could physically see your body relax. As if it was a weight of your shoulders which he guessed it must have been.

Matty took the hours he lay awake and processed everything about yours and his friendship through his mind. And there were so many happy memories.

Matty didn't even get through the first year before his 2 hour alarm went off on his apple watch and he stirred you a bit to make sure you were still alive. He of course knew you were but when you hummed a little in response to him calling your name that was enough for Matty to let you rest again.

Matty went over every single thing he could remember in his mind. The highs and the lows of the last 3 years in your presence and he was smiling throughout most of it.

Sometimes his thoughts got away with him so much he had to put the TV you had in your room on to distract him. The volume stayed on low but he had to distract himself because not getting a chance to talk to you left him wanting to wake you up and talk everything through.

But he knew you’d had a shit night’s sleep the previous day and the bump on your head had left you really tired. So he couldn’t deprive you the rest you definitely needed.

But now it was 7:36 and Matty couldn’t just lie in bed next to you anymore. He had to go do something.

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You woke up the next morning afraid to open your eyes. You were petrified.

Of course you remembered everything that had been said the night before and you knew if you opened your eyes and saw the guy you fancied beside you that your friendship at the very least would be okay. But if you opened your eyes to see an empty bed, you know you fucked it completely.

So that was why you kept your eyes closed for 5 minutes once you woke up. You could hear your TV playing music from the other side of the room so you never heard Matty breathing. But there was a reason for that.

Because when you opened your eyes, you found an empty bed.

Your heart sank and immediately tears came to your eyes. You knew you shouldn’t have done it. You shouldn’t have told him anything.

Now you’d lost your good friend and probably the rest of the band on the way. By the time you sat up and walked into your bathroom, the tears were freely streaming down your face.

You didn’t even try to stop them. You just let them fall and got in the shower so you could cry to your heart’s content.

Your chest hurt. It hurt in a way it hadn’t for a long time because you’d not let anyone in like you’d accidentally let Matty in.

And of course he wasn’t interested in you. Why would he be?

You were no Halsey or Gabby or FKA Twigs. You were no one’s love of their life, but you thought Matty might have been yours.

It was so stupid of you to think like that.

You hoped the 20 minute shower would have been enough time to settle your heartache but apparently it wasn’t. You were still crying long after you turned the water off and you got yourself dry.

You cried as you blow dried your hair, you cried as you changed into your comfort pair of joggers (the ones you’d loaned Matty last night) and your massively baggy hoodie. You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing which meant that the pressure behind your eyes started to hurt your head.

You turned the TV off but that didn’t help. So you went downstairs to get yourself a drink and some painkillers as your injury from yesterday wasn’t helping either.

But when you opened your kitchen door the bang of something hitting the worktop didn’t help either. You push the door open fully and we’re shocked to see your kitchen in an absolute state with Matty standing there in his clothes from yesterday with a tray full of unbaked cookies in his hand.

“What are you doing?” The words come out of your mouth as you look at the state that your kitchen was in.

There’s baking goods everywhere and from the things that were out you couldn’t tell if he was making bread or some sort of cake. You were very confused but your curly haired friend also looked confused.

He didn’t turn to look at you as he was trying to make sure the cookies that were on the tray didn’t roll off as he put them in the oven. He opened up the now very hot contraption and once they were in and the door was shut he quickly put a timer on his phone to check them after a while.

“I’m trying to make you some cookies. But you know yours are always going to be better than mine because the first batch I tried I put icing sugar instead of cast- what’s wrong?” Matty asks, finally turning to look at you.

When he did, he saw that your eyes were swollen and your cheeks were puffy and your eyes were all bloodshot. He threw the oven glove to the side not caring where it went and walked over to you, “Why are you crying?”

You withdraw then and look down away from him. The ball immediately rises back to your throat and the tears that had just briefly stopped are threatening to flow again.

“Y/N/N” Matty takes your hand so you can’t move away again.

You shake your head and look down to the ground. You just about managed to get out, “Doesn’t matter”

“Course it matters, you’re upset” Matty says but you just shake your head and don’t look at him.

But that doesn’t mean he can see the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Come here” He says, pulling you into a hug and you truly didn’t realise how much you needed it.

You inhale a very shaky breath which hurts Matty’s heart so he asks again, running a hand up and down your back, “What’s wrong? Why are you upset?”

You don’t have the energy to make up a lie so you just tell him the truth.

“You weren’t there when I woke up. I thought I lost you” You whisper but your voice comes out in a much higher octave than usual as you’re trying not to fully sob again.

Matty pulls away from the hug but keeps you close. Both his hands come up to cup your face and his thumbs brush away your tears and he says softly, “Don’t cry”

“Matty I’ve been crying for the better part of an hour, you telling me to stop won’t just make it happen” You half laugh half whine.

Your emotions were everywhere. You couldn’t believe he was still here. You still weren’t to be fair, you were half sure you were dreaming.

“You really think I would just leave you?” Matty asks with a tiny frown as he again wipes another tear away.

“Well yeah.” You shrug a little pathetically before carrying on in a pained voice, ”You don’t owe me anything. I’m just some girl you know. I’m not one important, so why would you stay?”

“Because you’re so much more than that you’ve just said.” Matty tells you honestly. His heart hurting that you thought of yourself like that.

“You don’t have to pretend.” You shake your head, ”I’m a big girl, I can handle rejection.”

Matty can’t believe you don’t get it.

“Y/N/N I’m standing in your house trying to bake you cookies, comforting you, I always flirt with you and I have done for ages… And you still think I want someone else?” Matty asks, wiping your tears away.

”No.“ Matty confirms, ”Yeah, you shocked me last night because you’ve never ever given me the slightest inkling that you liked me but when you started, it all fits Y/N.”

Matty continues to shock you with, “Why do you think I said ‘really’ yesterday when you said ‘fuck me’? I didn’t mean to say that just like you didn’t mean to say ‘not right now’.”

Matty grins as he finishes explaining, “But your you. You never let me get a word in edgeways which most of the time I love, but yesterday you didn’t let me get a chance to say that I fancy the fuck out of you.”

Your eyes go wide and you immediately shake your head, “No you don’t”

“Believe me I do.” Matty assures you, but you still don’t look like you believe him, “I don’t think you understand just how much though.”

“Because you don’t fancy me Matty. Stop trying to be nice” You shake your head and go to turn around but Mattys hand finds your hip and stops you turning.

Matty tells you honestly, “I’d say I’ve fancied you since we were out at that bar months ago and The Sound came on and you were dancing to it singing it to us.”

Matty grins as he continues, “And you did that thing I do on stage for the playing with yourself lyrics and I fully gulped. And then you pulled me up to dance with you and I loved listening and watching you sing my song at me.”

“A little narcissistic of you that Matty” You can’t help but say as you wipe away the tears that had sneaked down your eyes.

“Well it's lucky you like me anyway so I don’t even have to pretend it’s not.” Matty grins tucking a strand of your messy bed hair behind your ear. “Plus you looked really fucking good in those leather pants and you had the cutest most excited look on your face when you got me up dancing”

You giggle a little then and you half smile at him trying to make the tears stop. Matty helps with that by gently brushing his thumb over the bow sensitive skin under your eyes.

“So my beautiful and wonderful Y/N…” Matty likes the way you smile when he says that, “You need to stop crying because today I planned on wooing my best friend with cookies in exchange for a kiss and later on I was gunna get on my knees and beg my best friend to go out with me.”

You grin as you joke, “George is a lucky boy, isn’t he?”

“Shut up” Matty giggles.

You whisper a little, with a grin on your face, “Especially lucky for the get on your knees part.”

He gives you a knowing look then, but he just grins and asks, “How’s the head injury? Still making you spill your secrets I see”

You smile a little but only answer his question, “My head hurts from crying so it’s not a lot better.”

“Please stop crying.” Matty begs, ”I’d never leave you especially after that. I’m sorry I didn’t stay in bed, I just wanted to do something for you because you never got to finish making the cookies yesterday”

“You’re cute” You smile.

Matty mirrors it, “So are you.”

You smile at him and your eyes flick between both of his. He looked so gorgeous, yet so sleep deprived.

You're about to ask him about his sleep but Matty gets a question in there before you. “Can I kiss you now?”

Your eyes go wide, “No.”

“I feel vile, I’m all disgusting” You add sniffling a bit because you were all bunged up.

“Y/N you know how disgusting I am, do you really think I care?” Matty chuckles a little, again wiping away a stray tier.

You look into those gorgeous eyes and tell him, “I care”

Matty just pouts, looking down to your lips, “I wanna kiss you.”

You smile at his eagerness but softly plead, “Please wait until I’ve stopped crying.”

“Fine.” Matty says, “You win this one” and then he kisses your forehead.

You smile at the contact and Matty pulls you into a hug which you greatly appreciate. You tightly hug him back and you sort of melt into his warm body.

You feel another kiss being placed to the top of your head and you smile feeling that. “Come on Darling, gotta give you more of that truth serum” Matty says, knowing you needed more painkillers.

You giggle then but you pause when you recognise a familiar smell. You pull out of the hug and say, “Matty the cookies”

Matty immediately smelled the burning batch then too. He rushed his way over to your oven then saying, “Shit shit shit”

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After the burnt cookies made it out of the oven and you helped him with a normal batch, you spent the day together. Him still looking after you like he did yesterday but this time he was overtly flirting with you all day.

You had to admit that you did love it. The fact he actually liked you back was something you were still a little shocked by but by the time you were sitting down eating your lunch together you’d talked through things a lot.

Matty had told you that he wanted to take you out later to a bar for some quiet drinks, and he said he had every intention of kissing you when he brought you back. You tried not to show how that made you feel bit Matty knew how you hid things so when he cupped your cheeks and felt how hot they were he teased you about being silently on board with the idea.

But the more you thought about actually going out with him, the more you wished it didn’t happen whilst you had a head injury. The last thing you wanted was to go out to a bar and have noisy people around you.

Matty himself was a handful sometimes and if you were honest you didn’t really want to get yourself ready to go out in public. You’d rather just stay in with the man himself.

So you thought you’d ask if he’d put a pin in the idea for now.

“Matty” You say once you come back into the lounge. As you sit yourself down on the settee beside him you ask, “You know how you said you’d get on your knees and ask me out later?”

Matty gives you a little playful grin then and answers, “Yeah?”

“Can you do that maybe in a day or two?” You ask him a little hesitantly. You also explain, “I still don’t feel all that great and I’d like to enjoy our date when we go out.”

“Thought you’d like me on my knees for you?” Matty teases a bit, shuffling himself a little closer to you.

You’re both facing each other on the settee now. The side of your heads are resting against the back of the cushioned surface and you’re just smirking at each other.

You run your tongue over your bottom lip as his playful look continues. Despite the teasing remark though, you continue with your honesty.

“I’d probably love it a lot more when I don’t have a splitting headache and I’ve not been crying all morning.” You grin and Matty chuckles a little before resting a hand on your knee.

“That’s fine” Matty smiles, letting his hand rub your knee soothingly. “What would you like to do instead?”

You quite liked that he didn’t want to leave despite you postponing the date. It gave you more assurance that he was still interested, even though he’d assured you several times now that he was.

You suggest, “Netflix?”

“And chill?” Matty suggests with a teasing smirk.

You can’t help but laugh, “We will see.”

The rest of the day surprisingly goes pretty fast. That may have been yours and Matty’s weird thing around each other though because whenever you were together it seemed like time just flew by.

You both went on a walk around the park near where you lived as a way to break up the day. It was a walk filled with Matty now being very cheeky with you and he found every excuse to put his hands on you.

The most memorable time being when you were standing in the queue at the little cafe that was there so you could get yourselves a sandwich. His arms had snaked around your waist from behind and he pulled you into him for everyone to see.

His touchiness didn’t even die down when you got to the lady who was serving. If anything he was even more attentive to you as he called you ‘Darling’ and ‘Babe’ when he was asking what food and drink you wanted.

The lady serving you seemed amused by your first ‘lovers quarrel’ over who was paying for what. Something which Matty ended up doing because he wasn’t taking no for an answer. You’d be sure to buy him something at some point to make up for it though.

But before either of you knew it you were curled up together on your settee with the lights on low as you watched your films. They weren’t anything intense, they were just shitty comedies like Zoolander and Step Brothers. Just films that you could chat over but then also pay attention to if you wanted a break from the chatting.

You don’t really know how you got into the position but in this moment in time you were curled up against Matty with your legs over his and he had his head on your shoulder as you watched the film. It was needless to say you felt so much better than you did this morning.

Maybe you should have been honest from the get go and you could have been experiencing this for a lot longer. You certainly looked forward to the cute innocent cuddles you’d have in the future as Matty had made it clear he was interested.

You must have got lost in your head for a moment though, because Matty’s lips gently meeting your neck was something that brought you straight back to reality. It was just a gentle peck which made you smile towards the TV and you just carried on playing with his hair like he’d not done anything.

But then he did it again for a little longer and then again a little bit higher up your neck. It was only when Matty carried on his little adventure that your fingers laced into his hair to encourage him.

You felt him grin into your neck then and he slowly worked his way up your neck like a teenager exploring that section of skin for the first time. You of course tilted your head to the side to give him more room and you both had a little giggle at that both being fully aware of what the other was doing.

When Matty started nipping on your neck you let your eyes close to bask in the sensations he was bringing to you. You felt like it was ten times better than what anyone else had done before, but maybe that was because you really fancied him.

Whatever the reason though, you didn’t want his lips to stop. And thankfully they didn’t.

Matty teased your neck until he was itching to kiss your lips. So much so that he silently pleaded to himself that you’d let him now your tears had long dried up.

“Can I please kiss you properly now?” Matty asks against your neck after another minute of the sweet torture.

You pull on his hair so his lips detached from your neck and when he looked up at you and his sweet brown eyes met yours. You nodded a, “Yes please”

And Matty didn’t need to be told twice.

Matty’s pillowy lips meet yours and you instantly melt. The nervousness that you felt building before every first kiss you’d ever had was gone and you let yourself enjoy it.

For Matty it was everything he hoped it would be. Your soft lips meeting for kisses every single time and when you brought your hand up to cup his face it was indication that you liked it enough for it to continue.

Your lips moved against each other’s almost cautiously as you both softly go in for the kisses you’d been starving yourselves of all day. Even though they were sweet and innocent, you couldn’t help your heart beating erratically in your chest.

You think it meant more to you because you liked him and have done for a while. Kisses like this weren’t the same as the ones you get when you were after a quick pull at a club. These meant something and the fact you were both gentle and almost hesitant with them proved that.

After a minute you both pull away, Matty pressing his forehead against yours so you could feel his curls tickle your face but you didn’t mind in the slightest. Your hands had chosen to cup his cheek and his neck so you really weren’t that fussed about his curls, if anything you welcomed them now you knew he didn’t mind you being close.

In this pause to catch your breaths you never really lost, Matty decided to tell you with a grin, “You’ll be pleased to know I definitely like you”

You giggle at that and let your fingers lace back into his curls before saying, “You’re a cheesy fucker” before you pull him in to meet your lips again.

It was less hesitant from both of you this time as the joke caused you both to smile into it a little. But it gets a little more forward after that.

They were more confident kisses this time which was slowly setting your skin on fire. And you both got that into them that the next time you knew what was going on you were leaning backwards with Matty’s lips still meeting yours meaning he was slowly trapping you between him and the settee.

Thankfully there were definitely worse places to be trapped. You would choose this form of imprisonment every time.

When Matty deepened the kiss it caused the both of you to whimper a bit. Mostly because of the way you pulled on his curls to encourage it and the fact that Matty’s hand had found your hip and he held you against him tightly.

The kisses only got braver from then on. Both of you now fully getting off on your settee with absolutely no intention of stopping anytime soon.

The only time you pause is when it’s getting a little intense for you because the lump on the back of your head was pressed into the harder part of the arm of the settee. So the next time Matty’s lips trail down your neck to allow you both to get some air, you let him know in your own sarcastic way.

“Matty” You half whine, loving the way he was kissing your neck now.

“Yes baby?” Matty asks and the pet name causes your stomach to flip. Hearing that fall from his lips in the position you were both in definitely felt good.

“I know I'm a good kisser and everything so it's not a shock I’m clouding your mind, but I had a head injury yesterday and you kissing me the way you are is pushing my head into the settee and it’s starting to hurt again.” You ramble honestly keeping your fingers tightly laced into his curls.

Matty chuckles into your neck then before placing one last kiss there for now. He then leans up and pecks your lips once more.

“Sorry baby” Matty says, pulling you up into a different position. You're straddling his hips then and Matty leans back against the settee with a grin plastered onto his lips, “This better for you?”

“Cocky little shit, aren’t you?” You laugh shaking your head at him.

Matty laughs too but he backchats, “Says you… You’re the one that just said your kisses were that good they left me with no memory”

“Well” You grin, pecking his lips teasingly once more before saying, “I’m speaking from experience”

“Come here” Matty says shaking his head, pulling you back down to him with the hand that cups your neck and you note a playful grin on his lips, “We will see whos mind goes foggy”

You end up kissing him like that for a long while just enjoying this new dynamic with each other. You had to admit to yourself that he was a really good kisser, but that shouldn’t really have surprised you, his tongue was out a lot in the Love Me video and he had it out half the time when he teased the crowd when he was on stage.

He definitely knew how to use it.

After the both of you calmed yourselves down, you cuddled yourselves up against each other much like earlier on as you carried on watching another shitty comedy. You watched them into the night again and you only noticed you half dozed off when you felt a soft kiss being pressed to your neck again.

“Matty” You murmur after feeling another lone tired kiss against the skin on your neck.

He must pick up on what you’re about to suggest because he asks, “Can I stay again?”

You nod and say, “Course”

You wanted to kiss and cuddle him for a lot longer than you already had been doing.

“Let’s go to bed, love” Matty says, picking his head up out of your neck and pecks your lips once more.

It leaves a warm feeling in your chest as you turn everything off downstairs before heading to bed.

When you get up to your room Matty’s arm travels around your waist and he hugs you into him. You lean back against him and smile at the feeling of his curls against your skin as he nuzzles himself into your neck again.

“You smell really good” He tells you before placing a kiss to the place where your neck meets your shoulder.

You grin at that, “Thanks, I think it’s just you though. All I can smell is your aftershave”

“Don’t feed the narcissism Darling” Matty spins you around then, “Take the compliment.”

You giggle before you kiss him again, this time with no hesitation at all. Your fingers lace into his curly locks and you pull on it hungrily to keep him close as he continues to walk you back into your bedroom.

They are just playful kisses coming from the both of you. Nothing too intense at all.

You like the feeling of Matty’s arms wrapped around your lower back pulling you into his body. You like the fact that he wanted you close, because you wanted him just the same.

You both pull away giggling a little when Matty almost trips the both of you over from moving towards your bed a little too fast. But thankfully it just ends in a playful, “Need to slow down. I’d feel bad if I gave you another concussion”

“I get it… I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages

“Well you can kiss me whenever you want” Matty grins pulling you down to straddle his lap which you do.

“Good to know” You giggle before kissing his pillowy lips again.

After a few more kisses, you’re both very aware of the tiredness creeping its way into your systems despite the new sensations you’re both getting from your lips attacking the others.

“Y/N/N, Darling, you’ve got my joggers on” Matty grins knowing that they are what you gave him to wear last night.

You grin, “You’re right” and then you get up off his lap and grab yourself some new pyjamas from your drawer.

“I can only apologise mister Healy” You say with a smirk as you push them down your legs and step out of them.

Matty wasn’t exactly expecting you to strip in front of him tonight but the fact your gorgeous legs were on display to him for a minute he didn’t stop himself from looking. Your very oversized hoodie now acts as a dress as it hides your underwear from his gaze.

Matty just couldn't take his eyes away from your legs though. He didn’t think he’d ever seen you in a skirt or a dress so actually seeing you in front of him like that just led to new thoughts circling his mind. Or his mind was until you hastily picked them up and launched the scrunched up joggers at his head.

“Ey” Matty called back playfully, holding the joggers in his hands now.

You point to your eyes and silently tell him that is where they are with a knowing grin on your lips. Matty can only press his lips together as an apology before you head to your bathroom to change again like you did the night before.

He didn’t need to get everything on the first day.

After changing and doing your nightly routine you come back to your bedroom to find Matty changed into your joggers and no top like last night and you don’t shy your eyes away from his tattoos this time when he walks past you to use the bathroom himself. Matty catches you looking but he doesn’t comment on it and at this point you don’t really care.

When he gets in bed beside you and he pulls you in to cuddle him you bring him out of his thoughts, “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Course” Matty says, not having anything to hide from you. Especially if you were going to work out in the end, and he had every intention of you both working out.

“Do you really not try? Because I always thought you would be the opposite” You ask him curiously, more truths spilling from your lips thanks to your meds.

Matty asks curiously, “Not try what?” brushing your hair behind your ear so he could see your cute face.

But pout, a little embarrassed, “Don’t make me say it.”

“I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about.” Matty chuckles, looking at how shy you’d all of a sudden become.

“In your song yesterday.” You say and it brings Matty a bit more clarity on what you were asking, “You said you lied and you’d never fucked in a car”

Matty grins knowing exactly what you were asking now, but he teases, “So what’s your question?”

“You know my question, why are you making me say it?” You chuckle, getting more flustered with each passing second.

Matty leans down and pecks your lips once before he tells you, “Because you’re cute when you get embarrassed.”

You sigh and whine into his neck, needing to hide when you ask, “Do you actually just lie down and not try?”

“See” Matty chuckles, “Wasn’t that hard to say, was it?”

“Just answer my question.” You whine embarrassed that your stupid fucking meds just let you ask anything under the sun.

“Why don’t you just wait and find out?” Matty giggles, pulling your out of his neck a little bit.

He found it very cute that that was the only thing you got out of his song when you were drugged up the previous day. At least you’d told him you liked it though.

“Because I’m nervous now. I thought you’d be the opposite.” You say honestly, “And after earlier I’m confused”

“Why are you nervous?” Matty asks looking into your gorgeous Y/E/C eyes, wanting you to feel comfortable with him, “We aren’t doing anything right now.”

“I know.” You say, and then shrug, “Guess you just spoil my fantasies by saying you haven’t fucked in a car.”

“We can fuck in a car if you like?” Matty teasingly offers before leaning in to kiss you again. He mumbles against your lips, “It won’t be a fantasy then.”

You giggle at that but don’t hesitate to kiss him back. When he pulls away you keep him close and as your nose brushes against his, you suggest, “One step at a time, ey?”

Matty loves the little eskimo kiss you’re giving him enough to carry it on for a few more seconds after he nods in response to your suggestion. God you were so cute, he was very lucky that you liked him.

“Can I keep you on these drugs?” Matty questions, “They make you very truthful.”

You roll your eyes when he says, “Quite like you complimenting me and asking me questions you wouldn’t usually. It feeds the ego more.”

You giggle at that.

“Don’t really have much to hide from you anymore.” You tell him truthfully.

Matty wants a little confirmation, surprised by you saying that, “No?”

“Nope” You grin.

“I’m quite glad you like me Darling” Matty says, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear.

“I’m glad you like me back Hun” You grin and kiss him again.

The sweet kiss lasts for a couple of seconds before Matty pulls away so you’re both cuddled against each other again now. You definitely liked being close to him and you were glad he was the cuddly type.

But then he makes a joke that makes you playfully smack his chest as you giggle. Of course, your Matty jokes, “Can’t wait to tell our kids you asked me to fuck you and then fainted”

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