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ncssian · 3 years

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A Favor: Part Twenty-Seven

Nessian Modern AU

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a/n: working a full time job + part time job tutoring english + applying for scholarships + still having free time left is a lot harder than i thought it would be. which is my way of saying this chapter should've been done a week ago lol.

i call this my goodbye chapter b/c goodbyes are made.

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As Nesta brings the last of her things into the cabin, Azriel takes the last of his stuff out.

Standing beside Cassian, Nesta watches Azriel shut the trunk over the final box of his belongings. With all the extra stuff he stole from the cabin, it almost seemed like everything wouldn’t fit into his tiny car, but here he is. Ready to go.

He dusts off his leather jacket and approaches her and Cassian. “This is goodbye,” he says, coming to a stop before them.

Nesta once thought this would be the happiest day of her life, second to her wedding day. She should have predicted that her rightful joy would be extinguished by sentimentality.

Cassian claps Azriel on the shoulder, the two brothers having already said their goodbyes in private. Still, Nesta can see a little sorrow in Cassian’s eyes, as if he also got too used to having Az around all the time.

Azriel, the dick, reveals nothing through his eyes. Neither does Nesta.

The two of them look at each other awkwardly for a moment, and then he comes in to hug her. Nesta hugs him back, arms crossing around his broad back, but it has the same stiffness as two Barbie dolls being made to kiss each other.

When Azriel tries to pull away, Nesta clutches him to her with surprising strength. “I know about the picture,” she says lowly in his ear.

“Too late to take it back now.” She might feel him smile on top of her hair.

Nesta lets go of Azriel swiftly, having had enough physical contact with him to last a year. “Drive safe, so Elain can find you in one piece,” she orders.

Azriel grimaces at that, reminded of what waits for him in Velaris. Whatever Elain decides to give him, it’ll probably be deserved.

“I’ll get going then.” Az starts backing away, and Nesta hears Cassian sniffle. She looks toward her boyfriend in concern, but he circles his huge arms around her shoulders and pulls her back to his chest before she can catch him getting teary-eyed.

They watch Azriel get in his car and drive away. Nesta waves until the car disappears fully into the thickness of the surrounding trees, waves until her arms are too tired to keep going.

Once Az is gone, she turns in Cassian’s embrace and jumps up into his arms. Her legs hook around his hips and his hands fit themselves under her thighs. She smiles and tells him, “Let’s go home.”

Ten minutes later, they find themselves sitting in the silence of the kitchen. It’s the quiet of a house adjusting to a missing person, and Azriel’s absence is tangible.

Cassian is the first to break the silence. “Do you think he’s past city limits by now?” he asks as he stirs his coffee.

“No.” Nesta turns the page of her book, focused on reading. “Not if he stopped by Gwyn’s before leaving.”

She hears Cassian stop stirring. “What does that mean?” he says.

Nesta looks up at him and shrugs. “It means he probably wants to say goodbye to her.”

***

“One charge of assault, one for battery, and one huge lawsuit against my company,” Rhys reads aloud from the file in front of him.

Cassian waves a hand in dismissal. “Just make it go away like you always do.”

Rhysand’s near-violet eyes narrow with barely restrained rage. “Cassian. You shattered an employee’s hand.”

“Hey, O’Connell.” Cassian strolled up to him early last Monday morning. The underground parking lot was near empty at this hour, since most workers wouldn’t come in until nine. “How was the rest of your weekend?”

O’Connell looked up from getting his bag out of his car, clearly surprised to see Cassian willingly make small talk with him. “It was good,” he answered lightly. “You left Velaris early, though.”

“Yeah, about that.” Cassian came to a stop by O’Connell’s car and held out his hand, catching the car door before it could be shut. “I had to take my girlfriend home.”

O’Connell looked confused, but nodded along. “That’s nice. Can you—?” He gestured at the car door, indicating to Cassian to let go.

Cassian didn’t. “What hand did you use?”

“Excuse me?”

“When you touched her,” Cassian clarified. “What hand did you use when you touched her?”

O’Connell’s look of confusion morphed into one of contempt. “What the hell are you talking about, man?”

“Nesta Archeron.” Cassian straightened up, hand tightening over the top of the car door. “Your old college friend.” Realization dawned across O’Connell’s face, but he still hadn’t answered Cassian’s question.

“If you don’t tell me now, I’ll have to take my pick.” Cassian clicked his tongue in disappointment. “You’re left-handed, aren’t you?” He snatched up O’Connell’s left hand, and in a flash O’Connell was pressed up against the car, his hand pinned to the doorframe.

“Hey, wait, what are you—” O’Connell protested.

The sound of a car door slamming shut on a hand was louder than Cassian expected. It was the crunch of bones and muscle followed by immediate screaming.

“It could have been worse,” Cassian said flatly over O’Connell’s cries of pain. “It could have been your tongue, since you like talking shit so much.”

Cassian blinks out of the memory. “So what if I did?” he shrugs in response to Rhys.

“You are a member of my inner circle,” Rhysand fumes. “Keith O’Connell is a respected figure in our industry and a higher up from Vanserra and Co., and the head of our Milan outpost, but you saw fit to take out justice on him without asking me first.”

“You had nothing to do with it.”

“That is not up to you!” Rhysand jabs a finger at Cassian. “What will our shareholders think when they hear about this? What will the board members say?”

Cassian is starting to get irritated now. “They won’t find out, because you won’t tell them,” he says firmly. “We both know you’ve covered up worse things to fit your agenda, but it’s a problem if I don’t want a creepy bastard working under my jurisdiction?”

Having learned most of his business tricks from his father, Rhys is no perfectly clean CEO himself. He would’ve done far worse to O’Connell if it was Feyre in Nesta’s place, and he would have ended it all with a speech about how abusers and their sympathizers have no place at Night Court Inc.

The thought only inflames Cassian more; maybe he’s still riding off the anger of O’Connell making Nesta cry.

Tempering his feelings, he tells Rhys, “When you’re done shutting O’Connell up,” because Rhys would do it no matter how angry he pretended to be, “make sure Nesta never finds out about this.”

Rhys sits back in his chair, a bitter smirk pulling at his mouth. “Afraid she’ll be horrified of what a brute her sweet boyfriend is?”

Cassian nearly snorts at the image of Nesta recoiling at a broken hand. She’d probably call him weak for not shoving O’Connell into a ravine. “No,” he answers tiredly. “It’s not violence that offends her, but if she finds out it was in her name… I don’t want to put that on her shoulders.” Which is a shame, because in any other situation Nesta would love to hear about the unfortunate circumstances that led to O’Connell quitting his job.

Rhys lets loose a long sigh. “Damn, you both scare me.” After a few moments, he asks, “Now what are we going to do about Milan?”

***

Life after moving in with Cassian passes by quickly, and before Nesta knows it, she’s completed her second year of law school.

As for the boys who were some of her first friends and drinking companions, back when Nesta barely knew the definition of a friend—today they complete their final year of law school.

Nesta fans herself with the pamphlet she was handed at the beginning of the graduation ceremony, trying to stop the harsh morning sun from melting the makeup off her face. The audience is packed like sardines onto one huge field, and the announcer on stage hasn’t even reached the last names that start with D. Eris, Justinian, and Isaac are all near the bottom of the alphabet.

“Do we really need to be here today?” Nesta murmurs to Emerie, squirming in her metal foldout chair.

Sitting at her right, Emerie throws her a scolding look. “Don’t be like that. We’re never going to see these guys again.”

Nesta sincerely doubts that, considering how none of the guys are moving more than a few hours away. But her uterus is raising hell right now, even though her new meds have put a stop to her periods. Paired with the ache in her back from these terrible chairs, she’s about to call it quits and go straight home.

“Nesta!”

She whips her head to the left, finding Elain striding through the row of chairs to reach the empty seat beside her.

Like watching the Red Sea part, everyone in the row pulls their feet back and makes themselves as small as possible so Elain can have a clear walkway.

Nesta moves the purse she used to save Elain’s seat aside, and Elain drops her butt onto the little foldout chair like it’s a throne.

“A little warm for an outdoor ceremony, don’t you think?” Elain fans her face.

“You didn’t have to come all the way here, you know,” Nesta says.

“Eris made me. I haven’t talked to him since I broke up with his brother, but I think he wants to look like he has a lot of friends here.”

“Yeah, that checks out,” Emerie mutters from Nesta’s other side.

Elain seems to take notice of Emerie for the first time, and her Southern charm turns on like a switch. “Oh my, I don’t think we’ve met.”

Elain introduces herself and Emerie does the same, smiling and nodding politely, and Nesta can’t even decide if she likes this crossover because she’s too busy massaging her aching abdomen.

A string of “Excuse me, sorry!”s go up in the row they’re sitting in, and a moment later a familiar face plops down on the chair to Emerie’s right.

Gwyn leans over Emerie and holds a bottle of Advil out to Nesta. “This is all I could find in my car, babe.”

Nesta releases a sigh of relief and snatches the bottle. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

Elain’s gaze moves to the medicine, then to Gwyn. “You must be Gwyn.” She offers a smile. “I’m Nesta’s sister, Elain.”

Gwyn’s eyes widen imperceptibly, and Nesta realizes she should have warned Gwyn that Elain would be here.

Going off how Gwyn’s been acting the last few weeks, Nesta can only assume that she influenced Azriel’s final decision to move away, whether directly or indirectly. Nesta doesn’t even know much about what happened between the two of them during their weird sex deal, considering that she and Gwyn promised to never discuss such horrible things with each other.

All Nesta knows is that Azriel is Gwyn’s closest male friend, and close friends that have also slept together probably don’t want to bump into each other’s exes without warning.

“Are you here to see Eris graduate, too?” Elain asks.

Gwyn looks like a deer caught in headlights. “Who? Oh—no, I’m just here so we can drive to brunch together after.” Her voice gets quieter with each word, and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Nice to meet you,” she adds in a murmur, her face a furious shade of red. She quickly looks forward at the stage as if the graduation ceremony is the most fascinating thing ever.

Elain doesn’t note the odd behavior, instead refocusing on the Advil pills that Nesta pops into her mouth and swallows dry. “Are you still hurting?” Elain says, furrowing her thin brows. “I thought you got that problem fixed.”

Nesta tries not to snort as she accepts the bottle of water that Emerie wordlessly passes her. “You can’t ‘fix’ endometriosis, Elain. That’s not how it works.”

“Oh. Well how was I supposed to know that?”

Nesta slides unamused hooded eyes to her sister. Before she can retort anything, Emerie elbows her hard. “Look, it’s Isaac!”

She refocuses on the ceremony, cheering and clapping half-heartedly as Isaac takes the stage. It’s not that she doesn’t care about her study buddies; it’s just that she feels like shit right now.

Justinian follows suit a few minutes later, grinning and waving when he spies Emerie cheering for him. Gwyn is distracted on her phone through all of it.

The Advil has finally started to kick in when Nesta murmurs to Elain, “How is Azriel adjusting to being back in the city?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Elain answers innocently. “I haven’t seen much of him since he returned.”

“Just spill it,” Nesta says. “Azriel wouldn’t tell me anything, so I’m assuming he’s humiliated about it.”

Elain sighs, delicately pushing her hair behind her shoulder. “He came to me to talk. I heard him out, and then we went back to his apartment for coffee, and then I took my fabric scissors and cut out the crotch from all his pants.”

Nesta raises a brow. “All of them?”

“All of them.”

Nesta shrugs, turning back to face the stage. “It’s good enough. I could have done worse.”

“Then it’s a good thing you’re not me, isn’t it?” Elain snips.

Nesta won’t say it, but she supposes she is a little happy for Elain. In fact, she thinks this might be the first time Elain has stood up for herself instead of letting Nesta handle it.

After the ceremony is over, Emerie goes off to congratulate Isaac and Justinian. Gwyn follows so she can get away from Elain, and Nesta, being sweaty and overstimulated and more than ready to leave, settles for waving her arms and grinning at the boys from across the field.

She’s about to say goodbye to Elain and make a beeline for the parking lot when she spots a head of shining red hair approaching her. No—make that two heads.

Eris looked unbearably snooty as he received his degree, likely smug with the fact that he has a comfortable job at a family friend’s corporate law firm lined up for him after he passes the Bar. Nesta admits that she’s a little disappointed in him: after all his talk of working hard and being the smartest person in the room, he ended up riding his father’s coattails to a disgustingly high salary. But maybe that is hard work for him, considering that there was such a ruckus in the Vanserra family when he chose to go into law instead of business.

As for Lucien… Well, Nesta really has no idea what the kid does, but she knows he looks good, better than the last time she saw him. An early summer tan makes him glow in comparison to his brother, while lean forearms are revealed under the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt. He looks comfortable in a way he wasn’t at Thanksgiving all those months ago.

Even with his ex standing just a few feet away.

“Elain,” Lucien greets her with a foxlike smile.

Elain rolls her eyes in response and turns to Eris. “Congratulations on graduating, hun. Now that we’re even, kindly delete my number from your phone and never call me again.”

Even? Nesta raises a brow, wondering what that could possibly mean.

“I take it this is goodbye?” Eris tells her.

“I’m already leaving,” Elain says sweetly. She blows a kiss at Eris, then Nesta. “Feel better soon,” she chirps at her, before striding away in her pastel pink heels.

Very jealous of Elain getting to escape before she can, Nesta calls after her, “Hot date to catch?” She’s wearing the signature perfume she usually does when meeting with a man.

Elain tosses over her shoulder, “Something like that.” Her purse swings as she disappears around a corner to the parking lot.

Nesta watches her go with envy, and when she turns back she finds Eris already looking at her. Meanwhile, Lucien still has his eyes glued to the spot where Elain disappeared.

“You feel sick?” Eris asks her.

“No thank you, I have a boyfriend,” Nesta replies on instinct.

Eris scoffs once in indignation, then twice. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he says with disbelief. “I can care about my friends, you know.”

“You want her,” Lucien mutters.

Nesta’s eyes snap to Lucien, who seems to be acknowledging her presence for the first time today. “And what do you want?” She tilts her head at him, intrigued at having a new playmate. He’s less predictable than Eris, at the very least.

Lucien looks at her and offers a sheepish smile. “Nothing you can give me.”

Eris rolls his eyes at the both of them, clearly regretting bringing his brother along with him. “I’m already bored of this conversation,” he laments. “I’m out; the D.A. is here and I want to say hi. Find me when you’re done, punk.” Eris bonks Lucien on the head with his rolled up diploma and starts walking away, only pausing to extend a mocking bow to Nesta. “We’re not over yet, Archeron,” he calls as he leaves.

Now it’s Nesta’s and Lucien’s turn to roll their eyes.

With only the two of them left, Nesta feels obliged to ask awkwardly, “So… how’ve you been?”

Lucien’s gaze slides to her. “I didn’t know you were Elain’s sister,” he says.

She huffs a laugh. “I didn’t know you were her ex at first, either. Does it matter?”

Lucien’s mouth turns down in thought, but he doesn’t answer her question. “I’m doing good,” he says in response to her former question instead. “I’ve been living the nomad life, traveling around with friends, roadtripping in a van.”

But would you come home for Elain? Nesta can’t help but wonder.

She didn’t know Lucien had dated Elain until after her first meeting with him, but even then it had been something of a throwaway detail. Elain dates lots of guys, and falls in love with even more of them. She seemed to barely remember Lucien’s name when Nesta first brought it up in front of her.

But for some inexplicable reason, Nesta genuinely likes Lucien. A part of her recognizes something similar in a part of him, and it makes her sad to imagine him being stuck on a girl who won’t think about him twice.

“Take my advice,” Nesta tells him bluntly, “and move on if you haven’t yet. Staring after Elain when she already broke up with you will get you nowhere.” Elain isn’t the type to ever look back, and she never falls for the same man twice.

Lucien just looks at Nesta with a blank face. “I broke up with her,” he says.

Nesta’s mouth falls open.

“And,” he adds, “I was staring at her ass.” He starts walking backwards to his brother, giving Nesta an innocent grin as he leaves. “It was nice meeting again. See you in another six months.”

Nesta is dumbfounded watching him go, not knowing what to do with this new knowledge. As far as she knows, no one has ever broken up with Elain except for Azriel—and that ended in Az losing all of his pants.

It only occurs to Nesta that she shouldn’t have let Lucien get away with that ass comment when Emerie and Gwyn suddenly appear at her side, each of them interlocking an arm with hers. “You feeling better?” Emerie inquires cheerfully. “Ready to go?”

Nesta nods slowly, forcefully putting Lucien Vanserra and his too-sly demeanor out of her mind. He isn’t her problem right now. Summer is already here with a vengeance, and she’ll only have so much free time with the people she loves most. So she chooses to focus only on them.

Tugging her friends closer and squeezing their arms, Nesta asks, “Where are we eating?”

***

a/n: this needs sooo much more editing lol i could have done a lot more with this chapter if i wasn’t constantly tired and pressed for free time. sorry y’all :/

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piecksz · 3 years

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forget me too. | (m)

pairing: modern punk!bakugo x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, angst, cheating, oral sex, penetrative sex, angry sex, choking, fingering, exes with benefits, mentions of breeding, hair pulling, explicit language, toxic relationship, manipulation, reader just being a lovesick puppy but wouldn’t we all be if it came to bakugo

summary: it’s been a year since you broke up with bakugo after you found him cheating on you, and you swore you’d moved on from him, but when you run into him again at a record shop, you fall back into a dangerous cycle of love and hate

words: 9,800+

a/n: so i gave in and watched downfalls high, and i’m not gonna lie, it wasn’t the best piece of media i’ve ever consumed, but mgk’s feature track with halsey kind of ate (AND IT LITERALLY INSPIRED SO MANY ANGSTY IDEAS I WAS ITCHINGGG). therefore, this is said angsty idea. you can listen to the song forget me too by machine gun kelly (feat. halsey) while reading, that’s if you’re really daring. good luck lol

If there was one thing in the world you couldn’t fully understand, it was the type of girls who hated their ex-boyfriends, twirling their hair flirtatiously and giggling at all their pitiful punchlines one week, and the next, hatching bogus rumors to discourage other girls from seeking them out romantically, letting them know that their charm came at a price.

Until it was Bakugo.

You genuinely didn’t see it coming. You weren’t even able to recognize the severity of the situation until you were convulsing with the gravity of your sobs, shrieking at him in front of his apartment. Bakugo had called you earlier that evening to reschedule your previously-arranged dinner date since his friend Kirishima was in town, and he wanted to dedicate the rest of the night to catching up with his old schoolmate. You happily forfeited your own plans and instead opted to rendezvous with your boyfriend and his familiar later in the week, but as the night hauled on your favorite TV show no longer satiated your boredom.

Shuffling into the kitchen and scouring your cabinet for ingredients, you drew up the idea to bake some sweets for Bakugo and Kirishima because you figured it would be a nice surprise, however once you arrived at Bakugo’s place you deduced quickly that his friend wasn’t over. It should have been notably clear that something was unusual by the way he was hesitant to let you in.

He poked his head out from behind the privacy of his front door, definitely surprised to see you, but not in the way you had hoped.

“Y/N,” he greeted you with a tight-lipped expression, eyes dropping to the tub of sugar cookies in your hands. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you call me to let me know you were coming over?”

You hummed after detecting a subtle edge in his voice. “I wanted to surprise you.” You rose to your toes to look past his head. “I thought you said your friend was coming over.”

Bakugo nodded, and once he extended his hand to accept your treats you could see that his torso was bare. “Idiot had to cancel at the last minute. School shit. He said he’ll be here tomorrow.”

Your grip tightened on the container.

If his friend couldn’t make it then why didn’t he let you know? The two of you still could have made it to your dinner reservations.

And in that moment, you swore your internal monologue was loud enough to hear, because you immediately received your answer when you heard a soft, feminine voice come from inside his apartment.

“Who the fuck is that?” you barked, trying to outbalance Bakugo’s weight on the door. “Bakugo you little fucking shit--let me in.” It was a moment-long game between the two of you until Bakugo gave in, accepting the reality that he’d already been caught. You stumbled into the door as it swung open, revealing his company.

She was petite with short blonde hair, wearing a panicked expression that matched Bakugo’s oversized flannel on her naked body almost impeccably. You stared at each other until you broke the tense silence with a quiet holy shit.

“Holy shit,” you repeated louder, blinking as fast as you could to hold back the salty tears that were beginning to cloud your vision. “You fucking dick!” You didn’t notice how forceful your voice had gotten until you were shouting at him, the immense pressure building in your chest making your voice crack. You hurled every vulgar name in the book at Bakugo who couldn’t even look you in the eye while you cried in front of him.

This couldn’t have been the same man you once saw your future playing out with. The hell unfolding in front of you was exactly what your friends, Momo and Ochako, had predicted once you disclosed your interest in Bakugo. They warned you that he had a record on campus, with multiple girls, and yet somehow when he wooed you with sweet words and thoughtful gifts, just like they said he would, you still thought you were different. The worst part of it all was that he wasn’t a terrible guy by any means. He was a little rough around the edges with a temper, but he was hilarious and passionate, all while being profound and smart.

In your fantasies the two of you were married, and then came babies with tufts of your tresses and the mischief of his ruby eyes. He would have been a winner, if he wasn’t so emotionally incompetent. Perhaps you were naive to assume what you and Bakugo had was love just because he said so.

Your quivering fingers worked unsteadily against the lid of the tupperware. You tossed it aside before dumping the container’s contents on the floor of his apartment and hurled the empty food saver at him.

“Come fucking on Y/N,” he said wearily. The fucking nerve he had to act tired.

“Enjoy your cookies,” you responded venomously, leaving quickly before another set of tears came surging.

The next several months were excruciating, and the pain you experienced was nothing compared to its onset. If you weren’t spending days cocooned in bed to sleep off the fatigue of your endless crying, then you were on your couch, staring unamused while Blair Waldorf waltzed across your TV screen.

At least she got her happy fucking ending. Good for her.

You couldn’t even find the energy to eat, and ice cream was not the cure-all for heartbreaks like everyone lied and said it was.

Every so often Momo and Ochako would pay you a visit. For the first few weeks they let you mourn, consoling you and cleaning up the litter of crumpled tissues around your apartment. After the first month, they suggested that maybe meeting someone new would be the best way to help you forget about your break up, but you didn’t want to meet someone new. You just wanted to know if Bakugo missed you too.

Once your grades started slipping, you used that as an excuse to turn to isolation and lose yourself in your schoolwork. The distraction left you with no leisure time to scroll through old photos of you and Bakugo in your phone, and within a couple months, you swore that you’d finally moved on from him.

But it seemed all of that was forgotten the moment you recognized his head of spiky blonde hair from the next aisle over in the record shop, and you silently cursed the universe’s cruel way of working, that all-knowing bitch.

You kept your head down, pretending to be overtly interested in the Kendrick Lamar vinyl you held in your hands, but you couldn’t stop peeking over the shelf to see if Bakugo had moved from his spot.

You could hear him shuffling, and every time you looked up, he was a step closer to the end of the aisle, meaning that your game plan was to move in the opposite direction, so you could slip past him without being detected.

You continued to move one step to the left every time Bakugo moved another step to the right, surely securing your elusive escape, but when you glanced up again, he had disappeared from your line of surveillance. Shit.

“Y/N?”

Shit!

Slowly, you pivoted in the direction of your name only to gawk, horrified, as your ex-boyfriend strolled up to you casually, like he had never ripped your heart out and trampled all over it.

Once he got closer, you realized how generous the year between your break up and now had been to him. His yellow flannel was useless tied around his waist when it should have been on his shoulders instead, covering the way his black Led Zeppelin shirt clung to the impressive build of his upper body.

“Holy fuck, it is you,” Bakugo said, incredulously. You swore he had grown taller now that he was standing in front of you because you couldn’t remember if he had always towered over you.

“Small world,” you said, distastefully.

“Not really,” Bakugo shrugged. “This is just where I come to slave away for minimum wage.”

You simply blinked at him with a placid expression, unable to decide which of your emotions was best considering the circumstances.

“I almost didn’t recognize you,” he chuckled. “Did you cut your hair?”

You raised an eyebrow plainly. “No.” If anything your hair had grown a few inches longer.

“Highlights?”

“No.”

“Shit seriously?” Bakugo cast his eyes downwards and then back up, sizing up your figure. “Well you look good.”

You could only offer up a dry laugh in response while shaking your head at the peculiarity of the situation.

“What is wrong with you?” you jeered.

You couldn’t believe the ease with which he approached you after not seeing you for twelve whole months, especially when six and a half of those months were spent bawling your eyes out over him and trying to repair the heart he broke carelessly.

Bakugo’s blithe expression withered. The look left behind was one of bashful remorse, as if he was embarrassed by the person he was a year ago.

You weren’t even sure if he had really changed since you’d gone out of your way to avoid hearing or seeing anything about him after you claimed to have gotten over him. The real reason was that you felt you couldn’t trust yourself. You feared that if you came across anything having to do with him, you’d descend into another self-destructive, heartache-driven spiral.

“I tried calling to apologize, but you blocked my number. And then blocked me on everything else,” Bakugo explained.

You shifted uncomfortably.

“I never saw you around campus, and when I showed up to your apartment you weren’t home. I felt like horse shit, seriously, but after a while I just gave up, I guess.”

You pursed your lips together at the mention of his attempts to remedy your breakup, specifically because this whole time you could have sworn he didn’t care to fix things with you.

Bakugo leaned in, and you surprised yourself by making no effort to create more distance between the both of you.

“I’m really fucking sorry, Y/N,” he said softly, for once without the gruffness of his usual tone.

If he made the effort to apologize even after a year, that must have meant that he still had some feelings left over for you, right? Did that mean he still loved you? The suspicion made your heart squeeze with expectation.

“Are you sorry that you hurt me, or are you sorry that you got caught?” You questioned.

“Both,” Bakugo snickered tactlessly.

You swore you could have punched his lights out then and there, but he must have noticed the way you tensed up because he looped his arm around you, pulling you in until you nestled into his larger frame.

“I fucking missed you, dumbass.”

Your stomach dropped at the very mention of the words you were longing to hear after your split, and you knew that you weren’t over him. Not even close. Even when you had caught another girl with her hands on him.

Your first mistake was unblocking Bakugo’s number that night, and your second was sending him a text. You stood in the bathroom, dumbfounded by your own actions while you clutched your phone nervously. Thank god he didn’t have his read receipts on. The last thing you needed to know was if he decided to leave you on read after you had just stroked his monumental ego.

You sat your phone aside and proceeded brushing your teeth until you were interrupted by a shrill ding from beside you. You grabbed your phone much too quickly and slid the screen up to be met with a reply from Bakugo.

9:32 PM

bakugo: so i’m still in your phone huh?

9:32 PM:

bakugo: lmao

9:33 PM:

bakugo: thinking about me even after bitching about how much you hate me?

9:34 PM:

bakugo: especially at night that’s hot

You scowled at the messages before putting your phone back down. Using the time it took you to finish brushing your teeth and washing your face, you recited your responses over and over again because as much as you wanted to, you knew it wouldn’t be smart to jump back into your relationship that fast. You still held negative sentiments about what he had done to you, but the pleasure of having him back was slowly beginning to outweigh your earlier feelings.

While shuffling into your bedroom, you kept your eyes glued to your phone screen, typing, deleting, and retyping messages, worried that they would sound too needy.

9:50 PM:

you: so i see you still have a head so big that it could block out the sun

9:53 PM:

bakugo: fuck off you little shit

9:53 PM:

bakugo: no classes tmrw and i’m off work at 12

9:54 PM:

you: ok? do i look like your fucking secretary?

10:00 PM:

bakugo: no im just letting you know in case you’re planning on stalking me again :^(

10:01 PM

bakugo: obviously i wanna see you tomorrow dipshit

Warmth spread across your cheeks until it deepened into a dangerous heat, and the happy memories of you and Bakugo a year ago resurfaced as deja vu. Everything was scarily reminiscent of the way he asked you out the first time, back when your opinions about him were much more straightforward.

You rolled over to the other side of your bed and squealed, flustered by how to-the-point he was about his desire to reconcile things with you.

“Get it together, honestly,” you reprimanded yourself, jabbing a finger against your temple in an effort to drill the mantra into your head.

You responded back to accept Bakugo’s invitation, being mindful not to sound too excited, but you couldn’t deny that you slept better than usual that night.

The next day when you met up with Bakugo after his shift at the record shop ended, the two of you settled on getting coffee from one of the restaurants on campus. Well, you got a coffee, but Bakugo went for an iced tea instead because he insisted that coffee tasted like “dog shit”.

Regardless of your staggering difference of opinion in beverages, you guys hit it off again, laughing and joking around like there had never been a rift between you two in the first place. You were taken aback by how comfortable you still felt around him and how much he still seemed to adore you.

Two weeks after your reunion, you and Bakugo were already falling back into the routine of going on dates like you’d done before, snickering in the back of crowded movie theaters and demolishing each other in multiple rounds of mini golf. You even kept the photo booth picture that was printed for you at the aquarium in your wallet, just so you could peek at it every now and then.

Three weeks after your reunion, you concluded that you were pretty much together. Bakugo had never made it official, and neither had you, but you trusted the way you felt, and it seemed clear that he felt the same way.

Your friends however, weren’t as happy to hear the news of you and Bakugo seeing each other again.

Momo’s eyes widened as she leaned over the table and thrusted her mechanical pencil in your direction.

“Y/N, please tell me you’re joking.” She turned to Ochako who looked at you with a troubled expression. “Uraraka, please tell me she’s joking.”

Ochako pressed her lips into a thin line, shaking her head in utter disbelief. She said nothing. Rather she looked to you for an answer, wanting you to explain the situation before she scolded you for being so forgiving toward someone who didn’t deserve it.

“He apologized okay? And it really seemed like he meant it, I’m not just saying that. You guys know I can’t hold grudges. I’m soft.”

Momo huffed.

“We started talking, and he told me that he tried to apologize but he never got the chance.”

Your friends were still quiet, waiting for the punchline, but once they realized that there was no hidden gag to the story, they leaned back in exhaustion, disappointed that you’d gotten yourself into another wearisome situation because of your thoughtlessness.

“And he said he missed me. After an entire year, he still misses me.”

“This wouldn’t have happened if we had found you someone else, you know. Someone nice. Better than Bakugo, so you don’t feel like you have to settle,” Momo countered.

“I didn’t need to date someone else,” you chided her. “I’m not one of those people that need to be in a relationship to feel fulfilled, plus I’ve been swamped with assignments.” You knew you were just trying to save face. You knew the real reason why you turned down all your prospective blind dates, and your friends knew it too. You couldn’t see yourself with anyone other than Bakugo, and you meant it when you said you didn’t need love to feel like you had purpose, but when it came to the blonde, it appeared that none of those principles applied.

“You’re lying,” Ochako sighed, tucking her hair behind her ear before clicking her pen and returning to her research paper.

“I’m not settling!” you declared, earning a few scattered glances from the other students in the library. You smiled at them ruefully, mouthing an apology, and ducked your head back into your college textbook.

You decided to drop the conversation, concluding that your friends just wouldn’t understand. They didn’t know your relationship with Bakugo like you did so how could they have understood?

Later that night however, you couldn’t help but chew over your friends’ reactions. There was clearly a reason why they felt the way they did, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to see their concern. You didn’t need to be chastised every time you did something they didn’t agree with, because you reminded yourself you were a grown ass woman. You treasured Momo and Ochako, but you were absolutely capable of looking out of yourself.

“Why do girls watch this shit?” Bakugo muttered from beside you, uninterested in the movie playing on the Macbook propped up in your lap. “It’s just dresses and sideburns, where the fuck are the fist fights?”

“It’s Pride and Prejudice, stupid. Not Deadpool,” you retorted, giggling slightly once Bakugo decided the skin of your neck was more interesting than Kiera Knightley. He released a throaty chuckle while attaching his lips to the base of your jaw and continued kissing until he stopped where your neck met your shoulders.

“Stop, I’m trying to watch the movie,” you complained tenderly with absolutely no intent to make Bakugo stop.

Bakugo sat up, grabbing your laptop off the sheets and closing it briskly. “Fuck the movie, I have a better idea,” he suggested. Your eyebrows furrowed, watching as he tossed the device onto the chair beside your closet.

“Hey, what are you doing, you dick?” you protested.

Within seconds Bakugo was on top of you with arms on either side of your head, effectively caging you in beneath him.

“Yeah?” he whispered provocatively, like he was making sure he had your permission first. He spoke under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

You didn’t know what sensation you registered first: the warmth now spreading quickly across your cheeks, down to your chest, or the pronounced throbbing between your thighs.

You nodded, softly responding with a “yeah” in return, and Bakugo didn’t waste a second before pressing his mouth to yours enthusiastically. You were surprised how quickly you re-familiarized yourself with the curve of his lips and the way they moved steadily against yours. Acting with fervor, he used his hand to grip your chin, forcing your mouth to open wider so he could slip his tongue past your teeth.

Bakugo used his free hand to grab your breast under your sweatshirt, and you relished in the feeling of his warm palm against your skin while he ran his fingertips against the silky fabric of your lace bra.

“Lace? You dirty bitch,” he teased, breaking contact. “There’s no way you could have known we were gonna fuck.”

You laughed, appreciating how seductive Bakugo looked. His sandy hair was tousled from your impatient hands in his locks, skin feverishly tinged with a dusty pink hue, and lips swollen from the force of his kiss.

“I didn’t know, but I was hoping we would,” you answered honestly. “I guess I got lucky.”

Bakugo snickered, clearly pleased with the response he received. His scarlet eyes flickered lustfully, and he hastily returned to working on your body. He pulled your sweatshirt up and off, tossing it over his shoulder before working swiftly against the clasp of your bra, which he skillfully managed to break with just one hand.

Must have had a lot of practice with that.

But your cynical thoughts were soon forgotten the moment Bakugo’s tongue curled around your nipple, enjoying the way his saliva made your skin glisten under the dim lamp light. He hummed loudly every time you jolted and whimpered, your back arching in tandem. He closed his lips around the delicate nub, sucking harshly while making no attempts to hide his sly smile. He was enjoying himself far too much.

He made sure he put his other hand to work, rolling your other nipple between his fingers, pinching roughly while tugging on it absentmindedly. Once he grew bored of your innocent mewls, he thirsted for something filthier.

Bakugo tantalizingly slid his hand down your stomach until his fingers curled around the waistband of your volleyball shorts. He stretched the Spandex material until when he released it, it snapped painfully against your skin, his cock throbbing at the exposure of your earthy groan.

He slipped off your shorts, and the sight before him was enough to elicit a long, drawn-out “Jesus fucking Christ”.

You didn’t realize you were so aroused that your underwear was soaking wet, your pussy now visible through the thin sheer fabric. Bakugo swallowed hard, palming himself to relieve some of the unbearable pressure he was feeling. He could feel his cock straining against his underwear, and he wanted to stick his dick inside you and fuck you until your eyes rolled back into your head, but the only thing he wanted more than that was to taste you.

“These are mine,” Bakugo insisted. He pulled your panties off, chuckling dryly at the wet stain on the fabric before tucking them into his pocket.

You tilted your head at him.

“What? I’m keeping them as a souvenir,” he replied.

But that’s not what you were concerned with. You were more humiliated than anything that this was your first time having sex with him in a year, and you’d been horny for him since you opened the door. You might as well have just written Bakugo’s Whore on your head in thick permanent marker, but you kept your suggestion to yourself knowing that Bakugo would have liked the idea way too much.

Bakugo reached down to pull his shirt over his head and threw it aside, unveiling his impressive physique. After you guys had broken up, he began finding himself in the gym more frequently, placating his regret and anger through physical exertion, and although he used weightlifting to cope, it left him with an incredible build.

Sweet lord, you thought, please fucking break me.

Bakugo wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you forcibly toward him. You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a good look as his face disappeared between your legs. You couldn’t see much past his hair, but you felt a long wet lick up your folds, and your arms immediately gave out, causing you to fall back onto the bed while your hips bucked upward.

You let out an obscene cry, but that only encouraged Bakugo more. He parted your lips with his tongue, licking another stripe up to your clit before sucking it into his mouth, all while peering up at you to see the way you writhed under his touch. You gripped the sheets, and your breathing grew increasingly labored as Bakugo swirled the tip of his tongue against the tender bud, slowly in one direction, and then the opposite. You continued to grind yourself against his mouth while your desire became insatiable. You felt like your hunger was completely justified, because you hadn’t been spoiled in a long fucking time.

You completely unraveled once you glanced down just in time to see Bakugo spit on your parted folds before using his fingers to coat your pussy in his saliva. His slick fingers rubbed your clit, taunting you for just a while longer, and then he dipped his fingers inside of you. He started with two fingers, slipping them in and out with ease until his spit mixed with your arousal created a vile lubricant.

With the way Bakugo’s lips were slightly parted and his eyebrows were knitted in the center, you could tell he was concentrating dangerously, observing how desperately you swallowed his fingers every time he pushed them in.

Your vision erupted into white heat when he bent down to take your clit back into his mouth while pumping in and out of you with an added finger. The symphony that filled the space of your room was absolutely foul. Your intense cries bounced off the walls, while Bakugo panted heavily at the messy sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of you. And neither of you cared if your neighbors could hear.

“Bakugo--,” you started, but your broken plea wasn’t nearly enough to get his attention.

“Bakugo,” you cried louder, your body beginning to shake with the onset of your orgasm.

“Are you gonna cum?” He asked, his voice slightly higher than you were used to, almost like he was whining.

You could only give a weak nod in response.

“Be a good little bitch and cum for me,” Bakugo coaxed, as you yielded to the intensity of your orgasm. He quickened his pace just to see you convulse as you reached your high, but then slowed down until he was ready to pull his fingers out of you.

The sight was enough to make Bakugo cum untouched. You were finger-fucked out, eyes shut as your chest heaved up and down while you tried to catch your breath. Your arousal was smeared on the inside of your thighs and your bedsheet was damp where you released.

Bakugo wanted to ask you if you were alright, but the aching pain in his pants took priority. He reached into his underwear, freeing his swollen cock from the confines of his boxers. He bit down on his bottom lip so hard he almost drew blood as he pumped himself gingerly, hissing at the feeling. His tip was raw and flushed, leaking precum in shameless amounts.

He hoisted your legs on either shoulder and positioned himself at your entrance, looking at you for confirmation, and you nodded feebly. He sunk his entire length into you, and you covered your mouth with your hand to stifle a shrill scream. Your walls were already sore, and the sting of Bakugo’s large cock inside of you was a painful bliss. Tears came quickly, and they rolled down your cheeks while Bakugo rocked his hips into you slowly. He was waiting for his aching to subside before speeding up his rhythm, and once it did he was taken over by an unappeasable greed.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, thrusting himself in and out of you. “If you keep squeezing me like that I’m gonna cum inside you and get you fucking pregnant.” Bakugo had one hand on your headboard, his grip so firm that his knuckles had turned white.

You sobbed underneath him, withstanding your own pain until it subdued into pleasure. You shifted your legs until they wrapped around Bakugo’s strong torso, unable to get enough of him.

Bakugo rammed into you, and your headboard hitting your wall furiously set the tempo until he fell into a staggered cadence.

“I’m gonna cum,” he choked out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck--.” Your name was the last thing Bakugo could get out before he broke free of your hold, pulling himself out of you so he could release. He cummed on your stomach, generously shooting out hot spurts of white until he was soft and you were covered in his seed.

Bakugo leaned over and collapsed beside you, short of breath. He was drenched in sweat and his blonde hair stuck to his forehead with perspiration. He chuckled after a few silent minutes.

“What the fuck was that? Were you trying to get me to nut in you?” Bakugo asked, turning to face you.

You didn’t know what he was talking about until you remembered the way you wrapped him up in your legs while he was inside you.

You snorted, erupting into a fit of sheepish laughter. “Yeah.”

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, bewildered. “Crazy bitch.”

He pulled his sweatpants up and rolled out of your bed. “I’m not ready to be a dad yet,” he voiced, before shuffling lazily out of the room to find something he could clean you up with and smoke a cigarette on the fire escape.

The next morning you found yourself alone, Bakugo nowhere to be found despite you falling asleep with his arms around your waist. You raised a sleepy eyebrow at the empty space next to you that was still sunken from his weight. Okay good, so you didn’t hallucinate last night. You figured Bakugo had early duties to attend to, so you simply grumbled before turning over to get more sleep.

Following that day, every time Bakugo came over to your place, or you found yourself at his, the routine was simple: have breathtaking sex and then pass out.

You grew used to expecting it from him whenever the two of you spent any time alone, and the night before always consumed your thoughts the morning after. You’d squeeze your thighs together during your lecture hall while your professor yammered on about early psychology. The memory of Bakugo’s hand around your throat as he fucked you from behind prompted a surge of heat to your core.

Even when the two of you couldn’t see each other because neither of your schedules coincided, you found a way to make things work, whether it was over the phone, through text, or over Facetime.

Occasionally, you’d ring up Bakugo while he was closing up the shop to taunt him, touching yourself on the other line while he’d grow painfully hard and couldn’t relieve himself until he got home.

“You little fucking shit.” You loved the way his low growls sounded over the phone. “Let’s see how bold you are when I come over and turn your thighs into earmuffs.”

And occasionally, he’d send you videos of himself in bed while you were at the library late cramming for your exams the next morning, touching his cock with haste before cumming on his hands as he groaned your name loudly.

Not an ounce of passion was lost between you two, and if anything you’d only grown closer together from the time spent apart. You had your love back, and everything in your life was ideal.

Of course, that was all before the party.

The party at Sero’s house that you’d caught wind of once you joined Momo, Ochako, and your other friend Mina for lunch.

“You know I don’t like going to parties thrown by frats,” Ochako muttered, ripping off small bites of her chicken wrap.

“Why not? There’ll be plenty of guys there for you to talk to, your phone has been a little dry lately,” Mina responded, laughing silently.

Ochako squinted at her jest before playfully rolling her eyes herself. “That’s exactly why. You know what happened last time I went to a frat party. The hangover isn’t worth it.”

Mina exhaled heavily and turned to you with a hopeful look.

“Y/N, you’ll go with us right? Me and Momo?”

You squeezed your water bottle wearily. “I don’t know. I’m not a fan of frat parties either.” You didn’t know what answer to give her, she looked extremely optimistic, and you hated to rain on Mina’s Friday night plans, but you didn’t want to spend the rest of the evening crammed in a frat house with a crowd of strangers.

Mina stuck out her bottom lip and reached to grab your hand from across the table. “Please? Please? There’s no guarantee Momo won’t ditch me at the party for Todoroki.”

Momo murmured inaudibly beside her.

You sighed, however you relented, giving into the arrangements Mina had made for you, but you regretted your decision far too late.

You showed up to the gathering with Mina and Momo dressed modestly. Unlike your friends and many of the other girls there, you already had someone that you were seeing, and you wanted to look as reserved as you could so there was no confusion around whether or not you were off the market.

Bakugo was possessive, and he preferred to keep his possessions close. There was no telling what he would do or how he’d react if he learned of another man trying to make a move on you.

You took small sips out of your cup while you followed quietly behind Momo and Mina as they moved from person to person, greeting friends you were unfamiliar with. You feigned a cheery smile when you were introduced to them, but overall you were bored with the party scene. You weren’t really a frat party girl.

You yelled over to Momo that you needed another drink and shook your head when she asked you if you needed her to come with you. She looked far too engrossed in her conversation with Todoroki, and you didn’t want to just whisk her away while they were talking. In fact, you were the chairman of the Anti-Cockblock Committee.

You sauntered into the kitchen, sliding in next to the counter once the guests who were there first left. You started grabbing bottles to inspect the labels because to be honest, you weren’t sure what half of these brands were. As a broke college student, you bought your own drinks, which were mainly $20 cases of hard lemonade and cheap raspberry Smirnoff vodka from the liquor store. Clearly Sero had selective taste in high quality shit.

You poured yourself a small sip of Patron, tasting the clear liquid, and tried not to gag at the oaky taste as it burned your throat going down.

You felt someone ease in beside you. “Hey, bartender.”

You glanced at the guest next to you, their familiar visage coming into view. You recognized his distinctive green head of hair and innocent freckles peppered across his cheeks, it was the same face you saw every day in your sociology class.

What was his name? Ku--something. Zu…?

You remembered your professor referred to him by his nickname, Deku, and once you said his name as convincingly as you could, you gathered by his boyish grin that you were right.

“I’m surprised you remembered,” he laughed, and adjusted his circle-rimmed glasses while his emerald eyes swelled into crescents.

“I didn’t really take you for a partier,” you observed. Deku was incredibly smart from what you’d seen in class. He knew the answers before your professor could even finish their questions, and when you’d ask him if he could repeat what the teacher said for your notes, he explained the material even better than the person who was an expert in the subject for a living.

“I’m not,” he replied. “But you know, the college experience and all that.”

You scoffed and nodded, knowingly. “Melt your brain studying for 25 hours a day, 8 days a week, and then get shitfaced whenever you can. Yeah, that’s definitely the college experience,” you joked, pouring yourself a couple shots of vodka and mixed it with orange soda.

“I was meaning to ask you,” Deku started. “I mean--Yeah--I was meaning to ask you for your number in class earlier this week.”

You stirred your drink with a finger before stealing a taste. “Of course,” you agreed happily.

Deku’s face deepened into a rosy bloom once he took out his phone, typing in your contact while you recited the numbers.

“I’m not asking for a weird reason or anything like that. Just so we can help each other out with homework and stuff.”

You nodded, already acknowledging that Deku was a sweet kid, at least as far as you knew. You didn’t expect him to have any promiscuous intentions.

“Yeah, but I don’t think I’ll be as much help to you as you’ll be to me,” you teased, and Deku chuckled nervously still trying to shake the blush off his cheeks. “I’m free on Monday, I can meet up with you after class if you want.”

Deku buried his face into his cup, his shallow breathing causing his glasses to fog up. “Yeah, that sounds great,” he mumbled bashfully.

“Text me the deets,” you grinned, before wandering off back to your friends.

On the way back to the stairwell where Momo and Mina were still standing, your attention was drawn by a large crowd around the living room that erupted into jovial squeals and cheers every few seconds. You gravitated toward the mass of guests, standing on your toes to get a better look, but when that didn’t work you gently made your way through the throng of people, issuing soft “sorry, excuse me’s” and “thank you’s” to the people that didn’t mind letting you slip past them.

You had no knowledge that he was going to be here. He never told you what his plans for the night were, but this was the last place you were expecting Bakugo to be.

Here.

Playing a game of “Kiss and Blow” on a crowded couch with someone who wasn’t you. When it reached his turn, you could see his shallow inhale and how he put in no effort to keep the card against his mouth. It fell between the cushions, and the crowd erupted into another rally.

Bakugo grinned artfully and hooked his arm around the eager brunette before smothering her giggles with a deep tongue-filled kiss.

At first, the cogs in your brain couldn’t turn fast enough to register what was happening, and your thought process stuttered for a moment while your eyes took in more than you expected. Your body remained immobile, giving your thoughts a few seconds to catch up. Maybe for those few seconds, your anguish was suspended, and your shock was simply a cushion until you fell apart.

You couldn’t make your way out of the party fast enough, and you didn’t even think to let Momo and Mina know that you were leaving. Everything around you sounded warbled, like you were underwater, as your leaden legs carried you out, past the front lawn, and across the street until you were far away that you could no longer hear the music of the party. It was then that you pulled out your phone to text Mina claiming that you didn’t feel well and called an Uber to take you home.

The following morning you ignored all of Bakugo’s texts. He sent one at 10 AM, asking you if you were down to get breakfast, and then another at noon suggesting lunch since you didn’t respond to his text about breakfast. He texted you again, and again, and again, and you continued to disregard him.

You didn’t cry this time around. No. You were filled with a foreign anger. It was strange and new, and it burned nothing like the rage you’d felt in all your years of living. You didn’t know whether you were angry at him for putting you through this again or if you were angry at yourself for really believing that he’d changed. You really wanted to confront Bakugo in person, but you were afraid of your unpredictability. You didn’t know what you would do if you saw him--roundhouse kick him in the throat most likely.

Bakugo’s relentless attempts to get in contact with you didn’t let up, even late into the night. He sent another text threatening to show up at your apartment if you didn’t answer him, and then he called yet again.

Angrily, you reached out to answer your phone, but once you held it to your ear all the fury you’d been bearing throughout the day emerged.

“Can you fuck off?” You hissed.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Bakugo responded, taken off guard by your greeting. “What the fuck?”

“If you were so hellbent on seeing me today, you should have thought about that before you decided to be a hypocritical little bastard! Again!” You shook with anger, unable to effectively piece together all the profane names you wanted to call him.

Bakugo was still while you put him on blast.

“Do you not have anything to say to me, you fuckwit?”

“No, because I don’t even know why you’re going full bitch right now!” Bakugo defended himself. You sat back at his reply, confused at why he was guarded. You knew that when Bakugo was aware he was in the wrong he always remained quiet and pensive.

“Last night?” you clarified. “Does last night not ring a bell to you?”

He let out a small grunt of recollection. “I was at a party last night, what are you talking about?”

“No shit, Bakugo! I saw you swallowing another girl whole!”

The other line erupted into laughter, and a large knot settled in your throat.

“Am I not allowed to kiss other girls now?” he asked.

Had he been hit by a semi-truck? Did he need a swift lobotomy?

“Why would you kiss another girl if you have a girlfriend?”

Bakugo muttered a quiet “what”, and then the lightbulb clicked.

“Holy shit, Y/N, did you think we were back together?”

Huh?

“When did we ever say that we were together?” he questioned lightly, finding your misunderstanding comical.

But--

“I thought we were just fucking around, you know? I never mentioned getting back together, and you didn’t either, so I just assumed we were just fucking.”

You didn’t say a word. As angry as you wanted to be and as angry as you already were, he was right. You had only assumed that you two were back together, but neither of you agreed on it explicitly.

“Our dates...” you countered listlessly.

“Two people hanging out together isn’t always a date.” Bakugo shifted on the other end and then grunted again to occupy the tense silence. “Shitting me, I didn’t know that’s what you were thinking.”

Realization of how foolish you made yourself look set in, and you hoped the awkwardness that hung in the air was fleeting. You swallow heavily, unable to digest defeat.

“Okay,” you murmured, before hanging up and flinging your phone aside.

You and Bakugo didn’t speak for the rest of the night into next morning, and by midday Monday when your study session with Deku rolled around, you were more than reluctant to go. You knew the frustration of someone cancelling last minute, but you were unsure whether you could bring a positive spirit to your meetup, and the last thing you wanted to do was put kind-hearted Deku through your bad mood.

As the time drew closer, you were considering texting him to rain check, letting him know you were feeling under the weather, when he sent you a picture at the coffee shop. Deku had ordered you lunch, mentioning that you must’ve been hungry after classes all day. He explained that he didn’t know what you liked so he just bought for you what he usually got for himself.

After that, you couldn’t have possibly turned him down, so you showed up anyway. Before you knew it, the clock already approached 9 PM, and the coffee shop was about to close for the night. Time had flown by while you were getting lost in upbeat conversation with Deku, and the two of you laughed and joked around more than you’d done your assignment, but you didn’t mind since it gave you another excuse to meet up with him. You didn’t expect him to be as naturally humorous as he was, nor did you guess you’d have as much in common with him as you did, but you’d forgotten about your own heartache during the time you spent in his company. Not to mention, he was very easy on the eyes, but that was just an additional plus.

However, when you finally returned home to your empty apartment that night, all your feelings came flooding back.

“Right,” you muttered to yourself, setting your backpack down by the door, and throwing your keys onto the kitchen counter. “Back to square one.”

Normally, you’d invite Bakugo over, but you had no desire to be anywhere within a three mile radius of him at the moment, so you quickly got ready for bed, figuring that the more time you spent asleep meant less time that you’d have to dwell over the all-too-familiar pain in your chest.

You continued to spend more and more time with Deku even though most of your plans were organized around schoolwork, even if it was studying for a test or just practicing terminology flashcards. Eventually, you’d gotten close enough that you didn’t mind inviting him over since your apartment was much quieter than the dorm he shared with his roommate, Kaminari.

You were both sat on your couch, and you took turns quizzing each other on general knowledge sociology questions. You flipped through the flashcards, Deku answering every question with impressive ease, until you had grown tired.

“Deku, this isn’t fun. You know every term,” you sighed, shuffling through the stack.

“Studying isn’t supposed to be fun, that’s why it’s called studying and not having fun,” he joked lamely, extending his hands to take his flashcards back.

You giggled silently at his flat humor and leaned back against the armrest to put your knees up. “Okay, well what do you like to do when you’re not studying?”

Deku slipped his flashcards into the pocket of his backpack. “Between classes, studying, and wrestling, I don’t really have much time for anything else.”

You gaped. “You wrestle? No fucking way.”

Deku raised an eyebrow at you, amused and unsure of the reason for your stupefaction. “Why do you think I’m a loser or something?”

“I don’t think you’re a loser,” you explained. “I just wouldn’t have guessed.” You took note of his lean stature. He did look like he worked out, but you never considered his pastime was something as brutish as wrestling. You figured his interests would explain the scars that decorated both of his hands.

“Okay then,” you began, hopping up and throwing the blanket you were wrapped in on the couch. “Teach me something.”

Deku stared at you, uncertain whether you were serious. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said, timidly.

“Oh man up, you baby,” you joked while wrapping your hands around his wrists, urging him to stand up. “Who’s to say I won’t hurt you?”

Deku chuckled nervously before following you over to the open space between your living room and kitchen. He stood for a second, thinking of the easiest moves to show you, and then he nodded, like he had fully decided.

“Okay, come here.”

You did as you were told, letting Deku guide you into the correct position. You cleared your throat, unnerved by the way his chest pressed up against your back, and his strong hands looped around your arms to lock them behind your head.

“This is a full nelson,” he instructed. “It’s a submission hold. It’s not allowed in our matches, but feel free to use it if you ever find some creep following you home.” You could feel his chest rumble with laughter between your shoulder blades.

You nodded, feeling flustered. “Mhm.”

The next demonstration had the two of you on the floor with your arm twisted at an uncomfortable angle while Deku’s arm was situated over your rib cage. You could feel his staggered breathing across the shell of your ear, and you looked over your shoulder expectantly, waiting for him to explain the move.

Deku must have realized how close your faces were to each other because he absolutely lost his cool. He began stammering, unable to get his words out. “And this one is called the--um...sorry it’s called the--,” he breathed. “I’m sorry, I’m--I just wanna kiss you so bad right now.” His body tensed with his confession, but you were the one who made the first move.

Once Deku’s hold loosened, you leaned into him, allowing your lips to collide with his. Your mouths moved against each other fervently, and the two of you rolled over until you were on top of him with your legs on either side of his waist. Ever since a few nights before you’d blown up on Bakugo, you hadn’t been touched. Not even by yourself. You tried, but your fingers came nothing close to competing with his. You were so incredibly needy that you had to forcefully stop yourself from gyrating your hips on Deku’s crotch. He was already red in the face, and you were afraid he might collapse if you worked your ass against the growing bulge in his jeans.

You broke your kiss to take Deku’s hands, and you rested them on your chest. With Bakugo, he would have immediately taken control, driving you into ecstasy, but with Deku it was different. It was as if he had never touched a pair of breasts before. His breathing grew even more shallow as his body became rigid.

You tilted your head, slightly irritated from the lack of action, but you were more concerned about Deku’s wellbeing.

“Are you okay?” you asked, tongue in cheek.

Deku nodded anxiously. “Yup, yup, yup, I’m great. I’m good.”

But something was off, and you knew you weren’t enjoying yourself like you typically would even with days of pent up libido. You closed your eyes tiredly and released an exasperated sigh, slowly pulling yourself off of him. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this right now--we shouldn’t--.”

Deku opened his mouth to contest, but you cut him off.

“It’s getting late, you should go. I’ll see you around.” You buried your face in your hands, embarrassed at your desperation. “I’m so sorry,” you apologized again.

Deku adjusted his glasses and murmured a small “It’s fine, Y/N.” He helped you up after he pulled himself off of the floor and gathered his belongings before heading out quickly, eager to flee the tension.

Fuck, you thought. How did things get so complicated? Deku was a sweet kid, genuinely pure at heart, and you knew he wanted you from the way his emerald eyes were glued to your frame, even while you were fully-clothed. Yet he wasn’t Bakugo. He didn’t know how to work you like Bakugo did, and you felt shamefaced for thinking about your ex-boyfriend again. You mulled it over and began to question why you were stopping yourself from having your cake and eating it too.

Bakugo didn’t intend on getting back together with you, but he enjoyed the phenomenal sex, and so did you. You held so much contempt for him now, but there was no reason why you couldn’t just agree to the terms of his compact.

Exes with benefits, only now with a few additions of your own.

No dates, no flirty chatter outside of your arrangements, nothing that could potentially steer you the wrong way towards forgiving him yet again, because like you told your friends: you were a pushover, and Bakugo was a sweet talker. That was a combination destined for hell.

Your revelation was exactly how you ended up sleeping with Bakugo again. Your sex life was practically a Dr. Seuss book. The two of you would have sex in his car, in the bathroom at a bar, and you’d have sex here, there, and pretty much anywhere.

When you first called him up, he answered almost immediately, somewhat excited to see your contact after going without speaking to each other for nearly a week. After you acceded, he snorted, wondering if you were conspiring.

“Are you fucking scheming something? Cooking up some devious shit to get me alone so you can kill me? Suffocate me while I’m sleeping? You’re goddamn insane.”

You rolled your eyes aggravated. “No. Are you down, or do you wanna pussy out now?”

Bakugo agreed, and both of you managed to keep things fairly cordial. Well, as cordial as they could possibly be, given your shared history. You couldn’t care less about the differences and arguments you had when you guys were in bed. If anything, you preferred it when Bakugo was angry at you, pissed at something you had said or just releasing pent up stress that built up over the week. That only made the sex filthier.

Although Bakugo wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, that didn’t mean he didn’t hold some affection for you, and perhaps still even vice versa. He was possessive over you regardless, even if it meant coming dangerously close to breaching the contract. Especially when he caught you one night with Deku at an on-campus movie screening in the park.

After the fiasco at your apartment with you and Deku, you apologized sincerely to him a couple of days later in class. Deku took no hard feelings to your blunder, and he nodded at the mild rejection when you clarified that things would be best if the two of you stayed friends. He reassured you that he was fine, and he was far too occupied for a relationship of any sort anyway.

But Bakugo wasn’t aware that you two had already tested the waters and decided it was sink rather than swim.

When he spotted you alone sitting on a blanket, he strolled over, wearing a sardonic grin. He struck up a superficial conversation that quickly dissipated once Deku returned with the snacks you two planned on sharing.

Your grin when Deku arrived didn’t compare to the indifferent smile you gave Bakugo when he approached you, and he noticed. His eyes narrowed at your green-haired friend as burning rage coursed through his veins.

“Deku, this is Bakugo,” you said, uninterested in Bakugo’s presence while you took the bag of sour candy Deku offered to you.

Deku smiled at Bakugo, extending his hand to exchange a handshake, but Bakugo simply slapped his hand away dismissively.

“Whatever,” Bakugo jeered, his jaw rooted, before he diverted his attention back to you. “See you later, dumbass.”

He left without a fight, but you knew he wouldn’t put the memory past him, and the following night, all of Bakugo’s anger came bubbling out. The way his brain operated was fascinating, especially since he knew that you two had no romantic commitments to each other, that’s what you agreed on, but finally seeing you over him with someone who he assumed was your new interest turned him crazed.

Bakugo held a painful fistful of your hair, pushing your face into the mattress while he wrecked you. He forced himself into you from behind, muffling your screams with the pillow while he rammed into you relentlessly. Every thrust was vicious, exhibiting the full height of his temper.

“You’re mine, do you understand that? You’re mine to touch, mine to ruin. If anyone else puts their hands on you, I swear I’ll beat them within an inch of their life.”

Bakugo hated to admit it, especially since he knew admitting it turned him into the hypocritical dick of the year, but he enjoyed having you chase after him like a lovelorn puppy. You clung to his side, and you were there at his beck and call. He’d always hated being emotionally tied down, hence his apprehension toward serious relationships, but the way you took advantage of the freedom to see other men made him livid.

“Maybe if I really did put a baby in you other people wouldn’t be such a fucking pain. What do you think?”

Bakugo’s pace didn’t let up as his grip on your hair tightened, and he pulled you upright until your head rested back on his shoulder.

“Answer me,” he demanded, dangerously.

All you could muster were broken sobs. You had never seen Bakugo like this, and you were willing to avow that after discounting your fear and pain, it was hot, and you were slightly intrigued.

Bakugo secured his hand around your neck, allowing his fingers to dig into the side of your throat, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside you which let you know he was close, but he wasn’t making any efforts to slow down any time soon.

“The thought of you with him makes me want to fucking vomit. You know he’ll never be able to make you feel like I do,” he snarled against your ear. “No one will.”

You choked out a meager “I know” while your vision grew blurrier from the lack of oxygen to your head.

You came first and then Bakugo came shortly after, claiming you by pumping you full with his hot seed until you collapsed on the bed from overexhaustion.

You realized then, through the cloudiness of your thoughts came a single conviction: that your relationship with Bakugo was an endless cycle. You’d taken every romantic risk for Bakugo while he risked nothing. That’s how you remained foolish for so long, so naive. You refused to learn over and over again, and you sacrificed yourself in the process.

Once Bakugo threw you modest praise and disappeared into the bathroom, you gave way to the enormity of your despair. Your tears were silent and persistent until your breathing turned ragged while humiliation and resentment burned just beneath your skin.

You were smitten with someone who was bad at romance. Your love was a fairytale, but not everyone believed in fairytales, meaning that was both the birth and death of your chronicle. Fairytales were only real if you believed they were.

Bakugo continued to give you reasons to leave and seek out the love you deserved, but you took momentary bliss as your excuse for staying, like a lovesick fool or like an addict dying from overdose. You wish he would at least give you something to hold onto, like false hope or a pretty lie, but you knew that’s all you’d ever be able to do: wish that things were different so you two could have grown into something beautiful.

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TITLE: Always Fleeting PAIRING: Arthur Morgan/Reader REQUEST: @arethusa-arose said: “Wow I've read all your stuff on ao3 so first of all thank you for sharing the talent and cowboy thirst! I'm a sucker for anything with the enemies to lovers trope. I'm thinking of the reader being Brontes right hand but meeting Arthur under different circumstances so that when the rivalry is revealed it adds more tension. I've tried writing some shitty drabbles on this but I'm actually terrible at writing lol” WARNINGS: Angst, confrontations, mentions of kidnapping, some suggestiveness but it’s mostly angst I’m sorry. NOTE: First off, thank you! Secondly, this is more like ‘lovers to enemies,’ but hopefully this is to your expectations! I really like this idea and there’s a lot to do with it, much as I struggled to find a spot to end this. Still, I’m flattered you trusted me with it. Thank you. lol Also, I should mention that I’m still struggling with my writing so I’m sorry if things seem...off.

It was approaching late evening when you heard a knock on your front door.

You were leaning against the small balcony of your apartment--it wasn’t anything special. As much as you knew you had enough in both money and connections to get a better place, you felt it was less suspicious with your line of work. Saint Denis was as busy as it always was, wagons and horses moving down the cobbled streets and people talking and bustling about. You didn’t give your address out to many, you could only count a couple people who knew.

So, the sound had you pausing as you furrowed your brow. You glanced behind yourself toward the closed wooden door, straightening somewhat as you took in a breath as another knock broke through the faint noise of the street. Who could that be? Your boss rarely came to you--it was almost always the other way around. If it was a disgruntled...former associate of him, you really didn’t like the idea of them knowing where you lived.

You paused a moment to pick up the weapon you had placed on a table, holding the hand behind your back with the revolver in your palm. Opening the door somewhat, you were greeted with an unexpected sight.

The last time he had visited had been almost a month ago, he sight of him taking a moment until your brain recognized him as Arthur turned to look over at you, hat in his hands. As gruff as he was, as rough as the lifestyle he led, the sight was always a bit amusing to you. It was rare to run into a polite outlaw--not that there were many who frequented the streets of Saint Denis. Still, the sight put a small, confused smile to your expression.

You felt a little bad for keeping the gun hidden behind your back and the door.

“Mr. Arthur,” you replied around a small chuckle, “What a surprise. You didn’t write--I would have come to meet you.”

“Naw, ya never need to do that,” he returned, “Didn’t intend to visit, anyway, but…”

“Well that makes me feel special,” you returned, sarcastic but it didn’t run too deeply. Still, the comment seemed to make him raise his head to meet your gaze, brow furrowed somewhat.

“Didn’t mean it like that, just...this whole situation’s real complicated.”

“Well, come in,” you offered, some confusion pulling the confidence from your tone, “If you’re not here to see me, you must have something else in mind.”

It was strange--you had gotten used to Arthur disappearing from the city for long periods of time. He had no reason to stay, much as a part of you liked to think you gave enough influence to, and he had to head back to that gang of his. Really, you hadn’t been expecting to get close to the man at all. It was a risk, doing this. Having attachments. It was a risk in that you made plenty of enemies working for your boss; it was a risk in that you had someone to use against you if you pissed off your boss.

Still, there was something about Arthur. He had stuck out in the city the first time you had met him, tucked away into the more run down saloon Saint Denis had to offer. The regulars of the Bastille had a habit of staring if you acted in a way that wasn’t easily dismissed, so you had gotten used to telling people to head to this one when you needed to see them. Who walked through the door, however, was not the man you were looking for. For all the tailored suits and haughty dispositions that ran around the city, Arthur’s dirty and travel worn clothing along with his gruff demeanor had caught your attention. It had been enough for you to open up conversation with him, buy him a drink for the length he had rode to get to the city--as unintentional as he said it was.

He looked like he hadn’t set foot in a city in his life--it was later on that you learned he had, and it was enough so to have him avoid them for the rest of his life.

“Seein’ you is probably the only reason I’ve been ridin’ out this far these days,” he admitted one night, his voice low as his breath tickled the back of your neck as you lay in bed together.

It had been a revelation that put such a warm feeling swelling in your chest while it also dropped a heavy, fearful stone into your gut. That had been the sign you got that this whole dynamic was getting more serious, and you weren’t the only one who had been feeling it.

You hadn’t intended to get close to him--he was a way to pass some time the first time you met him until a nervous looking man had walked into the saloon from the back door, staring at you from across the room until you were able to make your leave to attend to him. It hadn’t been a friendly conversation, a concern over a poor man’s debt that your boss eventually dismissed after he had sent you and a couple of his men to the debtor’s home to collect it.

That had been the way of things, and you had carried on as normal.

Well, not completely so. You kept running into the cowboy.

He had come and gone, not exactly open to telling you what he was doing there. You had no room to judge, you kept your past close to your chest. Still, a couple drinks and conversations were shared, the two of you growing closer as time went along. Arthur seemed to embody a lifestyle that you had only heard about in storybooks and novels about old gunslingers. Sure, you hadn’t exactly had an easy life, either. Growing up in the poorer areas of a city, your remaining parent doing what they could to keep food on the table until they were eventually gone, too. You knew the ins and outs of the city streets, and that had been valuable when Angelo Bronte picked you up off the street.

Though, with the eventual closeness you developed with Arthur, it was revealed that you may have had more in common with him than you had expected. Yet, he seemed more...free. He wasn’t tethered to Bronte, something you resented but were powerless against. It was either this or the streets. With how people started to know you were associated with Bronte, living on the streets was dangerous and it wasn’t something you wanted to risk.

Still, you kept that to yourself. Bronte, what you did for work, you didn’t tell Arthur anything about it. Even as you let him further in. Into your life, your home, your bed.

Despite everything, you could admit to you starting to miss him while he was gone, especially with only a letter every now and again saying he was coming.

So, the current moment? It was odd.

“I guess...well, I figured you might know this city better than I do,” he said once you let him into the apartment, “I’m lookin’ for someone. It’s real important I find him.”

“Well, I know the streets but people might be a little difficult…” you said, not liking where this was headed as you shut the door behind him.

“You heard of a man named Angelo Bronte?” he asked, glancing toward you as you paused somewhat.

Ah, shit. Shit, shit, shit.

You tried to not shut your eyes against the surge of thoughts that raced through your head at his question. Had he figured you out? What did he want with Bronte?

“...I mean, sure,” you returned, “I heard his name muttered around the streets here and there, but I don’t think I could tell you where he is. He’s a hard man to get to.”

“Yeah, you’re tellin’ me…” Arthur muttered, rubbing the back of his neck somewhat.

“What do you need him for?” you asked, wishing you could have been anywhere but there.

“I...We got some business, it’s just real important we find him,” Arthur said, meeting your gaze as you tried to keep your expression even.

“Well...he’s very rich, I doubt you’ll find him around these parts of the city,” you said, Arthur seeming to accept that with a small sigh.

“Alright, thank you for answerin’ my question,” he returned, making you nod lightly in return.

He seemed to pause a moment before stepping forward to pull you into a bit of an embrace, something you would have returned in full and yet in the moment you couldn’t hide how tense you were. Still, you rested your hands against his shoulders for a few moments before stepping away before there could be any further affection.

You knew you had to tell Bronte--if you didn’t and he knew you knew who was asking around for him, well you didn’t want to know what he’d do. Still, you could feel the tension mounting as Arthur cast you a strange look.

“Well...once this is sorted, I’ll come see ya proper, alright?”

“Sure,” you said with a quick nod, something he returned with a questioning look and grin before heading toward the door. You followed him toward it somewhat. Though, upon him glancing back as he moved to close the door, you found your voice again.

“Just...be careful,” you said, “Bronte...from what I’ve heard, he’s not a man to be underestimated.”

“I’ll try,” Arthur returned before shutting the door behind him, leaving you to bow your head and stare at the floor in thought.

There were many reasons he could have been looking for Bronte over, though you didn’t know if there was anything--unless…

***

“You’re back!”

You forced a small smile at the excited cry once you entered the room, Jack lifting his head from the toy he had been playing with, sitting on the bed in the room. Night had settled, leaving the room to be lit by the lanterns and hanging lights. It had been a while since you had returned to Bronte’s home, since you had last seen Arthur. If he was showing up that night, you weren’t too sure, but you had to know if he would be alone. Doing so would be a death wish--he seemed smarter than that, but you wanted to confirm. So, you ended up wandering down toward the room where Jack was being kept. It was...odd to see him so content staying there--you had been expecting more crying, asking for his parents. There was plenty of that in the beginning, but Bronte had a charm about him. Especially on the impressionable.

“How are you doing, friend?” you asked, kneeling somewhat at the edge of the bed so he didn’t have to look up at you.

“Good! Is Papa Bronte going to teach me more Italian words?”

“Maybe, when he’s not busy,” you replied, offering him a somewhat tight smile. “Though, actually, I wanted to ask you some questions.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Not too many,” you replied, “You remember how you said your parents lived with a big group of people?”

“Yeah!” he said with a quick nod before lighting up some. “Are they coming?”

“I-I’m sure they are, but I don’t know. I’m sorry,” you replied, “Though, do you remember the names of the other people you live with?”

Jack nodded somewhat enthusiastically, despite seeming to deflate somewhat at your answer about his parents.

“Do you know an Arthur?” you asked, “A big guy, has a black hat.”

“Yeah! Uncle Arthur!” Jack exclaimed, seemingly happy to hear about a familiar face.

Happy for him, not so much for you. You had to battle the sinking feeling in your gut from showing too much in your expression--maybe if you left now, you could avoid the confrontation. It seemed that Arthur was running with that group of outlaws Jack had been talking about--it was unlikely he would show up by himself. Warning Bronte might give you enough of his grace to not get into much trouble over tucking tail.

Not that it mattered, you already felt like shit over a number of things.

“Oh, good,” you returned, a little stiff but you offered him a small smile as you rose to your feet, “I think that’s all I…”

You trailed off at the sound of quick footfalls coming toward the room, a rather stern looking guard of the manor sticking his head in the door. He opened his mouth to speak, but you raised a hand before approaching the door more. Whatever was happening, you didn’t want to risk Jack making too much noise about it.

“We have some men approaching the house,” he stated, “Signor Bronte wants you to keep with the boy and join once we are sure there will be no shooting.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, turning to offer Jack another reassuring smile before slightly closing the door somewhat and stepping into the dark hallway.

It took a minute or two before, sure enough, you saw some of Bronte’s armed men escort three men in from outside. The first two you didn’t recognize, one of them being rather sharply dressed while the other had some notable scars on his face--the third, well, you knew very well. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like Arthur had seen you, following the other two into the room with their hands up.

A good sign.

You lingered, hearing some conversation from the other room--Bronte’s voice, mostly, though one of the newcomers was speaking to him as well. However, you noticed the shift in atmosphere, watching as the man nearest to the hallway subtly gestured you forward. Carefully, you moved toward them, watching as Arthur kept his eye on the man in front of him as he seemed to hover his hand over his pistol.

However, as you moved to stand beside the man who had gestured you toward him, Arthur’s gaze flickered toward you. It landed on you for a moment without much recognition until he lingered, the hardness to his gaze shifting somewhat into confusion and surprise. With a slow inhale against the tightness in your chest, you removed your revolver and raised it to point it toward his head, training your expression to be impassive.

Arthur’s, however, was pretty easy to read. That confusion shifted into some sort of anger--betrayal. Really, you knew a part of you wanted to say something--tell him something. Yet, you had no idea what you would even say. You already raised your weapon at him, there was no taking that back.

However, much as the tension was thicker than ever between you and Arthur, it seemed to break with a sharp laugh from Bronte in the parlor, claiming his love for the man currently threatening him--Dutch Van Der Linde, as he had been quick to introduce with a somewhat charming laugh of his own.

Thankfully, Arthur and his companions were invited to sit in the parlor with Bronte, giving you a minute to breathe as your lover’s gaze lingered on you for a moment before he turned to join the other two in the room without a word.

It was hard to focus, hard to keep your expression from giving the current situation away too much.

Still, unsurprisingly, Bronte managed to spin the situation for his benefit. Do something for him, they get their reward--it was a routine you knew very well. Considering the reward was Jack returning to them safely, it seemed like Dutch was fairly quick to push Arthur and the other man, John, to head into the cemetery. As the two of them rose and Dutch seemed to preoccupy himself with his drink for a moment, Bronte met your gaze and gestured lightly with his head.

Escort them outside, make sure they didn’t cause any issues.

You turned to walk out toward the front of the house, John very quickly left the grounds--you figured he must have been Jack’s father. However, Arthur found himself pausing before turning back to face you, taking a couple steps forward.

“You--” he hissed, pausing as you pressed a hand against his shoulder to keep him where he was.

“Later,” you stated, voice low. You held his gaze for a few moments, seeing the anger sitting there clear as day. You let out a light scoff, more bitter about your situation than at what you were seeing from Arthur. “I’m not sleeping tonight, you know where I live.”

Which meant that John, Dutch, and whoever else would know should he make it their business.

However, you had a feeling this was personal. As foolish as it may be, you didn’t put much stock into that thought.

“Arthur!” John called, pausing in the street, “The hell’re you doin’?”

The man in question shouldered off your touch, moving out toward the gate that was being held open for him. You lingered, watching him storm off toward his horse. It was almost funny--a few hours ago you had been joyously surprised to see him. All the conversations, the embraces, the kisses, the nights spent together…

You let out a low breath, turning to head back into the house to check on Jack and likely be forced to sit in on Dutch and Bronte’s conversation.

***

You knew it had to have been a while since you had left Bronte and Dutch at the house, returning back home to your own. Yet, it didn’t feel long enough until you heard the sound of hooves against cobblestone in the relative quiet of the streets, the noise stopping just outside your building. With a sigh, you rubbed at your eyes before rising from where you had been sitting at the edge of your bed.

Sure enough, a few hard knocks came at your door. Well, at least he was nice enough not to kick the damn thing in.

Though, Arthur was quick to slip into the room when you opened the door. He turned on you almost instantly, the confrontation you had been expecting ever since you had cut him off in the yard.

“Bronte?” he almost growled, completely tense but made no move to grab or corner you.

Still, you couldn’t help but spread your arms out at your sides somewhat as you stepped around him.

“You met the man,” you replied, “What do you make of him?”

“Real charmin’,” Arthur snapped, “Though, he didn’t make as much of an impression than you pointin’ a gun at my head!”

“I did what I was told,” you replied, letting out a sigh through your nose as Arthur scoffed.

“Was you just doin’ what you were told when you kidnapped a kid? That somethin’ you agreed with?”

“I don’t have the luxury to decide if that was agreeable or not!” you snapped, “I don’t get to question what Bronte does. If he starts questioning my loyalty, with all I know about him--you think he’d let me live a week?”

That seemed to stop that train of questions, Arthur turning his head away with his lips pressed into a thin line. He shook his head, running a hand over his mouth. As much as you were stern in making your point across, you were aware of how this must have hurt him. If you were being honest with yourself, it was ripping you apart. Ever since Jack had gleefully confirmed that you would have to defend Bronte in front of Arthur, you knew this was over.

Yet, it hurt. It hurt to see him like this, the anger and betrayal he carried in his body language. You took in a slow breath, biting the inside of your lip before letting it out through your nose. As much as you weren’t as foolish enough to do so, there was a part of you that wanted to reach out toward him. Comfort him.

“Arthur…” you started, the softer tone there despite yourself. However, that wasn’t lost on him.

“Oh, don’t you start,” he replied, the bite far from leaving his tone like it had done so with yours. You let him stand there in silence, you could almost see the wheels turning in his head, the heavy breathing.

“Tell me somethin’...” he continued, his tone tense but somewhat more calm, “All them times...all them times you kissed me, held me, made love to--they mean anythin’?”

“Yes,” you replied, stepping closer but stopped when it seemed like he didn’t want you to even do that, “Yes. Arthur...I had no idea why you had turned up earlier today.”

“I can’t believe this,” Arthur replied, shaking his head slightly.

“Bronte...he pulled me off the street when I was a kid,” you started, “Wasn’t out of the kindness of his heart, no--I was good at stealing, getting information. I learned pretty early on that his mercy and good graces are conditional. If I had turned on him in there, if he had known we were...I’d be dead.”

“Could’ve told me,” Arthur remarked, “Would’ve tried to protect you.”

“No,” you said around a bitter laugh, “I know you haven’t explored this city much, just the places I’ve taken you. You don’t know Bronte.”

“You don’t know Dutch,” he returned, turning to face you, “Y’know he’s gonna be milkin’ Bronte for all he’s worth. How things have been goin’, ain’t gonna be pretty.”

“I guess we’ll be seeing more of each other, then.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Arthur stated, narrowing his eyes, “This mean you gonna shoot me when you get the chance?”

“Are you going to do the same?” you challenged, tilting your head, “Taking Bronte out, taking me out--you’ll be doing me a favor. It doesn’t matter what I want, I can’t leave.”

Not unless Bronte was gone.

Arthur let out a sigh, shaking his head as he pressed a hand against his temple for a moment before dropping it back down to his side. “Can’t believe this.”

“Me too,” you muttered, “I’m not going to beg you to stay, I knew as soon as I pointed that gun that everything before then was gone.”

“...Jack’s gettin’ welcomed back by his family and I’m here with you,” Arthur said, narrowing his eyes before shaking his head and turning to head back toward the door before he paused a moment. “I ain’t gonna beg you to change sides, but...well, I don’t need to warn you.”

“No. No, you don’t.”

He really didn’t. Yet, you knew if Dutch and Bronte went head to head...there was a chance that Bronte could be gone. There was a chance you could be free from this. It didn’t matter with the deeds you had already committed under his guidance, the people you had hurt--Arthur now included. Still, there was a chance.

Yet, as you heard your door shut heavily behind Arthur, you knew that you’d be alone regardless of the outcome.

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 11: Discharge Plan

Characters: Captain Syverson x OFC (Shane Dawson)

Summary: The highs of Shane and Sy’s first weekend as a couple are followed up by some big news from Sy, leading to our couple’s first fight.

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Word Count: 2.7

Warnings: Language, mature themes, smut, sort of unprotected sex, rough-ish sex, angst, alcohol consumption,

Author’s Note: First off, I wanna talk about the word “victuals.” I’ve loved this word for a long time, even though it makes no sense, phonetically as it actually rhymes with the “fiddles” or “riddles.”(It’s true, look it up!) It’s very pastoral and somewhat archaic, so you don’t hear it too much anymore in current writing about the present, but I just felt like Sy would say it. Secondly, it was really hard for me to put my darlings through the argument in this chapter. I want them to have only happy times…but that provides no tension or motivation for story development…and I want to keep writing them more than I want them to be happy… I guess I finally understand why authors torture their characters! Lol! It might take a bit of time for me to sort out what their relationship looks like adding the distance factor, but I have some ideas that might work. Also, it might be an opportunity to do a bit more of Sy’s perspective, which I thoroughly enjoy, and may go back and fill in some blanks for him in between chapters I’ve already done. I hope you all enjoy this installment of the Treatment of Captain Syverson! Feedback in any form is always appreciated!

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The rest of the weekend was spent in blissful relaxation. Sy went to his place to feed Aika and bring her over at Shane's insistence. The dog had been slightly standoffish with her, but Sy assured her that it was in her nature to be aloof, and that she needed to be engaged or instructed to behave more doglike.

"It's her training. She's still a soldier. It's hard for us to shake those habits. Like me calling you 'ma'am' at first."

"She's another die hard. I respect that." she chuckled, scratching Aika behind her perked ears, and eliciting pants of contentment from her.

Sy's skills with a spatula were unmatched. That was to say, he made the best pancakes she'd ever had. They almost didn't need syrup…almost. They ordered an obscene amount of Chinese takeout which lasted them about three meals each. Sunday evening, though, which had a gloom to it no matter the circumstances, required some comfort food. They agreed on pasta, so Shane made up some of her famous alfredo sauce and probably twice the recommended portion of pasta for two humans to consume. There were no leftovers. Sy had three helpings, himself. Three heaping bowls of it. Shane couldn't handle more than one and a half servings, even though she wanted to gorge herself. She knew too much would make her ill.

When they weren't eating, the were cuddling on the couch, or in Shane's bed. They watched more Parks and Rec, and a few other films and shows that Sy requested, just to break things up. Their bodies were constantly wrapped in each other, leading to frequent bouts of making out, fooling around, and sex in almost every room of the house.

Her favorite had been the shower. She insisted on getting cleaned up, but Sy had objections.

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"I'll be less than ten minutes, come on, I reek! You can't wanna kiss me when I smell like this!" she said, trying to shut the bathroom door on the human mack truck before her. Broad and formidable.

"You smell like sex, and…me, darlin. I've never wanted to kiss you more," he said, backing her up toward the shower doors. "but I guess if you must. Lemme help, though." he pulled open the glass door, forcing her into his captivating kiss, and maneuvering her backward into the walk-in, stone tile shower. He pulled off her tank top, capturing her breasts in his hands and mouth for a moment before kneeling to remove her shorts and kiss her thighs. He pulled himself away too quickly and started the water flowing.

"Sy, you're fully dressed!" he was barefoot, but otherwise, in jeans and her favorite of his tees. The letters DILLIGAF across a skull, black on red. She always laughed on the inside when she saw it. Because although Sy often had to put on a calloused and brusque act when he'd been an officer in the Army, he was terribly soft and sweet when the occasion called for it. The irony being that although he didn't look like he gave a fuck, he actually did.

"I've got more clothes in the truck and you've got a dryer." he maneuvered her under the pulsing stream of the showerhead. "Gotta get you wet." he let the water run through her hair as he reached for her shampoo, a coconutty concoction that reminded her of summer, squeezed a bit into his hand, and lathered it up. He worked the suds into her wet hair gently, raking his nails across her scalp in a way that excited and ignited every atom in her. She sighed at his touch which made him groan with need.

He tilted her head back to rinse the lather out and reached for the conditioner. He was a bit more generous with it than strictly necessary, but she didn't protest. He pulled her hair forward in two sections, one over each shoulder and worked the emollient into the strands. His hands slick from the product, he ran them over her breasts and her abdomen and hips…between her legs. There her own arousal was primed to combine with the tropical unction. She gasped as he worked his fingers over her, slow at first, but speeding up, only to slow again. When she finally whimpered in frustration, he undid his jeans, and backed her up to the stony grey wall, not giving a fuck, as his shirt had suggested, that he and his clothes were getting soaked. His only care now apparently, was to satisfy the simpering cries of "yes, please." from Shane.

His first few thrusts were slow and measured, knowing that she was still adjusting to his size. But it didn't take long for him to lose control. She wasn't sure what was making him like this, but she was not complaining in the least. The texture of his jeans on her bare, wet thighs was a sensation she wouldn't soon forget. She gripped at him, holding onto his shirt for dear life as her climax built to impossible heights.

She was loving the way he lost himself in the ferocity of the act. And his release led to hers immediately. She wrapped herself around him in blissful embrace, and whispered his name as a prayer.

"Sorry, darlin,' I meant to…"

"It's okay. I'm on the pill and I'm not at a particularly dangerous time in my cycle."

He kissed her tenderly and reached for her bath puff and some body wash. "Well, let’s get ya cleaned up."

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The only good part about Monday was that she'd be treating him. Although, he was scheduled in the afternoon. Her morning would drag on eternal.

He greeted her with a typical "hey, susnshine" and she led him into the gym, feeling his gaze on her ass, wanting, even though they'd just left each other quite satisfied that morning. He was freshly showered, beard well groomed, and his hair growing back in very nicely. He'd asked her weeks ago whether he should keep the buzzed look or not, and she had been entirely for growing it out. She wanted something to run her hands through. She'd be fine if it was at least shoulder length, but she wouldn't push that on him.

They did their normal warm up on the bikes, followed by some plyometric drills, which made him scowl at her in a way that lit her up like a firecracker. But the fact that he was able to jump up onto the box was encouraging. He couldn't have done that a month ago. He was progressing so well and was so close to his long term goals and discharge. It almost made Shane sad. It wasn't as though they wouldn't see each other, but having him break up the insanity of her day three times a week for just an hour was invaluable.

As they were doing their usual end of the session stretch in her treatment room, and she noted the improved range of motion he was getting, he broke the amiable silence with a question.

"Hey, can I bring a pizza or somethin' over for dinner tonight after you get off?"

"Sure!" she could tell there was something he wanted to say, but was holding back. She prodded. "Everything okay? You've been a bit…off today."

"I'm good. Just a little distracted." he deflected by touching her hip, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. She swatted him away.

"Not here, Sy."

"But that makes it fun!" he pouted.

"No, that really could get me fired! Getting frisky on company time!"

"Mmmm, I'd love to frisk you right now." he reached between their legs to try and grab her again, but she thwarted him and pinned his wrists at his ears.

"Cool it, cowboy, or your last two sessions are gonna make you wish you'd never met me." she threatened.

"Ain't nothin', nothin' on God's good green earth could make me wish that, sunshine." His stunning blue eyes softened her resolve and she let go, continuing to stretch him.

"Still…cool it." she grinned.

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She'd just had time to change into some comfy clothes, wash her face, and put her hair up when her doorbell rang.

Sy stood smiling under the porch light, a modern white knight, carrying a large pizza from Pizza Hut and a six pack of Miller High Life.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes! And it's nice to see you too, Sy!" she laughed, teasing him.

"Should I leave the victuals and go?" he asked, mock concern on his sarcastic brow.

"Get in here, soldier."

She got out napkins and paper plates because as horrible as it sounded, she just couldn't think about doing dishes tonight. She was even glad Sy had brought drinks in disposable or recyclable containers, and not wine, which she tended to prefer. She was exhausted, but not upset, which made the silence they ate in bearable. Sy still seemed to have something on his mind, though.

"Did you have something you wanted to talk about tonight, Sy?"

"Kinda, yeah, uh…it's kind of a big thing for me, and I know this is new, what we have, but…well, I'll just tell ya."

"Go on." she encouraged, worried.

"I…I talked to my old CO about jobs in the private sector. He referred me to a company that…well it's sort of an employment agency for vets. Mostly security for private companies and individuals. I had a phone interview with them this past Tuesday. I just got a call this morning that they want to meet me in person to finalize everything. Mostly a formality. When I go for that, I'll also have to stay there a couple of weeks to a month for training."

"Where is this…gig?" She said, flat affect hiding the feelings brewing under her skin.

"The offices are in Charlottesville…Virginia. And there may be some cross country training there in Shenandoah National Park."

"Cross country…by that do you mean survival training?" She was still cool, but getting more livid.

"You could call it that, I guess. But it won't be a challenge for me. I'm more worried about the technical stuff." His bravado and flippancy about the whole endeavor was enraging her. The thought that he'd be in the wilderness alone, was only a fraction of the big picture. He was going away for a month? And he had known about the job for a week now. A week in which so much about their relationship had changed, and shifted. How could he think she'd just accept this without a bit of raging.

"You waited until after we slept together to tell me this. You did it on purpose, Sy." that was the biggest problem, she thought. The fact that he seemed to be hiding it from her. It brought back old trauma that she thought he'd never have subjected her to.

"Yes and no, Shane. I wasn't intentionally keeping anything from you, I just didn't wanna bring it up until somebody bit."

"You wanted to keep me in the dark about something you were excited about? How do you think that makes me feel?"

"I didn't wanna get your hopes up or mine. Honestly."

"Saying 'honestly' doesn't make it honest, Sy. I've told you about everything that Elliott put me through. The lies. The secrets. This puts a bad taste in my mouth. You have to see that. Can't you?"

"Oh, sunshine, I--"

"No, please. Do not do that right now. Don't call me sunshine when all I can see is the night."

"I'm so sorry. My intention was not to make you feel in any way like that asshole ever did. Please hear me when I say that. I want to be the opposite of him in your mind in every way, darlin.' Please believe that."

There was so much sincerity in his voice, now nearing tearfulness that she felt he must be telling her the truth. She nodded. But was still apprehensive about the nature of the job and the training.

"But…what if you get hurt again?"

"I won't. You've all but fixed me, Shane. I'm stronger than ever."

"Can't you just…find a safe job? Here?" She was being selfish. She couldn't help it. Even though she knew she might regret it.

"Sit at a desk, ya mean? Deliver pizzas?" he indicated the box between them on the table. "Call people and ask them if they're happy with their cable services, Shane? Is that all I'm good for now?" he was angry.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"No, of course not. You're a PT. That's what you were meant to do, right? Well, imagine if you couldn't do that no more. Something or another, an injury, perhaps, or just plain ol' shitty situation, left you in a position where you couldn't go back. Couldn't do your dream job. Couldn't fulfill your purpose." he spat. "Wouldn't you do anything you could to be some shadow of what you were meant to be?"

She couldn't speak. Because he was right in so many ways.

"Because right now, I'm nothin'. I'm not doin' anyone any good. I'm a drain on my country, the one I swore to protect with my very life. It's like I've broken an oath. And it's fractured my soul."

"I see that. I truly do. But I need you here. You do ME good, Sy. I'm already half dreading d/c'ing you. I don't wanna have to say a goodbye, too." it was her truth. But it hit him very much sideways.

"So…what is it, Shane? You only want me when I'm broken? You only want me so you can fix me?"

"No, of course not! That's not what--"

"Am I a charity case to ya now? Is that why ya finally gave in and let me in your bed?"

"Sy, no!" she was crying now. It had hurt so much to think that he could have gotten that from what she'd said.

"I think if you can have feelings hurt about this situation then so can I."

He stood to leave, but she caught him by the wrist.

"Shane…you know I would never, ever harm you. But please… don't test my limits. Let… go." She did.

She was still quite a bit faster than him, so she ran ahead and blocked the door.

"Move." he insisted. She didn't.

"Hear me out, and then I'll let you go."

He crossed his arms and nodded, his gaze still one of cold steel.

"Sy, I didn't mean to make this job that you're clearly excited for into a source of anguish or to make it about me. I'm thrilled that you're going to get to do something you want in another field. I really am. I just…being with you has made me realize how good life can really be. And even if you'd told me before we slept together, I would have said the same thing. It was selfish of me to haul my baggage into the conversation when you aren't, have never been, and could never be Elliot. His best couldn't compare with your worst. And I will do my best in the future to think about who you are before I complain about the work you find to do."

"It's like I said about Aika before. She's a soldier. Hard trained. And so am I. It took a lot of hard work for me to get where I am, so much that it fundamentally altered who I am as a person. Now, in my opinion, those changes were for the better. I was kind of a shit before I became a soldier, thought the sun rose and set with me. I got some perspective and met some good people…lost some, too. Saw some shit I can't unsee. Some of it haunts me to this day, and I figure it always will. But I reckon if I can keep fighting the fight somehow. Keep protecting people in whatever way I can, my training and experience won't be a total waste."

"I understand and respect that, Sy. And I will back you in any way I can. I'll water your plants, I'll keep Aika whenever you're gone, I'm here for you."

"Oh, shit! I wasn't even thinking about having to leave my dog behind! Maybe this WON'T work!" he chuckled.

"Second fiddle to another woman already. I knew you were gonna break my heart, Captain Logan Syverson."

"Never intentionally, sunshine." he hugged her, tight, and with his whole body. Their argument in the past and their future an exciting mystery. Shane had never felt so safe and loved.

Up Next: Chapter 12: Final Home Exercise Program

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"Working 9-5, what a way to make a living"

survey by lets-make-surveys

1 - What is it that do you for a living? How long have you been doing that particular job? Have mentioned this a few times, but I work at a PR agency which lets me work with a number of local and international brands and help them out with their campaigns. I’ve been with the company for 6ish months when I first started as an intern, but I officially got hired as an associate 4 months ago.

I had originally sent a letter of interest since they didn’t have any vacancies at the time, and they got back to me with an internship offer and told me they’ll get back to me should they have any openings; so it’s nice that they kept their word.

2 - Did you need to go to university or college in order to do the job that you do? I mean I think it helped my chances of scoring the job, and the skills I picked up in taking up journalism definitely remains useful; but ultimately, I don’t think people need degrees to be able to work as long as they prove to be capable.

3 - Do you work a 9-5 job or are your hours a lot more flexible? It’s a 9–6, but we have a lunch break so it’s technically 8 hours. The hours get more flexible the higher your position.

4 - Do you have to wear a uniform for your job or do you get to wear whatever you want? What is it that you typically wear to work? We don’t have a uniform but we do have a dress code. Not that I have to strictly follow it in the meantime, since we’re WFH and I always work in my loungewear lol.

5 - What are the best bits about your job? What about the worst bits? The best is that it’s literally a fun job. We make cute curated kits for media and bloggers on a regular basis, we interact with celebrities and influencers, and it’s nice to write press releases and other materials that don’t strictly adhere to the rigid and robotic journalistic style that I had to use throughout college. Plus it’s always fun to be the first to be in the know of what campaigns or launches brands are coming up with, hahaha. It’s especially fun on my part since I actually consume the brands that I work with ;)

Worst part would have to be dealing with pesky clients, or clients that have no idea what direction they want to take. As an agency, of course it’s our job to help them; but when a client sounds completely clueless, that affects the pitches that we present as well. PR crises also stress me out, but luckily we’re led by an amazing team of bosses who handle everything smoothly.

6 - How many jobs (including your current one) have you had in total? Just this one. I’ve also had two internships as well, both in PR.

7 - How old were you when you got your first job? What was it that you did? I was 22. I recognize how lucky I am to score a job during the pandemic, so I definitely haven’t taken this opportunity for granted.

8 - As a teenager, did you ever babysit, wash cars or walk dogs in order to make a bit of extra money? No, babysitting isn’t really the norm here. My parents used to give me a weekly allowance when I was still a student.

9 - Are you working in the field you wanted to work in when you were younger? I’ve gone a slightly different route. PR is still under the umbrella of journalism, but I’ve done away with the news reporting and documentary-making side of it.

10 - How may days a week do you work? Do you work full or part-time hours? Monday to Friday. I work full-time, with the occasional overtime because of how hectic everything is most of the time.

11 - Do you make good money for what you do? Can you live comfortably on the money you earn? What I earn is the standard starting salary for most fresh grads so I’m not actively complaining about it, but it could be more tbh. I for sure can’t live alone with what I make. All I’m really looking for at this point in my life is to have enough to give my parents and be able to give myself the occasional treat, so overall I’m okay with how much I make.

12 - Aside from bills/rent/mortgage/groceries, what do you spend most of your income on? Food, heh.

13 - What job have you enjoyed doing the most? What about the least? I’ve only had one job.

14 - Have you ever worked the night shift? Did you enjoy it? If not, is it something you'd ever consider doing in the future? No, and I wouldn’t consider it. It’s just a lot more convenient to get my work done during the day and be able to rest at night.

15 - Given the choice, would you want to work for yourself or for someone else? Not sure if I have it in me to run my own company or business.

16 - Would you ever be able to work with your partner and maintain your sanity? Probably not, but I think it depends on how we mesh. In my past experience, I couldn never work in harmony with Gab on some college projects we worked on because our work habits were very different. I’m super uptight and like being able to lead and attend to every detail, while she’s super independent. This is why I like working with Bea, who's very by-the-book and likes to direct every aspect of my deliverables.

17 - Do you work in a job where your appearance is important, or do you have to dress practically instead? Appearance is for sure a factor. We’re constantly handling events and managing clients, so we definitely have to make it look like it’s a ~glamorous job, at least on the outside.

18 - Have you ever had a big argument with a co-worker? What happened? No, and I’m very non-confrontational so I hope to never have to deal with this situation. Luckily we’re all very close-knit and able to maturely deal with mistakes and disagreements.

19 - Have you ever had a romantic relationship with someone you met through work? Did things work out in the long run? No. I’m not sure I’d want to entertain something like this, since it could be awkward if we broke up; I’m also worried it would affect not just my work, but also the dynamic and the vibe in the workplace.

20 - If you could do any job in the world (assuming you'd earn a decent living from it), what would you do and why? Probably a writer in the lifestyle beat where I get to try out all the fancy hotels to stay at and all the best steaks to eat for free, lol. I have media contacts who do exactly this and I loooove following their lives. I’d also be a lawyer, if only I wasn’t such a crybaby in arguments.

21 - If you won the lottery (assuming you won enough to live off comfortably), would you give up work? Most likely.

22 - Have you ever walked out of a job without giving notice? What were the circumstances surrounding it? Never. Again, too afraid of confrontation or consequences lol. I’d most likely do this if there was a group walkout, though.

23 - Have you ever been formally disciplined at work for any reason? What happened? Nope.

24 - Have you ever been sacked from a job before? I haven’t.

25 - What are the best workplace benefits you've ever had in a job? Do you have any in your current workplace? In my orientation I was told that the company has annual outings abroad, which I found fucking sweeeeeeeet?! Most, if not all, companies just do out-of-towns, so the fact that there’s enough budget to go to countries like Japan sounds super fun.

Not necessarily a ~workplace benefit~ but I also appreciate how my employer gives a big emphasis on mental health and self-care. It’s nice not to be treated like a cog or a robot.

26 - Do you work in the same location everyday, or do you find yourself travelling around a lot? I work at home, so... but based on what I’ve picked up from my co-workers’ conversations, they did regularly have to travel to our clients’ headquarters or offices pre-pandemic to hold meetings and present decks and stuff.

27 - Have you ever turned up to work drunk or high? Did you get caught or did you end up in trouble? Nah. I wouldn’t dare to do so either.

28 - Are you currently working towards any kind of promotion or payrise? Do you think you'll have any luck? I mean, that is obviously the goal; but I have a long way to go.

29 - Have you ever had a boss that you felt was incompetent or poor at their job? Did you ever tell them how you felt? Mmm no, not so far. I did recently get a new manager since Bea got promoted, but I think she’s been competent so far.

30 - Do you earn an annual salary or are you paid hourly? Not sure how to answer this because math HAHA but I get paid every two weeks.

#survey #surveys

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Gossip Girl Rewatch

I decided to rewatch GG for the first time in 8(?) years. I haven’t touched the show since it ended and it’s interesting the views that have and haven’t changed. For my own amusement, the big things I liked/hated I will discuss as well as any other significant changes.

Chuck and Blair

You know what, yeah they were toxic but honestly I still ship them as much as I did before. Not only that but from season 1 to 4 we saw how they could be good and right for each other but also how they could be so wrong and destructive. From the end of season 2 we knew clearly they loved each other in an all consuming way but they were both broken and Chuck so much more so (honestly talk about the worst family and childhood ever) that they didn’t know how to handle or put limits on that amount of love. By having both let go at the end of season 4 we had season 5 to see Chuck become a man worthy of love through his relationships to others (Monkey is cute as) and through therapy which I wish we had seen and heard more of - he never went to Blair with a hidden agenda to bring her into his orbit for romance, he only did that once when Dan set it up because it was clear that in that moment Blair’s happiness included Chuck and then the next episode to try and understand what had changed and then because her own mother asked him. During that season we even got the clear juxtaposition of his former self by having Bart there to see just how much better he was at handling emotions and life changes.

While Blair got to explore the other types of love to determine which she wanted for herself in season 5, as Blair said herself it was her season to “run away and try to kill” that intense love that had her losing her way. She had always had a fairytale in mind and she got it and it nearly destroyed her and everything that made Blair herself. She then got her simple love, that was easy and she was content but ultimately that wasn’t for Blair who has always been passionate about something. The difference was this time she wanted the passionate but knew who she was as a sole person, she finally saw herself and had validation from the one person more influential then Chuck - her mother. In season 6 I appreciated the second time around how they had this understanding and communication over them wanting to set up a future for themselves separate from their relationship before fully committing and building their lives together. This help Blair complete her powerful women arc and also helped end Chuck’s history of unhealthiness in dealing with business and Blair - he kept her separate until he needed to scheme and them scheming together, using powers for good was never framed as a bad thing but as part of there skill as a lower couple. I also loved how naturally they both could fit in and help the other achieve what they wanted in a true partnership, demonstrating the way they knew each other, could bring out the best in each other and work as a team. Funnily enough watching it again I have a new head canon of Chuck and Blair in the 5 year time jump and beyond with them actually having one of the most settled and “normal” relationships and lives because they got their not boring out during the show and the circumstances of their wedding - normal would probably be a relief lol.

Season 5

I didn’t actually watch a lot of season 5 when it aired because I couldn’t but I read reviews and such and I hated majority of what I read. But forcing myself to watch it I...still hated it. Louis stayed way to long and Blair was just a bad character. I appreciated her friendship with Dan, but the relationship just wasn’t one I could get onboard with; something always felt off. I also loved Chuck working on himself, his friendship with Dan, and Monkey was pointless but cute so I enjoyed that and Chuck just really given things and his happiness up for Blair’s until it became obvious that Blair’s happiness lead back to him. I liked seeing the darker side of Serena but wish she had joined forces with Nate and Chuck more. The 100th episode was not “a love letter” and I stick by that. I used to hate but now love that Bart came back and was everything Chuck had imagined him to be. The first half of season 5 tonally felt like a completely different show so even though I didn’t like the Dair relationship it was easier and more enjoyable to watch than Louis.

Dan and Blair

I used to hate everything about them together, but now I enjoy their friendship and wish they had kept that between them. I didn’t like how Blair went back to judging his status in season 6. That brings me to the one thing I really dislike and that is how they ended. It was obviously done to cause some drama in season 6 but I feel there could have been a great moment of conversation between the two where they talked out her choosing Chuck and they could have maintained a friendship. Romantically I didn’t buy it, to me I found it one sided or just off somehow but I understand why others could ship them but it’s not for me and I was happy for it to be a relationship that led them (more so Blair) to an understanding of what they want. For Blair it was that while she could have safe and easy love and be content she would rather the passionate love that could bring her to the happiest she has ever been. For Dan I would say he wanted that role of ultimate insider.

Dan and Serena

I always liked season one and to a lesser extent season 2 versions of them. But afterwards initially no, I hated that they ended the show together and thought both (Serena) could do better. However, rewatching knowing what I know now (Dan is GG) is slightly different. I still love season 1 and to a lesser extent season 2 them but I found myself actually rooting for season 6 them, I felt the shock again when it was revealed that Dan had set things up but I also understood him a lot more that the feelings were genuine. I also could see why Serena could be so forgiving especially after her GG stint in season 5. The one thing I still disagree with though is the line that Dan being GG was him writing a love letter to them all, just no girl. I will say though that may head canon for them is that in between that 5 year time jump their relationship was still a little back and forth and not as settled as Chuck and Blair which I use Lily’s line of “I never thought we would get here” as my proof.

Bart’s Return

Oh I did not like that when it aired. I found it so soapy but on rewatch yes it was soapy but I also loved to see not only that Bart was exactly as Chuck imagined (and that we had actually seen - remember he was the one who swayed Chuck as the end of season one) but we also saw how Chuck was different to him and how he had grown. Chuck was fairly open about his feelings to Bart, even initially instigating a hug until it was clear that Bart and his feelings equal weakness self was there. In season 6 I found the decision to take down Bart extreme and a soapy device but they had set Bart up as this ultimate powerful bad guy that would have destroyed everyone’s lives so the only way for it to end was by him dying again.

Vanessa

I hated her on the first watch but on the second one I didn’t but I also can almost pin point the second that they had no clue what to do with her. On rewatch I actually liked her character but also feel like she was treated badly by other characters and ultimately the writers. I wish we had gotten a small glimpse of what she was up to after the time jump (she was the only character we didn’t see then) but I will stick with my initial thought that her season 3 faux dreadlock look was not it.

Rufus and Lily

On initial viewing I was really disappointed that they didn’t end up together and that she ended up with William but on rewatch. I think it made an odd amount of sense. Lily and Rufus had a lot of love but ultimately were different in fundamental ways that just couldn’t transpire to long term happiness. William blackmailing his way into her life was (funny I laughed when Ivy was going off) not great but out of everything in Lily’s life that was the least of issues. I do still love the call back to the end of season 1 though by having Lisa Loeb end up with Rufus.

Blair and Serena

Not much changed with my opinions but I will say I could see the systematic way they slowly broke Blair and Serena’s bond in season 5. Every time they called each other their best friend it started to feel insincere to the point where Blair even dating Dan a guy Serena had been and was so clearly I n love with didn’t even feel like something she should consider as wrong because that was something a best friend did. I don’t know if I feel they built them up enough after the events of season 5 but I also believe they wanted there friendship instead of being “stuck with each other” as Blair so elegant put in the season 6 premiere.

I’m sure there are a lot of other thoughts I have forgotten and some I have communicated terribly but ultimately I was surprised to find myself actually enjoying the rewatch. Watching in binge form was definitely an appeal but it also gave me some understanding and enjoyment to storylines I had previously disliked.

#gossip girl #chuck and blair #chair #blair and serena #opinions #rewatch #binge

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bad timing

REQUEST: “ so you know when george loses his ear? with the head injury he gets amnesia but one of the things he remembers is how much he loves the reader (mutual pining but nothing has ever been said bc oblivious dorks r my fave) and he is convinced they must be together bc he is filled with adoration and spends all his time telling reader and his family how smitten he is and how lucky he is and the reader is all !!!!!! and tries to tell george he's mistaken that it's his injury and he's like NONSENSE you are the love of my life and like yeah... that's how a bump to the head finally knocks some sense into two idiots” by @newtandtheseus

A/N: This was Rosie’s request after winning a place in my giveaway! she told me the idea and I’m super excited to write it!!!

WARNINGS: None lol. Some angst.

WORD COUNT: 2K

DESCRIPTION: George gets his head bonked when his ear gets chopped off. It changes what was before a pretty tense situation between the two of you into you observing with quite a bit of shock, a very goofy and in love George Weasley.

George didn't know a damn thing that was going on. While this was in the most technical sense an over exaggeration, right now it felt pretty right. He looked at everyone hovered above him, recognizing faces but missing a few names or understanding where he was, and George let out a groan before simply saying what first came to his head when his twin --oh hell how could he not remember that name-- asked him how he felt.

“Saintlike.”

His mother seemed to grow paler, as did you-- before he followed up with “’Cause I’m holey-- geddit?”

You rolled your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose as Molly gave George some most needed pain relief potion.

“Glad to know you’ll be alright Weasley.”

Adoring eyes met your very confused ones when the red haired man on the couch sleepily mumbled, “Who’s Weasley?”

George watched as simultaneously, around the whole room everyone shot each other a concerned look. His eyes went back to being locked onto yours, with an amount of dedication that you’d longed for before but now seemed unnerving in these circumstances. Fred gave you a quick glance before patting George’s hand.

“Just go to sleep, alright mate?”

With a hum, the eldest Weasley twin fell asleep.

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Later, when George woke up it took him a long while to remember what had happened. Even then he could tell there were lots of holes in his memory.

He’d been hurt. He’d lost an ear. He was here with his family. You were here. There were also other people at the house as well but George didn’t have a damn idea who those were, other than knowing the faces.

When you came into his view though, something huge came crashing into his memory.

He loved you.

He couldn’t remember how you met but he knew for sure that he’d adored you for years.

You had a frown stitched onto your face that you couldn’t remove. Almost a mirror image of Molly. “Is he going to be okay? I dunno how much he remembers.”

You’d known George for years-- and had settled into an odd situation with him romance wise. You were in love with him, entirely, but it had never worked out between you two when you actually wanted it to. He starts to like you? You’d just started dating someone else. You want to ask him out? He was snogging someone around the corner.

Truly, it was a frustrating situation.

Fred seemed rather sure of himself though, as he patted you on the back and led you back to the couch where George was resting. “Don’t worry-- We’ll figure out what he knows.” Fred perched himself on the couch next to George, and you settled down on the floor, your head about the same level as George’s. “So-- we’re gonna figure out what you know, and get you caught up. Ready mate?”

George had a bit of trouble tearing his gaze from you, but managed to look at his twin. “Alright, sounds good.”

“Do you know your name?”

“George.”

There was a sigh of relief on your end. This entire situation had caused an absurd amount of stress, more than you wanted to admit. “Do you know where you are?”

There was a pause from George, “England.” at you and his twin’s peering eyes he admitted a bit more sheepishly, “Don’t know any more than that. I can’t remember a lot.”

Fred shot George a cheerful grin. “Don’t worry Georgie-- you’ll start remembering things soon. You’re at the Burrow. It’s where we grew up. Do you remember my name?”

Later on, Fred wouldn’t lie to George that it hurt that he didn’t remember his name, but for the moment Fred hid it well enough when George shook his head.

“I’m sorry. I know it starts with an ‘F’ though--”

“You’re close! It sounds like an ‘F’. It’s Philip. George and Philip is what everyone always calls us.”

The scowl you shot at Fred was second only to his mothers. “Don’t mess with him like that Fred!”

George glanced between you and Fred, “Is Fred his middle name?”

Fred broke into a series of snickers, and felt just a bit better about everything now that there was a bit more humor in the situation. “Sorry George. My name’s Fred, not Philip. We like pranking, if you don’t remember that.”

“I remember that. Just like I remember being the funnier one.”

The brotherly banter you were so used to was back in full force, which provided a level of comfort to you that you could never articulate. Like that you stood up, about to say something about getting some water or seeing if Molly thought now would be a good time to move George since he seemed more aware.

Only to be stopped by a tight grasp on your hand. Looking down you saw that look on George’s face again. That smile that grazed his lips. It made your heart do a series of flips.

“We’re in love.” The certainty with which George said that left you gobsmacked, as well as the fact that he said it with Fred right next to you two.

“We--” you looked at Fred for help, and found none as the man wore a delighted smile.

Fred always was a lover of chaotic things like this.

What an asshole.

“I love you and you love me and we’re dating, aren’t we?”

You felt a heat spread across your face. “No-- no we aren’t together George. We’ve never dated before.”

“We’ve gotta be though! I know it-- I love you to bits and I remember that. How would I feel that way if we weren’t in love?”

You tried to stammer out a response when you heard the giddy voice of Molly Weasley from the doorway. “You two are in love?”

Fred jammed his fist in his mouth as he tried not to laugh, and you decided to give him a solid whack upside the head later.

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The last few days had been a little hard on you. In an odd way. It was at first filled with you hearing wonderful things about how much George loved you and how lucky he was that you two were dating. Now though, as George’s memory was starting to come back you could see when he realized something he thought before was wrong.

Before, he’d looked at you with so much love and adoration, and now he just seemed sad and confused when he saw you.

Molly had asked you to bring him some tea, in a gesture you were sure was part of her plan for you and George to get together.

George propped himself up in bed when he heard the door opening. He couldn’t hide the mixed emotions he felt when he saw you-- namely, embarrassment.

He had spent so much time talking about how lucky he was to have you, how much he adored you to his family, and while they seemed happy-- they had broken the news to him that no-- you two weren’t together. You’d never been together actually.

Truly, he couldn’t remember either way-- but George didn’t know who else he could trust if he didn’t trust his family.

“Your mum asked to bring you some tea.”

George tore his eyes away from you and focused on an old stain on his blanket. “Thank you, y/n”

You paused for a little while, not sure what to say that would help. “You already asked your family a lot of questions didn’t you?” When he looked at you with a nod you continued, “Do you have any questions for me?” You sat on the edge of his bed, and gave him a smile.

George’s heart did a few flips, and he started with the question that was at the forefront of his mind. “Are we together?”

“No. We’ve never dated.” It hurt to have to say that, especially seeing how crestfallen he looked. “We’ve-- well, how much do you remember about school?”

“Not a lot.” George racked his mind for a moment. Pranks-- Leaving Hogwarts on a broom-- glimpses of you-- Quidditch-- his siblings. “I remember things, but a lot’s not there.”

“You and me have bad timing. There’s been a few times where we’ve wanted to-- or I’ve heard...” You clamped your mouth shut as you tried to get your words in order. “There’s been a lot of times where I’ve wanted to ask you out and it’s just been a bad time. Fred told me that something like that had happened with you too-- but I can’t be sure about that...”

His head hurt almost constantly now, and this conversation wasn’t helping. “So we’ve never dated?”

“No.”

“But we’ve almost dated?”

“Yeah.”

George’s brow crinkled at how ridiculous this all sounded. “Does that mean you love me too?” he could see the hesitation in your eyes, and while George didn’t remember a whole lot he knew what that look meant. He shot upwards in bed, “You do! I was right! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Now it was your turn to have a red face. “Georgie-- you just got a concussion! You didn’t remember your last name until yesterday! It’s-- it didn’t really feel all that ethical to lean into what you were putting out! Pretty sure it’s not!”

“But I was right we love each other!”

“Yes! But--”

You weren’t able to get any words of protest out, as you felt George scoop you into his arms and give you a crushing hug.

It wasn’t until now that you were aware how much emotions could be conveyed from physical touch. Truly, this was the most loved you’d ever felt. Your lip wobbled a tiny bit as you tried to keep yourself from tearing up. Scrambling a bit so you could be more square in his lap, you could feel the big grin on his lips pressed against your shoulder. “You’re still not well though Georgie--”

“Don’t care.” his voice was muffled against your shoulder. “You said we had bad timing before. I don’t care about timing. We’re in love.”

Like that you let yourself melt against him, pulling away just enough to press a searing kiss to his lips. You gently cradled his face, careful to avoid touching his bandages or hurting him. Despite yourself you did tear up a bit. “We’re in love.”

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you-are-my-neverland · 4 years

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Positive Self Analysis Challenge

Rules: Post an excerpt you are proud of, and talk about why you’re proud of it! Choose a few sentences and talk about why you like them/what you were aiming for while you were writing.

Tagged by @commasinsidequotes ! I know it’s been like a month or whatever, but I kept getting distracted from writing.

I’ll tag @semblanche & @landfillmp3 & @acrimoneous if you guys haven’t done this already ;-;

This excerpt is from Fairbone and there are, like, kind of major spoilers mentioned, and I couldn’t edit them out without messing up the scene. It’s also long, because I couldn’t find a good place to cut it lol.

“For the dead.” Aurelius raised his glass into the air and clinked it against nothing. “No one asked me to go into the fire, Xanthe. No one asked me to let your brother burn alive either.” Xanthe flinched at how crudely he said it, let your brother burn alive. “No one asked me to leave Ashe behind. No one asked me to make any choice I made, but I made them, and now I’m paying the price and it’s fine, I’m fine with that. It’s just karma, right?” His eyes were red rimmed, from exhaustion, from pain, when he looked at her with his smile twisted in all the wrong ways.

“Aurelius.”

“Don’t say anything.” The words were a whispered plea. “Don’t say anything. I don’t—I don’t even want to be speaking to you right now. I just want—” He trailed off, voice wavering, and dug both his hands into his hair. The glass dropped to the floor and shattered apart, Xanthe watching it fall as if in slow motion and making no move to attempt to stop it.

“I want it to be quiet,” Aurelius whispered into his hands. “I want to die.”

Xanthe’s heart constricted, painfully. “Aurelius,” she started, but he turned away from her before she could even begin to reach out to him.

“I think…” He paused, looking up at her from between his spread fingers. “I think I want to go to where I belong.”

“Where is that?” Xanthe asked, but she thought she already knew.

Aurelius looked at his thin wrist and traced the empty space there languidly. “Someplace not where you are.”

Her heart squeezed even tighter. “I understand,” she whispered, but the words tasted like sawdust in her mouth. “I don’t know when you’ll be able to, though. Ruka’s been imprisoned.”

Aurelius raised his eyebrows, eyes darkening. “Bluespeer?” he guessed.

“How did you know?” Xanthe asked, tilting her head.

“The righteous are the most ruthless,” Aurelius responded. He looked up at her, and Xanthe could see the wheels turning. “Luckily for us, we’re neither.” Xanthe didn’t know if it was a compliment or an insult.

“I won’t see you for a while,” she said softly.

“You won’t,” Aurelius acknowledged. “Not unless you plan on leaving.”

Xanthe touched the place where the rose was tattooed over her skin, and felt it burn beneath her thumb. “I can’t,” she told him. “Not yet.”

Aurelius’ lips twitched, almost. “It’s probably for the best,” he said, more soberly than he had spoken before. “We probably shouldn’t see each other for a while.”

“What does that mean?” Xanthe asked, feeling a lump in her throat. She felt like she was being slowly torn to pieces this whole conversation, each word from his mouth another piece of her being thrown to the wolves.

“It means that you’re painful for me, right now,” Aurelius answered. “And I don’t think I can look at you without remembering Ashe. I don’t...I can’t heal if you’re here with me every step of the way.”

Xanthe swallowed, but it got stuck. She hadn’t been expecting him to say it so bluntly, like something had been stabbed between her ribs and stuck there.

“Am I the problem?” she asked, so softly that she thought, for a moment, it had gone unheard.

Aurelius looked away from her. “I think we’re both the problem,” he whispered. “Because whenever we’re around each other like this, people die.” Xerxes, Xanthe thought, back then, what had broken them apart. Ashe, breaking them apart now.

She couldn’t even argue with him and say that it wasn’t true, because that was a lie she would be unable to say. The girl that had seen the death and the man who had led them into it. They were both a pair, weren’t they? A type of dysfunctional that had worked when they were younger and didn’t have to suffer the consequences as much, but now the blood had found their hands and dried there.

“Okay,” she whispered, sliding off the counter, her bare feet touching the cold ground. “But if this is the last time we’ll talk, can I do something?”

“What?” Aurelius looked at her.

Xanthe swallowed. “This,” she whispered, and then she kissed him as hard as she could. He stumbled back, against the counter, and Xanthe pressed forward, trying to feel anything, but he was unyielding, shoving her off. She broke away from him, gasping, and wiped at her mouth sloppily.

“What the hell, Xanthe,” Aurelius said fiercely, his words biting.

She shrugged, feeling tears in her eyes. “I’m not sorry,” she whispered, and his eyes softened. He took a half step towards her and then he was kissing her instead, lips soft against her own. Xanthe felt heat in her body, tingling in her nerves, as if her blood was on fire. She felt the counter behind her, scrambling for balance against it, the edge digging into her back. She leaned forward, to deepen the kiss, only for him to gently pull away from her again.

“We shouldn’t,” he whispered, shaking his head. “It’s grief.”

Xanthe looked away. She felt guttural and raw. She felt like something had been ripped apart inside of her. “It’s fine,” she whispered, but the words stretched her tongue the wrong way, made her feel all wrong, because it wasn’t fine, it wasn’t fine.

“Why…” Aurelius broke off. “It was my mistake,” he said instead, pressing his lips together. “It was my mistake, I’m sorry. A lapse of judgement.”

“I don’t want to be your lapse of judgement,” Xanthe whispered. She couldn’t raise her voice. “I’m in love with you, Aurelius. I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I was going, I was going to tell you at the River of Forgetting, but I couldn’t, so I’m telling you now.”

“Go, Xanthe,” Aurelius said, rubbing at his temples. He sounded tired, looked exhausted, but Xanthe was unwilling to let the conversation simply filter off. Not when her words were in the air, not when they had finally been said.

“Is that all you have to say?” she asked bitterly. “No comment? You can’t even reject or accept me?”

“It’s your feelings towards me, I shouldn’t have anything to do with them,” Aurelius retorted, a snap in his voice. “What, you need me to validate your teenage love for me? Even if I feel the same, even if I don’t, that won’t erase your feelings. It’s not my responsibility, Xanthe.”

“Fuck you,” Xanthe whispered.

“Too late for that.” His eyes were ice cold chips. “You don’t get to fucking say you love me, Xanthe, not after we both nearly died and Ashe did die and she died because of us.”

“That’s not our fault!” Xanthe cried. “If you were me, Aurelius, you would understand that I can’t accept responsibility for every death that happens just because I had a vision about it!”

“And what about your brother?!” Aurelius shouted back. “You’re telling me you saw Xerxes was going to die and you did nothing to stop it? Because I was the one who dragged you out of there, Xanthe, and you were screaming to go die with him.”

She felt tears in her eyes. Everything was hot and bitter and burning. “Don’t bring him into this,” she said.

“Xerxes is as much of a part of us as the two of us are,” Aurelius responded. “He’ll always be there.”

“So what, that’s why this will never work?” Xanthe questioned, hands curling into fists where she held herself tight. “Because of my dead brother?”

“You tell me,” Aurelius said with his dark eyes and his golden hair and his ruination, all over him. She said nothing and he turned away from her, looking somewhere that was not her, somewhere that did not have her. “Go, Xanthe.”

She left.

Analysis

When I first wrote this scene, I wrote it all at once, and I didn’t exactly feel that good about it, but I liked it all the same, because I kind of just like Xanthe and Aurelius...anyways, it was a lot of raw emotion, and when it comes to raw emotion, I tend to write it, well, rawly (which can sometimes be re: messy). So I wasn’t really sure how much I actually liked this scene, but I kept coming back to it, and it still really jumps out at me, now.

Mostly, because this is, in a way, the ending to Xanthe and Aurelius’ story. The whole theme of them throughout the book is that they keep coming back to each other, even after everything that happened, but here is where they end, this is where they know they’re not coming back to each other.

“So what, that’s why this will never work?” Xanthe questioned, hands curling into fists where she held herself tight. “Because of my dead brother?”

Xanthe saying this kind of encapsulates their whole relationship - even if they have feelings for one another, they never acted on them. At first, when they were teenagers, because Xanthe was his best friend’s sister, and then because Xerxes died and neither of them could save him. Even when they reconnected, after three years, Xerxes is still there, in the empty space, even when they’re not thinking about him.

“What, you need me to validate your teenage love for me? Even if I feel the same, even if I don’t, that won’t erase your feelings. It’s not my responsibility, Xanthe.”

I’ve always liked the concept of someone...not being responsible for your feelings, if that makes sense, and not having to reciprocate feelings. Aurelius and Xanthe deal with their feelings and emotions for one another in slightly peculiar ways; they’ve never really confronted them, even if they’re definitely there. There’s always been a sort of understanding between the two of them that they are more than friends, but it’s never something they’ve acted on, due to external pressures and circumstances. This scene is basically Xanthe considering why not and going for it, but once again, circumstances hold them apart.

Xanthe and Aurelius are basically the definition of two people who might be destined for one another, but keep meeting at the wrong time, if you know what I mean? There’s a quote or something that could explain it better, but I can’t quite remember it...anyways.

This scene focuses a lot of emotions. I wouldn’t call any of the characters in Fairbone to be particularly emotional people, besides maybe Ashe and Thieu, and while Xanthe and Aurelius have practically clashed in all their scenes, here is where it all overflows. Aurelius, on one hand, finally lets it all out:

“I want it to be quiet,” Aurelius whispered into his hands. “I want to die.”

Aurelius, in a way, has been like this the whole book. He’s broken. He’s suffering. He’s lost. But we as the readers might not really understand this so explicitly until he finally admits this: that he’s tired. That he’s so tired. And he’s been tired. Now he’s just plain exhausted.

This turned out long and I kind of just talked in circles, but in conclusion, it’s an emotional scene, if not a good one, and I like that.

#wip: fairbone #lovely mutuals #writers on tumblr #wip excerpt #my writing #writing #commasinsidequotes #me: comes out of the woodwork to post fairbone and then disappears #you can maybe avoid the spoilers if you don't read close enough but they are mentioned #this is the beginning of part four so it's near the end...#all xanthe and aurelius do is hurt each other is that kind of toxic?#maybe but it's their own personal issues getting in the way..#xanthe's power #xerxes being dead #ashe dying now #star crossed lovers in the worst possible way #8.17.2020 #yeah it's been like a month or so i am so sorry

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empanator · 4 years

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Portia Appreciation Week Day 2: The Sea

@portia-appreciation-week

This is some kind of mermaid/soulmate AU. I just went with it for a little fun, but bit off way more than I could chew... I had to cut a lot of content to avoid digging myself too deep lol.

Summary: A princess casts a bottled message into the sea. It is enchanted not only to locate her most compatible partner, but also with a power that will enable said partner to retrace the message’s path back to her. But what happens when her “true love” turns out to be a mermaid? Pairing: Portia (Pasha) Devorak x Nadia Satrinava (The Arcana) Rating: Safe for Work Length: 1,927 words (4 pages)

“To whomever may be the deserving recipient of this message, the power of sight has been bestowed upon you. Come find me. May we share in our truest of love.”

She felt a thrum in the atmosphere, a hardly perceptible tug towards an unknown destination. The tips of her fingers wrinkled in the dry air to which her body was unaccustomed. This letter, a tightly rolled sheet of elegant stationery housed in a glass bottle, had drifted into sight no more than a few hours prior.

At first glance, she brushed it off as a passing piece of material waste from land dwellers. As she approached it, intent on its proper disposal, it gained speed in a straight line towards her, enough so that it sailed past her with bubbles rising in its wake. She whirled with a stifled shriek, turning and grasping at the water around her as the bottle seemed to chase itself in circles. Finally, with a dull clink, it found its way into her hand. When she saw what was enclosed behind the tightly sealed cork, her curious nature took hold, eager to see what kind of gossip she could glean from the humans.

But then, sitting in the sand with the sensation that someone is out there in the world, pulling as though their souls are endowed with magnetism… Was… was it really meant for her?

“I shall be waiting each day for you. I trust that my spell has not led me astray.

My warmest regards,

Princess Nadia”

It must be. She knew a bit about magic and spells, and a princess in a royal court would surely make use of only the most reliable mages. She whispered to herself, “But what if—”

“Pasha?” She spun quickly at the sound of her name. It was her brother, Ilya, emerging from the water and beaching himself beside her. “Pasha, you can’t stay out of the water too long! You know I always tell you—”

She crumpled the letter with a gasp, trying to shove it back through the narrow bottleneck before Ilya got any closer, but to no avail.

“Pasha, what is that?” He poked his head left and right to see past her every twist and turn as she shielded the contents of her hands from his view.

“I-it’s nothing!” she stammered, clutching the bottle against her chest. “And quit being so nosy!”

Ilya sighed and backed off with his hands upturned defensively, knowing his sister would be more than willing to tussle (and more than likely to win) if he pestered her any longer. “Okay, okay. Just ah… make sure you don’t dehydrate up here, will you?”

“Speak for yourself,” Pasha smirked just before flicking her tail up from the water to splash her brother in the face.

~~~~~~~

It had been a couple of days since Pasha first received the message. She’d spent the first day in complete bewilderment, and the following days were much of the same. At least once per day, Ilya asked passing questions of anything that might be new in his darling sister’s life, trying gently to pry for information. Of course, he was met with sarcasm or blatant changing of the subject every time. She wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about all this yet anyway; why get anyone else involved?

In secret, Pasha’s excitement mingled with uncertainty as she pondered the same question over and over: Was this truly a serendipitous set of circumstances, or a case of mistaken identity? But the slight tug she felt on that first day grew steadily by the hour, it seemed, into unmistakable vibrations like a physical tinnitus she could feel in the water. The “power of sight” crept into other aspects of her daily life. Her dreams became infused with whorls of magic, recurring visions of a woman with smooth, brown skin and fiery eyes. The depictions, vivid as they were, were always of the same scene—the woman, perched on an old, wooden dock, staring out over the sea. She was hopeful. Lonely. Waiting. And with each of these nightly visions, though she began to lose sleep much to her brother’s concern, Pasha’s heart grew fonder. She, too, became hopeful, and decided to follow the pull that the spell had granted her.

Nearly a week after she first received the letter, she awoke at an hour early enough to swim away undetected. Pasha gave one final look around the rock and coral walls that comprised her home, and left.

~~~~~~~

It had been hours before she finally spotted a city in the distance, and dusk was fast approaching. Shallower and shallower now, Pasha was approaching a shoreline. She knew she was close, because the vibrations grew stronger so long as she maintained her course in the right direction. Vesuvia. She had heard of this land from some traveling merfolk she knew, but she had never traveled much outside her own sea village. Suddenly, the “sight” that had guided her all this way came to a halt. Not far in front of her, she spotted dark, hard-wood posts rooted into the seabed, supported by columns of stone.

Hidden behind an offshore rock, Pasha took a peek around its side, and her heart skipped as she saw a vision of great familiarity to her: The woman, sitting silently, serenely upon old wood, fixated on the horizon as the sun dipped lower in the sky. But this time, it was not merely a vision. The woman, Princess Nadia, was real. And she was beautiful.

Pasha swam cautiously closer, but remained under the water’s surface. She was afraid to emerge and be confronted by the reality—or possible reality—of the situation. What if the letter was wrong? What if she was holding out hope for a romance like the ones she heard in stories, only to be rejected? All the details of the week’s events fit together and culminated into that very moment, but Pasha could not shake her uncertainty.

She circled back around the rock a few times, and finally hung her head as her worries weighed on her shoulders, her mind, her heart. Defeated, she swam, casting a long, backwards glance at the wooden posts of Vesuvia’s port that grew hazier in her vision the further she swam. Shutting her eyes with a sigh of resignation, she drifted onward—until, with a jolt, she collided with something blocking her path.

She looked up, stunned. “Ilya?!” Confusion overtook her expression as her brother floated before her, arms crossed and a scornful frown on his face. “Ugh…” she scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Of course you followed me.”

“I’ve been worried! You wouldn’t tell me what’s been going on, and I heard you leave right before your catfish Pepi decided to dive-bomb my face.” He gestures wildly, then grows serious. “But… I think you forgot something.” He produced a bottle from under his arm.

“How did you…?”

“The lid to your clamshell was open, and I found this lying right in the middle of the bed. It’s a little wet inside, please ignore that.” His eyes shift down towards the sea floor.

“Ilya… did you read my letter?!”

“Okay, yes!” He winces. “I only followed you because I thought you might have needed it. You didn’t have to keep this a secret from me; I would have understood and given you space.”

“You would have followed me either way.”

“…Yes.” His embarrassment crept onto his face in the form of an obvious blush. He handed over the bottle, and Pasha accepted it with a sigh.

“Thanks. Just, let me handle my own business from now on, ‘kay?”

“Noted.” A grin spread across Ilya’s face as he waggled an eyebrow. “Now, get back there and woo the woman of your dreams!”

Of course, Ilya had no idea just how right he was about the dreams. Pasha could only punch him playfully in the arm before heading back towards the dock.

~~~~~~~

Gathering her composure, Pasha broke the water’s surface to reveal herself, a flash of her tail flicking out as she steadied herself. She looked up at the seated woman and addressed her with a bold greeting. “Are you Princess Nadia?” She held up the bottle. “I believe this was your message.”

Surprise flashed across the princess’ expression, hardly noticeable before being quickly replaced by something more peaceful. “A… mermaid… I see.” She shifted to get a more comfortable view. “Of course I have heard rumors of a sea-dwelling race off our distant shores. I had believed them to be no more than fantasy, yet here you stand—or rather float before me,” she said with an amused smirked.

This might not be a good thing, Pasha thought. “So, I wasn’t who you were expecting to get your message, huh…”

“Well, I had certainly expected my message to travel across the sea. If only I had known you were from the sea I may have dressed more… appropriately to join you down there.” She leaned forward to rest her chin in her palm, never breaking eye contact, grinning as Pasha sunk a little below the waterline to hide her growing blush. A moment of quiet turned to uncomfortable silence as Pasha only shifted her gaze away with a furrowed brow.

“Something appears to be troubling you, my friend.” Nadia’s voice was sweet and backed with genuine concern. “If there is anything amiss, you are free to speak your mind.”

Pasha’s eyes widened and snapped back to meet Nadia’s. She rose from the water just enough to expose her mouth and began to voice her concern. “Well… I mean, how did you know someone would obey your message? I saw you in my dreams every night, in this exact spot, waiting for an answer.” The pace of her words increased as if she had opened a faucet, unable to stop the rush flowing forth. “It’s like, what if you never received an answer? What if this bottle chose the wrong person? How do you know I’m really the one who deserved this message? I can’t help but wonder if I’m really supposed to be here or if it only felt right because the spell made me believe so.” Nadia listened, delight shining subtly in her eyes as her new acquaintance showed no more restraint or hesitation.

Once Pasha was finished expelling her thoughts, Nadia smiled softly. “I have made no such choices for you. Any desire you felt to come find me… that, dear, was purely your own. The power of sight was merely an aid, should the recipient choose to accept it.” She maintained an even tone, warmth and understanding filling her words. “And even so, if my spell found your hand by any mistake in this world,” she offered an outstretched hand towards the water. “How fortunate am I to be met with such a charming and quizzical being such as yourself?”

Pasha’s face flushed once more, but this time, she did not try to hide it. She inspected Nadia’s hand and reached up, droplets of water plinking along the shimmering stillness of the sea below. Their fingertips brushed together, a touch gentle as the land breeze, carrying with it the merging of their two worlds.

Nadia lowered her lips to meet the back of Pasha’s hand, the warmth of her kiss somehow coursing a chill throughout the mermaid’s body.

It didn’t matter whether there was such a thing as fate. But a choice, a bond, a desire—only these things had the power to determined their future.

~~~~~~~

(Bonus note: Nadia partnered with Asra to draw out her untrained magic with his own and bind the message’s spell to herself. Ilya absolutely did not go home after giving Pasha the bottle. He was cheering her on from a distance.)

#the arcana #portia devorak #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #portia appreciation week #paw2020 #mine #portia fanfic #nadia fanfic #julian fanfic #arcana fanfics #text #mermaid

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earnest-jumping · 4 years

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For the asks— do all the even numbers!

107.58

That’s so long, fuck- ok here we go!

2. I am outgoing until I can’t mask anymore, or I have a sensory overload.

4 I like to think I am easy to get along with!

6 ,,,Attracted as in romantically? I have no idea. But in a platonic way, similar interests, concern for my wellbeing and happiness, understanding and knowing of my limits and able to compromise!

8 Real life, no one. But Drake Mallard lives rent free in my mind

10 My roommate! We are very similar in many ways and we have some similar backgrounds, so we talk often about them and everything going on right now as well.

12 current 5 favorite songs: Vices by Mothica, Garden Song by Phoebe Bridgers, A Letter To Time by Livingston, Peace by Taylor Swift, and Cherry Wine by Hozier!

14 I believe in miracles. This world is too random and spontaneous for things people deem miracles to not be, ya know? But I don’t believe in luck. Circumstance plays into it, as well as pure chance.

16 Oh, fuck no. I would not kiss them again

18 My guy I can’t even tell you what was really a crush and what was heteronormativity forced on me from grade school onward. So... no?

20 I live in a dorm and I fuckin love my neighbors rn. On one side they’re both enby like me, and on the other they’re super sweet and polite!

22 I really want to visit Europe. Classic american answer, yeah, but I love history and theirs is so much more interesting than ours

24 My favorote part of my daily routine (that is consistent, student teaching and classes are nuts) is spending time doing homework and hanging out with my roommate at the end of each day, before she goes in to work the night shift. It’s calm and gives us a chance to catch up!

26 When I wake up I usually groan and fall back asleep for another ten minutes. I make sure to have a few alarms set so I don’t sleep through the morning!

28 My roommate. We’ve known each other for three years and she doesn’t judge me or make me feel uncomfy- it’s really nice as someone with autism to be able to live in close, constant contact with someone who you trust and are comfortable around!

30 Hmm...maybe? Marriage isn’t something I’ve ever truly thought about in a realistic sense- sure, I’d imagine a wedding and what mine would look like if I had one. But I’ve never imagined actually GETTING married to someone.

32 I will not have a threesome with celebrities because I am ~traumatised~ and do not like sexual intimacy

34 I don’t play sports, but when I was little I was part of a gymnastics class!

36 I have indeed liked someone and never told them. It was honestly for the better lmao

38 I don’t think I can really describe a dream person? I’m not very keen on having a list to check off when looking for a partner. If anything, though, I’d say trustworthy and caring.

40 I’m already out of high school lol. I’m in my junior year majoring in Early Childhood/Special Education!

42 Being extremely quiet for me usually means sensory overload, depressive thoughts, or my rejection sensitive dysphoria rearing its ugly head. Most of the time its a mix of the three.

44 Trip to puter space > bottom of the ocean, any day. DEEP SEA SCARES ME!

46 I’m paranoid that everything I’ve ever done in my life is all for naught, and I’ve faked everything about myself subconsciously.

48 I have been drunk before! My seven year old self accidentally drank a full margarita instead of the kiddie version my grandma made with sprite instead of alcohol.

50 The color of the last hoodie I wore was grey!

52 One thing I wish I could change about myself is I wish I didn’t have so much weight. It’s not fun trying to navigate the world as an afab nonbinary person with people telling you it’s “just because you don’t like your body”.

54 My favorite store is Walmart for groceries (broke college students holla) and Torrid for clothes! (They have cuter stuff than anywhere else, and carry my size always)

56 My favorite color is Blue! Kind of a dark sky blue, like sky blue 3 or 4

58 I just had some Hershey’s candy drops as the last thing I ate!

60 In fourth and fifth grade I won two school writing competitions and got a trophy for it 😌 I wrote about the Titanic (thank you special interest)!

62 I have never been arrested, and I’m not planning on it any time soon lol

64 My first kiss was a dare and I hated every second of it cause the guy was an ass about it until it happened (he’d been badgering me for weeks)

66 Uhh I’m gonna be honest and say no? As much as I love my tumblr friends (ayy hi guys) I’ve known my friends in real life for longer and those bonds are just, amazing and so strong.

68 Tumblr > Twitter, any day.

70 my best friends’ names are: Emili, Autumn, Maggie, and Erin

72 My towels are grey

74 I have many stuffed animals- uh probably seven or eight.

76 Not answering this one lmao

78 My favorote ice cream clavor is Graham Central Station from this place called Bruster’s! It’s really good.

80 I am wearing blue pajama pants because ~comfy~

82 My favorite movie is Coraline! I watch it repeatedly

84 Mean Girls > 21 Jump Street

86 Nemo is my favorite character from Finding Nemo!

88 The last person I talked to today was my roommate

90 I love my baby brother Reid!

92 I am not currently in a fight with anyone.

94 I own three sweaters/hoodies- I need to get more!

96 My favorote actress is and always will be Kiera Knightley.

98 I do not tan a lot- naturally or artificially. I just burn #whitepeopleproblems

100 I am feeling *tired*. A bitch is exhausted today

102 I regret everything from my past

104 I don’t tend to miss people that much? I’m not good with emotional connections to people that last after they’re gone.

106 I feel like I’ve broken my mother’s heart- for coming out, for rebelling, etc.

108 I should be working on homework but I am not.

110 I have indeed liked someone so much it hurt- in the sense that liking them was not good for me and led to a lot of heartache.

112 The last person I cried in front of was my parents, and it was not on purpose lmao

114 I’ve been out of my state lots- Florida, South and North Carolina, West Virgina, Delaware, Massachusetts.

116 Nope, not currently listening to music.

118 I fuckin LOVE chinese food

120 I used to be afraid of the dark, not anymore. I love it now.

122 Cheating is NEVER okay.

124 I do not believe in love at first sight- I barely believe in love 🤷🏼

126 I am indeed currently bored

128 I would love to change my name- legally and personally. I’m not sure “Ryn” is suitable anymore

130 I don’t like subway. Not a fan of sub sandwiches

132 The last person I had a deep conversation with is my roommate

134 Pfft, no. I can’t count to one million my brain wouldn’t focus that long

136 Due to the fact I live in a community dorm hall, I sleep with my door closed and ~locked~

138 Straight hair

140 Winter > Summer

142 My favorite month is October! Atlanta Pride, my birthday, and Halloween! Plus it starts getting colder!

144 Dark>Milk>White chocolate, in that order

146 Since it’s now morning, yes today has been a good day so far

148 My favorite quote is anything that has to do with being a decent fucking human being

150 The first line of the page is “You were right”.

#ryn tags #ryn talks #about me #ask me #ask ryn #anon ask #ask game #ask meme #anon

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having-a-freddie-time · 5 years

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save me

summary: Y/N is trying her hardest to get out of an abusive relationship without telling anyone. However, she can’t always hide the bruises, especially from her best friend since childhood, Ben Hardy. Once he finds out, he tries his best to help her out without her getting hurt.

warnings: doctor talk, fluff, tiny bit of angst, very sad family reunion, tears lol, some cussing. angst at the end tho lol

a/n: this part will be both fluffy and sad! also, it makes me so happy that so many people are wanting to be tagged in this!! please feel free to shoot me an ask, message or comment if you want to be tagged!! enjoy <3

word count: 2.8k

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"Mummy...?"

You couldn't believe what you were seeing right in front of you. Your mom, dad and twin brother were standing right before your eyes. Tears poured down your cheeks, your vision blurry from the salty liquid. You stood up from the wheelchair and ran into the arms of your family. You all held onto to each other, you ignored the soreness coursing throughout your body as you felt tight arms wrapped around you. You bawled into your dad's shoulders as your brother rubbed your back and your mom ran her fingers through your hair. Ben watched, his heart growing warm as he witnessed you in your happiest state. You dreamt of seeing your family again, although it was under better circumstances, but that didnt matter. They were finally there, holding you and making you feel safe.

After five minutes of crying and grabbing at eachother, the four you finally pulled away from one another. With tear stained cheeks, red and puffy eyes, you smiled brightly and help your hand to your heart. You figured Ben set this all up and made a mental note to make it up to him. Your brother, James, came up to you and placed his hands on your cheeks, wiping the tears from your eyes. You smiled and put your hands on top of his, looking him in the eyes. He had changed quite a bit from the last time you saw him. He had scruff growing all along his face, making him no longer look like a baby. You used to make fun of him for being a late bloomer, calling him "baby face" and pinching his cheeks. Now your baby brother, who was born a minute after you, was a big man. Although just 60 seconds apart, you always made him know that you were older.

"Look at how grown up my baby brother is!"

"You're only sixty seconds older than, you're not that cool." He chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. He planted a small peck on the top of your head, taking advantage of his towering height over you. You smiled and leaned into him, scratching his back as he planted his chin on the top of your head. You both stayed in the position for awhile. Soon enough, tears formed in your eyes as guilt washed over you. You had always longed for warm and sweet hugs from your brother. His hugs had always made you instantly feel better if you were having a shitty day. He had always been taller than you, which made his hugs better. The sight made your mother cry as well, finally seeing her babies together again. She always took pictures of the hugs you and James shared. Her excuse as to why was to make y'all remind each other that you actually loved one another when you two got into typical brother/sister arguements. Everyone knew deep down that she took them for herself.

"I have missed you three way more than words could ever describe. I hate myself for never contacting you guys. I was just so-"

"Afraid? It's okay, Lily, Benny told us what we needed to know. He didn't go into too deep of detail in case you wanted to say more." Your father proclaimed, bringing you into his embrace. You wept as he held you, feeling a mix of a million emotions. You gripped your father's back tightly, as if you were going to lose him again. You cried as you heard him say your nickname he had given you at the age of three. You took in his fatherly scent, a mix of after shave and lavender. For some odd reason, your father always smelt like lavender, you never questioned it because you didn't mind it at all. It was a comforting scent you've grown to love.

The two you pulled away, looking into each others eyes. You and your dad had the exact same eye color. A mix of light blue and emerald green, almost identical. Everyone always complimented your eyes, you always bragged about how you had the exact same eye color as your dad's. James even had the same eye color, which left your mum's chocolate brown eyes out of the picture. However, your brother and you always looked more like your mum than your pops.

Your father planted a kiss on your forehead and gave you a nice big squeeze before pulling away and turning towards Ben. He clapped a hand on his shoulder and drew him in for a hug. He had always been the hugging type of man, if he shook your hand, he probably didn't like you. So coincidentally, he shook Trevor's hand when they first met, which should have been your first warning sign.

"Thank you for taking care of her, Benny." He whispered to him, just so he could hear. Ben nodded, turning his head towards you. His heart melted as he watched you and your mum holding onto each other like a mom koala and its baby. If it was possible, his pupils would have been in the shape of a heart. To nobody's knowledge, Ben had been feeling something different for you lately. Something he'd never imagined feeling about you. It made his heart flutter at the sight of you, his knees buckle when you laughed or smiled, his cheeks flush when you touched him, and his heart grow more each time you spent time together. He couldn't even begin to express his feelings for you because he didn't exactly know what it was. He had spent countless hours trying to draw up some type of conclusion. He failed nevertheless. When you had first told him about Trevor and his abusive ways, he wanted to break down right then and there. His heart broke into a million different pieces, but he had to tape it up to stay strong for you. He would go home and cry into his pillow, guilt coursing through his veins as he couldnt get the images of someone hurting you mercilessly out of his head. He shuddered at the thought and snapped out of his daze when he felt James wrap an arm around his shoulders. Ben smiled and brought James into a tight embrace. James was like the brother Ben never had. When the three of you were in high school and you were beginning the stages of womanhood, he spent a lot more time James as you spent more time with girlfriends.

A week later...

Your eyes flitted open, adjusting to the bright sunlight peaking through the curtains. You looked around, smiling at the fact that you had finally been discharged. You were discharged the following Friday when your family visited. Sadly, your parents lived five and half hours away and your brother lived even farther than them. They stayed until Friday morning, helping you get ready to leave. You spent that entire week, catching up with them and making plans for when you start feeling better. In this midst of that, Ben was off with Gwilym, making some plans of his own that you had zero knowledge of. He came back that Friday to take you back home to his flat. While you were in the hospital, James, Gwil and Ben had been moving your stuff out of your flat after it had been released by the police. You admitted to Ben that you were too afraid to live there anymore. Thus creating the idea of you moving into Ben's flat. He had two more spare bedrooms that you live in. You basically lived with him anyways so there wouldn't be that much of a difference. So you agreed, after arguing with Ben about you paying rent and him insisting that he doesnt give a damn. The two of you finally came to the compromise you paying fifty fifty of the rent with him each month.

Taking a deep breath, you swung your legs over the bed, throwing your comforter off of your body. Disconnecting your phone from the charger and slipping on some house shoes, you made your way downstairs to see Ben in the kitchen cooking the two of you some delicious breakfast. Which contained waffles, bacon, scrambled eggs, english muffins with strawberry cream cheese (your favorite), and tea. You shot him a warm smile as you walked towards the kitchen island and jumping up to plop a seat on it.

"What are we gonna do today?" You asked, reaching your hand towards the english muffins, only for Ben to smack it and tsk you. You creased your eyebrows and pulled away, playfully pouting. Ever since you got out of the hospital, living with Ben had been such a breeze. You were still on medical leave from work and Ben didn't have many big things in his acting world at the moment so you both spent quite some time together. He helped you sell your old flat and put all of Trevor's shit into a storage unit. You hadn't seen Trevor since you saw him being arrested after the attack. It was quite the heavenly sight to see, though the events that led up to it were horrific. You still had nightmares from the attack, causing you to wake up at ungodly hours in a sweat and tears. Ben wasn't aware of these nightmares because he slept like a rock. The only way you could calm yourself was to walk around the house, to become aware of your surroundings, to know that you were now safe. Often, you'd find yourself sitting outside of Ben's door, tempted to knock and crawl into his arms. Just knowing he was in the room comforted you. Luckily, he let you have the room that was closest to his, making it accessible for the two of you reach each other quickly.

"Maybe shopping? Need to get some more groceries then maybe we could go to the mall?" He asked, looking at you while carefully making you and himself a plate. Usually you'd argue about going shopping but since selling your house, you had some money in the bank. Along with the house, you also had money from your last check from work and your paid medical leave. When your boss had found out about your situation, he insisted on making it a paid medical leave as he wanted you not to worry about anything. You shrugged your shoulders in agreement. You had lowkey been wanting to do some retail therapy here lately. Usually, you'd be at the bottom of a vodka bottle, but it made you shiver at the thought of who you used to be.

"I wouldn't mind that, been wanting to go shopping lately. Retail therapy is the best way to go." You joked as you stabbed your fork into your waffle and bringing it to your mouth. Ben watched you, a smile rose on his lips as he did so. Each day he felt like he was falling harder and harder for you. He wanted so badly to ask you out but considering your trust for men has decreased dramatically, he decided against it and was willing to wait for you. He could never imagine pushing you and making you uncomfortable. It was the last thing he had ever wanted. All he wanted was to make you happy, together or not. Seeing your smile after going through a hurricane, made his heart sing.

"After this, don't forget to take your meds." Ben reminded as he started cleaning up all the dirty dishes he used to cook with. You nodded as you took a sip of your tea, not breaking eye contact with your phone. You had gotten a couple of sweet direct messages, emails and comments from Ben's fans every now and then when he post about you. His recent post was a picture of you in the wheelchair as you were leaving the hospital. You had a thumbs up and a soft smile. The caption always made you smile when you would read it.

'Strongest gal I have ever known. You're the bestest. @yourusername.'

You turned your phone off and put it face down, finishing up your breakfast and tea. You stood up, grabbing your cup and plate and placing them in the sink before heading to the upstairs bathroom. You let Ben know you were going to shower before you two would leave. He nodded and headed up to his room to get ready. When you made it to your closet, you tapped your index finger against your chin trying to decide what to wear for the day. You opted on an old vintage Queen shirt paired with some rocky denim shorts and cute wicker platform sandals. You set your outfit aside on your bed and undressed, getting ready to shower. Turning on some music, you turned the shower nob, making the shower piping hot just the way you like it. You hopped in, dancing and singing to the music that blared throughout the bathroom. You used a shampoo bottle as a microphone as you blared lyrics at the top of your lungs.

"Thank you for coming tonight. See you next time!" You announced to yourself in the mirror, trying to mimic crowd noise as you began to get ready. You dried your hair off with a blow dryer. You french braided it on both sides of your head, joining the two braids into a low messy bun. You pulled some baby hairs from your head, styling up the look a little better. After fondling with your hair, you began with your makeup. You swiped some concealer all over your face, blending it out with your sponge egg. You set the concealer with some powder and popped some nice and shiny highlighter on your cheekbones and inner corner of your eyes. You popped on some mascara, making your lashes POP and eye color beam. Finally done after applying a layer of chapstick, you slipped into your outfit. You wore a cute pastel yellow lacy bralette that went perfectly with your sandals and tshirt. Taking one last look in the full length body mirror, you nodded in content with the way you looked and finally made your way downstairs, after grabbing your wallet and phone.

Your sandals clicked against the tile as you skipped down the stairs. Ben was already done and ready to go when he saw you come down the steps. His heart lurched out of his chest at the sight of you, he couldn't help but smile at you.

"Ready to go?"

You nodded and slipped past him, beating him to his car. You waited for him to unlock it and slid into the passenger seat. You felt like today was going to be a great day. Nothing could stop the happiness you felt when hanging out with Ben.

The whole day consisted of laughter, shopping at the most random places, and loads of ice cream and random food trucks. This had been best day you've had in such a long time, all thanks to Ben. You were both strolling along inside the mall, when you spotted a Build-a-bear. You instantly started dragging Ben into the little store. When you were younger, your parents both bought you teddy bears. Ben, being the masculine boy he was, acted like it was too girly for him. Although when alone, he'd cuddle the bear close to chest and would yell at his mum if she tried to get rid of it.

"I have to get one!" You exclaimed as you went to choose your bear. Ben watched you adoringly with a loving smile on his lips. The way you stuck your tongue out of your mouth when you were trying to decide which bear you wanted made his knees want to pull below him. You ended up choosing a simple golden colored bear with green eyes. You stuffed it just enough for it to form but soft and cuddly. Finally, you got the choice of whether or not you wanted it scented. You chose not to because without anyone's knowledge, you planned on going home and spritzing it with Ben's cologne. When you were satisfied with how your bear turned out, you paid and the two of you finally ventured home.

"Today was so much fun Ben, thank you." You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist, bringing him into a hug making him drop all the bags on the floor. He smiled and hugged you back just as warm and tight as you did. You pulled away far enough to look into his eyes. God his eyes always drew you in. You could stare at them all day long. Ben felt the same, you both were blessed with the most majestically colored orbs anyone could have. You smiled at him and brought your hands to his cheeks, softly pinching them.

"You're the best benny." You whispered as you laid your head on his shoulder. He planted his hand on the back of your head, lightly tangling his fingers in your hair.

"Come on, let's put this stuff up and go to bed."

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➥ bff!Soonyoung x fem!Reader summary: After a drunken hook up with your childhood best friend, Soonyoung, you both come to realize you love each other. There’s only one problem: Soonyoung isn’t your boyfriend, Jaehyun is. wc: 11.5k genre/themes/au: angst, smut; cheating; idol!au, best friend au warnings: adult dialogue, mention of alcohol consumption, female reader, mentions of cheating and active cheating, sexual content, (18+ mdni), smut warnings under the cut!

a/n: Jaehyun is a name I picked on the spot before I knew of NCT I don’t know any with that name and he is a made up character. I held onto this for like 4 months lol. 11k words of angst and smut. I edited this 4 times total. This story is something very dear to me because of the length and because it marked the first time I used a very meticulous story planning routine. I don’t just write stuff now. I plan everything and it’s because of this piece. ANYWAY~ I hope you guys like this! As always, let me know what you think! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: unprotected sex (wrap that shit), spanking (f receiving), dirty talk, dom!Soonyoung, sub!Reader, rough sex, table sex, use of pet names, praise, and I think that's all but of course let me know if I missed anything!

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You hadn't meant for any of this to happen.

Sleeping with your best friend while you were in a relationship wasn't one of your proudest moments but you couldn't bring yourself to regret any of the events that landed you in this mess. The drunken kiss in the elevator on the way up to his apartment, the way his hands roamed over your body, grabbed handfuls of your ass to pull you in closer.

You could feel his obvious erection press against your thigh and despite the little voice in the back of your brain telling you to stop, you pushed it away and gave into your own selfish desires and followed Soonyoung into his dark apartment, discarding clothes as you made your way to his bedroom. That was the first time you slept with Soonyoung but it certainly wasn't the last.

Before Soonyoung, you fell for Jaehyun for his irresistible charm, sense of humor, and respectful manner. In the beginning, he was completely devoted to you and your relationship. Now, you were lucky if he remembered to call or text you while he was gone on business. Jaehyun was always gone on business. It's all that mattered to him.

Soonyoung, had always been there for you. Nearly your whole lives. He was the one who introduced you to Jaehyun not thinking the latter would ask you out. You turned to Soonyoung when you felt lonely and he always managed to cheer you up regardless of the circumstances.

Jaehyun the past few months had become distant, forgetful, and when he was home, he didn’t seem to show any interest in you or anything you did to gain his attention. He spent most of his time at work, in his home office, or away on business. He was passionate, just not passionate about you anymore. He was careful and calculating. He seldom did anything spontaneous.

Soonyoung was different than Jaehyun. He was hot and full of passion, he worked hard as an idol but never once had he not been there. Whether it was comforting words or a shoulder to cry on, Soonyoung was always present.

Maybe that's why you let things happen.

You both went out for a few drinks after Jaehyun broke his promise to take you out again after being away for two months. Soonyoung took you back to his place and one thing led to another and suddenly you were naked in your best friend’s bed while he pounded into you. In all honesty, you should have fought him off, told him to stop, done anything, but you didn't want to.

You couldn't remember the last time Jaehyun touched you.

You missed physical intimacy; craved it and Soonyoung was more than happy to oblige. He made you feel loved. He made you feel like you were important and in his eyes, you were the only woman in the world; although he would never tell you that you that when he was sober.

The way his eyes scanned over you, taking in every curve he’d never seen before despite knowing you most of your lives. Your skin burned under his touch as he ran his hands over your body, leaving goosebumps and sending shivers down your spine. Jaehyun never made you feel this way in the time you had been together yet Soonyoung, your best friend, made you squirm just by looking at you the right way. Soonyoung just couldn’t keep his hands off you.

Jaehyun was by no means terrible in bed, he was just too tame. You liked it a little rough and Jaehyun had never been able to satisfy that craving. He preferred sex to be slower, more intimate, vanilla.

Soonyoung on the other hand was more than willing to give you want you wanted, if you told him to go faster, he obliged. If you told him to go harder, he did so without hesitation. Soonyoung liked the same things you did.

He loved your ass more than anything. Playing with it innocently, lightly tapping it, using it as a pillow when you were lying on the couch, slapping it a little harder than expected when he was slamming into you from behind.

The roughest Jaehyun had ever gotten with you was right before he left for the airport a month ago. He had marked you during a rare but intense makeout session on the couch. He stopped himself before you two went all the way saying he needed to rest before leaving.

The next morning, you woke up to dark bruises littering your neck and shoulder. You were shocked to say the least. He apologized profusely but you told him it was okay. You didn't mind being bitten. They were just now fading. Soonyoung wanted to mark you so many times but he knew why he couldn't. He said he would wait until you ended things before he really made you his.

Soonyoung wanted to give you everything.

The way he kissed you, pouring every emotion into it told you that. You loved the way his lips felt. They way they made their way down your body, kissing every inch he could find and leaving no spot untouched until he reached where you wanted his mouth the most. Soonyoung was happy to give in to what you wanted.

It didn't end there. You slept with your best friend that night and many nights after that but you just couldn't bring yourself to regret any of it. It felt right being with Soonyoung. He provided you with intimacy that you were missing in your current relationship.

You loved Soonyoung and he loved you. He told you every night how much he wanted to be with you and you would be lying if you said you didn't want to be with him. There was only one problem: you were with Jaehyun.

Yet here you were in another man's bed, your best friend no less. Your leg thrown over his shoulder as he thrust deeply into you, immense pleasure spreading throughout your whole body. You would never get used to it. The way he made you feel nor how good he felt inside you.

“Soonyoung, please,” you whimpered and he needed no further instruction, pounding into you with no remorse for how your muscles would feel in the morning. You didn't need to walk right away anyway.

When you woke up the next morning, you rolled over, well aware of the arm wrapped around your naked waist, to see Soonyoung fast asleep next to you; his hair a mess with a peaceful expression on his face. You gently moved his arm and sat up, reaching for his shirt on the floor.

Pulling the shirt on over your head, you headed for the kitchen, making a beeline for the coffee maker. One thing you had in common was neither could function this early without coffee. You pulled two mugs from the cabinet, one for Soonyoung and one for you, and set them on the counter. The clock on the wall read 5:03 am

Soonyoung had moved out of the dorms and into his own apartment. Originally, he planned to get a place with Seokmin, but you were glad that didn’t happen and that he got his own place instead. You wouldn't dare to bring him back to your apartment you shared with Jaehyun.

When you finished making the coffee, you added cream and sugar to each mug and were stirring the them when Soonyoung emerged from the dark hallway, scratching his head and wearing only sweatpants. He broke into a smile when he saw you in his shirt.

“Morning,” he said, his voice much deeper than usual. You pushed his mug toward him with a smile. “Morning, sleepy head,” you giggled. Soonyoung grabbed his coffee and took a sip. He let out a content sigh. “You make my coffee better than I do,” he murmured before taking another sip.

“Did the events of last night wear you out?” you asked in an amused tone as he downed his coffee as quickly as he could. “I'm more worried about you, actually. How are you able to stand? You couldn't even make it to the bathroom on your own last night.”

You grimaced, taking a sip of your own coffee. “I'm quite alright now,” you retorted, a sly smirk forming on your lips. The two of you fell silent.

“When is Jaehyun supposed to get in again?” Soonyoung asked suddenly and you looked up at him, taken by surprise. He wasn’t looking at you but instead staring at your coffee mug. “His plane lands around 1:15 this afternoon,” you answered. “And then this will finally be over,” you heard Soonyoung whisper. You looked up and his eyes met yours finally. “I just… I want to be with you, (Y/N). Completely. I want you to be mine but-" he trailed off.

“But Jaehyun,” you finished his sentence. He nodded slowly. “Yeah, him,” he said bitterly. You walked around the counter to Soonyoung and took his face in your hands. “I will leave him. I promise. I just need to do it in person. I can't be that person who breaks up over text. That's not me.” Soonyoung nodded, wrapping his arms around you.

“I know,” he said looking into your eyes. You smiled, looking back at him. “Honestly, you're too good for him,” he finally said, kissing you softly. You sighed and returned his kiss. “I'll end things as soon as he's back from his trip,” you promised. Soonyoung nodded, pressing more kisses to your cheeks, nuzzling you after each one.

You giggled as he peppered short kisses all over your face, another little thing he did that made you feel loved. He couldn't ever keep his hands or lips off you. “Come on!” you said trying to squirm away. “What do you want for breakfast?!” you practically shouted, still trying to pull away.

Soonyoung hugged you tightly to his chest, lips inches from your ear. “You know what really sounds good?” he asked softly and you shook your head. “You do, my dear.” You felt blush creep up over your cheeks. “I meant like eggs or bacon!” you said laughing. Soonyoung joined in.

He turned you around to face him and backed you against the counter, taking your face in his hands. His lips descended on yours, the sudden intensity taking your breath away and soon you had to pull away for air.

Soonyoung rested his forehead against yours, eyes shut also trying to catch his breath. Your hands slid from his shoulders down to his chest, feeling his heart beat erratically as if it was mimicking the beating of your own heart. “I love you so much. You know that, right?” he whispered and you nodded.

“I love you, too.”

“Eggs and bacon?” you asked after a couple more moments of silence and he nodded, giving you a wide cheeky grin. You parted so you could start making breakfast. Soonyoung attempted to help but ultimately he just stood behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist and his head on your shoulder while you cooked.

The two of you giggled over your plates, eating and talking about the events of the past week. After finishing your food, you took the plates to the sink and washed them quickly, while Soonyoung watched over your shoulder. “Wanna take a shower?” he asked and you smiled at him, turning off the water and drying your hands. “Sure,” you replied kissing him softly.

After you were both showered and clean, you wrapped yourselves in towels to dry off. You changed into your spare clothes before blow drying your hair the rest of the way. Soonyoung watched as you finished getting ready, following drying up with your makeup.

“I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” he said watching you draw on eyeliner. When you finished, you packed up your things and headed for the door. Soonyoung followed behind. You turned to him as you stepped out the door into the hallway. He smiled down at you, leaning in to kiss you.

You kissed him back. You didn’t think you would ever get used to his kisses. You couldn’t get enough of them. Soonyoung walked behind you and watched as you stopped before the door. You leaned in for a kiss, smiling against his lips. “Be safe. Call me later?” he asked tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You nodded kissing him again. “Of course,” you said. “I'll see you later.”

You kissed him one last time before heading for the elevator. Pressing the down button you turned to see he already shut the door. You pulled your bag strap back up your arm and stepped on the elevator when it arrived. In the elevator your phone pinged and you checked it. Soonyoung texted you.

You: I just left lol

My Squishy ⭐️: I miss you already ):

My Squishy ⭐️: I know ):

You: lol I love you, dork

My Squishy ⭐️: I love you too (:

You needed to start packing. You wanted everything out by the time Jaehyun was home. You carefully pulled all your clothes from the closet, folding them neatly to pack away in your largest suitcase. You left behind only things that you didn’t want to take with you, like that dress Jaehyun had bought you that one valentine’s day, or the scarf and hat he bought when you forgot yours at home.

You also left behind the lingerie he bought for you. All of it because you would never wear it for him again and you had no need for expensive lingerie with Soonyoung. He would just rip it up anyway. Jaehyun was patient when it came to intimacy. He always let you take your time. He enjoyed the build up. You coming into the bedroom in the lingerie he bought you. He got off on seeing you in lingerie. He loved how it looked on you.

Continuing your search for your belongings, you scoured each room, grabbing everything that was yours and packing them away. Luckily, Soonyoung and the rest of Seventeen had purchased a massive luggage set for you capable of carrying everything you owned for your birthday. You weren’t sure how much of your relationship with Soonyoung the boys knew about but something told you they knew more than they let on, especially Seokmin and Jihoon. There was no way they didn’t know. They were exceptionally perceptive.

Out on the street, you hailed a cab and slid in telling the driver your address. The drive was silent except for the radio on low as background noise. You allowed your mind to wander. You practiced what you were going to say to Jaehyun when you brought him home. It had to be done right and this had to be done delicately. You didn’t want him to think there was any chance of you getting back together.

It took about maybe 2 or 3 hours to completely pack all your stuff in your luggage. You were a minimalist, so you had less stuff to lug around. You went over the apartment once more. Everything else in the apartment was stuff you either didn't want or it was his. The furniture, the pots and pans, the dishes, everything else was his.

You checked the time on the clock on the microwave. 12:01. His plane would be landing at 13:00 so you made your way out of the apartment and down to your car in the parking garage. You got in, setting your purse in the passenger seat and started the car. You pulled out of the parking space and made your way down to street level.

The drive to the airport took shorter than you had anticipated so you decided to park and go inside. Once inside you stopped to grab a coffee to refuel yourself after packing. “Can I get one iced americano, lots of syrup please.” You said to the cashier and paid for your order. While you waited, you checked the travel mugs and cups the cafe had for sale. “Miss (Y/N)?” The barista set your order on the counter and you thanked them before continuing on to wait near the gate you knew Jaehyun would be coming out of. It was the same gate he left from.

“How have you been? I miss you so much,” he said and you could hear the sincerity in his voice. It tugged at your heartstrings but you couldn't just end things over the phone. You still loved and cared for Jaehyun, you just weren't in love with him anymore. “Was your flight delayed?” You asked him, keeping your voice low and looking around to make sure no one was listening.

Time seemed to drag on and on until you decided to check your phone. Maybe his flight is delayed? You pulled out your phone and saw a new text and a missed call from Jaehyun.

You pressed the little green button next to his name and held the phone to your ear. It rang twice before he answered. “Hey, (Y/N). I'm so glad you called.” He was speaking quietly. “Hey,” you replied shortly.

“Oh baby, I thought I texted you. I have to stay another day. I guess the text didn’t go through. Service out here sucks. I’m so sorry,” he said quietly. He must be in the bathroom or something. You stared at the gift shop across the way from where you sat. Your eyes not focusing on anything in particular. You didn’t want to have to wait another day to break up with him but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it over the phone. That was too low.

“Do you really have to stay longer?” you asked. “I'm sorry baby. I know I promised I would be home today but if I stay longer, I'm guaranteed a promotion.” You forced a smile even though he couldn't see it. “Think how amazing that would be! Not just for me but for us,” he said and you finally engaged him.

His text read: call me when you can. ♥️

“For us?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said softly and you waited for an explanation. “We can talk about it when I get home. I just wanted to hear your voice and tell you that I miss you,” he said and you swallowed the lump in your now suddenly very dry throat.

“Is Soonyoung keeping you company?”

Your pulse quickened at his question. “W-what?” you asked.

“Your best friend, Soonyoung. Is he keeping you company at least?” Jaehyun asked. His tone didn't sound anything but curious. 'There's no way he knows anything.'

“Yeah! He's busy with his idol schedule but he's made himself available a few times. He's keeping me sane,” you joked.

“That's good. He wouldn't be a good friend if he wasn't taking care of you while I'm gone,” Jaehyun laughed. 'Oh he's taking care of me, alright.'

“Yeah, hah. Look, babe, I gotta go. I'm gonna head back home and get some laundry and cleaning in.” 'Liar, there’s no laundry to do. Your stuff is packed and he hasn’t been home in a month.'

“Of course. No worries. I should be going to bed soon. We’re finishing up dinner here so I'll talk to you later,” he said and you could hear him trying to stifle a yawn. “Get some sleep,” you replied. “I will babe. I love you,” he said softly, catching you off guard. “Yeah, you too,” you replied, your voice barely audible.

It wasn't uncommon for you to respond in such a way and Jaehyun was used to you expressing your feelings in unconventional ways in the past. It had to do with your childhood and rough upbringing and Jaehyun was well aware of this so it came as no surprise that he didn’t question your awkward response.

You hung up the phone, also not unusual for your relationship. You weren't the type to coo over the phone about who should hang up first and such things sickened you to no end. The phrase “just hang up already!” was common in your vocabulary and had gotten you in trouble with plenty of your girlfriends. You just weren’t the mushy gushy romantic type with Jaehyun.

You got up from your seat and headed for the exit. Another day of waiting to be with Soonyoung fully. Another day as Jaehyun’s. You sighed as you unlocked your car and got in. Your phone buzzed angrily in your purse and you fished it out, shutting the car door as you did. It was a text from Soonyoung and you opened it quickly.

You: his trip was extended for another day…

My Squishy ⭐️: you pick him up? Are you on your way home?

You: I want to but I should clean the apartment instead

My Squishy ⭐️: are you serious?? wanna come back here for another day?

My Squishy ⭐️: yeah that's probably a better idea. Want some help?

You: should also look for apartments.

My Squishy ⭐️: just stay with me until you find one.

My Squishy ⭐️: you aren't going to find anything move-in ready. Stay with me.

You: ...okay. Since you talked me into it so eloquently :P

My Squishy ⭐️: yeah I’m good at that I’ve been told (: ♥️

You: you dork ♥️

My Squishy ⭐️: You home yet?

The drive home felt longer than the drive to the airport for some reason but you ignored it as you pulled back into your parking space at the apartment garage. You got out, locking the door and headed back up to Jaehyun’s apartment. Once inside, you opened up the balcony door and let the fresh autumn air in. You opened the blinds allowing in all the natural light. Your phone buzzed on the countertop and you unlocked the screen. Soonyoung again.

You: yes, just opened up the apartment. It’s been so dark and dreary in here

You: yes please! The door code is my birthday…

My Squishy ⭐️: really? That’s so corny lol

You: shut up lol

My Squishy ⭐️: it’s not a home. You want me to come by? Help you clean up?

My Squishy ⭐️: i’ll be there in five babe

You: see you soon ♥️

My Squishy ⭐️: ♥️💕

You were the one who suggested and organized the closet. Jaehyun let you take care of the cleaning. You did the laundry and cleaning, he paid the bills, and the two of you cooked together, when he was home anyway.

You set your phone back down before heading for the cleaning closet. It was a place you kept everything for cleaning. Scrub brushes, cleaning solutions, mops, brooms, dustpans, and more.

You pulled out the broom and dustpan, equipped yourself with a dust mask and got to work. Sweeping took no time since neither you nor Jaehyun had animals. You were mainly sweeping up dust and your loose hair.

You were sweeping the kitchen area when the front door opened and Soonyoung appeared. He was wrapped in a huge scarf with a black beanie on his head.

“Go grab a dust mask and the duster. Wipe the surfaces that aren’t the floor down.” Soonyoung followed your instruction and began dusting everything that wasn’t floor. He got a little silly and started dusting the sofa, the rug, and even you. “Stop it!” you laughed as he swiped the fuzzy catcher over your arm and began to giggle uncontrollably. You aimed at him with the broom but he ducked as you swung. “Easy there, tiger,” he said laughing.

You took off your house slipper and threw it at him. It bounced off his thigh and hit the floor with a dull thud. Soonyoung stooped to pick it up, slipping on his own house slippers and making his way over. “Here,” he said setting your shoe on the ground. You slipped your foot back in and continued sweeping. “What can I do?” Soonyoung asked.

You turned your back on him and continued to sweep. Soonyoung moved on to the bathroom and dusted in there before returning to the kitchen. “Should I leave the bedroom to you?” he asked with uncertainty. You finished dumping the dustpan into the trash and turned around. “Why?” you asked pulling your mask down. Soonyoung gave you a look. “What?”

“Did anyone see you?” You asked standing up straight as he unwrapped himself. “Pretty sure everyone out there saw me,” he said and your eyes widened. “Now, whether they recognised me or not? That’s another story.”

“That’s… his space too. I don’t know if I’m comfortable being in there…” You rolled your eyes and padded over to the door to the bedroom. Peering in you saw nothing strange was exposed and you looked back over your shoulder at Soonyoung.

“It’s fine, I have to sweep in here anyway, come on.” You trudged in and Soonyoung followed you apprehensively. You began sweeping immediately just wanting to get done so you could mop the floors before moving onto cleaning the counters, cabinets, and windows.

Soonyoung sighed and reluctantly began dusting the bedroom. He stopped to pick up a picture frame. “Where was this taken?” he asked looking over at you. Standing upright, you squinted at the picture in his hand.

“Japan. We stayed at a resort at Hakone Onsen,” you said walking over to look closer at the picture. Soonyoung handed it to you and you looked over it for the first time in what felt like ages. You felt a wave of nostalgia hit you like a bus.

[flashback]

“This is your room,” the attendant said opening the door. You stepped over the threshold of the door, Jaehyun behind you with the bags. You looked around the room. It was moderately sized with a small living space.

In the middle of the room was a small kotatsu table with four zaisu chairs. On one side of the kotatsu was a low sofa with fluffy cushions. Beyond the kotatsu opposite the door was a open wall with roll down screens leading out to a balcony and a nice view of Mount Fuji in the distance.

You turned as soon as you entered the room and walked down the small hallway to a bathroom. A shower head and sink were in the small area and next to that room was a toilet with its own door.

On the other side of the kotatsu was a partition wall made of long thin pieces of wood creating a screen. On the other side of the screen was a huge king size bed on a low platform covered in a huge fluffy white blanket with pillows at the headboard.

You returned to the main area where the attendant was showing Jaehyun where the yukata were.

“This drawer here has the yukata. They’re one size but if you need something bigger,” she glanced your way and you almost took offense until she added, “or smaller, don’t hesitate to ask me. I will be taking care of you for your entire stay with us.” She bowed and left the room.

Further past the bathroom was a sliding glass door that opened to a private onsen. ‘Jaehyun must have put a lot of thought and money into this place to get us a private hot spring.’

You set your coat on the sofa and looked around. Jaehyun was looking through his coat pockets for his phone. Once obtaining it, he turned and smiled at you, holding his hand out. You took it and he pulled you into him.

“How much did you spend on this? It looks expensive!” You whispered. Jaehyun chuckled. “Why are you whispering?” he asked and you looked around. “Aren’t the walls like really thin?” you asked in a soft voice. Jaehyun stared at you.

“Are you blind? Did you not see that huge walk up to this building?” he asked and you nodded.

“I saw it, what about it?” you pouted. “This is all ours. No neighbors.” Jaehyun said raising an eyebrow at you and you blushed slightly, causing Jaehyun’s smile to widen.

“For a whole week?” you asked incredulously. Jaehyun laughed. “No, just for the weekend. After this we’re going to stay in a hotel in the city.” You shook your head in awe. “You’re too good to me.”

Jaehyun took your face in his hands, thumbs gently caressing your cheeks before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away and smiled at you. “We should unpack and take advantage of that private spring.” You nodded, a serene smile on your face. Jaehyun dropped his hands and grabbed yours.

“Come on! Let’s take a picture, (Y/N)!” Jaehyun pulled your hand as he led you over to the railing of the balcony. He pulled you into him, pulling his phone out of his pocket and turned the camera. The two of you posed with Mt. Fuji in the distance before he pressed the shutter button.

[present day]

You set the photo back on the nightstand and turned away from Soonyoung. “I didn’t know you stayed in an onsen resort. It must have been a nice weekend,” he murmured.

“It was…” you trailed off.

“(Y/N)?” Soonyoung called and you turned to face him, eyes shining. “It was the weekend he told me he loved me,” you replied. You could see Soonyoung tense up from where you stood but you said nothing else.

The two of you finished up dusting the bedroom and moved on to mopping the floors. Soonyoung took the front room and kitchen while you did the bathrooms and bedroom.

Soonyoung approached you from behind and wrapped his arms around you. “I wish I could have been the one to take you instead of him,” he whispered in your ear and you sighed, forcing the tears away. “I know, Soonyoung. Maybe one day we can go to an onsen resort together. Not that one obviously but another one. There are plenty of them in Japan.” Soonyoung kissed the nape of your neck. “Of course. Whatever you want, babe,” he replied.

After mopping was done, you started wiping the countertops while Soonyoung washed all the windows. You finished in record time with his help and thanked him by making lunch.

“Helping you clean and getting a meal out of it.” You stuck your tongue out at him and he chuckled as he continued eating his ramen. “You’re doing more than just helping me clean,” you said softly and Soonyoung raised his eyes to look at you.

“I could get used to this,” Soonyoung said eating his ramen as you finished making your own. “What? Helping me clean my boyfriend’s house?” you scoffed and Soonyoung shook his head.

“Yeah?” he asked setting his chopsticks aside. “Yeah,” you said looking up at him as you cracked an egg into the boiling water. “What’s that?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Keeping me company. Keeping me sane. Taking care of me. The list is endless, Soonyoung,” you said watching the egg as it boiled.

Soonyoung smiled and picked up his chopsticks again as he resumed eating. A sudden buzzing at the door made you and Soonyoung jump. You looked from the door to your best friend who looked just as shocked as you did. You pulled your ramen off the stove and set it on a coaster before heading to the door to see who it was.

“Donghan! Hi,” you greeted him. He smiled down at you. “Hey, (Y/N). It’s great to see you. Is Jaehyun around?” he asked and you shook your head. “No, he had to extend his trip by one more day. Something about a favor for his boss and he gets a promotion. The phone call kept cutting in and out. Poor reception where he is,” you said keeping your tone light.

The small screen showed a man, one of Jaehyun’s friends. 'Fuck! What is he doing here?' You felt your heart race as you tried to calm yourself. No need to worry, it’s just Donghan. He probably didn’t know that Jaehyun wouldn’t be home. You cursed softly and motioned at Soonyoung to stay quiet and just eat. You opened your door a smile on your face.

Donghan peered into the apartment. “You got company?” he asked and when he spotted Soonyoung his eyes widened. You stepped back a little to look at your best friend sitting at the kitchen island. “Yeah, you remember my best friend, Soonyoung, right?” you asked looking back at Donghan who immediately dropped his shocked look for one of understanding.

“So, Jae will be back tomorrow?” he asked and you nodded. “Yes, I’m picking him up tomorrow afternoon around 1.” Donghan nodded, silence falling over you. “Well, I’ll just see him tomorrow then. Have a good day, (Y/N). Nice to see you again, Soonyoung!” Donghan said sticking his head back into the apartment to call to Soonyoung who called back “you too!”

“Oh yeah! Hey man, what’s up?” he called over to Soonyoung who nodded back, his mouth full of ramen. “So what, you guys just chilling here?” Donghan asked, his attention back on you to which you nodded. “Kind of. He helped me clean the apartment so I made him ramen,” you said shrugging. “What are best friends for?” you asked jokingly and Donghan smiled.

Once Donghan disappeared down the hallway, you turned to Soonyoung as you shut the door and sighed. “I thought that might have been a neighbor or something,” you said grabbing your ramen and sitting next to Soonyoung.

“That would have been bad?” he asked and you nodded taking a bite of your food. “Why?” he asked. You slurped down your noodles and turned to him.

“They would have assumed I’m cheating on Jaehyun with you since they’ve never seen nor met you before.” Soonyoung chuckled. “What?” you asked softly and he looked at you, a smile still present on his face. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but if they assumed that, they would be correct, right?” he asked and you slapped his arm.

“I don’t want them thinking that though!”

After you ate, Soonyoung helped you move your luggage down to his car parked right next to Jaehyun’s. You loaded your stuff in the back. “Let’s get this over to your place before anyone sees.” You walked over to Jaehyun’s car and Soonyoung stared at you.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I have to pick Jae up in the morning. I can’t exactly stroll up in your car, can I?” you asked and Soonyoung smiled sheepishly.

“Yeah that makes sense.” Soonyoung got into his car and you into Jaehyun’s. You followed him to his apartment, pulling into the parking space next to his. The two of you took your luggage up the elevator to his floor and into his apartment.

After lugging the suitcases into the apartment, the two of you collapsed onto the sofa and sat silently for a few minutes. “You want something to drink?” Soonyoung asked and you nodded as he stood to fetch a glass of water. He handed you one upon return and took his place on the couch next to you as you gulped down the cold beverage.

“Slow down there,” Soonyoung joked but you were parched. “Sorry, I didn’t realize how thirsty I was,” you replied. Soonyoung raised an eyebrow at you and you nudged him with your elbow.

“You know what I mean!”

“So, what else do you have planned for today?” Soonyoung asked, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and pulling you into him. You shook your head. “Nothing,” you replied. “Why?” you asked as he leaned in, lips brushing against your temple.

“I was just thinking,” Soonyoung whispered fighting a smile. “Thinking about what?” you asked also trying not to smile. “What do you say we go for round two?” he asked kissing your cheek softly. You giggled in response but turned to him after setting your now empty glass on the coffee table.

The two of you lounged around the apartment, you catching up on some reading while Soonyoung watched television in the background at a low volume. “Are you hungry yet?” he asked looking back at you sitting at the kitchen counter. “Not yet, but I’ll start dinner. I’ll be hungry by the time I finish,” you said getting up from your seat and marking your spot in your book. Soonyoung turned on the couch to watch you while you worked.

“I say that sounds like a good idea, but how about after dinner?” Soonyoung sighed and leaned his head back against the couch. “Fine,” he whined. “I guess it can wait.” You shook your head, holding back a grin. “You have the stamina of a fucking rabbit, you know that?” you asked to which he just grinned at you and you couldn’t help but smile back at his cheekiness.

You made something simple. Some sauteed veggies, grilled meat, and heated up some leftover rice. Soonyoung came over while you were making a sauce and watched you diligently. After throwing everything together and plating it, you sat down and ate. When you both finished, you moved to wash the dishes but Soonyoung took them from your hands. “I’ll take care of this later,” he said setting them in the sink before pulling you in for a kiss.

You returned to him to grab his hand and lead him back towards the bedroom but he stopped you. “I never said anything about the bedroom,” he said smirking and your eyes widened. “Then where?” you asked softly.

Soonyoung pulled you into him, his lips crashing against yours. Your hands snaked around his neck as you pulled him in as close as he could get. His hands slid down your back to grip your ass, kneading it as he pulled your hips into his. A soft groan escaped his lips when you rubbed against the growing erection in his jeans. He backed you up to the table and you giggled.

One of his hands moved, slipping past your pants and into your panties finding you already wet and desperate for his touch. “Damn, I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked,” he said with a breathless laugh. You silenced him with a kiss as his finger slipped between your slick folds searching for the sensitive nub. He found it in record time, teasing it mercilessly.

You whined, bucking your hips against his hand hoping to find some sort of friction but he wouldn’t let you have that. “No, not yet,” he said pulling his hand free before he grabbed both your leggings and your panties and pulled them down to your thighs. Soonyoung gave you a sly smirk before nodding at you to turn around.

A few moments later, he bent you over the table, lining himself with your slit before he slowly pushed into you, his length stretching you deliciously and you moaned loudly against the wood of the table. Soonyoung grabbed your hips, holding you steady while he waited for both of your bodies to adjust.

“Damn it, Soonyoung, move already,” you hissed and he slowly pulled out until just the tip of his cock was inside you before slamming back in, your hips jutting forward to hit the table. “Sorry,” he breathed before pulling out again and slamming back into you. He held you tightly by your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh so hard that you knew you would bruise.

Soonyoung started slowly, thrusting into you in quick snaps but pulling out slowly until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He picked up the pace pounding into you while you tried to find something to grab and steady yourself on.

Whines and moans left your lips over and over, his name occasionally slipping out between them while he thrust into you. “Ah~ Soonyoung!” you whimpered when he brushed against your sweet spot.

“Fuck,” Soonyoung swore as his hips hit your ass, filling the living room with the sound of skin against skin. “No matter how many times I fuck you, you’re always so damn tight,” he moaned pulling your hips back to meet his.

“Yeah, baby?” he said leaning over.

“Right there, don’t stop,” you moaned and Soonyoung let out a breathy laugh. “As you wish,” he said before hitting your spot again, a yelp leaving your lips when he did. “Yeah? Right there?” he asked playfully, hitting it again.

You stretched your arms out and let him remove the article of clothing leaving you in your bra before returning your attention to your clit. One of his hands smoothed up your back and grabbed the band of your bra, the other at your hip still.

He didn’t let up, pounding into you relentlessly. “I’m so close,” you breathed. “Don’t stop.” Soonyoung didn’t need telling twice. He was focused on his own climax at this point. “This needs to come off,” Soonyoung said pushing the shirt you were wearing up your back.

“God you’re so beautiful,” Soonyoung murmured using your bra as an extra grip, pulling you back into him as he buried his hard cock deep inside your core, causing you to moan loudly in response.

You could feel heat pooling in your lower abdomen, the coil inside winding up tighter and tighter, gearing up to snap and send you over the edge. “I’m getting close,” Soonyoung whispered behind you. His hand on your back disappeared but found purchase on your ass instead with a loud smack. The stinging on your ass was nothing compared to the immense pleasure you were feeling from Soonyoung inside you, hitting you in all the right places.

Soonyoung could feel you clench around him, chanting his name like some mantra until one more thrust and the coil snapped sending a wave of pleasure and heat throughout your body as you cried out his name, coming undone on his cock.

“I forgot to use a condom.”

Your legs shook as your orgasm drew closer and closer.

He continued to ram into you chasing his own high while helping you ride yours out. It didn’t take him much longer after you came to reach his peak and release inside you. He continued thrusting sloppily as he rode out his climax.

Soonyoung didn’t stop.

Finally stopping with a whine from sensitivity, Soonyoung pulled out of you. You stayed bent over, cheek pressed against the wood as you tried to regain your composure. If you stood up now, you would crumple to the floor since your legs were like rubber. You heard Soonyoung curse softly behind you. “What’s wrong?” you asked wearily.

You laughed and shook your head. “I’m on the pill, Soonyoung. The condom was just extra insurance.” Soonyoung let out a breath of relief and you felt his hand on your back, rubbing soothingly.

“You okay though, baby?” he asked in your ear. You nodded wordlessly. “I just need a moment. If I try to move now, I might not be able to walk,” you whispered.

Soonyoung chuckled and you felt his arms around your legs and back as he tilted you back to lift you easily. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said as he carried you to the bathroom. He set you on the toilet before running a bath for you.

You took your time massaging his scalp, the scent of his shampoo filling your nostrils. “I love you,” he said softly as you rinsed his hair free of suds. “I love you too,” you replied checking to make sure his hair was soap free before running some conditioner through it.

While it sat, he washed your hair, careful to not get any soap in your eyes. “You’re so beautiful, you know that right?” he asked while rinsing your hair. You smiled at him. “I do now,” you said cheekily.

He helped you get in before discarding what was left of his own clothes and joined you. He used a washcloth to wipe your body, taking care of your now sensitive core. You let him lean against your chest while you washed his hair, something he loved you to do.

You woke up to the smell of coffee and smiled into the pillow. Soonyoung always took such good care of you the morning after being particularly rough with you. His way of apologizing. You rolled over to check the alarm clock. It read 5:15 am. You groaned and sat up, pulling the sheets with you to cover your exposed body and protect it from the cold air blasting from the fan. You eyed it angrily as you felt around for a shirt of some sort to put on.

The bedroom door creaked open and Soonyoung appeared with a tray. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said as soft light flooded the room. He was already dressed. He sat on the edge of the bed and set the tray next to you. “I wanted to make you some breakfast before I left,” he said smiling at you.

You pouted at him, knowing what he meant. “You have practice this morning?” you asked sadly and he nodded giving you a sad look. He reached over and caressed your cheek before tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry baby. It was a last minute call. The rest of the performance unit needs my help choreographing a dance.”

You nodded, hanging your head. “I understand,” you whispered. “Aish, you can’t do that, (Y/N). You’ll make me disappoint my members!” Soonyoung said. He leaned in a pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Eat. I don’t have to leave for another 30 minutes. This is the only time I’ll get with you today.”

You nodded and lifted the mug of coffee to your face, inhaling the scent deeply before taking a sip. “Ahh~” you sighed and Soonyoung smiled reaching for a piece of toast and taking a small bite.

“What are you going to tell him?”

“So,” he said softly as you began to eat.

You looked up at Soonyoung, your mouth full of food.

“What?” you asked. “What are you going to tell him? Why you’re breaking up with him? What are you gonna say?” he asked taking another bite of toast. “Oh,” you replied setting your utensils down.

“I was just going to say I’m not in love with him anymore. It’s the truth but it’s not as harsh as ‘I’ve been cheating on you with my best friend for these last few months.’ It doesn’t exactly soften the blow, but it doesn’t make it worse, you know?” you said waving your hand absentmindedly. Soonyoung sniggered into his toast. “Yeah, it’s better by a long shot.” The two of you fell silent.

“What if he doesn’t let you go?” Soonyoung asked suddenly and you looked up at him. He had a look of concern on his face. “If he doesn’t let me go? What? Is he going to hold me hostage and go on business every two months?” you asked laughing and Soonyoung narrowed his eyes.

“You know what I mean. You two almost broke up once and he said anything he could to keep you by his side. What if he tries that again?” Soonyoung asked, his voice breaking.

You took his hand. “There is nothing he could say that would make me stay with him, Soonyoung. We aren’t married. There is no collateral. I have no investments with him. My name isn’t even on the lease of the apartment. That is all him.”

He looked up at you, tears shining in his eyes.

“I promise you, it’s over. The moment I get him home, it’s over. Jaehyun and I are done. I’m sick of waiting around for a man who makes no time for me.”

Soonyoung smiled, sniffling. You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You’re the only one I want to be with, Soonyoung. Never forget that. It was always you it just took me a little longer to realize it,” you said smiling at him. He chuckled and wiped the corners of his eyes. “You’re right, I’m just worried about losing you. That’s all,” he said and you shook your head.

“Not possible.”

The two of you finished your breakfast together before Soonyoung had to leave. You stood at the door wrapped in his arms. “I don’t want to leave,” he whispered. You squeezed him tighter. “Then don’t. Come with me,” you replied.

“Go with you to break up with your boyfriend? Yeah, like that isn’t suspicious,” he giggled and you pinched his side. “I’m scared. I need you for moral support!” you said and Soonyoung wrapped you in a tight hug again.

“Call me if you need me and I will be there in a heartbeat.” He pressed a kiss to your lips before you could reply. “I love you,” he muttered, lips brushing against yours. “Me too,” you whispered back. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said pulling away.

You gave him a brave smile but he didn’t buy it. “I mean it. If you get scared, call me. I’ll come to you right away.” You nodded and he backed away slowly. “I love you,” he said again. “You already said that!” Soonyoung only laughed as he entered the elevator and disappeared from view.

His voice sounded strained as if he was craning his neck to find you. “Ran into a bit of traffic on the way. I just got off the highway but I’ll be there soon,” you said as you followed the line of cars heading toward the terminals. You took the exit for his terminal and followed the cars around to the pick up spot.

You finished getting ready to head to the airport to pick up Jaehyun and get him home so you could end this thing once and for all. The drive from Soonyoung’s apartment to the airport took a little longer than expected but you were pulling off the highway when you received the call. You looked at the name. It was him. You cleared your throat and answered it. “Hello?” you asked, knowing full well who it was. “Hey, babe! I just got in, where are you?”

You spotted him easily. He was as handsome as ever with his dark brown hair pushed back off his forehead. He had soft brown eyes that you fell for initially, but now when you looked into them you only felt emptiness. He wore a light blue button down tucked into his black fitted slacks, carrying his peacoat on his arm while holding the phone to his ear, his other hand grasping the handle of his suitcase.

He turned, his eyes catching sight of his car with you in the driver’s seat and his face lit up. Your heart twinged because you didn’t feel that way when you saw him anymore. You never perked up the sound of his voice or when he entered your line of sight.

It wasn’t fair for either of you to continue this. He deserved to be with someone who loved him and you deserved to be with Soonyoung. It was all for the best. You just needed to make him see it that way.

“Hey!” he said opening the backdoor and lifting his luggage into the seat. He shut the door and got in the passenger seat. He leaned over for a kiss and got your cheek.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said settling back in his seat as you pulled out of your spot and headed for the exit of the airport. You followed the traffic as you made your way back to the highway.

“You should have seen this hotel, babe, you would have loved it.”

The drive home he talked about his trip, the promotion, and the places they visited.

“Wow, this place is spotless,” Jaehyun commented as he moved around the counter, his arms enveloping you. His embrace was as warm as he was and surprisingly, you felt yourself melting into him. No. Stop. This isn't what you're supposed to be doing right now. Get it together, (Y/N).

You pulled into the parking space back at the apartment and helped Jaehyun unload his things. You carried the small bag he brought back with him with the label of some luxury designer store brand name on it. The two of you rode the elevator up in silence. Jaehyun didn’t seem to notice since he said nothing, only hummed happily until the elevator pinged and the doors opened.

You followed him out and to the door. Jaehyun opened it and you followed him in. He failed to notice your missing shoes and house slippers as he slipped his own shoes off and made his way into the kitchen. You set the bag on the counter and waited patiently for him to unload his stuff before springing everything on him.

You pulled back and cleared your throat.

“We need to talk Jaehyun,” you started but he silenced you with a kiss. A long drawn out kiss. “We do. Let's go grab an early dinner. I have a lot I want to tell you,” he said smiling. “I'm gonna take a quick shower.” He pulled away and headed for the bedroom.

He stopped along the way and turned to you.

Luckily, he wasn't exactly a perceptive guy or he would have noticed how your laptop was gone from its usual perch on the kitchen island. You hoped he wouldn't notice your missing clothes or toiletries. You watched the TV with feigned interest while Jaehyun took his shower.

“Suit yourself babe.”

My Squishy ⭐️: have you told him yet?

“Want to join me?” he asked and you gave him a forced smile. “No, that's okay. I already showered. I'll just watch some TV.” Jaehyun shrugged and continued back to the bedroom.

The ping of your phone distracted you and you unlocked the screen to find a text from Soonyoung.

You: working on it

My Squishy ⭐️: are you back at his apartment?

My Squishy ⭐️: okay. Just let me know, yeah?

You: roger that

You: yes, Soonyoung

You were halfway through an episode of apartment hunters when Jaehyun emerged from the bedroom, sweats and a tee shirt on with a towel draped over his shoulder. You had forgotten just how handsome he was while he was gone. 'Damnit (Y/N)! Focus!!'

He took a seat next to you looking up at the flat screen.

You could only focus on Jaehyun’s thumb that was rubbing light circles into your shoulder while he watched the show. 'You need to end this now, (Y/N). Before you get in too deep.' You sighed a little heavier than you intended and Jaehyun gently squeezed your shoulder.

“You really love these shows, don't you?” he asked resting his arm on the back of the couch while he dried his hair with the towel. You nodded your head slowly while you watched the screen not really seeing it.

“What's wrong, babe?” he asked, and you shook your head. “I just have a lot on my mind,” you replied softly. Jaehyun pulled you into him, your head falling on his shoulder. 'Goddammit.'

You: he's taking me out to dinner and I'm going to tell him there.

“Well, tell me about it. I'm here now,” he said and you almost felt bad. He was being really sincere.

“I really don't want to talk about it, Jae.” He rubbed your arm gently. “That's okay babe. We can talk about it later.” He continued to massage your arm before he gave it a light squeeze. “I'm gonna go get ready, okay?” You gave him another forced smile as he got up.

My Squishy ⭐️: okay. Where are you going?

You: idk. We haven't left yet. I'll send my location

My Squishy ⭐️: … I don't like this, (Y/N). It feels like a trap. Please be careful.

You pulled your phone out to text Soonyoung back.

You: I'll be fine Soonyoung. I'll text you in a bit.

My Squishy ⭐️: I love you

You put your phone away as Jaehyun returned dressed, hair dried, and ready to go. “You gonna change?” he asked raising his eyebrows. You looked down at your outfit. “Is this too casual?” you asked, mild panic setting in. Jaehyun chuckled as he walked over, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “No. You look lovely,” he replied.

My Squishy ⭐️: where are you?

You followed him to the door slipping your shoes on. You followed Jaehyun to the elevator. He slipped his coat on while waiting for it to arrive. The two of you said nothing as you stepped on the lift. Jaehyun pressed the button for the lobby and you felt your phone vibrate in your coat pocket.

You pulled it out to peek at the notification. It was Soonyoung.

You: I love you too

You: later. Elevator.

You: Don't rush me goddamnit, Soonyoung.

My Squishy ⭐️: how about I just meet you at his building?

My Squishy ⭐️: jesus christ woman.

My Squishy ⭐️: Will that make it easier?

You: Don't you fucking dare. I will kick your ass Kwon Soonyoung!

“Who’re you texting?” Jaehyun asked in an amused tone. Your head snapped up. “Oh, it's just Soonyoung,” you grumbled, looking back down at the screen.

My Squishy ⭐️: You promised me, (Y/N)!

My Squishy ⭐️: He's back, now fucking leave him!

You: I will. Give me a fucking chance to do it!!

My Squishy ⭐️: maybe I'll just come into the restaurant then

My Squishy ⭐️: You swore you would end this when he got back.

You: and don't you ever talk to me like that again, you understand me?

My Squishy ⭐️: fuck… I'm sorry. I'm just… anxious.

My Squishy ⭐️: I just want this to be over. I want to be with you.

You: I know. Me too

My Squishy ⭐️: I love you so much. I’m such an idiot. I’m sorry

You: I love you too, you big idiot

You watched the screen as he backed out and followed the lines to street level. As he pulled out onto the street, you pulled your phone out and texted the address to Soonyoung, making sure to tell him your ETA.

My Squishy ⭐️: ♥️

You stuffed your phone back in your pocket as the elevator reached the lobby. Jaehyun led you out to the parking garage to his car and you go in the passenger seat. Jaehyun climb in the driver's seat, shutting the door behind him. He started the car and set the navigation.

You locked your screen, watching the people on the streets as Jaehyun drove. You felt his fingers lace with yours and you tried not to recoil from his touch. His hand was warm against yours. You tried to pretend like you were enjoying his company but you just felt nauseous.

Your phone vibrated in your lap and you gave it a few minutes before you answered it. You didn't want Jaehyun to read it. The route he took was familiar as you recognized buildings that passed. You wondered what restaurant he was taking you to.

Unfortunately for the both of you, this would be a bad experience.

You didn't have to wonder for long as Jaehyun pulled up to the valet of a very expensive seafood restaurant you mentioned wanting to try before.

My Squishy ⭐️: something came up with Seokmin

You waited until you got into the restaurant to check your phone. While Jaehyun was busy with the hostess, you pulled your it out. Soonyoung had texted you back.

My Squishy ⭐️: I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm sorry.

You: it's okay. We're here now. I'll let you know how it goes.

Jaehyun pulled your chair out and you sat down, thanking him. He took his seat across from you as the waiter arrived. “What can I get you to drink?” he asked. Jaehyun looked over the wine list while you stared at the appetizers. You knew you wouldn't eat very much tonight.

You put your phone back in your pocket and followed Jaehyun and the hostess to the table. She led you past all the tables in the main part of the restaurant and up a set of stairs hidden back by the kitchen. It led up to a more secluded area of the restaurant. Much more quiet.

“A bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and two glasses, please,” he said looking up at the waiter. “And a glass of water please,” you added quickly. “Make that two waters, actually and I'd like some of the baked oysters sampler to start.” The waiter nodded before looking at you. “Anything else?”

“I know how much it hurts you when I'm away for so long and to be honest, I'm surprised you've stayed with me as long as you have.” Your panic set in again. “Most people have told me they expected you would have left by now and I have to say, I agree with them.” Right on cue, the waiter returned with your drinks. You took the water glass and took a huge gulp of the ice cold liquid.

“This is nice,” you commented after looking around the dim room. It was a moderately sized round room with very few tables. Windows took up almost every inch of wall allowing a nice view of downtown.

You felt Jaehyun's hand enclose yours, bringing your attention back to him. He gave you a sincere smile and you mimicked him. “I missed you so much, (Y/N). I'm sorry I've been gone so much lately and I apologize for that. It hasn't been easy for either of us.”

You scanned the menu in front of you quickly, your eyes landing on something easy. “Just the stuffed mushroom, please,” you read off the menu. The waiter left to put in your order and grab your drinks, leaving you and Jaehyun alone in the back room.

He had apparently planned this speech. You nodded your head listening to him. “Being away from you kills me. I miss how close we were before all of this.” You felt his hand squeeze yours.

The waiter poured your glasses of wine and smiled as he set yours down. “Have we had a chance to look over the menu?” he asked glancing from you to Jaehyun. “We'll need a few more minutes,” Jaehyun said before you had a chance to respond. “Take all the time you need.”

You waited with bated breath while Jaehyun continued his speech. “I got that promotion. The one I mentioned over the phone.” You forced a smile. “That's great, Jae, really,” you replied, knowing your input was expected. He smiled at you. “Do you know what this promotion means?” he asked reaching for your hand again. You forced yourself not to withdraw.

After the waiter walked away, Jaehyun turned to you as you inspected the menu. You tried to make it seem like you were preoccupied. “(Y/N), look at me,” he said and you reluctantly set your menu on the table, your only line of defense out of operation. “Thank you.”

“And less time on the road.” Jaehyun added and your eyes snapped up.

“I'll be home more, (Y/N). I'll have more time for the things we both want.” At his words your heartbeat quickened. 'No. Don't you dare do this now.'

Turning your attention to his question, you shook your head. “It means an increase in pay, better benefits, and more hours in the office,” you nodded your head, dropping your gaze to the table.

“Things we both want?” you repeated. Jaehyun nodded, still holding your hand.

My Squishy ⭐️: (Y/N)? You there?

The waiter returned with the appetizers at that moment and you silently thanked him for ruining the moment. You were suddenly ravenous. “Have we decided on what we want?” the waiter asked and you nodded. “Yes. I would like the coastal seafood pasta,” you said, glad for any chance to not have to make eye contact with Jaehyun.

My Squishy ⭐️: hey, it's Seokmin. Hoshi is driving. We should be there by 17:00. Hoshi is… upset.

“And for you, sir?” the waiter asked turning to Jaehyun. You took another gulp of water, leaving your wine glass untouched. “I'll take the ribeye steak,” Jaehyun replied. While he ordered, you snuck a glance at your phone. You had a slew of missed texts from Soonyoung.

My Squishy ⭐️: I'm on my way. Seokmin is with me.

My Squishy ⭐️: goddamnit (Y/N) why aren't you answering me?!

My Squishy ⭐️: hey, it's Seokmin again. Hoshi keeps asking why you aren't answering. I told him you probably aren't in a position to answer.

“Ah, that's right. Things we both want,” he said raising his glass to his lips. He took a sip and set the glass down, looking thoughtful as he did. “We touched on this in the past but I think it's time to bring it up again.” You swallowed the lump in your throat as he continued.

You went to type a response but Jaehyun cleared his throat. You were able to type ‘S.O.S’ before pressing send and tucking your phone away. “Sorry,” you murmured. Jaehyun gave you an encouraging smile. “It's alright. Where were we?” he asked.

My Squishy ⭐️: if you don't answer me right now, I'm coming into that restaurant and dragging you out of it in front of him. I mean it, (Y/N). Answer me!!

Your water glass had been refilled and Jaehyun was working on his second glass of wine.

My Squishy ⭐️: where are you?

As he opened his mouth, his phone rang shrill from his pocket. He sighed and retrieved it, checking the caller ID. He groaned. “Hold that thought,” he said standing up and walking toward one of the doors leading out to a small terrace. He shut the door behind him as he answered.

You pulled your phone out, unlocking it frantically. Soonyoung had replied to your text.

You: all the way to the back by the kitchens and up the stairs please hurry. He won't let me speak.

You: I'm scared

My Squishy ⭐️: I'm almost there. Hold on.

You tucked your phone away as Jaehyun reentered the room. He sat down putting his phone back in his pocket. “I'm so sorry,” he apologized. He took another sip of wine before he continued on. “I love you, you know that.”

You felt trapped. You couldn't move. You couldn't breathe.

You watched in horror as Jaehyun got up and walked around the table to your seat. He knelt down taking your hand in his. “Please, (Y/N). Do me the honor of becoming my wife,” he said, eyes searching yours.

“We talked about our future briefly before and I'd like to touch back on that.” Your knuckles turned white under the table as you gripped your napkin tightly in your lap. “I want to start a family with you, (Y/N). I've always wanted that. I think it's time we start thinking about that more seriously.”

Bringing up the rear was Seokmin. Jaehyun looked over from his spot on his knee in front of you to Soonyoung and back to you. “What's going on?” he asked.

Just as he pulled a small box out of his pocket, there was a commotion downstairs followed by a voice that said “I'm sorry sir you can't come up here. There is a private event,” but they were cut off by the familiar voice of your best friend. Moments later, Soonyoung appeared, his hair a wild mess with little white flecks in it.

It must have been snowing.

Soonyoung’s eyes landed on the ring and he angrily pushed Seokmin out of the way. He stormed over as Jaehyun stood up. “What are you doing here?” Jaehyun asked. Soonyoung grabbed your coat and held out his hand. “She's not marrying you, Jae,” he said, eyes narrowed at your boyfriend.

Jaehyun looked from you to Soonyoung who stood with hand outstretched. You reached up slowly and took his hand, looking up at Jaehyun. It took every ounce of courage in your being to look him in the eye and speak, saying the only thing you thought of.

“I’m sorry.”

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it takes two to make a thing go right (dogboy hybrid au) pt. 1

Rated: M

Warning: Dom themes, possessive behavior, knotting, excessive oral sex, rough sex.

Summary: What’s better than one dogboy lover? Two dogboy lovers. But when Tae and Jungkook seem unusually clingy, it can only mean one thing. That time of the month has snuck up on you and your dogboy lovers do not want to share.

Note: jungkook is mean to taehyung in this cuz hes the dom alpha and taehyung tests his dominance too much =( but the smut is filthy and nasty lmfaoo. also i apologize in advance if the writing is a little weird and random in some spots. ive written on this story while being terribly exhausted, and then while being drunk, sad and mad. lol what im trying to say is i wrote parts of this story in numerous states of mind! oh and yes theres gonna be a second part to this so plz dont ask ill get it out asap. enjoy my loves!

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Since the dishes in the sink had gotten dangerously high from neglect, you thought you'd finally set up shop in the kitchen and try to tackle the giant mess. With your laptop sitting up on the bar in front of you playing Bob’s Burgers on Hulu and your big glass of lemonade set to the side, you were totally prepared to spend some time here at the sink.

The reason for there being so many dirty dishes was because living with two male hybrids was like living with two bottomless pits when it came to food. They ate so much, and did not understand the concept of reusing dishes under any circumstances. Every time they ate, it was a new dish being used, no matter how many times you tried to explain to them that their glasses could at least be used more than once.

They were utterly clueless.

Glancing over the top of your lap top into the living room, you saw Jungkook and Taehyung sitting on the edge of the couch, controllers clutched in their hands as they stared intently at the screen in front of them. You huffed a sigh of relief at them finally seeming to be content, returning your attention back to the task at hand.

The past couple of days they had been unbelievably clingy, begging for your attention constantly and not allowing you to get anything productive done at home. Finally after having enough of their constant pestering, you broke down this morning and went to the store to buy them a new videogame for the PS4.

And so far, that had done the trick at distracting them so you could get some work done, but you could only hope it would last.

After you filled the dishwasher up, you started the cleaning cycle on it and continued hand cleaning the left over dishes you couldn't fit into the machine. That was, until you suddenly heard an argument break out in the living room, their voices getting louder as one accused the other of cheating and the other heatedly denying.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to try and keep your sanity from slipping away. Should have known the peace wouldn't last long.

Most of the time you tried to let them work out their problems alone without interfering, since they were grown adults after all, but sometimes that just wasn't the best idea.

Like now, when you heard Jungkook's deep growl reverberate through the air.

You knew from past experiences that that sound was bad news, so you quickly turned the faucet off and grabbed your dish towel, making your way into the living room to break up the fight as you wiped your hands off.

The sight that awaited you was nothing if not expected, but it never failed to surprise you at the same time.

"Get off!" Taehyung shouted and squirmed, currently being pushed head first into the couch by Jungkook, who was positioned on top of Taehyung, growling and snapping at the other's neck in warning.

Taehyung snarled in defense, squirming and trying to get Jungkook off of him, but the other hybrid was just so much stronger, making the feat almost impossible. It wasn't until Jungkook bucked his hips into Taehyung, in their strange way of showing dominance, that Taehyung finally collapsed to the couch and bared his throat, whining in submission.

Jungkook huffed, bending down to nose at Taehyung's neck and then nip at it, causing the smaller hybrid to whimper. "You cheated. Admit it."

"But I didn't," Taehyung whined desperately and Jungkook's deep growl sounded again, and that's when you realized you had just been standing there watching and that now was a good time to make yourself known.

"Stop it. Jungkook, get off of him now." You jumped into action, grabbing Jungkook's upper arm and trying to pull him off of Taehyung, but Jungkook snapped his head towards you and growled in warning. It only lasted for a moment however, because when he realized it was you, he whined lowly in his throat, licking your hand as an apology and climbing off of Taehyung to sit back on the couch.

Taehyung scrambled to sit up once Jungkook was off of him. His ears were flat amidst his hair and he curled slightly into himself, looking at you with sad, literal puppy dog eyes.

God, you wanted to cuddle him so badly right now, but you knew you had to whip things back into shape real quick.

You placed your hands angrily on your hips and huffed in irritation, glaring down at both of them. "Are you serious guys? Can you really not play nicely with each other?"

They both looked guilty now with their flat ears and lowered heads. You once asked them what their least favorite thing in the world was, and their answer was whenever you scolded them.

Hybrid worlds were not very wide and mostly always revolved around their master, lover, or caregiver.

"Since you two don't know how to play nicely, I guess I'll have to sit here and supervise you like children." You told them rather annoyed, planting yourself right in the middle of them on the couch. Immediately, the two of them flocked to you like a magnet. Jungkook went for your neck, nosing at a spot before licking it, scenting you so you smelt like him. Taehyung hugged your arm and rubbed his cheek into your hair, his own way of scenting you.

The video game was suddenly forgotten and they weren't at each other's throats for the time being. This wasn't exactly the solution you were going for, but hey, it was a solution nonetheless.

Life with two hybrids was.... interesting, to say the very least.

And there were somethings you felt like you would never quite get used to.

For example, you don't think you could ever get used to the way Jungkook and Taehyung had to assert dominance over one another. Which, by the way, was by mounting the other one (fully clothed, of course) and giving a few thrusts into the other's behind while growling deeply and biting (not hard) into the other's neck.

Like what Jungkook just did to Taehyung over the video game debacle.

Jungkook was the worst one, and definitely the most dominate between him and Taehyung. He was never afraid to display that dominance either, like when they were playing together, arguing over something, and most importantly, when it came to you.

You never understood why one of them had to be above the other, but then again, there was a lot of things you didn't understand, giving the fact that they were half dogs.

Taehyung has tried to assert dominace over Jungkook in the past, but each and every time has led to a huge fight that you had to get into the middle of and break up. One of the times, Jungkook was so out of his mind with anger, he accidentally bit your arm hard enough to draw blood when you had thrown it out in a haste to get him away from Taehyung.

He had felt so bad, that the next few days after the incident, he wouldn't leave your side, whining in regret and licking your wound diligently. His saliva, being part dog, had helped the bite mark heal more quickly, and for that, you were grateful.

After a while of living together, harmony eventually fell between the three of you and Taehyung accepted his role as the submissive hybrid. Although every great once in awhile, he'd still try to challenge Jungkook, but it was mostly out of playfulness and Jungkook was always quick to put him back into his place.

Life was difficult living with two hyrbids, even more so with them being your lovers.

Sharing as a concept between the two never went over well, they were possessive by nature to begin with, so it was especially hard for them when they had to share you. Their bitch. You were still getting used to being called that, one half of you still finding it on the demeaning side, but the other half of you finding it strangely arousing.

Right now was a good example of their terrible sharing skills.

Jungkook tried to pull you towards him, snarling at Taehyung and the other just whined, pulling you back.

You felt like a rag-doll between them sometimes.

"Stop it, you guys. You're gonna tear me in two." You rolled your eyes, making to get up and return to the kitchen, but they both let out deep growls at your attempt. Back when you first met them, any growl that came out of their mouth frightened you and you stopped doing whatever it was that elicited that response from them in fear of what would happened. But now, you knew better, and knew that they were literally all bark and no bite. It was all about intimidation for them, and unfortunately, the trick just didn't work on you anymore. "Oh, you don't want to let me go? Okay then, you two are perfectly welcomed to go finish the dirty dishes that are mostly from you anyways."

Of course, their deep intimidating growls quickly turned into high pitched whines as they pawed at your arms.

"Baby," Taehyung whimpered when you continued to try and get up.

You ignored their whining and pleading and freed yourself before standing up from the couch, rolling your eyes once again when they got up after you and followed close behind you back into the kitchen. Like two desperately determined magnets.

A grin snuck across your face, but you willed it away before they saw it and realized you weren't upset with them after all. Sure, they really got on your nerves sometimes, but you couldn't help but to find their excessive affection endearing. After all, it came so naturally to them so it was always completely sincere. You were their entire world, and quite honestly, they were yours.

But you hated when they fought with each other, and despite them being your lovers, you were going to treat this problem like you would with any other bad habit of your... pet dog, for lack of better wording. And punish them by taking away something they enjoyed.

Which was you.

So you continued to ignore them as you returned to the sink, twisting on the faucet and picking up a dish to start scrubbing it clean. It was almost impossible to concentrate when they were nuzzling at your neck, their tongues poking out here and there on your skin, licking fervently and demanding your attention.

Being clingy was a normal thing for them, but this amount was unusual, they were practically frantic. It almost had you wondering if their behavior meant something was arriving.

At the mere thought of it, a shot of anticipation and arousal flew through your body and suddenly you were hyper aware of their big, strong hands tugging on your waist and hips. However, you controlled your hormones, knowing full well that if you let yourself get too worked up they would sense it and really be demanding your attention then. In more ways than one.

Taehyung whined, and you felt him rock his hips into you, knowing that he was trying to get your attention by enticing you.

The action didn't go unnoticed by the other however and Jungkook instantly turned his attention to Taehyung, a deep growl crawling up his throat and he abandoned you in favor of backing the other hybrid up against the counter, teeth bared and ears back in anger.

You huffed in annoyance at the fact another fight was about to break out, so you turned the faucet off once again in order to take care of things. "Stop, stop, stop," you demanded tiredly to Jungkook, but he didn't even acknowledge your words and continued to press into Taehyung's space.

"My bitch." Jungkook spat down at Taehyung, and you were surprised when Taehyung snarled back, challenging Jungkook.

"No," he shoved Jungkook back off of him. "She's fucking not."

Surprise colored your features at how Taehyung was not submitting and you suddenly became anxious, worried what was going to happen now. Nothing good ever came after Taehyung's refusal to submit, because Jungkook hated when his dominance was threatened.

"Guys, look at me," you tried, but they were too busy sizing each other up. "Guys!" You bit your lip, thinking hard on what to do, on how to nip this in the bud before it worsened considerably.

And then an idea popped into your head.

"I-I'll go lay down with you and rub your ears if you please just stop fighting!"

That was one of their grandest weaknesses. Ear rubs.

You almost laughed when you saw Taehyung's tail wag at the prospect of an ear rub despite how he was squared up with Jungkook. Even Jungkook's ears twitched after hearing that, and then they both glanced at you, tails lowering as they started wagging in guilt.

Ear rubs were clearly way more important than a dumb fight.

Reaching out your hands, you smiled softly. "Come on my loves," you knew they loved it when you spoke sweetly to them. It always made them happy. So after that, they eagerly took ahold of your hands and let you lead them out of the kitchen, down the hall and into your shared bedroom.

At least you knocked out most of the dirty dishes. The rest would have to wait a little bit longer, and maybe you'd make Taehyung and Jungkook take care of them.

Once you got into the room, you didn't even have a chance to get on the bed yourself, because Taehyung was nudging you down onto it from behind with a huff. A squeak slipped passed your lips as you caught yourself on your hands in fear of falling face first into the mattress. Heartbeat increasing slightly from the unexpected push.

You huffed out a surprised laugh, looking over your shoulder to lightly scold Taehyung, but the amused look on your face quickly fell when you saw the way Taehyung and Jungkook were looking at you. They stood behind you, eyes dark as they stared down at you like two predators stalking their prey, licking their lips hungrily.

Belatedly, you realized your new position was quite the compromising one. Your face was down and ass was poked out into the air, a delicious and satisfying sight to the two hybrids who kept licking their lips. Jungkook even went as far as to lick his teeth. Their eyes were boring into your ass and when you looked down slightly, you saw the rapidly growing tent in their pants as their obvious arousal began to show.

You gulped in a mixture of anticipation and desire, trying to keep your hormones under control in fear of them literally pouncing on you. "T-Taehyung," you tried to scold with a shaky voice and then turn over to sit on your butt, but you quickly stopped moving at the sound of the deep growl that resounded from Jungkook.

Another gulp, out of slight fear this time.

"Jungkook, baby," you called sweetly in an attempt for him to lightened up on some of his intensity, and then you tried to turn over again, but he only let out another growl.

"Stay." He demanded, moving closer in behind you, but not without Taehyung growling in disagreement.

"Jungkook," Taehyung suddenly whined. "I got her like that, not you, so I get her first."

Jungkook seemed like he couldn't care less about Taehyung's misfortune in the slightest, only giving a snarl in response as he manhandled you to where you kneeling on the bed as well, making it to where you were now on all fours.

If the sight of you before was delicious to them, this one now was absolutely mouthwatering.

Not really knowing why since it seemed to be a lost cause now, you still tried to control your hormones. If you went full on unabashedly aroused, the reaction it elicited from the two hybrids was overwhelming and intense, so you tried to keep it as lowkey as possible while you prepared yourself for what was to come.

It was almost humorous how quickly things turned. It went from giving them innocent ear rubs, to giving them something far less innocent.

Your control on your arousal was slipping, especially when you felt the bed dip behind you as Jungkook climbed onto it. Biting your lip, you looked over your shoulder again and just about lost it at the sight of Jungkook. His teeth were bared slightly from a snarl and it was like he couldn't take his eyes off of your ass. Displayed so perfectly for him to take as he pleased.

It was a total lost cause when you felt a gush of wetness leak out of you onto your panties. There was no holding your hormones back now. And you knew it was now clouding the air when the two hybrids suddenly took a deep breath. Taehyung began to whine frantically, tail wagging as he paced behind Jungkook, wanting so badly to get to you, but knowing he couldn't because of the other hybrid.

Jungkook chose to mount you then, positioning himself to where he was over you and the large and prominent bulge in his pants was now pressed right up against your ass.

You let out a shaky breath, stomach twisting in a burning ball of arousal.

Taehyung tried to slowly get onto the end of the bed, but Jungkook turned on him and growled, making him back away with a whine.

You would scold Jungkook in times like this, and tell him to share you with Taehyung, but Jungkook's possessiveness in this setting was admittedly a guilty pleasure of yours. It made you feel so wanted and desired on such a filthy level - plus, Jungkook always shared in the end. After he got off inside of you, he'd let Taehyung have his turn, so you didn't feel too bad.

But one thing that was even better than letting Jungkook just have at you, was making Jungkook work for it. He always got so riled up, that when he finally got you, he was fucking ruthless. Which you loved.

So when you felt him tugging your tight lounge shorts down, you quickly flipped yourself over to where you were sitting on your butt, a breathless laugh tumbling out.

Jungkook huffed in irritation, immediately going for your hips to just flip you back over, but you moved back away from him until you were up at the pillows. The grin on your face couldn't be helped, this was too much fun. He stared at you for a moment, frowning, before he made to move towards you.

"Nah-ah-ah," you waved a finger at him, lifting your foot up to press against his chest, halting him from coming closer. "You haven't been a very good boy today Kookie, so why should I let you have me?"

Jungkook bent down and licked at your ankle with a whine, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes. "Please," he pleaded, lowering his hand to grab at his aching cock through his pants. His hips jumped from the friction of his own hand.

"Please isn't an answer, Kookie," you were tempted to tease him by letting Taehyung come get you, but you knew that wasn't a smart idea. Things could turn seriously violent then.

Speaking of Taehyung, he carefully and slowly tried to get onto the bed again and Jungkook was too distracted by trying to get you to surrender to notice his movements. So by the time Taehyung was up onto the bed and moving closer to you, it was too late for Jungkook to get him off of the bed.

Now, you had two eager hybrids in front of you, that were very much aroused and with very little patience.

You smirked, deciding to turn this little game up a notch or two. With your left hand, you slowly smoothed it down your stomach until you got to the waistband of your shorts. Taehyung and Jungkook were completely still, watching your hand intently with their ears perked up.

You bit your lip to try and contain the grin threatening to spread across your face but it was a futile attempt. When your fingers slipped passed your waistband, you caught sight of their tails begin to wag in anticipation and impatience. You dipped two of your fingers between your folds and then slowly slipped your hand back out with a pop of your waistband. Lifting your fingers into the air, Taehyung and Jungkook followed the movement closely, their tongue coming out to lick their lips.

It was Taehyung who first tried to lean in to steal a lick, but you simply pulled your hand back and with your other one you placed it against his chest to halt his movements.

"No." You firmly said, and Taehyung sat back with a whimper, rubbing his head against Jungkook's shoulder, in which the other hybrid just turned his head and licked Taehyung's cheek quickly in acknowledgment.

"I want you," Taehyung whined, licking his lips again when you brushed the two wet fingers against each other.

You sighed, stomach twisting in a sharp pang of arousal at how utterly desperate they were to have you.

"You want me?" You cooed at them, and they suddenly became frantic, tails wagging and their heads nodding in agreement. "If you get me, what will you do with me?"

"Breed you." Jungkook said immediately with a growl, puffing his chest out slightly and your foot slid off of him, making your leg fall back down onto the mattress. He stayed put though, despite the lack of barrier now.

You almost moaned at his answer, becoming even wetter and thinking of how amazing it'll feel to eventually have Jungkook's thick cock inside of you - pinning you to the bed as he pounds you senselessly.

Some might say this was down right cruel, but you parted your legs, again gaining their undivded attention as they waited for what was next, and then smoothed your hand down onto your clothed center, patting it lightly.

"You wanna fill me up, Kookie?"

A shiver of excitement shot up your spine at the growl your words elicted from Jungkook deep within his chest. He tried to move to get in between your legs, but you quickly shut them before he had the chance, giving him a smirk and another wave of your finger.

"Did I tell you you could come touch me?" You asked him, but he just puffed a breath out of his nose in utter annoyance. Clearly growing tired of your little games.

But that's exactly what you wanted.

You were so caught up in Jungkook however, you failed to notice Taehyung who had moved in enough to gingerly stick his tongue out and lick at your two fingers that were still damp with your arousal. Honestly, you didn't have the heart to shoo him away, so you allowed him to frantically lick your fingers clean. His ears were laid back in fear of you scolding him, but you just stared at his skillfull tongue, at the way it curled around your fingers and lapped deliciously.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head and you pulled your hand away, much to Taehyung's disappointent, but you didn't care because you were about to give him something so much better.

They watched you curiously, wondering what you were doing, but when they saw you lift your hips off of the bed to start tugging your lounge shorts down, they immediately started whining in anticipation. You dropped your hips, telling them to behave and be patient as you slowly slid the shorts down your legs, taking your time and teasing them as much as you could.

After you slipped your feet out of them, you made sure to keep your legs pressed together for the time being.

"Mm," you bit your lip, gazing up at them with hooded eyes. "Do my babies want a little treat?" You gave them a little preview by spreading your legs slightly, just enough for them to catch a glimpse of your deliciousness in-between and then closing them again.

They about fucking lost it.

You couldn't even try to keep them out, because Jungkook was promptly forcing your legs apart with his impressive strength and making room for himself between them. Taehyung grabbed your leg, pulling it up and outwards so he could have room too, but Jungkook had different thoughts on that.

He growled deeply at Taehyung to back away from what was his, but the other hybrid just lowered his ears to make himself look non-threatening and Jungkook decided to just not worry about it anymore. Everyone here knew whose bitch you were and who would be breeding you first.

Your legs were spread wide, exposing your glistening swollen center that looked absolutely irresitable to the two hybrids.

Yet something was holding them back, like they were so strung-out they couldn't even get themselves to actually taste you. So you ran two fingers through your wetness again and then lifted your hand into the air for them. They almost bumped heads in their haste to lick your fingers, both of them whimpering at the amazing taste.

You became even wetter when they started licking into each others mouths in an attempt to find more, having cleaned your fingers completely of the sweetness.

God, it was erotic and unbelievably hot. You were truly blessed to have two hybrids as lovers.

"You want more babies?" You cooed at them, patting the source of it all to get their attention.

Unrestrained now that he had a taste, Jungkook was the first to dive in, burying his face into your pussy and going to town with his tongue. They weren't the only ones having been strung-out, so after finally getting stimulation down there and rough stimulation at that, your stomach twisted in a vicious knot, heat blazing through your core.

"Oh God, Kookie," you moaned in a high pitch, thighs trembling from the ruthless stimulation of his frantic tongue. You tangled your hand in his hair, stuck between wanting to move away from the sharp pleasure or move even closer in search for a delicious release in the future.

Taehyung carefully moved in, trying to find a good angle for his head and he ended up just pressing in beside Jungkook and licking whatever part of skin he could reach, which happened to be crease where your leg met your pelvis. Jungkook was quite frankly hogging the good stuff.

A possessive growl ripped from Jungkook's chest at Taehyung's proximity, but he was way too enthralled in the taste of you to press the matter any further. He moved down a bit and shoved his tongue into your entrance, licking deeply, as far as he could go and your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the sheer pleasure. Especially because after he did that, Taehyung took advantage of the space and angled his head to where he was lapping at your clit.

You've had previous lovers. Quite a few before the two hybrids came along. But none of them could even compare to Taehyung and Jungkook in bed. Looking down, and seeing both of their heads between your legs and knowing that they wanted to be there, made you throw your head back and moan as you shifted your hips in pleasure. Some of your old lovers wouldn't even eat you out (they didn't last very long), and the others that did only did it out of obligation.

But Jungkook and Taehyung genuinely loved eating you out, the taste of you utterly addictive to them.

A rush of heat headed south when you watched Taehyung begin humping Junkook's leg in search of friction, a whine escaping his throat.

Jungkook, seeing it as Taehyung trying to assert dominance over him, reluctantly pulled his mouth away from you in order to bare his teeth and growl at the other hybrid. Taehyung completely ignored him, taking this opportunity to really dive into you now that Jungkook had pulled back a bit and he continued to rock his hips into the other, enjoying the friction it was granting.

"Jungkook," you moaned out when you saw him make a move to probably tackle Taehyung, but you caught his attention just in time. "No." You tried to sound firm when he looked up at you, but your voice wavered from the extreme pleasure Taehyung was currently giving you.

The black haired hybrid chose to ignore you, turning his attention back to Taehyung with a dangerous growl.

"Jungkook!" You snapped at him this time, desperately trying to keep your wits when Taehyung threatened to completely sweep you away in utter bliss. His tongue was currently lapping at your entrance while his nose rubbed unintentionally against your clit. It all felt so fucking amazing and you wanted to lose yourself to it, but you couldn't let Jungkook attack him.

Jungkook looked up at you again, huffing in irritation, but you held his gaze steadily.

"Come up here," you told him, and he glanced at Taehyung for a moment before looking back at you with a whine. "Come on, Jungkook."

So he stole one last lick on your inner thigh before he moved up your body, licking across your nipple on his way up. You gripped his jaw then, pulling his head up to yours and smashing your mouths together.

For a moment, you actually kissed, mouths moving together like well-oiled engine. But it didn't take long until Jungkook was shoving his tongue passed your lips and licking frantically at the wet cavern. You moaned into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue and then shifted your hips when Taehyung began pressing forward in order to lick as deeply as possible into your entrance.

Jungkook was half-way hovering over you now, resting his weight on his hip and in the perfect position for you to reach down into his pants and take his impossibly hard cock into your hand. Immediately, before you could even move your hand, he was bucking his hips into the tight grip in search of relief.

Taehyung had also moved to where his hips were straddling your leg slightly so he could start rubbing his clothed cock against you.

Now, they were both rocking their hips into you for relief and the motions were driving you abolustely insane. They made you feel so dirty and used and suddenly, you wanted to flip yourself over and let them have at you. Let them pound your ass until you were turned into a crying, screaming mess.

"'Wanna breed you," Jungkook murmured into your mouth gruffly, trying so hard to fuck into your hand roughly for some satisfaction, but there was no way he was going to get any in this position. He needed to be inside of you, with your tight wet heat suctioned around him.

"Yeah?" You moaned in between his incessant licks and kisses. "Wanna breed me, baby? Wanna fill me up and knot me?"

The filthy questions earned you a growl from Jungkook and he nipped at your bottom lip sharply, making you wince slightly as your eyebrows knitted together.

"Turn over. Want that ass in the air for me." He pulled away, giving you room to obey. "Gonna fuck my bitch so good. Fill her up with my pups." He was almost talking to himself at this point, so ready to fuck you as he quickly removed his pants and jerked his shirt over his head.

The only problem though was Taehyung, who was still languidly licking at you and rubbing himself against your leg. In his own little world. But when you made the move to turn over, he immediately caught on to what you were doing and sat back in excitement. His tail wagging as he rushed to remove his clothing.

Getting onto your knees and resting your weight on your forearms was an easy enough task. But it's the chaos that followed the action, where it all turned difficult.

Taehyung tried to move in behind you out of instinct, but a vicious growl tore from Jungkook's chest and he jumped to intercept the other's movement. With his brute strength, Jungkook wrestled and pinned Taehyung to the bed by his shoulders, growling and snapping in warning less than an inch away from his neck.

"My bitch, do you understand me? Stay the fuck away from her." Jungkook snarled, and even being human you could almost feel the domineering, intimidating pheromones that were echoing off of his body, so you could only imagine how affected Taehyung was by them. If you weren't in the bedroom with your ass in the air, you would stand up for Tae, but you knew better than to get into the middle of what was going on. When it came to breeding, Jungkook's word was law. He got first go.

Taehyung was positively terrified, ears flattened into his hair and eyes squeezed shut with his neck bared in submission. He whined in fear. "You don't touch until I say you can touch. And that won't be until after I pump her full and knot her up, so know your fucking place." And just to drive his point home and really get Taehyung to listen, Jungkook opened his mouth and rested his canines on the thin skin of Taehyung's neck. A dangerous warning. And then he removed them, snarling once more as he backed up off of the other hybrid and turned his attention back to what mattered.

You.

Jungkook sniffed at the air and then let out a satisfied huff when he smelt your arousal, the tantalizing aroma going straight to his cock and making it throb as he moved into position behind you.

You shuddered in anticipation when you felt the weight and heat of his body behind you and it was no surprise when you felt his strong hands grip your hips and begin jostling your body into his desired position. When he was done there was a deep arch in your back and your ass was poised perfectly in the air for him and it delighted you knowing how badly the sight probably drove him insane.

Seeing you completely offering yourself up to him, like his good little bitch. Your stomach twisted fiercely when he growled in approval at the sight of you and began lining his cock up with your entrance. Before he pushed in, he looked over his shoulder back at Taehyung and snarled, not even liking the other hybrid to be so close, but he was too desperate to be inside of you to care much about it.

As he pushed in, you bit your lip and held your breath, hand clutching the sheets in front of you in order to keep yourself grounded. The intense stretch of his girth stung, but it was expected and you knew it wouldn't last long. As soon as he would start thrusting, your body would adjust and open up perfectly for him, accepting his thickness eagerly.

"Fuck," you squeaked out breathlessly when he bottomed out with a thump and you listened to him breathe heavily through his nose behind you, most likely taking in this moment and gathering himself before he began plowing into you.

Jungkook draped himself over you, nuzzling through your hair in order to find your ear. For a moment he just breathed into it, making your heart beat frantically in your chest out of anticipation on what he was going to do next, and then he poked his tongue out to lave over it before tugging the lobe between his teeth with a growl.

"So wet and tight, my bitch feels so good," and he emphasized the last word with a deliberate roll of his hips that ended with a firm smack into your ass. The feeling was absolutely delicious.

And before you knew it, his hips began moving in a consistent motion. Quick little thrusts that you knew would only build in intensity over time. But right now, they were small and almost soft, yet had enough speed to have your ass jiggling every time his hips met it.

You could hear Taehyung behind you whining and moving around on the bed aimlessly, not knowing what to do with himself and the unbearable urge to fuck. You wanted to feel bad for him, but the steady, perfectly consistent rhythm of Jungkook's thrusts wouldn't allow you. You were already so fucking gone. The way Jungkook was fucking you right now could get you to cum without you even thinking about having to touch your clit. That's how good it was.

Jungkook reached underneath you and slipped one of his hands up your stomach all the way up to your breast, squeezing it and then tweaking the nipple with his fingers. "Perfect tits, baby. Can't wait to see 'em all full and leaking of milk for our pups." He growled dangerously then, his thrusts intensifying, shifting to the next level effortlessly.

"Yes, Kookie," you moaned out loudly, clenching around his cock from the filthy words shamelessly tumbling out of his mouth.

Honestly, you were pretty sure it wasn't possible for you to get pregnant by them, which was why you never worried about condoms or birth control. It's not like you were positively for certain, but you just figured since you were technically different species, you wouldn't be biologically compatible like that. But you had to admit, one of your deepest, darkest filthiest fantasies was quitting your job and just staying with your ass in the air all day everyday for them to take turns breeding you over and over again. Being their personal little pup-maker, like they'd probably love for you to be.

But that was a fantasy, and you tried to keep the sex with them under control because they were pretty much always horny and would be perfectly happy just spending their whole day fucking you. The instinct to reproduce was strong within them and always present, making it hard for them to see you in an innocent light sometimes. Like when you'd bend over to pick something up or tie your shoe, they'd see it as an opportunity to mount you from behind. Or when you'd be their little spoon while cuddling, they would be hyper-aware of their crotch pressed up against your ass and then get aroused and try to have sex.

Don't get you wrong though, you were a young healthy woman with a strong sex drive of your own that had no problems indulging two handsome hybrid's insatiable obsession. But sometimes, you had to be rational and refuse them or else you'd never get anything done throughout the day.

This time of the month however, when your ovulation cycle began to run its course, you knew that you had to surrender yourself to their incessant desire, at least until after it wasn't so strong to them. Because one time during one of your ovulation cycles you had a bad cold and did not feel like having sex at all, so you rejected all of their advances and quickly found out that it was physically painful for them when they could feel such a strong urge and pull towards you but couldn't do anything about it. It was so unbearable in fact that you ordered and expressed shipped from the internet a pheromone mask, a spray that you spritzed all over your body and masked the strong scent that you were sending out to Jungkook and Taehyung. It helped eased the sexual urge for them, but they were still clingy and didn't leave your side throughout the whole cycle.

You still had that spray, and kept it for emergencies, but you chose to deal with your cycle naturally most of the time and let them fuck you like they wanted. It was easier to just let it happen, rather than make sure you put the spray on again every hour to keep it effective. Plus, you really had no issues about dealing with it naturally when you could. And it was a Friday, so you had the next two days off and were free to spend them right here in this very bed if need be.

Your train of thought suddenly rerouted back to the present when Jungkook sat back onto his heels and gripped your hips in his strong hold, before pounding into you harder than before. Driving his hips into you with the sole purpose to get himself off and fill you up to the brim with his seed and knot.

You gasped, mouth hanging open in a silent scream and you gripped the covers beneath you, pulling up on them before pressing your forehead into the mattress. You were so wrecked beyond basic thought, that you didn't even notice Taehyung was now beside you. Glancing over at him, you saw him staring intently at where you and Jungkook were connected, the wet and sloppy sight of Jungkook's cock pistoning in and out of you and the obvious stretch you were having to endure in order to accommodate him. Taehyung's hand was wrapped around his cock, so tightly that his knuckles were white and he whined, frowning.

"T-Tae," you tried to speak, but Jungkook was fucking you so roughly your whole body was jostling with his thrusts and making it hard to even get a word out.

Taehyung's ears twitched at the sound of his name, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from the sight they were glued on.

You wanted to jerk him off, taking pity on him, but when you began reaching back for his cock, Jungkook growled in disapproval and suddenly draped himself back over your body. One hand holding his weight up on the bed and the other going to rest on your stomach.

He pressed his hand into your lower stomach and growled lowly in your ear. The pressure was tantalizing, emphasing the feel of his cock rubbing against your walls from within.

"My pups are gonna be in here. Mine, you're my bitch." He decided to remind you once again and the sharpest stab of arousal made your stomach clench from the reminder, and it was also that moment when you felt the familiar sting down at your entrance. The tell tale sensation of his knot beginning to form.

It was that added stretch whenever he would shove his knot passed your entrance and then pull it back out. It would catch on your entrance the more it grew but he would just thrust especially hard to fit it in and then yank his hips back to pop it back out and repeat the process.

This was the part where it was clear you were not made to take a hybrid's cock, even though whenever you'd voice that realization, Jungkook and Taehyung were quick to assure you that whenever you got pregnant with their pups they would be able to fit through your vagina so technically their knot should be no problem for you to handle.

Needless to say, even if that was true, it was definitely easier said than done.

"Jungkook!" You cried out, feeling that familiar urge to tap out as you buried your face in the covers. But despite the pain, your stomach still swirled warmly in the direction of a release and oddly enough, the arousal and pain blended into something delicious and overwhelming.

And then, Jungkook gave the hardest thrust yet and popped his knot into your entrance, the action causing you to gasp sharply. But you knew this time, it was in you to stay. Because Jungkook didn't try to yank his hips back like before, instead he grind into you with a purpose, hips flushed with your ass.

The swirling warmth in the pit of your stomach began to intensify at how full you felt, and not to mention you could feel the way his knot rubbed snugly against your walls and hitting every sugary spot you could imagine.

No human man could ever make you feel this way.

And just the thought of that, coupled with the incredible feeling of being filled to the brim, was enough to send you spiraling into the most sweetest high. The feeling of heaven flushing throughout your limbs and caressing your stomach and lower back, making your toes curl and mouth pop open as you welcomed it with fervor.

The sensation of your walls clenching and clenching and your thighs quivering in an attempt to keep yourself up was what finally coaxed Jungkook into coming. Releasing his thick seed deep within you as his chest rumbled with a deep content growl, his face nuzzling into your temple and hips continuing to move in small little grind to milk himself dry inside of you.

There was so much cum, he was still releasing into you and it always amazed you how completely stuffed you were afterwards. Filled up completely by Jungkook, every inch inside of you.

"Fuck," you whimpered, letting out a shaky breath and the small little noise made Jungkook wrap both arms around your middle in an attempt to comfort you as he lapped at your face, but you were now supporting both of your weight and you let out a helpless noise at the pressure on your upper body. "Jungkook, please you're squishing me,"

And he gave you one last lick before placing his hands back onto the bed and picking his weight up off of you.

You looked back over your shoulder at him, wondering what he looked like after such an intense fuck since you basically never had sex facing each other. You always had to be on your hands and knees, in the proper breeding position, Taehyung and Jungkook proclaimed.

The sight nearly made you orgasm all over again. Sweat soaked his hairline and was dripping down the sides of his face, coupled with hooded eyes and parted lips as he breathed heavily from the previous exertion. There was a slight furrow between his eyebrows, making him look like the sexiest thing you've ever witnessed. And as if the whole thing couldn't get better, he tilted his head back slightly and sniffed at the air, hips twitching afterwards.

"Smells good. Just like it always does when my bitch gets bred."

You moaned, feeling fucking aroused all over again because of Jungkook and his damn filthy, blatant words.

When you propped yourself up back onto your elbows, your sore knees were brought to your attention and you were just about to ask Jungkook if he could arrange you two on your sides like usual but thats when you suddenly felt something.

Something little and faint down at your entrance, that was there and gone within a quick second.

Jungkook suddenly went tense above you and then you felt it again. This time, you realized it was wet and warm, prodding and swiping around the area tentatively.

"Taehyung," you suddenly said with a shaky exhale. Not asking for his attention, but just voicing your realization that the odd sensation was him.

He was positioned behind you and Jungkook, head angled between your legs in order to lap around your sensitive center. He always did this after Jungkook knotted you, enjoying the new juices that your climaxes provided while also offering his numbing/healing saliva. Aiding with any soreness you felt, but it was mainly for Jungkook. Whenever you couldn't feel Taehyung's tongue, you knew he had veered off to the base of Jungkook's cock and was licking at the little part of his knot that could be seen from inside of your vagina. Their knots were always sensitive and sore afterwards so they would help each other out and lick them to ease the dull ache since they couldn't reach their own.

Jungkook released a deep breath, his body seeming to relax along with it. He crowded you forwards and then dropped his weight down onto his hip on the mattress, moving the two of you so you would be on your sides.

Taehyung whined at the loss, trying to follow the irresistible taste and Jungkook just rolled his eyes tiredly when he got you both situated and then he slipped his hand under your inner thigh so he could heft your leg into the air that way for Taehyung. The eldest hybrid re-positioned himself and dove back in, licking at you both once more eagerly.

You were so exhausted all of the sudden, Jungkook always did a number on you when you fucked. It was go big or go home for him all the time when it came to sex, which you had no complaints about whatsoever. But golly, it sure tired you out.

Practically numb to Taehyung's tongue at this point, you just rested your head on the pillow and gazed tiredly down at him working, enjoying the feeling of both of your lovers so close to you.

And before you knew it, your eyes were slipping closed and the last thing you remembered before dozing off was Jungkook growling softly and easing your leg down, telling Taehyung to let you rest.

You awoke to the sun shining straight into your eyes and you moaned, turning your head away from the light. But the innocent morning sunlight was definitely not what roused you from sleep, and quite frankly, not what made you moan either.

Opening one eye and peeking down, you saw a mop of brown hair between your legs, fluffy ears perked up.

"Taehyung," you whispered, biting your lip and frowning at the over-sensitivity of his tongue lapping at your clit.

Realizing you were awake, he looked up at you and his tail began to wag in excitement. He pulled himself up, whining and your eyes fell to the large bulge in his pajama pants.

His hips stuttered, seeking out friction.

"Please, before Jungkook wakes up," he pleaded desperately, giving you the literal puppy dog eyes as the cherry on top.

You yawned, stretching your muscles and wondering how the hell you allowed those eyes to have such a strong effect on you as you rolled over onto your knees. You kept your head on the pillow, hugging it and closing your eyes, feeling Taehyung moving around behind you.

Good morning world, you thought humorously as you arched your back and poked your ass into the air.

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