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Task force 141 found out about your soft spots | Part 2

Summary: Ever since they saw the softer part of you, the task force 141 has been trying to see more of them. a/n: This is a follow-up from the previous part! It can be read separately but part 1 gives more context :) Also! The dividers were made by @gomzdraws (which is also me lol) apologies if I took too long! I'll have to admit I got a bit carried away with part :>

Tags: incorrect military terms, fluff, can be read as platonic or romantic, horrible attempt at Scottish accent(I gave up near the end xD), mention of dog bites, x gn!reader

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Captain John Price

The two of you returned to base after just recently completing the mission; the target was secured and handled, and you rested in the general area as you looked through your phone again, updating your to-do list as you had stumbled upon the photo of the cute latter art previously. You stop and lean on the counter as you smile. It's so freaking cute, you think to yourself before a nudge takes your attention.

"Come", was all the captain said before you quickly followed along without questions. You’re always eager to follow any instructions he gives; maybe he needed to discuss the upcoming mission. But it’s obvious it's not going to be that as you sit in his car. Where are we going?

You ask curiously as you fasten the seat belt. The Captain only gives you a smile as he presses the gas pedal. "Just getting something to eat", he replies as you nod and relax into the chair. Well, it's nearing evening, and you are, in fact, quite hungry, so a small bite before dinner doesn’t sound too bad. It wasn’t long before you finally reached your destination. It’s a quiet town that has a few stalls and shops, and you walk alongside the captain until you stop before a small cafe, tucked nicely at the end of the street.

You look through the window as you watch the few people and barista chilling inside. It looks warm and cosy; there were soft fairy lights lining the pale yellowish wall with brown pillars supporting the structure. The captain gently places his hand around your back as he guides you to enter the cafe. You follow along as you take in the fresh smell of coffee and pastries and the sight of the small place. Price let you wander around for a while before taking a seat near the stairs, and a waiter quickly came as he greeted him.

"Ah John! It's been a while; I see you brought company." The older man then hands you both the menu as he chuckles and bumps the captain’s shoulder. Price nods back as he glances back at you and says, "Pick anything you want, it’s on me", You give him a surprised look before you nod and take a look. You smile as you look through the list on the menu; it has a lot of cute drinks and desserts, so he saw. You thought to yourself as you ordered a latte; it's apparently their best-selling drink with the 3D cat milk foam on top of the drink. The waiter nods as he looks at Price, to whom he orders tea and some apple strudels. The waiter takes down the order on his notepad before promptly returning to the counter and preparing the orders.

How did you find this place? You ask the captain as you take in the surroundings again; it's a hidden gem, that’s for sure, and the prices on the menu were not bad as well.

"I knew this place because Oliver, the man who took our order just now, used to go to the same college", you hum as a reply and nod.

It's a nice place, and I can’t wait to try the drink, you reply back with a smile as your eyes twinkle with excitement. The captain chuckles as he nods.

"Well, I didn’t take you as someone who likes these kinds of things, but it's a pleasant surprise, don’t worry. So I figured I'd bring you here."

He raised an eyebrow out of amusement as he watched you blush slightly. You huffed out a puff of air before you replied sheepishly,

Ah well, I guess cute things are my weakness after all; who would’ve guessed?

"Just don't let the enemy know, and you’ll be fine", the captain jokes back as your drink arrives, and you immediately close your mouth as you watch the foam wiggle around when it was placed gently on the table.

Oh my god, you whisper to yourself as you gasp and take in the sight, quickly taking your phone out and taking a picture. You glance back at Price with sparkling eyes as you tilt your head, giving him a "are you seeing this?" look as he chuckles and nods. He can feel the joy radiating from your face as you go ahead and stare at the drink, and the way you carefully turn the cup around to see the whole thing? Precious.

He watches you take a sip. You close your eyes and give a nod as you savour the taste. Not only was the drink cute, but the flavour was perfect as well. You can smell the coffee's aroma and see how smooth the drink is. You didn’t realise when you had a bit of foam below your nose as you smiled back at the captain. Price couldn't help but laugh slightly as he took a tissue and wiped off the foam from your face. "Guessing you like it then?", you nod as you place down the cup and cover your mouth slightly to hide the pink blush that’s creeping up to your cheek.

Yeah, it's not too bitter, and it tastes pretty rich. I like it. You reply as you watch him hum and take his strudel and tea.

"Good, we can come here again next time". He says this as he gives you a warm grin and a wink.

John Soap MacTavish

It was another week of training with the two military dogs, specifically Max and Judy, two German Shepherds who have been quite fond of you as they follow the training. Over the course of the regimen, you are supposed to reinforce essential handling techniques and carry out a few conditioning exercises like generalised commands. You may not be a military dog handler, but the training has definitely improved your skills to be one. Soap has joined you on a few training sessions and watches on the side as you smoothly handle the dogs, carrying out the essential steps and watching as the dogs follow you obediently. He finds it inspiring to see you train with the professional dog handler, Sergeant Sam, who has been offering a lot of help and tips.

Today, Sergeant Sam guides you through controlled aggression training for Max, something the dog has had some trouble with for the past few days. Max has shown a good level of precision when commanded to attack a target, but its restraint technique still needs more practice, as Max tends to move before you give your words. You coo and guide Max as you carry out the demonstration, pointing at the volunteer as Max growls. You hold onto the leash firmly when Max tries to run towards the target, and you speak with a steady, calm voice as you patiently coo at the dog.

Alright Max, steady. Not yet. Stay.

Your voice hushed Max as it reduced his growl and made him stand on the ground, no longer pulling on the leash, and wait for your next command.

Okay, good boy Max, you don't forget to praise it immediately. This is one of the many bits of advice given by Sergeant Sam, it is said to give the dog motivation and let it know it’s doing the right thing if you praise its action immediately.

You finally gave the signal after a while, and Max immediately went to jump and bite on the protective coat the volunteer was wearing, growling and displaying its aggression as you guided the dog. Sergeant Sam and you continue to practise a few more times with Max to properly train him to improve his restraining skills.

After a few hours, you were finally given a break as you sat on the floor, sweating as you gently rubbed Max’s head.

There you are, good boy Max~ So proud of you!

You whisper to Max as you feel something poke your back. You glance back and smile as you watch Judy (the other military dog) wagging its tail and giving your cheek a lick.

Ah! Judy, did you miss me? Hey now, who’s a good boy~?

You immediately shower Judy with attention and pat its head as you glance up to watch Soap approaching you. You wave to him as he stands at a distance. You watch his nervousness show as he rubs his neck and taps his foot repeatedly on the ground. You then stand up and order Max and Judy to sit and remain still on the floor as you walk to Soap.

Sergeant Soap, good to see you. You greeted him with a smile as he relaxed slightly and smiled back at you.

"Aye, I saw da training todae; it seems yer gettin better at this!", he said as he nervously glanced back at Max and Judy before staring back at you again. You nodded appreciatively as you chuckled and spoke.

Yeah, Max and Judy have been behaving well, and the training with them is running smoothly. They remind me of my own dog back home, you say fondly as you watch him glance back at you with a surprised grin.

"Wut? You owned a German Shepherd? That’s perfect, then, actually", You watch as he shuffles around his pocket as he holds out a bag of snacks; it’s Milk-Bone dog biscuits! You smile widely as he hands you the snack.

"Well, I wanted to give it to ya as a wae to say thanks since yer took the job for me; you seem close to dogs anyhow; I hope I bought the right thing". Soap says as he laughs and pats your shoulder, "What’s the name?", He asks before you take out your phone and proudly show him photos of your own German Shepherd. It's big, and it has a golden sable pattern that shines ever so slightly under the sun.

Named it Meatball because he always managed to steal some from the kitchen. He is my little ball of sunshine, you explain with a soft giggle as you show him more pictures, swiping the gallery before stopping on one where you were carrying Meatball with a struggling look, face scrunched up with a frown with a grin, you chuckle as you look back at Soap,

He’s almost 5 years old now and still jumps and expects me to carry him around like a baby, even when he's 60 pounds!

Soap laughs along as he stares at the photo. You looked so happy and content, and he likes how cheerful and giddy you are when you start talking about your dog. He’s still scared of dogs, but he felt like with you, he might be able to overcome that fear a little as he listens to your stories.

I'm sorry for babbling so much, by the way. You stop halfway when you realise you’ve been talking for the past 10 minutes about your own dog, but Soap quickly shakes his head as he rests his hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring look as he speaks,

"No, no, go on. I love hearing yer talk about Meatball. He’s really cute!", Soap says as he gives you a nudge. "might even visit the fella with how sweet he sounds". Your eyes beamed when he suggested that,

Really? I mean, I don't want to force you to meet him if you’re still uncomfortable and all

Soap nods again as he gives a chuckle.

"Well, I think I'm still a bit nervous, but it's something I want to try again, ya know?", You nod in understanding before you think for a moment and give a reply as you glance back at the military dogs.

How about you start by warming up to Judy? Max is a bit bigger and more intimidating, but Judy is smaller, and he’s more obedient. Do you want to try it? Soap sucks in a breath as he contemplates for a few minutes before finally sighing as he nods slowly. You smile as you rest your hand on his thigh to soothe his nerves.

It's okay; you’re with me. It will be alright. You say gently as you call for Judy to come around. Soap watches as Judy slowly makes its way towards you and Soap, his legs shuffling a bit as his muscles tense up when Judy comes and sits in front of you.

Be good. Soap is going to touch you, okay? You coo at Judy as the dog gives a nod and rests its head on your knee. You glance back at Soap as you hold his hand and speak.

You’re going to be okay; Judy won't bite, I promise. Soap nods with a gulp as he lets you take his hand and guide it to Judy’s head. You watch as he retracts his hand a bit when Judy tilts its head to stare at Soap.

"y-y/n…" Soap says nervously before you pause and rub his hand in small circles,

It's alright; take it slow and don't worry. You speak patiently as you watch Soap nod and take a few deep breaths to calm himself down. You don’t move and continue holding his hand in the air, and wait to let him take the initiative to move, and not long after that, he starts running his finger along the head of Judy’s fur cautiously. Judy remains still as it closes its eyes and wags its tail slightly. You give a small chuckle as you whisper back to Soap,

You’re alright; look, Judy likes you. You say as Soap relaxes more as he watches in awe, smiling slightly when he watches the dog press its furry chin onto your knees and melt into his touches. It’s certainly a much different response to what he imagined, and the memories of dogs biting into his legs and arms still haunt him sometimes. He can feel those sharp teeth sinking into his skin and drawing blood in those nightmares, but now? This dog he's touching is peacefully laying on your knee, not moving an inch as he strokes his fur softly with his palm, it's unnerving to him still, like he still expects the dog to bite him if he lets down his guard. But slowly, he gets more comfortable when he sees no signs of that happening, he also knows that if you're here with him, he'll be alright.

Soap glanced back at you as he held his gaze. "Thank you...", he said with a tone full of appreciation as you smiled back at him and nodded.

No worries, I'm happy you’re able to come this far, you say back with a soft tone as the both of you just continue like this, chatting idly back and forth as Soap slowly strokes Judy’s fur. By the end of the conversation, Judy was resting its head on Soap’s tight, and Soap was no longer trembling as he rests his hand on its head.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Ever since Gaz dropped off the bear in your room, you’ve been trying to reach out to him. But many times that has not happened because of the busy schedules, and it also doesn’t help that you’re not often teamed up with him.

However, when you do see him, you make sure to give him a nod and an appreciative stare as he returns the same. You’ll admit you were not as close to Gaz when compared to Ghost, but ever since the IKEA trip, both of you have been trying to change that, even if it’s just a bit. Sometimes he brews you a cup of tea in the morning; other times you’ll secretly take on his paperwork when you notice those tired eye bags in the morning.

But you wanted to return the favour with more than just these small gestures. You’ve thought about a lot of options; the first thing was perhaps to buy him a game of sorts. You heard from Soap before that Gaz is a gamer himself and owns a Switch. The problem is that you’re not aware of what kind of games he’s into, and asking those questions will raise suspicions. You have a rough idea that he might like action role-playing and multiplayer games like Elden Ring and World of Warcraft; sometimes you know Soap and Gaz will play Mario Kart because of how loud their laughter can be in their room. But you don’t like guessing and would rather get him something you’re absolutely sure he will like. The other thing you wanted to get him was perhaps a hat or a scarf, seeing as he likes wearing those. But you learned that he is very attached to his scarf, so buying him a new one didn’t seem right to you. As for the hat, you actually found a blue beanie that might look good on him, but you decided to save it for his birthday. After many sleepless nights of trying to figure out what on earth to give him, the opportunity finally presented itself one day. You just finished a mission with the team, and as the crew made their way back to base, you noticed how Gaz’s gloves were damaged; the thumb side was burned off, most likely due to the explosion previously. Gaz took notice of your gaze and gave you a smile.

"It's alright; the rest of it is still fine I can live with it."

You give a nod as he turns around and speaks to Soap again, back to their usual banter as Gaz elbows Soap for not warning him when the bomb goes off. You secretly thank Soap for his recklessness because now you know exactly what to get him.

You tip-toed around the base during the late hours, being quiet and stepping cautiously on the floorboard to avoid generating any noise. You rest your hand along the wall as you walk before finally reaching the door. You glance around once and finally bend down to put down the little green box with a cute yellow ribbon. You smile softly to yourself as you stand up, only to yelp slightly when Gaz taps on your shoulder from the back.

"Hey, erm, what are you sneaking around for?-", he stops as you quickly glance back as you nervously stand before the gift, shuffling it behind your feet as you shake your head. Gaz watches your demeanour before he smiles as he looks down, noticing a small gift box. "I didn’t know it was my birthday today", he jokes with that charming smile of his, chuckling softly as he tilts his hand and leans closer.

"You don’t have to be so shy around me. Come on", He bends down to pick up the box as he opens the door. You were about to leave before he stops as he looks at you, motioning to enter his room. You gulp as you nod and follow along, deciding to sit on his bed beside him. You have never entered any member’s room at this point, and you’re surprised at how cosy his room is. A few blankets here and there; he even has a few plushies himself! You get distracted by his place without realising he has already pulled off the ribbon and taken out the gift. You turn around and face him when he lets out a gasp.

"YOU DID NOT-"

Gaz said excitedly as he held a pair of Moto gloves, navy in colour with a dash of blue camouflage, lined with hard leather that protects the knuckles. You watch as his eyes shine and he smiles so big that you can see his prominent canine teeth protruding, silently satisfied with yourself when he thanks you for the gift.

I've been wanting to return the favour since you got me the bear.

You say softly as he nods and tests out the glove. It’s a perfect fit as he feels the texture and size.

"This is amazing! I love it. Thank you so much", He thanks you again as he gives your head a pat. Both of you decided to stay for a while and chat idly after that.

Simon Ghost Riley

You were awake the entire night, blinking and shuffling around your bed as you sighed deeply.

Another sleepless night

You thought to yourself as you pressed a pillow to your own face. You usually have trouble sleeping sometimes—more than you would like to admit. Whether it's because of the stress that lingers after missions or because of nightmares, They plague your nights without mercy.

You groan and sit up as you stare at the clock.

It's about 5 a.m. already, and I still can’t sleep.

You grumble to yourself as you stand and stretch, pissed that you can’t even enjoy a day off without getting a good night's sleep. You decided to run some laps around the field to tyre yourself out and nap afterwards.

And you did just that, running around the field for the past half an hour already, yet somehow you can feel that you’re more awake than usual. You know you’re physically tired, but your mental state refuses to calm down and screams at you. You sat on the ground hopelessly before lying on it, staring up at the sky as you let out a long, defeated sigh as you let out a few more grumble.

"Good morning, y/n" comes a voice as you glance to your left, recognising it as you divert your gaze from his shoe to his mask.

Good morning, Lieutenant Ghost, You reply back as you sit up and frown, slightly embarrassed that he saw you like this.

"Grabbing coffee for them, coming along?" He asks as he shakes the car key in his left hand, his other resting in the pocket of his black hoodie. You nod as you stand up by yourself and brush away the dust as both of you head to the jeep.

You’ve done this routine before with Ghost, sometimes doing it yourself. The group likes to take turns buying coffee and breakfast every weekend near the base; even the barista and workers have already recognised you guys at this point.

"Ah, it's you, 3 black coffees and 2 Earl Greys as per usual, yes?" Ghost nods to the shorter barista as she promptly prepares the drinks. You stood beside Ghost as you glanced around when you waited for the order before catching your sight on the fridge that displayed pastries and other small bites.

swiss roll!!

You take notice of the delicacy as you step closer to the glass. They rarely have cakes, at least whenever you come to visit anyway; mostly they display croissants or sandwiches, and you have to admit that the swiss roll they sell looks pretty good and tempting.

Matcha, strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate

You take a close look at all the options as you stare excitedly. Ghost watches as he stands closer and bumps your shoulder.

"Chocolate is good."

He whispers into your ears as you blush slightly at the sudden closeness and glance back at him. You nod as you stare back at that specific swiss roll. It even has what you assume is chocolate whipped cream with a small cherry on top. You whisper back softly as you grab his sleeve timidly.

Can I try the cake with you?

You know you can finish this cake yourself, but you wanted to share it with him since he suggested it in the first place.

Ghost blinks before nodding as he pats your hand, ordering the chocolate swiss roll as you smile and happily take a seat in the corner of the cafe. You watch as he brings the plate and sets it on the table. He hands you a fork as he watches you poke through the cake and take a bite.

!!!

Your eyes beam as your face lights up when you have a taste; the soft, spongy chocolate cake is perfect, and paired with the chocolate whipped cream? It tasted like heaven. Ghost chuckles as he watches you take another bite.

"Told ya"

You nod as you glance back at him with a giddy smile. You were right. You say as you take a much bigger part of the cake and hand the fork to him, and he nods as he pulls his balaclava to eat the cake, making sure he watches you from the corner of his eyes as he eats it. He likes seeing you take in the sight of him shamelessly, even if it's just his jaw and lips. He liked how you always stare and trail along the faint scar he has around the chin; it's as if you’re mapping him out and memorising his features. He gives a hum of approval as he finishes the bite and hands you back the fork, urging you to take more as you shake your head.

"It's okay, kid, I’ve tried this cake before already. Eat."

He says this as you frown slightly and nod along, then enjoy the cake again as your brows slowly relax. He smiles as he continues to watch you eat; he knows that you’re always eager and tend to be more compassionate than the other members, even if you don't show it. Gestures like how you always save a seat for him in the planes beside Soap, or how you silently wipe and clean Soap’s guns after missions, or how you always helped Gaz with reports, and you always brew a cup of coffee for Captain when he needs it, your actions doesn't go unnoticed by him.

Do you have a sweet tooth?

The question caught him off guard as he watch your eye. He took a few moments to ground himself before nodding. He watched the glint of amusement in your eyes as you smiled and leaned in to ask another question.

Then what’s your favourite dessert?

He smiles at your question as he leans in and rests his arm on the table as he stares back at you.

"Chocolate, if that wasn’t obvious enough already."

You chuckle as you shake your head and slightly poke his muscular arm.

Yeah, I have an idea, obviously, but you know, like, what kind? Like chocolate bars? Cocoa drinks? Chocolate brownies? You know what I mean, you list out the example as you bite on the fork.

He chuckles as he goes on and answers back, then you shoot another question and the process repeats. They may be small and mundane questions, but moments like this make him feel human again, to remind him that he is not just a war machine in this world, that he too has cravings and such, plus it also feels like you get to know him better, and perhaps this friendship can flourish more.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= a/n: am I biased towards Gaz? yes, yes I am(and yeah the gloves are from CSGO lol), like and reposts are appreciated! Have a good day/night! <3

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One Moment Was All It Took Part 2

Here’s the part 2 of Soulmate Gojo based off of @envy-of-the-apple HC !!! Prob gonna have like 6 parts ngl lolol Hope everyone enjoys, might be able to get part 3 out by Mon if my schedule remains open. Warning this chapter has non con touching, drugging, kidnapping, fighting w/ mentions of blood!! If this disturbs you please don’t read Next part with prob be spicy Masterlist

A couple weeks have passed since that cafe incident, and it completely slipped your mind—something you laughed about with your fiance when you got home that day. He wasn't very amused, but you brushed it off as just a strange encounter. Your mind was preoccupied with the upcoming wedding in the coming months. The colorful sticky notes with wedding tasks covered the calendar on your fridge, each one a reminder of the preparations ahead, and a sense of giddiness filled you whenever you glanced at the detailed schedule.

You sit perched on a stool in your cozy kitchen, meticulously reviewing wedding preparations on your laptop. Your eyes stung slightly as you read the screen, a frown evident on your face, longing for your fiance's presence to assist you. He had to attend a sudden business trip that took him out of the country.

It was good news, meaning his boss began to trust him with more responsibilities, but it also meant you were left to handle the wedding planning on your own for the time being. You were pleased to see him advancing in his career, yet you also felt somewhat overwhelmed by the additional responsibilities you had to manage.

After stretching, you stand up to take a break when the doorbell rings. Confusion overwhelms you as you approach the door, peering through the peephole to find nobody there. You open the door, keeping the chain attached as you look around. No one was there. While closing the door, you notice a vase filled with beautiful flowers on your welcome mat. A smile blooms on your face at the sight of the flowers, and you bring them into your apartment.

The flowers looked expensive in a beautiful crystal vase with a note attached to the neck of it, trimmed with gold. It reads, "Thinking of you always, even from afar. S." Your heart swells with warmth as you assume it was your fiance's thoughtful gesture. Pulling out your phone, you decide to call them and thank them for the surprise. The line rings for a few seconds before he answers, his voice happy and excited to hear from you. Noise in the background, likely from his busy office.

"Well, aren't you the romantic?" You say this, admiring the flowers sitting in front of you. A bright smile on your face as you hold your phone to your ear.

"What did I do this time?" He asked with a laugh, not understanding what you meant. You chuckle at his confusion, feeling even more grateful for his thoughtfulness.

"The flowers you sent, silly," you reply, feeling the softness of the petals on your fingertips. "Thank you, baby."

The line is silent—so silent that you think the phone dropped. Just as you were about to hang up and call back, he spoke.

"Honey… I didn't send you anything." Your smile fades at his words, your heart sinking as you wonder who could have possibly sent such a thoughtful gift.

"I'm… I'm sure the delivery person just got the wrong apartment." You shrug, looking around it to see if there was anything else written on the card—the only piece of paper on it.

Turning it over, your heart drops, and you see your name written in the golden ink with a heart next to it. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the implications, but you choose to keep it to yourself. Not wanting to ruin his mood and throw him off during such an important meeting.

"I'll just ask the front desk if anyone asks about them; I'd hate for whoever sent them to be mad that it went to the wrong person." You laugh as you crumble the card up in your hand.

"Now I feel bad I didn't get that idea." Your fiance' laughs, your nerves easing a little at the sound. "Promise I'll do something way better, sweet cheeks."

The corny nickname makes you laugh and roll your eyes. Since your high school days, he had always been cheesy and overly romantic, qualities you cherished. In the years that you supported one another, you both experienced a great deal. Despite the difficulties, you both emerged stronger after transitioning from broke college students to starting careers together in Japan. At times, he couldn't express his love in the most conventional ways, but his efforts were always genuine and appreciated.

"I got to go, babe. Another meeting is about to start." He sighed, his coworkers shouting his name over the phone. "I love you; I'll be home in a few weeks."

"I love you too." You smile happily, hearing him give you kisses through the receiver before hanging up.

You're left to your own thoughts, the vase sitting pretty in front of you. Mind trying to figure out who must have sent them. Being the taken woman you were, you couldn't figure out who must have sent them, if not your fiance'. The mystery sender lingered in your mind for a bit. But you brush it off, moving on with your day, thinking maybe a family member or friend sent them. Going on with the rest of your day, a day filled with phone calls and scheduling, you forget about the bouquet sitting on your counter.

The flowers should have been the first clue, a warning sign of what was to come. Over time, you begin to feel uneasy, feeling constantly watched. Small things in your apartment were moved or went missing—things you know you didn't touch before leaving. Additional gifts mysteriously appeared on your doorstep, each accompanied by intricately detailed notes, intensifying in their personal nature.

Fury consumed you as you unwrapped another package, revealing a set of lacy lingerie in your size and favorite color. A note with it, written in the familiar handwriting, simply said, "For our special night." The realization hits you like a ton of bricks: someone has been in your home, watching your every move. Fear grips you as you realize the extent of the intrusion into your personal space. You burned that gift without a second thought; any other gift was sent to the trash.

Your nights were restless, alone in your apartment—or at least, you hoped you were alone. The feeling of being watched grew stronger, causing you to constantly look over your shoulder. You couldn't shake the feeling that someone was always nearby, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal themselves. The once innocent gifts and flowers now felt like a sinister presence in your life, leaving you on edge and paranoid. You had even gone to the police, informing them what was happening, but they said they couldn't do anything without concrete evidence of a threat. This only added to your growing sense of dread.

Walking home from lunch with your friends, you decided to detour to a park, needing a moment of solitude. Sitting on a bench, cherry blossoms fall around you, their delicate petals drifting to the ground like whispers of reassurance, offering a sense of peace and tranquility in the midst of your fear.

As you take deep breaths and enjoy the gentle wind tousling your hair, you fail to notice someone sitting beside you as you drift off in thought. A tap on your shoulder brings you back to reality with a jump. Looking at where it came from, your eyes widen in shock at the white haired man sitting next to you. It took a second before your mind recognized him; he was the man from the cafe. There was a smile on his face, perfect as you remembered, one that brought you an icy feeling down your spine. He tilted his head, holding a single flower to you, a ribbon tied to its stem.

"Fancy seeing you here." He grinned.

Feeling unsure of how to react, you stared at the man with bewilderment, your heart beating fast. You weren't stupid enough to trust him, frowning at his close proximity. His presence put you on edge, as memories of what he said weeks ago ran through your mind. Knowing he was the one behind the unsettling messages you have been receiving the last week. Pouting, he let the flower droop a little in his hand once he realized you wouldn't take it from him.

"Don't be like that." He sighed dramatically, dropping the flower to his side, eyeing your form.

His smile was charming, reminiscent of when you first met. His eyes twinkled mischievously over his sunglasses. Under different circumstances, you might have admitted that he was quite attractive. Now he only sent chills down your spine, especially with how comfortably he said your name, as if he had known you for years.

As your shoulders tense, you try to move away from him, but just like before, he grabs your wrist. Pulling you to sit back down with him. His grip was ironclad, unmoving as you writhed in a futile attempt to break free. Every detail of his eyes was sharp and intense, as if they were staring deep into your soul.

"You know I'm surprised; you were super easy to keep an eye on." His words dripped with chilling confidence, sending a jolt of fear through you and causing your heart to race even faster. "You should really pay more attention to your surroundings. You never know what monsters lurk out there, ready to eat up a cutie like you."

"What… what do you want?" You asked, your voice small, and your throat felt tight in fear. The grip on your wrist tightened as he leaned in closer.

"That doesn't matter right now," he said casually, his tone sending shivers down your spine. "Let's get to know each other a little."

He wraps his arm back around you, letting go of your wrist to bring your body closer to his. To anyone walking by, it would just look like a couple enjoying the spring weather together. Your body was rigid as he rubbed your shoulder a bit roughly, his cold fingers feeling your soft skin.

You wish you hadn't worn that dress today; its low neckline and thin straps gave him easy access to your skin. Goosebumps littered your arms as you tried to subtly move away from his touch. His grip tightened slightly, indicating his control over your movement. A sinking feeling in your stomach settled, and you knew you needed to get away.

"I don't want anything to do with you." You told him, wishing there wasn't a waver in your voice, wishing you stood stronger against him.

His entire energy and demeanor were intense, but there was a slight furrow in his brow at your words. It was gone as soon as you noticed it, and the same cocky grin was on his face the next second.

"Princess, I don't think you have a choice." His words sent a chill down your spine, filling you with fear at the core of your being.

Silently, he retrieved his phone and began scrolling through a series of photos. The photos displayed your family, friends, and your fiancé. Your loved ones are living their lives, oblivious to the danger they are in because of you. He even has pictures of you from the last week, going from you at work to you in your apartment in your private moments. Finally, he stops the slideshow, sliding the phone back into his pocket.

"Get where this is going?" He chuckles, edging even closer to make sure your thighs touch. "It was difficult to find any real dirt on your boy toy; he's a good guy. I will give him that, but... I know exactly how to make him disappear."

You nod slowly, feeling the lingering threat of danger in the air as you try to comprehend the gravity of the situation. His presence caused you to take short, panicked breaths. This is something he actually notices: a softer look in his eyes now while his hand moves to rub your thigh comfortingly. Your body stiffens as you feel the tip of his fingers tracing just below the hem of your dress.

"Gotta cut this short. Still have to prepare a few things real quick; I couldn't help but check in on my girl." He leans closer to kiss your cheek softly before pulling away.

You didn't respond, feeling too suffocated next to him. Your wide eyes focused on him; it seemed he wanted to be flush with you no matter how much you squirmed away. Fortunately, he doesn't prolong the moment, letting go of your shoulder and putting his hands on his knees.

"I'll come get you shortly; I don't want to keep you waiting too long." He says it playfully, winking as he puts a piece of gum in his mouth and smacks it noisily.

With that, he rises from the bench, looking down at you with a beaming smile, and turns to walk away. He disappears from sight, walking out of the park. This left you feeling worse than before as you wiped your cheek clean. Your gut feelings intensified, urging you to run.

When you got home, you immediately started packing, changing into a simple pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Hurriedly packing a bag with the bare essentials, leaving a mess behind in your wake. You didn't know exactly what you would do, yet you had to get away. The urgency of the situation propelled you forward, heedless of consequences or sacrifices.

It was unbearable to see your stalker in real life—a smack in the face of the true danger you were in. Quickly, you texted your fiance', explaining you were going to stay with a friend for a few days. Once you finally explained to him the situation with the stalker, he called to discuss the next steps.

"You should've told me what was happening."

"I know… I didn't want to worry you. This meeting was important." Tears welled in your eyes, and the stress of everything came to a head. Confiding in him finally brought you comfort, but a part of you felt guilty for not telling him sooner.

"Not more important than you and your safety, I love you."

"I love you too." You whispered into the phone, wiping any stray tears from your face.

"I'll get the next flight out. Stay at your friend's place until I get there," he said firmly. "Keep your taser on you wherever you go. Be safe."

"I will, thank you," you replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over you, knowing he was on his way to be by your side. The thought of having him there to support you made the situation feel more manageable.

He quickly explained the stalker situation to his boss, secured the next available flight, and ended the call upon reaching the airport. The sun had long set, and the dark sky was beginning to fill with twinkling stars, visible through the windows.

On any other night, you would have enjoyed the starry night with a glass of wine and your favorite book, but now you ignore the view. Focus on packing up for your impromptu trip away from the comforts of your home. Once you finished packing, you moved a suitcase into the living room, ready to leave.

A sudden, hard knock at the door surprises you greatly, causing you to jump. It repeats after a moment; much harsher, the door shakes in its frame. Nervously, you move silently to see who it was. Through the peephole, you see that cursed head of snow white hair, his smile as wide as ever. Stepping back, your breath catching in your throat, and your legs turning to jelly as adrenaline surged through your veins. Your stalker was outside your apartment, banging on the door while calling out your name in a joyful tone.

As escape plans raced through your mind, the realization of being in a high-floor apartment without a fire escape sank in, presenting a daunting obstacle. Panic grips you as you frantically reach for your phone in the kitchen. Just as you go to grab it, a loud, crashing sound comes from behind.

Turning around, you see the front door on the floor with a crater in it, and your stalker is smiling menacingly at you. For a moment, you both freeze, a standoff of short going on. Without hesitation, you reach for a knife from the block on the counter behind you and hold it out in front. Despite your nerves, your hands didn't shake as you pointed the sharp knife at him, a cold stare on your face.

"Get the fuck out."

The man smiles at this, laughing a bit at your attempt to intimidate him. As he stepped forward to come closer to you, his finger traced over the countertops. At that moment, you instinctively step back from him, creating distance between you. You both circled the kitchen island cautiously while he slowly removed the bandages covering his eyes.

He put the bandages on the counter, his blue eyes watching your every move like a hawk. He pauses, smirking, his hand stopping just at your phone, then quickly picks it up and crushes it in his hand. Letting the phone fall to the counter in a broken mess, he looks at you with a wide grin.

"Now we can have some real fun."

The front door was behind him; you knew you had to risk running past him or deeper into your apartment. The latter wasn't the best idea since you would be trapped in a corner with no way out but to run you would have to risk getting caught by him. With a deep breath, you made a split-second decision to dart towards the door, hoping to make it out before he could react.

As you sprint to the front door, he easily catches you, wrapping strong arms around your waist. Knife still in hand, you try to swipe at him from behind, only earning you a twist of your arm. A sharp pain radiates through your arm as he twists it more into an awkward angle, making you yell in pain and drop it to the floor in a loud clang.

Pulling you closer, he easily holds you against him, not being phased by your kicking and screams. Securing an arm around your waist, his hand held both your wrists with ease. He leans in, burying his head in the crook of your neck and taking a deep, unsettling breath. The other hand goes over your mouth to muffle your screams. In retaliation, you managed to wiggle your face out, biting down hard on his hand, your tongue flooding with a coppery taste.

This didn't seem to phase him; his blood was dripping down your chin. The metallic tang of his blood is sickening you. Nevertheless, you continue to struggle in his arms, trying to elbow him to break free. A guttural moan escapes his lips as he plants small, chilling kisses on the skin of your neck, enjoying this moment. You feel trapped, like a rat in a snake's grip, desperate for a chance to escape.

"You're so soft." He whispers into your ear, tightening his grip over you, not budging as you dig your heel into his shins.

Teeth still clenched on his hand, digging deeper for him to let go. When he didn't respond you released your jaw, you threw your head back. You hit him square in the nose, eliciting a gasp of pain from him. Blood drips from his nose as he stumbles back, momentarily stunned. Seizing the opportunity, you push him away and run as fast as you can, your heart pounding in your chest.

You run towards the door, the gaping exit mocking you, so close yet so far. You don't make it much farther; he grabs your hair harshly and throws you to the ground. On the floor, you cough and gasp for air. The impact of your back on the hardwood knocked air out of your lungs. As you crawl away from him, trying to regain your breath, he stands in front of the only exit, looking over at you with a menacing grin.

"Here, I thought it would be easy; God, I fucking love this." He wipes his nose with his sleeve, smearing blood on his face. A demented look on his face tells you that he's enjoying this far too much. "As much as I want to continue, kind of on a time crunch, babe. I'm pretty sure your lovely neighbors have already called the police."

Saying this, he crouches down, pulling you to him by your ankle. You kick at him with your other foot, one connected to his chin, but he only laughs in response, dodging any more of your attempts to fight back.

"You're a feisty one, I like that," he chuckles, tightening his grip on your ankle as he begins to drag you closer. "You're not going anywhere."

Your heart races as you desperately search for a way out of this nightmare. Keeping a hold of you, he pulls out a syringe filled with mysterious liquid from his pocket. The sight makes your heart drop. In your shock, he stabs it roughly into your thigh, pushing the liquid in. As the drug takes effect, your vision blurs and your body goes limp, leaving you at his mercy.

"Sweet dreams." He takes you into his arms, watching you fall into unconsciousness. The last thing you hear before blacking out is his sinister chuckle echoing in your ears

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blackopals-world · 10 months

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I Found Home

Part 8

(part 1)(Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Vil

"The Ally"

Yuu pressed the peach-colored gloss to her lips with practiced ease. You'd think that something so simple could be done without thought at all but she knew that perfection wasn't easy.

Grimm slept soundly curled up on the bed. He was taking a nap before their appointment.

Yuu was expecting the photographer in a few hours which gave her time to finish getting ready.

No, this shade wouldn't work.

Yuu wiped away the lipstick. It wasn't the right color and this shoot was too important. It would be the promotional shoot for her new release and everyone would see it.

Her gaze drifted to another tube with a beautiful shade of plum she had saved when she last toured. It was her favorite but never had the heart to use it, because when it was gone then it was gone for good. The brand didn't make it anymore and she didn't want it from another.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't about the lipstick. Maybe it was deeper. It didn't matter.

"Rook this isn't funny. Can't you take her for the day?" Vil growled over the phone as he adjusted the baby in his arms. He kept her grabby hands away from his tied up hair.

"Non, you know how busy I am right now. The exhibition opens in a week and the installation pieces need to be overseen and tested. We are behind schedule as is. As the artist, I need to make sure everything is perfect. Bella can't be here with all the construction." Rook sighed "Can't Monsieur Poison Apple watch her?"

"No, Epel is presenting a few of his show horses for an upcoming competition. I don't want her around a bunch of animals while Epel is working." Vil couldn't even imagine what could happen in such a situation.

"It won't be so bad our Trickster will love her. She has always had a soft spot for little ones. She looked after our dear Epel after we graduated and made sure he was a great dorm leader."

" Yes, it is a bit much to show up at random with a baby." Vil sighed. "What would she think? After everything we..."

"...have faith. At least you can say you have become more nurturing. If I recall she liked it when you showed you cared for Epel." Rook tried to joke.

Vil remembered it, she would reward him for being nice to her friends. Not with presents or vocal praise, her reward was something she didn't know she was giving. When she was happy with him her eyes had this warmth. Vil had once believed that smiling with your eyes was hust an idiotic line from scripts from romance movies. But when she did it he understood. The unabashed joy showed on every inch of her face was captivating. It was an expression he could never replicate.

A little hand tapped his cheek as he reflected. Bella's big round eyes blinked owlishly.

"Thank you for trying to help. I'll call once I get back." Vil said ending the call.

They were almost ready for the shoot. Yuu had on a floral lilac tea-length dress perfect for a garden party. Grimm had on a matching lilac dress shirt with white pants and suspenders.

"Grimm, remember you can't play in this outfit and get it dirty." Yuu knew the foolishness in asking a toddler not to get their clothes dirty but he had hoped Grimm would listen. The photoshoot wouldn't be more than a few hours.

There was a knock on the door. Yuu cursed under her breath, the photographer was early and she still wasn't ready. She couldn't let them wait.

She quickly answered and the figure behind the door wasn't who she expected at all.

Long white gold hair, lavender eyes, and picture-perfect face. She'd be a fool not to recognize him or blind. Vil looked almost exactly the same, It was almost like time stopped for him.

All the while she had changed alot. She filled out here and there, especially after becoming a mother. She didn't complain since it was easier to balance a toddler on your hips with a curve. The downside is becoming a human pillow whenever you sit down as Grimm needed to be glued next to her. Time didn't stop for her.

A small gurgling hiccup made Yuu's eyes shift downwards to the stroller that was just off to the side. Inside was a baby about 7-8 months old. She was beautiful. Soft fair skin with pink cheeks, curly blonde locks with streaks of black, and brilliant purple eyes like Vil. She had a stuffed apple toy in her mouth that she was determined to bite.

"Oh, my...congratulations Vil." She was excited of course. She loved babies and this own was so cute and so much like Vil. But despite having no reason to be upset she felt a pang in her heart. Vil had gotten married. Probably, no defiantly to someone beautiful beyond reproach. She had to be the fairest of them all and smarter too. She probably loved Vil with all her heart.

That thought comforted Yuu. This amazing woman would take care of her friend and brought him a beautiful healthy child. There is nothing more perfect.

"Thnak you, her name is Belladonna."Vil said watching for any change in Yuu's expression.

He noticed the wistful look she got when she saw Bella. Something he felt a little bad about. He knew how much she had wanted a baby in the past.

"Wasn't he adorable?!" She could bearly contain her joy as she practically skipped around the studio.

One of the supporting actors had brought their baby in after their nanny canceled. It was holding up the entire shoot much to Vil's annoyance.

He had plans to take Yuu to that play she had been harping about. Though he wanted to see it too.

"Babies are only perceived as cute because otherwise, they'd be so ugly we'd abandon them," Vil said plainly. "Why else would you want a screaming creature that defects itself?"

While what he said wasn't technically a lie Yuu still swatted his arm lightly.

"I get it you're jealous of babies who get all the attention. You don't get it. Babies a pure, they are experiencing things for the first time and are exploring the world around them. When you're around them you just know you will become the person they rely on to teach them and keep them safe." Yuu said with stars in her eyes.

"I get it you want to push out a screaming pinkish monkey one day." Vil taunted.

"I will remind you that you were once a screaming monkey. And I bet you were the cutest little chubby baby." She gushed in a baby talk voice. "I can't wait for you to walk down the aisle so you can have one of your own."

"As if, I'm not the one to settle down nor have a child. I have my career to focus on and if you want to write those books you harp on you'd do the same." Vil wouldn't even entertain the thought.

It's not that he actually disliked kids, he knew better than anyone that parenthood takes away opportunities. You can't be present and working all the time.

"More good women have been lost to marriage than to war, famine, disease and disaster. You have talent, darling. Don't squander it." Vil had heard Professor Crewel tell Yuu this once.

It was the blatant reminder that whatever 'this' was between them would not last.

"She's beautiful Vil...I bet she looks just her mother." Yuu smiled as she taped the Bella on the cheek making the baby squeek in joy as she grabbed Yuu's finger.

"Yes, she does." Vil sighed. He didn't want to bring her up.

Yuu bit her lip. She did want to talk about this anymore but there was a part of herself that wanted to punish her for her feelings.

"I can't imagine you getting married. Unless it's one of those celebrity marriages that don't last but you'd never do something crude like that." Yuu laughed.

"No, I never got married. I prefer the single life. My mother however thought it was wise to start another family and Bella was left to me." Vil picked up his little sister and let Yuu coo over her.

"So she's not yours? Wait? I thought you and your mother were estranged." Yuu asked.

"We were but after she said she wanted to make up after getting pregnant we began talking. I still resented her for abandoning us but I was willing to be a brother. She however just wanted to leave another child behind." Vil didn't blame Belladonna, she was another victim.

"I see, I understand how you probably feel. Parenthood takes you by surprise." Yuu smiled, she guessed anyone can change.

Suddenly Vil looked pass Yuu shoulder.

"Dear, what is that?" Vil asked with a puzzled expression.

Yuu turned her head and saw her three-year-old sprint by with only his pull-up on.

"Grimm, where are your clothes?" Yuu asked calmly.

"You said I couldn't get them dirty. Now they won't."Grimm said as though he was a genius for finding the loophole.

Yuu sighed.

Vil and Yuu sat and talk while Grimm slumped against his mother's side. He had been redressed with the help of his mother's friend. Grimm was a bit star-struck as the very pretty man straightened his shirt.

Grimm had never met anyone this pretty except for his Mama. Yep, not even Vil could win this battle. One day Grimm will love another but no one beats his wonderful mommy. He will forever be a mommy's boy. Vil had captivated Grimm especially when he helped comb out Grimm's hair. He called Grimm "A little potato " and Grimm didn't know what that meant but he liked it.

"So you just found him?" Vil asked his eyes drifting to the boy who shyly buried his face him Yuu's side.

He was relieved but felt embarrassed to think that. The prideful part of him couldn't take second place but that shouldn't mean that Grimm didn't deserve a mother. He'd feel no different if it was Bella. She had become his world.

"Yes, I feel lucky every day. If not for Grimm I doubt I would have ever had a child." Yuu said sadly.

"You've always wanted a baby though."

"I wanted to get married and do the traditional family. But I've known for a long time that's not something every man wants. I want that person to be the one for me but I'm greedy. I wanted him or no one." Yuu shifted her gaze away.

Vil almost apologized. He may not have known who broke her heart but that didn't mean he didn't understand.

Bella began getting fussy as she made a loud babbling yell for attention. You could practically hear her saying "What are you doing over there and not looking at me?!"

Vil knew Belladonna only wanted attention from new people. She wanted Yuu to go back to cooing over her. He picked up the little girl and placed her in his lap. Bella however didn't want daddy she wanted the nice pretty lady. She reached out her tiny arms and made grabby hands to be picked up.

Yuu squealed in excitmemt as she scooped Bella up in her arms.

"Oh my goodness! You're so widdle!" Yuu gushed.

Bella actually had a reason she wanted Yuu as she turned her head to her chest and nuzzled her breast. She was hungry.

Vil and Yuu turned red.

"I don't know where she learned that. She's a bottle baby. She's never even breastfed." Vil said trying to take Bella back only to get kicked with her little sausage legs.

Yuu laughed at the father and daughter duo. Seeing Vil frazzled for once was hilarious and adorable.

"Why don't you get her bottle and I'll feed her." Yuu said.

Vil thanked her and went to warm up a bottle.

Grimm watched the baby with curiosity. He had never seen one this close before. She was so little, even littler than him, and Mama said he was really little.

Grimm touched the baby's little foot with tiny tiny toes and the baby laughed.

"Baybe." He said in awe.

"Yes, she's a baby. You used to be this small too." Yuu ruffled Grimm's hair.

Bella reached out patted Grimm's hair as she copied Grimm. Grimm had hearts in his eyes as played with Bella's hand. Her hand wrapped around Grimm's finger as she gurgled and chirped.

Vil returned with a bottle and passed it to Yuu. With a bit of help Yuu fed Bella.

"You need to try to remain clean and tidy Grimm." He said sternly as he brushed the boy's hair back in place.

"But Mama did it." He pouted wrapping his arms around Vil's forearm.

"Then make sure she knows not to do that. You're Mama can be a very affectionate so she doesn't know when to stop." Vil warned as Grimm laughed.

After Bella was fed and burped Vil sat her down in her stroller. She would get sleepy soon but he didn't like laying her down after eating, too risky while digesting.

The photographer arrived right after and Yuu and Vil discussed boring stuff with them whole Grimm stayed with the baby.

Grimm got an idea and ran up the stairs and stumbled back down with a picture book in one hand.

"Look Bella this is my book." He said showing the baby. He was going to read her to sleep like his Mama did. " It's about a queen and the prince of fruit."

The book was actually called "The Noble Queen and the Prince of Apples". The book starts with a boy who lived in an apple orchard. One day a queen passed by in her carriage and wanted an apple. He asked the boy to pick an apple and when the boy handed it to the queen the apple turned silver. The boy was amazed and asked the queen how he did it. The queen said that he would teach the boy if the boy came to the castle with him. Everyday the boy had to work for queen. He did every task the queen asked which required patience and thoughtfulness. He learned to be graceful by drawing water without making a ripple, he learned to lead by organizing the queen's schedule and giving orders, and he learned to speak by watching the queen stand before the crowd. Every time the boy learned a new skill the queen taught him a spell but everytime the queen showed him a better spell. He turned a peacock feather gold, turned water into wine, roses into silk, and a mirror into diamonds. The boy would stay to learn more and more and before he knew it years had passed. Until one day the boy made a spell that grew a silver tree with apples of gold and leaves of diamonds. It was a gift for the queen and only he could pick an apple or break a branch off of it. The queen was happy with the boy and told him to return to his orchard. In that orchard the boy found a new kingdom had been made and the queen had given the boy the land to rule since was now ready. From that day on the boy was the Prince of Apples.

"That's a beautiful story." Vil said feeling that it sounds vaguely familiar. Still, he liked the sound of this queen.

Yuu pressed her lips together praying Vil didn't realize.

"Vil we should focus on the photoshoot. I need to get the kids outside." Yuu placed a hand on Vil's shoulder.

A quick outfit change later the families gathered in thr garden. Grimm stood at his mother's side as she sat down next to Vil who was holding Bella.

"You are a beautiful family! After this can I have the mother hold the baby and the little guy sit with his dad." The photographer said.

Yuu blushed, the photographer might have gotten the wrong idea when she asked to include extra guests.

Vil had no problems as they shifted to the next pose. Grimm gleefully sat on Vil's lap as he leaned over to hold Bella's hand.

Vil laughed, he knew Grimm was a natural model. The boy loved the camera or the attention at least. The photographer managed to get a candid picture of Vil kissing the boy's cheek as he smiled brightly. It came out so perfectly you'd think they were an ad in a magazine.

Vil couldn't wait to share these with everyone. They did look like a perfect family and he found that he really liked the way that sounded. He can admit he was wrong about family life.

(I'm done! I'm finally done! Pray to God it's good)

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queenendless · 6 months

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🍂🍁💝Thankful (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader ft Various JJK)💝🍁🍂

A/n: Spontaneous short fiction.

Sequel to Spooky Lovin'.

Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate. To those who don't, well do whatever makes you happy.

Lots of characters/pairings, pure cavity esque fluff, with a twist!

All credit for JJK goes to Gege ... despite what happens canon wise.

*Please don't plagiarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC work. Like, reblog and follow instead, thank you.

The enriching enthusiasm boomed out throughout your private abode.

You watched in beaming amusement through the open archway at the packed company.

Yuji laughed at what Megumi had to say which made the other smile; both close together on one end of the couch.

Nobara gushed over showing Maki upcoming winter attire releasing on her phone, to which the latter was intrigued, both also bundled closely on the other end of the couch.

Kento and Yu leaning against the wall, drinking apple cider as the latter rambled enthusiastically on their latest endeavor, while Ino popped in, praising a blushing Nanami on his caliber as his sorcerer icon.

Aoi clapping and weeping all up in the big TV showing Takada-chan's live performance in the themed parade happening down South.

Panda and Toge jumping in the leaf piles, a beaming Yuta swinging a giggling Rika around through the whisking leaves. Kamo sipped tea on the front patio as he watched the sunset.

Down the way, a car crossed by, with Shiu at the wheel and Toji eyeing the house with sharp ambivalence. Part of him missing his kids but accepting long ago that this is where they truly belong, nodding for Shiu to drive off.

A tipsy Shoko cuddling up with a blushing smiling Utahime in the hot tub on one end and Mei lounging and sipping on cider on the other end with Ui holding her bagged gear and waiting on her outside the tub, on standby, cause he's just that devoted.

Mai and Momo taking selfies together in the backyard garden before teasing a flustered Kasumi after Kokichi gifted her a flower in her hair.

Yuki and Choso; also in the backyard, napped together on the bench under the tallest looming tree, cozy smiles on their faces.

Kusakabe excused himself just to sneak into the bathroom to try out the jacuzzi.

Nanako and Mimiko braided Tsumiki's hair as they sat at the katsudon, smack dabbed in the center of their spacious living room.

Junpei blushing from Tsumiki noticing him gazing at her, smiling widely in return, to which a flushed Junpei jumped from Megumi's stern-faced warning to which his sister complained for him not to scare him so much and a nervously laughing Yuji consoled his horror buddy by hugging him and patting his back, simultaneously trying to calm down his boyfriend going all overprotective brother mode.

Masamichi made some festive themed cursed corpse dolls that were taking up space on the other couch.

Kiyotaka fumbled with his drink as Akari's beaming smile had him and Arata covering their flushed faces from how pure she looked.

Riko and Misato assist Suguru in the kitchen as they prepare the food.

Suguru, knowing you were still unwell, insisted you take it easy and let them handle the feast.

You had been feeling unwell the past few days.

You called in sick today when you felt something change.

You had to see for yourself.

And when you did, you felt inspired to message everyone you know for an impromptu get together at your place. The word spread via group chats, texts, and calls.

Watching everyone enjoying themselves at your impromptu get together heightened your spirits.

Just not for the festive touch.

But to be surrounded by all their beaming warm faces when —

Satoru warped right before barging through the front door with dramatic flair, exciting a few, scaring some, and annoying the rest.

“Honey, I'm home~!” Dropping the bag of pies on the counter, Satoru smooched Suguru fully on the lips.

The moment he noticed you practically glowing, the Six Eyes told him all that there is and will soon be, straight down to the first traces.

In that moment, everyone inside and outside felt the shifts in the cursed force as Gojo warped right before you, startling you out of your hidden viewing spot, his arms wrapping around your figure to catch you. You imagined his eyes trained on the right spot.

“You … you're …”

You couldn't suppress your smile. “I found out this morning. But I didn't know how to tell you both. I had a feeling your Six Eyes would show you the truth – AAH~!” Your yelp as he lifted you up in the air reverberated throughout the house, grabbing everyone's attention.

“Gojo-sensei?!” His students exclaimed in a jumbled mess.

“Satoru! Be careful – !” Suguru's concerns were cut short when he watched as you tugged down that blindfold just to see Satoru's awestruck eyes with your own.

Tears made his eyes sparkling that much beautifully, sniffling softly, beaming with that lovestruck smile as he lowered you down to embrace you, swinging side to side gently, laughing as he smooched your face with so many kisses.

“Y/n … thank you.”

As he sets you down; keeping you wrapped up in one arm, his other arm waving you two's partner over before intertwining their hands together to pull him in quickly. “Suguru~ We've got the hottest scoop of the year!”

Pressing himself right by your side, Suguru leaned down as you got up on your tiptoes to whisper your secret right in his ear. His stunned face was all you could read as he replayed your words in his mind, but he wanted to be certain. “Are you sure?”

Satoru's closed eyed smile and thumbs up added to the buildup. “These eyes don't lie!”

Burning wetness swelled up in those beautiful almond eyes as Suguru kissed you lovingly, smiling at you in the same smitten manner. “Best news ever.”

“Everyone!” Satoru hollered as his arms became yours and Suguru's thrones, lifting you both up, as he floated for literal joy. “We're having a baby!”

“And yes, it's all true!” You exclaimed boldly, knowing the people would take your word more easily than Satoru's.

First stunned silence. Which immediately erupted into cheers and applause of congratulations.

The twins, Tsumiki and Megumi were the first to get up and hurry on over to embrace you, shedding tears of joy.

Yuji and Haibara high-fiving Satoru who was over the moon.

Nanami shook hands to congratulate Suguru, warning him to make sure Satoru took extra caution with taking care of you and your little bundle before embracing you himself. You personally wanted to deem him as the godfather, just a side note.

As those from out front and out back swarmed in as the announcement shot straight through the roof from the loud groundbreaking importance.

After all the girls in the house fussed over you with hugs, advice and offers to help you through this new adventure, your husbands were in the same boat with almost everyone.

Except Kusakabe who was stuck in the bathroom for a while since the hallway was filled with the rest of your guests.

After embracing and congratulating you themselves, Riko and Kuroi announced the feast was ready.

Exchanging kisses with both your loves, you gave a toast.

Toasting to the new addition to your growing unique family.

Now that is cause to celebrate.

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st4rgzer · 5 months

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apple cider benoftheweek

“you said you like my hair, so go ahead and touch it”

I scrolled mindlessly on my phone in Ben’s room as he edited one of his upcoming videos. He stared at the computer screen, sighing in frustration as he found aligning the clips, the audio, the sound effects, increasingly difficult.

He took a deep breath and furrowed his brows, his headache evident, enough for me to notice.

“love, come lie down with me for a bit? you’ve been editing for so long” I pleaded, knowing how he’d push himself and he wouldn’t take a breath until the video was finished.

“I- fine…” he surrendered, with not much convincing , that was a first.

He crept up to my side and sighed, laying on his back, comically far away from me. I rolled my eyes at his lack of affection, though secretly, I found his awkwardness adorable, most of the time.

“hey c’mere” I patted to the space closer to me for him to move.

His expression grew confused but he seemed to realize quickly. His head rested on my chest, his arms snaked around my waist carefully. He was always so gentle and delicate with me, as if i were to break at his touch, different from anything else he’d held, which was maneuvered carelessly and eventually damaged.

He held me like a glass encased rose, ever so lightly but with warmth, scared for any petal to fall off, even if it was imminent.

My hand played with his hair, twirling his curls, and raking through the knots. gently.

He sighed in solace, closing his eyes comfortably, his arms becoming more loose around my waist

“I like your hair a lot” I mumbled, still running my fingers softly through his hair.

“hm, well you go ahead and touch it…I like when you play with my hair” He muttered, eyes still closed, becoming more dazed my the minute.

I smiled in contentment. Sooner than later soft snores started filling the room, I held back a giggle in caution as to not wake him up, not now that i had finally gotten him to relax.

My hands fell from his hair to his back, slowly tracing patterns, eventually succumbing into a slumber as well.

“you said you liked the jumper that i wore, so i always wore it….” pt2?

this was an experiment, lets see how bad it’ll turn out😪

@iha8you @gabbylovesreading

#benoftheweek #benjamin de almeida #benoftheweek x reader #sturniolo triplets

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slytherinshua · 8 months

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CALM IN THE STORM

genre. fluff. comfort. warnings. crying. thunderstorms. ig anxiety mention? pairing. jungwon x fem!reader. wc. 2k. a/n. happiest birthday to @edensgardenn, this fic is for u ml 🫶 i hope u like it!! ^^

“It’s supposed to rain tonight— are you sure you don’t want me to walk you back now? We can end the study session early.” Jungwon asked from the doorway. You were seated at his desk, filling in a practice test for your chem class.

“No, it’s fine. I want to finish this.” You replied without even glancing away from the page, careful to not disrupt your perfect flow of concentration. After weeks of review and studying, the questions were finally making sense, and you wanted to be sure to get at least a 90% right on the practice test before the real thing in 2 days.

Jungwon wanted to insist, but he also didn’t want to interrupt you. The forecast really was calling for rain, a thunderstorm even. He didn’t like the thought of you walking back home in those conditions, even if it was just a couple blocks away. But, you were also so cutely focused on the piece of paper in front of you, flipping your pencil around to erase and adjust the model of an atom you were drawing.

Jungwon, in general, was timid, and maybe a little bit of a pushover. This definitely showed when he was around you, to the extent that his friends Jake and Sunghoon said that he was positively whipped for you. A little crush was all he was willing to admit to, but deep down he knew he was willing to do practically anything you asked. He liked to see the smile on your face when your plans worked out.

He liked to see you smile because of him.

Jungwon went back into the kitchen to finish cutting up apples as a snack. He knew you were prone to forget to eat when you were focused on something. It was these little habits that he loved to take note of and try to help with.

He arranged the slices of apple with care, lips pursed as he looked at the plate. Then he shook his head and started to rearrange them again before he was satisfied. He was quiet walking back to his bedroom where you were working, making sure that if something broke your concentration, it wouldn't be him.

You smiled and mumbled a small thank you as he placed the plate down— a reaction that Jungwon would never get tired of. As you sighed and stretched your arms to work out the aches from sitting for hours, you first noticed that the apples were arranged in a heart shape around the plate, and that there was a small dollop of peanut butter in the centre of the heart.

“You’re so cheesy…” You whispered with an amused scoff as you bit into the piece of apple.

Jungwon's lips turned up into a giddy smile hearing your whispered comment, but he tried to hide it behind his phone. The room became quiet as you went back to studying and Jungwon started to scroll through his phone on the bed.

You quickly lost track of time as you went back to your notes, and Jungwon slowly dozed off when he got tired of looking at his phone. You finished studying for science and decided to review your unit in social studies before finally calling it a day.

You let out a satisfied sigh. You had been incredibly productive during your study session and the payoff of your effort was an overflowing feeling of confidence when you thought about your upcoming exams. You stood up and stretched, a grin growing on your face at the sight of Jungwon sleeping on the bed.

You crouched beside him, admiring his pretty features even when he was sleeping. You reached out your hand and then hesitated. A piece of hair had fallen over his eye as he shifted slightly and you instinctively wanted to move it back into place. After a little consideration and a warm buzzing feeling growing in your stomach somehow urging you on, you reached forward again, this time gently brushing back the piece of hair to its rightful place.

You smiled— the last moment of peace and calm before a loud strike of thunder made you startle. The sound made you jump and a yelp of surprise escaped your throat. The commotion was loud enough to wake Jungwon up from his slumber. He sat up abruptly, blinking his eyes in shock before asking what happened and if you were okay in a hurried jumble of words.

“I’m okay,” You nodded, a little tense, “I think.”

“Get off the floor.” Jungwon said sheepishly, holding out his hand for you to grab onto to pull yourself up.

You sat next to him and relaxed your shoulders. You should have taken his advice from before and gone home early. You weren’t sure how you were going to walk home in this weather.

“Maybe I can… hail a taxi?” You questioned, glancing out the window to watch the ongoing storm before taking out your phone to check the time. It was already almost midnight. You stood up, “Either way I should try to get home quickly.”

Jungwon grabbed your hand to stop you. “No,” He said sternly, “Being outside during a storm like this isn’t safe.”

“But-” Another loud flash of lightning sounded and you tensed again.

“You hate loud noises, Y/n.” Jungwon reminded quietly, “Wouldn’t it be better if you stay?”

“Stay?! As in sleep over?” Your eyes widened as Jungwon nodded gently.

“I have a guest room for a reason…”

You would've protested if it weren’t for the violent thunder that continued to rage outside. You gave in to Jungwon’s idea, and he started to run around the house to get you everything you could possibly need with the brightest smile on his face.

“Anything in the kitchen is up for grabs if you’re hungry. There’s new toothbrushes in the bathroom cabinet as well as untouched toothpaste and mouthwash if you don’t want to use mine- oh! And you can shower or take a bath if you need to. I washed the tub this morning, I promise it’s clean.” He rattled off as you dropped your backpack on the floor of the guest bedroom.

“Thank you, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” You told him nervously. You couldn’t quite differentiate if your anxiety stemmed from the loud storm or the fact that Jungwon was gazing at you as if you hung the very stars in the sky— his lips curved up into the most breathtaking smile the heavens had ever witnessed and his adorable dimples taking their place on his cheeks to complement it all.

“Sleep well, Y/n. Just knock on my door if you need anything. Goodnight!” He grinned and walked back to his room.

You showered and did your usual nighttime hygiene without any problems. It was only when you laid down with the intention of sleeping that you faced your first predicament.

The thunder was scaring you more than you had thought before.

When Jungwon was still in the room, you merely tensed a little when there was a particularly loud strike. But now that you were alone in the dark and unfamiliar guestroom, you felt frightened.

The room somehow seemed 10 degrees chillier than Jungwon’s comfortable room. Maybe it was him and his warmth that made it seem that way. You tossed and turned, trying to wrap the blanket around your body to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in. But with the storm in the background and nothing else to focus on, your anxiety built up until you were close to tears.

You tried one last time to close your eyes and escape into your dreams, but again, you failed as another strike of thunder reached your eardrums. It became impossible to hold back your tears anymore, and as they slipped down your cheeks, you slowly got yourself to walk down the hall to Jungwon’s room.

You knocked 3 times on his door, promising yourself that if he didn’t answer you would just go back to bed and force yourself to make it through the night. You were already staying over unplanned and you didn’t want to cause any more inconvenience to the boy you liked than you already were.

As soon as the door opened and a sleepy Jungwon stood on the other side of it, you were already moving to hug him. Jungwon, in his still drowsy state, was taken by surprise with your sudden closeness, but as soon as his foggy brain registered that he wasn’t dreaming and that you were in fact hugging him right now, his heart melted on the spot.

“W-what happened, Y/n?” He gulped, somehow gathering the courage to wrap his arms around you as well to reciprocate the hug. He had barely even held your hand before, let alone hug you so closely, and he felt as if he should’ve been given time to prepare for this.

It was hard to hear you completely since your words were getting muffled by the fabric of Jungwon’s hoodie, but he was able to make out “storm” and “scared” and “couldn’t sleep” and put the pieces together from there.

He smiled and lifted you up in his arms so he was carrying you. You let him, burying your face in the crook of his neck and wrapping your legs around his waist. He carried you carefully to his bed, setting you down on it as if he was scared he would crack you.

“You don’t have a sweater, do you?” He asked. He had noticed the goosebumps on your arms and how cold your skin had felt moments earlier. You shook your head.

“Hm…” Jungwon hummed, looking in his closet amongst the hangers of jackets to find a crew-neck sweater. He tossed it to you once he found a suitable one and your cheeks burned once you realized that he had given this to you to wear. His sweater for you to wear.

“Do you think you’ll be able to sleep if I stay with you?” He questioned shyly.

“You mean sleep… together?” You asked, slipping into the sweater.

“Uh- I… I didn’t mean it like- Well-” Jungwon’s cheeks had never flushed such a bright red before.

“I don’t… mind.” You whispered quietly. You smiled at him, hoping that he might actually join you because the hug had ended too quickly and you had a need to stay cuddled up to him where you felt comfortable and safe for hours.

“Is this okay?” Jungwon asked, experimentally scooting a little closer to you, at a distance where he could hold your hand without having to reach at all.

“Yeah.”

“What about uh…” He questioned you with his eyes as he lifted the blanket to slip under it. You nodded again, ignoring how both of your cheeks are red as tomatoes, and the butterflies in both of your stomachs are having little dance parties.

Jungwon repeated those steps, always asking you before he does something, making sure that before anything else, you’re comfortable. And you continued to nod and give him affirmative answers until eventually you’re curled up against his chest again.

Being so close to him came with all the comfort the world could offer. Nothing could dare to touch you when you were wrapped safely in his arms, cheek resting against his chest, listening to his heart race from having you so close.

You felt comfortable, and safe, and happy.

And even though the storm continues to thrash outside— raindrops falling heavily on the roof and thunder crashes startling you every couple minutes— you were able to close your eyes and eventually fall asleep.

When Jungwon noticed that you’d drifted off to sleep, he smiled and hugged you closer. He concludes that he must be on some sickenly-in-love high, because he swears he’s never had this much confidence in his life; but he somehow finds the confidence to bring his face down slightly, just enough to press his lips to your forehead for 3 short seconds, 3 seconds that felt like an eternity.

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gretavangroupie · 16 days

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The Ripe and The Ruin (Chapter 5)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader, OC x Reader

Word Count: 18.2k

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Smoking, Angst, Anxiety, Lying, Sexual Themes, Kissing, Unprotected Sex.

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A new series in collaboration with my talented co-writer @gretavanmoon.

A/N: Hi everyone! Just popping in to let you know that Jules and I will be taking the next two weeks off of writing so that we can enjoy our upcoming Starcatcher shows! This means that there will not be a new chapter next week or the week after. Hopefully this chapter will hold you over until then, and build a little anticipation...

"Like all good fruit, the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin."

AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS

HER POV

Your phone buzzing loudly on the nightstand wakes you in a frenzy, the night sweat making your hair stick to your face. Your eyes pop open to the sound as you roll toward it, reaching for it as quickly as possible. You tap the screen, silencing the alarm that is telling you it’s time to get up and get ready to leave for the airport. You roll back over to find Jake completely out, the sound of the alarm not phasing him in the least. Soft breath is leaving his lips, a faint snore rattling around in his chest as his hand rests softly on the edge of your pillow.

You admire the softness of his features, how smooth his lips are, and the way his hair is fanning over his face. Your eyes travel over his shoulder and down his body until it disappears beneath the white sheets, the covers hanging low on his waist. You can feel his legs tangled with yours and it almost feels sinful to pull them away. The room is still a little dark, the sun just barely risen as it starts to peek through the curtains in the room. You know that you have an hour until you have to be downstairs with your suitcase, so you make the painful decision to pull yourself away from him.

You gently untangle your legs from his and slide out of the soft, warm bed, unnoticed. You tiptoe into the bathroom and shut the door behind you, letting out the breath you were holding. You turn on the light and look at yourself in the mirror, seeing your streaked and smudged makeup and your disheveled hair. You take a minute to clean yourself up, running your fingers through your hair and gargling with the hotel mouthwash. You pee and wash your hands, turning off the light and quietly opening the door to sneak back into the room.

As you walk back towards the bed you see Jake is awake, and leaning up on his elbows. You can tell he had just woken, a panicked look in his tired eyes. You stop just short of the bed, looking at him as he takes in the sight of you in his t-shirt.

“Morning,” you smile, biting your lips together.

A deep hum comes from his chest as his face softens, “Mmm, thought you snuck out on me, come get back in bed.”

Maybe five more minutes won’t hurt…

You walk around the front of the bed, watching him pull the sheets back to welcome you back into the warm cloud of luxury linens.

“I wouldn’t just leave without saying anything,” you pause, “I thought you knew me better than that.”

He pulls you into him, wrapping the blankets around your back as he positions your head on his shoulder, humming deeply as he feels your body on his again. He lets out a content sigh, letting his fingers trace circles into your back.

“I’d like to think I know you inside and out, now,” he quips.

“Oh shut up, that's gross, it is seven in the morning,” you laugh, digging your fingers into his ribs.

He runs his nose along your hairline as he laughs, “Did you sleep okay?”

“Apart from your snoring, yes…” you smile, moving the hair off of his face.

He furrows his brows, “Snoring? If I was snoring I need to call my surgeon back, he was supposed to fix that.”

“I’m kidding. Kinda, you were snoring a tiny tiny bit when I got up, but I didn’t hear you all night,” you admit.

“You’re up early…”

“My alarm woke me, we have to be downstairs and ready to get to the airport in like, forty-five minutes,” you say.

“Off to Paris…” he says, letting out a relaxed sigh. His eyes meet yours as a smile pulls across his lips. “You excited?”

“Actually yeah, I haven’t ever been,” you answer, letting your eyes linger on his lips.

“Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but it’s kinda shitty and dirty. But if you know the right places to go it can be fun, and the food is pretty good. I can make you a little cheat sheet, we have two days off while we’re there if you want me to show you a few places, oh actually there's this really fantastic restaurant I’m gonna take you to, you’ll love it,” he says, the words flowing out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“Oh, you’re gonna take me?” you tease.

“Yeah, I’ve earned another date, right?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“I think I’d like that,” you answer, kissing his thumb. “But, in order to do all of that, we have to get to Paris, which means we have to get up and I have to go back to my room and pack.”

“I know, I know. I just…” he pauses, his eyes flicking around your face, as he leans his face towards yours, “I’m glad you gave me another chance. Last night was…”

“I know…Me too,” you whisper, leaning into him. His lips meet yours, soft and warm, effectively quieting every loud thought screaming through your mind. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, pulling it away from your mouth just slightly before releasing it with a pop. His hand grips at your face, the evidence of his arousal pressing against your stomach as you whine. Suddenly it stops, and he pulls his lips from yours as he looks at you.

“You are…incredible,” he smiles, “That should hold me over for a little while. At least until later.”

“Don’t get greedy on me now, Jake,” you taunt, slipping out of the sheets.

You grab your dress from the floor and make a show of pulling his white t-shirt over your head. His eyes are trained on you as you stand naked in front of him, your chest bare and your nipples hard as his eyes zero in on them.

“Come back to bed,” he begs.

“Nope,” you laugh, pulling your dress over your head and sliding into your boots. “I can give you another kiss though.”

“Mmhm, mhmm, yeah, yeah, just… come over here…” he says, hoping to lure you back into the bed.

You grab your phone and your purse and sling it over your shoulder as you kneel onto the bed where his perfect and desperately hot body is craving you beneath the sheets. You lean over and press your lips to his one more time as his hand slides up the back of your thigh. Just before it lands where he wants it to, you pull away and smooth out your dress.

“See you downstairs in thirty?” you ask playfully.

“Five more minutes,” he barters.

“Later…” you pause, “Maybe.”

“Temptress,” he growls from his place in the bed.

You nod and start to head towards the door catching his eyes one more time. “Just for you.”

JAKE POV

One last breath of the sheets that hold the smell of her perfume, and you’re regretfully pulling yourself from the mess of blankets to get ready for the day. Travel days are always a little restful, but at times can be more chaotic than anything. The one thing that will get you through today, though, is knowing that you’ll soon be visiting one of the most romantic cities on earth, with the new flame that’s entered your life in a whirlwind.

You stressfully cram all your things into your suitcase, making a mental note to visit the laundry room at the next hotel. The frantic nature of last night had the thought of packing up your stuff at the very end of your list of things to accomplish; taking care of the woman in your bed seemed to be just a bit more important than making sure you didn’t forget your toothbrush.

Time is ticking, and you know you have mere minutes before you need to be downstairs. Then, like a flood of bad memories, you remember the texts that Isla sent you last night, rushing back to your already overstimulated brain.

“Fuck. Fuck!!!” you shout just loudly enough to startle yourself, and you button the button on your jeans before unplugging your phone from the charger, balling the cord up in your fist. You bring up Isla’s text string, seeing all of the “horrible” things she had seen on Danny’s story be read back to you in real time. She always did have an eagle eye, noticing things that happened in the background before she ever really saw what was happening right in front of her. Ironic, really. You run your hand over your face as you hop up to quickly brush your teeth and finish packing. What do you even say? How do you even answer those texts? She isn’t wrong, but… she’s also most definitely not right.

You have to call her. Let her bitch. Let her yell and scream like she always does, give her a half-assed explanation, and tell her that Josh had you to accompany the new runner on an errand. That’s what you’ll do. Why the anticipation of the phone call is giving you anxiety, you don’t really know. It’s fucked that she makes you feel this way. You wish she would just take the fucking hint, and get out of your house.

You try to shake the thoughts from your mind as you do a one-over of the room, making sure you haven’t left anything behind. Something catches the corner of your eye, a pile of red fabric tucked up underneath the bedskirt. You rush over and pick it up, finding it to be exactly what you suspected, Y/N’s red lace thong. She must have slipped it off in her sleep. You grin to yourself as you get a flashback of last night, seeing her ass and back so perfectly arched for you, the red lace standing out in the shadowy darkness of the room.

You stuff it in the hidden inside pocket of your jacket, fully ready to give it back to her at the most appropriate time… or maybe not.

You grab the handle of your suitcase and begin rolling it to the door, pulling your phone out to make the phone call that you’re absolutely dreading. You expect Isla to answer on the first ring, but when she doesn’t, and the third and fourth rings let you know she most likely isn’t going to answer, you feel a ginormous weight lifted directly off your shoulders. You tried. Not your fault she didn’t answer and you were getting directly on a plane.

You finally make your way out of the lobby and to the vans parked out on the side lot, seeing that most everyone is taking their sweet time getting here this morning. You greet Paul and Danny and Corri, your eyes scanning around to see if you’ll catch a glimpse of Y/N in the bright orange morning sunlight. And of course, just as you lift your suitcase into the back of the van, she’s skirting around the one parked in front, her eyes trained on her phone in her hand.

You pull your sunglasses over your eyes, watching her preoccupied self lift her heavy bag into the van while still trying to accomplish whatever it is she’s doing on her phone. She hasn’t seen you yet, and you admit you’ve got a little bit of nerves in your stomach. You’re watching how the sun is hitting her hair, how her facial expressions draw up and down as she tries to read through what you know is a million emails, and how she juts her hip out to one side as she tosses her heavy carry-on across her neck.

She’s really, really pretty. And you swear, she doesn’t even know it.

Suddenly you feel Sam’s hands on your shoulders, shaking you back and forth with force. “Top of the morning, brother! What are you standing there dumbfounded for? Thought Lyla and I would be fighting you for the backseat…”

You get yourself together, blinking rapidly as Sam breaks you from your awe-stricken stare. You hope he didn’t see where your direct line of vision was pointed.

“Oh, you guys can have it, no big deal,” you reply, hopping into the open door and finding your place in one of the center seats.

You see Sam’s face turn up in surprised disgust. “Uh, thanks? Are you okay?”

It’s no secret that the backseat of the van always either belongs to you, or to Sam and Lyla. Just the way it has always been. But today, you’re feeling a little generous. “Yeah, I’m alright I guess. Why?”

Had amazing mind-blowing sex last night… I’m on cloud 9, Sam.

“Just weird of you to give up your seat so willingly when we normally fistfight for it, that’s all…” Sam replies with suspicion in his voice.

If I can keep this mood going, you can have the backseat for the rest of tour, I don’t give a fuck.

“Yeah… well don’t get used to it.”

—-

You’d learned the plane ride would thankfully end up being extremely short, and you found yourself seated with Josh and Ty rather than beside Y/N again. You did manage to catch her eyes a handful of times in the airport, though, each time making her fight off a smile while her face turned pink. Keeping things between you a bit of a secret is proving to be a little tedious, but again, it has only been a few days. Sneaking around with her is adding a whole new bit of excitement to your life, something completely unexpected and away from your norm. She’d ended up seated a few rows behind you on the plane, so you’d busied yourself with watching YouTube videos and mindless reel scrolling to pass the time.

Just as you are in the middle of watching someone restring a harp, your phone lights up with a text from her.

Y/N

9:14AM: Don’t tell me that’s you I hear snoring up there…

You chuckle as you remember her jokes from this morning in bed.

You

9:15AM: That would be my brother. Sheesh, picking on me again, are you?

Y/N

9:15AM: It’s kinda fun to :) What does your day look like?

9:16AM: I mean, I could look at your itinerary, but I’d rather you just tell me.

Your heart warms at that, for some reason.

You

9:16AM: Heading straight for soundcheck as soon as we land, then some other pre show shit. What about you?

Y/N

9:18AM: Ahhh, that’s probably why I have to get all of the suitcases to your rooms then…

You

9:20AM: Don’t be snooping around in my stuff now…

Y/N

9:21AM: I slept in your shirt last night Jake. Don’t think I need to snoop...

You

9:22AM: You’re right. If I had my way, you’d be wearing my clothes day and night

Just then the pilot comes over the speaker, letting everyone know it’s time to land. Your conversation is cut short, but at least you know that you had been on her mind, too. You want to see what she has to say, want to know what she would have responded with, but for now, it has to wait. As the plane descends, you’re wondering why Isla never texted you back, but you chalk it up to the time difference, and maybe she is wanting to avoid you a little after her outburst last night.

Or maybe she realized she overreacted. Probably not.

As the morning turns into the chaos of making it to the venue, your mind gets occupied with thoughts of nothing but the show. You go full-force professional, drowning yourself in your work and making sure things are running tightly with the sound of your music. You and your brothers spend the next bit of time doing your duties, and you even take some time to go over a few things with your guitar tech Johnny to check in on the state of your precious babies.

For the first time in a while, your mind is at complete ease. You’re laughing. You’re smiling. You can almost feel the serotonin coursing through your veins, and the overall calmness settle in over your entire being. A sly look from Josh tells you that he can tell you’re glowing; it must be obvious in your aura that you had a really good night with Y/N. You finally feel like you can exhale completely without the burden of the Isla situation looming over you like a black cloud.

For the first time in nearly a year, you get the feeling that everything is going to be okay. You feel in charge of your life, and your decisions. None of the bullshit matters. The phone call from Chris yesterday is just the icing on the cake. A brand new air of confidence has overtaken you, and the realization that you’re a grown man who can make your own decisions further outweighs the burden of the woman who is, for lack of a better term, leeching at all the life you have left.

…That is, until your phone begins buzzing in your pocket. Fuck. Just had to think it.

You remorsefully pull it from your pocket, already knowing that you’re going to find her contact name and photo of the two of you lighting up your screen. You huff in aggravation when you find just that.

“Gonna go to the restroom, be right back,” you announce to everyone as you quickly slip down the metal stairs and to the bathrooms backstage. You prep yourself, ready to have the conversation that you’ve had so many times before.

“Hello?” you answer with an intentional sound of breathlessness in your voice, making yourself seem busier than you actually are.

“Jake…” Isla says.

You push into the bathroom, glancing under the stalls to find that you have the place to yourself.

“Hey, what’s up?” you say, wandering into the handicapped stall so you can pace in private.

“What’s up? What’s up?! Did you not get my texts last night? What the fuck is going on, Jake? Where did you go with that girl?” Isla begins to raise her voice. “I saw you two leaving on Danny’s story, you were in a rush, Jake, walking her out the door.”

“Isla, Isla listen to me, will you just let me talk? Damn!” you retaliate. “She is our new runner.”

“Yeah I fuckin’ saw that, Jake. I found her Instagram.” You roll your eyes, because of course she did.

“Josh needed her to go on an errand to get him something last night, and it was really really late. Dean had to stay back with everyone else because there were some fans hanging around, so I walked her down the street to the store. That’s it.” You know you’re lying. The guilt of hearing yourself say it all out loud hits you in the gut. But there’s no way in hell you’re telling her anything remotely close to the truth. She doesn’t deserve it, really. You don’t owe her shit at this point.

“Ok so why didn’t Josh go by himself? Or why didn’t he go with her, instead of you?” she presses. Here comes the digging.

“Because he and Ty had had like 5 shots of tequila a piece and they were taking care of each other. He knew he would be feeling like hell this morning, and he was out of his tea or some shit, so he made her a list of things he needed. Fuck, I don’t know, you know how he is. I stayed outside…”

She stays silent for a second as she runs over your explanation. Ok, maybe this is working.

“You’re a horrible liar, Jacob. You always have been…” her words are quiet and exhausted, and they hit you like a dagger, for some reason. It isn’t so much what she said, but how she said it. And, for the fact that you know in your heart of hearts that this is probably the very first lie you’ve ever told her. In three years. What else did she think you had lied about?

“I’m not lying, Isla,” your words taste like sour poison in your mouth as you lean your elbow onto the stall wall, resting your forehead on your arm.

“You might not be lying, but you’re sure as hell not telling me the whole truth. Are you seeing her, Jake?” she asks, her voice rising again. “Because it feels like I need to say something to he–”

“Isla, please! For the love of god! You do not need to say something to her, please stop with that! She was just doing her job!” you feel defensive.

She scoffs. “Ya know, you’ve changed, Jake. Something isn’t the same with you anymore…”

“Oh, you think?!” you yell, pushing yourself off of the wall. “Isla, open your eyes! We haven’t been good in almost a year, do you not realize that?! We fight, we argue, we can’t stand the sight of each other sometimes! Did you not even notice when I would spend days at a time staying with Sam and Josh?”

She stays quiet, but you feel like the words that you’ve been wanting to say for a while now are finally bubbling to the surface with ease. “I…I’ve tried to break this off countless times, Isla. You can’t tell me you are ignoring that altogether. I’ve asked you multiple times to please find somewhere else to live.”

“You agreed that we would go on a break…”

“God Isla, don’t you remember that night? The night before I left… it was fucking 4AM, neither of us had slept, I was getting on a plane in like two hours… you were crying, I was crying, we were fighting horribly. I couldn’t even get out of my damn house unless I agreed to your terms,” you argued, recounting one of the worst nights of your entire life.

“So you seem to have forgotten that we had sex that night, too, huh?” she spouts. Fuck. You leaned back onto the wall, banging the outside of your fist against it.

“We slept together before the fight, Isla. Remember?”

“So how are you going to have sex with me, then tell me you want to break up in the same night?” she cries.

“We’ve gone through that exact scenario like ten times! It’s just… It just happens, I guess…!” you shake your head as the memory floods back. One thing that you and Isla never ever had a problem with was your sex life. Things could be rocky as hell between you, fights and arguments all over the place, but somehow, your bodies always craved each other when your hearts didn’t. It never made any sense. Mad sex happened often, but you never had make-up sex. It was always good, really really good, but toward the end, the love had faded and was replaced solely by your need for physical pleasure.

Half the time, when you found yourselves wrapped up in one another after a fight, you’d get the realization that the situation was completely unhealthy and an unnatural thing to do, but it was what it was. An endless cycle. She’d throw on her tears, and you’d fall for it. Every. Single. Time.

Until now. Well, the past couple of months, at least. You’d become so exhausted of your life with her that you could hardly live with yourself anymore. Sure, you still loved her, and still do, in some weird, fucked up way, but practicality and maturity had come into play lately, and you’d decided that if you were going to move forward with your life, you had to make a decision. And your decision didn’t include her.

“Jake,” her voice gets quiet and solemn again.

“What?” you fuss.

“Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me?”

Your head falls backward as you let your eyes roll. Of course you remember.

“Yeah, what about it?” you answer with annoyance.

“We had too many margaritas on our first date. Decided to walk home, took the scenic route, you were so giddy drunk you told me you loved me, right then and there in the middle of the street. On our first date. And… you didn’t even regret it the next morning,” she recounted that summer night some three-odd years ago.

You close your eyes… if only you knew then…

“Yeah. I remember,” you say, biting your lips.

“What changed?” Suddenly her tone feels sincere, like she wasn’t completely present for the downfall of your relationship.

You bite your cheeks in as you pace around the stall, avoiding the dirty tiles as the fluorescent light above you blinks on and off.

“I dunno, I guess we just… grew apart. Wanting different things… my life did a 180 really, really quickly…” you shy away from adding the part that you really want to say, that she turned into a whole different person than the one you fell in love with in the middle of the street that night. What once was the best thing that ever happened to you has turned into a person who only cares to be seen with you when there are fans taking pictures, or when she can show you off simply for the fame that you’ve acquired, not for the person that you actually are. “I grew up a lot, Isla. I want different things, now. And I’m sorry, I really, really am. How things have worked out…” You feel a lump begin to swell at the back of your throat as you hear her crying on the other end.

“You told me I was it for you…” she says after a few beats, sending your heart straight to your stomach again.

“I know. I know I did. But–”

“Do you love me at all anymore, Jake? Like, even just a little? Is there any chance that…” she sniffles.

You hold strong, though swallowing the lump in your throat is harder than you thought it’d be. “I don’t think that there is, Isla… I’m… we’ve been apart for so long now that I…I’ve realized things. Even more clearly than I did before…”

“So you’re just gonna throw everything away, all that we built together…I…I’m not willing to throw everything away, Jake…” Just as her sentence ends, your reception becomes spotty, and you hear her voice cut in and out.

“Isla, I can’t hear you. Hey…I don’t have good service… I’ll… Hello?” You hold your phone in the air as you watch your two bars go down to none, and the call hangs itself up.

“Fuck…” you breathe, feeling a flood of emotions taking over you. You hate this. You truly do. You hate lying to her. You hate lying to anyone in general, it’s not who you are. But in your mind, things were so far gone with Isla when you left, and you were so earth-shatteringly pissed off and tired of the back and forth, that you agreed to her “break” with the impression that she wouldn’t speak to you while you were gone. That she wouldn’t make an effort to know your every move, and would try to find herself somewhere else to live, so that way when you returned home, you could have your own space to recollect and cool off without her there. Only then could you finally discuss things like adults, cut your ties, and move on with your lives.

…But she just didn’t.

And you didn’t expect to feel so free without her hanging on your every action.

And you didn’t expect Y/N.

You shove the stall door open, finding none other than your twin sitting cross-legged on the countertop, his chin balanced on his fists.

“Fuck, Josh, you scared me. How long have you been–”

“Long enough. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I just…came to make sure you’re okay. You’ve been “peeing” for fifteen minutes, now,” he jokes, hopping off the counter. You both stand and stare at each other for a few seconds, and you can tell that he’s absorbing your pain, a little bit. Letting himself understand the predicament you’re in. “You’re really in a fucked up spot, aren’t you?”

You let out a sigh, turning to lean against the counter beside him. “Yeah. Yeah, fuck, I am.” You run your hand through your hair as you turn on the cold water, letting your hands sit underneath the running faucet before patting the icy water onto your eyes. “Guess this guilt trip is what I get for being too good of a person. I could tell Isla that I fucking hate her and I never want to see or hear from her ever again, block her number, and tell her to kick rocks. But…”

“But she still lives with you…” Josh finishes.

“Yeah. And I’m not home to kick her out onto the street. Not like I would, anyway…” you go on.

“You still have a soft spot for her, don’t you?” Josh asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

You shrug, not sure how to answer. “I don’t think it’s a soft spot. It’s… It’s more like, a habit. A normalcy. We’d become so accustomed to each other and our routines and patterns that we just… don’t really know how to separate. Does that make sense?”

Josh nods. “You’re saying ‘we’.

You shake your head as you flip the faucet off. “You know what I mean. This trip, this tour so far, has seriously put things into perspective for me. With my standpoint on things. But, it doesn’t make it any easier to face.”

Josh takes a deep breath as the two of you make your way to the door. “I get it. I get it… I think you should stick with your guns, though. I’ve never seen you so upbeat as you have been today. Not in a long while, at least. It’s like you’re finally free, or something.”

“Or it could be because I got my redemption with Y/N last night…” you counter.

“OHHHH did you?! Well, it all makes sense now!” he yells a little bit too loudly as you walk back through the hall to the stage. “Means you’re gonna be a fuckin’ animal on stage tonight, then, god damnit.”

The two of you laugh and shove each other’s bodies into the cold block walls, and the phone call with Isla suddenly falls to the very back of your mind, just as quickly as it had come.

HER POV

“Sure you’ve got all that?” Corri asks as she hands the staff and crew keycards.

“Yeah, I’ll just make a few trips, it’s no big deal!” you reply as you roll the guys’ suitcases into a corner to hide behind the front desk of the hotel.

“I’m so sorry, I’d help but I’ve gotta run…” she smiles and waves as she answers her phone, already in a hurry as she rushes back out the door.

“No worries!” you wave back as you sort out the key cards in your hand. You find the card for your own room first, deciding to go ahead and drop your own things off before worrying about theirs. Once inside, you make quick work of dropping all your bags onto the bed, taking notice of the view outside your window. You have to peek around the corner of the brick building to catch the tiniest glimpse of the Eiffel Tower, but still yet, the actual proximity of it is astounding. You feel a jolt of excitement run through you as you realize you’ll get to visit it soon. You snap a quick photo of it, sending it away to Ruth before heading back downstairs.

“Okay, Josh, you’re up first, sir. 603, 603…” You take the handle of his suitcase in your hand and make your way to the elevators again.

You make the multiple trips up and down to make sure the belongings are delivered safely. Jake’s things happen to be last up, and you laugh to yourself that it just happened to be that way. “412…” you mutter to yourself as you make your fourth and final trip up the elevators. As you wait for it to ascend, you take a second to look at his luggage, plain black and worn-in around the edges with an old brown leather keychain hanging from the handle. Attached to the keychain is what looks like the stringed remnants of what was once a white knotted bracelet of some kind, but the edges are so frayed and torn up that you can hardly tell if it was a bracelet or just a bunch of woven string.

The elevator dings, and you pull the last remaining card from your back pocket. You make your way down to room 412, using the card to open the heavy door in front of you. In the others’ rooms, you left the suitcases by the beds, but in Jake’s you take a second to lift it onto the shelf for him, turning it so all he will have to do is unzip, and flip it open. For a second, you contemplate snooping a little, but you’re scared that he would notice. Instead, you walk to the window, pulling the metal ball chain to open the blinds. The window goes from floor to ceiling, and after the blinds are pulled all the way, you can see the Tower in all its beauty, standing broad and proud in its entirety.

“Wow…” you breathe, pulling the window handle and realizing that it is in fact a sliding door to a small balcony.

Again, you pull your phone out and set it to a .5 zoom, able to get the entire tower in the frame. You attach the photo to a message to Jake.

You

11:49AM: Your view of the Eiffel Tower is a lot better than the view from my room, I must say…

You watch your phone for a minute or so before you see his text bubble pop up, sending excitement rolling through your nervous system.

Jake

11:51AM: So stay in mine tonight

“Oh my god…” you whisper as you feel your face get hot. You’re smiling like a giddy child, realizing that he wants to see you again. You wiggle your fingers above your phone as you decide on how to reply. Could this be becoming a regular thing? You want to lay it on heavy, because why not?

You

11:53AM: Already wanting round 3 this soon, hm?

Jake

11:54AM: And 4 and 5 and 6

You

11:54AM: You better be careful Jake, wouldn’t want to spoil yourself with too much of a good thing ;)

Jake

11:55AM: Baby haven’t you noticed I’m the overindulgent type?

11:55AM: Spoiling myself is what I do best

You feel your body getting heated as you realize he is really into you. He wants to indulge himself in you.

You

11:56AM: Didn’t realize I was this craveable to you

Jake

11:57AM: Like I said, hardly a clean thought in days

You slide your phone back into your pocket as you realize you have things to do today, and you can’t be spending your time borderline sexting with your boss. You fan away the redness from your face and close the blinds back up, heading back out into the hall.

As the door latches behind you, you notice Mia, Lyla, and Ty standing out in the hallway talking.

“Oh, hey girl!” Lyla says. “Thanks for getting all their stuff in the rooms, you off to fill the rider?” She crosses her arms across her chest as Mia dons a snarky smile, waiting for your answer all the same.

“Yep! Heading to the venue to get the print-off now, but we have a meeting first. What are you guys gonna do today?” You ask, trying to seem busy with digging around in your shoulder satchel.

“Mmm, I dunno…” Lyla goes on. “Maybe explore a little bit. Hey, did you manage to get everything for Josh last night? Saw you and Jake slide out of the hotel bar last night, then we never saw you again…” She shrugs her shoulders like she’s innocently asking, but you catch onto her antics quickly. You’d been noticing their suspicions for the past couple of days, and now they are out in full force. She looks to Mia who raises her eyebrows in question, as well.

“Yeah, you guys just… disappeared. Together.” Mia adds. You hear Ty scoff as he leans his shoulder on the wall.

You swallow hard as you readjust your stance. “Yeah, Josh gave me a list of things that he needed when he realized he was too intoxicated to make a trip down to the store, Dean stayed back to keep an eye out for you guys and that hoard of people standing by the exit. Jake was sober, so he walked with me. Then we split ways and went to our rooms,” you explain. You don’t really know why you’re lying to them, Jake even said he isn’t worried about getting into trouble… but why are they acting so interested in what you’re doing, anyway? It’s not their business…

Lyla and Mia both look at Ty for confirmation as he ignores the situation and scrolls his phone, giving them a small nod to let them know that yes, that was the story.

“Hm, cute,” Mia says, kicking her shoe into the carpet. “Hero Jake saves the day again. Things will change real quick when I–”

“They went to the store for me, okay?” Ty interrupts her. “I needed Pepto fucking Bismol, BAD, okay? Do you think I wanted to ask Dean for that?? That’s embarrassing as hell and I didn’t care that Jake knew. Fuck! You bitches are so nosy, I swear to god…” Ty scoffs again as he leans back onto the wall. “Can we go get breakfast now before I eat my fucking hand?”

Ty. Your hero.

Lyla furrows her brow together as she gives you a quick up-down. What is going on? What switched up all of a sudden? Yesterday, everything felt fine with them, now your gut is telling you that they’re indifferent toward you.

“Yep,” Lyla says. “Let’s go. See you later, Y/N? Meet up for lunch?” They don’t even wait for you to accept the offer before loading into the elevator one by one, leaving you standing in the empty hallway alone. You quickly catch eyes with Ty as the doors begin to close, and you watch as he winks at you, letting you know your suspicions of Mia and Lyla knowing your little secret are real.

But then again, their suspicions are very real, too.

—---

A little later, you all load into the van to head to the venue, and you know you will have exactly an hour after this meeting to hit the store and fill the rider before you need to be back for set-up. Your palms break out into a sweat as you realize today is going to be extra-rushed with the addition of the meeting that’s been sprung into the middle of things, but, the new security has arrived, and management wants them to meet with everyone before the show to do formal introductions.

“Hey, scoot over,” Ty says as he slides into the bench seat beside you, two paper coffee cups in hand. “I got you this, I don’t know what you like, so I just got you what I like,” he says, handing you the second cup.

“Oh my god, Ty, that’s so nice of you, thank you! You didn’t have to do that,” you gush, giving him a happy pout as you take the cup from his hand. He shrugs you off like it’s no big deal, adjusting himself in the seat as it pulls from the hotel parking lot. You can see why Josh is so taken with Ty, he’s the kind of guy that grabs your attention immediately, his relaxed body language and nonchalant attitude only add to his striking looks. His eyes are a bright green, almost like a peridot, and when he speaks, he hardly makes eye contact, always looking around as if he’s more nervous than he’s leading on. But then, his kindness shows up as confidence, making him all the more intriguing as a person.

“No big deal, I have two hands,” he laughs, pulling up the hood of his oversized black hoodie. You notice the white emblem on the front of it, a wild looking mess of pine trees and other designs with some type of words intertwined in the branches of the pines.

You take a sip of the hot coffee, the perfect balance of cream and sugar mixed with the bitter flavor of the drip. “Hey, what’s on your hoodie?” you ask.

His black fingernails yank down on the pocket of the hoodie, stretching out the material so you can get a better look. “Oh, this is my brother’s band. This hoodie is old as fuck…” he motions to the worn-in rips around the cuffs of the sleeves, and the tear in the pocket.

“Oh, cool! Are they still playing?” you ask.

“They still get together every now and then, but, they’ve mostly moved on with their lives. I used to design the merch and do their visuals and shit. Feels like a lifetime ago…” he goes on, taking a long drink of his coffee.

“That’s really neat, Ty. Do you miss doing that kind of thing?” you ask.

“Yeah, I do, actually. I went to school for graphic design, worked for a nightclub in college helping out the back of house mix and lights, just fucking around and learning. Their band used to play there a lot, kind of became their House band, I guess. It was wild times, really,” he reminisces, smiling to himself.

“So you are accustomed to how things work for Josh and the band, then, huh?” you say.

He nods. “Oh yeah. Definitely. Kinda miss it, honestly.”

“Is that how you met Josh?” you feel confident enough to ask.

He stifles a tight smile. “No. No, we met a long long time ago,” he sings. “Was a different lifetime, back then. Just happened to find him again at the right time…”

You smile at his story, knowing that now is not the time to press any further on the subject, so you decide to change it.

“Hey, thanks for… ya know. This morning, in the hall…” you nudge him in the arm and speak quietly as Mia and Lyla are sitting two rows ahead of you. “I–”

“You don’t have to thank me, babe. And you don’t have to explain anything, either,” he keeps his eyes trained straight ahead, speaking just above a whisper as his lips hit the lid of his coffee cup.

You nod, your mind traveling back to what Mia had said. ‘Things will change real quick…’ What did that even mean? You push it away, instead focusing on your job duties and going over the notes that were sent out in an email this morning. The van pulls into the venue backlot and parks in a corner away from view.

“Shit,” Paul exclaims from the front seat. “We’ve gotta hurry, or we’re gonna miss this meeting!” Everyone quickly makes their way into the building to gather for directions.

“See you later, ma,” Ty says as he rushes off toward the other van to find Josh.

“Yeah, thanks again for the coffee!” you answer. As you follow Paul, Wes, and Corri inside, you catch a quick glimpse of Jake grouped with the rest of the guys and their partners, and he flashes you the sweetest glance, holding it for just long enough to make your nerves swim.

A few rushed minutes later, you gather with the rest of management and a few members of the crew in a small room with a large table. “Can’t believe we made it on time,” Corri mumbles as she pulls her laptop from her bag. “That traffic was awful!”

Just then, Dean comes in the door, leading a group of two men and one woman behind him. You take them all in, realizing that these three must be the new security personnel. They all have a professional, focused demeanor, eyes already laser-focused on making eye contact with each person in the room.

“Morning, everyone! Sorry about throwing this meeting on you at the last minute, but our newest security has arrived a few days ahead of schedule, thankfully, and we wanted to introduce everyone,” Paul stands and addresses the room. “Dean?”

Dean steps forward as the other three stand behind him. “Good morning everyone, as most of you know, the band has asked us to add a few more bodies onto the security team, and luckily we were able to find this excellent outfit to spare their time to come to Europe with us. I just wanna thank Paul and Corri for finding them, and giving me a few extra sets of eyes while I do my job to the best of my ability… and I’m looking forward to working with them. So, Murph, take it away.”

You watch as the youngest of the three steps forward, a handsome, muscular man with a high and tight haircut and chinstrap beard. He’s not very tall, but taller than Dean, and his brown eyes are the first thing you take notice of. His arms are littered with tattoos that perfectly showcase his muscular build, disappearing beneath the sleeve of his shirt.

“Thank you Dean, hello everyone, uh my name’s Murph, I’m the lead of this particularly impressive group of individuals behind me. This is Sasha, and this is Monty. We’re very excited to be joining you all as we travel through Europe. Just a little bit about us, uh, each of us is highly trained in the field of security and guard, each of us has over ten years under our belts in this service. After various full careers, we’ve each trained at the same facility for the past, what, six years now?” he goes on, glancing behind him to his teammates. They nod.

“Dean will still be your head of operations, but the four of us will work hand-in-hand with the systems and protocols that Dean already has in place for your protection. We will be working closely with venue security to make sure everyone stays on the same page day-of. Our number one priority is safety and risk management, as well as emergency response plans to ensure that safety. We do realize that chaos is the nature of live events such as these shows, and that’s the name of the game, so we pride ourselves in being proactive, and we’ll appreciate your understanding of our protocols.”

Murph stands with his hands clasped together, hanging below his waist. You notice that he makes eye contact with everyone, and his demeanor is competent and experienced. He’s very well spoken but laid back, and he smiles at the end of every sentence. He seems sincere, like every bone in his body was formed to do this job, and he talks about his profession like he was born for it.

“Anyways, as time passes you’ll notice we are very much ‘no-questions-asked’, and our processes are strict and straight-forward. Uhm, we look forward to being here, and please, we don’t bite, we’re all friendly characters who look forward to meeting each and every one of you on this tour.” On his last word, his eyes land on you, giving you the slightest smirk.

Oh? Did you see that right? Did your mind make that up? He’s…oh.

Murph steps back in line with his cohorts as Corri follows up. “Thanks, Murph. We’re very excited to have you on board. Guys, any questions, comments?” She addresses the staff.

One gentleman from management that you aren’t very familiar with speaks up. “So I’m not sure any of us have had security follow us around so closely before… will you be accompanying us everywhere?”

Murph rubs his hand across his nose before he speaks again, leaning his arms down on the back of an empty chair. You watch as his pecs and biceps flex under his tight black t-shirt, sending your heart rate into a frenzy. Fuck, he is HOT.

“Good question, uhm, it’s not our intention to make you feel like you’re being followed by us, please understand. Dean is only one guy, and while I’m more than positive he does his job extremely well, we’re here to quadruple his efforts. So no, we will not escort every person to every outing, or whatever the case may be, our sights will be set on the band members of course, given their faces will be the ones standing out in the crowds. We’ve been specially trained in crowd and fan control, which again will be our main concerns. But please, if you at any time feel unsafe or want an extra set of eyes in any particular place, we are a phone call away. At all times. Please just know we are simply doing what we’re hired to do,” he finishes.

Your heart is beating fast. Why is your heart beating fast? Like really fast… it needs to stop. Slow down. You realize after a few seconds of staring at his lips and the way his jaw moves that you have absolutely no fucking idea what he just said. Shit. Shittttttt. No. Did he have an accent? He had an accent, you think. Southern, maybe? Don’t know, but there was a little bit of a drawl…

“Ok! Well if no one else has any questions, guess we can all get to it! Busy day today everyone, I’ve emailed you all Murph, Sasha, and Monty’s contact info, please feel free to call or text them if you need anything at all. They will also stay on channel 5 of your walkies,” Paul says as he stands from the table. You shake away your intrusive thoughts that came out of fucking nowhere as everyone around you stands and makes their way to the door.

As you stand, you feel light-headed, like you are dizzy, standing on a rocking boat in the middle of the ocean. Did you just swoon? Over a man you don’t know? His assertiveness, his no-nonsense attitude laced with some type of hospitality you’ve never encountered before… his…muscles…

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, letting the feeling pull you back to reality. As your eyes scan the screen a warm feeling fills your chest, and pushes away the swirling floaty feeling.

‘Jake Added A Song to Your Shared Playlist: 🐥’

You can’t help the smile pulling across your face, quickly biting your lips together as you tap on the notification. The playlist loads as you scroll to the bottom, seeing the song he added only minutes ago, ‘Thinking About You’ by Beck.

He’s thinking about you. About last night…

Your brain steers you on autopilot as you walk down the hall, your mind replaying each and every glorious moment from last night on repeat. Every touch, every sound. You let out a sigh as you stop and lean against the cool white brick wall, deciding that if you were going to make your move, it had to be now or never. You quickly type in the song title, smirking a little as you find the song you’re looking for.

You add ‘Here I Am (Come And Take Me)’ by Al Green to the playlist, hoping you aren’t being too forward with your intentions. There is nothing more that you want than for him to do exactly that.

“Y/N, did you want me to come with you to the market or do you think you’ve got it?” Paul asks, seemingly frazzled and rushing around.

“Oh, um, I’ve got it!” you answer, trying your best to get back into a professional headspace.

“Great, let me know!” he smiles, zipping off in the blink of an eye.

Your phone buzzes in your hand, this time a text is the reason behind your grin.

Jake

1:07PM: You know, at night they light up the Eiffel Tower…

You

1:08PM: Oh do they?

Jake

1:09PM: Sure do, it’s pretty.

You

1:10PM: Maybe I’ll see it while we’re here…

Jake

1:11PM: Or, you could see it tonight, with me.

You

1:12PM: I’m guessing that invitation is still standing?

Jake

1:13PM: Consider it an open invitation, indefinitely.

You

1:14PM: I’ll keep it in mind. ;)

You shove your phone back into your pocket before he can respond again, making your way towards the greenroom to check on the status of the venue provided items before you head out to the market. Your eyes glance around the hallway, looking for any sign of the new security detail, wanting one more look at the new faces.

You make it into the greenroom finding everyone hanging around before soundcheck starts. A bluetooth speaker is playing music in the corner that Daniel seems to be in control of, laughing as Sam throws something at him and tells him to change it. You meet eyes with Jake for just a brief second as you make your way over to the food table, looking away from him quickly. You nod your head along to the song playing as you organize the drinks the venue staff brought, making your mental list of items to pick up. You check the time on your phone and know you need to get moving, knowing they will be ready for some food by the time sound check is over.

You grab your purse from the floor and sling it over your shoulder, catching Jake’s eyes again as they are locked in on you from the couch he is sitting on. An acoustic guitar is slung over his body, his fingers tinkling away at the strings as he attempts to play along with whatever song is playing on the speaker. His eyes don’t leave you though, and you can tell that they haven’t since the second you walked into the room. A tiny smile pulls up the corner of his mouth, his fingers still moving rapidly over the strings. Your eyes flick over to watch them work for just a moment before meeting his eyes again. He lifts his brow as his smile grows and you feel your chest growing warm from just one look.

Josh breaks the tension by standing up and announcing that it was time for soundcheck. Jake’s eyes finally break away from yours, sitting up and placing the guitar on the couch next to him. You turn away and walk to the other side of the room to check the coolers for ice, finding that thankfully they were already filled. The guys start to make their way out of the room, everything growing quieter as the room empties. You notice that Jake is taking his time to make it to the door, lagging behind until the two of you are the only ones left. You swallow nervously as he walks towards you, both hands in his pockets.

His eyes meet your purse that is hanging over your shoulder, biting his lips together. “Going somewhere?”

You smile and kick your boot against the floor, “Yeah, this band I work with is sending me on a wild goose chase through Paris for snacks.”

“And liquor,” he taunts, his eyes locking in on yours. “Definitely don’t forget the liquor.”

“Yeah, I better double check my list, wouldn’t want to make my boss mad,” you say, raising a brow. You know he doesn’t like it when you call him that, but you’re willing to push him a little.

“Your boss, huh…�� he pauses, bringing his hand out of his pocket. He lazily swipes his fingers over his lips before dropping his hand and grabbing yours.

“Call me your boss again and I will show you what it looks like when I’m mad,” he smirks.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you ask, feeling the warmth of his hand as his fingers trail up your arm. Your phone starts to ring in your purse, a call coming at possibly the worst time.

A hum leaves his chest as he nods his head, “It’s both, but I think you know that, don’t you baby...”

You smirk at him as you pull your phone from your purse, seeing Ruth’s name lighting up the screen.

“It’s Ruth, I should take this. I’ve had a hard time staying in touch with her with the time difference,” you start, feeling his hand grip into your bicep before letting go.

“Take it, I gotta run anyway,” he laughs, giving you a sweet smile. “Tell her I say hello, and don’t do me too dirty on the recap,” he finishes with a wink. With that, he is disappearing out of the door with a final look over his shoulder. You stand rooted in place as you slide your finger across the screen, answering the call.

“Um, he–hello…” you answer, positively frozen, still unable to move.

“Hello? Y/N?” Ruth says.

“Yeah, yeah I’m here, I just– I… I’m walking to the store to get some snacks. I just had a little moment there for a second right as you called. I’m good now,” you answer, pushing through the door and heading for the venue exit.

“Oh, what’s up, you okay? Did I interrupt? Is this a bad time? I just poured a glass of wine and sat down on my couch. I wanted to listen to you yap so I don’t have to think about my own sad miserable life. Did you give the sexy guitar man another shot in the sack or what? Please, feed me, I’m dyin’ over here!”

You laugh as you shake your head clear, “Ruthie, babe, go grab the bottle, because we’ve got a lot of ground to cover and I’ve got twenty-five minutes.”

—

JAKE POV

Josh was right. Josh was so right.

You feel animalistic on stage tonight, like your comfort level is at an all-time high with no fear or apprehension for what could happen. Sometimes these moods will hit you out of nowhere, like an unexpected bout of giddiness and raw connection to your instrument that you let shine through in your performances. But Josh learned a long, long time ago that nine times out of ten, when you get into these moods, it’s because you had a particularly good night the evening before.

You know she is watching you. You can feel her eyes on you. Sure, the thousands of other fans in the arena are eyeing you all the same, but the fact that she knows she gets to spend the night in your bed tonight makes your dirty thoughts rush with a little more fervor, and your efforts to show out become a little more pointed.

You glance to your left and see her standing in the wings, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her tight black jeans, one eyebrow cocked as her expression contorts into a sarcastic look of intrigue. She knows exactly what you’re doing. And you’re not afraid to keep it going. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t overly excited for what your night will hold as soon as you can get her in your bed again. The thoughts are all-encompassing, but you channel them, lasering in on concentrating on the show.

The amount of times the eye contact with her has happened tonight should be a bit concerning, honestly, but you don’t mind it. You flourish in knowing you’re taking up space in her mind, too.

The second you catch her singing along to one of your songs out of the corner of your eye, you almost break in half. You hadn’t really talked about your music with her yet. You should have, but…how do you even bring that up? But also, she hadn’t asked, really. But there she was, singing along to Fate of the Faithful.

Interesting…this one is at the top of your list, too.

She didn’t see you notice her mumbling the words and nodding her head along, but damned if it didn’t make your dick throb. You smirk, telling yourself you’ve only got two more songs until encore, and you were going to take advantage of that time if it killed you.

The seconds tick by as you finish out The Archer, and as soon as the lights go down, you kick off the necessary pedals and rip your guitar strap off, shoving your guitar into the trusted hands of your tech.

The hallways are dark backstage, and the atmosphere almost feels eerie as you can hear your heartbeat in your ears, still half-deaf from the volume of your amps. You’ve got approximately six minutes. Where is she?

You pace the hall to the green room, out of breath and covered in sweat as you search for her, your eyes darting left and right as you pass by staff in the dark, crowded hallways. Where are you, baby? You feel your chest heaving up and down as you maintain your breath, trying to slow it back down when you know that within seconds, it will be picking back up again, if only you could find her…

Suddenly you spot her, keeping her hands busy at a random table. She has her back to you, so you place a strong hand on her shoulder, lightly squeezing but whipping her around to face you. She’s surprised at first, but then her face softens when she realizes it’s you.

“Jake, what are you—“ You cut her off with a quick ‘shh’, checking your surroundings to make sure there is no one around to watch you take her hand and pull her away, walking fast down the hall until you find a room that will suffice. “Where are we going?” you hear her.

The jam room. Perfect.

You burst through the door knowing that there is no chance at all anyone will be in here, but you double check just in case. Your heart is still pounding in your ears; just the feeling of her hand in yours is sending your mind down an unforgivable path. You close and lock the door behind you. Five minutes.

“Jake!!!” She says your name a little louder now, grabbing your attention for real this time. You grab both of her shoulders, her body stiffening under your touch. You slowly back her against the door, pressing your hips into hers. You hear her gasp, her hands immediately grabbing at your bent elbows. You’re craving her so badly you can hardly stand it, so you push her a little harder, attaching your lips to the sensitive skin of her neck.

She moans a little giggle into your ear as you feel her body respond to your touch. “You’re crazy, Jake! It’s almost encore—“

“You don’t think I fucking know that, Y/N?” you growl, running your tongue up the side of her neck. “Couldn’t wait another second. Needed to taste you.” You surprise yourself, even, with your own display of need. But she isn’t arguing, in fact, she’s already gripping at the seams of your sweat-soaked jacket.

“Taste me… taste me?” she purrs, “We definitely don’t have time for that, now, Jacob…”

Four minutes.

“Huh-uh. Not that. Just like this…” You crash your lips onto hers, her hands now reaching under your jacket and gripping into your skin. This is all you want, to taste her. Kiss her…lose yourself in the rush of her. It’s heated and sloppy, but she’s kissing you back, and you aren’t going to waste one second of this precious time.

For a second you worry that the marks of her nails scratching against your already blood-stimulated skin will be obvious to the audience, but you really don’t fucking care, at this point. You’re ravenous for her, and from the feel of things, she is for you, too. Her tongue delves deep into your mouth as you pull her hips into you, grinding yourself against her. Her hands drift down to your waistline, her fingertips barely sneaking underneath as she skims the hem.

“Ah ah, baby. Not that far. I’ve gotta go face ten thousand people,” you say, knowing that the situation in your pants is already on its way to being blatantly obvious to the naked eye. She whines into a kiss, her lips still breathlessly pulsing against you.

Three minutes.

“Then why’d you pull me back here, huh? You’re a fuckin’ tease…” she says, her words making your situation a million times worse.

“I’m the tease?” you pant. “Ho ho, you’re sadly mistaken, sweetheart. That’s the pot calling the kettle black.”

Her fingers knead into your lower back as you tighten your jaw, her head tilting back against the door.

“Oh, yeah? ‘N why is that?”

“You left me a gift in my hotel room, don’t you remember?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow.

She shakes her head once. “A gift? I— no…”

“Mhm. You did. You sneaky little thing, probably didn’t even mean to, did you?” you retort. You slyly reach your hand to your chest, nimbly sliding your fingers into the small pocket sewn to the inside of your jacket. Still right where you put it, you pull out the red lace thong, letting it dangle off of your extended middle finger.

Her face goes stark white. “Oh my god…” she whispers.

“Mhm. So tell me baby, did you leave it on purpose, or did you just conveniently not even notice you left my room that morning without any panties on?” you press confidently, watching her face turn from ghost white to crimson red. You love it when she blushes.

She swallows and regains her composure, but you know she’s falling apart just the same as you are. You jut your hips into her again as she stutters over her words.

Two minutes…

“Answer me, baby…”

“I—I don’t remember, I guess I kicked them to the floor and forgot to—“ she struggles to understand and remember how she could have possibly walked out of your room half naked. “Jake, in your pick pocket? Are you insane? You could have dropped it on stage…”

You smirk again at her underestimation. “No, I wouldn’t have. My fingers are a bit more adept than you think they are, I suppose,” the double entendres obvious in your tone. “I’ll remind you of that, later.” You bite your bottom lip in between your teeth as it starts to hit you that you’ve got to walk back soon. Or run, actually. “Wanted to keep it safe and sound, right here,” you pat your hand against the pocket. “But, here you go, you can have it back. So that I can see it in action again.” You grip her wrist and turn her palm up, flipping her hand to place the thong into her grasp.

You grab her face and press one more quick, heated kiss to her lips as you feel the time closing in around you. You turn and reach for the door handle, peeking outside to make sure the coast is clear. You begin to make moves to go, before you hear her voice strangled and weak behind you.

“Jake, wait,” she spouts, pulling your hand to make you face her again. She rolls up the red lace tightly in her hand and yanks you back to her by your lapels. She stuffs the thong back into your pick pocket before shoving you away from her again.

“Finders keepers.”

——

“Damn if there weren’t some creative signs in the crowd tonight, eh?” Josh pokes his elbow into your shoulder as he sits beside you on the arm of the couch. You wince a laugh as you remember a few of them.

“Paris is the City of Love!” you cock an eyebrow as you chug an ice cold bottle of water.

“No, stupid, it’s the City of Lights,” Sam butts in. “Gas street lamps before there was electricity… ya know…”

“Nobody fuckin’ asked you, Samuel,” you wave your hand at him. “No, sorry I didn’t do a full research dissertation on the city of Paris before we got here,” you click your tongue as you stand from the couch and walk toward your backpack.

Danny busts through the door as he begins ripping the silver chainmaille-like overlay from his body. “Jake, I swear to god if you keep singing like that on B stage I might actually be forced to like the idea of your new band,” he says, making your face flame.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever…” you say as you remove your own jacket.

“He was flat as fuck, what do you mean, Daniel?” Josh yells.

“I’m serious, you sound really good, man. I haven’t heard you sing like that since we were in the garage that one time and Josh got too high and passed out.”

“That happened once, thank you very much. And I woke right back up as soon as I heard him disrespecting my microphone like that,” Josh says. You smirk at the memory as you unzip your bag, pulling a fresh set of wrinkled clothes from it. You decide to keep your mouth shut as you listen to them bicker.

“Uh, I recall that happening many times, actually…” Sam adds. “Because that one time Mom came barreling into the garage and sat down and listened because she didn’t know who was out here that wasn’t Josh.”

“Yep,” Danny agrees. “Fuck, that was a long time ago. Anyways. Sound good, man.” Danny claps a hand to your shoulder as you purse your lips.

“Thanks,” you reply. You really wish someone would change the subject.

“Hey, did you see Murph and his teammates absolutely fucking patrolling the crowd tonight?” Sam says. “That guy is seriously no nonsense, isn’t he?”

“Shh, he’s literally standing outside the door like the fucking King’s Guard,” Danny whispers as he laughs.

“Is he really?!” Sam exclaims. “Wow…”

“Hey, we need to initiate them…” Josh adds, flipping an empty water bottle into the air as he picks at the rhinestones on his face.

“Fuck, yeah we do, don’t we?” you say. “Josh, find us a spot.”

“Already way ahead of you, brother.” He grabs his phone off the couch and pulls up the screen, walking over to show you. “Seven blocks away.”

“Aha, perfect. Let’s do it,” you say as Josh flips through the Google photos and Yelp reviews.

You wonder where Y/N has journeyed off to, most likely somewhere with Wes or Paul. Your mind flashes back to just a little while ago in the jam room, and thankfully, your little heated escape was enough to tide you over long enough to get your head back on straight.

“Daniel. Go alert the new knight in shining armor that we’re moving in twenty minutes,” Josh says, and Danny responds with a double thumbs-up.

—--

Y/N

11:59PM: Where did you run off to, Mr. Pickpocket?

You smile at your phone as you lean your elbows up on the high-top table of the bar, waiting for Josh to return with your drinks.

You

12:00AM: Place called Barracuda’s. You coming?

Y/N

12:01AM: Mmm, might make it. Ty stayed back to help me, again. Why is he so nice to me?

You

12:02AM: He really likes you, from what I hear 🙂

Y/N

12:02AM: You guys talk about me…?

You

12:03AM: Only good things. Don’t worry. See you soon

Just as you wrap up your conversation with her, Josh returns to the table with two cocktails. He pulls the straw from the drink and empties the contents from it into his mouth.

“Thank you,” you say, removing your straw after giving it a little stir, taking a large swig of the rather strong drink.

“She coming out?” he asks under his breath.

You shrug, glancing back to the bar at Lyla and Mia. “Think so, we’ll see.”

“Where did you disappear to before encore? I usually pass you at the urinals,” he says, keeping his voice low.

“You don’t have to guess, Josh,” you smirk, tilting an eyebrow to him. He laughs, catching the attention of Murph from across the bar and inviting him to come over to your table.

“Hot and heavy, huh? Listen, you know I was just kidding in the green room earlier. Giving you shit. You really do sound phenomenal,” he says as he takes another sip.

“Ah, s’alright, I guess,” you shy away, still feeling indifferent about singing in front of a crowd like that. The thought of soon having to do it without the help of your brothers sends a shockwave of nerves through your stomach, but, the comfort comes more and more as the days go on.

“Murph! My man, how was the night? Everything go accordingly?” Josh changes the subject as soon as Murph joins your table. He leans down, letting out a sigh.

“Think so, you tell me! Everything felt stout on our end, no hiccups or miscomms…” he shrugs his shoulders as he nods.

“Excellent! No yeah, Dean looked a lot more at ease tonight, so we really appreciate it,” Josh agrees as he places a harsh pat on Murph’s shoulder.

You extend your hand to him, realizing that you had not yet had a formal introduction. “I’m Jake, nice to finally meet you,” you say as he shakes your hand. “Really appreciate you coming on board on such short notice with us.”

Murph stands back up and swivels his head, clapping his hands across his biceps. “Absolutely, man. We’re thankful to be here. This is my third tour of Europe, actually. Was in this very bar not a year ago,” he laughs, and you can feel a natural sincerity radiating from him.

“Really!” you exclaim as you watch him step behind Josh and move to the wall side of the table.

“Sorry, I like to be able to see the door. Yeah! Love it over here, feels so much different than home, but. Traveling the world is what I know best,” he explains.

“Guess we’ve got that in common, huh?” you say, sipping your drink.

Just then Dean joins your table, sharing quick hellos with everyone.

“Sounds like the evening went smoothly for you, Dean?” you ask.

“It did, Mr. Jake. These guys know their shit. I’m really happy about the additions,” Dean says. “That first night here with the runner still has me feeling guilty, I’m not gonna lie.”

“What happened?” Murph perks up. “If you don’t mind…”

“Of course not,” Dean begins to explain. “She left late one night for an errand, decided to stop for a late dinner in a pub, some jackass decided to make her his main goal of the evening, if you catch me. Got a little too close for comfort, she hadn’t gotten my contact yet, so Jake here went and found her kind of caught up in the ropes of a very uncomfortable situation that could have gone awry. I should have been there, but. All ended well. She was shaken up, from what I could tell.” Dean shakes his head at the memory.

You nod in agreement. “She was, but, all good. Glad we made the decision to add you guys on to the team.”

Murph nods as he finds Sasha and Monty in the corner, nodding their way as he hand signals something to them.

“That’s what we’re here for. Here to help,” he says.

“You coming to see the Tower with us tomorrow?” Josh asks.

Murph gives him a sarcastic grin. “Kinda have to, don’t I?”

“Well shit, Murph, if you don’t like us just say it,” you tease, playfully slamming your palm on the table.

Just then a loud ruckus erupts from the bar as you notice Danny and Sam yelling and laughing with Mia and Lyla. Dean steps away to continue his patrol.

Josh leans back across the table. “Murph, let us get you a shot. What’s your poison?”

Murph raises his hand as he politely declines. “Ah, I appreciate it, man, but no thanks. I only allow myself one beer for the whole night, and it’s been gone five minutes.”

“Ahh, not even one?” you press. “Come on…”

“Thanks gents, but I’ve got a job to do. You may be off work but my job is just starting,” Murph says, glancing at his watch. “Nice to finally meet you guys, I’ll pop back over in a bit.” He pats you both on the shoulders and drifts off again into the sea of people.

It’s quiet for a second as you and Josh sip at your drinks. “He passes,” Josh says.

“Yup. Flying colors.”

Just then you watch as Y/N pokes through the door, Corri and Paul on her tail. The two of you are quickly becoming accustomed to finding each other’s eyes in a crowd, as you are the very first person she sees when she walks in. Your stomach falls to your feet as you take her in… hair a mess from the busyness of the night, but still just as gorgeous as ever.

You step to the bar to order another round, adding on one Tito’s and sprite for her. Extra lime. After the bartender brings your drinks back to you, you step back over with Josh, waiting for her drink to be delivered to her. When she finally gets it, you watch as she shoots you a disapproving but playful glare from across the crowd, shaking her head and rolling her eyes as she sips it anyway.

“Talk to Isla any more after that big blow up?” Josh asks.

“No. Not at all,” you mumble. “Thank god.”

“Hm. Maybe she caught on finally.”

“Doubt it,” you disagree, feeling that strange guilty twinge in your gut again.

A while later, you and Josh are mingling with the other guys and some of the crew as you feel the night becoming heavy and the liquor swirling in your bloodstream. Spirits are high, and you really like to think that the added security has put everyone a little more at ease, knowing that letting loose and relaxing feels easier now.

You split from Josh and find a seat at the bar next to Danny and Murph, interrupting their conversation about some TV show they are both binging. You try to listen in, but your attention is pulled away as you catch sight of Y/N finally making her way through the crowd, stopping and giving quick hellos to everyone as she walks by. You can tell her drink has been refilled, and her eyes pop to you every few seconds as she gets nearer.

“Hey guys,” she finally says as she approaches you. Danny turns back around and stands from his seat, offering it to her.

“How’s it going?” you ask, patting the seat cover for her to join you and Murph.

“Good, the drinks here are really strong,” she laughs as she takes her seat, pulling the lime from the side of her glass and bringing it between her teeth. You watch as she licks her lips, hoping that you’ll be able to taste it on her later.

HER POV

You rest your chin on your fist as you listen to Jake and Murph talk. You know you must look positively enamored hanging on every word that flows between the two of them. You decide right then and there that you could listen to Jake talk forever, but even more you could watch Murph talk forever. Something about the two of them interacting has your blood pumping a little harder, and your skin growing warm. Jake’s eyes flick over to yours every couple of seconds, a small barely noticeable smile turning the corners of his mouth as he continues with his conversation. You really don’t have anything to add to it, but you are happy to be here, listening to them talk.

Jake’s hand moves from his lap, his fingers gliding up and down your leg sending a chill up your spine. He moves them back to his own leg, touching you just enough to let you know he still wants you here, next to him. You grab your drink and take a sip from the tiny black straw, letting the lime flavored bubbles sweep over your tongue.

You feel your purse start to buzz next to you, quickly pulling you from your blissful bubble. As you fish it out of your bag you see that Wes is calling, and you know it has to be important since he is still at the venue.

“Hey, I’m gonna go take this, I’ll be right back, okay?” you say, turning towards Jake.

His eyes glance to the screen, “Well, here, why don’t I just come with you.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. It will only be a second. Promise. Stay, you guys keep talking,” you offer.

He purses his lips together and nods his head, his eyes telling you that he will be waiting for you.

You scurry out the door of the bar as you answer the call, finding a fairly crowded patio with space heaters. “Hey Wes, what’s up?”

“Hey, sorry to bother you, I know you’re out, but do you know where the second venue cooler went? It’s not in the greenroom or the jam room.”

You furrow your brow, vaguely remembering watching it walk out the door today. “I think that Jeremy from sound might have taken it back with his crew. I would also check the rigging crew room, stuff always seems to find its way in there,” you answer.

You can hear him making his way around the venue, likely doing his final sign offs before they leave.

“Ah! Here it is! Thanks so much, Y/N! Enjoy your day off tomorrow!” he says.

“No problem, you too! Call me if you need anything!” you offer.

“Will do, bye!”

You let out a sigh, happy that you were able to help him locate an item that definitely falls under your responsibility. You put your phone in your back pocket and turn around to head back inside, only to find that Murph is standing at the door with his eyes on you turning his hat from front to back on his head.

You straighten your shoulders a little as you walk towards him, feeling confident thanks to the alcohol in your system.

“You didn’t need to follow me out here, you know…”

You see him smirk a little and lick his lips before he speaks, “Actually, I did.”

You look around at the people near you before turning back to him, “I don’t think anyone out here is really a threat, do you?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I’ve been in this exact bar once, don’t care for a repeat of what happened last time I was here.”

“And that was?”

“A story for another time,” he winks.

“Well, I don’t know what they told you, but I’m really not as fragile as they think I am,” you add.

He grabs the door handle and motions for you to walk through, “That’s not something I’m willing to take a chance on. I don’t think women should have to go anywhere alone, especially pretty ones.”

You feel your heart pound in your chest at his admission, and you can barely feel yourself moving through the doorway.

“Pretty, huh?” you smile, looking back at him over your shoulder. A smile is on his own face as he nods gently.

“Very,” he confirms, causing your face to blush bright red just as you step up to the table.

Jake takes in the sight of you with a questioning look, letting his eyes flick over to Murph then back to you. Murph returns to his seat looking completely unphased, as if he didn't just openly flirt with you.

“All good?” Jake asks, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

You let your hand land on his thigh as your head leans into his lips, “Yeah, perfect.”

His eyes linger on you for a touch longer than usual, his hand brushing yours as it sits on his leg. He leans over letting his lips brush your ear, “I think I’m ready to head back…”

“Are you?” you taunt.

“You joining me?” he asks.

“Is this my formal invitation?” you answer.

“Meet me up front in five,” he replies.

He turns back to the group talking, announcing that he is going to head back to the hotel but no one takes him up on his offer to leave.

“Would you like me to walk you, brother?” Murph asks, “I’m more than happy to.”

“I’ll grab Dean, but thanks man. Appreciate it,” Jake answers, giving him a courteous nod.

He slides out of his seat and bids everyone a good evening, giving you a special look that tells you he will be waiting for you.

You know it will look suspicious, but you also know that you should make your getaway before the others come back to the table. You wait a few minutes and tell Josh and Murph that you are also going to head out for the night, neither of them really putting the pieces together, or so you think.

As you walk through the front door you see Jake, finishing out the last drag of a blunt, blowing the smoke up to the sky.

“Hey beautiful,” his voice is gravely and deep as you step up to him.

He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours as the two of you begin to walk back in the direction of your hotel.

“Remember the first time you walked me back to the hotel?” you ask, calling on the memory of just a few short nights ago.

“Sure do, kissed you in that restaurant and I’ve been a goner since,” he laughs, “Took everything in me not to kiss you again at your door.”

“You could’ve, you know, if you wanted to,” you tease.

“I think things turned out okay, hmm?” he growls, gripping your hand a little tighter.

The two of you make the short walk back to the hotel, dashing into the elevator before you’re seen by prying eyes. He presses the button for his floor, letting the elevator climb until the doors spring open with a ding.

He starts to lead you to his room, stopping short and turning around, “Actually, I’m gonna grab something from the vending machine. Would you like anything?”

“Ummmm…No, I think I’m okay, just ready to take these shoes off,” you giggle.

He hands you his room key, and nods for you to go ahead, “Just flip the latch for me, yeah?”

You nod and head down the hallway, watching him over your shoulder as he disappears around a corner.

You tap his keycard to the door and step inside, finding it exactly how you left it. You toss your things onto the small chair in the corner, walking over to the window to take in the stunning view. He was right, it is pretty at night.

A minute or two later you hear him sliding into the room, shutting the door and locking it behind him. His arms are full as he deposits everything onto the dresser, taking in the room for the first time since he’d arrived in Paris.

“S’nice room,” he mutters, walking over towards you. His hands slide around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder. His gaze finds the tower, lit and sparkling in the night. “Gonna take you there tomorrow.”

“Oh, are you?” you ask.

“Mhmm, if you’ll let me,” he pauses, “Gotta see it the right way.”

“What exactly is the right way?” you tease.

“With me. Obviously,” he goads.

You spin in his arms, facing him now. “Obviously.”

His hand slides up your body, coming to rest at the side of your neck as he leans forward pressing his lips to yours. Your arms circle him, deepening the kiss as you pull him closer letting your tongue slide against his. He tastes of alcohol and tobacco, a flavor you are becoming more and more fond of with each passing day. He backs you up against the window, placing his palms against the glass to box you in. His mouth never leaves yours, hot and desperate as his knee moves to part your legs. Your hands grip into his waist as you pull him closer, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

It’s not long until you are pushing his shirt off of his arms and tugging on the waistband of his pants, his hands undressing you in much the same fashion. Your bare ass is pressed to the glass window, only your bra left and his boxers. Deciding not to give the people of Paris a show, you push away from the window and walk him backwards to the bed, your lips still locked with his.

A growl leaves his chest as you push him backwards, crawling across the bed over top of him. His hands find the clasp of your bra, unfastening it and quickly pulling it from your arms. His head cranes upward to take your nipple into his mouth, his hands pressing your hips down into his groin. His thumbs massage circles into the crease of your hips as you start to roll them against him, feeling his hot tongue lapping at your chest.

“Can’t believe you played that whole show with my thong in your pocket,” you whine.

He pulls his mouth away from you, “Mmm, my good luck charm.”

“You’re depraved,” you tease, feeling his length fully hard beneath his boxers. You roll your hips over him, eliciting a groan from his chest.

“Fuck, baby… Been hard for you all fuckin’ night.”

“Yeah? You want me, Jake?” you ask, delivering a harder roll into his groin.

“Yeah I fucking want you,” he says, flipping the two of you over until you’re settled on your back. “And I didn’t like you being all flushed when you came back into the bar tonight, the fucks’ all that about, huh?” he pauses, giving you a playful raise of his brow.

So he did pick up on it.

“Why? Are you feeling a little territorial? A little jealous?” you tease.

“No, I’m not a jealous man, but I like being the one to make you blush,” he pauses, dropping his lips to your neck, “And the one to make you whine and scream,” he nips at your skin, “And the one to leave you flustered and breathless.”

“So do it then, Jacob,” you counter.

He raises his brow at you again, giving you a playful smirk as he pushes up off the bed and kicks his boxers to the floor. He looks around the room for his suitcase before stopping at looking at you sprawled out on his bed.

“You on the pill or the shot or anything?” he asks.

“I’m on the pill,” you answer. “You don’t need to–”

“Thank fuck,” he growls moving back towards the bed. He runs his hand up your bare leg letting his lips meet yours again. You reach between you, grabbing his length as it hangs between the two of you. He is fully hard and warm to the touch, his blood pumping furiously as your fingers feel his pulse in his veins.

“I want you like this,” he breathes, lowering his hips as you position the tip of his cock to your entrance. He fists himself at the base, taking over control from you as you move your arms to rest over your head. You stare up at him, brow furrowed in concentration as he swipes his tip through your wetness.

“God, fuck, you’re so hot sometimes I can’t stand it.”

“You’re one to talk, I have to watch you on stage every night,” you tease, bucking your hips up.

“Patience, I’m getting there,” he says, teasing you with the tip as he presses in just slightly. “You like watching me on stage, baby?”

He presses in a little further, the unshielded warmth of his bare cock making your head spin.

“So sexy,” you whine, “So sweaty.”

“Feels fuckin’ good up there, but feels better, here,” he says, pressing in completely. He stops for a moment, letting you adjust to him, both of you reveling in the feeling of each other without the barrier of a condom.

“So much fuckin’ better here,” he breathes.

You open your legs further to allow his hips room to move as he pulls back with a groan. He slams his hips back into you, his eyes locked in on yours. He hooks his hand under your knee and pulls your leg up around his hip. “Keep it there for me, okay?”

You nod as he starts to move his hips at a consistent pace, bracing himself on one hand as the other hand grips into the flesh of your ass. He uses it as leverage to pull you into each thrust, hitting you harder and deeper with every stroke.

“You’re sinfully wet sweetheart,” he growls, his skin slapping into yours. “Almost feels too good.”

“So warm, so fuckin’ tight,” he continues, “Look out the window, look at that pretty view while I look at mine.”

You turn your head as he instructs, seeing a slightly obstructed view of the tower from the window. You can feel his eyes on you, studying you with every perfectly delivered thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, Jake…” you whine, tightening around him.

“Oh Jesus, fuck me, do that again,” he begs, a hot breath against your chest.

You twist your hips as you clench around him, earning a groan from his chest.

“Goddamn, Y/N,” he pants. “Actually, flip over, face the window, want you to see it all.”

He pulls out of you and you flip to your stomach, feeling his hands as they grip into your hips to pull you up on all fours.

“Yeah, baby, goddamn just like this, arch your back a little.” He pauses, running his fingers up your spine. “Yeah, yeah, good girl.”

You feel him press back into you, this angle much deeper and gives him more leverage. He uses it to his advantage as he slams into the back of you, the tinkling of the coins around his neck echoing through the room. You feel a drop of sweat as it drips from his face, sliding over the curve of your ass. You turn to look back at him, a sweating mess of pure sex. His skin is flushed pink and his hair is stuck to his neck as he grazes your cervix with each stroke of his hips. You can feel yourself getting close, and you’re sure he can feel the fluttering as you clench around him.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” he asks, breathless.

“So good baby, I’m so close, I need it,” you whine.

“Head forward, look at the pretty view, baby,” he says, pushing your face forward and grabbing a fist full of your hair. He grips into your roots pulling your head back as a groan leaves his chest. He feels impossibly hard inside of you, twitching and jerking as his hips start to falter.

“Gonna fuckin’ cum, baby,” he warns, “Perfect pussy so warm and tight, begging for me. Cum, baby, cum on my cock, want to feel you.”

His hand reaches around, his fingers swirling against your clit before circling the opening where his cock is buried inside you. “Stretched so perfect around me, goddamn, wet and fuckin’ perfect. You feel that? You feel your perfect pussy stretched out for my cock?”

His words send you tumbling head first into your orgasm, his name echoing around the room as it falls from your lips. Your arms feel weak as your upper half collapses down to the bed, his hips still drilling into you at a brutal pace.

“Fuck me, you’re so gorgeous, feel so fuckin’ good when you cum for me sweetheart,” he pants.

You squeeze him one more time, and it pushes him to the brink. You lift your head to turn and look at him, but he stops you, pushing your head back down.

“Head down, baby,” he growls.

Suddenly his hips stop and he pulls himself out of you, stroking his cock furiously as he lets go. It’s your name on his lips as his hot ropes of cum paint your back, in several forceful spurts. His breathing starts to even out, and you feel his hand as it grips into your ass, delivering a playful smack.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” he mumbles. “Actually, stay like that, hold on.”

You feel him step off the bed, rifling around in his coat pocket. You see his feet come into view as he steps up to the side of the bed. Your eyes travel up to look at him, feeling his warm cum sliding further and further down your back.

“Let me take a picture, beautiful. For me, won’t show your face, promise. You’re just stunning like this,” he asks.

You look at him for a second, and you can tell he’s telling the truth, so with a sly grin you nod and give him your approval.

“Fuck, yeah just stay like that,” he says, pushing your hair to the side as his cum slides down the hollow of your spine.

You hear the camera on his phone as he takes a few pictures, quickly tossing it to the nightstand before tapping your ass and telling you you can lower yourself down to the bed.

“Let me get a towel, be right back,” he says, letting his thumb brush across your lips.

Seconds later you feel a warm towel on your back, wiping away his release. It feels nice, being taken care of like this, his gentle touch so vastly different from the man he was just five minutes ago. He cleans you up and returns the towel to the bathroom, giving you the chance to slide beneath the sheets. As he steps out of the bathroom he grabs a few things from the dresser and crawls into the bed next to you. You pull the sheets back for him as he moves towards the middle, pulling you into his side as you both lean against the headboard.

He hands you a bottle of water, twisting the lid for you as you accept it from his hands.

“Well thank you,” you blush.

“I knew we would want these,” he laughs, twisting the lid of his own bottle. He takes a long drink and lets out a relaxed sigh, reaching over to his nightstand again to grab something else. He presents a bag of peanut M&M’s, tearing the yellow package and pouring a few into his hand. He holds it out to you nodding for you to take some.

“And here I was thinking that the M&M’s on the rider were for Sam,” you giggle, grabbing a few.

“Those would be for me,” he winks, tossing the rest into his mouth. “But he’s been known to partake.”

“Noted,” you smile.

He hands you a few more, shaking the bag into his palm, “Saw you singing along tonight, you think you’ve got a favorite so far?”

You can tell he is trying to seem casual when he asks, but you know he is dying to know what you think of his music.

“Which one was I singing along with?” you ask.

“Fate of the Faithful, I believe. S’good one, good taste,” he laughs, nudging you with his elbow.

“Oh, yeah, I like that one. That’s when you switch to that small black guitar,” you answer.

“You notice’ that?” he asks, as if the moment is insignificant.

“Of course,” you answer, turning to look at him, “Notice everything you do, if we’re being honest.”

“Can I be honest?” he asks, bringing his water to his lips.

“Sure,” you answer, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I think you’re gorgeous, and I think you’re smart, and funny, and I’m really, really into you, Y/N.”

Just as you open your mouth to speak, a knock sounds at the door. Both of you snap your heads in its direction, Jake pulling the sheets off of him and jumping out of the bed. He grabs his boxers from the floor and pulls them on, quickly tossing you your own clothes as he rushes over to the door. You sit up in the bed, pulling your shirt over your head as he looks through the peephole.

He rushes back over to the bed muttering curses under his breath as he looks at you, “Hey, I– I need you to– ahh, fuck, I need you to go in the bathroom for a minute,” he says, reaching his hand out to you to grasp yours. He helps you up from the bed, grabbing your water and ushering you into the bathroom with your arm full of clothes.

“Just give me a few minutes, it’s Sam. I’m gonna kick him out, I just need a minute, okay? I’m sorry. Only a second, I swear,” he pleads, kissing your cheek and shutting the bathroom door before you have time to protest.

Half a second later you hear the door open, and Sam’s booming voice as he walks into the room. The sound is muffled by the bathroom door but you can still hear them talking clear as day. Your heart is pounding as you hide in the dark bathroom, trying to silently redress yourself.

“Why’d you leave so early?” Sam asks.

“Dunno, just tired after the show I guess,” Jake answers, doing his best to sound genuine.

“Oh, did I wake you up?” he asks.

“Was just getting in bed actually,” Jake responds.

“Well I won’t keep you long, I just– I wanted to talk to you. I probably have had too much to drink– I just, you know I listen to you so I was hoping I could vent to you a little,” he says, tapping his hand on the wall.

“Yeah, sure, what’s going on? You okay?” Jake asks.

You feel guilty listening in on their conversation, but what else were you supposed to do?

“It’s Lyla, man, something is weird. She’s just acting so…strange. I’ve tried to talk to her about it the past few nights but she's just kinda shutting me out. I don’t know. Have you talked to her lately?” he asks.

“No, no, I haven’t actually. Suppose that’s weird now that I think about it. Her or Mia actually.”

“She’s just been on her phone a lot lately, texting, and taking calls at weird times. I don’t know, it’s probably nothing, just– it’s got me wiggin’ out kinda,” he pauses, “I gotta pee, hold on.”

“Wait! Sam, hold on uh, do you think maybe it’s um, just the time difference from the US? Maybe it’s normal time there, huh?” you can hear the panic in his voice, he is stalling giving you time to hide. You step into the shower, pulling the curtain closed as silently as possible, knowing that this is absolutely the last place you would ever want to be found.

“Yeah, guess it could be,” Sam answers, twisting the bathroom door knob and turning on the light. You hold your breath as he steps up to the toilet, clamping your eyes shut as you grip your arms to your chest.

This is the worst possible situation you could have ever found yourself in.

“I don’t know, I mean, what’s the time difference from here to home? You having to stay up late to deal with that shit or get up early or whatever? How’s all that going, actually? You two get it figured out? Hardly seen you on your phone lately,” Sam says, flushing the toilet as he finishes peeing.

His question strikes you as odd, but you chalk it up to work and let it pass. You’re more worried about Sam leaving the bathroom without noticing you in the shower. He washes his hands and turns off the light, and you finally release the breath you held the entire time he was in the bathroom. Safe.

“Yeah, actually I have just been enjoying my time here. Don’t want to be on my phone. Occupying my mind and time with other more interesting things,” Jake answers, and you feel your chest grow warm.

“Yeah, I bet it’s a nice break. I know you’ve been going through this shit for a while. I’ve heard all about it from Lyla.”

What? What shit?

“If you ever wanna talk about it, you know I’m here,” Sam offers.

“Nothing to talk about, really,” Jake says.

“You sure about that? Lyla’s phone has been blowing up lately.”

“Yeah. Positive. Nothing to talk about,” he answers firmly, his voice growing louder as the two of them move closer to the door.

You feel a sinking feeling wash over you. You can tell Jake is lying, not only to Sam, but also to you.

“Well, if you hear anything from Lyla let me know. Hey, what you getting into tomorrow?” he asks.

“I think I’m just gonna go sight-seeing a little. Have a few spots I want to check out,” he answers.

“Lyla is of course dragging me out to god knows where, maybe we can meet up for drinks or something?”

“Yeah, brother, sounds good. Call me if you need me, okay?” Jake says, opening the hotel room door.

“I will. Night.”

“Night, Sammy boy,” he answers, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

You hear the bathroom door fly open, and the overhead light flickers on as he pulls the shower curtain open.

“Baby–” he pauses, reaching his hand out to you to help you out of the shower. He can tell your demeanor has changed, his face dropping as he realizes what all you just overheard. “You okay? How much did you hear?”

“All of it, Jake,” you answer. “What was he talking about? Is…is there something that I should know?”

His face drops again, his eyes flicking to yours as he searches them. He swallows nervously and takes a deep breath, licking his lips as he shakes his head.

“Nothing, he was just talking about— just work stuff. No, there’s nothing. It’s nothing.”

“You promise?” you ask, begging for the truth.

“I promise,” he pauses, pulling you out of the bathroom. “Nothing you need to worry about. Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

You nod your head and follow him back to the bed, stripping out of your clothes again and crawling into the bed. He slides in next to you, pulling you into his chest as he turns off the lamp, kissing your head as he settles into his pillow. As you lie sleepless in the bed, you can’t help the looming feeling that something isn’t right.

Your eyes switch over to the glistening and glittering lights on the Eiffel Tower, a little blurred from the curtain hanging across the window. Jake’s already deep breathing beside you, and you begin to replay everything you heard Sam say in the bathroom.

‘You two…time difference…been going through this shit for a while?’

What shit?

You get real with yourself for a second, taking a page from Ruth’s book.

You and Jake are not an item. There’s never been a line drawn in the sand, there’s never been a conversation about anything pertaining to that subject at all, really. Your stomach turns at the thought of him actually having someone waiting for him at home. From the way Sam made it sound, and the verbiage he had used, it almost sounded like exactly that.

Hell, you hardly know Jake from Adam aside from sharing some music and surface-level conversation. You don’t know a thing about his history, home life, or much about his past at all. Neither of you ever even asked the other if you were single.

Shit… could he…?

But the words he said just a second before Sam knocked on the door suddenly break through your manic thoughts. He’s really into you, thinks you’re gorgeous and smart… Why would he say those things if he isn’t looking for something more?

You admit to yourself that your stance on this…relationship so far has been nothing but someone to flirt with and sleep with, spend your free time and learn about one another. Not really ever once have you thought past anything but casualness. But, had he? A full-on relationship is the furthest thing from your plans. You didn’t come here looking for that.

The thoughts swimming in your mind make you physically shake your head to scatter them. You can still feel the tiniest burning sensation on your back from his release, and you can smell the scent of his cologne and sweat still heavy on your skin.

Could this explain why Mia and Lyla have been acting so strangely, and why Jake wanted to hide you in the shower so quickly? The sleepiness begins to overtake your body, your eyes flashing with bright bursting colors as your body relaxes against his.

Jake wouldn’t lie.

Would he?

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katiemccabelover · 1 year

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Days off (Leah Williamson)

One thing Leah absolutely loved about days off was getting to spent time with you, her girlfriend of just over a year. She loved sleeping in with you, her head buried in your hair as she inhaled your shampoo. The way you fit perfectly in her arms and the feeling of your breath against her skin.

Some days you and Leah would get dressed and head out somewhere for the day either shopping still your feet hurt or simply just going out for a late lunch.

But days spent at home doing absolutely nothing we’re the England captain’s favourite. She loved staying in comfy clothes, lying on the sofa with you in between her legs as she scratched your scalp and did absolutely nothing. So that’s what the both of you did today.

10:30am

The sun had made its way between the blinds of your shared bedroom waking you up in the process. You squinted your eyes not used to the sudden brightness as you turned over to face the blonde next to you. Now not facing the sun you could open your eyes only to find blue ones looking back at you.

“Morning.” You whispered, leaning in hoping to get your first kiss of the day.

“Morning my love.” She replied granting the you a kiss. After more pecs on the lips and talks about your dreams Leah opens her mouth, “What should we do today?” She questioned.

“Well if we don’t need to go out and get anything, I think we should watch that new show on Netflix you’ve been talking about.” You suggested and with that Leah and you got up to go make some breakfast. You opted for some cut up fruit and poured yourself and Leah a glass of apple juice.

1:00pm

You had managed to watch 3 episodes of the series and Leah had paused the show to let you know she was getting hungry. You got up out of Leah’s legs to go make some lunch and Leah had gotten up to follow you. On her days off she would spend as much time with you as she could, that meant following you everywhere. Well, everywhere but the bathroom.

You rummaged the cupboards looking for what to make before deciding on Leah’s favourite: ham sandwiches. Her eyes lit up the moment you put the ham, bread and butter on the counter. Her obsession with plain ham sandwiches always made you chuckle but everyone has their favourites. You cut them into triangles and serve them up on a plate and brought them into the living room, Leah once again following right behind you.

6:00pm

It was now dinner time and despite not doing anything today you couldn’t be bothered to make dinner so you decided to order food. There was an amazing Indian takeaway close to your house so Leah phoned up and ordered knowing you didn’t like to phone people because of your anxiety. Each little thing she did for you made you realise just how lucky you were to find Leah. She was the best of the best, always putting others before herself.

A little while later the doorbell rang so Leah got up to go grab your food. She dished up the food and brought it back to the living room where she found you looking at her with heart eyes.

“What?” She chuckled when she caught you staring.

“Nothing, just admiring you and thinking of how lucky I am.” You replied. She set the food on the glass coffee table. As you ate your food you talked about anything you and Leah could think of.

And that’s how you spent the rest of the evening, talking and giggling like you were teenagers. Your conversations consisted of the England squad and the upcoming friendly against Australia. You were going to be watching with Leah’s family just like you did for the Finalissima.

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tparker48 · 2 months

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The time has come at last, the eventful day Sitti looked forward to. A wedding was being hosted at a church off the side of downtown. The love of his life was waiting for him, his own heart yearning to unite with them to celebrate the occasion. He rushed from the dressing room and into his bedroom, fetching his bow tie from the drawer. He gathered the rest of his suit from the closet, and stacked them upon the mattress.

“Okay, Suite? Check! Cologne? Check! Hair?..” he brushed a comb through the tufts of his hair. “Stylish! Everything should be prepared for the evening.”

He stumbled around the room, wrestling his dress sock over the hairs of his leg as he crashed onto the mattress. If he judged his time correctly, he should be able to get to the wedding before the guests fill the lobby. He wrestled his tuxedo upon his shoulders, tucking it into his pants before he fastened with the belt. His phone began to ring as it buzzed inside his pocket. His heart fluttered at the name on the screen, Pumo was calling

"Hey, love bug." He hummed into the phone.

"Hey hubby, did you find the suite?”

“Yup, just where you said it would.” he replied, straightening his buttons. “How are the decorators holding up?."

“They just finished them now, and the guests are arriving as we speak.”

“Good, good. I should be there within the hour.” Sitti peeked at his phone, flipping through his messages for the other task members. “If only that escort were here already. Melting into and reforming is a very strict process.”

“Are you still on that idea? I thought you scrapped that idea.”

“Hun, you’re the one who said you wanted it special. One of the escorts mentioned this melting ceremony, so I thought I’d test.” He grabbed a green vile from the counter, watching its fluid dance around the translucent flask.” when I’m done the great sploogini shall make his grand entrance and swoon his lovely husband Pumo with a kiss.”

A soft scoff came from the speaker. “Sploogini, seriously?”

“What? It’s a good name. Every great magician has one. Get ready for a splashy entrance, because it’s be mess..mess..Messtastic!”

Pumo laughed softly, taking a deep breath. “Honestly you and your puns are the one thing that’ll be the end of me. Just be sure to wipe the cream from your face, I don’t want them hiding that adorable face of yours.”

”You got it hun, see you soon.” Sitti replied, hanging up the phone. “ as soon as this damn escort arrives.”

He spent the next few minutes preparing himself for the upcoming ceremony. He passed his phone as he peeked at the screen, Still no message. The wedding was starting in 30 minutes, If he shows up late Pumo would never let him hear the end of it. He paced around the room, seeing a ray of sunlight on the floor as it raised toward the wall. Screw it, he thought, he’ll give them a call to give them a piece of his mind. He flipped the screen toward his contact, placing a thumb at his number.

A knock came from the front door, Sitti looking through its crescent shaped frame. A man in a blue suit glared in the window, wearing a tiki mask as its sunken eyes followed Sitti to the door’s handle. The knob squeaked as it jerked horizontally, yanked away as Sitti fiery gazed laid eyes upon the man.

"Finally you're here! What the hell is wrong with you? I told you to be on time!”

"Apologies sir,” They said. Their voice was smooth as honey, and yet filled with static as they spoke.. "I assure you I hold your ceremony to the utmost regard."

"I'll believe it when I see. Stand next to the sofa.” He pointed near the wall, the masked man obliging as he strolled next to the leathery arm.

As they settled, Sitti pulled at the translucent vile in hand, untwisting the cork from the opening as he whiffed at the air above it. Its aroma was as alluring as a green apple, and yet, sour like medicine. He flared his nose before placing a thumb at its open end, directing himself to the masked man.

“Did you bring the vile like I told you?” he asked them. They armed lowered into their dress pocket, lifting a small vile from the pound and into their fingers. Blue fluid resided inside it, drenching the flask as if it were a wave. “Good. you can proceed with the next step then.”

The masked man nodded. They raised their fingers toward their dress pants, unfastening the belt before the smooth fabric flowed toward their ankles. They slithered their fingers into the checkered boxer, lowering them as well as cologne wafted through its gust. Sitti approached, gazed upon the beer can shaped cock that extended from a bush of pubic. A marking appeared along their inner thigh, a curving from the darker skin like a crescent moon.

Something about that marking, he’s seen it from someone, but who?. His eyes funneled toward the dark spot, its skin rippling along their waist like boat on water.

The masked man asked. “Is everything good?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes.” He replied. “Right then, let’s get a move on.”

The masked man nodded. They twisted the cork from their vile, raising it to the air as they proceeded to drink the fluid. At the same time, he drank his as the green fluid spilled into his mouth. Its taste attacked his tongue, a soured flavor stinging his taste buds as if it were a jelly. His mouth quivered as he guzzled it down his throat, even his stomach feeling attacked as it twisted inside him. When the last drop left the vile, he gasped in air.

“More sour than it looks.” he muttered, his body starting to tingle.

His body warmed, Tightness wrapping around his body. It was like he was in a compactor as his body started to pulse. In a flash, the living stretched to the sky, growing in as the floor rushed toward him. His height lowered to the wooden floor, and dust particles flowed through his vision. He watched as it’s strand twirled in the air, wisped away by a soft breeze as it latched onto the leathery hide of the sofa. Of all the times he sweeped this floor, filth always remained it seemed.

Kneecaps creaked along the wooden floor, the man looming overhead as their mask blocked the ceiling light like an eclipse. He was no bigger than a barbie doll, dwarfed by the heel of their dress shoes as it climbed to the rest of the mountainous mass. Strolling beneath the masked man, his knuckles anchoring along the floor.

Lukewarm fluid spilled from the side of his face, the cold air thickening its substance as it stuck to him like goo. "Hey! Leak later! I'm not paying you just to jack off!"

The masked man said nothing, but instead lowered himself further as the cock laid on the floor. His thick digits pinched at the puffed shroom of its length, pre drooling as made puddle at Sitti’s feet. He winced as they soaked the sides of the dress socks. Of all the escorts they could have sent, they gave him one that leaks like a faucet. The quicker he gets in that shaft, the easier it’ll be to keep his clothes from being tainted.

He clasped the soggy lips, stretching it wider as strings of seed parted its lips. “Remember, the second you enter the altar, you are to deposit me there. Not at the ramp, not at the doorway, but there.”

"Of course."

“Good.”

He stumbled along the edge of the shroomed head. Getting to his knees he eased arms into the chamber, plunging them into the man’s urethral tube as its clammy muscle slipped over them like a glove. He brought his face closer, and winced at its pungent scent. It wreaked of old piss its tube belching as bubbles of salty seed flowed between him arms. It’s like he hadn’t touch a bar soap in weeks, and here he was, climbing inside to the belly of his stench. Just his luck.

Inhaling the air behind him, plunged his face inside.

He stumbled into the crawl way of the urethra, the ample flesh inside drooping as they gyrated against each other. He kicked his knees to ease his waist through the slit,the ceiling soaking his back as he waddled down its path. The muscles boomed beneath as veins filled with blood, sending waves through the urethral tube as they pushed as he climbed higher.

Gravity shifted as it climbed to his head. He began to slide, rushing through folds of the as if he were a battering ram. “Who.. told him to move!” he tried to speak, globs of white substance spilling into his mouth.

Pulse after pulse he was dragged through the tube, approaching the shriveled guarding the rest of the man’s insides. It yawned open and bathed Sitti in a wad of cum, marinating his body before a flex tucked him into their prostate.

"We're at the halfway mark.." He wrestled the walls of the tight bean, compressed and shoved into the holes as seed poured out like a hose. He pushed at a sphincter in front of him, widening its folds to himself through. Yellow liquid warmed his hands, and he backed off as the sphincter slammed shut. “Nope! One fluid enough to deal with.”

He patted the doughy wall for the other holes, meeting the prostate baggy flesh as he twisted and turned for better access. Pressing at corner, the flesh caved as seed spilled his hand, a suction suckling his fingertips. "There it is."

He took to the valve with both hands, seed oozing from its chamber like a filled donut as he wormed himself into the tight tube. It closed over his feet, Peristalsis guiding him through the thin tube as twisted over a hill of flesh before he squished over a hill. Gravity forced him over the edge, inertia building as slid down a long slope. He squished into a sphincter that drooled with pre. It oozed its salty substance over him, before thrusting him inside as he was deposited into a baggy sack.

“Ghrgh..so this is what it’s like being a sardine...” he tried to swipe at his face. His arms barely move as they were blocked by the sack’s soft folds, the testicle beneath the layer spooning at his back.

He tapped at the chamber, and motion responded as muffled steps reverberated from the walls. The acoustics of the space wasn't ideal, but it's what he wanted to make Pumo’s dream wedding come true. And if it meant being stuck like this, then so be it.

"Alright, You can get the melting process. And don’t hold back, I want to make my wedding entrance look like pompeii." He crossed his arms, eying the small bubbles in the pool as he awaited for their warmth to overwhelm him.

Silence was all he received, the gurgling chamber answering his calls. He opened an eye to the valve above “hey! What’s the hold up out there? I should be melting by now!"

Laughter filled the chamber, the testicle squishing at his back. "I'm sorry sir, But I’m afraid you won;t be melting anytime soon."

“Not melting? What are blabbering about?"

Vibrations rumble from beneath his submerged foot, wiggling from between the soft testicular wall as it climbed up his leg. A plastic container, shimmying the walls as it wobbled into a meat pocket.

“A video call?" Sitti swiped at the screen, holding hand hand above it to keep it dry as he swiped the phone. The loading screen spiraled, before the masked man peered into frame.

"What is the meaning of this! You drank the serum, I should be melted!"

"That’d be true, If I did drink the serum.” they lowered the camera toward their pocket, crinkling coming from the phone as their fist rose outward. Packets resting in his palm, their crumpled plastic stretching to the fingertips. “You’d be surprised what you can do with kool aid nowadays. ”

"Juice?! You drank Juice?!” he took toward the valve, his fingers slipping from its shriveled state. “Let me out of here! The love of my life is waiting for me!"

"Oh you never knew love if it bit you in the ass. I should know.." A hand reached for their mask, unlatching the wooden figurine as it lifted like a curtain. Sitti focused on the screen, his eyes widening as a familiar face filled the frame. "We were always together before you came along, Sissy."

Sitti's heart sank from his chest, his mind racing as he looked upon his chiseled face. "Quibble?!"

"In the flesh."

The camera lowered as it pointed toward his fuzzy crotch. The crescent mark peeked from side of the frame, taunting him through the thin pubic hairs. That’s where he remembered that marking, it was Quibble’s birthmark.

A palm swirled along the left testicle, the sac wobbling as its tip flicked at the round spheres in the frame. It tilted as fingers prodded at the lump in its side, the wall behind him caving as he smothered against the coated wall. "You really know how to make a guy feel full. Almost feels like I got blue balls down there."

"We left you in seattle. How are you even here? Why are you here?!"

"Please, you sent fliers all over Facemeet. Surely it doesn't take rocket science to know you fucked up on that, Ay sissy."

"It's Sitti, jerk wad."

Fingers scooped beneath the orbs upon the screen. They flipped like giant patties, stacking upon each other as Sitti groaned beneath their weight. "Is that right? Man I can never tell the difference. but Sissy really fits you so much better. How Pumo Fell in love with a name like that is beyond me."

"Beat's sound like a pet dish."

"Hmph, Cute. As for your why, that's going to be a real trip.” He strolled the living room, tossing his nutsack between his legs. You see, you took my Pumie from me, and that's one thing I won't forget. Not only did you two high tail it, you decided to forget about me, as if I never existed.Well, I think it's time that you never existed."

The walls of the sac concaved as fingers pushed at Sitti's head, squeezing him toward the puddle as he was submerged. He wrestled with the lump to get from beneath its pressure, inhaling a mouth full of semen as salted gunk filled his throat and stomach. He squirmed harder, kicking at the walls that slipped from beneath him.

Quibble’s chuckles rumbled the sac, the pressure at his head relieving as he gasped at the tainted air. "Don’t think I’m gonna let you kick the bucket just yet. I’m just getting started. I'm gonna make you regret laying eyes on my Pumie"

He coughed the pool of seed from his stomach, wincing at the fire in his throat. "If that's all you came for you can just melt me you bastard!"

"Oh but that would be too easy, I want to ensure your suffering is much, much more intimate." He fondled the orb. "It's such a beautiful day. Two lovely mates getting wed. I wonder what may happen when someone takes the groom's place. Like mmm..me."

"If you go anywhere near Pumo i'll-"

He was sandwiched between two folds, gritting his teeth as they gyrated over his body. "It’s so adorable when you put up that macho act. Too bad it won’t be seen outside my hefty nuts. Let’s go for a ride.”

The walls decompressed as the fingers moved away, suspending him in the air as the testicle above stamped at his body. Sitti squirmed beneath its jostling form, pinned beneath its weight as jostled from leg to leg. The sound of a door muffled open outside the tender flesh, the roars of an engine following as the muscle beneath him compressed against a harder surface. He was getting in a car, the sound of gear clunking together as the chamber shook in place. Sitti bearcrawled toward the entrance that quivered above, pinching the folds as they slipped from his grasp. But the testicles' weight shifted as the car pulled away, its egg-shaped mass squashing into his wrist as Quibble began to drive.

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It felt like hours had passed since he was inserted inside the balls of the psychotic ex, the purrs from the car’s engine his only sign of the outside world beyond the shriveled sac. He pinched at the folds beyond the ridge pinning at his wrist, his arms squashed beneath testicles’ lumpy flesh. He twisted himself as meaty flesh smothered his face and pushed at the hardened organ beyond the testicular wall, hoping to free his body from its protrusion. But it was to no avail, the walls compressing in efforts to subdue him.

Squeaking wheels muffled from the outside, keys jangling as the chamber started to move. The sack swayed as Quibble began to walk, sloshing its fluid through the chamber as it splashed consistently across Sitti’s body. It was like being in a mixer as the balls swayed, wave after wave controlled by a single flex as he was marinated from head to toe.

Vibrations rumbled from beneath his leg, the small phone resurfacing as he swiped again at the call sign. "How's my little ball holder doing?" Quibble announced, standing at the doors of the church.

"Do you think this is funny?! You have no right interrupting Pumo’s big day."

"No sissy, I think you don't have the right. We Were doing just fine before you stuck your nose into his life. The memories he could have had, what we could have had. It's all because of you hanging around." He pinched at a flower, pinching a petal before he snuffed it with his fingers. "But now with you out of the way, It's just going to me and him now."

The camera panned forward, wiggling fingers reaching from the door as the sound of a piano rushed from its opening. Quibble sung to the tune that played from the instrumentalist, plucking a rose from its water pot as he waltzed through the hallway.

He passed the Chapel to the backdoors, approaching one with a bouquet of roses as Pumo's picture mounted a frame. "Let's say we give your..heh, my, husband a little check up shall we?"

"Quibble don't you-" the screen was shot as darkness filled it, his attention returned to the dark pit of the sack, and began to punch at. "Damnit!"

Muffled knocks came from the surface, its sound rivaling thunder as it rippled the semen. The door opened, and a soft voice followed. "Quibble?!"

Sitti halted, listening to the conversation. "Baby, It's so good to see you. And in your best suit too."

That sniveling bastard. Sitti thrashed against the chamber, clutching at the wall that melted between his palms. The chamber jerked swayed as Quibble walked, the door muffling shut.

"If Sitti Sees you here, he'll have your ass."

"I'm not worried about him. What I'm worried about is you."

The testicular wall compressed, squeezing Sitti’s body like a snake’s stomach as veins bulged from the walls. It gyrated against his cheek,muscles squeaking as the chamber stiffened harder. The gull of this man, Sitti thought, he’s getting hard from making a move on Pumo.

"You need to go,”Pumo said, his voice now louder. “ the wedding is in schedule and-!"

"And what? far as I'm concerned Sitti can kick rocks." The walls squeezed closer. "Come on, I know someone else who’s been dying to see you on your special day. And it's right here waiting for you to unwrap it."

Like hell he was. Sitti turned to the fold bulging the side of his face, placing it between his molars as he bit down. It was as hard as an overcooked steak, barely flinching as seed oozed onto his tongue. A moan erupted from Quibble, the chamber swaying backwards.

"S..see?" He stammered. "Even my body knows it was destined for us to be wedded."

Sitti's eye twitched at the statement, pushing more force into his bite to cause discomfort. A fold caved from above, smearing into his face as it scraped him from the fold. I borrowed him to the bottom of the sack, submerging him in seed as a lump caved from the wall.

"Listen, what you and I had is gone. I love Sitti now. So you have to go, the wedding's commenced and he'll be here any time soon."

Sitti fought against the increasing walls weight, seed filling his ears as the body surrounding him roared with its gurgles and churns. This was getting ridiculous, he thought, his lungs setting fire as he searched the doughy ceiling for an air pocket. He squirmed harder, and managed to find a crease as he squeezed through its narrow angle, his head popping into a tiny space as he took in the tainted air.

"I hate to ruin your wedding Pumo, but..I don't think Sitti’s coming."

Sitti paused his movement. “What did he just say?”

"W..what are you talking?"

"It's nothing really my business, but I thought It would be best to tell you. There was an accident with the escort. They followed the instructions but, the serum backfired."

"He's lying!" Sitti pounded against the testicular walls. His blows absorbed into its soft flesh, its surface to stiff and too thick to reach his love on the other side.

"You lie, that can't be true. He was just-"

"But it is, dearest. I know it's not the best news. Especially on your wedding day. But.." he paused, the phone in the chamber to ring. The pressure relieved as Sitti fetched it, the screen flickered as seed seeped into its ports."

Upon the screen, Pumo’s distraught face stared back. “Pumo? Pumo?! You have to get me out here he-!" the sound of the device quickly silenced, an icon posted on the side. Muted.

“It’s too gruesome to hear, but this was his last moments before he melted.” Quibble boomed around him. “All that remains of him now is this.”

A shift came from one of the legs, a plastic object held between his fingers as its end filled with salty seed. Handing it to Pumo, tears shedded down his face, his knees caving as he gazed at the soupy mess. His sobbing display was focused to the video’s lens, striking Sitti’s heart like thunder. No, he can’t do that to Pumo, not like this.

“Pumo! Don’t listen to anything that snake says! You hear” Sitti shouted, stretching the tender walls as his limbs began to strain.

An arm reached to Pumo’s shoulder, the camera zooming out as Quibble’s smug face peered into view. “you two loved each other very much. My heart cries out for your loss” he said. “But dearest, you still have a wedding to attend.”

"The wedding! Oh god, what am I going to tell guests? I can't tell them the wedding is cancelled. I can't-"

"Hey hey, there's no need to cancel the wedding. You can still marry someone."

"Who?! The love of my life is melted into cream!"

Sitti watched as a hand lifted to Pumo's chin, tilting his gaze to Quibble. "I think you know who."

Sitti’s blood began to boil, thrashing against the testicular wall, if not to get free, then to hurt Quibble to make him regret his words. But that reality vanished as he fought against the sack. Each blow struck against the tender wall. They barely flinched as they absorbed his blows, retaliating with a powerful clench as they nestled the phone in had between the rising hill of the testicle.

"But I can't. Marry someone else. Sitti's name is on the pamflett, the poster, even the cake."

"Well.." Quibble soothed through his lips. "Im sure they'll understand the sudden change. It’s your special day afterall."

He shared a kiss with Pumo, his nostrils flaring as if to siphon his breath from his lungs. In that moment of pleasure, Sitti turned into an ape, throwing fists against the walls as the testicle bounced from their spot inside his pants. He shoved at the wall, kicking into the rippling lump as he cursed at the backstabbing man that dared to construct this.

Their lips parted with a soft smack, Pumo Caught in its trance. "Were you always a good kisser?

"More than you know."

The announcer spoke through the speaker as the two of them peaked out from the curtain. The remaining guests in the hallway took their seats, facing the altar where the pastor awaited for the destined soul mates.

"Looks like you better get to your position , I'll be sure to show just how much of a kisser I can be."

He tapped his lips before loosening his grip. As he departed toward the altar, he looked down to his waist, his cock throbbing once more as he looked into the frame.

He unmuted the device, and Sitti yelled like a banshee. “Yeesh, you’re awfully pissy.”

“You sniveling bastard! When I get out of this I'm going to kick your ass!”

“Correction, If you get out of this. From where I’m standing I’m about to marry Pumo.” he rubbed over his lips. “Of all the lips to have, Sissy, you're sure as hell missing out. But don't worry, I'll be sure to tell you all about it." He patted the front of his pants, squeezing at his cock.

“You no good lousy-!” He was cut off as a receptionist shouted in the hallway, the piano’s playing louder as guest funneled into the chapel.

“Welp I better get out there. Good talk Sissy.”

“No! Wait-!”

The muted once more, the camera lowering as it swayed along his thigh. Sitti looked around the compact space, taking to the valve as he pushed at it all his might. There has to be a way to get this open, he thought, there has to be. The sac jostled as the testicle laid at his back. He placed a hand against its side, shoving it against its side to relieve himself. It was there that the sphincter quivered, widening before it squished together. Sitti paused as he looked to the ring, turning toward the lumpy ridge. He rubbed at its side, and watched as the ring widened once more, seed spilling into its mouth as it slurped past its lips. “Of course, Stimulate it.”

“All rise.” a priest said, the camera swaying as they stood above the alter. “We are gathered here today to celebrate this joyous day.”

He’s running out time, he has to get out there. He placed his palms along the hill. He rubbed into its smooth lump like a scrubber, Quibble’s moan booming through the air as the chamber shifted. The man muttered something beneath his breath, but he didn’t care as he stared at the sphincter, its pouting lips shrinking before it expanded. He caught a glimpse of the outer tube, and latched onto its rims as he forced himself inside. The tube was airtight, hugging the corner of his shoulder as seed soaked his body.

It lubricated his legs as they slipped at the sack behind him, but he felt the sack shift, as lump pressed at his rear. “Revenge wouldn’t be fun if you didn’t have a fighting chance, so I’ll give you this freebie.” it shoved him into the tight tube, the ring closing over his feet. “Best get to climbing, you have about 30 seconds before it’s my turn to walk.”

Sitti puzzled upon the gesture, but perished the thought as he wormed through the tube. It was like swimming through tar, flesh skidding against flesh as they siphoned at his body. The piano’s tune leered from the outside, drawing closer as Quibbles steps boomed. He wormed faster, managing to make it through the twisting tubes as he crawled over the ridge.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to wed these married couple.." the pastor said.

As the pastor commenced the procedure, Sitti climbed the rest of tube as it dipped inward. His palm pierced through the shriveled flesh ahead, and he was squeezed into the prostate. It was bathed in a pool of semen, coating the wall with its goop as it shrouded the sphincter. He caught a glimpse of the giant sphincter, prying at its walls to bypass it, but it refused to budge. The prostate gyrated against his body, smother him into the meatpocket as its holes suckled his ears. When they relaxed, he stretched the walls apart, but his eyes widened as he observed the chamber.

The semen that filled the tube now painted the walls with its fluid, blending the surrounding holes in the mixture of white and pink. Only one of the holes lead to the outside, but where was it?

"Do you ,Pumo, take this man as you lawfully wedded husband?" the pastor said

"I..I do."

Sitti’s heart started to pound, stamping into the crevices for the right hole. He squashed into one, and urine rushed into the chamber. He wiped the warm fluid as the sphincter closed, splashing around the other holes as he pawed at them. He stamped his hands into the hole above, a suction pulling them as seed spilled from their entrance like running water. Only one remained, his gaze darting to the shriveled fold as he gripped at them.

"And you, um..."

"Quibble" he responded, a smug tone mixed in his voice.

"Yes. Do you take Pumo As your lawfully wedded husband."

He smiled. "I do."

"Excellent.” the pastor said. “Then, if there is anyone who objects to the marriage of these two. Please speak now, or forever hold your peace.

Me! Me damn it!” Sitti pounded against the tender bean, prying at the lips to the urethra. He shifted his stance to get an angle on the sphincter. He stretched himself like an arrow, thrusting his limbs into a corner as he pushed at the entrance.

His feet slurped from beneath him, his force halting as he looked behind him. One of the holes clamped at his ankles, seed drooling as the ring chewed them. He tried to kick his way out, thrashing to get his limbs free. But they sunk like quicksand as a suction took control. Reeling back to the entrance, he panicked as he pawed toward the urethra, its folds inching away from his grasp as another wrapped his waist.

The walls caved as it sent waves into his face, feeding him to the gummy ring as climbed to shoulders. He yelled as its force yanked him into its maw, returned him back to depth of Quibble as the ring swallowed the rest of his limbs with a messy belch.

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"Then by the power vested in me. I here pronounce you, Husband and husband." The Statement was the final nail in the coffin. Time, was up.

Quibble cock flexed as it dragged its meal back to its waist, a soft whimper escaping it slide down its long slide. His right testicle now plonked with the new prisoner, brushing against his inner thigh as he smiled wider. "You may now, kiss."

He shimmied closer to Pumo and brought him in for a kiss. A mixture of cheers and groans flowing through the crowd as music played through the building. The hour was gone in a flash, the two of them returning home to seal their marriage. Pumo was getting ready in the shower, meanwhile Quibble would be in the bedroom, Spread eagled across the mattress as he fondled at his balls.

"This is the life. I get to marry the love of my life, I get a beatiful house, and I get my little nut pet too." He flicked a finger against the side of his testicle. "You haven't spoken a word since we got back, Sissy. You still bummed I struck it big and you didn't."

He paused as he stared at the struggling lump, a faint imprint protruding from the clammed skin before a clench subdued it. He felt giddish as he traced along the faint outline groping his sac as he rolled them around like marbles. In that very moment, he relished at the reality of the two of them. He was out here, enjoying the fruits of his own efforts. And he was in there, reduced to only a small lump behind the girth of his balls.

He slouched into the pillow, just as the sound of running water ceased from the bathroom. The knob jiggled before mist flowed into the room, Pumo stepping out as a towel wrapped around him.

"Took you long before you finally finished in there. Don't go getting wrinkly on me."

"Oh please, you already know how much I like showers. You could use one yourself musty."

"Pfft, and become Mr. Clean like you. Pass." He stretched his limbs to ease its tension, but noticed Pumo’s face lowering to the floor. "Something wrong?"

"I'm..still thinking about Sitti."

"Oh..yeah. I can tell that’s still fresh."

"Yeah, it's hard not to think about how far we've come. Even though he’s melted, I can still sense that he still lingers inside my heart."

That's not the only thing he's lingering in. He groped at his squirming testicle, shuffling it beneath the cover. "Okay, I'll give you that. But you and I both know it isn't healthy to dwell on the past. It’s true he may be gone, but it’s just as you said, he’ll always live in your heart. So cherish it, Pookie bear, and don’t let his memories be tainted."

Silence dwelled between the two, Pumo Looking toward the window. "Yeah..I guess you're right." He said, before looking up to Quibble. “ Pookie bear? What are we kids?"

"What, It's a good name. My wittle Pookie bear."

He rolled his eyes. "God you sound just like him."

He crawled upon the mattress, stumbling toward Quibble as he spooned against his torso. His damp skin stuck to his back, the warm water steaming into his chest as he nuzzled into his neck.

"Mm, feeling you this close brings back memories." He reached beneath the towel. "Wonder if those glutes are as soft as I remember."

"Hey, it hasn't been that long. I bet you lost a few inches without me around"

A palm reached to Quibbles waist. He watched as the slender palm fiddled at the barrel of his length, his fingers dancing around the curvatures as they spooned beneath the cock's warm underbelly. It ventured further as it scooped beneath his testicles, squeezing at the soft lump as he Quibble moaned.

"Huh, I stand corrected. Your balls are starting to get chunky."

"You could say that. Must be clogged or something." He said, a half hearted truth to his secret within.

He suckled upon his neck and leaned his body to Pumo’s back. He sliced his fingers along the towel, a single flick slipping them from their hold as they drooped around his toned body. Pumo's mounds were exposed, fingers scooping them into his palms. They were like giant marshmallows, giggling at the slightest flex as droplets soaked his fingers. He pulled the two mounds apart. Its surface was still damp, stirring the finger at his shriveled ring as he eased his shaft close.

A giggle escaped from Pumo, the tender folds nipping at the slit. "Just as sensitive as always" Quibble soothed, reaching for a bottle along the counter as he dozed his length in lube.

He eased his cock inside, feeling it sink past the two rings as it slid up the rest of the length. Pumo Moaned upon the intrusion, his hips swaying along the cock as it slowly began to pump into the rear.

Quibble batted an eye to his balls as his testicles as they slapped at the back of Pumo’s thigh. The skin stretched as an imprint bulges, deteriorating as the folds softened its features. That’s outline was more visible than the last one, Quibble thought, Sitti must be pissed off at him fucking Pumo. He bet he could hear every inch of his cock taking in his meat, knowing he was just inches from being known. He chuckled at the thought, leaning into Pumo's ear.

"Still think it's chunky?" He asked.

"No..far from it. It's..so filling"

"You think so huh? Well it's about to get even more filling." He rocked his hips, plunging his member deeper into the hole. As the motion's began, he looked down to his nuts, sneering at the struggling lump in his testicles before he tucked his head over the shoulder.

The night of their wedding was a trademark in Quibble's eyes. He fucked Pumo across the mattress as the two took turns spooning one another. He merely caved as his cock gyrated through his anal canal, making him leak more than he ever did before. But he stilled himself to blow his load, less he risked letting Sitti out of his cage. As much of a waste it was to hold in such great seed, he had to ensure that he was out of sight, and out of mind.

Weeks passed as the two continued their nightly fun. From the duration he insisted on getting used to Sitti’s squirming, conditioning his balls to respond to onlyhim. The little brat put up a fight for a few days, managing to wiggle to his prostate to escape. That was as far as he would allow, a flex sending him back to balls, just as Pumo walked from the shower. He still talked about Sitti, most of their fun focused on coping as he snuggled him to sleep.

By the end of the month, Pumo showed reluctance of thinking about Sitti, deciding to honor him by moving on. At least from what he told him, it was better that way than him reminiscing on end, Quibble thought. He seen a bit of progress himself when it came to it, eying his testicles as they quivered and squeezed. Sitti did not move, not even an inch as his faint imprints danced at his testicle. His body was now immune to his efforts, desensitized to keep the sniveling oaf in his place.

He smiled as he jostled his nutsack, a soft whimper escaping now and then before they hanged back between his legs. Finally he didn't have to hold back his juices, now that the pest was secured in his balls. He was free to squirm and yell all he wants to now, no one was going to hear him, or even know him from now on.

It was just him and Pumo Now. Together, forever.

#cock vore #Aware #unaware #shrink

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Heart of a Lion-Leona Kingscholar x Fem! Reader! (Birthday Fic)

Happy Birthday to our favorite Dorm Leader of Savanaclaw and lion prince, Leona Kingscholar! Happy birthday, my beloved king of my heart!🎂🦁💖 Also, major thanks to the beautiful Miss Raven for lending me her fic as reference and mongpht for the language of flowers. Thank you!

Warnings: mentions of Chapter 2 spoilers!

Word Count: 2,043 words.

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You wandered around the town below the hill where the prestigious Night Raven College sat. Finally, you spotted the place you were searching for: the jewelry shop.

You remembered the day Cater took you, Ace, Deuce and Grim out shopping for some plates and cups since Grim accidentally broke them. As you browsed around the jewelry shop, you spotted a beautiful golden ring sitting in a display case.

There was a regal golden lion's head carved into the ring and you could see the inscription carved inside the ring, "Heart of a Lion". You smiled. "That ring would look perfect on Leona-senpai's finger." you thought. "And it somewhat matches his nobility...in a way."

Even when you arrived home, the image of that ring had never left your mind. "Once Leona's birthday arrives, I'll get that ring for him." you promised yourself. And so, before the month of July came, you worked hard at Azul's Mostro Lounge daily to earn enough money to buy that ring as a birthday present for Leona.

Once you've scrimped and scraped enough money, you didn't hesitate to head towards the jewelry store and purchase the ring. Once you made your purchase, you quickly headed back to Night Raven. Just in time for the birthday celebrations at Savanaclaw.

The party at Savanaclaw was a blast! Balloons of coconut white, muddy brown and charcoal grey dotted the green shrubbery near the waterfall. Beneath the waterfall, glowing leaf lanterns floated idly in the water.

On the buffet table, there were apple fritters, courtesy of Epel, hamburgers, potato salad, shish kebabs, barbequed misuji meat, exotic fruits and in the center, a large, three-tiered cake with white vanilla icing and chocolate and mocha-flavored crispy pearls.

Leona stood at the very center of the lounge, clad in his blue mage birthday robes. You swear you've never seen anyone more handsome than Leona. He looked like a true mage in those robes.

Cater was with him, phone in hand. He was to be his birthday interviewer. As you approached them, you heard Leona answer Cater's first question, "If I'm going there by flight, I'd like a place that's in the middle of nowhere that not many people go to."

When Cater replied that it'll be difficult to enjoy touring and leisure, Leona responded that he just wanted to relax and that in a quiet environment where no one will disturb him, he wanted to sleep calmly.

You felt your heart sink a little when you heard his words. You've always known that Leona wasn't always the social type. He much preferred his own company rather than anyone else's.

Even though you've had a huge crush on him for quite the longest time, you doubted if he'd ever have feelings for you, too.

"A quiet place where no one will disturb you. You're right, that doesn't sound like a bad way to spend the time." Cater replied. Leona smirked. "Right? As a dorm leader and club captain, I usually always have something to worry about." he said. "It means I need time to rest my body and mind sometimes."

You rolled your eyes at that. "Obviously." you thought. Then Cater asked Leona the final question. "What's something you'd like to do in the upcoming year?"

"Not be held back, that's all." Leona replied simply. Neither you nor Cater were prepared to hear that answer at all. Were you going deaf, or did you clearly hear Leona say that he wasn't going to be held back? "Wh...! Huh, that's all?!" Cater asked in disbelief.

You couldn't help but smile at his answer. You heard that he held himself back for over 3 years because of poor attendance and him not putting any effort in studying. But you knew better.

Leona has always held himself back because he didn't want to go through the painful hassle of the palace life. Being the second-born prince, he always got the short end of the straw. Always being overlooked, no matter how hard he worked to be recognized.

You thought back to the time of that inter-dorm Magical Shift Tournament. When you and your friends found out that Leona was the mastermind behind the incidents, you confronted him. And that was when you saw the emotions in his eyes.

He looked frustrated, angry that everything he had worked so hard for had slipped through his fingers yet again. And when Lilia rebuked him, saying that a collar fits him more than a crown would, and that he would never be king, the words felt like a final nail in the coffin for Leona.

Watching Leona become so broken and defeated, you couldn't help but feel your heart break at the sight of him. You even heard how hollow his voice sounded as he spoke. "This agony, this despair. How could any of you possibly understand?!"

And then, his Overblot happened. After you managed to defeat him, you glimpsed at his past memories. Being badmouthed by the servants of his palace, being pressured by his desire to be respected and recognized, trying to best himself against Malleus but failing...

Even though Falena, Leona's brother and King of Sunset Savannah tried his best to support his little brother, Leona just coldly brushed him off, not wanting his pity.

When you both woke up, you saw that Leona was willing to do his best at the tournament. Even after Savanaclaw lost the match, you were somewhat happy to see Leona being determined to win next year's match, even though you don't agree with his underhanded methods.

As time went on, even though it wasn't noticeable at first glance, you could see the steps of progress Leona has made, little by little. Even though he was still lazy, languid and downright arrogant, you could see the bits of kindness, determination and will to live shine through.

Even now, you felt a sense of pride and joy for Leona for making it this far. Tears brimmed in your eyes as the memories flashed through your mind. "Leona-senpai..." you whispered, holding back a choked sob...

"Hey, herbivore!" Leona's baritone voice cuts through your thoughts like a blade, snapping you out of your musings. "How long are you going to stand there?"

"Oh, right! I need to give him his gift!" Without wasting another second, you hurried over to his side with the little black box with a golden bow in your hand. Leona raised an eyebrow as he watched you approach him with something hiding behind your back.

"So, you came to wish me a happy birthday, huh?" he asked with a smirk. "Well, ain't that admirable of you. So, what did you bring me, then? At the very least, you are presenting a gift to royalty. As such, I'm sure you've prepared a very fine gift."

You froze, starting to panic. A fine gift? Well, it is pretty expensive. Will he like it, though? You were starting to get anxious.

"I'll take it off your hands, so show me what you got behind your back, already." Leona demanded, holding out his hand. You gulped silently. "Well, here goes nothing. I hope he likes it." you thought as you handed him the black box.

Leona opened the box and saw the ring. "Huh. A gold ring." he said casually. "I've got plenty of those, you know." You nodded, knowing how much jewelry he has, being a wealthy prince and all.

"This ring is different, though." you said. This was it. It was time to confess how you felt towards him. You took a deep breath before you started to explain. "There's a reason why I picked that ring for you, senpai. I picked it because it reminds me of you."

"Leona, I understand that you've been through a lot over your lifetime. Everything from your childhood to your Overblot episode to now. That ring you hold in your hand symbolizes strength, courage, resoluteness and nobility."

"The words etched in that ring say, "Heart of a Lion". I sincerely believe that you do have the heart of a lion, despite what others say and think of you. Even though you can be lazy at times, arrogant, smug, bossy, snide..." Cater snickered at your descriptions.

"True." he whispered. Leona shot him a quick glare, telling him to shut up as you continued. "...You truly care about other people, even though you never show it outwardly. Leona Kingscholar, please consider this ring as a token of my unchanging love and support to you." you said as you gave him a small bow of respect.

"No matter what happens, I hope that you will be able to go beyond, to be able to reach for the stars, even though they seem very far. I have absolute faith that you will."

Leona was silent as he listened to your little speech. After you finished, a short silence fell upon the lounge. You wondered if he thought your speech was too boring and silly. You lifted your head, and you were about to apologize when you saw the smile on Leona's face.

"So I have the heart of a lion, huh?" Leona asked, admiring the golden lion ring. He looked at the inscription in the ring and smiled. "Guess you've got some taste, herbivore."

Your heart swelled with joy when you saw Leona slip the ring onto his index finger. He held up his hand, the golden ring glimmering in the light. "Thank you. It's a very meaningful gift." Hearing those thankful words coming from Leona, you smiled as more tears streamed down your cheeks.

A soft sob escaped from your throat as you tried to swallow the lump in it. "How embarrassing. Crying in front of Leona on his birthday? What's the matter with you?!" you berated yourself mentally.

You raised your arm in a frantic attempt to dry your tears, but they just kept coming. "Please, just stop crying!" you silently pleaded. You then noticed movement coming towards you and you looked up at Leona.

Your cheeks flushed red. But before you could apologize for putting on such a babyish display, Leona wrapped his arms around you, embracing your body. "Le-Leona?" you asked, feeling your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"It's okay, herbivore. You're just happy, right?" Leona whispered in your ear. You nodded. "Sorry about that." you apologized. Leona shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Thanks."

You smiled. "You're welcome." Cater held up his phone, capturing that sweet, tender, loving moment on video. Leona will have to deal with him later...

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Finally, it was time for Leona to take off on his broom. As you and Leona walked down the cobblestone path of Main Street, Leona then reached towards his broom's bouquet and plucked out a golden orchid.

He held it towards you. "For you, herbivore, as thanks for the speech." he said. You know what that orchid meant. In the language of flowers, the golden orchid symbolizes love, luxury, beauty and strength.

Leona had all those: strength, beauty, luxury and love. You hoped that one day, with your perseverance, love, courage and strength, you'll be able to stand by his side as his beloved queen.

You smiled as you took the orchid from his hand. "Thank you, Leona." you replied gratefully. "Happy birthday, my beloved king."

Leona gave you one last wink before he hopped onto his broom and flew off into the night, leaving behind a trail of golden petals and sparkles.

As Leona soared higher and higher, he looked up at the evening sky. Thousands upon thousands of bright, shining stars dotted the inky darkness, some of them streaking across the heavens, leaving behind trails of stardust.

Back in his homeland, the stars were said to be the great kings of the past watching over everyone down below. Your words echoed in his mind, "No matter what happens, I hope that you will be able to go beyond, to be able to reach for the stars, even though they seem very far. I have absolute faith that you will."

As Leona gazed at the glittering golden lion ring on his finger, a great spark of hope ignited within his heart. "One day," he silently vowed, "my story will be told throughout the ages. My star will be shining the brightest, the greatest of them all. And (Y/N)'s alongside mine." And he will see to it that that promise comes true.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #twst leona #fem! reader #female reader #birthday fic #birthday boy #fluff #twst bloom birthday #twst birthday #disney

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drawingwiffmoochi · 1 year

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Hi hi it’s me again and I made this Wan Ji on my new phone! >:D

In all seriousness I’ve been meaning to draw Wan Ji for the longest time.

I’ve been following @journeytomonkiekid ‘s Eclipse Apprentice comic for over a year now and I love it so much.

she’s also become a big inspiration for me and it makes me want to make a comic too! (Which caused a fixation last year and WHEW BOY) I have other drawings and more on the way for this awesome artist and I HIGHLY SUGGEST checking out their comic!

the character I drew here is Wan Ji and ngl- I relate to her on a spiritual level- both in the gremlin-esc nature and complicated family life.

I loved the food I was given in Chapter 3 with the Macaque and Wan Ji content soooo-

that’s just more for me to draw!

This Wan Ji in her Chapter 3 outfit was my first drawing on my IPhones pocket Procreate and ngl- it’s so weird using a cheap stylus rather than the apple pen.

but be that as it may- Miss WishfulVixen you are a huge inspiration for me and I adore you and your works. And I am more than excited to see what becomes of Macaque and Wan Ji in the upcoming chapters of your comic. also remember to take care of yourself and get well soon since I saw that you weren’t feeling the best!��🌸💕

Til next time my little mochis!😘

#saria the huli jing #nie wan ji #eclipse apprentice #eclipse apprentice fanart #fanart #pocket procreate #Im sorry if my digital art style keeps changing-#I’m trying to find my own style that works and we’re getting there!#lego monkie kid #lego monkey kid fanart

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bestiesenpai · 1 year

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Youtuber Itadori

Gardener Itadori is the cutest thing ever and I tried to make him as cute as possible here lol. Femme reader 9.6k words

Hands in the soil, dirt beneath his nails and a bountiful harvest in his little wicker basket - that’s what Itadori’s life had become, and he wasn’t mad about it. After inheriting a home and land in the countryside from his grandfather, Itadori scoffed at the idea of living in the slow countryside, but burdened with morality, he went and discovered that it was actually the best thing for him.

Quickly getting to work, he collected rain water, installed solar panels, had a massively flourishing garden that he rotated with seasonal plants all year round and cultivated a nice relationship with the local farmers. Everyone traded their wares, holding markets in the town center that people from all over would come and visit.

Itadori haphazardly stumbled into making YouTube videos one day when he decided to post a video of the apples he’d just picked to show his friends. It wasn’t a long video, ten minutes max, but for some reason the algorithm had decided to bless him and put his video in front of a million people.

The comments made him smile, they were all so supportive of his hard work. A few made him blush, calling him impossibly cute among a few other embarrassing things. And that was how his channel was born. Ordering a few cheap supplies off Amazon, Itadori filmed whatever he thought was interesting: his spring harvest, deadheading flowers, the farmers market and the handmade soap he got one day.

He had imagined his life to be filled with the busy atmosphere of the city, but the relaxed pace of the countryside brought his mind at ease. All he needed to do here was make enough to pay for utilities and keep himself fed. Sure he missed his friends, but they were always a phone call or a train ride away and he had managed to make more friends during his time here.

Walking the rows of his garden, Itadori filmed the plants along the way, narrating what he was planning to do with the upcoming summer season and what fruits and vegetables he was excited to grow. Quickly posting the video to TikTok, he tucked his phone away and forgot about it; becoming entranced with small insects and birds that visited often got him distracted.

“Yuji!” Someone shouted, drawing Itadori’s focus away from the caterpillar he was feeding a berry to. Dusting off his pants, Itadori came to a stand and looked around to find the voice.

“Hey!” He waved back upon landing eyes on Daichi, the retired farmer standing at the edge of his field. Bounding towards him, Itadori could see the gray streaks of hair permeating the otherwise dark strands on the man's head. “What’s up, gramps?”

“There’s someone I want you to meet.” Flicking his chin, Daichi began to walk towards his home and Itadori followed dutifully. It wasn’t a far walk, hardly five minutes and they were at the front door.

“(Y/N)! C’mere!” Daichi beckoned and the sound of rushed footsteps gave way to a side door opening in the hallway and a flustered individual staring back.

“I told you I’m in a meeting!” You hissed, eyes flicking to Itadori but not paying him any mind. “Give me a minute, please?” Not waiting for a response, you hurriedly closed the door and went back to work.

“Who’s that?” Following Daichi to the living room, Itadori accepted the lemonade that was offered to him by Daichi’s wife.

“That’s the grandkid.” Daichi huffed, taking a sip from his own glass. “She’s here for the summer to spend some time with us.”

“Hmm.” Nodding along, Itadori’s eyes wandered to the hallway, where if he strained he could hear your voice.

“There ya are!” Throwing up a hand, Daichi grunted. “I thought you said you were on vacation, what’s with the work?”

“Not yet. I told you I have some things to finish up for the end of the week and then I’m free.” Rolling your eyes, you entered the fray. Itadori tried not to giggle at the button up you’d thrown on over an old shirt for your meeting. You quickly took it off, laying it over the back of the couch before sitting down next to your grandfather.

“Whatever.” Waving off your attitude, Daichi gestured to Itadori. “We have a guest, say hi.”

“Hey, I’m (Y/N).” Giving him a brief wave, you settled into the cushions.

“I’m Itadori, I live in the house next door.”

“Got it from his grandpa! You remember old man Wasuke, right?”

“Kinda…” Wasuke hadn’t lived in the area for long, and what you remembered of him was that he gave you money for some candy at a festival once.

“Wasuke wasn’t much of a farmer but Yuji here? Why, he’s got a great green thumb!” Laughing to himself, Daichi pushed up off the couch. “Stay here and chat, I’m going to see what grandma is making for lunch.”

As Daichi shuffled away, Itadori took the opportunity to observe you a bit more. You were typing furiously on your phone, mumbling that you’d be done in just a few seconds. He couldn’t deny he thought you were cute, hoping that this coming summer you would have a chance to hang out - just the two of you.

“What kind of things do you grow?” Finally tossing your phone away, you looked up at Itadori, seemingly not noticing that he’d already been staring at you.

“I-I grow a lot of things!” Clearing his throat, he tried to hide his surprised blush with his cup. “Right now I’m transitioning to summer crops and I really hope to grow some amazing strawberries this year and make some jam.”

“That sounds cool, you’ll have to let me come by and see the garden.”

“(Y/N) can’t even grow a houseplant!” Daichi shouted from the kitchen, causing you to jump up in defense.

“Grandpa be quiet!” Now it was your turn to blush, heat crawling over your entire body. You could hardly look at Itadori when you sat down, slapping your hands over your face as Daichi laughed. “God, he’s so embarrassing.” While what he said was true, why did he have to say it in front of the cute boy you’d be seeing the whole summer?

“It’s okay!” Itadori chuckled a little, enamored by your bashfulness. “I think you can grow something if you really put your mind to it.”

“Thanks.” Collapsing onto the couch, you stared at the ceiling. “But honestly, I’d probably need divine intervention to keep a plant alive longer than three weeks.”

“I’ll make sure whatever you plant stays alive the whole summer.” Whatever Itadori had to do, he was ready.

“Promise?” Turning to look at him, you stuck your hand out, pinky outstretched to him.

“Promise.” Quickly locking his pinky with yours, Itadori shook your hand. He’d have to remember to grab your number before he left, now that he had an excuse to start talking to you.

Talking a bit more, it wasn’t long till lunch was ready and Itadori was sitting at the dining table with a sandwich in front of him. He’d eaten in the house before, but it was different now that you were here.

“Did’ya know Yuji makes videos about plants?” Daichi asked, looking at you curiously. “Puts ‘em on YouTube and stuff.”

“Really? What’s the name of your channel, I’ll check it out!”

“(Y/N) works for a big PR agency in the city, maybe she can help promote you.” Daichi said with a proud smile on his face.

“Grandpa, I work with musicians.”

“You never know, maybe Yuji is into music!”

“Not really.” Itadori laughed, shaking his head. “I go to karaoke sometimes but that’s about it.”

Chatting away into the day, eventually you had to return to your laptop and finish out a few more things for the workday. Itadori had scored not only your number, but you were now mutuals on a bunch of social media sites. When you balked at his TikTok and YouTube following, it made Itadori’s chest swell a bit.

He didn’t see you for a few days after, with you being busy on your laptop and him being busy in the garden, there was no time to meet. But you did text him occasionally, sending pictures of plants you were hoping to grow and if there was something funny to show on Twitter.

When Saturday came, you sent Itadori a text in the morning asking if you could come over to see the garden. He instantly replied, dropping everything he was doing and running around the house to prepare for your visit.

Making a lunch, drinks, cleaning dishes that were already clean and making sure the greenhouse out back was spotless - he’d done everything a million times over and it still didn’t feel like he was ready enough when you rang the doorbell.

“C-coming!” Nearly tripping over an area rug, Itadori ran to the door. Opening it in a hurry, you gasped at the sudden motion and Itadori gasped upon seeing you. In a pale yellow sundress and a wicker hat no doubt made by your grandma, you were exactly what Itadori imagined the cutest gardener ever to look like.

“Hi!” You smiled, waving a hand at him. The faint smell of sunscreen drifted towards him and Itadori stepped aside to let you in.

“Hi.” He replied dumbly, closing the door after you. He suddenly felt self conscious of the decor of his home; it wasn’t modern in any sense, all of the furniture belonging to his grandpa before he passed.

“I remember this!” Stopping in the hallway, you pointed at a painting of a field of tulips.

“You do?” Itadori had passed by the artwork many times and didn’t think it had any special meaning.

“Yeah! Our grandpas painted together when I was young, I remember finger painting some of the tulips on here.” The tips of your fingers brushed the canvas as the memory came back to you of sitting on Daichi’s lap and insisting on helping.

“That’s really cute.” Itadori cooed, wishing he could have been there as well. Shuffling towards the backdoor, Itadori beckoned you to follow. “I have something to show you.”

Following him diligently, your jaw dropped at the garden before you. There were rows of large spring crops ready to be harvested, several flower bushes being visited by bees, and a few garden beds filled with rich dark soil and seedlings taking root. You couldn’t help but stop and smell some of the flowers as you walked through the garden, smiling at the ladybugs and caterpillars that called the leaves home.

“This is amazing.” Coming upon a large archway in the path, it was fully enclosed in climbing roses, some beginning to flower and show delicate pink blossoms.

“These are cecile brunner roses.” Coming up to one, Itadori plucked a flower and held out the stem for you, which you happily took. “At first I didn’t think it would ever grow, but luckily it took to the soil.” There were countless days spent doing research on the best soil, watering techniques and fertilizer to get the roses to not only grow and climb around the archway but to also survive the winter.

“Grandpa wasn’t kidding when he said you’re a great gardener.” Coming to the edge of the garden, you saw an empty little plot of dirt waiting patiently to be used. “How cute.” Crouching down, you giggled at the sign made with popsicle sticks and cardboard that read ‘(Y/N)’s garden’.

“Made it this morning.” Rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, Itadori motioned to the greenhouse off to the side of the garden. “I have a bunch of seeds in the greenhouse ready for you to choose from. A bunch of flowers and stuff.” Was it wrong to assume you would like to grow flowers? He didn’t want to stereotype you or make you feel bad-

“I’d love to grow some flowers!” Cutting off his inner monologue, you started toward the little structure. “I can give them to my grandma!” Itadori watched you walk away for a few paces before following you, his long stride catching up with you in no time.

Inside the greenhouse, with its frosted windows and higher humidity, it felt like the two of you were in a completely separate world. Itadori had set up the building shortly after moving in, assembling and filling it with gardening supplies and saplings in record time. He’d laid out all the summer seeds he had for you on his work table, unsure of what you’d like.

“I definitely want to grow these.” Holding up a packet of sunflower seeds, you handed them to Itadori, who settled close to your side. “Definitely a watermelon too!” As you picked seeds, Itadori followed along, making a mental checklist of what soil and fertilizer would be needed.

“Hey (Y/N)...” Walking back to your little plot, Itadori wasn’t sure how to pose the question he had.

“What’s up?”

“Do you mind if I set up the camera and film this for a video?” It felt so awkward asking you this - no one was ever in his videos so he never had to worry about asking permission. “It’s not for anything weird, I promise! I just think it’d be nice to make a series for new gardeners. Y’know, give tips and stuff?”

“That’d be perfectly fine!” Your immediate response instantly eased Itadori’s nerves. “Have to capitalize on every chance to make content.”

“I’ll be right back!” He didn’t want to keep you waiting, breaking out into a sprint to grab his camera gear. Setting up his trusty dirt covered tripod, he made sure the scene wasn’t too washed out from the glaring sun before hitting record and running back in front of the camera.

“Hi, welcome back to my garden!” Itadori started the video; he didn’t do proper intro’s or fancy editing for his videos, he preferred to keep it simple. “This is-” Stopping himself short, he turned to you. “Wait, sorry I didn’t even ask if you wanted to be in the video.”

“I don’t mind! I’m already here anyway.” Giggling a little, you waved to the camera. “Hi, I’m (Y/N), someone that can’t garden to save her life.”

“Yeah, this is (Y/N).” Laughing at your introduction, Itadori loosened up as he spoke. Talking about the promise he had made and the seeds you chose to plant, he went through the packets with the camera and zoomed in on the empty soil.

“I’m going to list on screen the fertilizers I recommend for this kind of soil; it’s all kinds you can buy for cheap!”

“You’re really easy going in front of the camera.” You said after he turned it off. You’d interjected with funny quips here and there as you and Itadori planted, but for the most part you were quiet, letting him do his thing and rattle off a million and one gardening tips.

“You think so? That’s good to hear!” Your compliment meant a lot to him; he never had an audience before, and his friends never commented on it when they watched his videos. A light blush adorned his cheeks as he shot some b-roll footage, chuckling as you waved at the camera after being caught in a sweeping view.

“Do you edit all your videos yourself?” You asked, walking slowly side by side back to the house.

“I do.” It wasn’t the best by any means, but Itadori was proud of the skills he’d managed to scrape together during his time producing content. He thought about hiring an editor, or at least someone else to just look at his work, but he didn’t like the feeling that it gave him; like he was giving up on a part of his channel, delegating it to someone else when he should be taking responsibility and doing it himself.

“If you want, I can…possibly help? I do some video editing for my agency.” The words were hesitant to come out of your mouth and you didn’t look at Itadori as you said them. You knew it was risky, and you were prepared to hear a rejection come from him.

“I…” His previous sentiment flashed before him. “Sure, you can give it a try.” Saying it with a slight smile, on the inside Itadori was freaking out. He had no idea he would say that, shocking himself to the core. But looking at your tentative smile, the ease in your shoulders as you walked into his home, he found he didn’t regret it.

Sitting you at the dining table, Itadori brought out lunch. He had made a large salad with the vegetables he’d grown, putting in fish that he had bought at the market. He was proud to boast that he made the dressing himself as well as the lemonade in your cup.

“You’re amazing, Itadori.” The awe in your eyes bolstered Itadori, making his chest puff out with pride. He could see the stars in your eyes and wished he could take a picture to capture the moment forever. Choosing not to answer, he stuffed his mouth instead, watching with interest as you took your first bite. “Itadori, it’s amazing you’re not married already.”

“W-what?!”

“Especially living in this town.” Your statement made him blush fiercely, his entire body engulfing into a red flush. It was true some of the townsfolk had wondered about possibly setting him up, but Itadori felt too awkward to accept any dates.

“S-so, what kind of videos have you edited?” Desperate to change the subject before he embarrassed himself, Itadori glanced at his camera sitting on the table.

“Mainly short videos for bands, like if they film behind the scenes content or make a vlog.” Pulling out your phone, you brought up a recent video you edited. “We flew overseas for a brand campaign with an artist recently!” Leaning forward, Itadori watched the man on screen talk about his first time being in the city and working with the brand in question. The video was smooth, interjected with funny pictures or short meme videos, stickers and glowing pencil drawings adorning the man whenever he did something cute.

“He’s…” Itadori struggled to find a word to describe him. With a serious, almost sullen face and jet black hair, Itadori saw why he would be the face of a brand.

“Megumi’s a bit of a grouch.” You chuckled, pausing at one part of the video where he was eating ice cream. “He insisted on getting ice cream just because I said I wanted some, and ended up getting it all over his clothes!” And sure enough when you hit play, Megumi stumbled on a bump in the sidewalk and his cone went right into the middle of his shirt; a GTA death screen fading overtop him as he realized what happened.

“What kind of music does he make?” Itadori was impressed with your editing skills, but there was something weighing on his mind.

“Here, let me show you!” Eager to promote him, you pulled up Megumi’s most recent music video. Itadori nearly groaned at hearing the smooth tenor voice coming out, wanting to smack a hand over his face. There was no way he could compete with a guy like this.

“He sounds great.” Itadori wasn’t listening to the words at all - he was too busy picturing Megumi buying you ice cream, probably taking you to dinner once filming was over and getting you some fancy bottle of wine Itadori had no idea how to pronounce. “Is he your boyfriend too?” As he asked, his head slumped forward and pressed against the table. He couldn’t bear to hear a yes come from you.

“W-what?” Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. “N-no! He’s my- he’s the agency's client!” You didn’t even allow yourself to entertain that idea, not wanting to get caught up in silly daydreams and possibly losing your job for falling for someone.

“Good.” Whispering to himself, Itadori sat up and ran a hand through his hair. “Finish eating, I’m going to grab my laptop and upload the footage.” Quickly leaving the table, as soon as Itadori was out of earshot he leaned against the wall and let out a sharp exhale. Thank god.

Returning quickly, Itadori took a seat next to you instead of across, opening up his laptop and importing the footage as fast as he could. Just sitting next to you like this made him nervous, sliding over the laptop and trying not to breathe too loudly as your knees brushed together.

“Itadori, your computer’s a dinosaur.” Giggling at the piece of tech before you and nudging his shoulder, you took a glance over the screen.

“Shut up.” He nudged you back and laughed as well. His friends also teased him about it, but Itadori figured that as long as it still turned on, it was good enough for him. He wanted to spend his time in the garden, not worrying behind a screen.

“Itadori, do you think-” just as you were speaking, your phone interrupted with a blaring ringtone. “Shit sorry.” Scrambling to grab it, Itadori saw the name flash on screen: Megumi.

“Hello?” It was a video call, something you were ill-prepared for. Fixing your hair and clothes, you were met with the desperate face of Megumi’s agent.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” The man was close to tears, or at least that’s what it looked like to Itadori. “I need your help!”

“What is it, Jin?” Glancing at Itadori, you mouthed the word sorry and sent him a brief pout.

“I know you said you were on vacation for a while and that you would respond to emails once a week and to not bother you too much, but-”

“Gimme the phone.” Yanking it from his grasp, Megumi positioned himself into view with a scowl. “Where are you?”

Itadori’s mouth flashed a quick frown. Why was this man talking to you like this?

“You know where I am.” You replied in kind, playfully scowling back at Megumi. It was quiet for a moment, just the two of you staring at each other, before it was Megumi that broke the silence.

“Whatever. What’s my schedule for the week?”

“Ask your agent!” Rolling your eyes dramatically, you slumped in your chair. “He’s literally right next to you!”

“I don’t want to hear it from him.” Megumi copied your eye roll, earning a begrudging laugh from you. “Wait. Who’s that?”

“Who’s who?” You immediately jerked away from Itadori upon noticing his face was starting to peek into view.

“Are you with another guy?”

“Megumi, you can’t ask that!” Jin cried, tugging on his arm.

“It’s no one!” Another giggle came out from you, coated in nervousness. You didn’t expect Megumi to care who you were with.

“(Y/N), who-”

“He’s my boyfriend, bye!” Blurting out the line, you hung up the phone and slammed it on the table. Your entire body burned from humiliation and your phone was now getting a flurry of text messages.

“He…has your personal number?” Itadori asked slowly.

“Yeah.” Lifting up your phone, you groaned at all the messages from Megumi and now his agent as well. “Boss thought it’d be best for him to have it when we started working together. Ya know, ‘just in case’.” You’d never been more desperate for a proper work life balance than now. Sitting up, you took a look at the messages.

Megumi: (Y/N)! Call me

Megumi: answer the phone!!

Megumi: do you really have a boyfriend?!

Jin: (Y/N) I’M SO SORRY

Jin: just email me the schedule for this week

Jin: I promise to keep Megumi out of the way while you’re gone

Jin: JUST PLEASE DO THIS FOR ME

“Wow, they’re desperate.” Itadori didn’t mean to read your messages but it was difficult not to when you made no effort to hide them.

“Jin is always like this, I swear he was born a nervous wreck.” Pushing yourself away from the table, you wanted to curse at the moment that was lost between you and Itadori. It was normal for Jin to act this way, but Megumi was usually so nonchalant that you had trouble reading him at times.

“Let me get back home and put out the fire.” You had a dramatic slump to your shoulders that made Itadori laugh. “Do you mind sending me the files? I really want to edit the video.”

“No problem!” Giving you a thumbs up, Itadori led you to the door.

“Oh, and sorry about calling you my boyfriend.” You stuttered to a stop right as the door opened, taking a tiny step across the threshold and looking over your shoulder. “I hope it didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no worries.” Itadori waved it off. “I…I didn’t mind it all, actually.” Taking a quick glance at you, Itadori rubbed the back of his neck. Both of you stood still, worrying your lips and unsure of what to say next. “There’s a market in the next town over a few days from now, d’ya want to come with me?”

“I’d love that.” Your flushed smile and shy giggle made Itadori laugh himself.

“Great. I’ll text you the details.”

“Great.” The both of you gave each other once overs before finally separating and Itadori watched you walk away until he could no longer see you.

In the coming days, you had been unexpectedly swamped with work; apparently, you were the only one able to work with Megumi’s attitude and coax him into actually listening to Jin. You came over to Itadoris briefly, just to check on the plants and give him some bread your grandma made.

The day of the market, Itadori drove to you in his mini truck, the back filled with wooden crates of produce he intended to trade for some meat. Climbing in, the two of you set off down the road with a picnic basket in your lap; you and your grandma had woken up early just to make lunch for today.

“I’m so excited!” Bouncing in your seat, your eyes darted at every passing thing. You used to go to the neighboring towns a lot when you were younger but as you’d grown older you got too busy to do more than visit your grandparents.

Itadori smiled big at your enthusiasm and hoped the market would live up to all your expectations. You chattered about how it used to be when you came, before you got swept up in university and getting a job in the city. Listening happily, Itadori flicked the radio on.

“Oh my gosh, this is Megumi’s song!” Snapping to attention, you immediately turned the volume up, clapping giddily as his voice filled the car. “This is amazing! I have to let him know!” Quickly shooting off a message to him, you turned to Itadori. “What do you think of his song?”

“His song?” Resting his head in his hand, Itadori listened intently for a few moments. Megumi wasn’t a bad singer by any stretch, yet Itadori struggled to find something to say that wasn’t negative. “It’s good.”

“Just good?” You teased, leaning forward as the car slowed down at a red light. Itadori glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his cheeks getting a bit warm.

“If I say it’s amazing will you stop looking at me like that?”

“Ha!” Falling back into your seat, you laughed and sent off another message to Megumi. “I’ll let him know you love it.”

“Y-you’re telling him right now?”

“Of course! He worked really hard on this song!” He had spent many sleepless nights in the recording booth, only coming out to use the bathroom and to give you and Jin loathsome stares.

You came to the town in twenty minutes, nearly swaying Itadori to stop at a random field so you could take pictures of some grazing cows. Parking right at the edge of the market, Itadori first had to deliver his produce. He insisted on you staying in the car, not wanting you to lift anything heavy and hurt yourself.

“Alright, all done.” A few minutes later and you two began your walk down the market, shoulder to shoulder and looking curiously at every table.

“Smell this!” Picking up a bar of soap, you held it out and watched Itadori take a sniff.

“Oh, a sample!” A kind elderly man gave you and Itadori a slice of cheese.

By the time you were halfway down the market, Itadori was carrying a bag of things you stated you absolutely needed. You’d even bought him a few things, like a candle and homemade cookies.

“I love it here.” Sipping on an iced drink, you and Itadori wandered over to the nearby park, setting up your picnic and laying out on the grass. “I can’t wait for the summer festival, it’ll be even more fun!” You’d gone to the festival nearly every year, only missing out on recent years due to work.

“Yeah, it’ll be great.” Itadori was already forming a mental plan on how to ask you out at the festival, possibly right before the fireworks went off.

The two of you spread out on the blanket you’d laid down, people watching as you ate. The sun was warm against your skin, there was the light background noise of people in the distance, and once your stomach was full you decided to lay down.

“That cloud looks like a rabbit.” You pointed up at the sky. Itadori had laid down with you, not even trying to hide his yawn.

“Mmm, I don’t see it.”

“Your eyes aren’t even open.” Poking him, you got him to open one eye.

“Okay, maybe I see it.” Both of you laughed quietly, and while you tried to pick out more shapes from the clouds, Itadori fell asleep - with you unwittingly following suit soon after. It wasn’t a deep sleep by any means, you could still faintly hear people around you, but it felt good to relax for a bit.

A heavy weight across your midsection roused you in your slumber, drawing you closer to the body laying next to you. Looking out the corner of your eye, you saw Itadori still fast asleep, his head pushed against yours as his arm tightened around you.

“He’s so cute.” You whispered softly, fumbling to grab your phone and snap a couple pictures of him and the two of you together. You had to bite back the childish squeal that bubbled in your chest; the two of you looked cute together and if you were bolder you would show them to Itadori when he awoke.

Letting him sleep, you carefully sat up and began to put things away and back into the basket. At least half an hour had passed since you both laid down and there was no shortage of people still at the market.

Looking down at Itadori, you were unable to resist any longer and you ran a hand through his hair. It wasn’t exceptionally soft or silky, if anything it was a bit rough and in need of conditioner, no doubt from him being outside all the time but you liked the feeling between your fingers and you repeated the motion.

“Feels nice…” Itadori mumbled sleepily, pushing himself into your leg and groaning in appreciation at your fingers in his hair.

“Have a nice nap?” You chuckled, ruffling his hair a bit to stir him awake.

“How- how long was I asleep?” Interrupted by a yawn, Itadori forced himself to open his eyes and look into the sky.

“I’m not sure, I was asleep too.” Grinning at each other, Itadori yawned again and sat up on his elbow.

“We should head out soon, I need to load up the truck and get the meat home.” He made no move to get up any further, instead rubbing a hand over his face and shaking his head. Itadori looked at something in the distance, his mind trying to catch up with what was happening in the world.

“C’mon.” Helping him come to a stand, you folded up the blanket and tugged on his sleeve. “Let’s go.”

“Okay.” Comically dragging his feet, Itadori let you drag him back to the market. As you got back into the crowd of people, he slipped your hand from his sleeve and laced your fingers together. “Let’s stay close.”

The words came out smoothly and from your vantage point he looked perfectly calm moving through the crowd, but on the inside Itadori was freaking out. It was taking everything in him not to shake from holding your hand and if he dared look over his shoulder at you, he knew an embarrassing noise would escape him.

“Pretty flowers.” You said casually, looking at a table full of floral bouquets. Itadori took one glance at the table and turned, walking straight toward it.

“Which one do you want?” He asked, fishing out money from his wallet.

“Oh no, it’s okay, you don’t have to-”

“How about this one?” Itadori picked up a large bouquet of baby's-breath and tulips, a lovely pink shade that nearly matched his hair.

“These are gorgeous.” Taking the flowers from him, you took a whiff as Itadori paid for them.

“Such a loving boyfriend you have.” The shopkeeper cooed, handing Itadori his change.

“Thank you.” A blush overtook your cheeks and a smile spread across your face; you didn’t have the heart to correct them nor did you want to in the first place. Walking back to Itadori’s truck hand in hand, you sat in the car as he loaded a few coolers of meat into the back.

Hugging the bouquet to your chest, the two of you drove in relative quiet, listening to the soft noise of the radio as the day winded down.

“I had a great time today.” You spoke up as Itadori made it to the front of your home.

“I did too.” Putting the truck in park, he quickly hopped out and ran to your side to open your door. Taking hold of the hand he offered, you moved slowly, not wanting the time together to end. Standing in the doorway, Itadori stared straight at you, inching closer every few seconds.

“Welcome back you two!” Your grandpa’s voice shocked both of you, forcing Itadori to take a large step back from you.

“H-hey grandpa!” You waved, hoping he didn’t see you and Itadori just staring at each other. Closing the car door, you tipped your head at Itadori. “I’ll see you soon? I should be done editing your video by tomorrow.”

“Soon.” With a nod and a wave to your grandpa, Itadori got back into his truck and drove off, this time allowing his hands to shake as violently as they wanted to. When night fell and both of you were in bed, Itadori could hardly sleep, reliving the day over and over in his head. As he tossed for the hundredth time, his phone lit up with a text.

(Y/N): I got a vase for the flowers!

Attached to your text was a picture of the vase sitting on your bedside table. Another picture came in shortly after, of you holding the bouquet in your backyard, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun.

(Y/N): grandma really wanted to take this picture, she said she’s going to print it out and frame it

Itadori immediately saved it to his phone, having to stop himself from making it his wallpaper.

Itadori: you look beautiful

Gripping his phone tightly, Itadori stared at the screen. He didn’t care if his statement was too bold, he needed to let you know.

(Y/N): thanks

The word was sent between a flurry of heart emojis and Itadori just knew you were blushing like he was. Neither of you said anything further, opting instead to grip your pillows and try to force sleep to come.

As the days and weeks went on, you and Itadori spent more time together. He loved how you edited his video, asking if you’d like to do a few more for him and possibly show him how to do it as well for when you left. You filmed several more videos together, capturing the growth of your seedlings into blossoming buds with fledgling leaves. You also went over the video comments together, thinking of how best to reply to them.

Neither of you said anything about the comments shipping you, saying how cute you looked together and wondering when you would start dating if you weren’t already. A few people had asked if you also made videos or were on other social media platforms, but you declined to answer those, not wanting it to possibly affect your work negatively.

“(Y/N), call up Yuji and tell him to come over, I want to have a barbecue.” Your grandpa announced just after 4pm. He and your grandma had been going back and forth about what to do for dinner and he finally decided.

“Why do I have to do it?” You questioned, grabbing your phone nonetheless.

“Oh, and tell him to bring some beers-”

“Don’t you dare, you know the doctor told you not to drink on that new medication!”

“Dear, he said one or two was fine!” And back to bickering they were. Laughing under your breath, you slipped out into the back, looking at the wide open grassland before you as you waited for Itadori to text back.

“(Y/N)!” You didn’t have to wait long, Itadori called your name as he rounded the corner.

“That was quick!” Standing to greet him, you gave him a curious look. You’d only sent the message ten minutes ago and he was already here with a platter of vegetables and meat.

“I got excited, I haven’t had a barbecue in so long!” In dirt stained overalls and no shoes, you could see he had been working in the garden.

“Well I’ll let grandpa know you’re here.”

“Yuji!” As if on cue, the man came out of the house. “Such a good kid.” Taking the platter from him, your grandfather turned over his shoulder. “Dear, is the barbecue still in the shed?”

“I’ll get it.” Itadori immediately walked over to the building in question, pulling out the barbecue and a bag of charcoal. “Where d’ya want it, gramps?”

“Over here.” As the two of them got to work setting up the grill, you went back inside to grab drinks. In no time, all of you were outside, listening to music from an old stereo and waiting for the grill to heat up.

“So (Y/N), how’s that boy in the city?” Taking a sip of water, Daichi stared at the grill. “He done calling you all the time?”

“Megumi’s just stressed, this is the first time I’ve gone on a vacation like this since we met.” Itadori frowned at the topic of conversation; he couldn’t help but see Megumi as competition in winning you over.

“Oh Yuji, you’re so cute!” Cooing at the young man, your grandma glanced at you. “I think someone is jealous.” Giggling behind her hand, the elderly woman patted you on the shoulder as you slapped a hand over your face.

“Jeez Yachi, you could try to be more subtle!” Leaning back dramatically, Daichi groaned.

“I can’t help it!” She continued to tease, reveling in yours and Itadori’s embarrassed faces.

“I’m going to get more water before I die of humiliation.” Jumping up, you all but ran into the kitchen to escape. Going straight into the bathroom, you splashed cold water on your face to quell your scalding cheeks.

Once your body had cooled down, you exited the bathroom, surprised to see Itadori standing at the kitchen counter chopping vegetables. You could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he chopped, his already short sleeves rolled up to expose his shoulders.

“Did grandma put you to work?” Making your presence known, you tore your eyes away from his arms and over to the window where the two of them were standing over the grill.

“Yeah.” Itadori chuckled, focused on chopping. Leaning against the counter, you looked over to him, wanting to say something about your grandma’s comment. “I am jealous.” He spoke before you could, not tearing his eyes away from his task.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Glancing at you, he licked his lips nervously before continuing. “Jealous that he’s known you longer, he’s gone on a vacation with you and probably a bunch of other things I don’t even want to think about.” Setting the knife down, Itadori placed his hand over yours. “But I’ll beat him, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Beat him in what?” Your breath was hardly coming out and your heart was beating so loudly in your ears you were surprised any sound was able to be heard.

“In the race for you.” A shaky exhale left Itadori, his eyes making contact with yours briefly before dropping to your lips. “I’m going to win your heart before Megumi knows what hit him.” Giving your hand a brief squeeze, Itadori stepped away and grabbed the cutting board he’d been working on. “Alright, all done!” He yelled as he walked outside, leaving you alone to think about what just happened.

You wanted to deny it, push away the idea that Megumi might like you in that way, but there was no getting around it. You’d seen the signs yourself no matter how hard you pushed them away and if these past weeks were any indication, he was desperate not to lose you to Itadori.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur, your interaction with Itadori playing over and over in your head. A few other neighbors had joined the fray, helping to disperse the conversations and take attention away from you. You didn’t shy away from Itadori, sitting next to him when it came time to eat and walking him out when it got too dark to stay out any longer.

“Thanks for coming.” You two were now standing on the sidewalk, neither of you making a move to leave the other.

“I had a good time.” Rocking on his feet, Itadori reached out and hooked his fingers on yours. “I’ll see you soon?” He gave you a hopeful look from under his lashes, one that turned to happiness at your nod.

“Yeah, I need to check on my plants!”

“Plants, of course.” Chuckling, Itadori raised your hand to his lips, giving your knuckles a kiss and a squeeze before letting go. “See you.”

“Bye.” Biting your lip to hold back a childish giggle, you waited for Itadori to get a bit farther away before making yourself turn to go back inside. Itadori’s confession followed you to sleep, making butterflies erupt in your stomach everytime you thought about his lips on your hand.

With the summer festival coming up sooner than either of you had anticipated, the time you and Itadori spent together wasn’t as much as either of you had hoped. Being a strapping young man, he was put to work grabbing supplies and setting up booths. What time you did spend together was always short, just a quick exchange before Itadori was called to do other things or he was simply too exhausted to stay awake any longer.

But it was all worth it in the end, when you woke up and saw that the festival was beginning to start. People from other towns had come and set up, making the festival stretch widely across the town center.

“Itadori!” Painfully excited and jumping for joy, you knocked loudly on his front door. You knew he wasn’t at the festival already because you had made a promise to go together.

There were a few thumps from the other side of the door and a hushed ‘ow!’ before the door was yanked open.

“W-what time is it?” Itadori yawned, shielding his face from the sun. You couldn’t formulate an answer though, too busy ogling his shirtless physique. It was like seeing him for the first time all over again, your eyes drinking in every detail of his muscles.

“Eleven?” Your voice was terribly quiet and Itadori didn’t even hear it, opting to turn around and look at the clock on the wall.

“Damn, pretty late. Come in.” Dragging his feet through the hall, Itadori came to a halt at a coffee machine in the kitchen. “Want one?”

“I’m good.” Leaning against the dining table, you now stared at the muscles in his back, idly wondering what it’d be like to touch them.

“I see you staring.” Itadori teased, looking at you from the corner of his eye as he poured a cup of coffee.

“Shut up.” Whipping your head away, a blush cropped up on the back of your neck.

“I’ll get dressed and then we can go.” Quickly downing the drink, he did a light jog out of the kitchen. Five minutes later and Itadori reappeared, a light tank top adorning him. Escorting you out of the house, Itadori held up his camera.

“You’re filming a vlog?” You asked excitedly. He had never really filmed a video like this before and you were excited to see him broadening his content.

“Yes, I’m filming a vlog.” He was already holding up the camera, arm extended to capture both of you in the frame. “It’s the summer festival everyone! And me and (Y/N) are going!”

“It’s going to be great! There’s so much to do there!” You chimed in, pumping your first into the air.

“What should we do first? Maybe get some cotton candy?”

“Yes!” Scurrying ahead, you let Itadori continue to talk to the camera, excitement driving you forward. Briefly looking over your shoulder, you saw him film you running off and waving. Stopping once you reached the edge of the festival, you bounced on your toes waiting for him to meet up with you.

“Someone’s excited.” He teased, casually slinging an arm over your shoulder as you began your walk through the festival. You welcomed the motion, moving closer to him and letting your head rest on his shoulder for a moment.

Walking through the festival, Itadori had a hard time multitasking between vlogging and talking to you. He’d never filmed in such a public place before and it was making him nervous; not all the townsfolk knew he filmed videos.

“Hey Itadori!” A man sitting at a strawberry tanghulu stand waved the two of you down, gesturing to the fruit sitting on the table. “Look, these are with the strawberries you grew!”

“Wow!” Itadori had an impressed look on his face as he filmed it for the camera.

“Here, take some! They’re technically yours after all!” The man eagerly handed you a skewer of the fruit, giving you two a wave as you walked away.

“Don’t keep me waiting, try it.” Itadori nudged you; he wanted to see what you thought of his food. Biting down on the brittle sugar, you hummed and licked your lips.

“Only the best from the Itadori farm!” You exclaimed, waving the skewer at the camera. “I know all of you are jealous!”

“Gimme some.” Opening his mouth, Itadori waited for you to feed him. Taking a bite himself, he gave a thumbs up. “Amazing.”

Walking around the festival, the both of you stopped to talk to the other townspeople, some running stands and others just perusing themselves. There was a lot to see and do, from eating all the festival food you could get your hands on to watching live performances of local musicians.

“I should ask Megumi if he’d be interested in playing a festival, I want to go to more.” You said offhandedly, always eager to help broaden the exposure of your agencies clients.

“I should become a musician so I can have you think about me all the time.” Itadori teased, pinching your cheek.

“I think about you plenty!” Giggling and swatting at his hand, you captured it in yours, holding it tightly against your chest. Itadori laughed as well, untangling your hands to properly thread your fingers together.

“Good, ‘cause I think about you a lot.” Resting his head against yours, Itadori turned his attention to the music playing, turning the camera so it could capture it as well.

As the sun began to set, there was an excited murmur of the fireworks show to come. Itadori had helped put it together, driving cases of fireworks from one town to the other and helping plan out the order of everything on his ancient laptop.

“How cute!” Walking around a bit before it started, you stumbled upon a game stall where the prizes were large plushies. A large pink bunny had caught your eye, its ears much longer than its body.

“You like it?” Handing the camera to you, Itadori fished out a few dollars. “I’ll win it, no problem.”

“Alright, I’m counting on you!” Angling the camera, you made sure the whole stall was in frame before he started. Itadori was painfully focused, he hardly made a sound as he threw darts to pop the balloons a few feet away. Every throw landed, making you more anxious by the minute.

“It’s all yours.” The person manning the stall pulled down the rabbit and handed it to Itadori.

“Here you go.” Walking off, Itadori switched the camera for the rabbit.

“Thank you!” Feeling a rush of adrenaline, you bounced on your toes and swooped in, giving Itadori a kiss on the cheek. Clutching the plush close to your chest, you laughed at his shocked expression and how his eyes got wider upon realizing he caught it on camera.

“N-no problem.” He could hardly speak, surprised that you would even want to kiss him. Fighting the urge to grab you and kiss you back, Itadori tugged at your hand instead, focusing on walking straight and not passing out from how hot his face was.

Finding a spot to watch the fireworks, Itadori hugged you to his chest, resting his camera on his shoulder as the sky lit up. The babble of amazed children was drowned out every few moments by a loud boom and the crowd was bathed in a wonderful swatch of bright colors.

While the fireworks were going off, Itadori did mental gymnastics trying to figure out how he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend. With the festival coming to an end, it also signaled the beginning of the end of summer, meaning you’d be going back to work in the city in no time. He worried so much about it all that the firework show came and went without him noticing.

“I had so much fun!” As the two of you walked out of the town center, your hands had naturally come together and swung back and forth.

“Me too.” Itadori turned the camera off now, it was too dark to really see anything on film. Passing by street lights, he dreaded every step closer to your homes. “(Y/N).” He stopped abruptly. “Let’s go on a walk.”

“Okay.” Sending him a curious look, you followed him down a side street away from home. Walking in silence, you could tell something was eating at Itadori because every few steps he would falter and look at you, only to snap his head away just as quickly. “Is something wrong?” Now it was your turn to stop under a streetlight, tugging him to stop as well.

“No.” Itadori said, refusing to look at you. “Well, yes…” Taking a glance at you made a groan come out of him and he threw his head back in frustration. “Nothing’s wrong, I just…just…” It was silent between you two: you looking at Itadori with worry and him staring at the sky trying to muster the courage to do something.

“Did I do anything wrong?”

“No!” Your question immediately brought Itadori back to earth, his wide stare throwing you off. “No, nothing!”

“Then what’s up? You’ve been acting weird since we left.”

“I-” Getting fed up with himself, Itadori let out a short and annoyed shout. “I just don’t want this night to end with me doing nothing!”

“Nothing?”

“Yes! I want to- I want to kiss you! I want to ask you out, I want you to be my girlfriend! But how can I ask any of that when I keep chickening out?” He hadn’t meant to shout, but Itadori was getting angry at himself. Squeezing your hand tighter, he leaned forward and rested his forehead on your shoulder. “I don’t want you going back to the city without at least knowing how much I like you.”

Itadori refused to lift his head after his final words, not wanting to see your expression lest it be something he didn’t want to see. Sure, he had stated that he intended to win your heart but this was different, he was actually coming out and saying how much he wanted to be with you.

“Itadori.” Nudging his head up, you got him to look at you, his cheeks a horribly deep shade of pink. Looking at you made it worse, but he leaned into the hand you placed on his cheek. “I thought you’d never ask.” Your words made a tremendous weight lift off his shoulders and Itadori nearly collapsed.

“Thank god.” He sighed happily, cupping your cheeks as well and laughing like a fool. “I don’t think I could stand to be rejected.” Pushing his forehead against yours, he closed his eyes and sighed again. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” The word barely left you before he was already putting his lips on yours. Itadori was smiling in the kiss, pushing his teeth into yours without meaning to. He kissed you a few times, managing to close his mouth properly a few times before finally parting.

“Alright, let’s get you home. I don’t want gramps to get the wrong idea about me.” Kissing you again, Itadori put his arm around your shoulder and began walking. The trip back was too short for either of your liking and you made it to your front door all too soon.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked hopefully.

“Of course.” Itadori punctuated his statement with a kiss. Sharing a long hug, you eventually separated and went inside. Taking a glance into the lounge room, you balked at seeing both your grandparents scrambling to fix the curtains. “Were you spying on us?”

“I- well- it was your grandma's idea.”

“No it wasn’t! You know grandpa is nosy!”

You couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed at being caught by your grandparents. You just laughed it off and offered to give them the details which they happily listened to, giving you love advice every now and again.

With the end of the festival truly came the end of your summer holiday. Itadori and you harvested your crops, proudly showing the camera the bundle of flowers and produce you were able to grow. He edited the vlog of the festival himself as well, keeping in all the cheesy and romantic moments you two shared and titling it ‘finally getting a girlfriend’. There were hundreds of fan edits by the end of the week and Itadori clipped several moments to relive on his TikTok.

Once the day came to leave, you said goodbye to your grandparents, promising to come back soon. Itadori drove you to the train station, his hand laced with yours as he drove. He was pensive, not saying much as he drove; he had to constantly stop himself from turning the car around and driving you right back to town.

“You won’t forget about me right?” He asked as he helped grab your bags.

“How could I?” You knew for a fact that he and your grandparents would be blowing up your phone constantly asking for you to visit.

“Megumi better not give you any trouble.” Itadori would be ready to drive to the city at the drop of a hat just to put the melancholy man in his place. You laughed at that statement, rolling your eyes and taking your suitcase from him.

“Please, Megumi’s harmless.” Fixing your bags and checking the time, you missed Itadori’s brief look of discontent. You said that, but Itadori had a feeling Megumi wouldn’t back off just because you suddenly had a new boyfriend.

“Text me when you get on the train.” Placing his hands on your shoulders, Itadori squared your body to him.

“I will.”

“Promise?”

“Promise!” Throwing your arms around him, you squeezed him tightly and pecked him on the lips. “I’ll even send a picture of my seat.” Kissing him one last time, you pulled apart and took a step back. “Bye!” You went to walk away but Itadori grabbed onto your hand, preventing you from going any further.

“I’m going to miss you!” He whined, letting you tug back and forth.

“You big baby!” You would miss him too and you nearly let him pull you back, but you stayed strong and eventually broke free from his hold. “Go pick out the fall crops already!”

“Fine!” Itadori made no move to leave, instead watching you walk away and into the station. He waited until you texted him that you were on the train and even then still waited until he heard the whistle blow and saw the train begin its departure.

(Y/N): miss you already

(Y/N): I’ll be back before you know it

(Itadori): I’ll be waiting

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