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Bound to Them

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 4: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝

𝐒𝐚𝐣𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔.𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒔.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍/𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔), 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 (18+)

A/N: this chapter ended up being long and it’s also my first time writing a full fic smut, so I'm a little nervous putting it out there. If you enjoy it, your comments and reblogs would mean the world to me—it really helps keep me going 🥺✨

—𝑬𝒎𝒓𝒚𝒔 🩷

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Jinu’s lips ghosted over yours like a promise, like a storm just barely restrained. The air between you was molten—your heart beating so loud you swore he could hear it. You gasped when you felt the soft give of the mattress beneath your back, the way he laid you down like you were made of glass. But his hands trembled. Not from hesitation—but from control. From the sheer force of his need battling the reverence he held for you.

His thumb brushed your cheek, then your bottom lip—slow, as if memorizing its shape. “Are you sure?” he whispered, voice cracked with restraint. “Tell me now, baby… because if I go any further, I won’t be able to stop.”

Your body answered before your mouth could. Your fingers curled in his shirt, tugging him closer as your breath fanned over his mouth. “I want this,” you whispered, voice unsteady but certain. “You. I want you, Jinu”

Something shifted in his eyes.

The golden glow flared behind his lashes—his pupils narrowing, a low growl vibrating in his throat before he swallowed it down. His demon stirred, licking at the edges of his control, but Jinu never let go of his gentleness. He leaned in again, his voice huskier this time, raw with longing.

“Where do you want me baby?” he murmured, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw. “Tell me where… how you want me.”

Your lips parted, but nothing came out. The ache pulsed low in your belly, sharp and consuming. Words failed you, your lashes fluttering as your thighs squeezed together in desperate anticipation. All you could do was look at him and that was enough.

Because Jinu knew.

He groaned softly, the sound low and reverent, and you didn’t know who moved first but suddenly, your mouths collided. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was heat and hunger. His hands slid down to your waist, yanking you flush against him like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between your bodies.

You whimpered into him, fingers threading up into his dark hair and pulling—harder, the harder he kissed you. And he loved it. He moaned into your mouth, and the sound made your knees weak, even from where you lay beneath him.

His hands swept down your spine and gripped your ass with a groan, lifting your hips into his like he needed to fuse you together. You felt him—all of him—hot and hard and barely held back, pressing into you through his sweatpants.

“God, baby,” he growled against your mouth. “You’re gonna drive me insane…”

He kissed down your neck, his lips open and worshipful, tongue brushing sensitive skin with every pass. His teeth scraped gently along your throat before he soothed the sting with a kiss. 

And when your breath hitched, when your hips rolled up against him instinctively, he hissed through his teeth, his forehead pressing to yours.

“Say it again,” he whispered raggedly. “Say you want me. I need to hear you.”

“I need you,” you whispered, raw and trembling. “Please, Jinu. I need you.”

He groaned against your mouth, full of desperation and reverence, like your words unraveled whatever fragile thread of control he had left.

“I’ll give you everything, baby,” he breathed, his voice shaking as he kissed you again but slower this time, deeper. “Everything.”

Jinu slid down on your body with devastating focus, his hands trailing worshipfully down your sides. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, your thighs trembling as they opened for him. And when his mouth reached the inside of your thigh, he stilled, pressing his face against your skin like he needed to ground himself. You felt him shudder.

“Fuck,” he whispered, voice cracked with restraint. His nose brushed the edge of your inner thigh, his breath warm and ragged. “You smell so good, baby.”

The first lick dragged from bottom to top, slow and purposeful, making your back arch off the bed. The second was firmer—hotter—his tongue curling right where you needed it most.

Your gasp turned into a whimper. “Oh my god… yes, Jinu.”

“Mmm,” he hummed against you, the sound low and rough, like it came from somewhere deep in his chest. “That’s it, baby. You taste so fucking good.”

You reached for him blindly, fingers diving into his soft hair, anchoring yourself to the only thing that felt real—him. A soft tug was all it took—your silent plea for more—and he answered with a growl that rumbled through your core.

You barely noticed the faint rip of fabric as your panties were torn clean away, the sound swallowed by your pulse and his breath. You felt the curve of his smirk pressed to your thigh before you saw it. And then there was only him. His mouth. His tongue. The desperate, almost reverent sounds he made into your skin like he was starving.

“Please,” you breathed, voice breaking. “Please don’t stop. Don’t stop…”

He didn’t. He groaned like your begging only made him hungrier and he slid his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer, holding you down like he needed to feel every tremble, every gasp.

“God, you’re dripping,” he muttered, tongue moving in maddening circles. “You want more, baby? Want me to make you fall apart?”

You nodded, helpless, your legs trembling beneath his touch. “Yes…. Please…. I’m close….”

You didn’t know your name anymore. Just his.

“That's it,” he murmured, voice muffled against you. “You’re doing so good for me… so fucking good.” You cried out, legs trembling around his shoulders, your body tightening until the world went white behind your eyes. His voice was the only thing that kept you tethered, whispering praises like a mantra. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Just like that. Let me feel it.”

When the high finally ebbed, you collapsed into the mattress, breathless and blinking through tears.

Jinu slowly rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared at you with dark, reverent eyes.

You could barely breathe. Your limbs were trembling, your chest rising and falling with uneven gasps. But Jinu didn’t give you a second to retreat.

His hands skimmed up your sides, slow and reverent, until they found the hem of your dress. He paused.

“Can I?” he asked, voice rough with need, but still gentle—like he needed your permission more than anything.

You nodded, whispering, “Yes…”

That single word broke something in him. He sat back on his knees and pulled the dress up and over your head, his knuckles brushing your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When your bra came into view, he let out a quiet, guttural groan that vibrated straight down your spine.

“God, look at you,” he murmured, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached up to trace the curve of your breast through the lace. “So perfect.”

His fingers trembled slightly as they reached for the delicate lace covering your chest. He traced the curves reverently, his thumbs sweeping slowly over your nipples through the fabric, coaxing a soft, involuntary arch from your body. You let out a shaky breath, and he smiled dark and soft at the same time.

Then his lips were on you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue circled your nipple. He sucked gently through the lace, drawing a soft moan from your lips that made him growl low in his chest.

“Jinu…” you gasped, hips shifting beneath him.

“I know, baby,” he whispered. “I know. I’ve got you.”

He reached behind you, unclasping your bra with practiced ease, and when it fell away, he stilled, drinking in the sight of you bare.The way his eyes roamed slowly across your body made you feel like you were being unraveled thread by thread, his silence louder than any words.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered.

Embarrassed under the heat of his stare, you instinctively moved your arms across your chest, trying to cover yourself. You couldn’t meet his eyes. But before you could retreat further, Jinu caught your wrists in his hands, firm but gentle.

​​“Don’t,” he murmured, voice soft but commanding. “Don’t hide from me.”

You swallowed, unable to meet his eyes.

He leaned in, brushing his nose along your jaw, his breath hot against your skin. “You don’t have to be shy, baby. You’re beautiful.” His lips hovered over your ear. “And you’re mine.”

Your breath hitched.

His hands slid up your sides again, reverent and slow, until they cradled the curves of your breasts. “Don’t hide what’s mine, baby.”

His thumbs brushed over your nipples, coaxing a soft, involuntary moan from you. You arched slightly, breath hitching.

He leaned in, his mouth claiming one nipple while his hand massaged the other, his fingers rolling the sensitive peak between them with just enough pressure to make your legs twitch. His tongue circled slowly, dragging heat through your body in waves, and then he sucked, slow and deep drawing a startled cry from your lips.

Your fingers dove into his hair, holding on, grounding yourself.

Jinu groaned in response, mouth still full of you. “So soft,” he murmured against your skin. “So fucking sweet.”

His hand squeezed your other breast more firmly, kneading in rhythm with the strokes of his tongue. Then he switched, kissing a slow path across your chest before taking your other nipple between his lips, tongue flicking, mouth warm and relentless.

You whimpered, hips shifting beneath him, the ache building again, more intense this time. Your head tipped back against the pillows as he left gentle nips along the curve of your breast, trailing kisses up your sternum, over your collarbone, before sucking just hard enough to leave a mark.

“Jinu—”

“I want them to see,” he rasped. “Want them to know you’re taken.”

He pressed another hickey on the curve of your breast, then another near your collarbone. You were breathless, writhing beneath him, your hands cradling his head as he kissed and sucked and licked every inch he could reach, like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of your skin.

“Please,” you whispered, voice breaking. “Please, I need….”

Your head lolled back against the pillow, mind floating, body arching into his mouth with a need that made you dizzy. He kept worshipping you with his lips, dragging his tongue in slow spirals, leaving tender hickeys over the softest parts of you like he was painting proof of his possession.

By the time he pulled back, your chest was flushed, glistening, covered in his mouth and his marks. You were breathless. His hands framed your waist, eyes dark and wild with reverence.

Then he stood. Slowly. His chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile. And even with the distance between you, your body still burned where his hands had been.

“Jinu…” you whispered, reaching for him without realizing it. Your voice was small, cracked. “Please…”

His head dropped back for a second, exhaling sharply like your voice had wrecked him. He looked down at you—messy, bare, still trembling—and something about you in that moment must’ve undone him completely.

“I know, pretty girl,” he murmured, his voice low and thick. “I know.”

Your eyes followed him instinctively, your body still buzzing from the heat of his mouth, your skin marked by his reverence.

And then—your gaze dropped.

The bulge in his sweatpants was impossible to ignore now. Your breath hitched as you watched him curl his fingers into the waistband. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you exhaled shaky and wanting.

He undressed slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. Every inch he revealed made your chest tighten, not just from desire but from how vulnerable, how intimate, this moment felt.

You reached for him, your fingers brushing along the firm lines of his abdomen, desperate to feel closer but before you could move any further, Jinu caught your wrist and gently pushed you back into the sheets.

“No, sweetheart,” he murmured, leaning over you, his voice like velvet and smoke. “You don’t need to come to me. I’m right here.”

You whimpered, breathless and aching beneath him. “Jinu… please…”

His eyes darkened, flicking over every inch of you as if memorizing the image of you spread out before him. “Please what baby?” he asked, voice thick.  “You want me to fill up your pretty little pussy?”

That low growl in his tone made your breath catch. Your back arched, your thighs spreading instinctively. “Yes,” you whispered, voice trembling with need. 

That broke whatever restraint he had left.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his hand sliding down your thigh, gripping it firmly as he nestled himself between your legs. His other hand braced beside your head, grounding you. “So eager… so wet. All for me.”

He guided his cock between your thighs, dragging the thick head slowly along your wet folds. Both of you gasped at the contact his breath catching, your back arching from the tease.

“Fuck…” he growled, barely holding on. You whimpered as the tip nudged against your entrance, slick and hot. “Jinu…”

He looked down, eyes hooded and feral, precum smearing against your skin as he slowly rocked his hips forward, letting the head slip just barely inside.

“Tell me,” he murmured, voice low and trembling with restraint. “Do you want me baby?” His eyes darkened. “Do you want all of us?”

“Yes,” you whispered. “I want all of you. I want you. Please…”

That was all he needed.

With a quiet curse, he pushed in, slow and deep. Your lips parted in a soft cry, the stretch making your thighs tremble. Jinu groaned low in his throat as he sank into you, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed.

“Shit… baby, you’re—” he breathed, voice strained. “So tight, so warm… every part of you, made for me.”

Your hands gripped his arms, your body curling around him as he bottomed out. A helpless moan escaped you as the pressure and fullness overwhelmed you.

Jinu stilled, breathing hard, letting you adjust to him. “You okay?” he whispered, brushing a kiss to your temple.

You nodded, eyes glossy. “Y-Yeah. Just… move. Please.”

His hips began to rock, slow at first, each stroke making you gasp as he dragged against your most sensitive spots. The rhythm built naturally, fluid and hypnotic, the friction sending waves of heat curling through your spine.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you, watching the way you unraveled beneath him, the way your breath caught, the way your body welcomed every thrust.

Jinu’s mouth found your throat, your shoulder, your lips, whispering praises in between. “You’re mine,” he breathed against your ear. “I’ll never let you go again.”

You moaned his name again, your nails digging into his back. “Harder,” you breathed. “Don’t stop please…”

The only sounds were your breathless moans, the soft creak of the bed, and the quiet slap of skin meeting skin. It felt like time was slowing, narrowing down to just the two of you.

A heat rolled off his skin—deeper, darker, more primal.

Your hands splayed across his back, and that’s when you saw it. His skin had begun to deepen in color, taking on a smooth violet hue, and glowing dark marks trailed up his sides, his shoulders, and now his cheekbones. His golden eyes gleamed with slitted pupils, feral but still full of love. His hands—no longer just hands—now tipped with sharp claws that sank into the bed beside your head, trembling with the effort to stay gentle.

But you weren’t afraid. You were in awe.

You reached up, brushing your fingertips along one glowing mark on his jaw. “I see you,” you breathed. “All of you. I love you.”

His whole body trembled at your touch.

“You have no idea what that does to me,” he growled, voice hoarse and reverent all at once.

He began to move, slow and deliberate at first, grinding deep enough to make your breath hitch. His strokes weren’t fast—they were consuming. His hips rolled into yours with a rhythm that bordered on desperate reverence, like he wanted to carve himself into your soul with every thrust. And he was—your body responded to him like a match to flame, your head tilting back, soft moans slipping from your lips as your fingers tightened around his arms.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, burying his face in your neck. “So fucking good… I can’t get enough of you.”

You whimpered beneath him, your legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him impossibly closer. Your body was already trembling, overwhelmed by the mix of physical pleasure and emotional weight—the bond between you and Jinu now glowing, alive, wrapping around both your hearts like chains made of light.

Then he said it.

“I love you,” he gasped against your skin, his thrusts faltering for just a moment. “I love you so fucking much.”

Your heart shattered and swelled all at once.

“We love you so much,” he added, voice thick and trembling as the connection flared brighter, the bond no longer just between the two of you. “You’re ours, baby. Forever.”

“Damn it,” Jinu growled, his voice breaking into something low and feral as the last thread of restraint snapped.

His body surged into yours, harder now, deeper, the rhythm relentless. Every thrust hit with purpose, striking that devastating spot inside you that made your spine bow off the mattress, made stars dance behind your eyes.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, sharp and unfiltered, but all you could hear was him—his ragged breaths, his trembling groans, the soft curses spilling from his lips as he lost himself in the feel of you.

“You’re perfect,” he panted, the muscles in his arms flexing as he braced himself above you. One hand pressed flat against your lower belly, possessive and firm, making you feel every inch of him buried inside. “Look at you… taking me so well. So tight around me, baby. Like your body was made for this. Made for me.”

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Your mouth fell open, but only breathless gasps slipped out, your body trembling from the force of the pleasure winding tight inside you. You were spiraling, dizzy, drunk on him.

He dipped lower, his lips brushing your cheek before grazing your ear. “You love it, don’t you?” he whispered, voice wicked and reverent all at once. “You love how I fill you… how I own you.”

You whimpered in response, your fingers digging into his back, nails scraping over glowing marks. That was all he needed. Jinu’s grin turned dark—proud, hungry—and his hand slid lower, fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs.

He rubbed slow at first, taunting, circling, then picked up pace, matching the rhythm of his hips. You cried out, your entire body jolting beneath him as the pleasure turned blinding. It was unbearable and addictive, like he was drawing something sacred from you.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his jaw clenched, hips snapping harder. His movements were no longer careful. They were claiming, desperate, overwhelming. “You’re so close. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”

Your body clenched around him without warning, the release crashing over you like a wave of pure light. Your back arched, your lips parted in a silent cry as every nerve in your body lit up, shattered, then melted into molten bliss.

A guttural moan ripped from his throat as he thrust deep one last time, your body dragging him over the edge with you. His forehead dropped to yours, his breath hot and shaky, arms locked tight around you as he let go inside you, completely, fully, yours.

Your body was still trembling, limbs loose and heavy, a delicious warmth spreading through every muscle like a lullaby. Your eyelids fluttered as you tried to stay present, but your body was already sinking, soft and spent against the mattress.

Jinu didn’t move right away. He hovered over you, his breath still uneven, chest rising and falling against yours. One of his hands slid up to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing beneath your eye where a tear had dried. His voice, when he finally spoke, was low and reverent.

“Don’t sleep yet, baby,” Jinu murmured, his voice rough but soft. You felt his knuckles brush your cheek as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your temple. “Let me take care of you.”

You blinked your eyes open slowly, just enough to see the faint glow still flickering in his golden eyes. His skin had faded back from violet to its usual warmth, but the memory of his marks glowing against your skin still lingered in your mind.

He slid away from the bed briefly, and you whimpered faintly at the loss of him. But he was quick. You watched through heavy lids as he returned with a warm cloth and a glass of water, already rolling his sleeves up. The contrast between how fiercely he’d taken you and how tenderly he now touched you was dizzying. He parted your legs gently, murmuring soft praises as he began to clean you up with slow, careful strokes.

“You were perfect,” he whispered, gaze locked on yours as if daring you to look away. “You did so good for me. My girl. My good girl.”

Each word made your chest flutter.

You winced slightly from the sensitivity, and Jinu immediately pressed a kiss to your inner thigh—then another, closer to your hip. “Shh… I’ve got you. You’re okay,” he murmured, his thumb gently tracing over your skin.

You reached for his hand, weakly lacing your fingers through his. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle, one by one, lingering on the curve of your wrist where your pulse fluttered.

“Arms up, baby,” he coaxed, holding the oversized long-sleeve open. You obeyed with a sleepy hum, and he carefully slipped the fabric over your head, pulling it down your arms like you were fragile silk. It hung loose and soft on your frame, draping you in his scent.

“There,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “You look beautiful in my shirt.”

You mumbled his name, nearly lost in the haze.

He chuckled softly and pulled you into his arms. “I know, baby. I know you’re tired.”

As he settled you into his chest, you burrowed instinctively closer. His heartbeat was steady beneath your cheek, a rhythm that soothed you more than words ever could. His fingers stroked through your hair slowly, again and again, lulling you into the edge of sleep.

“You did so good for me,” he said quietly, reverently. “My pretty girl… letting me in like that. Letting me have you.”

You had fallen asleep with your cheek pressed to his chest, lips slightly parted, breath soft and even—like all the tension had finally drained from your body. The aftermath of your bond’s deepening still hummed faintly in the air, like static after lightning. The room felt sacred. Still. Warm.

Jinu didn’t sleep right away.

Instead, he lay there, unmoving, barely breathing, as if he might disturb the way you were wrapped around him. One of his hands rested protectively on your hip, the other slowly, almost reverently, lifted to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered there, tracing the curve of your cheek with a feather-light touch.

His golden eyes—no longer glowing but still bright with emotion—searched your sleeping face like it was the only thing that mattered. And to him, it was.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice barely more than breath. “My girl. My everything.”

He leaned in and pressed the softest kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips—just a whisper of touch. You stirred faintly in your sleep, nuzzling closer to him, and he let out a shaky breath, the kind only a man on the edge of obsession lets slip.

He trailed his fingers down the slope of your jaw, then over your collarbone, not to wake you, but to memorize every inch of your skin. His gaze darkened slightly, possessive, reverent.

“I don’t think you’ll ever understand what you’ve done to me. How deep I’ve fallen for you.” He chuckled softly, but there was no humor in it—just a weightless kind of awe. “It’s not just me anymore. We all feel it. We’ve tried to stay away. Tried to be patient. But now…”

Your hand twitched faintly in your sleep, fingers curling into his shirt. Jinu brought that hand to his lips, brushing a kiss across your knuckles, then holding it against his heart.

“Now you’re here. And you’re ours.”

He held you tighter, his nose nuzzling into your hairline, breathing you in.

“I’ll protect you,” he whispered. “I’ll love you until my last breath. Even after.”

His thumb grazed over your knuckles one last time, and only then did his own eyes begin to flutter shut. But even as sleep pulled him under, his hold on you didn’t loosen. Not even a little.

He slept with his forehead against yours, arms wrapped around your waist, a soft, satisfied hum leaving his lips as he sank into slumber with you.

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Warmth surrounded you before your mind had even fully woken. A slow breath puffed against the back of your neck, and strong arms were wrapped securely around your waist, a soft hum of contentment rising from the chest pressed against your back.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to see Jinu’s face. Relaxed, peaceful, utterly unguarded in sleep. His lips were parted ever so slightly, lashes dark against his cheeks, and even now, he looked like something carved from a dream.

You turned gently in his hold, you reached up and brushed a knuckle against his temple, your heart thudding a little harder when he leaned into your touch.

You didn’t want to move. But the soft pangs of thirst and the lingering ache in your limbs told you you needed to.

Carefully, you eased yourself from his grip, one breath at a time.

Jinu stirred slightly, a low sound escaping his throat as he rolled onto his stomach,one arm tucked beneath the pillow, the other stretched toward where you’d been. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, the sculpt of his back bare and on full display.

Long, red scratches trailed down his back.

Your scratches.

The sight made your stomach clench and your cheeks burn. Your fingers twitched with the memory of digging into him, of holding onto him like your life depended on it. The shirt he’d given you last night hung off one shoulder now, loose and far too big, but doing little to hide the evidence.

You padded quietly into the kitchen, fingers rubbing the sleep from your eyes, expecting silence—maybe the soft hum of the fridge or the distant tick of a clock.

But instead… four pairs of eyes turned to you all at once.

Abby, standing near the window with a mug in hand. Mystery leaning back against the island, arms crossed, his dark gaze heavy. Baby perched lazily on the counter, a spoon still hanging between his fingers. And Romance, seated at the table like he’d been waiting for you.

The room fell silent.

You blinked, heart stuttering. “Oh,” you said softly. “You’re all here.”

No one answered right away. Their gazes had dropped slowly and hungrily trailing down the oversized black long-sleeve that hung off one of your shoulders. Jinu’s shirt. The hem barely brushed the tops of your thighs, and the hickeys blooming along your collarbone were impossible to ignore.

One of the sleeves had slipped down just far enough to make Mystery’s throat bob as he looked away, his fingers flexing against the countertop. Abby’s jaw tensed, knuckles white around his mug.

“Hyung’s shirt?” Baby asked with a low whistle, eyes glinting with something dark and teasing. “Damn, sweetheart… You’re gonna kill us before breakfast.”

Romance’s voice broke the tension. “Come here,” he said, soft but firm, lifting his hand in a quiet beckon.

You blinked again, still too sleepy to read the shift in their energy. Your feet moved before your thoughts did. Romance sat down and tugged you gently onto his lap, his large hands settling around your waist like it was instinct. Warmth bloomed at your cheeks, but you didn’t resist. His chest was solid against your back, and he smelled like cedarwood and something faintly sweet.

“You sleep okay?” he murmured, dipping his head to nuzzle his nose into your hair.

You nodded. “Mhm.”

“Of course she did,” Baby muttered with a smirk, sipping his drink. “Hyung made sure of it.”

Abby shot him a warning glance, but Baby just shrugged and chuckled, clearly pleased with himself.

His hands settled on your thighs, thumbs slowly stroking soft circles against your skin through the oversized fabric of Jinu’s shirt. The hem had already risen dangerously high when you climbed into his lap, and every lazy brush of his fingers made it ride higher. You didn’t realize how much of your skin was showing… but the boys definitely did.

Abby was standing by the counter, pretending to stir something in a mug, his jaw tense. Baby had frozen mid-bite, spoon hovering in the air as his eyes flicked away with effort, and Mystery was gripping the edge of the table, his expression unreadable—but his knuckles were white.

Romance didn’t stop. His mouth found that one spot on your neck—just over the bruise Jinu had left hours ago. He let his lips linger there before nipping lightly, a teasing graze of his teeth.

You squirmed, startled more by the heavy silence in the room than the kiss itself. But Romance’s grip tightened, steadying you with fingers that said don’t move unless I let you.

He chuckled softly, voice lowering until it was a purr against your throat. “Don’t squirm, baby,” he warned, possessive and smooth. “You’re driving them insane.”

You blinked at him, flustered. “I didn’t mean—”

“I know.” he whispered, kissing that spot again, slower this time.. “You never mean to. That’s the problem.”

Your breath hitched.

The others were quiet—too quiet. You dared a glance and saw Baby’s head drop, the tips of his ears red. “Hyung, you’re gonna break all of us at this rate,” he muttered, trying to sound light, but the strain in his voice was impossible to miss.

Romance only smirked. “She walked in like this,” he murmured, brushing a thumb over your hip. “Not my fault she’s making us lose our minds.”

You blinked, flustered, suddenly aware of the heat of all their eyes on you.

But then, Romance shifted gears. He reached over with his free hand and picked up a spoonful of soft egg from the table. “Open up, baby,” he said gently, holding it out to you like it was the most innocent thing in the world.

And somehow, with his hand wrapped around your thigh and his breath against your neck, it felt anything but.

Still, you obeyed. You opened your mouth, and he fed you gently, watching you chew with far too much satisfaction in his eyes. “Good girl,” he whispered, almost too quietly for the others to hear.

Abby appeared beside you a beat later, setting down a glass of water with more force than necessary. “You need to hydrate,” he muttered, eyes flicking to your bare thighs before quickly turning away.

You blinked. “Oh. Thank you, Abby,” you said softly.

Romance only chuckled under his breath and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, letting the fabric slip a little farther.

Mystery followed next, he placed a dish of fruit in front of you with practiced calm. “Eat slowly,” he said, eyes lingering just a second too long on your flushed face. “You need to regain your strength.”

Romance’s fingers brushed the corner of your lips with a napkin, slow and indulgent, like he was savoring the excuse to touch you. “One more bite, baby,” he coaxed, holding the spoon out. You leaned forward, obedient without thinking, but the warmth of his lap and the way his arm tightened around your waist made it impossible to ignore the closeness.

And then there was Baby... well, Baby was grinning. Which was always a warning. He slid into the seat beside you, leaned in, and bumped your knee with his own. His grin was playful, but his eyes burned.

“So…” Baby finally said, cocking his head to the side, that mischievous glint in his eyes as he rested his cheek against his hand. “Hyung treat you right?”

You froze just as Romance brought a piece to your lips. You choked, coughing as the bite went down the wrong way, a strangled gasp leaving your throat.

“Baby!” Romance barked, shooting him a glare as he immediately shifted, hand soothing down your back. “Breathe, sweetheart. I've got you.” His voice was gentle, even as he glared at Baby over your shoulder. “Seriously?”

Abby let out a sharp sigh and threw a dish towel at Baby’s head. “Do you ever think before you talk?”

“Ow—hey, what?!” Baby ducked, laughing. “I didn’t mean anything bad. Just—look at her.” He gestured at you dramatically. “She’s glowing. Look at those legs. Look at that neck. She's wearing Hyung’s shirt and nothing else.”

Mystery pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering, “You’re the reason we have to hide bodies.”

You were coughing less now, though your face still felt like it was on fire. “You guys are so embarrassing,” you mumbled, covering your face with your hands.

Romance chuckled, low and amused. His arms wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you snug against his chest. “Ignore him. He’s just jealous,” he murmured in your ear, his voice like velvet. “He’ll get his turn.”

That only made your breath hitch, and Baby nearly groaned again, running a hand through his hair.

“You can’t just say things like that, hyung,” he mumbled, trying to play it cool, but the way his eyes lingered on the curve of your exposed shoulder said otherwise.

“You’re not helping,” you whispered back, completely mortified.

You swatted at his chest weakly, but he caught your wrist and kissed your knuckles instead, his eyes dark with something tender—something possessive.

You sank further into Romance’s lap, hiding your face behind your hand. “Can I please have a normal breakfast?” you whispered, still coughing, cheeks burning.

That made Baby chuckle, but before he could speak again, Mystery tossed him a warning look over his shoulder.

“Tease her again and I’m personally locking you out of this penthouse,” he said coolly.

“Ouch,” Baby mocked, holding his chest. “So much for brotherhood.”

“Try breathing through your other nostril next time,” Abby muttered.

The moment your laugh slipped out, soft and unguarded, every head turned.

Romance leaned in, brushing his nose along your temple, and whispered, “There it is….”

Abby’s expression softened, the storm in his eyes dimming. Mystery’s tense posture eased as he sat down beside you, folding his arms on the table. Even Baby looked caught off guard for a moment, lips parting before he settled into a quiet grin.

“Don’t laugh like that unless you want all of us to fall harder,” Baby mumbled, eyes lowering.

“I think she already has,” Mystery murmured under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch. His words hung in the air like gravity.

You paused, looking around at them—all of them. These five men, demons or not, who surrounded you with such intensity. Who looked at you like you were made of stars. Who didn’t even try to hide how deeply they were falling.

A slow smile tugged at your lips again, this time softer… more vulnerable.

You didn’t know exactly what this meant. Not yet. But as their eyes drank you in like you were the only thing keeping them grounded—

You knew one thing for certain.

Whatever this was… It was starting to feel dangerously close to home.

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Jinu’s brows furrowed the second his hand met cold sheets. The warmth that had clung to the space beside him was gone. He sat up abruptly, golden eyes flicking around the room. The curtains were drawn just enough to let in morning light, dust dancing in beams across the floor. But you were nowhere in sight.

He reached out instinctively, as if the bond would answer him more clearly than his eyes could. And though he could still feel you—distant, calm—it wasn’t the same. The absence of your weight, your scent, the softness of your breath beside him made something primal twist in his gut.

“Sweetheart?” he called, voice rough with sleep and something heavier beneath it.

He was about to get up when the door creaked open and Baby peeked his head in, followed by Abby and Romance, walking in like they owned the place.

“Someone’s awake,” Baby sing-songed, eyes sweeping across the room with a lazy grin. “Damn, hyung. This place looks like a crime scene.” 

Romance gave a low whistle as he surveyed the sheets hanging half-off the bed, the dents in the mattress, and claw marks etched faintly into the headboard. “ Looks like someone had a very good night.”

Abby didn’t say a word at first. He knelt quietly, reaching down to pick something off the floor. He held it up between two fingers—your torn underwear. The delicate fabric was barely intact.

“Oh,” Baby laughed. “Oh. That’s hers?”

Jinu groaned, dragging a hand through his tousled hair, too dazed and still half-hard to be embarrassed. “She didn’t seem to mind losing it,” he muttered, his voice rough with sleep and leftover arousal.

Baby doubled over laughing. “Hyung, seriously?! It’s literally torn in half.”

Jinu finally stood, wearing only sweatpants that hung low on his hips, his torso bare, muscles shifting as he stretched his neck. “Where is she?” His voice had lost its sleepiness, laced now with concern. “I couldn’t feel her right away.”

“She’s with Mystery,” Abby replied. “He’s giving her a bath.”

“No need to panic,” Romance added, tilting his head. “He’s taking good care of her. You wore her out.”

Jinu’s eyes darkened at the thought, and then he groaned quietly. “Tch. Guess I didn’t do enough if she can still move.”

The room fell silent.

Baby’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious right now?”

“Jinu,” Abby muttered, deadpan. “She was barely walking. Mystery had to carry her halfway to the bathroom.”

Romance blinked in disbelief. “You left her covered in hickeys and bruises and you’re saying that wasn’t enough? Have you even looked at yourself?”

Abby walked behind him and smirked. “Speaking of—” He dragged two fingers gently down Jinu’s spine. Jinu flinched slightly as Abby traced the fresh red scratches running across his back. “She really clawed you up.”

Jinu didn’t even try to hide the satisfied growl in his throat. He reached over his shoulder, dragging a finger lazily down the angry red scratches that lined his back.

“She wanted to mark me,” he said simply. “So I let her.”

“Of course that pleases you,” Baby muttered.

Romance groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You're unbelievable.”

“Obsessed,” Abby muttered, but there was a twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Completely wrecked.”

Jinu didn’t even deny it. “She’s ours. What do you expect?”

Baby folded his arms, lips twitching. “I mean, yeah. But at this point, you’re setting the bar real high. If she’s already struggling to stand…”

“Then maybe next time, she won’t leave my bed so soon,” Jinu said, eyes gleaming, voice dropping into that low, possessive tone that made all three of them pause.

Romance let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “She’s never going to get a break between the five of us.”

“That’s the point,” Jinu said, leaning back again, casual but wrecked, his voice all smoke and satisfaction. “She doesn’t need to.”

The tension in the air hadn’t faded.

Romance leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. His gaze flicked toward the door as if he could hear the water still running down the hall. “So… what now?”

Jinu didn’t move. “What do you mean?”

Abby sat on the arm of a nearby chair, his voice low but clear. “The mission. The souls. The reason we’re even here.”

Baby let out a scoff. “You really think any of us are gonna keep stealing human souls now?”

Silence settled over the room again. Heavy, this time.

Romance finally spoke, slower now. “We were sent here to feed. Corrupt. Harvest.” He exhaled through his nose. “But after her? After this? I can’t even look at another human without thinking about how it would break her if she knew.”

Jinu’s jaw ticked, and he finally sat upright. “We’re not doing it.”

All eyes turned to him.

“I’ll talk to Rumi,” he said. “We find another way. No more feeding on the humans. No more manipulation. If we want to stay near her…” His gaze darkened, fangs flashing slightly behind his lips, “...then no one touches another soul.”

Baby blinked. “You really think the hunter's gonna listen to you?”

Jinu’s golden eyes gleamed. “She will. Because if she doesn’t, I’ll make her.”

Abby didn’t argue. He just nodded once, quiet approval in his eyes.

Romance sighed, running a hand through his hair. “This bond… it’s changed everything. I can’t explain it. It’s like she’s in my blood now. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t need anything else.”

Baby sat up slowly, his gaze flicking toward the hallway. “Speaking of what’s ours…”

Romance sighed. “Don’t say it.”

Baby dropped onto the floor dramatically, lying back with a groan. “You’re all so serious, damn. Can we go back to the part where she’s naked in a bathtub right now?”

That broke the mood instantly.

Romance rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

Abby raised a brow. “You’re the one who said she could barely walk. What do you think’s happening in there?”

Jinu growled under his breath, sharp and low. “If Mystery puts his hands where I think he is…”

“He’s washing her, hyung,” Baby said, throwing an arm over his face with a groan. “I’m suffering, okay? Let me cope.”

Romance chuckled. “You’re suffering?”

“She’s soft, wet, and glowing,” Baby muttered. “And we’re just sitting here like idiots.”

Abby stood. “Then maybe go check if the bath’s done.”

Baby sat up instantly. “You think?”

“Or,” Jinu said dryly, “we could give her the privacy she deserves.”

There was a pause.

Then Baby grinned. “You mean the same privacy you destroyed last night?”

Jinu didn’t answer. He just smirked.

Romance shook his head. “We’re all doomed.”

“We’ve always been doomed,” Abby said quietly. “Now we just have something worth burning for.”

Jinu clenched his fists.

“I should’ve made sure she couldn’t walk for at least a week.”

Baby groaned, throwing his head back. “Hyung. We’re already losing our minds. Please stop talking like that unless you want us all to combust.”

Abby tilted his head. “You’re the one who brought it up.”

Romance exhaled, his eyes glowing faintly gold. “We’ve already changed. It’s not about feeding anymore. It’s about keeping her full. Happy. Safe. That’s our new mission.”

Baby muttered, “I’ll keep her full, alright—”

“Baby.” Three voices snapped at once.

He threw up his hands with a grin. “I’m joking… mostly.”

Then he stood, stretching slowly. “So… are we just gonna wait, or are we checking on her?”

The bond flared then, subtle but unmistakable.

A soft flutter of emotion—contentment, then a flicker of want.

She was thinking about them.

Romance inhaled sharply. “She’s missing us.”

Baby shot to his feet. “Now can we go in?”

“No,” Abby and Jinu said in unison.

“Why not?”

“Because she deserves peace after last night,” Jinu said. “Let Mystery take care of her.”

Romance stood. “If we go there now, we’ll overwhelm her.”

Baby snorted. “That’s the goal.”

Jinu looked toward the hall. “Five more minutes.”

“Or?” Abby asked.

“Or I make sure none of you get to touch her for the rest of the day.”

“Oh, hell no—” Baby sputtered, already half out of his seat.

Romance let out a low, amused laugh. “You’re lucky she’s your mate too,” he murmured. “If she weren’t, I’d be fighting you for real after a threat like that.”

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The warm scent of jasmine floated lazily in the air, clinging to the soft steam rising from the bath. You were sunk into the tub, your body hidden beneath a thick layer of delicate bubbles, your skin tingling from the heat—and from him.

Mystery sat on a low stool beside the bath, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his focus utterly devoted to you. He’d been so careful, so tender—his touch ghosting along your skin like you were something sacred. With one hand, he dipped the sponge again into the water, then gently drew it along your arm in slow, soothing strokes.

“You really don’t have to,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers followed behind, rinsing the lather with a gentle pour of warm water. “I can take care of myself.”

His voice was quiet, calm, but there was something unyielding underneath. “I want to.”

Your breath hitched. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

Mystery’s lips quirked, but he didn’t press. Instead, he reached around you and began to gently scrub your back, his touch firm yet careful, like he was afraid to break you. His knuckles brushed the nape of your neck, then down to your shoulder blades, and you swore the sensation lit sparks down your spine.

The heat wasn't just from the bath anymore. It came from the way his fingers lingered on your skin. The way his voice dropped when he said your name. The way your bond tugged—insistent, magnetic, and dizzying.

You shifted slightly in the water, bubbles rising with the movement. Your breath felt short, fluttering. And when your eyes met his again, you knew he felt it too.

That pull.

The ache.

“Are you feeling needy, sweetheart?” he asked, voice pure velvet now. Teasing. Dangerous in its gentleness.

You glared—only it wasn’t very threatening, not with your cheeks flushed and your eyes wide. “No.”

He chuckled low in his throat. “That pout says otherwise.”

“I’m not pouting.”

He tilted his head, letting his hand dip just slightly into the water, fingers brushing the surface near your wrist. “Mm, you are. And you’re adorable when you are. Makes me want to keep you like this.”

“Like what?” you asked breathlessly, heart stammering as his fingers ghosted up your arm.

“Naked,” he said simply. “Soft. Wrapped in steam. Needy only for me.”

You couldn’t stop the little noise that slipped out—a mix between a gasp and a whimper—and that’s when you knew he wasn’t going to let you off easy.

He leaned closer, eyes locked on yours. “You want a kiss, don’t you?”

The bubbles shifted with your breath. You stared at him, tongue darting out to wet your lips.

He smirked. “Say it.”

You shook your head, a soft pout forming.

“Poutier than ever,” he murmured, then leaned in and captured your mouth before you could protest again.

The kiss was soft at first. So soft it stole your breath. His lips tasted like warmth and slow-burning fire. But when your hand slid wetly up to the edge of the tub, gripping his arm, that was when the kiss deepened.

He tilted his head, claiming your mouth with a gentle dominance that made your toes curl under the water. His hand slid behind your neck, thumb stroking the hinge of your jaw while his other braced the tub’s edge beside you. Every part of him felt like he was holding back—like he wanted more, but wouldn’t take it unless you asked.

You moaned into his mouth, and he drank the sound in like he needed it to survive.

The kiss deepened until you were breathless, your fingers curling into his shirt, tugging him closer—closer—

A soft knock sounded at the door. Then, it cracked open.

“Hey… are you—” Baby’s voice cut off.

You startled slightly, but Mystery didn’t even flinch. He lifted his head slowly, brushing one last kiss to your cheek before turning toward the door.

“She's fine,” he said coolly.

“Baby?” Jinu’s deep voice cut through the steam like velvet, followed closely by Baby’s dramatic sigh.

“Oh, now this isn’t fair,” Baby groaned from the doorway. “She’s all soft and glowing and half-naked, and we’re stuck out there pretending to care about ethics.”

Romance stepped in behind them, towel over his shoulder, eyes dark with heat—but calm. Abby followed silently, his gaze moving straight to your face like he was checking your every breath.

You instinctively shifted in the water, though the bubbles still covered you. “I’m okay,” you said softly, voice small in the mist.

Mystery didn’t move. He just continued brushing his hand across your collarbone, protective and unbothered by the others. His voice remained even. 

Jinu came to kneel beside the tub, opposite Mystery. His eyes roamed your face, then down to your glistening shoulders and the curve of your neck. “Are you sore?” he asked gently, fingers reaching to cup your cheek.

“A little,” you admitted, leaning into his touch.

Abby rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. “We just wanted to check on you. You’ve been in here a while.”

“She was getting attention,” Mystery said, casually.

Your face went crimson. “Mystery…”

“What?” he said innocently. “I didn’t lie.”

Romance stepped closer and crouched beside the tub, brushing a damp strand of hair from your temple. “Do you want more time?” he asked, gently.

You shook your head. “I should get out soon…” you sat up a little straighter, the water sloshing gently against the sides of the tub. “

That was a mistake.

All five of them suddenly stilled.

Their eyes locked on you. On your collarbone peeking above the bubbles. The droplets sliding down your throat. The curve of your thighs just barely visible beneath the foam.

You froze, then groaned softly. “Can you all please look away?”

They blinked in unison.

“Oh,” Baby said. “You meant now-now?”

“Yes, now-now,” you huffed, sinking deeper into the water. “Turn around.”

Jinu blinked like he’d been pulled from a trance. “Right. Sorry.”

Romance smirked but turned his back smoothly, hands folded behind him.

Abby cleared his throat and closed his eyes, though he stayed close.

Baby sighed. “This feels illegal. I’m looking at the ceiling.”

Only Mystery stayed where he was, not moving an inch but his gaze dropped, not in defiance, but with devotion. “I’ll help you with the towel.”

You gave him a look, cheeks warm.

“I won’t peek,” he said gently. “I’ll just hold it up.”

And he did—lifting the soft towel and averting his eyes as you stood from the bath, water trailing down your skin in slow rivulets, the air suddenly thick with heat again.

You stepped into the towel, and his arms wrapped it around you like silk, careful and reverent.

The others turned back once you were secure, but they didn’t speak. They just watched you.

The towel clung to your damp skin, short enough to show the curve of your thighs and just loose enough to dip off one shoulder. You padded barefoot through the hall, water still glistening on your collarbones. You didn’t mean to tease.

But the bond between you and them had other plans.

Every sway of your hips made the tension behind you thicken. You felt it—them—watching, their stares like a heat pressing between your shoulder blades.

A synchronized groan echoed behind you.

“Hyung, I swear she’s doing that on purpose,” Baby muttered, voice strained.

“She knows exactly what she’s doing,” Abby added, jaw tight, eyes locked on your retreating form like he wanted to drag you right back in.

“Of course she is,” Romance said smoothly, leaning against the wall with arms crossed. “And I’m not even mad.”

Jinu’s golden eyes followed you like a magnet, burning from where he stand. “I told you I didn’t do enough last night,” he murmured to no one in particular. “She’s still walking.”

“Still walking and swinging those hips,” Mystery added, voice low, unreadable—but the twitch in his jaw and the faint glow under his skin betrayed everything.

You stopped, letting the silence stretch for one tantalizing moment before glancing over your shoulder with a sweet little smile. “So... whose clothes can I borrow?”

Five demons froze.

Then the room exploded.

“Mine!” Baby shouted first, hand raised like a kid in school. “She should wear mine! I’m the maknae! I deserve it!”

“You deserve a leash,” Mystery scoffed.

“Mine,” Jinu said first, stepping forward.

“Back off” Abby growled, stepping in front of him “She literally slept in your shirt. It’s my turn.”

“I volunteer mine,” Romance said smoothly, voice like velvet. “She needs something breathable. Silk. Comfortable.”

“She should wear mine,” Mystery said calmly, voice low but firm. “It’s oversized and clean. She’ll feel safe.”

You blinked at the chaos, lips twitching. “So… do I get to choose?”

“Nope,” Baby grinned. “Let fate decide. Rock, paper, scissors.”

“Seriously?” you laughed.

Abby cracked his knuckles. “Oh, we’re doing this.”

The boys formed a loose circle in the middle of the room, eyes narrowed like predators, hands flexing. You wrapped your towel tighter around you, watching the absurdity unfold with growing amusement.

Mystery won first round. Then Abby. Then Baby tied twice with Jinu. Romance accused someone of cheating. You were halfway through stifling laughter when the final round came down to the best of three. Abby got cocky too early. Romance kept tying. Baby cheated once. Mystery barely moved but somehow stayed in. Jinu? He just grinned the whole time like he already knew how it’d end.

In the final round, Jinu threw rock. The others threw scissors.

“Of course,” Abby sighed dramatically.

“No!” Baby cried. “You summoned that!”

“Lucky,” Jinu said with a crooked grin, stepping toward you like a hunter closing in on his prey. “Come here, baby.”

“My hoodie,” he murmured, his voice a low purr, “and nothing underneath.”

Your breath hitched as heat bloomed under your skin. His fingers brushed your arm as he handed you the soft, oversized fabric—dark, warm, and smelling like him.

“Go on,” he teased, eyes dipping. “Unless you want help putting it on…”

You snatched it, flustered. “I got it, thank you.”

Romance smirked. “You sure? He’s very good with sleeves.”

You didn’t answer. You just turned on your heel, stalking down the hallway toward Jinu’s bedroom, ignoring the chorus of low groans and quiet chuckles that followed you.

The hoodie in your hands was soft and warm, like he’d poured his heat into it just for you. You dropped your towel with a huff, pulling it over your head. It swallowed your frame instantly, sleeves long and hem brushing your thighs—bare, save for the brush of air against your skin.

You opened one of Jinu’s drawers and grabbed a pair of black sweatpants, tugging them up over your hips. They were loose, too big, but comforting… like being wrapped in all of them at once.

As soon as you turned to head back out, the door opened.

Jinu stood there, eyes glinting with satisfaction as he raked them down your form. He guided you into the softly lit living room, your hand small in his as his hoodie draped low over your thighs, swallowing you whole. The fabric still smelled like him—cedar and something darker—and your skin hummed where it touched your bare back.

The moment you stepped into the living room, your body wrapped in Jinu’s hoodie, Abby’s gaze locked on you like a slow pull of gravity. His eyes darkened, pupils dilating as if your presence alone triggered something primal. Without a word, he reached out from the couch, his massive arm hooking gently around your waist and pulling you down into his lap.

“Right here, angel,” he murmured, voice low and rough like a velvet growl. “C’mere.”

You blinked up at him, your cheek resting against the solid wall of his chest, lulled by the deep thud of his heart beneath you. “You’re warm…”

Abby chuckled, low and pleased. “You’re always cold. Let me fix that.”

You melted into him without hesitation, curling into his massive frame like you belonged there—and maybe you did. The way he shifted you in his lap, adjusting you so effortlessly to fit against him, made it feel like his body had been carved just to hold you. His hand slipped beneath the hem of the hoodie, fingers settling at the small of your back, stroking slow, hypnotic circles that made your lungs catch.

Your breath hitched, bare skin brushing his calloused palm, but instead of tension, it unraveled you. The warmth, the scent of him surrounded you, grounding you like a tether to something deeper than yourself. Abby pressed a kiss to your temple, a soft sound escaping him—satisfied, content, possessive.

And your body responded like it remembered this. Like it had missed him.

Jinu watched with a slight smirk from across the room, arms folded as he leaned against the wall like a proud man watching his treasure get worshipped.

The hoodie slipped slightly off one shoulder, exposing more skin, and he took the opportunity to kiss the hollow between your neck and shoulder, his lips warm and reverent. You sighed, the sound almost a whimper, and his grip tightened just a little.

Moments later, a soft dip in the couch signaled someone joining. You barely lifted your head before Baby settled on your other side, hair still tousled and eyes gleaming with mischief. “What’s this?” he asked, voice teasing. “You two look suspiciously comfortable.”

You didn't answer—too drowsy, too warm. Your hands moved on instinct, the pull of your bond guiding your sleepy actions. One hand rested over Abby’s chest, fingers lightly kneading the soft fabric of his shirt. The other floated aimlessly… until it found Baby’s cheek.

He froze.

Your fingers brushed against the smooth skin of his face before you gave a small, absent press, like a sleepy kitten seeking heat. Baby blinked, stunned… then let out a soft, involuntary sound—almost a purr.

“Oh my god,” Abby chuckled, chest rumbling beneath you. “Did you just purr?”

“She’s got him domesticated already,” Jinu laughed, walking past and tossing a blanket over all three of you. “It’s kinda cute.”

Baby, still stunned, leaned into your touch like he couldn’t help himself. “She’s warm,” he mumbled, half-defensive, half-whiny. “And she’s touching my face. What was I supposed to do?”

You made a small, sleepy sound of approval and shifted closer, fingers still curled where you needed them most. Abby’s other hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, easing you against him like you were the most precious thing in his arms.

Baby leaned in and nuzzled into your palm, letting out a soft, helpless sound—a purr. His lashes lowered. “You’re unfair when you’re sleepy,” he muttered, kissing your wrist. “So warm. So soft.”

Soon, Mystery appeared and leaned against the wall with a quiet smile, while Romance took a seat on the armrest, watching with fond eyes.

The soft rise and fall of your breathing had shifted into the rhythm of sleep, your cheek nestled perfectly against Abby’s chest, fingers still curled like a kitten over his shirt. His hand never stopped moving—slow, lazy strokes up and down your spine, each caress more worship than comfort. He leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss into your hair, inhaling deeply as if your scent could tether him to the present.

Baby had gone unusually still beside you, just watching. His head tilted slightly toward your touch, his lashes fluttering when your knuckles brushed his skin with every slow breath you took. The soft rise and fall of your chest, the quiet way your lips parted as you slept… it was making something raw in both of them ache.

“She asleep?” Baby whispered.

Abby nodded, his voice thick with something reverent. “Yeah. Out cold.”

The room was quiet, but charged. The others had fallen into their own spaces

Abby’s fingers slid up to your nape, his other hand moving from your lower back to cradle your thigh, adjusting you carefully in his lap without disturbing your sleep. “You feel that?” he murmured. “How she just sinks into us. Like she knows.”

“I do,” Baby added, his voice barely audible. “I feel it every time she touches me.”

Romance reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “She needs all of us. The way she pulled you in,” he said to Baby with a crooked smile, “and the way she lets Abby hold her like that. She was made for this. For us.”

Then, as if drawn by the bond they all shared, each of them leaned in to leave a kiss. A whisper of devotion pressed to your temple. A warm brush over your forehead. The faintest graze of lips on your shoulder. Even Mystery, ever careful, let his fingers run down your arm before pressing a kiss to your hand, as though making a silent vow.

You stirred faintly, a soft noise in your throat, your fingers tightening their hold—one against Abby’s chest, the other brushing Baby’s jaw. He leaned into the touch again, eyes fluttering closed, a soft purr vibrating in his throat.

“Don’t wake her,” Abby warned with a low chuckle, but he didn’t stop stroking your back, his touch a constant, grounding rhythm. “She needs this.”

“We all do,” Jinu said. “Just a little longer.”

And so they stayed like that—five demons once built to steal souls, now completely undone by the one girl who had no idea she’d already claimed theirs.

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[shewriter]

I hope it’s okay to reblog your post here, because I wanted to respond, and I knew my reply would be lengthy. But as passionate as I am about writing, I just had to reply to this.

It’s totally okay and normal to struggle with insecurity about your writing, because I think as writers, we’ve all been there (I’ve had my share of insecurity over my writing). And it’s totally fine and normal to want validation from others, to hear them say “your writing is so good” and “you’re such a great writer.” But there’s something more important than validation. YOU. How you feel about your writing. How you feel about writing in general.

So, two things here. I personally think, from reading some of your prompt lists (and bookmarking them for later), that you have an unique insight into people, particularly in regards to emotions and human behavior. I think you could definitely write a good book and people would enjoy reading it. But I think the most important thing is the why. Why you choose to write it. Are you writing it so that other people will read it? Are you writing it in order to get validation from other people? There will always be someone who loves your book, and there will also always be critics who give it one-star reviews. Or are you writing it because you enjoy the process? The process of creating characters, writing out scenes, having a plot come together? Are you writing it because you simply love to write?

It’s one thing to write for an audience (whether a potential audience or an established audience). But many authors who already have readers are still writing simply because they can’t not write. I don’t have any readers yet, but I’m writing my novel (which happens to be a romance) because I can’t imagine not writing it down into a story. Even when things like revising and proofreading (a.k.a. getting the grammar right) or just putting a sentence together is hard, at the end of the day, writing is what makes me feel happy and productive.

So I think it’s more important to consider exactly why you’re writing and why you want to write a romance novel. If you write because you like to, and if you write the story that you want to write (not a story that other people want or expect you to write), then that’s all that matters.

And in doing so, when you write a story that you are truly passionate about, then there will be other people who will love it, too. That’s simply a bonus, not necessarily a reason to write.

Because when writing gets hard, what’s going to keep you from giving up and quitting? What will be your reason to follow the story through to the end? The people who may or may not read it, the people who may or may not like it? Or will you be able to finish the process of writing a novel because of how satisfying and fulfilling it feels to have your story put down on paper? Regardless of who reads it and regardless of what others think?

Writing can be hard. It takes a lot of practice and time and effort. It doesn’t often pay very well, even for bestselling authors. But many writers will tell you, despite all of that, they still keep writing because they can’t imagine not writing. Being writers is who we are, whatever kind of writing that may be.

Established writers who have an audience do write with that audience in mind. Genre writing, like romance, has its particular tropes and themes and reader expectations like a happily ever after. But whether you already have readers or not, are you writing the story that you are passionate about? The story that you would want to read? Are you writing it because you enjoy writing? I just really think the key here is understanding the why behind it.

That ended up being a lot longer than I had intended. I hope something from this helps. ♡

okay this is maybe a weird post and i don’t even know how to word it without overthinking everything but, does anyone actually think they’d want to read a romance novel from me someday?

like… a full book. with chapters and heartbreak and yearning and chaos and slow burn .... i keep going back and forth in my head like, “would anyone even care?” or “does that even fit this blog?” and idk, lately i’ve just been feeling like maybe it doesn’t. maybe people come here for writing tips or chaotic posts or character breakdowns, not me being unhinged and vulnerable through fiction.

so then i go “okay fine. i’ll just write it for myself. no big deal.” but it is a big deal. and i think i’m just… kind of doubting myself a lot right now. as a writer. as a storyteller. as a human who throws words into the void and hopes they matter.

and it’s wild because i spend so much time here hyping other people up, telling them their writing matters, that their stories are important, that they’re allowed to dream big , and i believe that. so deeply. but when it’s me? yeah. not so easy.

so yeah. maybe i just needed to say this out loud. maybe i just needed someone to say “i’d read your novel” even if it’s not out yet. and if you’ve ever felt like this too, like your stories don’t quite belong, or like you’re not “enough” to write them...hi. same. you’re not alone.

Have a good day (or night, idk what time zone you’re in, but yeah 💛) - Luna

[callmeherry]

Underlust reimagined

Tw: SA; Drug abuse; Child abuse; Violence; Suicide and attemped suicide; Misogyny and miscarriage. None of the topics will be discussed in detail and it will be needed to read between the lines to see them.

Intended for MATURE AUDIENCES

So, as many may know, Underlust was pretty much a +18 au for drawing nsfw of the characters, which there is nothing wrong exactly, BUT I actually think there was a lot of potential for this au that was just… Not used.

In my reimagined I intend to keep SOME elements but most of the stuff will be rewritten or just full on discarded.

Be mindful of the trigger warnings! I don't intend to go in depth on any of them but there will be mentions.

Anyway! Let 's begin!

Frisk:

Frisk is the protagonist of this story. They are 20 years old and was born with partial blindness, being able to see mostly blurry images when things are farther apart. Frisk grew up in an orphanage as their mom died at birth, their father fleeing once he heard. They were very much isolated from the other kids, mostly just reading alone as it was difficult to play with the others with their poor vision.  That was, until they met Chara. The both of them quickly became friends. Chara always encouraged Frisk to not care that the others didn't want to hang out with them, they are better off without them. It was clear to both that they were soulmates, what kind it didn't matter to them. As long as they were together they were unstoppable… … When Frisk was 17, Chara took their own life. Frisk could never understand why. What happened? How could they not notice? If they noticed, maybe they could have done SOMETHING… But they didn't… They kept living, but the guilty never left them. They left the orphanage at 18, but life just got harder. All they could think about is how they weren't supposed to be doing this alone. So maybe… Would it be better to just follow their partner? Frisk climbed the mountain many said it was the end of any and all hope. And right when their body ached and they found the opening, they let all the weight of their body leave them, falling into the unknown. But instead of meeting their doom, they are saved by a tiny rose named Rosie. He helps them get up and when he learned about their poor sight made worse by the dim light, he latched himself on their shoulder to guide them through the catacombs. And so, our story officially begins. Frisk will start meeting every single one of the cast, and having in mind the guilt that followed them by not being able to save Chara, Frisk will do anything in their power to help them deal with their problems. While maybe, learning to deal with their own demons in the process…

And that's it for our protagonist! I think you guys can already tell the new direction this version of the story would take ^^

So before I tell you guys about the other character, I need to explain to you guys a bit of world building I've thought of!

World building:

The year is 20xx. Monsters have been trapped for thousands of years and hope has been glowing dimmer as time goes on. As so the children have been getting each passing day more and more rare. The king and the council would do their best to guide the kingdom, but after the death of the king's newborn he has fallen deep into a depression, being unable to actually make any calls. Leaving all the power to the council to call all the shots. The council, however, didn't quite have the people's best interest. Problems kept arising and each time with less and less answers. The council knew that if they wanted to stay with the power, they needed the population to focus on something else.  And what better than a common enemy? They hit the most sensitive spot of the monsters, the lack of children. The biggest mystery they had without an answer, well, up until now. The council created a false answer, faking studies and data thanks to one of the members who happened to be the royal scientist, saying that the reason the monsters had such a low birth rate was because of monsters borns from two same gendered parents.  They said, each time a monster was born from two monsters of the same gender, the offspring had a lower chance of giving birth. And generation and generation of this, piling up. The monsters got where they are now. The population was horrified, the lie was set. The council watched as they created an enemy the population could hate, and it wasn't them. Same gender pairs were fine just as long it was a fling, but couples were frown upon. The monsters already have such a lack of children! How could you have a partner with the same gender as you? Are you trying to have an offspring with even less of a chance of having future babies?? The underground kept growing and expanding, everything got more and more expensive and the monsters suffered.  Everyday, madness and corruption invaded their souls, making them just a spitting image of the ones once were their enemies. Each day, they got more human.

Now that you all understand the world they live in, we can go over the rest of the characters ^^

Toriel:

Toriel, the queen of the underground. She once was one of the fiercest warriors known, not because of her attacks but because of the way she inspired all monsters. That was, until she gave birth to her kid, only for them to turn to dust in her arms. She felt like she failed everyone, not only her family, but her kingdom as well. She failed to give them an heir. She failed to give them hope of a future. The queen left the castle, too ashamed and hurt to continue with such responsibility. She moved to the ruins and opened a humble abode, where she would teach other mothers how to take care of their children. Helping them keep the most precious thing she lost. When Frisk meets her, their goal will be to help her understand that she is more than this horrible loss, and even though being a mother is amazing, she is still first and foremost a person. A person who also deserves love. Once they understand each other, Toriel explains to Frisk the rules of the world and gives them a striped shirt.  Most monsters don't know what a human is but all monsters know that someone wearing a striped shirt is a kid. And children are extremely precious to all monsters. So Toriel hopes this will keep them safe.

Undyne:

Undyne is a soldier from the royal guard, she has been training to get in since she was little once she heard the horrible stories she heard about the war, wanting to make a difference. Unfortunately for her, the task was difficult. No matter how much she worked, how much effort she put into being better, her peers looked down at her. And now, a random skeleton comes from Snowding and suddenly he's the “talented prodigy” and the next big promise to make it to captain of the royal guard? Fuck no. So she works even harder than before, she needs to be the toughest soldier from the royal guard. She has to not show any defect. But that is difficult when on top of everything, she found herself taking a liking to the short yellow lizard who happens to be the royal scientist… She knows how frowned that would be. So she pushes these feelings aside… When Frisk meets her, they will help her see that she shouldn't hide any part of her because of others. That her feelings and not being strong all the time is what makes her… Her… Undyne will finally find someone she can open up to, be honest about her frustration and fears and not get judged because of it. A friend…

Alphys:

Alphys became the royal scientist a long time after the other one pretty much disappeared. No one knows what happened to him, he just never showed up again and it's as if no one wants to talk about him anymore. Either way, the position was open, and it stayed open for many years, only having a few occupants who didn't last long. Well, Alphys got the job!  And she thinks she knows why no one wants to stay, as it is a lot of responsibility and a small pay grade… Which is odd… As she is pretty sure the previous scientist was well off… Anyway, the important thing is that SHE wasn't. It wasn't bad in any way, it was actually ok… But she felt small, not really appreciated monetarily nor socially. That is, until she received a proposition from a raggedy cat who also wanted a better life. He explained that they could team up, as the medicine Alphys can produce would be very appropriated by other kinds of people. Alphys knew it was wrong. And she refused, at first at least… Soon temptation became too much to avoid. Oh how she wished she had enough money for this nice shirt, oh how she wished she could have one of those fancy cars, oh how she wished she could go to this five star restaurant… “Just one time” She said. And then she wouldn't sell anything else. One time… Two times… Three times… She lost count by now. The guilt slowly faded away as she just got a nicer life. Yeah, she still hid it was her, the producer of the biggest dealer in hometown but she didn't care. She felt like she was finally doing something big! That is, until the numbers of deaths by overdose slowly start to rise among monsters. At first, she tried to ignore it. But as the numbers started to rise she just couldn't deny it anymore. It was her fault. She caused this. She IS causing it. And as much as she wanted to stop she just… Can't. She is just in too deep now, she can't stop. Yet she cries every night, telling herself how much of a bad person she is. This is all her fault. She hurts people.  When Frisk meets her, they will help her see that there is still hope for her. That even though she did a bad thing she can still change! She can be a good person, if she just tries…  They believe in her, maybe she can believe in herself, too…

Mettaton:

Mettaton’s story is pretty much the same as the canon Underlust. The hopeful ghost meets the royal scientist in the dump one day and she promises him a body. Mettaton becomes a star among monsters. But with light, darkness surrounds…  The star was desired by those who watched him, but desire can become dangerous. A poison of entitlement and arrogance. So they took what they believed was their right. They broke the star… Mettaton was never the same after that. He asked Alphys to make his robot body less revealing, he hid himself from everyone, he could never look at himself in the mirror again. He knew what people said about him. How it was his fault that happened. That he was the one that showed himself and made them desire, and some days… He thought that they were right… Mettaton did his best to continue his show, to continue his dream. But was it really worth it? Sometimes he thought that wasn't the case… So every time he received those flowers, those cards, he cried. Hugging them close to his chest. Frisk knew from their skeleton friend the robot's story, and encouraged him to meet Mettaton. It was a slow process, a scary one, even. Mettaton was already so hurt, it was hard to believe the two of them were genuine. But Frisk helped him see that there were still good people in this underground. People that care about him. So he does his best to still have hope, him and the skeleton start hanging out more and more and even form a kind of partnership. It is still scary… Mettaton isn't sure if it will ever not be… But he has hope things will get better.

Papyrus & Sans:

The two brothers were sons of the previous royal scientist, W.D. Gaster. They were the result of an experiment to try and make children, unfortunately, Gaster deemed the experiment as too unstable and simply not worth the trouble. Either way, Sans and his younger brother were born from that. Any good parent would never say they have a favorite child, Gaster however, is not a good parent. He made it clear how much he believed his older son to be a failure, all stats measured as one… Now, Papyrus… Gaster had big dreams for Papyrus. It soon became obvious that the scientist would pour all his expectations and hopes into Papyrus while the older brother got all his frustrations and regrets. Papyrus was quickly put in training to become a royal guard, having taken special care so he would grow up to be a strong monster. And the younger brother took that to heart even after their father was gone. He trained and did his best, and suddenly everyone was counting on him. Even his brother. Sans more than anyone encouraged Papyrus, saying how it was obvious he would be the one to become leader of the royal guard.  But Papyrus never wanted that… He never got the chance to choose what he wanted to be. His father was the one that told him he would be a soldier and then his brother encouraged him. And Papyrus just doesn't have the heart to tell his brother the truth… And even if he did… He still knows that being a soldier is the best way he can guarantee his brother is safe… To compensate for when they were children… And Papyrus couldn't protect him. Sans was very different when he was a kid, it is to be expected when one suffers so much on the hand of the one that was supposed to protect him. Yet despite everything he would smile at his brother and tell him everything would be ok. Papyrus remembers his brother looking at the clock and noticing the time. He was late… That was never good. He remembers Sans taking his hand and guiding him to his bedroom, helping Papyrus set into his bed, telling the younger one a bedtime story. He remembers both of them tense and scared. Sans patted his head, clinking their skulls together in a good night kiss. He remembers his brother pleading with Papyrus to promise to only open the door when Sans comes to get him. Papyrus promises, like he does every night. And he knows he will regret it in the morning. Sans smiles, getting up and walking towards the door, closing it behind him and locking it up. The key being slided from under the door so only Papyrus can get it… … He wishes he didn't remember the sounds every time he goes to bed…  So Papyrus protects his brother. He trains. He gets stronger. And one day, he will make up to him, he will be able to tell him he is sorry for everything… Sans was very different when he was a kid. Quiet, weak, always wearing hoodies. He needed to, his father demanded him to hide the marks of hits he himself left on his bones. Sans always thought it would be easier to just not hit him but oh well…  No matter what he did, it seemed like nothing was enough. And he never told anyone. Because he was scared. Every goddamn night he came late Sans just wished he didn't come home at all… It was never the case though…

Some nights he just got yelled at, while others… He is broken down to his core, left alone to pick up the pieces… He could never understand how his own father could do such things, but as he himself said, Sans was just property. He was just meant for that. To be used and someday he will be discarted… One day, he got too scared as he heard the door open. The thought of the many hands, digging, staining his bones. He just couldn't. So he ran to his only friend. But the next day, he knew he had messed up, he had left Papyrus alone with him. So he went back, and for the first time, his father welcomed him with warmth in his voice. “I knew you would be back…” He whispered in his ear. … Next time Papyrus wasn't home. Sans paid the price for what he did… But this time, it was too much for him to handle when he came back to his own body. He broke down in front of a teacher, told her everything. He wished he didn't. Gaster took him to the lab one day, told he had found out, and told Sans… His teacher's dust was in his hands.  And now, he would join her. When Sans felt his neck vertebrates being squeezed and twisted, close to snapping. He snapped instead. The next thing he remembers is the door opening, the king Asgore looking at his crying form and a pile of dust in front of him. So, Sans decided to live his life differently when he grew up. He wore whatever he wanted, he was loud, flirted. He wanted to be perceived, he knew the way he acted made him desirable, enough to make people of the bar he attended to make a bet to see whoever could “score him”. And he just didn't. Care. Because now, he was strong enough to be able to deny them, and to hurt them if he wanted. Everytime he told someone off it was… Cathartic… He doesn't care that he's putting himself in dangerous situations on purpose. He doesn't care about the names people gave him.  He would continue partying and drinking and taking as many pills as it takes to maybe, just maybe the voices in his ear telling him that his father was right about him will finally shut up. Well, whenever Frisk comes around, they will help Papyrus to be true to himself, help him see that as honorable and genuine his reasons are, he can't allow himself to suffer just for the sake of others. He is stronger when he is happy with himself, not when he is miserable. While with Sans… Well, he is just not ready to start any healing process, and Frisk doesn't push him. But he does appreciate them helping his brother, thanking them to help him see how much strain Papyrus was putting on himself.

Grillby:

Grillby is the owner of a very famous club in Snowding. He spent his whole life watching people around him destroy themselves and just not listening to him when he tried to help. And things just get worse when he develops feelings for his favorite patreon and best friend. He does his best to protect him, but he knows he can't. Grillby never fully committed, he was never fully truthful with himself.  The fire elemental would put on a mask, showing everyone how sturdy and capable he was, but he knows it isn't true. But he also feels he is incapable of doing anything. How could just one monster change anything in this world? It's impossible. So he just sits back from behind the bar, watching and never interacting. Frisk however, helps him see that is not true, yes, one monster can't change the world, but he doesn't need to. If he is able to change a single thing, as small as it is, it will all be worth it.

Asgore:

The king consumed by grief and guilt. He is unable to rule, unable to do anything. That is, until he found that small skeleton, shaking and scared. Once the king found out the horrible things his previous scientist did he was enraged. After a long time he finally made all remember why he was the king. W.D. Gaster is to be forgotten. His name erased from their history, left to rot on his insignificance. Obviously, the other members of the council didn't understand, they questioned him, where even was the scientist anyway? But the king was firm. And soon, they learned not to question. Asgore adopted the young skeleton, together with his younger brother. He did his best to accommodate them despite everything. Even if he felt inadequate to be any kind of father figure…  It was a hard process, both kids were fragile, especially the older one, but he did his best. And they both grew up. Once they were old enough to leave, they did. They still call him from time to time, his older one visiting him frequently thanks to his “shortcuts”, and he couldn't love them more… But he knew deep down they weren't really his kids… His kid died at birth… Asgore he… The skeletons didn't come from his soul… They are not truly his, and he could never truly be their father... Right? And now, after everything, they have word that a human has fallen into the underground. The council want to use their soul so king Asgore could have an actual heir. A being half human and half monster, the most powerful being that has ever been seen, perhaps strong enough to break the barrier keeping them underground. And the king is conflicted, he is supposed to do what is best for his people, and a monarch would bring hope to his citizens… But he doesn't want to take the human's soul… He is lost. He is alone. He is hopeless. And he just doesn't know what to do…

The end:

When it is time to face the king, Frisk and Rosie go on their own, ready for whatever the king decides is the right thing. When they arrive, they talk. The king offers them tea and brings them to the garden of roses, telling both about his late child.  Frisk also tells him about their late friend, being empathetic with the king's pain. They explain that they were ready for it to be over, but it wasn't. They were here, and if their life could serve for something, they would like to be for something good like bringing hope for the people, and if that was the case, they would happily die… But at this point, Toriel; Papyrus; Mettaton; Undyne and Alphys arrive. They confront the king and the human, explaining how important they were for them, and how much Frisk helped them be true to themselves. Telling both how much more important the human's life is than what they give themselves credit for. The king was conflicted still, but at this point Sans arrives. He tells Asgore how the human managed to give hope for someone who didn't want it. And he asks his father to please, don't listen to the council. Spare the human's life. With that, Asgore decides it. Frisk life is too valuable to be lost by a foolish dream. 

Everyone is happy, hugging the human and singing them praises. But at this point, the members of the council arrive, they tell the king they knew he would disappoint them. The guards move, circling the group. Asgore and Toriel attempt to call them off but they don't listen. They belong to the council for some time now. The whole group is captured and tossed into the dungeon, just until the council decides what to do with the human soul.  But, Rosie the rose finally lets go of Frisk's arm, promising he would get help. He slips between the cracks of the stone walls, his soul full of the hope the others had for him. And when the council returns, ready to take Frisk's soul, the castle is invaded. Led by Rosie, all the other monsters the human helped came to everyone's rescue.  They managed to overthrow the council, freeing the captured monsters and human. The king and queen made a formal speech, thanking Frisk for their kindness and for giving them all hope.  Weeks after. Life still wasn't perfect, but it was a little better. Monster were happier and now with the queen back, life conditions were better. Alphys working on another way to break the barrier when she and Undyne find out they are carrying a souling. Of course, it felt obvious now. Monsters souls are made from hope, so when the parents had so little hope to give, they were unable to create a child… But having the answer for it didn't mean it would be able to be fixed out of nowhere, but it was a start. A start of something new. Something beautiful.  Frisk knew it. And they would do their best to help everyone along the way, and everyone would be there to help them. They can't help but smile, maybe Chara would be proud of them… Either way, no matter how hard it would be, they had hope. Things will get better.

Comments and Funfacts:

I imagine Papyrus and Mettaton’s relationship on this reimagine to be queerplatonic! Papyrus being aroace

My main goal with Mettaton and Sans’s storyline is so that they would parallel each other, of how that kind of trauma could make the victim respond and the difference between healthy and unhealthy coping mechanisms (Having a support system vs abusing narcotic substances)

Where Frisk fell, there would be many tombs from other humans, and the only reason they survived was because Rosie healed them

Toriel and Asgore were never really in love, they had a lot of care for each other but not in a romantic sense, so when Toriel returns to be the queen they are also platonic 

Alphys was Sans's dealer and they would get into an argument later in the story when she cuts him off

And I think that's it! This was a lot so thank you if you read this far! ^^ If you have any questions please feel free to ask them and I'll do my best to answer them! 

[berry-berri]

Poly relationship with Sylus and Zayne

‼️Mature content: Minors DNI‼️

Poly relationship with Sylus and Zayne

Contents: oral, three way action, smidgen of dirty talk, masturbation, there is fluff and cuteness but it's mostly delicious smut

Just a lil note 😁: I enjoyed writing this. A lot. I'm thinking about doing a part two to this, so if you enjoy reading this and that's what you want, just let me know! Happy reading!

Word count: 4,789 (I know it's long I'm sorry 😅) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The soft pitter patter of rain fills the quiet, creating a comfortable, cozy atmosphere. Sylus was busy in the kitchen cooking dinner, moving around the kitchen, mixing and tasting things. Zayne was sitting quietly on the couch beside you reading a book, looking like his usual calm and poised self, the soft light from the lamp illuminating his sharp features. You were wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, laying on the couch and watching a movie, but making sure to keep the volume down so that Zayne could read peacefully. It had been a while since you all spent time together. Zayne was busy being a life-saving heart surgeon, you being busy with your missions and meetings with the Hunter’s Association, and Sylus with his negotiations and making sure to keep the N109 zone in check. It was safe to say that you all missed each other dearly. Finally, and unexpectedly, everyone had some time off and time to spend together. It was perfect, and instead of Sylus leaving the N109 zone to come see you and Zayne in Linkon, you both decided to go visit Sylus for once. 

It had been a while since you and Zayne had been to the N109 zone, so you both figured why not visit him this time. He was very pleased with this and had welcomed you both with a hug and a kiss, showering you both in affection like he always did. He’s the most affectionate between the three of you, always speaking beautiful words and giving sweet gestures like grabbing your hand and running his thumb over your knuckles, or giving Zayne forehead kisses. He also loved teasing the hell outta you two, making snide remarks about your height and always comparing you to a kitten, flirting with Zayne just to make him all flustered and red in the face, which was always fun to watch . It was all in good fun though and he would never say anything to actually hurt either of you; he loved you both dearly. Zayne showed his affection by asking if either of you needed anything or offering advice when you two needed it. He would fuss over you two if one of you ever got hurt, and due to the nature of both your jobs, he fussed quite often. 

You all had spent most of the day talking and catching up on missed hugs and kisses, and making each other laugh too. Zayne has always been unintentionally funny with his dry humor so he made you and Sylus laugh often; it was one of the things you and Sylus loved about him. You all got along quite well and took care of each other well too. You loved when you were able to spend time with them. You guys often communicated over text, but it wasn’t the same as being in each other’s presence. It felt good to love on one another after spending some time apart being busy with your own things; it had been a long two weeks. 

You lift your head to look over at Zayne as he flips a page and adjusts his glasses. He takes a deep breath, leaning his head against his hand. You press your foot against his thigh and without turning away from his book he grabs it, massaging it through the blanket. You look over at Sylus, focused yet relaxed as he continues to move around the kitchen humming quietly to himself. The atmosphere feels warm and domestic, and you can’t help but smile softly as you look at your boys who you love more than anything in the world.

“Dinner is ready,” Sylus calls out from the kitchen. Both of you turn your attention towards Sylus, Zayne setting his book down on the coffee table. He pushes up from the couch and you sling the blanket off of you, following closely behind Zayne to the dining table. You all take your seats in your respective spots as Sylus sets your plates down in front of both of you.”

“Wow, steak, mashed potatoes and broccoli; you’re really spoiling us tonight, aren’t you,” You say, your stomach growling as you look at the juices sitting on top of the steak. Sylus smirks, lightly shrugging his shoulders.

“I was in the mood for something juicy and filling, and I figured you two wouldn’t mind a nice steak.”

“This looks good. You really outdid yourself this time,” Zayne says, smiling softly at Sylus.  Sylus nods in response, returning his soft smile.

“Of course. Only the best for you two. Eat up.”

You grab your knife and fork, eager to cut into your steak. Out of the corner of your eye you see Zayne looking closely at his plate before looking back up at Sylus, a slight displeased look on his face. You look up from your plate at Zayne, then over at Sylus who casually takes a sip of his wine. Your eyes flicker between the two of them, trying to figure out what the problem is. You look down at Zayne’s plate, trying to see what could be wrong with his food. Then, you see a bit of orange peeking out from under the broccoli and you snicker. Ah, the dreaded carrots, Zayne’s least favorite food, the devil’s vegetable as you and Sylus call it just to tease him. It doesn’t matter what the food is, if there’s carrots involved he won’t eat it.

“You did this on purpose,” Zayne says, narrowing his eyes slightly at Sylus. 

“What’re you referring to,” Sylus asks casually, a hint of amusement in his tone, his eyes glimmering with mischeif along with his signature smirk to match. Zayne turns his plate towards Sylus, revealing to him the small bed of shredded carrots that was hidden beneath the broccoli. Sylus chuckles heartily as he looks down at the forbidden vegetable.

“Oh, who could’ve put that there? Must’ve been a mistake made by the chef. I guess I’ll have to fire him now,” Sylus teases, his voice dripping with amusement. Zayne huffs out a chuckle, shaking his head at Sylus’s antics.

“Yeah, I guess we will. The steak looks a little burnt too and the broccoli is mushy. Seems like the chef is an incompetent cook that cheated his way through cooking school,” Zayne rebuttals, a slight smirk on his face. You giggle softly, taking a bite of your steak as you watch the exchange between the two men. 

“Don’t you think the steak tastes a little burnt, Miss Hunter,” he teases, looking over at you. You clear your throat, getting ready to play your part in the bit.

“Yes, it does. It’s very burnt and it’s so tough my jaw is tired from trying to chew it. The mashed potatoes are lumpy too. The chef did a horrible job,” you exaggerate.

Sylus’s eyes dart down to his plate almost like he’s trying to check the food to confirm our words, but he remains unfazed by Zayne’s words, his smirk not faltering even a little. He’s so fake, you think to yourself.

“Haha, very funny, you two,” Sylus says. You and Zayne chuckle, and you take another bite of the juicy steak that has been cooked to perfection. Sylus is a surprisingly good cook, and Zayne is surprisingly mediocre at it. Kind of unexpected, but you think it’s hilarious. Zayne scoops the carrots onto your plate and continues eating, Sylus chuckling as he does so. He finds it so amusing that Zayne hates carrots so much and loves to tease him about it; this isn’t the first time he’s hidden carrots in his food. He even had a carrot cake delivered to his place once for Zayne’s birthday. He saw a chance this time and just couldn’t help himself.

After chatting and filling your bellies you all lean back in your chairs, feeling satisfied now. You rub your stomach in circles, setting your silverware down onto your plate.

“That was delicious. I’m so full,” you say.

“Thank you for cooking for us. That was very filling,” Zayne says politely, reaching across the table and grabbing Sylus’s hand, affectionately running his thumb over his knuckles. Sylus squeezes his hand back, his gaze soft.

“Of course,” he responds affectionately. You smile at the scene and get up from the table, kissing Sylus on his forehead.

“Thank you,” you say softly before reaching for the empty plates on the table to put them in the sink. Sylus tilts his head back a little, his eyes looking down at your lips. You smile, knowing exactly what he’s asking for. You lean down and place a sweet kiss to his lips, genty running your hand down the back of his head. You lean back, looking into his soft, affectionate eyes, and place another kiss to his nose before straightening up, your hand sliding down his neck. You grab the empty plates and take them to the kitchen, gently setting them in the sink. Zayne comes up behind you, placing his hands on your hips.

“Go relax on the couch with Sylus. I can take it from here.” 

You respond with a simple okay and he kisses your cheek, taking your place at the sink as you scurry off into the living room. Sylus is sitting on the couch, his arm draped around the back of it. You lay down in his lap and he wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss on your temple. Your eyes close as you relish in the feeling of being in his arms, so warm and secure. His scent fills your nostrils as you take a deep, content breath.

“Feeling tired already, kitten,” he asks. Past you would’ve cringed at the pet name, but you’ve gotten so used to him calling you that, and it somehow doesn’t sound cringy coming out of his mouth. You shake your head, still keeping your eyes closed. “No, I’m wide awake. Just comfortable.” You feel the gentle touch of his fingertips lightly grazing your cheek and nudge into his touch. Sylus chuckles lightly as he watches you and strokes your cheek with the back of his index finger.

“I think I’ve called you kitten so much that you’ve turned into one.”

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You’re laying in my lap nuzzling into my touch and you’re practically purring. It’s cute.”

You huff out a chuckle. “If I were a cat, what type of cat would I be?”

“You’re playful, intelligent, affectionate, mischievous, you’re constantly moving around and you have a small stature…”

“Hey!”

He chuckles at your reaction and pokes your nose. “Just stating the obvious, sweetie. But I think you’d be a munchkin cat. They’re cuddly and very cute too.” 

“How do you know so much about cats?”

“I’ve nursed a fair share of kittens back to health. Siamese, british shorthairs, russian blues, bengals, the list is endless.”

“Hm…what a gentle giant you are.” You open your eyes and playfully poke his cheek. He smiles down at you and grabs your hand, wrapping his hand gently around yours, kissing each of your fingertips. 

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All three of you are currently on the couch watching a movie, your head in Zayne’s lap and Zayne’s head leaned against Sylus’s. The rain has started to come down heavier with thunder clapping through the sky, adding to the warmth and coziness of the atmosphere. Zayne gently strokes the side of your face, his touch making your eyes flutter. You’re starting to feel a little sleepy now, but you try your best to fight it. You want to spend more time with them and wish to not be interrupted by your need for sleep.

“May I have some hot chocolate,” you hear Zayne whisper to Sylus quietly. Hot chocolate does sound nice, but it’ll only make you even sleepier and you don’t want that.

“Sure.”

Sylus gets up from the couch and returns a few minutes later with a steaming cup of hot chocolate with jumbo marshmallows. He leans down, placing a gentle kiss to Zayne’s forehead, his eyes fluttering closed at the contact. Sylus takes his spot back next him, watching Zayne as he sips his hot chocolate with a satisfied, content look on his face. You doze off for a moment but your eyes shoot open, and you shift around in an attempt to wake yourself up. A moment later you hear the sounds of kissing coming from Zayne and Sylus, and it’s not just a peck. You turn around to see them passionately making out, Sylus’s hand buried in Zayne’s hair, their lips moving in perfect sync with each other, like they’d done this a thousand times. They probably think you’re still sleeping.

“Your lips taste like chocolate,” Sylus whispers breathlessly against his lips. No, you’re not tired anymore, definitely not tired. Watching them kiss was the hottest thing in the world. Their kissing styles were similar, hungry and passionate, like they wanted to devour each other. There was always a certain intensity they had that left you breathless and throbbing every time, whether you were being kissed by them or watching them kiss, and this time was no different. You sit up and fling the blanket off  you, your heart starting to race and your body feeling hot. They pause and look at you, their breathing heavy and faces flushed. Sylus is wearing his signature smirk, and you can see the heat emanating from his ruby eyes. Zayne’s eyes are low and hazy, looking you up and down, beckoning for you to join them. The sight of both men staring hungrily at you makes the throbbing between your legs pick up more, almost painfully. 

“Join us, kitten,” Sylus says, his smooth, velvety voice rough with arousal. You don’t even hesitate and scoot closer to them, running your hand across Zayne’s chest, placing a soft kiss to his shoulder. His eyes close as his lips connect with Sylus’s once more, their tongues pushing into each other’s mouths and tangling together. Your hand slides under his shirt and over his chest and stomach, feeling the rippling muscle underneath your hand. Zayne sighs and breaks the kiss, his chest heaving with his heavy breaths. Sylus attaches his lips to his neck, licking and leaving open mouthed kisses across his skin. Zayne moans softly and you attach your lips to his, moving them against his hungrily and passionately. He returns the kiss with the same passion and hunger, your breaths mingling together. You shove his shirt up over his chest and run your hand down his body until it reaches his crotch only to discover that Sylus has already beat you to it, his large hand already shoved into Zayne’s sweatpants. You feel Zayne’s lips go slack against yours as Sylus palms his hardened dick, his fast breaths fanning over your lips. You decide to join Sylus and your hand disappears into Zayne’s sweatpants as well, grabbing his balls and fondling them gently between your fingers, making him whimper and causing his breath to hitch. Your lips connect with his again, tilting your head more so your tongue can explore his mouth fully, swallowing up his moans. You kissing him, Sylus’s lips on his neck, and both your hand and Sylus’s in his pants is making his head swim. Sylus feels Zayne twitch under his hand and he groans deeply, the feeling making his own dick twitch and throb. Sylus moves away from his neck and he slides off the couch onto the floor, kneeling in front of Zayne. He grabs the hem of his sweatpants and starts pulling them down, Zayne lifting his hips to help him. His dick springs free and slaps against his stomach, releasing a sigh of relief as he’s freed from the constriction of his pants. A bead of precum runs down his shaft and Sylus moans at the sight, staring at it with hunger and intensity. You shift around, needing some release from the throbbing, you can feel your pussy clenching around nothing, begging to be touched and filled. You open your legs and shove your hand in your shorts, and slide your fingers in between your folds, feeling your wetness coat your fingers as you slide them over your swollen, throbbing clit. Sylus’s eyes dart over to you, watching you touch yourself, and he almost loses it at that moment. Seeing his two favorite people in the world, leaking and hungry makes his hardened dick twitch again and his need increase tenfold. He groans and wraps his slender fingers around Zayne’s dick, feeling him twitch in his hand. He slowly strokes him, spreading his precum around to make it nice and wet. Both of you watch as his eyes flutter closed and his mouth hang open in an ‘O’ shape, already getting lost in the pleasure, moan and quiet whimpers flowing from his lips. You apply more pressure to your sensitive clit and rub it in tight circles, moaning softly and breathing heavily as you watch the scene before you. Sylus leans down and lets a string of saliva flow from his mouth and land onto Zayne’s red and sensitive tip, stroking him at a more steady pace and spreading his saliva around to make it extra slippery. You and Zayne moan at the sight and the pleasure increases for the both of you, Zayne’s hips jerking into Sylus’s hand and your clit twitching against your fingertips.

“Oh fuck,” Zayne whispers, his breath shaky and eyebrows knitted together in pleasure. 

Sylus looks up at Zayne with those heated eyes and smirks at him.

“Feel good,” he asks, his voice deep and rough with arousal.

Zayne whimpers as he watches him stroke his dick, his wrist twisting in a way that makes his eyes flutter.

“Yeah,” Zayne responds, his voice soft and desperate.

“You want it? You want me to devour you, hm,” Sylus asks, stroking him faster, running his thumb across the underside of his dick, making his hips jerk and his eyes roll back in his skull. All Zayne can do is moan in response.

“Use your words, Zayne,” you murmur into his ear, Sylus not letting up on his movements. You’re getting close to coming by just watching them and you have to force your hand to slow down. You don’t want to come, not yet, even though you desperately want to.

“Y-yeah,” he responds, his eyes needy as he looks down at Sylus stroking him. Sylus doesn’t wait any longer and without breaking eye contact he leans down, wrapping his plump lips around Zayne’s swollen, sensitive tip. Zayne groans at the contact, his head falling back against the back of the couch. You moan as you watch Sylus take him into his mouth, rubbing your clit a little more now to try and sedate the throbbing. Sylus starts to bob his head and move in tandem with his hand. Zayne’s mouth falls open and his eyes flutter at the sensations caused by Sylus’s movements, wanton moans flowing from his lips freely. Lewd and obscene wet sounds fill the room as Sylus works him expertly with his lips and tongue, swirling ang licking around the tip, his hand stroking and twisting around his dick. It all looks so erotic and hot and Zayne is completely lost in the pleasure he’s being given. Sylus has always been good with his mouth. Whether it was used for securing a deal during a negotiation, smooth-talking you and Zayne, or giving you both the best head of your lives, he’s always been good with his mouth and he never disappoints. The pleasure starts to increase for you as you watch the both of them, soft whimpers escaping your lips. You look at Zayne and he looks completely blissed out and lost in it all, his eyes glazing over and fluttering in his skull. You can feel your pussy clenching and fluttering around nothing and you need more. You need your fingers in you, moving in your sensitive pussy and curling into the spot that made your eyes roll back, but your shorts are proving to make it difficult for your hand to move around. You stand up for a moment and slide your shorts off before squatting back down onto the couch, your feet planted flat on the cushions and your legs wide open. You push your shirt above your breasts and start rolling your sensitive nipple in between your fingertips, the sensation shooting straight to your clit and making it twitch. You feel your pussy fluttering, begging to be satiated by your fingers. You slide your hand down your body until it reaches your sensitive nub and start rubbing it in slow circles, all the while keeping your eyes on both of them, the way Sylus’s lips wrap around Zayne’s dick, licking and sucking so obscenely, and Zayne’s face contorted in pleasure. You slide your fingers in, moaning as you feel your pussy clench down on them tightly, and start moving them in and out, letting your wetness coat them completely. Your moans bring attention to Sylus, but he doesn’t halt his ministrations. He makes eye contact with you with Zayne’s dick still in his mouth and moans deeply at the sight of your fingers buried in your pussy. He can feel his dick twitching like crazy in his pants and the sensation makes his eyes flutter slightly. Your eyebrows scrunch together as you keep your eyes on him, moving your fingers a little faster now, thrusting and curling them in and out of your soaking wet pussy. You slide your free hand under Zayne’s head and push it up, gripping his hair tightly in your hand.

“Watch him,” you say breathlessly, and Zayne does just that. Sylus’s ruby red eyes flicker between the two of you, your faces scrunched up in pleasure as you both watch him pleasure Zayne with his hand and mouth. The sight drives him crazy and he picks up the speed and sucks him a little harder, making Zayne moan loudly. Sylus loves when the attention is on him and it encourages him even more to make him come and feel his seed slide down his throat the way he likes. You both keep your eyes on Sylus and Sylus keeps his heated, hungry eyes on the both of you. Everyone is lost in the pleasure, lost in the moment, and lost in each other. The movie has been long forgotten about and serves as simple background noise along with the thunderstorm happening outside. Moans, whimpers, wet noises, and heavy breaths fill the air making it heavy with pure, fiery intensity. The pressure is increasing for you and you move your fingers faster, your eyes rolling back into your skull and your hand unconsciously tightening in Zayne’s hair. You lean your head against his, your face contorted in pleasure. Sylus takes him all the way into his throat, his nose touching the stubble on Zayne’s lower stomach, causing Zayne to let out a long, loud moan. His eyes twitch and roll back and he has to fight the urge to thrust into Sylus’s mouth and feel his dick sliding in and out of the soft cavern. Sylus moans around him, the vibrations making his hips jerk involuntarily. Zayne feels a little bad about doing that and can’t stand the possibility of hurting Sylus by accident.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Zayne whines, rubbing the back of Sylus’s head in an effort to soothe him. Sylus places his hand on top of his, signaling to Zayne that it’s okay. Sylus stays there for a moment, letting his throat relax more before bobbing his head deeply, letting Zayne repeatedly hit the back of his throat, constricting his throat around his tip at just the right moment.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck,” Zayne whines, his eyes unable to stay forward in his skull. The sight alone makes your pleasure increase more and you shove your fingers deep in your pussy, curling them into that sweet spot that makes you moan loudly and your hips jerk with every curl of your fingers. 

Zayne’s pleasure increases tenfold and he feels his orgasm approaching quickly. “I love your throat. I love your throat so much. Oh my god…ahhhhhhh shit…ohhhhhh fuck.” The words flow out of him all jumbled together, his voice high pitched and desperate. You’re getting so close and the both of you are shaking as the two of you teeter on the edge of your release. 

“You getting close, baby? You gonna come down his fucking throat, hm- oh fuck!”

“Oh yes, I’m gonna come, please please please *gasp* please *gasp* -” Sylus groans deeply from his chest, focused on nothing but making him come. Zayne’s face is contorted wildly as his orgasm continues to build. He knows he probably looks insane right now, but doesn’t care not one single bit. He grips Sylus’s hair tightly in both hands, his body shaking intensely.

“Come with me, please. Come with me,” you manage to get out in a strained voice. You thrust your fingers faster, your head leaned against Zayne’s, your breaths coming faster and faster, mingling with each others. Then, both of you cry out in sync, moaning loudly and whimpering together as you both come hard, Zayne’s dick twitching as his seed flows down Sylus’s throat and your pussy clenching rhymically around your fingers. You keep moving your fingers to work you through your orgasm as your juices flow down your hand and onto the couch. Sylus halts his movements and holds his head in place as Zayne releases his seed down his throat. He makes sure to swallow every drop before releasing him from his mouth with an audible pop sound. You both have your eyes closed for a moment, trying to catch your breaths and feeling the aftershocks of your orgasms buzzing though your bodies. Sylus looks at both of you, flushed, blissed out and breathing heavily with your heads leaned against each others and chuckles a little. His eyes look heated and wild, and his hair is disheveled from Zayne gripping it so tightly. He sits back on his heels, watching you two for a moment before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and moving to sit on the other side of Zayne on the couch. He’s still throbbing and very much still hungry for the both of you, his erection very evident, but he decides to give you two a moment to calm down. 

“You okay, sweetie,” He asks, his voice gentle. You give him a simple nod.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you respond, hissing as you gently slide your soaked fingers out of your pussy. You look down to see a few dark patches on the fabric and frown.

“I messed up your couch again. I’m sorry, Sylus.”

“It’s quite alright. We can take care of that later. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time this couch has been ruined.”

He looks down at Zayne who’s laying completely still with his eyes closed and huffs out a chuckle.

“You alive,“ Sylus teases, poking his cheek. 

“I’m fine,” Zayne responds. You lift your head and look down at him as well to see that he’s not moving an inch.

“I think you overwhelmed him, Sylus. I guess your mouth is just too good.”

“I think so. Maybe I should ease up next time,” Sylus teases, smirking. That catches Zayne’s attention immediately and his eyes open.

“No, no, it’s fine. I can handle you just fine.”

“Can you,” Sylus questions him, his voice deep and dripping with desire. Zayne’s sensitive dick twitches at the sound of his voice and he whimpers. 

“Oh…looks like you’re still craving more. Insatiable little thing, aren’t you?”

Zayne blushes deep and turns his head away from him.

“Shut up,” he whines, and you lean down to place a kiss to his forehead. Sylus looks over at you, his eyes catching a glimpse of the wetness on your hand.

“What about you, kitten? Still feeling ravenous?”

Your pussy clenches at the sound of his voice and there’s no denying that you want more. You always want more when it comes to them.

“Of course,” you answer, your hazy, low eyes locking with his. Sylus grabs your hand and starts licking the juices off it, keeping his eyes locked with yours. Zayne sits up and decides to join Sylus, wrapping his lips around your fingers and swirling his tongue around them, moaning softly at the taste. You lean forward and replace your hand with your lips, moving your lips against both of theirs in a three way kiss, all of you moaning softly. 

“ Shall we take this to the bedroom,” you ask them breathlessly.

[curiouspupsicle]

Good Omens Fan Fiction Friday (7/4/25) - Memory Loss

Fic writers have penned amazing memory loss fics after its central role in season two of Good Omens. Some are heartbreakingly tender. Others are ridiculously silly. Whether set in the canon universe or a human AU, stories of memory loss are amazingly rich. Here are a few of my favorites.

First up is Save Me (T) by atimefeeler/@atimesfeeler. Anthony wakes up in the hospital suffering from a concussion and no memories. He also finds a note, written in blood, threatening him. While trying to figure out who he is, he decides to keep his memory loss a secret. After all, anyone in his phone contacts could be a potential killer. Even the mysterious "Angel." This is a tense but also tender story. It's a lovely example of how our favorite demon and angel are drawn together even when one of them doesn't remember why.

In ain't no cure for love (E) by @may--hawk, Crowley experiences strange things in the bookshop after Aziraphale returns to heaven. This is a thrilling story I don't want to spoil any more than I already have by including it on this list. But it makes smashing use of Terry Pratchett's L-Space. Definitely worth a read--especially if you need a speculative season three to tide you over until the finale arrives. A couple sit at a table reading a note that says one of them is an angel and the other is a demon. They have half an hour to figure out which is which or face the consequences in guess who (T) by attheborder/@areyougonnabe. It's a silly bit of South Downs fluff.

Aziraphale wakes as a 38th order scrivener missing his memories with a cryptic note he left for himself in Light the Corners of my Mind (G) by cyankelpie/@ineffable-kelpie. He has to figure out what happened. Unfortunately, the one being who might be able to help is avoiding him. This is one of a series of amnesia flicks by cyankelpie that I haven't read. But I loved this one. It was tender and emotional.

@eggysoupy writes about Crowley telling Aziraphale he loves him through the ages in everything i've had but couldn't keep (T). But for some reason, he never remembers doing it. It's as sweet as the song that inspires the title.

After the Armageddon't, Crowley arrives at the bookshop to pick up Aziraphale for their date. But the angel has no memory of him. Strangers Again (patria sine memoria) (M) by doric_column tells the story of Crowley trying to figure out what happened. It's such a clever story that evolved as the writer watched season two. And it finishes in such a satisfying way. I loved it!

Moving on to human AUs, we have How Could I Forget (E) by JessnotJessie. Aziraphale and Crowley love each other and have never admitted it. When Crowley falls and suffers a head injury in his plant shop, bookseller Aziraphale stays by his side. Surprisingly, the injured man with brain damage is not the only person forgetting things.

Grab your tissues. You'll need them when reading A Little Life (E) by @gaiaseyes451. Professor Crowley and bookseller Ezra fall in love and create a long and wonderful life together. No spoilers. But mind the tags.

Let's finish with a WIP I've been enjoying quite a bit, Still We Know Each Other So Well (E) by @paperclipninja. More than half way finished, this story asks the question, "What would happen if both Crowley and Aziraphale lost their memories?" It's an engaging mystery. Give it a look. Hope you find some enjoyable reads. Of course, they're a small selection. Please reblog and share your favorite memory loss fics in the comments. Support our wonderful fandom writers by leaving comments and kudos. I'll be back next Friday with more great fics related by theme. In the meantime, check out my other favorite fics on this pinned post of weekly Good Omens fan fiction recommendations. And if my faves appear to be your faves, check out my bookmarks on AO3--all the fics I rate in my top 10% of everything I've read.

[harpsinfinity]

Opposites attract

CHAPTER I → CHAPTER II (current) → CHAPTER III

→Frat-boy!jock!Chris X nerdy!fem!reader

→ you're back on the rugby pitch again, doing your duty. This time Chris gets a more serious injury, leading to your first actual interaction.

→ tags: @sinnamon-bunn @baepsays @socratestheegg @lettucel0ver @peachxkova

→ word count: 2.8k

→ notes: not gonna lie Chris and Piers are kind of assholes in his one I'm sorry

→ THEMED PLAYLIST

Here we go again:

Another day, another rugby match practice. Again; you had to convince yourself it would be worth it. All for the extra credit, for that scholarship to the prestigious college you were hoping to go to.

The more you thought about it, maybe you were somewhat equipped for the role of first aid. You'd done enough reading and research in your studies and spare time to understand how to treat wounds and injuries, whether they were minor or massive.

Right now, you are currently watching another practice. Is it boring? Yes. Would you rather be anywhere else? Absolutely.

So far your interactions with the team have been adequate. While the players can be dramatic with their injuries, some of them do have manners,

After all, a please and thank you go a long way.

Of course, the one player that seemed to stick out was none other than Chris. The constant arrogance that radiated off him was just plain annoying. And the pet names he used on every single girl he interacted with?

Doll, sweetie, sweetheart, babe.

You didn’t know how you’d put up with it. But you’d have to bite your tongue for this one.

You watched the match in front of you, the players that were clad in heavy gear and massive protective helmets. They were really getting into the match, it was clear how passionate each of them were about the sport. If you didn't have a distaste for the sport so much, you’d say it was quite admirable how much effort they exhibited in front of you.

Looking at some of the players as they tackled each other, you were able to make some of them out. No help from the big helmets on their head, obviously, but their jerseys. You also assumed that most of these players owned the same social status as Chris.

The player on the left — who was practically being shoved into the dirt head first — had the last name ‘Nivans’ on the back of his jersey. That was none other than Piers Nivans, yet another heartbreaker among the school population.

Of course, you hadn’t interacted with him. But he did seem somewhat nice, although whether that was just a front or not was up for debate, he was just as smooth and charming with the girls as Redfield was. Piers was one of Chris’ closest friends from what you could tell, maybe even his best friend. Although you were adamant that spot was taken up by Jill Valentine, seemingly by how much you'd seen them hanging out together.

On the right was Kennedy, Leon Kennedy — currently diving for the rugby ball — You didn’t know much about him either. But you did know he wasn’t just another player like Chris or Piers. You had met his girlfriend, Claire Redfield. Who also happened to be Chris’ younger sister.

Claire was a nice girl, you hadn’t spoken to her many times but she was kind to you, the type of girl to help those in need. You appreciated that. From observing Leon outside of rugby practice, he seemed decent compared to Piers and Chris; loyal to Claire, which you admired. You really admired loyalty, it seemed rare to come across lately.

The two of them looked like they were closest to Chris out of his many friends. Their interactions looked genuine, as if they knew Chris for Chris, and not his social status.

Though the amount of observation of them reminded you of your own status: lacking.

You were aware that you weren't popular, just a quiet kid who minded her own business. Though that wasn't enough to keep a target off of your back from bullying.

. . .

You had gotten so lost inside of your own mind that the sound of a loud thud followed by an equally loud grunt startled you from your musings. Flitting your gaze to the cause of the sound, you saw none other than Chris on the ground.

“Redfield’s down, first aid get over here!” the coach all but yells towards your direction.

That was your cue to scurry over to help Chris off the pitch, Chris looks up at you from his position on the mud tattered grass, realising who was currently trying to drag him off the pitch.

“Oh. it’s you again” He exhaled, almost in annoyance of your presence,

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “yes, it’s me again”

Your response was sarcastic.

When you had managed to guide Chris aside, the both of you were sitting with the plush grass beneath you as you began to do your work, first aid kit beside you.

“So, can you explain to me what exactly happened?” rummaging through the first aid kit, prepared by yourself, you began to get to the bottom of the incident.

“Nothin’ much” Chris began casually, planting his palms behind him and leaning back, looking anywhere but at the girl in front of him.

“Nivans just shoved me a little too hard, no biggie”

“Okay..That's a start” you nod, chewing your bottom lip as you look at his disheveled form through the frames of your glasses.

“Can you tell me what you fell on?”

You had a guess, considering he currently had a terrible nosebleed. Whether he noticed or not was up for debate.

“my head, obviously” Chris digressed; as if you were stupid. His muddied helmet, which now had a crack in the front, was set down beside him.

“Aren’t those specs supposed to help you see?”

Biting back the retort you had formed, you rummaged through the first aid kit and obtained a disposable cloth. You held it out to him,

“For your nose.” You stated simply as Chris took it from you to hold underneath his nose. You'd give him something to clean up the blood later.

You couldn't help but notice it looked like he was unable to focus on anything, his pupils irregular. He was also squinting more than usual when the sunlight caught his eyes.

You had a suspicion of what it was but you needed confirmation.

“..Can you follow my finger?” You ask, raising your finger.

Chris looks at you with a deadpan look, a brow raised,

“follow your finger?” He asked, as if he thought you were joking.

“Just follow it.” you practically commanded, beginning to move your finger side to side in front of his face.

With reluctance he began to do as he was asked.

But you could see he was struggling: a sign of concussion. His eyes seemed to be unfocused, having trouble following the simple task you'd given him.

You'd done enough research to know the signs. And they were crystal clear

“Okay.. You may have a concussion”

Chris lets out a ‘pfft’ sound, brushing your diagnosis off. “A concussion? Babe, i know you’re smart n’ all that but—”

He pauses momentarily to watch the ongoing movement of the match, his fingers briefly twitching. He wanted to get back out there, even though he wasn’t fit to.

“—You’re wrong this time.”

“I’m wrong?” irritation fills you from his arrogance as you parrot his words.

“Yep.”

"How many fingers am I holding up?”

You held up two fingers in front of him, in an attempt to prove your point further.

“Uhh..Three? Four?”

“No, I'm holding up two.”

“So?”

“So you have a concussion!”

You pushed up your glasses that had begun to slip down your nose. Chris was really beginning to grate along your nerves.

Exhaling through your nose, you took a second to compose yourself. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction that he was getting under your skin.

“So I really can't get back out on the pitch?”

You clenched your jaw, was he usually this stupid or was it just the concussion?

“No, you need to rest.”

You pass him a water bottle, having brought some for the team so they could avoid heatstroke during the summer heat.

“You can still do light exercise, but you should limit your screen time for a while to give your eyes a chance to recover.”

“Alright, miss smarty pants,” Chris teases “Guess I'm stayin’ here for the rest of the match.”

Smarty pants? That was a new one.

“Guess so.”

“Don't get too excited.”

“I won't.”

You could tell he was trying to use his charms for this one, though you could see right through him. He wasn't going to smooth talk his way into your life just to leave it as quickly as he entered.

. . .

The pair of you sat in silence for a while, watching the ongoing game. Chris would occasionally cheer for them or give enthusiastic reactions when one of his friends scored.

It did look quite rough. The way the players tackled and pushed and shoved each other. Personally, it wasn't for you. You didn't particularly enjoy getting your face shoved into the mud.

“What's someone like you doing here anyway?”

Chris broke the silence as he inches a little closer to you to hear your answer.

“Someone like me?” You inquire, it was clear Chris had already pegged you as a certain type of person.

He's made an assumption in other words.

“A nerd.”

“A nerd..” You mirror, looking down at the grass below you, its freshly cut scent plaguing you.

“Yeah.”

“Extra credit.” You reply simply, you weren't going to spare extra information for him.

“I'm guessin’ you're wanting to get into some prestigious college huh?”

“correct.”

Usually Chris had no business messing with people like you; nerds, introverts. You were the type of person he'd usually ignore, giving them a momentarily glance at best.

But something about you seemed to intrigue him, something he couldn't put his finger on. But him with you? Someone he considered a nobody? Absolutely not.

Chris Redfield doesn't mess with nerds.

“How's your head?” You mumble the question, bored out of your mind as you just waited for the match —and this— to be over.

“poundin’” Chris returns,

“Sounds about right,” Shoving your glasses up the bridge of your nose once more. “You'll be fine.”

“Guess I will be, since I got you playin’ nurse.” He jokes, trying to make the tension a bit lighter between the two of you.

He could tell you weren't fond of him, which was new. He was more than used to being practically worshipped. Always out somewhere with his friends, pretty girls hanging off his arms.

Your disinterest was new, almost refreshing. You weren't suffocating like the rest of them.

“Don't get used to it.”

Your replies were mainly short and simple, you didn't have much to share unless it was something you'd consider significant information.

Another thing Chris wasn't used to, including your appearance. A stark difference to the usual cheerleader he'd find himself on top of. There was no bleach blonde hair, no fake tan or skimpy outfits.

Just long skirts and pink cardigans. It was almost much easier on the eyes compared to the cheerleaders.

“Never caught your name, smarty pants”

Chris spoke, you nearly rolled your eyes at the name he gave you. It looks like ‘smarty pants’ was going to stick whether he knew your name or not.

“Well it's not ‘smarty pants’” You retorted, as well as reluctantly sharing your name with him.

Chris hummed to your response, now knowing your name. He tested your name out, seeing how it rolled off his tongue easily.

The noise of the coaches whistle brought an end to the bare bones conversation as well as signalling the end of the match.

‘Finally’ you thought.

You stand up, taking the first aid kit with you. Before leaving, you turn to Chris who was also standing with you.

“I’d go to the school nurse after this if I were you, she can give you proper treatment.”

Chris nods in acknowledgement of your advice,

“Good to know,” he responds “I'll catch you later, smarty pants”

With that he went to join the rest of the team before you could answer to his taunting of you.

It was over now, you could let it go.

. . .

The team was now in the locker rooms, cleaning up from the earlier match.

Everyone was bruised and covered in mud, their muscles sure to ache for the next couple of days.

“Hey, Redfield!”

Piers beckoned Chris over, Leon was beside him as they were all getting back into regular clothes. Chris’ attention was caught as he waltzed over casually.

“Leon, Piers, What's up?” He greeted them.

“Saw you getting cosy with the first aider during the match” Piers taunted, he'd obviously seen the interaction between the two of you.

Chris scoffed, "I had a concussion, which was from you by the way. She was only helping.”

Piers had a playful grin on his face, putting his hands in the air to surrender,

“alright, alright” he bit back a laugh, “my fault then”

Chris rolled his eyes, laughing along with him as he put his dirty clothes in a bag to be taken home and washed. They were covered in mud, dirt and sweat.

“Who even is that girl anyway?” Piers questioned “I've seen her around, but she's as quiet as a mouse.”

Chris told them your name, and that you were only sticking around for extra credit. Not because you were interested in the sport.

“So, she's just another nerd wandering around school?” He snickered.

Leon shook his head, playfully whipping Piers with his shirt as if to reprimand him.

"No, she's just a regular girl,” Leon states, defending you. “Claire has spoken with her, said she's a nice girl. They're in the same class together.”

“Claire'll speak to anybody, she's too kind.”

“True.”

“Speaking of, I've gotta take off. Claire's waiting for me”

Leon had his things together, waving off the other two as he left.

“We'll catch you later, man!” Chris called out.

The room was quieter now, as the rest of the team members slowly began to leave.

“So, how about that nerd?” Piers drawled, shutting his locker.

Chris turned to him after shutting his own,

“What about her?” He inquired, settling his gym bag on his shoulder.

“You gonna go for her?” There was a teasing glint in his eyes as he spoke,

“Thought I saw you batting your eyes at her” He jested, barking a laugh when Chris shoved at him.

"A girl like her? What do you think?” Chris snorted,

“Plus I've got company tonight, remember?”

“Oh right, the cheer captain? You're still messing with her?”

Chris gave an arrogant huff, puffing his chest up. As if to say ‘obviously’

“Yep, got that girl wrapped around my finger.”

The two of them laughed at the poor girl's expense. Unfortunately she was just another one of the poor souls Chris would use and drop whenever he got bored.

. . .

The sound of your own locker shutting echoed around the almost empty hallway. You'd come to collect your bag and textbooks now that the day was over.

It was safe to say you were exhausted after today. You couldn't wait to get home and curled up in bed with a good book.

That thought provided you a slither of relief, until you were that familiar, agitating, grating voice behind you.

“Hey, smarty pants. Didn't expect to run into you again” You could just hear the hubris in his voice. It agitated you to no end.

Reluctantly, you turned around to face him. Noticing he brought Piers with him. Great.

“Chris.” You acknowledge simply.

“You know it's the end of the day, right?” Piers huffed, you could tell this was going to be the start to one of his great insults.

“Unless you've got a science club to run off to. Or, was it maths?”

He snorted to himself. He seriously seemed like a dork undercover, or just in the body of a jock.

“Funny,” you reply with sarcasm and contempt. “I was just leaving. So, if you'll excuse me.”

Gritting your teeth you push past them, only to be stopped by Chris.

“Hey, wait!” He calls after you “I just wanted to thank you.”

Your eyes widened just that little bit, this felt rare. Someone thanking you, especially a jock like Chris.

“Thank me?”

“Yeah, for earlier. Took your advice and went to the nurse, she fixed me up.”

You let his thanks sink in, nodding slowly

“Right..Well, uh, no worries” You return, feeling a slight warmth to your cheeks.

It was a strange tenderness coming from him, receiving his gratitude. For a moment, you thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Until that moment just had to be ruined.

“Don't you have a pile of books to be tripping over?” Piers resumed his taunting of you.

For a split second you could see a glint of annoyance in Chris' eyes. Yet it was gone as quickly as it came.

You huffed, shaking your head and turning on your heels. The sounds of your footsteps and the laughter of what seemed to be Piers and Chris echoed with them.

Maybe jocks were that bad after all.

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Reading about the Winged Ford in your new chapter made me come up with something fun.

ONE-WINGED MYSTERY TWINS!!

Dipper and Mabel that were cursed?blessed? with guardian shapeshifting wings. Dipper has an Ice guardian wing that can take many forms, but usually shapeshifts into a normal man. As his guardian, he's extremely protective and doesn't take kindly to anyone coming near Dipper besides his sister, attacking anything that so much looks at him funny.

Mabel has a Fire guardian wing that just like Dipper's, also usually takes the form of a normal man (they're awfully similar if you look close enough, like twins). He's also very protective of Mabel and doesn't like strangers, but it's less coddling and let her roam around freely without attacking unsuspecting strangers... most of the time (Dipper is extremely jealous of that, can't his wing be more chill like that? he's made of ice!)

The wings bicker a lot, the kids can't understand what they're saying but they suspect that they fight a lot about how to properly take care of them, as fight ensues whenever the Ice guardian forbids Dipper of going some place and when the Fire guardian attacks an enemy in a very dangerous way, startling Mabel.

Now, I don't know what happened, were they born with these wings? or they got tied to them when they visited Gravity Falls with Grandpa Shermie after messing with an artifact they shouldn't? Whatever sounds more interesting to you :)

Hmmmmm. HHHHMMMM. Hm.

Lot of unknown variables here, I'm assuming Ford is the ice one and Stan's the fire? Hmm. Give me a moment.

Lets add some background first, establish it.

Stan and Ford were one creature at some point and got split, Stan becoming Stanley and Stanford. At first it was confusing and awful, one being trying to control its two separate pieces and survive, trying to go back to itself, but over time the slightly different experiences turned them both into their own individuals. It wasn't a horrible thing, each side able to cover areas and help each other now that their power was split down the middle. What used to be a elemental being of ice and fire, a powerful elemental spirit, now an ice and fire spirit, working together to try and become themself again and protect each other.

Except as time went on Stanford realized he liked being his own person. He didn't want to go back to being what he was, he wanted to be Ford, it was nice, he got to do things the other part of himself held no or little interest in, and did they really need to go back? Life was fine, and eventually Stan would also want to be his own spirit, maybe hang out with other fire spirits and stop threatening Fords books by walking around. Besides, if they remerge Ford will disappear, and so will Stanley, they'll turn into a totally different person. Then instead of telling Stan (who desperately wanted to go back to being himself he dropped the ley, didn't want to be 'the dumb half' of himself) he just.. stopped trying. Stan would find a lead, Ford would 'research' but really just did whatever he wanted, promising Stan he was looking into it and getting more annoyed at all the pestering.

Stan finds out he's lying, they get into a huge fight, and make such a huge mess the Axolotl comes down and goes 'yo, stop'.

Well its not their boss. Myeh.

Yes it is, and if they really want to get what they want, they need to successfully complete its trial. All they gotta do is protect this pair of twins until they reach thirteen, and if they succeed they'll get their true hearts desire.

So Stan is Mabels assigned guardian, but he's not her dad. Sure she can run around, he'll keep an eye out for actual danger while Ford freaks out at every little thing Dipper gets involved with.

The idea is that what both Pines classic really want is to be with each other as a team, and by watching a natural pair of twins they can learn to coexist as separate but united entities. They don't know that of course, Ford thinks he'll finally get to go and be his own spirit, free of any kinds of expectations, Stan thinks they'll finally go back to being one person. Both fight about the 'correct' way to protect their charges and learn nothing.

The kids are born with their shapeshifting wing guardian, can't really understand the language they speak, but as they grow it becomes more and more obvious that each guardian loves them both, worries about their safety and bonds with them. Makes sure to hide when they have to go to school and keeps them safe from bullies and any who mean them harm.

Shenanigans ensue, Bill is involved somehow, Kids turn thirteen in the middle of a crisis of some kind, Ford uses his newfound freedom to try and take Bill down, fails, kids try to take Bill down, fail, its up to Stan! Stan fails also.

Time for the ultimate sacrifice, Ford does know how to turn them back, has known for years, but if they do they'll stop existing as themselves, their consciousness will smash against each other and collapse back into some new Stanleyford. Or FordStan. Some name it will come up with once they merge.

But its that or lose the kids and let Bill loose. Ford casts the spell, merges them back into one being. Beats Bill, saves the kids, and they learn that their guardians sacrificed themselves, tearfully ask who this new guy is, only for him to burst into tears, because its still Ford. Stan didn't fight to exist, let himself crumble into pieces and now its just Ford, all by himself and its exactly what he wanted and the worst thing he ever could have imagined.

Sad ending, Fords the new spirit, and he's gonna look after Dipper and Mabel until they grow up, then becomes a sad old hermit, nothing but the whispering remnants of his other half to keep him company :(

Happy end! Ford recreates the incident that split them in the first place, pops back into existence, whirls around, grin on his face, only for Stan to still not be himself, his mind still fragmented pieces (post memory wipe Stan). The kids help him come back through the power of Love and scrapbooks full of memories of the four of them growing up together, then Stan and Ford decide to keep looking after Dipper and Mabel until they can effectively look after themselves.

Anyway thats what I got!

[marypsue]

I freely admit that this post is more propaganda to try to get people to consider using a book journal than me actually believing that People In General keep book journals, but consider: keeping a book journal.

[exopelagic]

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[that-one-girl2020]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: K-Pop Demon Hunters has me in a chokehold and I have so many ideas floating around in my head but I’m really bad at actually writing and executing them. But I had to write something to help with this fixation. Also, I don’t know how the Honmoon works. Like, can anyone alter or control it after some training? Do you need to be born with a certain predisposition? So, I kinda just made some stuff up.

Edit: Now has Part 2! Part 3! Part 4! Part 5! Part 6! Part 7!

‼️SPOILERS FOR KPDH‼️

“Okay, you guys are just going down there, right? I’m gonna go pick up some groceries,” You tell the three girls in disguise.

“Thanks, (Y/n)!”

“Thanks.”

“Thanks, (Y/n).”

Sighing, you wave over your shoulder as you separate from the girls. You managed their wardrobe and visuals, you were able to take the vague ideas in their heads and their music and bring them together in stunning visuals while maintaining their individual styles and own input.

But, you were also Rumi’s twin sister. You grew up alongside her under the guidance of your Aunt Celine. You trained with her, learning to fight, dance, and sing with her. However… You were never able to tap into the Honmoon like her or Mira or Zoey.

Which meant you couldn’t debut with your sister or help her with the Honmoon. All you could do was support her and the other girls how your Aunt Celine taught you: Cover up, keep your patterns hidden, cook for them, clean for them, make sure they always look beautiful, no fractures or faults in their image. And no faults of your own must ever be visible either.

You love your sister, there was never any doubt about that. And you love Mira and Zoey too, they were practically your sisters too. But you couldn’t help but feel… invisible and jealous sometimes. You wanted to perform too. Just once.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You were shaken from your thoughts by a smooth, male voice and a colorful flier being held out to you. Looking further up, your eyes widened and your face warmed at the sight of such a handsome guy right in front of you. You were no stranger to beauty working in the idol industry, but wow. Soft, black hair, warm brown eyes, clear skin and a soft smile. Your heart couldn’t help but skip.

“Uhm, I’m sorry,” You shook your head, trying to focus on listening to what the boy said. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly, your face still hot, “Can I help you?”

He smiled kindly, “My friends and I are having our debut performance this afternoon just a street over. We’d love for you to come watch and support us.”

Flustered by his charm and his beauty, you took the flier from him. “The Saja Boys…” You read. Looking around, you tried to spot the rest of his group.

You were startled when an arm suddenly landed on your shoulders. Actually, make that two arms.

Looking up, two more gorgeously unreal guys were on each side of you, an arm around each of your shoulders. One was a buff beauty with shorter magenta hair in a yellow beanie, his shirt hanging on for dear life. The other had longer pink hair that framed his face in a heart shape.

“That’s right,” the long haired guy smiled on your left.

“We’re the Saja Boys,” the buff guy on your right smirked. The two boys spun to slide into place on each side of the black haired guy, the three posing. “I’m Abby,” the muscle man posed, flexing which caused his shirt to strain.

“I’m Romance~” He blew a kiss at you.

“And I’m Jinu,” the black haired guy winked, smiling which made your heart pound all that harder to be the center of attention of three gorgeous guys. “We also have Baby and Mystery who are passing out fliers somewhere as well.”

“Right here, boss.” Oh great, more hot guys to make your heart explode.

A mint haired guy looked at you out of the corner of his eye as he walked past, joining the other three with a cool air. Another guy with long, pastel hair that covered most of his face walked past as well. Did he just smell you…? Was he purring…?

Oh boy. These boys were gonna give you a heart attack at this rate. Your heart was racing and you felt so flustered and awkward having their attention. “Uhm, wow, sorry, I’ll try to be there to support your debut! If you’ll excuse me,” You gave a small bow. Escape. Too many hot guys.

“You promise, sweetheart?~”

Your face flushed darker and you hurried away faster, “Y-Yup! See you there! Good luck!” You had groceries to get.

After getting enough groceries for you and the Huntr/x girls, you checked the time and noted that you had time to see that debut performance. The girls hadn’t texted that they headed back yet so they must still be at the doctors. Carrying the bags, you walked over to the other street, which was only a little more crowded than usual.

It seemed like you were just in time as a cloud of pink smoke grew in the middle of the street. You got closer as music started to fill the street and from the smoke, the five boys appeared.

“Don't want you, need you~ Yeah, I need you to fill me up~ 마시고 마셔 봐도~ 성에 차지 않아~ Got a feeling that, oh, yeah (Yeah)~ You could be everything that~ That I need (Need), taste so sweet (Sweet)~ Every sip makes me want more, yeah~” The black haired guy, Jinu, seemed to take the main vocals. The song was so bouncy and catchy that you couldn’t help but bounce your shoulders as the crowd grew around you. You got pushed to the front of the crowd and blushed as Jinu winked at you. You blushed, holding your groceries tighter.

“You're all I can think of~ Every drop I drink up~ You're my soda pop~ My little soda pop~ Cool me down, you're so hot~ Pour me up, I won't stop~ You're my soda pop~ My little soda pop~”

Okay, Huntr/x would always have your whole heartfelt support as your favorite group, but the Saja Boys were also really good… Like, if you weren’t Rumi’s sister, you might’ve jumped ship…

You were just a girl after all…

You blinked when some of the boys started blowing kisses into the crowd, launching hearts out of thin air. If they were just debuting, how’d they afford such great special effects…? These boys must’ve worked hard.

At least you thought so until you saw a flash of demon patterns and eyes on some of the boys.

You gasped. Were they… like you and Rumi? Part demons? Wait, no, they can control their demon features, you and Rumi can’t. No matter how much you tried to hide the growing patterns inching across your skin, it never worked. All you could do was cover up with long sleeves and pants.

They were just performing though. The girls would probably kill them as soon as they could once they caught wind of this demon idol group, because demons were all evil, emotionless creatures… But, if they were just demon guys performing because they wanted to perform, if they were nice demons, then wouldn’t that help prove that it was okay for you to live too…?

They helped the girl at the corn dog stand and gave those stressed kids some gifts, and they didn’t try to suck a soul once.

Your heart pounded, not just with how attractive the five were, but with hope.

The performance ended as the boys took their final poses before taking a moment to wave and send kisses into the crowd. As you scanned the group of boys, Romance sent you a flying kiss, Abby flashed you some finger hearts, Jinu’s smile widened at you, Baby raised an eyebrow at you, and Mystery gave a head nod.

What were you supposed to do now…?

[sylvianritual]

Israel has launched violent attacks against the people of Gaza once again, with complete disregard for the supposed ceasefire they agreed to. The death counts keep rising and it's no secret that Israel not only kills Palestinian children, but specifically targets them. My friend Sahar @reallyoptimisticface was separated from her children before the current aggression started, and they have been living in Gaza without their parents for almost two years. She knows that they live in danger, and we both worry for them daily. The area they're currently in is an extremely dangerous zone and the lack of connection makes communication hard. Her older daughter Diana has been caring for her younger siblings, but she's suffered burns and wounds from being forced to cook over open flames.

As more news comes out and we see the extent of the Israeli violence, Sahar worries her children may be next. Please stand by her and support her so she can see her children again, bring them to safety, and be together as a family. No child should have to live through this. Your donations can give them some hope.

Read this post for her vetting info

Sahars campaign has been moving so slow, but her children can't wait on this money. If you are able please donate, it's the most effective way to help them.

[chronicbitchsyndrome]

so: masking: good, unequivocally. please mask and please educate others on why they should mask to make the world safer for immune compromised people to participate in.

however: masking is not my policy focus and it shouldn't be yours, either. masking is a very good mitigation against droplet-born illnesses and a slightly less effective (but still very good) mitigation against airborne illnesses, but its place in the pyramid of mitigation demands is pretty low, for several reasons:

it's an individual mitigation, not a systemic one. the best mitigations to make public life more accessible affect everyone without distributing the majority of the effort among individuals (who may not be able to comply, may not have access to education on how to comply, or may be actively malicious).

it's a post-hoc mitigation, or to put it another way, it's a band-aid over the underlying problem. even if it was possible to enforce, universal masking still wouldn't address the underlying problem that it is dangerous for sick people and immune compromised people to be in the same public locations to begin with. this is a solvable problem! we have created the societal conditions for this problem!

here are my policy focuses:

upgraded air filtration and ventilation systems for all public buildings. appropriate ventilation should be just as bog-standard as appropriately clean running water. an indoor venue without a ventilation system capable of performing 5 complete air changes per hour should be like encountering a public restroom without any sinks or hand sanitizer stations whatsoever.

enforced paid sick leave for all employees until 3-5 days without symptoms. the vast majority of respiratory and food-borne illnesses circulate through industry sectors where employees come into work while experiencing symptoms. a taco bell worker should never be making food while experiencing strep throat symptoms, even without a strep diagnosis.

enforced virtual schooling options for sick students. the other vast majority of respiratory and food-borne illnesses circulate through schools. the proximity of so many kids and teenagers together indoors (with little to no proper ventilation and high levels of physical activity) means that if even one person comes to school sick, hundreds will be infected in the following few days. those students will most likely infect their parents as well. allowing students to complete all readings and coursework through sites like blackboard or compass while sick will cut down massively on disease transmission.

accessible testing for everyone. not just for COVID; if there's a test for any contagious illness capable of being performed outside of lab conditions, there should be a regulated option for performing that test at home (similar to COVID rapid tests). if a test can only be performed under lab conditions, there should be a government-subsidized program to provide free of charge testing to anyone who needs it, through urgent cares and pharmacies.

the last thing to note is that these things stack; upgraded ventilation systems in all public buildings mean that students and employees get sick less often to begin with, making it less burdensome for students and employees to be absent due to sickness, and making it more likely that sick individuals will choose to stay home themselves (since it's not so costly for them).

masking is great! keep masking! please use masking as a rhetorical "this is what we can do as individuals to make public life safer while we're pushing for drastic policy changes," and don't get complacent in either direction--don't assume that masking is all you need to do or an acceptable forever-solution, and equally, don't fall prey to thinking that pushing for policy change "makes up" for not masking in public. it's not a game with scores and sides; masking is a material thing you can do to help the individual people you interact with one by one, and policy changes are what's going to make the entirety of public life safer for all immune compromised people.

[lokissweater]

promise

{mlb!megumi fushiguro x f!reader}

summary: halloween calls for pumpkin carving, cliche horror movies, and most importantly, a penthouse halloween party— only the best of the best invited amongst the world of professional athletes and teams, and you looking forward to this event and giddy as you stood in the ambiance of fake spiderwebs and skeletons…. but megumi is tested. patience running thin when every single man there seemed to track you like a dog, and you thrown off when a certain megumi admirer crosses the line with her absurd words and phrasing… unbeknownst to you that she had it out for you, planning schemes to get what she wants and stopping at nothing to get it— and what she wants being something that already belonged to you… megumi fushiguro.

warnings: MDNI. FLUUUFFF, angst, JEALOUSYYY YEESH, mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of inebriation, afab!reader, cursing, use of y/n, pet names, penthouse party, FERAL SMUUTT, dom reader AND dom megumi HEEE, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it y’all), bondage, creampie, scary halloween sex, megumi is COOCKOO IN THE COCONUTS, reader is bratty, megumi is a jealous freak, all characters are aged up.

word count: 19.8k

authors note: OKAAAYYY MLB!MEGUMI FOOOUURRR AAAHHH THIS IS CRAZZZYYY !! LETS ALL COME TOGETHER AND PRAAYYY for what y’all are about to read, and i hope you all LOVEE ITT AND THIRST WITHH MEEE !!! UGH this was an absolute privilege to write for you all and i can only hope once again that i delivered !! <333 I LOVE YOU SOOOO SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT !! <333 MWAAAHHH !!

i highly advise you to read the other parts of this series or else you won’t be able to understand some of the storyline and references :( you can find my mlb!megumi fushiguro masterlist here!

“what’s that baby.”

you leaned away from the mirror and looked at megumi, him sat patiently and content on the edge of the tub as he watched you do your makeup.

“this?” you held up your mascara wand and he nodded. “mascara gumi! it goes on my lashes and helps them look preeettyyy.”

you looked to the mirror and leaned over the sink again, dipping the mascara wand in the tube, muttering. “or at least i hope it does…”

megumi huffed a breath of amused air through his nose. “it does.”

you grinned, stepping away from the sink and walking over to him as you extended an arm, offering the little wand.

“wanna help mee?”

he pinched his brows momentarily before reaching and taking it from your waiting hand, mumbling. “i don’t know how baby… i don’t wanna poke your eye.”

you laughed a little and perched yourself up on his lap gently, megumi readjusting so you’d be comfortable and placing a cold hand on your thigh.

“you won’t gumi! i’ll show you look—”

you took the wand back from him and raised the bristle to your eye, sliding it up slowly against your lash as megumi focused his gaze on what you were doing, face so serious that it made you giggle.

“here! you try.” you smiled sweetly, passing it back to him as you excitedly waited for him to copy what you did.

he brought the bristle to your other eye, fingers coming up to gently hold your jaw and keep you in place as he brought up the wand, delicately running the mascara over your lashes with precision.

you stared at him, the way his deep blue eyes tracked his own movements so carefully with furrowed eyebrows as you could tell he was trying his hardest to stay away from your actual eyeball, you finding it difficult to stay still and not swoon over his striking features that never failed to hinder your normal brainy functions— his face close to yours.

“gumi.”

“hm?”

“your lashes are so beautiful.”

the side of his lip curled up in amusement.

“they’re.. eyelashes.”

“lucious eyelashes my god…” you murmured as he moved the bristles away from you and lowered his hand. “they’re so long and sexy.”

he snorted and lifted his hand to give you back the wand, you happily taking it as he then mushed your cheeks together with his fingers and kissed your puckered lips.

“you almost ready.”

“yes!” you responded, standing from his lap and walking over to the sink to take a look at his work, giving him a cheeky thumbs up at the results with a cute smile before dipping the bristles back in the shiny gold tube, coating a bit more of the product on your lash for a fuller look.

halloween was one of your most favorite holidays of the year, right next to valentine’s day and megumi’s birthday as the overall feel of horror, carved pumpkins, and cheesy gore just did something to you that made you sickeningly giddy and riled up whenever you and megumi participated in fall activities each year.

and today was just that— you and your boyfriend getting ready (well mostly you) for a halloween party taking place just about an hour from now, going as a couples costume that consisted of you dressed up as a slutty cupid and him one of your victims, his simple white long sleeved button up and black pants all it was since you didn’t have the heart to make him wear an actual costume, knowing he would probably be embarrassed by it and keep the fact from you.

but the event you were attending wasn’t just any halloween party.

it was the fucking halloween party for any professional athlete across the globe, exclusive as hell, and teams from literally everywhere invited as long as they were the best of the best and honed in several winning titles under their belts— megumi and his team being no exception as they got invited every single year with the event manager practically begging megumi and yuji in particular to attend, but megumi always missing out every year due to his general dislike for parties.

but you loved parties. and he knew that.

and seeing how upset you got last year not being able to go because one of your professors decided to be a dick and assign an exam the day of halloween—

megumi silently made sure that this year you both would be able to go, regardless of what he thought about parties so as long as you were there.

“i just need to put on my corset and wings.” you screwed the mascara tube shut. “i’ll be back!—”

“you’re not changing in here?” he asked confusedly.

“…no.”

“why not.”

“because i need privacy gumi.”

he gave you a deadpanned look. “i’ve seen you naked baby.”

a fiery pink blush rose to your cheeks as you started stiffly side stepping closer to the door.

“okay?” you pursed your lips. “water is wet. the sky is blue. i’m horny because of your costume—”

megumi laughed loudly as your voice trailed off down the hall, you skipping into his room and throwing your top off over your head so you could put on your cherry red corset, it already fucking suffocating you and you hadn’t even tied the laces yet as you quickly slipped on your white thigh high socks and little wings, running down the hall again back to the restroom.

“oh my god i can’t breathe—”

“jesus christ.”

“what?!” you froze and looked down at your costume. “what does it look bad? do i look trashy? do i look stupid—”

“no baby no.” megumi spoke gently, embarrassed that he accidentally let his reaction slip. “s’cute. i like it.”

you smiled sweetly, nodding and turning to look at the mirror to lace up your corset— each tug and pull from your hands only pushing your godly tits further up and up and up until megumi had to grip the sides of the tub to keep himself from grabbing you and taking your white mini skirt off, your soft tits now sitting pretty and puffy at the top of your corset with a tied lacey bow.

you breathed in deeply as you set your hands on your hips, barely even having room to properly exhale as you tried to get yourself accustomed to it.

“i’m gonna die.”

megumi chuckled and stood, walking over to you and settling his long arms around your waist, pulling you in.

“loosen it a little baby.” he leaned to the side to look at your skirt, one hand coming down to tug at it. “is this how short it is?”

“yup!” you cheekily grinned, pecking his rosy cheek. “i’m going as a little slut.”

he playfully rolled his eyes and smoothed his hands over the material of your corset, eyes wanting to lock themselves straight with your tits again but refraining himself from doing so.

“and halloween is like my religion gumi.” you propped your chin up on his chest. “it’d be a disgrace if i loosened up my corset like a freaking loser.”

megumi laughed, his pearly smile making your heart flutter as you stood up on your tippy toes and kissed him.

“kay, you ready?”

he looked at you confusedly. “for what?”

“for the lipstick kisses!” you stepped away from his arms and dug into your makeup bag on the counter. “it’s part of your costume baby it’s like i made you fall in love but with me ‘cause i’m cupid and i shot you with an arrow and now you love me and stuff…”

megumi watched you pull out your red lipstick and unscrew the top, sliding the end of it over your lips carefully before pressing them into a thin line and spreading the product around, leaning back from the mirror.

you turned to him. “ready ready?”

he nodded and let you tug him down by his collar, you undoing a few buttons from the top so his chest would show as you moved and pressed a gentle but solid kiss to his collarbone.

and megumi took note of then that you never really had to do anything for him to get riled up, because you being you and with each little kiss that trailed up his neck and left behind scattered red lipstick marks, had him blushing furiously and looking to the side, a particular peck to the edge of his adam’s apple causing him to harshly suck in a breath through his nose.

megumi loved halloween.

you finished with a kiss to his jaw, pulling back and eyes lighting up at the sight of him covered in your red smooches, you gently nudging him to look in the mirror.

“you look so cuuutee guumiii!” you gushed, a silly smile on your face as you admired your work and pointed at him funnily through the mirror, but faltering and head snapping in his direction once you saw his blank blinking eyes.

“what?” you asked softly, brows furrowed in concern. “are you okay? do you not like it? i could— i could take it off—”

you went to reach for the makeup wipes in your bag until megumi caught your wrist and yanked you forward, dropping his face into your breasts and biting down on a puffy tit as you gasped.

“gumi!” you laughed, hands pushing at his chest as he dragged a long wet stripe up from your boob to the side of your neck. “not right now!”

“why not.” he mumbled, pulling your waist in again and biting down on the side of your neck, his mouth traveling back to your tits. “i’ll be fast.”

your cheeks grew hot as he gnawed and bit over your boobs, your body melting with each lick and little by little giving in to him as you felt yourself dazedly lean forward into his chest.

but the party.

“w— won’t we be late?” you asked softly, thighs clamping together at the way he slipped his hand up your skirt to grope your ass.

“just a little pretty baby…” he murmured against your skin, fingers slowly creeping under your panties. “wanna feel you around my—”

a blaring chime rang through the bathroom, your phone vibrating against the counter as you tried to pull away from megumi and retrieve it.

“my— baby my phone—”

“leave it.”

“but it’s my best friend—”

you extended a strained arm, outstretched fingers clawing to grab at your phone as he continued to assault your neck and tits, almost knocking it off the counter instead as you alternately decided to put your phone on speaker, tapping your finger on the screen to answer the call with your frame still utterly caged in megumi’s arms.

“hel—”

“y/n oh my god please help me!”

your eyebrows furrowed in concern while you literally wrestled with your boyfriend at this point to let you go, him snickering and biting down harder on your skin as you giggled.

“what— what happened?”

“i can’t lace up my costumeee!” she whined. “are you at megumi’s place still?! yuji doesn’t know how to do it he almost snapped the ribbon twice and i can’t see because it’s on my back and we’re gonna be fucking late—”

you gasped. “oh no— yes! yes i am hurry so i can help you—”

“perfect i’m already at the door—”

megumi huffed, rolling his eyes as he straightened up and softly let you go, you looking up at him with apologetic eyes and reaching up to caress his cheek.

“i’m sorry gumi… we can have sex when we get back!”

“you can— what?!” your girl friend shrieked over the phone, both of megumi’s hands slapping over your mouth with blushing cheeks. “you freaks open the damn door!”

“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry!—”

megumi laughed and kissed your forehead, dropping his hands and turning to leave the bathroom to get the door as your girl friend still yelled over the other line— a combination of what you had said and about her corset until you actually heard her in person down the hallway through the living room.

“y/n help me please dear god— move megumi—”

fast clicking heels echoed down the hall until they reached you, your best friend heaving as she slumped against the door frame with a trail of dark blue ribbon behind her, the corset of her slutty police officer costume loose around her body as she clutched it against herself.

“i’m so scared the ribbon is gonna snap.” she breathed out. “yuji pulled it so fucking hard i heard a rip—”

“is it okay?!”

yuji ran into the bathroom as soon as you ushered her in and gently turned her around, inspecting the ribbon.

“babe i’m sorry i’m so sorry please forgive me—”

“why did you keep tightening it when i told you to stop?” your girl friend stressed, holding onto the edge of the counter as you proceeded to lace up her corset.

“i don’t know i’m stupid i’m sorry—”

“it’s fine—”

“no i need the death penalty right now—”

megumi appeared behind yuji then with a cold look on his face, arms crossed as he leaned against the hallway wall and listened to the commotion happening in his own fucking apartment that annoyingly hindered the moment he was having with you minutes prior.

“you guys the ribbon is okay.” you began, quickly fastening it through various loops and crosses. “there was a little tear in it but not that bad! it shouldn’t give out.”

they both breathed out a dramatic sigh of relief and you giggled at that, finishing up the lacing with a cute bow at the bottom that matched yours and stepping back, your girl friend happily looking at the ribbon through the mirror then before throwing her arms around your neck and giving you a big kiss on the cheek.

“i love you thank you!”

“mhm!” you sweetly responded, looking over and readjusting the rest of her costume as she started pinning down her little police officer hat, yuji guiltily sulking in the back and megumi disappearing off somewhere.

“babe i told you it’s okay!” your best friend laughed, turning around to ruffle up his pink hair. “it didn’t rip that much and you didn’t mean to at all either.”

he nodded and kissed her cheek, running a hand up and down her side.

“i know i just feel bad… i would’ve fucked up your costume.”

she shrugged, running her hands over his white ribbed tank top. “and we would’ve figured something else out! i was already thinking of using my shoe laces instead.”

you laughed a bit, the sight of yuji wearing bright orange prison pants with his top a funny one as your best friend reached into the back pocket of her shorts to pull out her phone, you fixing over the straps of your little cupid wings in the mirror.

“i’m gonna down every single fucking fruity drink i see.” you spoke excitedly. “oh! you guys do they still do the bottle sparkler drinks you told me about? the ones they bring out and light on fire and—”

“yeaahhh!” yuji exclaimed. “they do holy fuck i’m getting in line for that i don’t care if i black out drunk you only live once—”

your girl friends sudden gasp made you both jump and look at her.

“oh my god—” she frantically scrolled through her phone. “oh my god we have to go we have to go—”

“what?!” you peered over her shoulder to try and look at her screen. “why?! what happened what— are we too late—”

she spun around and grabbed your shoulders. “the— the nfl cheerleaders! they showed up y/n the fucking cheerleaders—”

“oh my god!” you quickly shoved your scattered about makeup into your bag and flung your curler and straightener under the sink. “we have to go we have to go we need to butter our way in this is our chance to be one of them—”

“oh my god oh my god—” she hurriedly pinned her toy badge to her chest before snatching yuji’s hand and running out of the bathroom, yelling from down the hall. “we’ll meet you guys there y/n! call me as soon as you park!”

“okay!” you called back, megumi soon after silently appearing with your cherry red mary jane pumps— dangling loosely from his fingers.

“oh my goodness thank you gumi i couldn’t find those!” you tumbled out quickly, following his lead when he guided you to sit down on the edge of the tub, him getting down on a knee and lifting your ankle up to slip and strap your heels on for you.

“did you hear?” you grinned, bouncing in your spot. “the nfl cheerleaders showed up.”

he chuckled lowly. “i did baby. i heard all the way from my room.”

you bit down on your bottom lip to suppress a squeal, megumi gently setting down one ankle and lifting the other.

“would you still love me if i was a cheerleader for the nfl.”

he snorted. “yes. why wouldn’t i?”

“because i’m betraying the mlb.” you pouted, him finished now and looking up at you with a tiny smile. “but it’s not my fault you guys don’t have cheerleaders! i would’ve tried out a long time ago if you did…”

he looked at you amusedly before kissing your lips and standing, helping you up on your heels with a hand and leading you out of the bathroom over to the living room.

“would you still love me if i was in football instead of baseball?” he asked, grabbing his keys from the counter and leaning down to tie his shoes.

you gave him a bewildered look.

“gumi i’d still love you even if you killed people for a living.” you mumbled. “or if you had a criminal record. or if you committed arson for fun. or even if you straight up didn’t love me back i’d probably stalk you—”

megumi laughed loudly and stood back up, shaking his head and pinching your little cheek at your last comment before opening the front door and stepping out with you.

“i wouldn’t mind that.”

you giggled. “you wouldn’t?”

he shook his head, a sly smile spreading across his face.

“i’d do worse.”

the only thing you all really knew about the whereabouts of the party, was that it was annually hosted at a penthouse in the city by an event manager who was obsessed with professional sports teams, but the details of exactly who’s penthouse was unknown… only that it was the biggest social event of the year with open bars and smoke machines and cocktail waitresses at every corner— any player who was someone in their respective sport always in attendance.

you had heard about it many times before through yuji and your best friend before you had officially met megumi, you every year wanting to go so bad but far too intimidated by the type of crowd that it was to actually show up, doomed to watch their stories on social media and the cheerleaders you followed having the time of their lives doing shots from a cut in half bamboo pole with various others in a line— moping around in your room with nothing better to do.

but now you were eternally grateful that you finally got to go with none other than the person you loved most in your life, not wanting it any other way as megumi contently listened to you excitedly ramble and look through social media stories of the players already there in his passenger seat, interlaced fingers on the center console as he occasionally raised and kissed the back of your hand.

and upon arriving at the penthouse and leaving your vehicles at the parking garage, all of you were amazed to see that there was a line wrapped around the fucking building and down the street as you walked up, you nervous now for some reason while skipping through the entire line and going towards the security guard inside the lobby.

and you’ve always admired and taken pride in the fact that megumi was the best at his sport and was recognized immensely for it despite his indifferent stoic image… but even more so now as the security guard didn’t even have to listen to yuji say who they were as he stepped to the side and pointed down the hall.

“last elevator to your left, button goes straight up. have a great night.”

you all thanked him and walked over to the elevator, piling in and pressing the golden lit button to the top floor before the doors gradually slid closed.

“if the bamboo shots already happened i’m gonna be pissed.” you mumbled, yuji and your best friend groaning in agreement as they chatted and watched the number in the elevator screen rise to thirty five and still going.

“if the bar runs out of those tiki cocktail mugs before we get there i’m actually gonna start fighting with the bartenders this time—”

“no you’re not.” your best friend cut yuji off as she laughed, lightly slapping his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his torso after.

you felt megumi nudge you and you looked, his head coming down and placing his lips to the side of your ear.

“try not to lose me baby.” he murmured. “call me if you do please. or look for yuji’s stupid bright pants.”

“hey!” he whined. “i heard that…”

you giggled hard and nodded, standing on your tippy toes to give him a cute kiss on the cheek.

“kay gumi!”

and the doors slid open just then, music blasting through and startling you and megumi as he grabbed your hand to interlock your fingers, your eyes shining like constellations at the massive scene before you as you all stepped inside— the entire penthouse lit in a dark purple neon hue with hanging skeletons and bats on the walls, fake spiderwebs hung at every corner and yellow caution tape strewn about, absolutely everyone dressed up and not a single one in regular attire as you navigated through the crowd, foggy air over the floor that sweeped and swayed with every movement.

and the walls were tall and humongous, a particular side playing a montage of various teams and specific players’ best moments of their season on a projector screen, your eyes immediately focusing to see if you could spot megumi in any of the flashing videos.

a cocktail waitress passed by with a tray of shots then, multiple hands coming from the crowd to take as your group did as well and downed them back, megumi scrunching up his face in distaste as he coughed into his elbow and put the shot glass back on the tray, you rubbing a comforting hand over his back.

“loooser!” your best friend teased and pointed at him, megumi scowling and slapping her hand away from his face before swinging an arm around your hip.

“no that shit was actually nasty..” you gagged, the rest of you following suit and placing the shot glasses back on the tray before the cocktail waitress disappeared somewhere in the crowd, yuji nodding in agreement.

“that’s why i hog the tiki bar every year— oh shit!—” he quickly whipped his head around with wide eyes. “babe babe my tiki mug where the fuck is the tiki bar?!”

“the fire! the fire!” your girl friend pointed up ahead, all of you turning your heads to see a crowded bar adorned with hibiscus flowers and actual lit torches, multiple bartenders behind the counter booked and busy as they mixed alcohols and shook their barrel shakers to serve drinks.

“oh there’s actually fire...” megumi mumbled. “indoors.”

you gasped. “oh my god gumi let’s go let’s go!” you grabbed his wrist with two hands and gently tugged him forward, a beaming smile on your face. “i want a tiki mug too!”

he laughed a little, nodding as you all started walking over to the bar, yuji literally shoving his way through to the front until the upper half of his body was toppled over the counter with flat palms on the surface.

“tiki mug!” he breathed out to the bartenders. “tiki mug is there still tiki mugs?!”

“itadori!” one of them greeted with a smile, his eyes flickering over to megumi. “and fushiguro?! i’ve never seen you at one of these! ever!”

megumi’s expression read nothing as he only nodded curtly, yuji impatiently waiting for the bartender to answer his question as he looked like he was about to rip his hair out, your best friend laughing.

“congrats on winning the world series last year!” he spoke again before reaching under the bar. “and for the mlb, of course i have tiki mugs!”

“oh thank god thank you i love you mister bartender!” yuji slumped against the counter with a hand over his heart.

“so what drink with it?” he lined up four tiki mugs on the bar. “i could do a piñacolada, blue hawaii, tropical bay breeze—”

“oh! could i do a blue hawaii please?” you asked politely, the bartender nodding and taking the rest of your orders before quickly getting to work and mixing alcohols together.

“megumi i’ll take your mug if you don’t want it!” yuji mentioned hopefully, tail basically wagging like a little dog.

“i’m giving it to y/n.”

“fuck!”

you giggled and patted his shoulder. “it’s okay! you can have it. just let me drink his drink first though heh.”

“oh thank you!” yuji threw his arms around your neck and you stumbled back, megumi quickly placing his hands on your waist to stabilize you. “you don’t understand every year i come to this damn party and there’s never tiki mugs i’ve been saved—”

“babe you’re not letting her breathe get off!” your girl friend laughed, tugging at his ribbed tank before he released you and spun around, engulfing her instead.

“sorry! arrest me!”

“yu!”

“cuff me but the fuzzy pink ones i like those—”

“you’re disgusting.” megumi mumbled.

your girl friend shot him a glare.

“says the one who fucks my best friend every night and makes her say the most outrageous things—”

you screamed and covered your reddening horrified face, megumi shutting up instantly with wide eyes and pink cheeks as yuji and your girl friend reeled over and cackled.

“blue hawaii! tropical bay breeze! rum punch! bahama mama!”

each tiki mug was stacked onto the bar with a thud after every call— full and foamy with colorful liquid and little umbrella picks adorning them as they were pushed towards you, yuji profusely thanking the nice bartender and almost jumping over the counter too as he grabbed his mug.

you took a sip of your drink and lit up, immediately slurping the rest of your blue hawaii and downing it like it’s fucking water and not straight up alcohol as megumi watched you with shocked amused eyes.

“you like it baby?” he softly asked, taking tiny sips of his rum punch and surprisingly liking it, offering it out to you. “you wanna try mine?”

you swallowed a big gulp and quickly nodded. “yes! please gumi.”

you both switched drinks, trying each others and you loving his even more as megumi gently turned you around and wrapped his unoccupied arm over your tummy, tugging your back to rest against his front as you chatted with your friends and tried to hear each other over the loud music (and megumi trying to ignore the stares you got from random weird men..), your eyes occasionally drifting over the crowd and spotting several different star players.

most consisted of the nfl, but there were a good amount from the nba and other teams from the mlb— even volleyball and hockey as you recognized some of their faces from reruns that played on your tv or the highlights you saw through your social media platforms, you a bit star struck when you saw particular ones your were a fan of casually walk by the tiki bar next to you.

you reached a hand out and tapped your girl friend.

“have you seen the cheerleaders yet?!” you yelled over the music, shoulders slumping when she sadly shook her head no.

“i’m gonna actually start crying in front of all of these people if i don’t see at least one.” she stressed. “we need to start looking in the crowd—”

a sudden jolt stumbled you and megumi forward, the both of you craning your heads around.

“i’m so sorry!” a girl gasped. “i didn’t see where—”

she oddly stopped, megumi barely even sparing her a glance as he just nodded at her apology and turned back around to face the other way, but you still watching the way she stared at megumi with big shocked eyes and slightly parted mouth.

similar to the way you did when you first saw him.

but she continued to look at him, her eyes flickering to yours then and… hardening before she reluctantly spun the other way and moved through the crowd until you couldn’t see her blonde hair anymore.

and you figured she could’ve just been a fan of megumi’s and was simply too starstruck to say anything… but the weird feeling in your gut had you gnawing at the bottom of your lip as you turned to face the other way again.

“strange..” your best friend mumbled, your eyes snapping to hers.

“you noticed that too?”

“uh huh.” her gaze scanned the main dance floor. “don’t think i’ve ever seen her before either.”

you craned your neck to look up at your boyfriend.

“have you gumi?”

he looked down, brows furrowing.

“have i what.”

“seen her?” you nudged your head to the crowd. “the girl that bumped into us?”

“who?”

you laughed. “the girl— nevermind. it’s okay!”

he smiled softly, leaning down to peck your lips before continuing to sip on his little blue hawaii as he caressed his hand over your side, his arm still snug around your torso.

“is everybody having a good night or what?!”

your gazes shifted to the dj booth up ahead, the mc of the night holding up a wireless mic with his phone in hand as the crowd erupted in cheers and hollers.

“i want to thank everybody for coming out tonight! it’s a pleasure to do this every year and see all of your talented wonderful faces—”

“oh no.” megumi mumbled, you looking up at him with a confused raised brow.

“what?”

“i think they’re gonna call me up.”

your jaw dropped, stepping out of his arm and facing him.

“they’re gonna what?”

“yuji told me about this last year…” his face was practically pale as he looked to the dj booth, your best friend and yuji already cutting through the crowd to get up there. “they call up certain players from different teams for recognition.”

“oh—” you looked on ahead, an excited smile spreading across your face. “oh that’s so nice baby! you deserve to be recognized like thaaatt!”

he slowly shook his head, absolutely fucking stiff as a rock and annoyance brewing in his chest over the party and event manager doing something fucking ridiculous like this.

“baby let’s go to the bathroom.”

“the bathroom?” you tilted your head. “why?”

“to hide.”

“gumi!” you sent him a comforting grin and ran your fingers through his soft black spikes of hair. “it’ll be okay! they just want to show appreciation for your gift baby that’s all.”

“i don’t want it.” he mumbled, forehead dropping down to rest on your shoulder miserably as you giggled.

“but i wanted to see you up thereee!” you whined, wrapping your arms around his hunched shoulders. “wanna see my cool baseball man in the spotlight for a little like he should be.”

megumi’s cheeks grew pink.

“but let’s go to the bathroom or upstairs we can—”

“if you want me to go up there i will.” he cut you off.

“huh?” your eyebrows furrowed as he picked his head back up. “what—”

“m’going up.”

you gasped. “no gumi it’s okay! i don’t want you to do something that makes you uncomfortab—”

“honda! ito! fushiguro!—”

he cupped your cheek and kissed the other.

“i’ll be back.” he murmured, patting your head while simultaneously swallowing back his displeasure for the situation— but doing it solely for you. “stay here.”

“ledger! itadori! okkotsu!—”

“o—okay!”

“please come up to the booth talented players—”

megumi walked away from the bar and through the crowd, his height making it easy for you to spot him through the masses until he got up there with yuji and the rest of the players, you going on your tippy toes and peering to and fro to try and see where he was at but pursing your lips when you couldn’t fucking see him anymore, ultimately deciding to move through the crowd yourself to find a spot where you could.

“ladies and gentlemen could i please get a round of applause for your top players of the year?!”

an eruption of whistles and clapping pierced through your ears as you tried to shimmy your way in, finally landing a leeway in between several heads and seeing your boyfriend up there— grumpy and bothered with his arms crossed as you covered your mouth to try and suppress a laugh, phone in hand already recording.

“woa— megumi fushiguro?! first year i’ve seen you here man!”

the crowd burst into surprised exclamations and gasps, the mc throwing a heavy arm around megumi as he stumbled forward, an unamused done expression plastered over his face as you held your phone up high with the biggest smile, probably looking utterly insane as you erratically flipped and rotated and zoomed in on his figure in every possible angle imaginable, the bright white lights illuminating him so insanely that he straight up looked like a god.

and you wondered then how in the fuck one of the mlb’s greatest players ever became interested in someone like you, for you felt like megumi was completely out of your league from the start with all of his glorious batting and pitching.

but every time you iterated exactly that to him amongst your endless daily ramblings, he would scoff and shake his head and gnaw at any part of your skin to get you to take back that ludicrous fucking statement, always thinking you were way too humble about yourself and polite and sweet to realize that he had to go through the trenches of telling different guy’s to fuck off if he saw they were even remotely interested in you without you knowing.

megumi did this even before you officially noticed him on the field.

and today was no exception as he scanned the main area of the penthouse to the tiki bar in search for you, the mc blabbering on about things he didn’t care about as he realized you weren’t where he told you to stay, quickly then scanning the crowd and his shoulders relaxing once he spotted you in the midst of the crowd, but eyes narrowing as he saw some stupid moron obnoxiously ogling your tits next to you while you were happily watching him with your phone propped up.

the fuck?

“—good luck to you and itadori in the league championships! any words you wanna say for us here?!” the mc vocalized through the mic, holding it up to megumi’s mouth after.

“wrap it up.”

a mix of ooo’s and laughs bounced off the walls, the mc awkwardly chuckling before unhooking his arm and patting a hand on his back.

“that’s megumi fushiguro for you! now any nba players up here?!—”

megumi immediately stepped off the platform and moved through the crowd, your eyes cutely twinkling once you noticed he was making his way over to you as you stopped your recording and stuffed away your phone.

“that was so funny— oh!”

he swiftly stepped in between you and the guy to block his view, the stupid moron slightly going off balance from how close he actually was to you and the fact only further pissing megumi off, an arm coming to wrap around your waist as he led you out of the center and off to the side by the big wall with the projection screen on it.

“what—” you looked to where you previously were and back to him. “what happened? why—”

he shrugged. “wanna talk over here baby.”

“oh, okay!” you nodded, sweet and oblivious as you enthusiastically yapped about how great it was seeing him up there.

but the guy who was ogling your tits was only the first wave.

“oh my god gumi!” you frantically tapped his shoulder and pointed to the projection wall. “it’s you! it’s you! oh my god i’ve been waiting all night i want a picture right fucking now quick hurry hurry—”

you hopped on over with your mary jane pumps and stood next to the huge projected singular shot of megumi swinging his bat, one foot crossing over the other as you wrung your hands behind your back and tilted your head with a cheeky smile, megumi reaching in his pocket for his phone.

that pose alone might as well have been you violently shooting another cupids arrow through his chest— his tingling pinky cheeks prominent under the purple neon hue of the penthouse as he took several photos, a fond smile growing on his face.

pretty.

megumi watched as you uncrossed your feet and seperated your hands, turning around and straight up pressing yourself against the wall with your tongue erotically out and spread palms over his projected snapshot, him snickering as he covered his mouth with the hand that was holding his phone, trying to ignore the way his dick twitched in his pants at the sight.

he took more pictures and gave you a silent thumbs up, you dropping your pose and skipping back over to him as he put his phone away and extended a waiting arm out to the side, you stepping in and his hand instantly snaking around your waist where it should be.

your gaze stayed locked to the wall, totally transfixed with glimmering heart filled eyes as it continued to play megumi’s greatest moments of his season— most if not all from this year alone, but a good amount consisting of last years world series game where he absolutely dismantled the opposing team with every move he made on the field with no mercy, immense pride bubbling in your little heart.

“you’re the coolest gumi…” you spoke softly and he looked down at you, eyes softening at your dazed state.

“yeah?”

“mhm.” you responded, letting him tug you into his chest as he leaned and placed a gentle kiss to your cheek. “i think i’m gonna start crying and hyperventilating on the floor.”

he chuckled, delicately moving some of your hair over your shoulder to run his hand along the smooth skin there, lips coming down next to your ear.

“i love you.”

you grinned, your heart actually skipping beats and running around every corner of your inner body as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in.

“i love you too gumi!” you gave him a cute peck on the side of his head. “and i think i’m gonna start stalking you anyways like i said because i really need something to do on my down time when i’m not studying or at your events—”

megumi laughed, an infatuated squeaky one as he nodded against the crook of your neck and held you a little tighter.

“do it.”

“okay i’ll start monday! or maybe now and i’m gonna do it by—”

“oh my gosh megumi fushiguro!”

you felt him falter in your arms and turn his head, the both of you slowly separating from each other to see who it was and your brows slightly pinching once you did.

it was the girl from earlier. the one that bumped into you.

“hi! oh my— i’m such a big fan of yours!”

your guard lowered a little upon hearing that, a small smile on your face as you looked at her.

“oh, hi.” he mumbled.

“i’ve been a fan since you got signed actually!” she exclaimed, her short bobbed blonde hair and angel costume cute to you. “how funny i run into you here right? must be fate.”

fate?

“well it’s—” he shifted uncomfortably. “it’s a sports party… thing…”

she giggled obnoxiously like she’d just heard the funniest thing ever, fingers lightly smacking his shoulder as you stood there.

“i know silly!” she smiled, nudging his upper arm with her hand. “just wanted to say that i admire you so much and think you’re the greatest! the way you play is amazing and i love it.“

you were absolutely happy with the fact that a fan was being so nice to megumi and telling him such kind words, as he deserved all of the praise and support and you loved whenever people expressed just that to him— a total treat for you if you were there to witness it as well.

but the weird feeling in your gut was back… and why was she touching him so much…

“thanks.” he spoke simply, giving barely a smile before he made his way to turn back around.

“w—wait!” she shot her hands out. “i’m hana!”

he paused midway and nodded curtly. “hi hana.”

her face gleamed and she blushed, looking like she’d just won the fucking lottery as she smiled big and cupped over her mouth with both hands, obsessed over the way her name sounded from him.

“do i hear wedding bells?!” she squealed. “when’s the ceremony?!”

you choked on your fucking spit, your boyfriend completely taken aback as he looked at her bewildered and awkwardly, megumi sort of initially appreciating the support, but now he just didn’t wanna partake in the conversation anymore as his mind was more interested in the ways you’d stalk him that you were about to tell earlier.

“so are you having fun tonight?” hana continued. “i’ve never seen you around and i come to this event every year!”

“um yeah i’m here with—”

“your friend?” she pointed at you. “how cute! i’m here with a friend too.”

the way she barely acknowledged your presence, even when it was pertaining to you as she spoke about you rather than to you, and the way she literally insinuated marriage like it was nothing with your man, left a sour fucking taste in your mouth.

and friend?

“girlfriend.” he corrected.

her face tightened.

“right!” hana’s gaze landed on yours. “sorry! i couldn’t tell.”

huh?

megumi’s arm was around your waist and she couldn’t tell?

you hugged his upper arm to your chest and gently tugged him away. “sorry but we have to go it was nice meeting you—”

a spark of annoyance flashed through her eyes. “oh but i was talking to him though—”

“—i’m sorry bye.”

you pulled megumi harder and you both dove into the crowd, disappearing from hana’s view as you went in search for your best friend and yuji— agitated and feeling guilty that you were in case hana really was just a fan and was simply overly affectionate.

but she didn’t have to disregard you like that either…

megumi could sense you were a bit bothered by the grip you had on his arm and the way you barely looked at him as you shimmied through people, his brows furrowing in concern.

“baby.” he leaned down next to your ear. “what’s wrong.”

you shook your head. “nothing. just trying to find yuji’s stupid bright pants.”

he smiled a bit.

“i think you’re lying.”

“i’m not.”

“baby— i can tell something’s bothering you.” he continued to pry and you pursed your lips, looking up at him finally.

“that girl was kind of weird…”

“girl?” he cocked his head to the side. “which girl?”

you paused. “the— the one that came up to you and told you her name and complimented you—”

“oh.” his dark blue eyes blinked and trailed off like he was searching his brain for answers, him ultimately left clueless. “sorry i actually forgot everything she said.”

you snorted, leaning forward and covering your mouth as you giggled and shook your head, somehow your boyfriend forgetting the interaction as a whole making you feel better.

“you’re so cute gumi.” you stood up on your tippy toes and gave him a big fat kiss on the cheek. “now let’s find my best friend— bright pants! i see yuji’s bright pants!

you grabbed his wrist and quickly weaved through the crowd, your girl friend’s police officer costume coming into view as you let go of megumi and flung your arms around her neck, her immediately recognizing that it was you and gasping.

“oh my god i lost you y/n! i’m sorry!” she hugged you back and you frantically shook your head.

“no it’s okay!” you pointed to megumi. “he got called up to the dj booth i was distracted—”

“they kept asking you a bunch of questions and none for me man!” yuji pouted at megumi, your best friend laughing.

“they probably got tired of you giving shout outs to the tiki bar every year when you’re up there babe.” she smoothed a hand over his bicep. “and also because megumi came out of his bat cave for the first time in decades…”

you leaned and placed your lips to her ear.

“i have to tell you something.”

“what?! what?!” she whipped her head around and looked at yuji. “yu! go to the tiki bar please with megumi i think we all left our mugs there—”

“oh my fucking god we did!” he shoved his hands in his pink hair, completely horrified. “fushiguro let’s go we have to go—”

“why the fuck do i have to go—”

“no questions come on!”

yuji yanked megumi by his white button up and they tumbled through the crowd, you laughing hard as megumi looked at you over his shoulder— a pleading disgruntled look on his face.

“okay i got rid of them now tell me.”

“girl get ready.” you slowly shook your head, eyes wide. “because i think i’m about to crash out.”

“it’s that bad?!” she placed her hands on your shoulders. “what happened?!”

“a fan of megumi’s came up to him earlier.” you began. “but the things she was saying were putting me a little off.”

her brows furrowed. “what did she say?”

“first she said that them meeting was fate.” you gnawed at your bottom lip. “and then she started saying how much she admired him and loved him on the field which is fine but—”

“not fine but go on.”

you giggled and continued.

“she barely acknowledged me… like at all. she thought i was megumi’s friend even though his arm was around my waist—”

“huh?!” her eyes narrowed. “is she fucking stupid? what’s her name?”

“hana and— i don’t know!” you whined. “but then she literally said ‘do i hear wedding bells’ and ‘when’s the ceremony’ when he said her name—”

“what the fuck?!” she yelled. “y/n this girl was straight up flirting with him in front of you! oh my god if someone was doing that to me with yuji i’d be going to prison!”

“i was thinking—” you hesitated. “that maybe she was just really affectionate but i just feel like somethings not right.”

“hell no it’s not.” she shook her head. “y/n you need to stop being so nice all of the time and bite. next time some shit like this happens you need to say something. please don’t let yourself be disrespected like that.”

she patted your shoulders and released you, crossing her arms. “and what did megumi say?”

“oh he forgot it all!” you beamed. “i think he was barely listening to what she was saying.”

“HAH! okay that’s fine i won’t beat him.”

you playfully rolled your eyes and smiled. “i just wanna take shots from the bamboo pole and forget about it.”

“oh! it’s coming around!” your girl friend frantically looked around. “i saw it pass by and a group do it! it should come back—”

she stopped.

“what does hana look like?”

you quirked a brow.

“uhh short blonde hair? she’s dressed up as an angel.”

“oh my fucking god.” she muttered. “turn around.”

you did, heart dropping once you saw that she was talking to megumi again at the tiki bar, animatedly and close to him that you nearly took your cupid wings off and chucked them at her.

“what the hell is she doing?” you mumbled. “gumi!”

megumi’s head snapped up from his hunched over position on the bar, head swiftly looking around until he spotted you and without another thought pushed himself from the counter and walked, leaving hana there with her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, cutting off whatever she was saying to him prior.

you tugged him in once he got to you and snaked your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in and placing your face into his neck.

“you okay?” he asked over the music, rubbing slow circles on your hips with his thumbs.

“mhm!” you nodded. “was just wondering if you wanted to do bamboo pole shots with me.”

he huffed out an amused breath and squeezed you. “sure baby. don’t take too many though i don’t want you to get sick.”

“no promises!” you grinned.

hana knew from the moment she bumped into you who you were.

how could she not? the only woman that managed to somehow sliver her way in megumi’s life and beat her to the game was like a broken record in hana’s mind— over and over you played and taunted her with every appearance she saw you with him, with every game and event and social media posting from him you were always there— sweet and beautiful with the angelic reputation of changing megumi for the better and treating others so fairly, physically stinging her eyes every time she saw it on the tabloids or on tv.

megumi was supposed to be hers, and when she lost the game she didn’t know.

but her number one goal the minute she learned that megumi was in attendance at the party, was that she was gonna try with her life to make him see that he was destined for her. not for you.

though it wasn’t working like she thought it would.

through the times she’s pulled him and talked to him and flashed him sweet smiles and compliments, trying to copy the entity that you were so he would at least so spare her a fucking glance and listen to what she had to say— wasn’t working as he always disregarded her and straight up treated her like she wasn’t even there.

because of you.

and she was getting desperate.

increasingly so as she watched you and megumi and your little friends line up to take shots from the bamboo pole, all of you having fun and surrounded by people that loved you— for you were the absolute life of the party as you pulled various others from the crowd to do shots with you and rejoice, hana staring from afar with rage as she couldn’t help but just hate you with every kiss and laugh that megumi gave you.

and once hana saw an opening with megumi, him stepped off to the side as he watched you continue to down shots with your friends like nothing with amused eyes, she pushed her way through towards the bamboo line with a new immoral objective of getting him to just be interested in her and forget about you so that you’d crack, evidently showing him and everyone else that you weren’t so angelic and poised after all.

“megumi!”

he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around, indefinitely confused as to why the same girl kept pulling him for chats once he noticed who it was.

“hi?”

“sorry just saw you by the bamboo line.” she smiled. “have you taken any?”

“uh like two.”

megumi looked over his shoulder, attempting to keep an eye on you while at the same time talking to her and already thinking of ways he could cut it short, wanting to just go back to you and make sure you weren’t feeling sick or that a random dude wasn’t preying on you like a dog.

“i don’t know how you can do that!” she shook her head and giggled. “i don’t really drink like that.”

“i usually don’t either.”

pathetic hope washed through her body like an avalanche, her face lighting up over the similarity and the fact that he was actually continuing the conversation with her instead of brushing her off.

“really?!” she gushed. “what a coincidence! it’s like you’re my other half hehe.”

megumi froze.

why was she always telling him the most obscure things?

“um—”

“are you nervous for your league championship game coming up?”

several hoots and hollers made megumi turn around and see that you had taken a cocktail waitress’ tray and was literally doing her job for her— handing out shots to whoever and excitedly bouncing on your toes in response to those who accepted.

“megumi.”

he snapped his head back around.

“huh?”

“i said—” her eyes flickered to you before returning to him. “i said are you nervous for your league game?”

“somewhat.”

“you shouldn’t be!” she reached up and smoothed a hand over his shoulder, her heart pumping that she was touching him. “you’re the best on the team! you’re practically the reason why you guys win all of the time i’ve—”

you saw what she did.

and maybe it was the alcohol in your system making you bratty and the fact that you were a bit overly tipsy, but you also saw the way he let himself be caressed on the shoulder like that without any consideration for you, wondering why he wasn’t stopping the conversation as a whole and coming back to you and instead entertaining her, even after all of the weird shit she had told him before in front of you.

why didn’t he care?

you smiled at the cocktail waitress and gave her back her tray, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes as you tried to look around for your best friend, itching to get confirmation on whether or not you were being batshit crazy or if your feelings were valid as you searched— but halting once you heard megumi’s familiar squeaky laugh that he only let out with you.

megumi was laughing. wholeheartedly. and so was she.

what the fuck was so funny?

“hey—” your girl friend waved her hand in front of your face. “babe are you okay? why are you crying?”

what?

you reached a hand up and touched your cheek, your fingers sure enough shimmering and wet under the purple lights once you pulled them away.

“i don’t—” your lip wobbled. “i don’t know i— i think it’s just because i’m tipsy—”

“where is megumi?” her concerned gaze scanned the crowd until they landed on him, eyes narrowing instantly as she scoffed and shook her head.

“what is this?” she threw her hands up. “ditch my girlfriend for some other bitch day? megumi!”

he jumped and spun around, an initial annoyed look on his face over the way your best friend screamed at him, but eyes widening once he saw your shaking shoulders and covered face.

oh god.

megumi took long stride full steps away from hana to get to you, her sickeningly content with the fact that her presence alone with him upset you so much and threw you off your poised demeanor, thinking it was only a matter of time now before you took out your frustrations on him and drove him away— bonus points if you made a scene.

“what happened?” he hurriedly asked, gripping your shoulders and turning you around in his direction. “baby what happened why are you—”

you pushed him away and hiccuped.

“i don’t wanna talk to you right now.”

“what? why not?” his eyebrows furrowed. “hey—”

he reached to pull you in by the waist and you dodged his hand, turning around in the process and pushing your way through the crowd to get away from him, his heart sinking as he wasted no time in following after you.

“baby please—”

“no.” you stubbornly responded, damning the alcohol for making you act so irrationally. “why don’t you keep talking to other girls all willy nilly without giving a single fuck about me—”

“what?” he spoke sharply, completely thrown off. “okay no hold on—”

megumi picked up speed and engulfed his arms around your torso, lifting you up and taking you down a secluded hallway away from the main area while you thrashed and whined in his hold.

“let me go!”

“no.”

you sniffled.

“gumi let me go.”

“are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

he turned into a darkened corner and slowed.

“no.”

he bit down on your arm and you yelped.

“okay yes i will!”

he loosened his arms and gently set you back down on your feet, nudging you around as he bent his knees to look at you at eye level.

“what’s wrong.” he pushed. “are you hurt?”

you shook your head and hiccuped, fingers coming up to carefully wipe your tears away without ruining too much of your makeup.

“why do you keep talking to her?” you mumbled.

“to who?”

“to hana.”

“hana?” his eyebrows furrowed. “who’s hana?”

“the one that keeps coming up to you!” you expressed. “what did she tell you back there? while i was handing out shots?”

“oh she— she was asking me about the league game.”

“did she say anything weird again?” you crossed your arms.

fuck.

“she did baby…” he spoke softly.

your teary eyes snapped open.

“actually? what did she say?”

megumi really didn’t want to upset you any further, but he wasn’t about to shamefully lie to you either.

“she called me her other half.”

“are you serious?” you hiccuped. “and you just let her?”

“i didn’t let her—”

“this whole time you’ve been letting her i’ve seen you!” you sobbed. “she touches you way too much and has been pulling you for chats all fucking night saying things that are completely disrespectful to me and you say nothing!”

“i—”

“and then you’re laughing with her after she called you her other half? and laughing like you do with me?” you put your hands up defensively. “i’m sorry didn’t know you guys were the best of friends now—”

“baby— i wasn’t laughing at anything she said some drunk idiot tripped and fell on his face behind her.“ he placed his hands on each side of your head and you stopped. “and i swear to god that i didn’t realize any of those things because i don’t give a shit about anyone else but you and i’m sorry.”

“but she literally said do i hear wedding bells and when’s the ceremony!” you cried, the alcohol triggering a new wave of waterworks as you covered your face. “how could you not realize that—”

“no i know baby i know that’s on me.” he gently moved your hair away from your face. “everything she was saying was so foul and i was just letting it happen and i’m so fucking sorry that i didn’t put my foot down from the start. my entire focus is always on you and i was too stupid to realize you were hurting.”

“you’re not stupid gumi—”

“yes i am.” he delicately pried your hands away from your face. “yes i am and you don’t ever have to worry about things like this okay? the only thing that matters to me is you. and i can’t tell you how sorry i am for putting you in this position and making you cry.”

“no it’s me i—” you hiccuped, cheeks buzzing with embarrassment. “i’m sorry gumi i just got jealous and i overreacted and i’m tipsy so it made everything worse. i didn’t mean to yell at you…”

he shook his head, murmuring as he pulled you into his chest. “no you have nothing to be sorry for… i would go nuts if some dude told you the same shit she told me.”

you giggled a little, and megumi was so glad that you had stepped up and said something, especially over something as drastic as this, for you were always too sweet and chose to swallow back things that bothered you around him.

“i would never do that to you pretty baby.” he mumbled. “i would never let anyone else in… just you.”

you pulled away from his chest and quickly shook your head. “n—no gumi i know you wouldn’t. please don’t think that i’m accusing you or anything—”

“no absolutely not.” he spoke gently, thumbs reaching up to carefully wipe away the tears from your pretty face. “i just needed to tell you that… okay?”

you nodded. “okay.”

you stood on your tippy toes and wrapped your arms around his neck, his right away coming around your waist and pulling you in tight— nuzzling his nose into the soft skin of your shoulder as relief washed over his body that you weren’t upset with him anymore.

“are you tipsy like me?” you whispered cutely after a few seconds of comfortable silence, and he chuckled.

“yes.” he admitted. “i think i lost my phone.”

“gumi i feel it in your pocket.”

“i think that’s my dick.”

“gumi!” you nudged him away and giggled hard, a silly small grin spreading across his handsome face as you simmered down and looked at him, lips coming up for a kiss and him gladly leaning down to give you one— the moment sweet and tender as you wetly lip locked and megumi drank you in, him completely fucking deprived of you.

“can we go home.” he spoke in between kisses. “i wanna fuck.”

you laughed and pulled away, face hot as you bit back a smile. “we can go in a little bit baby. i still wanna see if my best friend and i can talk to the nfl cheerleaders heh.”

he chuckled and nodded, pecking your forehead before releasing you and beginning the walk back to the main area, your head in a better place now that you got the reassurance you needed— and so grateful you and megumi were able to bounce back after a situation like that with no repercussions, amazed time and time again at how understanding and patient your boyfriend was with you.

you moved your way through the crowd then in search for your best friend, not having to look for long seeing as she was right in the middle where you had left her— her yelling up and down if anyone had seen either you or megumi and harassing whoever that said they might’ve caught a glance.

“y/n!” yuji pointed, and your girl friend whirled around with frantic wide eyes, running and tackling you into a big hug as she cried.

“where were you?!” she sobbed. “oh my god i was looking everywhere for you you were so upset i thought the she devil took you away or broke you and megumi up or killed you—”

you gasped. “no oh my goodness please don’t cry!” your lip started to wobble again as you listened to her sniffles, hugging her back. “hell no i would never let her do any of that!”

“me neither!” she cried. “please let me get violent with her please—”

you laughed loudly and stepped back, carefully wiping her cheeks before treating yours as both of your men stared dumbfounded.

“fuck hana forget her we have to find the cheerleaders!” you exclaimed, placing your hands on her shoulders and shaking her. “are they still here?! have you checked their socials?!”

“yes! they’re still here!” she frantically nodded. “i saw one while i was looking for you she was—”

“is that one?”

megumi pointed to a girl who was straight up wearing her nfl cheerleader uniform with her pompoms, both you and your girl friend choking on air and gasping as you sputtered a bunch of nonsense and dragged your men with you over to her and her group.

“this is our chance this is our chance—”

why hadn’t it worked?

had hana not upset you enough? tore you down enough to an insecure little bubble to make you bark and bite and be everything that she thought megumi despised? what had happened when she lost the sights of both of you once you left the bamboo line?

because what she was looking at now was making her sick with rage.

you, surrounded by people again and cheerleaders— still stunning and breathtaking and not looking at all like you had just cried buckets like she thought you did, megumi’s arms around you from behind and actually closer now than before while you and your little girl friend conversed and laughed with the cheerleaders about god knows what, hana on the verge of screaming in agony over everything that was going wrong when she had expected a break up right about now.

she just didn’t get it… what was so great about you?

and it didn’t get any better when she started asking other people about you too throughout the night, the purpose being to dish out any nasty information she could of you to use it to her advantage, but getting straight fucking nothing from it as no one had a single bad thing to say about you— referring to you as ‘fushiguro’s girl’ and how sweet and welcoming you were even if you had just met them, how funny you were and pretty and thoughtful and hana was just sick.

had she actually lost to you? had she lost megumi? after being in love with him since the start of his contract?

she thought she had gotten your entity down. hana thought she had managed to morph herself into someone like you since she found out megumi and you were together from the tabloids— watching you and your social media postings since then to see what you had done to turn his head, megumi someone she thought would never find love until she got to him eventually.

and at this point without hana wanting to admit it, she was more obsessed with you than she was with him.

because she cared. she cared so much about everything that you did— the perfumes you wore, the ribbons in your hair, her stomach in complete utter knots watching the way megumi was with you all unfold in front of her in real time, cursing her jealous rotten eyes for how hard they fell for you and how much she worshipped all that you did.

how much megumi worshipped you.

because every time you took pictures with your friends he only looked at you, every move you made he followed after you, every time she tried to talk to him he dismissed her for you, and even every person that knew who you were at this fucking party absolutely loved and adored you.

it just wasn’t fair. why couldn’t megumi love her?

so what could she do? what else could she do?

leaning against the counter of the tiki bar, gaze fixed on megumi’s blushing cheeks and little smile with his face and button up covered in red lipstick kisses she didn’t doubt were from you, him looking at angelic you like you were the sun itself… she conquered that there wasn’t much she could do anymore.

“blue lagoon please.”

hana watched from the corner of her eye the man that just came up to the bar, bored and uninterested and on the verge of deciding to just go home, until she noticed who it was.

ino takuma.

she slightly turned her body in his direction, his eyes drifting to hers momentarily before flashing her a polite smile and looking away again.

“you’re ino takuma… with megumi fushiguro’s team right? for the mlb?”

he turned his head. “oh yes! i am. nice to meet you!”

hana gave him a quick smile.

“do you know his girlfriend by any chance? y/n?”

“yeah of course!” he grinned, a bit drunk. “she’s great. really sweet.”

god, well aren’t you just the greatest thing to ever exist?

she held back her agitation, ino receiving his drink from the bartender and slurping it down immediately.

“i actually was interested in her for a while.” he admitted with the straw in his mouth, loopy and inebriated. “but megumi got to her first… lucky guy.”

her ears perked up.

“do you still like her?”

ino thought for a moment.

“well… a little.” he pursed his lips, a very slight pink hue to his cheeks. “never got to explore it but every time we talk she’s kinda like the one that got away heh… that’s if megumi isn’t pulling her away when i try though.”

a devilish idea sparked in hana’s mind, because at this point— the woman was out for carnage.

and whether megumi ended up with her or not she didn’t care. right now? she just needed to break you both up.

“that’s kind of wrong, don’t you think?” she sighed heavily. “why don’t you try talking to her now? just you two! there’s a hallway by the other side of the penthouse that’s secluded… you’ll get a proper chance to have a conversation!”

ino looked at her like she was insane.

“megumi would actually bite my head off.”

“that’s why you do it away from him and away from everybody else!” she shook her head disappointedly. “what, she can’t be friends with you? you have every right to talk to her ino! so go for it.”

ino looked over to where you were, apprehensive as he gnawed at the inside of his cheek and actually really wanting to talk to you without megumi breathing down his neck for once… but the alcohol in his system making it hard for him to juggle whether it was the right choice or not to begin with.

“have you guys ever tried for cheer teams before?!”

you and your best friend frantically shook your heads no, excited expressions as you hung out with half of the cheerleaders from one of the top nfl teams by the dj booth.

“you should try out for ours!” one of them suggested over the music, a huge smile on her face. “seriously! you guys would do so well and you already know most of us!”

“oh my god i would but i don’t even know if i can do a split!” you whined. “if i show up i’m gonna look like a fucking idiot.”

“i’m weak i’m un-athletic.” your best friend added miserably and they laughed— a different pretty one shaking her head.

“don’t even worry about that!” she waved her hand dismissively. “i’ll literally personally talk to the coach!”

you looked at her wide eyed. “really?! wait no it’s okay! you don’t have to do that i feel bad—”

a different one stepped up. “no she’s the captain she’ll do it!”

“oh fuck!” you slapped your hands over your mouth.

“honestly?! actually?!” your girl friend exclaimed.

“our team prioritizes character over ability!” the captain spoke again. “ability can be taught, not character, and you two are the prettiest and funniest bitches i have ever met.”

you all screamed and laughed as you and your best friend shook each other by the shoulders, unbelieving that you were being scouted right fucking now by the best nfl cheerleaders out there.

“here— give me your numbers and put your emails down too—”

the captain pulled her phone out and swiped through a few apps before turning it over to you, you typing out your information on her notes app and passing it to your best friend after for her to do the same.

“i’ll contact you guys tomorrow morning!” you both nodded and thanked her profusely, her smile bright as she took her phone back and gave you both a thumbs up. “please keep in touch with me or i’ll die.”

you and your best friend vowed that you would with more frantic nods and hugs, you spinning around to face megumi as the team conversed amongst themselves for a moment.

“did you hear?!” you asked, eyes glowing and shiny with hope. “gumi did you hear?! they said— the captain— she got my number— tomorrow morning—”

megumi laughed at your hyper yet spacey behavior, nodding and smiling warmly at you as he pulled you in by the waist, not even phased in the slightest that you and your girl friend got along so well with the cheerleaders— but still a bit shocked nonetheless that you’d basically been offered a spot on the team and you only needed to finalize a few things with them.

“i did.” he gently spoke nudging your chin up, ruffling your hair then as he looked at you sincerely. “that’s really really good baby. good job getting on their radar.”

your face broke out into a gigantic smile and you quickly pecked his cheek. “thank you thank you oh my god i need a drink right now i need to calm down—”

megumi playfully rolled his eyes and released your waist. “i can go get you one.”

“are— are you sure gumi?” you gnawed at your bottom lip. “no it’s okay i can get it—”

he silently shook his head and kissed your forehead. “no baby you have fun… just stay here.”

you smiled sweetly at him and reluctantly nodded, watching him turn and walk through the crowd towards the tiki bar as you shifted your attention back to your girl friend and the cheerleaders.

“no you’re lying.”

“i’m not babe!” your best friend laughed. “they got our contact information and i swear to god they really want us to come try out.”

“holy shit.” yuji shoved his hands in his hair. “holy shit i’m gonna have an nfl cheerleader girlfriend.”

“right?!—”

“holy fuck you’re gonna look so good in those uniforms—”

“i know right?!—”

yuji and your best friend jumped up and down and cheered loudly as you giggled alongside them, your mind completely preoccupied with the thought of how lucky you just were to gain leverage and connections like that with a professional dance team at an event like this.

“we’re gonna head home in a little bit after this!” you mentioned to your girl friend after her and yuji settled, her shoulders slumping in response. “i’m just gonna get one more drink before we go.”

“lame!” she pouted. “is megumi okay to drive?”

“yes he sobered up!” you smiled. “not me man jesus christ.”

your best friend laughed and reached over to give you a hug. “okay just text me when you get to his place—”

“y/n.”

you both stopped and turned, ino takuma behind you with a sheepish smile.

“oh hi ino!” you greeted him kindly. “i didn’t realize you were here! you okay?”

“no yeah! yeah i’m alright. been hogging the bar or upstairs with some of the hockey players.” he smiled warmly. “thanks for asking.”

“mhm!” you nodded. “that tiki bar is crazy every single drink they have is so good.”

he nodded vigorously. “it’s why i’m practically shitfaced right now god.”

you laughed at his phrasing, ino realizing then that he dangerously still kind of liked you with the way he swooned a bit over your smile.

“do you wanna—” he hesitated. “do you wanna talk? over there? for a little..”

“over—” you peered over his shoulder, him pointing to the other side of the purple lit penthouse at a darkened hallway. “over there?”

“y—yeah… if that’s okay!” ino scratched the back of his neck. “it’s just kinda loud here… and i haven’t had the chance to properly talk to you in a while.”

“oh!” you nodded, thinking his intentions were purely innocent and justifiable, feeling bad yourself that you hadn’t spoken to him in some time after megumi’s practices. “yes of course! i’m so sorry ino i’ve been so busy i—”

“no it’s okay don’t!” he grinned. “it’s not your fault whatsoever i just—”

you and ino began your walk to the other side of the penthouse, your best friend and yuji shooting each other weird looks that went unnoticed by you, ino leading you away from the crowd and to the other side of the main area.

you’ve always respected and had a really great impression of ino, him never failing to be kind to you since the moment he introduced himself at the banquet way back when— helpful and genuine and not a bad bone in his body as he was a hard worker for the team and catered to all, you touched that he always took the time to greet you at least once every time you were there for megumi at his baseball events.

“how are you and megumi doing?” he asked, crossing his arms as he casually leaned against the wall of the hallway, you wringing your fingers behind your back and doing the same.

“we’re great!” you beamed. “our two year anniversary is coming up soon!”

“oh wow!” he tightly smiled. “it’s been two years already? shit.”

you giggled and nodded. “i know! time flies hehe.”

ino dismissed the slight growing pit in his stomach, the alcohol in his system obnoxiously amplifying his crush for you as he tried to simmer it down and just conversate with you while he still had you on your own.

but he didn’t think it’d be this hard— his drunk mind blurring the definitions of morality and respect as his judgement was sloppy and you were just so fucking pretty, ashamed of the way he was thinking how a bubbly sweet girl like you ended up with someone as stoic and stern like megumi, someone who was the complete opposite of who you were.

“…are you okay ino?” you spoke softly, eyebrows pinched in concern at the distant look in his eye.

“huh? oh yeah! s—sorry i just—” his cheeks heated up. “i’m tipsy don’t pay that much attention to me.”

“oh no don’t even i am too!” you laughed. “i had two drinks from the tiki bar and like four shots from the bamboo pole.”

he looked at you incredulously. “how are you standing?”

“i don’t know!” you covered your mouth and leaned forward, coming back up against the wall once you calmed down and took a deep breath. “i’m good though i’m great.”

he smiled softly. “you are… and you look really good by the way.”

you faltered a bit but quickly fixed your demeanor, knowing ino only meant that in a friendly way and completely missing the way his drunken gaze flickered to your boobs momentarily before returning to your eyes, his cheeks flaring up at what he did.

and the angel on his right shoulder was absolutely beating the devil on his left for planting two guilty images in his head then.

one imagine that was lewd and sinful and one he wanted to get rid of immediately.

and another image of what it would be like to kiss you…

just once.

“fushiguro! what can i get you?”

megumi was hunched over the tiki bar with his elbows on the counter, his eyes scanning the drink menu as he tried to decipher which drink to get you that you’d like, knowing the fruitier ones were particularly your favorite.

“um… do you have anything that isn’t strong on alcohol.”

the bartender pointed to the menu, megumi’s gaze landing on ‘jungle bird’.

“this one’s your best bet.” he took his barrel shaker out to prepare for megumi’s order. “i can also cut back the alcohol some more if you want me to.”

he nodded. “is it like— fruity.”

“yeah!” he grabbed a glass from the back. “i’ll cut back the alcohol and add more pineapple juice to it so it’s better.”

“thank you.” megumi sent him a thin smile, the bartender giving him a thumbs up before turning his back to him and getting to work, him not even realizing that hana was standing next to him at the bar.

“you getting another drink?”

megumi’s eyes flung to the source of the voice, annoyance pumping through his veins as he saw it was the same girl that had upset you, and the same one who wouldn’t leave him the fuck alone.

“yeah for my girlfriend.” he responded flatly.

hana hummed. “nice! where is she?”

“back over—”

he looked over his shoulder and stopped, instantly straightening up when he didn’t see you in the crowd anymore and worry spiking through… as he knew you were a little tipsy and naive at the moment.

“hmm… weird! actually you know what? i did see her walk away earlier!”

his gaze snapped to hers, hana thrilled since this was the first time he actually looked at her in the face.

“where.”

“with ino takuma!”

his eyes narrowed. “what?”

“yeah! i saw them talking in that little secluded area on the other side… they looked kind of cozy in there i don’t know.”

cozy?

“what do you mean.”

“mmm—” she looked up in thought. “from what i saw she pulled him to talk… and it kind of looked like she was all over him… sorry megumi. i’m just trying to look out for you—”

all over him?

oh fuck no.

megumi stepped to the side and drowned her out, squinting his eyes to try and see if he could spot you on the other side where you supposedly were until he did— you and takuma in a little corner talking and laughing, him obviously drooling over your tits and alarmingly too close to you as megumi’s jaw hardened.

it looked like he was about to fucking kiss you.

“—i would never do that to you what your girlfriend is doing is disrespectful—”

megumi moved without a single word and bumped shoulders with hana on the way, her staggering back a little and scoffing as she watched him disappear to the darker side of the penthouse.

and megumi was furious.

because how many fucking times did he have to make it obvious to takuma that you were off limits, that you had been off limits that you were never on limits? and why were you both so far away from everybody else? from him? why had you pulled him to talk? what for?

megumi understood from the get go exactly why you were so upset about hana saying absurd things to him throughout the night, but with the sight of you now pressed up against the wall as takuma was basically cornering you in, the both of you all alone and secluded and him knowing you were too helpless and nice to call out when a person was being weird— really put the situation into perspective now that the roles were reversed.

and he hated it. hated it so much.

so so much as his mind raced and spun with jealousy over another man wanting to sweet talk his girl, immense venom in his chest thinking ino was actually fucking insane for even attempting such a thing as he shoved and pushed through the stubborn crowd until he—

“what the fuck are you doing.”

megumi grabbed your wrist and tugged you behind him while he looked straight at ino, his pull a little rougher than he intended as he created distance between the two of you.

“oh— hi gumi!” you greeted happily. “look it’s—”

“did you hear what i said?”

“yeah— yup yup—” ino cleared his throat and shot back, face paling over what he almost did. “i was just um— talking to y/n.”

“talking.” he repeated. “and you were about to kiss her too right?”

“no i—” ino looked over at you. “i’m sorry y/n i don’t know what—”

“huh?” your eyes snapped back and forth between them. “gumi what do you mean—”

megumi jerked his head down in your direction. “did you pull him for a chat or did he pull you?”

you shrunk back a little, your boyfriend’s usual gentle eyes now sharp and crazed and one you had never seen from him besides through particular tough games on the field.

“he— he pulled me but why does it matter—”

“why does it matter?”

his head shot back to ino, gaze narrowing.

“what the hell did you think you were gonna get out of this?” he spoke harshly. “taking her over here away from everybody else? away from me?”

“fushiguro—”

“so i wouldn’t see right?” he stepped forward and you quickly grabbed his button up from the back. “so i wouldn’t see you try and sweet talk her and change her mind? to take advantage of her? knowing she’s too nice to say no?”

“no man i would never.” he shook his head. “never i—”

“you’re full of shit.” he spat. “you think i’m an idiot? you think i don’t know what you were just about to do with her?”

“gumi stop it—”

you tried to come around his frame but he only pulled you back behind him.

“megumi— i’m sorry man i really am i’m drunk right now and—”

“so you think that makes it okay for you to try to make a move on her?” he shook his head in disbelief. “she’s in a relationship with me ino. we play on the same sports team what the fuck are you doing?”

“i— i don’t know—”

“you still like her then?”

what.

“no i don’t—”

“don’t bullshit.”

ino ran an exasperated hand down his face. “okay fuck a little!”

“well that’s too damn bad!” megumi shot back. “get your own.”

ino felt horrible.

fushiguro was right. everything he was saying was absolutely right and he had never felt so much shame as he looked at stunning you through the cracks of megumi’s arms, for he not only fucked up his friendship with his teammate, someone he works with, but with you. a person like you an utter loss if driven away— him more than sure that that’s exactly what he did just now.

and what compelled him to do this in the first place? he couldn’t remember anymore.

“fushiguro punch me.”

megumi looked at him bewildered while you gasped, frozen in place.

“huh?”

“sock the shit out of me right now.”

“m’not gonna do that idiot even though you deserve it—”

“no do it right now i’m serious and we’ll call it even.”

megumi rolled his eyes. “go home takuma—”

“do it or i’ll kiss y/n—”

megumi instantly reeled his fist back and knocked the fuck out ino’s jaw, blood boiling and chest heaving over what he said as you slapped a hand over your mouth in shock, ino hunched over with a hand on his face.

“thanks.” he choked out.

“we’re not even dingus.” megumi mumbled. “but go home.”

ino nodded, sending you one last apologetic look before stepping away from the two of you and down the hall until he was out of view.

“what the fuck was that—”

“did he try anything else?” he cut you off.

you looked up at him, trying to peer around his shoulder at his face. “n—no he didn’t he didn’t try anything—”

“he didn’t try anything?” he turned around, brows furrowed. “baby— he was staring at your tits and he tried to kiss you.”

“how?!” you exclaimed, genuinely confused. “we were just talking and—”

“why did you go with him when he pulled you to talk.”

you blinked. “because it’s ino. he’s a friend i didn’t think anything bad of it…”

“you didn’t think anything bad of him taking you to some dark fucking place without anyone else around?”

“i—i’m sorry gumi.” you gnawed at your bottom lip, it registering in your dumbass brain now how shady ino’s request was to talk to you in the middle of an empty hallway. “i didn’t…”

“you didn’t?”

he stepped forward and your eyes widened as he backed you further and further up against the wall, lips coming down next to your ear as he placed his palms flat next to either sides of your head.

the logical and empathetic part of megumi’s brain was yelling at him not to utter his next few words, that he ran the risk of deeply upsetting you and ripping open the bandaid of what you two had previously just cured… but the rest of his brain and entire fucking body and soul was livid.

livid at takuma for taking advantage of your kindness, livid at him for thinking he could successfully pull the shit that he pulled while you were naive and sweet, and livid at every single god damn man in this building for preying after you like a piece of meat and like he wasn’t just standing right there next to you with a hand on your hip.

and megumi was gonna flip it back on you… his anger completely misdirected as he was delirious and fucked off after the events of today and wanted to rile little you up— afraid to admit that he was shaken at the fact that he could’ve potentially lost you to someone as respectable as takuma, for as stupid and shitty and drunk as he was earlier… ino wasn’t a bad person in the slightest.

you matched better with someone like him.

and he didn’t like that at all.

“what if hana had pulled me here hm? to a place where nobody else was around..?”

your brows furrowed.

“w—what—”

“what if she was the one to pull me in this dark empty hallway to try and kiss me?”

you swallowed, jealousy and venom swirling in your chest as you breathed out shakily through your nose, a picture perfect image of the stupid scene megumi was describing sending a sting of agitation through your insides as you narrowed your eyes at him, his hidden underneath the front pieces of his black spiky bangs.

“why are you telling me this.”

he didn’t respond, his splayed out hands balling up into fists.

“do you get off to this? is that what’s going on?”

the tremor behind your voice and your shaking shoulders broke him out of his dark clouded fog and he straightened up, regret hitting him like a brick once he noticed your teary eyes and angry furrowed brows.

“shit i’m sorry i’m sorry—”

you snatched his wrist and yanked him with you out of the hallway, him stumbling behind you as he sputtered out apologies and pleas for you to turn around, for you to look at him as you pushed your way through the crowd back at the main penthouse area.

“pretty baby please i’m so fucking sorry—”

you said nothing, and anxiety welled up in his chest, wondering where you were going and if you were crying as he tried to nudge back and stop you, you only pulling on him harder as you reached the stairs of the main area.

a drunk random guy made himself known from the crowd and leaned over suddenly, his eyes wide and comically bewitched by you as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“oh my god— you are so beautiful!”

you looked at him rattled as you tried to get away from his strong grip, megumi’s mind over the fucking edge at this point as he grabbed his wrist and jerked it off your shoulder with such a force that it sent him tripping over his feet.

“the fuck do you think you’re doing moron?!”

“oh is she your girl?” he put his hands up defensively. “my bad she’s hot—”

megumi lunged and you quickly wrapped your arms around his torso to pull him back, wrestling with him as you dragged him up the grand stairs of the penthouse.

“baby let me go.” he spoke firmly and out of breath. “let me go right now—”

you ignored him as you tugged at his wrist again and continued up the stairs, him clamping his mouth shut and shitting himself, ashamed of his temper and the behavior he’d been exhibiting left and right as he was sure you were about to break up with him once you found the appropriate setting to do it in, his eyes cast down to the ground and filled with remorse.

you speed walked down the wide hall, pumps clacking against the shiny tile flooring as you opened several doors before you found a vacant bedroom, dragging him in and slamming the door closed behind you with the click of a lock, the music from downstairs now a distant vibration through the walls.

and megumi kept rushing out apologies, trying to explain himself as you turned and closed in on him at the edge of the bed, shoving him down and climbing over him in a straddle as his words got caught in his throat, looking up at you with round eyes.

“baby..?”

he watched you lean back and slowly, tenderly, undo each and every cross and knot from the front of your corset, your little cupid wings long gone now as your gaze stayed glued to his, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth in a little smile.

megumi cautiously propped up on his elbows, observing the way your soft tits spilled out of your corset as you gracefully undid it entirely, throwing it next to you and tilting your upper body down to his level sensually while his heart pattered against his chest— his lips reaching and connecting with the side of your neck as he placed slow open wet mouthed kisses alongside it, licking after each one before starting anew.

he breathed in sharply through his nose then and pulled away. “wait— baby first i’m sorry okay? i’m so sorry—”

“be quiet gumi.” you murmured against his jaw, trailing little sucks and nips at the skin as his eyes fluttered closed, him nearly missing how you tugged your mini skirt off and left yourself with just your lacy panties on top of him— rubbing your pussy teasingly over his clothed cock.

“fuck.” he breathed out, his trembling hands undoing his button up as he hastily sat up and shook it off his shoulders, tossing the white cotton material somewhere in the room and enveloping you in his arms, desperately sucking and biting over the flesh of your tits and nipples as you moaned so sweetly in his ear.

you pressed your pussy down hard on his crotch, megumi moaning with a mouthful of tit as he sat back on his elbows again and rode his hips up to meet yours, obsessed with the way you looked on top of him now with your thigh high socks on and pretty little face— unsure of how the events from earlier led up to this moment but choosing not to question it whatsoever, eyelids blissfully closed as you ran your hands up and down his chest tenderly, rutting on him.

“i wanna fuck you gumi.” you pouted, and megumi swore he saw stars. “take your pants off—”

his hands dived for the waistband of his jeans, fumbling with the buckle of his belt and chest moving rapidly as he hurriedly unclasped it, slipping it off and tossing it to the other side of the room— you swinging a leg off of him so he could kick the rest of his clothes off, megumi grabbing you and settling you back over his lap once he was bare.

you tugged your panties off and sat your puffy lower wet lips on his aching cock, sliding over it deliciously and slowly before lifting and lining his dick up with your hole, sinking down on him as megumi’s eyes rolled back at the feeling.

“you like it baby?” you huffed as you bounced on his dick. “does it feel good?”

megumi lustfully nodded as he reached to place his hands on your waist, you slapping them away and his eyes flying open in response— eyebrows pinching.

“wait—” he bit back a moan as you started going faster. “let me—”

“touch me and i stop.”

“what?” he shook his head. “no don’t do that—”

he reached for you again and you slapped his hands away.

“i said no gumi.”

what the fuck?

megumi reached again and you straightened up on your knees, his dick slipping out of you and landing with a heavy thud on his lower tummy as his breath hitched.

you got off his lap and his eyes widened, disbelieving that you were actually being serious as he confusedly watched you pull the red lace from your corset, tossing the rest of it somewhere and moving further on the bed with your knees.

“sit up on the headboard.”

megumi dumbly blinked.

“do it or i’m putting my clothes back on and going downstairs—”

he shot up and propped his shoulders and head up on the metal frame, you coming around and swinging a leg back over him as his mind went into a fucking frenzy over the way you were acting, too in his thoughts to notice that you had tied his wrists to the metal bars with your lace, eliminating his privilege of putting his hands on you.

you scooched back down and mushed his cheeks up with your fingers, pecking his puckered up lips and smiling innocently.

“be good.”

“baby— fuck!—”

you shoved his cock back inside you and he choked, you picking up your previous brutal pace as he heaved and tugged at the lace in a horny sweat, never in his life seeing you like this as his skin physically itched and burned to touch you with every bounce of your pussy on his length, your cunt so warm as it strangled the life out of his dick and milked it, your tits bouncing in his face and the view of your ricocheting ass a straight up torment to him as he continued to pull frustratedly on the lace.

“let me touch you baby please— hah!—”

“nope.”

“please pretty i’m so sorry i’m sorry for everything that i did!”

his body trembled as you pistoned down on his cock, hiccups coming from his throat as his hips pathetically lifted from the mattress to compensate for not being able to feel you up, overstimulated tears at the corners of his eyes.

you whimpered and licked your lips delightfully at how good he felt and how he was whining for you, making him pay back for everything he did and said tonight as you leaned down and licked a long stripe up his chest to the side of his neck.

“holy shit—” heave “holy shit—”

you sat up on your knees and let his dick fall out again, megumi’s eyes bulging open and jaw dropping at the sudden stop.

“put it back in.” he panted. “i beg you please put it back in—”

“hmmm… i don’t know…” you rubbed your pussy over his cock, noises sticky and squelchy as you pondered. “i think i wanna stay just like this!”

you leaned down and gave him a wet kiss on his cheek.

“baby listen to me.” he looked at you desperately as you pulled away. “i love you i love you please untie me—”

“you love me?” you grinned.

“more than anything—”

“didn’t seem like it all those times you hung out with hana!” you shook your head disappointedly. “why don’t you keep hanging out with her and talking about her and throwing it in my face yeah? maybe ask her to get you off.”

“n—no baby i’m sorry i don’t know why i did that—”

“and since you like hanging out with her so much, i’ll go and hang out with ino.”

he stilled.

“huh?”

megumi’s chest picked up speed as he roughly tugged at the lace, your words already riling him up with the mere mention of you with somebody else.

“mhm! maybe i should slide my pussy over his dick just like this—”

“the fuck you just say to me?”

“—and let ino fuck me and bite me and suck my tits—”

megumi yanked and the lace snapped in two, tackling you and throwing you face down on the bed as he hauled your ass up and smacked it hard, receiving a yelp from you.

“is that what you want?” he plunged his dick inside of you and you cried out, going off balance from trying to lift yourself with your hands and dropping back down by the force. “you wanna be a slut and replace me?”

he grabbed a piece of the torn up lace and joined your wrists behind your back— hastily tying them together and securing it roughly, hooking his hands on the underside of your elbows and wrenching you up.

“gumi!—”

“you gonna do that to me baby?” he hammered his pelvis against the fat of your ass while holding you up at an arch, the bend giving megumi the leverage to absolutely demolish your insides while he fucked you. “you gonna break my heart like that?”

“no!” you sputtered, high pitched whimpers from you filling his ears. “i would never!—”

“uhuh, sure.” he panted, letting go and throwing you down on the sheets below to grip your hips— slamming them back to meet his in such a brutal pace that tears of ecstasy were streaming down your face, your cute pitchy moans mixed with your hiccups and sobs thrilling him sickeningly at the moment, for megumi was too far gone and in a state of animalistic and scary need for you, wanting you to remember that you’d always be his.

“you’d never yet i find you all alone with another man?”

“gumi i’m sorry!” you hiccuped. “i’m so s—sorry—”

megumi reached over and meanly pinched your wet cheek.

“i don’t wanna fucking hear it.”

he looped his fingers through the lace and pulled you up again, wrapping one arm over your shoulders under your chin and the other over your tummy as he enveloped you, dick splitting you open so fucking good that drool seeped from the corner of your mouth— megumi’s tongue coming out to lick it up alongside your tears and you squirming and pouting as he did.

“i bet ino wants to play with your pretty little pussy like this huh?” he spoke softly in your face, eyes crazed and wild as you jerked up and down. “i bet every single fucking guy at this stupid party wants to play with what’s mine right? and you’d let ‘em? you’d do that to me baby?”

you sniffled and whined. “no gumi!— hic!— i love you i wouldn’t—”

“i’d kill for you baby…” he whispered in your ear, nose nuzzled in your hair as your breath hitched.

“so be careful who you talk to yeah?”

megumi threw you back down and broke the lace again with two hands, your arms springing apart freely as he flipped you on your back and spread your pretty thighs, cock lining up, thrusting in and drilling as he hovered over you and kissed you so sloppily— majority of it the sloshing of tongues as you moaned into each other’s mouths and made a wet drooly mess.

“gumi— can i— pant— can i cum please please—”

he shivered at your begging as he trailed his lips to your cheek and gave you a kiss, hips rapid and curt as he felt his cock on the brink of spilling.

“you wanna cum on my dick?”

you licked your lips. “mhm! please.”

so sweet.

“yeah?”

“uh huh—”

“cum— hah— all over my dick baby s’okay—”

“guummiiii!—”

your orgasms flooded through both of your bodies like a white flash, you as a pair completely fucked out and sweaty and abused as megumi’s cum drained into your pussy, hot and droopy as his hips continued to absentmindedly rut his cum back inside of you while you were both borderline checked out with pink cheeks and dewy skin.

megumi was the first to come down from his high, his fogged half lidded gaze looking at your pretty face and pressing multiple small kisses along one side of your cheek, coaxing your little mind to come back from la la land as you stirred and whimpered.

“you okay?” he whispered, and you weakly nodded, sending him a cute tired smile.

“i think—” he sat up and moved a few strands of your hair away from your eyes, mumbling. “i think i was too rough baby i’m sorry…”

“what you just said was a sin.” you spoke flatly and he chuckled, you shifting to curl into his side and wrapping your arms around him, face hiding in his chest.

“…are you mad at me.”

his eyebrows pinched, a soothing hand running up and down your back. “no, never.”

megumi sighed deeply and stared up at the ceiling. “that should be my question to you…”

you lifted your face from his chest and looked at him. “why would i be mad at you gumi?”

“for everything.” he mumbled. “everything i did.”

you giggled, his heart instantly flooding with warmth at the sound as he clutched you tighter.

“but you didn’t do anything baby.” you kissed his collarbone. “everything you did i would’ve done exactly the same and maybe even worse.”

you played with the hems of your knee high socks. “but i shouldn’t have gone with ino gumi i’m really sorry... i genuinely just thought he wanted to catch up as friends… not that he— you know. i didn’t even know that until today.”

and megumi already knew it was exactly just that— your precious kind self trusting ino with everything you had, trusting a friend, that you weren’t considering any of the logistics that could consider a request like his shady.

but he was still so bothered in that moment. and he regrettably couldn’t help it, usually being able to swallow jealous tendencies whenever they appeared, but completely losing it seeing as you were so close to being disrespected like that.

and one issue after another and another made him shamefully insane for a little.

“no baby i know you don’t have to explain.” he answered gently. “i acted like a fucking psychopath today man.. i can’t tell you how sorry i am.”

“oh absolutely not.” you scoffed. “your reactions were so justifiable gumi…”

you looked at him. “you were frustrated and so was i. it was only natural for us to start having a fucking meltdown… but we had it together! right?”

megumi laughed a little and nodded, pulling back to look at you as you grinned.

“we just matched each others freak is all.”

how you managed to make every sour situation better and funny no matter the circumstance, was one of the millions amongst other things megumi loved most about you.

“i’m also trying to say that you don’t have to worry so much about me gumi…” you mentioned. “i can defend myself if i need to okay? i love to hit a man that deserves it.”

he playfully rolled his eyes and smiled softly at you, nodding and accepting your words but them having absolutely no effect, as he was going to continue to worry over you until his very death bed and beyond— that being a promise.

because from the second that you blessedly agreed to be his two years ago, megumi’s job was to worry about you and take care of you, to love you as he silently promised to you over and over again that he would try his hardest to keep you happy— happy with the life that he has given you as your man, and happy with him so that you’d keep wanting forever with him like he so badly wanted with you.

hana was nowhere to be found after you and megumi went back downstairs— not that either of you cared in the slightest as you gathered up your tiki mugs, bid your best friend and yuji goodbye and left the party as fast as you could, eager to get to his apartment and snuggle up under the covers with the warmth of each other’s bodies gently lulling you both to sleep, something megumi had been looking forward to all night and content once he finally got his wish.

and even after the roller coaster of events that happened at the halloween party, the both of you were happy and healthy and laughing about what had happened a couple of days later— you over at his apartment in bed with him during a rainy lazy november day, pajamas and fuzzy socks still on even though it was well past morning already, and with the smell of cookies baking in the oven from the recipe you had made together just for fun to partake in fall activities for the month, the two little pumpkins you had carved silly faces in earlier today with megumi sitting side by side cutely on his dining room table and ‘in love’.

“i say we run down the street right now in our pj’s.”

“baby it’s pouring outside.”

“so?” you pouted, crossing your arms as you sat there straddling his lap. “and then we can kiss in the rain!”

he smiled softly. “you’ll get sick though.”

“and so will you so then we can be sick together in your bed and have sick sex how about that—”

megumi threw his head back and laughed, the crinkle in his eye one you adored so much as you giggled alongside him and traced absentminded figures on his chest, his hands squeezing and caressing over your thighs lovingly.

“your audition is next week right.” he murmured. “for the cheer team.”

“mhm!” you nodded sweetly. “i’m sick to my stomach.”

he snorted, eyes flickering to yours amusedly. “you really shouldn’t be baby. it seems like they really want you and your best friend in.”

“yeah but—” you paused. “what if when i get there and they see me look like a fucking idiot they change their minds? or i talk their ears off and i get banned? or what if i ruin—”

“you’re not gonna get banned.” he chuckled. “just do your best okay… and i already know you will. trust me.”

you grinned, leaning down and peppering little kisses all over his rosy flushed face.

“you’re so niiiceeee gumi my goodness!”

he playfully rolled his eyes, the little smile on his face unwavering as he looked at you.

at his future.

“close your eyes.”

you stopped. “huh?”

“close your eyes.” he squeezed your thighs reassuringly. “i have a present.”

you gasped. “really?! holy fuck wait okay—” you covered your eyes with your hands. “okay okay i’m ready.”

you heard the opening and closing of a drawer, giddy and excited on his lap as he shuffled through a few things that you weren’t sure of.

“can i open nooww?”

he laughed a little. “hold on baby.”

“maaann—”

“okay now you can—”

you ripped your hands away from your face and you froze.

megumi had the prettiest black ring you had ever seen in your life in between his thumb and index, shiny and dainty as it had a cute black little heart in the middle to complete the piece, holding it out for you with flustered cheeks as he looked to the side.

“gumi…”

“it’s a promise ring.” he peered up at you. “do you like it.”

“a—” your eyes snapped to his. “a promise ring?”

he took your left hand that was on his chest and raised it, gently sliding the ring over your ring finger as you sat there in utter shock, him letting go and you slowly retracting your arm with your gaze locked on the stunning jewelry piece.

megumi had the ring hidden for months and dumbed around looking for the right time to give it to you… a time that was perfect and meaningful and intimate as he took it everywhere he went for that time— hidden in the crevices of his duffel bag during practice, stuffed in the pockets of his jackets or sweaters, and even the day of the party, his fingers playing and running along the smooth little heart while you had gone to change into your costume in his room, embarrassingly afraid and nervous over what you’d say even though he knew he didn’t need to be.

“i—” he struggled, you looking at him so sweetly and patiently as he tried to get his thoughts together.

“remember… when we went on that trip to the mountains with my dad… the car ride coming back?”

you quickly nodded. “i do.”

“and when you said that… you thought about us married.”

you blushed furiously and you nodded again, a silly shy smile growing.

“i was serious when i said i did too.” he stared up at you sincerely.

your eyes softened, your fingers lightly grazing over the ring, feeling it.

“i want a life with you..” he mumbled. “i want you to know and remember that… that i love you and i promise you soon it’ll happen. and on days where you’re not happy with me that i’d do anything for you so we can fix it.”

megumi never messed around when it came to you, and you were the one thing he never wanted to lose or let go.

he could live without and lose his car, his apartment, his things his fucking career and he still wouldn’t give a shit as long as your pretty face and smile was still by his side through it all— for you were the thing he absolutely couldn’t live without and would rather swim in boiling scalding water than experience it happen first hand.

megumi softly pinched your cheek. “i want you in my life forever pretty baby.”

your lip wobbled. “you do?”

he nodded, reaching into the collar of his hoodie and tugging out a silver chain with a black ring looped through, his heart beating through the roof as he held it up for you to see.

“i got a chain for it so i’d still be able to wear it under my uniform on the field.”

oh how you fucking melted at that, thinking over how megumi was so dedicated, so committed to the things that mattered most to him, and you couldn’t believe still sometimes even after being with him for two years and him always making sure you knew— that you were one of those things.

and you loved him.. so fucking much as you sniffled and covered your face, leaning forward to lay on his chest as megumi’s eyes softened and arms came to wrap around your body.

“i’m so happy i met you gumi.” you whispered in between your sobs, those words alone sending a spark of emotion through his body, feeling his eyes oddly and ever so slightly prickle.

“i’m so happy i met you baby..” he murmured, hand lifting to pat and smooth over the back of your head. “don’t cry..”

you sniffled and wiped your eyes, feeling so warm and safe under megumi’s arms as he kissed your wet cheeks and carded your hair away from your face, silently so loving as you settled down.

“i’m always happy with you gumi okay…” you spoke. “i’m never not happy. ever. and i’m so fucking thankful every single day that you love me as much as i love you and that i get to keep you.”

he breathed out a little laugh through his nose as you sat up, his glimmering lovesick eyes on you, you smiling.

“i want you in my life forever too baby.” you murmured, playing with the chain on his neck and fiddling with his ring. “i always have.”

megumi smiled, the feeling of joy and love so potent in his chest that he didn’t think a feeling so strong like that even existed or was supposed to happen to him.

but you made it happen. you never failed to make it happen.

his happiness.

“i wanna have your babies.”

megumi choked at your sudden comment, arm flying up to cover his coughs with the crook of his elbow as you giggled uncontrollably at his reaction.

“what?! it’s easy we just do what we already do now except i skip a month on my pill and you cum twice in me instead of once—”

“baby!—”

“i’m kidding!” you snickered over the furious blush on his cheeks, tapping his pinky nose. “i’m kidding i need to be a cheerleader first and then you can impregnate me because i know you want that so bad—”

“oh my god—”

“—and maybe you should cum inside three times actually because third times the charm and i feel like—”

megumi suddenly flipped your positions and tackled you down, lifting your top to reveal your tummy before digging his fingers into your sides and tickling you all over, you thrashing and gasping for air as you laughed loudly and tried to get away from him, him stuffing his face in your neck and nibbling obnoxiously.

“i’m sorry! please stop! gumi— eeekkk!”

“no.”

“i’ll do— i’ll do anything!—”

“no.”

you giggled and gasped. “gummmiiii!—”

days like this with you were megumi’s greatest days.

he didn’t need anything else. just you and your giggles and your smiles, your sweetness and your talkativeness as you brightened up his life in every single aspect, coated all of its tribulations with sunshine and warmth as you proved to him everyday still how beautiful life could be if he just let it.

and as ludicrous as the party was with bamboo shots and cheerleaders, tiki bars and shitfaced players and certain individuals literally trying to pull you both apart… you still loved it. an experience you were glad that you shared with together and barely had to make the effort to talk about and fix because there was nothing to fix.

you and megumi always understood each other, two souls on the same wavelength that ebbed and flowed in the same direction and in the same form always— a privilege that you never once clashed against each other so much so that it destroyed the natural flow of your currents.

because this sea was much different than the dark and torturous one he was in by himself all those years— the one he was in before he met you.

this one was sparkling and crystal blue, luke warm to the touch and fun as he didn’t mind the saltiness of it getting into his eyes, because somehow it never burned when it did, resolving itself quickly and gently and the waves themselves never making him feel like he couldn’t breathe but alive instead, and all while swimming and nurturing it kindly with you as he made sure that you never got tired or unhappy with it— never got tired or unhappy with him.

and all of that was a definite promise— resembled in the ring that sat pretty on your finger.

to look after you. to support you. to love you.

to make you happy.

always.

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[highdramas]

simmering | dr. jack abbot

pairing: jack abbot x f!resident!reader warnings: language, age gap (unspecified, but reader is late 20s/early 30s and jack is mid/late 40s), references to sex but nothing explicit, you and jack shower together after a horrible shift, pre-relationship domestic bliss, sweet sweet fluff <3 word count: 2.1k summary: you and jack are spent. you stumble into uncharted intimate territory in the confines of his luxurious shower. notes: if you are under 18 do not interact with my work or this fic. i wrote this kind of spur the moment today, but i'm very happy with how this turned out <3 this is a part of the ring of fire interconnected series, but it’s not necessary to read the prior parts to understand this fic. if you would like to, though, you can find the masterlist here <3 not proofread so apologies for any errors!

it’s a weird thing– the way that you feel entirely at ease in a place that should feel foreign.

jack’s apartment is homey. it’s in the swanky part of town that you always felt you’d never be able to afford. you assume it’s not the home that he shared with his wife; there are echoes of her, everywhere, but you don’t call them out. it doesn’t feel like your place to, anyway. because while she’s there, it’s jack that you feel all around you. you learn that he likes a specific scent of air freshener– woodsy and warm. you learn that he’s in dire need of some new pans, but you also learn that he’s not the greatest cook, so he’s been putting it off. you learn that he loves movies, and records.

you learn that he wears his dog tags, every day. at work, he keeps them tucked beneath scrubs, always out of view. at home, they rest heavy against his chest, and you’ve had to stop yourself from reaching out, trailing your finger along the chain.

it’s an effort to not touch him, most mornings. you’ve gone to his place after almost every single shift for the past two weeks. the two months prior to that, you were typically sitting at the park together until it was nearly ten in the morning and your stomachs were growling so loud it made you both laugh at yourselves.

the years before that, jack was your mentor, but you wouldn’t call him your friend. three months into your year as a senior resident and you feel like you’ve learned more about your attending than you had in the three years that you knew him prior. that’s not quite fair, you know. you knew him in the place he felt most comfortable, work. where he was always challenging you, he was always making you better, while helping you to trust your instincts, too, and letting them flourish. he knew when to push. you think he likes that you challenge him back, too. he always said that you were a fantastic learner. when you would pull through with an excellent save, the low rumble of his voice would often praise you. “good job, kid.”

but now you’re his senior resident and your relationship has changed. you’re not just his student in the sense of medicine. he’s teaching you how to be a leader, how to teach others. you’re his right hand. you’re an extension of one another in most ways, always working in tandem.

and you are fond of him in a way that is not professional. not even close.

when the two of you enter his apartment after a shift from hell– down a resident, new med student, a list of ridiculously rude patients– you each suck in a deep breath. your bags get dropped at the door, shoes kicked off, glasses of water each being filled and sucked down. you barely talked the whole car ride to his place. he had opened the door of his truck for you, closed it, and put on the punk rock station that he liked to listen to, sometimes.

“you should shower first,” jack breaks the quiet. “trust me. it’ll make you feel better.”

it was not the first time you’d showered at jack’s, and you figured it wouldn’t be the last, either. you level him with a look. “you told mckay on your way out the only thing you were looking forward to was a shower.”

“i’m a gentleman, kid. besides, you stink.”

you drop your jaw at him while he snickers. you don’t even mean to say it– you chalk it up to exhaustion bringing all your filters down. “we could always share. it is definitely big enough for two.”

the humor drops clean off of his face. when your brain catches up, and you realize what you’ve said, you shake your head. “i don’t know why i said that.” yes you do. you want to feel jack’s big hands on your shoulders, your neck. you’ve thought, not just once, about how good it would feel for them to run through your hair. the thought of that, the hot water from the shower…

fuck.

whatever is happening on your face, jack is not naive to. “are you sure about that?”

your mouth hangs open and he looks at you with that stare that is clinical, direct. “i–” your voice dies out in your throat. “that was inappropriate on my part. i’m sorry.”

“is that what you want?”

the question is straight forward, simple. all it requires is a yes or a no answer. but it feels so loaded, like a trick question before jack laughs and sends you off to gloria for inappropriate behavior. he seems to recognize this fear in you, because he shakes his head and takes a tentative step forward. “if i tell you, that i would want that…” he tilts his head to the side, seeking out that eye contact that he loves so much. “what would you say?”

you relent and meet his gaze. there’s something… real that simmers.

“that i do want it.”

“you mean that?”

you nod your head. jack shakes his. “no,” he empties that glass of water. “i want to hear you say it. all of it.”

your cheeks flame. “i’m exhausted. you’re exhausted. neither one of us should wait. we're grown adults that see and handle naked bodies all day for a living.” you meet his eyes. "we can handle sharing a shower."

this seems to satisfy him. he nods his head towards his bedroom, and the truly beautiful adjoining bathroom. he approaches his fancy shower, starts the water, and turns it as hot as it will go. “i know you,” he says, almost to himself, as he pulls out two towels, two washcloths. “bet you like to give yourself a third degree burn every time you shower.”

casting your eyes down, you laugh, because of course he can guess such a small detail about you. you watch as he takes a small shower chair out of the shower and sets it to the side. he rummages through a cabinet before he pulls out a cover for his leg, sliding it on and fastening it properly around his prosthetic. it strikes you that this is not something he would let just anyone see. it strikes you, because you feel honored, and you feel humbled that he would share this part of himself with you.

the sound of the water running, the feeling of steam curling around you– it sets every part of you on fire. you and jack look at each other head on. “i’ll get in first, and give you your privacy.”

you nod your head. you turn around away from him as he undresses, the sound of fabric rustling and falling to the ground. you hear that way the pattern of the water hitting the tile change when he carefully steps in. “your turn.”

you peer over your shoulder, and meet jack’s gaze. he smirks and turns around, facing the wall, true to his promise.

hurrying up and following suit, you get in the shower after him. he turns around to face you, water beginning to cascade over the both of you. ”will you let me take care of you?” he grabs the bottle of shampoo and shakes it. “you worked hard today, kid. let me.”

his hands are sure of themselves when they touch you, take your shoulders and turn you around. they’re confident as he makes sure your hair is properly wetted. they’re steady as he pools shampoo into the palm of his hand and begins to lather your scalp. you can’t help it, you groan– your head falls forward. you feel his thumbs begin to rub at the base of your neck, the place where it feels like all of your worries from the day come to congregate. “jesus christ,” he hisses. “you’re tense.”

“nothing an ibuprofen can’t fix,” you try to joke.

he shakes his head. “you’re killin’ me.”

“i don’t have time to go to the chiropractor, or get a massage.”

“make time.” his hands, sudsy from the vanilla shampoo that you’d brought over a week ago, knead into your upper spine. “trust me. you can’t heal others if you don’t heal yourself.”

“did you read that in a book?”

“no. had a good mentor tell me that, years ago. army days.” his hands still before they move back up to your hair. “you won’t last if you don’t do the things you need to do, for you.”

“like have my attending wash my hair for me?” you ask, smiling at the wall of his shower.

“exactly like that.” he tilts your head back and forth, rinsing the shampoo out, before he lathers your conditioner in his hands and smooth out the ends with it.

for as intimate as this all is… it doesn’t feel scary. you’re so tired, that it just feels good to have his hands all over you. it sets you on fire, yes, but not the blazing kind, the kind that would make you push him up against the wall and ask him to have his way with you. it’s a slow, simmering fire. the kind that stays controlled. the kind that can burn ten times as hot. a true slow burn.

you turn around, and finally meet him, eye to eye. your eyes trail downward to his dog tags. without letting yourself think about it too hard, you take it, your fingernails just barely scraping his chest. you watch his chest rise sharply as you run your thumb along the engraving. his hands flex at his sides.

“your turn,” you say, taking his shampoo. he turns around, allowing you to reach forward and work it into his hair. he groans, a hand splaying on the tile. you admire the freckles that dance across his back, and before you can think too much about it, you touch one with your finger, trailing to across his skin from freckle to freckle. “who knew you were hiding all of these?”

“i’m irish,” he bites back, goosebumps rising on his skin. he looks at you from over his shoulder. he looks good enough to eat.

you take the shower head and use it to carefully rinse out his hair. he takes it back from you and spins you once more, making sure the conditioner doesn’t continue to linger in your hair. and, back to back, you pass body wash back and forth, listening to the sound of the other wash their body.

“you can’t wash your leg with that thing on, can you?”

“nah. i’ll get back in and use the seat and wash it after i crash. it can wait.”

you don’t push. ( one day, though you don’t know it yet, you’ll sink to your knees in that same shower and reach a level of intimacy you didn’t know was possible, washing his leg, tending to him. but today isn’t that day. )

as the two of you rinse off, you’re left with this feeling, this feeling that something has changed, shifted, morphed. jack’s hands touched you like you were precious. you offered him that same care. jack turns the water off. you reach for the two towels and pass one to him and you dry off, side by side. you climb out first, the fluffy towel wrapped around your body, and without thinking twice about it, you offer jack your hand to transfer out from the shower. the towel hangs low on his hips, and you have to force yourself not to ogle him. “just take my hand,” you urge, words soft.

jack does. your thumb slides across his knuckles and you hesitate to drop it, even as he has both feet steady on the ground. there’s only a foot of space between the two of you. when you look at him, he’s already staring at you. “i needed that,” he admits in the quiet space that exists between you. the vulnerable space. the one that you’ve created here, in your little post-work oasis. “thank you.”

“you don’t need to thank me. i needed it too.” you feel yourself start to grow warm. “i think i also need to smoke.”

he sucks in a breath, the tension finally snapping, both of you smiling, content. this is easy, this is routine: smoke, sit on the couch, relax. “yeah. i got a little pack of joints on the coffee table.”

“can i crash here for a few hours? then i’ll get out of your hair?”

“stay as long as you want.” jack says it without missing a beat. he scratches at his chest, leaving angry red marks in his path. you have to tell yourself that it is not appropriate to want to trace them with your tongue.

it’s also not appropriate to shower with your attending, your mind counters. that wasn’t appropriate, but you did it.

standing there, you accept that you would do it again.

[rafesangelita]

bf!rafe x thick!reader.

i’ve been thinking about how reader is insecure about her thick thighs and ass so rafe fucks her dumb in the mirror forcing her to look at herself as he says how perfect she is <3

warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, mirror sex, mentions of body image issues and insecurities, body worship, praise, hair pulling, slapping, dirty talk, pregnancy kink (but rafe is serious about it??)

a/n: if you want to read more thick/bigger girl!reader, read this ‘thinking thot’ if you haven’t <3

“fucking look at yourself!” rafe grunted, wrapping a fist in your hair before forcing your head up to stare at your reflection. besides the obvious fact that you looked like a fucked-out mess, rafe wore a smirk that had you squeezing around him with a broken sob. “you’re so insecure and for what?” he landed a harsh smack to your ass, the loud sound making your cheeks heat, “if it wasn’t for this body i wouldn’t be able to fuck you like this..” you cried out when he let go of your hair and grabbed your hips, planting a foot on the mattress before drilling into you even deeper.

in this position he was easily nudging your cervix with every thrust, his fingers digging deep into your flesh as you struggled to keep your eyes on the full length mirror in front of you. “you make me so fucking mad when i hear you talk bad about yourself,” rafe said through gritted teeth, “saying you wish you looked better,” he scoffed, “..it doesn’t get better than this.” your knees nearly gave out from under you when he snaked a hand around your waist, his fingers working on your clit until you felt that familiar heat starting to simmer in your tummy.

“you’re so pretty, baby, it freaks me out sometimes,” rafe leaned down so his mouth was next to your ear, “you have no clue how many times throughout the day i have to resist the urge from bending you over and fucking you dumb— just like the way i am right now.” your eyes rolled back at his words, his praise shooting straight to your soaked cunt. “you make me hard without even doing anything, you know that? these curves are so fucking perfect, i could squeeze you and grab and rough you up just the way i want to. you drive me fucking crazy.” you weren’t only crying because of the way you were being pounded into right now, but because you knew rafe was coming from a place of genuine love.

you couldn’t help but feel insecure when you saw the kind of girls that always tried to get at your boyfriend, some even going as far as flashing you a wink when they stroked his arm while passing by. all of them looked flawless in your eyes, your insecurity creeping up on you and making you question why on earth rafe was even with you. questioning rafe’s devotion was exactly what got you in the position you were in right now. “look up, ‘pretty, i need you to see what i see.” he clasped a hand around the back of your neck, dragging you up so your back was flushed against his chest.

your body was on full display, your teary gaze meeting rafe’s as he fixed your head in place to make you look at yourself. “starting with this face,” he was still thrusting into you when he stroked your cheek, “i don’t think you’re real sometimes. especially when we wake up in the morning and the sun is hitting you just right..” he planted a kiss in the curve of your shoulder. “you don’t even know this but on the days i wake up earlier than you i just watch you. admire you.” you moaned when you felt him hit your sweet spot, your eyebrows knitting together as you took your bottom lip between your teeth.

“these tits,” rafe took both of his hands and cupped you, rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers, “this is why i love it so much when you’re on top.” you laughed softly, a small smile playing on rafe’s lips as he continued rocking into you. you knew rafe wasn’t lying, he always looked hypnotized and dazed whenever you rode him, his eyes glued to your chest while you bounced on top of him. “these thighs are the same thighs that i always need my head in between. whether you’re sitting on my face or i have you pinned down on your back, i fucking love them.” he rasped, his hips stuttering as he began approaching his high.

“your hips and your waist..” your mouth fell open in a silent moan when he found your clit again, “you’re gonna carry my kids, i’ll make sure of that.” you gasped when he picked up his speed, his words hitting you right where you’d feel them most. “m’gonna make you have my babies, ‘give you even more reasons why you should love your body the same way i do. you understand?” you nodded frantically, turning your head so he could take you in a searing kiss. that was all it took for both of you to fall over the edge, rafe carefully laying you down on your tummy as he filled you up.

you two stayed like this, your kisses growing more feverish once he pulled out, rafe wasting no time in wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. he traced the curve of your lips, thumbing away the tears from your eyes as you sighed. “i don’t ever want you to question the love that i have for you, do you understand?” you cozied up to him, whispering a ‘yes.’ before he hummed sleepily.