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It'll be okay | Nash Gold Jr. part 3 of Afterglow

Fandom: Kuroko no Basket Rating: General Word Count: 2.300 Genre: Slice of Life | Hurt/Comfort | Angst | Romance Summary: When your past catches up to you, Nash is there to hold you. Notes: I know it's been hella long time since I last posted anything and for that I apologise. Everything has been piling up so much that I really needed to write something out.

Stretching your legs, you turn in your bed when the first breeze of wind startles you. A chill runs down your spine, goosebumps on your arms before you wrap the blanket tighter around yourself. Something is missing, but you don’t know exactly what.

Opening one eye, you narrow your eyebrows, expecting the sun only to be met with nothing. A whine escapes your lips as you turn, hating the fact you woke up much earlier than intended. You’re expecting something, a warmth on the other side of the bed, but there’s nothing. It’s cold and empty and it makes you open your eyes to look around.

There’s no sign of anyone but you being here. There’s silence and neither your dog is found anywhere. You whistle for Spot, expecting him to come running into the bedroom and jump on your bed, but you’re waiting for nothing.

You wait a minute, two, before you decide to look for your dog. Standing up, you unconsciously stretch your arms as you slip into the slippers and leave the bedroom.

“Spot?” you call quietly, looking around the living room.

You expect him to be lying on the couch, like he usually does, but he's not there. Narrowing your eyebrows, you walk towards the kitchen, expecting Nash, but he's not there either. Closing your eyes, you take in a shaky breath, leaning on the doorway of the living room when you hear a whistle. It's followed by a bark and you realise it's coming from the outside.

Walking towards the door that leads onto the terrace, you open and the first thing you see coming from the forest is Spot. He's looking behind, but like he's sensing you, he turns his head in front and paces up until he almost sends you to the floor. You laugh and rub his head and torso when he leans deeper into your touch.

“Did we wake you up?” Nash's voice makes you look at him.

You shake your head, smiling. “Just woke up, actually.”

Nash approaches you and he leans down, kissing you directly on the lips. You're still not used to the affection he's suddenly showering you with, but it feels nice. Spot decides it's a brilliant idea to run past you inside, which makes you stumble.

“Spot.” Nash calls in a warning tone, sending him a rather playful glare.

Looking at your dog, you see his ears deflate and head low as he stares at you both. You're shaking your head, more amused at how close they've already become. Despite knowing Spot has always been fond of people he knows, he definitely wasn’t kind to strangers and it took him time to warm up to someone.

"Wanna grab a bite at the diner?" Nash wraps an arm around you before he kisses you on the lips.

A smile spreads across your lips as you nod. "Sounds perfect…" you murmur.

You hear Spot barking from inside, but you don't mind. You let Nash lead you inside. He sits you down in the kitchen and you watch him walk towards the stove when the smell of coffee hits you. Your heart skips a beat when you realise that he made some for you before he left with Spot.

You’re sitting outside the diner, with Spot by your feet. Looking around, you notice a couple of people you got to know in the time you live here. They smile at you, greeting that you return without hesitation before their eyes fall on Nash. You can see the recognition in their gaze that only proves your assumption when they begin to talk to each other.

Turning to Nash, you’re about to tell him, but he’s already looking at you. He raises an eyebrow, like he wonders what you’ll say, only for you to remain quiet instead. You feel your cheeks burn at the intensity that makes you avoid his gaze, feeling your voice being caught in your throat.

Reaching for your cup, you take a sip, finding more interest in anything else but the man sitting in front of you.

Nash chuckles as he says; “What’s gotten you so silent now?” in a teasing manner. “Cat got your tongue?”

You send him a glare, but remain quiet. You play with your fingers, glancing at Spot, who remains lying. He turns his head occasionally, but remains by your side. And then you spot it. A child, no older than five years, is running towards your table, or more precisely, to Nash with a wide smile that could rival anyone’s.

“Hi!” he greets, his eyes shining brightly as he stares up at Nash.

A smile on his lips and Nash is greeting the boy back, who asks him for an autograph while his small hands hold onto a notebook and a pen. You watch in slight amusement at how smitten he looks for the boy and suddenly you wonder how your children would look.

Shaking your head, Nash catches your gaze like he knows what you’re thinking about. You feel your cheeks heat up and turn to look at the boy, who’s running back to his mother, jumping from joy as he shows what Nash signed. You smile softly, knowing the boy will cherish it for a long time.

And as much as you wish to have a child, you're reminded of all those days and times you spent awake late at night, wondering why men keep on ghosting you. When you went on a hike and a few teens made fun of you for not being a size 4 just because you weren’t in form. How you were never even a chance when you were out with friends and men were hitting on them, making you feel like an outcast instead.

You startle when Nash reaches for your hand. His gaze is filled with worry and it makes you wonder when he’ll get sick of you. When will he stop coming? When will he stop texting you?

“You okay?” he asks.

You’re not sure what expression you’re making, but it’s obvious Nash doesn’t buy your excuse: “I’m fine,” for a second.

But he doesn’t pry.

And it makes you wonder just how much he truly likes you.

The drive back to the cabin is rather quiet. Nash tries to talk to you, but your short replies soon make him give up. He holds your hand while driving, yet it doesn’t seem like it bothers him too much. The silence, that is.

You nibble on your lower lip, your thoughts loud.

You’re not sure when you arrive back to the cabin; not until Nash is looking at you. He might have said something, you’re not sure, so you wait for him to repeat it. Except that he doesn’t. He remains quiet, his eyes looking straight into yours until you’re the first to avoid his gaze.

“Don’t avoid me.” He’s the first to break the silence.

Turning his way once again, Nash narrows his eyebrows. He knows something is wrong.

He reaches out for your hand that rests on your thighs, giving it a small squeeze. “Don’t push me away.” His voice is quieter and filled with … sadness.

“You should go home.”

It’s not what you wanted to say. You don’t want him to leave, not even for a minute, and the words you’ve just spoken surprised him as well–not just you–, because his eyes are wide. You want to take those words back, but your body isn’t listening to you.

“Are you crazy?” he snorts, his hand reaching up to cup your face. “No way am I leaving you. Not now.”

Releasing you, he steps out of the car and you feel tears brim in your eyes. You watch him go around the car until he’s pulling you out of your seat. He cups your face and wipes away the tears with his thumbs before he kisses your forehead. Feeling powerless, you let him walk you back into the cabin, Spot already a few steps ahead, until he sits you down on the terrace.

At this point, you try to hide your sadness even more, but Nash has none of it, because the minute he is gone, he’s already back with your favourite blanket, despite the warm and sunny weather, and chocolate milk you have stored in the refrigerator. Your chest tightens at how easily he can read you.

You feel your eyes tear up and for a split second he panics. He’s unsure what to do and a part of you expects him to turn and leave, yet just like a moment before, he proves you wrong. He sits beside you and wraps his arms around you.

“I don’t know what got into this pretty head of yours, but the last thing I’ll do is to leave you alone.”

“You will eventually…” you murmur more to yourself.

It’s like time has frozen. Nash stills completely as you bite your lower lip. You refuse to look at him, but he holds your chin and forces you to turn your head. Your eyes meet his and there’s something in his gaze, you haven’t seen yet; sadness.

“Princess,” he whisper-calls and you melt at his nickname; “I promise you, I’m not leaving. You’re stuck with me, so please … talk to me…” he pleads.

Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath before you slowly let it out.

“I never got along with my family…” You start quietly and Nash reaches for your hands instead, squeezing them in his. “There was also this boy,” a small smile spreads across your lips at his memory; “that I loved. Perhaps there are still some feelings lingering deep down in my heart, aching for his touch and his brightness that I adored.”

Nash remains silent. You open your eyes and avert them towards Spot, who’s lying by your feet, sleeping.

“Maybe I should have seen all those ‘red flags’ everyone was speaking of, yet I remained blind to them, because I cared for him too much. I loved him to the point I was prepared to leave everything in that same moment if he called and said he needed me.” Letting out a shaky breath, you lower your gaze at your hands. He’s caressing them and you feel your chest tighten, because no one has ever done that before.

“We only ever talked when it was convenient for him and did the things he liked.”

You feel like a concrete wall around your heart is beginning to crack open the longer Nash remains silent, giving you nothing but to be there and hold you, even if only your hands.

“He never listened. Whenever I wanted to go to a cinema, to watch a certain movie, he didn’t like it. When I sent him a song I loved, he said there could never be a more stupid band instead.” you close your eyes, letting out a small breath you unknowingly held. “Yet at the same time, it wasn’t all that bad. He was there when I felt bad about myself. He made my days less bearable, surprised me so many times I couldn’t help but love him, forget all the bad things, because that’s normal in a relationship, no?”

Expecting no answer, you stare at your hands.

“Which is why I’m afraid of love. I’m afraid I’ll fall so deeply that the moment they leave, I won’t be able to breathe.” You feel your eyes tearing up the more you remember those days. How many hours you spent waiting on his message, reply, only to receive what you already expected; a simple “no”.

“I won’t say I’m like that, ‘cause that would be a lie.” Nash speaks after a moment. He’s still holding your hands and you can feel his eyes on you, but you’re too afraid to look at him. “I have games in other countries–”

“It’s not that.” you overtake him immediately. A tear slips down and you laugh. “I know all of that and I’m glad, happy you can do what you love, but after so many times of hearing “no”, “I don’t have time”, “I’m tired”, “I want something else than a drink” and all that constantly, over and over again, I don’t feel loved.” You look at him, unable to hold it back anymore as more tears stream down. “Every time I wanted to do something, just a goddamn drink, a simple drink, I was met with no. With two guys, two. I’m afraid that one day you’ll get tired of me and when I want to spend some time with you, I’d be met with the same word; “no” without giving a different time or date. I need reassurance that we’re okay, that you still like me, that I won’t have to go months without seeing you and expect...everything...”

Voice cracking towards the end, you bite your lower lip and look away.

“I-I thought I'll be fine after it happened once, but I guess I love to torment myself. A-and it's okay if it-it's not at that time, any-any other time is okay, as l-long as you agree to a simple drink...”

“[Name]...” Nash calls your name softly. “I'll stay.”

And just like that, an invisible dam that was holding back your emotions broke. In a second Nash holds you in his arms as you cry into his chest. You hold onto his shirt like you're holding onto your own life. He's caressing your back, rocking you back and forward softly. You feel embarrassed for being so vulnerable in front of him, but after telling him all of that, you knew it was only a matter of time before you broke down.

Nash presses a kiss on the side of your head. “I'm not leaving you.” His voice is soft, yet at the same time sounds final.

And you believe him.

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Runaway train | Obey Me x reader

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall we date Rating: General Word Count: 6.900 Genre: Slice of Life | Drama | Hurt/Comfort | Angst Additional tags: choking Summary: When the truth of your ancestor came out, you were surprised. You couldn’t say you expected it, but … for some reason it felt weird. Finding out your ancestor long ago was an angel and that a very small part of you is somehow related to the demons confused you. But you accepted that. You accepted the truth and helped the brothers come to accept it as well. It was hard, especially for Belphegor and Beelzebub, but eventually they did. And a part of you already expected for them to compare you to her. Notes: So this one has been in my drafts for far too long and it’s, in a way, based on a real thing too. Sometimes, if not most of the time, I get called by a different name, which I dismiss completely, but then I wondered what if and this story came. It’s been a long time since I posted anything for Obey Me! Fandom, so I hope I’m not too out of the form..

What you didn’t expect was for it to hurt. You knew them as nothing but demons, for who they showed you to be. But the brothers? You could see those gazes that lingered on you for a second too long, those gentle and warm smiles they sent your way before they disappeared. It hurt. You couldn’t tell them, but it hurt, because they didn’t see you for who you were, but for your ancestor.

But that was okay. It was okay, because at least they were talking to you, still treating you like a normal human being. It was okay, wasn’t it?

You were sitting beside Barbatos in the Student Council Room, talking about the exchange program. Simeon, Luke and Solomon were sitting not too far away, adding what you might have missed. Out of seven brothers, only Satan was present. It didn’t surprise you, since Satan mostly accompanied you from one place to another while others continued to do their own thing.

You felt your phone ring in your pocket, announcing a message. While the rest talked, you took the chance to check, having a hunch it must have been from Mammon. And indeed it was.

         Hey wanna come with me later?

You raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was up to now. With a small smile, you quickly typed your answer, accepting it.

If only you wouldn't get your hopes up.

If you were honest to yourself, you were just waiting for it. Waiting for one of them to slip up. You wondered who would be first; one of the twins? Or would it be Lucifer, who you know he still feels regret to this day.

Lilith.

The moment the name slipped off his tongue and not even realising his mistake, was perhaps what hurt the most. You wanted to correct him, saying that no your name wasn’t Lilith, but you couldn’t bring yourself to make that gentle expression disappear. Not now after so many months of him finally opening up to you.

“It’s just one time.” you told yourself. “Just one time.”

Yet it was one too many times, because the second time came and then the third and it went on, until you couldn’t take it anymore.

Perhaps they took you for granted, thinking you wouldn’t be angry, upset that they misspoke your name. They’re demons after all, perhaps that day still lingers in their mind like some do in yours. You remained quiet through this all. And perhaps because Satan was the only one to call you by your name that you spent more and more time with him instead. It wasn’t fair, you knew that, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt that they never apologised.

“Are you okay?”

You feel Satan’s eyes on you as you sit on an armchair in his room. You’re reading one of Devildom's history books and if it weren’t for his sudden question that startles you, you would have ignored him completely.

Raising your head, a smile spreads across your lips. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’ve been acting strange ever since you came back with Mammon two weeks ago.” He doesn’t look away from you and you know he knows why. After all, the brothers aren’t very subtle about calling you Lilith. “Want to talk about it?”

“No.” You answer much too quickly for your comfort. Wincing at your own brashness, you close the book and sigh. “I’m used to getting my names changed.” You force a smile and something in Satan’s eyes changes, because you look away instead, not liking how he’s looking at you with sadness. “Don’t look at me like that.” you grit your teeth.

“I won’t apologise in their stead.” He says and you hear the book closing before he stands up and walks to one of the many bookshelves. “What they’re doing is not okay, but you must stand up for yourself as well.” You look at his back, staring at him. “The longer you let them, the more they’ll do it. You must draw a line, [Name].”

It feels so odd being called by your name that it makes your chest ache. “I’m not exactly the type to correct someone…” you murmur more to yourself.

“You’ll continue to be hurt by them.”

He’s right. You know he’s right, but no matter how much you try to correct them, you can't let those smiles disappear. “I’m fine…” you whisper.

Satan turns his head to look at you. He stares at you for a moment before he turns back in front. “You’re always welcomed here.” He says instead and you feel your eyes sting from sudden tears.

You’re sobbing, trying to catch a breath, almost to no avail. Hiding in one of the empty classrooms at RAD, you tried to be as quiet as you could be, yet it still seems like luck wasn’t on your side. Someone calls your name and you realise it a bit too late to see Diavolo standing on the doorway. Right beside Lucifer. Something flashes through Lucifer’s eyes and he moves forward before he stops abruptly like he just realised something.

“I-I’m sorry…” It’s unusual for him to stutter, but he turns and leaves instead.

Not once does he look back.

You grip your uniform, biting on your lower lip enough to draw out blood, as you try hard to control your sobs. Diavolo is by your side in a second along with Simeon and Luke, for whom you’re not sure where they came from. You hear Luke asking what’s wrong, what happened, why Lucifer left in a hurry, but you couldn’t answer him, because all you could see was Lucifer’s disappointment, his regret, shame. Why couldn’t he approach you? Was he thinking you were Lilith and when he realised he left? Did you really mean nothing to him?

“H-home…” you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I-I wanna g-go home…”

Diavolo and Simeon exchange a glance, but they don’t say a word. Along the way Barbatos comes and the two angels accompany you back to the House of Lamentation. Part of you expects to see one of the brothers there, but there’s no one. You’re not even sure why you expected anyone to be there. Ever since you came to Devildom, you were alone. Even Solomon was different from you even if he’s a human. You can’t exactly call any of them your friends, but they’re not just classmates either.

Once you’ve calmed down, it’s Barbatos who approaches you in the living room where you’re sitting. It’s quiet, too quiet for your liking, yet you can’t bring yourself to call for anyone. Simeon and Luke had to go back to the Academy for a meeting that Diavolo suddenly called upon, so you’re left alone.

“I’ve brought some tea. Would you like some?”

You look at the demon in front of you and smile, giving a small nod.

Barbatos returns the smile before he disappears into the kitchen. Not wanting to be alone, you follow him and sit down by the counter instead. You observed him so many times, yet his elegance continues to amaze you.

“Thank you,” you smile when he places a cup in front of you.

“You’re welcome,” he replies without hesitation as he sits in front of you, a cup in front of him as well.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you and you’re not exactly sure what he’s doing here. You can only guess.

“Would you like to go home?” Barbatos is the first to break the silence.

His question makes your eyes wide and you choke on tea, coughing seconds later.

“I-I’m sorry?” you stutter, looking at him.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” He apologises, looking slightly embarrassed. He hands you a handkerchief that you slowly take, like you’re unsure. “Lord Diavolo wanted me to ask you if you want to go back to the human realm. He noticed something was odd and found you in the classroom, he worries you might feel homesick.”

Averting your gaze, the corners of your lips twitch. You remain silent for a moment before you look directly into his eyes and smile. If you get the chance, you won’t let it slip away. “Yes, I’d like that if it’s not too troublesome.”

Barbatos nods in understanding as silence becomes almost too deafening. At least you can focus on the cup, leaving Barbatos to the silence until he speaks. His voice is quiet, filled with understanding and you wonder if he saw your future.

"Wherever you'll be, you can always call for Lord Diavolo or me."

You meet his eyes and there’s sympathy and warmth in his gaze that makes your chest tight and eyes fill with tears. Barbatos moves before you realise it and he’s embracing you.

Your throat is slowly closing in on you and you feel your eyes burn from the tears you’re hardly holding back. You shut your eyes and hug him back, your hands shaking with realisation dawning on you.

“Thank you…” you whisper into the crook of his neck.

Being back home feels … odd, yet at the same time you have never felt happier than in that same moment you walk through the front door. There's noise and you see your mom cooking, completely startled by the door opening. She's looking at you like she has just seen a ghost. There are tears in your eyes and you're running to her, embracing like your life is depending on it.

You feel the pacts burn in your skin and emotions are overwhelming you that makes you feel like suffocating if it weren't for the small circles on your back that let you know you're home.

There's anger and yells, voices overlapping each other all while Diavolo and Simeon stand there, their expressions telling everything they need to know. Excuses are spoken, blame pointed at the one person that isn't there and it takes just a small amount for the wrath to be felt to the deepest corners of hell.

There's silence, heads lowered in shame and regret. No one dares to say anything, but Satan.

“How is [Name]?”

Anyone could see brothers flinching while Lucifer tries to be as expressionless as ever. But both Simeon and Diavolo know the oldest brother wasn’t fine with the situation either.

For a moment there's silence before Simeon speaks; “They’re happier.”

“Are you suggesting they weren’t happy here?” Mammon glares at the angel.

“Tell me something.” Satan says, his eyes focusing on the latter. All attention falls on him, including Lucifer’s. “In the last three months, how many times have all of you spent some alone time with them?”

Everyone is looking at Satan confused, except for Diavolo and Simeon.

“What do you mean?” Beelzebub asks.

Satan looks directly at Lucifer. “After that incident, how many times have you seen them?”

Lucifer narrows his eyebrows before he looks away, refusing to look at anyone.

Turning to Mammon, Satan continues; “How many times have you called them by a name of a person, who has been dead for centuries?”

The silence that falls upon the room is deafening.

“What are you talking about, Satan?” Luke’s quiet voice breaks the tension the moment he walks inside with Solomon and Barbatos.

No one dares to look at Satan, less alone at Luke or Simeon. Lucifer refuses to look at Diavolo, but feels his eyes on him.

“What do you mean by that?” Luke repeats. “Their name is [Name] and [Name] alone. They don’t have any other name. They shouldn’t have another name, unless they alone decided to change it. But they didn’t or they would tell us. Wouldn’t they, Simeon?” The young angel looks at his friend and protector, who sadly smiles.

“I wonder.” Satan scoffs. “How many times have you called them Lilith unconsciously?”

“What?” Luke’s eyes widen and he looks from one brother to another, his eyes lingering on Beelzebub the most. “But you didn’t, right?” he takes a step towards Lucifer, eyes now focusing on him. “Satan is wrong.” He looks directly at Mammon, who’s turned away, but Luke could see the way he’s gritting his teeth and balling a fist by his side.

“Luke,” Simeon calls softly.

The angel turns his way. “Is that why [Name] left?” his voice is quiet, but the venom and coldness heard in it sends chills down their spine.

“I’m afraid so.” He agrees and looks at Satan.

“Oh…” Luke lowers his head before he leaves without a word.

Simeon closes his eyes and sighs. He sees the way Beelzebub is looking at him and says; “He was supposed to find out eventually either way.”

“Should you leave him alone?” Belphegor asks, eyes lingering on the doorway.

“He can handle himself.” The angel smiles. He looks at Diavolo and Solomon, continuing; “I will leave Devildom for a couple of days. I hope you don’t mind accompanying me, Solomon and Satan.”

“Of course not.” Solomon smiles and looks at Satan, who nods with a huff.

“Don’t worry about the exchange and focus on your work.” Diavolo agrees.

“Did they really leave because of us?” Leviathan speaks as he meddles with his fingers. “Was it truly because we called them Lilith? But it was done unconsciously. We didn’t mean to do it on purpose. It wasn’t on purpose. Why didn’t they correct us? We wouldn’t if they did.”

Satan’s expression changes.

“But they did at first.” Barbatos answers. “They told you their name wasn’t Lilith but [Name]. Yet you brushed it aside like it meant nothing.”

Diavolo looks at Lucifer, who’s gritting his teeth. “What did you see that time, Lucifer?” The said demon looks at him. “In the classroom. Who did you see? Was it [Name]? Or was it Lilith?”

Sitting on a balcony you listen to Luke ramble as he’s comfortably sitting on your lap, his arms wrapped around you. Your mother is inside, preparing dinner when the doorbell rings. A smile spreads across your lips before you laugh at Luke, who immediately straightens up the moment he hears Simeon’s voice.

Instead of letting the angel sit back on his own chair, you embrace him tighter, refusing to let him go.

“Ah, no! Lemme go, [Name], Simeon has come!” Luke is pouting.

“Don’t wanna.” You shake your head.

You hear Simeon’s chuckle when he stands on the doorway of the balcony. Your mother is saying something from inside, but you don’t hear her clearly for the children, who pass just below the balcony are running and screaming.

“Hello,” Simeon greets you and you look at him. “It’s been a while.”

“It has been.” You agree.

Simeon steps outside, his eyes focusing on the children as well as Luke, who gave in on his demise. “It’s always so lively when I visit.”

“It is.” You laugh and brush Luke’s hair from his forehead. He’s quiet, his attention on the string from your hoodie, but there’s no doubt that he’s also listening to your talk. “It’s quite a change from the Devildom.”

For a moment Simeon remains silent, watching the children. “Do you truly want to go through with the plan?” Turning your way, his eyes find yours in a second.

“Yes,” you don’t hesitate to answer. Luke stills his movement and looks at you. “I’ll be alright.”

“You won’t be.” Simeon says. “A part of your soul will be gone along with their pacts. There’s also a possibility you might lose some memories if all seven pacts are gone in that same moment.”

“Then that’s even better.”

“[Name].” he says your name sternly.

“What do you expect me to do, Simeon?” you sigh. “Have they asked you how I am? Where am I? Have they even bothered to think of visiting me? All I feel through their pacts is anger. Even Satan hasn’t sent a letter, less alone a message, since he visited the last time. Does he also blame me for what I'm about to do?”

“No,” Simeon is quick to shake his head. “If anything they’re too prideful to even check up on you.” he goes with his hand through his hair, looking away.

You chuckle at that, expecting it. Yet it still hurt hearing it. Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath, releasing Luke, who straightens up. You can feel his eyes on you, but instead you look away, afraid to see the pity in his eyes.

“Here you go.” Your mother appears on the doorway, holding a cup of tea in her hands.

Simeon smiles and takes it with gratitude before she disappears back inside. Your heart aches at the sight of your mother. While you didn’t tell her the whole truth – of angels and demons being real instead of only a legend and myth – you told her enough to know that something happened, that you refused to return to the exchange program.

“You know once we go through the procedure, you’ll need weeks, if not months, to recuperate.” Simeon turns to face you. “You won’t be able to remain here in the town.”

“I don’t mind.” you shake your head. “I have an uncle living at the farm. He has a small cottage near-by, so I can stay there.”

Simeon is staring at you, but doesn’t say a word unlike Luke; “But do you truly want to?” His voice is quiet and you look at him. You spot tears in his eyes and you unconsciously reach out to caress his cheek.

“I’ll be okay…” you smile.

You start to believe your own lies.

It’s like every normal day in Devildom. Everything seems to be like in the past, before you came as an exchange student. Each brother kept themselves in their own rooms, not one bothering to check up on you.

Except for one.

Mammon is pacing up and down in his bedroom, biting on his thumb. His eyebrows are furrowed and the longer he thinks and wonders and worries, the more he’s doubtful to go through with his plan.

It’s been two months since you left, since you felt “homesick” and you still haven’t returned back. Mammon knows he messed it up. He knows you’re not Lilith, his fallen sister, but he didn’t know how big the consequences were when he called you by that name. He knows it didn’t happen once, but a couple of times, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when you looked like a lost puppy, just like his sister.

He massages his left wrist, feeling sadness and regret before it tingles. He scratches it when his heart skips a bit when the black lines like vines appear. His eyes widen, because even if he forgot what this moment means, it's still fresh in his memory from when it happened.

"No…" Mammon murmurs to himself and begins shaking his head all while digging nails into his wrist. "No, no, no…" he's chanting, but those same vines begin to disappear along with the emotions he felt just a moment ago.

Suddenly he feels empty, like an empty shell that once held something warm and gentle inside. He feels tears threaten to spill and before he knows it, he's running out of his bedroom and down the hallway. He hears Beelzebub in the background, asking where he's running to, but Mammon doesn't have time to stop and tell him.

It's seconds before it completely disappears that he rushes into Lucifer's room all breathless only to show him the last marks of the pact. Lucifer's eyes focus on it and narrows his eyebrows. He stands up, ready to speak, but he alone is forced to a stop when he feels it.

It starts like a tingle that spreads throughout his whole body until it reaches the inner side of his left wrist and stops there. He watches the black ink of a white side of the yang appear. It lingers for a moment and Lucifer can feel the doubt you might feel for a split second and before he can take action it begins to disappear.

His eyes are wide at the sight. He's frozen on the spot as he watches. Mammon is mumbling something, but Lucifer couldn't care more, because it's the sadness and pain that he feels the last before it disappears. It leaves him bare of any emotion, struggling to breathe until Mammon holds him. He stumbles and looks at his younger brother for answer, yet what greets him is nothing but the realisation that they messed up badly.

By the middle of the day, the whole house of Lamentation is in turmoil. The brothers are talking over each other, asking for your whereabouts, trying to contact you, but Lucifer is lost. He doesn’t know where you are, less alone how to contact you after you left your D.D.D back in the Devildom.

Lucifer recalls Diavolo’s question and shame fills him to the last core. He doesn’t dare to admit it, but he knows Diavolo is right. He should have apologised that day when it happened, and told his brothers to mind what they’re saying. If it wasn’t intentional, he should have prevented it somehow.

But then again, a part of him also blamed you. Refusing to take the whole blame upon his shoulders, when you could have corrected them as much as he could. And if anything it was that emotion alone that made Lucifer just a bit angrier at you than at his brothers. If you didn’t answer when they called you by a different name, it wouldn’t have gotten this far. You wouldn’t leave them. You could have stayed by their side, laughing with them.

Yet instead you remained silent as you took all of it in.

“My, my, what’s with so much noise.” Solomon’s voice makes the arguments quiet down.

“Solomon!” Asmodeus’ eyes are wide like he just came up with an idea. “Solomon, my dear, you must know where [Name] had gone to.”

Solomon blinks with his eyes, confusion visible before it dawns on him. “No, I do not.” His answer is short and simple.

It confuses the brothers.

“But … didn’t you leave with Simeon and Satan?” Beelzebub murmurs.

Solomon turns his way, a smile present on his lips. “I did.” He agrees and just when Mammon is about to speak, he continues; “But we didn’t meet with them after that one time. I don’t know where they are.”

All attention turns to Satan, who silently shakes his head, raising his hands like he doesn’t know either. But Lucifer knows they’re lying and it only makes him angrier. They know exactly where you are.

“I thought you’d be different, brother of mine.” Satan speaks when he sees Lucifer’s expression darken.

“What do you mean?” he narrows his eyebrows.

“Although you haven’t called them Lilith directly, they could still see it clearly.”

Lucifer grits his teeth.

Satan looks at Solomon, who closes his eyes and sighs. “They don’t wish to be found.”

“You know where they are!?” Mammon raises his voice and steps closer to Satan.

“I might have before.”

“Before what?” Belphegor asks. “Does it have to do anything with our pacts?”

“Bingo.” The corners of Satan’s lips turn upwards in a taunting smirk.

“You knew they’d try to break our pacts?” Leviathan is confused. “Why didn’t you stop them if you knew? Who else knew? Were we the only ones in the dark?”

“We didn’t stop them because we couldn’t.” Solomon answers, glancing at Satan in case he said something too much. “The same day we wanted to visit them once more, they were already long gone. The only one who might have an idea where [Name] is, is Luke.”

“Luke?” Mammon is even more confused. “What does Luke have with all of this?”

“Don’t you know?” Satan laughs as if he’s mocking them. “Luke is their protector and he’s the one who decides who can visit and who not. You guys are definitely the last on the list if you even are on.”

“Does that mean we can’t … see [Name]?” Leviathan’s voice is quiet.

“Unless Luke says otherwise, then no.” Solomon answers.

“And Simeon?” Lucifer asks. “Where is he?” He looks behind the wizard, expecting the angel to come, but nothing.

“He’s beside Luke, teaching him.” Solomon says and walks over like he’s in his own house. He watches Lucifer’s expression, smiling when he notices the gaze in his eyes shift, but doesn’t say anything on it. Instead, he continues; “It is a bit unfortunate that Satan and I cannot visit them, as they have lost quite a lot of the soul and strength when they broke the pact all together.”

“W-what?” Beelzebub stutters as Belphegor’s eyes widen while the rest seem slightly confused aside from Lucifer and Asmodeus.

“They didn’t.” Belphegor is shaking his head as he takes a step forward. “They couldn’t have broken all pacts at the same time, unless–” He stops abruptly, freezing in the spot before his head snaps towards Lucifer.

“It’s too late now.” Satan sighs. “What is done is done, there’s nothing we can do.”

“You don’t understand!” Belphegor raises his voice, frustrated.

“Oh dear…” Asmodeus murmurs, hand covering his mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Leviathan and Beelzebub are looking from one to another until Leviathan focuses on Lucifer. “What’s Belphegor talking about, Lucifer?”

Lucifer’s eyes are closed when he sighs. “They had enormous power from the beginning.” he starts slowly. He looks at Solomon, who’s quietly standing there only to realise that he doesn’t have any intention of stopping him. He’s not exactly sure if he’s glad about that or not.

“Any normal wizard cannot break all the pacts on his own, be it human, demon or witch, it doesn’t matter.” Lucifer looks at Belphegor, who’s glaring at him, yet his eyes show completely different emotion. The same emotion he saw when their sister fell, when she died as a human – fear. “But [Name] has been … different from the very beginning. They could use their voice to command all seven of us at the same time, so it doesn’t come as a surprise that they could also break the pacts at the same time. All seven. But …” he’s hesitating.

“But what?” Leviathan asks.

“There is a price they must pay if they do so.” Lucifer sighs and glances at Solomon and Satan, hoping they would continue, yet they don’t have any intention of doing so.

“There’s a chance they might lose memories.” It’s Mammon who speaks. “It’s that, isn’t it?” he asks and steps forward. “Because it depends how powerful the demon is. So if the demon isn’t as strong, then the price for breaking the pact isn’t so severe. But if you break it with a powerful demon times seven, then …” he grits his teeth.

“It’s as Mammon said.” Satan agrees. “Despite being their ancestor, Lillith is gone.” He looks from one brother to another, all of them looking anywhere else. “You should have been glad, happy that Lillith lineage isn’t broken, yet here you are, always comparing them to each other. [Name] is a person as well, different from Lillith in many ways than just in name.”

You’re not sure how much time has passed. Finally being back on your feet, after months of recovering, you couldn’t have felt more glad and thankful to your uncle than you did during that time. No one from your family questioned you about the boy that was always around you, helping you.

“Luke,” Your voice is rather quiet when you call for the angel.

Sitting on the stairs of the porch, reading a book, the angel turns and looks at you. “What is it?” he asks and he’s on his feet, rushing to your side.

“I was wondering,” you start slowly, unsure if it’s a good idea. Luke doesn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue. “I wanna see them…” you breathe out, your eyes averting to the sky, more afraid of his reaction than anything. It was no secret how overprotective he was, and still is, of you.

There’s silence and you dare to look at him only to worry when his expression is nothing but frown.

“Do you want to?” he asks, eyes looking into yours like he wants to make sure you really want to.

You hesitate to answer.

Letting out a silent sigh, Luke closes the book, places it on his side before he stands up and walks over to you. You unconsciously shiver, feeling the calmness and the purity of his presence alone, yet it doesn’t seem like he has noticed. Or if he has, he doesn’t say anything about it.

“When you’re hesitating like this, I can’t allow it.” He’s looking into your eyes. You spot sadness that diminishes and you wonder when did he grow up so much. “Forgive me.”

A small smile spreads across your lips as you reach out to caress his cheek. “It’s alright. Thank you for staying by my side.” you say and a wide smile replaces his frown.

You should have listened to Luke when he told you to wait. You should have waited for him no matter how much you were tempted to go to a bookstore and the market. You should have waited.

But now you can’t help but notice the nails that are slowly digging themselves into your neck, your toes barely touching the ground as you try to free yourself from the tight grip the woman has on you. The air doesn’t seem to come, no matter how much you try to scratch the witch’s hand as she laughs at you. Suddenly the faces of Luke and Simeon appear in front of you, remembering their smiles and there’s Solomon, speaking and your eyes water.

“It took me so long to find you.”

You can barely hear her words, the pounding of your heart too loud in your ears.

“It was silly of you to disappear into a remote place like this. Hidden behind the angels,” she scoffed; “but no demon in sight. What a day when I already had a hard time hiding from Mammon.”

At the mention of the said demon, his blue eyes are the first thing you remember. You try to free yourself, but you’re still not completely healed.

It’s Solomon’s words in your head, from those years back, when he studied with you, that your lips part and your voice is barely heard;

“Hear…me…”

The witch narrows her eyebrows, staring at you.

“...denizens of-of darkness…”

“What’s this?” She raises an eyebrow.

“...y-you, who are bo-born of shadow and…you, w-who give birth to it…”

The witch’s lip twitches. “Are you trying to summon them?” she mocks you. “A useless human without powers?” she muses and tightens her grip on your neck as she leans closer. “Go on. Amuse me more.”

You look up into the sky, noticing how there’s not a single cloud in the vicinity. “H-hear me…a-and do as I c-co-command…” you start to feel your consciousness slowly fade. “I, [N-Name]...call u-upon you to-to send f-forth one…of-of your number…”

You see the sky shift and suddenly you find yourself kneeling on the ground, gasping for air and coughing. You’re holding your neck, eyes looking at the witch, who’s watching you with a wide smile on her lips. Before you can use the chance to crawl away, she holds for your ankle, kneeling just in front of you.

“Don’t do anything funny and end your summoning spell.” She licks the upper lip before she bites the lower one, her eyes boring into your soul.

“I…” For a moment you hesitate, yet you can’t help the shiver when her hand slowly wraps around your throat once again. “I summon the Avatar o-of Greed, M-Mammon!”

Silence that spreads, tells you everything.

Tears fill your eyes, no sign of a tingling sensation that you once felt. The witch watches you for a moment until her laughter fills every corner of your body. You should have known it would be futile. You don’t even know why you wanted to summon a demon.

Closing your eyes, you lean on your hands, head buried between them as you break. The witch continues to laugh like she just won the lottery.

“M-Mammon…” you whisper-call, desperate. “P-please …”

There’s a brush of wind that gives you goosebumps when a silent; “Huh?” reaches you.

The laughter you heard just a second ago, disappears.

“W-what?” the witch stutters. You don’t raise your head, feeling too tired to care. “T-that’s impossible!”

“[N-Name]?”

There’s an all too familiar voice and pair of hands holding you that wake you from the daze. Your eyes widen from fear and you try to push the person away, thinking it’s the witch, only to freeze when you meet with the same blue eyes you thought of before.

“M-Mammon?” You choke on your own word.

“How did you manage to summon him?!” The witch yells, making you flinch and unconsciously cling onto Mammon, trying to hide. “You lost all the powers you had, including the pacts! You shouldn’t be able to summon anyone!”

Mammon is quietly staring at you, noticing how you shiver and it’s not from the weather. Not when it’s warm in the human world, so it must have been the witch’s fault. He was just having the time of his life, ready to hit a jackpoint in the casino back in the Devildom only to feel a tingling that he hasn’t felt in a long time. Before he realised what happened, he was in the human world and all he heard was the laughter until he spotted you cowering on the floor, shivering.

And then he notices. A bruise on your cheek, red marks on your neck, turning a darker shade of purple and a wave of anger consumes him.

Your eyes are shut tight as are your ears that you don’t notice another breeze of wind, arms that disappear and some distant screams that cease a moment later.

Hands slowly touch your face. It’s the warmth of them that makes you slowly open your eyes. Tears that you tried so hard to hold back, stream down, seeing it’s Mammon, who’s kneeling in front of you. You don’t look for the witch, knowing he took care of her, because that’s what he promised when you were still in Devildom. He’ll always protect you.

Your eyes fall on his lips when you notice him speaking and slowly pull your hands away from ears.

“It’s okay…” his voice is quiet, like he’s afraid if he speaks louder, you’d disappear again. “You’re safe. The witch is gone.”

You can feel your shoulders slumber as you fall deeper into his embrace. Mammon wraps his arms around you and it’s not long before you completely break down.

Mammon’s heart aches at the sight. He has never seen you so beaten, so powerless. There’s no sign of any confidence that you used to emit, there’s no smile that always greeted him or a playful scolding when he did something stupid. There’s nothing but a broken shell of a someone, who you used to be, of a human that not a single thing could break you until …

Mammon comes to a stop, freezing as his eyes grow wider.

It’s their fault you became like this.

You’re sitting on the couch, back at the uncle’s house when you hear a panicked: “[Name]!” recognising Luke’s voice. In a second, he’s in front of you, looking over for any kind of bruise until he sees them on your neck. He stills, staring at them when his gaze turns into a glare and turns to Mammon.

“I-it’s not his fault!” You blurt out.

Both Luke and Mammon turn to look at you.

“Don’t excuse his actions.” Luke says, his expression that of a slight disappointment. You can’t blame him for thinking this way.

“Hey, what’s the big deal, huh?” Mammon speaks, his attention on the little angel. “I was summoned here. Summoned.”

“What?” Luke seems confused. “Who would summon you to the human world?” he scowls and crosses his arms while standing in front of you.

“I did…” your voice is quiet. The angel looks at you even more confused. “I-I don’t know how I did it, but a witch found me and apparently she had some kind of resentment against me.” you chuckle more to yourself. “I-I tried the summoning and somehow–it worked somehow.”

Luke is staring at you for a moment before he turns to Mammon. “What did you feel before you were summoned?”

His question throws both you and Mammon off guard. It felt like he knew this would happen.

It doesn’t take Mammon long to answer. “At first there was nothing,” Your heart broke at his words; “but then the place where the pact was started to burn a little and I felt that same tingling whenever I’m summoned.”

Luke pursues lips into a thin line as he listens, his arms still crossed.

“Luke?” you call quietly.

He doesn’t turn to you and you look at Mammon, who seems taken aback for some reason.

“What’s going on?” you ask, feeling more and more confused.

“Simeon warned me of this.” The angel starts slowly and looks at you. “He told me when you’ll be in danger, you will manage to summon them once again.”

“But…the pact was…broken.”

“Yes,” he nods, seeming like he’s deep in thoughts. “But at the same time, there are still some traces of it left behind.”

“How?” you ask and glance at Mammon, who’s too quiet.

“That…” Luke looks to the side. “Simeon has been trying to find out. Solomon once talked of this, but he himself didn’t know what it means.”

“I think I may know why…” Mammon murmurs.

Both you and Luke turn to look at him. He hesitates, but when he looks at you, you can see the guilt and regret in his eyes and you’re suddenly reminded why you wanted to break your pacts with them.

“Usually when we break our pacts with the summoner, it’s not one sided.” Mammon’s voice is rather quiet and it takes you a moment, but you quickly realise what he means. “I don’t think anyone knows, aside from us demons, but we can still feel the bond that connects us. Of course it depends on the strength of both the demon and the summoner.”

“So, you’re saying that because you didn’t agree, you can still be summoned?” Luke asks and Mammon nods. “But [Name] broke all pacts. It took part of their soul, their power and memories with them and they’re still able to summon you?”

Mammon winces at Luke’s words. It’s not the reaction you expected and you wonder what else he knows. Instead of saying anything, he simply nods.

“So, am I able to summon others as well?” you ask.

“I don’t know…” Mammon shrugs, unsure. “Ya had a pact with all seven of us and we’re not exactly some lower-class demons either.” For a moment he thinks, before he continues. “It also depends who yer first was. Ya might have trouble with the rest, since I didn’t feel it right away. There’s a chance they won’t feel anything at all.”

“Oh…” you murmur and lower your head.

“Do ya wanna see them?” Mammon asks and you look at him.

You don’t miss the way Luke shifts nervously, reaching for your hand unconsciously like he’s trying to change your mind just by his actions alone. “I…” you start, but stop, unsure what to say. “I don’t know…” you end up saying and Mammon nods in understanding as he looks away.

“Mammon,” you call quietly and he looks back at you. “I missed you…” you whisper.

A small smile spreads across his lips as he approaches you and kneels in front of you. He’s looking you directly into your eyes and you nibble on your lower lip, wondering what he’ll say. If he’s going to say anything at all.

“I’m sorry.”

Your eyes widen at his apology. His hands are holding on your legs and at first glance it seems like he’s holding onto them like he’s begging you for his own life.

“I’m sorry for calling ya Lilith. Ya didn’t deserve that and it was never our intention.”

You narrow your eyebrows.

“Ya remind us so much of her that whenever we saw ya, we felt so much regret for her we unconsciously began to call ya by her name. It might sound like an excuse to ya, but it’s the truth.” he stops and tightens his grip on your legs.

It seems so unlike him, yet the sincerity in his eyes is real, that much you know.

“I’m sorry as well.” you say and Mammon looks at you confused. “I could have corrected you so many times, but didn’t.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “Ya have, but we just … we continued. We were selfish. We wanted to have our little sister back so whenever we saw ya, we felt so much regret for not being able to protect her enough that we began to see her instead of ya. And whenever yer face appeared after we saw hers, we felt guilty, so we pretended yer her.”

You’re not sure what to say, if you even should say anything.

“I’m sorry, [Name].” he’s looking directly into your eyes.

You can see the sincerity in them. A small smile spreads across your lips that Mammon spots with his gaze when Luke clears his throat. Turning to look at the little angel, you caress his cheek, smiling softly.

“I’m okay…” you whisper.

This time Luke believes you and so do you.

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Remind me | Nash Gold Jr. part 2 of Afterglow

Fandom: Kuroko no Basket Rating: Mature Word Count: 7.600 Genre: Romance | Comedy | Slice of Life | Drama Summary: It doesn’t take Nash long to change your mind, but he just might come to regret it. Or maybe not. Notes: I wanted to post this on Nash’s birthday on 4th of July, but I didn’t have enough time to edit and post it, so it’s two days late, but better late than never, huh? It can be considered as a sequel to Afterglow and I hope you’ll enjoy it like I did writing. Also I just gotta say that I love Spot so much in this fic asdfghjkl

Your heart flutters at the message you just received. A wide smile spreads across your lips before you shut it and place the phone back on the counter. Music streams from your laptop on the dining table making you hum along.

Eyes falling on Spot, you hopped to his side before you squatted down and cupped his head in your palms, caressing him. Leaning down you pressed a kiss on top of his head, his dark eyes watching you in, what seemed like, confusion, and without saying a word, you jumped on your feet and hopped back to the stove, where you were making pancakes.

It wasn't long until your phone rang, certainly a messenger ringtone heard throughout the kitchen that only made your smile wider.

"Hey there, girl," Kathy is grinning from ear to ear only to raise an eyebrow when you laugh. "Okay, something's up. You better tell me or I'm leaving everything and I'm coming to you." She threatens and it only makes you laugh louder.

"It's nothing." You say and place the phone on the counter so she could still see you.

"Now that's a lie and we both know it."

You hum more to yourself before you look at Spot, who stands up and leaves the house. Your heart flutters, eyes immediately following outside the house.

"Oh my god, he just came, didn't he?"

You feel your cheeks heat up and Kathy laughs as you begin to stutter.

"Okay, lover girl, I get it. I won't disturb you anymore." She says before she bids you goodbye and hangs up.

You leave the kitchen as it is and walk towards the door just in time to hear footsteps, Spot barking and a much too familiar laughter. Your heart skips a beat at the sight that greets you; Spot circling around Nash, who's leaning down, caressing his head, playing with him.

It's then that Nash's eyes focus on you that you feel your knees growing weak. The corners of his lips turn up in a smirk and you approach him halfway, your lips meeting his.

He hums in approval and you're smiling like an idiot as you pull away. But Nash has none of it, because he's wrapping an arm around you to pull you close, his lips pressing against yours once more. Your heart flutters as you hold on to his arms for support to not fall.

"...hey," He whispers against your lips after pecking them one last time.

Your cheeks are burning as you stare into his eyes. “H-hey," you stutter out breathless.

"Sorry for being late. It took me longer than I expected." He says and releases you, but not before locking his fingers with yours.

"Longer?" You repeat with laughter. "You're earlier than I expected." Stepping aside, you began to walk back inside, Nash right beside with Spot already on the doorway.

"Yeah?" He asks and the moment you close the door, he's pulling you against him, his lips on your cheek, trailing over to the corners of your lips, teasing you. "I've missed you." He murmurs and it sends shivers down your spine when you feel his hands roam down your sides. "I couldn't wait for the weekend."

"Nash…" you moan, gasping a second later when he nibbles on your skin just below your ear. You clutch onto his arms, eyes shut as you let yourself be led. "Y-you need a-a shower." you manage to stutter out.

Stilling his movements, Nash pulls away and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Are you saying I stink?"

"Yes," You laugh at his betrayed expression when he looks at Spot, saying: "Your owner is really weird. Maybe I should take you and bring you to LA instead."

“You're not taking my dog anywhere, mister.”

Nash looks at you, but instead of saying anything, he pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips against yours. You unconsciously close your eyes, letting yourself lose in the moment.

“Take a shower with me.” He murmurs against your lips once he pulls away.

“Mm-no,” you smile and Nash groans. “I need to prepare lunch.”

“It can wait.” He intertwines your fingers, looking directly into your eyes. “Didn’t you hear you must save water?”

You stare at him for a moment before you burst into laughter, Nash mirroring your smile. “I can’t believe these words are falling from your mouth.” you say and shake your head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“But you love me nonetheless.”

It feels like time stopped the moment he said those words. Your eyes widen and Nash suddenly appears to be like a deer caught in headlights only for your expression to soften. You squeeze his hand and pull him closer to you. You’re looking into his eyes before you move your gaze onto his lips, your fingers caressing his cheek. Your eyes catch his and you notice a bright shade of red covering his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

“I guess I really do.”

Nash is lying beside you in your bed, his arm beneath your head. You're sleeping peacefully and a small smile spreads across his lips. He reaches out his hand and traces finger down your cheek, his smile growing when you narrow your eyebrows. He wants to leave you to sleep, he really does, but he's kissing you on the lips, whispering; "Good evening" and you smile I return.

You hum instead, inching closer for a second kiss that Nash doesn't hesitate to give you. Opening your eyes, you look at him and the first thing you notice is his dishevelled hair. You reach up and comb it through with your fingers, sighing along.

"Your hair's a mess." You murmur more to yourself, but he laughs.

His laughter is rather silent, but it makes you feel butterflies nonetheless. He's wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer and suddenly you wonder where Spot is only for your attention to be short because Nash is already towering over and showering you with kisses.

"I love you…" He whispers and you're melting into his touch because you do as well.  Because you've never felt like this for anyone before.

It's early in the morning when you're the first to wake up. Nash is sleeping beside you and Spot is on his usual place by your feet, when he raises his head and looks at you. You sit up and caress his head with a smile before you stand from bed. Stretching your arms and rising on your toes, you manage to conceal a squeal that threatens to spill through your lips. You lean down to pick up shorts from the ground and put on slippers as you leave the bedroom. You look at Nash once more before you close the door.

You prepare some coffee and check the messages on your phone, laughing when you see one from Kathy, asking if you survived the day while one was from Sara with a simple message that she sent you another package.

You can't wait for the package to arrive, knowing it's going to take a while. Leaving the house, you sit down on a swing on your porch, Spot right by your feet. You smile and caress his head, watching as he jumps up and lays down with head on your lap. He sighs and you chuckle, taking a sip of your coffee as the sun slowly rises. There are clouds in the sky, surrounding the sun, yet not covering it.

A chill runs down your spine, when a slightly colder wind blows. You look at the time on your hand-watch before you lean your head back and sigh as you close your eyes. You still have some time before you start preparing breakfast.

Not long after, a smile breaks on your lips when you hear footsteps and feel Spot raising his head and wagging his tail. Arms wrap around you from behind, the warmth embracing you completely.

“Why is it that every time I wake up, you’re not by my side?”

His voice is still filled with sleep, but he’s certainly awake.

You hum and lean back, looking at Nash, who seems to be slightly pouting. A chuckle escapes you as you hold onto his arms, smiling even wider. “’M sorry. I’m not used to sleeping in anymore. You can blame me for moving here to this place.” You look forward towards the forest and see birds flying amid the mist. “It’s so beautiful here that I can’t sleep anymore.”

“It truly is refreshing.” Nash agrees before he releases you and walks around to sit beside you. He pulls you into his lap, Spot making his place on the ground instead. “But I’d prefer it if you wake me up next time.” He says, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.

His gesture makes you laugh. “You must be tired. I can’t do that.”

“I don’t care.” He shakes his head. “I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

Silence lingers in the air and you feel his embrace tighten just a bit.

“Come with me…” he whispers, kissing your shoulder.

Closing your eyes, you let out a silent sigh. You feared this.

“Over the weekend. You don’t have to stay with me through the week. I just want you to come to one of my games. I want you to see me play.”

“But I did.” You laugh, turning around to cup his face. “Although I did before I moved here, I did. You’re an amazing player.” You kiss the top of his nose, brushing away the hair that covers his eyes.

Nash snorts and looks towards the forest. “Why can’t I change your mind?”

“Because I’m stubborn like a bull.”

He throws his head back laughing. “And how can I get through this bull that’s so stubborn?”

“You can’t.” you grin.

“Oh, I’ll find a way.” He says.

You know he’s as stubborn as you, if not more. Your grin turns into a fond smile and you pull away just enough to turn and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Let’s just stay like this for a while.” You whisper and Nash tightens his embrace, saying nothing.

Both of you observe the sky turning brighter, until the sun is higher in the sky and the birds are livelier than at night. It’s warmer to stay outside and you don’t want to move from your spot, but you’re starting to feel hungry.

“We should eat something.” It’s Nash, who breaks the silence first.

You half groan, half whine, but pull away with reluctance. Nash laughs at your pout and caresses your cheek, looking at you like you’re the most precious in the world.

“What do you want to eat?” he asks and you raise an eyebrow, saying: “Are you gonna prepare breakfast?”

He hums and grins. “Nah, actually I found this perfect diner in the town. Wanna grab some pancakes?”

You stare at him for a moment before you burst into laughter. “Pancakes? Seriously?”

“Why not?” he shrugs as you both stand from the swing. “You need to go to the town more. You can’t stay here every day. Go among us humble humans.”

You roll with your eyes, but hold his hand when he reaches out. “All right, all right.” You cave in, Spot walking right in front of you. “I haven’t been in town in a long time either way.”

“See? Another reason for you to go.” Nash raises your hand and kisses the top of your knuckles without breaking eye contact. You feel your cheeks burn, but don’t avert your gaze elsewhere.

“Are you gonna drive?” you ask as you both walk inside.

“You don’t exactly have a car, do you?” he asks back and you laugh.

“Aren’t you afraid they’ll recognise you?” You tilt head forward, catching his gaze.

“It’s fine.” He says and just when you reach the bedroom and you walk in front of him, releasing his hand, only for him to grab your wrist and turn you around. Your eyes widen and just when you want to ask him what’s wrong, he kisses you.

A smile soon forms on your lips, giving you away and you can’t help but tease him. “Maybe you’re hungry for something else and not pancakes.”

Nash stares at you before he scoops you from the floor and throws you on bed. You yelp, before you burst into laughter as he takes off his shirt. He’s reaching forward for your pyjama pants that he pulls off swiftly. Your underwear is gone before you can blink and you feel your cheeks heat up when he looks at you like a man starving for days.

“Pancakes can wait.” Is everything he says before he leans down and kisses you on the lips as his hands part your legs.

“You’re really bad for me.” You hear yourself say.

Nash is drawing small circles on your shoulder, kissing the crown of your head. You can feel him smile. “And you for me.” He admits and it makes you smile as well.

There’s a moment of silence before you sigh. “There go our pancakes.” You murmur, but Nash laughs. “I feel like I’m spending more time in bed than outside when you’re here.” You pout with a smile.

“I can always go back to LA.” Nash says and you know he’s teasing you.

You remain quiet for a moment before you say; “Then I’ll just come with you.”

It feels like time has stopped. Yet before you know it, you’re lying beneath and Nash is hovering over you, looking you directly into your eyes. His own are wide open and there’s a twinkle in them that you can’t miss and your smile widens.

“Seriously?”

“For the weekend only.” You say.

You expect him trying to change your mind for a longer time, but he’s kissing you all over your face, making you laugh as he embraces you in a tight hug. He doesn’t let you go and he even lets Spot lie between you.

Suddenly he’s pulling away, frowning, as he looks at you. “What made you change your mind?” he asks, feeling too good to be true. “What did I do?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Nothing.” You answer and cup his face. “I was thinking of visiting Los Angeles again now that I know the way around here. I was just … waiting for the right chance, or how should I say.”

“Okay,” Nash nods and lays back beside you, pulling you into his arms. He takes a deep breath. “I’ll take that too.”

“You really wanted me to get to Los Angeles, huh?” You look up at him.

“If it were my way, I’d show you to the whole world.”

His words surprise you, but something stirs inside of you. You can’t explain the feeling, but you feel happy for what he said. Instead of responding, you bury your face into his chest and close your eyes.

Somehow, that idea doesn’t sound that bad.

“Why is it always so hot here?” You groan the moment you step out of Nash’s black Land Rover. Nash only laughs as you reach for the back door and open them, Spot jumping out a second later.

“I take it you’re not that fond of hot weather.” Nash says.

You raise an eyebrow, giving him a look that tells him everything and makes him laugh. “Do I look like I’m fond of heat? I’d rather spend a week inside a cabin by a fireplace while watching snow outside back in Seattle.”

“Now, now,” he’s walking over to you, a wide smile on his lips as he takes your bag from you. “We have a long day ahead. Why don’t we go up, take a shower,” he wraps his free arm around you, pulling you closer, “rest a bit and then go out? I can show you around. I know places.” and kisses the corner of your lips.

“Of course you’d know them.” You look at him. “You know what?” you bite your lower lip, wanting to tease him a bit. “I wanna meet your friend.”

Nash narrows his eyebrows. You know he caught it in a second – your choice of words. “Which one?”

“The one who I saw on the bus station at 4am before I left for Seattle one year ago.”

In a second Nash’s ears turn bright red along with his cheeks, making your eyes wide. “Will you forget that already?” he grumbles as he pulls away, but he looks too adorable for you to stop.

“You asked your friend to follow me, Nash.” You shiver at your own words. “God that just sounded so wrong.” You look at Spot, who’s sitting by your side, looking at you. “And I still don’t get why Spot liked you the moment he saw you.” You mumble more to yourself, but Nash heard you clearly.

“What can I say? Dogs just love me.”

You look at him unamused and he laughs as he holds your free hand while you look at Spot and click with your tongue. Spot immediately follows both of you before he strolls ahead like he already knows where he needs to go.

Only now you decide to look around where you stopped. It’s quite a noisy street in Los Angeles, surrounded by skyscrapers. You spot a couple of people looking your way, moreover at Nash, and you can see the recognition on their faces. You turn back in front at the skyscraper in front of you before you turn to Nash.

“How can you live here?”

He looks at you confused. “I grew up here.” He shrugs. “Well, my parents live in Paradise Cove, in Malibu. I moved to the centre when I joined Jabberwock.”

“That’s nice.” You say and look at Spot, who stopped in front of the door. It’s only then it dawns on you, remembering you read about Paradise Cove and Malibu, wanting to visit it, but due to expensive prices, you couldn’t afford a ticket there.

“Y-you-you, where?” you stutter, looking at Nash.

“What?” he asks and looks at you confused.

“Y-you’re from-from Malibu?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Didn’t you know that?” he seems surprised.

“I come from a country no one knows, Nash.” You state and he laughs as you walk inside. “That’s not funny.” you frown. “I was, I’m just … I mean, now I get how you can be so rich and all, but shisus, Nash, Malibu? The only Malibu I knew before coming to LA was Malibu drink.”

You walk inside and towards an elevator, where Nash presses a button before he turns to you, saying: “If it makes you feel better, they’re considering moving to Beverly Hills before they sell the house.”

“No,” you shake your head. “That doesn’t make me feel any better. At all.” Nash laughs and you shove him in the shoulder just in time the elevator door opens, revealing a couple. Your eyes widen when you recognize Jason, who seems as surprised to see Nash.

“Yo, aren’t ya comin’ back next week?” Jason asks bewildered and you don’t miss the way the woman looks at Nash, completely awestruck.

You narrow your eyebrows, not liking how she eyes him, until her gaze falls on you. A small smile spreads across her lips before it turns into a smirk. She raises an eyebrow as she tilts head to the side and you can’t help but look away, feeling uncomfortable under her gaze.

“Change of plans.” Nash answers, pulling you closer to his side and only then Jason seems to notice you as well.

“Oh?” the corners of his lips turn into a smirk. He looks back at Nash. “Wanna join us? We’re goin’ out to have some good time.”

“Not this time, so get that idea out of your head.” Nash shakes his head and Jason frowns.

“Ya sure?” he raises an eyebrow. “I’d love to taste something different.”

Suddenly it feels like ice cold in the room. Spot is standing between you and Nash, his eyes glowering on Silver. You feel Nash’s tight hold on you and you look at him. His eyes are focused on Jason alone, but the coldness in them surprises you. You’ve heard many gossips and rumours of his character, yet not once had he looked at you in any other way than with a gaze full of adoration.

“Silver,” Nash says slowly, carefully. Noticing the tension, Silver gulps and lowers his head, the corner of his lips twitching. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you said just now.” He doesn’t move his eyes off him, not for a second.

“Nash,” you tug on his hand. You see him close his eyes before he looks at you, that softness returning. “Let’s go up.” You didn’t want to show him that this new side of him scared you, so you smile. Yet aside from a fear, there’s also a new emotion that stirs inside of you, which makes your knees weak.

“Alright…” he agrees without a second thought as he raises your hand and kisses the top of your knuckles.

You turn to the woman and Jason, who are watching you bewildered at how easily you manage to break Nash’s attention. A smile spreads across your lips, your eyes falling directly on Jason, feeling rather brave beside Nash. You lick your lower lip before you bite it and look at the woman. Suddenly she seems much smaller than before, all the confidence gone.

It’s in that moment that Spot barks, startling both of them, while you and Nash look at him. You laugh and lean down to pat him on the head, saying: “Yes, yes, we’re going inside.” You look at Nash, who’s looking at Jason again.

“When’s the practice?”

Jason blinks, stuttering out an answer; “In t-two days…”

“I’ll see you then.” He nods and looks your way. “Don’t let me hear a bad thing.”

“Y-yeah, got it.”

The couple disappears from the longue. For a moment there's silence before you burst into laughter.

“Why … are you laughing?” Nash asks.

“That was kinda cute.” You admit, grinning. “I think I kinda like this new authority of yours. Made me feel something entirely else.”

“Fear, I believe.” He smirks and you laugh.

“Yes, I admit I felt a bit scared.” You say and Nash’s smirk fades as you step inside the elevator. You can see he feels troubled, so you caress his arm, catching his attention. “But I also felt a bit different.” His eyes catch yours and it’s your turn to look away, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “I can’t explain it, but it felt … good.” you murmur the last word more to yourself.

Before you know it, you’re pressed against the elevator wall, your eyes wide as you look at Nash. You can’t see Spot, but you know he’s behind Nash, sitting or lying you’re not sure, but he’s there. Unable to think about anything else, you focus on Nash, who doesn’t waste time in kissing you.

“I want to ruin you…” he whispers against your lips.

You take in a shaky breath, shuddering at the intense emotions that swarm in his eyes. “I-I don’t mind…” you stutter and before Nash can do anything, the elevator stops, announcing your arrival.

With a peck on your lips, he leans down to grab your bag while you look at Spot, breathless.

“Shit…” you murmur, feeling your knees wobbly as you try to hold onto something, anything.

You follow Nash, eyes focused on his back. He stops at the end of the hallway and the moment you join him, the door is already unlocked and open. He steps aside and lets you and Spot in first. Spot dashes from your side inside and you’re about to call him back, but stop when you feel hands on your hips. You shiver at the tight grip, completely missing the sound of the door closing with the lips against your shoulder, trailing up your neck.

“Nash...” you whisper-call, but he nibbles on your skin, making you moan.

“Welcome to Los Angeles, princess.”

You don’t have time to marvel at the space of his apartment, or should you say penthouse, because he’s already pulling you towards his bedroom, leaving clothes behind.

Staring at the mirror in one of the three bathrooms, your eyes are more focused on a hickey that’s quite visible on your neck. You bite your lower lip as your eyes fall on the second one on your cleavage and then on your collarbone. Wearing nothing but underwear, you put on a bathrobe and leave the bathroom.

Nash is lying in his bed, playing with Spot and at any time before you would melt at the sight, yet the hickeys and marks he left in his wake trouble you more than you dare admit.

“Nash,” you call softly. He looks from Spot at you the same moment you pull the bathrobe to the side and show him hickeys on your collarbone and neck. “What’s this?” you ask.

He narrows his eyebrows, sitting up. “Shouldn’t I have done that?” he asks and you almost give in. Almost.

“I don’t mind, but,” you’re starting to hesitate. “I know we didn’t say anything about boundaries, but I don’t want everyone to know from the start.”

Standing up, he approaches you and tugs a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Then is a non visible place okay?” he leans down, his hand trailing down your sides before it disappears beneath the bathrobe. Your eyes widen when you feel his fingers brushing against your core. “Is here okay?” He isn’t looking away from your eyes when his finger traces right across the clothed slit.

You unconsciously hold onto his arms as you watch the corner of his lips turn into a smirk. You want to tell him off, but you’re unable to for he’s already slipping a finger inside of you. Closing your eyes, you move your hips, grinding on his finger instead.

“Look at you…” he murmurs. “So needy for me.” He kisses you, his other hand cupping your face and you let him.

A moan escapes your lips and Nash uses the chance to deepen it. Just when you feel it growing, coming slowly, Nash pulls away, leaving you hot, bothered and needy. You huff, glaring at him and he dares to laugh when he sees your expression. There’s no doubt your cheeks are flushed.

“I can’t have you getting used to such things so early.” He shakes his head, straightening before he takes his two fingers and licks it clean.

You’re unable to look away, feeling even more bothered that he left you hanging just when it was getting to the good part. Like he could hear your thoughts, the corners of his lips turn into a smirk and you know whatever will say next, won’t be anything smart.

“Maybe if you’ll be good for the rest of the day, I’ll let you lead.”

Raising an eyebrow, you lean on your left foot, arms crossed. “Yeah?” you ask and Nash nods. “And what does it count as being good?”

“Staying by my side the whole time.”

“What if I have to go to the bathroom?”

“That’s fine.”

“Hmm…” you hum and tilt your head to the side. “Why do I have a feeling you’re getting possessive?” You lower your head just enough to look at him from beneath your hair.

“Because I am.” He answers and holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising it so he can look clearly into your eyes. “Once you get to know me, I’m a very possessive man, [Name].”

You gulp, holding your breath when he leans closer to you.

“And when I have something within my reach, I don’t let it go so easily.”

When you step out of Nash’s jeep, a rather chilly wind sends a shiver down your spine. You look around and find yourself somewhere downtown in Los Angeles that’s full of people and a store on every step you take.

A hand on your lower back and a breath on your ear as Nash's voice reaches you; “Keep by my side.”

You look into his eyes, which in the evening are rather dark, and you find yourself nodding unconsciously. You tug down the dress you’re wearing, looking down, wondering if you're dressed well. You don’t like wearing dresses, feeling like you’re not yourself, but you wanted to impress Nash and you knew he wouldn’t deny you anything.

“You look beautiful.” Nash says and kisses you on the cheek.

Suddenly it feels so much hotter than usual as it dawns on you. You’re meeting his team; Jabberwock team. From Silver to Shūzo and quite possibly their managers. Although you were prepared for it for a while now, it still makes you nervous, which Nash doesn’t miss.

“I’m here, [Name].” He holds your hand and raises it, kissing your knuckles. He’s looking directly into your eyes as he says it and you feel something grow inside of you.

Walking inside of the club is too easy. Many heads turned towards you, eyes widening when they saw with whom you came. The security left you inside without checking and it’s another realisation that everyone knows of Nash. You’re not sure how to feel about that, everyone knowing him, but you quickly forget when the loud music reaches you.

People are greeting Nash, yet he rarely greets back. It’s not long for a smile to break on his lips and you follow his gaze that falls on a table on a balcony, men calling for him. You recognize Jabberwock team members and you wonder if Shūzo is also there. You spot him a moment later when he leans back before he looks down, directly your way.

Nash tightens his grip on you as he leads you by the dancefloor, up the stairs and towards the VIP room. There’s noise and loud voices coming from inside that only grows when he opens the door. You completely forget about being uncomfortable, because the sight that greets you makes you laugh.

Nick pulls Nash in a headlock the moment he steps inside, messing his hair and Zack and Allen soon join. Silver is sitting with the same woman by his side and there’s no mistake the woman is eyeing you, feeling wary instead.

“I thought you’ll come next week.” Shūzō says before he looks at you and gives you a nod.

You smile, but don’t say anything as Nash speaks; “Change of plans.”

“Does it have to do with this beauty here?” Zack is standing beside you in a second.

A chill runs down your spine when you feel Nash pull you behind him, but it’s Shūzō, who speaks; “Stop it Zack. She’s off the grid for you. Or any of us at this point.”

Zack looks at Nash and raises his hands, grinning from ear to ear. “Chill, Nash. You know we don’t go for the serious ones.”

“You better.” Nash hisses before his eyes fall on Shūzō, who stands up. “[Name], you know our team, so there’s no need for any introductions, right?”

Feeling a bit bolder, you step beside him, eyes focusing on Shūzo as well. “I don’t think I’ve met this one yet.” You know you should back away when Nash grips your hand tighter, but it’s just so fun to tease him. You hear your name being spoken with a hidden threat laced between and Shūzō’s quick to catch onto your plan.

“And neither have I.” he says and you could swear you felt Nash’s hand twitch. “I’m Shūzō.” He reaches out his hand for you to shake it, but Nash has no intention of letting it go.

Raising an eyebrow, you look at him, amused at the situation more than anything. The corner of your lips twitches, yet you warmly smile at the young man standing in front of you.

“Hi, Shūzō.” Your smile only widens as you manage to slip Nash’s hold. You can feel his eyes on your back only for the whole room to fall silent as you embrace Shūzō for a quick hug.

Before Nash can react, you’re already pulling away and wrapping your arms around Nash’s torso, smiling up at him. You can see his eye twitch as he forces a smile.

“Princess,” his voice is so low and almost quiet that you can barely hear him.

“Hm?” you hum, blinking at him like you did nothing wrong. You can hear laughter in the background and Nash glares at them before he sighs and shakes his head. You’re grinning from ear to ear as you rise on your tiptoes and kiss him on the lips, saying; “I’ll be good.”

“You better be.” he hisses through his teeth.

Pulling away, you look at Shūzō, who’s watching you both amused, before you follow Nash and sit between him and Nick. You don’t listen to what they’re talking about, being too immersed in the fact that you’re in one of the clubs in America. You’re looking around, not missing the way the woman, sitting beside Jason, is eyeing you up and down.

“So,” it’s Shūzō, who’s the first to speak louder, catching your attention; “what brought you to LA?”

You look at him and then at Nash, your fingers intertwined. “A bit of change is good every now and then.” you say and Nash raises your hand, kissing the back of your hand.

“Get a room, for fuck’s sake.” Zack curses.

Nash laughs and you feel your cheeks burn. “Don’t worry, we did our share before we came here.”

“Nash!” Your eyes are wide, moving over to cover his mouth, but he’s grinning from ear to ear as his friends burst into laughter, while some only groan in response. “You’re the worst, you know that?” you huff.

“Come on,” he leans over to you. “It’s not like it’s a secret we’re together.”

You narrow your eyebrows in confusion, but don’t say anything on the matter. You quickly find yourself enjoying the time instead, completely forgetting about what you talked about not too long ago. Not sure what you want to drink, you leave it to Nash to choose instead. And you’re not disappointed with what he gives you.

You raise an eyebrow when you hold the glass of cream liquor and look at Nash, who’s watching you. “I’ll be suing you if this isn’t good.”

“Just try it.” he laughs as he takes a sip of whiskey. “I know you’re more into cream liquors than this golden beverage right here.”

“Oh my god, no,” you groan. “Stop talking like that, I beg you.”

You hear Shūzō snicker and you try to look at him, but Nash is holding your chin instead, making you look at him. “I swear one day Imma beat the crap out of him.” He murmurs under his breath.

You blink at what he said before you burst into laughter. Nash’s eye twitches in annoyance. You don’t say anything on that, knowing he would deny his jealousy, so you take a sip of the cream liquor instead. The moment you taste it, your eyes widen. The taste reminds you of something, a mixture of chocolate and mint.

“Good?” Nash asks.

“Very.” You take another sip. “It’s not the best I had back home, but this is good. Too good.”

“Where are you from, though?” Nick speaks, catching your attention.

You glance at Nash, who surprisingly doesn’t do anything, only leans back in his seat with an arm around your waist. “Europe.” You answer, looking back at Nick, whose eyes widen.

“What in your damn right mind made you come here?” Allen asks. “I’d rather stay there than go to this godforsaken land.”

You remain quiet for a moment, wondering how to answer. You feel Nash’s hand gripping you just a bit tighter, knowing it was okay. You hum before you look at Allen and say; “Freedom…” with a smile on your lips.

“You’re crazy, but you have guts, can’t deny that.” Nick says as he takes his glass of liquor and drinks it.

You feel Nash’s arms around you as you stumble over your own feet. The wind outside is rather chilly, which makes you shiver, something that Nash doesn’t miss. He tightens his embrace around you, his cologne completely overwhelms you and you lean closer to his side. Nash chuckles at your action, but doesn’t say anything, except kissing the crown of your head.

A moment later he stops and so do you. You blink as you take in your surroundings. You don’t recognise it immediately until Nash releases you. You see him reach for the door that leads inside the apartment flat. It’s just a split second and you feel like you’re flying.

“Whoops!” you stumble back. Another shiver runs down your spine when you see Nash’s eyes wide, but he’s already holding you. A chuckle escapes your lips.

“I ain’t letting you drink anymore.” Nash says more to himself than to you.

You tilt your head to the side to look into his eyes as your chuckle turns into laughter.

“You’re a happy drunk, ain’t you?” he murmurs amused and you’re grinning from ear to ear. “Come on, let’s get ya in and in bed.”

“Nooo…” you whine, shaking your head.

“Yes,” he nods. “As much as it’s a delight to see you so happy, you’re too drunk to even stand on your own feet.”

“No!” you gasp, feeling rather giddy.

“[Name]…” Nash calls your name in a warning tone.

Your lips form into a pout as you lower your head and look at him from below. Nash’s lip twitches before he helps you walk inside. Your pout only grows.

You let him lead you inside the elevator, which is quiet, until you reach your floor. You stumble over your own feet, but Nash is holding you tight by his side. You can feel the heat of his body, his cologne overflowing your senses when you lean closer to him.

You don’t remember much of what happens next, but you find yourself standing in front of your shared bed. He’s unzipping your dress rather slowly before he slides his hands beneath to push it off your shoulders. He’s leaning closer until you feel his lips on the nape of your neck. You shudder, caught off guard, and he’s taking his sweet time with the other side.

“Nash…” you call him and he hums. “I wanna sleep…” you murmur, turning your head to look at him.

"Yeah, you will," He answers and you think he's about to go further, only to make you feel disappointed when the dress falls off your shoulders and pools beneath your feet before he pulls away.

Your lips form into a pout that makes him laugh.

“What is it?” he asks as he caresses your cheek, looking at your face.

“Nothing…” you murmur and turn your head.

“You thought I’d do something?” he asks and leans forward, his breath tickling your skin.

It sends shivers down your spine. You hesitate with your answer until a breathless; “No,” leaves your lips. You feel more awake than a moment ago, cheeks heating up at the featherless touch.

“No?” he repeats as he places his other hand on your hips. You shudder. “You sure?” His voice is almost too quiet, yet clearly awake you can hear him, feel every exhale of his breath against your skin along with his touch.

You sigh contented when he pulls you against his chest, embracing you instead. His touch is warm, the scent of the ocean overwhelming your senses and you find yourself slowly falling into slumber.

“Let’s sleep…” is all he says before he leads you to the bed and helps you lay beneath the blanket.

Your eyes are already closed, yet you can still hear him shuffling before the bed dips on the other side. His arms wrap themselves around you and any other time you’d feel conscious of you being in nothing but underwear, but in this moment you didn’t care. All you want, and could feel as well, was the warmth, love and care that Nash showers you with kisses as you fall asleep.

Tonight you dream of your small house back in Forks. You hear Spot somewhere outside barking and laughter that echoes. You follow the sound and lean on the doorway, a smile on your lips when you see Nash playing with the dog.

You can feel your eyes burn at the sight, emotions overwhelming you completely. You say nothing when Nash looks at you as he pets Spot, smiling even wider, except you walk their way and embrace him. He’s telling you something, but you can’t hear. You only shake with your head as you bury your face in his shirt, eyes shut as you enjoy his warmth.

When you wake up, it’s dark, but you can see the sun is already high in the sky. You take in a deep breath before you turn, excepting to see Nash, but his side is empty. All the sleepiness you felt just a moment ago is now gone and you’re wide awake. Spot is nowhere seen either, yet you hear silent voices in another room.

“…matter how much you’re looking at me with those eyes, I ain’t giving you. It’s for your owner. You know who your owner is, right?”

There’s silence, yet you can hear a very silent whimper. Curiosity getting the better of you, you stand from bed, only to realise you’re in your underwear. Looking around, you grab the nearest T-shirt and pull it over your head before you tiptoe towards the kitchen.

“No.” Nash says firmly.

You raise an eyebrow as you stop on the doorway into the kitchen, leaning on it as you watch the scene in front of you. Nash’s back is turned towards you and Spot is sitting right beside his feet, his ears up along with his head before he licks his lips, an obvious attempt to make Nash give him whatever he’s preparing.

There’s another whimper that escapes Spot and you’re suppressing the laughter that threatens to escape when Nash sighs.

“I really doubt [Name]’s spoilin’ you so much, but here.” He murmurs as he gives him a piece of bacon. “Don’t beg for more, ‘cause it ain’t gonna work the second time.”

A moment of silence.

“And don’t tell her either.”

You can’t help the laughter that escapes you. Both Nash and Spot turn to face you – Nash with wide eyes and Spot happily rushing to your side. You squat down, hugging the dog, but your eyes don’t leave Nash’s, who visibly gulps.

“So,” you begin, a grin spreading across your lips. “I see you’ve been feeding my dog food when I don’t have my eyes on you.”

“It’s his fault, not mine.” Nash points to Spot only for the latter to bark and nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck. “Ha!” he scoffs.

You laugh at their antics. You pet Spot before you stand and walk over to see what he’s up to. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you lean onto him. Nash leans down and pecks you on the lips that you happily return, beaming at the affection.

“So I don’t know what you like to eat, so I kinda experimented.” He says and you look at the two plates. “Eggs and bacon with toast. I didn’t mess it up.”

You chuckle and take a piece of bacon. “That’s the easiest breakfast to make and if you mess this up then there’s no hope for you.” You can’t help but to tease him.

The tips of his ears are turning red as he coughs. “Ha—well, like I said, I didn’t mess it up.” He repeats and looks at you. “How is it?”

“Good.” You grin from ear to ear and pull away when he holds the plates.

“Coffee’s already out on the balcony.”

“We’re gonna eat on the balcony?” Your expression brightens.

“Every time I visit you back in Forks, you’re eating breakfast on the terrace.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing. You feel your cheeks heat up, realising he pays you more attention than you thought. But at the same time it makes your chest warm.

“You’ve been watching me?” Your voice is quiet, almost a whisper.

Nash blinks before his eyes widen, blush creeping upon his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “N-no!” he stutters, but it’s quite obvious it’s true. “I-I was just … observing. Yeah, I was just observing and whenever I woke up alone you were always outside on the terrace, drinking coffee or tea or just stand there, watching the forest—”

You step closer to him, eyes looking at him. He’s rambling and you can see he’s embarrassed that he can’t stop either, so you cup his face in your hands and kiss him. He stills completely before his shoulders soften. His hands fall on your waist when you pull away. Eyes closed, he leans his forehead on yours, a smile spreading across your lips.

“I-I don’t mind you watching me.” You admit, cheeks growing hotter, knowing he could take this the wrong way. Yet for some reason you didn’t mind.

Nash’s eyes focused on you and you noticed his pupils dilated. Gulping, you try to pull away, but he’s wrapping his arm around you, pulling you even closer.

“Now I hope you won’t go back on your word, ‘cause we have so much more time to spend together before you go back.”

#Nash Gold Jr. #Nash x reader #Kuroko no Basket #safrinawrites #Nash Gold Jr #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #knb fanfic #knb fic #knb oneshot

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Family | Vongola X | Chapter 1: Gentle Mist

Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn Rating: General Genre: Hurt/Comfort | Family | Found family Summary: Seven times Nezu wondered what kind of family Lambo lives in and one time he was glad there's at least one normal person. Notes: I know it's been a while since I posted anything, but I have to get this one out of my chest. It's one of the ideas that's been in my drafts and head for so many years and right now seems to be the best time to share it with you. I've been going through some writer's block (which is, unfortunately, still on-going), to work and so many more things that happened in the last few weeks, I can barely take a breather.

At the moment I have 10 chapters in plan for this story and I hope you'll like it as much as I like the idea.

CHAPTER 2

Tsuna was frowning. He was sitting inside his office, staring at the letter his mother sent him. He should have expected something like this would happen sooner or later. He narrowed his eyebrows, put the letter down and sighed, feeling an oncoming headache.

“Boss?” A female voice called out and Tsuna looked at his Mist Guardian. “Everything alright?” Chrome tilted her head slightly to the side, her gaze worried, but still curious.

“Ah,” Tsuna wasn’t sure if he should nod or shake his head. “Mom sent me a letter, saying she and dad are going on a trip next week. It was about time…” he murmured the last sentence under his breath.

Chrome widened her eyes. “Are you worried?”

“Not for them,” Tsuna murmured and stood up. “Although Bianchi and Hibari are in Japan, I don’t expect them to watch over Fūta, Lambo and I-Pin. They have other things to take care of.” He sweat dropped, making Chrome smile.

“Should we prepare for departure?”

Tsuna walked around his table with a small smile mirroring Chrome’s. “A little bit of break won’t do anyone any harm.”

Tsuna knew he should have expected anything when he decided to go back to Namimori. Calling for his Guardians wasn’t exactly an easy job since they’ve been on missions or out of the reach, but then again he expected Reborn to be against the idea. Much to his surprise, he agreed with it. With Ryohei and Mukuro on their missions, Gokudera was making sure everything would go to a T. And for some miracle, it did.

Standing in front of his house in Namimori, Tsuna stared at it. He blinked and tilted his head, confused. Something was missing. He wasn’t sure what exactly, but something was missing. It was too quiet for his liking.

“Tsuna-nii!” Voices called out.

Tsuna turned and smiled. “Fūta, I-Pin,” he called for the teens. “Done with classes for the week?” he asked.

“Yes,” Fūta nodded. “I wanted to wait for Lambo as well, but I only met I-Pin.” He frowned and both turned to I-Pin, who averted her gaze. “We’ve searched for Lambo, but he was nowhere to be found.”

“Hm,” Tsuna hummed. “What can I say? Four months was already long enough.” He chuckled, shaking his head only to sweat drop a moment later. He didn’t like this, whatever this was.

The three walked inside, but not before Tsuna looked down the street feeling worried.

It passed an hour until the doors opened only to be slammed shut that made Tsuna raise an eyebrow. He was sitting in the living room, facing towards the hallway so he clearly saw Lambo in distress, his hair much messier than usual with dirt on his face. Tsuna frowned and was about to call for Lambo, but the teen stomped his way upstairs and shut the doors behind. Looking towards I-Pin, who was sitting by the table, working on her homework, she was biting on her lower lip, nervous. Fūta was sitting across from her, focused on his laptop, but even he didn’t miss the ruckus that was going on.

“Did something happen at school?” Tsuna’s curiosity beat him and I-Pin flinched.

It was all the answer he needed.

Letting out a sigh, Tsuna massaged his head when his phone rang. He took it from the table and looked at the caller before picking it up. “Gokudera,” he greeted his right-hand man. “Did Lambo contact you since school started?”

Fūta and I-Pin looked at each other. Not a moment later, Chrome was standing in the living room as Tsuna talked with Gokudera on the phone. His voice was quiet, but Fūta and I-Pin heard him clearly. They soon moved from talking about Lambo on other matters, frowning when Chrome handed him a paper with a crooked smile on her lips. Tsuna sighed when he read it.

“Everything alright Jūdaime?” Gokudera asked.

“Yes,” he murmured. “I’m worried about Lambo, nothing else.”

“What did he do now?” Gokudera sighed.

“You should be asking who’s their homeroom teacher.” Tsuna leaned on his knees.

“Ah,” Gokudera grumbled, having an idea. “I never liked that man. ‘s there a chance he could miraculously get fired?”

“No.” The young boss exasperated. “It’s just three years. I’m sure everything will be alright.”

Chrome was standing in front of the Sawada house. She stared at the last name on the gates before she heard the door open. Raising her gaze, a smile spread across her lips when she saw I-Pin, Lambo and Tsuna behind them. There was a pout on Lambo’s lips and her expression softened.

“It’s not my fault, Tsuna-nii!” Lambo opposed.

“I know, Lambo.” Tsuna sighed. “Nezu-sensei is … old and he’s not fond of students who get bad marks or students who are aloof but still get best scores.”

“Sounds like you and Bakadera.” Lambo grumbled, kicking a stone and Tsuna closed his eyes. Lambo gave a small smile and waved when he spotted Chrome, adding; “Good morning, Chrome.” I-Pin followed right behind, smiling widely.

“Good morning, Lambo, I-Pin.” Chrome greeted back. She stepped aside to give Tsuna and Lambo space, walking towards the car. “Boss,” she greeted the latter.

“Chrome,” Tsuna nodded with his head before he opened the door on the backseat, watching I-Pin and Lambo sit in. “What do you think Reborn will do when he hears you ended in a fight at school? In the third month since it began.”

“Probably ask if I won?” Lambo tried and grinned when Tsuna laughed. He shrugged a moment later. “It’s not my fault I’m the magnet for trouble. I mean, I'm a Lightning Guardian for a reason, y’know.”

Tsuna shook his head, a smile on his lips. “Try not to get into more fights at school. Especially with Nezu-sensei.” He closed the door and opened the ones for Chrome. He smiled at her before he walked on the driver’s side and sat in, looking at Lambo in the rear view mirror. “I talked to Gokudera, so if you have any kind of trouble, you can always call him, Chrome or me.”

Lambo’s arms were crossed over his chest, eyes focused outside instead.

“Lambo …” Tsuna called.

I-Pin looked at Lambo and secretly elbowed him.

“Yes, yes,” the teen sighed. “I get it, I get it. Call any of you if something happens. As usual.” He rolled his eyes and I-Pin shot him a glare.

Tsuna’s lips twitched, but didn’t say a word. The rest of the drive to school was quiet except for I-Pin and Lambo talking to each other. Tsuna eyed Lambo once in a while, but said nothing. Stopping near the gates, Lambo’s eyebrows narrowed. Tsuna quietly stared at him and before he could say a word, the teen was already out of the car. A sigh was the only thing heard in the car until Chrome spoke;

“I’ll look after Lambo.”

Tsuna looked at her and smiled. “Thank you.” Chrome returned the smile and went to open the door. “Call me once you’re done talking to Nezu-sensei.”

“I will,” Chrome nodded. Before she closed the door, she looked back at her boss. “Mukuro-sama will arrive in a couple of days.”

“Ah,” Tsuna nodded. “Thank you,” he added and watched Chrome tell something to the young guardian because in the next moment his shoulders slumped and nodded with his head. Biting the inner of his cheek, he remained there for a while more, feeling more and more worried.

“I do hope it won’t get worse.” He sighed. “The last thing I need is Reborn on my back and demanding answers.”

The children’s laughter and teachers’ voices surrounded Chrome while she was sitting on a chair. She closed her eye, immediately sensing I-Pin’s and Lambo’s presence in their classrooms, surrounded by their classmates. A small smile spread across her lips before she opened her eye again and focused her attention on a man in early sixties that walked inside. He walked towards her and widened his eyes when he spotted her.

“I’m sorry for arriving right before classes start, but I’m not available in the afternoon.” Chrome spoke, her smile sweet and gentle.

“It’s-it’s alright.” Nezu stuttered and sat down. “Are you here for … Lambo?” he questioned warily.

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Oh,” Nezu murmured. “I didn’t know he had such a young mother.” He frowned.

“Sister,” Chrome corrected and Nezu’s eyes widened. “Mother won’t be available for a couple of days, so our brother asked me to come.”

“Brother?”

The only answer Nezu received was a smile even sweeter. A chill ran down his spine, but was quick to shake his head. He reached for a drawer in his desk, opened it and took a couple of papers out. He placed them in front of Chrome, gaze hard. Chrome looked down, exams displayed and managed to remain expressionless as she caught the grade. She almost averted her gaze to the side, already hearing Gokudera throwing a fit on Lambo’s low score. She didn’t need to hear what Nezu was talking about, because it certainly wasn’t anything good. But she could handle it.

“I have never in my whole career had a student as bad as Lambo is.” Nezu shook his head disapprovingly. “He always gets into arguments, fights, always wants attention. And his grades?” he narrowed his eyebrows. “He’s a no-good student, that is what he is.”

“I see.”

Nezu blinked with his eyes and looked at Chrome. She was smiling and he wondered if it was just him or did the whole office become colder.

“I’ll talk to my brother and mother when she comes home.”

All Nezu managed was a nod and a rather silent; “Please do.” before he continued to talk about Lambo’s bad qualities as a student.

Chrome’s smile softened before she let out a silent sigh. Boss won’t be happy… She thought to herself and looked at the exam results. She could already hear Gokudera arguing with Lambo while Yamamoto is trying to calm them down with Tsuna having another headache.

But then again … maybe she could make an illusion? Just one? After all, no one would know.

No, Chrome shook her head, but Nezu didn’t seem to see it. I cannot disappoint my boss.

But a harmless illusion won’t be too much, would it? she wondered and an almost invisible smile spread across her lips. A small harmless illusion indeed.

Lambo was walking towards the gates of school with I-Pin beside. His hands were in his pocket, a frown on his face when he spotted a familiar face. A smile spread across his and I-Pin’s lips and they rushed towards Chrome, who was waiting for them. She smiled and greeted them before they began walking down the street.

“How was school?” she asked and looked at the two teens.

“Manageable,” Lambo answered while I-Pin said; “Okay.”

Chrome nodded.

“Is Tsuna-nii at home?” Lambo looked at Chrome, who shook her head. He pouted while I-Pin looked at her feet, sadness and disappointment visible on their faces.

“Reborn-san called and asked him to look over some things. He left an hour ago, but should be back by dinner time.” She explained before adding; “Did Nezu-sensei give you a hard time today?”

Lambo’s eyes widened, his head snapping to look at Chrome, who was staring ahead instead. “I knew something was off! It was like he didn’t see me no matter what I did today. And when he did look at me he just looked away instead.” he exclaimed and she smiled. “What did you do?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She replied, but both Lambo and I-Pin knew better. “I may have … played just a bit. Don’t tell the boss though.” Placing a finger on her lips, the two teens nodded with much more excitement, promising not to tell anyone.

There was laughter as they walked. They stopped by the store to get ice-cream – to which both Lambo and I-Pin were happy to get – until they finally arrived at Sawada house. Like Chrome said, Tsuna wasn’t home and neither was Fūta. Being alone was something they weren’t used to, since Nana was always home, so when they walked inside their hearts missed a beat at how quiet it was. It didn’t go unnoticed by Chrome, whose expression turned sadder.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and change clothes before you eat?”

Lambo didn’t say anything, while I-Pin agreed, but both disappeared upstairs. Chrome followed them with her gaze before she walked into the kitchen, where a pot was on the cooking stove. She smiled, knowing Tsuna made sure they would have something to eat.

With the house too quiet, every footstep was heard. Soon the three were sitting by the table, eating and talking. Yet no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t make the quietness disappear like every time before. It wasn’t the same and Chrome knew they missed Tsuna—especially Lambo even if he tried to hide it.

Chrome only hoped Tsuna would come soon.

Opening the doors, Tsuna let out a sigh as he walked inside with Fūta behind. “I didn’t think it would take this long. If I did, I’d immediately refuse.” He hissed when he stretched his arm. Fūta chuckled behind, but Tsuna soon looked towards the living room when he spotted light was still on. His eyes widened when he spotted Chrome sitting on the couch, her head tilted to the side.

Tsuna and Fūta looked at each other. The first one to move closer was the young boss, whose smile was quick to spread across his lips. Chrome was sitting on the couch, eye closed while on one side was lying Lambo with his head on her lap and on the other I-pin, leaning on Chrome’s side.

“They must have been waiting for us.” Fūta quietly commented.

Tsuna checked the time and frowned when he saw it was already past one in the morning. Shaking with his head he moved forward and leaned down to shake Lambo, who didn’t budge at all. All he received was a grumble, followed by a mumble and arm stretching with a punch landing on Tsuna’s cheek. Fūta’s eyes widened and quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing out loud at Tsuna’s expression.

“I’m going too easy on him…” Tsuna grumbled, but lifted the teen in his arms.

Lambo whined at the action, but surprisingly he still hasn't woken up.

“Do you need help?” asked Fūta.

“Could you carry I-Pin to her room please?” Tsuna looked at the teen.

Fūta smiled and lifted I-Pin from her position. Neither of them woke up as Tsuna and Fūta carried the two upstairs. Walking inside Lambo’s room, Tsuna managed to hold back a sigh when he saw what state it was in. Clothes were everywhere except in a closet, his bag in the corner of the room, textbooks forgotten on the table. Shaking his head, Tsuna walked over to Lambo’s bed and relaxed when at least his bed seemed cleaner. He laid Lambo on the bed and looked at him.

“What will I do with you?” Tsuna couldn’t help the sigh.

“Baka Tsuna…” Lambo murmured in his sleep. “…’ways in Italy…”

Tsuna winced. He grabbed the blanket and covered the teen with it. “Sorry for not being here, Lambo.” His voice was quiet. He squatted down and brushed hair off his forehead. He frowned when he spotted an already healed cut that was completely hidden beneath his bangs. Gritting his teeth, Tsuna closed his eyes and took in a deep breath to calm down the anger he felt rising. Knowing Lambo won’t tell him anything about it, he had to make sure to get him off guard.

Massaging his temples, Tsuna could already hear Reborn making a comment on it with Gokudera in the background. Standing straight, Tsuna looked at Lambo one last time before he left the room. He shut the door behind the moment he received a text message. Pulling out the phone, he unlocked it and frowned at the message.

“Everything okay, boss?” Chrome’s voice made Tsuna look down the hallway at his Mist Guardian.

“Chrome,” he called surprised. “Sorry, were we too loud?” he sweat dropped.

Chrome shook her head. “I thought they woke up and went to their bedrooms. I didn’t know you were already home.” she shortly explained and Tsuna smiled.

“Ah, yes,” he nodded. “Things got…long.” He murmured before he looked back at his phone. “It seems Gokudera's plane has some kind of problems.”

Chrome frowned. There were footsteps and Fūta walked onto the hallway. His eyes widened when he spotted Chrome, but greeted her with a warm smile that she returned.

“Why don’t you stay the night here?” Tsuna looked back at Chrome. “It’s already late and not quite safe outside.”

“I don’t want to intrude.” She shook her head.

“Nonsense,” Tsuna waved with a hand. “We have rooms free from all those ten years back, it’s time someone uses them again.” he chuckled and Fūta was quick to agree. “I insist.” He added when he saw her hesitate.

“A-alright,” she nodded after a moment, her cheeks rosy.

Tsuna’s smile grew.

“Oh, Chrome,” Tsuna called when she reached for the doorknob.

“Yes, boss?” she looked at him.

“Next time, you can make the illusion a bit scarier.”

Chrome and Fūta’s eyes widened before a smile spread across her lips. “Understood.”

Fūta looked from Tsuna to Chrome, confusion visible on his face. “What do you mean?” he blurted out as he looked back at Tsuna.

The only answer he received was a smile that sent shivers down his spine.

#safrinawrites #Lambo Bovino #Sawada Tsunayoshi #Vongola #Vongola X #multichapter #Katekyo Hitman Reborn #fanfiction #fanfic #KHR #KHR fanfic #KHR fanfiction #KHR Lambo

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I’m leaving to Sweden in 6 hours and I wanted to post a oneshot today. I feel like a 🤡 for playing myself. But here’s a bit of a sneakpeek of a couple oneshots I have planned/are half written.

Kuroko no Basket

“Maybe if you’ll be good for the rest of the day, I’ll let you lead.” Raising an eyebrow, you lean on your left foot, arms crossed. “Yeah?” you ask and Nash nods. “And what does it count as being good?” “Staying by my side the whole time.” “What if I have to go to the bathroom?” “That’s fine.” “Hmm…” you hum and tilt your head to the side. “Why do I have a feeling you’re getting possessive?” You lower your head just enough to look at him from beneath your hair. “Because I am.” He answers and holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising it so he can look clearly into your eyes. “Once you get to know me, I’m a very possessive man, [Name].” You gulp, holding your breath when he leans closer to you. “And when I have something within my reach, I don’t let it go so easily.”

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

“You know once we go through the procedure, you’ll need weeks, if not months, to recuperate.” Simeon turns to face you. “You won’t be able to remain here in the town.” “I don’t mind.” you shake your head. “I have an uncle living at the farm. He has a small cottage near-by, so I can stay there.” Simeon is staring at you, but doesn’t say a word unlike Luke; “But do you truly want to?” His voice is quiet and you look at him. You spot tears in his eyes and you unconsciously reach out to caress his cheek. “I’ll be okay…” you smile. You start to believe your own lies.

It's actually only two and I'm gonna cry. But I can't wait to write them!

#Kuroko no Basket #Nash Gold Jr. #Obey Me! Shall we Date #Simeon #Luke #safrinawrites #oneshot #Nash x reader

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Lust for Life update

For those who also read first few chapters of Lust for Life here on tumblr, there’s a new chapter posted.

AO3

FFNet

I still haven’t given up on this fic and it’ll be a crime to do so.

#One Piece #Lust for Life #Portgas D Ace #One Piece fanfic #safrinawrites #ao3 #ffnet #fanfic #fanfiction #One Piece fanfiction

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Come Christmas morning | Nash Gold Jr x f!reader [E]

Fandom: Kuroko no Basket Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1.300 Genre: Romance | Fluff | Smut Additional tags: Handjob | Overstimulation | Dirty talk | Riding | Biting | Cursing | Pet names Summary: What a better way to start Christmas morning than to give your boyfriend a sight to remember for days to come. Notes: If at some point you have no idea what you’re reading anymore, blame whiskey asdfghjkl I’m fine. I’m just really horny for Nash :’) Also this has been in my draft for a year and it was about time I completed it. Enjoy~

You turn in your bed, sighing as you slowly wake from your sleep. Slowly fluttering your eyes open, you unconsciously look towards the window first only to frown when you don't recognize the room. It’s still dark outside and you wonder what time it is. Your heartbeat paces for a moment before you remember where you are.

An arm is wrapped around your stomach and you turn slowly, carefully to not wake up your boyfriend. Nash is still sound asleep beside you and a small smile spreads across your lips. He looks so peaceful and calm, a complete opposite to what he's like when awake.

Slowly raising your finger, you trace it down his cheek. He doesn't wake up and you doubt he will any time soon when an idea comes to you. Turning around, you search for your phone that isn't on the night table and quickly lose motivation to find it when Nash turns on his back. You raise an eyebrow, knowing him too well that he must be awake. Yet the more you wait for him to open his eyes, the longer he sleeps.

Rising into a sitting position, a strap of your silky nightgown, which seems much too revealing for your liking--but you couldn’t not surprise your boyfriend--, slips down your shoulder. You don't reach to fix it, but instead move beneath the sheets to hover over Nash and straddle his thighs. There's no surprise that his boxers are already long gone. That was something you've learnt throughout the months of staying together. At some point throughout the night, he always ends up sleeping naked, be it winter or summer.

The corners of your lips turn upward in a smirk when you reach for his cock. It’s soft and warm, but with a couple of strokes, you feel it harden. Nash moans in his sleep and your smirk widens before you raise your hips enough to pull your panties to the side and align yourself on his cock. Just the thought of waking him up like this makes you wet and to see those eyes of his open, his lips turning into a smirk before his hands still your hips and take control.

Slowly sliding down, you bite hard on your lip to not moan out loud and still completely when you’re completely down. You want to hold onto him, fingers itching to dig themselves into his skin, but you refrain from doing so although you’re quite certain that he’s already half awake if not completely.

His cock twitches inside you and you roll your hips, a rather silent moan escaping your lips as you shut your eyes. You don’t notice Nash stilling beneath you until you feel hands on your hips. You startle and snap your eyes open to look into Nash’s that are still blurry with sleep, but there’s lust you recognize and the undeniable need that makes your walls clench around him.

“Good mornin’, baby…” You moan as you slowly begin to move your hips. Your nails dig into his skin, which makes him groan and a smirk appears on your lips. You lean down and kiss him on the lips, murmuring; “Merry Christmas” once you pull away.

“Merry indeed.” the corners of his lips turn upward as he starts to lead you instead.

Every time you move back down he meets you halfway, his cock inching deeper inside you. You try to hide the moans, covering your mouth with the back of your hand, but Nash has none of it. He holds both of your hands and pulls you forward.

You fall on his chest with a small yelp and your world spins before you realize you’re lying on your back with Nash hovering above you. He’s kissing your neck, biting on your skin and you know a mark will be left in its wake, but you don’t have it in yourself to stop him from giving you more. He rocks his hips slowly, painfully slow and you whine, moving your hips only to have him chuckle.

“So needy …” he murmurs against your neck and bites you, making you yelp.

“Mm-yeah…” you moan as your hands slip beneath his arms and on his back. “Am so needy…” you whisper and search for his lips for a kiss that he doesn’t hesitate to give you. “...just for you.”

“Yeah?” he hums, one of his hands sliding down your side. He holds for your leg and pulls it over his back, his pace slowly growing faster.

You part your lips to say something when he takes complete control and begins to pound into you like there’s no tomorrow. You gasp and hold onto his arms instead, clinging on them like you’re afraid to slip away from him. He’s wide awake, you know that, because that drowsiness from before is nowhere to be seen and you feel so full of him that it drives you insane at how good he’s making you feel.

Rising from bed, you wrap your arms around him and bite down on his shoulder, trying not to be louder but it seems it only spurred him on. You whimper every time he hits deep inside you, your walls clenching around him like you try to keep him inside. He grunts and you fail to keep your eyes open, because it’s becoming too much.

No sooner you find yourself coming, but Nash has no intention of stopping until he joins you. His hands are gripping your hips, keeping you from moving away from him.

“B-baby…” you moan, shaking your head while dragging your nails down his arms.

Chills are running down his spine and it only spurs him on to hold you behind your knees and raises them up to your hips so he can slide in deeper.

“Come on baby,” he groans and before you know it, a second orgasm is approaching, faster than before. “You can take another one. I know you can. Y-you’ve always been so good f-for me.” Nash curses when he feels your walls clench around his cock as your moans and his grunts fill the silent room.

“Fuck…” you curse and look at Nash right in the moment when you come.

You shudder as you watch his eyes close and head fall back. You reach out and caress your fingers down his chest, chills going down his spine before he looks back at you. You wave him to come closer and he complies without a word.

His lips are pressing against yours, kissing slow and lazy as he pulls out of you. You whine at the emptiness and Nash smiles into the kiss.

Pulling away, he swipes his thumb over your lower lip and you unconsciously part them. You can see him gulp and instead of putting his thumb inside like you expect him to do it, he leans down once again to kiss you before he lays beside you.

You’re slightly confused by his actions, but your heart misses a beat when he stands from the bed and leaves the room. You’re about to call after him, to ask him where he’s going only to hear water run and your chest tightens when he comes back. Catching his gaze, he smiles at you and a moment later he’s caressing your thighs and you flinch, yet want more.

“Take it easy, little one.” Nash says as he covers you beneath the blankets. “I don’t want to tire you out so quickly.”

You raise an eyebrow, chuckling. “You’re worried for me? I’m not that weak.” you tease and the corners of Nash’s lips turn into a smirk.

“We have a whole week ahead.” Leaning down, he kisses you on the lips, slipping beneath the blankets, the towel forgotten on the floor.

Pulling you closer to his chest, you hum at the warmth he emits, closing your eyes. “This is perfect…” you murmur more to yourself, but Nash can hear you clearly.

“A perfect way to start Christmas morning.” he agrees.

You laugh at his words, but don’t correct him, knowing it was a good way to start Christmas indeed.

#Nash Gold Jr. #Kuroko no Basket #safrinawrites #smut #Nash x reader #Nash Gold Jr #Kuroko no Basket Last Game #Extra Game #oneshot #KnB oneshot #fanfic #knb fanfic #knb fanfiction

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Where’s my love | Nash Gold Jr

Fandom: Kuroko no Basket Rating: Teen Word Count: 4.300 Genre: Hurt/Comfort | Angst | Romance Additional tags: cursing, mentions of groping, mentions of physical and verbal abuse Summary: You thought you had everything. How wrong you were. Notes: I gotta admit that this one made my heart hurt a bit. As you more or less realized at this point, this one’s also inspired by a song of the same title by SYML. I honestly can’t believe I managed to complete this oneshot that I’ve been writing since november 2020. Enjoy it~

You didn't know where you went wrong. It was perfect. Well it wasn't to a t, but it was close when you were with him. He was sweet to you, his sarcastic side coming out once in a while, but he was never cruel to you. Not once did he treat you less than you were worth and always told you sweet nothings.

You knew of his reputation, your parents even disagreed when you introduced him, but you didn't listen to them. You continued dating the notorious playboy that could break your heart any moment. You knew of his one-night stands as well, but it didn't bother you, because he was devoted to you.

Or so you believed he was.

But then one day everything changed. Everything turned bad and you wondered where you messed it up, because it couldn't have been his fault but yours. He was the one to break it off, saying nothing more as he left you shocked and stunned just outside your home. You didn't know how to react, but while you watched him drive away on his Harley Davidson, you wondered where the fuck did it go wrong.

And how stupidly naive you were to fall for him.

You were holding an empty glass of liquor in your hand as you danced with your friends. You were laughing, feeling the world around you spin as your heart beat at the same pace as the beat of the music.

“Drink!” You looked at your friend and pointed at the empty glass. She nodded and you took the chance to stumble through the crowd towards the bar. Already tipsy—if not drunk—, you chuckled to yourself as you leaned on the bar, eyes catching the bartender.

“The same, please,” You said a little louder over the music. “Jäger-cola,” you added and the man nodded, taking your glass along. You turned towards the crowd and spotted your friends, grinning from ear to ear. You sang along to the song, completely unaware of eyes that stared at you.

After the song ended, you turned around to see the drink ready. You reached into your pocket to grab your phone and money from it when someone stepped right behind you, their body right against your back, and a hand placing the money down. You blinked and watched the bartender nod before he disappeared to tend to another customer while a pout formed on your lips. A smile was quick to spread instead as you turned to see who just paid for your drink.

“Thank yo—”

Your words died on your tongue, once you recognized the man in front of you. Like cold water was splashed over your overheated body, you were wide awake. Without a word, you drank the whole glass before you slammed it on the bar. You pushed past the man, disappearing back onto the dancefloor, wanting to forget it. To forget that look he had in his eyes.

When you reached your friend, you leaned close to her and spoke; “I’m leaving.”

The way her eyes widened and held your arm, it was obvious she was confused. “Why?”

“He’s here.” You gritted your teeth and it seemed like she just spotted him, because her eyes grew wider like he stood just behind you. “I’m leaving.” You repeated and she nodded, immediately stepping behind to hide your figure, so you could leave in silence.

Luck truly wasn’t on your side anymore.

A hand gripped your wrist, turning you around. You managed to free yourself quickly, glaring as he stood in front of you. You could still hear the music from inside, a shiver running down your spine from the cold as fog crept on the street.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice cold, harsh like he was scolding a child.

“What is it to you?” you scoffed, taking a stumbling step back. “Fuck.” You cursed as you tried to catch yourself, but refused to let him hold you when he reached out for you. “Fuck off…”

“Jesus, how much did you drink?” he held you by upper arm nonetheless.

“I told you to fuck off!” you raised your voice and shoved him. If only you had strength like before. “Leave me alone!”

“You’re fucking wasted! I ain’t leaving you alone. Not when you’re like this.” He argued back, but your patience was running really thin.

“When I’m like what, huh?” you stepped in front of him, staring into his eyes. “Why don’t ya go back inside for some bitch huntin’, huh?” His eyes widened at your words. “I’m done with you! I told you to leave me the fuck alone!” You struggled to free yourself from his grip, feeling the alcohol even more than before. You shouldn’t have drunk that last glass in one go.

“Why don’t you come to your senses already?”

“Oh, a really wise thing to say.” You shoved him in his chest and he took a step back.

“Does your mom know you’re out this late? It’s fucking 1am.”

“Why do ya ask?” you raised an eyebrow. “So you can get me back home and listen to her yellin’ at me how worthless I am? How stupid I am for being with ya? How you ruined their perfect sweet child?” You scoffed and he froze at your words. “Fuck off, Nash. You don’t have to involve yourself with me anymore.”

Releasing your arm, you turned and began to walk away. You stumbled every now and then, knowing too well that he was following right behind.

Stopping by a crossroad, you let out a deep sigh, eyes focused at your feet instead. Your eyes and nose were burning from the cold and you shivered before you reached into your pocket to grab a pack of American Spirit cigarettes.

Before you even managed to put one between your lips to lit it up, it was taken from your hand. You glared at Nash, who was glaring right back at you. Instead of saying anything, you took another out, staring him directly into his eyes, like you dared him to take another, but he still took that one.

“Give it back, asshole.”

“You’re smoking this shit?” he scoffed, crumpling the two cigarettes in his hand. “The fuck happened to you?”

“You.” Was your short answer. He seemed startled. “I don’t know, man, I mean, you fucked me up.” You laughed and successfully lit the third cigarette. Taking in a deep breath, you slowly let it out, your mascara definitely stained around your eyes, you were sure of. “Who wouldn’t be fucked up after a breakup out of nowhere?”

“I didn’t—”

“You didn’t, what?” you interrupted him, refusing to listen to his reason now. “You didn’t want to break up with me? Why did you then? And don’t give me that bullshit about how you weren’t good for me. Less alone on what my parents said about us. I give shit to what they think. Always have. I had a million reasons to break up with you, but didn’t, because I love you.” You tapped your foot on the concrete, looking across the street instead, eyes focusing at the small cloth store. You certainly sobered up enough to think and see what was going on. “Then again why do you even bother now? Go back to that club and fuck the first girl that falls on your dick.”

“[Name], it wasn’t—”

“Not tonight.” You laughed, shaking your head. Taking another breath of nicotine, you blew it straight into Nash’s face, making him grimace. “Since you dumped me, I always wanted to tell you to fuck off.” Throwing the cigarette on the ground, you stepped on it before you walked away.

This time, Nash didn’t follow.

The second time you saw Nash after the breakup, it was in front of your college. You were sitting outside with your friends, smoking when you spotted him across the road. It didn’t go unnoticed by your close friend, who knew what he did to you. To say the least, she also cursed at him when she saw him the first time, except that this time around, she completely ignored him.

Only when he was close enough did she speak just a bit louder; “Hey, [Name], wanna ditch the rest of classes for today.”

Your eyes widened, but a smile spread across your lips. “Count me in.”

When you stood from the bench, Nash was looking at you, his expression unrecognizable, but you didn’t want to bother with him much. You were the first to look away, your arm crossed with your friend’s as all of you walked away from college.

“Did you see how Nash stared at you?” Another asked.

“He?” you raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Why would he?” you laughed and shook with your head. “I don’t even know the guy.” You lied.

“I know right? He’s too good unlike what he was before.”

“He became such goody two-shoes.” Your close friend said. “But I heard he still fucks around so that’s nothing new.”

It was odd, because her sentence didn’t rest well with you. You grimaced at that, but didn’t say anything. Shaking your head, you focused back in front again, completely ignoring the need to look back. To look at him just one more time.

The third time Nash saw you, it made his heart ache. Your hair was a mess, covering your face, but he didn’t miss that bruise on your cheek even if you wore makeup. He knew you too well. You were quiet, too quiet than the last time he saw you and he wanted to approach you and ask if you were okay. But he was afraid of your outburst like that time in the club.

It was the same club though, but you were sitting alone, drinking what seemed to be whiskey. You were holding the glass in your hand, swirling it around, eyes completely focused on liquor in it.

“What do you want?” You spoke, raised your head and looked directly at him.

Nash spotted a lit cigarette in your other hand and he winced. This is what he feared. This isn’t what he wanted you to become. But you did and it was his fault.

Moving closer to you, he sat on the seat beside, ordering whiskey himself. “I saw you walking in.” he spoke and you scoffed.

“What now, are you some kind of stalker or what?” you rolled with your eyes and took a sip. You grimaced at the taste and the corners of his lips twitched into a small smile. You never liked whiskey. “It was too bitter” – you told him.

“If it makes you feel better then yes.”

“Actually it doesn’t,” You replied, making a face. He chuckled and you smiled – that smile you always showed only to him. How he missed it.

“What happened?” he asked, glancing at the bruise.

“The usual,” you shrugged.

At that he frowned. “Usual?” he repeated, igniting you to talk.

“Came home really early, at like 6 or 7, I don’t know and of course mom was already up, dad too, they know I’ll be dropped out of college, ‘cause what? I don’t have brilliant attendance, you see.” You sighed, shaking your head. “I’ve been thinking though,” you continued, eyes focusing back on whiskey in your hand; “I’ll move away instead.”

“And what will you do? Where will you go?” he choked, trying to hide the guilt and disappointment that he felt at your words.

Your hand, which rose to take another intake of nicotine, stopped midway. You turned your head, your bruised cheek even more visible, and looked directly into his eyes. “And what will you do if I tell you? Beg me to stay?”

At those words Nash realized that yes, he would beg if it meant that you would stay.

Nash doesn’t spend much time on social media. He finds it annoying, constant messages and comments from across the country and world, but he would be damned if he wasn’t checking your updates once you moved.

It's been a couple of months since he saw you at the bar. A couple of months since you left the states and he hadn’t gotten over it yet. Your bruised cheek haunted him on every step he took and perhaps it was one of the reasons he was constantly checking on you. You weren’t exactly the type to hide anymore and somehow he feels glad for that. At least he could see that you’re happy wherever you are even if that meant his heart breaking into pieces.

If only that was the case.

Your posts to instagram and snapchat are far from that. Being so far away from your family, it looks like you ended somewhere worse. Nash didn’t like that. He wants you to be happy, to live the life you always wished to have--the one you spoke to him about. He wants to reach out to you, ask you if you need help of any kind, but he fears you’d block him and he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want to be in the dark when it comes to you. Not when he grew to love you so much.

It’s a completely normal day when Nash stumbles upon your mother by pure coincidence. He flinches when he spots her, freezes when her eyes fall on him and widen in surprise. He expects anything really--from curses to a glare, but it surprises him when she lowers her gaze and walks away instead. He doesn’t know what to think of it, so he questions the one friend who’d know more than he does.

Your best friend.

He knows he’s not welcomed anywhere in her vicinity, but he wants to know. The guilt is eating him alive and he knows, he can see it in her eyes, that Katy, your best friend, revels in it.

“Why should I tell you?” Katy asks, her voice cold, gaze holding a glare that he had received ever since he broke up with you.

“She’s ruining herself!” Nash didn’t mean to raise his voice, but he’d be damned if he didn’t get what he wanted. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel anything while watching her falling apart.” he hisses through his teeth and Katy’s façade falls. It takes him by surprise, because he had never seen her that way.

“Why do you care now?” Her voice is quiet, much too quiet that he has to strain his ears to hear her. “You have no idea what you did to her, do you?” her eyes glisten from sudden tears and it leaves him stunned. “She doesn’t listen to anyone. What makes you think she’ll listen to me? Indeed her parents threw her out, but nothing reached her. We all hoped leaving the States would do her good…” she trails off, eyes averting to the side.

“She was ready to give you the world, Nash.” Looking back at him, Katy smiles sadly. “She loved you so much and she didn’t care what her parents thought of your relationship. She just wanted to be with you. That’s all.”

Nash goes with hands through his hair as he turns to the side. He grits his teeth in annoyance at himself, because he was the cause for this. He did this and there was no turning back.

“Fuck…” he curses under his breath and looks up into the clear sky.

“She’s living with her aunt and grandmother, but I don’t know for how much longer.” Katy continues. “Her parents only want what’s the best for her.”

Nash looks at her and a thought comes to him.

If you never met him, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

You’re sitting on a bench on a hill, staring down at the village beneath. The first rays of sun are slowly proding through the clouds with a cold breeze. Wearing only a t-shirt and capri sweats, you shiver, but you don’t mind it much because you accomplished what you came here for.

A sunrise in late summer.

It’s been years since you last saw your aunt and grandmother, so when you moved to Europe it felt like a burden was lifted off your shoulders. You could breathe again, the unfamiliarity making you ache to discover things, but there was still that side that made you rebel. Being so far away from home it was the perfect place.

It’s those lips that linger on your neck with hands groping you that wake you from the drunken daze you’re in. You push the man away, heart beating fast against your chest as you stumble your way through the crowd and leave the bar. It reminds you of him and you don’t want that. You want to show him that you don’t have feelings for him anymore, but it’s hard.

Even after all those months and so many miles away, you still ache for him. You still want him to hold you in his arms as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear even if they are nothing but lies. You want him and your body has never ached for someone as much as it did for him.

So you do what you did back in the States. You know he follows you on social media, because that’s what you want. You want him to check how you’re doing, want his attention. You didn’t have much of it before, but now that you do, who are you to stop to get more of it? You know he’s blaming himself and a part of you thinks ‘he should be’ while the other side of you wants to reach out and tell him that you’re fine and that he shouldn’t bother with you anymore.

But you can't help yourself. You're in contact with Katy, although lately you don't bother to reply back. You still read her messages only to find out that Nash is asking for you. He's worried and something stirs inside you because he never exactly showed his worry for you before. Only now, when you're breaking down and destroying yourself, it is apparent that that is the only way to keep him close.

What you didn’t expect is for your feelings only to grow stronger.

You’re not exactly sure how it happens. Must have been because of those gin-tonic drinks you made yourself back at the apartment and then those jäger-colas at the bar that you don’t realize until you hear his voice. You’re holding your head, but when you hear him call your name you look only to see him standing in front of you.

He's panting like he was running and his eyes are wide, but before you can say his name, his hands are cupping your face and he’s kissing you. It’s hot and needy, but at the same time it's also soft like he was waiting too long for this. And instead of pushing him away, you cling to his arms, returning the kiss.

Never again.

It was just a fling. He told himself that many times. And surprisingly it worked each and every time. He never held any emotions for anyone. Not even when you came along.

Yet you were anything but.

You were the complete opposite of him.

An enigma he was curious about.

A forbidden fruit that tempted him the longer he watched you from afar.

And when he approached you, you hid instead, too shy, too embarrassed for his advances. It tempted him more than he dared to admit, but most of all, he wanted to break through your defense just to see you break. He wanted to see you reach for him in any case, wanted you to call for him no matter what, no matter the time.

The moment he realized he fell for you hard, deeper than he intended to, the two of you were lying in his bed on a Saturday morning. His mother was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast with his father already gone to work. You were so beautiful, sleeping in his arms that he couldn’t help but marvel at how the sun shone down on your skin.

You stirred in your sleep, crunching your nose and it made him laugh. You could make the cutest expressions he knew and he didn’t care about it at all. He didn’t care if he laughed or made a fool of himself in front of you. If it made you laugh, kept you safe from anything then he’ll become a fool just for you.

Yet there was one thing neither of you expected. The disapproval of your parents. Although your father wasn’t entirely against the relationship, your mother on the other hand was a complete opposite.

“My answer is no and that is final.”

Your eyes were wide as she spoke those words. Nash couldn’t deny that he thought of the possibility of them being against. He understood your father to not give away his only daughter to a playboy like him, but what hurt the most was that you stood up against them.

“I love him, mom!” you claimed, eyes tearful before you looked at your father for help. As expected, you didn’t receive any.

“I’ve heard of his reputation, [Name], and it’s nothing good.” She stared directly at Nash, who lowered his head in shame.

For the first time he felt the shame of his wrongdoings.

“I do not approve of this relationship and nothing will change my mind.”

“You’re unbelievable!” you huffed, which only worsened the whole situation.

“Nash…” you whimper, clinging on his arms for support, eyes shut tight like you’re afraid he’ll disappear the moment you open them.

He kisses the corner of your lips and your cheek and you can’t help but cry. He’s holding you like you’ll break any moment and it only makes you feel worse.

“It’s okay,” he whispers into your hair, caressing your back. “I’m here and I’m not leaving.”

You’re not sure how much time passes, but you soon find yourself sitting on a bed back at your grandmother’s place. Nash is holding you in his arms, your grandmother looking at you in worry before she leaves once she sees you return back to your senses.

“Nash?” Your voice is hoarse, quiet and instead of answering you, he only tightens his embrace.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers and if it weren’t for the quiet room, you wouldn’t be able to hear him. “I’m so sorry.”

You remain quiet, despite wanting to tell him that it’s okay. But you know it would be a lie and so would he.

“I thought it was for your own good, believe me.” He pleads. You try to pull away, but he doesn’t budge. “I love you so much that I wouldn’t go against your parents, just so I wouldn’t be a reason for your arguments.” Your eyes widen at his words. “I know I messed up before we started going out, hell even when we started. I fucked up so many times, yet you remained by my side. I would be a fool if I said you didn’t have an effect on me.”

“T-then why…” you can’t end your sentence as your eyes fill with tears once again. It still hurts to remember the day he broke up with you.

“I met with your mom.”

You freeze. You haven’t talked with your mother in such a long time that it feels weird hearing it from Nash.

“She’s sick worried about you. She approached me after what Katy told me and-and-and we talked.” Pulling away, he looks at you and smiles sadly before he wipes away the tears from your cheeks. “She cares for you so much and I know I made a mistake. A big one.” He laughs more at himself. “I should have fought for you, show them how much you mean to me, but I was a coward. Just like you said, I don’t think you deserve me.”

You’re cupping his face, brushing his cheeks, staring into his eyes. “You’re an idiot.” You choke on your own words. “I know my mom; I know eventually she’d soften up the longer you’d remain by my side. You’re such an idiot.”

“I know,” he’s nodding, covering your hands with his. “I’m the biggest idiot there is.”

You chuckle and Nash smiles. “And so am I.” you admit.

“You’re not.” He shakes his head.

“I am,” you sigh and look away, releasing his face. “I’m such a fool for worrying everyone. I know they just want me to be safe and happy, but—” you look at him; “—the happiest I’ve been, was with you.”

“We can work it out.”

“Can we really? After all the things I’ve done back home and here. After the things I’ve posted. I was jealous, Nash. Jealous that whoever would catch your eye next, could make you happier than I did. I was angry at myself for not standing up to mom even more.” You’re rambling, feeling overwhelmed the longer you remind yourself of the past. “If only I fought harder for us.”

“You did.” Nash says as he holds your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I was the first to give up on us, not you. You fought for me, for us, but I was the first to bolt. How can I ever get you back? To gain your trust once more?”

“You never lost my trust, or love, Nash.” You whisper. “After all this time I still love you so much it hurts.”

Without another word, Nash kisses you on the lips. For a moment you hesitate and like he could feel it he’s ready to pull away, but you move, pulling him closer instead.

“Forgive me…” he whispers against your lips.

You look into his eyes as they focus on your lips, his finger tracing down your cheek. “I already have.”

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Lost | Bucky x f!reader

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Word Count: 6.500 Genre: Romance | Fluff | Hurt/Comfort Summary: You’ve always felt very self-conscious over your size. Once you became an Avenger, it only seemed to get worse as you were daily met with many nasty comments and a crush on a certain soldier didn’t seem to ease your worries at all. Notes: This one was written mostly for my poor maiden heart, but also because I couldn’t unsee it anymore. Hope you like it~

There’s a silence in the living room that's occasionally broken by a turning of pages. You’re reading the book in your lap while munching on grissini breadsticks that Dr Strange sent you some. Despite reluctantly taking them the only reply you received from Dr Strange was a smile that pulled on your heartstrings.

“New book?”

A male voice startles you and you look to see Bucky leaning on the doorway, a small smile present on his lips. You feel your cheeks heat up at the sudden attention you’re receiving and immediately face the book.

Bucky chuckles and you hear his footsteps coming closer until you feel him leaning over your shoulder. “Lord of the Rings?” he asks.

You blink in surprise. “You know it?” you turn, only to freeze at how close he is.

He looks back your way, amused at how flustered you quickly became and chuckles. “Yes,” Straightening up he takes a couple of grissini breadsticks, his eyes never straying from yours. “I read the first edition of the Hobbit when it came out.”

“No!” Your eyes widen, turning his way. “How was it? Was it good? Is it anything different from the latest editions? What about Lord of the Rings? Or Silmarillion?”

Startled by your sudden wave of questions, he seems at a loss of words and before he can answer your questions, the door opens, revealing the rest of Avengers.

“Is there a meeting going on?” you ask and move a bit further from Bucky. You spot Natasha with a raised eyebrow, but she quickly smiles and sits beside you, stealing a grissini breadstick from you. You gape at her and move the package further from you, while eyeing the rest of the group taking their seats.

With the corner of your eye, you see Bucky walk behind you and sit down on a sofa to your left, his attention on Steve instead.

“Yes,” she answers.

“Did Dr Strange send you grissini again?” Tony asks and Natasha laughs when you try to hide yourself behind the book. “He’s spoiling you too much.”

“But I love grissini.” You pout, which only grows larger when Tony takes the package from your lap. “Oh come on, I didn’t intend to eat it all.”

“You’ll get it back after the meeting.” He says, but not without taking another.

Before you can say anything, the door opens, revealing Fury and Sharon. You unconsciously try to move deeper into the couch when your gaze meets with Sharon. She smiles at you before she greets everyone.

“Is everyone here?” Fury looks around and narrows his gaze when he realizes someone’s missing. “Where are Thor and Loki?”

“Right here.” A voice right behind you makes you jump. “Sorry about that, [Name].” Thor apologizes with a smile.

Shaking with your head, you give a small wave and look at Loki, who doesn’t seem that happy that he’s here. He seems to sense your gaze because the next moment he looks directly into your eyes, the corners of his lips turning into a rather soft smile.

“Now that everyone is here,” Fury starts and looks from one to another before he completely focuses on the God of Thunder. “Thor?”

Thor clears his throat and steps forward, but you notice that Loki doesn’t step away from your side. You’re confused and you glance at Bucky, who also seemed to notice that the young God is still standing there.

“Our father Odin,” Thor begins slowly, gaining your attention; “has decided to prepare a ball and he’d very much likely to invite one of the Avengers as a thank you for the treaty between Asgard and Midgard.” He shortly, but quickly explains.

“That’s … wow…” Tony says as everyone takes Thor’s words in.

“Did he say who should come?” Steve asks, looking from Thor to Loki.

“No,” Thor shakes his head. “Anyone is fine.” Looking at Fury, he adds; “It’s in three weeks to be precise.” Natasha and Wanda look at you with a raised eyebrow, but you shrug, shaking your head.

“Come on, you know you wanna go.” Natasha teases you.

“[Name]?” Tony looks at you.

“I-I—” you stammer, cheeks hot at the attention you’re receiving. “I-I mean I’d love to g-go, but I doubt Asgardians would a-appreciate me…” you laugh and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes downcast. “N-not to mention I’m not that mighty as Natasha and Wanda are. I-I’m sure they’d be mo-more appropriate.”

“Don’t you mind that, lady [Name].” Thor smiles widely. “As a matter of fact, you’d blend in perfectly. Us, Asgardians, love such strong women. Only shows how strong their children would be.”

Your eyes are wide and you’re hiding behind your hands as Loki steps in; “Brother, I believe you’re making the situation worse than needed.” with a chuckle before he looks at you. “Please forgive my foolish brother.”

“I-it’s okay…” you murmur, too embarrassed to look at anyone.

You’re completely ignoring what they’re talking about, saying as you’re more focused on hiding your body behind a blanket that was laid beside you. Your ears and cheeks are burning in shame and you’re glad the attention isn’t on you anymore, but you can’t ignore a stare that’s burning at you from the side. You glance and meet with Bucky’s eyes and you feel your heart skip a beat at his gaze. You immediately turn away, eyes tearing up as you wrap your arms around yourself.

You’ve never been fond of your body. You aren’t exactly a size 6, less alone 10, but your hips and bust are larger as well as your stomach. It isn’t flat like someone might have expected it for the mighty Avenger and you’re wondering again, how Fury found you. How he could accept you so easily, like he didn’t look at how you look, but how you worked in the field.

But you’re familiar with those gazes that are completely opposite of Thor. Gazes that are disturbing and make you stare at the ground more. You were never fond of going out, unless you were going alone.

As you expected, no one was chosen to go to Asgard. Yet. You’re not sure why they’re hesitating, when they have Wanda and Natasha, who are already used to the balls unlike you. Or perhaps Tony and Steve could go instead, or Bucky and Sam, but no one accepted.

You don’t know why they didn’t accept it and for some reason you’re glad, because that means you still have a chance of going. But then again, there wasn’t exactly a reason why you should go. Aside from listening to Thor’s and Loki’s stories of the mightiness that Asgard holds, you didn’t have any other reason to go.

You’re not Tony, who can talk business when he needs to. And you’re definitely not Natasha, who can blend in without any worry in the world. You’re just … you. Just another failed experiment who knew Bucky just a bit longer than others did.

It was also Bucky, who helped you out of the darkest time when you were locked at Hydra, rotting away in a locker, completely forgotten. It was your song that calmed him the most.

“You okay?”

You raise your head and see Bucky standing in front of you. His gaze is soft and you find yourself nodding. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” you smile and stand from the couch.

“I thought you’d take the chance and go to Asgard.” He says and it makes you frown.

“Why?” you blurt before you can stop yourself. “You want to get rid of me that badly for a week?”

That’s not what you wanted to say.

Something crosses Bucky’s face and you look away, gulping. “I’m kidding…” your voice is quiet. You grab the book and blanket and walk towards sliding doors. Before you leave the living room, you look back at Bucky and you feel your chest tighten at the expression he’s making.

“Hey, Miss Siren.”

You hear a young voice as you stand in front of MSST high school. A wide smile spreads across your lips and waves at Peter, who’s more than happily walking towards you. You see Ned and MJ not too far behind, with the former widening his eyes when he sees you.

“What did I say about calling me miss?” you mess Peter’s hair, which makes him grimace. “Hey,” you greet Ned and MJ, who stop beside you.

“Hey, Miss Siren.” Ned greets you, while MJ greets with a silent; “Hey.”

You see a couple of students looking at you, their eyes wide, while some are covering their mouth. You can’t miss a smile or a smirk, you’re not sure, but before you could think of it more, Peter has your attention;

“It’s so nice of you to pick us up, miss Siren. It’s much nicer than seeing Happy every day.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Wait until Happy hears you. You’ll break his heart.”

Peter chuckles and you slowly begin walking down the street. “So, I heard from Pepper you’re going to Asgard?” He’s looking at you like a puppy with his big brown eyes that makes you wonder if he was truly a puppy in the past life.

“No, you heard wrong.” You shake your head.

“You’re going to Asgard?” Ned’s eyes sparkle at that information. “That’s crazy.”

“Wait a second,” you narrow your eyebrows; “Pepper wasn’t even at the meeting.”

“Yeah, but Mr Stark said all’s been taken care of already.” Peter replies and you frown.

You’re at the loss of words before a sigh escapes you. “Why would I even go to Asgard? I’m pretty sure Natasha would be a better option.”

“Yeah, I don't know about that.” Peter tilts head to the side. “Didn’t Thor say a couple of days ago that his mom wants to meet you?” he looks at you. “I mean. You’re a siren. You even enchanted Loki—”

“—and we do not talk about that.” Loki’s voice sends shivers down your spine as he walks from behind you. There’s a smile present on his lips and Peter’s face grows pale.

“Sorry Mr Loki.” Peter’s quick to apologize and you jab Loki into ribs; “Be kind.”

“I am kind.” He chuckles before he greets Ned and MJ, who are staring from one to another.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“I’ve come to pick you up.” Loki answers like it’s the most obvious thing. Looking confused, the young god continues; “You do know you’re leaving with us, do you not?”

Your eyes widen at that. “I didn’t agree!” you claim.

“But you’ve always wished to visit Asgard, no?” Loki raises an eyebrow.

Your cheeks heat up at being caught once again. “Okay, fine…” you groan. “Can I at least try to think until the evening?”

“Of course,” Loki takes your hand and kisses the back of it, completely ignoring the surroundings. “I’ll be waiting for your answer, lady Siren.”

You watch Loki disappear among the crowd before you turn to Peter, Ned and MJ. You part your lips to say something, but quickly close it. Instead you turn and continue walking, the three teens right at the back of your feet.

It’s just before dinner when you hear voices from the kitchen. You’re about to open the door and walk inside, but stop at the voices that were coming from inside.

“Have you seen the media?”

“Yeah, they’re not exactly … fond of [Name].”

You don’t recognize who’s talking, but you can hear them clearly.

“I can’t believe Bucky would just be … quiet about it. Don’t they know each other from before?”

“Even if he did say anything, I don’t think it would make her picture any better. She’s a siren, a being that compels people. Moreover, I’m surprised Fury even allowed her in. Especially after what she has done.”

“Someone has to keep an eye on her. Who would, if not us?”

“Also, have you seen her in that tight suit? Totally not suitable for her … size.”

Eyes full of tears, you don’t realize you’re shaking until you step backwards and have to lean on the wall as laughter is all you hear.

“[Name]?” Natasha calls for you and Wanda rushes to your side with Bucky already holding you.

Feeling like you were burnt, you jump from their touches, away from them and it feels like time froze at your action. You blink and look at Bucky, whose expression is unreadable before your eyes fall on Steve and you flinch beneath his harsh gaze. It feels like whatever happened was your fault.

“It’s not me…” you shake your head and raise your hands to cover yourself. “It’s not me.”

A bit of silence.

Raising your head, you look Bucky directly into his eyes. “What did I do to deserve such backlash?”

Without letting them reply, you almost run away.

“I’m not hungry.” You tell yourself when you lay in your bed. “I’m not hungry.” You ignore how your stomach growls from hunger. “I’m fine. I can skip one meal. I don’t eat dinner.”

There’s a knock on your door and you flinch.

“Friday, who is it?”

“It’s Mr Barnes,” Friday’s voice fills your room and you bury your face into your pillow, groaning. “Would you like me to open the door for you?”

“No!” you’re quick on your feet and walk towards the door, hesitating to open.

“[Name], it’s okay if you don’t want to open the door.”

At Bucky’s voice you stop, staring at the doorknob instead.

“You’re probably not in the mood to talk or see anyone and I get it. I brought you some dinner since you missed it and I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re hearing all those words from people that don’t know you, but know that you’re amazing. I don’t care if you have powers or don’t, how you look, what you wear, I don’t care about any of that. I’m here if you need me, just like you were there for me. I’m not going anywhere.”

Closing your eyes, you let out a shaky breath and slid down the door, facing your room instead. You wipe the tears that managed to fall.

“Friday,” Your voice is a whisper.

“Yes?”

“Can you tell Thor and Fury that I want to go to Asgard? And please don’t tell anyone else. I don’t want anyone to know.”

“I will, Miss [Last Name].”

“Also can you tell Loki to come here?”

There’s no answer aside from a flicker of green a moment later and a familiar face of your friend. Loki expects you to lay on your bed, but he frowns when he sees you’re sitting on the floor by the door.

“[Name]?” he approaches you slowly and kneels in front of you. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to go to Asgard tonight.”

Loki’s eyes widen, but a small smile spreads across your lips. “Have you told anyone?”

You shake your head. “I don’t want anyone to know. I’ll tell Friday to tell Fury. It’s not like I need to give them an explanation.”

“I know, but I don’t believe they’ll be happy about it.” he caresses your cheek, making you lean into his touch. “And I doubt we can leave tonight. It’s already late.”

You look into his eyes, tearing up. “Why?” you choke on the word. “I-I want to leave, Loki. I can’t-can’t stand being here a moment longer.”

Loki closes his eyes and sighs. “Let me talk to brother first, then.”

“Do you must?”

“He needs to know, [Name].” He wipes away the tears the moment they fall. “And he’ll be the only one I’ll talk to. I promise.”

Biting your lower lip, you slowly nod and watch as he leans closer and kisses your forehead before he disappears in a flicker of green. Leaning back on the door, you look up into ceiling, heaving a long and deep sigh, hoping Thor and Fury are the only ones to know of your departure. But then a memory of Bucky returns to you and a small smile spreads across your lips. That longing for him quickly turns into guilt.

“Miss [Last Name] would you like me to call Mr Barnes?”

At Friday’s voice you frown. “Why?” you asked confused.

“You seem to be longing for him.”

Cheeks heating up, you shake your head in answer, but remember that she can’t really see you. “It’s fine. I’ll just … you don’t have to call for him or anyone.”

“As you wish.”

Standing from the floor, you walk to your closet and look at all the clothes inside. There were a couple of dresses you owned, but never truly wore them aside from the missions you were on. Pushing them aside, you grab the small luggage suitcase and place it on bed. For a moment you hesitate, but you get a hold of yourself and begin to pack.

It’s early in the morning, before the first rays of sun are even up, that you’re sitting on the chair. You have the phone right beside you on the table, a comment section of an article open. You have trouble breathing the longer you read some of the comments, rarely finding one that’s standing for you.

“Lady [Name]?” Thor’s voice forces you to straighten and force a smile on your lips.

“Thor,” you stand, grabbing the cup of coffee with your shaking hands. “You’re early.” Your voice cracks and you hope he won’t call you on it.

Like he senses your discomfort and avoidance, Thor decides to speak; “Are you ready to leave for Asgard?”

“Mm,” you nod as you take a sip. “I hope it’s really alright that I’m going and are you sure your father doesn’t want someone else to come?”

“I’m quite sure.” Thor laughs and approaches you. “Dare I say the stories he heard of your voice made him all the more curious. Even my mother can’t wait to meet with you.”

A small smile spreads across your lips as you look at your cup. “I’m sure Loki already mentioned it to you, but it’s one of my many wishes to meet your family and see Asgard.” Thor’s smile doesn’t waver at your words, but it only grows. “And I’m honoured to go.”

“And we’re honoured for a siren to grace us with her visit.”

This time you laugh and shake your head.

“I must say that Mr Barnes is quite a lucky man to have you.”

At his words you frown, looking at him confused.

“Mr Barnes fancies you, my Lady.”

“As a friend.” You smile.

“No, not as a friend.” He shakes his head. “He’s quite smitten by you.”

“W-what?” you stutter surprised. “He doesn’t.” You shake your head, your smile slowly disappears. “I mean, wh-why would he?” you look at the coffee, narrowing your eyebrows. “Why would he fancy someone like me? I mean I’m f—” you stop yourself before you could end your sentence, remembering all the comments you’ve been reading before Thor arrived.

“My Lady,” Thor starts slowly; “The way Mr Barnes is looking at you is the same my father looks at my mother. You cannot miss it, cannot deny it.”

Before you can say anything, the door open, revealing Loki.

“There you are,” he smiles and stops beside Thor, looking from you to his brother. “Will you stay here and talk to Fury or you’re coming with us?”

“I’ll stay here for one more day, after all, time goes slower on Asgard, does it not?” Thor says and looks back at you.

“A place where time goes slower? That’s neat.” You grin and the brothers laugh. “So, do you know how much slower the time goes?”

“Not exactly,” Thor shakes his head while Loki adds; “But we do live longer, give or take 5000 years.”

You punch Loki into the shoulder as he laughs. "Like that helps." You roll with your eyes. "Which reminds me," you recall, "how old are you two in human years?"

The brothers look at each other, a silent conversation seeming to pass between the two before they come to a decision. It's Loki, who says: "Thor is in early 20s, while I may be older."

Thor's eyes widen in a split second along with yours. "Brother," he calls in a harsh tone and you burst into laughter, covering your mouth with your hand.

The brothers look at you and they smile, for you finally laughed at something. You continue to talk until the door opens, revealing the last person you want to see. Sleep is still evident on Bucky’s face, but his expression brightens when he sees you.

“Good morning,” He greets you and you smile softly, greeting him back. “You’re up early.” he comments before he looks from you to Thor and lastly at Loki.

“Yes…” you murmur, glancing at the two. “I-I’m preparing to leave.”

At those words, Bucky stills. He focuses back on you, but his expression is unreadable. “You’re leaving?” he repeats and you nod. Gulping, he hesitates, but says; “To Asgard?” with a slight crack in his voice.

“Yes,” you nod.

"Oh…"

A beat of silence.

"Well, I hope you enjoy it." Bucky forces a smile before he turns and leaves the kitchen.

You close your eyes and sigh. This isn't what you wanted. But a part of you did nonetheless. You hear someone clearing their throat and look at Loki, who’s about to speak;

“You really want to leave it at that?”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?”

"Go after him. Talk with him." Loki says and without another word you run out of the kitchen. It's like you want to talk with Bucky. You want to tell him that you'll come back and that you're sorry for not telling him beforehand.

"James!" You call and Bucky unconsciously turns around, his eyes wide as he stares at you panting when you stop in front of him. You were the only one that called him by his given name, because when you did Bucky could melt from the way you were looking at him.

"I'm sorry," you start and Bucky is confused. "For not telling you that I'm leaving. I didn't want you to know and don't get me wrong." You reach for his hands, holding them, because you can see it in his eyes he's closing himself away from you. And you didn't want that. "You know how much I wanted to visit Asgard and I heard some still don't exactly … like me…" you chuckle more to yourself than anything before you continue; "I-I'm scared, James," looking into his eyes.

"Whatever for?" He chuckles, squeezing your hands. "You're amazing [Name]. One of the most amazing people I met."

"Have you seen me?" You ask, bewildered at his confession.

"I did and still am." He cups your face. "You're stunning and you know I don't lie. Not to you."

You remain silent, unsure of what to say.

Bucky sighs and closes his eyes before he nods. “Alright,” he says after a moment and you look at him confused. “I care for you so much more than you can imagine, [Name].” his thumbs caress your cheeks and he’s smiling softly that pulls on your heart.

Suddenly, you feel hopeful that maybe he also feels the same. That perhaps, he doesn’t see you like others do.

“You’re one of my closest friends.”

You blink with your eyes and laugh. “Yeah…” you murmur, nodding as you pull away.

You don’t see it, but Bucky’s smile falters, a painful expression on his face just for a second before it disappears when you look back at him. It’s a forced smile, on your lips, and Bucky feels like he’s suffocating because he’s the reason for that. He forced you to hide and he’s cursing at himself for doing it.

“See you next week?” Your voice cracks.

“Yeah,” Bucky nods, too afraid if he said more you’d find out. “See you next week.” His voice is quiet. When you turn around, he wants to reach for your hand and hold you back, but he doesn’t. Instead, he watches you walk away, your shoulders more slumped than before.

One week is long. One week is way too long, Bucky realizes as he sits in the common room, blankly staring at the turned off TV. He doesn't hear the voices of Sam and Steve, Tony joining them not too long after. He continues to stare at the TV, completely oblivious to the glances of Natasha and a much more amused Clint.

"What's up with him?" Tony decides to speak what everyone's thinking only for Steve to raise an eyebrow as focus is now on his friend.

"He can't wait for [Name] to come back." It's Natasha who speaks.

Tony looks at her and then at Steve. "Didn't you tell him?" He asks slightly confused, but still more amused.

"Yeah, why didn't you tell him, Steve?" Sam crosses his arms, a smirk on his face.

It's only then Bucky seems to sense eyes on him. He clears his throat when he realizes Natasha and Clint are looking at him. "W-what's up?" He didn't mean to stutter, but it slipped through his lips unconsciously.

“Steve wants to tell you something.” Sam says before anyone could say a word.

Bucky looks at Steve, who’s glaring at Sam, but sighs. “What’s wrong?” he asks confused and straightens in his seat.

After a moment of silence and a nudge from Tony, Steve says; “[Name] won’t return yet.”

“What?” Bucky is confused. “What do you mean?”

“Thor came a few days ago and relayed her message of asking to stay at Asgard a couple of weeks, a month tops.” Steve explains and Bucky can feel his hands growing cold at the news.

Did you really wish to be away for so long? Because of him?

“Did she…” Bucky stops, his hand gripping his knee tight. “Did she say why?”

“No.” Steve shakes his head.

“It’s because of the comments.” Tony says instead and Bucky looks at him. “She’s seen them, heard what they’re talking of her and she wanted to stay away from Earth for a while. Time does seem to go slower on Asgard than here, so I think it’s good she takes some time off.”

“But…” he wants to argue back, but can’t find any words.

“She’ll come back.” he pushes himself off the counter, looking over to Steve, then to Natasha and Clint. “She always does.”

And Bucky knows he’s right.

Suddenly one month passes and Bucky wonders what he’s doing while sitting by a bar, while his childhood friend is enjoying the evening. The Avengers have a party, courtesy of Tony Stark and everyone’s there except for the Asgardian princes and the youngest Avenger.

Bucky wonders how you’re doing. It’s been a month since he last saw you, close to a month and half and he’s missing you. There’s no way he would ever admit to it, not to Sam or Steve, but to Natasha, it was quite obvious how much he’s smitten by you. Even if his words may be the opposite of what he’s showing in his eyes, Natasha could read him like an open book.

“What are you doing here all alone?” Sam’s voice breaks Bucky from his thoughts. “Go on the dancefloor, dance, show us some of these Brooklyn moves you and Steve have.” He nudges the latter and a smile breaks on Bucky’s lips that doesn’t remain for long.

“I think I’m gonna call in for the night.” He says instead and drinks the rest of the beer in one go. “I’m not in the mood.”

“You sure?” Sam raises an eyebrow and in that moment the elevator door opens, revealing the two Asgardian princes.

“Thor!” Tony exclaims before nodding towards Loki, who only smiles—or grins in Bucky’s eyes.

But there’s something—rather someone, behind Loki and Thor that catches Bucky’s attention instead. His eyes widen when he sees your face. You seem thinner in your cheekbones and he doesn’t seem to realize that he’s walking towards you until your eyes fall on him.

“James!” You smile widely and Bucky wants to ignore the surprise and worry he saw the moment you spotted him, but he can’t.

He doesn’t miss the way Loki looks at you worriedly, like he’s looking for your sign to interrupt. He also doesn’t miss how quiet it had become.

Or perhaps it’s just Bucky, who doesn’t see and hear anyone else but you. His blue eyes are fixed on you and you alone and there’s a fluttering emotion that grows in your stomach, because he looks different. You can’t explain how and where, but it’s there.

You feel a hand on your back and turn to look at Loki, who’s staring at Bucky before he leans down and whispers; “You do not have to talk to him.” into your ear.

A small smile breaks on your lips, your eyes meeting his. “It’s alright.”

Although reluctant, Loki pulls away and joins his brother. You can still feel his gaze focused on you, especially when Bucky approaches you. Only then you see him much clearer. His hair is still short, but he grew out a beard and you unconsciously bite your lower lip because he looks so much more handsome.

“Hey,” Your voice is quiet, your head just a bit lowered, looking from beneath your bangs.

Bucky has to hold himself back from kissing you, because you’re looking at him like you’ve done something wrong and dare he admits he always had a soft spot for you. Instead, he pulls you into a tight embrace and you immediately relax into his warmth that you don’t realize Natasha smiling from where she’s standing with Wanda and Tony.

“That went well. Much better than I expected.” Tony says more to himself and takes a sip of a wine he’s holding before he looks at Loki, who speaks;

“As long as it does, that's all that matters.” There’s a fond smile on his lips and Tony raises an eyebrow. Loki notices it and chuckles, shaking his head. “I see her as a little sister, no more.”

“She was amazing on Asgard. Managed to wrap father around her little finger as well!” Thor laughs. “She’s welcomed to stay any time and for however long she wishes for. Both father and mother would be delighted.”

“Thor, please,” You’re begging your friend, feeling embarrassed as you approach them with Bucky by your side. “I love Asgard, but I can’t stay there long either.”

“Why not?” Loki raises an eyebrow, curious by your answer.

“I have friends here. And family.” You smile before you embrace Natasha and Wanda, who happily return the hug.

“It’s good to have you back, kid.” Tony says and you roll with your eyes, grinning from ear to ear.

“I’m not a kid.”

“You are to me and will remain to be.” He tries to mess with your hair, but you manage to slip away in time. Bucky comes to your rescue as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you beside him. It makes Tony raise an eyebrow.

You feel your cheeks heat up, but you don’t move from him. All the tension that seems to be in the air dissipates and it feels a rather chilly, yet warm, air to surround you.

“I wanna talk to you.” Bucky whispers to you and you turn to him, nodding. He looks at Tony and the corner of his lips turns upwards as he adds; “We’ll be right back.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Tony teases and your cheeks grow hotter.

Before you can say anything, Bucky pulls you away from your friends and into the elevator. The ride to a lower floor is silent, but when you reach the level Bucky pushed for, you realize you’ve reached his room. He doesn’t own many things, but you spot a couple of pictures. One is with Steve in the 40s, before they joined the army, while another is with Peggy, not too long ago. Both Bucky and Steve are still young, yet Peggy is older, grey hair falling down on her shoulders. She’s smiling while Steve and Bucky’s smile doesn’t reach their eyes. You can spot slight guilt in their eyes, while Peggy seems quite … happy.

You can hear shuffling behind you and you turn to see Bucky meddling with his fingers, nervous. A small smile spreads across your lips and you decide to walk to his side and hold his hands. He looks at you and gulps.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, knowing that something is troubling him.

Averting his gaze, Bucky is looking anywhere at you, but you know him. Remaining calm and quiet, he’ll come out slowly. He’ll speak, when he’ll feel comfortable and you’re willing to wait for him.

“I missed you.” He says, his cheeks tainted bright red and your smile widens.

“I missed you too.” You say softly and it’s then that Bucky looks at you once again.

Without a word, he walks you to his bed and you sit down beside him, when he takes your hands. He watches them like a hawk, like he’s still unsure of what to say, how to begin and you squeeze his hands in support.

“Before,” Bucky begins once again, quieter; “when you left” he raises his gaze to look at you and you’re hardly sitting still, because those words still haunt you; “I lied to you.”

Narrowing your eyebrows, you look at him confused. “What?” you murmur.

“I’m sorry.”

“No,” you shake your head and you can see Bucky’s heart break at your word. “No, wait, James,” you call quietly, afraid your voice might crack. “What do you mean you lied to me? If it’s because you see me as a friend, it’s alright. You don’t have to explain yourself to me, I understand.”

“No,” Bucky is quick to respond, but looks away instead like he’s afraid to look at you. “I was afraid. Afraid you wouldn’t feel the same, refused to believe you did. You’re-you’re so much better than me, you deserve someone better than me.”

You feel your heart break. “What if I don’t want anyone else?”

Bucky looks at you, but doesn’t say anything.

“I don’t want anyone else.” You say. “I care for and love you, James.” You’re looking straight into his eyes, not wanting to break off.

There appears to be guilt in his expression. “You…you were always more than a friend. Still are.” he admits quietly, observing you like he’s afraid of your reaction. “You’re still more than a friend to me.”

“Like…best friend?” you whisper and Bucky shakes with his head. You can feel his fingers brushing against your knuckles. “You mean…” you murmur and Bucky gives a shy nod.

“I was lost when I heard you were leaving for Asgard. While I knew how much you wanted to see, I was afraid you wouldn’t return, which is one of the reasons why I pushed you away that day.” He looks down at your hands, narrowing his eyebrows. You’re too stunned to speak, but you remain quiet.

“Yet before that I thought you and Loki had … much more than you let on.” Bucky continues slowly. “I’d never go between a couple that’s already so much in love, yet the longer I observed, watched, I realized he treats you more like a little sister. I admit, I felt glad when Tony said you’re not dating anyone,” he laughs to himself; “but then I was afraid you don’t see me the same.”

“James,” you call softly and raise a hand to caress his cheek, to make him look at you. You almost melt in his gaze that’s filled with tears and you wonder how much gentler can this man be. “It’s okay.” You smile. “As a matter of fact, I’m glad.” you laugh more to yourself and Bucky seems confused at your words. “I mean, don’t take me wrong, but I didn’t feel … well. I don’t have any superpowers like Thor, Loki and Wanda do. I’m not a scientist like Tony or Bruce, I don’t have serum inside of me like you or Steve and I’m not exactly an assassin or an agent like Clint and Natasha. I only have my voice that lures others in, paralyses them. I didn’t feel okay either.” You feel your eyes tearing up, remembering the comments that still seem to haunt you.

“No,” he shakes his head. “You’re amazing, [Name].” he smiles. “Every time I see you getting back up, I fall for you more. I admire you so much, for not letting the world see how hurt you are, but what I love the most is when you call my name, how you look at the things you love or how you talk of something you love. How there’s that twinkle in your eyes when it snows and when you sneak out of the tower to enjoy it.”

You feel your cheeks burn at his confession, leaving you speechless. You had no idea Bucky paid this much attention to you.

“If I could, I would hold you in my arms and never let you go.” He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. He’s looking directly into your eyes and you can see the sincerity in them. “You make me feel complete, [Name].” he whispers and it’s then you lean forward and press your lips against his.

Your eyes are closed, but you can feel how Bucky tenses before he relaxes and kisses you back. You hold onto his arms for support, hoping that this wasn’t a dream, that this wasn’t some sort of illusion that you know Loki would pull on.

Bucky bites on your lower lip before he trails his kisses to the corner of your mouth. After a moment he pulls away and looks at you. A soft smile spreads across his lips.

“Wanna skip the rest of the night?” he asks hopefully.

“And let you handle the wrath of God of Mischief for taking me away without asking him first?” you raise an eyebrow, grinning.

“For you? Anything.” He says and kisses you again.

You laugh at his answer, when you come up with an idea. “You know what?” you brush your fingertips down his cheek. “I think I wanna skip the rest of the night as well.”

“What do you have in mind?”

The corners of your lips turn upwards into a smirk. “How good are you with movie marathons?”

“Where’s [Name]?” Sam looks around. “I could have sworn I saw her come in with Thor and Loki.”

“Oh, she left with Bucky.” Tony says and raises an eyebrow when Loki shifts on his feet, sending a murderous gaze towards the door. “What’s wrong, Point Break?” he smiles widely. “Worried Bucky might steal her from you?”

Loki turns his way. “Not exactly.” He seems to relax, like he just witnessed something. A small smile graces his lips at the same moment when Thor approaches, handing him a drink, which he gratefully takes.

“Here you go, brother. Don’t worry about Lady [Name].” he grins. “She and Mister Barnes are going to have quite a pleasant night.”

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Heavy | part 2 of Winter sleep

Fandom: Obey Me! Rating: General Word Count: 5.790 Genre: Hurt/Comfort | Angst Summary: You feel overwhelmed each day more until one day you just snap. Notes: Second part to Winter sleep that just makes me feel a lot. It’s partly inspired by my own disease and yes, you could say that the song Heavy by Linkin Park partly inspired the sequel as well.

Part 1

When you come to, you wake up in your bed. Confusion grows as you slowly sit up and look around only to see everything as it was when you left. Your bag is on the edge of your bed and you’re covered with a blanket. Feeling unusually rested, you stand up and walk over to the table where your phone is. You unlock it and spot a couple of messages from chats, yet the one that you open is from Solomon.

I didn’t see you in class today. Are you alright?

You frown at his question before you check the time. Dread overcomes you as you notice it’s already past noon.

            I’ll take notes for classes we’re in together and Simeon and Luke for others.

A sigh escapes you and you close your eyes. “What the hell am I supposed to say to Lucifer?” you groan and lean down on the table, gripping your phone. “I know I passed out outside my room. How did I end up in my bed?” Biting inside of your cheek, you straighten up before checking Diavolo’s message that was sent to the chat you share with the prince and Barbatos.

            Lucifer told me you feel unwell, so you stayed back at the house. If you wish, Barbatos can make you some dishes from the human realm.

Shaking your head, you were quick to reply;

It’s alright Lord Diavolo.it’s just a small headache.

I just needed to rest a bit. (*´꒳`*)

I apologise for worrying you.

A shiver runs down your spine when you reread the message. Lucifer. One person you’ve been dreading to let know you were unwell. Biting your lower lip, you glanced towards the door before you checked the time once more. It was half past twelve and a sigh of relief escaped you. You still had time before the brothers came back from the academy.

Quickly changing into more comfortable clothes, you grab your bag, phone and rush out of the room. You didn’t want to see any of them at the moment; especially Lucifer, who would most likely chastise you for doing this to yourself. You come to an abrupt stop just before the front door, placing your hand on your chest when you feel your heart miss a beat. You narrow your eyebrows, confused, but shake your head nonetheless as you reach out for the doorknob and leave the house.

You soon find yourself standing in front of the antique store, staring at the porcelain doll. Spotting the demon, you smile when he waves at you to come inside. You walk inside much happier than you thought you were.

“Are you alright?” The demon asks, his eyes showing concern. “You look rather pale and tired.”

“It’s okay.” You wave it off. “I just had a bit of a headache…”

“Hm…” the demon nods, although reluctantly. “I have a small room right beside the shop, where you can sit and read if you wish.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t like to impose on you.” You shake with your head, looking sheepish. “It’s already enough you’re letting me look at the doll.”

“I insist.” He smiles. “I’ll place the doll on the table, so you won’t be too far away.”

“N-no, it’s alright, r-really…” you stutter, cheeks warm, but as expected the demon doesn’t listen. You bite your lower lip as you watch him take the doll before he disappears behind another door. You follow quietly, but not before you look towards the exit, wondering if it really was alright for you to be here instead.

“If you’re spending so much time on the computer and phone, why don’t you study instead?”

You shudder and shake your head as your parents’ voice resurfaces. You hold your arm against your chest, feeling yourself shake.

“It’s all in your head. If you just went out, you wouldn’t feel depressed.”

“You’re just a mortal without any powers in a place full of demons, so be a good human and do as you’re told.”

Gritting your teeth, you take in a deep breath and walk after the demon. The room you walk into is darker than the shop, with candle-like lights glowing on the walls. There’s vintage furniture that takes your breath away. It looks like a small private café that most certainly was for certain guests.

“I-I can’t…” you stutter, shaking your head.

“It’s alright.” The demon assures you. “I don’t get many guests these days since most of the frequent guests went to rest.”

At those words you frown. “Rest?” you repeat, slightly intrigued.

“Well yes,” he laughs. “How long has it been since prince Diavolo had succeeded to the throne?” he murmurs more to himself, but due to the silence you hear him clearly.

“Wait, was Demon King your frequent guest?” your eyes are wide as you stare at him.

“Why yes,” The demon nods. “He was a great company, must I say.” The demon continues, a smile on his lips. “We used to talk about everything. You could say this was the only place where he felt most comfortable.” Caressing his chin, he adds; “I do remember Prince Diavolo visiting a couple of times as well. He rarely does so lately, but his butler, Barbatos I believe, still frequents this place.”

Your heart misses a beat at those words. “B-Barbatos?” you can’t help the stutter.

Seeing your discomfort, the demon says; “He rarely comes these days, since they’re attending the academy.” He turns around to leave the room, but not before saying; “You can stay here as long as you wish.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, you smile. “Thank you,”

The demon returns it back and disappears back into the store. You stare at the door for a moment, but soon avert your gaze towards your bag. Letting out a sigh, you lift it on your lap and take out books, notebook and your pencil case. It’s been long since you last did any work without any interference, so finding this store and café was certainly a bliss. There's silent jazz music that’s streaming somewhere in the background and you realise the demon must have turned it on.

You’re so focused on doing your assignments, homework and studying that you don’t feel, less alone hear your D.D.D ring. It’s between your books and pencil case and you completely miss it until you hear familiar voices. Your movements stop and eyes grow wide as you raise your head and look towards the door. You wait and wait, but no matter how long it passes, those voices remain on the other side. You’re not sure if you should feel glad or what, but you do. The last thing you need is to see Lucifer and Barbatos. You know Barbatos wouldn’t demand answers you’re not willing to give, but Lucifer is a different story.

But then the worst thing happens and you wonder what your guardian angel is doing – if you even have one.

The door opens and through them step the two demons you didn’t want to see. Lucifer is looking at Barbatos, both of them talking and unable to see you when they pass you. You’re confused at that and wonder if they didn’t see you until the older demon walks in. His eyes meet with yours and he presses a finger on his lips, winking before he focuses on the two young demons.

It's quite obvious you can’t focus on your assignments anymore. You’re tempted to pack your things and leave, but something is preventing you. You’re not sure why you remain there, but you do.

“What is so important to talk about that you can’t with Lord Diavolo?” It’s Barbatos, who begins the subject, and you frown.

“It’s about [Name].”

At the mention of your name you freeze.

“What about them?” Barbatos asks, sounding intrigued.

“Beel found them laying on the floor last night.”

You feel your heart pace up, eyes wide. So it was Beelzebub? You think to yourself, but it only makes you wonder more why Lucifer was talking to Barbatos about you.

“They were unconscious and in the morning they couldn’t wake up. I couldn’t feel their heartbeat either, yet they were alive.” Lucifer shortly explains.

“Hm…” Barbatos hums. “Aside from Mammon, who else has a pact with them?” he asks and you’re confused. “As you might know, you can feel certain emotions through the bond, the pact. If they felt uncomfortable, Mammon must have as well.”

You grip tight on the cup that the older demon brought you, gritting your teeth. The last thing you needed was for them to feel what you feel.

“Mammon never said anything.” Lucifer sighs and you scowl. “But now that you’re saying …” he stops for a moment, like he just remembered something. “He did feel quite odd whenever they argued with the brothers. He hasn’t been himself since yesterday, mentioning he doesn’t feel well.”

Sadness spreads through you like a wildfire that quickly overflows into anger. Now they could know something isn’t right through the pact? You couldn’t have felt angrier. That last privacy you thought you have, diminished with Lucifer’s words.

“And their history?” asks Barbatos.

“History?” Lucifer repeats confused.

“Back home.” He shortly explains. “Perhaps what’s going on right now, might also be what was happening back home. Don’t you think so?”

For a moment there is silence and you know Lucifer is thinking about it. But for one, you know there’s nothing they could find.

“Nothing is mentioned.”

A sigh of relief escapes you. Phone begins ringing and you look at yours only to relax, realising it wasn’t yours. It must be either Lucifer’s or Barbatos’ and you quickly find out it’s Lucifer’s.

“What?”

Chills run down your back at the cold voice and tension that suddenly fill the small room.

“What do you mean their room is empty?”

With dread you realise that brothers must have come back to the house.

“Give me Mammon.”

There’s silence and you dare turn your head. Lucifer is staring outside the window, he’s sitting by, while Barbatos is looking at him in worry. Like he’s sensing your look, Barbatos turns your way and frowns as you turn back ahead. Your heart is beating fast against your chest and you want nothing but to disappear from this place. You’re not sure what the elder demon did, but Barbatos doesn’t call for you. There must have been some kind of spell or the moment Lucifer turns around, his eyes landing directly on you, he would’ve scolded you, unleashing his anger. But nothing happens.

Turning back ahead, he pinches the tip of his nose. “You have one hour to find [Name] with your brothers, Mammon.” Lucifer hisses into his phone. “Use your pact if you must, I don’t care. One hour.” Hanging up the call, he sighs.

“What happened?” Barbatos asks.

“Beel went to check up on [Name], but they disappeared. Their clothes are still there, except for their D.D.D and bag.”

“Perhaps they went to the library?”

“Satan would’ve seen them since that’s the place they checked first.” Lucifer sighs. “Is there any way to use the pact in a reverse way?”

Barbatos hums, thinking. “I’m not sure, but I can look into it.”

“Ah, there’s no need.”

You feel a tingling sensation where Mammon’s pact is. You’re being drawn to it like a moth to light and before you know it, you hear ruckus coming from the store. Something definitely broke because the owner is arguing with someone. Mammon’s voice fills your ears, blood moving to your feet instead and you have a very big need to run away.

Door bursts open and Mammon rushes in, looking around frantically, but stops when he sees Lucifer and Barbatos.

“What are you doing here?” Lucifer asks, half glaring and already standing, apologising to the older demon, who’s huffing.

“W-what?” Mammon stutters, visibly confused. “I’m searchin’ for [Name] like ya told me to and Asmo got this brilliant idea to use the pact.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“Asmo said it won’t bring me right to them, but in the vicinity.” Mammon explains.

“So you’re saying they’re close?” Barbatos asks and the second-born nods. “That’s odd. We’re the only ones here.” He caresses his chin, thoughtful.

You’re inching closer to the window, shivering at the tension that continues to grow. Your D.D.D that’s on the edge of the table by then begins to ring and falls on the floor before you could reach for it. All attention falls on you. Barbatos’ eyes widen as do Lucifer’s, while Mammon is approaching you. You feel a lump in your throat, fear visible in your eyes and it stops Mammon halfway. He hesitates to take a step further.

“[Name],” Lucifer calls you, his face rid of any emotions. He glances at the demon that eyes them warily and immediately puts pieces together. Sighing, he turns back to you and wants to approach you, but your next words stop him.

“Don’t come any closer …” Your voice is shaking. It’s enough to make the three demons look at you and you don’t like it. You feel yourself shaking, panicking as you want to run away, but they’re standing so close it suffocates you. “Go away…” you’re begging and you don’t realise tears streaming down your cheeks until Mammon kneels in front of you. You’re staring at him, all attention on him, because he’s the only one that’s moving. You feel like a deer caught in headlights, too fear-stricken to move.

“[Name],” Mammon begins slowly, softly. He reaches out his hand to hold yours, but when you flinch and move further away, he retreats his hand. He can feel fear through your pact, the need to be anywhere other than here, but he doesn’t want that. “I won’t do anything.”

“Liar.” You bite back without hesitation and his eyes widen.

“I’m sorry.” He’s apologising and he doesn’t know why. Your emotions are overwhelming him and he feels like losing control, like he wants to vent at Lucifer for doing this to you, cursing everyone to put you through so much pain and himself – he wanted to devour himself for not being there and for letting it go this far. It’s tearing him apart from inside and if he knew he’d feel like this with your pact, he wouldn’t do it.

“Let’s go back…” His voice is nothing but a choked whisper that barely reaches you.

“I don’t want to.” You shake your head. “I don’t want to go back. I hate it there. I hate you. I hate everyone.”

Every word you speak feels like someone’s tearing Mammon’s heart piece by piece.

“Why don’t you leave me alone?” You continue, attention still on the white haired demon. “I was doing so much better being alone and now you’re here. I don’t want you to be here. Why don’t you leave me alone?”

Lucifer hisses your name through his teeth and your gaze falls on him. He stops before he could speak more because the anger, rage and despair he sees in your eyes silences him. He’s stunned that you’d dare to go against him and he wonders if you’re going to back down, but you don’t. You’re meddling with your fingers before you raise your hands and begin scratching your neck in frustration and then your cheeks and forehead and only then Lucifer spots a couple of scars on your cheeks. Scars from your scratching. Had they always been so visible?

Mammon uses the chance and grabs your hands, pulling them away and you freeze completely. Your eyes are wide and you stare back at him, unable to say a word, unable to move. Your heart is beating fast and no matter how much you want to calm down, you can’t.

“What was that yesterday?” he asks and grips your hands tighter.

You blink with your eyes, pursuing lips into a thin line.

He grits his teeth. “What was that?” he hisses and you flinch. He wants to curse himself, but he needs answers. He doesn’t want to feel that way again—unable to do anything; feeling like the whole world was passing by in a blur. As much as he tries to push those emotions behind, the day before was the peak of it. He knew Lucifer scolded you for coming back long after dinner time and that only made it worse. He wonders why you reacted the way you did and he won’t stop until he gets the answer.

“It was nothing.” You answer, your gaze turning into a glare that Mammon doesn’t hesitate to return.

“It wasn’t nothing.” He replies in a second and you wince from the tightness around your wrists. “You were unconscious!”

“I’m not okay, okay?!” You raise your voice, tears brimming in your eyes. You’re not sure where you get the strength, but you manage to free yourself from Mammon’s tight grip. Your glare doesn’t subside. If anything it intensifies. “I’ve been feeling like shit ever since I got here. Constantly doing work for you, trying to be better, only for everything to sum up to nothing.”

“I believe it’s best you leave.” The older demon spoke.

All three demons look at him, you included, and Lucifer is about to oppose, but a sudden chill runs down their spine as the demon’s eyes turn harsher.

“I know you’re Diavolo’s right-hand man, Lucifer,” he begins, “but rest assured I won’t hesitate to intervene when I see it necessary.”

Lucifer pursues lips into a thin line. He looks at you and you can see it in his gaze that he wants to say something, but he holds it back. Instead he looks at Mammon and says; “We’re leaving,” before he turns around and walks away. Mammon is hesitating, not wanting to leave you alone, but one look from Barbatos, who shakes his head, and he reluctantly releases you as he follows behind.

You’re sitting there, watching them leave as tears continue to stream down your cheeks. For the strangest reason you don’t want Mammon to leave, yet you can’t help but watch in silence.

The demon walks to your side and he doesn’t say anything. He leans down and picks up your phone that was still on the ground. You want to thank him, but you can't talk. The demon understands because he smiles gently and you feel yourself breaking into a sob that you can't stop nor prevent. He doesn't hesitate to embrace you and it only makes you sadder because you know him just for one day and he was already like a father to you.

Months into the exchange program and it was a demon you barely knew that brought your emotions out like it was nothing. So much you tried to hold back, to prevent showing your struggling to anyone only to fail and break down in tears.

You spend the rest of the afternoon at the store, dreading to go back to the House of Lamentation, but you know you have to face them sooner or later.

Standing in front of the gates, every light in the house was turned on. Even in the planetarium, where the light was rarely on, it shone the brightest. You wish for Simeon to be there. Or at least Solomon, although you wouldn't mind if Luke was there as well, but you know you can't have everything. Closing your eyes you let out a sigh and walk towards the door. You hear raised voices, arguments and your heart skips a beat, then two, three and you feel like the world is collapsing around you because they're arguing because of you. You know that, you know it too well and you can help but feel guilt overwhelm you like a sudden spring storm on a clear sunny day. It makes it harder to breathe and you want to cling onto something and you do, not realising you opened the door.

Suddenly there's silence and you feel your heart pounding in your head, hands growing sweaty as all blood leaves your face and rushes into your feet. You want to run away, but you don't have much strength and you realise someone's already holding you. It's Mammon and you want to feel glad that he seems to care for you so much, but the guilt prevents you from doing so. It grows and you can't process what he’s saying, because his lips are moving, and you can only stare at him like he was mad instead. His hands are tight on your shoulders and you wince.

He releases you in a second like he was burnt by the touch. Hurt overcomes you in a second and before you know it, Mammon is hugging you again like his life is depending on it. You try to push him away, so you could breathe, but to no avail. He doesn't let you go. He doesn't want to let you go.

He’s shaking and you wonder why. Did he have another argument with Lucifer? Were his brothers insulting him again?

Anger overcomes you, yet before you can do anything, quiet apologies reach your ears. Mammon’s voice is shaking and so is he still, but you grow limp in his embrace the longer you listen to his apologies.

“Wh-why?” is all you manage to choke out.

Mammon slowly pulls away and he wipes away the tears you didn’t realise are streaming down your cheeks. “I wasn’t-I wasn’t fair to you.” He stutters. “I-I’m sorry…”

You look behind Mammon and see Lucifer standing not too far away, his face expressionless, yet you could see sadness flash in his eyes that disappeared the moment your eyes met. You’re unable to do anything, because you feel tired; tired from constant thoughts, from fights and arguments and from all assignments.

“Mammon,” Lucifer calls in a rather quiet voice.

The latter turns his head to look at his brother.

“Let’s go inside.”

Mammon nods before he looks back at you. He holds you gently, like he’s afraid you’ll break. You want to laugh at him to treat you so good now after you fell unconscious. You don’t have strength to do so, to fight back, so you let him lead you inside the house and into the living room, where everyone else is sitting. They’re looking anywhere else but at you and you realise that they feel ashamed. You soon notice Solomon and Simeon sitting there, opposite of brothers and like a bucket of ice cold water is poured on you, your only instinct is to run.

Feeling your fear, Mammon’s own heart misses a beat and he’s moving before he knows it. He's holding your hand, almost too tightly, but you’re not strong enough to free yourself from his grip. You eye him and then you look at Solomon, whose lips are pursued into a thin line.

Mammon sits on an armchair and pulls you down along, so you're more coddled up in his lap instead. It seems like he wants to protect you and even if anyone has anything to say, they don’t because the tension that’s in the room could be cut even with the bluntest knife. His arms are around you with no intention of letting you go.

Simeon calls your name and you look at him when he speaks; “There’s something I wish to ask you.”

“What is it?” your voice is quiet, but heard in the silent living room.

“Is there something you’re hiding from us?”

For a second you glance at Luke and you spot him nibbling on his lower lip, eyes filled with tears. You remember reading that God wouldn’t allow the angels to stay in Devildom unless humans were involved. So he sent two angels, whose humans were invited. Regret and guilt fills you, yet you still find yourself looking at Simeon, speaking a silent: “No.”

Simeon closes his eyes and sighs, like he predicted your answer, as Solomon speaks; “We know you’re not well.”

“What of it?” You snap rather harshly, suffocating in the air that’s inside. Your chest feels tight and you have trouble breathing, trouble swallowing and it’s not within comfort you feel sleepy once again. “I don’t want to talk about it.” you turn away, looking instead at the fireplace, watching the fire.

“[N-Name] …” Luke stutters out your name.

Closing your eyes, you turn to look at him, your heart breaking at his dishevelled and broken sight.

“Please…” he whispers and you don’t know when he moved, but he’s holding your hand, begging you. “I-I’m not strong e-enough to help-help you alone.”

You part your lips only to close them, not knowing what to say. Taking in a shaky breath, you finally speak after a moment; “Why should I tell complete strangers about my health when they have never considered to be nice for a split second?” You feel Mammon freeze, many widening their eyes and you take the chance to free yourself from Mammon’s embrace and stand on your feet.

“It concerns us, because Beel found you unconscious in front of your room.” Lucifer speaks and you turn his way. He’s not glaring at you, yet you still feel intimidated enough to lower your head almost immediately – something that no one missed.

“N-no,” you waver and shake your head. A chill runs down your spine as you feel the tension grow. “I-I don’t wanna talk…” you stutter and dare to look at Lucifer. You yelp and immediately avert your gaze when you see his gaze harden.

“Lucifer, you’re frightening them!” Simeon scolds the demon with a slightly raised voice and it makes you jump.

“Like you’re any better.” Lucifer snaps back and you gulp.

They’re fighting again. Because of you.

Your eyes widen as your breathing quickens. You cross your arms over your chest, nibbling on your lower lip. Your heart misses a beat and you gasp as voices begin to overlap, and there’s another before it hits you. You’re breathing slowly and deep, trying to calm down, staring ahead of yourself, focusing at one point only.

Luke calls your name softly, his blue eyes looking up at you in worry.

You blink and look at the young angel. “I want to go to my room.”

“No, we still have things to talk about.” Lucifer refuses.

“Lucifer!” Solomon calls.

“I demand answers and I demand them right now.” Lucifer doesn’t want to back down. “This exchange program portrays light not only on Devildom but also on prince Diavolo.”

Gritting your teeth, you bite your lower lip hard enough to draw out blood and you feel a hand on your arm. You glance at the side and see Mammon, looking at you in worry and you know he feels the exact same way you do in this same moment. Weak and tired, wanting nothing more but to sleep, to rest; but also feeling guilty of the fight that’s going on.

“What do you want from me?” you break the fight with a hoarse voice. You look from one to another. “All of you are doing such a marvellous job of ignoring me daily, or forcing me to do homework for you that all this—” you gesture with your arms around “—is overwhelming me. I’m fine. So what if Beelzebub found me unconscious? Like that was the reason enough for you to be kind, when the moment Solomon, Simeon and Luke are gone, I’ll be forgotten in my room, crying because of the sheer pressure and stress all of you are putting me under.”

Everyone’s gaping at you, not one knowing what to say.

“I’m fine as long as you leave me alone. I’m not the human you expect me to be and yeah, I did go up to the attic.” You look at Lucifer, who freezes at your words. “And what are you gonna do about it? Scold me? Ground me? Last time I checked, you’re not my brother, less alone father. We’re strangers and I’m sick of everything. Always having to do my best, when I’m already doing 200%. What do you even expect me to do? I’m a damn human. A normal, dying being that can die any damn time, I ain’t immortal like you guys are. Or angels.” You don’t realise you’re crying until you wipe away the tears.

“So what if I’m sick?” you continue and at that they straighten up. “I’ve been sick for the last two years and don’t worry, I’ll deal with this on my own. I don’t need anyone constantly on my back like I need a babysitter.” You scoff, panting and you blink your eyes rapidly, feeling too overwhelmed by the whole situation. “I’m broke in this place and I have to work to survive through each month, and do essays and homework and you guys really expect me to function normally when just six months ago I had no idea that hell, heaven, angels and demons even existed?” you laugh.

“I just want to rest for one day without anyone being on my back. I just want to wake up and not think how much I still have to do and what still awaits me.”

Without letting them say a word, you leave the living room, refusing to listen to them any longer. You hear Mammon calling for you, but you don’t stop. Tears are blurring your eyes as you pass your bedroom and continue towards the staircase that leads to a place you lately found most comfortable to be in.

“Why are you crying?”

There’s that voice again and you kneel down in front of the door, looking into the dark eyes of a young man. His eyes widen like he could hear your fast-beating heart and he reaches out his hand only to stop on nothing-on an invisible wall that separates you both.

“What have they done now?” His voice is quiet and you want to break down and tell him, but you refrain from doing so, not wanting him to hate his brother more than he already does.

“I’m okay…” you whisper-choke, but he doesn’t believe you.

“Was it Lucifer?”

Just that one flinch you try so much to hide and he knows.

“Come here,” His voice is soft, almost begging like. He reaches out his hand for you to hold it.

“I can’t.” you shake your head. “You know I can’t come in.”

“I think you can.” He smiles softly.

Unconsciously, you lean forward, a hand reaching out for him. Your eyes widen when you feel the softness of his palm and he takes the chance to pull you in. A yelp escapes your eyes, body stilling, but you soon relax and your shoulders slump as he holds you in his arms. Your eyes are closed as a soft voice fills the silent room.

You don’t hear footsteps approaching and an intake of breath. Yet the voice that speaks from behind you sends shivers down your spine.

“Bel...phegor?”

You cling onto Belphegor’s arms like the person behind you is there to take you away. Belphegor tightens his embrace around you and you don't need to take a look at him to know that he's staring at the demon behind you, daring him to do anything.

Daring to move, you turn just enough to see black feathers of Lucifer's wings. You take a sharp intake of breath and bury your face into Belphegor's chest, shaking.

“[Name],” Lucifer’s voice is unusually soft when he calls your name; “come here.”

You turn once again to see an arm stretched out, but you find your head shaking, refusing to go.

"[Name]..."

You can feel Lucifer growing anxious the longer you refuse to leave Belphegor's side. You hear laughter coming from in front and you look up at Belphegor only to startle when you see the look in his eyes. It was full of anger and satisfaction and you wonder what happened between him and Lucifer.

"So it has finally come to bite you, hasn't it, Lucifer?" Belphegor's voice is filled with venom and you flinch when he grips your arms tighter.

"Let them go, Belphegor." Lucifer tries to sound strong, but you can see he's anything but that. He's worried, anxious and angry.

“Why?” is his simple question, but he releases you enough for you to move onto his side. No sooner you find yourself sitting on the floor with Belphegor hiding you from Lucifer. “It’s clear enough you don’t care for them, but only what Lord Diavolo says.”

A shiver runs down your spine when you hear the name you grew to feel terrified of. For a split second Lucifer’s eyes fall on you and it’s enough for his expression to change. Closing his eyes, he turns and leaves, saying nothing more.

There’s silence before Belphegor turns to you and smiles softly. He caresses your cheek and you unconsciously lean into his warm touch, aching for more.

“He won’t hurt you anymore.”

And you believe him.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but when you take your phone out of your pocket, you see dozens of text messages and missed calls. You feel bad for leaving the way you did and Belphegor can sense it.

“Stop it…” he murmurs and grabs your hands, making you still.

You blink and look down to see you started to bite on your thumb nail before you look back at Belphegor. He’s looking at your hands instead, frowning, like he wants to say something. Just when he parts his lips, your phone starts ringing and you jump, releasing it.

It’s Mammon, who’s calling and you sigh, calming down, before you lean down and pick it up. “Yes?” you murmur quietly.

“Where are ya?” He sounds breathless and suddenly you feel guilty.

He’s looking for you, yet here you are with his brother.

“Out.” You lie and you know he doesn’t believe you.

There’s silence on the other side and you bite your lower lip, feeling worse than before.

“Are you safe?” His voice is unusually quiet.

You find yourself nodding. “I’m warm. Okay.” you murmur and Mammon sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologise.” He sounds sad and it only makes you feel worse. “I should be the one to apologise, not you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Mammon—” you start, but he overtakes you; “Just promise me you’ll stay safe, [Name]. That’s all I want.”

“I will.” You whisper an answer.

Mammon chuckles before he hangs up. You feel your eyes tearing up, which makes Belphegor cup your face, to look at you. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, but his next words leave you stunned.

“I want to make a pact with you.”

#Obey Me Mammon #Obey Me Lucifer #Obey Me Solomon #Obey Me Luke #Obey Me Simeon #Obey Me Barbatos #Obey Me Belphegor #Obey Me! Shall we date #Obey Me fic #Obey Me fanfic #Obey Me fanfiction #oneshot #safrinawrites #aesthetic #moodboard #Mammon #Lucifer #Solomon #Luke #Simeon #Barbatos #Belphegor

[fierysafrina]

Devildom shenanigans ft. the brothers

Chapter 3.Vanilla cookies with brothers

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | x | Chapter 4

A collection of messages regarding the desserts of all three realms featuring you, Luke, Beelzebub and Barbatos.

Facts:

Not knowing how to relax most of the time, you tend to lean mostly towards baking.

You get along with coworkers, but there are still times that makes you want to send them somewhere.

Beel is always the first in line to taste your cookies with frosting or without.

The second one is Mammon.

Lucifer cares for you even if his words don't match his actions.

The brothers always leave you alone when you're baking, because they know you must have been stressed or someone made you angry.

#Obey Me! Shall we date #Lucifer #Mammon #Leviathan #Satan #Asmodeus #Beelzebub #Belphegor #Obey Me smau #safrinawrites #smau #devildom shenanigans smau

[fierysafrina]

Afterglow | Nash Gold Jr. x reader

Fandom: Kuroko no Basket Rating: Mature Word Count: 6.100 Genre: Romance | Fluff Summary: While trying to find yourself, you didn’t imagine you’d be so easily swept off your feet.  Notes: So this is the oneshot that I just plainly adore and love so much. It took me some time to write it, but I love how it turned out. I also told myself this won't be too smutty, but when has Nash ever listened to mel ol But hey it ain’t THAT smutty, just scenes leading to it, but not too descriptive. I hope you’ll like it as much as I do. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

The first steps are always hard. That’s what you realized when you first travelled two countries away just to meet a friend you befriended on the internet. And then in that same week when you crossed three countries and one more to reach another friend of yours. It was thrilling, exciting, but also scary.

Yet it was that same reason, those same feelings you felt in those ten days that brought you across the world.

You were never close to your family. Well … you were, until you realized that the way you were treated wasn’t exactly how family was supposed to treat you. All those years passed by you and suddenly you didn’t feel like being home anymore. You felt like a stranger in your own house.

One day led to another and you began to save your money from a job you had. Luckily you never had to change them frequently, just once and even the second one was a good hour drive away with the bus that you gladly took. You were rarely home through the week, but you spent weekends inside nonetheless, searching for an apartment to move out or for a job that’s even further from where you lived.

Spending less time home still led to many arguments with your parents. Despite being an adult with your own income, you still felt like you couldn’t live freely with them being constantly behind your back, always checking your move. It felt suffocating and you wanted to leave. There were so many days, so many times you wanted to disappear that when the chance came, you took it without a second thought.

Which is how you ended in an airport in New York. You’re sitting on a bench, near your next flight to Los Angeles, before you go to the north of the States. You want to explore Los Angeles as much as you want to so that while you’re emailing your friends you're startled by a sudden fall of a bag right beside you.

A curse follows and you unconsciously look at the bag first before you raise your head to look at a man that’s obviously in a bad mood. He’s going with his hand through his hair, his back towards you, but you don’t miss that striking blond hair and a tattoo on his left side when your eyes fall on a black man he’s talking to.

Shaking with your head, you focus back on your phone, all motivation you had for writing the email leaving you in that same moment. As much as you wanted to tell them that you’re doing fine, there was still that feeling that you’re bothering them. It’s the emotion you’ve felt as you grew up; always feeling you were a bother, never getting a word between the talk.

Shutting your phone off, you close your eyes and lean your head back, a sigh escaping your lips. You open your eyes and look up into the ceiling, wondering when the hell can you board your next flight.

“The fuck you mean the flight is delayed?”

You turn your head at the raised voice and see the blond haired man arguing with a middle-aged man, who obviously has a headache on the way. You pity him, feeling bad in his stead, because it’s not his fault if the flight was delayed, less alone cancelled.

“Nash, calm down.” A different voice calls out and it’s that of a young brown haired man that somehow seems familiar, but you can’t point out from where exactly.

Your phone vibrates and you look at it, making a face when you see a message from your mother. You turn it face down, leaning on your knees instead with face in your hands. There’s another sigh that leaves you when you decide to take a short stroll around to check on your flight.

Thankfully the board isn’t too far away and your heart misses a beat when you see that the flight to Los Angeles is delayed. Your expression falls and shoulders slump as you make your way back to the seat with the man, Nash you recall, sitting there and staring at his phone. He doesn’t seem to pay you attention as you pass him and sit beside him, but it does seem to pique his interest when you let out a whine and lean on your suitcase.

“Almost two days of flying and I still haven’t gotten into a comfortable bed.” You groan in frustration and stomp your feet like a child. “I want a shower. I want a bed. I want cooked food.”

There’s a chuckle you hear and you snap your head to meet with a gaze that sends shivers down your spine. Your cheeks burn as you realize that Nash is chuckling because of you and look away. Never had you wanted to dig up a hole and bury yourself in it like in that moment because man was he hot. And it was a painful realization that you recognized this man. Only an idiot wouldn’t recognize the famous magician of the NBA and captain of Jabberwock.

The bad is warm. Too warm for you to leave it. But you know you have to or you’ll miss the last flight to Los Angeles.

There’s a groan when you move and you freeze because you weren’t the one who groaned. Sitting in bed, you slowly turn around and widen your eyes as a warm breeze of the wind brushes against your bare shoulders.

In the same bed, you were sleeping just a moment ago, is sleeping the same man you met the day before. Your cheeks flare up, burn as you wrap a blanket around your body, pulling it tighter before you stand from bed and disappear from the bedroom.

You’re leaning on the sink in the bathroom, wondering how you managed to get into the same bed as Nash when memories slowly return.

You remember he invited you on a drink that you accepted, because how can just one drink harm you? Except that it wasn’t just one drink.

A cup of coffee, to keep awake for a while more, turned into a glass of cream liquor and you remember his teammates being not too far away along with their managers and you wonder how could they allow this. Then again this was Nash, who was pretty known to be an outgoing player and even bigger womanizer.

You remember his flirting, how his feather-like touches lingered on your skin that only made you want more. The way his eyes watched you like a predator watching his prey and you shiver at how needy you had been. How you wanted more of him, more than he was prepared to give you that when you hear a groan and a curse from outside, your chest feels tight, because you know he’s leaving.

You hit yourself, falling on your knees as you continue holding onto the sink to ground yourself on something. It was just a fling. You know that too well, but god do you want more.

When you leave the bathroom, you’re met with silence and dishevelled bed. His clothes and shoes are nowhere to be found and a part of you is glad it turned out that way. Slapping your cheeks, you walk over to your luggage and open it to pick out fresh clothes before you leave the hotel room.

You completely miss the small note on the hallway cabinet, a simple message with a number in the corner.

Reaching the reception, you return the key only to be caught by surprise that the night has already been paid and you look around, hoping to see him, only that you don’t. You pout, but smile as you thank them and leave. After all, you still have a plane to catch.

You see him on the plane, but he doesn’t.

You pass him just when he turns to his manager, asking something and you wonder if he did it on purpose. The rest of his team doesn’t see you, but Nick does and he smiles at you. You frown confused, but continue to your seat, pretending the night before didn’t happen.

It was just a fling.

Los Angeles is hot. And you don’t like the heat. Thankfully you had capri sweats on and a top beneath a summer blouse, yet the heat and humidity that you feel the moment you step out of the airport makes you want to return back home.

“Hi,” A much too familiar voice calls out for you.

You turn and raise an eyebrow before you smile, hiding the disappointment that it’s not the one you thought it was. “Hi,” you greet back and wonder what he’s up to now.

It's their manager and an unsettling feeling coils in the pit of your stomach. You know whatever he’ll say won’t be good for you.

Going through the bag he was holding, he took out an envelope and handed it to you, saying; “I hope what happened last night will remain a secret.”

Pursuing lips into a thin line, the smile turns forceful. “I don’t need it. I’m only staying in Los Angeles until Monday and then I’m leaving for Seattle.”

The way the man’s eyes widen tells you he wasn’t expecting that. Gripping your suitcase, you glance at Nash, who was still inside the airport, talking to Nick before you add;

“On top of that, I don’t remember much of what happened either way, so you can do whatever you want to. I’m not some hoe that did it for money and fame.”

With one last look at the team, you see Jason standing not too far away, before you turn and walk away.

Only when you sit inside the taxi do you look directly at the team and widen your eyes when you see one of the members looking your way. It’s Nijimura Shūzo you recognize, who was absent both on the airport and the plane. You wonder when he came and why he's staring your way so intently, but quickly focus on a sight that greets you the moment you drive away.

Rolling down the window, the heat welcomes you almost immediately along with the smell of the ocean that’s not too far away. The sky is blue, not a single cloud in vicinity and you feel your heart almost jumping out of your chest at the unknown ahead of you.

There are so many people all around and it almost feels surreal if it weren’t for the fact that you already reached your destination. It was a small hotel near the airport you booked for your remaining days.

You know four days in Los Angeles aren’t enough to see everything you want to, so you spend them mostly on the beach or walking around the streets, just to see the lifestyle. It wasn’t much different from the one you’re already used to, but it was still a pleasant change of scenery.

It's 4 in the morning on a Monday and you’re already standing on the bus station. You’re scrolling through your phone, laughing at the messages your friends are sending you, both of how much they miss talking to you and wishing you a safe trip for the rest of the way. You’re smiling like an idiot, snapping a picture of yourself with a peace sign and the station in the background.

It’s still dark and you’re a bit scared, but for some reason it’s not as scary as you thought it would be. Or maybe it’s just because there’s a much too familiar man sitting on a bench not too far from you that you have to take a double look at the picture you took, because indeed you managed to capture him as well. And that same picture was sent to your friends.

Turning around, you gulp as you observe the man and look away the moment his eyes meet yours. Your cheeks flare up along with the tips of your ears and you’re fumbling with your phone and hands. Suddenly you're more conscious of your surroundings than before, that when you hear shuffling and footsteps from the side, you freeze immediately.

You see him stop not too far from you and every inch of yourself is begging every deity and god for him to not talk to you. And he doesn’t. You bite your lower lip as you glance at him and you realize he’s staring at posters on the walls instead.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you place a hand over your heart. It’s beating rapidly and you manage to calm down when your bus arrives. Seeing that you still have enough time before departing, you stand and walk over to the bakery that’s already open. You feel eyes on your back, but you don’t look back in fear of him using the chance to talk to you.

It’s thirty minutes later when the bus driver returns to the bus and you have already finished your much too early breakfast that you’re prepared to leave. Although the city is constantly awake, even throughout the night, you can still hear the difference.

Standing on your feet, you try to stretch unnoticeably and you somehow manage before you reach for your small luggage. With one last look around the station, you smile and walk to the bus and hand the driver the ticket.

"It's a long way ahead," He says once he sees the destination.

"I have time." You can't help but grin.

"You ain't from here, are ya?" There's an accent in his voice that you have to strain your ears to understand him better, but you still do.

"Europe," you shortly answer and his eyes widen.

"Now what brings you all the way to Seattle?" His curiosity makes you chuckle.

"For some it's running away," you shrug, "but for me it's freedom." There's a soft smile on your lips as you recall the first step you took on this long one way trip.

"It can't be worse where you were than to where you're headed to." He tries to level with you, to change your mind, you can sense it in his words and the way he looks at you like a father both sad and disappointed in his daughter, but you only shake your head.

"Many things change when everything is piling on you, but you can never seem to find that release no matter how much you're searching for it. And then one day you just snap, you leave everything behind, taking only what you need, your necessities and leave." You say and grip the luggage just a bit tighter. "I wanted a fresh start in a remote place. I want to find myself."

The driver smiles with a short nod. "I hope you find what you're looking for." He says as he gives you back the torn ticket. “I’ll just put your luggage down.”

“Thank you,” You return the smile and walk to a seat near the back door when you hear a voice; “It’s going to Seattle.”

You turn just enough to see Shūzo’s back. He's talking on the phone, but you don't pay much attention because your phone is ringing.

Your friend is calling you, or more like calling through a video call and you smile as you quickly sit down and swipe to answer. She's smiling brightly and you can't help but mirror it yourself.

The two of you talk even when the bus departs. You glance at the station one last time and show it to your friend, who gasps when she notices Shūzo. You laugh before you tell her the embarrassing story of what happened between you and Nash of Jabberwock.

"You're lying." She gasps, eyes wide. "I don't believe you. Give me proof."

You roll with your eyes. "Sorry, but I don't have any proof. When I woke up, he was already gone. It was obvious it was nothing but a fling." You shrug and turn so you're facing the neighbouring seat while your friend could see outside the window. "On another topic, it's a good one day drive to Seattle, so basically two, three days and I'll be at my destination." you grin.

"God I'm so jealous of you right now." She groaned and buries head into her pillow. "Why can't I do what you did? You're so damn brave."

"I'm not," you shake your head. "If I were I would be here years ago."

"But you are now and that fucking counts for something."

You know she's right, yet you remain silent, unsure what to say.

"Do you regret it?"

"No," you answer right away.

"Then all you should care about is getting your ass to Seattle, send me and Kathy a card that says you arrived safely, take a couple of pictures, send them to us and live. Fucking live, [Name], and when you're ready, come visit us."

It brings a smile to your face. What you would give to meet them sooner in your life. But even when they came, it certainly made your life manageable.

It's a long way to Seattle, but when you arrive it's sunny and warm. You stretch your arms once you step down and look around. Being so close to your final destination, you cannot help but marvel at the beautiful architecture that is the station. It's bright as you walk towards the exit and take in a deep breath when you reach outside.

It's slightly humid, but you don't mind it. You feel disappointed you didn't take a two day delay until you go further to Port Angeles so you could marvel at the city, but then again you didn't think of many things either. It came out of nowhere. The need to leave, to disappear. It was out of nowhere and until now you don't regret it either.

Your phone buzzes again, announcing an incoming email that you certainly know it belongs to Kathy. She's asking if you've arrived yet and you want to reply to her, but it slips your mind the next second with the grumbling of your stomach. You place a hand over it and grimace before you walk to what seems to be a store.

It's not any later that you're on the way to your final destination. The forest you see and the empty bus calms you as you write a pretty long message to your friends. You're tired from the trip, the flight, the drive and all you want is to sleep, but the fear of missing your stop is preventing you from doing so.

 Getting used to a new place, your new home is hard. Especially when you're all alone and so far away from what you once called home. But you do. You struggle, but eventually you find your way around it. You don't follow the news aside from when you go into the town once a week to buy the ingredients you can't grow in your garden. It's then when an idea for a pet came to you. You can't deny that you've been a bit lonely as well.

You coo at the kitten, but frown when it hisses at you. A pout forms on your lips before you straighten up and shake your head. Cats were never fond of you, even back home.

"Why don't you let me pet you?" You murmur more to yourself, when you hear a voice from behind;

"Are you still considering her?"

You turn to look at an older man and smile. "Yeah, it's kinda boring being all alone in such a big house."

The man hums as he caresses his chin, thinking. "Then why don't you adopt this little guy?" He asks as he walks towards a cage where a young German Shepherd was sitting in.

"I'll take him!" You say before the man could even say anything. The puppy, sensing the acceptance, wiggles its small tail and you can't help but be in awe when you hold him in his arms. "Look at you. You're so cute."

The puppy leans closer and is about to lick your face, but you move faster by holding it like a newborn baby while rubbing his stomach. The man laughs.

"It's decided." Your smile brightens. "You're coming with me."

The puppy barks and you laugh as you follow the man to get the papers and everything you need.

It's almost a year later, with Spot already big enough to remain at your side despite the curious mind of the child that's still within him. You're in your small garden, humming to a song from your hometown when Spot starts to bark. You hear a car approaching, which makes you straighten up to see who the visitor is.

It's impossible to be your friend, because their trips were slightly delayed. It couldn't be your family either, because even if they knew your address, they couldn't exactly afford the trip all across the world. Your neighbours never really visited you, except to bring things you couldn't from the city, since you didn't exactly have a car and it took too long to go by bus.

You narrow your eyes at the black Land Rover. It has tinted windows, so you can't see who's driving it, but your eyes widen when the door open to reveal the person you least expect. Spot must have felt your confusion, because he's growling at the newcomer only for you to stare at him with a wide open mouth like it's the first time you see him.

"Hi," It's a simple greeting that makes your knees weak, because it's him.

"What the fuck?" Is your reply and before you know it, Spot is on his chest, for some reason licking his face instead.

"Not the kind of greeting I expected, but I'll take what I get." Nash laughs and your cheeks burn as you call Spot to your foot.

He follows, slightly reluctant, but you're outside your garden, looking at Nash and you wonder how in the whole wide world did he find you. And why.

"What are you doing here?" You ask with your arms crossed over your chest.

Nash seems taken aback at your question and his gaze flickers to Spot for a second before he focuses back on you. “I’m sorry.”

It catches you off guard; his apology that is. “What?” you murmur more to yourself, but still loud enough for him to hear.. A shiver runs down your spine at the breeze and you unconsciously wrap your arms around yourself. Looking at the garden behind, you were already done for the most part, so before Nash can say more, you interrupt him; “Let’s go inside.”

Nash looks back at the car, wondering if he should follow or not.

For a moment you linger on your doorstep, looking at him when he decides to follow. What harm could there possibly be, after all, you both know what you’re doing.

The inside of your house is rather comfy, Nash realizes when he steps inside. He follows you into the kitchen and looks towards the sofa in the living room that’s also partly a dining room. It’s a small house with only a ground floor, but you look like you’re already used to living here like it’s your home.

“Coffee?” You’re the first to break the silence.

Nash looks at you. “Black,” he agrees and sits by the table, his eyes never straying from yours. He wonders why he came here. It took him one year to find you, find where you live, so many questions of whys being thrown from his manager and the company that he was also tempted to go on his social media and ask his followers for help if they didn’t accept you.

But surprisingly, his company complied with a deal that makes Nash wonder how you hadn’t heard about it yet.

“So …” you begin as you place two cups of coffee on the table and sit down opposite of him.

Nash catches your gaze and suddenly he’s feeling embarrassed, shy to say anything at all. You look … different. He can’t say it in what way exactly, but there’s something about you that just wants him to reach over the table and pull you into a kiss, to tell you how much he couldn’t stop thinking of you, how you plagued his mind. You may as well call him obsessive, but he doesn’t care, because now that he has you in front of him, it's all he needs. He just needs to have you somewhere, where he can see you.

Spot is lying beside your feet, watching Nash before he looks at you and sighs. You glance at him and smile as you lean down to caress his head before you look back at Nash. He still hasn’t said a word and for some reason it makes you worry.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

His question catches you off guard, but at the same time makes you wonder. “Call…you?” you repeat confused. “I don’t have your number?” Narrowing your eyebrows, you shake your head. “I never got your number?”

“I left it back in the hotel room.”

Your cheeks flare at the mention of the hotel room and you’re suddenly brought back to it. The corners of Nash’s lips turn into a smirk, content that he could at least make you flustered.

“B-but you just-just left.” you blurt out. “I-I never saw a-any number.” You stutter.

“What?” It’s his turn to be confused. “I left it on that cabinet in the hallway,” he says.

With a frown, you try to remember, but don’t come up with anything. Shaking your head, you look at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, but… I honestly don’t remember. I mean…” you trail off, wondering how to say the next words without sounding rude. “Your reputation is quite known around, not to mention I needed some time to blow off too, so I didn’t really expect you to keep in contact with me.”

And then it dawns on you.

“Is that why Shūzo was at the bus station?”

Nash’s eyes widen and he turns away to hide his embarrassment at being caught, except that the tip of his ears turn into a bright shade of red as do his cheeks.

“I-I …” you stutter, stunned and unsure what to say. “Oh…” you murmur and avert your gaze. Suddenly you feel hot and embarrassed and like he’s sensing something. Spot stands up and leaves the dining room. You watch him as does Nash, yet neither of you is saying anything.

The silence spreads and continues even when you fumble with your hands, shaking as you reach for your cup to take a sip. You observe Nash, see his tattoo that still attracts you to this moment and you want to reach out and trail your fingers down his arm. Suddenly you want to do nothing more but to have him in your arms, watching him as he gets lost with you.

It’s then that Nash looks back at you and a shiver runs down your spine. You’re moving as does he and you curse at table being that something in-between you, but Nash doesn’t seem to care about that, because there’s only one thing he wants. And there’s nothing to stop him from getting it.

Everything is moving so fast; one moment you’re kissing each other like your lives are depending on it and the next moment, you’re stumbling into your bedroom, ridding yourself of clothes, not once breaking the kiss. You hear a tear and a soft breeze against your skin, making you shiver, before you pull away just enough to let Nash take his shirt off. You marvel at him, hand tracing down his chest.

He holds your chin, his eyes looking into yours, searching for something, but a moment later he’s leaning down and kissing you once again. This time the kiss is much softer, gentler like he wants to savour it. To remember.

Everything passes in a blur, but you remember the soft touches of his hands. How carefully they held you close, gripping tighter to not let you go, his warm breath tickling your skin as his eyes focused on you and you alone. You can’t remember where Spot is, but he’s not in your bedroom where you lead Nash. You don’t have much time to think of your dog, because Nash is having your whole attention once again and has no intention of letting it go.

Feeling weight on your feet, you blink your eyes before you focus on the ball of fur. A small smile spreads across your lips and you’re about to stand from bed, but a pair of arms around your waist prevents you from doing so. You look and widen your eyes when you spot Nash sleeping.

Your cheeks heat up at the memory, yet a small smile on your lips soon betrays you.

Shaking your head, you slip through his grasp and pick up the closest shirt. Spot raises his head and watches you, nuzzling his head into your hand when you reach over to caress him. You smile and disappear from your bedroom, but not before you look at Nash once again only to see him still sound asleep.

You’re humming to yourself as you’re preparing breakfast; sunny side up eggs with toast and bacon. The door to the veranda is open with a chilly wind cooling you down from the heat in front. A shiver runs down your side when you feel a pair of arms and lips on your neck. A smile unconsciously spreads across your lips as you tilt your head when his lips trail closer to your ear.

“Good morning,” you whisper.

“Morning’…” His deep voice makes your heart skip a beat, but it doesn’t stop you from making breakfast. “When did you wake up?”

“Not too long ago,” you answer and look at him when he leans his chin down on your shoulder. You chuckle at his gaze fixing on breakfast before he sniffs. “Want some coffee?”

“This is coffee?” he looks at you skeptical and you laugh.

“Yes,” you nod and try to slip through his grasps only for him to stick to your back like a baby koala. “Nash…” you call, but he refuses to let you go. In fact, he tightens his embrace, burying his nose into the crook of your neck. Letting out a sigh, you walk to the other side.

Nash continues to stick onto you until you pour coffee into two cups, handing him one. He looks at it, still full of doubt, and takes in another sniff before taking a sip. His eyes widen and he looks at you like he just discovered something amazing.

You laugh at his reaction only for his cheeks to turn red. “A friend of mine sent me coffee.” You say, knowing he was curious. “You can say I can’t drink any other coffee than this one.” You explain shortly and Nash nods in understanding.

“I can see why.” He says and takes another, longer sip. “It’s different.”

“I know, right?” you ask before you take a sip of it and go back to fry eggs to the end.

Nash remains by the counter, his eyes watching you closely. Suddenly you feel shy beneath his stare as it slowly dawns on you that you’re wearing his shirt.

“I-it’s the first one I grabbed.” You stutter.

“I didn’t say anything.” He replies, a hint of amusement heard in his voice. “Can’t say I don’t like it.” he adds.

Placing the cup on the counter, he walks behind you, his hands tracing beneath the shirt above your waist, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties.

“No…” you shake your head.

“Why not?” he asks, his lips back on your neck. “You tempt me so much…”

“B-breakfast…” you shudder when his hand sneaks below his shirt, fingers softly tracing on your stomach and above.

“It can wait.” With his other hand he holds your chin and turns you his way, his lips brushing against yours. You don’t see him, but he turns off the stove, eggs and bacon now long forgotten as you melt into his embrace and affection.

Nash laughs and shakes his head as the two of you sit outside on the veranda. You’re leaning against his chest, but look at him, wondering what made him laugh.

“This…” he begins, his fingers tracing circles on your arm. “This isn’t how I imagined our meeting to go.”

You raise an eyebrow, confused. “What do you mean?” Something stirs inside you. Something negative and you think to yourself that maybe he really didn’t mean to go this far with you. You look ahead of yourself instead, focusing on Spot, who’s sleeping by the stair.

“Honestly? I wanted to get to know ya better.”

His answer surprises you, but you don’t look at him. You remain looking at Spot, yet you feel him embrace you from behind. He nuzzles his nose into the back of your neck, letting out a shuddering sigh that makes your chest tight.

“I didn’t want to do this the moment I saw you. You infatuated me at the airport, those drinks only gave me more confidence to bring you to my hotel room.” Nash continues and you remain silent, listening to him as your eyes fill up with tears at his confession. “I’m sorry for what the manager said to you. I didn’t even know about it until Shuzo told me what he saw and heard a bit.”

“It’s okay,” you whisper, afraid that your voice would break if you spoke any louder.

Nash sighs and shakes his head once again. “If I knew it would go this far, I would stay in that hotel room until you got out of the bathroom, so we’d talk about this.”

“What is this, Nash?” Pulling away, you turn and look at him. “What do we even have? I don’t want this to be just a fling.”

He remains silent, his eyes watching you, and just when you’re about to stand up and walk inside, he catches your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours. “Come with me. Be with me.”

“I can’t leave.” You shake your head. “I got this place, I grew to love it so much and the idea to leave it and go somewhere new again … I-I-I can’t…”

“You have me, [Name]…” he whispers your name as he cups your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks. He’s looking straight into your eyes and a shiver runs down your spine knowing he’s serious. “I’ll help you. You can stay at my place as long as you need, even forever. I can help you get a job.”

“I didn’t leave my country to come here and work in a city. A metropolitan city.” Nash grows quiet. “But let’s say I move in with you. I’m sure there are fans that will be against our relationship. Can you promise me they won’t hurt me? I'm no one, while you’re an NBA star and a member of Jabberwock. You’re known all over LA, everyone knowing you and the moment my background comes out? Can you promise me I won’t be followed by paparazzi and the press anywhere I go? I just want to live in peace and calm and this is where I feel most content. Far away from my home and from everything. I have Spot, neighbours that help me, are there for me and don’t get me wrong …” It’s your turn to cup his face as he moves away from you.

The corners of your lips turn upward in a small smile. “I want to get to know you too, but I’m scared. I don’t doubt your help and your sincerity, but for now I want to stay here.”

Nash closes his eyes and sighs. “I really can’t change your mind, can I?” his voice is quiet before he looks at you.

Your smile widens a bit and yelp when he pulls you close, his lips against yours. Your cheeks heat up as you move to sit on his lap, not once breaking from the kiss. You lean your forehead on his as you savour the moment before he speaks;

“Come with me for one week then.”

You laugh, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “You really won’t give up, will you?”

“Now that I have you in my arms?” His embrace tightens around you. “Never.”

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red rose | nash gold jr. x f!reader

word count: 400 additional tags: smut | fingering | fluff | romance | comfort note: honestly I don’t even know how to title this one but here ya go. Happy International Women’s Day! gotta get some that love from our magician too and now imma get some of that pudding I wanted to have whole day already

When you get home, you see a single red rose on your bed. Your eyes widen, but a smile quickly spreads across your lips as you hold it and bring it to your nose. You leave the bedroom, your mood immediately getting better thanks to the small surprise that you unconsciously bring it along into the bathroom. You place it on the sink before you get rid of your clothes and step into the shower.

It’s quiet in the apartment, your humming and water running the only noise.

It’s not long until Nash comes home and he smiles when he hears you humming. You heard the door of the bathroom open and almost immediately relax, knowing who it was.

Warm arms wrap around your middle, pulling you against the chest and you laugh. You feel lips on your shoulder and you lean your head back.

“How was your day?” Nash’s voice is quiet, barely heard over the running water.

“Manageable.” you answer. “We got chocolate at work, but that’s all. Thank you for the rose.” You turn your head enough to kiss him on the cheek.

He hums as one of his hands slides between your thighs, his fingers gently rubbing at the sweet spot that makes your knees weak. Your eyes flutter shut and you part your lips, a shaky breath leaving you as you hold onto his arm. His touch is burning, fire spreading inside you to every corner of your body.

Before you can prepare for it, you’re already coming undone and his touch is gentle, soft like a feather that tickles you. Your legs that turned into jelly, almost buckle if it weren’t for Nash holding you against him. He’s showering you with kisses as you’re slowly coming down from your high, now panting into his chest.

“So good…” he murmurs against your head. “You did so good, princess.”

You whimper at his nickname, your nose nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “Mm-baby…” you call softly, your hands on his sides.

“What is it?” he asks quietly. “Can’t have my princess giving up on her day already, can I?” Before you know it, you’re scooted off the ground and already leaving the bathroom, neither of you bothering to dry up.

You find yourself in the comfort of bed sheets and warm arms, lips against your wet and burning skin as Nash begins to take his sweet time.

#Nash Gold Jr. #knb drabble #knb ficlet #drabble #ficlet #Kuroko no Basket #safrinawrites #smut #knb smut #Nash x reader #Nash Gold Jr

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Updated: 6th August 2021

My queen | Loki

Rating: General Genre: Fluff | Slice of Life Word Count: 1.466 Summary: Imagine you had a bad day at your job, from rude customers to men giving you looks that made you feel uncomfortable in their presence. When you get to the apartment you share with Loki, you break into sobs. Hearing you from another room, Loki approaches you and asks you what is wrong, but don’t say anything, not wanting to trouble him …

All I want | Loki

Rating: General Genre: Angst | Romance Word Count: 2.068 Summary: Imagine one of the reasons Loki acts so distant is because of Hanahaki disease. He loved a woman, who was half Midgardian, half Asgardian, but passed away when she left for Earth and married to a man she fell in love with. He hid his feelings and the disease, so no one knew about it, not even Frigga. His hidden one-sided love for her never subsided and he never seeked out for surgery as coughing up dark rose petals was a reminder of his love for her until one day, when he stood in front of Odin for a trial, he collapsed.

#it completely slipped my mind that i wrote for MCU as well #Loki #Loki Laufeyson #MCU #Marvel Universe #oneshots #safrinawrites #fanfiction #Loki fic #Loki x reader

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Devildom shenanigans

Chapter 2.Kremšnita

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | x | Chapter 3

A collection of messages regarding the desserts of all three realms featuring you, Luke, Beelzebub and Barbatos.

Facts:

There is no English name for "kremšnita", but it's a very popular Slovenian dish that consists of puff pastry, vanilla cream/pudding, whipped cream, puff pastry and powdered sugar on top.

Whenever you feel down or upset, Luke is ready to fight even Diavolo himself if he's the reason. He doesn't calm down easily even if you promise him that you're alright.

Both Barbatos and Luke love to spoil you with their desserts and are thinking of your reactions when they're baking.

#Obey Me Luke #Obey Me Beelzebub #Obey Me Barbatos #Obey Me SMAU #safrinawrites #devildom shenanigans smau #Luke #Beelzebub #Barbatos #smau #Obey Me! Shall we Date

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Worst in me | Simeon x f!reader

Fandom: Obey Me Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3.350 Genre: Slice of Life | Romance | Fluff | Smut Additional tags: Body worshipping | Blowjob | lots of kisses asdfghjkl | Biting | Praise kink | Handjob | Fingering | Dirty talk Summary: Simeon sees you in your underwear by pure accident. His impure thoughts and heart want to lead him on, while his mind is telling him to keep away from you. Notes: asdfghjkl is it obvious that I have a princess kink? If someone ever calls me princess or good girl I’m def just gonna melt right in that spot like yes please keep calling me that. But yes! I’m actually surprised I managed to write and end this right on Simeon’s birthday hahah imma just leave this here ‘cause I’m melting just at the thought of reading this alone asdfghjkl so fluffy, so smutty aaah I’m so proud of how it turned out, so I hope you guys will also like it ♡♡

The door to your room is slightly ajar. There’s no one in the house, except for you. Simeon knows that because the brothers have their own work to do and it seems like you need his help, to be exact, for something.

The moment he’s about to knock on the door, he sees your back through the opening. He blinks, his eyes unconsciously looking you up and down before they widen.

You’re standing by your bed, back towards the door, in nothing but your panties and a bra. Simeon gulps as his eyes rave over your exposed skin, lingering on the curves of your body before his eyes fall on what you’re holding in your hands. It’s a black lace bralette and he wonders how it would look on you. He notices a red one on your bed and takes a step back. His pants become a bit tighter and he gulps. It worsens when you lean down and Simeon wants nothing more but to walk in, bend you over as his hands grasps your hair, pull your head back, and take you from behind.

Simeon wonders if you’re doing this on purpose, but when he hears you hum, he’s certain you’re not. Feeling ashamed of the thoughts and emotions that suddenly overwhelmed him, he turns around and leaves, completely oblivious to a not-so-innocent smile that spreads across your lips.

Simeon is avoiding you. You’re hundred percent sure that he’s avoiding you, because every time you call for him he stills before he disappears. Or comes up with a much too believable excuse that you can’t call him out on it. Thinking of having alone time with him? Not a chance.

Now you wouldn’t have paid much attention to it, but you feel bad for teasing him like that. If only slightly.

You’re pouting when Asmodeus sits beside you, a much well-knowing look on his face. He’s smiling at you ever so sweetly and you’re hardly resisting to roll your eyes. “What is it?” you decide to break the silence and his smile widens.

“I know what you’re up to.” He says and you raise an eyebrow. “But he will never take the lead. Not when he thinks you did it unknowingly.”

Your pout resurfaces and you cross your arms, looking away.

“Let me help you.” Asmodeus says as he leans down on your desk, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“No,” you laugh, shaking your head. “The last thing I need is having a possessed angel on me. You’re gonna take it too far.”

“Aw, you wound me!” he places hand over his chest, his expression crest-fallen at your obvious doubt. “Don’t you trust me?”

“No,” Is what you want to say, but how can you say that to those big bright eyes of his that make you succumb much too easily than you want to.

It seems like Asmodeus knows he won, because in the next moment, he’s standing up before he leans down, his lips just inches from your ear. His voice is nothing but a whisper and his warm breath sends shivers down your spine when he says; “Leave it to me, love. I’ll make it the best time for you.”

He’s walking away, when you call for him; “Asmo,” He’s turning around, a playful smirk on his lips. “If he doesn’t want to, leave it alone.”

Asmodeus seems to think about it, but he nods a moment later. “Of course, dear.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.” He nods and there’s an unsettling feeling that spreads inside you that disappears the moment your eyes meet with Simeon, who walks inside.

Simeon’s eyes widen when he catches you staring and you expect him to bolt. But he doesn’t. Instead his expression softens and before you know it, he’s standing in front of you, smiling. It almost seems like what happened last week didn’t happen at all.

“Done avoiding me?” you can’t help but to ask.

Simeon chuckles. “I wasn’t avoiding you.” He says and you raise an eyebrow. “I’m wondering if you have time this Saturday?”

You tilt your head to the side. “I do. Why?”

“Can you come to the Purgatory Hall?” he’s smiling at you and somehow it’s starting to unnerve you. “There’s something I wish … to ask you.”

You blink in confusion, but nod. “Of course. I-I’ll come.” You’re confused by what he wants and Simeon knows, because in the next moment he’s taking a hold of your hand and kissing the top of your knuckles, his eyes never straying from yours.

You feel your cheeks heat up, obviously embarrassed by the affection he’s showing you, yet it seems like Simeon doesn’t mind one bit. It feels much more intimate than usually and it makes you wonder how his lips would feel anywhere on your body.

It’s Saturday afternoon and you’re meddling with your fingers, standing in front of the Purgatory Hall. There’s not a single soul around and you realize that Solomon and Luke must not be at the dorm. You wonder where they went, but then again it also confuses you because neither of the brothers questioned you leaving. Perhaps Asmodeus told them of the plans or maybe Simeon did. Either it was, it would be almost impossible to get Lucifer’s agreement. Unless they came up with an excuse that satisfies Lucifer’s curiosity.

“Why are you waiting outside?”

You startle at Simeon’s voice that’s coming from beside you and you turn to look at the angel. He’s smiling gently and it sends shivers down your spine. You wonder what he’s up to.

“I was-I was just about to call for you.” You lie and smile in return.

“Of course,” Simeon nods and passes you to reach for the doorknob. He opens the door and steps aside to let you walk in first. You do and you don’t miss the subtle touch of his palm on the low of your back.

It feels tingly and it makes your stomach flutter. Your cheeks and the tip of your ears are suddenly warm and you wonder if he’s going to retract his hand, but he doesn’t. Instead his hand is completely on your lower back as the two of you walk upstairs and towards his room. His touch is lingering and you want more of it.

Once inside, you began to look around, eyes gazing once in a while at Simeon, who seems to completely ignore you by walking towards a table, placing the bag on it. You nibble on your lower lip, too embarrassed at the sudden thoughts and you shake your head to get rid of them.

You hear a chuckle and look at Simeon, who’s looking at you. “Why are you so nervous?” he asks and approaches you. He raises his hand and touches your cheek, his touch gentle and feather-like. You unconsciously close your eyes and lean into it, wanting, needing more.

“This is bad…” Simeon murmurs and you open your eyes to look at him only to close them again for his lips are pressed on yours. The kiss is soft and gentle, it isn’t rushed. His hand disappears into your hair and he tugs on it while his other rests on your hip.

You release a sound that makes you warm from embarrassment, but also needy for more, because Simeon is guiding you backwards. He’s unbuttoning your blouse and discarding it onto the floor before he moves onto your jeans. You follow suit, but you begin to struggle almost immediately by the turtleneck he’s wearing. You groan into the kiss and Simeon chuckles.

“So needy, aren’t we?” He rests his forehead on yours, eyes gazing down at you. They’re full of warmth and something far more sinister that’s very known to you.

“I want you.” You murmur against his lips.

“I’ve noticed.” He teases you and you groan, tugging on his turtleneck, whining in the process.

“Please…” you look back into his eyes, pleading with him and Simeon gasps.

His lips are back on yours and you’re tearing apart his turtleneck instead, his cape long forgotten on the floor, his pants soon following. He pulls away, holding you by your upper arms, his eyes shut. He’s panting, as are you, and you look at him confused, because why did he stop? Just when it was getting so good.

“Simeon?” You call quietly.

His eyes meet yours and you realize he’s holding back instead.

“Don’t,” you cup your cheeks, a smile on your lips. “I want this. I’ve wanted this for a while now.”

His eyes widen before his expression softens. His gaze trails down and he groans when he sees you wearing a navy blue lace bralette and matching panties. His grip on your arms tightens.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers instead and leans down. His lips ghost on your shoulder, his warm breath tickling you.

Your fingers go through his hair, unconsciously tugging on it when he begins to leave open kisses in its wake. His hands slide down your arms, falling on your hips as he starts to guide you towards his bed once again. Your eyes are shut only to open them when you fall on your back.

Your chest is heaving and it takes everything in Simeon to keep sane and take you as you should be taken. He wants to ravage you, but he also wants to tease you to your wits, because that is what you’ve been doing lately. You’ve been teasing him from small, feather-like touches to the actions that made him want to take you in that same moment.

But he decides against it.

You’re moving further onto the bed and Simeon follows you, hovering over you. His eyes gaze down at your curves, biting his lower lip between his teeth as his hands twitch. He wants to tear down that bralette and panties and is hardly resisting it.

“Beautiful…” he murmurs, his fingers on your collarbone. They trail down between the valley of your breasts and you shiver, unconsciously closing your eyes.

“Am not…” you hear yourself speak unknowingly as you turn your head.

Simeon’s eyes widen surprised by your words. “You are.” He’s confident in what he’s saying and your heart flutters at his words. “Every time I see you, I cannot help but marvel at your beauty. Your hands,” He holds your hands, fingers intertwining; “they fit mine perfectly.” He smiles and your cheeks heat up as you watch him. “Your body,” he continues, his other, free hand tracing down your sides. He spots a couple of stretch marks and he traces them down; “so unique, so beautiful…”

You feel eyes tearing up, unable to say anything.

Leaning down, Simeon begins to pepper you with kisses on stretch marks. He takes his time before he trails just beneath the lacy bralette, nibbling on your soft skin. Your back arches into his touch, fingers cascading into his dark hair. A moan slips through your lips as he releases your hand and trails it down to your thigh and grips it.

“Simeon …” you breathe out when he trails back down to your belly button. “P-please…” you chuckle at the tickling sensation.

You can feel him smile, but he doesn’t stop. He continues his way until he reaches the waistband of your panties that makes you still. He notices and looks at you only to see you hiding behind hands.

“Don’t hide.” he murmurs and bites down on your skin. You yelp, shooting him a half glare that makes him chuckle. “Don’t hide from me, princess.”

“B-but—” You try to reason, but before you can form a full sentence, you gasp when you feel his finger over your clothed slit.

“Will you be good for me and not hide?”

“Y-yes…” you nod.

A smile spreads across his lips as he leans down and kisses you the moment he pushes your panties to the side and slides a finger inside. You gasp into the kiss at his cold touch and he takes the chance to deepen it, his tongue protruding into your mouth.

Before you know and realize it, you’re panting into the kiss, holding onto his shoulders as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

“So beautiful,” he whispers as he watches your expression in amazement. You can’t help but feel embarrassed, wanting to hide, but you know he doesn’t like it when you do. Instead, you continue looking at him even as you come undone around his fingers. He’s kissing you all over your face—your cheeks, nose, forehead and the corner of your lips and it makes you feel all more warm and needy for more.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, “you’re doing so well. Such a good girl.”

Your eyes burn from unshed tears as you come down from your high. You feel so unsure with his praises, so weak against them.

“Can you go one more time?” His voice is silent and you nod, although weakly. Simeon smiles at you as he leans down to kiss you on your lips. You don’t hesitate to return it.

You feel him shuffle above you, moving before he pulls away. He tugs down at your panties and you realize his underwear is already gone. The tip of his cock is already leaking as it stands against his stomach. You bite your lower lip, seeing the veins on his shaft, wondering how he would fit you. While he was more on an average side, he was still slightly bigger.

“How-how do you want to?” You can’t help the stutter as you look Simeon back into his eyes.

“I want to see you.” He reaches his hand out to touch your cheek while with the other he pumps his cock. He groans at the sight when he parts your lips with his thumb, pressing it down on your tongue. “I wonder how you’d look with my cock in your mouth.” He wonders aloud and you feel ashamed at how turned on you feel.

“But that’s for the next time.” He says a second later. He holds you for your thighs and pulls you closer to him. It all seems so easy to him and you wonder just how strong he truly is, yet before you can think it any further, he’s positioning himself, the tip of his cock sliding up and down your slit.

“S-shit,” you curse and want to move, but his hold on you is strong. “P-please, Simeon, I can’t take it any longer…” you plead and with one swift move, he slides inside.

You part your lips, silent and quick gasps leaving you as you try to adjust to him while Simeon rests his forehead on yours.

“It’s okay,” he whispers and kisses you on cheek when a tear streams down your cheek. “You’re doing so well.” He’s praising you and he groans when he feels your walls clench around him. “Such a greedy princess, aren’t you?” he chuckles as he moves back out before pushing in again.

You don’t try to hide the moans that spill from your lips. You wrap your arms around him, nails digging into his back as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. Simeon curses as his pace becomes faster, rougher. He’s holding you against him, then onto the bed as he rocks into you, pleasure overtaking him completely. He’s losing himself into it as much as you are that neither of you care at the marks you are leaving on each other.

“You feel so good.” Simeon pants; “So-so good. So tight, just mine, mine alone, aren’t you? Tell me, princess, tell me—tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours!” You moan. “I-I’m yours…” you bite down onto his shoulder, feeling as you reach the peak. “F-fuck, S-Simeon, please-more-gimme more, more, mo-ah!”

You arch your back when one of his hands slides between your bodies, his thumb circling on your clit. No soon you come undone and with your walls clenching on Simeon’s cock he follows not too long after. You’re both panting, your breaths mixing before he’s kissing you like his life is depending on it.

“That,” you start when Simeon pulls out and lays beside you; “was amazing.”

Simeon chuckles. He stands from bed and you raise an eyebrow in wonder at what he’s up to. “I’m going to get a warm cloth to wash you.”

Your cheeks are burning and you turn on your side as Simeon laughs at your reaction, trying hard not to wince at the pain in your lower parts. You watch him leave the room and notice the dark marks that only make your cheek hotter at the revelation that you were the one to give them to him.

When Simeon returns, holding a cloth in his hand, he’s still naked and you wonder if he feels embarrassed by it. You don’t have the courage to ask him and before you even could, he’s already cleaning you. His touch is gentle and slow and you moan at the sensation. He brushes hair from your forehead and kisses you on the crown of your head.

“Simeon…” you moan his name and through half-lidded eyes look at him.

“Don’t look at me like that…” he grumbles. “I won’t be able to hold back anymore.”

You glance down at his cock that twitches and reach for it. He gasps at your touch and closes his eyes, stopping his movement. If you didn’t see him gripping the cloth tighter, you would cease the movement, but it only made you bolder. You’re shifting on the bed, so you’re kneeling in front of him.

Simeon’s blue eyes are watching each and every movement of yours. The cloth he was holding fell on the bed, his fingers going through your hair and gripping it tight in his hold. “Princess…” he groans, his teeth clenching together.

You smile and before he can say another word, you take the tip of his cock into your mouth. His eyes flutter shut, a content sigh escaping your lips. You moan around his cock as you take him deeper. Your hands grip on his waist as you still your movement, but it’s Simeon that holds onto your hair and makes you move. You look up at him only to see him already staring down at you.

Simeon gulps as he watches you bob your head and what you could get into your mouth to fondle with your hand instead. “Fuck…” he curses and leans his head back. “Keep doing that.” he murmurs when you pull back to twirl your tongue around his tip before you take him back in.

You pull one hand away and dip it between your thighs, circling at your clit. You moan as you’re taking yourself closer to the peak. Pulling away from his cock, you began to kiss his shaft and lick it beneath as you fondle his balls. It seemed to catch him off guard as he grunts and releases his cum into your hair and on your face.

You blink with your eyes, and look at Simeon, who seems embarrassed. With a chuckle, you pull away and straighten so you’re at similar height to his.

“I think I’m gonna need a shower.” You say as you wipe his come with your hand and then lick it off.

His eyes never trail from your movement and he groans. “You’re really bad, you know?” he wraps one arm around your back while with the other he sweeps you off the bed, holding you in his arms.

You wrap your arms around his neck, smiling. “I’ve heard that a couple of times already.”

Simeon shakes his head, a smile giving him away. “You need a bath and not a shower.”

“Oh, are you joining me?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Someone needs to clean you.”

“Yes indeed,” You agree, a frown on your face; “after all, I don’t think I have enough strength at the moment.”

Simeon laughs at your reason. “Do not blame me if you cannot walk tomorrow.”

“Oh,” your cheeks heat up. “Is that a threat?”

He looks into your eyes, the corners of his lips turning into a smirk. “A promise.”

#guys i'm MELTING #i love this one so much omg #i actualy love how it turned out #Simeon #Obey Me! shall we date #safrinawrites #oneshot #Obey Me Simeon #Obey Me! swd #smut #Obey Me oneshot #fanfic #obey me fanfic #aesthetic