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fighting heart | jeon jungkook au

summary: never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more.

warnings: 15k words. smut. angst. boxer!jk x curvy,f!reader. violence [fight scenes]. mentions of blöod. rich y/n. degradation of y/n [a few times] but not by jk. mentions of wounds. y/n got some mommy milkers lowkey. big hips that jk likes t—. unprotected. fingering. handjob. missionary. sweet. y/n is whipped but Jk is whippeder. jin is kinda sketchy kinda not. tw: harmful language, physical violence, anatomical injuries. illegal fight club. gambling.

No where he went could he find silence. Rattling cages, loud chants and even bottles breaking. The room he was currently in was poorly lit. And he could barely see the damage that has been done. The room was in hues of green with dirty white tile showers and sinks with rust on them. The ground was covered in stains of old blood that didn’t wash away from the polished cement. Hanging above his head were fluorescent making hissing noises like the glass would soon burst into flames and shatter across the floor. They were flickering too, he could see them clearly through the dirty mirror he was staring at himself through.

He was a mess himself and he had no clue where to start. His hair was drenched in sweaty locks sticking to his face in strange whimsical lines. There was blood dripping down over his brow piercing somewhere on his hair line but he couldn’t see it clearly yet. There was a large red mark on his rib cages but other than those couple injuries he considered himself pretty clean.

The water pressure from the faucet was poor and when he first turned it on the water had a brown tint to it. He let it run over his wet rag squeezing out the excess before cleaning the blood and sweat off his face. He leaned forward and splashed water onto his face and rubbed some into his hair to at least rinse his sweaty hair a little bit. From behind him he could hear the swinging doors part ways as someone walked in with a huge grin on their face. He waved a stack of papers in his hand smacking it against the palm of his other hand, business suit and shoes sticking out from this room like a sore thumb. His hair was slipped back in a nice style and he looked better than Jungkook did at the moment.

“You killed it out there,” Kim Seokjin said as he leaned against the counter on the wall, staring at Jungkook’s back and the red mark on his side, “He got a few hits in it seems.” As he said that he moved to stand again walking over to the ice machine next to the broken paper towel dispenser. He took the big ziploc bags off the machine and began putting ice into one of the bags. He took plastic wrap with him as he walked over to Jungkook and motioned for the guy to lift his arm.

“Don’t worry kid, your cut is good today,” Jin said, pressing the ice bag to Jungkook’s injured side before bringing the wrap over it and pulling it around his torso to hold the bag down. Jungkook just looked at the drop of blood still leaking from the cut on his forehead making him reach out for his rag again. The sink had a new stain of blood on it from where his rag had been running under the water. He looked at Jin through the mirror, “How much?”

Jin smiled, “Little more than a grand but I got a few more investors out there looking to see another fight. You’ll get there once you focus fully on training.”

“I’m not a fighter,” Jungkook grumbled as he turned quickly once Jin finished up. There was a small limp to his step as he walked to his gym bag looking for clothes to change into. Jin shook his head in disbelief, “Not a fighter? Then tell me what I just watched tonight.”

“I told you this already. I’m not interested in doing anything more than a couple fights here and there,” Jungkook said putting on a worn out, oversized gray t-shirt. Jin groaned in frustration, “I don’t get why you’re so against it. You can make much more money if we go big. You’ll be rich you know? I can already see your fights on pay-per-view. Just think about the money, that’s why you’re doing this aren’t you? Think about your family.”

“I am thinking about my family, that’s why I’m saying no,” Jungkook told him, changing into some black sweats and throwing a hoodie on. The bag of ice was slowly melting but at this point he didn’t care about how ridiculous he looked, “They’d kill me if they knew I was fighting again, I’m sorry man, but no.”

He took his cut of the money from Jin, slipping his hood over his head and hoisting his gym bag on his shoulder, “Call me.”

His leg ached making his entire walk out of the underground club to his car all the more slow. His car lights blinked as it unlocked and he chucked his bag in the backseat finally getting in and starting the engine. Jungkook’s neighborhood was far from being nice but it’s location close to busy streets made night life more active. He got to his apartment shortly after, sirens going off just outside his window where he could see flashing lights and the tops of old buildings.

Despite how late it was, and his need to be alone he couldn’t have that. Not when his phone began ringing. He winced, reaching into his pocket and taking it out. Once he saw the caller ID he debated ignoring it. Now isn’t the time for it when he’s got a pretty girl in his bed telling him you don’t want to go home. But he answered anyway, “Hello?”

“Hi honey, I know it’s late but um,” his mother stuttered, he could practically picture her fidgeting, “We’re behind on rent again. I wouldn’t be coming to you if I didn’t need to.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything, it was the same thing over and over every single time. He was in his bathroom now, pressing his phone to his ear, “When is it due?”

“Well it was due a couple days ago—“ “And what happened to what I sent you the other day?” Jungkook asked.

“Your father needed it for a, well, uh, I can’t remember but you’re my son, you’re more reliable than anyone else,” his mother said, making him roll his eyes. ��So why’d you wait till now to tell me? Should I call your landlord and see how long it’s been overdue?”

“Yah, don’t be like that,” his mother begged, “You’re supposed to help your parents. That’s why you moved wasn’t it? Why are you even up so late? What have you been doing? Who were you with? Were you fighti—“

“I’m hanging up. I’ll send the money in the morning,” with a tired sigh he ended the call wincing once more when he reached up for the handle to his medicine cabinet.

His small rectangular window was his only source of light in the bathroom as he rummaged through his medicine cabinet but his first aid kit was empty. With a tired grunt he closed it back up and left looking around for his things pulling the melted ice bag away that was now just a puddle of water. He grabbed his wallet and keys before leaving his apartment once more, this time by foot.

After a five minute walk he found himself in front of a familiar convenience store and he went in, immediately going to the medical section. He probably shouldn’t be walking around with so much money on him but it was too late to worry about that.

“Oh my god hurry up, I’m literally scared for my life,” A girl squealed a couple aisles down and Jungkook tried to ignore her, “We should’ve just gotten it delivered.”

“And if they didn’t have what I wanted?” Another voice piped in, slightly more bearable than the previous one but with the same tone, “Besides everyone can hear you, y’know?” As if he’d been the one spoken to he looked up from under his hood, eyes softening for a fraction of a second as they met your stare. He was the first to look away once he caught his reflection on the fridge doors behind you filled with alcohol. There was a line of red down his forehead again and it made him duck down under the aisle top and look for what he needed.

“I don’t care who hears me, just get a bottle and let’s go. Jimin’s waiting,” The high pitched voice spoke again and Jungkook found a box of wound closure band-aids, pain killers, and icy/hot patches. You rolled your eyes at her looking over to the guy in the hoodie again, there was a red stain on his forehead that you noticed right away. A little after Jungkook found himself standing behind you in line. He didn’t expect to find such a sight in front of him. You were in a hot pink mini skirt and a white blouse that matched your heels. Your legs weren’t super long but your thighs were wider and so were your hips. It made the fabric of your skirt hug your curves in the best way possible.

You and your friend finished up with the cashier and he found himself twisting a lock of hair over the bleeding cut on his forehead to hide it. He could feel your eyes follow him for a moment as you left at that and he moved forward to the counter.

That night he healed his wounds in his studio apartment under the moonlight while you got in the back of a Porsche for a night drinking.

There was a stiffness in the air, like all the poise and class was just an act that was hard to maintain. At least that’s what Jungkook thought because as he looked around not a single person seemed to be what they tried so hard to appear. Now, he’ll admit he’s probably the most out of place here but that didn’t mean he couldn’t notice things. For instance, his partner wore an expensive suit with a shiny Rolex that demanded the attention of everyone in the room. Yet he still seemed gentle, far from intimidating which is what he’s so poorly tried to portray. A hand landed on his shoulder blade giving him a little shake as the man spoke, “Lighten up Jungkook, this is for you. You made me good money last week. Think of this as a sign of my appreciation.”

“Is that what this is?” Jungkook asked looking around the lounge room with expensive alcohol in crystal glasses and 100,000$ leather seats. He started to fix the cuff of his black button-up as he looked around some more. The men in here were either his age or way older, all in designer suits and watches. All the women were young, beautiful, lavished.

Just like the one who crossed his line of sight in a black, shimmery dress that was barely around mid-thigh. A silver, diamond charm bracelet on the wrist that matched every piece of jewelry on your body—from what he can see. You were far across from him, somewhere off with a group he couldn’t see well and the dim light applying a glow to you in particular. And yet he recognized you right away as the person from the store last night.

“I’ve treated you to dinner, I figured I might as well treat you to drinks too,” Seokjin said looking up from his phone just as Jungkook’s eyes snapped back to him, no longer focusing on the stranger. He released a sigh, “Alright, I want to talk about business. There’s another match this weekend. Two fights and a couple grand in your pocket. It’s short notice and you need time to recover but I was hoping to convince you.”

“Against who?” Jungkook asked tipping his glass of scotch back before placing it down on the small glass table between them two. Jin gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, “Some new kid and Park Seungmin. What do you say? Do I get it set?”

“Ask me again after a few drinks,” Jungkook said. Music played behind them but not nearly as loud as a regular night club’s and there was a faint smell of cigar. He hardly paid attention to whatever other small talk the two of them made, he was too tired to say anything on his own. He hadn’t even wanted to come out with Jin at first. It’s not that he didn’t like the guy. He did. The problem was that he could not understand why Jin would want to be a part of the kind of life Jungkook has involved himself in. Kim Seokjin came from money, the good kind of money.

It meant he’s never had to worry about food in his stomach or if the electricity would be cut off. He’s never lied about christmas presents he never recieved or about not having lunch money. He’s grown in gated communities and trips abroad for the holidays. There’s no reason for him to be making dirty money just because he could. Jungkook didn’t hate him, he just couldn’t never fully trust that Jin had his best interest in mind. All he knows is that he’s the only one Jungkook can go to at the moment and he’s going to see how far he can get. The downside was that Jin wanted him to go the professional route. He wants to mentor him and get him in more official rings that could be broadcasted. His boxing was good, Jin saw potential so he badgered Jungkook about it nonstop. He didn’t listen though, he was fine fixing cars and had no intention in being a professional fighter.

If he had paid more attention to Seokjin instead of the marks on his hands he might have noticed the way Jin casually looked around the lounge room. He seemed stuck on someone behind him, brows furrowed together in concentration before his eyes relaxed momentarily. He looked back to Jungkook, “I’ll be right back. I think I see someone I know.”

Jungkook didn’t bother responding, merely waving him off as he looked down at his phone. The money he just earned from his last match was enough to send to his parents but he still needs more for rent and utilities. His job won’t pay him till the day after rent is due and he can’t ask for another extension. If he wants to cover the rest he’ll have to do the fights Jin asked of him. He’s still a little sore from the last fight but if he tries to get back on training he should be fine.

“Look at all the space we have, just take a seat,” Jin said finally making Jungkook look up as three people were filing into the booth. He noticed right away when you were making your way into the rounded booth pretty much inching closer to him. He’ll admit, up close you’re even more beautiful than he thought when he looked at you from afar. Now he can see your features better than he had at the store. What are the chances that he ran into a random stranger twice? And one he thought about on his walk home from the store as a short distraction?

You didn’t shy away from looking him over as you finally sat down just a few inches away from him. Jin flashed him a smile, “Jungkook these are some friends of mine. This is Taehyung, Jia and Y/n. Everyone meet Jungkook.”

Jin didn’t give much time for introductions when he waved over a server and ordered more drinks for the table. Jungkook took his chance to get a look at you again and for the first time that night, your eyes met his. He was the first to crack even the smallest hint of a smile. You had a pretty face, your cheeks slightly rounded but your eyes were what drew him in. He likes the curve of your waist and the way your thighs look soft to the touch. Your dress had been a little higher from the back than the front and he understood why. You were so physically attractive to him. You had wider hips and a slight tummy pouch. The top of your dress was easily filled out by your chest which spilled slightly from the top. Your collarbone still seemed to protrude and a diamond necklace with your name engraved rested prettily on it. Y/n, he remembers the girl next to you saying it the other night.

“So what are you guys doing here? Don’t you have better places to drink at on a Saturday?” Jin asked once drinks came and Jungkook looked over to where the conversation was. Taehyung gave a shrug of his shoulders looking to his two friends, “Just wanted to get a few good drinks in before going out. Are you two free? Want to come with?”

Jin shared a look with Jungkook, “Yeah? Let some stress out.” He wasn’t sure though, he’s already over exerted himself being out with Jin but at the same time now that it’s been brought up he wouldn’t mind. There was a shift on his side and suddenly you were leaning forward to look at his face.

“I agree, if you’re stressed then maybe you should come have drinks with us,” you said with a bright smile. That convinced him way too easily and before he knew it, he was leaving with the rest of you to a club. He stood behind you in line and when you were all inside he was at the bar right there with you.

“You look familiar,” you said bluntly turning away from the bar counter to look at him while your drinks were made. It caught him off guard at first before saying, “You do too.” Your smile was softer now but just as pretty and you batted your lashes, “I know where I’ve seen you.”

“Where?” Jungkook wanted to see if you actually did recognize him or if he just looked familiar to someone else you’ve seen. You pointed a finger at him, “The store. You were dressed all emo and stuff.”

“I was just wearing dark colors,” What you said made him smile a little before adding in, “But yes, I recognize you too. You were wearing pink.”

“Oh you even remember what i had been wearing? Was it because you liked it or because you liked me?”

“Can I say both?” Jungkook said with a lighter tone now. He found you attractive, alluring even, despite your snobbish tone. Your eyes narrowed in interest and you let your eyes travel from the faded scar on his forehead to the belt holding his jeans up. He was attractive in a way you couldn’t explain. An absolutely beautiful intimidating man.“I thought I knew all of Jinnie’s friends, how come I don’t know you?” You asked taking your drinks from the bartender.

He gave a small shrug, “I wouldn’t say we’re close, more like acquaintances. How do you know him?”

“Family friends.” “All of you?” You gave a nod of your head taking a sip from your drink just as he did. You looked down at the hand he had on the bar too. It was covered in ink and rings on his pretty fingers but the more you looked the more you saw. It included red knuckles with faded purple and brown marks like bruises. Jungkook noticed right away where your attention had drifted and he opted for moving his hand off and keeping it to his side.

“Can I be honest with you?” He asked suddenly trying to draw attention away from his hand and also speak some truth at the moment, “I think you’re beautiful.”

So he found himself closer to you later on in the night. His hand had even made itself to your hips as you sat on the stool scooted close to his. The two of you had completely forgotten about the group you were supposed to be with but they didn’t even attempt to intervene. If anyone seemed hesitant it was only Taehyung and Jin just brushed his worries away. He knew you well and you liked the fun, he knew Jungkook needed some fun even if it’s just for one night.

Later on in the night the two of you disappeared into a cab. He was more hesitant than you were to initiate any sort of intimate contact. Even inside the club he only had an arm around you and when he offered to take you home he was only hoping to spend a little more time with you before asking for your number. He didn’t expect for you to be on him in the back of the cab. Your lips were on his and he was kissing back eagerly, uncaring for the way the cab driver looked back at you.

“Just one address or two?” The driver asked as you pressed a kiss against Jungkook’s jaw leaving him breathless. His hand was on your curved back keeping you close as he barely had a chance to look over to the driver. You beat him to it when you pulled away for a quick second to mutter, “One address,” and went back to kissing him. He wasn’t complaining, he hasn’t done this in a while.

With work and all the matches he’s been in on top of training, he doesn’t have much time to go out and meet people who weren’t drunk placing bets on him. Even the women at the fights were drunk, a little more sleazy, not as clean and definitely didn’t have skin as soft as yours. His other hand found it’s way to your thigh, fingernails digging into the plump skin and he wanted to do more than just touch with his hands.

Jungkook’s not sure how it happened but they ended up at his place instead of yours, maybe because it was closer to the club or maybe because he gave it to the man first. Either way it was too late to argue about it when you were already urging him to get out. He quickly paid for the cab and was helping you, kissing you one last time as the cab drove off. He smiled sweetly, “You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Okay with what?” You asked wrapping your arms around his mid section leaning into him when his arms went around your waist. He cleared his throat looking down at you slightly more concerned now, “With this, with me…”

You smiled, “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” You’re not even asking questions. Not about his bruises or cuts or red knuckles, “Besides, I like you so are you going to take me upstairs or am I just gonna stay out here.” Jungkook took your hand now dragging you behind him inside his building trying not to get your expression. He didn’t want to see how you’d feel about his clearly run down apartment. Even this late at night there were a few tenants just sitting around on the stairs. He moved you in front of him staying close behind you to avoid you being stared at by some creep from the back. Once you were in his dark apartment it was immediate.

You didn’t even look around the place, letting him lead you to creaky twin sized bed he called his own and kissed him roughly, hands pulling at his shirt immediately as he made himself comfortable sitting next to you. You were on your knees looking taller than him deepening the kiss with your tongue now and he was gladly kissing back just as hard. His hands found their way to your legs, squeezing once again at your meaty thighs that pressed against each other with no gap between. The fullness of your figure was so damn tempting and it had his fingers inching under your short dress.

When you didn’t seem to object to his touch he went ahead and let his hands circle around your hips to the back where he could feel a very small pair of panties covering very little. Like your thighs, your butt was squishy making his fingers sink into it as he felt you up and it had him groaning into your mouth in want. His mouth trailed down your jaw, sucking gently against your neck as his hands continued feeling you up, your dress already up and around your wide hips as he played with your underwear. A finger slipped under it holding it out as he let his hand feel underneath.

A breath caught in Jungkook’s throat when your hand was pressing against his thigh now, long nail barely grazing his leg moving closer and closer to his growing member. You seemed just as impatient as he did and it made him wonder how long it’s been for you too. He doubts it’s been as long as him. You took him by surprise when you started unbuttoning his jeans with one hand and with ease and he was helping you move them out of your way. Following your lead when your hand began to palm him over his briefs, he did the same.

You moaned softly into his mouth as his hand pressed against your slicked heat from behind with his arm around your waist pressing you into his side. His head was aligned with your heavy chest and when he leaned it against the silky fabric, he could feel the softness of your breasts. His free hand couldn’t stop himself from reaching up and feeling you better. You wore a thin, flimsy bralette that hadn’t even been enough to conceal your nipples throughout the night but it made it easier for him to feel you better. The weight of your breasts was heavy in his hand, flesh spilling between his large fingers and you were so damn soft, everywhere. It made him want to sink into you, press his face between them and just feel your warmth.

Your breath hitches as he circles your clit, sending small shocks throughout your body. He moved your underwear out of the way, revealing your perfect cunt to his fingers with no barrier. Just as your hand snuck under his briefs, his middle finger was running between your folds, slowly letting more into your tight snatch. Even down between your legs were you soft, just as plump and warm. Your hand held his cock now, almost fully hard and with a gentle stroke you felt him hardening even more. Finally his long finger sinks in just as the strap of your dress slipped off your shoulders exposing more of your breasts to him. Without thinking he tugged your bra down making your tits bulge out from on top even more, “You’re so damn beautiful.”

He was being honest as he kissed the plump flesh feeling it bounce along his tongue and he just wanted to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. You didn’t answer verbally but he could physically feel the light squeeze of his cock on an upstroke and he was groaning around your nipple. His face was still rubbing against your breasts as his middle finger pumped in and out of your wet cunt lathering it in more slick and he took the chance to sink another finger in. You gasp, your tits bouncing against his face and he let them rub over his face while simultaneously hitting that spongy pleasure spot in your tight walls, stroking it everytime his fingers sank back in. You were still on your knees on his bed and he was still holding you against his side as you jerked off his cock but he wanted more.

Fingers still inside your pussy, he began to stand not moving your hand off his dick as he lightly pushed you back to lie down. His hand left your folds from behind and slipped it between your thighs again from the front. His pace quickens, and he uses his weight to hold you down, twirling your thick buds with his tongue. You breathed heavily feeling the twitch of his member when your thumb ran over the slit in his tip over and over again.

Without thinking, and probably too rough, his hands were leaving your breasts and pussy to pull at the fabric of your dress. It’s been teasing him all night and he needed it gone, so that’s what he did. The fabric was no match for the rough yank he did on it making it tear open and he was harsh with the way he yanked it off your body groaning at the sight.

He stood taking his jeans and shirt off as you undid your bra kicking it off exposing large breasts to his hungry eyes. His hands run down your middle, the soft chub on your ribs and stomach sinking his finger in and he was staring down at you with awe, “You’re so beautiful.”

“You already said that, I want to know what you’ll do to show it to me,” you teased wiggling your hips when his hand went to pinch at them, squeezing and groaning at the feel. He could feel a bit of your hip bone but it was mostly covered in plumpness that made his mouth water. Your hips were good for squeezing and he wanted to take you. Suddenly, realization hit him like a truck.

“I—I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” you said already reaching between your bodies at his hard clock begging for attention, “As long as you’re clean and pull out.” He gave a brief nod of his head capturing your lips with his as you lined his dick up with your heat and did the honor of taking him. You moaned into each others mouth as he stopped at the ring of nerves that needed a bit more stretching. You were tight, he felt all the soft walls of your cunt squeeze his thick member as he sank in with a groan, squishing against you, breasts against his chest.

“Oh God,” you moaned against his lips at the first real thrust of his cock into your wet pussy and his hand was sliding down to grip your ass while the other was on your breasts. He squeezed both in time with a second thrust, still testing the waters before doing it again, quicker and rougher now.

His head rested against your neck, moaning your name softly, “So fucking beautiful, all of you, fuck Y/n.”

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled into your skin leaning down to take a fat tit into his mouth matching each lick of your nipple with a rough thrust. Suddenly he’s lifting himself up, hands leaving your sides to press against the bed on either side of your head. He looked down at your naked body licking his lips, slowly bringing his hips back before slamming into you with force that had your tits jiggling and his lips parted at the sight, doing it again so it could happen once more.

Jungkook lets out a long exhale as you continue to cry out his name making him work his lean hips, thrusting in and out of you with purpose.

“Jungkook,” you moaned, hands holding his sides as he fucks you, tight abdominal muscles flexing along with the veins leading to his dick all the way from his navel. The position only lasted a moment before he was laying his full weight on you again wanting to feel you pressed against him, body shaking along his.

“I’m so close,” you groaned when he gripped your ass, not being gentle in the way he squeezed, shaking it a bit and using it to fuck your pussy back into his cock, “Let me cum.”

“Fuck,” he slams himself into you feeling his entire body shudder but he was holding off, “Cum, fuck, cream my cock right now.”

“Oh God,” he groaned against your skin when you did just that, fingers curling as your release hit moaning beautifully into his ear and his body shook slightly. He was gentle but quick in the way he pulled out of you, your orgasm wavering as your slick leaked out of your folds. His cock was on your pubic bone now, spurts of creamy semen spilling onto you, covering you in his cum. His hand was on your knee for support but it was no use.

He was dead weight on top of you, but you don’t mind—you brush your fingers through his hair, giggling when you feel his soft lips kiss your breast, “You’re amazing.”

You felt his breathing begin to get uneven and you wrapped a leg around him continuing the brush of your fingers, caressing him since he seemed to need it. You held him in your arms as he clung to you. Now, you’ll admit, at this time you’d start getting your clothes again and find your things to leave. Maybe you would’ve already had a scheduled Uber but you weren’t doing any of that—and it wasn’t because he tore your dress in half. “You made me feel so good,” you whispered softly into his ear and it made him hum in appreciation, eyes shut slightly. He never realized how much tension he’d been holding onto without release until now that you held him.

You were naked and sticky, even sweaty, but that didn’t stop you two from snuggling after sex, his gentle lips leaving soft kisses along your neck tiredly as his eyes shut in relaxation. Like that, you both let sleep take over and you were warm in each other’s arms.

The sun shined brightly against your sleeping face. You squeezed your eyes shut some more but it did little to keep the light away. You decided to move, roll over and hide your face in one of your many pillows but as you tried to, you nearly fell. A yelp escaped your lips, face inches away from the floor as two arms caught you by the waist. Jungkook was half asleep but alert as he looked over your tired form. You fell back onto the twin sized bed pressed against Jungkook’s chest staring at your surroundings.

In better light and a clearer head you had a better chance to look around his apartment. It was smaller than you pictured when you were lying underneath him. You just didn’t realize it was this small. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been to a place that looked like this. His bedroom, kitchen and living room all in one space with ripped wallpaper and broken cabinets. Jungkook seemed to stiffen under you when he noticed where your mind was going.

Last night was… how should he put it without sounding so dramatic? He just felt very appreciated and not just his body but also the things he had to say. You paid very close attention to what he felt and it was more than anyone has in a while. Sure, the fighting gets him attention but not for anything good. It was abuse and exploitation. That made him hate himself but what he experienced last night was lively. He wouldn’t mind getting this feeling because of you again except you couldn’t be any more opposite and that’s what had him skeptical.

“You okay?” He asked suddenly, nervous because you have yet to say anything after your abrupt awakening and he’s itching to know what you think. His shabby apartment looked even worse than he imagined. You just gave a single nod and that made him anxious now, sliding a little out from under you trying not to pay attention to the way you were both still naked. He released a quiet sigh, “If you want to go home now, it’s okay, you can tell me.”

It was morning anyway, he’s not sure what he would expect differently. You seemed to snap out of your own thoughts turning as best as you could to lay on your stomach over him. He looked down at you with an expression you could only read as dejected, sullen or tired even. Your chest rests on his chest as you look up at him, “And what if I don’t want to go home yet?”

Jungkook couldn’t hide the look of surprise on his face when you ran your hand over his chest turning to look at him, “How about a shower together?”

You stared at the man in front of you expressionless, or well, you were trying to be. He, on the other hand, was open with you. A knowing smile on his face with brows raised in amusement. He was even leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, head tilted to the right just slightly waiting for you to speak.

“You’re starting to creep me out,” You said with a roll of your eyes as you looked over the roof, city life thriving about sixty stories below you. Jin cleared his throat, “I was wondering if you had anything to say to me.”

“About?” You asked as the waitress came back with your food. You were seated across from Jin at some high end restaurant for lunch. It sat on the roof of some luxury hotel and it’s where you two decided to meet between your classes. You had a feeling you knew what this was about but you weren’t about to give in. A day and a half was spent in Jungkook’s presence. You didn’t even go to class the following day, instead you stayed in his apartment and did absolutely nothing.

“You’re a vixen, y’know? You sank your claws into Jungkook and got him, I applaud you,” Jin said making you roll your eyes again. “What are you talking about? You’ve got a crush on him or something?”

“I’m just saying, I’ve been trying to get that guy to let loose but all he does is push every chance away,” Jin told you as he picked at his plate. Your eyes narrowed leaning forward against the table, “How do you two know each other, anyway? He didn’t really say.”

Jin sneered, “Of course he didn’t. He doesn’t like it.”

“Doesn’t like what? No, don’t tell me,” you shook your head. You wanted to know because you were definitely interested. But was it your business? Jin smacked his tongue, “It’s nothing serious.”

“I’m his manager of sorts, but also an investor?” Jin said with a shrug taking a big bite, “He’s a boxer, like in the ring with glo—“

“I obviously know what a boxer is,” you said clearly annoyed with your older friend who just chuckled knowing he was getting under your skin. You were curious now, “Besides, what does it matter to you? You work in a law firm.”

Jin groaned as if he had a reason to be annoyed with you when clearly he didn’t, “I’ve got a few interests, alright? Sketchy? Maybe, but it is exciting. I met him a year ago when I was watching a boxing match. He was new and he was good, a lot of strength and control. I just have this idea that he can make it big and I can get him there. It’ll be a give and take. I already make good money off his fights from my cut and imagine what a bigger audience can do?”

“So what you’re saying is Jungkook… he makes money from boxing?” You asked and he just shook his head no. “No, well kinda? His family has a lot of debt—“

“Stop, stop talking,” you covered your ears suddenly, “I don’t want to hear about his private stuff unless it’s from him. I get it. You kinda work together?”

Jin rolled his eyes, “Yes but that’s not what I wanted to talk about. I want to know what transpired you to go with him the other night. I didn’t peg muscular, tatted, brooding men as your type.”

“I didn’t either,” you said honestly, “But I don’t know. I saw him one time before that at a store and he had been bleeding from his forehead. I think that’s why I was curious at first.”

“And now?” Jin asked making your brows furrow. “What do you mean now?”

He sighed, “I mean are you curious still? Jungkook is a good guy, great guy even but it wouldn’t work Y/n. Your parents would kill you if they found out you were seeing a guy like him. He’s not… he hasn’t had the same privileges as you and it just wouldn’t look good. He’s a great kid but he’s got real struggles that you wouldn’t understand.”

“Hypocrite much?” You asked with a tilt of your head, “Like you would understand those struggles more than me? Are you going to tell him this too or just me because I don’t think Jungkook would appreciate it.”

“Jungkook’s smart, I’m sure he understands why it wouldn’t work. You’ve been to his place I assume, you had some thoughts on it I know. But at the end of the day, I’m loyal to you as a friend more than Jungkook. I’ve known you since you were five and I’m looking out for your best interest.”

“I don’t need you to Jinnie,” you rolled your eyes as you pushed your finished plate away. He let the topic drop with a reluctant sigh. He really did appreciate Jungkook as a person and even as a friend of sort but at the end of the day… what they had never went beyond business. The dinner the other night was to discuss another tournament, what happened after was a spur of the moment. He had respect for Jungkook for what the kid has been through but that’s what makes him wary. He’s seen how mad he can get, how little he actually has to support himself and how battered his life was. You wouldn’t fit in anywhere and Jin cares about you too much to let you fall for someone like him.

“Besides, I’m seeing him later after class,” you said brightly. Jin couldn’t argue with you anymore, he just wanted you to know what he thought. He knew Jungkook was a good guy, he just didn’t think he was right for you. Suddenly you flashed him a bright smile, big puppy dog eyes and a bat of your lashes, “You’re treating me to lunch right?”

“You probably have more money than me Hotel Heiress,” Jin said with a scowl but you didn’t let up. Your bottom lip curling down, “But you invited me.”

“Aish,” he rolled his eyes at you as he took his wallet out, “You’re so annoying.” “Thank you Jinnie, you’re the best.”

He took you back to campus after lunch and you went to your last couple of classes. Taehyung waited for you outside your last class, “Jia and I want to go shopping, you coming?”

“No, Jungkook is waiting for me outside,” you told him reading over Jungkook’s text telling you where he was. Taehyung’s brows furrowed, “Jungkook? The guy from the other night? Don’t tell me you’re seeing him again.”

“Fine I won’t tell you.” “Y/n I’m serious, I don’t know him but the other night something seemed of—Y/n!”

“Bye!” You sang as you saw Jungkook’s black, tinted car. He was outside waiting for you and a smile spread across his face. He pulled you in for a hug, “Aren't you cold?”

“Shivering,” you said with trembling teeth and he helped you into his car ignoring the rise of your skirt. Once he was inside he kicked the heat up, “So where do we go?”

He was nervous. He hasn’t seen you in a couple days and now that it’s the weekend he’s not sure what he should do. Is this a date? Do you even want to date him? You didn’t ask him anything over the time you were at his place but he could tell you wanted to. Would you run away when you found out the extent of his struggles? You bit your bottom lip in thought, humming as you tried to think of something, “Lets go to my place.”

So he followed the directions to the other side of the city where he’d dropped you off just days ago. He only got to look at the outside of the skyscraper hotel with your last name displayed in metal letters under the hotel’s name. The inside was gorgeous, marble everywhere with white clay walls and curved edges that gave the hotel a seamless image. Even the furniture was the color of the walls and the only pop of colors were deep green and shades of brown. He let you drag him into the elevator where you pushed for the top floor putting your key in to unlock the floor and he traveled the hundred stories up.

The second the elevator to your floor opened Jungkook’s breath hitched. He didn’t realize you had the entire floor to yourself until he walked in and saw the various doors to different amenities all just for you ranging from private gym to an entire room larger than his apartment dedicated to shoes and handbags. You walked down the hall to the main living space and he continued to look around. Large kitchen, large windows that looked over the skyline with a pool on the balcony.

“So this is your place?” He asked obviously as you went to your bedroom which, once again, was bigger than his apartment with a king sized bed and canopy. You gave a quick nod of your head disappearing into your closet to change into something warmer, “18th birthday present.”

He was too nervous to even sit on your bed but you came out all joyous jumping on him and tackling him down on it. Immediately, a jolt of pain shot up his side making him wince and you jumped to get off his lap. His hands gripped your waist keeping you in place and your brows furrowed in concern. You reached for his shirt when he held your wrist to stop you but you pulled it up anyway. Jungkook’s face heated when you stared at the faded bruise on his side. It was worse than it was when you two had sex, it was more brown now with yellow around the edges since it was old.

Your finger just barely brushed over it enough that it didn’t hurt but he still flinched at the contact making you frown as you straddle his groin, “You were fighting?”

His eyes widened at first but relaxed when he realized who would’ve told you. Maybe you were closer with Jin than he thought. Lord knows he only sees Jin when it comes to the business they’ve involved themselves with. You, on the other hand, were at Jin’s societal level and probably saw him at galas and fashion shows. So Jin told you about the fighting and you still let him into your home? Without another word you shimmied off his lap and he could feel his heart drop. Maybe you were rethinking things. Maybe you saw that it was a bad idea to get involved with him and now you’re backing out. He wouldn’t blame you after seeing the way you lived compared to him. He expected you to kick him out, not to lean down and press a soft kiss on his ribs, “Did you at least win?”

Jungkook gave a slight nod of his head in response and you smiled moving to lay on the bed now right next to him. You sat your head up on your palm looking over to him, “Do you like boxing?” He shook his head honestly and it made you frown, “So why do it then?”

He was quiet for a moment, “I’m good at it and it’s easy money.” “This is easy money?” you pointed to his bruise but before he could answer you were backtracking, “I mean… I’m just trying to understand but you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but lean forward to press a gentle kiss on your lips before wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you into his side, “Why are you so perfect? Aren’t you a little scared? I’m not a good guy.”

“Why? Because you beat the shit out of people for money? Oh yeah you’re such a thug,” you rolled your eyes, “Besides, I’m not perfect, I’m actually a spoiled bitch.” He laughed along with you snuggling in your bed despite the sun still being out.

“To answer your question from earlier, the only reason why I do this is to help out my parents. They’d kill me if they found out but they’ve got a lot of debt and I want to help them how I can. I dropped out of school my final year and I went straight to work,” Jungkook began to open up, “I didn’t want to leave school but we needed the money so I had to get to work. There weren’t many options where I’m from so I packed up my shit and came here.”

“Wasn’t that hard?” You asked cutely and he could see it in your eyes that even if you didn’t understand, you wanted to. He nodded, “Yeah, I slept on a lot of couches at first. I couldn’t get a good job since I didn’t have a diploma but I started working as a mechanic and was able to get the place I’m at now for cheap if I fix maintenance problems myself.”

“I met this guy who told me he knew how I could make quick money and it was just supposed to be a one time thing but I can’t support myself and my parents with just the car shop.”

“And Jin wants you to be a legitimate boxer? Like one of those lightweight champion fighters?” You asked making him crack a smile as you laid on his chest. He began to play with your hair, “Yeah and I just don’t get it. I’m not going to get far. I don’t how to play by all the rules. I don’t think it’s worth the risk. For now I’m fine working at the auto shop.

“But, you don’t want to see if it actually works out?” You asked curiously, “And would you want to work as a mechanic forever?”

“I’m not thinking about forever, I’m thinking about the present and what gets me by. When I get a chance to live comfortably then I’ll look at the bigger picture but I still don’t think it would be boxing.” He was honest and a little blunt but he didn’t mean to sound that way. He was just being realistic. He knows he’s living paycheck to paycheck and still coming up short but it’s what he needs to do right now. He can’t dedicate himself to a career where he doesn’t get paid frequently unless he trains and devotes all his time.

You didn’t say anything for a moment and it made him wonder if he made you uncomfortable. It’s not that he thinks you had it easy growing up but clearly you’ve grown up with a totally different mindset and endless possibilities. After a while before he could backtrack you spoke, “I see what you’re saying, sorry,” you mumbled and he seemed to squeeze you in his hold. He shook his head no though you couldn’t see him, “Don’t apologize. You were just curious.”

‘So can I go to see you?” You weren’t even done saying what you wanted to say when Jungkook was muttering a few ‘no’s’ making you turn to face him now still laying on him. You went to move back and his arm stayed loose around you but let you move, “Why not?”

“Because it gets really ugly and it’s dangerous. It’s not something I want the girl I’m into to see,” he said mixing in a confession and putting it out there for you to understand what he’s on. He absolutely had no desire to get close to anyone romantically but now that he has, he’s really interested. He finds you attractive but it wasn’t just that. You seemed to listen to him and though you could, you don’t judge him— or at least he didn’t hink you do. You looked at him with an annoyed expression but it was playful, “But I want to see you.”

You didn’t directly say you were into him but you did lean in for a kiss letting his lips meet yours softly. You released a soft moan when his arm tightened back around you turning his body slightly to kiss you better. The two of you pulled apart but his hand was still cupping your face gently and he looked down at you. You opened your mouth to say something but he immediately shut you up with another kiss before pulling away again, “So pl—“ Then another kiss on your lips and you couldn’t help but laugh when he did it again quickly now, “Please let me wa—okay!—“ kiss after kiss on your lips so you wouldn’t keep talking about seeing him fight.

He wouldn’t let you.

Or so he thought. Jungkook held your hand tightly as he led you through the thick crowd watching the fight from before. You looked around anxiously now. It was louder than you imagined, dirtier, rougher. It reeked of alcohol and dirty money. You could feel the stares on you when you walked past and though it made you uncomfortable, you felt a little better with Jungkook there.

He sensed your unease because he pulled you closer until his arm could wrap around your waist, pressing his face against yours to whisper in your ear, “You still okay?”

“Mhm,” you nodded leaning in to give him a quick kiss as he smiled, “Alright, I gotta get ready.”

“Jungkook! My man, you’re late,” a guy with a huge grin on his face approached. You ignored the way he seemed to look at your figure but Jungkook was pulling you closer to his side than before. Jungkook just smiled, “Things came up.”

“I see that,” the guy’s eyes stopped at your legs, then your hips, and chest, “I’m Hoseok by the way.”

“Y/n,” you answered in a snobby tone as you glared back at him. He was way too open with staring you down when Jungkook was there. Jungkook thought the same and it had him pulling you along, “I’ll be out in a bit.”

It was still strange to see you in the locker room with him. The same grimy room he was in last time when he was beaten pretty bad and still came out on top. You tried to hide your disgust but he could see it in the way you avoided touching anything. Jungkook cleared his throat, “I can take you back to the car, if you want.”

“Why would I want to leave?” You asked moving closer to him as he attempted to wrap his fists up by himself. Jin should be here soon to help him with that but until then you’ll just watch him get ready. He looked over to you, in your skirt and sweater making him even more nervous. He asked you to dress down, not because he didn’t love seeing your pretty outfits, but because he didn’t want anyone to get any ideas with you. He’d hate to hop out of the ring so people wouldn’t come at his girlfriend. It still feels weird to say that. Never did he imagine he’d get swept up so quickly and yet here you were, absolutely breathtaking and sweet.

His breath hitched so suddenly, your arms wrapped around his exposed torso in a back hug pressing a kiss to his shoulder plate. He turned his head to look back at you and you took the opportunity to kiss him on the lips.

“Sneaky little snake Y/n.”

You pulled away with a roll of your eyes. Jungkook looked to the swinging doors as Jin walked in. Jin glared at you, “What are you doing here? And why are you dressed like you’re going to a summer Christmas party?”

“I’m covering up,” you said only answering his last question as you let go of Jungkook to give Jin a spin, “Don’t I look pretty?”

“You always do,” Jin said with a shrug as Jungkook’s eyes narrowed in his direction at that comment. He still has to get used to the fact you’re very close with Jin. Tame his jealousy and be less serious all the time. His friend seemed to be thinking the same since he rolled his eyes, “Don’t look at me like that. Why’d you bring Y/n to a place like this?”

“Because I asked,” you said when Jin stepped up to help Jungkook put his gloves on. He scoffed, “And Jungkook is fine just doing whatever you ask?”

When Jungkook didn’t say anything Jin released an annoyed huff of breath as he finished up with the wrappings. Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to anyone but you as he lifted his gloved hands to reach for you. Jin looked between you two muttering something under his breath as he walked out the door giving you two a minute. Jungkook put the gloves on your hips as you moved between his legs looking down at him from where he was sitting on the bench. Your arms rested on his shoulders as he looked up at you with rounded eyes. He leaned forward resting his forehead on your chest, “I’m happy you’re here tonight.”

“Really? I thought you told me no,” you said playfully and he looked up again, still resting on you, squeezing you even closer to him. “But it’s nice to have someone there for me.”

You didn’t know what to say so instead your hands slid up from his shoulders to his face and you leaned down to meet his lips. He kissed back immediately, trying to touch you more but his gloves didn’t let him. It was short and sweet only interrupted when Jin opened the door back up.

He looked to you, “Come on, we’ll find somewhere to be, let Jungkook concentrate before the fight. He’s going up against a new guy first.”

Jungkook gave you a kiss goodbye and you told him good luck and left. You stood with Jin at the closest seats to the ring and he was trying to let you know what might happen tonight.

“So there’s two fights for him. The first will probably be the easiest but if he’s too worn out in the second he might not win. Now, he’s got a winning streak and a lot of people don’t like that so they’ll be fighting dirty tonight,” Jin told you honestly, “A lot of people are mad they’re losing money to him and there’s very few rules here. There’s a couple illegal moves but a lot of it is free game so beware he could get seriously hurt. Hence why I want him to go the professional route but he won’t, his family doesn’t want him fighting. If anyone talks to you don’t even entertain it, alright?”

“Yes dad,” you said, though you were definitely feeling anxious now. Music was loud but yelling was louder. It reeked of sweat, alcohol, blood. It was dirty and crowded and you could feel people looking at you. There were very few females here and they all glared at you too. Jungkook told you to not even bring your purse but you still felt like you needed to keep your possession close.

When Jungkook came out in just a pair of boxing shorts and shoes, mouth guard in looking like a completely different man than the one you kissed just moments ago, you saw him in a new light. Reality was hitting you that he was very much an intimidating man. When he passed you by he didn’t shy away from going to you for a good luck kiss before jumping over rope to get into the ring. When he kissed you it only made more heads turn.

You didn’t pay much attention to what the ref[?] was saying because it was so overwhelmingly loud in here. Practically overstimulating you and suddenly you weren’t so thrilled being here. Jungkook looked scary but so damn attractive, jumping from foot to foot getting his blood pumping as the other guy came in. He was roughly the same size as Jungkook, just less muscle. “You’re in for a show,” a voice spoke as someone plopped down next to you. You looked over to Hoseok who now sat on your left while Jin sat on your right.

“How much?” Jin asked him and they leaned over you to discuss betting amounts. When the bell rang you paid your full attention to the scene before you. Since this wasn’t such a professional fight there were less rounds to go through and the first knockout was a win. Only three rounds and he needed to score high on two to win.

The first round wasn’t a clear win. Jungkook did the first hit making the guy stumble back and you understood why everyone was so energetic. This was nerve wracking and everyone shouting for the one they wanted to win was getting to you. It was during the second round when things began to heat up. This time the other guy did the first hit, a hard fist to Jungkook’s bruised side but he didn’t even flinch. He delivered a harsh blow to the guy’s jaw giving him an uppercut that sent him stumbling against the ropes.

His body slipped to the floor, blood dripping from his mouth and your hands clasped together as the referee counted the seconds for knockout. The guy attempted to get back up but only kept slipping down on the floor. When the whistle blew the round was given to Jungkook. You clapped happily now making him look over to you with a small smile. He was already drenched in sweat, long hair stuck around his face and clearly out of breath. Jin got up with a bottled water and towel taking it to Jungkook as they talked about something you couldn’t here.

“What do you think so far?” Hoseok asked you as the third round started and your eyes locked in on the fight. You have a shy shrug, “It’s… new.”

Hoseok chuckled, “I bet it is, you’re the only one I’ve ever seen wear Cartier here. Better to take it off before someone else sees it.” You nodded but you didn’t take it off in case you’d lose it. Instead you hid it under your sweater now. The third round was quicker, it took one blow for the guy to fall and laughter rose around you.

By the end of the fight, Jin was hurrying you up to the locker room assigned to Jungkook again. Jungkook was already at the sink examining the damage but when he saw you he hid his bruised side. You didn’t even have to say anything when he was reaching for you, “You okay? Is this too much? I’ll have Jin take you to the car, did anyone say anything to you? I’m sorry, this is probably jus—“

You shut him up with a kiss, his body immediately relaxing into it as his head tilted to the side to deepen it with his tongue. Jin audibly gagged behind you, “I miss Jungkook when he was depressed. Now all you two do is eat each other’s faces off. How you feeling Kook?”

“Good, nothing major,” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly when Jin passed him an ice bag. The break till the next fight was really short. The guy he would be going up against had already fought his contender when Jungkook arrived. Once they have their fight and marks are tallied they’ll know who wins. If he wins he’ll be able to pay off some of his loans before the loan sharks come knocking on his door again. He’ll send money for his parent’s bills. He’ll pay his car payment, utilities, buy groceries, and take you out on a date. It won’t be as nice as you’re probably used to but hopefully he can do something. He’ll show you that even if he doesn’t have the kind of money you do, he’ll do anything for you to see how strongly he feels.

Having a support system in the audience cheering him on was motivation to win and he promises he’ll win for you. You wanted to watch him fight so he’ll give it his all.

You got back to your seats once the warning for the next fight came. Jin clutched your hand, “You’re holding up better than I thought. You’re usually more high maintenance. You don’t even like going to the gym because it makes you sweat.”

“But sweat looks so good on Jungkook,” you answered looking at Jungkook, “Now shut up. The fights about to start.”

“You think this guy’s got a chance against Seungmin?”

“Nah, he’s not that focused tonight. Probably because his bitch is in the crowd.”

Your brows furrowed at who was talking about you. Jin shook his head when you tried to turn and look, “Just ignore it.”

The first round started heavy. Jungkook’s opponent threw the first blow right in his face. His head whipped back as he was hit in the nose and you visibly winced. Jungkook didn’t feel too much pain from it, probably due to adrenaline, but it made his eyes water and blur for a second giving the guy a chance to hit him in the gut.

The crowd was going crazy around you as Jungkook delivered three hits in but his body collapsed to the floor. The guy had hit the back of Jungkook’s head that had him stumbling down on the floor in pain. You gripped Jin’s arm, “Isn’t that illegal?” He only shook his head, “Not here.”

7…

You waited to see if he’d get up but he couldn’t lift his head. Your leg was bouncing anxiously and before you knew it, the round ended with a knock out. Jin got up immediately going to Jungkook’s aid and he looked worse for wear. The round was given to the other guy and before you could even think you were walking to the rope. Jin was wiping blood off Jungkook’s face grabbing the back of his head checking for blood.

“He’s got a heavy hand,” Jungkook panted out of breath feeling his ears drum. Jin held his head, “Block your fucking head Jungkook. He’s playing extra dirty, he’s going to keep going for it if you’re already injured.”

“Jungkook,” you said softly making him turn, finally noticing you and suddenly he was sitting up on the stool. He sniffled, “Yes baby? Are you okay? I promise I’m fine, if it’s too much don’t look—“

“Fighter’s ready!”

Jin gave Jungkook a kiss on his forehead, “Two rounds. You gotta win this and then you get a pay grade. Alright?” Jin led you back to your seat before you could even talk to Jungkook more but maybe it was for the better.

Jungkook was tired, worn out from the last round and the fight before. His opponent at least had resting time after his fight since Jungkook’s fight was after. Jungkook didn’t get as long of a break before he was thrown into the last fight. He stood in position for the bell to ring but the guy across from him was jittery.

A smirk on his face as he looked over the audience before he snickered, “Brought your toy along? I like her, might just take her from you.”

Jungkook tried to ignore it, jaw tense as he reeled in his anger. The guy was a shit talker, he wanted to get in Jungkook’s head but he won’t let him. He just wants Jungkook to lose focus but he won’t. The second the bell rang Jungkook gave the first hit, getting Seungmin right in the stomach before giving him another hit on the side of his head.

You watched anxiously, Jungkook seemed to have felt better enough to fight back stronger. Hoseok looked over to you, “The kid’s got it, he’ll win.”

You’re not worried about him winning. You’re worried about how hurt he’ll be after and you understand now why Jungkook didn’t want you here. He was strong, he could fight and hold his own but watching him get beat black and blue was heartbreaking. But you couldn’t look away. You were at the edge of your seat, there was blood dripping down Jungkook’s eyes painting it red but he kept fighting, he stayed on his feet even when he was backed into a corner. He blocked his head with gloves and when Seungmin least expected it he punched his nose then jaw. The opponent’s body whipped with the force of the hit and though he tried grabbing rope, he crashed to the floor.

Jungkook was jumping from foot to foot keeping himself moving as the ref counted down to knockout and he released a breath. He sat on the stool in the corner of the ring tipping his head back staring up at the hanging lightbulb over them. They’re tie. This last round will declare the winner of this fight and it has to be him. He can get a few hundred and though most will go to bills he swears he’s going to try and take you out.

Jin was in front of him again, this time he pressed an Enswell to the cut above his brow, “Last round, it’s yours man, I can feel it. You’re faster, you’ve got more coordination. How’s your eye?”

“Hurts like a bitch,” Jungkook confessed through his mouth guard. He turned to look for you but stopped, wincing when Jin wiped the blood away. The cold metal against his skin was numbing the pain but he could still feel his eye swelling, “How’s Y/n?”

“Fine, focus on your opponent not your girlfriend,” Jin said harshly but he only meant it out of concern. He wanted Jungkook to be focused so he wouldn’t get so roughed up in the last round.

Now it was the last round. He shifted his mouth guard to fit better as he stared at Seungmin. He watched his head turn to look at you, eyes wandering up the expanse of your legs to your skirt. His words were mumbled due to the guard but he could understand him clearly, “Yeah, I’ll take her as my prize. She’ll look good as my bitch, bet she’s got a fat ass t—“

Jungkook shoved him, the crowd growing louder as the ref blew the whistle, pulling them apart. The guy only laughed glaring at Jungkook, “Look real nice with her legs spread just for me. She tight?”

The whistle blew.

The first throw Jungkook took didn’t land, it was too blinded by rage that Seungmin touched him first backing him up into the corner again with his larger build, “Bet she likes to fuck dirty with that body.”

Jungkook struggled, moving too quick to cause real damage and block his eye at the same time. Seungmin kept going, “You think she’ll put up a bigger fight than you? I like the figh—“

His breath was knocked out of his body when Jungkook threw a direct punch to his diaphragm making him stumble back. As he clutched his chest Jungkook took the opportunity to hit where his kidney should be, bringing the guy down to his knees in pain.

You were on your feet with everyone else cheering Jungkook on unbeknownst to what was being said about you. Though Seungmin was down, anytime he tried to get up Jungkook would stop him. With an uppercut, Jungkook punched right at Seungmin’s ear sending a ring down his ear drums and he fell to his side.

But Jungkook didn’t stop. The gloves made it hard for him to really get his hands on him but he wasn’t done. He didn’t even care about the round. He cared about beating the fuck out of this piece of shit for talking about you, so he did. He got over the guy, straddling his curled position as Seungmin blocked his own head from being hit. There were no rules outside of no weapons, and no weighted gloves so he wasn’t stopping until he was dragged off of him.

“Jungkook!” Jin called out when Jungkook brought a fist back and hit over the man’s hands getting as much of his head as he could. He raised another arm to do it again as the whistle blew.

He delivered another blow feeling the bounce of the mat, the ref saying he won since it was a knockout but he wasn’t done.

Just as he was ready to give him another hit he was being yanked off but he wanted more. He wanted the guy bloody and bruised for the way he talked about you. He lurched forward to do it but strong arms held him back, two people telling him to stop. The ref raised Jungkook, “The winner! There, you’re done with the fighting!”

He had to be dragged out of the ring by Hoseok and Jin. He could barely see out of his eye and the crowd half cheered half booed, “Where’s Y/n?”

He was feeling dizzy, drained and tired. Jin sat him down on the bench and you went to get ice. You wanted to cry though you had no reason to. He just looked so scary out there but also, he was clearly beat. You had to collect yourself instead of let your emotions show. You’re the one who begged him to let you see him fight. You passed the bag to Jin feeling like you needed to catch your breath. Jin let you sit next to Jungkook who seemed too far into his own world to pay attention.

He was hot, his body was on fire and he was breathing heavy, leg bouncing as he thought back to what Seungmin had been saying. The fucking disrespect. Even if you weren’t his girlfriend, how could Seungmin say things like that and expect Jungkook to not react? He wanted to fight him again, it was all he could think about.

“Take the keys,” Jin told you and you did. Hoseok came in shortly after, “I’ve got the cut. Seungmin’s mad, cussing at everyone saying it’s cheating.”

“Says who?” Jin scoffed making Hoseok shrug, “No one. Jungkook won, everyone could see Seungmin was instigating and now he’s mad he got his ass handed to him.”

He chuckled as Jin took Jungkook’s gloves off and the mouth guard fell to the floor. Jungkook grabbed a t-shirt ignoring his wounds as he stood suddenly. He grabbed his things and like confused idiots you all rushed after him.

The place was still bustling with drunk energy and Seungmin’s voice was heard over it all.

“Take him out the ring and I’ll fucking beat him.”

You stayed a little behind as Jin tried grabbing at Jungkook but he just pushed him off.

“I call rematch and I’ll take the money and his bitc—“

Okay, well now you knew what he had been telling Jungkook. Jungkook turned Seungmin around but before the guy could react, a hard fist was colliding with his nose. Screams erupted, some urging the fight, some calling security. This entire time Jungkook had been silent with only a deadly look in his eyes. You gasped loudly when the guy threw Jungkook off trying to get on top of him but Jungkook wasn’t letting him. His fists weren’t stopping and they were covered in blood now.

“Jungkook!” You didn’t know what else to do. You couldn’t just go in and stop the fight like an idiot but you didn’t want Jungkook to do something he’ll regret. Jin seemed to be thinking the same because he did try and get Jungkook off only to be shoved aside.

Suddenly, security was there, picking Jungkook up with an arm around his neck locking him in. He fought against the hold once Seungmin was sitting up spitting out blood but Hoseok cut in. You didn’t know he was the one in charge of it all but it made sense now.

“Enough!” He yelled out, “If you’re not inside that ring you’re not fucking fighting or your asses are done!”

You walked to Jungkook practically feeling the heat radiating off him but you tried being gentle as he fought against the security still, “Hey, Jungkook.”

He couldn’t even look at you, eyes set on the guy and before he could stop himself he was lunging for him again catching security off guard and accidentally releasing him. Seungmin fell into a group of people when Jungkook did it again. You covered your eyes blocking out the yelling as they tried getting him off.

This time security wasn’t so nice, picking Jungkook up and throwing him on the ground making him gasp for air from his injuries. You immediately went to him, “Stop, please, can you please just stop.”

You didn’t notice you were crying as Jin helped Jungkook up and silently dragged him out. Jungkook was mad even as you made it outside.

“I fucking told you not to come!” Jungkook yelled, “I told you Y/n.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you apologized, making Jin shove Jungkook into the passenger seat. “Stop acting fucking crazy or I’m leaving your ass here and taking Y/n home.”

You had the keys with you, hurrying to start the car so the two of you could leave but Jin was at Jungkook’s window. You rolled it down for him and the look on Jin’s face was saddened.

“Hoseok took half the cut for fighting outside the ring.”

“What?” Jungkook asked sitting up in his seat. Jin just nodded, “Took it, man I told you not to act out.”

Jungkook took the amount that was in Jin’s hands counting it up before cursing. It wasn’t nearly enough, not for everything. It wasn’t even enough to pay his family’s bills. When Jin pulled back you took the opportunity to drive but you didn’t take him to his place.

You were struggling when you pulled into the parking spot in the hotel parking garage and dragged him out. The garage was connected to the side of the hotel so you took him in the elevator as far as you could go and went up. As long as you avoided the lobby nobody would no how badly your boyfriend was beat.

He was silent now, all the pain finally hitting him at once and he felt hopeless. All that was for nothing. He won but at what cost? He let his emotions get the best of him and he yelled at you. Fuck, why did he do that? He couldn’t even apologize, it’s like his mouth had been sewn shut and look at this. You’re having to drag him yourself because he can’t walk himself. How pathetic.

When you got to a floor you found a cleaner and called to her as you got onto the right elevator hiding Jungkook against the wall, “Take a first aid kit to my room.” Everyone knew who you were and you couldn’t risk Jungkook being seen and your father being notified. The woman just nodded, running off already and you went to your floor. Jungkook didn’t say anything about coming to your place instead of his. He would’ve if he wasn’t trying to faint.

It didn’t take long for the first aid kit to get to your place and he followed you in.

He didn’t feel too awful but he was embarrassed. He didn’t even want you looking at him. His eye is practically swollen shut but thankfully it wasn’t the side with the piercing on it. He could still feel some blood on it but he had to force himself to ignore it as he followed you to your bathroom. You were bent over running the water in your overly large bath tub. You directed him to sit on the marble side of it and he did as told. You reached out to pull his shirt up but he stopped you.

“I can do it,” he mumbled looking down, “I’m fine.” You tried getting him to look and he wouldn’t but when you lifted his head he turned away making you frown, “You sure?”

“I don’t want you seeing me like this,” his voice was raspy, “Fuck I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry for yelling at you earlier.”

“It’s okay,” you said, holding his face gently, “But look at me, please.” It took him a second but when he did you released a sigh. You had a warm wet cloth as you began cleaning his eye area, “I’m here.”

He looked at you close to tears. “You don’t have to do everything alone. I want to take care of you too,” you said, making him sniffle. He shook his head, “I always do it alone, it's okay.”

“It’s not,” you said once he was finally undressed. You checked the water and poured some bath salts in and urged him to get in. He was naked in front of you but you couldn’t look at him, he didn’t want you to see all the pain he went through even if he says it’s not that bad. You sat on the edge of the tub waiting for him to get in and he did so shyly. As he sank into the warm water he looked back at you, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you in the car. I’m sorry you had to see me like that, okay? If you don’t want to be with me because of it I wo—“

“You won’t what? Stop me?” You asked cupping water in your hands and letting it run over his body, “So if I tell you right now that I don’t want you, you’ll just leave without a fight? You must not like me that much.”

“I love you,” he blurted out, happy that he was facing the wall instead of you but he would rather have you in here with him, “That’s why I wouldn’t stop you from leaving me. I’m not good enough for you.”

“Says who?”

“Y/n be serious, please,” Jungkook released a sigh turning to look at you. Now that he’s more cleaned up his wounds don’t look so bad but his eye was still swollen and his knuckles were bloody, “Look at me. Look at what I did tonight and where I live an—“

“I am looking,” you told him with your hands in his hair wetting it, “And tonight made me realize that I’m in love with you. I don’t care about where you live, I don’t care about any of that.”

“But I do,” he said when you started tugging your skirt and sweater off. Yes, he wanted you in his arms in this tub big enough to fit four people, but he didn’t want to just think about himself. He wanted you to know that he understands how different you two are and if tonight scared you, he understands why. He was a monster.

“Why?” You asked, sinking in across from him, “Why do you care about that stuff if I don’t?”

“Because it’s not enough for you. I want to give you so much of myself. I want to treat you the way you deserve to be treated and I can’t,” Jungkook said honestly, voice cracking here and there, “I’m not good enough, I fight to make money and look what happens. I can’t control myself, I yelled at you for no fucking reason and I hate myself so much.”

“Because you yelled at me or because you don’t think you’re enough?” You asked cautiously, making him shake his head no but he didn’t even know what he wanted to say. Yeah, he strongly disliked himself. He worked his ass off and it was never enough. He never had enough money, enough food, enough restraint, stability, or love.

You were careful when you leaned forward placing a soft kiss to his jaw, “I know you didn’t mean to snap. I know your buttons were pushed. I know you were stressed out and I don’t blame you at all. If I did I wouldn’t have you here with me. I don’t know how much more direct I have to be for you to see that I care about you so fucking much.”

“I don’t care about money, or yelling or any of that shit, I care about you and how you make me feel so safe because I know my strong boyfriend will beat the shit out of anyone who talks about me,” you said making your tone lighter at the end and he almost cracked a smile. He would never let anyone treat you any sort of way. That’s true.

His sore hands were holding your waist now underwater trying to pull you onto his lap. Though he’s been hit a few times in the gut, the place he was most hit was his face. His lip was pulled between his teeth, “My fighting scared you.”

“No, it didn’t,” you confessed, “What scared me is knowing that guy could do pretty much anything to you and it wouldn’t be breaking the rules.”

“I know,” he said, agreeing with you. It was getting extremely dangerous. If he gets hit in the head any more times he’ll get punch drunk before he’s 26. It’s not the fighting that’s the problem it’s where he’s doing it that is, “But as embarrassing as it is to confess to you, I need the money.”

“I understand baby, I’m not saying anything about that,” you told him honestly, running your fingers through his hair, “But it doesn’t have to be this way.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I agree with Jin,” you told him making his brows furrow as much as they could. “If fighting is what you’re good at and you want to fight then go ahead. It shouldn’t matter what anyone thinks unless they’re here caring for you instead of putting more stress on your shoulders. I know your family doesn’t like you fighting and honestly, after tonight, I didn’t like seeing that but it’s not because I don’t support you.”

“It’s because I do, that I want you to have better opportunities in a safer, more regulated environment and not some dingy ass fight club,” you told him with a kiss to his shoulder blade, “So I think you should think about going professional. Jin and I have good connections everywhere and with the right training you can get really far. But if you really don’t want to then I won’t ask anymore.”

“You think I can do it? How am I gonna have time to train when I’ve got to make money,” Jungkook asked, suddenly thinking about it. You were a lot more convincing than Jin but maybe it’s because you’re so loving—and naked in his arms.

“I’ll help you with mon—“ “No,” and he was unconvinced, “I’m not taking handouts. I’m sorry baby but not from you. You’re my girlfriend, you’re not supposed to have to let me borrow money. I want to be able to take you out and spoil you and I can’t if—“

“It’s not a hand out, it’s your girlfriend wanting to do things for you because she really loves you and wants you to be at a point in your life when you’re not stressing over every little thing,” you told him. He shook his head, still unconvinced. He can’t. He can’t. He loves you too much to put his worries on your shoulders. You pressed a kiss to his collarbone, “Besides I’m not saying you won’t be able to do it on your own, I know you can.”

“What I’m saying is that you don’t have to do it alone, and if it’s not money that you want help with that’s fine but don’t shut me out because you’re scared of relying on someone else. You’re too used to being the one dealing with your problems and everyone else’s. I want to be the one you have in your corner.”

“So I should go pro?” You nodded making his eyes dart around in thought, “I’ll still be fighting but I know now it’s because I like it.”

“Yes but you’ll be doing it as safe as can be, I don’t want you to go into a fight like this again and the guy do anything he can to get you down,” you told him and he looked up at you.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I am… I am asking for your help,” he struggled to get the words out but he did, “Because I don’t want to keep living the way I am, barely surviving and having to do dangerous things to get by. The reason why I never considered it is because I wouldn’t have the time or the money or even the support but I have you now.”

“You do,” you smiled, “And even if it doesn’t work—it will—but if it doesn’t, I’m still going to be here supporting everything you do.”

“I love you,” he blurted out looking in your eyes, “So fucking much and I’ve never felt like this for anyone else. I’m just sorry you have to see me like this.”

“Shhh,” you pressed your lips to his, “I love you too.”

You gave him a chaste kiss, “But we need you training on defense asap.” His brows furrowed as you continued, “I’m serious, you’re a good fighter but when it comes to blocking hits you suck.”

The two of you laughed lightly at that. It was true. He was a street fighter only using his fists to fight but when it comes to defending himself he’s not so quick. Hence why his face is usually the most damaged. His fingers sunk into your sides, “You gonna be my new trainer, baby?”

“Maybe, I know my way around a fight.” “Mmm, you’re gonna have to show me some moves but not in the ring.”

Your eyes rolled playfully, “Not tonight, you’re probably tired after your rounds.”

“I could still go for another round or two.”

“Are we still talking about fighting?”

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To DeServe You. - Ch.01

Pairing: Choso Camo x Fem!Reader,

CW: JJK AU, Angst, Good Boy Kink, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Oral, BDSM, Unprotected Sex, Edging, Drunk Sex, Aggressive Sex, Overstimulation, Yan(dear)y Choso🖤

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Synopsis: Reader is working hard, meeting new people in a new town, and runs into someone she never thought she'd see again. After she left an impression on him that he never forgot, he vows to do anything he can to solidify a connection between them that will cause her to stay by his side for good.

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Ch.01 - Unexpected

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There he was again.

That guy, “Mr. Kamo,” in the same spot.

Curiosity bloomed more inside you every time you walked by and saw him sitting there. He sat alone, as always, nestled at a table in the corner of this fine dining restaurant.

It’s been nearly four months and he never missed an opportunity to show up, the light gleaming onto his face from his laptop as he sat comfortably in what appeared to be gray designer medical scrubs and black Pumas.

He ordered a light meal since it was late evening, just as he did every week: a Hibachi Steak appetizer, a side spinach salad, and a Hennessy XO.

He seemed to be a considerably quiet man: kept to himself, and was always polite and respectful to the staff and other customers. Yet, though the walls of the front half of the restaurant were lined with windows at each table, he made sure to sit at that one, specifically. Your table, every time he arrived.

At this point in the night your body was really starting to hurt. Two doubles, twelve hours each, and it felt like you’d been on your feet, shocking them with pressure from each step on the cement tile every second of each day.

“Girl, your table is ready to leave,” Shoko muttered, rushing past you.

“Okay, thanks! I’m bringing them their check now,” you replied with a quick huff, as you ripped the receipt from the printer at the computer and grabbed one of the puffy checkbooks from the stack next to it.

Finally, I can get out of here.

You whined to yourself as you rushed over with the thin piece of inked paper in your hand, along with the hope of receiving a fat tip.

“Hey! When do we get our dessert?!”Your customer at the last table yelled. They’d ordered it less than two minutes ago.

Two tables left in your section, and you, Shoko and Yuki were the last three on the shift. You turn to your frustrated customer, apologetic since you knew desserts were made-to-order. Like they care.

“I’m so sorry for the wait. It’ll be out in just a moment, sir,” you replied, hoping they’d calm down.

“My dude... relax. She’s working on it.” A kind and familiar voice is offered up as you set the book with the check down on the customer’s table.

You look over to see your regular, the handsome “Mr. Kamo”, addressing the customer in an attempt to correct their rude behavior.

You were surprised to hear him speak that way, since he was usually so quiet and reserved.

“That’s not my problem!” The customer griped.

“It kinda is your problem, though,” Mr. Kamo advised as he sat back in his chair, legs stretched out, feet firmly planted flat on the ground as he spoke with his hands. “You asked for a made-to-order dessert. So yeah, waiting for it to be made is part of the process, right?” He continued.

You smirked in his direction, appreciative of him sticking up for you.

Shoko then emerges from the kitchen with his plate. You breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks,” you said gratefully as you took the plate from her hand and set it in front of the customer.

“No problem girl. Done and done,” she mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes toward the table as she handed you a new check without the dessert on it.

“Tough night again, right?” Mr. Kamo muttered, his voice as deep and buttery as always as he tucked his signed credit card slip in his book, handing it over to you. No doubt with another large tip scribbled onto the total in chicken scratches.

“Yeah. You know how it gets around here when there’s a concert downtown. It’s always good to see you though, Mr. Kamo,” you reply, accepting the book from his outstretched hand.

“Just ‘Choso’. I’m sure we’re about the same age right?” He said, smirking as he glanced up at you from his laptop.

You’d never seen a man up close so beautiful and mysterious. His layered, jet-black hair was thick and healthy, hanging past his large eyes in long strands, the sides and back stopping just at his shoulders.

He’s pretty tall, with a perfect athletic build, solid and noticeable even with his baggy clothing. As gorgeous as he was, he had ... a scar... on his face, stretching clear across the bridge of his nose, a scar that oddly intensified his appearance, making him even more of an enigma and, somehow, even more attractive. You glanced down at his bare ring finger, wondering what his story was.

“Here you go,” you turned to slide the dessert guy’s new check to him. “Thank you so much for waiting, sir. Your dessert’s on the house. ““

He huffed as he snatched the checkbook from your hand.

You turned to see Choso glaring at the customer. If looks could kill, the guy would legitimately be dead.

Hot and protective sure is a hell of a combo. You lock eyes with Choso, flashing him a warm smile with a blush, mouthing a ‘thank you’ for helping make your night at least a little better.

A smile curled up into the corner of his full lips as he asked, “Got big plans after work?

“Uh... Well, I can’t say yet,” you reply with a sigh, “since my girls usually have what we’re doing in mind already by the time I finish my shifts.”

You shoot a quick glance up at him from the money you’re counting after you’ve pried it from the pocket of your apron, and notice he’s watching you intently with his hands interlocked in front of his mouth.

His intense gaze often puzzled you. Possibly making you a bit ... uneasy? Though, you couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. He was a stunning man. And seemingly as sweet as they come, but there was something so familiar about him... A familiarity that seemed to cause a shyness to creep up into your belly in the form of butterflies.

You began folding the cash, stuffing it back into your pockets as you glanced toward him again, “My back and feet are really killing me so I may just ... go home.” You sighed as you sat down at his table, crossing your foot over your knee.

It was common for him to sit there for a bit after most of the customers had gone home. You’d make small talk with him, mostly about random nonsense, and he’d close down the place with the last stragglers, the regulars that received free drinks here and there.

As a result, you, and a few of the employees got to know him a little, though he rarely, if ever, offered much personal info about himself. Most of the time, your collective questions were met with just “yes” or “no” answers.

“You should do some stretches before you go to bed tonight,” he advised as his eyes traveled up and down your presence.

You frowned as you squeezed your foot through your non-slip shoe. “You think so? I try to do them in the mornings.” You muttered through gritted teeth as you pressed on a particularly painful area.

“That’s good too, but considering how hard you work here, and the pain you mentioned, stretching before bed will help with blood flow and relax your muscles. Might also help you get some better sleep,” he continued, observing your tired, glazed over eyes.

“Oh, okay,” you frowned, cocking your head to the side. “I hadn’t considered that, especially since I’m usually so exhausted by the time I go to bed. At that point, all I can think about is sleep...Thanks. I’ll try it tonight,” you said, as your smile spreads a little wider across your face.

If you didn’t know any better, you might have thought you’d seen him blush a bit as he averted his eyes back down toward his computer.

“So... I’ve been kinda curious about you,” you prompted, “What do you do, Choso? I see you come here in scrubs most of the time,” you inquire, genuinely interested.

“They’re actually Masseuse tunics,” he replied, glancing down at his clothes, then back up at you, resting his cheek in his hand.

Your eyes brightened at the information you’d gained, “Really? Are you a Massage Therapist?”

“Hey!” Shoko interrupted, yelling across the empty restaurant toward your table. “Are you gonna get clocked out or are you staying here to lock up?”

She turned her attention to Choso, “Mr. Kamo, we’re trying to get outta here!” She whined.

He chuckled, looking over to you. “Guess we both better go huh?”

“Yeah,” you turned back toward him with an apologetic smile as you raised your index finger to Shoko, gesturing to her to give you a minute.

Choso closed his laptop and grabbed his things from under the table. “You guys working tomorrow?” He asked, standing tall as he whipped his bag over his shoulder.

“Actually, no. Thank God,” you rolled your eyes, “I can’t imagine being here again tomorrow. I’m off from both of my jobs for the next couple days.”

“Both jobs? You have another one?” He quizzed, surprised.

“Yuuup. Well, most of us here are working toward other things. Shoko’s in medical school, Yuki’s training to be a mechanic, and I’m a social worker at a non-profit nearby.”

“Wow. That’s... amazing. And a lot,” he says with his eyebrows raised.

“Well, this place is a damn good side hustle,” you chuckled as you stood with him.

“Seems like it,” he uttered, appearing intrigued by your words as he smiled, his gaze softening.

His anxious eyes traveled over to where Shoko stood, quickly averted to the floor, then back up to meet yours. “So... I'm uh... I'm having people over tomorrow night. You think maybe you'd wanna come by?” he offers.

Your head snapped up to face him as a wrinkle formed between your eyebrows and your lips flattened into a hard line. You slowed your pace to nearly a halt, as you walked him toward the front. “That's different... you've never invited any of us out...”

“Yeah, I know...” he muttered shyly. “But since I've been coming here, I noticed you seem to be a pretty chill group of girls. Believe it or not, I've been wanting to for a while.”

“Really?” You asked, curious what kind of gathering he had in mind.

“Yeah. You, Shoko and Yuki,” he shrugged, “it'll be just a handful of friends. Nothing crazy. A few people, a few drinks.”

You take but a moment to deliberate. You figured you'd seen him and chatted with him more than enough times to accept his invitation, and the idea of being that much closer to him seemed to flare a spark inside you.

“Sure.” you shrugged. “Why not? I'm in. I'll ask the girls if they wanna come.”

He nods, a shy smile gracing his face, “Cool. Why don't you plug your info in my phone? We'll keep in touch.”

You paused for a moment, taken aback by the idea of exchanging info with him suddenly as he passed his unlocked phone over to you. You always wanted to, but it never dawned on you that he'd actually initiate it so casually.

“Um... Okay...” You take his phone gently and add your info, handing it back as your eyes travel up toward his face, his hooded gaze and vacant expression locked on to you as you place the device back into his hand.

Your big eyes glanced up at him and back down to the phone in intervals as your lips disappeared into your mouth and blood flooded your cheeks.

His eyes seemed to survey every one of your features before he finally spoke. “See you later then?” He asks with a subtle smirk as he moves toward the door, pressing in the golden handle to leave as he waved back toward Shoko's agitated glare.

You walked over to her with a wry smile on your face as you approached.

“What were you guys over there talking about for so long?” She asks as you follow her out the back door for her end-of-shift smoke.

“He was inviting us out tomorrow night.”

“Really?” Her face mimicked the same confusion yours did. “Out where?”

“His place, apparently,” you shrugged, shaking your head, “said he's having people over and wants us to come by.”

“Wow. Sounds cool. Seems like a great guy, too,” she lights up and takes a puff as she finds her stool she kept outside to sit on. “'Cept I think he's just trying to get you over there.”

“Huh?” You uttered, “What makes you think it's just me?”

“What do you mean?” She huffed, “He's been sitting in your section every week, consistently, for the past few months. You're telling me you haven't noticed he's into you?” She asks, as she takes another drag of her already half gone Newport.

“Oh come on. I mean, for all I know he just likes the window seat,” you shrugged. “It'd be kinda arrogant for me to assume he's just there for me.”

“Tch... How much did he tip you?” She asked, with her eyebrows raised.

“Oh, damn I didn't even see. You called me over before I could look at his check,” you dug inside your apron and grabbed the last black book you had inside and opened it.

Your lips parted slightly mimicking a jaw drop when you saw the number. “Shoko...” you said, as you looked over at her, wide-eyed.

She glanced over your shoulder at the check. “Are you kidding me?!” Shoko chuckled, nearly choking on her cigarette as she saw his tip was two-hundred dollars, on top of the mere eighty-five bucks he'd spent on food.

“What the hell?” You said, frowning as you slapped the book shut.

Shoko giggled, “That's damn near five-hundred dollars he's spent on you this month, just coming to eat at your restaurant,” she murmured.

“He tipped you too, when he first started coming here!” You whined, a poor excuse to justify your position.

“Girl, please,” he gave me like forty bucks that night, and it was only because you weren't here!” She retorted, laughing. “Meanwhile, he's made you a regular monthly expense.”

You sat there in shock, realizing she's probably right, but not understanding what the hell he's doing. “Who does this? And … If that's the case, why hasn't he just asked me out? It's been nearly four months.”

“He just did, right?”

“Yeah, but after that long? I don't get it,” you said, completely perplexed.

“Look, let's just show up tomorrow night and see how it goes. Maybe you'll get some answers then,” she opened the back door, staring with raised brows, holding it open for you.

“Just exactly how long did you plan to have me waiting in here?” Yuki asked as she saw the two of you coming back in from the rear patio.

“My bad, Yuki. You know, you could've just come outside with us.” Shoko grumbled.

“And end up smelling like cigarettes? No thanks,” she retorted. “Can we please get out of here, I don't like hanging out where I get paid.”

Shoko huffed, “Oh my god, woman, alright. Let's get home.”

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“Are you sure this is the place?” You asked Shoko as she drove down the dark road full of trees.

“That’s what’s in the GPS...” she said, frowning. “Unless he gave you shit for directions.” She let her window down a bit as she lit another cigarette.

“It’s awfully dark back here,” Yuki complained, with a turned-up nose, barely making out the trees whooshing past the window though the pitch black.

“Yeah it is...” Shoko squints through her smoke and the faint glow the headlights provided, regardless of the brights.

“Looks like we’re finally close at least,” Yuki interjected, peering at what was a glimpse of a few lights in a house at the end of the road as she rolled her window completely down. “Shoko, God. I really don’t wanna smell like cigarettes when we get there.”

“Oh, be quiet, you’ll live,” Shoko retorted.

“Oh ... my god,” you replied, picking up on what Yuki saw, the building finally coming into view. “Looks like we’re ... here?”

Shoko was seemingly just as shocked as you. ”Whoa,” She muttered.

As the headlights of the car illuminate the property, you pull up to a beautiful, eclectic, mini-mansion nestled away in the middle of this thick forest. The wheels of the car rumble softly as you roll up onto the smooth bound resin driveway of a three car garage.

“What does he do again?” Yuki asked, her brow furrowed in confusion. “You said he was a massage therapist?”

“Well, we were getting to that part but...” you started, as you shook your head, your eyes darting every direction, taking in the beautiful surroundings.

Shoko shifted the car into park, then turned it off. You all paused, gawking at each other, ears perked as you made out distant sounds.

“Hmm, I hear music... let’s go in. I’m a hell of a lot more curious now.” Shoko grins as she makes her way out of the car.

You all exited the vehicle, then walked slowly up the stairs to the front door as the tall glass windows displayed a perfect view inside the house.

An adorable young guy with pink hair flung the door open, wafting the cool air around as it seemed to pull you in. “Hey, what’s up? You guys friends of Cho’s?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Shoko says as she introduces all of you.

“I’m Itadori, Cho’s younger brother. Come on in,” he said with a bright smile as he stepped aside to let you through the door.

One of the first things you notice is the scent. It was a fresh, yet herbal aroma with a hint of dark musk. Strong enough to be obvious, but not overwhelming; lightly overpowered by the smell of the food.

You step into a huge room, onto the beautifully finished hardwood floors of a space so vast and open, you could see straight back into the kitchen, and beyond to more large windows connected to a door leading to the back of the house.

The second floor was also visible from there, and as your eyes traveled upward, you notice a huge, wooden, intricately carved chandelier fixture mimicking tree branches, hanging from the ceiling, it’s lights brightening the entire space.

There were plants everywhere. Hanging plants, potted ones on the surfaces and a few large houseplants strategically placed about, a couple of them mini trees, stretching up nearly ten feet. There were even dried herbs hanging in the open kitchen.

The place was lit dimly but sufficiently, as the bulbs from the chandelier reflected beautifully off the windows. The entrance opened to the living room. A staircase along the exposed brick wall to the right of the door lead up to the next floor, the wall adorned with a few abstract paintings.

The kitchen, where Choso stood talking to two handsome guys, was full of modern stainless steel appliances, and every area was spotless. The taller guy was making drinks with a huge smile on his face.

The atmosphere was breathtaking. Warm, and inviting. You’d only just arrived and already didn’t want to leave.

“That’s Todo and Ino in the kitchen with Cho,” Itadori said as he locked up the front door behind you. “Make yourselves at home.” he walked over toward the quartz top island bar in the kitchen where the boys stood.

“Holy sh-...” Shoko mouthed to you, amazement plastered on her face as she looked around. “Let’s see how these drinks taste,” she says, smiling widely.

The three of you wander over to join them. You’d never seen Choso this way before. He looked so happy and relaxed in his element.

“He seems a little different here, right?” Yuki whispered to you.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“Hey girls. Thanks for coming,” Choso’s face seemed to light up as he popped what appeared to be a piece of dark chocolate into his mouth.

That smile, though small, formed a tiny dimple between his cheek and his mouth. You didn’t see that often, if ever, considering his usually quite stoic expression. But you sure as hell wouldn’t mind seeing more of it.

“Thanks for the invite,” Yuki said cheerfully. “This place is gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” Choso replied. “Did you find it okay?”

“We did, though we were a little worried when we realized it was back here in the trees,” Shoko jokes.

He chuckled under his breath. “Yeah, sorry about that. It can be a little confusing. Especially in the dark.” He looked over to you, his eyes slightly hooded, piercing. His smirk still playing at his lips as he leaned against the counter. “You want a drink?”

“Sure,” you answered, trying hard not to keep gazing curiously at him as if you’d never seen him before. He somehow felt even more familiar now that you were in his space. You really did feel almost at home.

His eyes softened even more, blinking once sleepily as he spoke. “What do you drink?”

Gah... that face would surely be the death of you.

“Uh... I guess it depends. I should probably take it easy though, since I didn’t really eat much for dinner.”

“Hmm...” he said, contemplating as he finished his chocolate. “Ok... one Bloody Mary, coming right up. I’ll even add a celery stalk.” He said, his eyes almost refusing to tear away from you as he turned to make it.

You pressed your smile in, flattening your lips into a thin line. Fine and clever. “That’s actually perfect. Thank you”.

“Of course. I hope you can relax while you’re here.” His demeanor emitted a quiet confidence, but was contradicted by the slightest bit of timidity, making him all the more beautiful.

You tried focusing your attention toward your friends, yet Shoko and Yuki had already become preoccupied with talking to the other guys. It was becoming a little more obvious that Shoko was right.

You watched as he meticulously crafted your drink in a metal shaker first, then poured it into a small mason jar with a handle, adding a salt mix to the rim, then dropping in a celery stalk and ... a skewer... with food on it?

You frowned in confusion, having never seen anyone make a bloody mary look so ... delicious. He added chicken breast cubes, black olives, and cheese from the snack plates he had out. It was crazy.

“Wow. How did you learn to do that?” You asked, fascinated by his ease.

“My mom,” he responded with a small sigh, “she’s brilliant in the kitchen.” He’s quiet for a beat, then asks, “Come outside with me?” as he nodded toward the back door.

He grabs both glasses and walks toward the door behind the kitchen, which led out to his enormous fenced backyard, the entire area surrounded by even more lush green land.

On your way out, you eyeballed the girls so they’d have an idea of where you were headed. “So... I’m more curious than ever now, Choso. What is it that you do again?”

“Yeah, we didn’t exactly get to finish that conversation, did we?” He blushed as he looked down at the drinks in his hand, passing one to you.

You shook your head, taking a sip. Your eyes brightened, brows furrowing as the flavor hit your tastebuds. “Wow, that’s good. Even a little spicy. Yum...!” You giggled, sipping more.

“Thanks. I’m glad you like it,” he said with a grin, obviously pleased with his handiwork.

He sits down on one of the chairs in front of a crackling fire pit. You sit at an angle next to him on another chair. He took a sip of his drink, minus the food.

“So... I actually have a doctorate in Hematology and own a Massage Clinic.”

Your eyes grew wide as you sipped. “What?” Surprise and genuine interest gracing your voice. “Wow... Y-You own one?” One of your eyebrows shot up. “Well, that explains the sound advice you gave me before,” you huffed, smiling brightly.

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “I worked pretty hard in college. Nothing mattered to me more than getting out on my own to make enough to take care of my mother.”

“Your mother?” You echoed, curiosity growing behind your eyes and voice. “Where is she now?”

“Well, she and my father separated when I was in college. Things were... difficult. But she’s doing well now. I actually got this place relatively cheap off of her. It belonged to both my parents. She moved back home and didn’t want to sell it outside of the family,” he explains to you.

You nod slowly as he elaborates and you hum, “I’m glad she’s well now. This house...it’s immaculate. Looks like they put a lot of work into it. But so did you, right? Now that I know what you do, it definitely suits you.”

He looked up at you with a warm smile, “Thanks. It’s pretty convenient for work. A lot of the herbs I use for tinctures and aromatherapy are here on this land. I even work from here when offering services to some of my VIP’s.”

You raise your brows, intrigued, “VIP’s, huh?” It was proving to be exciting getting to know him. Turns out he was far more interesting than you thought, but you wanted to know more.

“Yeah, some of my clients I went to school with, and some I met at events. Business just grew from word of mouth. I can’t say I’m good at networking.” He looked up at you after a pause. “But...I’m actually curious about you, too. How did you end up getting into social work?”

“Well, after I finally chose a major at college, I studied for the degree, then received an opportunity here in this city to work at a great place.” Another smile spread across your face as you looked out into the dark green of his vast backyard. You took a deep breath and continued, “It’s good money for the time I’m there, but I’m not as often as I’d like to be. I do love it, though.”

“So, at your part time job you help people, and at your full-time job you serve people?” Choso asked, his lips turning up in one corner.

You glanced down into your glass with a huff, “Yeah. I guess I do.”

“Who’s serving you?” He asked, his eyes burrowing into yours as he peers up at you from his position in his chair, one eyebrow raised.

You return a shy glance in his direction, your brow furrowing a bit, eyes fluttering as you search your brain for what felt like an answer to a trick question.

“I uh... I dunno,” you sighed, and silence falls between you. “I suppose I could ask you the same thing, ’Doctor’.”

“Touché,” he murmured, letting out a small chuckle.

You laugh softly at his reply. “But... there’s something else that I don’t understand. I mean, you’ve been visiting us nearly four months now, and never invited us out. Why tonight?” You squinted, “And ... What’s with the crazy tips?”

He smiled, looking down at his drink, his feet planted flat on the ground, resting his elbows at his knees. He took a deep breath and looked up at you as if you already had the answer.

Your head cocked to the side, curiosity obvious on your face, not to mention, your apparently very strong drink was starting to kick in.

“What’s a guy like you doing coming to a restaurant on a weekly basis, just to drop large bills on a woman you just met?” You press further.

He continued to hold his head down toward his drink as you spoke, swirling it around in his hand. His eyes flick up suddenly towards you. “Tch... You’re just as fiery and tenacious as always.”

“Always?” You echo; the buzz in your head created by that delicious drink traveling quickly through your system, the smell of it, even the fragrant greenery outside complimented it.

The more you relaxed in that atmosphere, the more you noticed about him, his features grew more attractive to you by the second.

Aside from the effects of the alcohol, a warm feeling washed over you. It was as if his meticulously curated environment had created a sense of relaxation that enveloped you. Clearly, he’s good at his job.

“Yeah,” he says, eyebrows raised, nodding. “Do you recall your last year of college?”

“Mmm...” you hummed, taking another sip. “Yeah. Well, most of it. I dealt with a complicated situation back then.”

“What kind of situation? If I could ask,” he requests gently.

You let out a soft sigh, strangely not finding it hard to open up at this moment, “I ended up in a coma for three months of it,” your brows formed a hard line in the center, “I really don’t even recall the reason. I just know I ... woke up in the hospital after having been out of it for that long.”

Choso frowned as he turned his gaze toward to you. “I’m sorry something like that happened to you,” he said as he looked out into the lush yard in the back of his house. “How badly were you hurt?”

“Well ... I had a concussion, a broken leg, and a fracture in my ribcage,” you tell him. As you took a breath, the aroma of burning wood blended in with the fragrance of herbs and the taste of fresh tomato, basil, and ... something else on your tongue. “According to my mother, I had been... attacked... by some of my classmates.”

“Attacked,” Choso uttered, still peering out into the yard, the word reverberating much more like an echo as opposed to a question.

“That’s ... awful,” he frowned, “You’re okay now though, right?” He asked, his gaze now raking over you as if searching your body for wounds.

“So far so good... I have a few scars though, of course,” you huffed.

He paused, slowly nodding. “Did uh... did you have a lot of friends back then?” his voice, lower and softer than before.

“I’d say I had a few. One in particular that I was really close to: Utahime. She’s still living in my hometown. I did have one other ... acquaintance ... of sorts. But... before we could get close, we kind of separated.”

“What do you mean ‘separated’?” He asks. You’re too buzzed to notice how seemingly interested he is in this topic with the endless questions.

“Well, he was a shy guy. Super smart and a bit of a mess. Wore glasses... He took a class with me, Psychology, but was one grade below me. I tried talking to him from time to time when I’d see him around since he was alone so often. I even tried helping him once. But it didn’t go well.”

“What happened?” He inquires almost immediately.

“Uh...” you frowned, sighing, lips scrunched up in one corner. “It’s kind of a blur...” you said, squinting as you shook your head. “I can’t even remember his name at this point. I don’t remember much at all about him except that I felt so...” you looked over at Choso, “comfortable with him.”

Your eyes darted back out into the yard, your expression softening as you spoke, thinking about this old friend of yours as you sigh softly. “He was brilliant, too. And quiet. I remember admiring how well he grasped the material.”

You stirred the remainder of your drink with your bamboo straw, continuing on, your frown deepening as you remembered the not so pretty parts of college...

”Some guys with a fraternity...ugh, they were such jerks... ridiculed him all the time. Masked it as joking around,” you scoffed quietly, shaking your head, “They kept taking his glasses, mocking him... It was so childish. I remember they broke a pair. It pissed me off ‘cause he never bothered anyone. I reported them but it was brushed off.”

Choso’s eyebrows jumped as he rolled his eyes. “Yeah... it was kind of a mess there,” he grumbled.

Your eyes flicked in his direction as he sat on the chair, “Did I tell you what school I attended?” You asked, now swaying a bit as you peered at him. Maybe you mentioned it in passing, but you didn’t recall doing so.

The crackling of the fire rang louder than his voice in your ears. He prompted you to continue. “But ... What happened to him after that?” He asked, taking another sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving your face.

You cocked your head to the side, “I don’t remember,” you said, as you ripped your gaze away, turning it toward the floor, in hopes that the blank canvas would help refocus your mind and maybe trigger a memory.

It’s silent for a beat, as your gaze trails over the floor, then back up to the vast forest ahead. He does the same, both of you just basking in the silence of the surrounding nature. Fragrances and flavors seemed to come to life in you senses, a tinge of particular floral and musky aromas surfacing in your palate.

You sit with your last sentence for a moment, thinking about how people come and go in life, the alcohol really making you dwell on it, and you bring your gaze to him.

As you begin to speak, he looks back to you curiously, “Isn’t it both beautiful and heartbreaking how people can come and go in your life? How they exit after they have fulfilled their purpose? Kind of like... hah, like a theater stage being life. And they exit the stage once they have finished their role, and you don’t see them until the credits - the credits being when you die, but even then, you probably won’t acknowledge them if the font is tiiiiiny,” you squish your thumb and index finger together with a little giggle, but Choso doesn’t share your humor in the matter.

He looks hurt. Pained, even.

“I’m sorry,” Choso says quietly.

“What?” You said, squinting in his direction. “That was so long ago. It’s really nothing to be concerned about now. Thank you, though.”

Choso put his glass down and stood, walking over to you, stopping a foot in front of you. “No, I mean, I’m sorry,” he said firmly, staring into your eyes with an intensity you hadn’t seen before.

“I um ...” you looked up, gazing at his concerned face. “It’s okay. Seriously. It’s ... not that big a deal anymore...” you breathed, wondering why or how this conversation suddenly became so much heavier.

“I’m sorry I did nothing,” Choso grimaced a bit as he spoke, cringing at his own admission. “I was a coward,” he held his head down in shame, as if in confession, as if spilling secrets that had been hidden, concealed in dark places within his heart.

“What?” You whispered again, gawking at his face - that pretty face - and your head tilted slightly, “I don’t understand what you mean.”

“You were so good to me,” he says, his eyes moving to meet yours. “Those assholes... they called me ‘So-So’. Tch. After everything, I really worried about you when you didn’t come back to school.”

You peered at him through your lashes for what felt like far too long. He holds your gaze, and you can see fear, hope, and regret swirling in those dark eyes of his.

What does he mean? He sees your internal battle, and he breaks the eye contact, casually looking down to his shirt where there were a pair of glasses sat snugly over the first fastened button.

You blink, slowly, the expression on your face morphing into one of shock.” Oh my god,” you gasped, unable to believe what... who you’re seeing.

Choso remained frozen in front of you, a slight hunch in his back, his eyes surveying your features which finally appeared... scared? Or just confused.

At that moment, it was impossible to know what to say. You found it very strange that you hadn’t registered the fact that a pair of glasses had been present there the entire time, though you acknowledged that your attention was drawn mostly toward his face since you’d arrived. Had he ever worn those to the restaurant?

It was as if you’d been under a light form of hypnosis, a daze of sorts that you’d somehow found comfort in. Though somewhere deep inside you, you were relieved the familiarity you felt toward him could now be traced back to a source.

“It’s been a really long time. I know,” he spoke softly as he hovered, no, towered over you. “I’m really sorry... for what happened.”

You were stunned, yet tipsy as you stood there, letting the revelation stew inside you of just exactly who had been sitting so close to you, having conversations with you, practically just paying you for the past few months.

Your breaths passed through your lungs much faster now as your eyes widened, taking in each part of his face, his body, his appearance, not knowing whether to be pissed, or to ask him how he’s been and be happy you could see him again.

The fact that your perception of him had completely shifted, that he’s now an entirely different person, someone you vaguely knew, weighing a thousand pounds on your chest as you took in this, “glowed-up” version of him.

“You asked me a question earlier,” Choso says, “That’s um...” his lips flattened into a thin line, “one ... of the reasons I’d been going to the restaurant. I came to see you every week because... I wanted to repay you.”

“Repay me?” You stood, staring, completely taken aback. “For what?”

“I feel... responsible,” he said as he straightened up. “Responsible for what you went through...for what happened.”

“How are you responsible?” You ask, heart hammering in your chest.

“It’s my fault. If you hadn’t been friends with me...” he shook his head. “I just have to make it right.”

“Friends with you?” Your face contorted in confusion. “You think that somehow caused a problem?”

Choso kept his head down, the look on his face a mix of sadness and frustration.

“Choso, I don’t even remember what actually happened. There were witnesses, but... It could’ve been a complete misunderstanding. Or even a total accident. To be honest, it’s a lot to rehash. Based on what I do know, I don’t understand your ... perception.”

The tipsiness in your body had numbed the feeling of revisiting this topic somewhat, and it hits you all of a sudden. You looked around, beginning to feel slightly dizzy, but very confused, not realizing you’d allowed a couple of tears to fall from your face.

“I um... I have to go,” you finally manage to get out.

You looked around for somewhere to put your glass down as you stood, shocked it wasn’t already shattered on the ground.

Choso stepped toward you, “Please–”

“No, it’s okay,” you interrupted, your hand raised as a silent request for him to keep his distance. “I just... I need to leave,” you tell him, shuddering as you exhale.

Your eyes darted back and forth as you attempted to gather your thoughts, remembering that Shoko and Yuki were inside. You turn to grab the handle of the door and push it open, walking straight past the four souls in the living room who now had terribly worried looks on their faces once they processed the look on yours.

“Shoko... um... will you...” you swallow thickly, “will you please take me home?” Your voice quivered as you worked to keep your flushed, teary expression to yourself.

Shoko panics a little, confused as you cross the room to the front door where she follows you, “Of course.”

Both her and Yuki’s attention turn to Choso, his expression pained as he stands at a ‘safe’ distance from you, yet making sure you get out okay.

“Is everything alright?” Yuki asks, obviously worried.

“Fine,” you nodded, “Totally fine. I just need to go,” you said, forcing a smile as you headed toward the door, both of your friends in tow.

Choso nods gently at her and Yuki, averting his eyes downward, then toward his friends. He walks over to the front door and locks it as he watches you get into the car and disappear back through the woods heading home.

↞ ··· ↠

You had actually lost sleep last night. Your brain was riddled with thoughts that kept churning repeatedly in what felt like an endless loop.

You never imagined running into anyone from your past, and of all people, him. Especially after having moved to an entirely different city. You had all but forgotten the heartache that came with that experience and now...

It happened a long time ago. Nearly ten years. But the PTS attached to it took years to shake, especially since there really wasn’t much closure, only questions and confusion.

No one had ever bothered to apologize for what happened, and up till now, the only ones who acknowledged it were your parents and the police who had investigated based on eyewitness testimonies and hunches.

Not to mention your hospital bills and time lost, having to retake missed classes, and the embarrassment of having gone through something so horrible. And since you transferred schools immediately after that, you never imagined anyone from there would be back within your proximity, and such close proximity, at that.

How did he even know where I was? I’ve been here over a year.

You couldn’t make sense of why this was happening. As you completed your morning rituals, your phone rang. A call from Yuki.

As you answered, you noticed a single text message from Choso.

Choso: ”Please forgive me.”

Your heart thumped once, heavily in your chest. I can’t believe this.

You answered the call from Yuki. “Hey.”

You had briefly yet vaguely explained things to the girls in the car on your way home last night.

“Good morning, how are you feeling?”

“You know, I really don’t know?” you huffed, staring at the message he sent. “He texted me this morning. This feels so strange. I thought that whole experience was far behind me.”

“What did he say?” She asked.

“‘Please forgive me’. That’s all.”

“What is he asking you to forgive him for?”

You let out a heavy sigh as you processed that. “I really don’t understand it myself. And to be honest I’m not sure I wanna know.”

“Why?”

“Well, I don’t recall why things happened the way they did. After what it took for me to get past the stress of it, I can’t say I have the desire to dig it all back up again. I don’t get why after all this time he’d show up here.”

“Is your gut telling you something’s wrong?”

You took a moment to consider it, “Actually, no. I don’t remember ever having a single negative feeling around him during school.”

“Well, he’s been pouring money into you for a while now, do you think he has an ulterior motive or something?” She inquires.

“I truly have no idea,” you sigh.

“Maybe just talk to him a bit more? Find out what he wants. That’ll give you some more answers at least. Then you can decide whether to cut ties if necessary.”

“Yeah. I guess that makes sense. I mean, it’d be great to know that much.”

“I’m curious what the hell was going on with the fraternity. Were they really so wild at this university that this behavior was blatantly ignored?”

“Well, he definitely wasn’t the only person to experience them, they were just meatheads being assholes as far as I know. It was frustrating, though. That’s one of the reasons I bothered to intervene. Even I got tired of it.”

“Yeah. Can’t say I blame you for that. I would, too. But look, don’t allow yourself to feel pressured to deal with it all right now, though. Just...take your time and handle it the way that’s best for you,” she says gently.

“I’ll do my best not to wrack my brain over it.”

“Will I see you tomorrow at work?”

“Yeah, but only tomorrow night. I’ll be at the center in the morning.”

“Alright. Relax ok? Make sure you sort out exactly how you feel first.”

“I will. Thanks, Yuki.”

You bid each other goodbye and hung up. Your eyes flicked around a bit as the wheels in your head turned, already neglecting to keep your promise to Yuki not to worry. You gripped your coffee by the handle of your favorite mug, curling your legs up on the couch as you stared at his text.

You: When I was hospitalized, why didn’t you come to see me?

Choso: ...

It took a while for him to answer, you watched him type, then delete, then type, then delete again, evidenced by the bubble appearing and disappearing. You weren’t sure if he was making up an excuse, or actually having a hard time with the question.

Choso: I couldn’t face you.

Choso: Not after everything. Not until I could repay you.

You feel your heart clench and start to beat faster as you read his messages, and you type your response quickly with the first thought that comes to mind.

You: It happened long ago. The damage is done.

Choso: And it’s my fault. I’m sorry.

Choso: I’ll work to make things right. As long as it takes.

Choso: I could never make it up to you but please let me try.

Choso: Please.

The more honest you were with yourself, the more you were able to simply admit that you weren’t quite sure how to navigate this situation.

You: Why did you take so long to tell me? At the restaurant...

Choso: I wanted to talk privately.

Choso: In a better environment. & I didn’t want to scare you.

You sit and stare at your phone, and then up into space as you visualize his face in your head. It’s so crazy that it’s really him.

The guy you helped gather his things after he fumbled his books. The one who sat at the library studying alone only to be harassed by a group of random students with apparently nothing better to do.

What happened to him was pretty fucked up. He didn’t deserve that.

But of course, neither did you.

Who is he now?

He’s older, maybe wiser, but ... what could you expect from him?

He’s been to the restaurant many times, and was never stand offish, or fearful... not to mention his appearance. He was practically unrecognizable as your old classmate.

But... he was still warm. Still sweet. Still brilliant.

It was just so strange seeing him again. Being in contact with him again. And it seemed that you’d spoken more in these few months than you had the entire time you were acquainted with him during college.

Choso: I just want to do right by you.

You: ... I gtg for now Choso. Ttyl ok?

Choso: Ok.

↞ ··· ↠

You were already tired by the time you went back to work the next day. You suspect it was mental exhaustion. You had talked to a few kids at the Center earlier in the day, and they had actually lifted your spirits, but you couldn’t help how difficult it felt to just get back to normal.

After a few hours there, you had finally made it to the restaurant, walking in through the back door, just in time to pick up a full section of four tables.

“I’m sorry about this,” Shoko apologized as you were wrapping your apron around your waist. “Mahito is an asshole. He talked to the customers at the door and sat them all at your tables even though we told him you weren’t here yet.”

“Ugh! What the hell is his problem?” You griped.

“I wish we knew,” Yuki answers, “Don’t worry though, we got all of their drink orders. We’ll just transfer all of the checks to you when you’re ready.”

“Oh, I have the best friends everrrrr! Thank you!” You gave them a grateful look and smiled softly as you grabbed a checkbook from her.

“You’d better remember that when it’s time to pool tips,” Yuki quipped.

“Ha,” Shoko laughed, eyeing you playfully, “For real.”

“Oh don’t worry I won’t forget!” You called out as you rushed toward the front. You were already a little tired from having worked that morning, but your second wind was coming on.

You check yourself in the mirror in the doorway to be sure you’re straight before you head to your section, scraping any lint from your crisp uniform and apron. You saunter over to your section, and...lo and behold.

A familiar face sitting at your corner window table.

He was breaking his routine.

He had just been there a few days ago and wasn’t scheduled for at least until the rest of the week was over.

Yuki walks by you, raising her eyebrows as she heads to her tables and mouths, telling you with her eyes as well, “Talk to him.”

Neither of your friends had bothered mentioning that he was there.

You quickly cut your eyes at her before you approach him, your smile fading as you drew closer. “Ahem ...” You clear your throat as his head is buried in his laptop. He was wearing all black today, relaxed and casual with black combat boots and a hoodie, hair down, looking particularly ravishing.

“What can I get you tonight?”

“I don’t need anything else but this right now,” he says as he nods toward his Hennessy, his dark locks falling over his face, quickly swiped behind his ear as he stares up at you.

“Okay,” you reply, turning away. “I’ll be back in a few min–”

“Except...” he grabs your arm to stop you, “you can tell me what I can do for you.”

“Um...” you laugh nervously as you look down at his strong hand wrapped completely around your tiny wrist. “Choso... come on... I’m a little busy right now.”

“Okay, okay. I know. But if you’d just tell me real quick, I’ll be cool,” he says, taking a sip of his drink, using his free hand, his eyes raking over your form.

“We’re ready to order,” another table calls over to you.

You glance over to them before turning back to Choso. “I have to go...”

“Alright,” he says, slowly releasing your arm, causing your hand to slide through his, his fingers tracing your palm as you pull away.

Choso sat there. All night. Just as he had the last time he was there.

Ironically, his presence made your night easier, considering you didn’t get other customers sat in that spot.

You were finished with work by 9:30, feeling completely drained as you cashed out. You walked toward the front to leave, only to see Choso sitting at a table close to the door, waiting.

Your stride slowed as you approached, “You know you could just text me, right?” You mumbled.

“Obviously. But why, when I can see you in person?” He stood up from the chair, causing you to look up at him as he slipped the strap of his bag over his shoulder, both of you, just standing there for a moment.

“Come to my house. Have dinner with me.” He paused, “I just wanna... talk,” he gazed down at you through his darkened eyes, taking in your form and your sweet face as his eyes landed on your lips.

“It’s late,” you sighed, averting your gaze down to the floor as you tried to hide the heat rising in your cheeks from his intense stare, “And I’m tired.”

“This weekend, when you’re off,” he suggests.

You took a deep breath, figuring you may as well hear him out. You nod once and exhale slowly, “Okay.”

Choso nods, towering over you, savoring your presence one last time with a hint of satisfaction on his face. “Cool. Friday night then,” he says, his smile warming your heart as he disappears through the double doors.

“That looked like a positive interaction,” Shoko jokes as she heads toward the front door to take you home.

“Well, we’ll see about that. I have no idea what to expect from him honestly. Besides more apologies,” you laugh a little, making light of the situation.

“That’s a start, right? I mean, he’s been on your ass for months now,” she teases, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. He’s definitely persistent. I’ll give him that,” you mumble, watching him through the windows as he hops in his car and pulls off.

Shoko chuckles at you, an unlit fresh cigarette between her lips, “Alright. let’s go.”

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Choso picked you up in his deep green Rivian. As he opened the door for you, he had to help you to hop up inside. Another pleasing aroma, cedarwood, perhaps?, filled the space of the ride, the lights softly illuminating the interior against the dark of the night, the soft music adding a sweet touch to the atmosphere.

After you’d settled into your seat, he closes your door and walks around to his side and climbs in, looking as amazing as always, his glasses tucked in a black henley with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and gray sweatpants.

His hair was down, his tattoo peeking out from under the sleeve of his right arm, his muscles flexing as you watched him shift the truck’s gears. The way he lit up your insides, you’d definitely call him hot. But, you remembered, that wasn’t always so.

However, he was always sweet, making his sexiness even more attractive now.

You tried keeping your eyes on the road, stealing glances at him every so often as he took control of the car, and of where you were going. There seemed to be a sense of comfort and relaxation that came with that, which you loved.

You glanced down at his legs as they stretched out underneath the dash, one knee waving back and forth as he kept his right hand on the wheel, the other pressed against his pretty lips, his focus straight ahead.

If only things weren’t so complicated.

You arrived at his home, and as you walked into the beautiful foyer, you could already smell some of the food he’d begun to prepare.

“Dinner will be ready in a minute. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Thanks” you replied, following him through the main room to his grey quartz island as you sat on the opposite side, observing him closely while he made his way around his kitchen.

As beautiful and strong as he was, Choso had a grace about him that was almost mesmerizing. Every movement, intentional. Every intention, deliberate. He lifted each vegetable up to take in it’s aroma before cutting, as if the fragrance was the final quality assurance test it was required to pass before use.

His tendons flexed clearly against his muscles as he carefully chopped each one, their juices barely spilling onto the cutting board by way of his razor sharp knife. Choso calculated every motion, and savored every moment as he moved, as if the journey toward the end of his process was equally as pleasing as the reward he would receive for the final result.

He served the plates on the corner of the island, as he sat across from you. “Enjoy.” he prompted.

He’d prepared a perfect Kobe steak, medium rare, with seasonal veggies and truffle mac and cheese. And boy, was it divine. The steak practically melted in your mouth, seasoned perfectly with herbs, the veggies were crisp and fresh as if he’d picked them himself, and the mac and cheese was decadent and rich.

“That was ... so good.” you raved, one eyebrow hiked up. “Did your mother influence your cooking skills also?” You ask him as you finish the last of your drink and set the cup down gently.

He smiles softly, his gaze traveling up to yours, “Yeah. She told me, ‘A man’s gotta know his way around his own home’. I learned plants from her, too.”

“She seems like a wonderful woman,” you reply, the tender look of nostalgia on his face making your heart skip a beat, and his deep voice vibrating you to your core.

“I’m glad you agreed to come,” he murmurs, that beautiful smile peeking again.

“Yet ... I really am still wondering why you invited me,” you tell him, “Choso, I hate to sound too... forward. But...is there something you want from me? I’ve been trying to figure it out, and I just ... can’t.”

He glanced up, locking eyes with you for just a moment, looking away quickly as if the contact had somehow triggered him.

“Look... I know I can’t change the past. And I’m actually genuinely happy that ... despite how fucked up everything was back then, we’re in good places in life. I just... I can’t help but feel like I’m indebted to you.”

“Indebted?” You shook your head, rolling your eyes in a huff, upset that he feels so much guilt still, “Choso, I’ll admit. I was shocked when you told me who you are. It really threw me off. I spent a lot of time getting over what went down back then. So yeah, seeing you here, now... it was... debilitating. I don’t know. Maybe I realized I needed something...some kind of closure? But you’ve apologized... for whatever it is you think you’ve done. We can leave it at that.”

He leaned against the island, his body facing in your direction, his eyes studying your face, following your every gesture, his gaze sorrowful. “I really am sorry. I wish you could understand how sorry. I regret not standing up to them on my own to begin with, but I regret even more that I wasn’t there for you.”

You purse your lips for a moment and let out a soft sigh, and he continues.

“It’s crazy how this kinda shit follows you into adulthood. For a long time, I let what they said about me shape who I was. And not being who I wanted to be made it worse. I was fucked up. For many reasons.”

He stood from his chair and walked over to you, and you feel your breath hitch as the distance between you grows shorter. “You don’t know this … because I never told you. But... your presence in my life meant … the world to me.”

You turn the stool and your body toward him, your legs propped up by your feet as you observed his expressions. His sincerity remained at the forefront as he spoke, sparking memories of the sweet guy you were once so kind to.

“You were one of the only people who made me feel like myself. Like someone who mattered. Like who I was meant something. All I want now, is to repay you for what you were for me. I’d like to do the same for you.”

Your heart clenches and you swallow as your brain processes his words.

He stepped closer, “You were always sweet. Always helping. Always kind. Even now. You haven’t changed. After everything that’s happened to you.”

You blink, your eyes glassy as tears cloud them for a moment.

“But...Choso, what have you been doing all this time?” You think aloud, your eyes shrinking into a squint, “You created a great career, a home...why haven’t you put this behind you?”

He shrugged, lips curling downwards a little, “I found out that you’d moved here after I started my practice. My mother had already been planning to move out of this house for a while.” he spoke softly, “I got busy focusing on my work, building this life,” his eyes scanned the room.

“I came here...” he continued, “hoping to be closer to you.”

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hometoursandotherstuff · 1 year ago

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I don't know what to make of this weird house, built in 2003 in Round Top, New York. The description says it's a compound, and has 6bds, 8ba, $3.7M. It looks like it's built from metal sheets, but look at the heavy lanterns and columns, plus the etched glass above the door that says "Crows Nest." I don't know, it just strikes me as strange. Take a look at it.

It appears that the entrance hall is made to look like a vintage home, but they gave it an industrial cement floor and it's part of the living room.

The fireplace is lovely and looks vintage, but who hangs paper lanterns from medallions in the ceiling? The area next to it turns ultra modern w/large glass windows.

Above the vintage part is a railing that looks like a choir loft.

Rustic kitchen with black cabinetry.

Rustic hand-hewn wood in the kitchen.

Family room with a nice fireplace.

Old timey shower room with beadboard paneling and embossed wallpaper with simulated Victorian tin ceiling tiles.

Down the hall is a bar.

And, behind the bar is a wine room.

Kinda love this sink, but not against knotty pine walls.

The primary bedroom is modern and has an extremely ornate doorway.

In the modern en-suite is a medieval chandelier and statuary flanking the tub.

Secondary bedroom is like a little farmhouse room with bright yellow beadboard walls and ceiling, plus a farm light fixture.

Funky little bathroom.

This looks like a family/game room.

But, it must be for guests, b/c there's a dorm style bedroom, too. Although, it is described as a compound.

Bath for the dorm room.

Container garden outside.

Interior of the vast barn-like outer building.

Nice outdoor patio and fireplace.

Cute little treehouse to sit in.

All set on a whopping 170 acres of land.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/278-Crows-Nest-Rd-Round-Top-NY-12473/246326661_zpid/

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One Step Away From You (Chapter 17)

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Chapter Summary: When Eddie takes you to look for apartments in Indianapolis for college, he can no longer fight the fears that come with it or stop them from affecting his mood. WC: 3.2k Warnings: MDNI. A short angsty chapter with fluff and comfort at the end. Explicit language. Eddie's moody in this one. Continuing their growth together. We're getting close to the end of this series and this will be the last of the angst to come! Series taglist: @littlexdeaths @siriusmaraudeers @amandahobblepot @eddie-is-a-god

Sunday, May 18th, 1986

The classifieds section in the latest edition of the Indianapolis Star sits in your lap, red ink circling the multiple destinations on you and Eddie’s agenda for the day. You take a deep, reassuring breath in an attempt to settle the anxiety creeping into your gut as the highway exit for Indianapolis appears, willing excitement and hope to take its place instead.

With your choice to attend Indiana University in the fall solidified, now it’s time to find a place to live and the prospect of living in a dorm does little to excite you. Many of the classified ads for apartments in the paper appeal to the working college student, promising the perfect fit with a close proximity to campus.

“Where to first, babe?” Eddie asks from the driver's seat. With a quick look at the coordinated red markings on the classified ads and map of Indianapolis, the van follows your directions toward the first address.

After a few minutes, the van slows to a stop in front of an apartment building. Outer walls made of faded red bricks rising 5 stories tall, dark fire escape stairs settled near the white edged windows. Nothing fancy, but decent enough to fit the bill. With a quick glance to Eddie, he gives you a tight-lipped smile before you two depart from the van and head inside.

The expectations from the outside coincide with the inside. A one bedroom apartment. The smell of cleaning products provide some relief as you look over the cream colored walls paired with worn cherry wood floors and molding. Slightly dated white appliances match the tile flooring in the small, but adequate kitchen. Big windows fill the rooms with soft sunlight, allowing a view of the heart of the city. Exploring the bedroom and its attached bathroom, you can’t stop yourself from visualizing all your belongings filling the quaint apartment. What you’d put where, how you’d decorate it. Imaging Henny running through it and napping on the windowsill.

Only a mile away from campus, it checks everything off your list.

“I really like this one, it’s practically perfect.” you remark to Eddie as you stand in the bedroom. He follows, giving a quick glance around.

“It’s alright, I guess.” He sighs as if unimpressed, an impression that’s solidified when he doesn’t return the smirk you give him, only continuing to look around and walk back into the living room.

You shrug it off, holding onto the hopeful feeling that comes with the ease of imaging yourself here. With every inch fully explored, you and Eddie return to the van. Making sure to mark a star next to this listing before you’re onto the next stop only another mile away.

The next apartment you have marked is only 2 miles away from the first, and in the short drive it becomes clear the area is less than savory. The whole area seems darker almost, even in the clear light of day. Darker bricks and cement lining the buildings, dirtier sidewalks less populated than the last. Some buildings in clear need of some TLC, while others are completely rundown. Spots of glass are settled on the sidewalks, whether from windows or broken bottles you aren’t sure. The van slows in front of a dark tan building that looks not much different than the ones surrounding it, corresponding numbers to the address you have circled on the exterior by the front door. A double take to the newspaper in your lap confirms it.

“Well… this is it” your voice wavers slightly at the announcement, eyes raking over every crack in the foundation.

“Absolutely not.” Eddie retorts without hesitation, foot resuming on the gas pedal to continue down the street.

“Wh- Eddie! Come on, this is the cheapest place I could find!” You look between your boyfriend and the apartment building now fading behind you.

“Ha. Yeah, no wonder.” He scoffs, voice hard as steel.

“Come on, we didn’t even give it a chance!”

“Oh I gave it a chance, Sweetheart. I don’t need to be worrying every night about my girl getting mugged on your way home from school.” He doesn’t spare you a glance, only a shake of his head with his decision finalized. You recede with a huff, sinking back into the passenger seat. With a couple more listings to see, you hope the rest of them are as decent as the first.

The next address takes you to the outer edges of the city, away from most of the hustle and bustle where there’s more greenery and less of the constant noise found closer to the heart of the city. There’s less apartment buildings and more houses, including the one at the next circled address. It’s clear the house has toughed out many seasons but still emanates a cozy, inviting atmosphere with off-white singles and a small yard. The information in the ad details the house is split into apartments with the shared living space of a kitchen and living room, ideal for college students with the university only a short drive away.

When Eddie shifts the van into park, you barely waste a second climbing out and onto the sidewalk, almost anxious your boyfriend would quickly find something wrong and drive off again. You hear the familiar scuff of his Reebok’s next to you as you both eye the place and the neighborhood.

“You uh, got some big girl job I don’t know about?” You giggle, looking at his features that are scrunched in confusion. “How are you gonna afford renting this whole house?”

“I’m not renting the whole house, Eds. The owner rents out rooms.”

When you look from the house to Eddie again, his eyes are now on you. Only he’s looking at you as if you’ve just spoken to him in another language.

“Nope, no. Too risky.” He argues, curls swinging as his hands move with his words.

“Eddie-”

“You don’t know these people, Y/N. They could be freaks, real freaks!”

In the middle of a deep sigh and roll of your eyes, you spot who you assume to be the owner stepping out from the front door. An older man with salt and pepper hair, hunched over onto the stair railing with a pipe in hand.

“Look, Eds. We’re already here and the owner’s already seen us so let’s just take a look, alright? Please?” you beg exasperatedly with big, bright eyes pleading up at him. He meets them, looking over you before his chest raises with a deep breath, sparing a glance to the old man on the porch watching.

“Alright, fine.”

The owner is friendly enough, ushering the two of you through the well-lived in living room and kitchen that is in need of some light cleaning and personality. After following his slow but steady steps up the stairs, the owner whom you now know as Fred, grumbles towards an open door before leaving you and Eddie to explore the small but amble room on your own.

There’s not much to look at; gray speckled carpet lines the floor of the room and beige flowered paper is glued onto the walls. With a look into the closet, you’re skeptical of its capacity to contain your wardrobe but you’re sure you can make the space work if needed. Though you love the idea of having your own apartment, renting a room out of a house is a cheaper option while still giving you the chance to live with other college students. You can make due.

“Oh, hi!” an unfamiliar husky voice coming from the hallway catches your attention, turning around to spot a tall, tan-skinned, and muscular guy standing in the doorway. “I’m Mark, you?”

“Y/N”

“Eddie”

Mark's gaze only flickers to Eddie for a split second before it’s back on you, flashing his pearly whites.

“I live in the room right at the end of the hall. Are you moving in?” You don’t miss the flirtatious smirk on his nude lips, nor the way his eyes quickly look over your body and neither does Eddie.

“No-” “No.”

You laugh awkwardly as you take in Eddie’s rigid posture that’s now angled toward Mark. The tension hanging in the air between them is nearly visible to the eye.

“I’m just looking right now before the Fall semester.”

“Oh, are you going to Indiana University? I’ll be a Senior there this year myself. What major ar-”

“Well, like she said. We’re just looking right now and I think we’ve seen everything. Right, sweetheart?” Eddie’s voice is cold and features firm as he looks toward you, hand outstretched for you to take with your own. With a stunted breath you grab Eddie’s hand, forcing a smile while he leads you out of the room. You offer Mark a polite wave goodbye as you pass him and follow Eddie right out of the front door.

“Like I said, freaks. No way. That guy was a total creep.” He spits out the final word once you’ve re-entered the van, quick to turn the keys in the ignition.

You exhale and lean back into the clothed seat, deciding to let Eddie take the win on this one too. Out of the three you’ve seen, only one is still a viable option with the list now dwindling. Any rooms for rent or ‘bad’ neighborhoods out of the question, you’re unsure what, if any kind of list will be left by the end of the day.

The sunshine that once illuminated the city now hides behind clouds, peeking through only momentarily as drops of rain splatter onto the van’s windshield. The hope and excitement you had at the beginning of this trip is disappearing with it.

By the time every circled address has been checked off, that hope is a far gone memory with Eddie finding something wrong at every place, nothing was good enough. Though his protectiveness over you and concern for where you’d be living was endearing at first, as you make your way onto the highway back toward Hawkins, it’s downright pissed you off. The light drizzle of rain has now turned into a downpour, the squeak of the windshield wipers rapidly sliding across the glass to keep up with the water is the only sound filling the van beyond the Dio tape playing through the speakers.

You aren’t sure if it’s just you or if the heat filling the van is the cause for your cheeks to burn red hot. Eddie hasn’t said a word since you parted the last apartment on the list and neither have you. Leaving you to ponder what the hell is wrong with him for the whole ride home. His mood has been off from the get-go today, before you even left Forest Hills Trailer park and has remained steadfast till now. You hadn’t expected the way he acted today at all, but what irks you even more is how much his sour mood has leaked into yours, chipping away your excitement bit by bit, listing by listing. Leaving you teetering on the edge of a snippy comment you’d later regret if provoked.

When the van returns to the gravely driveway of Wayne’s trailer, silence continues to permeate the space between you. Following Eddie wordlessly into the trailer, you wonder if you even want to. Considering if you should just return to your trailer, let Eddie sulk in his shitty mood and try to salvage yours. But still, your heart tugs you along after him into the bedroom. You lean against the door frame, watching as he yanks off his vest and jacket to fall on the floor, digging around his drawers for the weed stash.

“Maybe I should spend tonight at home.” You test the waters, watching and waiting for any reaction reminiscent of remorse or guilt, any kind of change from the mood he’s given you today.

“If that’s what you want.” He mutters without meeting your gaze, sitting on the edge of the bed and sprinkling bud into a fresh paper to roll.

Your jaw clenches and you’ve officially been pushed over the edge you’ve walked the last few hours. You fully step into the bedroom and slam the door behind you, finally drawing his attention.

“What I want is to know what the hell has been up with you today?!” you cry out in frustration, but he only looks back down at the weed in his lap.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit you don’t! You’ve been in a bad mood all day, constantly nitpicking and shooting down every single place we saw. I don’t understand!” You take a breath as you read his body language, tense but slouched shoulders with his head hung low. Taking another step closer, your voice comes out softer. “So, please… help me understand, Eddie. What’s wrong, baby?”

The sincere desperation in your plea finally breaks through his walls, his shoulders slumping with it.

“I’m scared, okay.” He admits sheepishly.

“Scared?” You prod, disposition going soft while your eyebrows knit together in confusion as he takes a shaky breath.

“I’ve been able to push down the thoughts about what’s going to happen when you move to Indy and start college for awhile now, but I couldn’t run away from it today. I had to face the reality that you’re leaving and yeah, I know it’s only an hour and a half away but it’s not across the street, or in my bed almost every night.” His own voice betrays him as it cracks toward the end and it feels like a vice grip on your heart, pulling you until the bed dips with your weight next to him.

“And of course, I can’t help but think about what happened the last time you moved. You’ll have a whole ‘nother life there, new friends, shit, maybe you’ll meet some guy like Mark and decide you like him more than me.”

You bite back the retort the bubbles up from your throat, intent on letting Eddie air out all he’s been holding back in this moment of vulnerability. His watery brown eyes look up from his lap to meet yours, effectively putting a lump in your throat and summoning tears to well in your own.

“Tonight on the drive back, you were so quiet and I know it’s because of me, but I couldn’t help but wonder if you were thinking the same thing I’ve been. Wondering if there will be better for you at college, better than me… better without me.”

The grip on your heart tightens with his confession; the worries about your love, the insecurities on his ability to hold yours with the uncertainty of the future. It pains you that they blind him from seeing himself the way you do, from seeing the undying love you have for him. You reach for his hand and interlock your fingers, taking a deep breath as you look over his face with love and admiration.

“Eddie… I can’t act like I know what the future holds but I can tell you this with 100% certainty. I love you, and I can’t see myself falling as hard for anyone else as I have with you.” You search his eyes, seeing the way they soften as he takes in your words. His hand tightens around your own while your thumb gently strokes his skin. Your teeth dig into the sensitive skin of your bottom lip, contemplating making the offer that’s been floating in your head for months.

“And… I um, think there’s a simple solution to all this. All those places we saw today, Eds… they’re big enough for two people.”

His eyes widen with the realization of your offer, body turning to full face yours. Weed tray put off to the side of the bed so he can take both of your hands in his.

“Really? You want me to move with you?” With a nod of your head and a soft smile, one of his own spreads across his face. “I’d follow you anywhere, baby.”

“Eddie,” You breathe out. “I don’t want you to ‘follow’ me. I want you to be with me, you know, build a life together. But I don’t want to get in the way of your dreams, either. If you want to give the rockstar thing another shot then-”

“Sweetheart.” He stops you in your tracks with a dry chuckle and a shake of those dark curls. “Yeah, I could give it another go if I wanted to. Do another demo with the band and try to get signed. Move to LA, maybe even become famous for a few years and hopefully not lose myself in the process. But, I don’t even know if I really want that anymore, especially if it’s not with you.” His tongue darts out to wet his pink lips before he leans in closer to you, holding your undivided attention. “All the dreams I have about my future, you’re always in them. The only future I want is with you, my love. No matter where we are, no matter what jobs we have… as long as I have you, I’m happy.”

A wet laugh bursts from your lips as a tear breaks free and your forehead falls to rest against his. The rough skin of his thumb gently wipes the tear from your cheek before cradling your face. Faces slowly inching together until your lips collide, desperation in every seamless movement. Desperate for each other's touch, desperate to convey your love.

Gasping breaths escape your mouth each time your lips part before they meet again in a soft and slow tantalizing dance. A dance that only intensifies and deepens when his big, warm hands grab onto your thighs, pulling you to straddle his lap. You fall into the position eagerly, arms sliding behind his head, fingers losing themselves in his curls. The wet sounds of your mouths and the muffled whimpers leaving them fill his bedroom. Losing yourself in the pillowy softness of his lips and the tight grip of his hands kneading the fat cushioning your hips.

As you part for a breath, you’re overcome with how much you love Eddie more and more everyday. The thought only intensifies as he flashes you a wide smile, dimples on full display. Your finger twirls around a loose strand of hair framing his face.

“So in all honesty, which place did you like the most today?”

“Think I’m gonna have to go with the first one.”

He swears his heart skips a beat when you smile back at him, the kind of smile that spreads to your nose in a cute little scrunch.

“That one’s my favorite too.”

When your lips meet again he doesn’t waste time licking into your mouth and breaching your lips, tongues engaging in an impassioned, lewd wrestle. You let him lay you back onto the pillows, your legs eagerly wrap around his waist as you fall into another night in your boyfriend’s bed, conveying your love and passion for each other for hours to come.

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the-french-belphegor · 2 months ago

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Every room in Scanlan’s mansion existed for a reason, as a conscious choice. He often changed the setup, and sometimes forgot to make a room, but a random chamber just popping up into existence for no reason was unheard of. (A few decades after Vecna, Kaylie comes across a room that doesn’t make sense in her father’s magical mansion.)

(Shout-out to @mythtaker, whose post last March about Scanlan probably keeping Vax's room in his Magnificent Mansion nudged my brain until I could finally do something with it 💜)

Still Life

Scanlan had changed addresses again since last time.

Kaylie let herself into the house after disarming the few traps he had told her about in his last letter. Just like he’d said, they were nothing fancy: just small precautions to avoid disgruntled former customers (or worse, the local competition) barging in unannounced.

The new house was small, but looked cosy, with high windows and whitewashed walls painted a light blue. The Marquesian sun flooded the coloured cement tiles of the study with a golden late afternoon sunlight. Her father, sitting with his feet on his desk and browsing through papers, didn’t appear to notice either the beautiful light or his unexpected visitor.

Kaylie shrugged off her backpack and let it drop to the floor. The thump made Scanlan look up; the next second, he hopped down from his chair and ran to her, smiling from ear to ear.

“Kaylie Shorthalt, apple of my eye, light of my days, vegan cream in my coffee –”

“Hey, Dad.” Tiredness kept Kaylie’s voice somewhat short, but the first thing she did after carefully putting down her violin case was give him a hug he happily returned. It had been a while since they’d seen each other. “How’s tricks?”

Even after all those years, the nugget of warmth curling in her chest when she met her father’s grin still caught her off-guard. She’d missed him, she could acknowledge that at least, but just how much she had still surprised her every time it hit her.

“Tricks are going swimmingly, thank you for asking. Did you get Juni’s letter?”

“I did, yeah, just before I left.”

“Oh, good. Well, it means Wax lost the bet, but she was worried.”

“Wait,” Kaylie asked with the start of a grin she couldn’t quite hold back, “which bet?”

Juniper and Wilhand’ildan Shorthalt, even after leaving home for places of higher learning, still made a point of staying in almost constant contact with each other, their big sister, their Grog, and their parents, by means of letters, second-hand messages, or Sending Stones. Their correspondence included a lot of teasing, bets, and dares, some of which bafflingly silly sometimes. It had dumbfounded both Kaylie and Scanlan somewhat until Pike and Grog had assured them that it wasn’t that unusual between siblings.

Scanlan waved a hand, drawing the suspense, of course.

“You know the kids. I think this time a… goat was involved? I’ll tell you all about it at dinner. In the meantime, shall I fire up the mansion? For old time’s sake?”

“‘Old times’, yeah. Sure.” Kaylie rolled her eyes, but her smile stayed. It had barely been six months since the last time they’d treated themselves to a nice stay in the Magnificent Mansion. Okay, it felt longer, but still. “I could do with a day at the spa anyway after all this heat.”

“Then it’s settled. Give me a minute.”

Scanlan rummaged in his pocket for the components, closed his eyes, and started to hum a tune Kaylie recognised as one she’d been working on the last time they’d seen each other. As always, the air around him went shimmery and warm, citrus and coriander with a dash of purple, and the door winked into existence.

Gnome-sized, of course. And flamboyant and magnificent and ridiculous in an endearing way, just like him.

He opened it for her with a bow and a flourish.

“Ladies first.”

“Show-off,” snorted Kaylie, and walked in with her violin case, trusting Scanlan to bring her bag inside. Which he did, after a double take.

It was always easy to tell, from the look of the mansion, if Scanlan had spent time in Tal’Dorei recently. The layout was different, the ceiling a little lower, the hues a little softer. Some of Wax’s drawings he’d made while inside the mansion hung on the walls in frames; there were touches here and there in the decorations of Pike’s blues and Juni’s golds amongst the pinks and purples. In the foyer, a sheet of paper covered in awkward letters bigger than Kaylie’s whole hand held pride of place on a sideboard along with a plate of cookies. She immediately pilfered a couple on her way inside.

“Where’d you put my room this time?” she asked, rolling her head on her neck. Gods, it had been a long day. Make that a long week. Or a long fucking month, to be honest.

“Ground floor, west wing, couple of doors to the hot springs. I’ll make the servants get started on dinner. Give me a yell if you need anything?”

“Sure thing, thanks.”

Kaylie recognised her bedroom immediately: the door was open, welcoming her in. Scanlan had styled it the way she liked, cool and cosy but not stifling, light on the frills, with plenty of space to put her things away and all the tools she needed to take care of her violin.

The bed looked way too comfy. It was tempting to just faceplant in it and crash. But then, she reasoned, it would still be there after a long soak and a nice dinner.

She threw her bag over her shoulder, padded barefoot out of her room, and opened the second door to the left.

And paused, puzzled.

That… wasn’t the hot springs. It was a bedroom, by the look of it, but a bedroom that didn’t make sense.

“Hey, Scanlan?” Kaylie called out, frowning. “What’s this room for?”

She didn’t wait for an answer and stepped in slowly, taking in the dark furniture, the elegant carpet, the plants in large pots scattered across the room. The circular bed was unmade, like its owner had just stepped out. She ran her palm over the quilt, a light, fuzzy fabric meant to look like it was made from black feathers. Or maybe stylised leaves.

Something tugged at her memory.

“What room, Kay—”

The footsteps behind her came to such an abrupt stop Kaylie thought Scanlan had Dimension Doored away elsewhere. But when she looked over her shoulder, there he was, framed in the doorway like a painting and about as motionless.

He looked nothing less than stricken.

And that… was all the explanation she needed.

After the dust settled, after that last big fight, as she was recuperating in Whitestone in a bed too big for her –

(from her wounds, from dying, from coming back to life in her father’s arms with his tears in her hair and her blood on his chest)

– he had come back, bone-tired and too quiet, the smell of booze on him stronger than some of her best and worst benders, but alive. They had talked a bit about what she wanted to do, now that the world wasn’t ending any more. She had pulled him into a hug, the only way she’d found to say everything she’d wanted to say without having words pulled out of her mouth like teeth.

It was only when she had come back from a much-needed nightly stroll and found him passed out at the foot of his own bed that she had realised he hadn’t said a single word about how the fight had gone down except We won.

What they had lost – who – had come up later.

Kaylie didn’t have many clear memories of Vax’ildan. The other members of Vox Machina she’d mostly learned to know after they disbanded. With the exception of her father – and a memorable conversation with Vex’ahlia, still vivid despite the fog of alcohol (But there’s a chance we can bring him back, if you’re willing to help) – the shape they had in her mind was a product of time in a new world, one that no longer involved escaping from dragons or being kidnapped and brainwashed by an asshole god. Vax would forever belong to that former world. The only remnants she had of him were a vague silhouette in dark clothing, a sharp grin, a surprisingly soft voice.

And the taste of blood in her mouth.

The last and strongest memory Kaylie had of Vax was his scrunched up face, contorted by guilt with tear tracks on his cheeks, open hand thrust forwards as Gilmore whisked her and Cassandra de Rolo away to safety. To this day she still viciously hoped some of that guilt was for her, too.

After all, she was the one he’d killed.

And then he had died (or perhaps before and it just took a while to really take, she had never been clear on the timing), and in the process had somehow gained the power to crack Scanlan’s heart right open.

So maybe Kaylie had ambivalent feelings about the guy.

But she was also very aware that saying fuck ‘im would not help at all in this situation.

“Oh, Dad.” She shook her head, but purposely kept her voice gentle, filing down some of her sharp edges for once. “Still, huh?”

Shock rippled on his face at the sound of her voice. It made him look a little less like someone had just punched him in the stomach.

“…I meant a couple of doors on the right,” he said in a small voice.

He’d sounded worse before – hell, he’d looked worse before, she had once seen his lifeless body laid out on an altar after getting ripped apart by a dragon – but something still tugged at her heart at that.

“Yeah, well. The spa can wait. What’s up with that?” She stepped towards him, telegraphing her movements, like he was a horse who might bolt if spooked. “Why did you make that room? You know that’s… that’s not a good idea, right?”

“I didn’t make it make it,” Scanlan protested with a little more life. “I just… didn’t not make it.”

“Okay, but why now?”

Silence.

Kaylie stared at Scanlan.

“You mean you don’t make it on purpose? It just pops up every time?”

“No! …Yes. Kinda? Look, the mansion’s a complicated spell, okay? It’s not even proper bardic magic in the first place. I’ve been casting it for years and I’m still not a hundred percent sure how it works.”

His eyes stayed mostly on her, but every now and then they strayed to the left, to the coverings, the bed, the plants. However his body still seemed rooted to the spot, and Kaylie was suddenly struck by a flash of insight.

“Dad, did you – have you ever actually stepped foot in there? You know, since he died?”

Scanlan went very still.

(How the hell did he manage to fool anybody, Kaylie wondered as her heart sank in her chest. How good a liar did that make him, really, that she managed to see right through him every time?)

She shook her head again.

“You haven’t, have you. Decades of making this room without even thinking about it and you never… Godsdammit, Dad.”

“I can’t, Kaylie,” he said, barely audible. “It’s not… I wouldn’t…”

Scanlan Shorthalt at a loss for words was a unique phenomenon that could be two things: downright hilarious or powerfully awkward. A very rare third kind of outcome, the instances of which Kaylie could count on the fingers of one hand and a half, was snapping your heart clean in two. And for someone like her, who prided herself on always keeping that soft, vulnerable part of herself safe from all hurt… Well, it sucked. To put it mildly.

Kaylie sighed.

Then she took her father’s hand.

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot,” she said gently, and pulled him into the room.

She didn’t have to tug very hard. Scanlan stumbled after her easily. The next moment he absent-mindedly straightened his vest and looked around at the room as though he was seeing it for the first time.

The room, not the contents. It was obvious, from the way his gaze lingered on this and that, how he snorted at the sight of an armchair pillow embroidered with two tiny figures inside a giant black dragon, or smiled at a painting that depicted a bunch of cows and a giant bird, of all things, that the objects that populated the space were familiar, or at least brought up memories.

Kaylie gave him a moment, then climbed onto the human-sized (or rather half-elf-sized) bed, letting her feet dangle over the edge. The movement must have caught Scanlan’s eye; he turned, and after a while shucked off his shoes and clambered up, too.

The silence between them lasted long enough that Kaylie started to wonder whether she should summon one of the mansion’s creepy ghost servants to get herself a drink. But she had cut down on daytime drinking a lot these past few decades, particularly since Juni’s birth. Putting the kibosh on Scanlan’s meat consumption had been a gag at first – plus chicken for breakfast, lunch, and dinner got old fast – but the excuse of eating healthy to live longer had had some truth behind it. Behind the sarcasm she’d actually wanted her father to stick around, and you kinda had to stay alive for that. It had taken her a few years after that to realise that getting too fucked up too often would make her less inclined to stay alive, too.

Scanlan had stuck by the vegan diet, and Kaylie had cut down her drinking rather dramatically.

But damn if her fingers didn’t still itch for a pint, sometimes.

“So,” she said, if only to hear something. Dammit. She had counted on Scanlan being the first to open his mouth – he usually was. “That’s a nice bedroom. This bed’s comfy.”

“I should hope so,” said Scanlan, his voice almost normal by now. Almost. “Nothing but quality in my Magnificent Mansion.”

“No mirror on the ceiling in this one?”

“Nah, not this time. But I think everybody had one at some point? Gods, it’s been ages. Anyway, I made up for it. Look in the… I think it’s in the bedside table on the left.”

Against her better judgement, Kaylie shuffled to the bedside table. Inside it was a book with a title in Marquesian which in Common translated to The Lotus and the Butterfly.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Isn’t that the one with—?”

“—with beautiful traditional Marquesian illustrations going back two hundred years from the best artists in Yios, yes.”

“I was gonna say ‘the sex positions guidebook’, but sure, let’s go with that.” She shook her head. “I thought you couldn’t leave anything from the Material Plane in the mansion?”

“You can’t. I had the servants make it special from a copy I picked up once at a casino.”

“The one you got scammed in?” Kaylie asked with a grin, making Scanlan roll his eyes. She leafed through the book idly, gaze quickly flitting over text and pictures, neither really registering. “And you just. Left that in your friend’s bedside table. Like that’s not fucking weird at all.” Her head snapped back up as a thought hit her. “Wait, did you… Did you ever hook up with him, back in the day?”

In the two seconds it took for Scanlan to open his mouth, eyes wide, she decided she didn’t need to know the answer. Those two had been good friends and clearly loved each other a lot; whether sex had been involved or not was irrelevant.

She steered clear of sentiment, though, out of habit.

“Wait, don’t answer that. Sorry. Gross, shut up. Still, what the hell? Was it supposed to be some kind of prank?”

“Well, no, I… Okay, maybe just a little. Once I finally got that he and Keyleth were actually, like, A Thing, I put the book in there whenever I made the mansion. Mostly I figured they might need, uh… not exactly something to help them get it on, but just… ideas, you know? It took them long enough to realise they both wanted to boink, just thought I might aid a little in that department.”

Kaylie stared at her father, not knowing whether she might facepalm or laugh herself sick.

“Seriously.”

“Hey,” Scanlan pointed out, “it was them or Vex and Percy, and once they figured out their own shit they didn’t need any incentive to jump each other’s bones! Man, I’m still surprised they stopped at five kids and didn’t go for the full baker’s dozen.”

Once upon a time, this would’ve been a golden opportunity for her to say something scathing about accidental children. The Kaylie from three decades ago would have verbally eviscerated present-day Kaylie for letting that opportunity pass by. But then again, being her three decades ago had been fucking exhausting. Sure, she sometimes missed the viciousness she had let go of over the years, but she’d also lost some fears and gained a little peace of mind. Overall, not a bad bargain.

She settled for a snort and put the book back in the bedside table. Then she made herself comfortable on the bed, leaning back and kicking her feet a little.

Surprisingly, Scanlan didn’t add anything. He rested his elbows on his knees and his chin on his arms and gazed vaguely ahead with an odd expression, for him.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Hm?”

Godsdammit. Pike would be much better suited for this.

Kaylie resolutely kept her own gaze in front of her and didn’t look at him.

“You do realise it’s… okay if you don’t make this room? Maybe not next time, but like… the time after that. I don’t think he’ll mind, I mean… It’s not… It wouldn’t be betraying him is what I’m sayin’.”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him turn his head towards her a little, but he remained uncharacteristically silent and still.

“It’s nice that you kept his stuff. No, I know, it’s not really his stuff, but you know what I mean – it’s, uh… it’s a thoughtful gesture. Wherever he is I’m sure he’d appreciate it. But…”

How did people do this? Say words that weren’t even spells and fixed things somehow? Her music could break and heal alike, but that last part felt closer to tying a tourniquet on a bleeding limb: a tiny thing that might keep you from dying just now, but a far cry from magic that knitted bones back together or breathed life back into corpses. She had sung away the hurt from Juni’s scraped knees or Wax’s scratched elbows a few times when her little siblings were kids. She might as well be trying to do the same now on a decades-old wound that somehow still found a way to bleed every now and then.

“But… But there’s better ways to remember him by. This is like… frozen in time. Like a museum, almost. Somehow I doubt that’s what he was about.”

“It’s not,” Scanlan muttered. Then he cleared his throat and added, without the crack in his voice this time, “I mean, yeah, he was… He was, uh.”

She pretended not to see him wipe his nose on his sleeve.

“He had… a lot going on, once he got into his thing with the Raven Queen. That messed him up for some time. But even with all that, even when he went full emo goth chicken with one foot in the grave talking about death all the frickin’ time, he was… he was alive.”

Pause; a small snort of a laugh. When he spoke again he was smiling, but his voice was less than steady again. “Never seen a dead guy so alive, when I think about it.”

Kaylie waited for him to continue. When it became obvious that nothing more was coming, she bit back a sigh, then shuffled closer.

And closer. Just close enough to lay her head on her father’s shoulder if she slumped a little.

(Ever since she’d first laid eyes on him she’d always been a little taller. That he’d never been there while she was still small enough to hold and carry was one of the things she still was angry at him about occasionally – and angry at herself for it. She was tough and strong and a grown-ass adult, godsdammit, not a bloody child.)

After a while, Scanlan laid his head against hers, giving her time to slip away if she wanted, like he usually did.

“Didn’t you want to go to the spa?” he asked quietly.

Kaylie gave a one-shoulder shrug, careful not to jostle their skulls against each other’s.

“I will. In a while.”

“I included the steam room again.”

“Good. It’s nice. Also pretty.”

“Well, you deserve the best.”

“Damn right I do,” she murmured.

Maybe he wasn’t the best father. But he certainly wasn’t the worst she’d thought he was for the first two thirds of her life. Sure, the space between their souls had its share of broken things, but in time they had built trust, and affection, and unspoken words that warmed rather than hurt.

She shifted, just enough that she could kiss his temple just above his ear – a little smaller than her own, one of the few physical traits he didn’t pass on to her – and give his hand a squeeze for good measure, lightning-quick.

Then she settled against him again before he could say anything.

The room was not haunted. In two dozen hours it would disappear, along with the rest of the house; one day it might cease to exist altogether. And maybe, between the two of them (beating hearts, warm bodies, lungs drawing breaths in tandem with one another), they could lay some old ghosts to rest.

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simstorian-blog · 1 year ago

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Dusty Turf

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Felixandre – London (Chandelier, Panelling)

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Harlix – Bafroom (Mirrors, Windows)

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eggcompany · 9 months ago

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The Fileman and the Forgotten Bird

Oswald Cobblepot was put in Arkham though he doesn't know why, he can't quite remember. One night he's walking the halls, reason forgotten, and stumbled upon Ed working in the file room. Neither of them could guess they would fall for each other so much... They'd have never guessed they'd end up sharing a bed, sharing Oswald's conjugal visit.

Oswald liked walking the halls at night. It was quiet. He didn’t get out of bed just to walk the halls. There had been a reason… he just couldn’t remember what it was.

Maybe it was because he was cold. He was cold now or at least his socked feet were against the tile.

He made his way to the medical office wing and traced his finger down the cement block walls. He always came this way when he was cold and now, he didn't need to think to get there, his feet brought him there when he caught chills. Or when he was hungry. Or really any other time he felt something and got up out of bed. His feet just brought him limping through the halls to the sterile scented wing.

He just kept walking until he came upon an open door to a file room. Poking his head in he saw a man his age at the desk writing something on a paper.

Usually there were only cleaning people at night. And one or two doctors but Oswald couldn't think of a time he'd seen this man. But then again, they could have met a million times over.

He stood in the doorway and watched the man. He was a very attractive man. Thin and cute. Slender strong hands and glasses that suited him well. A very handsome man.

Especially when he looked up at the pajama covered patient. And smiled. Perfect white straight teeth, eyes green and sparkling, skin perfect and soft looking.

“Hello there.” Ed said and looked around Oswald for a nurse. Patients weren’t usually alone in the halls. Edward didn't run into many patients, to Doctor Thompkins’ dismay. He worked nights filing for a reason, he wasn’t good with the patients.

“Hi” Oswald said and stepped forward looking around the room before sitting down on a chair in the corner. This was nice. He had a friend. This room was nice. Full of filing cabinets and a printer and a shredder and a desk and a friend. It felt like... a safe place. And this was his friend. The staff were all friends… mostly friends.

"Do you need something?" Edward asked and watched the short little thing sit straight backed with his feet swinging. The patient was… probably about his age, cute, short, blue eyes kinda fuzzy but blindly happy.

"I don't know." Oswald said and shrugged his shoulders a bit. He was sure he needed something; he just wasn't sure what.

Edward was a little confused by that and set down his pencil to focus on the other boy.

“Are you here because you’re sick?” The dark-haired boy shook his head and looked at the map of Gotham hung up on the wall, framed. It was actually a puzzle Edward had done with more than 5000 pieces.

It was oddly familiar to Oswald, like he'd seen the puzzle before. Or maybe it was all the lines?

He leaned in a bit to get a closer look, brain focused on trying to place why it was familiar.

“No? Are you just here to visit me then?” Ed asked light-heartedly. There were a lot of patients here who got lost often. It was easier to just ask them a few things and make sure they’re okay.... But they usually never wondered once they were put to bed, or at least not to the med wing.

They usually went to the cafeteria or recreational areas. Places that were happy or full of people usually. Not where they go when they hurt or are sick. Especially not down into the records hall.

“I- I don’t remember why I got out of bed. I think I was cold. I’m cold. Doctor Thompkins gives me these little thingies that get warm. I put them in my- my socks. It helps me sleep.” The patient said in a scattered way. He looked calm though, feet swinging easily and hands laying lax in his lap.

Edward nodded and thought about it until he came up with it. Perhaps this unusual situation was going to be a good distraction. A puzzle. Ed loved puzzles.

"The snap heating packs? The small colorful packs, they're sort of jelly like?" Edward asked and held his hands up making a square with his thumbs and forefingers. He knew those kinds of heating packs were more favorable than the dry heat ones that rely on body heat to warm up. Plus, they were easy to clean and easy to reset in the kettle.

"Yes! The nurse sometimes gives me purple ones, but Doctor Thompkins always gives me purple ones because I like purple. It's even- even on my door, my name is purple it's got a- a penguin sticker because some- some of the people who knew me call me penguin and and I like it. I like having a nickname. But my sign, it's got a penguin and then a big sticker O that's all glittery and then when I first got here I had to figure out how to hold like pens and stuff again and they gave me a huge pack of crayons cause I’m only allowed to have crayons but that's okay I really like them and I wrote the rest in this kinda shiny purple so the O is a-a sticker and then the S-W-A-L-D is all my- my handwriting. I've redone it a few times, but I like it. I like my sign. It- I can always remember it." Oswald rambled on; he liked talking to people. He liked talking to people when they wanted to talk to him. And the way the other man's eyes were focused on him, and he nodded along with each silly little explanation made Oswald feel seen and listened too. It made him happy, made him smile.

“Oswald that’s a very nice name. Did you know that it means Divine Power?” Ed asked and watched the twinkle in the patient's eyes at that.

Oswald… Waldo, Ozzy, Oz, Penguin…. Penguin…. Ed thought as the boy started to ramble on again. The nickname nearly reminded him of something, but he just couldn’t place it.

“My mother named me but but she spelled it differently, I spell it the English way. She- she spelled our last name differently too. It's Cobblepot for me because I got my-my birth certificate here but hers was Kapelput.” Oswald explained and Edward nodded. Oswald nodded and looked back to the map on the wall, seemingly done talking for the moment.

The assistant turned away and quickly typed in the name. Oswald Cobblepot.

Drowned. Suffers from short term memory loss and episodes of severe confusion and has a habit of self-harm. Likes sweets and hugs/physical affections. Injured right leg, heavy limp, occasional crutch or wheelchair.

Dangerous! If wearing civilian shoes, please alert security and do not make contact.

Well, that's...Odd. The man sitting in front of him was so small and cute, petite and social, how could he be so dangerous as to have such a bold red warning?

He was cute as his cheeks drew up in a happy excited smile and his legs swung in an arrhythmic way. He was at least half a foot shorter than Ed and his pajamas hung loosely around him. He spoke well, scattered and jumpy but coherent and pronounced.

Edward shook his head a bit, patients here could be... very deceiving in their looks. Like that adorable kid who came in for therapy who also threw knives at people in the park.

Better to check and make sure.

Ed stood up and stretched his arms over his head looking down at Oswald’s fuzzy purple socks.

Safe. At least positively sure. Not for a moment did Edward fear the other man. He had a gut feeling that his patient was particularly… well that they were going to get along.

“Well Mr. Cobblepot, why don’t we get some heat packs and go back to bed. It’s late, you know.” Ed said and touched his pockets feeling for his keys and phone.

He grinned at the patient who lifted himself up onto his feet, taking a moment to get his balance before grinning up at the other man.

“Okay! Mister...um… I forgot your name. I'm sorry.” Oswald apologized and looked down; he wanted to call this man ‘mister’ too since he'd used the same honorific. Names were just the hardest to remember.

Edward stuck his hand out in a polite way, bowing his head slightly, soft smile gracing his lips.

“You didn’t forget I never told. I’m Edward Nygma. Ed for short.” Edward said and Oswald awkwardly grabbed his hand for a soft jerky handshake before pulling it back and looking somewhere to the side of Ed's shoulder.

“Oh, okay can- could you help me to my room I… I can't remember how to get back to it from here.” Oswald asked, looking down with shame and sadness. It was embarrassing knowing where he was, who he was, but just not getting all the details together. Though he doubted not asking for help would make it any better and it’s better to ask than to get lost, or in trouble.

Ed was quick to stand closer to the shorter man and rub his shoulder. His profile said he likes hugs so a bit of physical touch should make him feel better even if Ed was a bit…. Odd about touching.

“Of course, Mr.Cobblepot! It's no trouble at all, I should get up to stretch my legs. May I see your bracelet to see what your room is?” Edward asked and motioned slightly toward the bright white band that was wrapped around every patient's wrist.

“Bracelet?” Oswald said looking confused at where Ed was pointing, like the white band wasn't registering to him, like it wasn’t catching his eye.

“Here let me see this for a moment.” Edward said and gently grasped the man’s surprisingly callused spindly hands. Oswald gasped a bit and looked at his own wrist. Surprised to see the band that seemingly just turned up.

“I didn’t know that was there. I’m sorry.” Oswald said in a spacey way.

He wasn't focused on speaking; he was more so enthralled with the way the other's hand wrapped completely around his wrist like a warm safe cuff of pure gentleness. Edward’s long, strong, cozy warm fingers that gently grazed over the numbers on the plastic band caught Oswald’s attention, making his eyes grow big and dark and his belly to start to feel a bit funny.

“No worries Mr. Cobblepot. You walked a long way tonight. Does your leg hurt?” Ed asked and closed the door behind them as they made their way into the hallway. He quickly locked it before starting the walk all the way across the third floor.

C Level Room 134.

That was... on the opposite side of the building and through many hallways.

“Oh… it’s okay. I- I- Doctor Thompkins makes me wear a brace at night cause I roll around a lot and- and it’ll dislocate. She makes me get ready for bed with a nurse because I have to have some help.” Oswald said, face turning quite red. He didn’t know if this man was a nurse or not. And he didn’t really even like the nurses knowing about his knee and hip braces or his nighttime routine because of his bed wetting.

“Ah, I understand. If you need a break let me know. I know where they keep the wheelchairs.” Edward reassured as he kept his pace leisurely. He didn’t want to make the much shorter man hurry to keep up with his own long strides.

Their footsteps echoed through the empty halls, Ed’s smooth and even and Oswald's a bit arrhythmic but together they made an almost.... melodic pace.

“Do you… are you a nurse? Or- or a doctor?” Oswald asked as they slowly made their way through the doors leaving the medical wing to walk through the recreation and cafeteria section. Each door Edward would open and hold for the patient to make his way through.

“Oh no, I’m just an assistant to Doctor Thompkins. I also work in the file room; I organize and shred documents and keep the files nice and neat. I also work at the police department doing just about the same thing. I prefer it here though, it’s a much nicer place.” Ed said and bent down to whisper the last part like it was a secret.

Oswald giggled and smiled, capturing Ed’s full attention.

God he was cute.

Short with big blue eyes like icebergs on the sea and pitch-dark hair all short and spiky over his forehead that left cute round ears poking out and his pointy nose turn peachy red with blush, perfect pale skin with only the faintest freckles trying to show across his cheeks, a certain charm that showed through his stuttered jumbled speech.

Edward didn’t even notice himself giggling lightly with him as they passed the separating doors and entered the hall of therapy rooms. He made himself pull his eyes away from the other man and cleared his throat, clearing away the odd tickly feeling he was getting in his chest.

“I-I like it here. I tried to go back to my mother, but I couldn’t find her. Our apartment was empty and- and then I tried to go find my friend but-but… well I ended up here and at first it was awful because I was so scared, and they were all mean to me but then Doctor Thompkins c-came, and she made it better. And now everyone’s nice to me mostly. There’re a few people who're always mad at me but but that’s okay.” Oswald said and thought back to when he had tried to find his mother and had come to the police department only to be met with guns and a detective dragging him around by the collar. They had yelled at him for two days straight before bringing Doctor Thompkins in to help.

And then he was with all the girls, and he hated that because they were really really mean. But... It's okay now.

It’s okay because now he had a friend and was on his way to his nice room.

“That doesn’t sound very okay Oswald, why are they mad at you?” Edward asked, more curious than concerned. He didn't know of any great criminal of Gotham named Oswald. Or Ozzie or Oz or Waldo.

Plus, it seemed as though Oswald was having an easier time remembering things like happenings than specific details and it was intriguing to Edward.

“Oh um…. Before I got here in the- the months I can’t remember, I think I did something bad. I… I think I hurt people. I don’t- I wouldn’t ever hurt anyone. I don’t…. It makes me feel like I don’t know who I am, sometimes. I just wanna…. I wanna have a job and- and watch cartoons and I dunno… get married, my mother wanted me to get married. I- I have a hard time liking people enough to do the necessary activities to get married though.” Oswald said and kind of shrugged it off at the end. He didn’t like thinking of his mother much because of how sad it made him. He missed her. But then again, she’d probably be ashamed of him now anyway.

Edward laughed a bit at ' necessary activities '. Such an odd thing to say. But the sad look on the other’s downturned face made him quiet and try to lighten the mood again.

“Oh? Is there anyone here that catches your eye? Dating is very important for the growth of relationships.” Edward said and leaned over a bit to bump his elbow into the other’s arm.

“I think there is now. I don’t know. I’ll have to talk about it with- with my talk-to doctor.” Oswald said and looked away with a smile. Edward was about to say something about his cherry-colored ears but they needed to stop by the non-medical supplies closet. The green door wiping the comment from his tongue as he cleared his throat again.

“Ah, can you wait here on the bench for a moment? I need to sign out the heating packs and call doctor Leslie real fast. Yeah, just sit there, good boy.” Edward explained and guided the patient to sit on the padded bench. Oswald smiled and sat down obediently, eyes unfocusing for a moment before he was glancing up at the ceiling tiles.

Edward unlocked the door and took a breath and shook his hands. What an odd day. What an odd man. So exciting!

“Hello?” Said a scratchy sleep-tired voice.

“Leslie, it's Edward Nygma.” Ed said as he picked nervously at the wall in front of him with his hand unoccupied by his cell phone.

“Oh, hi Ed, any reason you’re calling me so late?” The doctor asked as she sat up a bit in bed, trying not to wake the man next to her.

“Oswald Cobblepot.” Edward said and then regretted not saying something else when the doctor asked a bit panicked.

“Oh no what happened? Are you okay? Did you call the police?” She asked and Ed was shaking his head even though he knew she couldn't see it, just hating the way she sounded so upset at the other man’s name.

“No, no, no. It's not like that. He needs heating packs. He actually walked all the way to my office and just sat down and chatted with me for a bit. He's very... sweet. He's... he needed some heating pads and someone to help him back to his room." Edward explained and felt his face heat slightly trying not to call the apparently 'dangerous' patient anything weird. Like adorable, darling, wonderful, cute, snuggly looking.

"You're with him now?" The doctor asked, feeling a bit at ease in the obvious endearing flick in her assistant's voice.

Edward was an odd fellow. Always nosing into other people’s business but also shying away from actual social conversation. And Oswald was sort of… well he could be very mean and hateful at times. Sometimes. Most times. Biting, kicking, screaming at the top of his lungs until only squeaky noises escaped him. Leslie had seen Oswald be sweet, wrapped up in his blanket sitting in his wheelchair watching the snow or helping the older ladies open and close their markers, but never to anyone other than fellow patients.

"He's sitting in the hall where I can see him. I'm going to put him back in bed. He's very talkative. I thought maybe it would be okay if I tucked him in... and such." Edward asked and watched Oswald scoot around on the bench until settling in the middle. He settled in, shoulders drooping to relax once he found the best spot, eyes wandering up and down the walls happily.

"He hasn't thrown a fit or anything? Complaints?" Leslie asked and was a little shocked that Oswald had sought out the other man.

Edward had a certain way that usually... rubbed people the wrong way. Corrective, ranting, staring in a way that usually made people uncomfortable.

"Nope, he asked for heating packs, he didn't have shoes or slippers on just socks and it seems he's feeling a bit cold. The entire walk so far, he's been telling me his story and he got a bit teary talking about how he was so scared and confused when he was first brought in." Ed explained and found the drawer that had the heating packs in them, picking out five purple ones and slipping them into his white coat's pocket.

"Yeah he... he lost about five years and he's pretty traumatized. Sign the heating packs out under my name and I'll fix the papers in the morning. And Ed?" Lesliesaid and smiled into her phone, knowing what she was going to say was gonna shake him up a bit.

"Yes Doctor Leslie?" Ed answered and filled out the paper for the heating packs. He liked doing paperwork, he thought faintly as he filled out the chart.

"You sound happy." Leslie said and grinned as Edward’s stutters filled the static between them.

"I- I love my job." Ed answered and tried to think of something to make his face less on fire with blush. Brushing his teeth, cleaning the floor, putting on socks, putting socks on Oswald gently and softly running his hand through that mess of spikey black hair- No! Ed shook his head and listened to Leslie huff out a half-laugh.

"Okay, anything else? Because do not call me again unless it's an emergency." Leslie asked, laughing off the stuttered fraud of an answer.

"Oh um.... I think he’s a bit sad and I think he may need some hugs can- can I do that? Is that okay? Oh, and he seems to be walking a bit…. Does he have any incontinence problems?” Ed asked quietly and looked out the window in the door to find Oswald rubbing his feet together and staring down at them. He'd been walking with a bit of a.... well the way someone walks when they've got something they're not used to between their legs. Like a bruised thigh or a diaper.

He heard a sigh on the other side of the line.

"I'm only doing this because he hasn't bitten or thrown himself down on the floor in a fit. I'm gonna let you be one of his contact assistants. He wears a pull up at night and he doesn't like sleeping in a shirt. Edward handle this with utmost care, Oswald's transgender. That means when you let him put on a clean pull up you gotta make sure he wipes himself. There are wet wipes with his name on them and his nighttime pads are all blue. If he asks for help then help him, offer assistance but do not approach unless prompted. And don't say anything about his chest scars. He doesn't like them. Do you understand that Edward?" Leslie said in a very serious tone that had Edward memorizing each word down to the letter.

"Yes- Yes ma'am. I'll be very careful. He- You should be getting back to bed. Goodnight Doctor." Edward said and moved to hold the doorknob, excited to get back to the man who was looking drowsy on the bench, letting his eyelids droop and a yawn break free.

"Good night Edward." Leslie said but was cut off by the click of the phone hanging up.

Edward stepped out of the supply room and Oswald looked up at him with a soft smile.

"I got you all purple, now let's get you back to bed." Edward said softly and offered his arm when Oswald twinged a bit to the side when standing up. They made their way toward the room that had a sparkling ' O' sticker on the sign. Edward was happy to walk slowly, arms linked, with the patient.

Oswald was smiling slightly and opened his door, leaving Ed to go into the bathroom with his key in hand. The patient went and pulled the blankets back on the bed, well gathering his soft purple blanket that he didn’t remember ever not having but couldn’t remember who gave it to him as it wasn’t standard given to all patients, and setting it near his pillow.

"Thank you Mr. Nygma for helping me back. Um, Can you unlock my cabinet too? I need something from there." Oswald said as he sat down on the side of his bed. He needed to change his undergarments at least... Ed made his tummy feel weird and Oswald didn't like sleeping in damp, whether that be his briefs or his pull up underneath.

"Oh your cabinet... Do you need any medication or anything other than the heating packs?" Edward said and laid the five purple packs at the foot of the bed and waited for Oswald to get done picking at a spot on his striped soft pants.

Oswald picked at his pants thinking about how odd it was to have a boy in his room with the door shut. No one ever let him do that before. Not mother, not the nurses. It made his heart jump a bit.

“Oh I’m I have to wear-“ Oswald started to say embarrassedly before Ed shook his head and remembered. He quickly unlocked the cabinet and grabbed the wipes and folded up black padding.

“Of course I’ll get those for you one moment. Do you need a change of underwear too?” Edward asked and stood up with the wipes and pad in hand, Oswald grinned and nodded.

He didn’t feel so bad anymore, this nurse was nice. Usually the boy nurses were rough but this one was nice. Ed. Ed was nice. Usually boys were mean but Ed was nice.

"that- that would be nice, yes. I-I have a hard time sleeping when- when I'm not warm and comfortable." Oswald explained as Edward grabbed a pair of clean purple and black striped briefs from the easily readable laundry cabinet next to him.

“Do you want any help? Do you know what to do?” Edward asked and handed over the supplies and looked into Oswald’s iceberg eyes.

“I think so” Oswald answered with uncertainty lining his voice. Edward let him go to scurry back into the bathroom, closing the door gently behind him.

“If you need help, I’ll help you, Oswald.” Edward said at the door and looked around the room.

Oswald had… few extra amenities. No privacy curtain, table, bed table, side table, extra betting, etc. It was odd. There was only a picture taped to the wall and a scrapbook shoved under the bed.

Edward looked at the picture, an older woman smiling ear to ear holding up a very chubby little baby in a frilly pink dress. Oswald, that had to be him. The pointed nose, dark hair, shimmering blue eyes, round cheeks. Edward grinned at the image, it was sweet. That must be the mother Oswald oh so dearly loves.

“Mister? Why’re you in my room?” Edward turned and smiled at Oswald, now gripping his shirt in front of him, and nodded his head. He kept the first in front of him, doing little to cover his soft chubby torso and freckle speckled shoulders.

“I’m helping you to bed, Mr. Cobblepot. I’m Edward, we walk from the med wing. Are you ready to go to bed?” Edward said in a soft voice. Oswald looked at him with wide confused eyes for a minute, cheeks turning tomato red.

“I’m sorry, I forget things sometimes. You do files. Files, file room. Ed.” Oswald said and blinked his eyes a few times. Nice boy, nice boy in his room, works with the Doctor.

Edward nodded and motioned toward the bed and Oswald hurriedly sat down, setting his shirt to the side and pushing his blankets out of the way.

“I’m, I’m ready. I’m sleepy, I-I think I’ve been up for a long time now. Thank you, Ed.” Oswald said and carefully laid down, making sure his leg didn’t twist the wrong way. Edward stood at the end of the bed, picking up the heat packs and snapping them all, moving them in his hands feeling the warmth.

“Would you like these in your socks or under your blankets? They get warm, see.” Edward asked and pressed one against the bottom of Oswald’s socks. The patient gasped and made a pleased noise, nodding his head.

“Feels nice… Can… can I have one for my… ears?” Oswald asked, obviously focusing on the feeling rather than speaking. Edward smiled and handed him one of the packs and worked on slipping the others into his socks.

Oswald hummed and rubbed the pack across his face and nose, holding it over each of his ears. Then his eyes popped open wide with a gasp.

“Is there something wrong, Oswald? Are you alright?” Edward asked in concern at the blush that was creeping down Oswald’s throat and down to his chest. Maybe the packs were too hot? Did he snap them wrong?

“I- I’m just sleepy is all. Those feel nice. Thank you. May I go to bed now?” Oswald asked, kinda pushy like he just wanted Ed to leave. Ed just nodded and made his way to the door, slight grin on his face as he shut out the lights.

“Goodnight, Mr. Cobblepot. Maybe I’ll come visit you again.” Edward teased as he stood in the hallway light leaking in through the open door. He could just make out the way Oswald glanced away and nodded.

“Okay, Ed”

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Edward found it pleasant to be interactive with the patients. Patient. Oswald.

He liked stretching his legs after sitting for hours and the long walk to the man’s room was perfect and calm. And it was nice to see the twinkle in Oswald’s eyes, even when he didn’t fully recognize Ed. The dark haired boy would smile and talk and talk before realizing it was Eddy and give him a hug. And Ed was okay with being hugged by warm soft arms and cold spindly hands.

“Good evening Mr. Cobblepot, how’re you doing today, Ozzy?”

“Hi Ozzy, what’re you reading?”

“Oh Ozzy, don’t you wanna go see the rain? We can bring your blanket.”

“Ozzy do you think the nurses will let us have a sleepover?”

“Ozzy, shush, I brought snacks.”

Ed would bring different things for Oswald, to the nurses disdain. Crackers, strawberry milk, a bag of cheap pre popped popcorn, tea in a thermos, each thing Ed brought and shared with Oswald in his bed made the patient even sweeter. Always thanking Ed with a hug as he snuggled in next to the other man sitting against the wall in the bed.

Oswald had requested only one thing, a picture of them together with Ed’s name written under it. And there was a cruddy picture printed by the office printer of them taken on Ed’s cell, both smiling widely, tapes next to the photo of Oswald and his dear mother.

Though some nights were better than others, some nights ending in Oswald crying screaming that he didn’t want a man in his bedroom at night, that Edward was improper, Ed kept coming back and being kind. Oswald was an amazing creature. He couldn’t stay away.

At least that’s what he told himself. What he told himself at work when he daydreamt of Oswald’s thin hands or his soft belly speckled with powder light freckles, his round ears, his sweet little giggles, his smooth pink scars, his thin lips, how soft his hair would be in Edwrd’s hand or how he makes such enticing sounds when something feels nice on him… It was all because Oswald was… intriguing. Not because he felt like warm fresh-from-the-dryer laundry when he was around the dark haired man or because his heart felt like a gymnast when Oswald fell asleep on his shoulder or in the chair in the file room.

And Oswald felt… happy. He felt warm and fuzzy in his belly when Ed was around. He talked about him with the therapist all the time. He told his friend, Gretchen, all about the boy and she’d said that Ed sounded like a good boy. He liked the way the wall and sheet smelled after Ed left and how every part of Ed was amazing and that Oswald wanted to touch his skin all over.

And he was sure Ed had good skin under his clothes. Oswald liked the skin on his hands, strong hands with perfect short nails that made Oswald’s center do a weird flip flop. He was sure the soft smooth slightly tanned skin was everywhere and that it would all feel very good against his own pale flesh.

Everywhere against him. Oswald could imagine it in such clarity. All times of day. Which really only caused Oswald more frustration because he felt good but he felt… lonely too. He like the way his belly got warm and how nice his blanket felt between his knees and how suddenly he was a bit breathless and he could picture Edward snuggling against him, kissing him, being so close, being connected- and then Oswald could start to cry and get a weird squirming feeling and have to go to the bathroom and washing his face.

And both had decided, perhaps it would be okay to keep near. Perhaps it would be okay to keep the warm feeling in their chests a secret from the other but… still try and get a bit closer to savor it.

Night after night Edward made his way from the filing room, lost in his own mind, to the patient’s room. And Oswald would be there. Sometimes with a knowing smile, other times half asleep, and occasionally reading a book. They talked, shared sacks and drinks, read a comic book Edward liked, and sometimes they just sat near and rested against each other.

And it was always at night when the lights went out. Oswald knew, even when he really didn’t, that good things come when the lights go out.

So when Edward made his way into the room during the day, just after lunch, Oswald was frightened.

Ed was on break from the police station, taking an extra long lunch to come visit Oswald and ask if it would be okay to go on an outing. He already had permission to take Oswald to a drive-in theater, but he’d yet to ask the other boy. He was giddy walking quickly with the movie listings printed out in his hands.

He was less giddy when he heard the other squawk and yell as soon as his door was opened. Oswald was scrambling in his bed, pulling all his blankets over himself, face flush and pink, hair a mess. Ed was concerned, making his way to the bedside, taking in the way Oswald was positioned to hide his arms or legs. Oswald had tried to hurt himself before. Edward took a breath and looked at Oswald’s teary face and messy bed.

“Oswald.” Edward said and reached for the blanket covering Oswald’s middle.

“Eddie don’t look” Oswald squawked and moved one hand to keep the blanket but Edward already was pulling the blanket away. The assistant disregarded Oswald’s shouts to go away or stop. Even when they started a halfway game of tug-of-war.

“Oswald, I have to see if you’re hurting yourse- oh Ozzie.” Edward said when he finally got the blankets off Oswald’s body.

He was lying there, shirt rucked up to his armpits, day pants shoved down to his ankles, briefs down his knees, one hand holding the brush end of a hairbrush as its handle plunged into his rosy center. Edward stared, just for a moment, he just looked. Oswald was so pretty. His soft belly, his trembling plush thighs, his small hands struggling not to shake as he kept the makeshift toy in place. His face was pure, overwhelmed with pleasure, he’d come to tears. And oh the way his straight thin black hair laid around his tender slit made Edward very suddenly light headed and very aware of where his blood was headed.

“I said don’t look!” Oswald cried out and brought his good leg up to kick Ed in the gut. Though it was a very light kick, it was enough to pull the taller boy out of his own head.

Ed shook his head and reached for Oswald’s hand still occupied with the brush.

“Oswald I can’t let you do that with a hairbrush. That’s not okay.” Edward said and grasped Oswald’s wrist as the boy hit him with his free hand.

“But it’s my hairbrush!” Oswald said and let out a sob as Edward’s hand pressed on his lower stomach, holding him down.

“No.” Edward said and gently but firmly held Oswald’s wrists away with one hand and used his other to pull the brush from Oswald’s clenching, shaking body. Edward felt like he couldn’t breathe as he held the brush in his hand and looked down at the other.

Oswald was sobbing, whole body shaking with each sob. His hole twitching and clenching around nothing as his knees drew together to try and hide away, his belly jiggling slightly with the creaking sobs. And his thighs were shiny with slick, matching the nearly dripping handle of the brush. Oswald was messy, not only his tear and sob smeared face but also where his slick spattered down the insides of his legs and his soaked soft looking pubes.

Oswald let out a whimper and shook, legs trembling. He reached up for Edward’s arm where the brush was hanging limp at his side.

“Please Ed…. I need it. Nothing else makes it better. It’s all… itchy in there.” Oswald begged and Edward took a step back, tearing his eyes away from the patient. He focused on breathing and thinking of things to kill his erection. Mowing grass, cold showers, vaccinations, stubbing his toe.

He just looked at the door and then realized the warm brush was still in his hand and he rushed over to the cabinet.

“Oswald… do you know what you were doing?” Edward asked seriously and got a biohazard bag from the cabinet and quickly put the hairbrush in it, sealing away the slightly sweet aroma coming from it. He turned around to see Oswald pulling his pants up and shoving his shirt down, hiding away the yards of soft pale flesh Edward was so enamored with.

“I-I-I thought I was supposed to,” Oswald said looking down at where he was still all sticky. He was doing something that wasn’t hurting him when he was having weird feelings. He was supposed to do nice things to himself. Like counting or jumping. The hairbrush felt nice… at least much better than his fingers or when he rubbed on the bed.

“Oswald you… you shouldn’t put things that aren’t specifically made for it, inside of yourself. You wouldn’t eat a tennis ball would you? Hm would you?” Edward asked to lighten the mood a bit which caused Oswald to give him a confused look before shaking his head with a light grin.

“No, I wouldn’t eat a tennis ball.” Oswald said lightly and shook his head.

“So something like this” Edward said and held up the hair brush inside the bag “should not go inside of you. Now clean yourself up we need to go ask doctor Thompkins something don’t we.” Edward said and walked out, taking a moment to breathe outside the door.

His heart was racing, his cock ached, and he just knew. He knew what they both wanted, needed, craved .

“Yes, Eddy.” Oswald said as the back of the door, he laid back flat in his bed, hands laying over his covered stomach. He couldn’t help the smile that crested on his lips. It suddenly felt a sugary warmth not only in his pants but also in his chest. Like he knew Edward was thinking the same thing he was.

Oh to just be together as themselves and in the most improper ways.

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“I’m concerned for his sexual health. This is what he was using for a masturbation aid.” Edward said and set the hairbrush in its bag on Leslie’s desk. Watching the woman's eyes grow wide and her eyebrows raise, Edward schooled his face to not show how desperate he felt to get permission to… help Oswald.

“Oswald?” She asked with a look that had Oswald looking down at his fidgeting feet. The dark haired boy’s face was cherry red and his hands were shifty and flexing against his day clothes.

“I thought I was supposed to. It- it- I wasn’t hurting myself. It- I’m sorry.” Oswald muttered and looked over to the side. He felt a bit like he was about to be scolded by the school master.

“No, no, it’s okay Oswald. I just wish you would have told the therapist you were struggling with desires of this… nature. You know we all tiptoe around this kind of thing. Especially with you.” Leslie said and plastered on a calm smile and gentle demeanor. She nodded and at Oswald when he looked up at her, eyes unsure.

He mustered up his emotions, mostly confusing which made him mad and frustration that also made him mad.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to- to do. It’s itchy and weird and it makes my underwear smell weird and then after I have to pee even if I don’t really need to pee and- and then it makes me make- make weird noises and it makes it hard to breathe. I dunno what to do other than… put something in there.” Oswald said in a rush, ending up making a very scrunched up face at Leslie who had to hold back her laughter. A bird with its feathers up for sure.

“Do you know what you were doing is called?” Leslie asked and Oswald sat back down, slumping and shook his head.

“I-I-I don’t know.” Oswald confessed and looked back down at the bottom of Doctor Thompkins’ desk. He flushed again but then looked over at Ed’s shiny shoes and felt a bit better. Ed was like balm on a burn. It didn’t matter if Oswald was dumb about some things because Ed knew about all sorts of stuff.

“Masturbation. It’s not a bad thing to do but we need to talk to the therapist and make sure you understand what it means to do it. Then we can… explore other options.” Leslie explained and noted that she needed to have an emergency call to Oswald’s therapist and arrange a very.. Fragile appointment.

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“Fragile” was not a word to describe what Oswald was going through. Aggressive self-soothing? Perhaps. Obsessive hypersexualized self-soothing, nearing the line between soothing and harm? Yes.

Oswald had been sat down and told that 1. Masturbation is good and healthy for a man Oswald’s age, 2. There are things made to go inside and nothing else should ever go inside. Ever., and 3. If he ever wanted to invite someone else to his room for anything more than masturbation, he’d need to get permission from Doctor Leslie and his therapist and then get an exam.

And they’d given him some books to read, and made it very clear that even if the books all showed girls, and said they were for girls, and only were about girls, that they didn’t see him as anything except the man he is. Oswald hated the books. He hated them so much. He read them… and read them again, and then took them to the bathroom with a small plastic mirror, and decided they were gross and put them in the trash, and then put them under his bed because maybe they were gross but also kind of useful.

And they gave him a very weird squishy blue thing. Oswald called it the thingy because he couldn’t remember what the doctor had told him it was.

The weird doctor.

The one that made him lay on a table with his legs all bent and open, the one who put something cold and weird inside of him before he panicked and they made him sleep only to wake up with his butt, thighs, and stomach aching horribly. The one who was all smiley when she came in and told him that he was healthy. Told him he only had minor scarring from his procedure. The procedure that he had no idea even happened and that she never explained. One that had apparently happened in the years he was missing.

But Oswald was okay. He was okay putting the thingy inside himself and biting his pillow to keep quiet. He was okay balling up his blanket between his legs and rubbing on it. He was okay sitting in the common room, spaced out, and rocking back and forth until the nurses told him to stop. He was okay with Ed coming in for lunch and finding Oswald withering under his blankets, whimpering his name. He was okay with Ed touching his ankle when he hides away under his blanket, shaking from those little shocks that happen once he’s done. He was okay when Ed came in at night and stood by the door and watched. He was very okay when Ed would watch him, standing by the door, and come press a kiss to Oswald’s panting lips after he got done trembling and shaking. Oswald was okay.

Edward however was on the edge of a very steep cliff. He spent far too many hours rushing through the halls between the file room and Oswald’s room. Far too many rushed moment’s hiding under his desk holding a tissue over his cock just to keep from staining the carpet. And far far far too many hours stood just inside Oswald’s door watching the patient.

Ed couldn’t help himself. He knew he should turn and leave but the way Oswald twisted and jerked in his bed, under his purple blanket, the way he cried out and let out busted little sobs, the way he moaned out Ed’s name like the assistant was his savior… it all made Ed glue down to the floor. It made him take the few steps so that when Oswald was laying lax in his bed catching his breath Ed could press hot kisses into his panting mouth. It made it impossible for him to keep his hands from stealing a little touch from the other man, it made it impossible for Ed to not grab at a frail ankle and feel the racing pulse wracking through the shorter man.

And Ed was losing it. He was running from the room to the bathroom to give himself a few tight strokes before he was spilling into the toilet or sink. He was hiding under the file room desk to jerk himself off thinking of how good Oswald would feel in his hands, in his lap, on him. How sweetly he’d sob as Ed touched his softest, most precious parts. How he’d sob and cry and hang onto Ed like the brunette was the only anchor he had to earth. And Ed had to tell himself jerking off four times a day was inhibiting his ability to get work done. And he’d hear Oswald small breathy whimpers, see his tear streaked face, see how his body trembled and rocked with the aftershocks of an orgasm and go back to the bathroom to pull himself through just one more.

And he couldn’t stop. He found himself going to Oswald constantly. Seeing him in the day room in the morning rocking in his chair, in his room for lunch only to find Oswald whining and crying from stuffing himself, at night when the lights went off and Oswald was throwing himself through lord knows how many orgasms before he fell asleep with his briefs around his knees. He couldn’t stop from watching, from getting Oswald a water and a cookie, a wash cloth, and kissing him, kneeling over him in bed and kissing him until Oswald was panting again.

No matter how many times Oswald didn’t notice him there, how many times Oswald walked to the file room and couldn’t remember Ed’s name but knew the room was a good room, how many times Oswald gasped and told him that a man should never sneak up on someone in their powder room while he was getting ready for bed, nothing could keep Ed away.

It all came to a head when Leslie had called him while he was filing at the police station. She was frustrated sounding.

Oswald was having a fit . He was screaming, crying, and fighting off every single person who got near him. He wanted Edward Nygma . Leslie said she was astonished that the patient could even remember Ed’s full name and could recite it over and over again as he threw hit books at the door. Ed was even surprised when Leslie held her phone away from her and he could faintly hear the patient’s screaming.

“ I want Eddy! Edward Nygma is the only person allowed in! Go away! Go away! Please stay away!”

Ed felt a hiccup in his chest and stood stone still as Leslie told him to get his ass over before they send in the big nurses and drug Oswald until he’s passed out. He bit out an answer and dropped the papers onto his desk and hurried out to tell everyone he was leaving early because of a small emergency.

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Ed had come in, being led back to Oswald’s room by a very burly nurse. He stood before the door as Leslie told the rest of the staff that Ed was, well, The Edward Nygma. And Edward opened the door to his dear sweet Oswald.

And promptly got nailed in the face with a tube of lube.

“Oh Eddy, I-I’m sorry I didn’t know! Eddy, they want to touch me! I don’t want them to touch me! I want you to touch me, can’t- can’t you help me? Please Eddy, I need- need- I don’t know but I need it!” Oswald sobbed out and reached out from his bed toward Edward who was easily making his way to sit down on the bed.

Oswald clung to him, arms wrapping around Ed’s thin middle as he nuzzled into the other man’s warm chest. Ed smiled and started an easy even rhythm of rubbing Oswald’s back, up and down over his knobby spine.

“Why are you so upset? What happened, Ozzy?” Ed asked as Oswald rubbed his soft cheek across the texture of Ed’s button down shirt. The smaller man groaned and went all loose, laying across Edward’s lap with his face hidden.

Ed had to clench his jaw to keep from making a noise at the sight of Oswald’s nose laying against his zipper and his small hands fidgeting with one of his belt loops. Oswald had been getting handsy, grabbing and hugging and burying his face in Ed’s clothes or neck. And when Oswald turned just a small bit and looked up at Ed with those piercing blue eyes, half hidden by his hair, Ed could barely keep himself from dragging the patient up into a searing kiss.

“Had a dream. Woke up all… weird feeling in my gut. Told the nurse I needed to take a shower, she wouldn’t let me, she just told me to change my underthings. But- but the- the texture… It made it worse. I got put in the day room and then they kicked me out for rocking, I went to lunch and they fussed at me for rubbing on the bench, and- and then I talked to the talk-to doctor and he fussed at me for fidgeting and squirming around. Just need you.” Oswald said quietly, eyes starting to well up, becoming glistening and just that much more desperate looking.

Edward stared. He felt something inside his brain, inside his very soul, was twisting. Twisting, burning, turning dark in his chest as he stared down the pathetic lovely little thing sniffling in his lap, against his swelling cock, in such emotional and physical turmoil.

And he liked it. He liked how his hand drug over Oswald’s shoulder, into his shaggy black hair, and pressed his head down as his hips rolled up. He liked the whimper and slight struggle Oswald gave as Ed’s zipper dug into his cheek, liked the confused and slightly frightened look on Oswald’s tear stricken pink tinted face. And he liked how when he let up Oswald sat up and moved closer to pant and nuzzle against Ed’s neck, words lost to the blood rushing in Ed’s ears.

“Oswald, do you want to have sex with me?” Edward asked as he rolled his head to the side to lay against Oswald’s slightly damp hair.

He nearly laughed at the noise that escaped Oswald’s throat, something between a honk and a gasp, breathy yet… caught and squeaky.

The patient jerked back to sit on his butt, bad leg thrown over the side of the bed, the other sat flat behind Edward’s back. He stared at Ed with wide eyes, as though he was so shocked by the question. After weeks of showing Ed his most sensitive moments… Why was it so shocking?

“Oswald, you know what you want.” Ed said lowly as he pulled his own leg up on the bed, between Oswald’s spread ones, pushing their chests together, shoving the patient to lay on the bed, moving to cage the smaller man in with his arms on either side of his narrow shoulders.

Oswald looked up at him with big shocked eyes, rimmed red from tears, hands shaking as they floated between their stomachs. He opened and closed his mouth, brain far too scrambled and boiled to come up with an answer at the moment. Ed used one hand to hold himself up and the other to touch the side of Oswald’s face, thumb tracing a soft cheek as his other fingers traced over his round ears.

“Say what you want. What do you want? You threw a big tantrum, yelled, threw things, you hit people, what was it all for?” Edward asked, staring straight into Oswald’s eyes as he looked anywhere else. Oswald’s jaw worked under the warm palm cradling it.

“You. I d-do, I want you, Eddy. I-I caused trouble t-to get you here. Please? Please Eddy, I signed papers, I-I can have the-the special room.” Oswald begged, he forced his eyes to flash up to catch the other’s gaze.

Ed hummed, enjoying the way Oswald looked in the moment. He liked knowing Oswald was soaking wet underneath his clothes. That he was wanting and ready through a few layers of fabric.

“You have to say that to Doctor Thompson. You have to tell her you want to have sex, that you want it. You have to agree to get checked out after. Understand that, Ozzy?” Ed explained as he let his face get closer to Oswald’s, his fingers still gently stroking over damp hair and blushing pink ears. Oswald’s eyes flashed up and down from eyes down to lips, down lower where Ed’s leg was keeping his own spread open.

“I- I- understand. Doctor Thompson, tell her, use- use the words. Yes, Eddy, pl-please” Oswald said beggingly as his hips rolled down onto the bed. The small movement was enough to set something alight in Ed. He shoved himself up, standing in front of the flustered blushing patient and looked him over with hunger in his eyes.

“I’m gonna take care of you. Skip dinner, a nurse will bring you to the room. You’re being good, Ozzy, just relax for the next few hours. Don’t use your toy. I’ll see you later.” Ed said quickly, he was on the brink of fucking Oswald right in his shitty little bed with everyone his abreath behind the door. He didn’t care. Oswald was perfect, and wanting .

Oswald nodded and was about to say something but Ed was already shutting the door behind himself. He laid back in bed, hands laying on his chest. He nearly giggled. He was going to do something naughty with a boy… How fun!

Doctor Thompson was the first one to see the giggling, grinning patient. She knew it was going to happen eventually.

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“Oswald, I need to take you to the conjugal visitor’s room. Bring your blanket and a change of clothes.” Said a nurse as she stood by the door, waiting on Oswald.

“I- I have them. I have everything. I- I’m prepared.” Oswald said and grabbed up the stack of material he had already gathered. He had gotten ready as soon as he got the papers that said what to expect, what to bring, and what would happen after.

He was overly excited as he was shown through the ward, down a hall he’d never been down, and to a door that looked just like all the others in the hospital. Except when he opened it he was greeted with a sight better than any he’d seen in… a very long time.

“Hi Ozzy, come sit down. I made dinner.” Edward said and welcomed Oswald into the room that was furnished like a regular apartment with a table, a tv, a couch, a small kitchenette, and a door that was open leading to the bedroom.

Oswald looked around in wonder. It was just like a regular home. He looked at the windows that were just pictures on the walls and not real windows, the soft warm lights, the bed in the bedroom dressed in simple sheets with a comforter folded at the foot, and finally he looked back at Ed who was motioning toward a chair that sat at the small four person table.

Oswald sat down at the table and looked at the plate in front of him. He felt like he was dreaming.

“This is breakfast.” He said as he looked at the stunning plates before him, the smell making his mouth water and his mind quiet.

“Yes. You said you liked breakfast. This is breakfast dinner . French toast, eggs, bacon, and nice warm tea. I know you don’t like coffee.” Edward said and swept a hand over the table, showing off all the fresh made food.

He’d been working hard to make Oswald food that would fill him up and give him energy. It made something feel sweet in his heart, something was being fed by taking care of Oswald. Something that made him wanna feed Oswald himself, to have complete control over it all. But then he was sure that might scare his sweet partner away. Especially when Oswald looks up with big puppy eyes as his hands nervously float over the cutlery set beside his plate.

“Can-can I eat it? Or do I need to wait?” Oswald asked and his mouth watered at the sight of all the food. He wasn’t worried about how he looked under his clothes or if he washed his hair well enough, he wasn’t scared about Ed not liking him, he felt a wash of calm come over him as Edward nodded and stepped away.

“Eat, Oswald, you’ll need energy.” Edward said and sat down opposite of the other and began to eat.

They didn’t talk. They didn’t need to. Oswald was already getting a warm feeling in his gut and Edward had been at least half hard since he’d started preparing the dinner. Since he’d put the soft towels beside the bed, piled the bedside with condoms and lube packets, and made sure there were snap warmers and extra socks nearby.

Edward was quiet as he cleaned the plates away, putting them in the sink to be dealt with later he came back and stood behind Oswald’s chair, gently letting his fingers skate up over his shoulders to rub up and down the thrumming vein on each side of his frail pale neck.

“Oswald, what do you want to do now?” Edward asked and felt the other swallow and open his mouth without speaking before closing it again a few times. He used his grasp on Oswald’s jaw and tilted his face up to look at him.

Oswald was red in the face, ears flushed a dark pink to match his cheeks. His eyes wavering and glossy wet, lips trembling, hands grabbing tightly onto the belly of his own sweater, his only anchor. Ed watched him, watched him struggle helplessly with what he wanted to say.

“Do you want me to be in charge?” Ed asked simply and Oswald was closing his eyes tightly and nodding. Of course, Ed thought, Oswald is dependent , he needs guidance, thrives under it.

And the weight of having to come up with a response lifted from Oswald’s shoulders. He didn’t know where to start. He only knew what to do with Ed after the fact. He only knew the sloppy wet kisses that were pressed into his lips when he was drowning in his own orgasm. Ed knew though. Ed always just knew .

“Up. Kisses, yes?” Edward ordered and then asked as soon as Oswald was standing before him. Oswald was closing his eyes, dark eyelashes fanning beautifully across his lightly freckled face, lips pursing forward. Edward smiled and gently placed his hands on Oswald’s soft hips.

“Good” Edward whispered as he leaned down to connect their lips, slowly and carefully.

Though Oswald was not keen on keeping it that way. He was whimpering in moments, arms coming to drag Ed closer by his shoulders, lifting up as tall as he could get to press them even closer. He was breathless in minutes, breathless from the way Ed was sucking on his bottom lip, the way warm hands had slipped under the striped fabric of his sweater and were burning into his skin.

“Ozzy, Ozzy, c’mon, bed, bedroom.” Edward said between kisses as he pulled Oswald toward the open door.

Though the shorter man was still trying to keep their tongues entwined the entire time they eventually made it there. And when they pulled apart Ed was resparked.

Oswald was a mess. Lips red and puffy, slight drool marking the side of his mouth, his face a stunning warm peach color, his eyes blow wide and big, he was the face of debauched without ever doing more than kissing.

“Beautiful, so perfect, Oswald, so pretty,” Edward said and pushed some messy black hair out of Oswald’s eyes. The shorter just smiled, toothy and honest, and leaned into the palm on the side of his face.

“Do you really think so, Eddy? You’re so pretty, so warm, sm-smart too!” Oswald complimented and Edward smirked, the begging tone in Oswald's voice was really making him feel a certain way.

“Oswald, take off your shirt.” Ed ordered as he closed the bedroom door and slipped off his shoes, taking off his belt. Oswald had slipped his own slippers off under the table and only had on his sweatpants and sweater.

Oswald was quick to comply, pulling his sweater up, struggling with it for a moment before he was holding it in front of himself. He was suddenly feeling quite self conscious. Edwrad had seen him topless dozens of times. But in this… this context. It wasn’t when Ed put him to sleep, it wasn’t like when Ed walked in on him writhing in bed, it wasn’t Ed helping him in the shower. It was… intimate in the highest degree.

“Give it here, we don’t want it getting… messy, would we?” Edward said when he noticed Oswald holding onto the fabric. He held his hand out and waited until Oswald shakily handed it over. Ed gently put it aside, folding it easily and sitting on a chair set by the door. He then unbuttoned and shrugged his own shirt off, bearing his undershirt to the world.

“Y-you have on a shirt still.” came from the patient as he looked at the other. As he stared, admired, and grew utterly starving for the other. He indulged and looked, really looked. Ed had small scars on his arms, his long, tan, well sculpted arms and a slim waist where his undershirt hugged onto him. He was… thin, tall, strong, tan, and it made Oswald both dizzy with warmth and wet his underpants and a bit… feeling a bit unworthy.

Edward noticed but decided against saying anything in favor of catching the way Oswald’s knees wobbled and his mouth hung open when he pulled the thin white shirt off.

He turned and looked back at his partner, the way Oswald’s eyes feasted on every square inch of bared flesh. It made him proud. It made him feel… more than adequate, it made him feel a bit like a preened chicken but it let himself be looked at.

Oswald liked looking, too. He liked seeing what was hidden from him for so long. He liked seeing Ed’s flat scarless chest, his hairless torso, the way his stomach was flat with the valleys of muscles just barely there, the way his tan was so clearly created by being shirtless by the stark line where his slacks were sagging lower on his hips, and oh his hips. Ed had sharp bones that stuck out, so unlike the way Oswald’s own were more hidden.

“Do you like the way I look, Ozzy?” Edward asked and stepped back to nose down the side of Oswald’s neck, hands finding their way back to run up from Oswald’s hips to his shoulder blades and down to his still covered behind. Oswald was nodding, leaning so Ed had more space to mouth at.

“Do you know what comes off now? What it means when they come off?” Edward asked and let his fingers just barely slip under the tied waistband of the sweatpants. His own slacks were sagging down, ready to slip past his ass and to the floor. He nearly laughed out loud when Oswald answered, nearly ruining the warm atmosphere he’d created.

“Pants, sex, cuddling” Oswald answered. He knew the basics of it all. They get naked, have sex, and then wash and cuddle. Or at least he hoped there would be copious amounts of cuddling.

“Ready?” Edward asked and brought his face back up to the other’s and his hands grabbed the strings holding the sweats up. Oswald held his gaze for just a moment, just long enough to feel, in his heart, that it wasn’t something clinical or something to do, it was something special. It was something precious. All just because it was with Ed. And he nodded.

Ed easily untied the string and pulled both Oswald’s pants and briefs down, lowering them as he lowered himself until he was kneeling in front of Oswald. Oswald was stunning at this angle. He was perfect, plush pale thighs framing neatly trimmed pitch black hair that was already soaked, his soft belly and hips that were begging to be kissed and marked up all the way to his chest, his lips parted as he panted lightly, and his eyes that were filled with something hot and desperate as he looked down at Ed.

“Pretty, so pretty, Ozzy. Bed, now.” Edward said and stood back up, working his own slacks and underwear down and off. Oswald positioned himself in the middle of the bed, flat on his back, hands folded over his chest, waiting.

But oh he couldn’t keep his eyes from feasting upon the image beside him. Ed was… so much more than he had imagined. He was so… so . He had soft looking smooth skin, his tan carved around a pair of shorts, lines blatant where his pale hips and groin met his tan thighs and stomach.

And Oswald was looking.

He was looking , and he was… getting a bit nervous. Because he was naked. And Ed was naked. And Ed had very different equipment. And Ed’s equipment was… a lot. His cock was hard, reaching up toward his belly, and much bigger than Oswald’s toy.

“Are you alright, Ozzy? You can touch me, I’m going to touch you.” Edward explained as he crawled onto the bed, kneeling at the end by Oswald’s still sock covered feet. He gently took one fragile ankle into his hand, Oswald’s good leg, and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss onto the joint as his other hand caressed up and down the rest of his leg gently.

Oswald gasped and hummed, pleasure buzzing in his belly already. He knew Edward was looking between his thighs, where his soft place was still hidden away by the pudge of his thighs. He looked over Ed, his smooth sculpted chest, strong legs, full and rosy cock, and spread his legs till they were on either side of his partner.

“That’s good Oswald, do you want me to touch you?” Edward asked and moved so he was sitting between Oswald’s knees, careful of the busted and scarred one. He was looking down at where Oswald was finally showing him… he was soaked. Framed by such dark hair only made the slick rosy folds look more enticing. His clit just bigger than normal, hole clenching when he noticed Ed looking.

“Y-yes please” Oswald said and took Ed’s hand in his own trembling one, bringing it down to his hole. Edward smiled and leaned down, chests pressing together, skin on skin making Oswald gasp. Edward grinned into the kiss they shared.

He continued to kiss and lick into Oswald’s mouth as he let out a long, pitchy moan as Ed slipped two of his fingers into his welcoming hole. At this angle he could press his palm into Oswald’s clit, which he did.

“Eddy! Eddy, please please please, I-I- Please Ed!” Oswald begged as his hands flew up to hold onto Ed’s shoulders, short nails digging in. He panted and his eyes squeezed shut, nearly overwhelmed from how very very close they were.

Edward kept kissing him, across his lips, near his ears, down his neck, he was savoring the feeling of Oswald clenching around his fingers as he moved them in a slow rhythm of in and out. He savored each one of Oswald’s whimpers and small shouts as he worked his fingers fast, as he pitched them up to rub across the soft sensitive spot inside.

“Eddy, ple-EASE! I- I know what comes next, please Ed. Put- put it in.” Oswald begged and pushed at Ed’s wrist, pushing his fingers out. He was sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, thighs trembling, eyes teared up and blown nearly black, just a rim of blue left.

“Are you sure Oswald?” Ed asked as he reached over to the bedside and pulled out a condom and packet of lube. He sat back on his haunches and had to give himself a tight squeeze. He was already way too close just from kissing and fingering his partner.

“I think so. ‘M ready for you Ed.” Oswald said as he scootched back so his head was higher on the pillow. He situated himself so his legs were spread but his bad leg was in a good spot, and closed his eyes and waited.

He expected Ed to just… do it.

But of course it was Ed and he had to make sure everything was perfect.

“Oswald, I’m putting a towel down so when we’re done we can just rest. Pick up your legs for a moment.” Ed unfolded and slipped the soft plush towel underneath Oswald’s bottom, spreading across the bed. He took a moment to look at Oswald again. The soft smile on his face, his just slightly trembling thighs, his dripping hole, and his eyes, twinkling and waiting.

When he was finally in position, kneeling between Oswald’s thighs, feeling the plush softness against his own hips, he forgot all plans of teasing Oswald’s clit, of making it last, of anything other than getting inside of his partner. When he looked down and saw Oswald’s small hands grabbing the pillow beside his head, lips swollen and red from kissing, his eyes rimmed red only making the blue look that much more vibrant, his hips begging to move and wiggle but being forced to stay still, Ed just couldn’t stay away.

“Easy, Oswald, easy” Ed whispered as he slowly pushed himself forward, into Oswald’s soft, hot, tight hole. Oswald howled, a sound that was cracking and pitchy that Edward could feel . The shorter man thrashed against the bed a bit, throwing his head back and forth, arms pulling Ed back down so they were chest to chest again.

“Ed, Ed, Edward, please, please, I-I- it’s so much!” Oswald babbled as he scratched long red lines down Ed’s back.

Edward just let his hips sit still once he was fully seated inside. He buried his face in Oswald’s neck, arms holding himself so he didn’t squish his partner. Oswald was… so good. So warm, so wet, so perfect. He was so good when he couldn’t help but let his hips jump and twitch, he was so good when he moaned as Ed slipped a hand between them to find his clit again, and he was so so good when Ed gave him a small shallow thrust and he screamed.

“Ed! Oh! More, more, more, more, more, more, please, please Eddy” Oswald chanted and grabbed a hold on the pillow by his head, eyes tightly closed, lips hanging open letting out constant moans and whines as Ed started to fuck him in ernest.

The brunette pushed himself up onto his hands, looked down at Oswald’s face, got his knees under himself a bit better, and let himself really go. The slapping sounds that emanated between them were drowned out by Oswald’s moans. Long, needy, pitchy sounds that ended in gasps or whines.

Oswald was overwhelmed with utter pleasure, unable to think , much too far one to even consider that he was being too loud. He didn’t even know he was making noise. He was so lost in the way Ed felt as he thrusted up into his body, as all his good spots were being used and hit over and over again. He was lost between Ed’s cock filling in such a new and burning hot way, and Ed’s soft fingers rubbing quick slick little circles over his clit. He was lost in Ed’s short pleasured pants and breathy moans.

He didn’t even know the words that were coming out of his mouth once he started getting that rushing water kinda feeling low in his pelvis.

“Please, please, please, Eddy, please, please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll, I’ll be good, please Eddy, please, please please” Oswald babbled as he bucked and tried to push back onto Ed’s thrusts.

Ed was on fire, his very soul was burning up with each one of Oswald’s pathetic little mewls, with every begging word that slipped past his lips, he was catching fire. He was slamming into the smaller body below him, careless of whether or not he would bruise the other man. His mind was tuned to a new wave, one that hungered for the power he had over the other, for the utter control he had of the situation. And he liked it. He liked that he could stop and Oswald would cry. He liked that if he wanted to he could put hands on Oswald and make him wait. He liked that if he wanted to he could make Oswald turn to ruin. And he really liked that he was making Oswald turn to nothing but a soaked, pleading, pathetic thing for him.

Lovely.

It was lovely, the soft wetness that soaked the bed, the whimpers, the pleads, they were nothing but lovely .

“Ed, Ed, Ed, I’m gonna-” Oswald warned as the rushing water turned boiling in his belly, he was screaming with each deep long thrust, each rough rub his clit was getting.

And Ed nearly stopped, he nearly let himself feed into that sadistic urge that was clawing at his mind. But he just couldn’t . He couldn’t stop from slamming into the responsive, wonderful, loud little thing below him.

“Come on, Ozzy, good boy, cum, gonna cum too.” Ed said and he was. He was getting the gittery desperate feeling in his hips, making it impossible to keep rhythm.

Oswald had started to have little twitches, tightening around him sporadically. He was clawing again, hands struggling to grab onto Ed and hold on. His whole body was jerking, twisting, kicking, like he was a twisted up rubber band.

“I love you, oh, I love you, I love you I loveyouIloveyouIloveyou” Oswald chanted out and screamed as his body pulled taught, like he was frozen. He was still, back pulled up into an arch, mouth hung open, eyes rolled to the back of his head, nails firmly dug into Ed’s back.

It only took one look at Oswald’s blissed face for Ed to let out a long groan and let himself cum deep within Oswald’s trembling center. He kept himself still inside even as Oswald melted. He kept himself inside even as he softened and Oswald relaxed into a puddle on the bed. He only pulled out when the condom began to leak back onto himself.

He tied off the condom and threw it in the small trash can beside the bed, he used the towel to wipe himself and Oswald off, and tossed it off the side of the bed to lay beside Oswald.

“Do we cuddle now?” Oswald asked, slurred and slow. Edward huffed a laugh and pulled Oswald close to him, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Yes Oswald, we can cuddle as long as you want. Whenever you want.” Ed promised. He smiled at Oswald as he snuggled in, pulling the blanket up over their naked bodies.

Ed was happy. And he liked the way he felt settled in his mind. He liked the clarity he was granted as he worked the next day, planning on how to make Oswald… cry. How to make him scream and cry and beg for mercy. How to make him worse …. And perhaps that was very terrible but somehow a different side of Edward was carving itself out.

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