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a piece of me | portgas d ace .MDNI. AANXIOUSANGEL ©

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: a request from my ao3 comments! i really hope this is enjoyable because i lowk hate it the more i reread it... so... i'll be rewriting this eventually (i really don't think i can ever top my asl bro fic lol). 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: character death (not Ace), blood, angst and fluff, kid!bully!Ace, teen!depressed!reader, violence/death depicted at the end 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3.5k 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you're empty without your flame by your side. what will you do when he comes back for you?

Several years ago… ages 8 + 10

“Ace!” You called out, trying to keep up with the older boy.

Luffy was right behind you, panting, “Y/N/N! Wait for me!”

“Sorry, Lu,” you huff out, hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath.

Just a moment of you taking your eyes off of Ace and he was gone! You pout, kicking the dirt on the path. Surrounding you and Luffy were the woods you’d been around all your childhood. Off in the shade, you plop down against a tree with a huff. Why couldn’t you be fast like Ace or Sabo..?

“I’m hungry,” Luffy whined, sitting next to you.

You glance over at the younger boy, frowning slightly. He was always hungry. This was nothing new. You just still couldn’t understand how his stomach was basically a bottomless pit. Then again, you basically burned off everything you ate on a daily, running like this.

“Head back for lunch, Lu. I’ll try and find Ace, ‘kay?”

Luffy frowned but didn’t argue, mumbling out an ‘okay’ before getting up to trudge the whole way home to Curly Dadan and the others. Once the younger boy disappears from your sight, you break down. Pulling your knees to your chest, you sniffle. You tried so hard to keep up with him , but it never worked. He was too fast, too agile, too smart allowing him to disappear into the forestry.

You were all alone once again. Just like the day your parents left you here to set sail on an adventure, hearing about the infamous Gol D Roger’s treasure hidden somewhere in the world… At least you were fed, clothed, and housed here with Dadan.

Before you knew it, fat tears rolled down your cheeks, leaving streaks in the dirt ghosting your skin. You bury your face into your knees, trembling as you cry. You didn’t even know why you were crying. It just felt like your heart hurt, aching and sinking in your chest.

A branch snaps not too far from you, making you freeze up. Your head lifts just enough to peer over your knees, searching the deep greenery. You couldn’t see him, but…it felt like he was there. For some reason, you always felt his presence like it was a sixth sense. Maybe you had some kind of superpower.

“Hello?” You call out with a shaky voice, getting up.

Another snap has you looking all around, trying to find the source. You started to creep back, turning on your heel to get ready to run. Before you could take another step, you hear a sigh from above you.

“You’re no fun when you cry,” Ace’s voice startled you, letting you find him sitting in the branches of the tree you sat against.

“You’re so mean!” You retort, turning to walk home.

“I’m not mean!” He argues back.

You hear the sound of his shoes scraping bark before a thick thump hits the ground. He runs over to you, catching up easily. You don’t even dare to look at him. Dummy… Stupid, stupid dummy..!

“Take it back,” he pouts, poking your arm.

“No.” You snap, keeping your eyes trained ahead of you.

“I’m not mean! You keep following me like a lost puppy! And Luffy!” Ace attempts to explain his reasoning, but you don’t care. “You’re both crybabies..!”

Well, you try not to care. It still hurts your feelings.

“You never let me play with you,” you sniffle, roughly wiping the tears sliding down your cheeks.

“You’re too young! You cry too much.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t cry so much if you were nicer!”

He stops in his tracks, but you don’t. You continue on, following all the subtle markings imprinted in your mind to lead you home. Home where you’d be safe and acknowledged.

Ace doesn’t speak to you for the rest of the day, leaving you to pout even through dinner. And when the next day came, you didn’t run after him through the forest or even come out to play with Luffy. You stuck by Dadan’s side, asking to help with anything your short self could manage. Dishes, dusting, learning. Anything. Mostly, she had you read a lot, telling you it’d benefit you.

Though, she was worried. Why were you suddenly a recluse? Why did sticking your nose in a book entice you more than playing with the other village kids? Eventually, Dadan got tired of you wanting to ‘grow up too fast’ and sent you out to play with the other kids. You pretended to go play, but really… You hid in the forest with a book, hiding away from everyone.

“Y/N?” Ace’s voice startles you out of your own little world, crouched beside you. He peered over at your book, wide eyed and curious.

Your chest hurts. “What?”

He nearly flinches at the surprising harshness in your tone. “Can you come play now..?”

Some years later… ages 15 + 17

He wasn’t so bad… Actually, Ace was refreshing to be around. He made you laugh until your sides would hurt, wipe away your tears while simultaneously teasing you about being a crybaby, and even patch up your scrapes and cuts. Though, you knew he wouldn’t stick around forever. His need for freedom still stayed even in his aging.

Not to mention, he always spoke about it. About getting off this island and living a long life being the best pirate in the world. The king of pirates, he claimed. He’d swore he’d be even better than Gol D Roger himself. Something about that…you believed it. It was a feeling in your gut that told you Ace was meant to be something amazing in life.

So, you stole any ounce of his time that you could, not telling him your reasoning for being even more clingy.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” Ace whispers.

The stars above twinkled, the full moon illuminating the shoreline. The waves rolled in and out, just barely kissing your bare feet planted on the ground. You didn’t flinch, didn’t dare move a muscle. Even as your vision blurred and your chest started to hurt, you didn’t move. Not even when he shifted, almost uncomfortable within the silence.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it..?” Your voice cracks, just barely speaking above a whisper.

Ace’s head turns to you, searching the side of your face for something. Anything… Anything to tell him you gave a shit that he would be gone. All he could see was the tears sliding down your temple with quivering lips. The pain that sat on your chest was unbearable.

“Y/N…”

“Just stay with me tonight,” you whisper, shutting your eyes. Begging, pleading, hoping that it was just a fucked up joke… But it wasn’t.

Ace moved closer, wrapping his arms around you. And you cried. You didn’t stop crying all night even as you lay in bed, clinging to your pillow to muffle your sobs. Not even the next morning when you could barely drag yourself out of bed. Not even as he left your side. Not even as he left with a piece of you he didn’t know he had.

You couldn’t breathe, broken and sobbing every hour of the day, every day of the week... Luffy swore he’d become the next pirate king and beat Ace up on your behalf. Even as he was being a crybaby at your side, hurt by his brother’s departure. Almost as if his brother betrayed him.

You swore you’d set sail one day when you had the courage. You promised yourself you would find him one day. You’d find Portgas D Ace and…you weren’t sure what would come after that. He couldn’t just leave you like this. Like a shell of your old self. Right? Right..?

Ace was better than that. Better than leaving you all alone in this world. He wasn’t like your parents who left you to fend for yourself. Or like Luffy’s parents who technically did the same to him. This was Ace we’re talking about here. Your favorite guy in existence…

Your entire reason for breathing.

Days passed, turning into weeks. Weeks where you sat in that same spot, hoping to see that familiar grin coming back to you. Months where you laid under the night sky, realizing he left you. He truly left you behind.

The five stages of grief took a toll on you. Denial had come and gone, leaving you with anger rotting your very bones on that shore. Bargaining had you screaming at the waves to bring him back, tears sliding down your face. It didn’t work. There was no sea god to listen to your pleas. Depression so terrible you couldn’t even look at the ocean. So terrible you couldn’t bring yourself to all your regular spots because it reminded you of him too much.

Finally, one day you accepted that he was gone, but so were you. The joy you once held onto so tightly disappeared, sinking you into this pit of hidden misery and masks to cope with the pain. Anyone who knew you… They could see the pain in your eyes, in the smiles that didn’t meet your eyes.

The pain lingered even as you and Luffy set sail years later, a sliver of hope moving through your veins that you’d see him again one day.

Present day. ages 18 + 20

“Luffy!” Zoro’s boots thudded on the deck, having dropped from the crow’s nest. “Ship incoming!”

Luffy swiveled around, looking out over the ship’s ledge. A ship, yes, but a tiny one at that. It wasn’t like the Going Merry that was made for a huge crew. No, this one made for maybe three people at most.

“What the hell..?” Luffy frowned, “Y/N!”

You were leaning on the starboard rail, looking over the ocean when Luffy called you over. You walk over, standing between the captain and swordsman to see what the fuss was about. Eventually, Nami and Usopp were standing beside the three of you, curious and alert.

“What is that..?” You ask, the ship growing closer and closer.

“No clue…” Luffy mutters, rolling his shoulders. “But get ready in case…”

He stopped. A tall figure stood at the back of the boat, flames controlling the water to direct the ship towards your crew. Black hair, red pearls, a familiar hat resting atop his head…

That smile…

You stepped back, immediately believing you were hallucinating, “Luffy…”

“ACE!” Luffy screams, waving his arms like a crazy person.

You flinch at the sudden outburst, blinking away the tears threatening to spill. It couldn’t be him. Not yet. You weren’t ready! This pirate life was still so new to you! You weren’t even sure you could kick his ass, make him regret ever leaving you in the first place. Honestly, you didn’t want to fight him.

In the midst of Luffy’s chaos and Zoro holding him back from falling into the water, you couldn’t control your hurricane of emotions. You step back a few feet, catching Nami’s attention quickly. You probably looked insane to her with tears in your eyes and disbelief written all over your face.

“Y/N?” Nami quickly catches you by the arm before you trip, searching your face. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Ace,” you choke out, wiping away the falling tears. “I-Is that him? Really him?”

“How do you know Fire Fist Ace?” Nami asks, sitting you down. Clearly, he had his own reputation.

“He…” You peer up at her, unsure how to describe him. “I… We…”

Ace wasn’t your brother like he was to Sabo and Luffy, no. He was your friend..? No, that felt too basic. Too restrained. What you felt for this man… This was like a flame, burning brighter than the sun. Passionate, energetic, confusing. He still held that piece of you…

“Y/N,” Ace’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

Oh, god. Oh, no, no, no! Your mouth hung open, staring up at him. Freckles dusted his face, his shoulders… Sunkissed and ripped, he stood before you in all his glory. He shook his hand off, flames dying out on his fingertips.

The devil fruit… He ate one?! Your confusion lay evident across your face, making him laugh. Ace held his hand out to you, helping you up with ease. You didn’t get a chance to say anything before he had you wrapped in his arms with a tight grip. He smelled like the sea and sweat.

“Ace…” you whisper, finally wrapping your arms around him.

“I’m here,” he whispered against the side of your head, squeezing you.

“I’m so confused right now…” Usopp nudged Nami’s side, brow raised as he watched the reunion.

“Honestly, me too. Luffy, do you guys know him?” Nami looks over at Luffy who was grinning brightly.

“That’s my big brother!” Luffy tells them, causing chaos among the crew so bad that even Sanji, Chopper, and Vivi came out from the galley.

While Luffy was busy being interrogated, you were still in disbelief that Ace stood right before you. He was real and alive and… here . You peer up at him, eyes starting to water.

“Still a crybaby?” Ace smiles, reaching to caress your cheek gently.

“Still an asshole?” You sniffle and your lips pout.

“Only for you.”

Eventually, the night overwhelmed the sky and dinner was served. You lingered near Ace for most of his stay, fearing that you’d never see him again. And then it happened. The two of you out on the deck, looking up at the stars. You were terrified he’d tell you this would be the last time you’d see him for a while if not forever.

“Y/N,” Ace took a deep breath.

“Hm?” Your eyes drift over to him, meeting his gaze.

“I want you to come with me,” he tells you quietly, shoulders tense.

Your eyes search his for a minute. “Come with you? Like…”

“Sail the world with me, pretty. Stay by my side.” Ace steps closer to you, his fingers brushing over your knuckles.

Your heart stops. “Why now?”

“Because I realized leaving you was the biggest mistake of my life.”

Ace leans in, his nose brushing against yours. For years, he held this regret deep in his soul. He’d been restless, hoping to find you once again. When word had spread about the Strawhat Pirates and Luffy gaining a hefty bounty, he’d needed to find you more than anything. He knew you’d be right alongside his kid brother.

He couldn’t just let you slip through his fingers again.

“Ace,” you breathe out, his breath tickling your lips.

“I’m here, Y/N. I can’t do this without you,” Ace’s hand moves to cup the back of your head, fingers tangled in your locks.

“I want to come with you…” You whisper, melting against him. “But what will Luffy say?”

“I don’t know. I’ll take you as a hostage if I have to,” he murmurs, attempting to make the situation lighter.

“I’ll do it. I’ll come with you, Ace.”

Hearing your words made his heart soar. Hell, he didn’t think he’d ever been happier than knowing you’d be right as his side.

Beneath your touch, Ace relaxes. He breathes out a sigh of relief, brushing his lips against yours. Ace pulls back slightly to look at you for a second, seeing your parted lips and glossy eyes. He sinks his mouth against yours desperately. You crumble, tears sliding down your cheeks. Just as your knees give out, he lifts you into his arms. Ace’s hands find their way to hold your thighs, keeping your legs wrapped around his waist.

You never expected your first kiss to be like this. Under the stars, listening to the ocean waves, clinging to the love of your life.

“It’s gonna be tough,” Ace tells you quietly after pulling away.

“I don’t care,” you watch him carefully, hoping he wouldn’t retract his offer.

And he didn’t. The next morning, you had a long talk with Luffy and your crew, but only Luffy could truly understand your hidden reason for leaving. You were nearly hollow the first time Ace left. What would the second do to you?

“Promise me something,” Luffy grabs your arm.

“Yeah?” Your brows furrow.

“Promise we won’t be enemies the next time we cross paths.” Luffy looks at you, his tone more serious than you’d ever heard him before.

“Oh, Lu…” You lock your pinky with his, smiling, “Never in a million years, Pirate King.”

Luffy returns the smile, a laugh escaping him, “See ya, Y/N/N.”

Nearly your entire crew fought off their tears with a final goodbye. And you? You let the tears roll freely, still smiling brightly. You’d never forget them and you’d never forget the life you were giving up.

Ace almost felt bad for whisking you away, but…he didn’t regret it. He would never regret finding the love of his life once more.

“You’ve always had a piece of my heart,” Ace tells you quietly once the Going Merry was no longer in your eyesight.

“You did too,” you smile at him, your chin resting on your palm.

“When I left…” Ace sighs, sitting across from you on the boat, “I thought Luffy needed you and Sabo to take care of him. Then, I heard about this strawhat pirate causing a ruckus all over the sea, I figured…”

You wait for him to continue, sensing he’d had some unresolved feelings from all those years ago, “You figured..?”

“I figured…he’d be okay with his crew. I needed you, Y/N. I wasn’t sure I could live with myself for leaving you behind. I wanted to be selfish.”

“You’re not selfish. I think Luffy knew that. He knew I needed…to feel whole again. To live. I didn’t feel that way without you. I couldn’t.”

Ace stays quiet for a while, thinking about your confession. He chews on his inner cheek, the cogs in his mind turning. He felt like half the man he was when you weren’t by his side. Now? His heart felt full just like it was back when you two were kids, playing pirates with his brothers.

“Let’s promise each other something.”

A soft laugh escapes from under your breath as you nod. Another promise.

“Promise we’ll be together forever. No matter what happens, we won’t leave each other’s side.”

Your smile falters, seeing the severity of the fear lingering in his eyes. Why was he so worried..? You wouldn’t dare leave his side. Ever .

“I promise,” you take out a dagger you kept hidden in your boots, slicing your palm.

Ace took the dagger, slicing his palm just to grab your hands to interlace the newly made blood pact. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles, squeezing your hand. In his mind, he vowed to never allow you to get hurt. Not while he was alive.

“Forever."

Content warning here: this ending is completely optional & is what I'd consider as "The Bad Ending." (Character death ahead.) Kind of like video games with multiple routes.

You promised forever, but…you couldn’t follow through. The memory hung in Ace’s mind, a war raging on around you. You were supposed to stay by his side forever…

But now? Your torso lay blown open, your blood soaking the pavement of the building. This was a mistake. You weren’t supposed to die. You weren’t supposed to take the blow meant for him.

“Y/N!” he choked out, grabbing your face that was far too pale. “Pretty, c’mon. You promised! You promised you’d stay with me! Please, Y/N, I can’t do this without you!”

You choke on the blood pouring from your mouth, attempting to take a breath, “You have to, Ace. Y-you have to keep going. For me. For us. ”

“No, no, no,” Ace clings to you, nauseous as he looks at the gaping wound in your torso, “Pretty, stay with me. Please.”

“I love you, Ace. I’ll love you forever,” you smile weakly, feeling awfully cold in his arms.

“I love you, Y/N. You promised. You can’t break a promise,” Ace peppered your face with kisses, attempting to keep you awake.

“Ace…”

Tears roll down your face, leaving streaks in the dirt that coated your face. It was just like when you were kids all over again, hurt and exhausted… He kissed your lips, tears falling from his own eyes. You were supposed to marry him. You were supposed to grow old together.

“I love you so much…”

Your breath escaped you, brushing his skin. With eyes glazed over, you were gone. It was impossible to fix the damage that was done, the smell of your flesh burning making him sick to his stomach. Why did you have to push him out of the way? Why did it have to be you?

You never imagined your last kiss to be like this, leaving blood stained on his face, leaving Ace all alone in the world once again.

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meolia · 1 month ago

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. *. ⋆ twisted wonderland: how dateable are they? (heartslabyul ver.)

a/n: so. back in 2022/2023 i vaguely remember doing this on an old blog i had and i thought, since im obsessed with this game again i should redo it with newfound knowledge el oh el / oh and feel free to debate me on this i just need people to talk to 💔 . also i apologize that the cons have more words than the pros because i have a lot to say about them BYEHEYE

cw: profanity, troubled teenage boys, no sugarcoating, involves content from the vignettes, main story & events from the eng server, involves SOME headcanons.

1 (extremely undateable), 10 (extremely dateable); im also kind of biased but i swear to remain neutral💔💔💔

SAVANACLAW | other parts tba.

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle Rosehearts

PROS: hardworking, determined and adaptable. we've seen this guy study so hard ever since he popped out of the womb and it resulting in him coming out on top, and he could've easily skipped a few grades because of how smart he is academically and magically. he's also able to remain coolheaded in stressful situations, oftentimes coming up with (usually) rational solutions. he's also really cute when it comes to cakes/tarts. he'd get mad on your behalf, he'd also be kinder towards you, he'd offer to tutor you on subjects you don't understand and tries to be patient, just for you. chronically offline (thats a good thing yes)

CONS: well. first, he's got some serious anger issues he needs to work on; it's not his fault per se, but with how unpredictable the bursts of angers are will probably be tiring. he takes offense to a lot of things and admittedly, he's better post OB but he's still got a long way to go. second, his obsession with the queen of hearts' rules are INsane. there's been instances where he expects outsiders that aren't even in heartslabyul to abide by her rules which is,,, haha lol ermmmmm. he'd probably expect you to do the same. just because youre his partner doesn't mean he'd let you go scot-free if you break any one of them...! again, he's better post OB but still. third, his mother and overall tense family relationship. he's probably this way because of his mother's influence and insane expectations of him, so it won't be very surprising if his mother has a LOT of opinions on you. lastly, he lacks joy and whimsy. he literally never watches movies or play games etc., deeming them unnecessary which is insane????????? HOLY crap im surprised hes still intact

MY FINAL VERDICT: 7/10 — he would make a decent boyfriend. me personally i probably wouldnt date him people like him stress me out but each to their own! he needs to sort himself out before even thinking of dating though

Trey Clover

PROS: he's very big brother like, the kind that's reassuring and makes you feel safe whenever he's near. he rarely gets mad, and if he does, he wouldn't resort to yelling or act irrational. mature, maybe overly so for a guy his age and surrounded by the people he's around, but that's a plus for him. CAN COOK AND CAN BAKE. his family owns a bakery too so you'd probably get discounts because you're dating him. also, his love language is probably acts of service so you can probably expect him to carry most of your stuff, help you with organizing spaces etc. gives in easily... could be both a pro and con. soft-spoken teeheeHEE... he didn't make it into the top 30 of male characters japanese women want to date for no reason.

CONS: that god awful fucking obsession he has with cleaning teeth. OH my god the way he was all like "im the only normal one here omfgggg" during twisted halloween part 2 and then when sebek mentions that his father is a dentist he immediately starts smiling WIDELY and kept pressing him for more info about his dad's dental work like that scene of shrek signing a contract by that little man. whenever he mentions "brushing your teeth" it's going to sound like a threat even when he doesn't mean it that way. going back to gives in easily; it'll become a problem because you know damn well he'd go "umm... nevermind" very often.

MY FINAL VERDICT: 8/10. deducted two points because im genuinely terrified of his cleaning teeth HOBBY. otherwise id say he'd make a really sweet boyfriend. would date, probably.

Cater Diamond

PROS: he's chill, laid-back and easygoing (are there any differences between those three words im sobbing). he plays mediator during tense situations, and he offers peaceful resolutions (most of the time). perceptive, and he's got some nice intuitions. his psychic abilities are cray craaay... I just stared at what I typed for a full minute. I'm never doing that EVER again. he's usually optimistic, and he's also really cheerful so if you like some rainbows in your life, he's your guy. i KNOW he's good at photography since he posts on magicam so much & probably has a decent following. he would take the most godly pictures of you if you wanted. i think he'd break his back and knees to get that angle for you.

CONS: The way he incorporates hashtags in almost every single conversation will kill me. youd be talking about something horrid that happened to you that day and he'd say some shit like "oh no! that's hashtag #diabolical!" (double hashtags since the game does that... ik they dont mean it like that but i just feel like that'd be funny). apparently has a death glare so terrifying it'd kill a man on the spot? you'd either be wetting your pants or be more attracted to him. either way, if you guys ever get into a heated argument and he pulls that out umm bless you i think? and he maybe posts on magicam. too much. it'd be something insignificant and not very worth journalling but he'd take a picture anyways and post it online with some long stupid hashtags like #DelightfulFurry #HotPinkBangin #OneWithTheCrowd with an image of heartslabyul freshmen wearing pink and feeding the flamingoes. but i guess that's part of his charm...?

MY FINAL VERDICT: 7/10. he's handsome and he's a cool guy but the way he talks in hashtags and how he lives on magicam will be a big fat turnoff for me. if you like it, good for you! cay-cay would make me decay-cay!

Ace Trappola

PROS: he'd get mad on your behalf (see to when he punched riddle in the face because he insulted mc). cares for you even if he doesn't admit it outwardly, but will do stuff in the background to help you, even if just a little bit like that time in the halloween event where he and deuce personally went to ask the ghosts to make a costume for mc and grim so they wouldn't have to miss out. playful, there wouldn't be a day that's boring when with him.

CONS: got an extremely loose tongue that got him into trouble loads of times. can't really shut up which is very bad...! he sometimes doesn't think before speaking so ahaha. SO irresponsible sometimes he can fight grim on that. remember when he ran from his punishment at the start of the game? yeah. also is really embarrassing sometimes i have to turn my phone off to ponder about life whenever he says some stupid crap that WILL come back and bite him in the ass later on. also will probably get bored of you? like that one time he ghosted his middle school girlfriend because he doesn't wanna do it anymore... eeeeyikes.

MY FINAL VERDICT: 6/10. the honeymoon phase will be the best, and the rest you just gotta hope he doesn't pull an average teenage boy.

Deuce Spade

PROS: so so so extremely sweet. is willing to do almost anything to make it up to you if he ever wronged you. is willing to change, like how he decided to try and become a model student because he saw his mom crying about him being a delinquent, so if he has any flaws/bad habits that make you uncomfortable he'd try to be better. brave, like stupidly so. was ready to fight malleus in malleus's sr lab coat vignette even if it meant he'd die LMFAOOO. he's also someone who'd get mad on your behalf, but even more than ace. dude WILL get into a brawl with ten people for you. passionate. he'd also be so gentle and kind towards you like how he treats mc in game, never raising his voice at you and if he inadvertently does it he'd apologize immediately. his determination is amazing too. his love for eggs is also really cute... sorry im just rambling now i just really love him bye

CONS: oblivious and very gullible. there's been SO many times where he agrees too fast or just believed everything without a fact check. like in glorious masquerade where azul was talking to him about taking his UM he just went "okay!" without asking why. would probably get into a lot of unneeded trouble for this fact alone.

MY FINAL VERDICT: 10/10. this is a bias on my part but he'd make the sweetest and most amazing boyfriend EVER. he's trying!!! he really is!!! i think he's charmingly idiotic gahahahha hhahaa

HEARTSLABYUL MOST DATEABLE TO LEAST DATEABLE:

DEUCE > TREY > CATER > RIDDLE > ACE

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4pfsukuna · 5 months ago

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Sharing is caring

Debrief: Finally the Satosugu x reader fic ive been promising since like march/april hope i actually have 4 of these in my drafts. 7.6k words

warning? Lmfaooooo

Part 1 with Gojo

Part 2 with Geto

Sharing might be caring but at the moment we are speaking about satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. Two people who have never cared a day in their lives.

Suguru glares at his phone watching your insta story its you and gojo in his loft while you sing along to the new megan song that dropped. “Two pretty ass friends we besties” and yes— he thought you were pretty and so what he called satoru a pretty boy it was the bestie part that had him rolling his eyes and the way you pranced around his loft the next 10 seconds of the song.

He sends a thumbs down before closing his phone, he was okay with being a hater and oh Satoru is no better.

Now when Satoru finds out you slept with Suguru… well you’re actually shocked by his reaction. He seems unbothered by it and remains his flirty self. The longing touches, nor neediness for your attention and affection actually never change. He may pull you to sit in his lap more often and makes sure to hold you tight and long so the smell of his cologne is on you but that's it.

Unless you include him sitting you on the countertop pulling your lips to his kissing you intensely lips smacking and teeth clashing. Satorus kisses always take your breath away and leave you feeling light headed, the way his cold fingers would sneak up your shirt pressing your spine so you arch into him as he bites on your thick bottom lip not caring about your lipgloss at all.

Even with you sitting on the marble island top he still towered over you easily, his lips go to your neck licking before leaving little bites.

“I could take you right here” he whispers in your ear licking it and you can feel his smile as you shiver, leaning further into his embrace.

Before you can say anything further your chin is grabbed and pulled away from Satoru and the dark haired culprit presses his lips against yours kissing you softly but with purpouse. He waste no time pushing his tongue in your mouth and the weight mixed with light squeeze of satoru squeezing your breast has your head spinning. You shouldnt be feeling a heartbeat between your legs right now… at all. Suguru doesnt flinch when you pull away… at all he actually smiles wiping his thumb under your lip and leaving a kiss on your forehead.

Your wicked thoughts have you pushing away from both of them and you aren't sure what's said directly after but you're pulled back in when you hear satoru snap. You missed the taunting smirk Suguru sent Satoru the unspoken challenge.

“Her fucking you isnt the gag you think it is Suguru. Lets not forget she fucked ME first and probably fucked you out of pity since everyone knows how jealous you get” and your jaw is on the floor. Satoru definitely spent to much time listening to how you talked to your girlfriends and you spent to much time gossiping with him because the way you almost yelled “clock it” until remembering the situation.

Of course what he said wasnt true but Suguru was so easily baited by Satoru… he had a way of getting under his skin.

“She mightve fucked you first but i was better” and you fight the urge to yell at both of them because while this was entertaining This was actually your fault and you knew it, you knew the consequences of pushing that boundary within your friendship with two possesive and jealous ass men would reduce it to this and you still did it anyway.

Was the dick(s) worth it? Oh absolutely and youd do it again, but this was a bit much and you were getting overwhelmed. You liked when they jokingly fought or teased another you were actually starting to miss the times when they would be so up anothers ass that sometimes you felt left out like the time they fell asleep on the couch watching christmas movies without you Suguru manspread heavy arms resting on the back of the couch and Satorus head in his lap half a twizzler hanging from his mouth or the times when they would cut anothers hair and gossip.

“Im leaving, in sure i have something to do” you say feeling the crushing weight of your consequences ignoring the dumbfounded looks they give you. If you were turning down spending time with them something definitely was wrong. They dont fight you on it either, your word was practically bible instead walking you to your car sending eachother looks.

While you depart from the two they end up sticking around another, throwing witty insults and catty remarks at another even resulting in shoving until Suguru stutters, making Gojo laugh. And Gojos laugh is so contagious that even when he tells him to “shut up” there's a small smile on his face.

Suguru doesnt let it slide though he invites satoru over when he knows youre going to be there. There actually must be a God because you slide down his legs pulling his pants with you watching his thick dick spring up and show him exactly why he's been acting so unhinged.

Between your tongue flicking over the slit on his tip and your warm mouth nearly sucking his soul from his dick hes 100% confident you could suck a melon through a straw or whatever that line is from the song you always sing.

“Fuck sweetheart” he breathes heavily, head lolling back and eyes closed focusing on trying not to nut holding on the this for as long as he can. With a mouth like that he’d cherish every moment your lips were on him— the swirl of your tongue, the warmth, perfect amount of spit the way your moans made his whole body vibrate to the lack of gag reflex he can feel his thigh tensing up. Too focused on the sounds your mouth is making and the occasional gagging sound that strokes his ego a little bit too much he misses the sound of the door opening and slamming shut.

Its not until he feels a shift in the energy that his eyes slip open slightly just in time to notice Gojo walking towards the two of you with a wicked smile on his face. The kind of smile someone gives when they're about to hit you with a uno reverse after you put down a draw four.Youre still completely oblivious though as your hand comes up to cup his balls earning a groan. You push him all the way to the back of your throat pulling the reaction you want from him a louder moan and all his attention all you.

He’s so close to cuming, giving your tight little throat everything you want… everything he wants when your mouth is gone. It takes him a second to register Gojo is alot closer in the sense that his hand is on the back of your neck pulling you off before his hands are on your cheeks holding you in place for a kiss.

Your eyes are wide in shock for a moment yes you heard Gojo come in, heard him slam the door to but to kiss you right after your mouth was just… that little heartbeat between your legs come back.

He pushes his tongue in your mouth moaning at the way you melt into him and your eyes flutter closed, unable to stop yourself loving the feeling of his lips.

You pull away at the same time Satoru sending Suguru a wicked smirk who’s looking at you with pure lust, disbelief only a singular thought in his head as looks between you two.

Though before he can act on it Your phone rings saving you and you swear you’d pay whoever it is big bucks as you nearly run to Sugurus room to get it.

“Makis having her Dojo opening today, you coming?” Yuki ask and you almost decline. You didnt hate the rambunctious blonde she was pretty, had good style and a girls girl but her and Suguru use to have a thing back in high school where she was practically pinning after him and theres a part of you that feels disgustingly possessive over him hating every girl thats came before you. Speaking of Suguru you don't hear him or Satoru the two you needed a break from at the moment.

“Ugh i dont have anything to wear” you huff looking down at Sugurus tshirt you had on this wasnt party attire.

“You? Not having anything to wear? Thats like me not being blonde you always have the cutest clothes” she gushes over the phone and you can just picture her head tilt. You thank God for your sleepovers with the man after drunk nights because you spot a pair of denim heels you left over a few months ago and head over to his closet.

“Oh ill be there” you squeal pulling out a oversize short sleeve shirt you knew Suguru outgrown followed by a denim bucket hat to cover up your messed up hair. You stay on the phone as you get dress having small girl talk ready to celebrate your friends accomplishments pulling out your emergency tube of lip gloss placing it on your lips.

Neither of the men expect you to walk out dressed smelling good and looking like youre ready to go out so when they scramble to their feet ready to apologize theyre instantly confused.

“Uh hold on Yuki” you pull the phone away from your ear noticing it was on 12% anyway.

“I-Im going out to celebrate Maki so uh ill see you two later” you say feeling extremely awkward as the regret is there on both of their faces.

Ahhh fuck this was awkward. You want to blame Satoru hell you want to blame Suguru but you couldnt blame anybody but yourself.

Suguru feels guilty knowing it wouldnt have happened had he not texted satoru, knows that the 3 of you wouldnt be walking on egg shells right now so he breaks first and pulls you into a tender hug, well it was tender for all of two second before he squeezes tightly.

“Ok sweetheart, drive safe and let me know when you arrive” and letting you go he looks like he wants to say more or give you a forehead kiss but decides against it taking a step back.

Satoru steps up this time pulling you in for a hug and you can feel the sadness dripping off of him, theres no smart quips, no teasing not even his usual arrogant smirk. He blames himself for being so arrogant in the first place walking in and kissing you like that. He doesnt regret it though.

“Call me when you need a ride home princess, you know ill come” he tells you fighting himself to let go as he takes a step back shoving his hands in his pockets to not reach back out and grab at you.

“Ok”

“Hey doll” you hear from behind you, turning to see a familiar scar lipped muscle head man and you roll your eyes.

“Im not interested” you tell him going back to scrolling on your phone cup of alcohol in your hand untouched not in a drinking mood at all.

“Wasnt persuing, i was just curious why the usual life of the party is cooped up in a corner holding the wall up…actually wheres your body guards?” He ask and you’re ready to go into defense mode about satoru and Suguru but you know that look in his eyes. Maki has the same one when she is about to pester someone trying to be friendly but it comes off bitchy.

“You a zen’in?” You ask squinting watching his body language as he squeezes his knuckles and tightens his shoulders, his navy blue compression seeming to stretch more across his broad chest..

“Was” he says sharply. “Took my wife’s last name it’s fushiguro now” he smiles and you take the time to notice the silver band on his hand.

“Youre married?” You gawk and he chuckles pulling out his phone showing his Lock Screen of him a woman a little girl and probably a 10 year old boy.

And you fall into conversation with him about married life and being a dad and how he was here to support his little cousin since they had a shitty family. The black sheep had to stick together and while he went away to prison for a few years Maki made it her mission to be there in his place.

“The blue eyed freak is a good God father too, he’s always sending gifts when he can’t come but makes sure to come when he can” and you can't help the grin as you think about how Gojo is and how he's more than generous with his money. He loves spending it on others and had mentioned a little spikey haired unimpressed with his antics rugrat.

“Gumi, right?” You ask and he chuckles flipping to another picture, it reveals a few different types of guns, a purple worm and then an adorable boy probably about 6 or 7 who looks so unamused. He swipes at another one of him with a pink haired boy sharing comic books making you grin.

“He hates Gumi, somehow Gojo is the only one who can call him that. I think its because they start to play fight after and Gojo lets him be as rough as he wants even pretends the kid does damage. If i didnt hate him half the time id say it was adoreable” he chuckles as the two of you begin to fall into a wholesome conversation. though before you can comment on how he was actually a big softie you are suddenly yanked away with a bruising grip. The last person you expect to see is Gojo like at all so when he's staring at the man you roll your eyes only to catch Getos gaze.

Oh.

OH.

They had made up or enough to decide the only two that would be in this fight was them and not a third man. Not that he would, this man spent his whole time talking about his kid and something about men with kids… not your type at all. Plus this was probably the only man in the room that didn't try and talk to you.

“Fuck off shes taken” Suguru tells him and he eyes him up and down sizing him up and taking a step closer. The renounced Zenin smirks as he eyes him up and down before looking over at you sending you a wink.

“See you later doll” and walks off an air of areogance surrounding him and you see why him and Gojo were friends.

“What are you two doing here?” You ask crossing your arms watching as Suguru takes your cup downing all of its contents and tossing it.

“I think the better question is what are YOU doing HERE?” Suguru emphasizes pulling you closer but before he can pull you too close Satoru intercepts and throws his arm over your shoulders pulling you into his side.

“Princess were not here to argue with you we just…missed you” he pouts pushing his face against yours and as much as you want to fight the smile you can’t help it.

“Ive only been gone for an hour” you smile trying to push him off though he doesn't let you just sinking further into the dramatics holding onto you with an obnoxious groan.

“Hes so fucking needy” suguru spits and your suspicions off them arguing is confirmed as he tucks his hands in his black jeans looking around the room in his typical condescending way.

“Shut the fuck up Geto” Satoru snaps and you know he’s pissed, in your several years of friendship you’ve heard him call him that twice and the first time led to the two of them in the infirmary.

Suguru rolls his eyes, walking off to go get another drink as Satoru pulls you to a chair and sitting in his lap. He twirls a loose thread at the end of the shirt you're wearing and you can sense his attitude, his usual playful demeanor gone but he still is somewhat satisfied with you sitting in his lap.

Its like a hot cup of ramen waiting to boil over.

You hear giggling and notice its yuki standing too close to Suguru twirling a strand of hair around a finger and any teasing youd done about either men being jealous goes out the window.

You were fucking seathing blood boiling and your nails digging into the thighs of Satoru unknowingly. He hisses grabbing your attention and once you notice you quickly move your hands.

“I-im sorry” you pout, wrapping your arms around his neck hugging him tightly sitting back some when he chuckles.

“And you tease us for being jealous as if youre any better princess” he coos patting your thighs chastising you slightly and you roll your eyes. Before you can respond Suguru takes a seat next to the two of you and had either of you paid attention youd know that he had been talking about you ignoring Yukis advances.

Satoru rolls his eyes and Suguru uses that to taunt him.

“You have her in your lap and still not satisfied, so annoying” he manspreads poking satorus head purposely annoying him. Sometimes he liked to act like he was so much more mature than you both until he did shit like this.

He observes your attitude and chuckles.

“Oh you're mad at me too sweetheart, but forgave your little glow stick.” he sneers at Satoru who swats his hand away, not angry with you but you could see the tension rising.

“You know she's a brat who gets jealous and you're over there flirting” he says outting you and you blink incredulously he didn't have to clock you like that.

“Satoru!” You snap which only makes Geto suck his teeth.

“Satoru satoru fucking satoru—“ and jealousy was ripping through him he couldnt even hide it at this point his eyes dark and his usual ‘better than thow’ mature act completely gone. This was the worst side of your trio when the three of you were arguing and had the same shitty attitudes except Suguru had the worst and sassiest mouth.

Yet you still felt like you werent actually apart of their argument.

“Shut up shes literally in YOUR fucking clothes” he whisper yells and you can tell hes getting close to his breaking point. “Do you know what i fucking walked in on?”

Its silent between the three of you for a second not even the sounds of the party could penetrate the metaphorical bubble yall were in.

Satorus resolve has finally snapped and the way he actually felt was seeping through at a fast red hot pace, faster than either of you had ever seen. Everything was always a joke or teasing banter with him so the red hot pulsing anger that shifted to coat his ear tips was new for him.

It's only a moment before Sugurus lips twist into an arrogant smirk and he pushes some of his dark locs over his shoulder further pushing Satoru to his limit. It was rare that Suguru was the antagonist… but not unheard of.

“Wasn't a problem when you kiss—“ he begins and the panic that takes over Satorus face has you spinning. His whole body tensed and hand sank into your thighs.

“Shut up” you finally snap making both of them look at you insults dying on their tongue. “Were not doing this in public… and not at someone elses moment”

The three of you fall into a silence but the tension is still there and its becoming unbearable for you. You felt like the mom of two unruly teenage boys and you just needed a minute to breathe without the two of them bickering. They don't stop with their dirty looks either it’s like they’re still arguing telepathically.

When you see Maki you immediately stand to congratulate her giving her the gift card you stopped and got on the way there telling her youd love to come and learn a few moves.

“Dress comfortable— that means no heels, mini skirts, ass grabbing jeans…” she laughs pushing up her glasses with a singular finger the other propped up on her hip.

“I dress to impress comfort is for the week” and you both laugh while the two are uncharacteristically quiet behind you making her look between the three of you.

“Everything okay?” She ask and you all nod but she doesnt look fully convinced.

“Well when you two idiots arent suffocating her id love to have you two as special guest for the students” she smiles sincerely and the word suffocating alerts them as she walks off. You probably were overwhelned and they definitely were suffocating you is all they could think.

“I'm tired, can we leave” you ask softly, almost getting drowned out behind the music they nod letting you lead the way. you’d done enough, come to show face, speak to Maki and even a futile attempt to get away from these two not that it worked. You were beginning to feel defeated and the drop of your shoulder and strut missing from your typical walk doesn’t go unnoticed

Suguru stops satoru pulling him by the back of the shirt to fall a bit further behind you. He can admit when he was being an ass and knew that if he didnt stop hed lose you and his bestfriend… not forever but he didnt want to argue either.

“Ill drop it if you do” he speaks taking note of how upset you were and you hear them knowing this was their version of making up.

“Dropped” satoru sighs adjusting his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with his middle finger subtly flicking off Suguru who only laughs bumping his shoulder.

But theres still tension… you feel it. You know your boys well enough to know sonething happened when you left and had you gone back to Sugurus place instead of Satorus you probably wouldve figured it out.

They dont say much to another only to you, avoiding eye contact and even physical contact which was odd. Satoru was soooo.. touchy and Suguru as much as he snapped at him would let him. He always let you and Satoru do whatever you wanted to him play with his hair, poke at his cheeks even bite him randomly. Satoru was a weirdo.

You needed them seperated though so when Satoru goes to take a business phone call, something about sending Maki a gift you set your eyes on Suguru.

“Suguru” you purr giving him the fuck me eyes and he folds so easily. Men were so easy it really didnt take anything but a bat of your lashes and the purr of his name

He already knows what game your playing at and everytime him and satoru argued with another they always expected you to pick a side. You didnt understand how you become the peacemaker of their antics but you did. And when they argue they stoop low, like right now Geto had gone as far as eating you out to sway you to be on his side he had to before he told you what actually happened.

Its when Gojo walks back into the living room seeing him kiss up your thighs as you look down at him with a look thats suppose to be reserved for him that he looses his mind.

“You ass you know we said we would wait until we talked to her first” Gojo hisses, phone clutching in his hand and you falter slightly because Getos actions seem like something Gojo would do. Geto shrugs pulling at the hem of your underwear.

“You walked off and she hasnt cum since you interrupted us earlier” he glares watching the way the white hair man stills in the middle of the room and you notice they both have a weird look on their face.

“What happened when i left?” You finally breathe out watching how both men glare at another and you pout when you realize their pettyness has increased in the past 3 hours. Neither of them say anything and you pull Getos gaze to you by his chin lightly stroking with your thumb watching as the glare melts.

“Tell me what happened when i left” you know your boys well and Getos lips turn into a frown as he looks up at you from his spot on the floor.

“Fine we were arguing about that little stunt he pulled and and whos the better kisser and—“ Geto begins to sing like a canary unable to hold back when it comes to you until his words get stuck in his throat.

“And he kissed me! Grabbed me by the front of my shirt wrinkled it and kissed me put his warm tongue all in my mouth” Gojo shouts walking closer sitting on the chair next to you the hem of his boxers showing as his sweatpants shift slightly.

“Geto you cant just do that—“ you begin understanding why Gojo was upset.

“Yeah and you grabbed my dick dont forget that even swirled you finger around the tip” Geto hisses darkly his hand tight on your brown thigh.

“Gojo—“ you gasp in shock not even sure who to scold because honestly the thought of them two was kind of hot and it made you wetter not the either of them noticed.

“Oh you wanna talk about fingers?” Gojo hisses and youve heard enough when you cut them off. Their fight was silly, it wasnt about consent and in their fight of who can outdo the other their tension snapped while you were off at Makis grand opening and you were only mad you werent there to witness it.

“So are you mad that it happened or mad that you liked it” the questions directed at both of them but neither of them answer but the way the tips of their ears turn red is enough to tell you everything you need.

“Well why dont you two kiss and see if you like it or hate it” you coyly throw it in your own horny attempts forgetting your word was bible and theyd do whatever you say so when they look at another and the sexual tension returns you feel your core clench around nothing.

“Gojo is too much of a—“ Geto begins to tease unable to hold back in his teasing ways but the white hair man joins him on the floor between your legs pushing his lips against Getos shocked ones.

You can see the suprise at first and Gojo is definitely applying full pressure until your soft fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him back slightly giving the dark haired man a second to adjust but hes chasing his lips the next moment.

Your hand falls watching as their mouths chase anothers hot and heavy until Getos hand comes up gripping at Gojos neck slightly and he lets out a sound similar to a moan as he melts into the kiss. Your eyes float down for a second to the building tents in their boxers before watching their hands start to roam over the others body.

“So mean to me earlier satoru, now look at you” Suguru teases, pulling his shirt off before reattaching their lips.

Satoru bites Getos lip before his hand slowly trails down his chest and under his waistband the hand wrapping around his length. Your lip finds its way clutched between your teeth not expecting it to get this far. Geto is sensitive and you know that touching the tip is the quickest way to turn him on and it seems satoru ignited that in him because he pushes him completely back on the floor holding his wrist in one hand over his head with his other hand holding Gojos hips.

Its when their hips start grinding into another that your fingers find their way into your underwear pressing against your clit. The wetness coats your fingers and a soft moan slips past your lips as you watch your two lovers fool around. Your moan doesnt go unnoticed and they break apart Geto looking over at you and Gojo in a daze as he stares at the man hovering over his lips.

“This turn you on sweetheart” Geto ask grinding his hips against the man under him pulling a strangled moan from him that does something to your core. Gojo looks like he wants more but hes to scared to ask so you use your pointer finger to tell geto to come closer.

His lips are instantly on your thighs kissing up your cloth cunt tracing around it with his tongue listening to your soft moans and the sound of satoru panting.

Your lips are shortly captured by satoru who doesnt plan on missing out on any of the fun(planning to go through his bi panic later) his tongue swirls around your mouth and all you can taste is Suguru letting you know just how much they enjoyed kissing another.

He slowly pulls your shirt off making it easier for access before sliding down next to Suguru between your legs trailing his finger everywhere sugurus tongue just was. You feel yourself beconibg wetter at having both of them between your legs anticipation brewing until your underwear is pulled off and theres 2 sets of fingers circling your hole.

“Sweetheart?” Suguru purs the same time “Princess?” Falls from Satorus lips and your heart races your core clenching around nothing. Any regret long gone and nonexistent.

Sugurus thick fingers use the slick practically pouring out of you to rub circles into your clit while satoru long slender ones push into you pulling a moan deep from your throat and oh do they like that. In a split second they learn they do better as a team than divided.

Suguru rests his head on your thigh loving when your fingers instantly go into his hair, nails brushing against his scalp.

“Sorry” and Satorus mouth is replacing his fingers thrusting into your core and you feel the knot begin to build, you were easily overstimulated and more than sure the two of them were about to take advantage.

“You forgive him sweetheart?” You hear the dark haired man ask, pressing harder into your clit making your stomach convulse and eyes squeeze shut. You wouldn’t be able to handle both of them ganging up on you, you honestly didn’t think this through at all.

So when satoru licks up from your core to your clit right over Sugurus fingers your burst at the sight of him taking his fingers in his mouth sucking on them and you don’t miss the way he’s challenging him. But Sugurus too far gone…or ignores it just smiles replacing his fingers with his tongue on your core licking up your juices.

You were so fucked, feeling your eyes roll back you let your other hand find Satorus undercut pulling him back to you both of their tongues licking over you. And yes you were greedy so fucking greedy moaning at the sensation.

“You taste so good, just for us” and its the first time Suguru acknowledges sharing not that he has a choice but you hear the need in his voice and when your eyes flutter open you realize why. Satoru had his dick in his hand using long slow strokes the same strokes he was using to eat you out with.

They finally get enough of their tongues licking into the others mouth and the pressure snaps from them just tongue kissing around your clit before locking lips moaning into another’s mouth. The wet slaps and smacks the only thing filling the room as suguru uses his other hand to keep pumping in and out of you.

Their kissing doesn’t last long and satoru is exploring his way down his jaw and neck with licks and kisses that had Suguru breathing heavy, shivering when his pink tongue flickers over his nipple. He grins before his head is out of your sight and from the way Suguru grunts you can guess exactly what Satorus doing.

Leaning forward your eyes widen watching Satoru deep throat him not a single gag sound until he pulls off repeating the motion pulling a string of curse words from suguru.

“S-satoru… fuck fuck FUCK” and his eyes roll back hand completely stopping its assault on you both hands flying to the head if white hair in his lip. Oh and this was new— it was almost like Satoru was getting his payback from his man Suguru was earlier. Pulling his mouth to yours, your tongues clashing as you swallow every sinful moan that climbs up his throat, hands tightening in his hair.

“Come on” suguru grunts standing up tossing you over his shoulder and dragging satoru up by his chin leaving a nasty open mouth kiss on his lips.

“Whaaaat?” Satoru whines before Sugurus pulling the both of you towards the bedroom

———-

Satorus longer slender fingers wrap around Sugurus throat pulling him close and squeezing never losing eye contact.

“Is that right Suguru? But youre doing so good fucking her so perfectly. I think You look so fucking perfect like that making me even harder” gojo tells him and you dont have to see him to know how Suguru is hanging onto every word you can feel his dick twitchibg inside you. Even turning to watch him in the mirror you watch his face and the beautiful way he falls apart you knew he loved the mental stimulation so being talked to it rather through it shouldn’t have had your mind spinning like this. But Satoru…Satoru did.

Satoru sat propped on his knees, a hand tenderly on the back of your neck knowing better than to touch your hair while your lips were wrapped around his red leaking tip and Suguru? Suguru was complete putty for the two of you right now bottom lip harshly between his teeth while his hands gripped onto your hips keeping a steady pace as he thrust into you from behind the only thing louder than his balls repeatedly slapping your clit was the wet schlap schlap schlap sound of your core already having came 3 times but Suguru was relentless.

“Youre so fucking needy Suguru, you need me to keep talking you through it huh,baby?” His lips extremely close to Sugurus as he continues squeezes his throat tighter its when you watch his eyes squeeze shut at the nickname.

Oh you were fucking loving this, Suguru was so fucking tender for Satoru. He talked so much shit was so damn arrogant and had been fucking with him for weeks. Had he just wanted his attention this whole time? Had he been having his own bi panic this whole time?

Oh!

“Oh you weren’t jealous about me and Satoru fucking your were jealous you couldn’t—“ before you could finish your sentence he plunges two fingers in your mouth snapping his hips harder into your with a sharp slap to your plump ass.

“S-shut up!” He snaps grabbing satorus wrist trying to hold onto something…anything. He couldn’t have both of you talking to him like this, he was going to cum too fast and he was enjoying the tight warmth and the way you constantly clenched around him way too much for that.

He’s grateful for his dark hair coming down as a sheild because between the way you sucked on his fingers with that evil yet innocent way you looked up at him and Satoru talking him through it his face was a crimson red. Not that it mattered, the redness was across his neck and chest yet no one spoke of it.

“Couldn’t stand the thought of your pretty boy with someone else” and satorus shameless guiding his dick back into your mouth sucking Sugurus fingers into his mouth instead. His eyes cross when one of your hands reach under the two of you palming at his balls.

Fuck putty.

He felt like ice cream on a hot summer day and he was melting. He never thought much about threesomes but to be used like this… overstimulated like this and by you two? His brain couldn't process a single thought let alone any of the smart remarks he’d been spewing earlier.

“Y-youre… youre such a brat, satoru” suguru grunts through clenched teeth only getting a chuckle in return as Satoru pulls all the way back going from his knees to sitting against the pile of pillows a singular leg stretched out while the other was propped up for you to lean against slinging a long arm over the headboard.

“Then come tame me, baby”

And that’s all it takes for suguru to pull out of you pick you up and sit you on Satorus dick making him hiss not ready for how tight or wet you were, moans slipping from your mouth as you try to brace yourself.

Satoru chokes on every word when Suguru lines his dick up with his entrance and uses the wetness from your orgasms as lube before sliding in.

“Fuck” the both groan loudly… louder than anything you did and you nearly orgasm listening to the raspiness of their moans.

You watch as Satorus eyes become glossy for a minute before leaning forward taking his lips in yours smiling when he instantly kisses back. Your hands find his undercut soothing him as his find your breast massaging them for his own satisfaction.

And right when he whimpers in your mouth is when you know he fucked up.

“Tame you?! Tame you! You— shit! You want me to fucking tame you, you bratty ass pretty boy. Look at you taking my—“ he rambles dare you say drunk off the stimulation from being in something so tight piercing blue eyes staring directly into his soul he almost cums at the sight of both of you.

Satorus quiet… except for the broken moans he chokes out his fingers gripping your hips with a bruising force, and it’s kinda what he gets for antagonizing the dark haired man. Your lips find satorus neck leaving little purple bruises and hickeys the thought of being claimed and possessed stimulates him the way being talked through it does Suguru.

“Oh and don’t think i forgot your little teasing sweetheart” he nips at your shoulder fingers coming for a full attack on your clit making your eyes cross.

“Whole things her fault” Satoru manages to squeeze out and you practically taste how fucked out he is, how close to cuming he is.

“Yeah it is…i might be needy but shes greedy wanting both of us” he groans out marking up your neck you knew you couldn’t handle both of them ganging up on you, you were already fighting your trembling legs.

“Im g-greedy?” You breath leaning back against Sugurus chest your tiddies bouncing, stealing Satorus gaze.

“Suguru you did fuck both of us sounds like you’re the greedy one” you wrap an arm around his neck pulling his head to your shoulder before pecking his lips.

“I get it, look at how fucked out our Pretty boy Toru looks” you turn alliances ganging up on Satoru who jaw drops. He loves the attention and the use of “our” if his dick twitching in you was anything to go by.

“W-wait” he stutters trying to pull away only for suguru to lean forward pushing you forward as well. He guides your hips to match the pace that hes set inside of Satoru whos hair is finally starting to stick to his forehead from sweat.

Satoru finds his way to your clit taking over, feeling his stomach clench when you clamp down on him, your eyes rolling back when his dick curves up into that spongey spot inside of you pulling a high pitched whine from your glossy lips.

“So fucking perfect sweetheart” and Satoru isn’t sure if the nicknames for you or him the way he purrs it against your ear but keeps eye contact with him and he feels his stomach convulse shutting his eyes tight.

“Come on baby let me see those gorgeous blue eyes” Suguru pleads, grabbing Satorus chin as much of a sucker for his eyes as everyone else if not more. Pressing two of your fingers into his mouth he moans around them eyes shooting open.

“Fuck sweetheart that’s so fucking sexy, im so close” he heaves into your shoulder arm tightening around your waist.

“You feel so good satoru, squeezing me so tight. Gunna cum for us? Please baby” Suguru fucking begs and Satoru is a whore for him couldn’t help it if he tried actually begins shooting his heavy load into you triggering your own orgasm.

“Fuck” and Sugurus dumping his load into the white haired man leaning forward to kiss him sloppily your fingers quickly removed from his mouth.

You loved watching them kiss each other it was actually so fucking hot. Satoru whines pulling Suguru closer by his dark tendrils body rolling up into you as he sucks on his bottom lip before grabbing you by the back of your neck turning his lips on yours.

You instantly suck his tongue in your mouth the saliva dripping down your chin.

Suguru being the greedy fuck he is leans forward licking it back into your mouth kissing both of you at the same time.

Exactly, greedy. It’s nothing but the sound of teeth clashing lips shaking and subtle moans as the three of you continue making out hands roaming another freely. You miss the silent conversation they have as Sugurus fingers slip inside you and Satoru takes his time on your clit as they moan into another's mouths.

The pressure building up feels different. You were so horny all over again from watching the two of them make out so needy for another that when your orgasm explodes making you squirt the three of you fall into silence with nothing but heavy breathing.

Your body felt weak as you molded into satoru eyes fluttering shut as his hands instantly began rubbing down your back in a soothing rhythm and sugurus hair tickles your side as his large hand rubs down your thighs.

Smiling you crack an eye open to sink your hand into his silky locs gently massaging at his scalp not at all surprised when he purrs into it scooting closer to you just to trail kisses on your wrist letting out a loud satisfied sigh.

“Gonna go start a shower” Suguru stretches as he sits up leaving a lazy kiss on Satorus lips before he tilts your head up to leave one on your lips as well before gliding off to the bathroom.

Satoru wraps his arms around you a bit tighter being the big cuddler he is leaving a series of kisses on the top of your head.

“You think he’d be down to fuck on camera?” He mumbles against your lips, thumb trailing over your cheek pushing curls away from your eyes.

“Of course, his hair would be noticeable though everybody would know who we are” you giggle brushing his snow white hair back and off his forehead leaving a tender kiss that turns into a slight makeout as you hold his face in place.

“Satoru, I can't figure out your stupid shower. Why is it a touch screen and has knobs?!” Suguru huffs before walking back into the bedroom grinning when Satoru gently places you down climbing out the bed.

Suguru doesn't hesitate at all, taking his spot pulling you to cuddle into his chest as he wraps your legs around his waist.

“Feeling ok sweetheart?” He asks his thumbs massaging deeply into your thighs rubbing out any kinks while his other hand rests on your lower back. You smile up at him not wasting a second to press your lips against his and he slots his tongue in your mouth.

Slowly pulling back he rests his forehead against yours though his dark eyes never leave your puffy pink lips.

“You need to get rid of all your little boy toys” he finally adds possessively the certainty in his voice that has you missing the sound of Satoru walking back in the room.

“MY boy toys?” You ask incredulously as if the two of them didn’t have a phone book of women to call. But they don’t register that instead seeing that they need to make it known you belong to them and vice versa.

“Yes, or we could just crash every little date you go on makeout with you and then each other” Satoru smiles pulling your head back so you can see the seriousness in his eyes.

“And if that doesn't work we’ll just beat the shit out of them” Suguru shrugs as if he hasn’t just threatened a hypothetical man but it seems to only turn Satoru on as he agrees climbing back in bed waiting for the shower to warm up.

Suguru only leans back resting his head on Satorus' stomach, both sending you matching devious looks as they wait for you to say anything that could start a second round.

“I think I liked it better when you two didn't get along.”

Sharing was caring and maybe these two actually did know how to do it.

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quartztwst · 2 months ago

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MagiKey (TWST AU)

Quartz (Qix Trix) and My Yuu (Fragaria) Information

Basic Information about Quartz and Yuu

Quartz [MagiKey User “Qix Trix”]

“being a magical girl fucking sucks bro. i wish i could take it back ngl 😭😭"

Quartz is a 17 year old girl who has been a MagiKey user for 3 years. She seems to switch her personality when she is in her magical girl form. Instead of the blunt and irritable attitude in her normal form, she becomes an excitable but charming character in her magical girl form. She doesn't seen to rank top 10 in Magical Girl/People popularity rankings or any rankings to be exact. Although, she's able to make an impression with her unpredictable moves.

She's a normal girl overall. She doesn't have a job and only spends her time at home in the foundation she is put in.

Status:

Mental/Emotional Strength: ★★★★☆ (She's not easy to break but she could be weak for Yuu)

Physical Strength: ★★★☆☆ (Decent but she isn't the strongest)

Stamina: ★★★☆☆ (Holds well in a close range fight but long range takes too much running and thinking)

Strategy: ★★☆☆☆ (Ends up going in head first)

Strengths: She can easily trick and distract enemies. It is her specialty to make them confused and stall for allies to strike.

Weaknesses: If the enemy is extremely intimidating, she'll end up backing away from the fight so she doesn't get messy.

Yuu [MagiKey User "Fragaria"]

"Helping people and saving the world doesn't seem that bad! Besides, it's super fun to see everyone else's abilities!"

Yuu is a 17 year old kid just living their life. They've been a MagiKey user for a year and they are still learning. Yuu seems to keep the same positive attitude from their normal to their magical form. Their personality seems to boost everyone's mood and they try their hardest to support every MagiKey user on the battlefield. They aren't at the top 10 in popularity but people always want them to come assist in battles in which they do! But they have to invite their best friend Quartz too.

A very passionate and genuine kid who just wants to help people.

Status:

Mental/Emotional Strength: ★★★☆☆ (With certain context, Yuu is a very empathetic person which could lead them to become weak from that.)

Physical Strength: ★★★★★ (Quite strong since they are carrying a heavy basket. It's REALLY heavy.)

Stamina: ★★★★★ (Restores energy with strawberries so it's neverending)

Strategy: ★★★☆☆ (Sometimes tries to do strategies but ends up off track)

Strengths: Their support can easily boost allies motivation. They want their friends to defeat the villain with their full potential!

Weaknesses: They are naive and sympathize with people easily. This can lead them falling into traps and probably letting the enemy win.

They were actually raised in some foundation orphanage thing idk. They have no knowledge of their birth parents (since they look out of place aka one is GREY with crazy hair and one is SOME ENTITY??)

Quartz was a very quiet kid while Yuu was more outgoing. They would always stay together and they saw eachother as close friends

When Quartz hit 14, a magikey appeared on her bed and went on to become a magical girl before Yuu (she kinda didn’t wanna do it)

Quartz of course kept it a secret from Yuu

For a year, she managed to keep it a secret but she ended up struggling to fight a villain. She was beat and worn down but UNTIL BOOM!! Yuu is HERE!!

it didn’t really work uhhh they almost got their ass beat 😭😭😭

Quartz managed to save themselves and beat the villain with the support of Yuu (OMG FRIENDSHIP POWER!!)

But this made the secret not a secret anymoreee so Yuu knew that Quartz was a magical girl

When they were 16, Yuu finally recieved their magikey !!

But there was also an offer for Yuu to train at the newly built MagiKey school before actually getting out there as an official one

Quartz didn’t have to take that school when she first started and managed to figure out things so she also told that Yuu didn’t have to go but Yuu insisted

The foundation they were in already had a school built in so they would have to train after school hours

Quartz eventually caved in and joined Yuu in the new MagiKey Training School

They still fight and are offical magical girls. They are mostly seen fighting together.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst au #magikey #magikey au #twst prefect #persona #my persona #twisted wonderland au

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dreaamdiary · 2 months ago

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toxic!chris and itgirl!reader get in an argument while filming

𓂃˖ ࣪ ⊹ tensions stood high while matt and nick tried get through with the video

nick scrolled through his phone looking for questions that didn’t make his fucking back itch while the other three sat in heavy silence.

“alright, guys shut up, wanna make sure the people can hear me”.

his sarcastic remarks doesn’t go unnoticed by the couple.

“top 3 pet peeves”

chris immediately crosses his arms and chuckles, unconsciously shaking his head, thinking of at least 10 off the rip.

surprisingly neither of you jumped to answer the question, leaving matt to fill the silence by going on a tangent about how he hated groundhogs and wonder who it was that gave them so much power.

𓂃˖ ࣪ ⊹ chris couldn’t help but to be messy and to make his smart comments

nick didn’t think it was possible for him to be anymore agitated but you his demise chris had to go and open is loud ass mouth.

“ya’ know what i think is so fucking annoying….”

you roll your eyes at his dramatics, already knowing he was about to start again.

“a motherfucker that just complains bro”

you could audibly hear everyone’s huffs and sighs the more chris started to speak.

“like the fact that someone can just sit and complain about your every move fucking blows me”

matt, just as fed up, if not more than nick, goes to message his temples, already feeling a migraine form.

“chris you’re not smart” he chuckles through so baffled that he could go in circles for hours on end.

𓂃˖ ࣪ ⊹ and you couldn’t help but to snap back when he starting talking a little too crazy

“you’re so funny chris”

chris nonchalantly faced you “uh”

he easily knew how to get under your skin, he’d been doing it for so long he would think you’d catch on by now, but once he starts his i don’t give a fuck attitude and still manages to make childish comments while dismissing you completely, he was bound to get the reaction he was looking for.

“you’re fucking funny, i’m the complainer yet you go on a rant about something no one was even talking about, oh okay” you trailed off and shook your head at the foolishness.

“what the fuck are you talking about…he asked pete peeves, i named one?”

“exactly, exactly, so what’s the point in bringing up some shit that we just talked about”

“complaining is my pet peeve, you just so happen to complain none stop too”

matt and nick stared like two kids watching they’re parents go back and forth, the whole thought of filming a video neglected.

𓂃˖ ࣪ ⊹ nick and matt are completely over your shit

“okay, nope not doing this anymore, this was supposed to be a car video, we’ve been here for—”

“two fucking hours listening to this bullshit” matt inserted, exhaling through his nose like he was barley holding something back.

“like what the actual fuck is happening right now”

both you and chris jump to defend their side of the story that genuinely neither nick or matt gave a fuck about.

“no we’re done for the night, hopefully tomorrow we can finish and you two aren’t acting like your fucking insane”

matt turned the camera off and disconnected it from the tripod before the they both exited the car, going into the house, leaving just you and chris.

“why y’always makin’ a scene, huh?”

“i sat there quiet as fuck until your loud as mouth”

“yo, watch how your talking to me” he chuckled out.

“we were filming a video, you expect me not to talk”

your jaw clenched and lips pressed into a line, he thinks he’s never wrong. “chris, you were being s’petty”

“y’know your proving my point right now”

“and you’re proving mine, it’s so fucking exhausting having to deal with your immaturity, you act like a fucking child chris”. you blew up, leaning in close, finger in his face, which backfired.

he grabs you by the neck and pulls you closer, your finger immediately falls and forced to be met with his blue gaze, darkened with either lust or anger.

“watch y’ fuckin’ mouth”

nsfw

𓂃˖ ࣪ ⊹ he ends up in the back seat with you, working it out

kissing and sucking with urgency while hands roam wildly against every inch of skin available.

you let out small moans as chris trails his kisses across your neck and chest, undoing the tie of your sweats in the meantime.

they’re sighing out breathy apologies while chris had your back pressed against the backseat and left leg held up with his hand.

he slammed into you relentlessly, head thrown back and mouth wide open as he savored the way you clenched around his dick.

tires squeaked from the repeated movement and the car shook creating echos in the sleeping neighborhood.

you laid there fucked into the seat, twisted and tossed all types of ways and unable to form a single thought let alone coherent sentence.

you kept a firm grip on the hand that held your neck as cries spilled from your mouth and tears streamed down your face.

“ugh..oh my god”

#── 𝒟reaamdiary ꩜ ˙🍓 ̟ !!#itgirl!reader #toxic!chris #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x black reader #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo au #chris sturniolo blurb #chris sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo blurb #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo headcanon

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hellfire--cult · 2 months ago

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Edit of Eddie: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters, plotline and general warnings.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️18+: fluff, angst, angst, angst, some little smut at the beginning, and indications of it at the end, Eddie having a severe sweet tooth

wc: 11.7k

A/N: so soon? who would of thought? thank you @andvys for proofreading my bby ❤️ also, i hurt my own feelings writing this chapter.

Anyways, Enjoy! ❤️ And don't forget to always support me by hitting the reblog button or leave a comment!

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CHAPTER 23

You were gripping the pillow below your head tightly, biting your bottom lip with a pleasured smile as you groaned into your throat.

Your back arched as the sun beams entered from the windows, the clock signaling 10:39 AM, and you had awakened just a few minutes ago. This was your new favorite way of waking up, and you didn’t think you could let go of it that easily. Your mind was filled with the drowsiness of just waking up, mixing with the lust and the overstimulation from yesterday as well.

You gasped when you felt yourself clench tightly around large fingers, your orgasm exploding from you as your clit was sucked on, and the movements never stopped. You trembled as your back arched and arched, and you were helped to ride the orgasm out, slowly, until you weren’t clenching any longer and your back hit the mattress beneath you once more.

You were breathing heavily, a dopey relaxed smile on your lips, your eyes closed, and you whimpered a bit through it all as the fingers were pulled out from you. You looked down, and then, crawling up towards you and popping his head out from the blanket, Eddie appeared with a smirk on his face, your juices all over his mouth and chin.

“God, I love having breakfast first thing in the morning.” He joked and you snorted, your hands flying to your face in shame while you laughed. You heard his chuckle as he moved over you, giving a kiss to your stomach before he got the blanket and sheets off the both of you so he could get up. You dropped your hands to finally look at him as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Oh come on. As if you don’t fucking like it, Peach.” You couldn’t help the giggle that fell from your lips as you also got up from the bed, grabbing onto Eddie’s tank top, putting it on over you, and then you grabbed your panties and gym shorts. He was pulling some new boxers on himself as well as some sweatpants, pushing his hair away from his face, and now, you would go to the bathroom to clean yourself and then, you would have breakfast.

The new dynamic. A domestic one. The one you two have been having for two weeks now. You stayed, he stayed, and you had breakfast, then lunch, then spend the day, maybe a fuck in there or not, and then you two would leave. This new arrangement just made the two of you spend more and more time with one another and you couldn’t be happier. He now stays on weekdays too, not the weekends only anymore.

You two got up and got ready for work, maybe even have a coffee together before either you headed out from his house before Gareth popped up, because Jeff already knew, or him leaving your apartment first before you left yourself to your office. Well, sometimes not even just coffee… You woke Eddie up the other day with a blowjob, or sometimes the two of you would just simply find each other as soon as the alarms set off. You have been in an amazing mood for the past weeks, and you had Eddie to thank for that.

Today, he woke you up with kisses on your chest, then your stomach, and when you could fully grasp the situation, he started eating you out. You were amazed that this man was so starved for you in that way, to the point of wanting to do it to you just because. He told you he loved it, and by the hard ons he got each time he ate you out, you could be sure of that.

You walked to the door of the bedroom, ready to head to the bathroom, but you felt your ass being slapped as you passed by Eddie, who you glared at. He shrugged with a grin and he continued to rummage his drawers for pants. Your heart beat loudly in your chest as you left the room and headed to finally clean yourself down there because, even if you were kinky like that with Eddie, you are not that kinky to be walking around with your juices and his saliva between your legs.

Your stomach never let those butterflies die. You could feel them still as wild as the day they first hatched from their cocoon. You wondered if at any point you would be able to tell him about your feelings. Should you at this point? Maybe not. You bit the side of your thumb nail nervously. The signs were there, right? You could see them and feel them, but what if it was all in your head? Why were you not confident with this? It was so unlike you.

You always went head first with your feelings, you were honest, and you would also be more cautious with this. Before, you would have left the person you started having feelings for after confronting them about it and they rejected you. Now, you couldn’t even confront Eddie with them, therefore, you didn’t know if he would reject you or not. But the thought of him possibly doing so… frightened you.

It was the first time you felt like this. More than Henry. Or maybe because you never truly went through it like this before. Henry, you both knew it was more than just a fling. It was years of pent up tension and feelings, fucking idiotic to say it now, but it was. Then Billy, he confronted you first with his feelings, so he was the one with the fear of rejection, even if you were barely coming to terms with your own feelings at that time.

But with Eddie, you were doubtful and you didn’t know why exactly. Maybe it was because you knew how… well, how much of a manwhore Eddie was before. When you two didn’t speak with one another, you would know about how many girls he fucked in a single weekend against your own accord. It was because Robin was always shocked. She told you that Eddie once fucked five girls in a single weekend.

That memory made your belly turn uncomfortably. That was the reason you were skeptical about it all. It was hard to believe that out of fucking five girls in a single weekend, he would settle to just fuck you. Just you. But then it also begs the question if you were indeed special to him, or maybe, you were the only one who let him hit it raw.

Now that the aftermath, the bliss of finally becoming exclusive with him passed, you could see a little clearer. He could be just doing this because he goes raw and you knew it feels ten times better for a dick. You couldn’t help your brain from being mean to you. Sometimes you wished you could just shut it off, but it always happened. It would turn on at a random time of the day, with Eddie or not, and it would start fucking up your mind.

You sighed as you cleaned yourself, putting the panties and then the gym shorts on. You looked into the mirror and you saw the hickey on your collarbone, making you roll your eyes but deep inside you felt owned. You felt like he was marking you because he wanted that little bruise to sneak out in front of someone, maybe when you leaned down and your shirt would fall a bit, open up, and for it to show.

Or maybe he was too horny and he didn’t notice he did it.

See? The fucking brain being mean to you once again. You washed your hands as well as your face, trying to center yourself back to earth. You opened the mirror cabinet and got your hand lotion out, the vial in there almost empty now, and the curiosity picked up again. What was that? The liquid was sort of purple, and you had never seen anything like that. His name was on it, so it was prescribed.

Were you in a position to ask him about it? There was another word under his name though… You grabbed the little vial, but it only had the letters ‘SUPP.’. Supplement maybe? Probably some vitamin he had to inject himself with?

You wondered why he never spoke of any illness before with you. You couldn’t help but wonder if Steve knew, or if anyone else did. You didn’t dare to ask the others in case they did not know, and you would just throw Eddie under the bus if you asked. If he didn’t talk to you about it, it’s either too personal, or something he wanted to ignore… yet your curiosity was eating you away.

You put the vial back, and picked up the lotion to put a bit on your palms and then smear them, putting the tube back and closing the cabinet. One of the few things that made you believe you had a chance, was the fact that Eddie had let you leave a few things of your own around his house.

The lotion in the cabinet was one, then there were some scrunchies in the drawer of the night table on the right, the side you always slept in. Then he would always keep diet coke in his fridge knowing you drink that religiously, and then you had your toothbrush. You knew almost no one went to the bathroom upstairs, Eddie had told you so. There was no issue with you leaving some of your stuff around his house, as well as he left his.

You still had one of his hair creams for his curls in your shower, then you also had his toothbrush there, and when asked, you always told them it was Jeff’s. You still didn’t know how you were handling that lie so well. You didn’t know for how long it would stay that way though, so that’s why you were starting to put pressure on confessing your feelings to Eddie.

If Robin were to find out you had been lying to her for months, you knew she wouldn’t forgive you. She would be so mad. But, sooner or later you would have to tell her the truth, more so if you take the leap and confess. Robin needed to know the person behind either your happiness or your heartbreak. You hoped it was happiness, but you couldn’t be sure and that was slowly eating your confidence away.

You brushed your teeth later on, brushing your hair with the brush that Eddie had there for himself. You couldn’t believe you felt giddy by the fact his hairs were mixed with yours in this stupid brush. You had to get a hold of yourself. You are literally fucking this man, and you were acting like a schoolgirl being giddy over the fact her crush said ‘hello’ to her. You shook your head, wiping your hands away with the hand towel, before walking out of the bathroom.

Eddie walked out from the room now, his hair on a low ponytail, and he gave you a smile, nodding towards the stairs to signal you to go have breakfast. You squinted your eyes at him, an eyebrow of his rising in question.

“Didn’t you have breakfast already?” You asked and he chuckled, beginning to walk forward, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I ain’t full yet.” You smiled, biting your bottom lip and you immediately slapped his ass this time. He jumped at the slap, his head turning to look at you with a squint. You raised your hands in feigned innocence.

“You had a mosquito.” He rolled his eyes, smiling as he walked down the stairs, you following right behind him like a puppy.

“Yeah, sure. You are obsessed with my ass, and you know it.” He commented as he walked to the kitchen. You followed and turned to the fridge instantly, opening it as if you owned the house and Eddie did not mind a bit. He never did. Another thing that made you think that you were extra special to him. You hummed as you looked at the contents inside the fridge.

“Look who’s talking.” You spoke and you grabbed some juice, looking at what else you two could eat for today. Eddie was in fact obsessed with your ass, or at least the position. He loved the ass up only position, and you weren’t complaining, you loved it too. He felt deep and he hit your g-spot perfectly each fucking time.

“I never denied that.” You heard him chuckle as two glasses clinked when he put them on the counter. You hummed as you also grabbed some frozen eggos from his freezer.

“Who the fuck buys Eggos nowadays?”

“They’re delicious and quick to make if you’re in a hurry, or simply don’t want to cook… like now.” He grinned as he took the box of frozen waffles and walked back to his toaster. You scrunched your nose once more and you slowly put the juice back, turning your head to peek over your shoulder to see if Eddie was still turned around. You licked the corner of your lip and reached out for a can of coke. He always nagged at you about drinking coke at so early in the morning, but you couldn’t help it. Your throat was dry and you didn’t want coffee like this.

You closed the fridge, walking towards the stool and sitting down, looking at Eddie’s back as he whistled. You heard the click of the toaster and you took the opportunity to open your can, the ‘psst, clack’ sound louder than the click. Your face turned into a wince as you saw Eddie straighten up, slowly turning around with a murderous look on his eyes.

“You sneaky shit.” You smiled innocently and slowly took a sip of your coke with a loud slurp. He sighed, rolling his eyes at you, going towards the fridge to grab the syrups and a can of coke himself.

“Ha!” You exclaimed and he glared at you, closing the fridge with his elbow, putting the bottles of chocolate and strawberry syrup on the table. He opened his own can and took a long sip, before he let out a sigh of relief.

“You are a bad influence. I never drank coke in the fucking morning, and you come along and do this to me… I should cut you off, start anew, return to my good healthy ways–” You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head.

“You have a cigarette at 8 AM sometimes. That is actually worse.”

“Digestive. And also, not doing that anymore since you started being a bad and horrible influence.” You raised your eyebrows at him and nodded, taking a sip of your can as you turned away from him.

“Fine. I’ll leave after having an Eggo, and you won’t see me again, Munson. Return to your old ways, to your morning cigarette. Cannot believe you prefer that over a blow–” You squealed and giggled when strong arms engulfed you from behind, almost throwing you off your stool. He blew a raspberry on your neck, tickling you, making the butterflies in your belly dance and fly.

“You know I don’t mean it, Peach, come on~” He cooed and you pretended to think and act offended.

“Oh, I don’t know… Calling me a bad influence, that hurt.” You snorted a bit at your silliness, his arms hugging you over your shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest. He rolled his eyes, blowing another raspberry against your neck, making you giggle and wiggle under his arms. He was smiling against you, and you wondered what he was thinking right now. What was he feeling?

“Don’t be a wuss.”

“I should leave–” At your words he gave you a soft bite on the shoulder, making you squeal with a giggle, your legs kicking a bit from the shiver that he sent through your body.

“Nuh uh.” He went silent after that, but his embrace didn’t leave you. You flushed all over, fearing he would feel the erratic beating of your heart in your chest, under his arms. You got nervous, yet you were happy, but you didn’t know why he went silent.

“You good, Munson?”

“You got anything to do… today? Tomorrow?” It was a sunday tomorrow. You blinked a few times before shaking your head as you grabbed onto his forearms gently.

“No… I wasn’t… Didn’t plan anything at all. The group didn’t talk either on the group chat, so…” You softly spoke and you felt him nod against the crook of your neck. You licked your lips as you anticipated his question. You hoped he would ask what you thought he was going to ask. You could feel him hesitate, and you just didn’t know whether to talk or not, your heart crumbling the more he doubted, the more he considered it–

“Would you like to stay for another night?”

The whole weekend. You two would have spent the whole weekend together and– You felt giddy. You felt so happy. You felt like you could reach and touch the sky, pass your hand through a cloud and be able to feel it. Your heart clenched with joy, your belly turned as your butterflies fluttered all around, but you had to appear normal. You had to appear as if you weren’t falling more and more for Eddie Munson.

“I think someone is getting a little obsessed with me–” Another raspberry being blown on your skin, his head shaking a bit to cause even more tickles on you thanks to his stubble, laughter escaping your lips as you almost get thrown off your stool. “Okay! Okay– Okay, I’ll stay…”

“Yeah?” He whispered into your neck, and you closed your eyes, feeling his breath hitting your skin. You felt as if you two were all alone in the world right now. The idea of being with him, in his house, for three days, caused you to feel so wanted. So needed. And you hoped that was the case.

“Yeah…” You softly whispered, no jokes this time. You should try to be more direct with your true feelings, stop the little bantering to pretend to be friends and nothing more. You wanted to make him nervous, just like he made you feel. With or without realizing it, you didn’t know. You heard what sounded like a sigh of relief coming from his nose, and then he pressed a soft kiss on your neck before the Eggos flew out of the toaster, signaling they were ready. You two jumped at the sound, to then giggle a bit as Eddie separated from you.

You didn’t notice how badly your heart was racing. You put a hand over your chest to try to calm your breathing, your panting almost as you watched his back, working on getting the waffles out of the toaster. You saw him wince and shake his hand whenever he burnt himself trying to get the damn thing out and on the plate, making you giggle.

You bit your bottom lip as you took deep breaths in to calm yourself down. You put your hand down from your chest when you saw him turn and put the plate of waffles in the middle. He walked around the kitchen island counter and sat on the stool next to you. Not in front of you like he did before. You hummed in approval as you reached over for a waffle and then the chocolate syrup.

“What are we thinking for lunch?” He asked as he grabbed a waffle and the strawberry syrup for himself. You were pouring some chocolate on yours, then putting it down, Eddie instantly grabbing it to pour chocolate over the strawberry on his waffle. You winced at the sweetness of it, but you got used to him having an extreme sweet tooth.

“Uhm… I was thinking of a creampie.” He choked on the bite of his waffle, giving you a warning look as he tried to push the food down his throat, his fist over his mouth as he coughed. You giggled and patted his back a few times. He let a breath out of his lips once he could swallow and he turned to look at you with a glare.

“Trying to kill me here woman?” You raised your eyebrows at him, taking a bite out of your own waffle and shrugging.

“So you had a special breakfast, and I can’t have a special lunch? This is pure injustice.” He chuckled, shaking his head at you, but his hand squeezed your thigh, making your entire body set aflame.

“Keep being a menace, and you’ll get no creampies at all.” You whined at his threat, but you both knew it was all a joke. Before, it would have been actual flirting, an actual proposition of what you wanted later on to happen, but now, it was just a joke.

“You’re no fun.” You giggled as you kept eating, both of you talking about anything at all and you couldn’t believe just how easy it was. How smooth it all felt with him. You didn’t know you could be this comfortable with someone again. With Billy you didn’t feel a hundred percent relaxed because of many aspects you didn’t quite enjoyed of him. Like his friends, his suspicious attitude around yours, his little anger outbursts… You felt comfortable with Henry, but it wasn’t even like this.

You couldn’t describe it, maybe it was because of your history with Eddie. You had hated him and he had hated you. You two started from scratch, you became friends, even best friends, and there was always this sense of comfort. It was like the sun coming out after the heavy storm and the hurricane. You take that sun for granted when you have it all the time, but you learnt to bask in its warmth when it appeared for the first time after having tornados all the time with Eddie.

It was natural. It was magnetizing. You couldn’t quite comprehend how he managed to sneak under your skin the way he did, but you weren’t complaining. The fear of rejection was still there, but you could worry about it later. You could worry about it on monday. For now, you wanted to enjoy this full weekend with him. To be in his arms, to kiss him, to do stuff together.

After washing the dishes, you somehow found the ingredients to make chocolate chip cookies in his cupboards and fridge. Eddie put on music from his TV as he watched you cook in his kitchen. You heard him shuffle beside you, watching your every move, asking what you were doing. You giggled as you explained the steps to him, and you could hear him salivating next to you.

You were pouring the chocolate chips and you saw him point at the bowl, making you look at him with an eyebrow raised and then you gave an ‘Ah’ sound of realization, and without him telling you, you started pouring more chips inside.

You didn’t notice how he turned his head to look at you at the action. You minded yourself with mixing it all together with the spatula, your tongue peeking out of your lips as you grunted from how thick the batter now was. He chuckled, trying to grab the bowl and the spatula from you, but you pouted, moving away from him.

“I can do it. I am an independent woman.” You stated as you kept mixing and he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. He waited for you, but eventually you mixed it all together. He could have done it in a minute but you took three to make sure everything was nicely put together. You hummed as you walked towards the fridge, putting the bowl inside for the batter to cool down and solidify a bit.

“What’s that for?”

“Hmm?”

“Putting the batter in the fridge, why?” He asked, actually curious as you washed your hands and then the counter with a rag.

“So that it’s easier to put on the tray in small pieces and the batter isn’t as sticky.” You explained and he hummed, checking his phone. You didn't feel that worry of him talking to other girls anymore. You didn't have to wonder if he was planning something else or if he was checking someone else's profile.

“No signs of the group. Nancy and Robin must be together. Steve and Jonathan too. Argyle and Eden…”

“Oh, yeah, probably a couple's night.” You didn’t process your words until you said them. You stopped for a second as you felt a cold sweat invading your entire body and Eddie stayed silent.

Shit. You and Eddie. You two are alone as well, and before, if the circumstances would have just stayed as ‘friends only’, you wouldn’t be as embarrassed and scared as you were now. You two are also, kind of, almost, in a couple’s night. You two are having sex, having the meals of the day, spending time together, talking, laughing, and then just sleeping while holding one another.

How the fuck were you supposed to save this one? You thought about it but, if you were going to be brave, you should let these kinds of things sink in. You had to do these little hints and comments for him to maybe, probably, realize your feelings for him. So you stayed silent and resumed your cleaning as if what you had just said still hadn’t processed in your brain. You heard Eddie clear his throat before he looked down at his phone while his other hand scratched the back of his head.

“Yeah. I guess.” You then felt his presence leave your side and your heart plummeted. You watched him go to the toilet and you had to hold yourself against the counter, looking down at the sink with worry.

He looked troubled. Fuck, he looked troubled by the word ‘Couple’. He might have been a little scared, that’s all, it didn’t mean yet that he didn’t want you that way. It– But fuck, he clearly didn’t like the sound of that, did he? He immediately ripped himself away from you and left your side, probably uncomfortable now.

You fucked up the entire day, hadn't you? Was this going to be awkward now? Was he going to come up with an excuse and make you leave? You felt your bottom lip quivering slightly and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in and shaking your head. No. You had to snap out. You knew that it could be a yes or a no, and for now, there wasn’t a complete answer.

You dried your hands on the kitchen cloth that was hanging from the oven and licked your lips. You turned to look at the door of the bathroom and you took a deep breath in, walking towards the couch, but you spotted something underneath the TV, right in the crevice of the rack that held all the games for the console. It looked like a photo album. You turned your head to look at the bathroom door again and then back at the album.

You walked towards it, grabbing it from there and then looked at the cover. It was plain green. You sat down on the couch again as you opened it, looking at the very first picture. You tilted your head as you saw a woman, smiling. Hair wild like Eddie’s, but her eyes were blue. She looked beautiful in that white sundress, and thanks to the wind blowing to the side, you saw the pregnant belly being hugged by the dress.

“My mom.”

You jumped in your place as you turned your head to look up at Eddie. He was tilting his head, looking down at you and then at the album. You stuttered a bit and moved to close it.

“I’m– I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop, it was– It just caught my attention, it was in between all the game cases and–”

“It’s okay Peach.” He rounded the couch and sat down, his legs spread. His couch was very wide and it had depth. It was almost the size of a single bed mattress. He patted the space between his legs and you felt your heart burst in your chest as you moved, sitting down there, and you knew this was not in a sexual manner. He was not giving you the green light for anything like that. His hands came to wrap around your waist, while his chin rested on your right shoulder. You were nervous by the intimate position. You cleared your throat a bit before talking again.

“Can I…?”

“Mhm.” You felt your belly turn at the acceptance, at the way he was letting you walk inside his world a little bit more. You opened the page again, looking down at his mom, pregnant with him.

“She was beautiful.” He smiled, nodding against you.

“Now you know where I got my good looks.” You rolled your eyes a bit, but a smile spread on your lips. You turned the pages and it was more pictures of her, then, the picture of a man. Your smile fell as you remembered Eddie’s past, the man in the picture making venom rise in your throat.

“Your father.” You didn’t even try to hide the anger behind your tone. He had hurt Eddie and his mother for years, and the bastard dared to take a picture, smiling, next to Eddie’s mother who wasn’t. He nodded again, and you felt his jaw clench a bit against you.

“I keep that picture just because my mom is in there. It’s the only picture I have of my father.” You nodded in understanding, not wanting to even give the advice that he can simply cut his father out of the picture because if he kept it that way, it was for something. You turned the page again, and now, you saw Eddie’s mom, holding a baby in a hospital bed. Eddie. Your heart warmed at the sight, your fingers slowly brushing over the picture.

“It’s you.” You softly spoke and he let out a breath, and you could even hear the smile from it.

“Yeah. That’s little me.”

“Who took these pictures?” You asked and he moved to grip the corner of the page, turning it, only for you to see a much younger Wayne, looking down at baby Eddie. You felt your eyes building up with tears, the lump forming in your throat, and you tried to swallow it down, nodding slowly. “Mmm… Makes sense.”

“The only pictures I have of my childhood were always taken by my mom and Wayne.” You took a deep breath in to hold back from crying, turning the pages slowly as you inspected them. You laughed when there was a picture of Eddie at three years old falling off his first bicycle. The moment was captured perfectly, and then a picture of him crying into the camera holding his knee.

He laughed with you, pointing at certain pictures and explaining the backstory from them, and you didn’t notice how time was passing between the two of you. He let you in. He let you dig into his past a little further, and in a very intimate manner. You both finally reached Eddie at his eleven years old. His head was shaved completely, his smile gone.

“What happened here?” He remained silent for a few seconds, and you felt his Adam's apple bob in his throat.

“My mother died.” You closed your eyes, feeling your gut clench in pain, not even beginning to understand or comprehend the loss of a mother. You didn’t even want to think about that of your own mom. “My father didn’t like me growing my hair out… so he made me get a buzz cut every six months.”

You clenched your jaw and you saw how the pictures were time skipping a lot. Not many pictures of Eddie in his eleven to thirteen years old. He lived with his father at that time, and he explained that he didn’t let Wayne visit much, nor he let Eddie visit Wayne back in Hawkins.

Then, a picture of Eddie giving a big smile, his hair a little more grown, and you could see it was Christmas, assuming it from the small tree filled with lights at the corner of the trailer. You saw what Eddie had on his lap, the very same electric guitar he had in the corner of this room. You raised your head and turned to look at it. It was as if it were brand new, but it was actually from thirteen years ago.

“Wayne had saved up. This was three months after I came to live with him after my father got locked up. He had saved up all the money from the presents he didn’t get to buy me in those three years I lived with my father.” You couldn’t help but tear up again, now realizing just how important Wayne is in Eddie’s life. And he was sick. You turned to look at him, not even helping yourself as you gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in.

You knew he was hurting while showing you this, and you wanted him to know that you knew. You wanted him to know that you two could stop at any minute that he wanted. That you two could just close the photo album and move on. Instead, he smiled as he opened his eyes to look at you and then back down at the album.

You followed, moving on and on with the pictures, until they stopped for a while when Eddie hit sixteen. Not a single one from that age. You didn’t dare to ask, but then you moved on to seventeen, and Eddie was completely different. He looked masculine, older than what he was supposed to be. His hair reached his shoulders, and you wondered how it could be. You were about to ask, but he kept moving on with the pages. You realized that he didn’t want to talk about these ages, so you let your curiosity die down. You then saw a picture of him, Gareth, Jeff and another guy, posing with their instruments at what looked like a bar.

“Corroded Coffin?” You asked and he whistled, smiling at you.

“Good memory. Yes.” You couldn’t help the proud smile on your face, and then you kept moving the pictures until– You snorted, loudly, to then start cracking up. Eddie only grunted at what you were looking at, wanting to rip the album away from you.

“Okay– Okay, what the hell is this!?” You moved the album away as you kept looking at the picture. A very punk ass Eddie Munson, arms crossed towards the camera, next to a very grumpy Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley flipping the middle finger… the three of them in comical blue sailor outfits.

“I needed money, and– I didn’t know I had to wear a sailor’s outfit, okay? The pay was good and I didn’t even let the interviewer finish his explanation that I took the job at that ice cream shop.” You could hear him sigh as you kept giggling, your feet kicking a bit with giddiness. “I met Steve and Robin there.”

“Really?” You asked, with an eyebrow raised. “I thought you all went to the same school?”

“Just because we went to the same school, doesn’t mean we were all friends while we attended.” He explained and you nodded in understanding, looking down at the picture again. You kept moving, and you saw Eddie sitting at a big table, a game board in the middle of it, and then there was Gareth, Jeff, that other guy from his band, and some younger teens. You pointed at a particular one, wearing a funky looking cap.

“That’s… Dustin, right? I know Mike and Will because of Nance and Johnny…” He nodded, smiling again.

“My old club. Mike and Will are cool, but well… Dustin is kind of like a little brother.” You hummed with a smile at the endearment. You kept moving and finally you reached graduation. A picture of him, Robin and Nancy with diplomas in hand. Eddie was 20 at this time, while Nance and Robs were 18. Steve had already graduated, but he was still in the picture in his casual outfit.

That was the last picture. You closed the album and you didn’t notice the twinge of sadness that invaded you. You had friends in school, but the only one that stayed had been Camila… You had no childhood friends, nor school friends… You had no friends from your past that decided to stay by your side.

“Hey…” You snapped out, turning your head to look at him. His head was no longer on your shoulder, but looking at you. “You have us, you know that.”

How did he know? You blinked at him, trying to wipe your tears away, make them go back into your eye sockets, because it was stupid to cry about something like that. You nodded slowly, clearing your throat.

“I know.” You smiled at him and he huffed with a small little grin on his lips, and he leaned to place a kiss on yours. You took a deep breath in through your nose at the caring gesture, your hand moving to the back of his head to hold onto him. Your neck was straining a bit but you didn’t really care.

He pulled away after a few seconds and you licked your lips, your eyes connecting to his. The silence was trying to make the two of you speak to each other, but the timer on your phone decided to interrupt, cutting the both of you off and snap from the trance you were put in. You sighed as you grabbed it from the coffee table.

“Time to put those bad boys into the oven.” You said and he nodded, eagerly getting up from the couch, pulling you up with him with a squeal from your throat.

“Fuck yes, cookies.” You couldn’t help at the eagerness in his voice, how he moved you towards the kitchen once more to start preparing the cookies. You couldn’t help but marvel at how he looked, how he smiled with excitement and salivated while making little balls out of the dough and putting them on the pan. How he frowned whenever you caught him eating raw dough out of the bowl and you slapped it away.

You were completely whipped.

As you two waited for the cookies to be done, you had busied yourselves in playing games, and you even helped Eddie with some finances for his car shop. When you pulled out your laptop to check your work emails, which you did even on a saturday, he stayed next to you, asking about your job.

No one took the time to learn what you did. No one seemed interested in knowing what you did outside of a bedroom. But Eddie did. Eddie has. You cannot overlook something like that, even if to many it might seem simple, something that should be a given. He made amused noises whenever you showed articles that were made out of your own campaigns, amazed that you have helped a few models rise in status thanks to that.

“So, you are basically rich.” He suddenly spat out and you snorted, shrugging. The smell of freshly baked cookies now filled the entire living room.

“I am not there yet, but if I wanted to rent a house, I could.” His eyebrows raised in surprise at you, only to then squint as he poked your side, making you squeal.

“Now, what is the fucking excuse of getting a new car?” You rolled your eyes at his question, holding back the snort in your throat as you closed your laptop on the coffee table.

“Emotional value.” You replied and in all honesty, it didn’t. You had bought a second hand car back when you lived with your mom in order to escape that city. Yet maybe it did hold some emotional value, knowing you used that car to start anew. To meet new friends. To have the job you’ve always wanted. To meet Eddie. This car led you to meet Eddie.

“Okay, if it holds too much emotional value, then just keep it in a garage and buy a new one.” You giggled and shrugged, biting your bottom lip as you thought. That car did lead you to Eddie… but, you could get a car Eddie picked himself for you.

“Will you help me pick the best car for me?” You turned to Eddie and his eyes lit up as he showed you a full on toothed grin, excitement all over his features.

“Absolutely! Of course I’m not making you buy a race car, but I think that a nice BMW would look good on you. Or maybe a japanese car… those are nice.” His eyes were looking forward in thought as he kept mumbling options, and your gaze was still stuck on his entire profile. If he only looked at you, he would see how you were staring, how your eyes were shining with unspoken words of affection, of care.

The timer went off on your phone, and Eddie instantly jumped from the couch and you gasped, following right after as if running after a child. You saw him instantly grab a kitchen towel and open the oven to then take the tray out. The cookies looked soft in the middle and crunchy around the edges. The chocolate looked like it melted correctly and after Eddie closed the oven’s door and turned the heat off, your eyes widened when you saw him immediately about to grab a cookie from the tray, just as you had predicted.

“They are fucking hot Edward! You need to wait!” You pushed him to the side using your hip and you grabbed the kitchen towel from his hands to lay it over the cookies to keep the moisture. He was glaring at you, a soft pout on his bottom lip.

“No they’re not. I can easily eat one–”

“You are not burning your taste buds. Not today. Sit down.” You glared back at him and you heard a huff coming from his part, and he walked back to the couch, plopping down with his arms crossed over his chest like a little kid. You had to hold your giggles in as you looked at his slumped form. He really had a sweet tooth.

You walked towards him, standing in front of his figure and you poked the top of his head.

“Are you mad?”

“Don’t talk to me.” He was acting, you knew it, but it was still funny and adorable seeing him like this. You hummed as you crossed your own arms over your chest, acting as if you were in thought.

“Well… then I guess I will just take the tray home, since you are not going to talk to me–” You were immediately grabbed and thrown forward, prompting you to straddle his lap, a giggle escaping your lips as he softly bit your neck before pulling away. His arms wrapped around you as he pouted with puppy dog eyes.

“I just don’t want to wait.”

“Well, but we have to, or else you’ll burn your taste buds and guess what, you won’t taste anything sweet for days.” He huffed at your words but a playful smile was still displayed on his lips. You wondered if he acted this childish before. You wondered if he was this goofy with someone else before. Did Steve even experience this side?

“Fine… But I guess I’ll have to find something else to keep me preoccupied.” His eyes scanned your lips, to then land on your shoulder. Your body immediately lit up, your hips coming in contact with his, making you clench around absolutely nothing. His eyes returned to look into yours, the playfulness gone, replaced by lust and dilated pupils.

“Mmm… and what could that be?” You spoke softly. He hummed in thought, moving forward to place a kiss on your lips first, to then move down to your jaw. Your eyes closed as you held onto his biceps, your hips slowly starting to roll against his as if you were put in automatic.

“I think that I would like to see you bouncing a little. Can you do that, Peach?” You moaned at the prospect of riding him, your core already becoming wet the more you rubbed yourself on him, the more he went down with his kisses. You felt him pull the strap of the tank top you were wearing, his tank top, down your shoulder, his lips finding your exposed skin there.

“Yeah… Yeah, I can…” You could feel the bulge underneath your hips, his lips moving towards your neck now, his hands splayed on your back as he held you against him. Your heart was lighting up in flames as your nerves turned your belly in such a good way that you couldn’t help but smile and close your eyes as he sucked on your pulse point.

This was a new normal. You hoped this was his new normal. That he considered this ‘right’. That he considered that this was happiness, just like you did. Just like you believed this was meant to be. Like you believed that this is what you two should have been since the very beginning.

“Peach–”

And the front door was suddenly opened with force.

You froze at the same time Eddie did. Your heart stopped, your body immediately turned cold as your eyes snapped wide with plates. You didn’t dare to look to the side. You didn’t dare to see who was at the door, because you were so scared.

You felt how Eddie slowly pulled the strap back on your shoulder, a small growl vibrating in his throat but it was almost too small to detect. You couldn’t help but wish that whoever was at the front door, was someone who wouldn’t react as wrongly as you thought they would… but that was just a wish. Because there was only one person in your whole friend group who had a spare key for Eddie’s house… and that wasn’t you.

Eddie pulled away from your neck, slowly turning his head to the right while you turned yours to the left and– Your heart got caught in your throat. It felt as if two atoms had suddenly collided with each other and your entire existence got wiped in just a millisecond. You felt your breathing turn heavy as you looked at the front door, and Eddie’s arms were not leaving your body, and that helped you not falling backwards because–

Not only was Steve Harrington standing there, his eyes wide in shock, but also Robin Buckley.

Each of your best friends was just standing at the open door, the soft breeze from outside entering the home and your world felt numb suddenly, your ears were ringing and you could feel the dread slowly sinking in your bones. Eddie was frowning towards the door, his eyes also wide, and you four didn’t talk for a few seconds, until Steve finally broke the silence.

“Seriously…?” Your best friend then stuttered for a few seconds, a look of disappointment crossing her features.

“Are you– Are you cheating on Jeff? With his best friend? Why–” And you were frowning at Robin with pity, with sadness, realizing your friend was still not fully grasping the situation, but Steve… Steve’s face fell, replaced by one of anger. A look that made shivers run down your spine.

“Robin… I don’t think Jeff was ever a part of this.” The air around was tense, and you gulped when Robin turned her head to look at Steve.

“What–?” She then looked back towards you and Eddie, and you could see how her face slowly transformed as she put the puzzle together in her head. You could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest as the anxiety started eating you away, as you looked at how your best friend’s face was slowly turning into one of sadness, of anger. “I’ll wait for you in the car, Steve.”

She turned and walked out of the open door, and you heard the metal steps clink and you couldn’t let her walk away. You ripped yourself from Eddie, quickly getting up and rushing towards the door, pushing past Steve. Eddie was about to follow right behind you, but Steve closed the door, making Eddie stop in his tracks.

“You and I are going to fucking talk, Munson.”

But you were oblivious to it. You only cared about your best friend, not even caring that you were without a bra, with very little clothing on, and it wasn’t that hot out. You were barefoot, wincing when you hit the floor at the bottom of the stairs, and you rounded the corner to finally catch Robin, getting hold of her arm.

“Robs–”

“Don’t call me that!” She snapped as she turned around, ripping her arm away from your grasp. Her eyes were wide, burning with incoming tears as she frowned with disappointment. You felt your own sobs threatening to come out, but your throat was dry. You shook your head slowly, your hands coming up towards her.

“I’m so sorry–”

“For what!? For what exactly!? For lying to me!? For not telling me that you have been fucking Eddie since–” Her eyes widened as she did the math and you could only wince as she let out a fake scoff. “Oh, that’s fucking rich. That’s so fucking rich–”

“Robin, I swear, I didn’t mean to hide it from you but–”

“But what!? I am your best friend! I never hid anything from you! Ever! No matter if it was something embarrassing or something that would not work out for me in the end, I never hid it from you!” You were breathing heavily as you listened to her, and you nodded in complete agreement, no fights coming from your part. “Fuck, I came here with Steve as fast as we could, because we saw Jeff kissing a girl at the diner we were at, and I thought he was cheating on you! We came to interrogate Eddie and probably beat his ass if he knew and he helped Jeff lead you on!”

Your heart could only break at that, knowing how much your best friend cared for you, and how Steve was fully willing to bust one of Eddie’s eyes sockets in for your honor. The lump in your throat grew and grew, but somehow, you managed to swallow it down each time.

“I’m so sorry– I know, I know, but I– I haven’t lied except for the name– I swear, I told you everything–”

“But the name!!! The name, the person you were with, the most crucial part of everything you told me was a lie!” You could hear the pain in her voice. You could hear it so clearly and it only made your heart clenched tightly. You nodded again, and you were now desperate, feeling as if you were losing Robin right in front of your eyes.

“I know, I know, but… Robin, we– I wanted to tell you and I was going to come clean soon–”

“It shouldn’t have gotten to that point. I shouldn’t have gotten to the point of you saying ‘I was going to tell you sooner or later’... Because you should have told me the truth from the very beginning.”

You knew she was right… You knew it but… but–

“You don’t understand…” Her eyes squinted at you, a glare clearly hiding behind her pupils.

“What?”

“We didn’t start off like you and Nancy. Like Steve and Jonathan. Even like fucking Argyle and Eden. There were no feelings at all involved at the very beginning, and like I have told you, it was supposed to be one time.” Her eyes turned murderous as she stepped towards you, pointing up at Eddie’s house.

“It doesn’t fucking matter!”

“IT DOES!” Your voice was high, angry, sad, desperate, filled with fear. Robin just stood there staring at you, and you continued talking after you gulped. “It does because– Because we didn’t want anything to be awkward in the group because of the two of us. We– We didn’t want drama, problems, or for you guys to try to put us together like a couple when it wasn’t that idea.”

“But we wouldn’t–”

“You would have!” You finally accused and Robin took a step back, frowning your way. “You would have seen it as… as if we were supposed to be a couple when it wasn’t that… And it was going to be easier to call everything off and act as if nothing ever happened if you guys didn’t know about it.”

“But it wasn’t called off–” And you nodded at her words, feeling the tears slowly invade your eyes as you looked down.

“No. It didn’t… It started with us just… fooling around. And then…”

Suddenly Robin’s face softened, a look of surprise and realization invading her features as she looked up at Eddie’s house and then back at you.

“Holy shit… you like Eddie.” You felt your heart turn into itself at finally hearing those words out, not having them be disguised for someone else. You gave her a slow nod, looking down towards the floor. You played with your fingers as you felt the gravel underneath your feet, your toes moving nervously.

“It didn’t start off like you and Nancy… But I– I developed feelings… It wasn’t in my plans, and much less with Eddie but– I…” You tried to hold your tears back, knowing this was not the time to cry, but to make your point come across, and probably save your friendship. “I ended up liking him… and whenever I decided to confess… I was going to tell you the truth.”

“Why not before…? Why?” And you slowly looked up at her, and you blinked away tears as you shrugged a bit.

“You live with Steve, Robs…”

“That doesn’t–”

“Robin… don’t lie to me.” And Robin closed her mouth. Even if you were her best friend, Steve was her soul mate. You knew Robin would not have kept her mouth closed, even if she tried. It was just in Robin’s nature, and you loved her even with that little flaw. But you knew how to work around that one thing, so sometimes you kept things to yourself until they finally concluded or finished, knowing she would blurt it out to Steve unconsciously at one point or the other.

“I guess… Eddie did the same.” You nodded at that, though, you wondered if there was more to why Eddie never told Steve. Sure, Steve might have told Robin as well about you two… but by Steve’s angry face, you couldn’t help but think there might be more to it.

“I know I did wrong… Trust me, I know… But what was I supposed to do? Tell you guys and for you all to take sides if it fell apart? For you guys to go back to how the group was more than a year ago? Where you had to divide yourselves in the week to spend time with me as well as spend time with Eddie?” Robin only looked at you, her mouth closing as her jaw clenched in thought. Silence invaded the two of you and you rubbed your left arm thanks to a breeze brushing over you.

“You are a fucking idiot.”

“I know…”

“An absolute moron.”

“I know…”

It took a few moments of silence, and the air around you felt calm yet traitorous. You didn’t know what to expect from this, but you hoped that Robin understood you. That Robin could forgive you for lying like this to her. You heard her sigh, and then a step being taken towards you, making you look at her.

“You’ll do my projects for a month.” She declared and you let a small smile spread on your lips, shaking your head at her.

“I kind of do that already…” At your words, Robin smiled, finally moving forward to hug you, and you could finally let the breath you were holding in out. Your arms wrapped around her, finally letting yourself feel the compassion you needed, the understanding, and the relief that she knows the entire truth.

After a few seconds, Robin pulled away, but kept herself close to you, a smile spreading on her lips as she jumped a bit up and down in her place.

“So this means, you are exclusive with Eddie and– and you are going to confess soon–” Your eyes widened and immediately shook your head at her, making her stop in her tracks, her face falling.

“No– Not yet… I just… I need more courage, more signs…” Robin raised her eyebrow your way and looked at you as if you were the dumbest person in the entire planet.

“Seriously… You had told me everything he did, the fucking promise! I– Oh god… Oh fuck, I know about Eddie’s dick– Oh, fuck no–”

“Robin, focus.”

“Okay, sorry. The point is, Eddie clearly likes you! He– Oh my god, he had also stopped with the thirst traps but–” Her eyes lit up with glee as she grabbed your hands and whispered close to you. “Ohhhhh, I have intel on that!”

“What?”

“Well, Steve told me about Eddie going exclusive with someone…” Your eyes widened at that, and it had just occurred to you… Eddie had lied to Steve too. He lied about having met the friend of a client, and it hadn’t struck you that he might have still been lying about it… And Robin knew all of it…

“Go on, for fucks sake Robin!” You were now excited and insistent, excitement rushing all over your entire body. Robin nodded, whispering a bit more now.

“Eddie has been telling Steve about this girl that just drives him… wild. Steve told me that Eddie became exclusive and–” She frowned and straightened up, thinking about something as she scrunched up her nose. “Now, I might be the dumb one, because how the fuck did I not put two and two together? Eddie got exclusive, the same moment you did… Wow, Steve and I are idiots.”

“Well spotted.” You giggled and she rolled her eyes at you, another cheeky smile on her lips.

“Anyways, from what Steve said, Eddie seems… pretty hooked with this girl.” Your heart burst at the seams at that, the rapid beating almost not letting you breath as you felt a gleam of light engulf you with happiness and joy and everything that was good. If what Robin said was true, if Steve actually confessed that, it means Eddie might have said it like that.

“Shit… Robs… Should I–”

“I don’t think right now… But maybe, let’s see if he talks about it first…” She winked at you, and you nodded, now feeling more hopeful than ever. You had a chance, and you couldn’t hold yourself back from feeling happy. Your body shivered as another gush of wind blew against you. “You should go back inside… Did you just arrive at Eddie’s?”

“No, I spent the night.” You replied, holding back a smile as she held onto your arm, walking the two of you around the corner and back to the stairs.

“Oh? So are you going back home soon? I want more details than ever now–” You turned your head with a cheeky smile and Robin’s mouth fell open, scoffing. “Spending a second night? The whole weekend together? Oh yeah, no chances at all of something else, my ass.”

You giggled at that and hugged Robin tightly against you. You were so lucky to have someone like her in your life. You didn’t know what would have happened if Robin hadn't forgiven you before. You would have probably spiraled and gone crazy or something because you really cannot imagine your life now without Robin.

You two walked up the stairs and you bit your lip, hearing some mumbling dying down as you opened the door. Your smile fell when you saw Eddie looking away from the door with what looked like… a lost gaze. Thoughtful… and then Steve turned around with a small glare. Your heart got caught in your throat as you realized, this conversation hadn’t gone as well as yours did with Robin.

Steve looked at Eddie one last time before he walked your way, Robin looking at him with a worried look on her face as her confusion was etched into her eyebrows as much as yours were.

“Let’s go Robin.” Without giving you a glance, Steve walked out and you were standing there, wondering what you had done to receive such a cold shoulder. Was he angry at you too? You two were friends as well but Robin was your best friend, not him… so why?

“I–” Robin looked back and forth between you, Steve and Eddie who was still looking away from all of you. She gave you a worried look which you only could shrug at as you felt knots start forming in the pit of your stomach.

“Go…” Robin gulped and nodded, walking after Steve and giving you a last look before closing the door behind her, leaving Eddie and you by yourselves once again in his house… only, it wasn’t like before.

You felt cold. It didn’t feel as warm as it was a few minutes ago, nor the air around you felt relaxed, unbothered. It now felt tense, heavy and something that just made your heart beat with anxiety. You took a step inside, feeling your throat drying up because Eddie was still not looking your way and his face was not the same and you didn’t know why.

“Um… I am supposing Steve didn’t react… nicely?” You tried, and Eddie’s eyebrow flinched a bit, but gave you a small nod, not giving you another word as he walked towards the kitchen. Your body felt like shaking because you started to feel unwelcome thanks to his new body language. “Did something else–”

“He just talked to me about things I didn’t think about before.”

That was a punch to your gut, to your head, to your throat, to your heart. That phrase was enough to throw any confidence you had, big or small, down a garbage disposal. You stood there, feeling as if you were about to crumble onto the ground because of how pained you felt. This was it. Steve made him see that he didn’t want a relationship at all. Steve made him realize that this was turning into something more and Eddie clearly was backing up from it.

Or maybe Steve told him about how– how you talked about Jeff to Robin… oh no… You could feel nausea bubbling up inside of your stomach, and you just felt like crying. You wanted to go home and cry. You wanted to leave because Eddie has his back your way and he was not going back from what he just said.

The intention was obvious.

“I… I should… Should I go then?”

Please. He has to stop you. He has to say no. He has to not let you go… but Eddie remained silent. He didn’t say yes, but he didn’t say no, and silence for you means ‘yes’. You licked your lips, swallowing the big lump in your throat as you felt your eyes burning with incoming tears, but you weren’t going to lose more of your dignity. You weren’t going to crumble or beg for him, because– because it’s done.

“Alright… I will um– go get my things and just– get a cab or something…” You didn’t even want to wait for his reaction, but as you walked off, you gave a glance, only to see him in the same position, which only made your heart shatter even more, pain engulfing your chest as you walked up the stairs.

You had to keep calm. You have to keep a straight face and then when you finally arrive home, you can cry as much as you want. For now, keep the poker face on. Keep it to simply appear normal, appear nonchalant, appear as if your feelings were small and innocent and that they were going to go away soon enough. But what a lie.

You took deep breaths as you walked into his room, going towards your drawer to get your scrunchies out, already feeling like sobbing as you felt that you were ripping yourself from his world. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to leave this bubble, this little nest you built, this little relationship you grew to–

Fuck you were such an idiot. You were so stupid. Your hands covered your face as you tried to calm your nerves down, holding your breaths in now. It was done. He gave you the answer you wanted and you didn’t even have to confess to him. He was told that this was heading to a more serious situation than just friends with benefits, and he got scared. He didn’t want it. That was fine.

That was fine.

But it wasn’t. You licked your lips as you walked towards the chair and grabbed your shirt and pants, throwing them on the bed. You didn’t want to part from his tank top, but– But you had to take all of your belongings with you. You could return his later on, some other time, some other week. Fuck, you also had to come up with excuses to not see him. You had to now pretend you were not in the mood because of something else.

At least Robin now knew, and she could help you pivot around your friend group to not see Eddie… You wanted to cry. You really wanted to cry. You lost the guy you liked and also your best friend. You lost a best friend and all because of one horny night. The regret started building up in your chest but you cannot delve in it right now. You had to leave, because Eddie wanted you gone–

You gasped the moment you grabbed the hem of the tank top, ready to take it off, before two strong arms grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you around. Eddie’s eyes were gazing into yours, wild, his breathing heavy, and he just looked like he didn’t know what to say… until his eyes turned into a glare, a possessive gaze you saw every once in a while.

“You ain’t going anywhere, Peach.” You blinked a few times at his words, his arms coming to wrap around your waist and then hold the back of your neck. He embraced you close to him as he breathed puffs of air through his nose. You could see his nostrils flaring as you stood in his arms, completely confused, happy but– but you didn’t understand.

“But– But downstairs you said Steve made you realize–”

“Fuck Steve.” His lips came crashing down into yours, a surprised moan leaving you as he started dropping the both of you onto his bed, your arms wrapping around his shoulders for support. He laid the two of you down, your legs hanging from the edge as he kneeled over you, his lips leaving yours for a second. “I don’t care that he is mad.”

You were staring up at him, and you noticed there was still a certain conflict. Something had happened between him and Steve, and it had left Eddie a bit shaken up. He clearly does not want to speak to you about it… but Eddie does not want you to leave. He ran up the stairs to stop you from wiping yourself away from his apartment.

“Eddie–” His lips came towards your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. Your heart started pumping up blood again, making it rush up into your head, feeling a little lightheaded at it.

“Stay. You said you’ll stay…” He whispered and you wondered how he meant it. Did he mean tonight? Forever? With him? But even if those were all different questions, you had the same answer for all of them.

“Yeah…”

And then, another dynamic changed.

He didn’t go all in. He softly kissed you, caressed you, touched you, prepared you. He fingered you while kissing your skin, your lips, over and over again, swallowing your moans down and then, he hugged you while he entered you. He embraced you and it felt– It felt like making love. It felt as if Eddie was making sure that you knew he cared for you, and even if it was your own delusion, you believed it. You believed Eddie’s feelings were there.

He held you close afterwards, and you wanted to ask. You wanted to ask him what happened between him and Steve. You wanted to know what Steve had made him realize when you were talking to Robin. Whatever that was, Eddie didn’t care. Eddie didn’t even give it a second glance.

You couldn’t help but smile into his chest as you traced his tattoos with your fingernails. He huffed at it, and you knew he was lost in his mind. You knew he was there yet he wasn’t. You assumed that in time, he would open up with you just a bit more, but what you did know was that Eddie didn’t want you far away from him. So, you settled for returning him back to earth with you, letting him know you ain’t going anywhere.

“You know… The cookies must be cold by now–”

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” And he didn’t even bother getting dressed, running out of the bed like a complete gremlin, and rushing outside with his ass out. Your eyes were wide as you sat on the bed, and you smiled, your heart warm at the events of today, despite knowing that things would start getting complicated from here on out, more tense, but you at least know that they’re headed forward. To a future.

And you hoped that you shared that future with Eddie.

God, you’re really fucked… aren’t you?

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Heart to Heart - Zuko x Reader

Word Count: 2 870 Warnings: mentions of war and death Summary: Zuko and you share a quiet moment at the Western Air Temple A/N: Can be read as a oneshot; Part Five of the series Perfect (10 times Zuko thought you were perfect and the first time he told you)

“So, you decided breaking into a Fire Nation prison would be a good idea, huh?”

Zuko sat at the edge of the ruin of the Western Air Temple, looking out into the valley, his feet dangling in the air. At the sound of your voice, he looked up.

“Well, perhaps not a good idea, but we ended up with pretty good results, I’d think,” he answered, watching as you sat down next to him, your knees pulled up to the chest as if you were cold.

“True, I’ll give you that,” you admitted with a smile. “And I think it’s definitely gotten you some sympathy points from Katara.”

“You think,” Zuko asked hopefully. “I desperately need those. She hates me!”

“Give her time,” you said nonchalantly. “To her you embodied pretty much all that is evil, topped probably only by your sister and your father. She’ll come around.”

“How about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do I embody all that is evil to you, too?”

You turned to look at him, taking in his appearance for a good while, making him self-conscious under your intense eyes.

“For a while you did, I guess,” you answered eventually.

Okay, not the answer he had hoped for, but what had he expected? That you confessed you had always known he was good at heart? Hardly. He had tried to capture or kill the Avatar and his friends a few too many times for that.

“But Katara didn’t see you put yourself in danger to free Appa,” you continued. “It made me doubt the things I knew about you. The conversation you had with your uncle did, too.”

Zuko nodded, turning to watch the sky. A few clouds drifted past, thousands of stars lighting up the night.

"I made a lot of mistakes," Zuko admitted. “I can’t blame any of you for not trusting me, for not wanting to trust me.”

“Things are changing, you know,” you told him, reaching over and gently nudging his shoulder. His breath hitched at the soft contact. “You helped Aang to gain his confidence back about Fire Bending. He still has a long way to go, but it’s amazing that he agreed to try it again in the first place. And it’s kind of reassuring that you’re drawing your power not from anger anymore.”

The last sentence made Zuko smile a little.

“It feels different now, my Bending,” he explained. “Before it always felt violent, and… sort of hard, I guess. Like volcanic glass. Even when I trained it always felt like with each shot I fired, I was kicking or punching against a wall. Now it feels like it’s flowing, somehow. Like the heat and the fire is not some wild animal I have to force out, but a power that bends to my will.”

“That does sound like a big difference,” you agreed.

Zuko shrugged. “I’m still not as powerful as Azula though,” he mumbled. “I had hoped that with the new technique I might gain some ground on her, but it still feels like she’s miles ahead of me.”

“Right, you encountered her when you went ‘fishing’, right?” You drew quotation marks into the air, making Zuko roll his eyes in amusement.

“Yeah, she almost would have caught us, doubtlessly to put us in a snug little fishbowl where she could tease us the whole day.”

“This might sound like a stupid question, but,” you hesitated for a moment, “what would you do if you were more powerful than her, powerful enough to easily best her.”

Confused Zuko turned to you. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… would you try to kill her? Capture her? She’s your sister after all. Even with all the messed-up things she’s done, nobody here expects you to kill her.”

Zuko turned back to look out over the valley. You were right. All this time, for years, ever since childhood, ever since she had first beaten him in training, he had wished he would be good enough to overpower her. But then what?

“I don’t know,” he admitted, “I don’t know what I’d do.”

For a moment he just looked out into the canyon. In the starlight he could faintly make out the other buildings hanging from the ceiling into the abyss. What had it been like when the Air Nomads had still lived here? Every window of every tower must have been lit up, thousands of lights like a mirror of the sky above. Had Sky Bisons roamed between the houses? Drifted slowly through the night? What other animals had populated these temples? Had it truly been as peaceful as he imagined it now to have been? Zuko inhaled deeply.

“The thing about Azula is… I was always chained to her in a way.” He could see you furrowing your brows at him questioningly from the corner of his eyes. “There were no kids my age living in the palace, but Azula had two friends, Mai and Ty Lee. And I was always expected to play with the three of them. Often, I thought it was stupid, they made me feel stupid. I was older than them, and had other interests, but it almost seemed a game to them to find something I hated or would humiliate myself doing… Mai was the only one who would speak up for me sometimes. But only when it was about smaller things; she was too scared of Azula. I can’t blame her. Actually, I ended up dating her for a while.”

“You had a girlfriend,” you asked, but Zuko didn’t notice the hesitation in your voice.

“Yeah, we were together for a while after… after I betrayed my uncle. But I ended things, to join you. She saved our lives, on Boiling Rock. She stopped the guards from cutting the line to the gondola.”

“She sounds like a good person, and brave,” you said quietly. “You must miss her.”

Zuko stayed oblivious to the unasked question in your statement.

“I don’t know… not really. If I’m honest, I’m not even sure why I was together with her,” he shook his head. “It sounds cruel, but the only reason why I got together with her was because it felt like the right thing to do, after returning home. I knew she had always liked me, and somehow, I thought if I were dating someone, it would stabilize the life I was hoping to live. I like her, yes, but not the way you’re supposed to like the person you’re dating. I’m just sorry I was selfish enough to hurt her without a second thought.”

“You’re young, all of us are. I think it’s inevitable to make mistakes when it comes to things like love. Only the luckiest ones can claim to never have hurt someone,” you tried consoling him.

“The thing is, I knew it was going to hurt her. But I kept doing it anyway. Maybe I was hoping my feelings would catch up eventually, but they never did.”

They couldn’t, Zuko thought to himself. Not while the idea of you had taken root in his heart. The thing that made him feel almost the guiltiest, was that even though you were hardly anything like what he had imagined you to be, he still felt enchanted by you. Glancing at you from the corner of his eyes, he only felt his sentiment confirmed. You were sitting there, wrapped in a thin coat to protect you against the chill of the night air, hair dancing slightly in the wind, face glowing from the fresh air and eyes reflecting the stars above. You were beautiful like this, perfect and beautiful. He was sure to never have seen anyone who was as beautiful as you in that moment.

“As I said,” you interrupted his train of enamoured thoughts, “we all make mistakes.”

“Some more than others,” Zuko frowned.

“That’s not what I meant,” you quickly denied. “I didn’t mean-”

“I know, don’t worry,” Zuko sighed. “I’m just upset with myself. I think some things were inevitable along the way. I mean, everyone grows somehow. But breaking Mai’s heart really wasn’t necessary. I could have avoided that if I had been a little more confident in myself.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” you agreed, clearly not sure what else you were supposed to say.

“I’m just hoping, Mai somehow knew we wouldn’t last,” Zuko continued absentmindedly. “We fought, quite often actually. I know I can be difficult, but it also often felt like she didn’t even try to understand me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like… I know I can get jealous easily, so her anger at me for those instances was probably justified but… sometimes I just need time to think, you know? Not about something specific but… for example there was this war meeting and Azula was invited but I wasn’t. I was upset, because it made me feel like my father was rejecting me all over again, as if I weren’t good enough for him. I was upset and Mai… I know it wasn’t easy for her to see me like that, but it felt like she was trying to distract me so hard. Every time I had a problem or was concerned or worried about something, she tried to cheer me up and distract me, instead of allowing me to just give those feelings space.”

“I know what you mean. Sometimes you just want to give those feelings time, to process everything. Even if it’s difficult. But like you said, it probably was really hard for her to see you unhappy,” you offered your own thoughts, making Zuko nod.

“I guess you’re right. But we ended up getting into disagreements over things like that more and more often. Even if I would have stayed, I don’t think we would have been together for much longer.”

For a while silence settled over you, as you watched the night sky. Zuko wondered why the hell he had just shared all his relationship problems he had had with Mai with you. Maybe because he hoped you would understand him better if he did, would see him more as a human with emotions than the antagonist he had been for you over the past months.

“How about you,” he eventually asked, not sure if he even wanted to know the answer. “Do you have anyone special?”

You shrugged as if it wasn’t somewhat weird for him to ask that.

“Not really. I mean… being on the run from the world’s most powerful army makes it kind of hard to form any meaningful relationships outside of the group,” you answered. “And I don’t mind, really. I’m not like Sokka, who can just flirt with every girl he sees. I don’t think I’d feel comfortable with someone who I haven’t fallen in love with.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“No,” you shook your head, “you?”

Zuko turned to look at you again, taking in your form sitting beside him, knees still pulled up to your chest, chin resting on them, eyes fixed on a point far away.

“No, I mean… maybe once,” he answered. Was he in love with you? He certainly didn’t know you well enough to be in love with you, right? Maybe he was?

“If you don’t know, you probably weren’t,” you chuckled, turning your head to meet his eyes. “I think you’d know when you fall in love.”

“It’s difficult, okay,” Zuko defended, making you laugh quietly.

“Or maybe you’re just bad at figuring out your own feelings,” you offered with a teasing glint in your eyes.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Zuko grumbled and turned his head away embarrassedly. Another gentle shove against his shoulder made him look back at you.

“I’m teasing,” you told him, with a soft smile that made his heart melt. “I’m sorry if I-”

“No, I know, don’t worry,” Zuko took a deep breath. “I’m just not used to being teased without it being with some kind of ill intentions, I guess.”

“Well, Sokka’s gonna get you used to that real quick,” you laughed. By all the spirits, he loved your laugh. “He’s brilliant when it comes to making plans and coming up with ideas, but he’s also the biggest goofball I’ve ever met. He cares more than he tries to let on and is one of the most reliable people I can imagine when things go south.”

“We fought my sister together,” Zuko recalled. “It was weird, a few weeks ago we would have ripped each other apart, but when we went up against Azula together, he really had my back… he makes it very easy to trust him.”

“He does, doesn’t he,” you agreed. “He might not outright say it, but he really appreciated you going to look for his father with him. Thank you.”

“I’m just glad I was able to help. There have been enough families that got torn apart because of me. Knowing I could help reunite at least one is… it feels good.”

You grinned at his side. “It was a brave thing to do, to break into that prison just like that.”

“Brave? More stupid than anything, but thanks.”

“Bravery and stupidity are not as far apart as some would like to believe,” you chuckled, making him smile.

“My uncle would like you,” he confessed, watching your smile shift into a questioning expression. “He’d probably share his wise phrases with you all day long.”

“Your uncle sounds like a good man,” you said, and Zuko nodded.

“I think, I understand him better now than I did before. He lost his son in the war, and he was never the same again. I think, he developed a strong dislike for any kind of conflict and when my father exiled me, he decided to come with me… I don’t know why, maybe to save me from the fate Lu Ten met… I think Uncle Iroh was more a father to me than my own father ever was. It’s strange seeing Sokka and Katara with their father, seeing what normal parents are like with their children. It makes me mad at my father, that he wasn’t like that. Mad and… vulnerable, I guess.”

“I can’t imagine what that’s like,” you mumbled. “I don’t remember much of my father, but even my stepfather was always caring towards me. I’m sorry you didn’t get to experience that.”

“I guess, over time I’ve gotten used to it. Which didn’t stop me from begging for his approval, I’ll admit that. But now… I just hope I can see my uncle again and apologize to him for all I’ve done. After all these years that he accompanied me… I don’t know how I can make up for all the support he has given me, and how I betrayed him.”

“I’m sure when the time comes, you’ll know what to say and do. I think your uncle would be proud to know how you finally stood up for yourself.”

Zuko nodded thoughtfully. He just hoped your words would come true. He didn’t even know where Uncle Iroh was right now, whether he was even alive. If he ever got to see him again… how was he supposed to make up for all his uncle had done for him? How could he ever earn his uncle’s forgiveness after that terrible betrayal?

“Can I ask you something?”

Zuko perked up at your question but nodded.

“Earlier you said… you said your father exiled you,” you carefully asked. “I’d understand if you don’t want to talk about it but…”

“No, it’s fine,” Zuko shrugged. “What do you want to know?”

“Mostly just… what happened?”

“It was… foolish, both of me and my father. It started over-”

Before Zuko could even really begin telling you his story, Toph’s voice carried through the night.

“Katara made hot milk with honey for everyone!”

“Let’s talk another time,” Zuko offered, getting off the ground. His feet felt strange, standing on solid ground again after dangling in the air for so long.

“Another time,” you agreed, taking the hand Zuko had offered you and let him help you to your feet.

Your hand was small and cool in his, and he had to resist the urge to keep his fingers closed around yours, just to feel your skin against his for a short while longer. When he hesitantly let go of your hand, it felt like a wave of ice was spreading from his heart, and he immediately ached for any sort of contact with you again.

He really was an idiot, wasn’t he, he wondered as he followed you past some rubble back to the others, who were sitting around a campfire. Seeing all these people, who so willingly had adopted him into their group, another ache, the warm and gentle kind, spread through his body. After all this time, for the first time in his life, he felt like he truly belonged somewhere. He had earned his place in this group. And when you motioned for him to sit down next to you and offered him a cup with steaming hot, sweet milk, he couldn’t help but think that he didn’t want it any other way.

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