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꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ — ever since the first meeting, you’ve proven to be an anomaly. and yet again, sae finds himself out of character, doing things he didn’t think he would.

content: itoshi sae x female reader. angst/fluff, profanity, physical/verbal abuse, violence, mentions of infidelity, broken homes, unrequited love, manipulation/gaslighting. word count: 6.7k

༝༚༝༚ more yn and sae for this chapter yay !! ty to all of you who are reading this heh mwah you guys are my motivation <3 let’s hope i keep this pace up so some of you can get the tea faster :p

somehow, the fact that you’d managed to help land an interview with itoshi sae has given you some perks at work. (you’d let sumi take the credit for it, but considering your voice is on the recording, it was hard to deny your involvement.) the best of it all? sumi’s right; mr tatsuji is so absolutely pleased that he barely bothers to visit your department to chide any of you.

that way, at least if your personal life is a mess, your career is not. (for now.)

after three days of staying over at eita’s, you’re finally lugging your feet back home today. besides, he has a date and you’re not about to play third wheel when he inevitably comes home with her.

that’s otoya eita for you.

he insisted that it’s fine and if he really wanted to get some that he’d bring her to a hotel, but you’d really rather not get used to putting up at someone else’s house. especially when, technically, you do have a place to stay.

as you unwillingly (and slowly, painachingly) trudge back to your apartment, you can’t help but revisit your messages with sae. ever since you told him you’d let him follow you if he made a private account, he hasn’t responded since.

were you just in over your head? maybe he was just bored and was passing time by texting you. maybe he didn’t really mean it. maybe someone else took his phone and texted you just to make fun of you.

time to time, you still think of the night you met, how his eyes fluttered close, how he stayed rooted in position, how you would’ve actually done it out of curiosity if it wasn’t for the fact that it was a public place with cameras littering every few inches of space.

you sigh, locking your phone and tossing it back in your purse. in the end, maybe itoshi sae really is just someone for you to admire from afar. maybe that’s for the best; you can’t imagine how it’d even feel like dating someone who has such a big spotlight cast on him.

the evening air is chilly, the lights of the nearby shopping mall a warm golden, the sea of people walking past you soon to drown out. if you didn’t know better, you’d think you’re living a privileged life—being able to live in such a nice district, with a better-than-average apartment that had been fully paid for since you were born. and if life had been kind to you, then maybe you’d like living at home more than you do now.

but as it is, going home only serves as a reminder to all your problems. unescapable, unavoidable, unbearable. and maybe it’s not such a good move for you to depend on eita a lot to be your escape, to help you forget about all of it, at least when you’re with him, but you can’t help it. escapism feels nice. it’s nice to be around someone who knows about it and still accepts you, even though you and him don’t see eye to eye about it most of the time.

your stomach’s growling, and the macarons at the bakery’s display that you walk past are both nostalgic and tempting. but you can’t afford that.

something as simple as a box of macarons.

hang in there for the long term, you tell yourself. one day, you’ll get everything back.

not ten minutes later, you’re at your own doorstep, hesitating to even enter. through the door you can hear the sound of the television. it’s loud and playing some drama that always airs at this timing. you’ve heard the same voices so many times before.

it’s funny to think that these sounds used to feel like home to you.

either way, you have to get this over and done with, so you slot your key in and walk through the door, carefully toeing off your shoes as though being quiet would make you escape her notice.

“and where did you go off to the last few days? can’t even come home and be a dutiful daughter and eat with her own mother?”

it hasn’t even been five seconds.

all that ever awaits you at home now is the vile spit of your mother’s. it’s laughable because all she says is nonsense. you haven’t eaten on the same table together in years, even if you have been living under the same roof.

some part of you can’t help but be defiant. you know it’s a bad idea, but she’s out of line, and yet you’re still helping her. and you can’t figure out why.

“how about you be a dutiful mother and stop spending all your daughter’s money and go find a job?”

there’s a sharp sound that bounces off the walls of the living room quicker than you can expect it, and it takes you five seconds and the sting on your cheek to realise your mother had just slapped you with all her might.

not an ounce of hesitation or regret. there is only fury in her eyes as she looks down at you, summoning every bit of disdain she can muster.

of course, how could you forget? this is what you get for talking back to her. it’s been a while since she’d last laid a hand on you, so maybe you’d gotten cocky, thinking she wouldn’t do it again.

“is this all you’re good for? you’re not using that filthy mouth to jack people off so you’re using it to spite me?”

there’s a lot you want to say.

you want to talk back to her again, to say that she’s the useless one out of the two of you. the one who doesn’t work yet gambles all day. the one who spent all the savings and insurance money so she’s fully depending on you month to month.

you want to tell her that you’re not some whore who goes around fucking everyone you see. she always hated eita, but that’s because he knows she’s no good. that’s also why you never tell him if she lays her hand on you. you don’t want to get them into any altercations. you also want to tell her eita’s taken better care of you than she ever has, and you don’t even have to jack him off for it.

but you stay silent.

because silence is the most comfortable you can get with her. no matter what you say or do, it will never suffice for her. she wants money, and she’s only angry because you haven’t been home to give it to her. it’s why you lock your own door every time you head out or go to sleep. you don’t want to find your own belongings gone by the time you’re back. neither do you want to find her snooping around your room in the middle of the night.

both of which have happened before.

taking advantage of your shock, she yanks your purse out of your hand, fishing for your wallet and grabbing all the cash she can find before tossing it back to you.

there’s no mercy in her eyes as she glares at her own daughter, the one she carried herself in her womb for nine whole months and once sworn to love. and now she blames the same little girl for ruining her body and refuses to take responsibility for her.

“listen, be a good girl and just give me what i ask for okay?” her tone is nothing but condescending and threatening. “if you’d just behave yourself, i wouldn’t have to do shit like that. think a little, would you?”

the demon that is your mother speaks as if you’re in the wrong, sighing to herself as she lights a cigarette and walks away, stuffing your hard-earned money in her purse before making for her room and slamming the door as she completely disposes of you for the day. she already got what she wanted, after all.

utterly defeated, you completely forget about your hunger, retreating into your room, locking the door behind you and falling to the floor. your vision blurs and your cheek still stings. you wonder if it’ll leave a mark like it did the last time.

your phone vibrates once.

blurry vision aside, you can tell it’s eita from the name alone. his talk to me if you need anything, okay? is bright on your phone screen, the only light in this room because you don’t have the energy to turn on the lights. you’re not feeling exceptionally hopeful today. the dark seems just right.

you’re thankful that you have a friend like him. you probably don’t deserve how nice he is to you. but you don’t want to talk to him. you don’t think you want to talk to anyone.

maybe just one person.

but he’s six foot under and inaccessible to you.

you’re not sure when you made it onto your bed—your head’s a mess. it always is when you speak to her. that’s why you scream into the pillow, willing your energy away, trying to drown your thoughts with your voice, dreaming of the day you can break free from this cycle.

thunder, pitter patter, raindrops against the windowsill.

the lightning helps you make out the time from the clock on the wall above your door.

1am. your lips are chapped and the tears are dry against your cheeks. you’d subconsciously slept on the right side, your left still aching from earlier.

slowly, you get up, legs crossed and sitting on your bed, your earlier distress dissipated just slightly, mind a little clearer. (and always questionable.) your phone’s dead and you honestly don’t really care—what you do care about is your stomach’s incessant growling.

it wouldn’t take a genius to know that your mother cleared out all the food in the kitchen. it looked barren earlier from what you could see, maybe just a couple slices of bread and some condiments. you wouldn’t want to start cooking in the middle of the night either, lest she wakes up and you have even more to deal with.

the rain starts to lighten up by the time you’re out of the house, comfortable in your oversized windbreaker. you walk slowly, your slides already soaked from walking in the rain. it’s a nice cooling temperature, the wind in your face making you feel refreshed, like everything that’s horrible could be just a dream.

if only.

a light ten-minute walk later, you’re browsing through the aisles of the convenience store, wondering which brand of processed food is worthy to be your dinner. you hover between the cup noodles on the shelves and the sandwiches in the chiller, taking your time because home is not a place you’re exactly aching to go back to.

can you even call it a home at this point?

eventually, you waltz out of there with a warm tub of noodles, palms relishing in its warmth and your nose inhaling every last bit of its aroma.

dinner could be better, but you suppose you can’t complain when you’re trying your best to save up. after all, it’ll be a pain if your mother figures out the stash of savings you’re hiding. the last thing you want is for her to steal that away from you. then how would you ever move out on your own?

shaking your head as you settle down on a park bench on the opposite side of the road, you decide to throw those thoughts aside for now. it’s not a current problem that you need to mull over right now and destroy your mood. no, right now, what you need is just a peaceful night.

what’s past (earlier) is past.

even though it’s easier said than done when your tears start flowing one by one, and suddenly these noodles are saltier than you remember.

“sure you can’t come?”

sae looks at bianca through the passenger side window, her pout ever present. “nah, i’m tired. besides, if i oversleep who’s gonna drive you to the airport, huh?”

bianca grins at him, seemingly pacified. she reaches a hand into the car, perfectly manicured nails in full view before she clenches it into a fist, holding just a pinky out. “promise you’ll see me off tomorrow?”

there’s something between the lines that sae doesn’t get, nor is he sure he wants to. in all honesty, he’s not even sure why a promise is wanted here but he sticks out his pinky all the same anyway, because he’s pretty sure he won’t miss the alarm when it rings.

“yay, see you!”

“see you,” sae echoes as she bounds towards her friend’s place, ready for a last night of catching up over a game of cards before she flies back to america. as she disappears from his view, he wonders why she even tried to invite him in the first place. they’re her friends, he’s not really needed there anyway.

tuning out of those thoughts, sae drives off, already planning the remainder of the night. it’s 1am, and it’ll be near two by the time he makes it back to his apartment. that leaves him around a six hour sleep before he has to get up and send bianca off.

now that he’s thinking about it, since when has it become routine for him to send her off every time?

before he can even gather his thoughts about it, he steps on the brakes abruptly, wondering what the hell is wrong with some people to not be looking at both sides of the road before they cross, nearly pressing on the honk before something tells him not to. it’s distracting; the fact that the passing silhouette looks familiar and yet not at all.

against his better judgement, he pulls over by the side of the road, deciding to trust his gut. it’s late at night and there’s no reason for it but is that really you sitting on a park bench eating cup noodles past one in the morning? alone?

sae steps out of the car, mask on, pulling his hat down and his hoodie over his head to conceal himself, though some might argue he looks like he’s about to kidnap someone like this. he’s painfully aware this is dumb, and there’s no point to this, because what if it is you? it’s not like he has any reason to talk to you.

he stops midway, checking his phone and scrolling to your messages, his okay still sitting in the text box, unsent. fuck, he didn’t even realise until now. it didn’t help that he had a hectic schedule back to back for the past few days either. he never got around to creating that private account. he’ll just have to do it later.

a fleeting thought comes to him, wondering if you thought he was just pulling your leg about wanting to follow you. sure seems like it to him.

but he continues walking towards that park bench, towards that girl he thinks might be you, without knowing whatsoever what his next move will be. all he knows is that if that really is you, he’d rather say hello than say nothing at all.

even if it means making a detour that would undoubtedly make him endlessly tired the next day. for some reason.

and call him crazy, but as he draws closer, even without seeing your face, he knows it’s you somehow.

there’s something off about you, he doesn’t know what it is yet, but he can feel it. maybe he’ll find out. maybe he’ll try.

“hey, rude girl.”

just by the way your body stiffens up, he knows you recognise his voice. you choke on your noodles, coughing a little and rubbing your face before you whip your head upwards to face him, your eyes going wide with surprise.

“itoshi sae?”

why doesn’t he like it when you call him by his full name? it sounds weird, but he keeps his mouth shut.

“what are you doing here? do you live in the area?” you ask, setting your almost-empty cup of noodle on the bench. your voice is a little hoarse than he remembers, and your eyes are slightly puffy. there’s a faint swollenness on your left cheek, something he can see you’re desperately trying to hide behind your hair. it’s not really working.

he shakes his head, hands in his jacket pocket. “no, i was just dropping my friend off.” his eyes shift from you to the noodles. “supper?”

sae notices your eyebrow twitch ever so slightly, your nostrils flaring a little before you grin at him. “yeah, i missed lunch so this is me making up for it,” you giggle, offering a thumbs up.

is it bad to say he doesn’t believe you? you’re alone in the middle of the night on a park bench eating instant noodles with a slightly swollen cheek. yet you’re in front of him acting like nothing’s wrong.

this is already far from what he’d usually do. if you were anyone else, he would’ve just drove past and forgotten in a few days that he ever saw them. but as it is, here he is, standing in front of you, car parked illegally by the curb, just to verify that it really is you for no apparent reason.

still, he’s glad he did. you look like you’ve gotten a year’s worth of bad news judging by the state you’re in. and sae usually doesn’t cater to people, expects people to tell him what they need, not make him guess, but he’s already guessing what you might need.

your stomach is still growling, though you’re trying to hide it by slumping on the bench, arms over your stomach. sae has no idea why you feel like you have to hide, or who probably slapped you in the first place, but he finds himself disposing of your noodles before he’s grabbing you gently by the hand, tugging you along with him.

“hey, uh, where are we going?”

despite your shallow hesitation, sae feels your fingers curl around his palm. his heart skips a beat. he stops in his tracks, turning back around to face you. there’s an inexplicable emotion stirring inside him when he looks into your eyes.

his free hand comes up to remove his cap, putting it over your head and pushing it down to fit better. he doesn’t have a mask for you, but it’ll do. something tells him you don’t really want other people to see your face right now. and while the circumstances are different, he supposes he understands how it feels.

maybe you think he’s doing this because he’d rather not be papped with a girl, rather not have any more dating rumours. he’ll let you keep thinking that. he’ll keep acting like he doesn’t see the wound you’re desperately trying to hide.

for now.

“i’m hungry, eat with me,” is all he tells you before he resumes dragging you along behind him, calloused hands wrapping over your own.

sae’s not hungry in the least. he’d eaten probably three meals worth of food with bianca before this since she’d dragged him to a korean barbecue joint.

but you’re hungry. you’re starving and you’re not acting like it and you don’t say a thing about it—he doesn’t really get you.

he wants to.

maybe that’s why he’s doing all this. maybe that’s why he lets you in his car, drives to an izakaya he knows all too well. maybe that’s why he keeps stealing glances at you in the car, and maybe that’s why he feels a little warm inside when he catches you smiling to yourself.

as you sit silently beside him as he drives, your fingers fiddle nervously with each other. never did you think that you’d end up in sae’s luxurious car tonight of all nights. as if it wasn’t apparent enough before, after seeing his car, this definitely looks like a life that’s far beyond your reach.

you wonder if sae is the type of person who likes cars. it’s never indicated anywhere if he is. you recognise the brand; you don’t know the exact model but it’s a maserati, wrapped a matte black, at that. the interior leather seats are comfortable, and his air freshener smells nice.

on top of that, he’s driving you to someplace because he’s hungry too. talk about luck and coincidence.

you were thinking of just taking a short walk before going back home, but you’d take his invitation over that any day. you’re not sure where he’s taking you, but your feet are tapping in anticipation, though you hope it’s not anywhere expensive because you’re definitely not dressed the part.

beside you, sae’s not exactly dressed in anything fancy, but with looks like that? he would look expensive dressed in anything.

“quit staring,” sae mumbles, and you hurriedly avert your gaze, embarrassed at getting caught although you snicker a little when you catch the hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks. “what are you laughing at?”

you try to suppress a grin, biting on your lower lip. “you’re not as uncaring as the internet makes you seem,” you ponder out loud.

sae accepts your train of thought. he’s well aware that’s how he comes off in real life too. “and?” it’s a red light so he stops the car, turning his head to look straight at you.

is he asking you what you think of him?

you feel your heart skip a beat. he’s pretty, and he’s staring at you with those clear teal eyes of his and it makes you want to drown in them for some reason. he’s not as unfeeling as he comes across, and for him to bother taking you with him just to eat must mean you don’t fall into the category of people he finds to be just a waste of time.

you want to know what this is.

“i don’t know, you’re like a cat,” you shrug, reverting back to your unserious self. “but i’ll let you know again once i get to know you better, itoshi sae.”

he looks away, the green light barely seeping through his windows. he doesn’t understand. “if you even get that far, that is.” (he likes how you already assume you’ll get to know him more. are you looking to spend more time with him?)

you grin, making an internal bet with yourself. “just you wait,” you tell him, confident in your abilities. “i have a habit of growing on people.”

(sae chuckles internally, because he doesn’t doubt you. you already are.)

“are you sure this place is open?” you ask, discreetly tapping lightly on your cheeks, deciding that maybe you look just fine now. and it doesn’t seem like there’s a soul here anyway.

once sae parks his car into the lot, you take his cap off and look around, the sleek stand-alone three-storey building looking completely closed on the outside. there’s no other cars parked here—surely they’re not still open?

sae takes his keys out of the ignition, stuffing it into his jacket pocket. he looks nonchalant for the most part. “don’t worry, i know the owner, let’s go.”

you shrug to yourself, placing his cap neatly on the dashboard before getting up. he waits and observes as you get out of his car, making sure you’re beside him before he starts walking towards the restaurant. you notice him matching your pace, with you shamelessly adjusting it just to check.

before he enters through the doors, he looks at you, “there’s no one else around. just the owner’s nephew who’ll be cooking for us.”

the shopkeeper’s bell chimes as he makes his way inside, holding the door for you, and you wordlessly enter, even though you’re wondering why he feels the need to tell you that. is it because you look like a mess and he thought you’d care?

it’s cosy and warm inside, classical music filling the air, every table wiped spotlessly clean that they’re shining as the lights from the ceiling bounce off of their surfaces. there’s nobody you can see here, are they in the kitchen?

sae puts his fingers around your wrist this time, walking you through the restaurant, meandering expertly like he’s been here a thousand times. your eyes fall to his fingers; they’re gentle yet firm, and you’re only hoping he doesn’t realise how fast your pulse is right now.

in the end, you find yourself seated across from him on a tatami seating in a private room, browsing through the menus that are already placed on the table.

“order anything you want,” sae says, not looking up from his menu.

you hum in excitement as you start to really look at all the options you have. “oh? if you say it like that i’m not gonna hold back, you know,” you joke around, though sae doesn’t really sense it.

he just shrugs, “sure, go ahead.”

sae ends up regretting it though, not because you’re shamelessly spending a lot on his card, but because he finds out you’re the type to over-order. by the time the food is all cooked and sent to the table, sae’s eyebrows twitch, eyes flicking over across the room to look at you, grinning from ear to ear.

“both of you must be starved, huh?”

you look to the side, only now noticing the guy in the white chef’s coat that came to deliver the food. he has curly light brown hair, with eyes a shade or two darker. a grin is plastered on his face, and by the way sae speaks to him, it seems like they know each other quite a fair bit.

“oh, by the way, this is naruhaya,” sae introduces to you, and the guy holds his hand out for you to shake. “this is y/n.”

“nice to meet you!”

naruhaya’s beaming, a contrast to sae’s usual stoic expressions, but he’s back to small talk with the latter in a second. you leave them to it, until your ears perk up when he mentions a certain model’s name.

“hey, weren’t you with bianca earlier? where’s she?”

bianca—that name isn’t unfamiliar to you. after a crash course from sumi (because somehow she decided you need to know more gossip about itoshi sae after getting to know him in person), you had learned that she’s the model that sae is most rumoured to actually be with. and you’ve seen her from the pictures sumi shoved up your neck—she’s beautiful.

was she the friend he was dropping off earlier?

“meeting her other friends. anyway, sorry to keep you open.”

naruhaya waves it off with his hand. “it’s fine, i was gonna stay and try to whip up some new recipes anyway,” he says, before shooting you a knowing look. what exactly it means, you have zero idea. “i’ll leave you two to it, enjoy!”

once he leaves, you begin to dig in, lathering your meat with sauce, unashamedly inhaling your food because that earlier stint with your mother was entirely too much and you need to destress.

somehow, with sae being as nice as he is, you feel a teeny bit guilty for trying to dupe him into that interview. but you doubt that if you’d asked him normally that you would be here with him tonight so maybe there’s some merit in being reckless like that.

“what’re you smiling about now?” sae sighs, taking a piece of meat and putting it over his rice. “pleased that you’re getting a free meal or something?”

partly. but mostly, you’re pleased that you get alone time with him somehow. maybe it’s stupid, and maybe you sound like half of the female population in the country, but you can see why people ogle over him. if they got to know him like this, then you’d have no doubt that he’d manage to charm their pants off.

though, something tells you he doesn’t treat people like this often, let alone someone he barely knows.

“mhm,” you agree, shit-eating grin on your face because there’s no way you’re going to be so upfront about it. the last thing you want is to ruin a friendship when it’s barely started.

yeah, maybe that’s what you want—friendship. is it weird if you say that itoshi sae gives you the feeling that you can trust him? the last time someone made you feel that way was eita. but somehow, this time, it feels different in a way you can’t explain.

as you’re both digging in, you ask him whatever you’re curious about; how he got into soccer, what his life was like growing up, everything under the sun, only because he entertains you like he did that very first night.

“you ask a lot of questions, are you gonna ask me to get another interview approved or something?” he asks, deadpan as he slurps up the soba.

you chuckle, shaking your head. “no. i just want to know you.”

sae stills at your honesty, this being one of the rare times you’re wearing your heart on your sleeve. thump, thump, thump—it’s weird how you make him so aware of his heartbeats when you’re with him. it’s weird how he feels the same way.

then, he sees a familiar sight, you reaching your hand out across the table, your pinky pointed towards him. “i promise you, no hidden agendas this time.”

he swallows the lump in his throat, hooking his pinky with yours before he knows it, the inexplicable emotions only growing by the second.

even though he’s curious about you too, something tells him that you won’t answer him seriously. not tonight. so he keeps it to himself. he’ll find a chance to ask you next time.

if there is a next time.

he’ll just have to make it happen.

halfway through the dinner, you have about a quarter of the food left and sae looks like he’s about to burst. he didn’t really look hungry to you, eating slowly all the way. you probably ate at least twice as much as he did.

“you sure you were hungry?”

“not anymore,” sae deflects, putting his chopsticks down. he looks at you, leaning back and staring at the leftovers in awe. he almost snorts from how dazed you look. “i’ll get naruhaya to pack these, wait here.”

“thanks,” you call after him, knowing just how much of a food coma you’re going to be in once you’re back home.

sae stares at his phone as he navigates through the corridors to find the kitchen; it’s already 2.30am. time passes really fast with you for some reason. usually it’s a bore to sit with people he barely knows, they normally can’t keep a conversation. either that or he doesn’t really click with them. (as evident in the many times he was put in the same room with friends of friends and all that was there is awkward silence and forced conversations.)

not you though.

you’ve always been interesting. you’re intriguing, and a little bit more daring than he’s used to. you’re not that shy, by what he could tell when you so effortlessly reached across the table and snapped a picture of the both of you eating, telling him you want to give him something to remember you by.

as if that’s your last meeting.

he looks at the picture in his photo album. a subtle smile tugs on his lips, and there’s a flutter in his heart that he can’t seem to ignore.

maybe he’s jumping the gun but… he thinks you could be worth any amount of sleep he’s going to lose.

naruhaya enters the private room alone, armed with takeaway boxes, and you smile sheepishly at him as he does. sae must be in the bathroom if he’s here alone.

“sorry, i think i ordered a little too much,” you apologise, rubbing the back of your head. “but it’s all really delicious, really.”

it really is. you’ve never had meat so tender before, and you’re almost sad thinking you’ll probably never get to eat this again. not with the price tag on it.

“relax, i believe you,” naruhaya hums as he carefully places the leftovers in boxes. “so, how’d you get to know sae? photoshoot?”

you narrow your gaze at him, pressing your lips into a faint smile. “if you’re trying to flatter me, it’s working,” you joke, before shaking your head. “no, no, i’m not a model. i’m just a friend of a friend.”

naruhaya blinks at you like he’s surprised. “whose?”

“eita. otoya eita. why?”

“oh, it’s nothing. just… surprised sae brought another girl here for once,” naruhaya laughs nervously, packing the boxes into a clear bag. “usually it’s either oliver and gang or, well, bianca. but i haven’t seen her here in a while, actually.”

you get the feeling that sae and bianca are really, really close.

“i think he just came here on a whim,” you brush it off. “we only met a week ago so i doubt you’ll see me here again anyway.”

naruhaya’s mouth forms an ‘o’, before it reverts back to that knowing smile again. both of you hear footsteps against the wooden floors of the izakaya, so naruhaya takes this chance to whisper in your ear.

“i think… you must be pretty special then, huh?”

before you can even ask him what he means by that, sae strolls through the door, oblivious to the earlier conversation, gaze pointed to you. “ready to go?”

you nod, taking the bags from naruhaya as sae escorts you out of there. “bye, naruhaya! i love your cooking!”

he laughs as you wave enthusiastically to him, and he winks at you right before sae turns around to look at him. “oi, sae, bring her over anytime, okay?” to which sae only waves it off, leaving you to wonder if you’ll ever actually see naruhaya again.

“you keep those,” sae tells you after the both of you get into his car, referring to the takeaway boxes. he’d told naruhaya to give you some extra meat, just in case. if he remembered right, eita once said you have quite the appetite.

he pulls out of the parking lot after you give him your address, driving the speed limit all the way back. he’s honestly kind of tired, and he can see that you are too. won’t hurt to make it back a little quicker than you came.

“sure you don’t want some?”

“i’m fine, i’ll be busy for the next week or so anyway. i won’t even be home.”

there’s a hint of disappointment in your chest when you hear that, though you chide yourself for your wishful thinking. what makes you think you can run into a celebrity so easily anyway if he is in japan?

“oh, you’re gonna be away? try not to miss me.”

sae chuckles, softly, at the way you can be so unserious—it’s something you hear for the first time, and you feel the flutters in your heart going wild. there’s something about the way he looks so gentle like this, away from the cameras and the public eye that makes him so much more alluring than usual.

“i’ll try,” he says, though you know he’s just playing along.

usually, you don’t feel this type of way around people. you’ve never felt like this before so you can’t even think of ways to explain it. as you sit in the passenger seat, you can’t help but feel a certain attachment growing. it makes you think foolish things like i want to see you again and wonder about even sillier things like would you want to see me too?

but you’d never actually tell him that.

when your apartment comes into view, you grab at his cap on the dashboard, putting it on your head yourself this time, looking into the side mirror. “hm, think this looks better on me, what do you think?”

sae’s a little stunned at the sudden question. you have a way of making him exasperated—in all the good ways. “wanna keep it?” he’s guessing that’s where you’re headed. not that he minds.

“oooh, then maybe i get to sell it for a buttload of money. especially when i tell people it belonged to you,” you smirk, and sae finds himself wondering why your guard is up so high.

he starts driving a little slowly, starting to feel the reluctance brewing inside him. “it’s yours now, do whatever you want with it.” he knows you’re not actually going to sell it anyway. he might not have known you for long, but he thinks you’re not that kind of person.

he’ll bet on it.

you don’t say anymore about it, and he catches you with a blank stare straight ahead, aimed at your apartment.

does it have something to do with your family? was that why you were unhappy earlier?

sae can’t shake the feeling of wanting to know more about you. but you snap back to your usual self before he can do anything about it.

“anyway! don’t worry about tonight, i won’t tell a soul that a superstar like you took a nobody like me out for a romantic supper in a private room,” you tell him, winking as you place your hands on the door handle, ready to go.

sae nearly laughs. “can’t you say thank you like a normal person?” because by now, the both of you are comfortable enough to understand that nothing is ever said in hostility. you take it as his banter.

somehow, your hand finds itself back onto your lap, and the words haven’t left your lips. there’s no music in the car, so it’s just you and sae and the air between you, a tension looming in the air that you can’t ignore. there’s just silence as you observe him from your position, your head inching closer, ever so slowly it feels like you’re not even moving at all. you can see how sae’s gaze flickers from your eyes to the tip of your nose and then to your lips, and you think of how he looks almost like he did that night when you got close to him.

except this time, you’re really tempted. you’re alone, just the both of you, and he’s been really nice and you’re really tempted to feel how soft those lips are and what he tastes like. but that’s too much, and yet somehow his eyes feel like they’re telling you different. would he mind?

your fingers pull the cap down from your head, covering both your faces as there’s barely any space between you now.

maybe just something tame.

in one swift motion, your lips press against his cheek, a hurried thank you rolling off your tongue before you bolt out of the car and back to your apartment, hoping that sae doesn’t think you’re a complete psycho for doing that.

back in the car, sae freezes in position even after you’ve long vanished from his sight. his heart’s still beating wildly in his chest and he wonders what the hell just happened.

and then he finds himself questioning when it could happen again.

why does he want it to happen again?

before he starts the drive back, he does three things.

one, he fishes his phone out of his pocket and creates that account he forgot about. two, he sends you a follow request because he doesn’t think he can handle this curiosity anymore. and three, he opens your messages, breathing shallow as he tries to make plans for the first time.

an hour later, after you’re showered and your heart has calmed down, you check your phone, charged to full now on your bedside table. there’s a few messages from sumi and eita that you missed since it had been dead since before you left the house, and then your heart skips a beat when you realise that sae’s name is there as well.

for the first time in a long time, you go to bed feeling like a giggly high school girl who’s been asked out by her crush. and for the first time in forever, sae receives your message and finds that he can’t sleep now—wondering why he felt so relieved to finally get a text back, and wondering what this frantic rush of his heart really means.

extras !

no, sae did not get up late to meet bianca the next day. he did look extremely tired though, which made her suspicious and ask why—sae did not reveal anything, just said he couldn’t sleep. partly true.

sae was right; if he’d asked yn about herself that night (particularly anything pertaining to her family), she wouldn’t have answered seriously. there’s a reason why she won’t so easily divulge her family issues & doesn’t want sae to know about it.

yn genuinely believes that sae did not notice anything off about her and that he honestly thought she was fine.

otoya did end up bringing his date to a hotel. after she fell asleep, otoya went out to the balcony to call yn and make sure she’s okay since she wasn’t responding.

yn’s mother knows that yn and otoya used to fuck (and still thinks they are), and that’s why she used her choice of words “jacking people off”. she has been treating yn like that for the past few years.

random fact #1: otoya used to purposely get yn in trouble all the time in school so that they could spend time in detention together. that’s how they started getting close.

random fact #2: sae has, in his head, considered being together with bianca before because the guys asked him about it.

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baby, you're the life of the party (5)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

It's his birthday and he's acting spoiled

TW⚠️: slightly suggestive, gojo is being gojo, slight manipulation (if you squint), and improper use of curse technique amplification: blue

a/n: im gonna go all the way up! stop hiding!!!!! you hiding forever!!! GEGE when I catch you gege‼️gege when I catch you gege‼️ this has not been proofread

1. what you see, i see

2. where you go, i go

3. you know i adore you

4. i'm crazier for you

To say she was intimidated was an understatement. Satoru had decided that his birthday would be held at his family estate. He had only given her an address when he skipped off grinning ear to ear. Gojo Satoru's family estate was huge. Bigger than she could've ever imagined - huge.

She gripped the present bag a little tighter. She had visited every sweet shop to track down his favorite sweets and went to the video game shop so early in the morning for the new digimon game. He had incessantly been talking about it and it was clear he wanted someone to buy it for him.

Nothing she bought was grand. Nothing she bought would compare to everything he already has.

She wasn't good enough. How could she ever be good enough? He was a powerful sorcerer, who struck fear into every curse he so much as glanced at and he was paired with someone like her? It didn't make any sense. In what way were they equals?

She sucked in a breath as her finger hovered over the doorbell. Maybe, she should go home and change into something nicer?

The gate was pulled open. A fluff of white hair attacked her at the entrance.

"Yay!"

Satoru rushed at her with the biggest grin on his face as he embraced her and spun gleefully with her in his arms.

She flung her arms around his neck and giggled, "Happy birthday, 'toru."

She rested her hands on his shoulders when he finally stopped spinning her around and showed off the present bag to him.

Satoru's grin widened as he snatched the present from her hand and swiftly picked her up in his arms again with his birthday present dangling from his fingers. He was practically skipping his way through the estate and ignored the odd looks he got from anyone who looked their way, he kicked his room's door open.

She thought he would open his present first, but no, he was showering her with kisses on her cheeks and neck instead.

She really shouldn't have kissed the corner of his lips. He was already a hot burning fire who would leap at any chance to kiss her and usually she wouldn't encourage it, but it was his birthday - how could she not give at least one kiss.

In her defense, she didn't know she would end up like this - underneath him on his bed as he peppered kisses all over her face and her present sitting prettily forgotten on a nightstand.

"Sa- Satoru," she whispered breathlessly, "what if someone comes in?"

"They'll knock," his lips latched on to her neck.

She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning.

Satoru squeezed her hips.

"You haven't," she tugged on his shirt, "you haven't opened your present."

Satoru smirked, "I'm opening it right now."

His lips trailed up from her neck back to her face as he assaulted her with kisses again.

She giggled, "Satoru!" She gently pushed at his face, "Stop! I should be the one showering you with kisses today."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with joy behind his glasses. He rolled off of her and leaned his cheek on his hand, "Go on then."

She gently cupped his cheek and softly rubbed her thumb on his soft skin. He leaned against her palm with a hum as his arms moved to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She pushed his glasses up from his face so she could see his brilliant blue eyes.

Satoru was beautiful. So beautiful.

"I'm waiting," He sang.

She placed a light kiss on his cheek, "How rude," a kiss on his forehead, "of me," a lighter much gentler kiss on his eyelids - his eyes were sensitive after all, "to keep," a kiss on his nose, "my birthday boy," then she grazed her lips against his, "waiting."

Satoru leaned in, but she leaned away from his lips with a smirk dancing on hers.

He absentmindedly chased her, his gaze fixated on her mouth, he whined, "Waiting for months and months and months."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, "I think I've kept you waiting long enough," she ran her fingers through his soft hair, "no?"

"Most definitely."

A sharp tug pulled her into him and crashed their lips together. The pulling sensation stopped as soon as their lips touched and all she could focus on, was on how soft Satoru's lips were on hers. Everything was so plush and warm and soft, even after months of waiting and Satoru being more than a little eager, he was still holding and kissing her so gently. The initial roughness was gone, replaced with heaven.

He was heaven.

Why did she wait so long to finally kiss him? Why did she wait at all that night? Or in the morning, when he was still bloody and he had leaned in to kiss her before he left, why did she stop him then?

They were soulmates. This was always going to happen. The universe would've thrusted them together one way or another, even if she had carried on with her plan to leave Japan and go to school abroad. An invisible string would've always tied her back to him - drawing her to him and him to her.

They were magnetic.

They were inevitable.

They parted and gasped for air. For a split moment her eyes were closed, she could see herself through his gaze - rosy cheeks and smiling, before she opened her eyes to look at him mirroring her expression.

Delighted, she leaned in to kiss him again, but Satoru leaned back, "I'm your boyfriend now, right?" He rubbed their noses together playfully, "For real, real?"

She moved to cup his cheeks with both of her hands, "Always were, 'toru."

Another harsh pull overcame her body as she was pulled impossibly closer to him - Blue, she realized, he was using blue.

She pecked his lips and giggled, "I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to use your curse technique."

Satoru deepened their kiss, "Just making sure, my girl stays near me today." He smiled against her lips, "I get to since it's my birthday and all."

"Don't spoil him too much," someone said at the door, "otherwise, he'll never leave you alone."

They both turned flushed red to see Suguru, with a soft smile on his face, standing at the doorway.

Shoko peeked her head out of Suguru's side, "Are you done?"

Satoru grinned, teeth and all, "Guess who's finally a taken man?"

Suguru and Shoko exchanged a look, "He's definitely never going to shut up about it."

"Definitely." Suguru nodded, "It's no wonder the universe gave him a soulmate, who else would be able to put up with him."

Shoko tilted her head at the girl resting her head on Satoru's shoulder, "You should leave while you still can."

Satoru let out a loud whine, but his soulmate stopped him with a chaste kiss on his cheek, "I would never leave 'toru."

He looked at his friends accusingly, "Yeah!"

They gave themselves another annoyed look - only she could tolerate him.

Suguru shrugged, "At least, I don't have to hear him whine about how he's not your boyfriend yet, and how he wants to kiss you so bad - "

A pillow smacked him right in the head.

Shoko laughed.

Satoru hugged his soulmate closer to him as she playfully smacked his arm, she said, "Satoru!"

Next thing she knew, both boys were on the floor fighting and just as Suguru was going to land a lunch on Satoru's face, his fist rebounded off an invisible wall. Satoru smirked as he extended his infinity to push Suguru off of him and tried to land a punch of his own, but Suguru was quick to react as he summoned a curse to take the brunt of the hit.

Shoko sighed as ______ grumbled at the sight of both of them fighting.

"You can't hit me!" Satoru yelled, "It's my birthday!"

"Like I care!" Suguru shot a curse at him.

Shoko grabbed ______ hand to lead her out of the room and shouted out, "We'll see you both there!"

"Wait - !" A loud smack, "Ow!"

She raised an eyebrow at Shoko, "I thought we were spending his birthday here?"

Shoko shook her head and smirked, "Nah, Gojo just wanted to get you here alone." She whipped out a cigarette from her pocket, "Geto and I crashed. You should've heard the way he was planning this whole week. It was sort of pathetic."

"A plan?"

Shoko hummed, "Mhm," she playfully mimicked Satoru's voice, "Operation: Love Quest!"

Satoru shouted from the door, his eyes shining with betrayal, "Shoko, you promised!"

Suguru laughed beside him and joined in as him and Shoko chanted, "Operation: Love Quest! Operation: Love Quest!"

She couldn't stop the laughter from bubbling out of her, even as Satoru grumbled and pouted like a child the entire day. It wasn't until he was satisfied with the amount of sweets everyone bought him that he stopped jutting out his lower lip.

He was all smiles then, especially when Shoko and Suguru retired for the day and it was just the two of them.

Satoru was quick to kiss her. Rougher than the first time, but still savoring every second their lips were together.

She giggled into the kiss, "Operation: Love Quest?"

This time there was no hint of embarrassment in his face as Satoru smugly smirked, "Well, it worked, didn't it?"

She hummed pleasantly and tugged on his neck to kiss him, "Come on, I got one more present for you."

The bakery wasn't from where they were as they quickly made their way through the crowd of people and walked inside the bakery.

The seats were hung up on the tables and most of the lights were off, but she made her way to the kitchen with ease. She pushed the kitchen doors open to reveal a beautifully adorned baby blue cake and in elegant iced letters: Happy Birthday Satoru.

Geto: you think he's dead???

Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold

Gojo: *in a sugar coma back in his dorm room*

Shoko: probably

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#very fluffy #teen gojo is whipped #its his birthday yay #gojo is happy that that are official now #jjk #gojo satoru #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #teen gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #i love him #soulmate au #enjoy reading #geto suguru #ieri shoko

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Vanessa Shelly/Afton x Fem!Reader

This is an angsty make you feel like shit story, like I was physically and mentally in pain writing this. I'll make a fluff and cute one after this SORRY NOT SORRY 😭

Working nights at Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria isn't really anyone's dream job. I have been working here for a week or two, it could be worse just staring at a screen until 6am then leaving the creepy atmosphere. I look at the monitors, zoning off. I just got here so my shift just started, Yay, so exciting…Luckily the sheriff makes it better. Vanessa Shelly is probably the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid my eyes on, ever since she showed up at night, with her raincoat on I couldn't help getting a tiny crush on her...and that's all it was. Tiny.

Well, at least I had thought that was what it would be…I can’t help it, I didn’t mean to fall for her she just tripped me. Her doe eyes, her smile, her stern voice when I try and do something stupid or dangerous, her laugh and her voice…fuck. I need to focus… I'm working. I stop dozing off, finally paying attention to the monitors in front of me, mostly just staring at the outside camera, wondering if Vanessa would come in today. And look at that. Her cop car pulls up, my heart flutters as I see her walk up and buzz the buzzer, it's raining. Hard. So I speed walk and open the door, grinning. “Hey Nessie!” She smiles even wider at me, my heart flutters again. “Hey y/n, can you let me in now, it's a little rainy.” I laugh and step to the side, letting her in as I close the door, locking it again I can feel her staring at me. Turning around we walk to the showtime area. (forgot what its called don’t come at me, but y'know what i mean)

“We should let the animatronics play some music” She suggests as I nod as I stand up quickly and press the showtime button, they all start singing and playing songs. I sit back down where Vanessa is, making conversation. “So how's your shift been today?” She looks over at me making my stomach twist into knots, I try not to blush but it just makes it worse…thinking about not blushing with her staring at me. “Oh just the normal stuff, beating up bad guys, solving crime and saving a bunch of people. All in a day's work.” She jokes, shrugging and smiling. I laugh at her sarcasm, looking back over at the animatronics, who (perfect timing) just started playing “Just the Two of Us: By Grover Washington, Jr.” I feel Vanessa’s eyes on me, I look down, my heart racing. Fuck I should ask her to dance. “Wanna dance?” She said it first, to be honest I probably turned bright red, but that didn’t matter, I got to dance with my crush, I'm obviously gonna blush. I nod eagerly and stand up with her, she grabs ahold of my hand, her simple touch sending chills down my spine, she glides her hand across my back resting it there as we dance together, smiling and laughing.

The perfect moment, that I never want to end. God looking at her, being so close to her, I have to tell her…I have to shoot my shot but I just can’t bring myself to do it. We dance for a while, for at least a few songs, before something changes. A look in her eye that I ever slightly noticed but I still saw it with how intently I was looking into them. Her once happy and joyful eyes changed, to a melancholic, sad and maybe even confused look. I was just about to ask her if everything was alright until she stopped, the music kept playing but she just stopped, staring at me, not moving. “Ness, is everything okay?” I say worried, did I fuck something up? Did I do something wrong? “Just…stop y/n we can’t.” She says and pulls her hands away, turning her head not looking at me any longer. My heart tugs at me, it feels like my body is shutting down. “What, what do you mean?” I reach out, grabbing her wrist. “Nessie..?” She whips around, shoving my hand away she seems angry but she's crying, and so that makes me start to cry.

“I wish you were a boy.” No. No. No. No please no, this has to be fake, please let what she just said, not be true… please. I stare at her in disbelief, tears falling down my cheeks faster than ever. It feels like time is paused, it feels like everything is broken inside me, like all my organs, my bones my heart specifically turned to glass, and she just fucking broke it all with a hammer. I want nothing more than to curl up into a ball, to just stop, to just be done, but I love her…I have to try. “Why..? Why does that matter I- I can be just as good as a guy.” She looks at me, her eyes searching my heartbroken face, I can’t even hear the music anymore, I’ve drowned it out with her. “No, I can't…my father wouldn’t accept it and I just…I just can't. Why are you making this so difficult?” “So it's my fault? It's my fault you can’t just accept the fact that you like women?! Who cares if your father doesn’t like it, aren’t I worth it?” I say, loud enough that the animatronics have now noticed, the music stopped, they are watching. “I-...I don't know.” “You don't?! You don't know? That…fuck Vanessa… please… just..give me a chance?” She steps closer to me, cupping my cheek with her hand. I try not to accept the comfort but it's all I need right now, so I unwillingly do. “Y/N, I love you…but I don’t think…that I can, you just…I can't”

“I’m sorry I really am-” “No. Don’t do that, I don’t want your apologies, I don’t want this job anymore either, tell whoever owns this shit that I quit…I can’t see you anymore Ness, it’ll hurt me more.” I look at her once more, before turning my back and walking to the exit. Vanessa stares at me, tears still running down her cheek. “Y/N, can’t we be friends, please I can’t lose you.” I turn around, shaking my head. “No, no don’t try to do that, I can’t just be friends with you, and you know that.” I keep walking, she's following me, I unlock the door walking out into the cold, rainy night. Before I get to my car I feel Vanessa grab my wrist, spinning me around. Her lips connect with mine, a passionate kiss that lasts far too short, even then I wrap my hands around her neck, trying to deepen the kiss, forgetting all that just happened, she runs one hand through my soaked hair, and the other around my back.

I didn’t want anything else in the world, it was the best thing I'd experienced. Until we pulled away, and I saw the same look in her eyes, the same look that said, that I just wasn't worth it. I wasn’t worth the risk, nor the love or the fear. It turned from my favorite memory of my life, to the one that makes my heart shatter at the thought of it. “Y/N..” I turn around walking the last few steps to my car. “Vanessa, however long it takes you to think I'm worth it, I’ll be waiting, I don’t know if you ever will, it could be 20 years till you realize it. I will always be waiting for you, even though right now. I’m just not worth it.”

#fnaf vanessa x reader #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa afton x reader #vanessa afton angst

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✦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #9 | 02.29.24

What is this?! Two devlogs in one month?! More likely than you think! This February has been very productive for me and the team, so let's dive right into it!

Ooooh boy, Raquel keeps knocking it out of the park! She managed to get done every expression for every LI, and I coded them all! Now we have our wonderful characters ready for their debut. We have been using the wonderful Image Tools for Ren'py made by the talented and hard-working Feniks, whose tutorials and resources save a lot of dev's lives every day! This tool has made everything a bit easier for newbies like me, hehe.

Here's a taste of our edgelord's expressions! 💜 They're kind of a cutie when they put some effort into it!

We also had our second valentine's day celebration art piece thanks to Kayden! Sadly with the reworked version of the demo, you won't meet Vycar yet, so we thought we could ask for his forgiveness by giving him a beautiful bouquet and reminding him how much of a sweetheart he is! 💜

Also, Raeya got a hair update!

So, we weren't completely satisfied with the way we portrayed Raeya's hair, so this has been a rework we were sure we wanted to make. At first we were just going to render it again, but we ended up working on it from scratch to better represent what we envisioned for her. We hope you like it as much as we do! ; v ;💜

As always, we are open to any critique or advice; we are white people who have the luck to be able to ask POC friends for their advice as we work, but the more the merrier! Don't hesitate to send us your opinion to our ask box or even our email, [email protected]!

When it comes to the background department, we have been making great progress thanks to Airyn, who is honestly leaving us with our mouths hanging open every time! Thanks to her, another background has been finished and another one is in the making, leaving only two backgrounds to be revised and approved!

I personally can't stop looking at this WIP! She understood perfectly what we wanted to portray just by looking at an old WIP we had, and this is what we have so far—and it's already amazing!

Allie has been OBLITERATING the script. As of today, I think we have almost gone through everything that needed to be corrected and discussing, and lord if the script doesn't look a 100% better after we put it in Allie's hands. The way she writes, the way she understands everything I want to say even when sometimes I don't even know myself—what a talented, inspiring and amazing writer they are. I know I may sound annoying at this point singing her praises endlessly, but if the script is in the state where it is now, it's thanks to her!

My programming adventure of the month has been a success, if I say so myself! I've coded the characters with aaaaall their layers, their expressions, the blinking animations, made some videos, and started coding the script. Step by step as they say; I've coded 18 pages, and there's, uh...142 more to go. Haha! *sobs*

BUT WE ARE GETTING THERE! We can see the light at the end of the tunnel! I can finally click 'new game' and read the script and see the stuff going on! YAY!

Some extras of the month—we are preparing a Casting Call to choose the voice acting talent that will hopefully give voice to our characters. The demo won't be fully voiced (it's impossible with the funds we have, which are...zero), but if we are lucky we'll use some of our personal savings to pay for at least a few lines for each character so you can get an idea of how they'll sound if we get funded! Raquel is preparing an art piece for the announcement, and I'm getting the document ready and asking fellow VA friends for advice :3.

Also, we have a new member here at Ravenstar Games! Some weeks ago Astro and I formally adopted our first kitty, 8 month old Riki, fulfilling one of our dreams. We got him from a feline association that works with volunteers and fosters cats who have been abandoned, cats they find on the street, and so on. Riki has been living with me since January, and he's a happy, long big boy who loves playing, cuddles, and sitting on my desk while I try to work!

Say hi to the Ravenstar family, Riki! 💜

A productive month full of accomplished milestones, excitement and new challenges! The team has worked so hard, and I've done my part too! We still don't want to get ahead of ourselves, but we have done a lot of stuff we were sure we wouldn't finish yet, and look at that! We are doing so well!

As you can probably tell, my batteries are starting to run low, so I'm going to leave this devlog here. Thank you all like always for cheering us on, for being here in this journey with us, and for all the love you send our way. Let's hope March is as amazing as February has been, for us and for all of you! 💜

#lost in limbo #visual novel #otome #indiedev #devlog

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cup1dt3a · 1 year

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Heeeeeeeeey I saw you write about wally, I was wondering if you could do one of wally the stalker? the reader watched it since he was young then he stopped watching it but still wally chased him, i think he writes right english is not my native language

Tysm for the request! Hope your day is going well or gets better!And don’t worry your English is pretty good mines also bad sometimes T_T

“ Please be a bunny Wally please!” You said crossing your fingers.

“ I think I’ll paint a bunny! What a great idea!” He cheered.

You were watching your favorite show “ Welcome Home”. The best show in your opinion! You’ve loved the show ever since your parents left you alone to put in whatever you wanted while they went somewhere else sometimes watching the show with you or to the kitchen one or the other mostly. You were too busy watching Wally and his friends. Wally was your number one favorite! Along with Julie!

This show was all that you would talk about and sit through for hours on end. Unless you had school or wanted to go outside. You loved the show and vowed to never stop watching it it was sooo amazing! Who would ever not want to watch this it’s too amazing!?

“ Yay! You’re so amazing Wally!” You exclaimed jumping up and down.

Everything was so amazing right now you’ll never stop watching this show youd rather die than stop watching this!

Everything was so horrible! Right now you are regretting so much and so many choices that led you to these horrible migraines!

You stared up at the ceiling not wanting to get out of your bed. Groaned as your alarm clock squawked at you again to get up. It’s not like you had anything to do today so you don’t know why you set an alarm. Must’ve been out of habit. That’s the second time this week when an alarm went off when you just wanted to sleep in. It’s only 10am so you decided to go back to sleep shutting the alarm off. After a few hours you finally woke up without the annoying alarm to disrupt your slumber. It was now 12:30 so you did what anyone would do. Sit in your room all day and watch TV.

That was until you suddenly got a text from your parents. They have been so paranoid since you got your own house. You agreeed either way to come over just to ease their worries and see them. You had lived at least 3 hours away from them so it’s rare you ever really saw them. You stretched out popping your back before going to get dressed.

“ Oh! How’s my baby been?” She exclaimed with opened arms to a tight hug you think she might even be picking you off the ground.

“ Very well actually a little sleep deprived but well.” You said as she rolled her eyes with an “ of course.”

You chuckled at her “ enthusiasm” just happy to see her and your father you had no idea was at the moment. As you asked she just pointed out the window with him tending to his garden. Ever since you had gotten your own house he’s done nothing but treat his garden like his own child. Good for him to have a hobby but you were convinced he literally thought of it as his baby. You literally once saw him having a full on conversation with his damn petunias.

“ So how’s it been? “ you asked her while she replied “ It’s been well just missing my baby.”

You sighed as you both chatted for a while. A few jokes here and there and just catching up. You hadn’t been at the house in two months so it was refreshing to have some familiarity. Your mother then went onto talking about your fathers “favorite child” a.k.a what you called his garden and just remenicing over what you would do as a child.

“ Oh come on _____ you used to just love Welcome home you’d make so many drawings. You even spray painted your hair blue! And made us pain your room the color of what’s his name…Walter? No Wally! Yes Wally’s pants!” She laughed as you frowned in embarrassment.

“ Uh that blue spray paint was such a dumb idea though. Blue really isn’t your color honey. Plus you turned all the bathtubs blue. ” She said looked at a picture of you with blue hair spray paint.

Now starting to remember all the cringey things you did as a dumb kid. Jeez! You were literally obsessed with that show! You wondered how you even forgot it form how much you idolized it. The your mother took a picture you had drawn out it was of you and Wally. As stick figure’s wow you were such a Picasso. An art exhibit would want this in the garbage.

“ It’s my favorite along with the pictures of you trying to hug the Tv.” She giggled.

“ Why Yes! Mother dearest it fucking fell on top of while while you laughed your ass off. Such amazing memories.” You sarcastically announced.

“ Listen just because you moved out does not mean I won’t shove a bar of soap into your mouth.” She stated upset for you using such ill language.

You apologized with a chuckled before hugging her seeing it was getting late. You went outside to try and find your dad. You went over to his garden to see him chattering with them while watering his favorite marigolds. He had waved over to you upon seeing your arrival hugging you as you came over. You both just quickly chatted for a bit due to your long trip. It wasn’t anything your mother couldn’t fill him in on so eventually after saying your goodbyes as you hugged them.

You got into the car taking off just before a pair of dark eyes watched you in though the corner of your mirror.

While you told your parents everything you hadn’t told them one thing. You had a bit of a stalker situation as you’ve been calling it. Every morning you’d receive an envelope with a heart shaped sticker keeping it together sometimes red or pink. But every time you checked them out they had the weirdest thing written on them. Things such as

“ My sweet dreamer you looked so beautiful sleeping I couldn’t help but never take my eyes off you” red meant they would be very creepy.

“ I miss you my sweet dreamer. Do you miss me? I love you so much. Do you love me?” The pink ones were sweet but just…so odd because you hadn’t been seeing anyone at the moment and they always said I miss you.

But this time when you got home it had and apple sticker on the envelope and was here a lot earlier than expected.

“ I see you went back home. Did you miss me? Do you remember me now? I love you <3.”

“ Wow another letter from my stalker how lovely.” You sighed.

You brought the letter to the police station as always.

“ This is the 7th time this week and they know I went to my parents house. Shouldn’t this be enough to have some kind of investigation?” You asked as they shook their head saying what they always did “ I’m sorry but there isn’t enough evidence for us to make it an investigation of any sort.”

You nodded before stomping off once you got outside. This was ridiculous. Everytime you were trying to get help they turned you down. It’s like you with your ex Timmy. Like seriously Timmy Turner Who? But besides that you just wanted to know if someone was either in your house or somehow got access to it. You didn’t have the money for cameras or for the power bill to run your phone all night while it charged. Sure you were a bit of a cheapskate but what if you need the money. You’d rather die than be in debt to the power company! You refuse to be their bitch!

You angrily poured plopping yourself down onto the sofa to watch Tv. As you flipped through the channels you saw a familiar logo show. You hurriedly flipped back to it. The Welcome Home logo and theme song suddenly appeared. The bright and colorfully vibrant show blinded you for a second before you eyes adjusted to it. As you watched the episode you had started to unlock old memories. Such as those being your favorite episodes and two Wally Darling.

“ Omg! I remember this!….Wow Frank is such a mood and underrated. Ha! And they say he’s the straight man? He’s done nothing it give Eddie bedroom eyes.” You chuckled chatting throughout the show.

All was going well before Wally asked what to paint.

“ Well Neighbor what should I paint today?” He asked tilting his head looking at the audience.

“ Eddie and Frank kissing!” You shouted getting super pumped up from the show like you used to.

It was relaxing really to think back to your old childhood memories. Remembering all the fun you had and innocence you once had too. But your mindset was now back onto it.

“Hmmm? Eddie and Frank kissing that such a bold thing to request but I’d rather it be me and you my sweet~.” He smoothly said while you where left speechless.

“ Damn the writers were thirsty for this episode.” You said fanning yourself wondering how it was so smooth.

“ Oh no my sweet no one had written these lines all of them were made by me. I’ve been so sad without you won’t you stay around longer neighbor.

Oh shit

Two posts on one day Yay! I’m on a roll will it be three next? Not sure but this turned into a crack fic so quickly hope @blu3n you enjoyed it and it was up to your standards! And ty all sm for supporting me! I really appreciate you all for the sweet comments you leave! Hope you are all doing well or that things get better for you <333

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carve your name into my bedpost || George Weasley

Title: carve your name into my bedpost Pairing: George x Reader Summary: George is on the cusp of getting everything he’s ever wanted. His plan has been working swimmingly, and as every day goes by he and his fake fiancé edge closer and closer to being something real. Which is a good thing considering George is running out of time. The season is getting closer and closer, and Coach has finally made a decision about the next Captain of the team. George is either about to have it all, the girl and the career he’s been working towards; or he’ll be left broken hearted. Only time can tell. Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI! This includes vagina; sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk and begging. A/N: yay here it is! The next part of hockey!george. I love him so much I’m not ready for him to be over! As always feedback is welcome and appreciated <3

When George wakes up the next morning Y/N is still in his arms and he’s never felt more at peace. He presses his nose to the top of her head and his eyes flutter closed as he takes a deep inhale of the floral scent of her shampoo. Of course his sheets have started to smell like Y/N, and his shower too, but there’s something so intoxicating about smelling her signature scent straight from the source.

In high school they somehow managed to convince their parents that allowing them to have sleepovers was safer than them sneaking out to go off and fool around somewhere, and as he pulls Y/N in closer to his chest George is reminded of those simpler times. Back then everything seemed so easy, he was on his way to being one of the top draft prospects and he was deeply in love with the woman he knew was his forever. He never in his wildest dreams could have imagined that he and Y/N didn’t make it, and now the only reason why she’s in his bed is because of some plan he cooked up that requires her to be his fake fiancé.

No, back then George imagined that by now they would be married, with at least one child and a dog to keep an eye on them while he’s out on the road. After he made that stupid mistake and ended things with Y/N all George’s dreams of a wife and kids flew out the window. If he couldn’t have that future with her he had no interest in it.

Now that he’s got her back in his life? He’s not stopping until they’re living the life they always dreamed of. Having her in his arms only solidifies how much he still loves her and how much he needs to have her in his life permanently.

Because this apartment never really felt like home until he had Y/N to share it with.

She starts to wake then, and George squeezes her waist and presses a kiss to her forehead.

“Good morning, baby,” he murmurs, his voice still gravely from sleep.

Y/N lets out a sleepy grunt and burrows her face deeper into George’s neck. “Morning,” she mumbles into his skin.

One of George’s hands sneaks up her back, fingers trailing against her skin lightly as they move. He doesn’t stop until his fingers are tangled in the hair on the back of her head, nails gently scratching at her scalp. A shiver rolls down his spine when she moans, and George wants to bottle that sound up to take with him on the road.

“We’re both off of work today,” he starts, kissing the top of her head. “And we don’t have any plans until the team dinner tonight at Coach’s, which means we’ve got the whole day to ourselves. What do you wanna do?”

She lets out a hum, her lips pressing a kiss to George’s skin. “Doesn’t matter to me, as long as we do it together.”

Today and everyday until the end of time, George promises silently.

They ended up barely even leaving the bedroom. After staying cuddled together until the sound of Y/N’s grumbling stomach got too loud to ignore, George slipped out of bed to make them breakfast which they ate together under the covers. Once they were done Y/N picked her book up off of the night stand, so George grabbed his playbook and they just sat there together, silently reading. Once it was time for lunch they finally got up, but they only made it as far as the living room. They ordered from a place down the block and they ate together on the couch while watching a movie.

It wasn’t until they had to start getting ready for dinner did they separate, not that either of them really wanted to.

In fact they’ve just walked into Coach Morris’ house and Y/N is already counting down the seconds until they can go home and cuddle in bed. She’d even been tempted to ask George if they really needed to come tonight, but she knows this means a lot to him and she’s actually looking forward to spending some more time with his teammates and their partners.

It doesn’t hurt that the dress code is formal and George looks divine in his custom tailored suit.

George leads them over to where Thomas and Adam are standing with their girlfriends, his arm curled around Y/N’s waist to keep her plastered to his side.

“Ah look, hockey’s royal couple decided to finally grace us with their presence,” Thomas teases as they approach, earning him a glare from George and a slap on the shoulder from Olivia.

“Don’t make fun of George just because he did what you’re too much of a pussy to do,” Olivia responds, making them all laugh at the flush coats over Thomas’ cheeks.

“We never even asked last night,” Jenny starts, taking a sip of her drink. “How did George pop the big question? I bet it was super romantic, we all thought he was such a commitment phobe, but I knew he was a big softie. He just needed the right girl to bring it out.”

Nerves bubble in the pit of George’s stomach, out of all the things they talked about they never constructed a back story on the actual proposal. He spares a quick glance at Y/N, figuring she’ll be scrambling just like him. So he’s surprised to see a smile on her face.

“It was simple,” Y/N explains, shrugging her shoulders. “But it was perfect. Everything I would have wanted.” She pauses, looking up at George with a bright smile. “He did it at the ice rink where we met when we were six, and where we went on our first date in middle school. Had our first kiss there too. Basically everything important that ever happened to us happened in that ice rink.”

“And it’s where I broke up with her,” George adds, immediately cutting off the aws some of their audience were in the middle of. Apparently Y/N’s story had attracted the attention of others and they now have quite the crowd, including Coach Morris and his wife. “Also known as the biggest fucking mistake I’ve ever made.”

“You were young, and dumb and scared,” Y/N adds, easing George’s discomfort. “It’s also where we saw each other again for the first time in eight years.”

George chuckles as he remembers that moment from a few weeks ago. “Yeah and you ripped into me so hard I would have preferred skating suicides until I threw up.”

“You deserved it,” she responds, making their crowd laugh. “I was mad, but looking at you standing there did nothing but remind me how much I still love you.” The honesty in her voice punches a hole in George’s gut. “So when he told me that I was the only woman in the world he could even imagine wearing his ring? How could I say no?”

When she looks up at him again George can’t help himself and he leans down, kissing her softly. Her left hand comes up to rest on his cheek, and George feels his chest swell with pride at her subtle way of showing off the ring he put there.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Coach’s gruff voice calls out, forcing George to pull away from Y/N’s mouth. “Let’s eat.”

While the dinner plates are being cleared away and before dessert is brought out Coach stands up, silently motioning George to follow him out of the room. George sighs, tossing the napkin that was covering his lap onto the table before he leans over to press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead.

“Be right back, baby,” he murmurs before standing up and following after Coach Morrison.

Once the two men have disappeared Olivia is sliding into his empty seat while Jenny and Kate, the wife of one of the defenseman, slide up behind them. When none of the women say anything Y/N shifts her gaze between them.

“What? You guys are kind of creeping me out.”

Olivia grins, waving away her concern. “Sorry, not our intention. We said it the other night at the bar, but we just wanted to say again how happy we are for you and George.”

“Yeah. I’ve never seen him this happy,” Kate adds, briefly squeezing Y/N’s shoulder. “Normally he’d be sitting in a corner pouting at these things. And the way he was looking at you at family skate yesterday? I would have melted if my husband looked at me like that.”

“Really?” Y/N asks, a light blush coating her cheeks.

Jenny nods in agreement. “And how he watched you tell the story of your engagement? That boy is straight up obsessed with you.”

“Seriously, his heart eyes were so big people on the international space station could have seen them,” Olivia adds.

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying desperately to quell her pounding heart. Of course she’s felt the shift in her and George’s dynamic over the last week or so, but to have her thoughts confirmed by those around them? It’s validating as fuck. Not only is their plan to convince everyone that they are fake engaged working, but her plan to get George to fall in love with her for real seems to be as well.

“I can’t even believe that he broke up with you,” Kate says frowning. “Before he said that I thought he’d just been keeping you from us all these years.”

“He was young and dumb,” Y/N explains again, shrugging her shoulders. “And really, I should have fought harder for us. I knew something was wrong, but I just walked away. We’re both to blame for what happened back then.”

“If you ladies are done,” George teases, suddenly appearing behind them. “I’d like to have my fiancé,” he pauses, glaring down at Olivia. “And my seat back.”

With sheepish grins the girls vacate, and Y/N blushes as George sits back down. His arm immediately wraps around her shoulders and she leans in to his touch.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough,” George answers with a grin.

Her blush deepens, and George chuckles as he kisses the side of her head. He knew eavesdropping on their conversation was wrong, but when he came up and heard them talking about him he couldn’t resist. The lines of this fake relationship have been blurred for weeks, and George was not about to pass up an opportunity to find out how Y/N feels about that.

So to hear that she’s truly forgiven him for what happened back then is like a balm that soothes his soul. There would be no chance he’d get her to fall in love with him again if she still harbored any negative feelings about their past. The fact that she not only has forgiven him, but has taken some of the blame as well can only mean one thing: he’s one step closer to getting what he wants.

“So what did Coach want?” Y/N asks, desperately wanting to change the conversation.

“Nothing important,” George answers nonchalantly. “He just wanted to let me know that he’s noticed how much I’ve changed on and off the ice since being with you, and that my effort to step up hasn’t gone unnoticed.”

Before Y/N can ask about the Captain situation a plate with the biggest brownie she’s ever seen is dropped off in front of her. George leans in, and the brush of his lips against her ear sends a shiver down her spine.

“Now be a good girl and eat your dessert so I can take you home and have you all to myself.”

She immediately digs in, not needing to be told twice.

When she wakes up the next morning George is already gone. But considering tonight is their first preseason game she isn’t surprised. Hockey players have always been superstitious, and George is no exception to that rule. He’d warned her the night before that she wouldn’t see him until after the game tonight, and while Y/N had been disappointed, she understood. With the possibility of being named Captain still up in the air, George’s dedication to the team is more important than ever, and she knows he’s doing everything in his power to step up and be a role model for the others.

Thankfully she has a full day of work to distract her from George’s absence, and she’s so busy thinking about what she has to do that she doesn’t notice the gift waiting for her on the kitchen island until she decides to take her lunch break in the afternoon.

There’s a neatly wrapped box that’s just begging to be opened, but she stops to read the note George left for her next to it.

Can’t wait to see you tonight. When I find you in the crowd you better be wearing this

Love, George :)

Y/N can’t contain the smile that spreads across her face as she excitedly tears into the wrapping paper, already knowing what’s waiting for her. Sure enough when she lifts the top off of the box there’s a Rebels jersey neatly folded up, and it doesn’t take a genius to guess what last name she’ll find written across the back.

A waft of George’s cologne comes off of the fabric when she lifts it up, sending a shiver down her spine as her thighs clench. Not only is George claiming her with his name, but with his scent as well. There won’t be a doubt in anyone’s mind who put that ring on her finger when she steps into the arena tonight, and it gives Y/N a thrill knowing that was George’s intention.

She puts the jersey back in the box, pulling out her phone to send a text to George.

Y/N: thank you for the gift. Good luck tonight <3

It’s not until a few hours later, when Y/N is getting ready to leave that she gets a response.

George: you’re welcome, baby - im counting down the hours until i get to see my last name on your back

George: and i don’t need luck when i’ve got you in the crowd cheering me on

His words send a thrill through Y/N and she has to take several deep breaths to calm down. She’s already amped up from the anticipation of seeing George out on the ice for the first time in years, and his text has only brought it up tenfold.

Luckily Olivia’s text letting her know that she’s here to pick her up comes through, breaking Y/N from her thoughts of what her and George might get up to after the game. Because if it’s anything like they used to do in high school, the jersey she’s wearing won’t be staying on for long.

The family suite is already starting to fill up when Y/N, Olivia and Jenny show up, even though there’s still an hour until puck drop. Olivia has insisted they get there in time to watch warm ups, and the idea of watching George practically hump the ice as he stretches was too enticing to pass up.

“C’mon, let’s grab seats up by the glass. I want a front row look at Thomas’ ass in those hockey pants,” Olivia declares with a waggle of her eyebrows.

“Do you ever get jealous that your boyfriend has a better ass than you?” Jenny asks as they weave their way through the crowd towards the front of the box. Both girls laugh at her comment, and Jenny just shrugs her shoulders. “C’mon, we’re all thinking it. I was just brave enough to say it.”

“George does have a nice ass,” Y/N agrees as they claim three seats. “But every time I tell him he just responds by saying how nice my ass is, so no, I’ve never been jealous.”

Olivia laughs so loudly the people surrounding turn to look and Jenny takes the opportunity to slap Y/N on the ass.

“Fuck you, bitch,” Jenny responds, though there’s no malice in her voice. “That’s because you actually have an ass. I swear it looks like I have a piece of cardboard down the back of my pants.”

“And yet two weeks ago Adam ran into a wall because he was two busy watching your ass to pay attention to where he was going,” Olivia reminds her. “It doesn’t matter how much junk is in your trunk as long as your man appreciates what you’ve got.”

All three women agree on that, and they leave their bags on their seats so they can mingle and grab some food and drinks before the action starts. By the time they make it back for warmups the suite is full, and Y/N is practically on the edge of her seat as the players make their way out onto the ice.

Her eyes immediately find George and she watches in rapt awe as he effortlessly moves across the ice. Of course George has always been an amazing player, but it’s clear his time in the NHL has only sharpened his skills, and Y/N is filled with pride as he takes a shot on goal and the puck hits the back of the net with such ease it’s like it took no effort at all.

But then he drops down to the ice to stretch, and Y/N is filled with something else as she watches his knees spread. He bounces up and down slightly as he stretches his hamstrings, and Y/N is practically drooling. Something as innocent as stretching looks downright erotic, and her mind whirls as she imagines laying underneath George while he does those moves.

“You know, I think I get the whole puck bunny thing,” Y/N says suddenly, her eyes still drawn to the way George moves as he starts to skate around again. Her attraction to George never had anything to do with him being a hockey player, the big muscles and brute strength were just kind of an added bonus.

But after watching those big, broad men practically give a magic mike show she can understand why there’s a whole genre of women who’s only goal in life is to fuck as many hockey player as possible. Because god damn, if George wasn’t already coming home with her tonight she’d be formulating a plan to get that man in her bed.

“Same,” Jenny agrees, her voice breathy.

“Is it inappropriate to admit you’re horny while sitting in a room full of people?” Olivia asks, breaking the girls from their trance as they laugh.

“Probably,” Y/N answers, finally tearing her gaze away from the ice as the players head back to the locker room. “But if it’s wrong, well then, I don’t wanna be right.”

Even though it’s only preseason, the game is intense from the first whistleblow. The Rebels are playing the team they’d lost to in the playoffs last season, and from her conversations with George Y/N knows the guys are out for blood. They want every team in the league to know that they’re primed and ready, and they’ll do whatever it takes to make it all the way to the Cup.

The first period is winding down without a score from either team, and Y/N is practically holding her breath as George jumps over the boards to rejoin the game for his next shift. His skates are barely on the ice when Adam passes him the puck, and George takes off towards the other teams’ net.

He passes the puck to Jason, the right wing who was recently promoted to first line, landing it against his stick with ease. George manages to deke around Tampa’s defenseman and he slaps his stick against the ice to signal Jason to pass the puck back.

The second the puck hits his stick George repositions himself and fires it off, and it feels like the entire room is silent as they watch it sail right over the shoulder of Tampa’s goalie and slam into the back of the net.

The suite erupts into cheers as the buzzer rings out, and the girls are shouting as they jump up and down in celebration. George’s teammates on the ice all crowd around him, but as they separate George turns in the direction of the suite, and Y/N swears their eyes connect as he raises his stick, pointing it directly at her.

“What’s he saying?” Olivia leans in to ask as they all watch his mouth move.

And even though Y/N can’t make out the words, she knows without a doubt what George has just said. Because since their relationship began in middle school he’s done the exact same thing after every single goal.

“That was for you,” she answers, voice tight with emotion.

“He dedicated his goal to you? That’s so fucking cute,” Olivia squeals. “Thomas never dedicates his goals to me.”

“That’s because he’s the fucking goalie, Liv,” Jenny huffs.

Y/N ignores the argument that proceeds, too busy watching George battle Tampa’s center for the puck after the face off. She’s in awe that not only did George remember their tradition, but he just did it live on national television in front of a packed audience.

All her fears that George’s blatant display of affection was just a fluke, that he was just caught up in the moment are completely erased in the third period, when after scoring the game winning goal George shakes off his teammates so that he can raise his stick to Y/N and do it again.

After the game the girl’s had met their men outside of the locker room, and when George took Y/N into his arms he’d whispered that he wouldn’t mind missing out on the celebration and he’d take her home instead. And of course Y/N had been tempted, after watching him on the ice all night and dedicating his two goals to her she was more than ready to get him alone.

But the guys who already trickled out of the locker room were calling George’s name, and Y/N knows how important it is for George to be there for the guys both on and off the ice as he strives to be captain.

So instead they’re at Maynards, which after the team’s win is practically at capacity. Fans and puck bunnies are everywhere and Y/N can’t help but feel bothered by their presence. George is hanging out by the pool tables with his team while Y/N has been sitting at the bar with Olivia and Jenny, and every few minutes she can feel her eyes trailing over to him to make sure the women in the bar are keeping their distance.

This is totally new territory for Y/N, and she hates how insecure she feels. When she and George were together before puck bunnies weren’t a concern. George was so focused on his dreams of the NHL and their relationship that he didn’t ever go out with the guys on the team. After a home game he’d end up snuggled in bed with Y/N, and after an away game he locked himself in his hotel room to call her.

It doesn’t help that she knows George has been one to indulge in puck bunnies in the past, not that she judges him for it at all. He was free to do whatever and whoever he wanted while they were broken up. But now they’re in this really weird space. They’re not really together, and George certainly could leave this bar with Y/N and then meet up with some random girl later. She doesn’t think he would do that anyway, considering how well things have been going with them and he didn’t even want to go out in the first place.

But it’s easy to feel insecure when you’re surrounded by beautiful women whose only goal is to get your fiancé in bed.

“Do they ever bother you?” Y/N asks, gesturing around the bar. “All of the girls?”

“Hell yes,” Olivia answers honestly. “Mostly because a lot of the girls don’t give a shit if the player they’re after is in a relationship or not. Like I don’t care if you’re just trying to find some good dick, but at least stick to girl code.”

“Tell me about it,” Jenny adds. “One time a girl tried to stick her hand down Adam’s pants while I was sitting on his lap. Like bitch, read the fucking room.”

Y/N shakes her head in disbelief. “Jesus, that’s crazy. So how are you guys so calm sitting over here while the guys are on their own? Especially knowing the lengths some will go to sleep with a hockey player.”

“Trust,” Olivia answers simply and Jenny nods in agreement. “Do you trust George?”

“With my life,” Y/N responds without hesitation.

Olivia shrugs, smiling at Y/N. “Then let the puck bunnies try and get him into bed. Because you know that the only girl he’ll actually be going home with is you.”

Her words do quell some of the nerves rattling around Y/N’s stomach, and she takes another sip of her drink, immersing herself into Olivia and Jenny’s conversation. She even keeps herself from checking on George, trusting that Olivia was correct. Y/N doesn’t have to trust all of those women to stay away from George, she has to trust that George would never give some puck bunny a second glance.

Several minutes later Y/N and Jenny are talking about work when Olivia comes back from the bathroom with a weird look on her face.

“Okay, remember all that shit I said earlier about trust and puck bunnies and whatever.” There’s apprehension in her voice, and all Y/N can manage is a curt nod. “Okay well fuck all of that shit because there’s some puck bunny rubbing all over George and I think you need to go stake your claim on your man.”

Y/N swivels in her seat and anger rises in her throat at what she sees. Sure enough George is leaning against the side of a pool table, and there’s a bottle blonde pressing up against him, one of her hands twirling a piece of her hair while the other rests on George’s shoulder. To be fair to George he’s not touching her at all, one of his hands is gripping a beer bottle while the other rests on the pool table and Y/N can tell by the look on his face that he’s wildly uncomfortable and trying to find some way out of the interaction.

Jealousy quickly overtakes the anger as the puck bunny trails her hand up George’s neck to tangle her fingers in his hair, and before Y/N knows what she’s doing she’s up out of her seat and heading across the bar. Like hell if she’s gonna stand there while some random woman touches what belongs to her. Over her dead fucking body.

Like they’re tied together by an invisible string, George’s eyes snap to Y/N’s as she approaches and a look of relief takes over his features.

“Hey baby,” he greets, and when the woman looks over at Y/N George uses the distraction to push her to the side. “Are you ready to go?”

In lieu of answering his question Y/N shoves herself into the small space separating George from the puck bunny, wrapping one arm around his waist as the other grips his neck and she pulls him down into a kiss. She moans as George kisses her back, but she doesn’t relinquish control. Because this isn’t just a kiss, it’s a message. Y/N wants all of the bunnies to know that George belongs to her, and their days of coaxing him into their bed are over.

When the need to breathe becomes too overwhelming Y/N finally breaks their kiss, but the grip she has on George’s neck keeps their faces close together.

“Take me home?” she asks, just loud enough so the woman who is still hovering nearby can hear.

George is sure that the flicker of lust in Y/N’s eyes is reflected in his own, and he gives her a curt nod. “Of course, baby. It’s time for us to go to bed.”

Too bad sleep is the last thing on George’s mind.

George has her pressed up against the front door as soon as it’s closed behind them.

Neither of them said a word on the drive home, the air was so thick with want they were too afraid words might ruin what was bound to happen once they were home. Because that kiss at the bar was unlike any of the ones they’d shared since this arrangement started, it shattered the line between fake and real that they’ve been skating around for weeks and now there’s no going back.

George has his mouth on Y/N before she even has a chance to breathe. His teeth nip at her bottom lip before his tongue soothes it, hand gripping the back of her neck to angle her head in order to kiss her even deeper. His kiss is possessive, claiming her just as her kiss at the bar had claimed him, and Y/N is sure that without George’s body holding her to the door she’d be a puddle on the ground.

“I can’t fucking get enough of you, baby,” George growls into her skin as his lips kiss and nip down her neck. “I’m fucking addicted to you, Y/N. Your smell, your taste, the fucking noises you make for me.”

“George,” Y/N gasps as his teeth dig into the flesh at the juncture of her neck, his lips sucking hard enough to leave a bruise that is sure to last for weeks.

“My name sounds so good coming from those lips, baby.”

George recaptures her mouth, using the hand that’s not still gripping the back of Y/N’s neck to grab a hold of her thigh. He hitches it up around his hip and does the same to her other leg before placing his hand under Y/N’s ass for support.

She breaks their kiss as George starts to carry them down the hall, her teeth nipping at the skin of his jaw before her lips soothe the pain with soft kisses. As he pushes into their bedroom Y/N’s nose finds the base of his throat and her eyes flutter shut as she takes a deep inhale of his scent. It’s his cologne mixed with something Y/N can only describe as George, and its familiarity instantly soothes any nerves she may have.

It’s a stark reminder that this is George, her George, and she knows no matter what is about to happen she’s in good hands.

George chuckles as Y/N takes another deep breath and he sets her down gently on the end of their bed. “Do I smell bad or something? I promise I showered.”

His tease breaks some of the tension, and Y/N bites her lip as she looks up at George, shaking her head fondly. “Not at all, I was just thinking about how so much has changed and yet you still smell the same.”

George’s hand finds the back of Y/N’s neck again, thumb rubbing circles against the side of her throat. “You gave me that cologne, for Christmas, freshman year of high school. I’ve worn it every day since because it reminds me of you.”

Before Y/N has a chance to respond George is leaning in to kiss her again and she’s thankful for the distraction, since she’s definitely not in the headspace to be uncking that. Nope, George’s revelation will have to wait until tomorrow, when he isn’t kissing her breathless and her cunt isn’t soaking the inside of her thighs.

He pushes her up the bed as they kiss, crawling so that his body covers Y/N’s once he has her laying back against the pillows. Her thighs spread wide, making room for George’s broad frame to settle between them. His cock, hard and pressing against the zipper of his jeans, presses right against her pussy and George just barely grinds his hips to make them both moan.

“Tell me now if you want me to stop,” George pants as he breaks their kiss. He keeps his eyes focused on Y/N’s, needing to see that she wants this just as much as him. “If you don’t want this to happen tell me now and I’ll walk away and take the coldest fucking shower known to man.”

Y/N returns George’s gaze as her fingers twist in the hair on the back of his head and she gives the strands a sharp tug. “Please, George. I need you.”

That’s all the confirmation George needs, making quick work of their clothes. He kisses every inch of skin he reveals to the point that Y/N is writhing underneath him and her pussy throbs, begging for attention.

Her panties are the last thing to go, and as soon as she’s bare George’s fingers find her slit, dragging through the wetness before lightly circling her clit.

“Oh fuck,” Y/N gasps, hips eagerly pushing into George’s touch. “I’m so ready for you George, please.”

George sinks two fingers into her, cock twitching at the way her cunt sucks them in. He curls his fingers, drawing a moan from Y/N’s lips as they brush against her g-spot. “Fuck, baby. I wanted to take my time but I need to be inside of you.”

He sucks the fingers that were just inside Y/N clean, groaning around the digits as he tastes her for the first time in years. “Fuck, you taste,” he trails off, making Y/N whine impatiently.

“Like what?” she pants, dragging George’s mouth to hers so she can kiss him.

“Like mine,” George growls into their kiss, dipping his tongue into Y/N’s mouth so she can taste herself too.

When he goes to reach for a condom Y/N stops him, intertwining their fingers. “I’m clean, and on birth control so you don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

“Shit,” George groans, his head dropping so his forehead rests against her’s. “You’re telling me I can fuck you bare?”

“Please,” Y/N confirms with a nod. “I wanna feel you, all of you.”

Any fear George had about Y/N not wanting him the way he wants her has been thrown out of the window. She’s the only woman he’s ever forgone a condom with, and it’s going to stay that way if he has anything to say about it.

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” he teases, notching the tip of his cock against her pussy. He thrusts his hips gently, making them both moan as he coats himself in her slick. “I’m clean too,” he confirms, nudging his nose against her’s. “You’re the only person I’ve never used anything with.”

Something so simple makes her heart soar, and Y/N tips her chin up so George will kiss her. Knowing that she’s about to have George in a way no other woman has is intoxicating. No matter how many women he’s fucked, Y/N is the only one that he has given all of himself to, further confirming what she’s suspected for days.

Whatever is going on between them has turned into something real, and it’s looking like a real possibility that George loves her too.

“Oh my god,” Y/N moans as George finally starts to slowly push inside, her legs wrapping around his waist to encourage him to move faster. “You feel so fucking good, George, please.”

George groans as Y/N’s cunt pulses around him, her tight heat making his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Jesus christ, you’re so fucking tight baby. This pretty fucking pussy is choking my cock.”

When he’s halfway in his hips suddenly pull back, and the whine Y/N lets out quickly turns into a moan when George suddenly fucks back into her, not stopping until his thighs are pressed against the back of her’s and he’s buried inside of her completely.

His cock presses right against her g-spot, and Y/N feels electric zips of pleasure radiating through her body despite the fact that George has yet to move. Her muscles squeeze around him, and George buries a groan into her neck.

“Fuck, baby. I need a second or I’m going to cum way to fucking soon,” he growls, nipping at her neck. “Your pussy is so fucking tight it’s driving me insane.”

Y/N squirms underneath him, desperately trying to get him to move. “Please George, ‘m so fucking full of your cock, it feels so good. I need you to move.”

“Good fucking girl, begging for me” George praises as he finally starts to thrust, drawing a long, breathy moan from Y/N’s lips. Her pussy clenches as the praise, and George drives his hips even harder. “You like being my good girl, don’t you baby?”

“Yes,” Y/N gasps, her back arching as she starts to meet George’s thrusts. “Wanna be your good girl, George, please.”

George rests all of his weight onto his left arm and presses his thumb against Y/N’s mouth. “Be a good girl and suck my thumb, baby. Get it nice and wet so I can touch your pussy.”

She immediately complies, taking the digit between her lips and sucking hard. Her tongue wraps around it, getting it nice and soaked so George will finally touch her throbbing clit.

“Good girl,” he praises again as his thumb slips from her mouth. He immediately presses it to her clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bud in time with his thrusts.

Y/N’s toes curl where they rest against George’s back, the familiar tingle in the pit of her stomach already building brighter as he inches her closer and closer to her orgasm. “I’m so fucking close, George, please.”

George readjusts so one of Y/N’s legs is slung over his shoulder, allowing him to fuck back into her even deeper. “Go on, baby. Soak my fucking cock with your cum.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before Y/N is falling over the edge, thighs trembling as pleasure rocks through her body. George’s name falls from her mouth before he kisses her, swallowing every single noise she makes so that he can keep it for himself.

“Fuck I’m close,” George growls when their kiss breaks, the way Y/N’s cunt pulses around him driving him towards the edge of his own climax. “Gonna cum inside you, baby. Claim this fucking cunt because it’s mine. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes, yours George, please.” Y/N grabs George’s chin so he can’t look away. “Cum inside me, please.”

Her plea pushes him over the edge, and George buries his face in Y/N’s neck, letting her body absorb his pleasure as he pulses deep inside of her. George sucks and nips at her skin as his orgasm starts to fade, slowly resting his body against Y/N’s as they both catch their breath.

They kiss slowly as George softens inside of her, finally pulling out when the feeling gets to be too much. Neither of them says anything as George pulls away, Y/N watching from the bed as George grabs a cloth from the ensuite. Once he’s back in bed and has wiped their mess away, Y/N still hasn’t found the right words. So she lets him pull her into his arms as they settle under the duvet, the steady pounding of his heart lulling her to sleep.

George lays awake for hours after Y/N drifts off, still wound up from the game and everything that happened after. He kisses the side of her neck softly, dragging his fingers up and down Y/N’s bare arm. He can’t remember the last time he felt this content and he just wants to savor this moment for a little bit longer.

Sex with other women has always been a means to an end for George. He was horny, the girl was willing, and in the end he’d go back home to his own bed satisfied. There was never this connection that he feels with Y/N, this deep need to take care of his partner, this reluctance to let them go. It isn’t just sex with her, as corny as it sounds it’s making love, and there’s no way George can ever go back to the way it was before.

If his plan doesn’t work and Y/N truly doesn’t ever return his feelings, she’s well and truly ruined him for any other woman.

The thought of Y/N walking away from him, from this makes his stomach drop, and he finally has to confront the fact that his time is running out and it’s a real possibility that he may never get to hold her like this again.

Because he lied to her last night.

At dinner, when Coach Morrison pulled him aside he didn’t just want to talk to George about how he’s noticing how different he is now and the progress he’s made. He sat George down in his office to let him know that a decision about Captain had finally been made.

George is officially the next Captain of the Chicago Rebels.

The news had immediately brought a burst of joy to him, knowing that all of his hard work with the team hasn’t gone unnoticed. But it was swiftly replaced with fear and sadness. Because if George is Captain, technically his arrangement with Y/N can end. She’d done what she promised and is free to head back home and live her life as she was before. They can go back to just being a part of each other’s pasts, instead of building towards the future George so desperately wants.

He’s barely put his plan into action, and he’d hoped he’d have more time to get Y/N to fall back in love with him. Even though things between them are clearly going well, and every day their relationship feels less and less fake, he’s not sure it’s enough to get her to stay here with him. George is ready to go to the courthouse tomorrow and turn this fake engagement into a real marriage, but he’s not quite sure that Y/N is on the same page.

Which scares the shit out of him.

Luckily Coach doesn’t plan on making the announcement to the rest of the team until the season officially starts, wanting to present George with a new jersey just before the first game.

He can only hope that’s enough time, because a life without Y/N is no longer an option.

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project: make you love me (jyh) | three.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 4.8k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, we all know seonghwa is a dick but he pulls something that makes him even more of a dick (if that's even possible?), yunho 🥺, we finally say hello to yeosang!!

"Thank god lab was cancelled today. Can finally eat a meal in peace." Soobin sighs. "Here." He shoves his fries over to Chaery. "Too full now."

"Yay!" She claps as she takes the plate and begins to chow down on the rest of Soobin's curly fries. "They're so good. I can't believe they're already out of this when the cafeteria barely opened 30 mins ago."

"There's visitors on campus getting lunch so—" Seungmin shrugs. "Visitors getting free food and leaching off of us poor college students."

"At least the frozen yogurt machine is working!" Chaery adds.

"For now. They'll probably eat that shit up and end up breaking the machine, too. You know, visitors doing what visitors do best."

"Stop. Be nice." You scold him. "They're literally just high school seniors."

"Yeah.. so, visitors?" Seungmin furrows his brows. "I said what I said." You snort just as you finish up your frozen yogurt cup and place it down onto your tray.

"I heard that new mochi donut place opened in downtown." Soobin nonchalantly adds as he scrolls through his phone. "We should go before practice."

"We should." Chaery squeals. "I wholeheartedly agree with you for once!" Soobin furrows his brows at her before [playfully] threatening to take back his fries.

"Are you driving? I'm kinda low on gas." Seungmin asks.

"Yeah, why not?" Soobin shrugs, being the first to stand and drop off his tray. "Meet us at the library after class, Chaery?" The rest of your group follows and agrees in unison.

"Mm, sure. Guess I'll just wait around there, then. I do need to get some homework done so I can study all night." Chaery adds before looking at you. "Hey, you're seeing Yunho in class today right?"

"Sure am."

"Gonna sit next to him?" You chuckle.

"Chaery, sorry to break it to you, but that one time was a coincidence. He just didn't have anywhere else to sit."

"Whatever you say. I'm sure you'll find him in the same seat today."

"What are you, cupid?"

"Whatever you want me to be. As long as I can get you the fuck away from Park Seonghwa." She pretends to gag, making you laugh.

"You're too much."

"Call it what you want, I just care about you." She swings her arm around you as your group walks over to the library. It's quite busy at this time— lots of foot traffic, with people in and out of classes or hanging out. You, Soobin and Seungmin bid farewell to Chaery as she heads into the quiet section of the library to get work done, while the three of you head upstairs to your classrooms. There's still about 5 minutes to spare, more than enough time for you to head to your seat and settle in before class. So, you do just that— head to your seat and settle in.

Except to your surprise, Jeong Yunho is sitting in that same seat next to you.

You pause in your steps for a second before continuing to walk over, observing as he types away at his laptop. You're sure he can feel you coming, but he doesn't do much to acknowledge you until you take a seat. He glances over at you with a small smile, muttering a soft:

"Hi."

"Hey Yunho."

"How was the rest of your walk?"

"My walk?" You raise a brow before it clicks in your head. "Oh, right! With Chaery. Yeah, it was good. How was yours?" You chuckle as you take out your notebook. "Were you able to get some sleep that night?" You remembered. Such a minor detail for Yunho, but you remembered.

"Uh, yeah. Enough to suffice."

"Good." You chuckle. "By the way, thanks again for sending me that stuff. It's super helpful."

"Glad it is." Your eyes glance up to Dr. Nelson walking in and setting his things down on the front desk. Your smile fades when Dr. Nelson begins class and starts talking all this nonsense about a major paper assignment.

"Might have to bother you again for more help with this later." Yunho chuckles a bit and shakes his head.

"You're not a bother. I don't mind." He says close to a whisper. You give him one last smile before diverting your attention back to Dr. Nelson, jotting down some notes about his topic of the day.

Class goes by as it typically does, with you being able to work with Yunho on another in-class assignment. He asks about the rest of your afternoon, and you tell him about your plans with friends, dance practice and your evening class. He simply nods before explaining that he'll be working on some other projects for the remainder of the day. It falls silent a majority of the time you're working with him, however you don't mind keeping up the conversation. He's easy to talk to, and quite frankly, you don't find Yunho the least bit intimidating or awkward.

At least, you couldn't pick up on it during your interactions with him.

You're just hoping he's fond of your company, too. Hopefully, you don't annoy him— especially when you ask for help.

"Don't work too hard, okay?" You say as you pack up your things and start to head out of the classroom. Yunho follows shortly after, slinging his backpack strap over his shoulder.

"Mm, I'll try. I do have lots of things to cross off, though."

"Would you like me to get you a mochi donut to give you some energy?" He laughs.

"That's very nice of you, but no thanks. I'll be good."

"Okay. Suit yourself." You tease before waving at him one last time. "See ya around?"

"Yeah." Is all he responds with. He watches as you meet your friends and head downstairs, with Chaery waiting for your group at the bottom of the steps. He smiles a bit when he sees you hug her like you haven't seen her in years, becoming fond of how good you look being happy.

You should be happy.

He doesn't know much about you yet, but he does appreciate your energy and how kind you are around him.

Meanwhile, you're enjoying the walk down to the lot with your friends. You're happy to be reunited with your bestfriends, class wasn't too bad for the first time in ages and you're off to get some good mochi donuts. But of course, you've come to learn that these things don't last, and they don't last for one reason only—

"Hey." Seonghwa says, catching you as he walks out of the gym. "Can I talk to you for a second?" You sigh as you slow your pace, letting your friends walk ahead.

"Seonghwa, I don't have time. We're literally about to leave."

"Just 2 minutes." Your friends look back at you, Chaery making it very obvious of her distaste for him. He doesn't care much though, because what Seonghwa wants is what he gets. He won't stop until he gets it. "Please, 2 minutes."

"Fine." You cross your arms. "What?"

"You're still upset?"

"Why wouldn't I be, Hwa? Tell me one good reason."

"I said I was sorry. We were just talking. I didn't know I couldn't talk to my classmates."

"Right. Just talking even with your other classmate who stepped out of your car that morning, too?"

"Baby." He groans a bit. "She just needed a ride. Why do I have to explain all of this to you? You know I wouldn't do that."

"Unfortunately, no. I don't know. I don't know what you're up to when we aren't together."

"And I'm telling you now. Stop listening to other people and assuming. Just talk to me and ask me." He says. "I hate when we're like this. I don't want you mad, and I just wanna move past this." He actually sounds a bit worried, but you know better than to just let your guard down right away because he has hurt you before. He has done things 'behind your back.' He has made it very clear what you were to him. "Besides, it's not just me. That whole thing with Yunho—"

"No. You don't get to do that. You don't get to drag him into this." You shake your head. "This is such a waste of time, and we're just going in circles. I need to go." You turn but he gently grabs you by the wrist to stop you.

"Okay, okay. Baby. I'll stop. I'm sorry." There he goes again. At this point, all you can do is stare at him. You have nothing else to say, and you're not sure what else to do. Seonghwa is going in circles and you know it's because he's sorry that he got caught;

Not because he is truly and genuinely sorry about being a dick and treating you this way.

"Y/N, let's go. We don't have much time before practice." Soobin calls out, his eyes glued on Seonghwa.

"I really need to go."

"I'll come pick you up tonight then, okay? After practice." You don't say anything— don't do anything really— besides give Seonghwa one last look before turning on your heel to head back to your friends. "I'll be there." He says as you continue walking, letting out a deep sigh.

"Sorry." You climb in next to Chaery in the backseat and buckle in, with Soobin driving out of the lot.

"It's cool. We should just go so we can get back in time. Hyunjin will never let it go if we show up late." Seungmin says.

"We'll just shove a mochi donut in his face, he'll be okay." Chaery responds, texting away before turning her attention towards you. "Babe, what was that about?"

"He was just trying to apologize for how it's been."

"How.. what's been? He's always been this way so what's the difference?"

"I don't know."

"Are you seeing him later?"

"I guess."

"He better make that the best damn apology anyone has ever seen."

"Let's hope so." You give her a pursed smile and shrug.

Soobin takes the quick drive into downtown, pulling up to a parking spot just around the corner from the new mochi donut shop. There's a few people waiting in line outside, but it moves quick. The four of you fall in line, each chiming in about how the day went and anything new that's happened. Soobin starts to discuss plans for Christmas break that'll soon peak around the corner— explaining how he plans to go home and spend time with his baby cousins who will be in town. You find out Seungmin and Chaery also plan to go home every now and then. For you, you're not really sure what your plans are. Perhaps you'll fall in the middle since you do love seeing your mom and older sister, however the space and freedom is always nice.

The line continues to move bit by bit until your group is finally at the front. Seungmin orders two boxes to bring to the studio, while the rest of your group orders individual donuts to try out. Before eating your donut, you snap a picture and immediately think about Yunho. You second-guess texting the photo to him, but you do it anyways— hoping it will give him some kind of boost of energy for his evening.

Which, is fair. Because Yunho is in the library already struggling to get through some of this project.

you: here's your donut! i'll eat it on your behalf.

Yunho chuckles a bit to himself before responding.

yunho: thanks. 😊 really appreciate the support.

you: hopefully you can feel the boost of energy from here!

yunho: already do!

You giggle and set your phone into your pocket before continuing on with your friends, mentally preparing for your own evening of practice and class.

Yunho makes his trek to the back parking lot like he usually does at this time, not expecting many people to be around. It's exceptionally chilly tonight that he sucks in a sharp breath to prevent his teeth from chattering too much. He does a little shimmy too, hoping it'll shake the feeling off from his bones until he gets to his car.

God, this walk couldn't be any longer.

As he finally arrives to the back lot, he catches you sitting at the same bench that he saw you sitting at last time. He lets out a breath and shakes his head, slowly walking to his car to give Seonghwa some time to make it to you before he climbs in.

Too bad that doesn't fucking happen.

He tried, he really tried to walk as slow as he could in this cold weather, but he couldn't prolong it any further. He pops his trunk and tosses his bag in, contemplating what his next move is when he sees you wiping away at your face. You're crying, and sitting in the cold— it's a damn shame he can't molly-whop Seonghwa's ass into the next lifetime right at this very moment.

"Fucking dick." He mutters to himself when he climbs into his car and drives over to the entrance, quickly hopping out to jog over to you with his extra jacket in hand. You don't really notice him though [and he doesn't wanna scare the hell out of you], so he stops at a certain distance before clearing his throat. You turn to him with watery eyes, but you manage to put on a tiny smile for him anyway. Probably to try and hide the fact that you're crying over Park Seonghwa, but it's too late.

He knows.

"Yunho, hi." You wipe at your face once more. "What're you doing here?"

"I was just about to leave, but I saw you sitting here."

"Oh, no. Don't worry about me. My ride is.. coming." You pause a bit in between words.

"You sure?" Yunho cocks a brow up and you nod. No.

"Yes." You lie anyway. Truth be told, you know Seonghwa isn't coming at this point but you still hold onto hope. It's been close to a fucking hour and you ridiculously hold onto hope. You glance at Yunho but his facial expression shows that he doesn't believe you one bit.

He knows, he knows.

So, he gestures towards his car and purses his lips together.

"It's freezing. If you really wanna wait for him, you can wait in my car until he gets closer." Is all he says. Wow, he really knows. "I just can't let you wait here any longer by yourself." You look at him and immediately know through his look alone that he's not gonna let this one go. You simply give him a curt nod before standing. He extends his arms out when you get a little closer, draping his jacket over your shoulders. It's a thick zip-up, and Yunho's scent lingers on the fabric. He smells good, you think— hints of an earthy, woody cologne he uses, mixed with laundry detergent. "You can wear my jacket for now to warm up."

"Yunho, you really don't have to."

"I do." He says in a gentle tone. He swings his passenger door open, allowing you to settle in before hopping in the driver's seat. He instantly turns up the heat before sitting back and scrolling through his phone, picking a song on his playlist to play softly in the background.

"He's not coming." You say close to a whisper as you fiddle with your fingers on your lap, Yunho cocking his head to the side to look at you.

"I'll take you home then."

"No, it's alright. I can call my roommates—"

"We live in the same community, it's not a problem Y/N." He chuckles.

"Right. Thank you." You look up at him and he gives you a toothless smile before driving off. It's a little awkward, embarrassing even, that you were caught crying over somebody who didn't deserve the tears. Somebody who stood you up and left you in the cold, somebody who didn't even care to text or call. Somebody who is probably getting busy as we speak—

Yeah, definitely undeserving.

You almost wanna cry again as you look out the window, feeling so incredibly small and stupid for this shit. But, it's like Yunho knows what's going on in your head, what you're feeling like. He doesn't have to ask, and quite frankly, he's pretty pissed himself that Seonghwa could just continuously leave you out in the cold like that. Who the fuck does that?

"You deserve better." Yunho says, running his finger across his bottom lip as he continues to keep his eyes on the road.

"I know."

"I don't know the whole story, and I can't say I understand, but you can't keep hoping Seonghwa will change for you. He's an absolute dick."

"Yeah, he is." You admit it with a whisper. Yunho won't say anything more though, he didn't necessarily pick you up to lecture you.

"Is there anything you need before going home?" You shake your head.

"No, just wanna get home and get comfy."

"Okay."

"I definitely need to get you lunch now." He chuckles and shakes his head.

"You don't owe me anything."

"So, you don't wanna have lunch with me tomorrow?" You look at him all doe-eyed and he can't help but smile bigger. You're cute.

"Never said that. I just don't want you to repay me for anything."

"Just this once?" You pout a bit. You're so cute. "We can go to that new brunch place in town."

"If you wanted to hang out, you could've just asked." He smirks and you let out a small snort.

"Funny." You turn to him. "Seriously. If you're free, let me buy you lunch. At least something to say thank you for keeping me warm and out of the cold." He nods.

"Sure. I have a good break in between classes tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll just text you when I get out of my class then." You lean your head back against the headrest and stare out the window, exhaustion slowly starting to hit you. "By the way, that literature review you helped me with? I got an A on it."

"Sweet. Nice to know I can be of help." You chuckle.

"You're a lot of help." Yunho smiles to himself as he continues to drive, a comfortable silence falling in the car for the rest of the way.

When he pulls into the lot, he snags a parking spot near his building just because he knows he'll walk you over to yours. It's a small, tightknit community, and the walk to your building is merely across the parking lot, but it's his priority to make sure you get home safely. He does a slight jog to open your door before popping the trunk to grab your things, handing you your bag with a soft smile on his face.

He's cute.

"Well, I'm there, so.." You point towards your building. "See you tomorrow?" He shakes his head.

"Come on, I'll walk you."

"Yunho—"

"It's a quick walk."

"You do too much for me." He looks at the ground and lazily kicks at the fallen leaves.

"I don't think so. This is the bare minimum, and it's quite obvious someone hasn't been putting in the effort." He sucks on his bottom lip while looking at you.

"You can say that."

"I don't mean to say this in an attacking manner or anything."

"No I know, Yunho. I know you wouldn't do that."

"Good." He stops in front of the stairs that'll lead you up to your unit.

"Thanks for everything tonight."

"Anytime."

"Goodnight Yunho, walk safely." He lets out a small laugh.

"Goodnight Y/N." He watches as you slowly walk up the steps, only turning when he feels satisfied enough to leave you.

"Oh, Yunho!" You call for him around the corner of the steps and poke your head out. "Your jacket?"

"You can just give it to me tomorrow."

"Okay. Goodnight!"

"Night." He chuckles, digging his hands into his pockets as he walks off to his apartment.

Per usual, he steps in and hears his roommate yelling at his computer screen while locked away in his room. His roommate is cool and all, but they talk here and there; not too often. Yeosang is usually minding his own business with his own group of friends, in and out of the apartment with the occasional guest over. Other times, he's locked in his room while playing games. He cooks ramen a lot, and he typically asks Yunho if he wants some— which is nice of him, and he's grateful. Yunho is okay with being in his own company for the most part. As a matter of fact, it's less of a headache that way since he doesn't have to worry much about others around him. He's always been quiet and more reserved, moreso just for the sake of his own peace. He doesn't go out of his way for people, so he finds himself chuckling at the fact that he pulled all that shit for you. Not saying you weren't worth the trouble, but it felt so out of character that he wasn't sure what he was trying to do here. Though, he can say he does find comfort in your company and he can't say that for a lot of people. It's easy for him to feel relaxed around you even though he hasn't spent a lot of time with you outside of the classroom. It's just who you are and how you carry yourself. Your aura, your personality.

It's nice, refreshing really. You don't have to try to be these things, it comes naturally.

Suddenly, Yeosang's door swings open and he's walking out in a baggy black tee and sweats. Yunho decides he'll cook up some spam.

"What's up, dude." Yeosang grabs a water bottle from the fridge.

"I'm about to cook some spam, do you want some?" Yeosang shakes his head.

"I'm good, thanks. Had dinner earlier." Yeosang looks at him with a brow cocked up. "Surprised you didn't grab anything on your way home?"

"Was gonna but got caught up with something as I was about to leave."

"Something or someone?"

"Someone." Yunho shrugs.

"Are you seeing someone?"

"What, no?! I just ran into Y/N and she was having a rough night."

"Y/N? The junior messing with Park Seonghwa?" Yeosang says and Yunho rolls his eyes. Unbelievable. You can't even spell your name without Seonghwa nowadays.

"Uh, yeah her."

"Surprised that's still a thing." Yeosang does a slight head tilt. "He must have some feelings, right? I've never seen him hold onto someone for so long the way he does with Y/N." Yunho shrugs. He doesn't really wanna talk about this right now, let alone think about you and Seonghwa. Because what does Yeosang even mean? Feelings?

The truth is that Seonghwa is a dumbass and that's that.

He doesn't do feelings.

"He left her out in the cold for close to an hour, so. Highly doubt it's that." Yunho says with a subtle hint of venom in his words. Yeosang catches on though, even when Yunho tries to avoid eye contact and continues to quietly cook away at his spam.

"Poor girl. She really deserves better." Yunho finally looks at him for a brief moment, but gives him a quick nod before returning his attention to the pan.

"Sure you don't want any?"

"Positive. Thanks." Yunho shrugs just as Yeosang begins to head back to his room. "Alright, calling it a night." Yunho nods in acknowledgement before Yeosang can shut his door. Once he's finished cooking, he shuts off the heat, cleans a bit and takes his bowl into his room.

The only lights bouncing off of the walls are from his computer screens. There's something soothing about sitting in a dimly lit room at this time of night, especially when Yunho finds his mind wandering. He's eating and catching up on his show, but he's not really catching onto anything that's happening or what's being said. Before he can even think about what he's trying to do, he picks up his phone and pulls up your message thread. He chuckles to himself a bit re-reading the message you sent him with a picture of your mochi donut.

Cute.

He doesn't really think much about other people, but he's wondering if you're okay. He still can't believe Seonghwa left you out in the cold, and he knows you have been crying.

No, he needs to give you space. You give him some attention and now he's acting up.

No, Yunho.

Chill the fuck out.

He sighs to himself and shoves his phone to the side, erasing every possible text he could draft in his head because he won't send you a text. He'll let you be. He'll give you your space, let you be in your own peace.

Besides, you might prefer to recover alone. Recharge alone. Be alone.

He hopes you are okay.

He hopes you are warm and comfortable, and that you aren't crying over Park Seonghwa's dumbass.

Hopefully, sleep finds you.

But tonight, he doesn't think sleep will find him.

"Hey." You shuttle into the apartment and toss your things aside. "Chaery and Soobin aren't home yet?"

"Hey, no. They have some studying to get done and wanted to do it at the library." Seungmin's eyes glaze over you. "I thought you were gonna be with Seonghwa?" He asks as he cooks himself a cheese quesadilla.

"Well, he never picked me up."

"What?" Seungmin furrows his brows as he angrily shuts off the burner and turns to you. "I swear I'll fight him. It's freezing outside. Doesn't he know that?"

"I know, Seungmin. Please don't tell Soobin or Chaery, I don't wanna hear it right now." He sighs heavily and shakes his head as if to dismiss his thoughts.

"Fine, whatever. I just hope this finally gives you enough of a reason to stop messing with him." You look down, feeling like a child being scolded by their parent. "So how did you get home? Whose jacket are you wearing?" He comes closer to inspect you.

"It's.. Yunho's."

"Yunho? How did you get Yunho's jacket?"

"He saw me waiting out in the cold and gave me his jacket."

"He took you home?" You nod.

"Yeah, when I told him Seonghwa wasn't gonna come."

"I'm really glad he was there."

"I am too. He even walked me to the steps before leaving."

"God, Y/N. You've gotten so used to the way Seonghwa treats you, and to be honest, I hate it. He's a piece of shit. Just date Yunho." You sigh.

"Not you, too."

"I mean, I'm partially joking, but Yunho has already done more for you in these past days than Seonghwa has the past months. You're my bestfriend, and you know I love you. You're way too good for him."

"Yunho and I are just friends, classmates even. We don't really talk like that."

"Still, he manages to help you when you need it the most without asking for anything in return. Says a lot about his character."

"I'm just gonna go shower." Seungmin sighs when he sees you hauling your things into your room. "I still have some homework to get done."

"Do you want me to make you some food?"

"Sure, whatever you whip up, I'll eat." You give him a small, but somewhat defeated, smile. "Thank you."

"Of course." And with that, you head in for a long, hot shower, unsure of how to feel tonight. You knew you needed to stop messing with Seonghwa, but you weren't sure why it was hard for you to cut him off. Maybe it was the attention you received behind doors, Seonghwa being a different Seonghwa that showered you in love, care— even though you knew he didn't entirely mean it. That he didn't genuinely care or feel for you, that he can't commit to you and only you.

He likes the idea of you the most, not you.

But Seonghwa wasn't the only thing occupying your thoughts, it was definitely Yunho, too. You couldn't help but wonder where all of that came from when you didn't know much about him and he didn't know much about you.

Maybe you were used to the way that Seonghwa treated you. It's not that Yunho was doing too much, it was the fact that you already expected less.

You were used to less.

Not even the bare minimum.

Hopping out of the shower, Seungmin has a hot bowl of rice with a sausage and egg omelett sitting on your desk along with a piping hot cup of green tea [drenched in honey, just the way you like it]. You smile and dig in, scrolling through your phone to see a notification from Seonghwa—

seonghwa: fuck baby, i'm sorry. something came up

seonghwa: where are you?

seonghwa: i'm so sorry about everything, i know we've been fighting lately and i haven't been my best towards you. i'll make it up to you, i promise

seonghwa: baby please, talk to me. can i come get you now?

You roll your eyes and toss your phone aside, pulling out your laptop so you can finish up your homework. You don't feel like responding to Seonghwa, and you don't feel like thinking about him any longer.

He's already taken up too much of your time and effort.

You slip on your headphones and power through the rest of the assignments you had left. It wasn't much, and it doesn't take long, so you begin to draft out bits and pieces to your literature paper.

Suddenly, you think of Yunho again.

A small smile is etched across your face when you remember his company tonight. You really are truly grateful he stepped in and brought you home.

Maybe he's on his walk, you're not sure. But, you don't want to be a bother.

You just hope he's okay and that he's taking care of himself after tonight.

He deserves it.

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fiorella-a · 9 months

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A secret to be kept

Streamer! Aged up! Future! Kenma x Reader

Concept:

-While playing a horror game full of jumpscares, he blurted out something– and that something was supposed to be a surprise for you.

Info:

-Gn! Reader

-Fluff

-Some cussing here and there

•Kodzuken is online

•Kodzuken's stream will start in 1 minute!

•Kodzuken is now live, click to join!

"Hello Everyone. Good evening, afternoon or morning to each of you here. Today we are playing a game called?"

"The hunt!" You say excitedly, "Me and Kenma are in a call because I'm currently visiting a friend."

Kenma smiles at the camera while nodding at your words.

Chat:

:LMAO THOUGHT U KICKED THEM OUT 😭😠

:Heard that's a scary game

:Start! Start! Start! ✊✊✊

Kenma pauses while reading the chat, "alright Calm down and let's play the game, Y/n do you wanna read the game's information?"

"This game is in beta and is currently being observed for issues or bugs, please leave your reviews on what should be changed or whatnot.

Warning: this game will contain jumpscares out of nowhere. For those with weak hearts, please exit the game immediately.

You and your friends (recommended to play in multiplayer) decided to go camping out in Icho Woods, that's famous for it's haunted stories. Finding out there is no such thing as Icho Woods, you are now stuck in the middle of nowhere and desperately surviving. But hey! At least the haunted stories are true, though.

The game is fictional, anything that references in real life is pure coincedence."

After reading, you breathe in and out, "that was breathtaking. Now let's go on, shall we?"

Kenma nods his head before replying to you, "let's go."

Chat

:GOODLUCK YA'LL

:Hi! One of the developers here, hope you enjoy it :)

:NO WAY

:GET THE SCREENSHOTS YA'LL

:Blessing to be in this stream fr 😩

:(2)

"Okayyy we spawned in" you say in a surprised tone

"One of the creators of the game is here. I recommend adding a short cutscene of how we got here." Kenma looks at the camera and smiles politely.

Chat:

:The smile‼️‼️

:We're working on it! We're also planning on adding more lives for the players.

:AYO THE DEVELOPERS ARE SO NICE

A crawl was heard along with the sound of cracking bones. "What the hell was that? If i could be an emoji, it'd be the crying one" You say as you laugh nervously

Kenma chuckles at you, "No need to be af– THE FUCK?" Kenma swears as he gets killed.

Chat:

:We're working on that bug! If you stay at the spawn too long it'll kill you, promise we're working on it.

:Developers sweating nervously 💀

:LMAO STOP IT 😭

"Okay, I got killed too, yay!" You say still clearly nervous.

"Alright, follow me, love. I see a shed over there" Kenma says as he goes in first before your character follows along.

"We won't get killed here, right?" Kenma says jokingly

Chat:

:Nope! ☺️

:IMAGINE IF THE ROOF BREAKS AND THEY DIE

Kenma smiles at the chats.

"There's a battery here, i think it's for a light? A car? I'm not sure." You say to Kenma and at the chat.

"Oh, is that all?" "Yeah" "Alright, let's go out."

As Kenma opens the door at the shed, the monster was lurking around and spotted them. Giving them a thrill-chase. The monster climbs onto a tree before finally ending them.

"FUCK WILL YOU MARRY ME"

"HUH?!"

Chat:

:AYO KENMA?

:As developers, we didn't expect to help in a marriage.

:BRO IS DOWN BAD

:📷📸

Kenma coughs as he realizes what he said "Let's exit the game."

"Sure, sure." You agreed and followed along with him.

Once you both left the game, Kenma spoke again "Once you get home from your trip, we can talk about what I said" He says as he turns off his camera at the stream.

"Alrighty, Love."

"I'll end the stream now, don't worry, we'll leave in a review afterwards. Goodbye, chat"

"Babye, everyone!" You say with excitement.

Chat:

:*Gets onto knees* will u marry me bb? LMAO

:STOP MAKING FUN OF HIM, HE'S CLEARLY FLUSTERED YA'LL

:Bye for the two of you <33

:Looking forward to the reviews! Thank you and enjoy your happy life ❤️

:BYE BYE KENMA & BYEBYE Y/N!

•Stream ended 13 seconds ago

•Kenma is offline

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navstuffs · 11 months

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carlos oliveira decides to surprise you when you can't be home for valentine's day(gnflightattendat!reader, FLUFF)

when you told your boyfriend carlos about your schedule on valentine's day, you watched his shoulder fall down in disappointment, although he tried to keep a smile. you had flights planned for the whole day, from seven am to nine pm.

you apologized a million times that day, promising you would make up to him on your next day off together - in three months. deep down, you thought about asking for the day off (which would be impossible), getting "sick," or firing yourself (seriously, the best option). carlos, watching your internal struggle, gently grabs your face to look at him.

"we will find a way. don't worry," how can carlos be so sweet to you when you just ruined your first valentine's day together?

so the day finally comes, and you receive a happy valentine's day text from him as you walk to your gate. you are so focused on texting him back you hit a man with familiar broad shoulders.

"i'm sorry, sir!"

your voice dies down in your throat. carlos is right in front of you, wearing comfortable gray sweatpants and a tight black shirt with an unzipped grey hoodie. he smiles at you, holding the straps of his backpack.

"carlos? what are you doing here?"

"what do you think? i am going on the flight with you."

you think it is a prank, laughing. during boarding time, you welcome the passengers in front of the plane when you see the famous dark curly hair going down to enter the plane because he is that tall. when carlos winks at you as he passes, your co-workers give you fast smiles.

you end up trading with a co-worker to stay in business class, so you can stay close to your boyfriend. carlos is alone in his seat, smirking at you when he sees you.

"i can't believe you did this!" you exclaim, surprised but happy. at least you had him for a couple of hours, before saying goodbye.

after the flight lands at the next destination, carlos waits on you by the gate. you are ready to say bye to him, when he remains on your side, naming your next destination. you look at him surprised, making him chuckle.

"i said i was going fly with you today, didn't i? the whole day."

you can't believe he did this, as carlos shows his multiple reservations on his phone. you want to kiss him so badly. during the day and numerous changes of airplanes, carlos gives you favorite snacks and chocolates, smiles and winks, small notes that say "i love you", and even rubs your hip when you are passing by him when he is sitting by the last row; you see him struggling so much during the three hours flight since he is so tall. he naps, and you have to hold your hand to not give him a head rub, or kiss him on his lips. just his presence makes you feel loved, and the work day not so hard.

by the end of the last flight, carlos is waiting for you by the gate exit. he looks exhausted, you can't even imagine how you look. you finally hug him, hiding your face into his body.

"thank you, thank you so much for this carlos!" you whisper, on the erge of tears. carlos chuckles (your favorite sound in the entire world), giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"if you aren't so tired, we can stop by the fancy airport restaurant and continue the celebration?"

you nod your head, happy.

part of my valentine’s day special 5/5 DONE!!! OMG I DID (before midnight where i live, please forgive me brasil). i am SO SO HAPPY! and seriously, this idea came to me on a whim (i had another idea for only f!reader for carlos, but since i am doing gn! for the challenge YAY). thank you so much for all the feedback! I DID IT!!

#carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira fanfic #carlos oliveira fanfics #carlos oliveira imagine #carlos oliveira imagines #carlos oliveira fluff #in my headcanon they joined the mile high club BUT I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO WRITE TONIGHT i am sorry #i have to get sleep since i have to work in the morning #stay with some fluff

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kidney9-9 · 1 year

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Two Ghosts - Tom Holland x Reader

IT IS FINALLY OUT! Yay, I'm so excited to post this request. I hope you all enjoy it and thank you very much for being patient and for reading this! BIG THANK YOU to my best friend who requested this. I love you very much, and I hope you like it. Thank you for all the advice and thank you for helping me as well @evermoreparker

My requests are open and again thank you to my bestie, I love you!!

Tom Holland x fem!Reader [Established Relationship/Angst/Fluff/Smut] Warnings: Swearing, lots of drinking, smut, use of nicknames, cum eating, cockwarming, oral sex, and no protection Word Count: 26k

The last few days have been horrible for you.

Things weren’t always great, but you usually could deal with it after relaxing for a few hours at home. But today was even worse, especially with everything building up.

Your boss made a few icky remarks at you for irrelevant things, such as the way you walked to the elevator, and the way you typed, and even the way you breathed. It was all so irritating, but the worst thing he said was that you should be paid less because you barely did anything – but you do more work than he does every day. He ran part of the hiring agency you worked for, so you couldn’t really go to management or human resources to complain about him – he would just find a way to fire you within the next few weeks. You’ve only worked there for about two years now, and you missed your old job, but you couldn’t go back.

At home, things felt even worse. Every room was so messy, there were random clothes thrown everywhere, some stains on the furniture, and the floors were so dirty.

And the bathrooms… there were only two bathrooms in the home, and both were disgusting. You didn’t have time to clean up, but you at least picked up all your messes. It was mostly Tom and his friends hanging out and leaving the place a mess, but you sort of understood why he wasn’t cleaning up, since he didn’t have any time.

He was always looking for inspiration to write a new script, or always on the phone, chatting with his agent for potential future projects. If he wasn’t focused on work, he was with his friends, helping one of them plan a wedding, and helping another with starting a business.

You understood that mostly.

If your best friend were getting married and needed help, you would help with making decisions and planning everything. You don’t get why Tom was helping with starting a business, but you supposed he wanted to just kind of look into the whole venture of business. He’s always been interested in learning about businesses and wanted to know how to do those sorts of things.

The wedding planning for his friend always took place at home, leaving random old sample foods everywhere, even some bottles of wine, and so many different invite letters, which was why the home was so messy. You two were always exhausted, but you were a bit upset with him leaving the house like this. He could have at least asked his friends to clean up a bit. Last night, you found some pieces of fabric and different ties on the couch. You understood that too, wedding outfits were important too.

But the thing was that Tom was not obligated to help with any of these things that much!

He was acting like it was his wedding practically, and you scowled thinking about that, because it’s been so long (over three years now) since you two have been dating but he hasn’t proposed. You’ve asked about it approximately five times now, and the conversations about getting married always ended in, well great things like having a fun night, but still he never has hinted at proposing.

The business thing as well, he didn’t need to help so much, it seemed like he was in partnership with his friend, Tuwaine, for this business, which you knew so much about since all he talked about was that. How the business was so innovating with the idea of selling reusable items packaged with different types of seeds – which was cool, but you’ve heard enough about it. You would always want to talk about other things, but Tom didn’t care to.

You weren’t feeling good too these days. You were sure you had a cold or something, with migraines on and off again, it was so irritating. Everything was just going wrong, and you were feeling homesick, missing your friends in your home country.

And with Tom, you were so close to just giving up on him. You were close to giving up on a few things in your life, but the most important thing was him, and it hurt to think about. You gave up so much to be here with him, so it was hard to even consider.

These last few weeks, he barely talked to you, and when he did, it’s about everything except you two. If the conversation stirs up your relationship, he makes up some excuses and he just would leave. It hurts so much knowing he is avoiding talking to you, when you have given so much to him. You two bought a house together, for crying out loud.

When would the next step come? Are you two just falling apart?

And you’ve tried including him in so many different ways in your life too. You’ve added him in every group chat with your friends and family, you shared a calendar with him to make sure he saw everything and would try to do so many things with him, but he just wouldn’t do it.

You felt like you’ve given almost all your energy, outside of work, to him and you’ve tried the best and the hardest you’ve ever could talk to him, but he gave you nothing in return at this point.

Today was the day you would bring it up.

You needed to at this point, because you couldn’t be in a relationship that sucked out all your energy for much longer. You were tied up in so much with him too, it would be hard to let it go if you hadn’t talked about it first.

It was Saturday, the one day off work, except for that mandatory online meeting for you. You woke up early to get yourself ready. You lousily put on a semi-professional top, covering your legs with a blanket and you went into the guest bedroom with your laptop. Of course, you didn’t wake up with Tom on the other side of the bed and you didn’t like going into the main bedroom unless he was there. He wasn’t even at home; didn’t bother to tell you he would be out all night. He just messaged earlier yesterday that he would be wine testing again with his friends at a vineyard.

The meeting was shit; you might have muted your boss for the first fifteen minutes because his voice bugged you. But otherwise, it was a useless meeting that could have been pushed to Monday. Your mind was stuck on Tom though. You pushed your laptop away on the bed as you pulled your phone up to call him.

It rang a few times before he picked it up.

“Uh, hello. What time is it?” He answered, groaning as it sounded like he was sitting up. You put him on the speaker, crossing your arms as you felt a bit of a pain in your heart as you thought about what you needed to do.

“Tom? It’s ten in the morning… where are you? Are you okay?” Your voice showed how worried you were, and Tom let out a sigh in return.

“I’m with the guys, I’m fine, just, you woke me up. What is it?” He replied and you instantly scoffed quietly, looking at the phone irritated at him. He wasn’t even being nice to you now. He sounded like he was annoyed you woke him up, but you were worried and angry that he wasn’t here, at home. Instead, he was “with the guys” wherever that was. You were sure they just got drunk at the vineyard and went to one of their places to crash, but he didn’t tell you much.

“What is it? Seriously? Why aren’t you at home? I’m worried about you and what’s been going on, it feels like we aren’t even talking at all and,” He cut you off with a laugh.

“Good morning to you too mate.” You heard him say, speaking to his friend. You rolled your eyes. He wasn’t even listening.

You tried one more time, “Tom, are you there?” You heard the phone shuffle on the other side. Then, he said, “Yeah, it’s just her, don’t worry. We’re all here for you man.” You hung up with a big sigh, “just her”, you knew you shouldn’t get angry over that, but his tone was dismissive.

You don’t know how long you laid in the guestroom for. You slept for a long time and then woke up to look at some photos on your phone, contemplating on if you should delete the ones with Tom. He really pissed you off, disappointed you, and most of all let you down for so long now. He wasn’t the one anymore it seemed, not really. He gave up his passion and time to go do other things that were more important to him.

You practically made the decision before he came home that it was over.

“Love? I’m home. Where’s dinner at? Isn’t today the day you make something, and then tomorrow it’s my turn?” You heard his shout from the other side of the house. You didn’t move out of your spot of the bed, rolling your eyes at his voice.

Your turn to make dinner? Not happening. You didn’t respond, instead opened your messaging app to reply to your friends. You barely spoke to them lately because of how busy you’ve been. You told them about it and apologized, but you kept quiet about Tom. You didn’t want to talk about it with them now. It would just hurt you even more.

“Babe, what’s going on?” Tom was standing in the doorway, arms crossed.

“What’s going on? That’s funny.” You laughed without any humor in your tone, not bothering to look at him.

“What?” he asked, walking in and sitting on the edge of the bed. You shifted in the bed, sitting up with the covers up to your shoulders.

“You’re… not really here.” You tried to explain, but you already felt a lump in your throat forming. Tom shook his head, not understanding what you were trying to say, and you shrugged your shoulders at him.

You struggled out another laugh, “Yea, it’s just her, don’t worry.” You quoted him and then he looked to the side, sighing and he lifted his hand like he was going to explain. You just stared at him and nodded, “Yea, it’s just her,” You repeated, tone of your voice hardening.

“Don’t worry.” You managed to get out, before a tear came down your face. “I really tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. That you were still here, that you still cared for us, but you weren’t. You’re just not around for us anymore.”

Tom tried to reach out to you, but you leaned away from his touch. “Stop it.” You whispered to him, looking out the window.

“I am still here – that was just, well you know. Harrison had a bad argument with his fiancée about the wine and the invitations. I wanted to be there for him, he was going through a hard time and needed someone.” Tom explained, backing away from you as he saw your reaction.

“I do know, of course I know, because that is all you talk about! Or that business thing that you’re always on about. That’s the only thing you talk about now and you just talk, you don’t converse.” You argued back, trying to breathe in deeply.

“Converse? Really?” He almost laughed at that, not taking you seriously.

That was the last straw for you. “Okay, pack a bag, get out of here.” You said, shaking your head at him. You got out of the bed, walked out of the room and he followed, laughing.

“What are you talking about?” He laughed again, a bit nervously this time. You wiped your tears away, starting to tremble a little but you kept your cries quiet. He grabbed onto your hand and pulled you his way to face him.

“You don’t love me anymore. Or at least that’s what it feels like. You don’t put in any work with us, with our home, with… anything that has to do with our relationship. I have stayed up cleaning up after all your messes, all the things that you say make you happy. I get it that you have things you want to do, yeah. I have supported you in all these things! But you don’t care… You aren’t here anymore emotionally, and now physically. You spend more time outside our home than inside. And I’ve tried involving you so much in my life.”

He listened, finally. He saw the tears in your eyes and still, for some reason, he sighed. He let go of your hand as his phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced back up to you to see the hurt in your eyes.

And he still answered the phone.

“Yeah, I’m on my way now.”

He was so dumb, he swore, but this was so important to him at the moment.

Some part of the deal broke apart, and the packaging for his friend’s business was delivered to the wrong place, and everything was going to shit. There were so many things going on in his life that he really needed to be in so many places at once. You were so important to him as well, but he thought you understood that he couldn’t be with you in person for so long.

He left the house after a silent moment, and he muttered a quick apology to you and walked out the door. He just needed to do something really fast, and then he’d get back to you.

As long as he fixed this part of the deal in the business, then he can go back home and apologize to you. That was his plan! He just really needed to go figure out how to fix this mess first.

By the time he had finished calling all of the people he needed to, he was exhausted. Things weren’t going the way they should be, and he was already late to a graduation party for his cousin, which he wanted to go with you, but it was all too crazy.

He bought a fancy wine bottle to give as a congratulatory gift to his cousin. He sighed to himself, turning the car off and looked into the mirror quickly to check if he had looked decent. His hair was messy, sticky with sweat from the stress he was in, and his eyes had looked so dull.

He kept thinking about you, wondering if you were okay, but he knew you weren’t. The look of hurt in your eyes made him see how he screwed up that bad, but he held out some hope that once he got home tonight, that you guys would talk to each other, and it would turn out alright. He didn’t even have the time to call or send you a message, but he doubted that you’d want to hear from him through a text and a call wouldn’t show how sorry he was.

He got out of the car after wiping the sweat off his face and pushed his hair back into place. The party was at his cousin’s place, but after walking in, it seemed like everyone had been planning on going over to the bar across the street to celebrate.

“Hey, congratulations Daniel.” He spoke up, nodding over to his cousin. His cousin grinned at him, pulling him into a side hug and the two chatted over a few things before they started to walk over to the bar. The bottle of wine stayed back in the apartment and Tom noticed a few other of his family members, and even old friends that were Daniel’s age.

“I invited Evan, I think he’s already inside.” Daniel said, glancing over to Tom. His eyes popped open in surprise at the mention.

“Evan, like our Evan, back in the soccer practice days?” Tom laughed in shock as Daniel affirmed it, shaking his head. A bit of happiness surged at the thought of their childhood. The soccer program was one of the reasons him and Daniel were so close, as they hung out almost everyday of the summer and winter breaks of school, practicing soccer.

Evan was their best friend, and together they were like The Three Stooges, always doing dumb things. The soccer program ran for 5 years, and once it ended, Tom moved to another school and unfortunately grew apart from his friendship with Evan and Daniel. He would only see Daniel during family get-togethers, and he hadn’t seen Evan since.

“How’s he been? I mean, what happened to him, over all these years?” Tom asked, still pleasantly surprised at the fact, and Daniel grinned at him.

“He’s good, I’m sure you guys will get along still, don’t worry about that. He’s training to be a dentist, and Ben’s still alive.” Daniel replied, shocking Tom again about Ben, Evan’s childhood dog, still alive. That dog must have been almost twenty years old now.

By the time they got inside and started talking to Evan again, Tom realized how close their lives all had been, even though they were barely in contact again. Sure, Tom and Daniel still spoke and were close, but Evan lived only a few minutes away. He and his girlfriend lived together, who worked at the same place you did.

Tom noticed it instantly, when Evan brought up the name of the business and he gasped, “Oh mate, my girlfriend works there too!”

“You being serious? What’s her name? Christine probably knows her.”

Tom told him your name, feeling an ache in his chest, it felt weird talking about you when you two weren’t on good terms at the moment. But this connection was so surprising, and he felt a vague remembrance at the back of his mind of the name Christine as well.

“No fucking way, Christine loves her – they’re like best friends at work, says she’s practically her work wife.” Evan stopped to laugh as Tom gawked at the information, “I met her a couple days ago at their luncheon with the families. She’s pretty cool!”

“What luncheon? This is insane, but uh, yeah! She told me about Christine being her friend a while ago, this is such a small world.” Tom replied and Daniel interrupted the conversation right as Tom finished, bringing in a few drinks.

“Come on guys, it’s not every day we all our childhood best friends meet again for my college graduation, let’s celebrate!” Daniel cheered, and Tom took a drink, grinning at him.

Tom didn’t mean to stay there the whole time, he really thought he’d go home within the hour, but things were going great. He talked to his aunt and uncle, and a few other cousins. The rest of his family couldn’t make it because they were all busy, but it was such a surprising and lovely night that Tom let go of his worries and just started to party with Daniel and Evan.

Another one of his friends called him to ask to hang out and somehow, it ended up with Daniel and Evan partying with Tom and the rest of his friends at one of their places all night. Harrison had let them all sleep at his shared place with his fiancée.

Tom couldn’t really recall much after his eighth drink or so, but at some point, he was sure that he must’ve tripped over something because his foot hurt so fucking bad.

It was time to go home. He felt exhausted still, and he wanted to clean up because of how gross he felt from last night. He excused himself from his friend’s place with a promise to hang out again soon, and then quickly left. He drove home, glancing down at his foot whenever he felt it aching again from the pain. He felt like an idiot, rethinking everything that’s happened in the past week or so.

You were right, he didn’t really talk to you much, but he still made time for you before and he would do it again, when all of his plans were done. He argued with himself in his mind, and before he knew it, he was back home.

There were a few cars parked around the home, including one that took his parking spot. He sighed and parked in front of the neighbor’s house. He got out of the car, locking it after he walked across the street. He heard some music playing from inside the house, it was pretty quiet though, and he unlocked the door, walking in.

For a moment, he was confused, hearing laughter from the living room. He couldn’t see anyone but as he walked in, he saw a few people sitting on the couch and two of the other seats. You were sitting on the seat, facing him and as he walked in, you were the first to notice him.

You stood up abruptly, causing your friends to quiet down and they all glanced his way. A few waved to him, but most ignored him, and you looked away and smiled at your friends. “I’ll be right back.” With that, you walked over to Tom, and he followed you to the bedroom.

“Uh, hey.” He spoke up as you two walked into the room. You crossed your arms before you replied, “Hi,” You paused, feeling unsure of what to say first because there were so many things you wanted to say all at once.

“You could have texted… you know that you were coming by.” You added, feeling a bit more nervous and angrier.

“It’s my place too, and I needed to talk to you. We should talk things out to see what the problem is, and we can figure things out.” He responded, limping around you. He sat down on the edge of the bed while you continued to stand near the door. You closed it slightly, so your friends wouldn’t hear the private conversation.

“Alright, let’s talk.” You offered back, eyebrows raising. Talk? He finally wanted to talk to you, you thought bitterly. After so long, he was going to speak to you, without pushing you away or leaving you out, or ignoring you.

“I think what you did wasn’t very polite.” He almost cringed at himself, realizing how badly that came out.

You scoffed, “What did I do that wasn’t very polite?” Did I purposely ignore you for so long? Not letting you know that I was going to be out for an entire night. Not answer your messages and calls?” You listed a few things he’s been doing to you, and he rolled his eyes.

“Come on, that wasn’t what I was doing.” He defended himself. In his view, he was just busy, and he didn’t notice that he was doing that to you.

In fact, he was sure that he was doing that to everyone, his friends as well – ignoring some messages and calls because of how busy he was. When he lived by himself it was a normal thing to do, the only person who gave him grief about it was his best friend, Harrison.

“What the hell were you doing then, Tom? You have no idea how alone I felt and how worried I was when you were out drinking with your friends!” You spoke up, shaking your head at him.

“Well, you’re hanging out with your fucking friends right now.” He shot back and you scoffed again, looking away from him.

“You’re deflecting… And you know I barely see them.” Your voice ran sad, and Tom frowned deeper than he already was.

“And you’re still spending time together with them, when you’re complaining about me hanging out with my friends! What the hell is that about? That’s so fucking hypocritical.” Tom spat back to you, shaking his head.

“My friends mean a lot to me! We rarely see each other!” You defended yourself, your voice rising back to Tom as he laughed bitterly over your words.

“Why the fuck do you care about them so much if you rarely see them? Huh? Why are they so important to you? They are never here, and you barely see them – maybe what, like once a year? Or even less than that?” Tom was just rattling off things, not realizing how upset you were becoming.

“Fuck you Tom… That’s petty as shit. You are the one that never includes himself when my friends and I talk. We try to talk every day on the phone or on a video call, even in messaging group chats, and I always try to include you but you’re such a jerk to them. You don’t know anything about them, which makes me feel so pathetic because I think they’re a big part of my life!” You practically shouted.

“You know what, why do you care that much about your friends? It’s not like they’re part of our lives, so who cares if I was a dick to them. They barely come here cause they’re living in another country most of the time. I don’t know who they are, and they don’t know who I am! So what?” Tom shrugged at his behavior.

“I moved to a whole different country for you, for this relationship… and this is how you act about a big part of who I am? My friends are still part of my life from back in my home country and I’m not letting that go at all. I gave up so much to be here with you because I thought we wanted the same things in a relationship.” You couldn’t get through to him, and he couldn’t get through to you at this point.

“Fuck, do you not understand what I’m saying to you? I appreciate that you moved here and all, but your friends are nobody here in our lives. I don’t care about them, and I don’t plan to put any effort into knowing them because they rarely visit or talk to me.” Tom exaggerated about your friends.

“Wow… Just, wow. You are not who I thought you were.”

“I’m exactly the same. Just busier than normal. You’re being so dramatic about those people who mean nothing to us.” Tom rolled his eyes, teasing you for feeling this way. He didn’t realize how much your friends meant to you, and to him, you were acting like they were practically your family.

You started to tear up at his mean words, never expecting him to be like this. Your tears started to roll down your face fast, and you took a step away from him and breathed in deeply. You had to bring up something else now, because it seemed clear he wasn’t going to see your point of view.

“So, what’s going on? Why are you never home? Why does it feel like I’m the only one putting in effort?” You responded, trying to calm down. This was one of the most serious times you two have argued and you never thought it would turn out to be this horrible.

When you turned to look at him again, you saw how upset he was too, but you also saw how out of it he was. His hair was so messy, going up in different spots, it looked like he had a crumb on his cheek? And his face was just plastered in old sweat and dirt, like he didn’t clean up after himself. He even stunk pretty bad, like he hasn’t showered in a while.

You sighed to yourself and pressed your hand up against your face, not knowing what to do as you tried to stop crying.

Tom wasn’t sure what to do either.

He knew what to say, but he wasn’t sure if he could follow up with his actions right away. And he realized he had hurt you badly when he was talking about your friends. He still felt irritated that they were here and that you were complaining about him hanging out with his friends, but now he could see your perspective about how important some people could be in your life, since his friends were just as important to him.

He still needed to get things done as soon as possible. too He was helping Harrison with his wedding, and his other friend, Tuwaine, with his business.

As best man to a wedding, he needed to do every activity to the upcoming wedding and party with Harrison as much as possible before the wedding. They even had a check list of everything Harrison needed to do before getting married. Tom promised to do as much as he could to make sure the wedding would turn out amazing.

And as a silent partner in this upcoming business, it was hard. Turns out a silent partner isn’t really silent most of the time. Tom had no clue about that! But he was doing his best to help Tuwaine out with the business as he saw it was a great potential.

“I think I can,” He paused and cleared his throat, “I think I can text you stuff like where I am and what I’m doing, but I really can’t stay home so much. You know I have a lot of work to do right now. I want to be there for my friends as much as I can.”

“You think you can? And I thought in this relationship, we both tried to be there for each other as much as we could, Tom. Are you saying you can’t do that anymore?” Your breath hitched, as you felt unsteady from continuing to talk. You managed to stop crying for a few minutes, but your eyes still burned with tears that waited to fall. You paused to let Tom respond to see what he had to say.

“That’s not what I’m saying at all! I mean, I can’t fucking be here all the time, but you aren’t here all the time too. You go to work and what about that luncheon? What the hell was that? Why didn’t you invite me?” Tom burst out, irritated that the conversation was going in this direction. He felt horrible for making you cry, and he felt that there was still stuff you two needed to talk about.

“Huh? The luncheon? Tom, I did invite you. I asked you two months ago to go with me, and you said yes! You were the one that forgot. I tried talking to you about it before it happened, to remind you, but you cut me off.” You answered him, feeling a little confused but still very upset.

“No, you didn’t, I would have remembered that. I’m sure I would have remembered.” He retorted, standing up.

“Like hell you would. I put the invitation on your desk too.” You added, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Okay, so maybe you did, but still, you expect so much of me and I can’t fulfil that right now! I’m too busy. After the wedding and after the next few weeks of the business, things will go back to normal, but right now, I can’t do the things you want me to do.” Tom raised his hands to show how he was feeling, and you shook your head at him again.

“Do you even know what I want you to do? It’s the bare fucking minimum.” You felt like you were talking to a brick wall at that point.

Tom stumbled over his words, not even knowing mw to respond. The bare minimum of what? He was so confused, no one had ever talked about this before with him, he didn’t get it.

You sighed, disappointed and angry. “All I want – no, all I need, was to know you’re okay and you’re safe, and you’re not out there doing dumb shit. All I need is someone who knows how to be an adult and clean up after themselves. All I need is someone who cares.”

When he didn’t respond, you shook your head and turned to leave. As you walked out the doorway, Tom went to grab your hand but quickly slipped down from the pain radiating in his foot. He was in an awkward position, with one leg up and one leg down, in a classic purposing pose.

“Ow, fuck.” He whispered at his foot, not noticing what he was doing. When he looked up at you, your face had twisted in some kind of shade of anger, disappointment, humiliation, and pity.

“Oh, Tom… what the fuck. This is really not the time to do that.” With that, you tore away from him, rushing out of the bedroom.

You didn’t even say anything to your friends because you felt so embarrassed and hurt about Tom, and with a huff of air, you left the house. Your friends stared after you, whispering to each other, wondering what to do.

As Tom walked out of the bedroom, he slowly made his way to the living room, feeling incredibly guilty and horrible. He wished he could just melt on the floor for a few hours and just feel better after that, but he knew he couldn’t. He needed to go and apologize to you and also apologize to your friends.

Speaking of your friends, they were still in the living room, all staring angrily at him. He deserved it, very much. He didn’t even know what to say except, a short, “Hi there.” And the entire group continued to stare at him silently.

“Um, I’m sorry, but I think its best you guys leave right now. She probably needs to talk to you all, I’m sorry.” He felt odd but he knew he had to do that. He held the door open for them all and he kept whispering sorry as they walked out.

After they left, Tom collapsed on the bed, feeling exhausted but still terrible about what happened. He knew he needed to talk to you and your friends, but he figured it would be best to do that separately because he did feel bad that he was mean to your friends. If someone had been rude to him as he was mean to them all, he would have wanted to scream at them. He knew he really needed to apologize, so after he took a shower and a small nap, he texted the group separately from you, asking to see if he could meet them for breakfast tomorrow.

When they all confirmed after Tom sent them a long message of begging and pleading, Tom finally felt a little bit of hope for the future. He continued to pack a bag of a few of his things, with his clothes and some other essentials. Once he was done, he texted the group again and told him that he left the place and that it was alright for Y/n to come back. He knew that she was with them, and he also knew that she would be very angry if he didn’t leave for a few nights.

When Tom left Tuwaine’s apartment early, he had made sure to look his absolute best, so he could impress and hopefully convince your friends to give him a second chance to be friends with them. He was such a jerk to them for so long, and now he knew he needed to apologize to them for doing that. He also knew that he needed to apologize to you, but he wanted to apologize to your friends first because he wanted to hear what they would say to him.

He showed up to the bakery and saved a table outside. He made sure to buy everything they might want too, using small plates from the bakery to put them on the table. It looked like he was having a small birthday celebration, but no, he was just making sure everything looked good and that all your friends would feel comfortable.

He sat at the table for about fifteen minutes before all of your friends showed up. One of them waved to him, friendly and kind, and most of the others looked at him angrily and annoyed. He cringed to himself, hoping that the conversation would go alright.

“Hi, good morning.” He stood up, greeting them. He pointed to the seats for them all to sit down. A few did sit down but others refused, shaking their heads at him.

“I’m not sitting until I hear a reason to.” One of them spoke up. And then another one flipped him off, when he looked their way. Oh, he felt so guilty for what he did to them and you.

He sighed and started talking, “Uh, I’m sorry for… well everything, really. I’ve been a dick to you guys because I thought you guys didn’t really… fuck, this is going to sound mean, I thought you guys didn’t really matter to her and us anymore because you don’t live here. I realize now that is not true, but I’m sorry for not giving you all a chance to be friends with me or even talk to me. I thought you guys just weren’t a part of her life anymore, and I acted mean because I thought you were all kind of against me and her together. I’m sorry for all of that, and honestly, I am willing to beg you guys to give me a second chance or to start things all over again, new, and introduce myself to you guys, as the person I actually am.”

He stopped his rambling as one of your friends stepped forward, and he tried recalling her name, Sophia or maybe it was Maria, he wasn’t sure. He somewhat tried to grin towards her as he pushed his hand out in front of him, to reintroduce himself. She was one of the people standing up still.

It looked like she was going to shake his hand as she set her hand forward, but it wasn’t that. Instead, her hand flew up and smacked his face hard. The sound of her slap drifted around the table like an echo almost, and Tom stumbled back with an audible, “Shit!”

There was an outline of her hand on his face, and he groaned as he rubbed his cheek. “I deserved that…” He mumbled as he glanced back at her.

“Yeah, you did asshole.”

“You deserve much worse.”

“Yeah, he’s such a dick! I can’t believe him.”

“Fuck you, we tried being nice to you.”

“You really hurt her. What a jerk!”

The group was practically shouting at him, and he stumbled back until his back hit the window of the bakery and he kept mummering his apologies. The way they all stood up for you and against him made him feel a different way. He would do the same for you in any situation like this too, and he felt terrible that he didn’t realize your friends were actually good people.

He just pushed them aside and acted like they were nothing to you after you moved here with him. If you said and treated his friends the way that he did to yours, he would have felt horrible and upset just the same as you were feeling now.

“I really didn’t mean to be so rude. I swear it!” He spoke up to the group.

“Really?” One of them spoke up, a shorter girl, who he remembered was Ana.

“Yes, really. My judgement of you all was completely wrong and I’m sorry. And I’m not just saying sorry because of Y/n, I’m genuinely saying sorry for being a mean person to you all. That was wrong of me, I wasn’t raised to be like that, I swear. And I should have never done that, I just didn’t realize how much you guys meant to her and I also didn’t realize that you all were good people. If I put the effort in that I should have, I would have seen how good of friends you all are.” He sincerely apologized again, wiping his head again as he felt like he was sweating like crazy.

He felt so nervous about being in front of a group of friends. He seriously never felt like such a jerk before, and he felt like he should be apologizing over and over again.

“Hm, okay. I’ll accept your apology but I’m never forgetting it. You hurt Y/n and you hurt us… but more importantly you hurt her. We thought you were a rude person from the way you treated us, but Y/n was always defending you, saying you were actually a great person and that you were just always feeling sick or tired, or not in the mood to talk.” Ana said, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, you won’t believe how much she defended you. But I don’t think I can forgive you that easily. Y/n deserves better than this.” Tom didn’t recognize this person, but he nodded in understanding.

“I get that, I do, but please, let me show you guys that I am a good person. I promise I will apologize to her too.” He responded, gazing down at his shoes. He felt so bad still and he honestly felt like he was about to cry. He didn’t know how you would ever accept his apology but if you did, he would be the luckiest guy in the world.

“Fine, I can do that… I don’t know about the others.” Ana replied, gazing at Sophia and a few others.

“I think we need to hear more about what happened. Y/n was so upset, and you hurt her so much. I want to hear your side of the story, but just know that if you are lying or anything, I will beat you up.” Sophia said. Another one nodded, picking up a muffin and taking a bite out of it.

Phew, okay, so they are willing to listen to him and hear how sorry he felt. He felt insanely lucky that they didn’t do anything else to him other than a slap.

“She – I, I think it’s reasonable that she’s upset. I am too, but I think what I did really hurt her more than I at first thought it would, which is really bad. I need to apologize to her still. I’ve been giving her space, but I did email her a sorry, kind of.” Tom scratched his head, feeling a bit awkward at mentioning his email. He wrote it as an email because he knew that you would be pissed off if he sent you a long ass text message. It was more of a cautionary email than anything else, and it did sound a bit silly, but he just wanted to send it to let you know he was sorry, and he understood what he did was wrong.

“Email? What the hell?” One of the girls, Alexia, spoke up. She laughed as she continued to mock him, “Oh no, I broke my girlfriend’s heart, now I must email her!”

Maria snorted at that, but quickly said, “No offense or anything, but that’s weird. Continue, tell us what it said.”

Tom felt a bit more pressure as the group listened to him. “I just said that I am very sorry about what happened and that I should have said a few things differently, and that I promise to talk to her when she wants to talk to me. Also, that I love her a lot, and that I miss her, and also, I apologized about uh, how I treated you guys. But I said that I would mostly talk to her in person to tell her what I need to say, and I just wanted to email her to let her know that stuff.”

“Yeah, interesting. Now, what exactly do you want from us? We tried being friends with you before, but you were always kind of not there… You would leave the room when we talked with Y/n on video calls, and stuff. We thought you were a cool guy at first, I mean, that’s why we encouraged Y/n to move in with you to a different country! You sounded a lot better compared to her exes.” Sophia spoke up, bringing the conversation back to what he wanted to do with them.

He flinched at the tone in the beginning, and he also did not like the sound of your exes. You never spoke about them, so he didn’t think about it.

“I wanted to know if I can reintroduce myself, or we can start over to make a genuine friendship. I think it’s important that I know the people in her life, just like she knows the people in my life. She’s friends with Harrison and Tuwaine, and gets along with my family, but I don’t really know much about you guys… well, because I thought you guys didn’t matter. I’m sorry about that.” He blabbered, biting his lip in nervousness at the end.

“I’m cool with that.”

“Eh, I don’t really like you at the moment…”

“Hmm, maybe, that sounds like a good idea.”

“No, absolutely not. You hurt her and you’re a dumbass.”

“We should give him a chance!”

Tom sighed quietly, fiddling with his fingers as the group continued to debate whether or not he deserves a chance to talk to them. Within a few minutes, they agreed to try but if he did any other shitty thing to you or to them, then they would completely stop supporting his relationship with Y/n.

“I won’t do anything bad, I promise! I still need to talk to her too, but I’m giving her space.” He spoke up.

“Ah, that’s a good idea… Just don’t expect her to reach out so soon. She can hold onto negative emotions longer than some people.” Ana replied, taking a sip of her coffee. Sophia nodded in agreement with her.

“And if you do anything bad to her specifically, I will kill you. Or wait, I will first hurt you severely and then kill you. Sound good?” Maria brought up, gripping onto the butterknife a bit too strong. Tom glanced at the butterknife and then at Maria and then instantly nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, of course, I get that. I promise I won’t hurt her.” He responded with a short nervous laugh. No one else laughed, instead they looked very serious and it scared Tom even more.

They all left after a long discussion about forgiveness, and he told them that he was going to keep in touch with them all. He wasn’t going to ignore them or be rude again, and he had to apologize to you as well, but he felt so much more guilty. He didn’t know how he was going to make it up to you, and he felt so down.

Tom thanked them for being open and willing to consider having a new friendship with him again and he cleaned up the small mess at the table. He sighed, realizing he also hadn’t been helping around the house too, this had reminded him.

He went back to Tuwaine’s place since he has been staying there since the argument with you. He missed being at home with you, it was so much more comfortable. He missed cuddling with you, he missed watching the television with you, he missed eating with you, and so much more. He didn’t realize mundane things could be so exciting to him – he would give up everything if it meant he could go to that again with you.

Over the next few weeks, Tom had started to slowly feel more and more depressed. He gave up trying to give you space after two weeks of silence and had tried calling you at least once a day. He would give you some simple messages through the voice mail and he would text you some cute messages like, “I hope you have a good day!”

Still, zero response, expect some of your friends had told him that you will come around eventually. This has only happened one other time – when you two had first started dating and you two had a bad argument. You didn’t message him for like a week and a half and he was so surprised that you had finally messaged him back, saying it was time to talk. But he figured it was alright to spend some time like this apart when your friends also clued to him that you were trying to give him some time to figure everything out with your friends.

They said that you wanted to give him time to finish things up and stop being so busy, so he hoped maybe now you would respond to him soon.

Harrison’s wedding was in eight days, the business was good, and Tom didn’t have as much to do now. Tom actually planned for today to be Harrison’s bachelor party, instead of the night before the wedding because he knew that Harrison would be drunk still if they partied the night before. Tom managed to push his thoughts of you away for the first few hours of partying, but later he complained about not seeing you for so long.

The party started off good, with all of their friends coming by Tuwaine’s place first. Evan and Daniel were there as well, and everyone had started drinking the moment the party officially started. Harrison was surprised with a few random gag gifts that Tom planned, which included men’s candy lingerie for the wedding night.

They all laughed so hard, and Harrison made a challenge, for whoever stopped drinking first during the party, would be forced to eat the lingerie. The party continued to a golf course, where their day drinking continued with mimosas, and snuck in vodka, and they all were a bit too drunk to finish off a section.

Tom brought in a golf cart with a bunch of embarrassing pictures of Harrison tapped over it, along with a funny blow-up sex doll attached to the top of the cart. They all took turns doing circles on the golf course, shouting and laughing at some random music Evan was playing on his phone.

After they left the golf course, Tom got a limo to drive them to a restaurant for lunch. Yes, that’s right, they have been partying all day, starting at breakfast time. They ate lunch at Harrison’s favorite place and played pin the tail on the donkey – except the donkey was a picture of Harrison and the tail was a picture of a ring. The lunch included some steaks and expensive wine, and as a dessert, they all got ice cream at a place next door.

Next, they all went to a paintball place, where they played a few rounds until they all felt exhausted. They took a break in the limo, driving around town as they continued to drink and dance, and nap.

Tom had started to think about you when a song came on in the limo, blasting at a crazy level. It was one of the songs that you two danced to before in a club, and Tom only remembered it because you two ended up falling on the floor after stumbling when dancing. He remembered giggling so much and trying to pull you up, only to fall again on the beat of the song.

He ended up singing the rest of the song, karaoke style in the limo, randomly mumbling your name into the microphone every few seconds.

Tuwaine joined him, laughing into the microphone loudly and pointing over to Harrison. “Yeah, baby! Woohoo! I bet you’re going to miss doing shit like this when you’re married.” He cackled and Harrison choked on his drink, laughing along with him.

“I’m still going to be here with you shits, don’t worry. Just not as often.”

Tom nodded along, “Yeah, you better go hang out with your new wife because then she will get angry at you and not talk to you for weeks.” He didn’t even need to say your name now, as he stumbled over his words.

Daniel rolled his eyes but laughed, patting Tom on the back, “Come on, at least now you know what happens.”

After about two hours of drinking and karaoke in the limo, Tom took the limo to an axe throwing place, where they all made fools of themselves. They were so drunk that they probably shouldn’t have been throwing axes, but they were all following the rules.

“If I hit this target, Harrison has to twerk in his first dance at his wedding.” One of them shouted, and unsurprisingly, missed the target. Besides the fact they missed the target, all of the boys were yelling and giggling about Harrison twerking at his wedding.

After the axe throwing, Tom took them to go bar crawling. It was the fourth bar that Tom noticed that you might be there. Your friends were in a corner, dancing and laughing out loud, and it made Tom glance over to their table.

His glance became a full-blown stare and he refused to look away, even when a few girls came up to him, Evan, and Tuwaine.

“Hey, how are you guys tonight? What are you drinking?” One of the girls slung an arm around Tom’s neck, and he barely looked at the girl, frowning at how close she got, before he looked back to the group.

Evan noticed what Tom was staring at and chuckled, “Hey isn’t that Y/n’s friends, that you showed me a picture of?” And Tom nodded in reply, to which Evan laughed even more, adding, “Don’t go up to them, you really need to give her space.”

He couldn’t help but yell out your name, “Y/N BABY!” Everyone looked at Tom concerned, and then finally he saw your face. But you looked so angry and upset that Tom pouted and shouted your name again, trying to walk over to you, but Evan and Tuwaine pulled him back.

It was then that you and your friends left.

Tom basically became a rock, standing still and solid, while girls curled up against him and his friends, trying to get their attention. He didn’t spend any moment looking at them, and finally, he decided to look away from the corner that you used to be in, but his mind was still on you.

“This is her third favorite drink! Ugh, I miss you baby.” Tom cried out, and then chugged the rest of the drink while the rest laughed at him and comforted him.

He continued to talk about you and how he missed you so much.

The night ended with them going back to Tuwaine’s place to drink some more. They were all too wasted way beyond the point of return. They were all tripping over random things while walking in and all of them laughing at random shit. Harrison’s face was a deep red color as he walked in with the blow-up sex doll from the golf cart.

“Thank you for my practice wife, Tom.” He snickered, making his way to the carpet in the living room. He laid out flat on the ground, groaning loudly.

He went and started to kiss the blow-up doll, and everyone giggled at him or groaned at him to stop. There were a few drool stains on the doll and Harrison pulled it away to admire it and then randomly pulled it back close to him and bit down on its arm hard, causing it to pop loudly and deflate.

Everyone stared at him silently, and Tom just shook his head.

Tom followed him, but sat down onto one of the chairs, kicking his feet out onto the coffee table. “You’re welcome, mate.” He responded, holding a can of beer. The rest of the group followed in after them and all found a spot in the living room, and soon, they all started talking in a deep conversation.

“That was,” Tuwaine paused as he raised his eyebrows and blew air out of his mouth, “a successful night out.” They all agreed with him by nodding or laughing. The night wasn’t over though, and they all knew that.

Within the next two hours, the group became smashed out drunk, beyond return. They all knew they would need at least two days of recovery for how much they drank, but they continued to drink to celebrate and send Harrison off to be married.

“I’m so ready to marry you,” Harrison spoke into his phone, recording a video for his fiancée, who texted him wondering if he was having a good time. “You’re going to be my wifey! Wifey boo baby, woo!” He cheered and stared into the camera intensely, causing some of the guys to laugh loudly in the background.

“I love you so much. If you were a worm, I’d turn into a worm with you, and we could love each other while traveling the world through dirt.” He said it so seriously that Tom choked on his beer, eyes watering as a hard cough leveled through his body.

“Oh God, Harrison, turn that off!” One of them called out to Tom, he was instantly reminded of you. He felt that way about you so much right now. If he could, he would get married to you at that second, but that wasn’t possible because you weren’t here, and you were angry at him.

“I wanna marry Y/n, my baby. My sweetie, I miss her so much. Do you think she’ll ever talk to me again? I hope she does, even if it means she’ll be screaming at me.” Tom cried out, holding the beer can up to his face, cradling it.

“What was the name of my emo playlist, Siri?” He tried asking his phone to play depressing music, as he was feeling horrible, and the group just sighed at his antics.

“Enough, Tom, you keep talking about her, but we’re supposed be happy right now.” One said, and another gazed over to him and slapped his knee.

“She’s my happy.”

“Shut up, you dummy.” Another spoke up to him, but Tom shook his head.

“I could’ve seen her tonight, my honey. If I wasn’t a coward,” He slurred out, and stared at Evan, “Meanie, you stopped me.”

“I saved you from embarrassing yourself, shithead.” Everyone nodded in agreement and Tom frowned deeply.

“Whatever…” He got up and stepped over a few of the boys, walking towards the bathroom. “Party poopers.” He called out to them and slammed the bathroom door shut, locking him in.

He opened his phone, pulling up his texts between him and you, and texted you again. “Babyyyyyy” He sent and sighed, then sent another text, “i mixs you so muc I wan to holdd u again and kiss you”, then he spoke up to himself, “Fuck me.”

He opened up the camera and giggled, trying to send a picture of himself while sitting on the toilet, but the camera was pointing the other way. He clicked the screen anyway and pressed send, not realizing that he just sent a close-up picture of his dick.

He proceeded to send you a dozen crying emojis, and then an old picture of the two of you and then a selfie in the bathroom mirror with him sobbing hard.

He didn’t even think to stop himself, instead he continued to send more and more to you.

“I looooooooooooove you, like how plants love the sun. also, water, plants love water. I love you like that. Alsooooo I want you to forgive me and illlll apologize you to so mcoh I mean it, ill go to the moon and back just to show how much I love you (without a space suit), and then I;lkl even get you the pet cat and pet dog you always wanted.”

He soon fell asleep in the bathtub, with his phone in his hand. He snored loudly and occasionally woke up to shout at the guys not to bother him in the bathroom. Within the next few hours, he woke up to a pounding headache and he groaned at himself, then fell back asleep.

And then again, within a few more hours, he got out of the bathroom and checked up on everyone. They were all pretty much out of it, but safe. Funnily, Harrison had his feet up in the air as he slept on the couch, and Tuwaine was right next to him, with the deflated blow-up doll curled up under his arms.

“Guys?” Tom woke them up and instantly got smacked with a pillow on the couch, “Ow!”

“Go away, let me sleep.”

“Shut the fuck up, emo boy.”

“Can you get me some potato soup?”

He groaned at them and sat down in the kitchen, away from all of them. He made himself some toast and then took out his phone again to check what time it was. He unlocked it and it instantly opened up to the texts he sent you.

“Oh, my fucking hell, no way.” He sighed to himself, scrolling up, until he hit the picture. Oh no, he thought. A dick picture. He sent you a picture of his semi flaccid penis, while he was on the toilet, oh no. That’s horrible, oh my, that would definitely be the end between you two if you saw that.

“NO, FUCK!” He screamed, getting up and rushing out the door. He was still slightly drunk, so he couldn’t drive. He had to run there, somehow, that’s what his drunk mind ended up telling him.

But first he needed to tell his friends where he was going and what he was going to do.

“Okay, I know you’re all still asleep, but I need to tell you I’m going to go to Y/n’s house and steal her phone and delete the dick pic that I sent her while we were really drunk last night. Anyone have any ideas on how to steal her phone without her noticing?” He rushed out in a single breath and slowly but surely, everyone woke up and stared at him.

“This has got to be a dream because no way in hell did Tom fuck up that bad.” Harrison was the first one to speak up, and Tom only sighed, shrugging his shoulders to tell them all that yes, it was real.

“I’ve got nothing for you, except I’ll pray that you don’t end up without balls for doing something so dumb.” Other spokes up and Tom rolled his eyes.

“She wouldn’t hurt me or anything, but her friends will. Oh god, how will I even tell them about this, I wanted to be on their good side.” Tom groaned, hiding his face with his hands.

“Go! You can tell she still hasn’t opened it, right? You’ve got time.” Another cheered for him and that was all, as Tom ran out the door, phone in one hand and keys in the other.

Right as he ran out, he heard one of the boys chuckling, “Wonder if it was a decent dick pic or some depressing dick pic.”

What the hell was a depressing dick pic? Tom didn’t think much else about it as he ran towards the house. It was only about ten blocks away… Tom groaned loudly as he continued to run, glad that he was in shape to do this.

Halfway there, Tom finally started feeling the effects of everything, the alcohol and the running, and the fact he was only running with the anxiety of you seeing all those texts. Also, he realized he definitely should have eaten something more and at least drunk water, because this was tough.

“Fuck me, oh no,” He started to slow down, but he really shouldn’t. A wave of nausea hit him, and he burped up some of the toast he ate but he swallowed it down and kept pushing, “I’ve got to get to her phone!” He practically whimpered, as he started to slowly run again.

It was a slow jog, but he eventually got there. He snuck in through the back door, glancing around to make sure that he wasn’t caught. But then he wondered where your phone was. There was some music playing at a low volume and he could smell that something delicious was on the stove or in the oven.

As he slowly walked further into the house, he felt even more anxious and tense. But then he heard the shower running, and he relaxed slightly. Okay, so you were in the shower and then something must be in the oven, because you wouldn’t let the stove run without looking over it.

He sighed, feeling safe. Now, he was safe to go through the house quickly to find your phone and delete the texts before you opened them up. He checked his phone once more to see that you still haven’t opened up his messages, which he felt so relieved by.

“Okay, first look in the living room and then kitchen, and then bedrooms.” He was sure you wouldn’t bring your phone in the bathroom with you, but if you did, then he’d have to hide somewhere inside the house while you got out of the bathroom and then sneak around until you weren’t in the same room with your phone.

He rolled his eyes at himself for making it so complicated, but he needed to do this if he wanted to fix the relationship.

As he stepped into the living room and looked around, he felt something a little bit off, but he couldn’t explain the feeling. He looked everywhere for your phone, even under the couch. Then he looked at the front door and narrowed his eyes.

Men’s shoes… and another pair of women’s shoes he didn’t recognize, but he primarily focused on the big ass men shoes sitting right next to the door.

Those were not his and they were definitely not his size either, so it had to mean there was another guy here. But you didn’t have any guy friends here, apart from Tom’s own guy friends. He stared at them with confusion and even picked them up to compare to the size of his feet and then he shook his head and set the shoes down.

“Okay, weird.” He whispered to himself, seriously hoping that you weren’t seeing another guy. He felt dumb thinking you were, but those shoes being here made no sense. Same with the woman’s shoes, and then he wondered hopefully that it was just one of your friends from out of town with her boyfriend or some random guy. Or maybe you had a girlfriend that wore men’s shoes. Then he shook his head again, no way that one of your friends would wear those types of men’s shoes. Those looked too ugly, and your friends had good fashion sense.

He slowly went to turn into the kitchen and then as he turned around, his eyes went wide as he jumped up, screaming, “Oh fuck!”

Two people were standing directly behind him, as if waiting for him to turn, and they started laughing when he screamed.

“Oh dear, and you must be Thomas? Y/n was just about to tell us more about you. She’s in the shower right now but we were just drinking a cup of coffee, would you like some?” Your mom spoke up, grinning at him as he huffed out a long breath of air.

“Oh, oh, okay, hello.” He sighed out, wiping his face as if there was sweat there. They laughed at him again and he smiled. He went to go shake their hands, but your dad laughed loudly and shook his head.

“No! We only hug in this family, isn’t that right sweet pea?” Your dad said to your mom, and she nodded, and your dad awkwardly pulled Tom into a deep hug, with your mom patting his back friendly.

“Aw, nice, hugs… Yeah, of course. Well, it’s nice to meet you guys properly. I only ever got to wave hi to you over video calls!” Tom responded, pulling back from the hug. He glanced down at himself and kind of cringed at how he looked. If he knew your parents were here, he would have cleaned himself up nicely.

He realized that the shoes were your dad’s and your mom’s, and he was glad that they didn’t catch him finding your phone. He’d have to explain himself if that happened, and he was sure that they wouldn’t appreciate that he sent those messages to you.

“We know, yes, it’s one of the reasons we came by finally. We wanted to check up on Y/n and catch up on things, like why are you two not married already?” Your dad turned a heavy question to Tom, and he gulped, unsure how to answer. Tom truly did want to marry you at this point, and he still needed to find an engagement ring. He also needed to tell his family about it too. They all loved you and wanted you to join the family, and they would be so happy if Tom told him now.

“I do want to marry your daughter!” Tom paused, thinking for a quick second before he spoke up again, “I thought it would be best to wait until I got your permission to ask her the question, but I never get a chance to speak to you two privately.” He felt lucky that he thought that up really quickly. He did want to marry you, but he actually wanted to ask your friends first if he could propose to you, instead of your parents, since he knew them a little better.

“Hm, well, you have our permission now Thomas.” Your mom replied, and his eyes widened, and he nodded happily.

“You can call me Tom, if you’d like.” He added, chuckling a bit as they all walked further into the kitchen. The two of them sat at the barstools, as he stood up to continue talking to him. He walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup, using his favorite mug you got him.

“And how about children, Tom?” Your dad asked as Tom put a bit of sugar into his mug, and he faltered for a moment before he glanced over to your dad.

He was about to reply until your mom interrupted him with a loud “Wait!” the two stared at her as she asked, “Well, when are you going to propose? We gave you permission, but you never said when you would propose. I want to know! Maybe I can tell her to go get her nails done before you do it…” Your mom trailed off as she imagined the proposal and Tom nodded back.

“Oh! Um, soon, if she wants to talk about it.” He kind of shrugged and your dad sighed.

“She’s stubborn, but lovable, right?” He said to Tom, and Tom agreed, finding it a bit easy to talk to them. It was just a bit awkward that they kept asking about the relationship, while Tom wasn’t really sure where you stood right now with wanting to be in a relationship or not.

It seemed that they knew at least that there was an argument between him and you, but with the questions they were asking, it seemed like they thought it was just a small argument. Tom was glad about that and didn’t want to ask any questions to them about it.

“Now, back to the question, how many kids are you guys wanting?” Your dad brought up, and Tom hid his sigh while he drank some coffee from his mug.

“Oh, you know… the usual.” Tom gave the vaguest answer possible, and your mom chuckled, responding, “So, four? Five?” Her joke made Tom choke on his coffee, and he coughed a bit of it out, leaning over the counter and into the sink.

“Aw, you scared him, we’re kidding, we only expect two in the next few years.” Your dad spoke up, laughing at Tom’s reaction.

“Two, in how many years, exactly?” Tom asked, scratching his head. And then he was saved (at least that’s what he hoped) as you walked in, wearing a robe. Your hair was still wet, and it seemed like you rushed over here, since your feet were still wet too.

“I heard you guys all talking…” You sent Tom a look, and he smiled nervously at you. He didn’t know what would happen, but he hoped you would forgive him and still he needed to find your phone. He mouthed, “I’m sorry” to you, but you rolled your eyes slightly.

“Yes, you didn’t tell us Tom was so good looking! You know, especially when you told us he’s older.” Your mom spoke up, smiling at the two of you, noticing the slight tension and wanting to calm it down.

“’How old, exactly did you say, Y/n?” Your dad asked, raising his eyebrows at Tom with curiosity. He took a sip of his coffee as you cleared your throat.

You also crossed your arms, watching Tom as you replied to your dad, “He’s in his mid-40s.” Tom instantly looked at you with a shocked stare and you shrugged. He wasn’t that old! And your parents didn’t seem to question that at all.

“Wow! Then you better get started on those kids soon, right?” Your mom spoke up and Tom wouldn’t look away from you as you nodded.

In his head, he was wondering if you would forgive him if it meant you were saying you’d have kids with him soon, to your parents. But maybe not, he wasn’t sure what exactly you were thinking, especially since he hasn’t spoken to you for a while now.

“Yeah, Tom actually takes a while to… warm up, if you know what I mean.” You continued, smiling softly, “Sometimes it takes up to ten minutes to get that little guy up, right Tom?” You glanced over to him and his grip on his mug tightened harshly, as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Really?” He asked, as if to say, “are you really doing this?” You nodded, “Right, yeah, maybe it’s 15 minutes nowadays.” You shrugged, and your parents gazed at Tom with empathy and pity.

“Aw dear boy, that’s okay, it happens to men in that age group.” Your mom spoke up, frowning at Tom.

Your dad too, seemed upset at the news. “Well, have you gone to the doctors to check on the little swimmers?” His question sounded so genuine, and Tom coughed again, looking at the ground, feeling incredibly awkward.

You spoke up for Tom instead, “Oh, he’s a little shy about that stuff, Dad.” Your dad sighed in response, shaking his head pitiful of Tom.

“We want you to have some strong swimmers there. Especially if you’re going to be giving us two grandkids soon.” Your dad continued, standing up. He walked over to Tom and patted his back softly, gazing towards you and your mom.

“You know, our next-door neighbor’s daughter is pregnant. She’s 22 years old, and frankly, I think you need to hurry up!” He said, and your mom nodded along, “Remember Samantha?” And you bit your lip from laughing but you nodded back to your parents. You could tell how Tom was freaking out.

Your dad took a step back as he faced Tom completely. Tom looked uncomfortable but your dad continues, “Sometimes you just got to relax down there. Here, let me help you stretch your body out.” He gestured for Tom to lean down before he went ahead to do it himself.

“Okay, lean down really quickly, touch your toes, you know, you have to get your body moving. And now, stand right up and jump! Reach for the sky.” Your dad demonstrated and Tom slowly copied him, feeling incredibly defeated and awkward.

“You have to do that every day and that’ll really get the juices flowing down there, if you know what I mean.” Your dad continued, and Tom nodded, “Yeah, definitely will do that.”

Your mom laughed at the two, “Oh, stop being so silly. But tell us, Tom, do you take the medicine?” Her question made Tom even more confused, and you looked embarrased as your mom continued to explain, using her hands, “The… Viagra?” Tom instantly widened his eyes.

“Wow, uh, no I don’t use that.” He explained, shrugging slightly as your dad set his hand on Tom’s shoulders as if to comfort him. You looked at that and found it funny but said nothing.

“I use it only on movie nights, to spice things up.” Your dad admitted, and your nose scrunched up.

“Ew, dad, you didn’t have to tell us that.” You quickly responded and he laughed at your expression.

“Just trying to help you two out. I didn’t have that problem in my mid-40s, but I think it’s more common nowadays.” Your dad defended himself, and your mom laughed along.

You shook your head at them, and Tom found himself smiling at you, thinking about how cute you looked.

“I’m going to go get dressed, but you three can stay here and continue talking if you want.” You excused yourself, shivering a little as you still weren’t dried off completely. They all nodded, and you went into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

Tom grinned at your parents, lifting up his mug, “So, anyone want refills?” Your mom nodded, standing up to get some more coffee, and Tom helped her by offering milk and sugar.

In hopes of changing the conversation to a new topic, Tom cleared his throat and glanced to your dad, “So, how long are you guys going to be here for?” The question was met with smiles and your mom answered it.

“Just till the end of the weekend, dear. Since Y/n is busy with work during the week, we’re going to go out sightseeing. And then hm, I think Y/n wanted to take us to a local restaurant, she says it’s got the best pasta in the country.” Your mom explained, and your dad chuckled a bit.

“I doubt the pasta is that good… She said it was mind-blowing!” Your dad brought it up and Tom realized you were talking about the restaurant you two always go to for special events.

He took you there for your last birthday, and on Valentine's Day, it was always a sweet place for you two. He smiled widely, “It’s the best place to go for pasta.” He answered, then added, “We love it there.”

Your mom turned to him suddenly with a gasp, “Aw, you remind me of when we were younger, trying that steakhouse place near our home! He would always order the lasagna they served there, whenever I was feeling down so we could eat at home. So sweet. Maybe you can order some pasta for Y/n, she was feeling a little down earlier about an argument you two had. She wouldn’t tell us what it was about, of course.”

Tom was surprised that your mom had told him that, and he appreciated it greatly, “Thank you, yeah, I need to apologize to her. I was in the wrong, but maybe pasta will cheer her up too.” Your dad got up and sighed.

“Yeah, she’s a stubborn girl but food is a good way to her heart.” Your dad said, and your mom scoffed, shaking her head.

“No, stop it. She also deserves to be romanced and cared for too, got that Tom?” Your mom added on quickly and your dad quietly whispered, “Yeah, that too.”

Tom and your parents continued to speak together until you came back out, wearing clothes and being completely dried off. You looked incredible, and Tom felt his heartrate start to pick up when you said you had to get to work because of some emergency.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry Mom, we can go shopping when I get back from work. And Dad, I think there’s a few places that you’d like to go to in the next town over, maybe you two can go do that while I’m working.” You apologized, as they walked towards the front door to leave.

“Aw, it’s okay. You let us know when you’re free. It was nice meeting you in person, Tom. I hope to see you again soon.” Your mom responded and your dad gave you a hug goodbye.

They quickly left, and you shut the door after waving goodbye one more time. You slowly turned around to Tom, who looked nervous again. He didn’t know what to do now, except for saying sorry again. He started fidgeting with his hands as he looked at you.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n. Seriously, I am so sorry for being a jerk like that. I met up with your friends too, and spoke with them about it, and I promise I’ll be a friend to them as well, instead of acting like I was. I’m so sorry, babe, please, I promise I will still be here with you, and I won’t be like an asshole. I promise you. I’ll answer your calls, texts, emails, I’ll do anything please, if you give me a chance, and I swear I’ll make you and your family happy and your friends happy too and” He took a deep breath in to continue but paused when you pressed a palm up to his chest.

“Tom.” You whispered to him.

“Yes? I swear, I’ll do anything. I’ll propose right now if you want me to, but I wanted it to be more romantic. I’ll get married to you right now if you want me to. Or I’ll leave and never bother you again, if you want me to. I promise and I love you so much, and if you don’t want me here anymore, I’ll leave and you can take the house and I swear, you can take everything else. You already have my heart.” He continued to ramble and ramble some more, but you stopped him again with a soft smile.

“Tom!” You laughed at this point, he breathed in again to continue but you shook your head.

“I accept your apology. I just needed some space to myself for a little bit and I figured you did too so you can finish up some stuff. My friends told me after we saw you at the club, that you guys met up and talked. Thank you for doing that.” You responded, sighing slightly.

Tom was so surprised, he couldn’t believe it, “Wait really?” He asked and when you nodded, he asked again, “Seriously?” You laughed harder.

“Come on, I won’t break up with you or anything like that. I’m being serious, it’s not a joke. I was kind of pissed off that you came here, so that’s why I kind of said that stuff to my parents…” You shrugged, whispering a small, “Sorry about that.”

Tom was the one that laughed this time. “Yeah, about that, when did we celebrate my 40th birthday?” He started laughing even more when you rolled your eyes and took his hand, dragging him behind you.

“I’m pretty sure I said mid-40s, so we celebrated your 45th birthday in.” You joked back, and he shook his head, laughing more.

He pulled you into a tight hug as you laughed too, and slowly you two stopped laughing and he gazed down at you with adoration, “So we’re all good?” His question was met with a nod, and you stepped up on your tip toes to kiss his cheek.

“We still eventually will need to talk more about things, but in this moment, I’ll say we’re good.” You responded, thinking back to how he spoke to your parents. He was nice to them, you were a bit surprised and touched.

As you pulled away, you quirked your eyebrows up for a second, “Oh, and nice picture.” You said it so nonchalantly that Tom didn’t understand what you meant for a moment.

You walked away as Tom shouted, “Wait! Oh no, I’m really sorry about that! I was drunk and really depressed and I’m so sorry.” He quickly tugged his phone out of his pocket. He unlocked it instantly and it opened up to the messages between you and him.

You sent him a picture back.

Oh fuck.

You actually sent him one back? He immediately burst into laughter of joy and then quickly ran up to you with surprise and hope in his eyes, “You sent one back! When the fuck did you send one back?” He asked and you grinned at him.

“Well, I went to go get dressed and I guess my thumb slipped and took a picture and sent it to you. But actually, I sent it when my parents were here. You were sweet to them.” You shrugged and his laughter turned into silent giggles, as he clutched his stomach hard. It was a good picture too, showing off your chest and your neck at a great angle.

You elbowed him as he continued to laugh out, “I love it. I love you.” His face flushed red as he continued to stare at the picture.

“Love you too, stinky. Now go shower please, I don’t know why but you look and smell like a raccoon that lives in trash.” Your insult didn’t faze him at all as he was still smiling with bright red cheeks and a look of adoration in his eyes.

“I’ll go shower, sure.” He responded, lifting up his arm to expose his armpit, and leaned towards you as if to make you smell.

“Ew, Tom! Stop!” You shouted, grossed out but amused and he chuckled back, leaving to go shower.

As he entered the bathroom, he glanced in the mirror for a moment and then looked away, but then surprised, he looked back at himself. Oh, you were right. He looked dreadful. He lifted a hand and pushed it through his hair, watching the greasy strands of hair flop together in an odd way. His face had a sweaty and sticky look to it, and as he touched it, it smeared across his forehead more.

His clothes were so dirty as well, and he shrugged them off quickly. He turned the water on in the shower and waited until the water turned hot. In the meantime, he brushed his teeth twice before he was satisfied with how his breath smelled.

He got into the shower and sighed loudly as the hot water hit his skin. This was one of the best feelings ever, he thought. He swore never to drink so much again after the bachelor party, because of how disgusting he felt during the morning. He was feeling better now that he talked to you and your parents, and now that he was showering.

He scrubbed his skin with your soap, missing the smell of it. He always loved using your shower and bath products, because he liked how it smelled on you. It also made his hair silky smooth, and his skin feel super soft.

Since he always stole your stuff, he would be the one to buy it in bulk, so there was always enough supply for you two.

He grimaced when he saw the feminine soap, remembering back to a time he used to use that as body soap. He remembered how good it smelled and thought it was weird that it was labeled as “feminine soap”, thinking that his friends would even use this soap if they smelled how good it was.

Then he remembered when you joined him for a shower that one time, and saw him using that as body wash… You laughed so hard that you fell over in the shower and Tom felt so embarrassed that he didn’t read the back of the bottle to see what type of soap it was.

He scrubbed the shampoo into his hair, using extra to clean the gunk in his hair. He rinsed it out of his hair and sighed again, picking up your conditioner. He absolutely loved this conditioner – it smelled so good, and he always loved how it made his hair shine after showering. He applied a generous amount and then cleaned his body again with regular soap.

“Tom, how much longer are you going to be in there?” He heard you call out to him, and he quickly replied, dropping the soap.

“I’ll be out in five minutes!” He shouted back, smiling as he heard you shout back, “Okay!”

He finished up within a few minutes and turned off the water and dried it off with a towel. He brushed his teeth quickly, rinsing out his mouth and then opened the door.

“I’m out now!” He said, walking towards the closet, connected to the bathroom. He picked up some spare clothes that he left there, choosing more comfortable ones over fashionable ones. He was so ready to spend some time with you, to make up for all the time you guys haven’t spent together the last few weeks. And he was extra happy that you two could chill at home alone like the old times.

When you didn’t respond, Tom called out your name again, and walked into the room absentmindedly, glancing down at his phone. He kept looking at that picture and he knew that the longer he stared at it the harder it would be to fight against a growing hard on. But he absolutely loved your photo, he hasn’t been able to see your body in person for so long and this photo was a reminder.

Sure, he did jack off and cry a lot to some past nudes you sent him before, when you guys weren’t talking, but this photo was sent back to him just today! He quietly wondered if you looked back at some of the old pictures he sent to you, but he pushed the thought out of his mind quickly as he glanced up to the bedroom.

There you were, lying on the bed with one of his shirts he left behind. It was one that he purposely left behind because he knew that you loved the feeling of it (and because he loved seeing you in it). You smiled to him, as if you weren’t lying there with his shirt and shifted your spot, causing him to see a little peak of what’s in between your legs.

He gulped, it was a pair of lightly sheer panties, one of his favorite pairs that he accidentally ripped once and then paid for another pair for. He wondered if you were wearing the matching bra, but quickly took notice that he could see the outline of your nipples pressed up against the shirt.

“How was your shower?” You asked, clearing the silence. Tom’s eyebrows went up almost instantly, as he contemplated how to respond.

He cleared his throat, “It was – uh, good, great, actually.” He glanced away from you for a moment and scratched his head.

“So… are you like, uh, trying to rile me up right now or am I reading this situation wrong?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly as he focused his best on making his dick calm down.

Moldy pineapple. Spilling sewage. Earwax. Earwax. Earwax. EARWAX. His mind started shouting at his dick, repeating the words, imagining them in full detail.

“What situation, Tom?” Your voice came out nonchalantly, and the way you said his name made him squeeze his eyes shut.

“So, um, did you really have an emergency at work?” He asked, turning around to avoid looking at you and you snorted and then started laughing hard. He glanced back around, turning his head to look at you, holding your stomach hard as you continued to laugh, and he sighed out a small laugh.

“Alright, so you were trying to rile me up. You know I would usually know that stuff, but I didn’t cause of all that’s happened.” He stopped, and shook his head, “Let’s talk more about that later, but wow darling, you know how to get my heart racing.”

You slowly stopped laughing and responded, “Yeah, really? Well come over here and show me your racing heart.” Tom grinned widely, turning back around to face you, and rushed over to the bed.

He practically jumped on it and slid next to you, to lay down, facing you. He took ahold of your hand and brought it up to his chest, pressing it up against his chest to where his heart was underneath. You smiled softly as you felt his heartbeat and glanced back up to his face.

He was slightly blushing, smiling as well back to you. “I missed you a lot.” He whispered, and you slid your hand from his and lightly grasped one of his cheeks. Your thumb brushed against his bottom lip, and he leaned down closer to you, smiling even more before he kissed you gently.

Your lips kissed his softly back for a few moments before you two parted and sighed. “I missed you too, and this.” You whispered against his mouth and kissed him again, more passionately this time. The urgency in the kiss made Tom gasp slightly, kissing you back harder.

“Yeah, this is always great.” He mumbled against your lips, before slipping his tongue against yours in an open mouth kiss, and he tugged you closer, using a tight hand holding the shirt you were wearing. When you still weren’t close enough, he slipped his arm around your back and pulled you up against him, turning to lay on his back with you on top of him.

Your legs spread and rested on either side of his hips, grinding up against his shorts. He groaned loudly, breaking the kiss slightly and started to leave sloppy kisses around your cheek and around your ear, and your neck. He bit slightly onto your earlobe, and you gasped and chuckled at the feeling.

“You’re going to end up killing me at this point, sweetie. I’m going to have a heart attack or something.” He struggled to get out as you grinded move against him. You stopped for a moment and sat up, making Tom confused.

“Are you going to help me take this shirt off?” You asked, laughing as he grasped his chest as if he were in pain, dramatically.

“Of course, I will.” He responded, moving his hands down to the bottom of your shirt. He tried to take it off quickly, but you stopped him with another small laugh.

“Come on, Tom, let’s slow this down a little bit and enjoy it. You can fuck me later, how about you just… make love to me now.” You suggested, and Tom eyes widened a bit before he nodded.

“I can make love to you now, sure.” He agreed, blushing a little more. He loved seeing how much you wanted him just as he wanted you too. It was a way you showed your love and he found it incredible. He loved you so much and, in that moment, he agreed that it would be best to take this slow so you two can feel everything.

He wanted to show you everything of him too, to show how much he loved you, and to show how much he missed you.

He slid a hand under the shirt and slowly brought it up, stopping before your breasts fell out of the shirt. With his other hand, he circled a finger over the outline of one of your nipples causing you to gasp. It was such a small gesture, and it was barely anything, and it was over the shirt, it made Tom’s mouth open in surprise.

You got more sensitive these past few weeks it seemed. Maybe it was because you two haven’t done anything with each other for so long. He grinned as you moaned slightly, rubbing yourself a little harder onto his shorts, over his hard on.

“Aw baby, thought you wanted to take this slow?” He reminded you, and you almost rolled your eyes at his teasing.

He started to push harder against your nipple and then switched to the other one. You had closed your eyes, breathing heavily from the pleasure and Tom wanted to save this as a picture in his head, at how fucking hot you looked. Then he slowly rolled his fingers into a pinch, dragging your skin and the clothing away from you for just a moment causing you to gasp out from the different kind of pleasure.

“Do you like that?” He murmured to you, and you instantly nodded, opening your eyes to gaze down at him.

“I want to hear you, darling, haven’t heard you in so long, I want’ hear more of those sounds you’re making too.” He added, watching as your gaze darkened on him, opening your mouth to respond.

“I like it, babe. I like it a lot,” You sighed out, your hands trailing down to his body. You slipped a hand under his shirt too, lightly running your fingers up and down against his stomach, causing him to slightly shiver.

“Mm, can I take your shirt off completely now? Or should I go slower?” This time you did roll your eyes at him for bringing that up again, about going slower. You took your chances and removed your hands from his body and slipped the shirt off your body, throwing it off to the side.

It surprised him so much that you did that, he froze, making you chuckle. “Like what you see?” You whispered to him and the grip he had on your hips tightened, before he loosened it, rolling your skin in between his fingers.

“I do,” He responded, taking your hand in his, and bringing it to his chest again to show how fast his heart was beating. This time, both of you laughed at his actions and you shook your head at him.

“I think it’s time you take some medicine for that, old man.” You laughed, making Tom groan, thinking back to the conversation with your parents.

“Yeah, but I didn’t need Viagra, did I? Did that surprise you? Hmm, does this make me your sugar daddy?” He teased you back and you giggled even more.

“No way, don’t you dare call yourself a sugar daddy.” You laughed, and he ran his hands up and down your back.

“Alright, sugar baby.” He replied quickly, winking at you, and causing you two to laugh even more.

One of his hands slipped down to your underwear, causing you to shiver as he slipped past the clothing. He played with the hem a little bit, watching your reactions, and grinned at you. He gazed down to where you were grinding down on him and he sighed quietly as he moved you back, to take off your underwear.

“No fair, oldie.” You spoke up, watching him pull your underwear down your legs, and you kicked them off.

Before you could push it off the bed, Tom got a hold of them, “No way are these going on the floor. You know these are my favorite.” He responded, and then added, “It’s your turn to take off my clothes.”

You gasped as he brought the panties up to his nose and he breathed in, sniffing the underwear deeply. “Tom!” You gasped again as you watched him lean his head back and sigh loudly.

“That smelled delicious, I’m saving these. And can’t wait to taste you.” He said, his eyes closing as he savored the scent of you.

“I’m gonna’ need those back, old man. Don’t think you can keep those.” You tutted back, shaking your head at his behavior.

“Ugh, baby girl, stop calling me an old man! I’m still in my twenties.” He laughed, causing his body to shake, with yours shaking as well, above him.

“Only if you stop calling me those names. Besides, I think you’re forgetting your true age – like 45, right?” You huffed out a laugh back, raising an eyebrow at him as he started to focus on your chest again.

“Sure, at least that’s what you told your parents. And what the hell about the little swimmers?” He responded, massaging around your breasts, causing you to breathe in deeply, as if focusing not to make so much noise. He grinned at that, knowing you would make more of the sounds he loved from you.

You practically snorted when he mentioned what your dad said. “Yeah! About that, I need to set up an appointment for you to go see the doctor about it. Don’t want you shooting blanks forever.” With that, Tom grunted at you and pulled you down to lay on top of him, stopping you from taking off his shirt.

“As if I shoot blanks. You love my healthy cum.” He shot back, and you almost laughed again. You prompted yourself up a little, using his shoulders to help you up. Your breasts were practically in his face and he almost drooled as he stared at them.

“Healthy? How do you know your cum is healthy if you haven’t been to the doctor?” You asked, gazing as he leaned up and licked a strip of your skin, making you gasp in surprise. He was so close to your areolas again, and your nipples hardened as he brushed past them with his nose.

“Shut up, it is healthy, and you love it – you didn’t deny that.” He responded and you rolled your eyes at him playfully.

“Yeah, true, I love it.” You admitted, causing the both of you to chuckle again quietly.

“Okay, enough talking, let’s get back to this love making session.” Tom chuckled and you raised both your eyebrows at him, as if you couldn’t believe what he said. He was confused by what your expression meant until he heard you respond.

“Please don’t ever say that again.” You whispered, giggling hard at how he sounded. He laughed too, but you two slowed down and you leaned down to kiss him again.

Tom felt like he was finally back in the best place in his whole life (which was in your arms). You were on top of him, holding him up as he kissed, licked, and bit up your breasts. He loved being in this position, it was one of his favorite things to do, be between your breasts, kissing them and hearing you moan. And he loved seeing the aftermath of his bites, seeing all the bruises and marks around your chest.

“Oh, fuck, Tom,” You panted, pushing your hips up and down against him, and he groaned, biting down on one of your nipples, causing you to gasp loudly.

“S’ fucking good, I love your tits.” He mumbled against you, “Love you, all of you.” He continued and you nodded along.

“I love you too, Tom, I need more of you though.” You said, breathing heavily. You didn’t like that he was still fully clothed, so you tugged at his shirt, trying to get his attention to see that you wanted it off his body.

He finally pulled away from attacking your chest, and you huffed out a sigh, glancing down at your tits. Damn, he did some work on them. You were sure in the morning your chest would be covered in bruises.

“What if I wanted to wear a cute top tomorrow?” You mumbled, mostly to yourself, but Tom overheard and chuckled.

“You still can, only around me though. Unless you want to show everyone the artwork.” He responded, and you shook your head, laughing.

“No way, I was going to hang out with my parents again in the afternoon – um, and kinda maybe go out for drinks with my friends.” You whispered out the last part, wondering about whether or not you would go out with your friends now. There was still some more to talk about with Tom, if things didn’t exactly go good today.

“What? You should go out with them! Can I come along with some friends too? I promise they’ll get along with your friends.” He spoke up, a hopeful feeling blossoming in his chest.

You blinked in surprise at him, smiling as well, “Oh, uh, yeah! Yeah sure, we just need to talk some more I think, to make sure we’re on the same page with everything.”

Tom was confused for a moment before he realized what you meant. You two still needed to talk about exactly what your parents were saying and how the relationship was going to move on from this. He nodded back to you, understanding.

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded again and you grinned.

“Yeah, after this.” You responded and he laughed, sitting up to give you a kiss. You pushed him back though and shook your head.

“Nope, oldie, I want to take your clothes off, remember?” You giggled, and he nodded, huffing out some air but quickly helped you take his shirt off.

You also threw it off the bed, making him laugh a little. He still wanted to keep those panties of yours, so he stuffed them somewhere else on the bed, out of your reach.

You wiggled off of his lap and gazed down to his shorts, feeling your cheeks warm up as you saw the patches of wetness you left on there. Tom saw it too, and he grinned, loving that it was there.

“You know how hot I find this shit, right here?” He asked you rhetorically and you shook your head at him.

“Shut up, weirdo, first with my panties and now this.” You teased him and he laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

You motioned for him to lift his hips up so you could slide his shorts off his waist, and he did, wiggling his eyebrows to you as you pulled them off and you laughed, looking away from him.

“Tom, babe, do you want us to have sexy time right now? Or do you want to keep making me laugh?” Your question made him pause and smile at you.

“Both, because I missed doing those to you all those weeks. But I’ll calm it down.” His answer made you realize how much he missed you and you almost “awed” out loud to him, but you stopped yourself.

After taking off his shorts, you pulled him into another sweet kiss as you toyed with his boxers. He sighed into the kiss as you slipped your hand underneath his boxers, slightly touching his dick. You smoothed a finger over the head of his dick, making his hips shudder back and forth.

“I missed this so much.” You whispered into his ear after you pulled away from the kiss. You focused on his ear with your mouth, biting and sucking parts of his ear and his neck while your hand slowly captured around his dick under his boxers.

“Me too…” He sighed out, closing his eyes in bliss from your touch.

You pulled away so you could take off his boxers too, and you slipped them off his hips, leaving them down by his knees. You gazed down to his hard on, smiling as you pressed a finger into his slit, causing more pre-cum to ooze out.

“Oh! Fuck.” He cursed, breathing in deeply, as he watched you touch him.

You moved two fingers down to collect it and smear it around his head, and you repositioned yourself so you could concentrate on his cock better. You lay down on your stomach, while Tom was sitting up against some pillows and you were close to his hips.

You glanced up to see his expression, his face was flushed red, and he had a dazed look on his face. You grinned at it, before looking back down and giving his cock a small and fast lick. It happened within two seconds, and it made Tom gasp, shutting his eyes tight.

You continued, spreading some spit and some of his pre-cum down the rest of his cock, and started to move your grip around him up and down. His gasping and moans started to pour out as you continued to lick parts of his cock, pulling it closer to you so you could wrap your mouth around the head of his cock.

You licked around it slowly and made sure to flatten your tongue against it, making Tom curse out your name.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum already,” He whimpered out, pulling your head away from his dick. You hummed softly, gazing up at him as you licked around your lips, making sure you got all of his pre-cum in your mouth, tasting it.

“I miss your cum, baby. Is it okay if I suck you off?” Your question made him curse again, “Fuck…” He dragged the word out, eyes straining on you.

“Don’t you want me in you?” His question came out in pants, and you nodded before adding, “That can always be for the second round.”

His eyes bulged open at your words, “Oh darling, I didn’t know you were up for that today. If we do that, we’re going to be stuck in bed for a few more hours, is that okay?” You smiled at his words, excited for it as you missed doing this so much with him.

“Yes! I’m up for it, I want your cum everywhere.” You responded almost instantly and then you gasped at yourself for saying that, causing Tom and you to both laugh.

“Oh, I know you do. So, do you want me to come in your mouth first then? You miss my taste, love?” His voice came out as a murmur and you nodded to him, wanting to continue. He let go of your head, letting you get back to what you were doing.

While you put him back into your mouth, he groaned loudly, “I didn’t know this classified as love making, but it’s great.” You hummed against his dick, making his twitch and gasp again.

You pressed your tongue onto him as you slowly started to go up and down on his dick with your mouth, taking as much as you could of him into your mouth, letting him into your throat. You held back your gagging as much as possible, and grasped a hand around the rest of him that you weren’t able to take in your mouth.

Your other hand went down to his balls, cupping one of them gently and rubbing your fingers around it, then doing it to the other. Tom was a groaning mess, hips almost hitting up into your mouth each time you went down on him, as if to push more of himself into your mouth.

“Oh fuck, fuck me, you’re so good at this.” He cried out, hands grasping into your hair. He kept hitting his head back against the headboard of the bed, as more and more pleasure came to him.

You pulled away and started focusing on the head of his cock again, pressing your tongue down on it, licking and licking over again, making Tom moan.

You pressed a kiss against his cock, licking all the way down and up again around his cock. You put your hand around his cock again, squeezing gently, making sure you didn’t hurt him. Your hand was all wet from your spit and his pre-cum and you slowly dragged your hand up to the head of his cock before you wrapped your lips around him again slowly going down at the same time as your hand.

“Baby, oh fuck, I’m gonna’ come right now, oh fuck,” He panted out, pushing your head down so you could swallow all of his cock.

You almost gagged, and your eyes started to tear up, but you kept it back as you felt his cum start going down your throat. You continued to swallow and swallow over again, making sure you got all of it as he continued to spurt into your mouth.

You pulled back just a little bit so you could taste him better, since he was only hitting the back of your throat. Finally, you captured some of the taste and moaned loudly against his cock as he continued to come more and more, and he shivered at the feeling, almost collapsing against the pillows behind him.

“Oh, fuck me, your mouth is amazing.” He cried out, and finally his cum started to slow and come to a stop. You kept him in your mouth until you felt as though all the cum came out of him.

You slowly removed him from your mouth, making sure to be careful around his sensitive cock now. You gulped down the rest of the cum in your mouth before you spoke up.

“Tom, that was so good,” You paused, gazing down at his cock. “Fuck, that tasted great. I missed that.” You continued as Tom was slowly recovering from his orgasm.

“You really make me the luckiest man alive.” He whispered, pulling you up to his face so he could kiss you. He didn’t care that he could taste his cum on your lips, and he didn’t care when he opened his mouth to bring your tongue next to his, feeling some left over cum in your mouth.

He actually loved it.

You moaned into the kiss, making Tom melt even more. You pulled away once you needed to breathe, “Tom, when exactly are you going to be able to go again? I want to taste you more…Maybe we should actually get you a bottle of Viagra.” His eyes widened at your words, surprised you wanted to do that again!

And Viagra? No, he was too young to use that. He would be ready soon enough.

“Shut up, I do not need Viagra.” He laughed quietly, shaking his head at you.

“Mm, you sure, old man? I thought you’d be ready by now?” Your response made him laugh even louder, and he even coughed from laughing.

“What? Oh fuck, I am not a superhero with super stamina, no matter how much I try. It takes time, I’ll be ready to go again in 10 minutes.” He laughed, being reminded of all the Spiderman and even Uncharted memes he’s seen on Twitter.

You rolled your eyes, “Ugh, so long… I’m going to go get us some cups of water.” He stopped you as fast as he could, laughing as he dragged you back into the bed.

“No, you don’t. Do you think I just turn off when my dick is soft?” He asked, watching as you furrowed your eyebrows and glanced to the side, as if you were confused about it.

When you didn’t answer him within a few seconds, he gasped at you, “Did you really think that? I can still do so much, during these 10 minutes.”

You shook your head at him, “Uh, like what? In the past, you usually just played with my tits or kissed me until you were ready again.”

Tom blushed, “Yeah, I do that… And I can do more.”

You gazed at him with narrowed eyes, “Yeah, sure you can.” It took him a moment to realize that he still hasn’t made you cum at least once already and he was surprised. Usually, he was the one that took action first, making sure you came a few times before you two did something together or you sucked him off and then had sex.

“I’m serious. I’m good at this.” He defended himself, pulling you closer again to kiss you. You kissed him back with a smile, not believing him but you were okay with it. You still enjoyed being around him like this.

With him continuing to say he was so good at doing something during a 10-minute time period you finally pulled back from the kiss and challenged him. “Fine, I��ll admit you’re good if you can make me cum in less than 10 minutes. If you can’t, no harm is done. I’ll still love you.” You spoke up.

Tom accepted the challenge instantly, “I can do that, easily. Actually, pretty sure I can make you cum at least two times in that time period.”

He has to be joking, you thought. There was no way that he could do that… right? You thought back to all the times he’s given you orgasms and sure there was quite a lot, but you don’t remember coming twice in ten minutes.

Well, at the same time, you never really timed it either, so you weren’t quite 100% that Tom couldn’t do it.

“Let’s see it happen, old man.” You replied, and he smirked, something you missed seeing for those few weeks.

He was honestly having one of the best days of his life right here, that’s what he believed. Finally getting to see you again, fuck, he swore he didn’t want to go a day without you in it again. He didn’t realize how much you made him feel human and normal, and happy, and when you weren’t near him for so long, it all went away. He was glad to be back here, between your legs.

The challenge was going to be easy for him. He knew exactly what and how to give you orgasms. He grinned at the sight of your wet pussy. Oh, he missed this so much.

“Hmm, I see you missed me too, huh?” He spoke as he finally lowered his head down to your pussy. So pretty, he thought. He trailed two fingers around you, enjoying your deep intake of air. You have become so sensitive without him here for the last few weeks.

He stroked a finger up and down very lightly, barely touching your pussy, as he glanced up at you to see how you were doing. You were already trembling, and you were glaring at him.

“Tom, stop fucking teasing me.” You bit out, continuing, “If you continue, I doubt I’ll cum in less than 10 minutes…” You trailed off, raising an eyebrow at him.

He scoffed at you, “Sure thing.” And just like that he dug in. His tongue lapped up and down your pussy, dragging it so slowly up to your clit. He pressed his tongue down onto your clit with more pressure than he was doing earlier, making you gasp loudly.

“You taste so good,” He moaned into you, sticking a finger into you, starting to pump into you slowly. He couldn’t help himself as he continued to lap his tongue around your pussy, and he paused again around your clit, this time pressing his lips around your clit and sucking it up into his mouth harshly.

You cried out, it was almost painful to feel, but it was still a good type of pain. “Fuck!” You yelled, grabbing onto the back of Tom’s head and pushing him further on your pussy, grinding your hips up into his face.

He was mumbling random sweet nothings into you, now pushing a second finger into you and going faster, letting go of his aggression on your clit. He pressed a kiss on it, then started to lick again, up onto the hood of your clit.

“Tom! Tom, fuck! Shit!” You were trying your best not to squeeze your legs around his head. You were whimpering, moaning loudly and you couldn’t stop this orgasm from rolling out of you. You couldn’t even warn him ahead of time because of how intense it was, making your head hit against the pillow hard.

You were coming onto his face, hard, it made him groan into you, licking it all up, making sure he got everything on his tongue. He loved your taste, it was incredible. He missed it so much, he wanted to savor it.

Three fingers in you now, pumping in and out quickly. His fingers were curled up, pressing up against the spot, causing you to scream again.

You weren’t ready, it was too much. You didn’t masturbate at all during these last few weeks, this was so much, too much of it. You were shaking hard, still grinding up against his face and he didn’t stop though, loving your reactions.

“Such a good girl, keep going, baby.” He pulled away just to tell you that, and you were hesitant, feeling like it would be too much now. You voiced it to Tom, who quickly responded.

“Mm, but then I’d lose that challenge. Told you I can make you cum twice, didn’t I? I know you can, you still got at least another three rounds in you.” He grinned, watching you mutter some curses under your breath.

He went back down on you, enjoying how soaking wet you were.

“Asshole…” You breathed out, eyes clenching closed for a few moments as Tom licked in circles around your clit. You knew for a fact at this point that he would certainly get another orgasm out of you, and that was irritating but you loved it.

You missed him a lot, and you could tell he really did miss you too.

“Tom! Fuck…” It happened so fast, you didn’t get to say anything else as you felt it rush out of you. Tom grinned smugly, continuing to finger fuck you again.

“I told you so!” He practically sang it, laughing as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Mm, yeah whatever.” You mumbled at him, and he continued to smile, breathing in deeply as he pulled away from in between your legs.

You two laid in silence for a few moments, as you two stared at each other in thought. You barely have seen him look so happy and relaxed, you were a bit surprised, but you felt even more happy from it. You wondered momentarily if things were going to continue being this good, or if you two were going to have problems again. It would suck, but you were still a bit hopeful that if you two were going to argue again, you could talk it out. That would have to work, or else maybe you two weren’t right for each other.

You pushed the thought out of your mind as Tom softly placed a hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb gently on your face.

“I missed you a lot. More than I could handle.”

“I missed you too, Tom.” You responded, then a random thought of your coworker made your lips quirk up, causing Tom to furrow his eyebrows at you.

“What is it?” He asked, grinning softly at you as you laughed and shook your head.

“Uh, it’s just my coworker, Christine, I just remembered what she said earlier.” You paused, laughing a little again as Tom’s eyes widened.

“Oh fuck, please don’t tell me Evan told her about me and then she said something to you.” He pleaded but then you squeezed your eyes shut, giggling even more as he groaned at you.

“No….” He dragged out, rolling to face up to the ceiling, instead of staying on his side. He put his hands over his head, groaning again, “Fuck no.” It just made you laugh more at him.

“It wasn’t that bad.” You tried to say, but a chuckle came out, making Tom shake his head. “I’m pretty sure she was over exaggerating – like when she said you went to their place and got drunk and started crying in the bathroom.” You explained, eyes glancing at Tom as he gulped.

“No, she wasn’t over exaggerating. I cried in their bathroom.” He answered, dragging his hands off his face now.

“What, why?” You burst out laughing again, not believing him. How drunk did he get? Or maybe they watched a sad movie, but still it was so unexpected to hear that was true.

“I uh, saw a picture of you and Christine pinned on their fridge. And then I went into the bathroom to calm down and they use the same soap we use for our hand soap.” He replied, and then quickly added, “I was drunk, and I was talking about how much I missed you earlier in the evening so it was surprising and made me sad again.”

You stopped your laughing slowly, watching as he sighed out in embarrassment. “Aww, baby. I didn’t realize you would be that upset.” You said, frowning a bit.

He glanced at you in shock, “Of course I really was sad. I felt like everything I did was wrong, and I thought I really messed up the future with us. I couldn’t cope at all and every time I saw a reminder of you, I felt horrible.”

You were stunned in silence. He continued, “I talked to your friends a lot. I’m not sure if they told you that…but after I met up with them that first time, I kept talking to them, asking if I should reach out to you or not. They said not to, it would be better to wait for you to feel better. I really wanted to apologize earlier. I still should’ve waited longer, I know that. But that picture that I sent – fuck, I thought you’d get your friends to kill me or something, I wanted to delete it.”

“And imagining my life without you? No, not a fun thing. Every time I fell asleep, I’d have dreams of you and each time I woke up, I felt horrible knowing you weren’t really next to me. The time I spent away from you was kind of a wake-up call, telling me it’s time to be mature and stop fucking around with my friends so much, and – uh, well a few other things.” He finished up.

“Tom…” You trailed off, “I’m surprised. I didn’t know it affected you so much. If I did, I would have reached out to you. But yeah, I’m glad that you had the wake-up call about us and everything.”

“Right, yeah. Even though I had that wake-up call, I knew I couldn’t just reach out to you because I thought it would make you upset. I didn’t want to make you sad again, and I was staying with some friends during that time. We drank a lot too, I’m not going to hide that from you, but I’m done with drinking for a long time for now. After what happened… yeah, not planning on drinking.” Tom chuckled at the end.

You raised your eyebrows, “You mean you’re going to quit drinking? That’s a big deal. You guys drink almost every night.” You were talking about him and his friends hanging out together.

“If that’s what it takes to be mature and be the man I should be, then yeah.” He confirmed it.

“Woah, so no more icky beer breath?” You joked, hoping to lighten up the mood slightly.

Tom laughed, “It wasn’t that bad!” You shook your head at him, giggling a bit as he turned to face you again.

“And also, my friends wouldn’t kill you or anything, by the way.” You added, finding his seriousness about your friends being ruthless with him funny. You didn’t think they’d hurt him or anything, but the thought of your friends play-threatening him and him taking it seriously, made you laugh.

“Baby, no, they absolutely would. Especially Maria.” Tom huffed out, shaking his head at the thought of Maria. He looked like he was scared.

“Shut up, Maria is a sweetheart! She wouldn’t even hurt a fly.” You defended her, laughing at his accusations. She was one of your closest friends. She’s supported you through so many things, and you have for her as well. But you’ve never heard of anyone saying she’d kill someone, that was a bit funny.

“Are we talking about the same Maria?” He looked so intense, you laughed more.

He was smiling when you slowly stopped laughing, and you were confused, “Hm, what?” You asked, wondering what he was smiling so brightly at you.

“I just love you.” He whispered, causing you to feel a rush of heat to your cheeks.

“I love you too, baby.” You mumbled back as he scooted closer to you, meeting your lips in a kiss.

He groaned when you pulled away too soon, “Do you want to continue where we left off?” His question made you squeak out a laugh.

“I would definitely like to continue where we left off.” You shot back, and he giggled slightly, rolling so he was on top of you.

There was something so special about looking at him from this angle. You couldn’t exactly place it on your tongue, but this was one of those sights that you’d always remember, no matter what. The love and desire in his eyes and that smile on his lips was incredible.

“I love you.” You whispered again just as he placed his lips on yours, then you felt his smile widen, and you knew he loved you just as much.

You could say it over and over again, and you’d know he would reciprocate.

He kissed his way down to your chest, making you moan quietly as he focused on one of your nipples. He licked and bit randomly, chuckling when he heard you groan or shudder at the feeling. His hands wouldn’t leave your body, gripping hard as he made you feel even better.

“Fuck, you feel ready for me.” He groaned, slipping a finger up into your pussy. You shifted your hips, trying to get more of his finger.

“I want you, Tom.” You moaned, eyes gazing down at him. He gulped at the sight, whispering something against your skin before he pulled away. He took his finger away, and then placed it in his mouth, savoring the flavor of you as he twirled his finger around in his mouth.

“Just fuck me already.” You practically begged him, watching as he shifted his position.

“Okay baby,” He paused, shaking his head, “Next time, you better say please.”

You almost rolled your eyes at him but stopped as he slowly started to enter your pussy. He grunted out a curse, head rolling back before he dove deeper, sliding his cock more into you.

You didn’t care about the slight pain, knowing it would be covered with pleasure soon. Tom fully pushed his way in and then stopped, gazing down at you. “Feeling alright?” His question was met with a nod.

“Yes, come on, Tom!” You pushed your hips up, making him squeeze his eyes close.

“Fuck, okay. You can get away with not having manners right now.” Tom grounded out, hips slapping against yours as he started to fuck you.

It was a slow and steady pace at first, and each time he was fully inside of you, he gazed down at where you two were connected, as if he was trying to take a picture.

“And when we’re done with making love – as you call it, then I’m going to fuck you.” He continued his thought, grinning when you voiced out a small, “Huh?”

Then he started going at it, fucking finally.

His hold on you tightened as he started to go in and out at a faster pace, slamming deep inside of you. You felt so sensitive from the past few minutes, you already knew you were going to come again, and fast at that. You couldn’t believe it, and looking at Tom’s face, you were sure he was about to come too.

You gasped as he moved his hips at a different angle, hitting you inside at a faster pace. He groaned as you clenched around him and leaned down and kissed your lips. You smiled into the kiss, finding it sweet but then he slipped his tongue out, leading into an open kiss.

You pushed your hips up to meet him as he pushed into you, causing him to moan into the kiss.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come soon. Are you close?” He mumbled into your ear. You nodded a yes to him, grinning at the fucked out look on his face. His dick hit you even deeper when he shifted again, and you gasped as it hit your g-spot.

“Right there,” you panted loudly, “Hit – there, oh fuck, Tom, right there, please.” You begged, eyes watering as your orgasm was just about to happen.

“Good girl, keep going, I’m going to come now. Come with me.” Tom leaned down and kissed you, a small moan tumbling out of him when he finally burst, coming into you deeply. It continued to push out into your pussy, and you whimpered loudly when you felt yourself let go.

He stilled inside of you, dropping down on top of your body, with a huff of air. “Fuck that was amazing.” He mumbled to you, kissing the side of your face which made you smile.

“Yeah, it was, babe.” You responded, smiling even more when you realized he was still inside of you. It looked like he knew what you were thinking about, and he smirked, putting a hand on the side of your face softly and leaned down to kiss your lips again.

“Do you wanna go again?”

The question made you wheeze out a laugh, but you quickly kissed him again, more passionately to give him an answer.

“I’d love to, but maybe after we get some food.” You said, reluctantly pulling away. Tom pouted softly but he nodded and then rolled off of you. Then he sent you a cheeky glance and said, “Be right back.”

You watched as he ran out of the bedroom, fully naked and then you heard him open the front door of the house. You gasped to yourself, laughing and wondering what the hell he was doing. After another few moments, you heard the door shut, and then he ran back into the room with a bright red face and a bag.

“I forgot I was naked.” He admitted, brushing a hand through his hair before he laughed to himself and then held up the bag.

“Got you that pasta from our favorite restaurant. And garlic bread and a slice of cake. I ordered it a while ago, when we were taking a water break, it’s just been sitting out there for a while but it’s still warm.” He continued, and you sat up in surprise and then stared at him in shock.

“No way.” You grounded out, eyes widened at the bag of delicious food. “Really?” You asked excitedly, and then you laughed happily as Tom nodded to you.

“Just wanna say that your mom was the one that told me to order it. She’s awesome.” He brought up as you two started to eat on the bed.

“My mom’s the best.” You choked out a laugh, shaking your head.

The two of you continued to eat, giggling over stupid stuff on the bed. It took a while to finish the food but once you did, Tom picked up the trash and threw it away. Then he attacked you with tickles on the bed, which led to a lot more hours of fun.

You felt so sore when you woke up, it actually hurt to move your legs. After spending the entire day in bed with him, you sure were tired still. He laid across from you with a little sleepy grin on his face, head laying flat on the pillow and his legs were wrapped around yours.

You curled your hands away from him carefully, since you had them wrapped up in his hair. You must’ve accidentally tugged some hair since he groaned slightly and moved his position.

You chuckled at the expression on his face, causing him to fully wake up. “Huh?” He groaned out slowly.

You didn’t say anything back, you just smiled, watching as he blinked up at you a few times and then comprehended where he was. Then he instantly smiled brightly, eyes crinkling together too.

“You’re cute.” You whispered, not wanting to break the morning moment. He rolled his eyes at you playfully.

“I think you mean I’m handsome.” He chuckled tiredly. You raised an eyebrow at his words, making him shake his head at you and chuckle more.

“You hungry for some breakfast?” You asked, feeling a rumble in your stomach. Tom instantly shot up, nodding like he was starving.

“Yeah, I mean – I would totally make a comment about wanting to have you for breakfast, but I’m hungry and down to do that after?” He phrased it all out as a question, making you laugh hard.

“I would be down to do that after breakfast too.” You laughed again, rolling out of bed, away from the warmth. You almost shivered but then you slipped on some socks and dragged a blanket out of bed, with Tom giggling about how cute you looked.

You found your phone outside the room, almost grimacing when you saw all the missed calls and texts and then you saw the time. Your eyes bulged out, gasping as you realized it was 3PM, definitely not the time for breakfast.

“Tom! Shit, it’s way past breakfast and lunch.” You called out, laughing at yourself as you pulled up all your messages. You pressed on the messages from your mom first, reading through them with a grin. She sent a picture with your dad at the park, and she said they were feeling like going on a date, and that she’d call you later tonight to plan to see you tomorrow.

You sent her a quick response and laughed when you looked at the messages from your dad. He sent a ton of pictures, one specifically made you laugh harder. It was a picture of a Viagra commercial, and he sent, “Let me know if Tom needs to see a doctor for this, I have a few doctor friends.”

You showed the text to Tom, who blushed deeply and shook his head.

“I can’t believe we spoke about that. I don’t need Viagra, I think I proved that to you earlier.” He spoke up, raising his eyebrows at you, then winked.

“You certainly did.” You chuckled, then sent a message to your dad, replying that you would speak to him and your mom later in the day.

“So, in the mood for lunch? Or uh, very early dinner?” Tom asked, gazing at the clock on the wall as you two walked into the kitchen.

“Mm, well I’m hungry for anything really. Oh wait, Maria just texted me.” You responded, then clicked onto the text from her. It was in the group chat, which was spammed with so many messages.

All of them were asking about you and if you and Tom had finally made up. You smiled, typing a small explanation about your day yesterday and then pressed send. The moment it sent through, your phone started ringing and Tom laughed, glancing at who was calling.

“Sophia is also a bit scary, she said she’d beat me up.” He said just as you answered and put it on speaker. She overhead it and responded quickly, “Damn right I will if you hurt our girl.”

You laughed at the two of them, “Come on guys, it’s all cool now. We spoke and things are good.” You watched as Tom went to go look in the fridge and then he turned around to face you and winked again, whispering, “Really good.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully as Sophia spoke up, “Alright, good, cause we’re going out. We wanna hang out with you two together finally. There’s happy hour all day at the hotel right now, it’s really pretty out here.” The hotel all your friends were staying at was about a twenty-minute drive, and you glanced over to Tom, silently questioning if he’d like to go.

You were planning on hanging out with them today for sure too. You wanted to make sure to see them as much as you could before they left. You didn’t get to see them that often.

“Oh really? Is there good food?” You asked her, feeling giddy when Tom smiled over at you and nodded.

“Yes, oh fuck, the nachos are to die for.” She groaned into the phone, making you chuckle.

“There’s guacamole, right?” You asked, hoping for it. That’s the good shit right there – guac and chips. Thankfully, Sophia responded with a loud, “Yes!” Then you heard a few of your other friends over the phone, chatting about what they were going to wear.

You chuckled and responded, “Okay, we can come by. We’ll get ready and hop in the car.” Tom grabbed two cookies from the fridge before he walked over to you, wrapping an arm around you as Sophie responded and said goodbye.

You ate one of the cookies, watching as Tom ate his, smiling at the crumb on the corner of his lip. You got up on your tiptoes and licked it off of his lip, giggling when he gasped and squeezed you into a hug.

“We need to shower before we go.” He whispered down to you, gazing pointedly down to the both of you. You two were covered in old sweat and spit and you could feel some sticky parts on your body.

You nodded and guided him towards the bathroom as he kissed little pecks on the top of your head. You started the shower, grinning at Tom as he took the blanket off of you. And then you took off your socks and checked the water temperature, making sure it was at a good heat.

As you were getting it ready and getting into the shower, Tom started to speak up, “Should I ask my friends to go to the hotel and we can all meet together? Have our friends hang out?” You blinked in surprise, but the idea excited you. You wanted to know what it would be like to have all of them hang out together, so you nodded a yes to him.

“Yeah! I think that would be good, see what it’s like.” You responded and Tom walked over after sending a message to his friends, getting into the shower with you, then kissed your lips softly.

“You’re so sweet.” He mumbled against your lips, and you pulled him back in before he went away. You kissed him again, not feeling like it was enough. Even though you two spent all day together in bed yesterday, you still felt like you missed out on so much affection and touch from him during the time you spent apart.

He groaned into the kiss, pushing his body against yours under the hot water rushing down onto the two of you. It felt so good, so perfect to be like this again. You could feel how he breathed in deeply, and how he shivered against you and how he reacted to everything you did.

You opened your mouth to continue kissing him, licking his bottom lip before slipping a hand up into his hair to give it a quick tug. He moaned softly into the kiss, “Baby…”, and you smirked, pulling away from him just enough to give him some room to talk.

“We’re going to be late if we continue.” He warned you and you barely shrugged, not caring as much since you wanted to be with him. Instead of verbally responding, you pushed your breasts up to press against his chest, pushing them so they would softly push up into his vision.

He gazed down to them with a sigh, “Okay, fuck being on time, I missed your tits.” He bent down and kissed each of them softly. “Missed them so much.” He mumbled against the skin of one of them, causing you to shiver.

You were always pretty sensitive there, and he knew it. “Yeah, they missed you too.” You huffed out a laugh, before gaping at how he immediately tugged one of your nipples into his mouth, biting down hard.

“Fuck Tom! That’s – shit, ow, wait,” You panted out as he started to suck on it, then licked around the area, flicking his tongue at the stiff nipple. His hand grasped the other, massaging it and circling his thumb around your nipple before pinching it tightly.

“So pretty,” He whispered, taking it out of his mouth, licking a long stripe on your breast, then taking the nipple he was pinching into his mouth, instantly smoothing soft licks over it to calm it down.

You panted hard, feeling it was a bit unfair, so your hand crept down to his growing hard on, flicking a finger up and down it, teasing him.

“Don’t do that, love, you know what happens if you do.” He warned you, pulling away reluctantly from your nipple. You rolled your eyes at him, “Hm, really? I don’t think I know what happens.”

He chuckled at your behavior, tugging your hand away from him and his other hand grasped around your throat, just laying there without squeezing you. Your eyes widened at him, surprised at the turn of events.

“I remember you liked this. Don’t think I’d forget about that.” He spoke up, raising an eyebrow at you.

You felt heat rise up in your cheeks, “Yeah, I actually did think you’d forget about it, it’s not something we usually do.” He grinned at you, and you completely forgot what you were doing just a few moments ago.

“Would you like to do it more often? I’m definitely open to this, I like seeing that look in your eyes.” He asked, giving an experimental squeeze. Your mouth dropped open, your arousal doubling at the feeling, and he did it again.

“Oh, fuck.” You whimpered as he squeezed harder, tugging your head up to his. He dragged you into a passionate kiss and pushed you up against the wall, supporting your weight as you wrapped your legs around him at the waist.

You automatically rocked your hips to his, grinding against him during the kiss, and he panted hotly against you, squeezing your throat again.

The water wasn’t spraying down on you directly anymore, since you were back against the wall, but it was hitting Tom completely. The water slipped down between you two, making it feel even better, you shivered at the temperature difference.

His other hand had pushed between you two, pinching again at your nipple and causing you to squirm up into him even more. He chuckled into the kiss at your reaction, doing it even more. He pulled away from your nipple when you cried out his name, “Tom, please!”

His hand went underneath you, pressing up against your ass to support your weight as he pulled you off the wall and pulled you back into the water.

You two were fully soaked now, and he hesitantly pulled away from the kiss, wanting to put some shampoo in your hair.

After all, you two had to get clean, right?

Thankfully, the shampoo was on a shelf built into the shower, and he grabbed it with ease, and you helped him open it.

“Should I get down?” You asked, wondering if he was having trouble, and he shook his head.

“No, I’m going to fuck you while washing your hair.” He replied, nonchalantly.

“Oh!” You gulped, causing him to laugh slightly. “As long as you’re okay with that, of course.” He added, making sure that you felt okay, and you instantly nodded.

“Yes please, I am definitely cool with that.” Your voice cracked a little and he smiled at you, turning to rub the shampoo into your hair. He pushed you back up against the wall as he scrubbed it in, while he started to adjust how he was standing.

“Ready?” He asked gently and you replied with a sweet kiss. He pushed into your pussy after a moment and slowly sunk in, moaning loudly into the kiss.

“Fuck…” He let out, pulling away from your lips as you breathed in deeply, adjusting to the size of him. You could feel every part of it, and then he pulled back out slowly, rubbing the shampoo in your hair. It felt incredible, but you were still so sore from yesterday.

He pumped in and out of you as he scrubbed and massaged the shampoo into your scalp and hair. The two of you breathed heavily, as you stared up at him. It felt so intimate, and you missed him so much, glad that you were in his presence now.

You clenched your pussy around him, pleased to hear his little groan. “Mm, okay, time to rinse it out.” He mumbled, pulling you closer to him with your legs still wrapped around his torso. The water poured down onto your head, and Tom blocked the water from hitting your eyes with his hand. He smoothed the shampoo suds out of your hair, and you smiled up at him, grateful.

When it all rinsed out, he put some conditioner in your hair. He stopped pumping in and out, instead he chose to just keep inside of you. You shivered and tried to move, feeling a bit of an uncomfortable heat.

“You feel, okay?” He asked you nonchalantly. You almost rolled your eyes at him but answered, “Kinda want you to move… like fuck me.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “Oh, yeah? Mm, not happening until your hair’s clean.” You sputtered out a few curse words, shaking your head.

“But Tom!” You protested, and he shrugged.

“What? You’re dirty and you need to clean up.” He replied, not moving his hips at all.

“But I want you to fuck me, I need you to.” You moaned, head rolling back. He shook his head, looking amused at your words.

“You need me? How bad?” He played along with you, and you bit your lip, feeling frustrated he was acting like a jerk (a hot jerk). You didn’t respond verbally at all, instead you gave him a stare that should have translated into everything you were currently internally shouting at him to fucking move it.

“Oh, that bad, huh?” He practically giggled at your stare, making you sputter out loud, “Huh!”

“You’re going to have to talk to me, I’m not a mind reader.” He let out as his eyes traced down to your breasts again, watching the water drip down them.

You lifted a brow at him, amused at what his mouth was saying and what his eyes were saying, “Apparently, I’m a mind reader because I know what that look means. Go on then, give them some kisses, maybe that’ll knock some sense into you and finally finish fucking me.” You chatted, a light smile danced on your lips.

He rolled his eyes at you, but you noticed his bright blush that appeared. “You’re talking too much for a girl who wants to be fucked.” He shot back, you grinned at the playful mood he was in.

“Yeah. So, what are you going to do about it?” You tilted your head at him, exposing more of your neck as the water seared down your skin, making its way down your chest, he gulped at the sight.

He finally moved his fucking hips, cock slipping deeper into your pussy and then back out at a fast pace. His head burrowed down into your neck, mouth biting down onto your skin, followed by a few rough kisses and licks that had you moaning.

He pulled away to stare at you while he fucked you. “You never know when to close your mouth. Good thing I can fuck you silent.” He sighed deeply. You gaped at him, a fluttering deep in your stomach.

You couldn’t help but clench around his dick, feeling each detail of his dick that you memorized earlier. You liked watching how it affected him, the little groan that came out made you bite back your smile. His hands moved, one going to your hips, griping on the side tightly.

His other hand moved to your neck, grasping it slightly like he did before.

He fucked you hard and fast against the shower wall, chocking you whenever you clenched around his dick or tried to tease him. You reached your peak quickly, head pushing into his tight grasp as you tried to warn him, but he only leaned down and kissed you, “Go on, come for me.” He spoke into your ear, and you gasped, lifting your hips to meet his as you finally came, falling deep into your orgasm.

He came after you did, slowing his pace as his cum started to drip down and leak out of your pussy. He pulled out with a sigh, and kissed you again, then scooped up the cum that was smeared on your inner thighs and pressed his fingers into your mouth.

“Good girl, now let’s finish cleaning up.”

You two left about forty minutes later, after getting out of the shower and getting dressed. Tom was wearing one of the shirts you got him for a previous birthday of his, and he unbuttoned the first three buttons to show all the hickeys you left on him. You wore something that covered up a bit more, not wanting to have his love all on display. You were sure you had bruises forming around your neck too.

“Woah, finally you guys made it!” One of your friends cheered, bringing everyone’s attention to the two of you. You guys walked towards them, after you went into the hotel lobby.

“Aw, there’s the happy couple. Tom, I need to speak with you privately for a moment.” Another one of your friends said, looking serious. Tom gulped but nodded and agreed to talk to her privately. It was Ana, one of your closest friends. She was one of the funniest friends you had.

“If you hurt my friend again, I’m going to make you wish you were never born. Your friends will despise you and your family will disown you once I’m done with you. You’re going to regret living, when I finally decide to leave you alone.” Ana sneered at him once they made sure they were in private. Tom’s eyes widened.

“Oh! Fuck, okay, got it.” He stumbled out, waving his hands in front of him in a rush.

He didn’t realize it was practically your whole friend group that would say and do that stuff to him, but at the same time he felt a bit proud and happy for you. You had a great relationship with your friends and your family, it was something he thought was amazing.

“They got the nachos! Yes, let’s eat some, I’m starving.” You called out, bringing Tom’s attention back to you. He excused himself from Ana, and then strolled back to you with a soft smile.

“I got you extra guacamole, sweetie. Love you.” Ana spoke up, specifically to you. She glanced over at Tom and gave him a mean glare, but somehow hid it from you when you replied to her.

“Aw I love you guys – oh wait, where are your friends?” You said, grinning widely at her and then gazed at Tom, tilting your head in his direction.

“They’re on their way, I texted them when we got out of the car. I think they’ll be here in about five minutes.” He replied, nodding to you.

One of the waiters brought out another plate of nachos, making everyone cheer. One of your friends ordered you a drink, and Tom ordered a round for everyone as well. He didn’t get anything to drink though because he still felt like he had enough to drink from that other night for Harrison’s party.

“Thank you so much, oh these are so yummy.” You groaned, serving yourself a plate of nachos. You dipped one of the chips into the guacamole, and ate it with another moan, watching Tom send you a look.

“What?” You asked, a chuckle falling out of your mouth as you chewed the food. He sighed out and shook his head, causing you to chuckle a bit more.

“You’re giving me a hard time, babe.” He said it quietly, making sure no one else but you could hear him, and you smiled at him.

“No pun intended, huh?” You replied, then laughed as you fed him a chip. He ate it with a playful grumpy look. You moaned again, much louder and in his face, then rolled your eyes at him when he choked on his chip.

When his friends showed up, you and Tom introduced them each to your friends. Harrison and his fiancée had come together, who would be wed soon. You were happy to catch up with her while Harrison stood back with Tom.

Tom bit back a sigh as he noticed the look on Harrison’s face. “What is it now?” He spoke up, wondering what it was that Harrison wanted to talk to him about.

“You and Y/n.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Tom. After a moment of silence, he continued. “I can tell what you’re going to do. But when, is the question.”

Tom went into panic mode, “Shh! Don’t say anything. Yes, I plan on asking her the question soon, but I don’t want anyone to hear about it right now. Besides, she kinda knows I’m going to pop the question soon.”

“Aw, that’s great! We’re both going to be married soon to sweet girls. We can even plan a pregnancy together, like those friend groups on TikTok.” Harrison chuckled, to which Tom shook his head. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing from his friend right now, but he laughed anyway.

“Are you drunk?” Tom asked, already knowing the answer. Harrison nodded a yes, then snorted, “Is it that obvious?”

“Yeah, pretty obvious.” He replied.

“It’s good you two made up. I honestly thought you two would be married before us,” He paused and glanced over to his fiancée and you. “Since you two had moved in together early on and have great chemistry.”

“…And that one night you told me that you were going to marry her, before you asked her to move in with you.” He brought up, and Tom hit a hand to his head.

“Please, do not bring that up to her, she will tease me forever about that.” He chuckled, “I was drunk but yeah, it was since that moment I knew that we’d be together for a long time and hopefully for the rest of our lives.” He felt a smile form onto his face, feeling that sense of happiness and love again.

“What are you two talking about over here?” One of your friends had come up to the two and dragged you by the hand to join the conversation.

At the same time, Harrison and Tom looked at each other and blurted out different things. “Football.” “Music.”

You and your friend, Alexia, laughed hard at the two, “Okay, yeah, sure. I’ll let you get away with that.” You giggled, shaking your head at the scene.

“Thank goodness, I didn’t want to explain how romantic and gushy Tom can be.” Harrison blew out a sigh dramatically and then his eyes widened, “Oh whoops. My bad.” He chuckled, and you smiled at them.

“I already know how gushy my baby can be, huh?” You teased Tom, sliding up to him and you wrapped an arm around his waist, squeezing him tightly.

He rolled his eyes at you and blushed, “You’re lucky I love you so much.”

“I love you too, honey.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek softly. Your friends and his friends both cheered along at the two of you together. Tom’s blush reddened even more, and you pulled away with a delighted smile on your face.

“I’m happy we’re all here together.” You spoke up to him after a few moments to yourself. Tom gazed back at you with love in his eyes, and he agreed.

“Me too, I’m glad they all get along too, it’s like a big happy family in a weird way.” He chuckled, getting distracted by one of his friends, Tuwaine, who was having a hard time with the spicy hot sauce on the side with the nachos.

One of your friends, Maria, had walked up to him at that point and slapped his back, thinking he was choking, and then gave him some water.

You and Tom laughed together more, happier in the moment of things compared to how the last few weeks have been. He felt like crying out of happiness, something he hadn’t done in a while. He brushed his hand up against your back and squeezed you to his body, leaning down to your ear, “Thank you, you make me so happy. I love you more than words can describe.”

“You make me feel the same way, Tom. I’m lucky to have you back here now.” You grasped his hand and held onto it tightly for the rest of the day, chatting away with all of yours and his friends together.

THAT IS IT WE DID IT! What do you think?? Comments? Thank you so much for reading!

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glitterinmyveinss · 6 months

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// fuck it i love you //

wes borland x fem! reader

summary: you and wes have had feelings for eachother since the sandbox days, but neither of you have ever admitted it, until alcohol and jealousy gets in the way.

chapter 2

❥༄ me and wes have known eachother ever since i was 10 and he was 12. that's when him and fred started hanging out, and with fred being my brother and us living in the same house and all, meant that me and wes saw each other basically everyday after school. most of the time him and fred would be in the garage playing their instruments or skating. but sometimes they would bug me. although it was really only fred who would do the bugging, wes was always kind to me and never even teased me.

❥༄ i was on the couch watching the simpsons, when fred and wes came in and took up the whole couch, fred stole the remote from my hands. "i'm watching something!" i tried to grab the remote back, but of course he was stronger. "so?" he chuckled. "hey wes what should we watch?" i could see wes out the corner of my eye. he had a hesitant look on his face that was mixed with, sympathy? "i'm fine with the simpsons, i've never seen that episode anyway" i turned my head fully to make eye contact with him, when he noticed he gave me a shy smile, i returned it, feeling butterflies in my tummy. fred looked at both of us with disgust "you guys suck!"

❥༄ that was a long while ago, now im in my junior year of highschool while fred and wes have been graduates for a year. they began taking their music seriously, and formed a band. i had to admit, they sounded pretty good. i knew they would make a name for themselves somehow. it was the end of the school day and i was waiting for fred to pick me up since my car was in the shop and none of my friends could give me a ride. after about 10 mins of waiting, fred pulls up with wes in the passenger seat. i gulped as i began to feel those butterflies i've been feeling for 6 years start their swarming again. i hopped in the back. "hey how was school?" fred asked. i shrugged and took my backpack off "it was whatever." he nodded and began driving away from the school "you hungry?" he asked. you were actually starving considering the lunch today was horrible. "yeah could we get taco bell?" i pleaded. Wes jumped up from his slouching position at this, "oh yeah i've been craving tb all day" he turned to give me a thumbs up and a wink. i gave him a sheepish smile and returned the thumbs up. fred groaned "fine but only cause i just got payed" he turned up his music and began driving to taco bell. yay! suddenly wes spoke up "hey who's gonna be at the party tonight?" party? you weren't invited! but then again, when were you ever invited to one? fred began listing some names when you suddenly interrupted him. "can i go?" fred started bursting out laughing. "yeah like i'm gonna bring my kid sister to a keg party." "i'm only 2 years younger asshole! come on please?" fred kept laughing "no way y/n. forget it" i let out a huff of air and opened my mouth to protest, but then wes spoke up. "come on dude let her go. i mean, what's the deal?" i felt my face get hot and i immediately shushed up. why was wes helping me out? did he want me there? ugh he made it so easy to like him. Fred looked at him, gob smacked "seriously? she's like 5 compared to us and everyone else there, she's never even been to a highschool party yet." you slapped the back of his neck, earning a groan from him. yeah it was the truth, but he just totally humiliated you in front of wes! "dude she's old enough to take care of herself. and wouldn't it be better if she went to her first party with us instead of some guys we don't even know? at least we'd keep an eye out for her." wes explained. Fred stayed quiet for a moment. i was in the backseat freaking out. why was wes helping me out so much? i mean of course i appreciated it but i was basically star struck. my brothers hot friend wanted me at a party? score! finally after about a minute of silence, fred spoke up. "fine" he grunted. "yay!" i gave him a hug from behind the seat. "but i don't want you talking to any guys besides me or wes ok? and stay where i can see you!" i wasn't really paying attention. i was just excited for my first party. "ok ok i promise!" he rolled his eyes as he pulled into the tb drive thru

❥༄ it was about 6 hours later and i was ready to go. i put my best makeup and outfit on along with the perfect hairstyle. i went downstairs once i was done, where i saw fred and wes waiting for me. fred jumped up from the couch, keys in hand. "finally!" i rolled my eyes and began following them out of the door, wes and i were trailing behind fred, when wes suddenly bent down to my level. "you look really nice tonight" when i looked up at him, he had a shy smile on his face, his cheeks a slight red, along with his ears. my face turned the same strawberry color as his as i looked down with the same smile as well. "thanks wes. so do you" he opened the backseat door for me, as usual, then hopped in the front with fred. my head was already spinning and i haven't even had any alcohol yet. ugh!

❥༄ we arrived to the party, and as soon as we entered the home it was being thrown at, you noticed a group of 4 waiting at the front door. 2 girls and 2 boys. one of the girls had skunk hair like christina aguilara with makeup like hers too. beside her was the other girl who had black hair with purple streaks. she had heavy dark makeup along with many facial and ear piercings. the two boys were dressed in the same style as fred and wes, basically matching. i suddenly understood what fred meant. i did feel 5 compared to these people. especially the girls. we began making our way towards them, fred and wes greeting the boys first, then the girls. fred began introducing me to everyone. "this is my sister y/n. y/n this is harmony, zayra, jay, and sean.” everyone said hi and waved, except harmony, she was just...staring at me. like i had something on my face. she was the one with the purple streaks. Zayra began to attack me with her compliments. "omg i love your outfit! where are your jeans from?" "oh they're miss mes. i got them at the mall a while ago." i said shyly. she put her arm around my shoulder, "another girl with taste! i like you already! let's go drink!" i obeyed her as she began dragging me to a counter that was littered with various liquor bottles and beer cans. empty and full. "so you're freds kid sister right?" she asked while handing me a shot of something. i was debating on drinking it or not. then i thought, fuck it. i downed it while making a face then answered. "yeah but i'm only younger by two years!" she let out a loud chuckle at my reaction. "you're so cute! you're my girl for the night, harmonys being weird." she said while rolling her eyes, then taking a shot for herself. i didn't wanna pry and ask why, i knew it'd be rude. so instead, i began copying zayra and downing shots like my life depended on it. zayra patted my back in response. "that's the spirit y/n!"

❥༄ it was a while later and the liquor was defiantly kicking in. me and zayra were dancing like crazy together when i suddenly spotted wes and harmony out the corner of my eye. it looked like they were arguing. wes kept looking away while harmony was forcing her hands on his face. i think wes felt me staring because he suddenly locked eyes with me, then me and harmony locked eyes. she grabbed wes's face and slammed their lips together. i looked away, feeling so crushed. how stupid could i be? why would wes want someone like me when he has someone like harmony in his life. she's so much older and cooler. she didn't have to beg her mom to add more minutes on her phone, or be forced to take algebra again. she was grown like wes. i knew i'd have to get over this school girl crush sooner or later, but i didn't think it'd go like this. i stooped dancing and leaned towards zayra's ear, "im gonna go get some fresh air." she nodded and continued dancing.

❥༄ i made my way through the crowd of bodies towards the backyard. whoever's house this was, is blessed. there was a huge pool, a hot tub, and a wooden porch swing. i decided to sit on the swing and pull out a cig from my back pocket. i groaned in frustration as i realized i didn't have a lighter. just then a shadow casted over me, and a voice spoke up. "need a light?" it was wes with his dark blue lighter. "yeah...thanks." i wasn't really looking at him as i spoke. he held the lighter to my lips, i positioned the lighter in a way where the embers would catch the fire being emerged from the metal object. i locked eyes with his big brown ones while doing so, it was like i was stargazing. i also didn't know if it was him or the liquor that was making me feel like i had to puke. he took the space next to me and began making the swing rock back and forth. i decided i needed to pop the question now or it would eat me alive. "so you and harmony?" he whipped his head towards me and began fidgeting with his ear. he only did that when nervous. "what about me and harmony?" he spoke. thanks to all those random shots me and zayra were pounding, i had an insane amount of liquid courage. "oh come on wes! i saw you two basically sucking each others faces. i mean why would you compliment me tonight if you dint like me?" he was staring at me for a while, then he began to speak up but i cut him off. "do you even know how long i've liked you? how much i like you?" things went quiet and he was just staring at me. after a minute he spoke up with a stern voice "do you mean what you say?" i looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. how clueless could he be? "yes! and i know you just see me as some stupid little girl, but i've liked you for years." i began to walk away. until he grabbed my arm, forcing me to turn around. "wow when did i ever say that?" he had a worried expression. "you don't have to! i can tell that's what you and harmony were thinking!" he shook his head before speaking. "y/n harmony's just some jealous ex who won't leave me alone." i looked up at him with my brows furrowed "really?" "yeah!" he said while nodding profusely. we stayed staring at eachother, awkwardly, until i decided to break the silence. "why did you guys break up?" he chuckled a little before he spoke up, he began playing with his ear again too. "when i realized i started liking someone else way more than i liked her." wow. i swore i heard my heart shatter for the second time that night. "who?" i asked, the question making my throat burn and eyes water. then he did something totally unexpected, he grabbed my face with both of his hands, cupping my cheeks with a soft smile, then he connected our lips. i felt like there were a million fireworks exploding all over my body, my hands were shaky and my heart was daring to jump out of my chest. the alcohol was definitely adding fuel to the fire as well. my head felt like it was spinning at 100 mph. the kiss lasted for a minute until i broke away. "does that answer your question?" he said in a dorky voice with a smirk. i giggled while swatting his chest. "yeah it did weirdo." he laughed again. he had this far away look in his eye, just staring at me before he began dragging me back to the party. "what are you doing?" i slightly yelped. "come on! i wanna dance!" he proclaimed with a huge smile. i happily obliged and began following him back into the house.

❥༄ i felt eyes on me as soon as we started dancing, i turned to see harmony, staring at me with daggers in her eyes. sober me would've ignored her, but drunk me had balls. i grabbed wes and kissed him, while keeping eye contact with harmony, just returning the favor! she stomped out the house through the front door. when i pulled away from wes, he looked at me with a huge smile and twinkling eyes. "what was that for?" he said with a chuckle. "i just...felt like it." i said with a giggle. he returned the laugh and we continued dancing. the night ended with me wearing wes's hoodie, and drifting off in the back of fred's car, forever grateful for this night.

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pepperonijem · 1 year

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i. the gentle indifference of the world || all my love

"I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world." - The Stranger; Albert Camus

Summary: He's cool, smart, attractive... and completely out of your league. But that won't stop you from falling head over heels for him. Pairing: high school!bucky x f!reader Warnings: steve is a little ooc but just roll with it Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: yay!! welcome to the first chapter!

back to library || next chapter

If you had listened to the rational voice in your head when your dad broke the news to you, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

If you had started making a list of things to pack, if you had called either of your two best friends immediately after, if you decided to be sane for 12 minutes, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

However, hindsight is 20/20, but in terms of foresight? You shouldn’t be allowed near the driver’s seat of any vehicle. Because instead of making any of the simple rational decisions after your father mentioned the possibility of moving across the country, you chose to sit down at your desk and write a letter. Fountain pen in hand and a candle burning beside you, for 12 minutes you were a character in a Jane Austen novel. Probably Lydia Bennett of all people, but a Jane Austen character nonetheless.

And that letter was how you found yourself in this situation – mortified and surrounded by whispers and stares, but worst of all, the icy blue glare of James Bucky Barnes was fixed on the pretty pink card in your hands.

A simple “no thanks,” and that was it, but why did it feel like time stopped? One word was enough to crumble your fragile heart and you froze right in place. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of arms wrap around you that you began to breathe again, and blood rushed back into your brain enough for you to see Bucky turn the corner and disappear.

Once you finally felt your heartbeat return to normal, you looked around to see the empty classroom you were in and you let out a sigh.

“You ready to tell us what just happened?” one concerned voice asked. Wanda’s voice was always gentle, always cheerful, usually loud, but the softness in her tone this time tipped you over the edge and you felt the sting of fresh tears in your eyes. She knelt down to look you in the eye as your other friend, Steve, helped you to sit at a desk.

Another sigh and you finally began to explain. “My dad said we might be moving in a couple of weeks,” you started, feeling your heart sink at the looks of hurt on your friends’ faces. “So I guess part of me panicked and I decided to tell Bucky how I felt.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to let out a sigh. The ever wise, ever charming Steve, who could see the end of any problem. His sigh was not out of pity, but out of frustration. “You know you could’ve called us right? We could’ve talked this through, came up with a better way to do this.” You knew that Steve and Wanda would not have let you go through with the idea if you had called, but you appreciated the fact that he didn’t say that.

“I know,” you began to argue. “But I don’t know, part of me… hoped he would say yes.” You didn’t miss the way Steve and Wanda’s eyes went wide as you mumbled the end of your sentence. “At least anything but whatever the hell happened today.”

You knew Steve was holding himself back. In his head he runs through every scenario before he acts, actually somewhat calculating underneath his calm, charming exterior. He knew this was the most likely scenario, but he would never tell you that, so he lets out a sigh instead and turns his attention to the math equations written on the whiteboard.

Wanda on the other hand was a reactor. Her heart was on her sleeve and her anger at seeing her best friend upset was clear in her furrowed eyebrows and shaky voice. “I just don’t get why you keep wasting your time on him,” she confessed. “He’s too dense for his own good and he’s not particularly nice either. He’s smart academically, but stupid in every other way. He’s really not worth it.”

Steve turned around, surprised at Wanda’s outburst. “Wanda,” he called out. “Aren’t you friends with him?”

Wanda scoffed in response. “What about it?” she answered back. “You guys are stupid too, but we’re still friends.” A beat of silence passed as the three of you stared at each other, unblinking, before laughter broke the stillness. It was moments like this that made you pause to appreciate the two people you called your best friends. Although life had its ups and downs, the downs never lasted long, not when you had two loving friends to pull you right back up.

You stood up, a renewed sense of pride and determination filling you up. “You’re right Wanda,” you exclaimed and she gave you a thumbs up in return. “Boys are stupid.” Steve and Wanda shared a look of surprise.

“Well that’s not–” Wanda began to protest.

“I’m not stupid,” Steve started a little too loudly and boldly. “I wouldn’t have turned you down.”

He finished his sentence softly as he watched you walk out of the classroom door. Wanda placed a comforting arm around Steve’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t have turned you down either Steve,” she teased as Steve shoved her to the side playfully.

Despite your renewed sense of pride, the quietness of your study period left you too much time to think and you found yourself lost in a sense of nostalgia as you sat at a table in the library.

The first time you met Bucky was still painted clear as day in your mind.

You were a freshman searching for solace amidst the chaos of high school on the first day and you had found yourself in the library. Until now, it was a place of peace for you, but especially so on that first day.

Running your fingers along the aisles of books, you found one that you wanted to read. The Stranger, by Albert Camus, sitting right at the top shelf, pushed just a little too far back for you to be able to wiggle it out. You let out a sigh, and rolled up your sleeve, embarrassed that your next plan of attack was to climb the shelf to be able to reach the book. You braced yourself, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath, when a baritone chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts.

You had opened your eyes to see an arm reaching past you to grab a book off the shelf– your book. In your head you cursed his long legs and arms, but as you met eyes with the boy, you felt your heart sink down to your toes and shoot right back up and suddenly you didn’t want to read a book that was so nihilist anymore. Meursault may not have found it, but love suddenly became something that mattered.

He waved the book in your direction and you had to force your attention to his words and away from his face. “Were you trying to get this?” he asked.

“Huh?” you blinked before looking down at the book you were no longer interested in. “Oh, yeah, I was but, I don’t know if I want to read it anymore.”

He hummed and nodded in response as he inspected the book. “The Stranger,” He read. “Is it good?”

“Yeah, if you’re into stories about life having no meaning,” you explained, suddenly flustered at the way he seemed to take your words seriously.

“I see,” he replied. “Then do you think life has no meaning? It seemed like you wanted this book pretty badly.” The weight of his question startled you as you tried to stammer out a response but before you could get anything significant out, his watch beeped and he was already turning his back to you. “Thanks for the book recommendation,” he called back, waving the book in the air.

That day, James Barnes stole not only your book, but your affections.

For the next four years of your life, you found yourself loving him from a distance. You’d see him in the hallways, in class, but you could never bring yourself to say anything to him and you resigned yourself to this distance. It was lonely, but it was safe, and that was good enough for you… until today.

Now, after breaking that distance, you wished you never did. It was easier to never know how he felt about you, to be in love with the memory you had of him rather than be crushed by reality.

The final bell finally rang and you were more than ready to head home. Outside the quiet bubble of the library, the school was cheering, the drumline playing in the main hall and everyone shouting cheers to the football team, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to celebrate your senior homecoming game with the rest of the school. Instead you found Wanda and Steve and made your way home.

“Welcome home!”

The sound of your father’s voice filled you with warmth as soon as he opened the door, the joy in his greeting briefly making you forget the events of the day. He wrapped you in a tight embrace, still smelling of spices from his day spent at the restaurant, and led you and your friends into the house.

Once inside, your dad gave your friends a confused look. “Isn’t tonight your last homecoming game? Shouldn’t you be at the game?” He questioned as the three of you kicked off your shoes and set your backpacks down by the door.

Wanda looked over to you as she answered, “Nah,” she replied with an easy smile. “The real party is here.” Your dad let out a hearty laugh in response, which the three of you mirrored.

“I had made way too much dinner for just the two of us, so it’s perfect that you guys are here,” your dad put his arms around Wanda and Steve who cheered in response.

“Well, once I found out you were making the world’s best lasagna, how could I not invite myself over?” Steve said. The way your dad beamed back at Steve made both you and Wanda chuckle. Steve was both an extremely talented artist as well as an extremely talented cook, and your dad absolutely adored him for it. He was always welcome to the family dinner.

“Careful, dad,” you chimed in. “Between Steve and Wanda, there might not be any left for the two of us.” Your dad laughed in response as Steve rolled his eyes and Wanda nodded. As you settled into the table, you realized your dad wasn’t exaggerating at all when he said he made way too much dinner. The table was lined with lasagna, roasts, vegetables, and lots of side dishes, enough for a feast. “What’s the occasion dad?” You asked as you looked around the table, trying to decide what to eat first.

Your dad set his silverware down before explaining. “Well,” he began. “To be honest, I felt somewhat bad.”

“About what?” you asked, your mouth full of lasagna.

Your dad chuckled as he continued, passing you a napkin. “As I’m sure you’ve explained to your friends,” he gestured to Steve and Wanda. “I accepted the offer to help start the new restaurant. I thought about it some more, and I felt bad that you would have to uproot your whole life right at the end of high school.”

You looked at him, urging him to continue.

“So I contacted my friend from college, the one I meet with for lunch sometimes, and he said that his son also goes to the same school as you and since they have a spare room, he’s offering to take you in for the year.”

“No shit,” Steve exclaimed in response as Wanda nudged him under the table, giving him a look reminding him to keep his foul language to himself, but your dad just laughed it off.

“That means I get to stay right?” You squealed. “I don’t have to leave?”

“Yes, that’s true,” your dad confirmed. “But it’s only for the year. At the end of your school year, you can move up with me, or if everything goes really well, I’ll be back home early.” He let out a sigh of relief at seeing the way the three of your faces lit up. Ever since you were little, you, Steve and Wanda had been inseparable. You would walk to school and back home together, you would have sleepovers and every meal was spent together. Your dad felt that tearing you away from them right before you would have to separate for college anyway was cruel.

He cleared his throat as he continued. “I know the situation isn’t ideal, and that you’ll probably miss me so so so much,” he teased. “But I know you’ll be in good hands while I’m away.” He smiled fondly at the two boys sitting around the table who were looking at you with nothing but adoration in their eyes.

The rest of dinner went by quietly. Polite talk here and there, but an overwhelming effort to avoid discussing your father’s move, which was at the end of the week, settled among the four of you. It wasn’t until after dinner, after Wanda had left to go home, that you finally got to process your feelings with Steve who stayed behind to help clean up.

“Steve, you really didn’t have to stay,” You sighed as you leaned against the counter beside him as he turned on the faucet in the sink. “I don’t mind doing the dishes.”

He gave you the same winning smile that he gave your father earlier. “Please,” he began. “It’s the least I could do… you’ve had a long day.” He cocked his eyebrow at you, reminding you of the unopened note that now lay on top of your desk in your room. “How are you feeling?”

You grabbed a dish towel, helping Steve dry the dishes he washed, not wanting to meet his eyes. “Like a salad.” Steve turned to you with a confused chuckle, waiting for you to elaborate. “Don’t laugh, Wanda taught me this. I feel so many things right now but I can’t really condense it all into one thing.”

Steve hummed thoughtfully before continuing. “Okay, well what’s the lettuce right now? The biggest thing you’re feeling.”

“Hmm…” you thought. “Sad, that my dad is leaving. I’ve never been away from him that long.”

“Okay, what about the chicken?” You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, appreciating the way Steve ran with your simile.

“The chicken… Happy.” You finally gave Steve a small smile. “Happy that I get to stay here with you and Wanda.”

Steve smiled back at you. “I’m happy about that too. How are we supposed to be a trio if it’s just me and Wanda?”

You rolled your eyes playfully as you swatted his arm with the dish towel. “Steve, you and Wanda have enough personality for 13 people. I’m sure you would have found a way.”

He pouted in return, rubbing his arm where you swatted him before slipping back into a smile. “Not true, but whatever,” he relented. He was glad that the trio would remain a trio, but it got him thinking about what the future holds for the three of you. College was never really something you all had discussed in depth. Mostly just vague hypotheticals about what decorations to get for the apartment you’ll share and the kind of classes you’ll all take together. But in every future he could imagine, the three of you were always together.

After that night, the rest of the week passed by in a messy and teary blur, with Steve and Wanda coming over every day to help you pack. Well, “help” was a strong word. They mostly sat on your bed and looked through your knick knacks while asking for snacks. They were also very unhelpful at trying to convince you to “Marie Kondo” your room, as they called it.

Wanda tried convincing you that maybe you should leave your giant stuffed avocado behind, to which you adamantly argued against because she won it for you at the school carnival last year. Steve asked why you still kept your report card from fifth grade in a treasure chest, to which you responded by showing him the teacher’s notes, “Had to separate her from Steve and Wanda. They distract each other and draw pictures on their math homework. Always laughing and smiling in class :)”

Going through your whole room with them was a lot less embarrassing than you had expected, and by the end of the week, you were ready to go with only the essentials packed. Steve and Wanda came to see you off, helping your dad pack your things into the car and they each gave you a big hug before letting you go.

Your dad laughed at the scene, watching the three of you get teary eyed even though you would still see each other every day at school. But when he finally drove off and saw you looking wistfully out the window, he felt a pang in his chest and it reminded him how much he’s going to miss you as well.

The drive was fun as it always was with your dad, but as he parked in front of a huge house in a very wealthy neighborhood, the grin on your face grew even more. The homes in this neighborhood were much bigger than your own, and you figured you should enjoy yourself while you’re here. Your dad took your hand as the two of you walked to the front door of his college buddy’s home, telling you a silly story about their adventures together in university.

“Oh, I’m so excited you get to meet him,” your dad exclaimed as he rang the bell. “I heard his son is actually in your grade, so maybe you already know him.”

You looked at your dad curiously. “What’s his name?”

But before your dad could respond, the door swung open to reveal none other than–

“Bucky?”

#Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #Bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan headcanon #sebastian stan x reader #James Buchanan Barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year

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{11} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Yeosang, Jongho, and slight Mingi)

Words: 5,345

Warnings: Past death and trauma alluded to, This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: After quite some time, I finally present the next chapter of this series!!! Yay!! I really hope you all enjoy it! What I originally planned for this chapter is actually going to occur next chapter, but I think what happens, especially at the end is really important for the story. Can anyone guess what it is? Hehehe as always, feedback is greatly appreciate! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Mini Masterlist

The next few days pass by with Jisung still following his own grieving process. He stops by either your place, or the Neo’s nest for food and to rest, before taking off into the peaks of the mountains again. A few times, he’s allowed Chenle, or Sungchan to join him, but he mainly flies solo for the time being.

You’re just glad he already seems to be beginning to heal. It’s a slow process, but steady, nonetheless.

The training with both San and Wooyoung has come to a slight pause for the moment, seeing as you’re now dealing with a grieving cub. Luckily, the two males are quite understanding, taking the time to perfect what you’ve already taught them. Quite eagerly at that, too.

You’ve even noticed a slight change already in all five of the Hala’s demeanours since you’ve began training those two rambunctious dragons of theirs. There seems to be a sharpness to their eyes that had never been their before, as if they are more in-tuned to their surroundings. A fact of which makes you incredibly content, for they are all learning more than you could have ever hoped for in such a short period of time.

Though, one thing that has been on your mind recently, is the fact that for the past few nights, you’ve sensed a very specific Hala flying closer and closer to your cottage. He seems to stop himself before he reaches the edge of the little clearing your house resides near, but he has started circling the area a few times before turning back each night.

Today is no different, but instead of just sensing one presence, you sense two. The exact two that had been on the edge of your radar that night with Jisung. Only this time, they seem to want to imitate how both San and Wooyoung were that first week with Jongho.

Stepping outside of your home, you rest a basket against your hip. Time to go harvest some herbs. Whether those two decide to follow you or not is up to them, but you’re not going to let them off the hook so easily.

Reaching the small natural garden just beneath the base of the one mountain, you get to work. You manage to pick herbs for about ten minutes before you hear some rustling coming from behind you. Long since have you sensed their presences, and at least they’re more stealthy than both Wooyoung and San were, but you do not fail to miss the harsh smack that sounds followed by a short hiss in response.

“You know, if you two were trying to track me, or even so much as observe my daily routine, you need to learn a few things first about cooperation.” You say casually, not even bothering to spare a glance behind you.

The bushes go deadly silent.

“Oh? What’s this?” You quirk a brow, turning to glance over your shoulder. “You think I don’t know when I’m being stalked? Especially by two dragons who have made it somewhat clear that they cannot stand me?”

A moment’s pause.

“We’re not stalking you.” Yeosang appears from within the bushes, stepping into the little open space you’re in between the trees.

“Then, what else would you call spying from the bushes?” Your lips quirk, turning back around to continue gathering herbs. “Observing?”

“See, I told you this was a bad idea.” Mingi grumbles, shoving himself out of the underbrush in the next second.

“You dragged me out.” Yeosang shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest.

Again, you turn to look at both males with a quirked brow. At the way you see Canary Man begin to sputter, ears turning bright red, you know the shorter of the two speaks the truth.

“Is there a reason you keep circling my territory every night, Canary Man?” You ask, shifting your position slightly to begin gathering a different herb. “Are you planning to burn my house to the ground while I sleep?”

“No!” Comes his immediate response, and you’re surprised by how panicked his answer sounds. He clears his throat. “I wouldn’t do that to someone who has saved my brothers' lives more than once.”

You hum, a slight quirk to your brow. “Wise answer.”

Yeosang shifts slightly on his feet. “We’re just curious about you.”

“Oh?” This piques your interest. “Are the stories your brothers tell about me that awful that you have to come see for yourselves?”

“How do you know they tell us stories?” The flame headed male crosses his arms over his chest.

One knowing glance from you says it all.

“They’ve said they’ve learned a lot,” Yeosang comments. “Not just from you, but from the Neos as well.”

“My boys are smarter than they lead people to believe,” you acknowledge. “If they wanted to, they could have claimed the crown a long time ago.”

You can just feel the way the taller male tenses behind you. “So, you do know more about this supposed jewel, then.”

“My father will never let me forget it,” you sigh, tossing the herbs in your hands rather pointedly into your basket. In the next moment, you’re standing back to your feet. “Is there a proper reason you’re here, or am I supposed to play assumptions until you leave?”

“Like we said,” Yeosang eyes the basket that you pick up and hold against your hip. “We’re just curious about you.”

“If you’re curious, you can come and ask me questions. Do not stalk me from my bush.” Your eyes narrow. “I thought I already made that clear to your youngest.”

“You did,” Canary Man huffs, amusedly. “Not that he’ll shut up about you, regardless.”

“All of them seem to enjoy discussing the topic that is you recently.” Yeosang observes, watching as you begin to walk towards one end of the mountain with that basket still in hand.

“I have also been told that someone enjoys my cooking,” you spare a knowing look towards the taller male, lips quirking teasingly. “You know, you’re both more than welcome to join our cookouts.”

Canary Man’s cheeks flare, halfhearted splutters of denial falling from his lips.

A soft chuckle escapes you, yet you fail to see the way Yeosang’s demeanour falters ever so slightly behind you.

At the way you notice the two of them still standing like statues in their spots, you spare them another glance over your shoulder. “Well, are you going to join me? I’m nowhere near done picking herbs, and I’d rather not continue being stalked from the bushes.”

That seems to get them moving, the two falling into step just behind you. Though, you notice Yeosang keeping quite a respectful amount of distance between himself and your back. Something the other male doesn’t seem to pick up on.

The moment you reach the edge of the small stream, you kneel once more. A small patch of herbs rests along the banks, and you begin picking through them, pulling the best ones and placing them into your basket.

Awkwardly, the two males shift on their feet behind you.

“If you’re as curious as you claim, you may ask me questions.” You say, not even bothering to spare them another glance. “I might not answer everything, and I have the right to refuse a question, but I am not unreasonable.”

Softly, Yeosang kneels beside you. “Would you like some help?”

You cannot hide the shock on your features as you blink at him in response. Then, you smile. “Sure.”

You don’t even have to say another word, for the male immediately gets to work. He’s a little cautious at first, moving slowly as he picks some of the herbs from the bank of the stream. Though, once he sees you nodding, somewhat subconsciously in approval, his confidence grows, and he begins to pick a little faster.

“You seem to know what you’re doing.” The taller male comments, moving to stand over his brother while feigning disinterest.

“Unlike you, Min, I listen to what my brothers have to say,” Yeosang retorts, somewhat knowingly, as he places another handful of herbs into your basket.

“I listen!” Said male protests, crossing his arms over his chest as a slight pout tugs at his features.

Again, you chuckle, and you fail to see the way Yeosang’s gaze darts briefly towards you out of the corner of his eyes.

“So, have Sannie and Woo been giving you private lessons after finishing my own?” You inquire, sitting back onto your ankles as you observe the bank carefully.

“They’ve tried,” the male still on his feet grumbles.

“Not necessarily.” Yeosang shakes his head at the same time.

“Yeo is just observant like that.” Canary Man finishes.

“Ah,” your brows raise in understanding. “Impressive. Are you the informant, then?”

“You could say that,” he smiles, somewhat faintly, his bangs hiding his eyes as he leans forward.

“You’re observant. A good skill to have, especially when gathering information.” You comment, pushing yourself back to your feet and dusting off your hands.

Instantly, Yeosang is back on his feet with you, your basket resting gently in his hands. Just as you go to reach for it, he turns away, already walking along the side of the stream.

You chuckle, “the next spot is this way.”

The way you quirk a brow at him has his cheeks dusting with a very faint pink as he walks back over to you. You pretend not to notice.

“Where did you learn all of this?” The taller of the two asks, nothing but curiosity in his tone despite him attempting to hide it. “How to harvest herbs and make remedies?”

“I believe I have mentioned that I am much older than I appear,” you smile faintly in response. “My father trained me for quite a long time. The rest I learned through trial and error.”

“You’ve made mistakes?” Yeosang’s brow furrows.

“I know, it’s quite difficult to believe,” you chuckle, leading them into a tiny clearing with a few bushes scattered around. “I still do. Not everything is perfect, nor is it meant to be. The important thing is to learn and grow from your past failings. Though, try not to fail when it really counts.”

At the way you suddenly grimace, the two dragons share a look.

“Is this about-“

Mingi’s inquiry gets caught in his throat as Yeosang harshly elbows him in his side.

You let out a sigh. “You do not know me well enough to be asking questions on such a personal topic you've eavesdropped upon.”

“Our apologies.” Yeosang bows slightly, that basket of yours tucked against his front.

Your eyebrows raise, slight amusement dancing within your orbs.

“What? Does him apologizing to you surprise you that much?” The taller male tilts his head slightly in curiosity.

“It does.” You blink, beginning to pick through some bushes to gather their fruit. “I am simply surprised by today’s turn of events.”

“We’re not as terrible as we seem.” Yeosang mumbles, averting his gaze to the side.

“No,” you hum. “I don’t believe you are.”

Your admission clearly catches them both off guard, for they blink at you in shock. Still, Mingi cannot prevent the corner of his lips from twitching upwards slightly. A fact which has him clearing his throat and steeling his resolve in the next moment.

“You both really don’t know how to stalk something without being extremely obvious you’re there, do you?” You tease, lightheartedly.

“We did what we always do.” Yeosang shrugs, moving over to observe the berries you’re currently picking while holding the basket out to you.

“Considering you have the power to harness wind, I’m surprised you don’t know how to cover your scents completely yet.” You reply, tossing the handful of fruit you hold into your basket.

“Cover our scents?” The taller frowns. “We do that already.”

You shoot him a look. “To basic creatures, maybe. But not to me or my Neos.”

“What do you mean?” Yeosang asks, brow slightly furrowed in confusion.

“You hide your nature to humans, hunters, and the like, but to trained creatures, they’d still be able to pick you out of a crowd.” You reply, turning your full attention to Yeosang beside you. “Which is surprising, given everything you can do with wind.”

“What can I do with wind?”

“Hide in plain sight.” Comes your immediate response, and you watch as he blinks in shock at you. “You can hide scents, sounds, cover your tracks, and everything. You just have to know how to harness your powers properly.”

“Yunho did say I could potentially tear the air out of someone’s lungs.” Yeosang nods, recalling the words his brother spoke to him a little while ago.

“You boys are still young, and you have much to learn.” You nod.

“We’re not that young.” Canary Man crosses his arms over his chest.

“Compared to me, you are.” You reply bluntly.

“I doubt you know everything.” He huffs.

“I don’t,” you agree, and you watch shock paint his features. “But I know a far greater deal than you.”

A low growl escapes his lips. “Are you challenging me?”

You snort out a laugh. “Believe me, Canary Man. If I were to challenge you, one of us would already be dead, and it wouldn’t be me.”

Even though Yeosang attempts to hide it, he cannot prevent the grin from taking over his lips.

“Stop smiling, she just threatened me!” He snaps, a hint of a whine to his tone as a frown pulls at his features. “And stop calling me Canary Man! That’s not my name.”

You nod slightly in acknowledgement. “Then what is your name.”

He blinks, clearly caught off guard.

“Mingi.” He swallows. “My name is Mingi.”

“Well, Mingi,” you meet his gaze, “has anyone ever explained to you how similar your personality can be to your power?”

His eyes flash in annoyance. “Plenty."

“No, I’m not just talking about someone saying you have a fiery personality,” you add, noticing how his jaw twitches once more in irritation. “I mean it in the way that fire is both equally consuming and rejuvenating.”

You can tell he’s caught off guard by your choice of words, and even Yeosang looks a little taken aback.

“It’s clear to me that many of you Halas are still attempting to find who you are.” You continue. “You simply cannot let your powers consume you.”

“What do you mean by that?” Yeosang questions, head tilted curiously in inquiry.

“I mean,” you turn to meet his gaze. “Do not let your power become what defines you. Yes, fire types can be hotheaded-“

“Hey!” Mingi doesn’t even get a chance to continue protesting before you’re continuing.

“But they can also be strong, unwavering, and warm like the very flames they can create.” You purposely meet Mingi’s gaze, and you notice how he swallows somewhat thickly. “Our powers can influence our moods, and decisions, but ultimately it is up to us whether we let them consume our every action. Fire is both destructive and healing. You just need to find the balance.”

“How would you know?” Mingi spits, taking a threatening step forward.

Your eyes flash in warning, and he backs off. For now.

“We are a lot more alike that you think. All of us.” You meet his gaze, a hint of amber shining within your own. “I have dealt with flame wielders more often that you think. You are more than just complete destruction. No one knows that better than me.”

Mingi scowls, spine straightening beneath your somewhat sympathetic gaze. He doesn’t understand why you’re looking at him like that, nor why your words seem to resonate so much with his very soul. What he does know, though, is that he’s had enough of this conversation.

“I’m done here,” without another word, he takes off, shifting into the air and flying away.

You let out a long sigh. “Perhaps that was too soon.”

“You certainly know a lot about our species.” Yeosang comments casually, peeking at you from out of the corner of his eyes. “As much as the ancients do.”

You purse your lips, wiping the excess berry juice onto your pants before going to reach for the basket in his grip.

Again, he pulls away.

“I have enough sense to know there’s more to you than you’re letting on,” he comments, following right beside you as you begin to make your way back to your cabin. “I can only imagine what makes you so guarded, given the state of your back-“

“What have you seen?” The brief flash of fear he sees light behind your eyes as you shove him against the closest tree has him dropping the basket in shock.

“Just what happened when San accidentally grazed your upper spine,” Yeosang blinks, rather warily.

You seem to breathe a sigh of relief, detecting no false intonation of his voice from his answer. In the next moment, you’re pushing yourself off of him. “Sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize,” he replies, leaning down to grab the basket once more after wiping off the front of his shirt. “Whatever happened must have been quite traumatic. You don’t let anyone touch your back.”

You spare him a cautious look. “Again, your observations are quite keen.”

“I am curious, but it’s not my place.” He answers, quite honestly at that, too.

“You’re right. It is not your place.” Your blunt response fills the air with a tense silence.

A silence which stretches on for quite a period of time. That is, until he’s breaking it once more.

“We haven’t told Mingi or Seonghwa about it.” He says, voice a mere whisper on the wind. He clears his throat lightly. “About your back, that is.”

His admission completely catches you off guard. “You haven’t?”

“I wouldn’t feel right if I did.” Comes his immediate reply. “I don’t know you very well, and you don’t know me. We’re not enemies; you’ve helped my clan more than we deserve. It would not be proper for me to-“ he catches himself, “for us to repay your kindness in such a traitorous way.”

Again, his words manage to shock you, and all you can do is blink at him.

“Jongho told us that your trust does not come easy,” he continues, “but you’ve already extended an understanding towards us that I know most of us do not deserve. We misjudged you, and I want to apologize for how standoffish I was at the start.”

Your lips tug upwards faintly in the corners, expression softening. “I think we truly are beginning to understand one another, Yeosang.”

The dragon before you cannot deny the way his heart simply races at hearing you address him so openly by his proper name.

“I think so, too.” He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling as you both pause momentarily on the path.

You take the time now to search his gaze, just as he searches your own. Soft smiles rest on both of your features as you nod once. The way a weight seemingly lifts itself off of your shoulders has you relaxing, for it was something you hadn’t realized that you’d been carrying.

As much as you don’t want to admit, you’re starting to care for these Hala dragons. Though, from the looks of things, they’re also starting to care for you, too.

“I do have one more thing to ask you,” he says as the two of you continue back down the path once more.

“Oh?” You quirk a brow in inquiry.

“That salve you gave Hwa,” he begins. “He’s run out, and both San and Wooyoung refuse to make him more.”

You huff out an amused laugh. “They’re right to. We won’t start learning those types of mixtures for another week.”

“Seonghwa’s too proud to ask you himself,” Yeosang grimaces. “Would you- uh, might it be possible if-“

You can tell he’s struggling to get the words out, given how his cheers flare with a deep red.

“Are you asking me to prepare another salve for him?” You hum, knowingly.

“If you don’t mind.” He breathes, grateful you seemed to understand where he had been going with all of this.

“If he wants something, he should get used to asking for it himself.” You say, looking straight head.

Yeosang sighs. “That’s what I keep telling him.”

“Keep in mind, I’m not saying ‘no’.” A light hum escapes you.

The male cannot prevent the way his head whips towards you, hope shining in his eyes.

“I’ll let him know.” Yeosang echoes your hum, a small smile tugging at his features.

For the rest of the walk back to your home, a comfortable silence stretches on around you. There is an air of ease that settles between the two of you, perfectly content to simply enjoy the other’s presence. You’ve noticed that Yeosang isn’t much of a heavy talker, and you rather appreciate the way he can communicate with you only using either a few words, or simple glances. It’s quite a change from your typical exchanges with most of his brothers.

When you finally make it back to your place, you notice another dragon lingering around your back door.

“There you are, I was getting worried.” Jongho meets you halfway, reaching out to you only to halt himself before his hand can so much as graze your arm. He locks eyes with his brother. “What are you doing here?”

You notice how quiet Yeosang goes, demeanour shifting slightly from the comfortable silence you had just been experiencing, to a sort of tense guard. You frown slightly, but say nothing.

“I simply wanted to learn more about the woman that has the five of you so captivated.” Yeosang replies, somewhat bluntly.

Jongho pulls the basket out of his brother’s arms, somewhat firmly. All the while, he shoots the elder a look.

“We had a rather nice conversation, didn’t we, Yeosang?” You hum, turning to the aforementioned male.

“I’d say so,” he breathes, eyes softening ever so slightly as he shifts his gaze to you.

Jongho’s eyes narrow slightly, attempting to get a read on his brother. He doesn’t appreciate how close you and Yeosang appear to be all of a sudden.

“Thanks for your help,” you nod to Yeosang once more.

“Anytime,” he smiles, before turning to give his brother a firm nod. “See you at home.”

Without another word, Yeosang is shifting and flying away into the light of the now setting sun.

“You two seemed close,” Jongho grumbles, walking with you the rest of the way to your backdoor.

“He was simply curious,” you reply, stepping through the threshold only for Jongho to follow right behind. “He wasn’t alone, but Mingi decided to storm off earlier.”

“Mingi was with you?” The disbelief is clear in his voice as he places the basket of herbs onto your counter. “And he didn’t attempt to bite your head off.”

“Oh, believe me,” you chuckle. “I think he wanted to.”

“He hasn’t mentioned anything to us yet.” Jongho frowns.

“Ah, your clan connection,” you nod in understanding. “Perhaps he’s actually mulling over what I said.”

“What did you say?” Jongho quirks a brow curiously.

“Just some observations about his powers and personality,” you shrug, beginning to sort through the herbs in your basket.

“And he didn’t spontaneously combust?” If Jongho’s brows raise any higher, you’d swear they’d disappear into his hairline.

“I think he wanted to,” you chuckle. “But no. He did not.”

“You seriously are incredible,” he sighs, somewhat dreamily, sitting on your one stool and resting his cheek in the palm of his one hand.

“Is that a regular occurrence?” You grin, gathering a separate bowl to put all of the berries you collected into.

“I can’t count the number of times he’s singed one of us in anger,” Jongho chuckles. “I will never forget the impromptu haircuts we usually have to give ourselves thanks to him.”

“Oh, I believe you,” you nod, laughing along with him.

“Still, I’m surprised he even sought you out.” Jongho hums, wordlessly beginning to help you sort the herbs into separate piles on the counter.

“I was told they were curious,” you briefly glance up at him. “Seems someone is overbearing with their stories.”

Jongho’s mouth parts, greatly scandalized by your words.

“I would never!” A blush begins to creep up his neck. Then, a mumble, “San and Wooyoung hardly ever shut up about you. Even Joong and Yunho can’t keep their mouths shut.”

You smile, a knowing gleam in your eyes as you step up beside him to affectionately ruffle his hair. “Aw, is my little man jealous?”

“Little?” He huffs, and in the blink of an eye, he’s stood back to his feet, trapping you between his arms against the counter. Slowly, he leans in, and you can feel his breath ghosting the skin of your neck. “I’ll show you there’s nothing little about me.”

You wish you could deny the way your breath hitches. Yet, at the pleased growl you feel reverberate against your chest from him, you know he’s heard it, too.

Gently, his hand is placed onto the side of you hip, squeezing the flesh appreciatively. What truly makes your head spin, though, is how tender his hold is. Not only that, but despite the sudden darkness that you can see swirling in his eyes, there’s still that undertone of affection dripping through.

A moment later, and you manage to gain control of your thoughts once more.

Slowly, you raise a hand to his chest, gently pushing him off of you. Only, he doesn’t budge.

“Jongho,” you sigh his name, and you immediately hear how his own breath hitches in his throat.

“Please, My Fated,” his voice is low, uneven as he speaks into the skin of your neck. “You must know what hearing my name falling from your lips in that tone does to me.”

This time, when you push him away, you use slightly more force.

“You don’t get to refer to me as that, yet.” Despite attempting to keep your tone sharp, you cannot help the waver in your voice.

You can see how his expression falls before you, shoulders drooping slightly as he steps away. Then, it’s as if he’s fully registering your words, for a spark of hope begins shining within his eyes.

Yet. You said he doesn’t get to refer to you as that yet.

“Only a mutual imprint designates the use of those name.” You say, carefully stepping away from him for the moment.

“Not to me,” he replies, honesty dripping from his tone as he meets your eyes. “Not when it’s always felt this right.”

“Then, I’m asking you to wait.” Your tone is softer than it was a moment ago. “I cannot promise the commitment you want from me right now, Jongho. I’m not promising you anything. The last person I gave my heart to-“ your breath catches in your throat, and you find yourself averting your gaze. You take a deep breath to steady your nerves, curling in on yourself for the first time while standing in front of the male before you. “The last person I gave my heart to shredded every last bit of me to pieces.”

A silence so deadly settles over the room, and you spare a glance upwards to see Jongho barely controlling his breathing.

Anger radiates off of him in waves, a hint of electricity spiking within the air. The tips of his fingers begin to spark as his eyes flash, steam escaping his nostrils with every exhale.

“It was Kun, wasn’t it?” He’s furious, whole body visibly trembling as he looses the grip on his anger. “I fucking knew it-“

“Jongho!” Your sharp tone manages to draw his attention to you for the moment. “Kun is not who I am referring to. He is none of your concern. Stop making one of my oldest friends into a villain.”

“Then, why-“

“I have already told you that he simply did what was best for him at the time.” You sigh, leaning back onto your counter once more. “He didn’t want to wait, and neither should you.”

“And I thought I already told you that I would wait however long it takes, even if it meant I only got to spend one day with you.” His voice softens, taking a cautious step towards you. “All I want is the chance to call you mine, and for you to call me yours.”

Slowly, you spare a glance up into his eyes. Just as they shone that night in the clearing, they shine now, the sincerity managing to take your breath away yet again.

“I need you to understand-“ you swallow, emotions suddenly heavy in your tone and threatening to choke you out at any given moment. “I need you to understand that I may never be able to give you what you seek.”

“Just being with you like this is enough for me,” he replies, voice a mere whisper on the wind. The earnest way he meets your gaze has a single tear spilling onto your cheek, and he’s quick to cup the side of your face tenderly in his palm. “I won’t lie to you. I desire you. I have desired you since the very first moment I laid my eyes upon you. Whether those desires of mine are met or not, I do not care. All I care about is the fact that you allow me to share in your presence with you, even if I do not deserve it.”

“Jongho,” you find you cannot form the words you want to say, feeling your heart leap into your throat as his confession.

He wipes away your tear.

“I understand you’ve been hurt in the past,” he breathes, and you can feel the way he still trembles the slightest bit against you. “Know that I will never hurt you. I will never make you feel unwanted, undesired, unloved. I cannot. I will not. It is not in my nature to deceive you like that.”

Both of his hands come up to cup your face, meeting your gaze tenderly. His eyes shine with a sincerity, with a passion you’re starting to understand. You can feel it in his touch. You can see it in his gaze. More than all of that, you can hear it in his words.

“This is my promise to you.” He stares deeply into your eyes, his own flashing as a sacred magic begins to flow between the both of you at his words. “I swear I will never betray you. I will never deceive you, nor will I ever use you. I will protect you until my dying breath, because with everything that I am, I am in love with you. Everything that I do, I do it for you.”

Your lips part, and you cannot help but raise your own hands to grasp lightly at his wrists.

“And if-“ he closes his eyes, as if the words he is about to utter pain him far more than any physical wound ever could, “if you truly ever want nothing to do with me, or you decide that you do not want me, I will respect your wishes, and honour your decision.”

Your hands tighten their grip subconsciously around his wrists, the tips of your fingers tingling as the magic flows through you both.

“Until the end of time, this is my promise to you. One which I have every intention to keep.” His grip becomes the slightest bit firmer over your skin as his eyes flash the deepest gold you’ve ever seen from him.

“I swear upon my life, and the life of all of my forefathers before me, that all I care about,” he swallows thickly, “all I will ever care about,” Jongho meets your gaze one final time, and you swear you can feel his pulse beating right alongside your own.

You hold your breath.

“Is you.”

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