#going to keep watching anime and hopefully calm down

[23sanguinity]

Why is it that I’m always the most dysphoric when my sensory issues are the worst I had to force myself to take off my binder and I can’t put on a sweater because I’ll overheat immediately and god I want to kill my uncle

[joemama-2]

this is not how you imagined your friday night would go.

you thought you’d be watching the stars by now after a nice dinner. maybe some compliments, maybe even a small kiss shared. or some held hands.

but no. because currently you’re seated on the expensive couch, eyes fixated on some random nature documentary because you don’t have the courage to face the six year old boy to your left and demand him to stop staring.

you like kids, but this one oddly makes you nervous, scared almost.

your date is in the bathroom taking way too long and you’re half tempted to up and leave. your posture is stiff, forcing yourself to find the screen interesting.

our of your peripheral, you can see the boy raise his spoonful of ice cream to his mouth, head tilting like you’re one of the animals being observed on the TV.

“are you the one he keeps talking about?”

confusion strikes you as you finally turn your head to face him. your titled head mirroring his own. “um…..i’m not sure.”

a part of you feels flattered by the sudden fact. is satoru really talking about you? but then an unsettling feeling takes place, one of hesitation and jealously. or is he talking about someone else?

“you have the black Cane Corso, right?”

ah, so it’s the former. you smile. “oh, yeah. that’s me.”

“what’s his name?” the little boy asks you, shifting his small body as the talk of dogs gains his attention by the second.

“sunny.”

his brows pinch together. “why sunny?”

“because he was a stray, i found him in a box on a very hot day.”

he hums and nods before asking yet another question. you forget how curious children can be. “is he nice?”

you chuckle. sunny has the stereotype of being aggressive due to his breed and size, but he’s anything but. he’s your gentle giant who gets scared of butterflies and plastic water bottles. “he’s really nice, he loves meeting new people and licking.”

you playfully stick your tongue out with a look of a faux grimace. this gets the small boy to crack a hint of a smile. it warms your heart almost instantly. “you like dogs?” you ask him, voice softening.

he nods automatically. “i really like dogs, i have two dogs. one is white and the other is black.”

“oh wow,” your eyebrows raise. “that’s so cool, are they big too?”

“mhm.” he nods.

you do a small look around. “where are they?”

he simply shrugs and answers, “they only come out sometimes.”

you want to ask what he means by that, but you figure satoru would best know. speaking of, he must be shitting a big one or he’s trying to calm his nerves inside that bathroom down the hall.

the little boy hesitates, like he wants to ask another question but isn’t sure if he should. you give him an encouraging nod and he sighs. “can you bring sunny next time?”

—————————————————————

“when you said you were fostering, i assumed a pet or something. not an actual child.” you tell Satoru as he’s walking you to your apartment door.

the two of you stop in front and he takes this time to grin. “do i not look like a boy dad?”

your eyebrow raises with an unamused expression. “no, first off, you look like a girl dad. and second off, does he consider you his dad?”

“nah, not at all. more like an older brother if anything. or maybe that annoying uncle everyone hates.” he reaches forward to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “did he like you?”

“i hope so.” your lips purse. “i wasn’t exactly ready to pitch myself as a good person tonight to some kid.”

satoru chuckles, thumb lingering on your cheek. “don’t need to pitch yourself, just be you and he’ll like you just as much as i do. well—actually—hopefully not as much. i’d hate to have competition.”

you can’t help but roll your eyes. “he did mention a next time, though. wants me to bring my dog.”

“you mean that oversized human on all fours?”

your hand collides with his shoulder. he laughs and intertwines your fingers with his. “kidding, kidding. don’t get violent, at least not now.”

leaning down, his lips kiss your forehead smoothly, they linger for a few seconds before he mutters against your skin. “his names megumi, i hope you’ll get along.”

your stomach flutters during this moment, relishing in the easy and comfortable intimacy. you nod and murmur back. “of course.”

he pulls back and smiles down at you. just as he’s about to speak another cheesy line, you beat him to it.

“so….you talk about me a lot?”

[mountttmase]

The Way You Love Me

Note - I promised never to write a fic as long as what I need again but this is longer by 3k so sorry about that 😭 this fic would be nothing without @masonmtxo and just thank you so much for all the hours we spent brainstorming this cause I just had so much fun 🩷 this one’s for you bestie 🤗 this fic is a part two of Like Magnets so if you haven’t read that first please do but if you don’t want to hopefully you can keep up! Love you guys I hope you enjoy and feedback is appreciated 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 24.2k

Warnings - smut fluff and angst

You still remember that morning you woke up next to Mason for the first time after you’d reacquainted the night before. You’d been crying like a crazy person and as a result could barely open your eyes but you laid on his chest and watched him intently.

You loved the way his brows were pinched, making him look pissed off in his sleep. It made your heart feel soft and you couldn’t help but reach out to touch them to try and smooth them out. Your fingers shifting him awake slightly but it was worth it so see the smile on his face when his eyes landed on yours.

‘Good morning beautiful’ he sighed, pulling you in closer before leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. ‘You look like you’ve been punched in both eyes’

‘Very funny’ you laughed, rubbing at your eyes to try and do something with them but you knew nothing would make a difference. You could feel they were still swollen from all the crying you’d done last night but right now it was worth it to wake up next to him. ‘Do you have to rush off or do you want breakfast?’

‘I’ll probably have to go sweetheart, I need to get to training’ he pouted and even though you knew that was probably the case you were still sad about him leaving.

‘Okay’ you whispered, a sad smile on your face as he tucked some hair behind your ear and you could tell he was wracking his brain to try and think of something to make you smile.

‘Do you wanna come over to mine tonight?’ He offered, holding your jaw as he stroked your cheek gently and you cursed yourself at that being all it took to make your face light up like the sun.

‘Really? Already?’

‘Yeah, I’m not hiding you or anything anymore. I want you to be a part of my life for real’ he confirmed and even though you told him last night you wanted to take things slow you also knew you had more to talk about. ‘So you’ll come?

‘Okay’ you whispered, giddy and excited about seeing him later and you could see from the smile he was giving you that he felt exactly the same.

‘I’ll send you the address, yeah? And I’ll have dinner waiting for you’

‘I might reconsider in that case’ you joked and the look of shock on his face made you giggle.

‘Cheeky, I’ll get you back for that’ he teased, feeling him move his hands to your waist so he could tickle you relentlessly until you were practically begging him to stop. Pulling him down for a kiss in the end to distract him and you couldn’t help but let out a content hum at the way you melted into each other.

So you went to his that night, him texting you the address along with one of the animal facts he’d saved for you just as promised and you weren’t sure what to expect. It was just his flat as Robin was still in the house but it was still nicer than what you had and you could tell Robin had never set foot in here. It was a man cave to a T but you could tell he’d tidied up a bit for you. Letting you know he’d ordered food so you were safe and you spent the evening cuddled up on the sofa stealing sweet kisses from each other.

‘I like it here, it’s calm’ you commented after a while, watching the corners of his lips tilt up into a soft smile.

‘Well whenever you wanna drop by you can, you know I love having you around’

‘I might take you up on that’ you winked and he was quick to kiss you again. The pair of you not able to keep your hands off of each other it seemed but you weren’t complaining. You’d missed his touch more than you’d realised over the weeks you’d spent apart and now you were back you felt that same force sticking you together again.

‘I hope you do’ he laughed before his face turned serious as he gripped your chin to look at you. ‘What do you think about me introducing you to some people properly soon?

‘Oh? Um I mean-‘

‘Yeah I mean some of my mates know who you are and I’ll tell my family about us soon I promise. You know like when the timings good and-‘

‘Mase wait’ you interrupted. Wanting to stop him in his tracks as he’d clearly got a little ahead of himself and forgot that you’d requested to take things slowly, the thought of having to let him down a bit made your heart hurt but you knew you had to be strong on this one .

‘What’s wrong?’

‘It’s just, it’s a bit fast for me’ you whispered, the sudden realisation changing Mason’s expression in an instant and thankfully you didn’t get the vibe that we was mad or anything.

‘Oh no not you’re right, sorry I just got a bit excited. We've got loads of time for that’

‘I just-‘

‘You don’t need to explain’ he smiled, cutting you off with a quick kiss. ‘You need time and I know that. I’m happy to wait until you’re ready, okay? And if I’m this pushy again just tell me to back off. I’ll take what you give me, just like we agreed’

‘Okay’ you whispered, your heart soaring at the fact he’s actually listened to you and was respecting your boundaries but It wasn’t just Mason going fast that made you pump the brakes. You were nervous about everything that would come with being in his world and meeting everyone as you weren’t sure what people might think of you or if they’d have something to say, but thankfully you were keeping things on the down low for now. Agreeing that you’d take it slow and since the evening you’d spent at his you’d only physically seen him once in three weeks when he came over to yours for a movie night and you realised how much you loved being around him again.

You’d kept in touch with messages and the odd facetime but you missed his touch, his kisses and the way your head fit so perfectly on his chest so after your dinner plans fell through one night, you thought it would be nice to surprise him in hopes you could cook for him or treat him to a takeaway. Taking him up on his offer of popping over whenever you liked and heading over straight from work without letting him know you were on the way.

You weren’t expecting the door to open to a mop of blonde curls though. Their face eyeing you curiously before they sent you a friendly smile and it finally clicked that you’d seen this person before.

‘Oh hey, y/n right? It's nice to see you again’

‘Y-yeah that’s me’ you nodded. Face to face with the boy from the first night you met Mason who didn’t seem to take too kindly to you. ‘Woody right?’

‘Yeah, that’s me’ he laughed, stepping back and nodding you in but you felt awkward and shy and you stepped inside.

‘Sorry, I had no idea you’d be here I was just gonna speak to Mase about something but it’s fine I can come back another time’ you told him, hoping to make it seem like you were just popping in rather than going with the expectation of staying a while.

‘No don’t be silly, come in’ he smiled before you followed him into the sitting room, wondering if Mason would be in there but when you turned the corner there was no one else around. ‘He’s not stopped yapping about you since I’ve seen him. We’re only watching a film so it’s fine, he’s actually just ordering some food. You eaten?’

‘Oh no I um-‘

‘You know what he’s like, eyes bigger than his belly so I’m sure there will be plenty. You might as well stay and eat with us’ he offered and even though his attitude seemed to have done a 180 and he was being more than welcoming you still felt weird about intruding.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Definitely’ he smiled, before he gulped and you knew he was getting ready to say something else. Your heart rate picking up at what might be an awkward encounter but he was talking before you could tell him to stop. ‘Listen, I kinda wanted to talk to you anyway at some point and now seems like as good a time as any. I wanted to apologise for that night, you know when you first met him? I know I didn’t come across as very friendly but you know it was never you right?’

‘I know, you don’t have to be sorry’ you told him, knowing he was just looking out for Mason and it was clear to see he had his back over anything. ‘It was weird for everyone, like I knew nothing at the time and I know you were just looking out for him’

‘I was, and I know how tough things have been for him but I can’t tell you how happy you make him’ he laughed, feeling your cheeks flush straight away at his confession. You knew Mason made you happy but to hear it coming from someone so close to him meant more than anything. ‘It’s like having a whole different Mason around’

‘Well he makes me happy too’ you nodded, speaking quietly as you were embarrassed to admit to him. ‘I know it’s been rocky and weird but-‘

‘I don’t think they understood my southern accent but if my calculations are correct it should be delivered in half an hour’ you suddenly heard Mason shout through the hall, you and Woody turning to look at each other with a smile before Mason rounded the corner and he spotted you straight away. His face a mask of shock but you could tell he was happy and also a little flustered. ‘Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you had plans?’

‘I did, but they got cancelled last minute. I was just popping in but I didn’t realise Woody was here too’

‘I told her she can stay for dinner, you’ve ordered enough right?’ Woody asked him, raising his brows at him. Almost as if he was trying to tell him to act cool but Mason was way beyond that and you could see how giddy he was just at the sight of you.

‘Yeah I have’ he smiled, slowly making his way over to you and as if Woody knew it was his que to go, he excused himself to the loo.

‘Thought he’d never leave’ Mason laughed, falling down next to you on the sofa so he could wrap you up in his arms and you felt your whole body relax as you held each other. ‘Missed you, gorgeous’

‘I missed you too’ you whispered, hiding your head in his neck as you felt too shy to look at him and soon enough he was trying to pull you away so he could see you.

‘Hey, why won’t you look at me’ he laughed, trying to tickle your sides and his plans worked as you started to squirm away but you moved your hands over your face to hide again. ‘Baby, what are you doing?’

‘Stop it, I’ve gone all shy’ you laughed, hoping he’d leave you be but just as you’d figured he did no such thing. Prying your hands away from your face so your red cheeks were exposed to him and the bright smile on his face made you melt.

‘Why are you shy, it’s only me’ he whispered, his own cheeks just as red and you thought it was the most adorable thing in the world.

‘I know’ you giggled, letting him cup your jaw before resting your face in his hand so you could gaze into each other's eyes lovingly before he dipped down to kiss you.

It was like having your first kiss all over again. Slightly hesitant and soft but you could feel his smile on your lips and feel the tsunami of butterflies swarming in your tummy. You loved kissing Mason, and each time you got to kiss him again you remembered how much. Letting him take control as he carefully dipped his tongue into your mouth so he could brush it against yours and in the end you had to pull away as you felt yourself overwhelmed by him. Your heart pounding in your ears as you struggled to catch your breath but his soft smile and kind eyes relaxed you when you were finally able to look at him.

‘You guys want a drink?’ Woody suddenly called, the pair of you jumping slightly and Mason answered for the both of you before he came back to the living room with his arms full of cans from the fridge. They both let you have the first pick before you took your coat off to get comfy on the sofa but Mason was giving you the once over before his face scrunched a little.

‘Do you wanna get changed, love? I’ve got some things you can borrow if you don’t wanna sit in that’ Mason asked, his eyes trailing over your body trapped in your stuffy work trousers and tight top and you couldn’t think of anything better than putting something else on.

‘Actually yeah, if you don’t mind. These trousers are suffocating me’ you laughed but he just nodded at you with a knowing smile.

‘Yeah come on, I’ll go grab you something’ Mason laughed, reaching down to pull you up before leading you down the hall and even though you were just getting changed, having him lead you to his room by the hand made your legs weak.

You followed him in, watching him pull some stuff out of his drawers and handing them to you with a smile before he nodded his head into the bathroom.

‘I won't be long, you can get changed in here’ he told you. Popping a quick kiss to your cheek before he left you to it.

You were just pulling his top over your head when you heard the bathroom door click open. Turning around to see Mason's eyes already over your bare legs and you gulped as he made his way over to you.

‘Sorry, I thought you’d be done’

‘It's okay’ you whispered, placing your hands on his chest as he wrapped his around your lower back and you felt the air shift immediately.

‘Sorry about Woody, I know you waited to wait to meet people’

‘It’s honestly fine, I think we’re gonna be besties’ you winked and the little laugh that erupted from him filled you with pride. You knew he had the prettiest smile you’d ever seen and you loved making him laugh, getting to see him so happy made you feel like you were floating.

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Yeah, apparently I make you really happy and you don’t stop talking about me’ you teased, letting him kiss your cheek and jaw but you almost lost it when you felt his lips at you ear so he could speak.

‘Woody is many things but he’s not a liar, so yeah I’d say that’s all true’ he told you quietly. ‘Woodys a nice entry level, if he’s on board then the rest will be fine when it’s time’

‘Masey’ you whispered, letting him pull back to look at you properly and you could see in his eyes that you both wanted the same thing to happen next. ‘Can I have another kiss?’ You asked, the question only leaving your mouth for a second before he dipped his head and planted lips on yours.

This was nothing like the kiss in the living room. This was slow and steamy and when his hands gripped your bum you let out a faint moan before he hoisted you up to carry you over to his bed. Sitting down at the end so you could straddle him and when you felt his hands on your naked waist as he slipped them under your top you almost lost it.

This was as close as you’d gotten to each other in a while, having not been intimate since he ran out on you after and since you were taking things slowly, sex had been off the table. Ideally you were hoping you could have held out a bit longer and make him work for it, you were drawn back to him like usual. Wanting to touch him and feel him in every way shape and form as you pressed your body into him until you could feel him pressing into you.

‘Mase! Foods here’ Woody suddenly shouted down the hall, the pair of you jumping away from each other before looking up at him. His eyes dark and pretty lips were swollen but he quickly pressed a kiss to your cheek before rolling his eyes

‘Coming’ he called before looking back at you and you both knew you were a little annoyed at being interrupted again but also knew it was for the best. ‘Come back when you’re ready, yeah?’ He nodded, stroking your cheek gently.

‘Okay’ you whispered and with one final kiss he left you to finish getting changed. Giving yourself a moment to collect yourself before pulling on a pair of his shorts and wandering back out to find the pair of them in the kitchen and the smell of the food made your tummy rumble.

‘I forgot to ask, what did you order?’ You asked, coming up behind Mason and placing your hand on his back which made him jump slightly but he was quick to send you a wink.

‘Chinese’ he smiled. ‘Don’t worry, I conveniently ordered your favourite. It’s like I knew you were coming’

‘Why did you do that?’

‘Well I’d consider it our favourite now. You’ve made me see the light’ he winked before dishing you up two identical plates.

‘I feel awful, are you sure there’s enough?’

‘Of course there is love, even got some left over’ he reassured you, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before grabbing both your plates and ushering you into the living room.

You all spoke as you ate, Mason and Woody updating you on some exciting plans and trips they had coming up before Mason was nudging your shoulder and telling you he wanted to take you away at some point but you just blushed as you tried to brush him off. Knowing it was way too early to think about trips when you were still figuring out what everything was.

‘So when can I take you on that first date?’ Mason asked once you’d finished eating. Popping your plates on the coffee table as Woody set the movie up and thankfully Mason pulled you into his body without you having to ask for a cuddle.

‘Whenever you like’ you nodded and the smile on his face my your heart flutter.

‘Okay, perfect. What would you like to do? Remember I said I’d take you wherever you wanna go so think carefully’

‘Hmmm’ you mused, wondering if you should say something completely ridiculous to test the waters as he seemed so cool about everything and when you sent him a cheeky smile he raised his brows at you expectantly. ‘I fancy pizza… in Italy’

‘Pizza in Italy?’

‘You said whatever I want’ you shrugged, watching his face scrunch up adorably as he knew he’d walked into that one but he didn’t seem phased by your request in the slightest.

‘I did say that didn’t I’ he laughed, kissing your cheek sweetly ‘I’ll make it happen’

‘I’m joking Mase’ you told him, knowing if you didn’t he’d actually take you there and the cheeky smile in his face wasn’t exactly doing anything to calm your nerves.

‘No no, I’ll do it-‘

‘Oi, fingers on lips you two. I can’t hear this’ Woody laughed, the two of you bursting into giggles at how stroppy he seemed but you felt bad enough for ruining boys night so you snuggled into Masons chest as he rested his head on top of yours and kept silent for the rest of the movie. Letting Mason kiss your forehead whenever he felt like it and sneak his hand under your top so he could feel your skin under his fingers.

You fell asleep on Mason's chest with around ten minutes left of the film to go. Mason noticing straight away that you’d turned heavy and your breathing was deeper but he let you sleep. Knowing today had been a long day for you and you were exhausted but he couldn’t help but look down at you adoringly. Pressing the softest of kisses to your hairline every so often until the credits were rolling and and he looked over to see wishing giving him a knowing smile that he returned.

‘You gonna wake her up?’ Woody asked quietly but Mason was torn. Looking back down at you so peacefully sleepily on him make him not want to move a muscle.

‘I don’t know what to do. I’d let her sleep here tonight but I don’t know what she wants. She’s had a lot on lately I don’t wanna wake her up’

‘Well you can’t lay there all night, you’ll do your back in’ Woody laughed, standing up so he could stretch his body out but clearly he’d forgotten the remote was on his lap and when it crashed to the floor you woke up with a fright.

‘Shit, sorry’ he whispered, his face turning red instantly but Mason was quick to rub your back and settle you again as your bleary eyes looked up into his.

‘Hey sleepyhead’ he whispered. ‘Do you want me to talk you home’

‘Not really’ you sighed, trying to burrow yourself into his chest even further as you were so comfortable and the rubble of Mason's chest as he laughed made you giddy.

‘Come on love, we need to get up’

‘Nooo’ you protested. Holding your ground as you laid there and you could tell he was amused by your little tantrum.

‘What do you wanna do then?’

‘I think she wants to stay the night, Mase’ Woody called from the kitchen. It making you smile that Woody understood and Mason didn’t and when he looked down at you his cheeks were a bright pink.

‘Do you?’ He whispered, holding you to his chest like he wasn't about to let you go anyway and when you nodded up at him you felt his whole body relax.

‘Is that okay?’

‘Of course it is, You don’t have to ask’ he told you. Kissing your hairline a few times before attempting to get up and eventually you moved yourself off of him and let him lead you to his room.

‘Thank you’ you whispered, ridding yourself of the shorts he gave you so you could sleep in just his shirt and when he eventually climbed in next to you in just his boxers you couldn’t hold in the content hum as your skin touched his.

‘You don’t need to thank me, gorgeous. You know I’ve been dying to be next to you again like this’ he told you. Kissing your head softly wherever he could reach. ‘What time do you need to go in the morning?’

‘I’m working from home tomorrow so I can just get a cab or something’

‘No you won’t, I’ll drop you on the way to training okay?’ He smiled and all you could do was nod and nestle yourself into him further.

This was your happy place and you were so excited to be back.

-

He stuck to his promise and drove you home in the morning and by the time lunch rolled around this sight of his name popping up on your phone made you giggle like a schoolgirl.

You knew exactly what this meant, and after your heated make out session that Woody had interrupted you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him again. In your mind you’d wanted to wait a bit longer but you physically couldn’t at this point as you were once again drawn back to him and now that you knew he might want to make your first time special you couldn’t stop thinking about what he might be planning.

You saw him briefly once for a quick lunch date on one of his days off but it was for barely over an hour as you had to get back to work but you both knew what was coming up and no matter how much you asked he wasn't giving in and telling you where you were going so your imagination was running wild.

When the day of your date finally came, Mason's driver came and picked you up around 8am. A horrifically early morning by your standards but you wanted to get there early so you could check in and get settled and ready for Mason and in the back of his fancy car with a movie on, the drive didn’t feel that long.

You didn’t know what hotel you were staying at exactly, Mason had given you the name but you’d never heard of it and hadn’t bothered to look it up but when you eventually stumbled from the back of the car it you thought you’d been dropped off at the wrong destination.

‘Are you sure this is it?’ You asked the driver as he unloaded your case but he nodded at you warmly as he set it up on the floor for you.

‘100%’ he laughed. Clearly catching on to your stunned expression. There were fancy hotels and there were fancy hotels and this was definitely the latter. ‘Reception is just through that door, will you be alright or do you want me to come in with you?’ He offered and even though you could have used his support, you felt a bit silly so just shook your head lightly.

‘I’ll be alright, thanks though’ you smiled and bid him a quick goodbye before making your way inside.

The reception was huge, a high ceiling with a grand chandelier and you must have looked a bit lost as someone directed you to the check in desk and you were checked in fairly quickly. Taking both room keys as Mason said he’d just text you when he was here so you could let him in and you made your way up to the top floor.

Once the door was open you wondered again if something had gone wrong somewhere. The room was huge with a huge double bed and balcony but the glass walled bathroom that you could see straight into made you blush. The shower being the perfect spot to watch from the bed and your mind was going crazy with all the possibilities.

Mason had told you to treat yourself to room service for lunch before you got settled for a nap, knowing Mason would still be a few hours and once you were awake you took and everything shower before you started getting ready. You were expecting a call from Mason at any moment and just as you’d finished drying your hair you heard your phone ping and you knew he was outside.

‘Hello gorgeous’ he smiled, cupping your jaw and pulling you into a kiss that made your knees weak before you let him in fully. Letting him dump his bag on the bed before he turned to look at you again and the cheeky smirk on his face was making you blush. ‘Nice robe’

You laughed as you looked down at yourself, not wanting to get fully dressed after your shower you’d just changed into the rather racy black underwear you’d bought specifically for tonight and thrown the fancy hotel robe over the top so you could get ready in some comfort but you could tell from the look in his eyes that he wanted to undress you right here and now.

‘Well I’ve never been in a hotel this fancy, and I’ve always wanted to try the robes on so I’m just living my little fantasy’

‘Trust me, so am I’ he drawled, his eyes all over you as he took you back in his arms. Hands trailing down to grab your bum as his lips landed on your cheek before he littered kisses down your neck and you knew exactly what he wanted.

‘Nuh uh, I need to finish getting ready with no distractions’ you told him, pulling away so you could walk over to your makeup bag but you knew he was pouting behind you.

‘But I haven’t seen you for a week’

‘And we got all night to make up for it’ you reasoned, flashing him a smile before picking your bag up and nodding towards the balcony. ‘Now I’m going to do my makeup’

‘Spoil sport’ he laughed, kissing your forehead as you made your way past. ‘I’m gonna have a shower okay’

It was probably a good thing that you were doing your makeup outside and away from Mason, knowing that if he was showering you’d be able to see him in all his glory and you’d probably end up joining him so you kept yourself out of the way and only went back in to get changed. Taking a few lipstick options into the bathroom with you as you were still undecided and wanted to be fully dressed before you settled on a colour.

Your outfit was fairly simple, a short black dress that showed off your legs but the long sleeves kept it a touch more conservative and you knew Mason would love the way it clung to your body and accentuated your hips.

You’d never worn it before, but the tube of red lipstick you’d purchased a while ago and never opened had called your name whilst you were packing last night. Wondering if Mason would like it and since you’d kept the rest of your makeup pretty simple you figured it would be fine to try. Applying it as carefully as you could so you didn’t smudge it and once you were done you wondered why you hadn’t tried it sooner. You felt sexy and you couldn’t wait to go and see what Mason thought.

His jaw physically dropped as soon as soon as he saw you. Eyes trailing all over you as he took every inch of you in and you felt yourself blush under his stare. No one else had ever made you feel this way by just a look and it was like he had the power to make you crumble.

‘You look unreal’ he breathed, walking towards you slowly before resting his hands on your waist. ‘I wanna kiss that lipstick off you so bad’

‘Well you can’t, not till later anyway’ you told him as his pout was evident. Kissing your temple and your cheek before pulling back to give you another once over and you felt your tummy flutter at the way he was looking at you.

‘This is like torture’ he whispered, squeezing your hips but the way you bit your lip as you smiled clearly send him over the edge as he met out a shuddery breath. ‘That's it, we’re not going’

‘Mason-’

‘Nope sorry, I won’t be able to concentrate on anything if I’m sat opposite the human embodiment of Betty boop. I can barely think of a coherent thought right now so let’s just skip dinner’ he laughed and even though you knew he was joking the thought of a whole evening between the sheets with Mason was tempting. You were starving though and curious as to what he’d planned so you pouted up at him in hopes he’d finish getting ready so you could go.

‘But Mason, I’m hungry’

‘Me too, but not for food’

‘Mason I’m serious’ you laughed, tapping his chest as he wrapped himself around you again but you could see he was only playing and with a slight roll of his eyes he was smiling at you again.

‘Alright fine, let me finish getting ready and we’ll go yeah?’

‘Thank you’ you grinned. Letting him kiss the end of your nose and before you knew it he was ready in front of you. Your mouth watering at how good he looked and now you knew how he must have felt before as all you wanted was to drag him back to bed and have your way with him finally.

You managed to restrain yourself though, the pair of you leaving the room and making your way into the Uber outside and you’d been driving around for around ten minutes when you realised you still had no idea where you were going.

‘So where are we going then?’ You asked nonchalantly, hoping he’d forget it was a surprise but the twinkle in his eye let you know you were still about to be kept in the dark.

‘I thought you knew? Pizza in Italy right?’ He winked, watching a pout form on your lips that he was quick to kiss away carefully. ‘It’s a surprise’

You let him have his fun, driving for another ten minutes or so before you pulled over and Mason helped you get out of the car. This wasn’t an area of London you knew very well and when you looked up at him he was smiling down at you sheepishly.

‘Where are we?’

‘Little Venice’ he smiled as he took your hand and you felt your cheeks redden at how thoughtful he’d been. ‘I know it’s not Italy but it’s the closest we have’

‘Mason… this is…’ you mumbled. Lost for words for the boy in front of you and even though this was already the best date you’d even been on you could tell he was still eager to impress.

‘Is it okay?’ He asked, squeezing your hand as his eyes tried to find yours but you were feeling shy at the way he’d put so much effort in and you couldn’t look at him properly.

‘I’m speechless’

‘Is that good or bad?’

‘It’s very good’ you smiled, finally looking back to him before reaching up to give him a quick peck on the lips as you knew he needed a little reassurance. It seemed to do the trick and before long he was guiding you along the narrow path by the canal until your eyes caught sight of a restaurant that was situated above you on a bridge. ‘Is that where we’re going?’

‘Surprise’ he laughed, letting go of your hand so he could wrap his arm around your shoulder before kissing your head and it was like you were lost for words all over again. Looking up to see his shy smile directed down at you but you were too gobsmacked to think.

‘Mase… it’s beautiful’

‘Just like you then’ he whispered shyly before taking your hand once more and leading you to the door.

It was just as beautiful inside and your table was outside on the middle of the balcony so you could look over the river. Your eyes filling with tears as soon as you were able to take everything in but Mason was quick to grab your hand and run his thumb over your knuckles to settle you a bit.

‘Mase… this is…’

‘Just the tip of the iceberg’ he smiled. ‘I’m gonna treat you the way I should have from the start so you’re gonna have to get used to this’ he told you sincerely but you weren’t sure if you were ever going to be able to get used to it. You felt utterly spoiled and you’d only just sat down.

Thankfully you and Mason liked the same sort of foods so after starting off with some cocktails you ended up ordering a pizza to share and a pasta that the both of you thought sounded nice so you could share that too and you had to stop yourself from getting too giddy as he tried to feed you multiple times throughout the night.

‘How’s the pizza?’ He asked, taking a bite out of the slice he’d just fed you with but the way he rolled his eyes in pleasure let you know he thought it was good.

‘Really nice, what do you think?’

‘I like it, we can compare it to the real thing soon’ he winked but you just looked back at him in confusion until he nodded to a white envelope that was sat in front of the menus that you’d completely missed until now.

You sent him a confused look, but he didn’t crack. Waiting for you to open it before he said anything so you took it carefully and opened it with a slight frown. Unsure as to what it could be but you recognised they were plane tickets instantly.

‘Mason…’

‘It’s not for a few months, have to wait till the season ends, but I promised I’d make it happen and I will’ he smiled.

‘I can’t… Mase it’s too much’ you told him. Shutting the envelope as you were too overwhelmed with what he might have done but he was quick to take your hand and rub his thumb over your knuckles soothingly.

‘Nothing will ever be too much for you, I promise’ he told you lowly and the intensity of it all was making your tummy flip. No longer feeling confident enough to look at his face so you looked down at your plate as you blushed profusely.

‘You still think you’ll be with me in a few months?’ you joked and even though he smiled you could he was about to be serious with you and you weren’t sure if you could take it right now given his emotional you were.

‘I think it’s more you thinking if you wanna be with me’ he smiled. ‘You know I’m in this for the long hall right? You're all I’ll ever need okay?’

‘I’m in this for the long hall too’ you smiled, letting him raise your hand so he could kiss over your knuckles and it was like you could have melted on the spot. You knew tonight was going to be special but Mason really had pulled out all the stops and you couldn’t be more grateful for the beautiful boy in front of you. Tonight feeling like a turning point for you both.

You spent the rest of the night chatting and feeding each other. The pair of you too full for a dessert each so he let you pick whatever you wanted and shared it with you. Pulling his chair round next to yours and under the table you felt him tangle his legs with yours before sending you a cheeky wink and it’s as if you felt as light as air. Nothing and no one could stop you tonight and you couldn’t believe you’d finally made it to this point with him.

Just before leaving you popped to the loo but when you got back Mason wasn’t at your table, wondering if he’d gone to the loo himself but when you sat back down you saw him talking to a waiter just across the room. A concerned look on his face as they talked back and forth before his eyes fell on your and his face softened slightly. Nodding to the waiter and thanking him before walking back to you and when he took your hands in his you knew something was wrong.

‘We’ve got a bit of a situation’ he told you calmly but you could tell he was slightly annoyed. ‘Apparently there’s paps outside’

‘Oh’

‘It’s okay, I’ve got a plan. I think it’s best we don’t get caught together just yet, you know? And that’s not me trying to hide you or anything, I can’t wait for the day I get to show you off but just cause of Robin and everything I-‘

‘Mase it’s okay, I get it’ you smiled. ‘I don’t really want to start a shit storm either’ you told him and the look of relief that took over his face made your heart thump. Clearly he was terrified of what you were going to say but you knew by now the trick with Mason was to keep calm and reassure him he was doing the right thing.

‘Okay, so I’ve called an Uber, one of the waiters is gonna walk you out and put you in the car and I’ve told them to do a few laps before coming to get me. I don’t care if they get my picture I just wanna keep you safe, okay?’

‘Okay’ you smiled, letting him kiss the back of your hand gently. You could see he was panicking about it all a little bit but you knew you’d be fine and the way he was trying so hard to protect you was making you melt.

‘I’m so sorry, I’m not sure who called them but I know it’s shit’

‘Mase, it’s okay’ you reassured him, knowing it wasn’t his fault and that he’d tried to keep this as intimate as he could so you tried to keep his spirits up whilst the Uber made its way so nothing could ruin your evening.

‘Ubers outside okay? If you need me just text me and I’ll come’ he told you as he helped you put your jacket on.

‘I’ll be fine’ you smiled. Giving his cheek a quick kiss before meeting the waiter by the door who gave you a soft smile and opened the door to let you out.

You could hear the commotion of the paps outside, around five of them with their cameras poised ready to shoot but when Mason was nowhere to be seen they went back to talking. Keeping an eye on you for the most part and you knew they were watching you get into the car but thankfully no one took your picture.

It was around five minutes later when you pulled back up to the restaurant, a little ways further down but not too far away so that Mason would struggle to find you and you quickly uploaded a few pictures to instagram while you waited for him.

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After a minute or two you saw the flashes from the cameras meaning Mason had left. He walked quickly but calmly, sending them a quick nod before dropping his head down and getting to you as quickly as he could and sliding in next you with a huff but your driver was quick to leave and thankfully the paps couldn’t get close.

‘There we go, no one suspects a thing’ he laughed. Finally settling in the seat and taking your hand to he could hold it in his lap and even though you were glad to bet getting away you didn’t think you were out of the woods yet.

‘Do you think we should let someone know? Just in case they post the pictures of you?’

‘Nah, no point. Man leaves London restaurant isn’t exactly a hard hitting story’

‘You’re not just any man though are you?’ You laughed, not believing how nonchalant he was being and the cheeky smile he sent you let you know he still wasn’t being serious.

‘You’re right, I’m your man’ he winked before placing a quick kiss to your forehead.

You were almost back at the hotel when a weird noise from Mason's phone startled the both of you and he picked it up with a confused expression as he tried to work out what had happened.

‘What the… I can’t believe it’

‘Mase? What is it?’ You questioned, seeing his expression turn angry and you gulped as his eyes flickered to yours and then back to his phone.

‘Think I know who called the paps. Not for certain but I’ve got a good idea’

‘What? Who was it?’

He didn’t speak, just showed you the notification on his phone but you weren’t exactly sure what you were looking at to begin with.

‘What? I don’t understand’ you whispered, even seeing her name written down sent a shiver through you and after such a nice evening you wondered if this would be the start of the downfall.

‘I forgot she was linked to my calendar, she’s the only person who would have called them cause I added it in there and I’m guessing she could see we were there. She knows how much I hate it when the paps show up and she’s bloody notorious for it’ he told you. Your mind wandering back to the photos of him and her leaving the restaurant he was meant to take you to and now it all made so much more sense.

‘Well at least they didn’t get any of me’ you reasoned but you knew he was still angry about it. ‘It’s fine Mase, please just forget about her’ you whispered and you watched his face drop as he realised how talking about his ex was probably the last thing you wanted to be doing on your first date so he gently tilted your face to look up at him before leaving a gentle kiss on your lips

‘I did a long time ago, I promise’ he whispered, trying his best to reassure you and the sad smile you sent his way broke his heart a little bit. ‘I’m sorry baby, come on. let’s not let her spoil our evening. I’ve got big plans for you when we get back’

‘Oh yeah’ you asked, one eyebrow raised and you tried to hold back a smile ‘like what?’

‘Just you wait and see’ he teased. Kissing the back of your hand before the car came to a stop outside your hotel.

‘Will you shut your eyes for me please?’ He asked, stopping outside your door with a cheeky smile on his face and you were about to question him but he seemed so excited so you just did it. Letting him lead you into your room until he made you stop completely and when he softly told you to open your eyes, the sight you were met with almost took your breath away.

The lights had been dimmed, a few candles were twinkling away on the sides but it was the rose petals scattered all over the bed that made your cheeks burn and you looked up to see him looking down at you shyly.

‘What’s all this?’

‘Put in a little request downstairs to have it all done for when we got back. I just wanted to make things special for you’

‘Masey’ you pouted, holding him by his jaw so you could pop a quick but heavy kiss on his lips and even though it was only small you could tell how happy he was you’d finally properly kissed him with your lipstick on.

‘Can you imagine if they forgot and I made you shut your eyes for nothing, that would have been so awkward’ he laughed, spinning you so he could hold you from behind and kiss your neck but you felt yourself melting into him and knew it was your turn to tease him a little bit too.

‘You know Mase, this is very presumptuous. I don’t usually put out on the first date’

‘No? You put out that first night we met’ he chuckled, his lips right by your ear as he kissed the shell of it and you felt a tingle run all the way down your spine as he loved on you.

‘That wasn’t a date though, that was an ambush’ you told him. Your voice already sounding breathy and he began to stroke his hands over your sides and at this point you were finding it hard to stand up.

‘What about when I took you out for dinner the second time we met. Seem to remember I ended up in your bed again’

‘That was just two friends catching up’

‘Oh is that what we’re calling it’ he smiled, leaning over further to kiss the corner of your mouth and you could have melted on the spot. ‘So no sex tonight then?’

‘I think I could make an exception’ you told him quietly, letting him spin you around so you were face to face again and his soft smile made your breath catch in your throat. No one had ever looked at you the way Mason did and you knew you were putty in his hands no matter how hard you tried to be strong.

‘That’s the spirit’ he laughed, watching his face turn serious before he gently bumped his nose against yours. The action making you smile as you griped his shoulders gently and the need to kiss him became overwhelming. Thankfully you could see it in his eyes that he wanted the same and you couldn’t wait to finally have him again. ‘Can I kiss you now?’

You’d barely nodded and his lips were on yours. It was messy and frantic as he grabbed at you, clearly not able to control himself after not having you for so long and you knew you’d both be covered in lipstick now but you didn’t care. Your need for him was stronger than any of that worrying so you let him have you. Kissing him until there was no air left in your lungs and you had to pull back but the red lipstick all around his mouth made you feel triumphant.

‘Shall we go clean our faces first?’ You asked but he just shook his head before running his thumb across your bottom lip and dragging it down your chin to your jaw. You knew your messed up lipstick was even worse now, letting him grab your neck and kiss along where the mark was and you had to hold onto his shoulders tightly so you didn’t crumple to the floor as your legs were so weak. ‘You sure Mase? We’re just gonna make a mess’

‘That’s what I want. I want you to make a mess all over me’ he growled into your neck and you couldn't contain the moan that fell from your lips. Letting him pull you over to the bed and onto his lap and you could feel him through his jeans already as you straddled his thighs.

He eventually let you grab some wipes to clean you both up. Telling him it was like making out with a clown and you didn’t want to stain the white sheets so you carefully scrubbed the lipstick off of him as he sat and watched you but you could tell he was eager to have you. His hands massaging your thighs gently and once you told him you were all done he wasted no time in gripping your hips and kissing you once more. This time a little softer and slower and you were glad you were sitting down still as you could feel yourself melting into him.

His little kisses moved across your face and to your jaw, peppering them across until he was trailing them down your neck and trying to attack your collar bones. You could feel his hands pulling at your top, trying to untuck it from your skirt and once he had peeled it from your body his hands were unclipping your bra and throwing that to the side too. Leaving you sat on his lap completely bare from the waist up and the sudden exposure to the cold air made your skin erupt in goosebumps.

Now you were exposed to him he wasted no time in attaching his lips to your chest. Moaning with you in unison as he sucked on the hardened bud and you couldn’t help but buck your hips slightly. His warm hands splayed out over your back made you shiver but you loved how he was devouring you like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Kissing down the valley of your breasts before giving the other side the same treatment and when he finally looked up at you his eyes were dark and wild.

‘I hope you know you won’t be sleeping tonight’ he told you breathlessly, lips brushing yours as he spoke but it was his eyes rolling in the back of his head as you massaged his scalp lightly that turned you on more than anything else.

‘You better have got late check out then’

‘I’m nothing if not prepared’ he winked and you knew then you were in for a wild ride.

He stuck to his word and you really didn't get much sleep. Between endless rounds of making each other feel good you found yourselves laying half on top of each other as you spoke. Mason's excitement for your future was contagious and even though you wanted to take things slowly you found yourself wanting to say things to him you never had before.

You’d forgotten how good it felt to have him in between your thighs, to have him take care of you in a way no one else could. To let him do exactly what you needed him to and as he rocked himself into you slowly with his forehead resting on yours you found yourself wanting to say so much but you were lost for words.

You felt as light as air as he kissed your cheeks, peppering them gently across your jaw and up to your ear where his light moans travelled straight to your brain and made you tingle. Your hands wandering the expanse of his back as you lightly trailed your nails over him and when you finally grabbed a hold of one of his cheeks he growled into your neck.

‘I love every single part of you’ you he whispered. You hadn't heard him say that to you since that night in your flat as you weren’t quite ready to say it back but clearly he couldn’t hold it in anymore. ‘I’ve known from the second I saw you’

‘Mase-‘

‘Shhhhh, it’s okay. I know’ he told you and even though you wanted to speak you couldn’t. His lips claiming yours again as he brought you to a high once more and by the time you’d recovered you were barely conscious. He’d really put you to the test tonight and knew you were exhausted after the hours you’d spent between the sheets so he finally let you rest. Getting you comfortable in his arms so you could drift off and before long you were out for the count.

-

You were awoken the next morning by the feeling of Mason's lips on your cheeks. Peppering soft kisses repetitively until you were squirming in his hold and you couldn’t remember ever waking up so happy before.

‘Good morning, sweetheart’ he whispered carefully, trying his best not to startle you as you carefully awoke but when you smiled at him softly his lips curled into your favourite smile. ‘As pretty as you look when you’re asleep, you need to wake up my love. Check outs in an hour yeah?’ He told you and you couldn't contain your huff. Barely opening your eyes to look at him but you could see his pout of sympathy for you. ‘I know beautiful, I’m sorry. But it is almost midday’ he chuckled and even though you knew he was right, you shut your eyes again and got comfy.

Even though you were awake he was still pressing kisses to your face, the sound of your giggles mixing together as you tried to hide but he always managed to find somewhere to kiss. Eventually pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss that made your toes curl and when he pulled back to rest his forehead on yours you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. The words you’d been holding in for a while now tumbling out of your mouth in a barely there whisper.

‘I love you’

You could tell Mason was shocked. Not expecting to hear that from you quite clearly but the smile on his face was contagious. He’d told you he loved you before but knew you weren’t ready for all of that yet so had cooled off on it until he couldn’t hold it in last night but you knew he loved you as he proved it to you everyday with all the small things he did.

‘You what?’

‘I said, I love you’ you told him again, a bit more forcefully this time as you wanted him to know you meant it and the look of relief on his face made your chest warm.

‘Are you serious?’

‘Yes’ you laughed, kissing him lightly but he was too in shock to reciprocate. Looking back to see his eyes looking a little bleary as his emotions took over and you knew it must have hit him hard.

‘I love you too’ he whispered, laughing as he kissed again but you knew straight away where he was trying to take things and even though you wanted to, you didn’t have time for that right now.

‘Hold your horses, big boy. We don't have time’ you giggled and when he frowned at you you made the same face back.

‘What? You’ve just told me you loved me and now I’m not allowed to do anything about it?’

‘You said we’ve only got an hour’ you argued but you knew he was about to argue back and you had to be strong.

‘I can be quick-‘

‘Mason’ you laughed. ‘I love you, but no’

‘Fine’ he huffed, pressing one last kiss to your lips before moving away from you. ‘I’m just gonna jump in the shower, okay. I love you’ he whispered and you nodded with a smile at him before he left the comfort of your bed to head into the bathroom.

You wondered if this was the whole reason he got this particular room in the first place, the glass bathroom was completely open and as you laid on your side you had a perfect view of Mason under the shower. You knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose, at least you didn’t think he was, but watching his hands roam across his wet body was getting you right in the mood and before you knew it you were knelt up on the bed completely naked in front of him while he stood and watched you. His mouth hanging open as you brushed your fingers softly over your body in an attempt to turn him on like he was doing to you as a little bit of pay back. Knowing he couldn’t get to you easily as the glass wall was in the way but you should have realised by now Mason always got what he wanted.

He was rounding the corner back into the room in a flash. Soap bubbles and splatters of water following in his wake and you squealed as he grabbed a hold of you so he could carry you back into the shower with him.

‘You can’t tell me no and then tease me like that, I won’t have it’ he laughed. Setting you down before pulling you under the warm water and you barely had time to think before he was pressing you up against the slippery tiles.

‘Mase-‘

‘Shhh, I don’t wanna hear it’ he whispered, his hand flying straight to where you needed him so he could circle over you gently and his first touch made you gasp. Knotting your fingers through his hair as he rested his forehead on yours and you knew you were blushing from the intense eye contact he was already holding you captive with.

‘I’ll go slow, yeah?’ He told you quietly but you could already feel his fingers inching back towards your entrance and when he finally began to push his digits in you let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding.

Even though you’d had him multiple times the night before, it still wasn’t enough for you. He would never be enough for you so you took his already hard length in your hand and began to pump him until his eyes were rolling back in his head and he was moving closer to finally get inside you again.

He managed to hook your leg over his arm so you were more open to him and you gasped as he pushed his way inside.

‘You thought you could do that to me and get away with it, huh?’ He breathed, not letting you answer as he kissed you deeply as he snapped his hips back and forth quickly.

You knew he was trying to get out both over the line quickly as you didn’t have time to mess about but as both your highs approached you felt him slow down. Your leg still hooked up over his arm as his other held you at your waist but you moved your hands to cup his jaw so you could look straight into his eyes.

You didn’t know what it was but things felt different. Your wet bodies sliding against each other as you moaned into each other's mouths. Yours eyes all over each other's faces until they settled on looking straight into the others and it was like time was frozen. Just you and the boy you loved as he tried his hardest to push you over the line and you thought you might burst. Stroking your thumbs up and down his neck carefully as you held his shoulders and you wondered how your legs hadn’t given out yet.

You could see it was a lot for him, his skin covered in goosebumps as his dark eyes bore into yours and you knew you were feeling the same feelings. An uncontrollable feeling of love ripping through you for the boy who was resting his head on yours.

‘Y/n.. fuck I-I’ he stuttered, too overcome with emotion to get his words out properly but you just kissed him in hopes he’d relax and keep going.

‘Shhh it’s okay. I know Mase, I feel it too’ you reassured him and the squeeze of you bum let you know he was just as close as you were.

‘God, I love you so fucking much’

‘I love you too’ you whimpered, looking back up into his eyes and you could see they’d become glossy. Clearly too stunned with how he was feeling and when he shivered under your fingertips you knew it wasn’t because of the temperature of the water.

You only let yourselves indulge in each other for a few moments longer as you knew you needed to get dry and dressed. Content with holding each other under the water for a few moments before you both got out and packed up. Mason managing to get himself ready a few minutes before you as you were just zipping up your bag when he groaned behind you.

‘Ah fuck’ you suddenly heard. Turning round to face Mason who was sat on the end of the bed and even though he sounded pissed off, he couldn't hold back a smile.

‘What’s up?’ You asked. Finally zipping your bag up as you were all packed and ready to go but by the look on Mason's face you could tell there was about to be another delay.

‘Come here’ he asked, patting the space on the bed next to him and once you’d taken your seat he passed you his phone and your eyes fell to the photo of Mason immediately. One of him in the same outfit he was wearing last night and it only hit you then that it was last night.

‘What’s this’ you questioned, reading through the article as quickly as you could to get a sense of what was happening and every word made you feel cold.

‘Some shit someone’s published about us last night. You’re my mystery woman apparently’ he laughed but you could tell he was a little pissed about it.

‘What?’

‘Yeah, my brother sent it to me and he’s not happy in the slightest’ Mason groaned. ‘Bad for my image apparently. I should have listened to you last night and told him this might be coming I guess’

‘Sorry, Mase’ you pouted, handing him his phone back but he just wrapped his arm around your back and sent you a small shy smile.

‘Not your fault at all gorgeous’ he winked before placing a quick kiss to your forehead. ‘I’m gonna go call him quickly and clear the air yeah? You finish getting ready and we’ll go home’ he told you and you left him to take his call outside. Watching him pace up and down as he spoke to whoever he needed to but you couldn't tell how it was going as he was keeping his expression blank.

‘How did it go?’ You asked as he walked back in and flopped down next to you. Pulling on your waist so you’d lay with him and once you’d settled on his chest he kissed your forehead sweetly.

‘He put me on the phone to my mum, she’s kinda pissed and I had to tell her about you. I know you wanted things kept quiet for now but I couldn’t not say’ he explained and you could tell he was worried about telling you but you knew it wasn't his fault.

‘No don’t be silly, it’s probably better they know’

‘Well I’m not sure about that cause she wants to meet you now’

‘Oh’ you breathed, knowing it was quicker than you wanted it to be but you knew you’d have to face them one day.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll sort it all out okay?’ He reassured you, kissing your forehead gently as he stroked your hair and you couldn’t help but feel calmer about it. He always had that effect on you. ‘You've got nothing to worry about, they’ll love you’

‘I’m not so sure about that’

‘Why wouldn't they? I love you and you make me happy so that’s all they should care about. The rest is none of their business’ he told you and you knew that’s how he saw things as he’d feel the same for his family if it was the other way around but you presumed they were protective over the baby of the family. ‘Trust me, I’m more annoyed than you are, won’t let me keep my girlfriend a secret for more than five minutes’

‘Girlfriend, huh? Who’s she?’ You teased, looking up at him with a smirk and you saw a look of shock flicker over his face as he realised what he’d said until he smiled it off.

‘Well I mean you told me you loved me this morning, I just presumed’ he joked but you could tell he was a little embarrassed about it still and the bridge of his nose flushed red but you reached up to kiss him softly letting him know it was fine.

‘I haven’t been a girlfriend for a long time’

‘Don’t worry, you’re already the best one I’ve ever had’ he winked, the pair of you laughing as he pulled you into his body. ‘Come on, gorgeous. We’ve got a long drive and I think I want some snacks’ he told you and even though you hated to be going you were excited for the drive with him as you’d never been in his car before.

You stopped off in the small Sainsbury’s that was close to the hotel for some drinks and snacks and when you asked what sweets he wanted he demanded one of everything. You let him know he could only have two things though and once back in the car his hand was either settled on your thigh or his fingers were laced through yours.

You were around halfway home when his phone lit up on the dash. His eyes quickly flashing over before you heard him sigh and his eyes flashed to yours.

‘Everything alright, love?’

‘Yeah uh, could you um… could you have a look on Robins instagram? Apparently she’s posted some stories about me’ he asked quietly and you could tell he was upset about it. You didn’t want to look but you were also curious yourself so you quickly found her and your heart broke as you saw them and what she was insinuating.

‘Is it bad?’ He asked quietly and when you didn’t reply he sent you a sad smile. ‘Can you read it to me? Its fine I promise’

‘Fuck’ he breathed, not realising it was going to be that bad and you saw his shoulders deflate as you replayed what you’d said in your head.

‘Mase, it’s a bunch of bullshit, yeah? We both know she’s just trying to get sympathy from everyone’ you told him in hopes it would make him feel better but you knew not much would right now. ‘Why don’t you post something?’

‘Best not, Lew will lose his marbles if he hasn’t done so already’ he shrugged. ‘It’ll all blow over soon I promise, I know the truth, so do you and that’s all that matters to me okay? I’m done with her mind games and I just want to forget her’

‘If you’re sure. But you know if you want to say anything I’ll be the first one there to defend you’

‘I know, sweetheart’ he muttered, turning to smile at you sadly and your heart broke once more for him. He didn’t deserve any of this and you hated how now she couldn’t manipulate Mason she was just manipulating everyone else.

-

You spent the next few days in a slight state of panic until he asked if you were free in the next week to meet his family and you agreed no matter how terrified you felt. Treating yourself to a nice new dress so you’d feel confident seeing them and at this point you didn’t even care if Mason liked it you just hoped they would.

You didn’t have to worry about Mason though, his eyes hanging out of his head when he saw you just like usual and it settled your nerves knowing whatever happened he would be there. He did his usual though and relaxed you, telling you how excited they were to meet you and that you’d have nothing to worry about so by the time you were finally there and out of the car you were feeling better than you had all day.

The vibes were off though as soon as you were in front of them. Mason's Dad, brother and brother in law weren’t there yet as they had to pop out for something so you were thrown straight into the fire by meeting his mum and sister first. The bright smiling faces you were expecting to be looking back at you looked sour and unimpressed and they both appeared to be sizing you up. Unfortunately Mason was either ignoring it or none the wiser, wrapping his arm around your waist as he smiled down at you before looking back at them.

‘This is y/n, guys’ he smiled proudly introducing them to you. Watching them both give you tight smiles and small nods but the two babies made up for it by inviting you into the living room to join in on their tea party. You were a little too afraid to leave Mason's side and you could tell he knew it, but he gently squeezed your hand to reassure you before looking into your eyes. ‘Go on, love. I’ll join you guys in a minute’ he assured you and after a quick kiss to your cheek you took Summers outstretched hand and let her lead the way.

He didn’t leave you for long but you knew he’d followed them into the kitchen. His face set as he wanted to ask them why they were being so cold but he didn’t really get the chance as they started quizzing him about Robin and he refused to talk.

‘Can’t you just tell us what happened?’ Debbie asked, her voice thick with concern for her boy but Mason just shook his head.

‘No, I don’t wanna talk about it, okay? It’s done, I don’t wanna see her again and that’s that’ he said bluntly but he could see Jaz was looking at him through narrowed eyes.

‘Well you’ll have to, she’s coming to mum's birthday’ Jaz said nonchalantly and Mason felt his tummy drop. There was no way in hell he wanted to see her again and he definitely was not having you and her in the same room.

‘You what?’

‘I invited her a few weeks ago and when we spoke the other day she promised she was still coming’

‘Look I don’t know what the fuck you thinking you’re doing but if she’s there then I won’t be’ he told them harshly. The pair of them looking at him like he’d grown two heads as they’d never heard him speak like that to them before.

‘Mason-‘

‘Nah nah, I’m not having it’ he told them. ‘It’s a dick move, I’m your brother and I thought I came first over anyone’ he spat but he could tell they still didn’t get it.

‘Look-‘

‘I’m serious, you don't know how hard the last few years have been for me and you don’t have any right to do this. So you’ve got a choice, her or me’

‘Stop being ridiculous’

‘Not you’re being ridiculous, I’m not talking to you about this anymore’ he declared before standing up abruptly. His chair making a loud noise as it moved back and scraped across the floor but he didn’t give them the chance to reply before he left them to finish lunch and joined you in the sitting room.

His heart broke for you as he caught sight of you sat in a circle with the girls. Mila was currently trying to put a tiara on your head as Summer poured you an imaginary cup of tea and it’s like he was falling for you all over again as you smiled whilst you pretended to take a sip.

He couldn’t take it anymore, needing your comfort more than anything else so he walked in and your eyes found his immediately. He knew you were a little embarrassed but with a quick kiss to your forehead he sat with you and joined in much to the girls' amusement. At least there were a few women in his life who weren’t disappointed in him.

‘They don’t like me do they’ you whispered, the vulnerability in your voice making his heart break so he quickly grabbed your hand and kissed your forehead again. Wanting to reassure you that it was all fine but also wanting to prepare you for the fact that today wouldn’t be as easy as he thought it would be.

‘Don’t be silly baby, they’ve just got the wrong end of the stick that’s all, they’ll be fine soon’

‘Masey? Where’s Auntie Robin?’ Summer suddenly popped up and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Thankfully it was only the four of you in there and Mila had no idea what was going on but you were still embarrassed and Mason could tell so he took your hand and placed it in his lap.

‘Robin won’t be around anymore, Sums. We’re not friends anymore really’ he told her simply but that seemed to be enough for her.

‘Okay’ she smiled at him, nodding and pouring tea for everyone before taking her seat in between her bears whilst Mila decided your lap would be her seat today.

Mason's Dad, brother and brother in law turned up only five minutes before lunch was ready. Mason seemed furious at them for being so long but when they came in to meet you they seemed a little more friendly than the women in his life had been. They were just awkward if anything which was to be expected and when they were called into the kitchen Mason let them all go so you could have a few minutes alone together and he could build you up a bit.

When you were both ready you followed Mason into the dining room. Thankful that he hadn’t let go of your hand but you could tell he was pissed about something else and you weren't sure what until he was directing you where to sit.

‘You’re sitting next to Summer’ he told, nodding you over to the other side of the table before following you around. You still couldn't figure out why his face was set so hard until he reached across the table to swap the wine glass in front of him with the water tumbler opposite.

‘Mase-‘

‘I’m sitting here. End of’ Mason spoke. Cutting his sister off before she had a chance to say anything else. Pulling your chair out for you to sit down and you knew this was about to be one of the most awkward lunches of your life as Mason planted his hand firmly on your thigh as soon as he was sat next to you. You knew no matter what, at least you had him there for you as he turned to face you with a smile. ‘What would you like?’

Mason didn’t let you lift a finger. Pouring your drink for you before serving up your food for you and you were grateful as you weren’t feeling very confident at all. He was a gem though and constantly checked in to make sure you had enough and you were okay but it wasn’t the food or anything like that that was the problem. It was the company.

If they were trying to make you feel awful then they were doing a pretty good job. Mason had told you they wanted to meet you so they could get to know you but if you hadn't been there it wouldn’t have made a difference in the slightest. Not once did they ask you anything about yourself or try to include you in the conversation, if anything they were purposefully retelling stories that included Robin but Mason had a knack for changing the subject.

Maybe it was the fact you were on edge that made everything they did and said worse but you could feel yourself shrinking as the time drew on. Not bothering to say anything or rock the boat but thankfully Summer was keeping you entertained so you didn't feel too much like a spare part.

Mason was getting irate though so you slipped your fingers through his. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze to let him know you were fine and you could handle it and you watched his face soften as he looked at you before dropping a quick kiss on your forehead. The small act making your cheeks burn but you knew it was half for his family too, wanting to show them he didn’t care what they were doing and that he was all about you.

When lunch was over you offered to help clear the table but Mason was quick to step in and told you you didn’t need to before ushering you into the garden with the girls. You wondered if he wanted to talk to them privately so he could speak his mind without getting you upset but when he joined you outside five minutes later he seemed oddly calm.

You were sitting on the floor with Mila in your lap when he approached you. Resting his hands on your shoulders as he looked down at you with a soft smile before turning his attention to them.

‘Hey girl’s, mummy just told me she’s got ice cream for you inside if you want it’ he told them, watching the pair of them scramble up and run inside hand in hand.

You weren’t sure if you should get up but Mason was sitting down behind you soon enough. His hands on your waist as he tried to lift you into his lap as he sat crossed legged and once you were settled he wrapped his arms around your middle and rested his head on your shoulder.

You felt your eyes sting immediately, finally alone and able to let your walls down a little bit but when he kissed your shoulder a few times you couldn't help but smile. Yes the whole time you’d been here it had been incredibly tense and awkward but you still had Mason. His head hadn’t been turned by anything they’d said but when he moved you into his lap slightly so he could see your face better you felt your lip wobble.

‘Its okay baby, you don’t have to hold it in around me. No one can see you, yeah? You can cry if you want to’ he told you softly and it's like the curtain dropped as soon as he said those words. Your hands coming up to cover your face so you could let a few tears free but clearly you were more upset than you realised. ‘I’m so sorry y/n’ he whispered, feeling your sobs grow slightly before Mason turned you in his arms. Letting you hide your face in his neck as he held you and stroked your back lightly.

‘It's not you, it’s just…’

‘I know, gorgeous. We’ll get going yeah? I’ll go grab your bag and we can go home’ he whispered but you didn’t want to back out now. You wanted to stick by him and prove to his family that you were the right one for him no matter how hard it might be.

‘No it’s alright, I’ll suck it up’ you told him. Nodding your head and wiping your eyes as you tried to pull yourself together but Masons hands were on your jaw to make you look at him in an instant.

‘No I don’t want you to do that. You shouldn't have to do that. I don’t wanna be here anymore either so we can just go okay? How about I run us a nice bath when we get in, yeah?’ He suggested, knowing how much you loved sharing a bath together and you nodded with a smile as he attempted to wipe your eyes. Thankful you could draw a line under today early and be alone just the two of you. ‘Come on then beautiful’

He walked you to the back door but told you to wait there so he could get your things and you weren’t in the state to argue. You were snotty and your eyes were puffy and you didn’t want them to see that they’d broken you so you let Mason go inside. Watching him march straight into the living room and he was met with his mum's guilty face straight away.

‘Mason-

‘I don’t wanna hear it. I’ve just come to get y/n’s bag’ he told her. His eyes scanning the room to try and find it but he couldn’t see it straight away and it gave her an in to keep talking.

‘Please Mase-‘

‘I’m so fucking embarrassed of you guys, you know that? Couldn’t play nice for a few hours and now she’s in tears thinking you all hate her’ he told everyone. Finally spotting on a chair across the room and making his way to grab it.

‘We didn’t mean for that to happen’ she told him, her voice sounding low and guilty and in the back of his mind he was happy about it. He wanted them to feel shit for what they’d done to you.

‘Well it did. She means a lot to me and I’m not gonna stay here and let you guys carry on making her feel like shit’

‘We’ve got your best interests at heart always Mason, we weren’t awful for the sake of it’ Jaz piped up but he was too angry with everyone to stand and argue any longer.

‘I don’t wanna hear anymore, we’re off’ he told them nonchalantly, picking your bag up from the chair and turning around but he stopped just before the door so he could stick the knife in again. ‘You know I never thought you guys would be like this, she was terrified about meeting you but I told her it would be fine cause I really thought it would be. I thought you’d be there for me no matter what and I’m so fucking ashamed’ he gulped, shaking his head as the he turned away, walking back out the way he came with your bag in hand before meeting you just outside the back door. His heart breaking once more as he took in your sorry state but he adored the way you smiled as soon as you saw him. ‘Come on sugar, let’s go’

‘I should say bye at least’ you told him, not wanting to appear rude and make them hate you even more but Mason just shook his head and pulled you along.

‘The don't deserve it. Come on, you're fine’ he told you, pulling you round the house by the side gate until you reached his car. Opening the passenger door for you to climb into and before you knew it you were off. Your heart sank at the way things had gone and you couldn’t stop yourself from silently crying the whole way back. Today had felt like a disaster but Mason kept his hand in yours the whole way home and deep down you knew things would be okay.

The pair of you had your bath, Mason letting you cry a little more until he was trying his hardest to make you smile. It didn’t take much as it came natural for you to be happy around him and by the time you were going to bed you were feeling just about okay again.

-

Mason was in the shower the next morning when the doorbell went. You were sat on the sofa in your pjs still as you ate the toast he’d made you a short while earlier and you froze at the sound before Mason's voice rang through the air.

‘Can you get that, baby? Should just be a delivery’ he called so you got yourself up and dusted the crumbs off of your body before answering.

When you opened the door you weren’t expecting to be met with the face of Debbie. You knew your face was one of shock but hers was one of sorrow and guilt and you almost felt bad for her so you gave her a tight smile in hopes she knew you were okay.

‘Hi love’ she smiled sadly but you didn’t know what to say to her. ‘Is Mason here? I think it’s best we all talk’

‘He’s in the shower’ you whispered, unsure if you should let her and if Mason would want to see her but she was his mum at the end of the day and you didn’t want to make her hate you anymore

‘Maybe you and I could talk first then? I think I owe you an apology’ she gulped so you nodded her in and took her to the kitchen. Offering her a cup of tea that she gladly accepted before you took a seat opposite her.

‘Sorry I’m still in my pjs, I don’t normally dress like this’ you laughed, trying to make light of the situation but she just smiled at you softly before her face grew serious again.

‘I’m sorry for the way I acted yesterday, well the way we all acted really. We’re very protective over Mason, too much sometimes, and we were just a bit concerned. He’s not spoken about what happened with Robin and we’ve only had her side of the story so I’m guessing we got the wrong end of the stick. We just assumed the worst after that article came out and we weren’t sure about your intentions’

‘I get that’ you nodded sadly, deep down you knew why yesterday had gone the way it had and that you would have to prove yourself so you started here and now while Mason wasn’t around to tease you. ‘I need you to know that I love your son a lot’

‘I know’ she told you sincerely, ‘and you know what, after seeing him with you yesterday I can see how much he loves you’ she confessed. ‘I’ve never seen him act that way with someone. We’ve known Robin since she was 14 and she’s like a daughter to me but he’s never looked at her like that’

‘He’s had a lot going on that he should have told-‘

‘What’s going on?’ You suddenly heard. Looking over to see Mason walking in fully dressed in his comfies ready for your sofa day but the sight of his mum sat in his kitchen clearly wasn’t what we was expecting.

‘I’ve come to talk’

‘You better not have upset her’ he grumbled, coming over to touch your shoulder protectively but you just placed your hand over his and nodded to the chair next to you and opposite his mum.

‘Mason sit down, it's okay’ you laughed, his eyes lighting up at the way you didn’t seem sad in any way so he took a seat and kept your hand in his.

‘Right, I want the truth okay? I know we weren’t the best yesterday but I need you to be honest with me about what happened with Robin’ Debbie told him and you knew Mason didn’t want to. You wondered if some gentle encouragement might help and when his eyes met yours you sent him a soft smile.

‘Come on Mase, I think it’s for the best’ you offered, hoping he’d listen to you but Debbie clearly knew her son and was ready to guilt her way into him talking.

‘You used to tell me everything’ Debbie pouted, looking down and huffing slightly and he clearly knew what she was doing as he rolled his eyes with a little smile.

‘Yeah well this is shit, I don’t wanna keep reliving it and talking about it all the time’

‘Well let’s make this the last time then’ she told him, reaching over the table with her hand up in hopes he’d place his in hers and after a beat he did. Looking up to see his eyes full of tears at the thought of hashing everything out again so you took his other hand in yours and gave it a gentle squeeze in hopes it would give him some courage.

‘I don't even know where to start,’ he sighed. ‘Things with Robin had been bad for a while but i didnt wanna give up you know? Didn’t wanna throw nine years of a relationship away but she made it impossible’ he gulped. ‘I know I told you I bought this place for Woody to stay in as an investment but that was a load of shi- sorry a load of rubbish’

‘What do you mean?’ Debbie frowned and you looked at Mason quizzically too but his eyes were glued to the table as he fought to get his words out.

‘I’ve been living here. I’ve probably only been in the house a handful of times lately cause I needed my own place to stay’

‘Why though?’ Debbie whispered, confused as to why he’d lied to her and you knew the floodgates were about to open.

‘Cause I couldn’t stay at home. She kicked me out all the time over the most stupid things like I can’t even begin to explain but I was always on edge around her. You know, wondering what mood she was in and if I’d be allowed in my own home that day’ he told her and you watched as her face dropped.

‘She didn’t love me in the end, mum. She loved what I could give her. We were kids when we met and we grew apart but she was comfortable with the life I gave her and didn’t want to give that up. You wonder why every time we went out there were pictures? She always called the paps like she wanted everyone to know I was hers so no other girls went near me’

‘Why did you stick around for so long?’ She asked quietly, her voice sad but understanding and you could see how upset she was for her boy.

‘Looking back, I’m not so sure. She had a knack for making me feel awful about her mistakes so I was the one who would always go crawling back to apologise. It was just this weird cycle I couldn’t get out of until I’d just had enough. I get you were trying to protect me yesterday but it was from the wrong person’

‘I think we were just a bit confused. This seems to have happened really quickly’ she nodded before her eyes were flickering between the pair of you be she was smiling softly. ‘So how did this happen then?’

‘It’s my fault, Robin ended things with me and I told myself that I was done and moving on but I didn’t explain everything to y/n at first and when Robin whistled I went running back like i always did cause I’m a moron’

‘So you didn’t… you didn’t cheat did you?’ She whispered and even though he knew why she might have come to that conclusion he was ready to defend himself even if he had been a bit wrong.

‘No way, I would never do that’ he told her. ’I get the lines are blurry and it doesn’t sound great, it’s not how you raised me at all but I’d never do that. I hate talking about it cause I sound like a dick but I only went to y/n when she’d broken up with me and I never told her I had a sort of girlfriend in the beginning’ he huffed.

‘I’m not proud of it, at all. I’m ashamed at how much I hurt y/n when she’s only ever put me first and shown me love. This thing with us, it’s not what Robin said okay? This isn’t just me spreading my wings for a bit, y/n is it for me and that’s why I thought it would be okay for you to meet her cause I know she’s gonna be around for a long time. But Robin got you like she got me and made you believe something else. You know if anything I cheated on y/n, went running right back into the fire after she offered to give me everything cause deep down I didn’t think I deserved her’ he told her honestly and your heart broke for the boy you loved. His eyes finally meeting yours and the soft look in his eye made you melt. ‘But she stuck with me, no matter what I did or how awful I treated her. She was there for me and all I want to do is make her life as easy as she makes mine feel now’

‘I wish you would have been honest from the start’ Debbie huffed, making the pair of you look back at her and even though you could see she was hurting for him you could see that twinkle in her eye that you knew that she could see there was something special between you. ‘Look I’m your mum okay, it’s my job to protect you. But for once I don’t feel like I have to anymore. That’s your job now, yeah?’ She smiled at you and you felt your heart soar at how much she was trusting you.

‘I promise I will’ you reassured her, feeling Mason squeezing your hand under the table as he knew this was a big deal after yesterday.

‘I know you will’ she nodded. ‘You have been for a while by the looks of things. I’m not going to sit here and say I saw this coming from a mile off cause I really didn’t but I could tell something had changed lately. I thought you and Robin had just finally hit your stride’ she huffed rolling her eyes. ‘I really am sorry for yesterday and I’m sorry for taking her side. I would say she can expect an earful from me but don’t worry i’ll leave it’ she laughed and you could tell Mason was happy to put everything to bed.

Debbie stayed for a little while longer, the three of you talking how you imagined you would be the day before and you felt like you made a good second impression. Debbie giving you a big hug before she left and you let her and Mason have a few moments alone while you got settled on the sofa.

You see how much lighter Mason looked when he came back to join you, the smile on his face was permanently etched there throughout the rest of the day as you stayed cuddled on the sofa. Watching all his favourite movies in between naps and plenty of stolen kisses until he couldn’t keep his hands off you and you ended up having sleepy sofa sex as he rested his head on yours and told you how much he loved you repeatedly.

It was just before dinner when things went a little south. You knew something was coming as it always did with you two. Like god was testing you to see how much you could take and because things had been too perfect for you all day he was ready to throw a spanner in the works. You’d just nipped off to the bathroom it finally happened and you felt you heart drop as the shock ripped through you.

‘Ughhhh Mason! What the fuck!’

‘What?’ He called, his voice getting closer as he ran towards where you were and you smiled as you knew he’d probably find it funny.

‘You left the bloody toilet seat up, I nearly fell in’ you shouted back, adjusting yourself as you laughed it off but when you were finished and you finally opened the door, he was sitting on the bed like a deer caught in the headlights. You didn’t take much notice of it at first and made your way over to him but as you got closer you could see the panic all over him. ‘Seat down when I’m here remember’ you teased, trying to get him to smile but your words had the adverse effect.

‘Sorry’ he gulped his eyes falling to the floor as he played with his fingers and you weren’t sure how to take his reaction.

‘It’s alright’ you whispered, taking a seat next to his to hopefully catch his eyes but he’d withdrawn himself completely and didn’t even react when you took his hands in yours.

‘Do you you, um… do you want me to take you home?’

‘No? Why would I want that?’ You asked but he just shrugged his shoulders softly.

‘Cause I did something stupid and annoyed you. I thought you might want to be away from me’

‘Mase, baby, you forgot to put the seat down, you didn’t kill someone’ you told him softly, the hurt across his face only really hitting you then as you realised what might be happening. The pain of his past so evident and your heart sunk that you made him feel that way again.

‘Sorry I just-‘

‘You don’t need to explain’ you whispered ‘I’m so sorry, I was just having a laugh I didn’t even think’ you explained and you watched him take a breath as if he wanted to say something else but the words never came. In the end he just gripped your hand and looked back up at you hopefully.

‘Let’s just forget it then, yeah? He asked hopefully, letting you pull him into a kiss that you both smiled into and even though you knew you both felt a bit rubbish about what had happened you knew you could move on from it fairly quick and reassure Mason that he’d never have to leave you.

The rest of the night went without a hitch and you were determined to make it up to him. Cooking him dinner and even making him a special dessert that he sat and ate it with the biggest grin on his face. The happiness was so evident on him and you felt accomplished that you could make him smile by just treating him how he should have been all along.

The treats didn’t stop there and you changed the bed sheets whilst Mason was in the shower. You knew he loved the feeling of fresh ones but it was also a treat for yourself as his were much softer than yours and after a little bit of a struggle you undressed yourself down to your knickers before crawling inside as you loved the feel of it just as much.

You weren’t in there on your own long, Mason sneaking his way out of the bathroom shortly after you’d gotten comfy and the feeling of Mason pressing himself against you made you shiver. The sensation of his warm skin on yours was second to none and you almost had to hold in a moan at how good it felt to have him next to you.

When you felt his lips on the back of your neck a content hum fell from your lips as you shivered. You knew he’d been waiting to get his hands on you again properly but there was a little voice in the back of your head that was stopping you from getting you fully involved.

When it came to sex, Mason was the king of being unselfish and made sure he gave you exactly what you wanted even at the detriment of his own pleasure. He knew what to say, what positions you loved and sometimes you could tell he wasn’t feeling it as much as you were but he was so into making you feel good that he didn’t care. Doing whatever he could to push you over the finish line before he took care of himself but you were about to change that tonight.

Because even if he didn’t care about putting himself first, you did and as he kissed his way down your back you began to hatch a plan so you could repay him for all the times he’d made you the priority.

As much as you didn’t want to as you adored the way he was touching you, you rolled over and sat yourself on Mason's lap. His hands reaching round to grab your bum as your thighs wrapped around his and you could feel he was hard for you already. Only the thin material of your underwear separating you as Mason hadn’t bothered to put on anything at all after his shower and right now you were glad.

‘What do you want, baby?’ He asked, pulling you further into him as his hands wandered over your naked back and back down to your bum so he could give it a squeeze and you had to hold yourself back from rocking your hips over him as his touches were turning you on so much.

‘Well I was about to ask you the same, what do you want’ you asked, the question catching him off guard a little but he shook it off and sent you a teasing smile.

‘I want whatever you want’

‘Come on Mase, let me do something for you’ you argued and you knew this was about to be a battle that you wouldn’t win easily.

‘Sex isn’t about what I want’ he smiled but you just rolled your eyes at him cause you knew he’d always thought this but tonight you were going to make it all about him.

‘Yes it is, come on tell me. What’s something you’ve always wanted to try?’ You asked him but he was frozen and you knew his mind was blank.

‘I don’t know… how about you sit on my face?’

‘No, that’s not allowed’ you told him sternly and you knew right away he wasn’t happy about it.

‘Why not’ he laughed ‘you said I can pick what I want, that’s what I want’

‘No you don’t, you just picked that cause you know I like it’ you told him, shimming back down his legs before placing yourself in between them. ‘How about I get started while you have a think yeah?’ You asked but you didn’t give him a chance to reply before lowering your naked chest to the mattress and taking him into your hand so you could guide him into your mouth.

‘You really think I’ll be able to come up with anything while my dicks in your mouth- oh fuck y/n that’s it’ he breathed. His fingers automatically coming to your hair so he could brush it out of your face and when you made eye contact you knew you were driving him crazy.

Mason didn’t ask for head that often, only when he was feeling lazy and you forgotten how much you loved having him in the palm of your hand. The way he just surrendered to you immediately as he moaned and groaned with every flick of your tongue made you feel like you were in charge of him and you let yourself get lost in him. Making sure your bum was sticking up high in the hair so he’d have something to look at but when you looked up at him his eyes were fixed in the corner of the room until he was back looking at you.

‘Come on Masey, tell me what you want’ you demanded after coming off of him with a pop. Using your hand to work him as you took a moment to get your breath back but now you’d given him a taste he seemed to be more comfortable with asking for what he wanted.

‘I want you on top’ he breathed, rolling you off him slightly so he could lay down a bit as you took your underwear off but you noticed his head was still propped up slightly.

‘Okay’ you smiled, attempting to climb over his lap but his hands on your hips stopped you in your tracks.

‘Wait’ he suddenly breathed, face cautious as he thought about whether or not he should say what he wanted to but you nodded at him encouragingly to let him know it was fine. ‘Other way’

‘Okay’ you smiled, trying to hide your own nerves as you’d never done it this way before but you did as he asked and settled over him your your back to him, trying to line yourself up with him but when you looked up, the first thing you noticed was the mirror had been moved from the corner of the room and Masons eyes looking back at you through it. ‘You’ve moved the mirror?’

‘Uh, yeah’ he laughed, moving his head back around so you couldn’t look at him though it anymore but when you turned your body slightly to face him you could see how red his cheeks and nose were.

‘You were watching me earlier weren’t you?’ You laughed and he covered his face with his hands before he was laughing too.

‘Yeah I was’ he confessed. ‘I got a glimpse of you the other night and I wanted to try it today. I like seeing you from all angles’ he winked and you felt your tummy flip at how hot you found it but before you could say anything else he was sitting up fully behind you. ‘Now I know you wanna make this about me but I think you might need a bit of help okay?’ He told you. Wrapping one arm around your waist before settling the other on your upper thigh and you knew what was coming as he began to kiss over your back.

You watched his hands move in the mirror, gently tracing his fingertips up and down your thigh before touching you exactly where you needed him to. Tracing over your clit a few times before dipping his fingers inside you and the growl that left his lip made your head spin.

‘This wet just from giving me head, yeah?’ He whispered before playfully biting your side. And you instinctively felt your hands travel up to your chest as you rocked your hips over his fingers. ‘You like it that much I’ll put you to work more often’

‘Fuck, Mase’ you moaned, a shiver rolling through you at just how turned on you were and you couldn’t keep your eyes away from the mirror that was just off to the side. Your eyes constantly meeting Mason's dark ones and the sight of the pair of you was driving you wild.

‘You see yourself, yeah? Can you see what I see now?’ He asked. ‘I’m so fucking in love with you, you know that?’

‘Mase please’ you whimpered, starting to get overwhelmed with everything that was happening but he knew you were ready now. Laying back down and positioning your hips over him before he was guiding himself inside you and pulling you down further into his lap.

You froze for a second or two, not really sure what you were meant to be doing as you'd never done it this way before but with Mason's hands on your bum guiding you, you began to move your hips and the first moans fell from his mouth.

That was all it took to spur you on to keep going. That mixed with Mason's dirty mouth and the image of him sliding in and out of you in the mirror. You’d caught eyes with him a few times as his eyes were flicking between looking at you in the mirror and watching your bum bounce up and down on him. His hands gripping your bum every so often and you knew he was getting close as he bucked up into you.

‘You wanna cum, Mase?’ You asked, the pair of you staring each other down through the mirror and you could tell he was almost done just by how dark his eyes were. His nose red and flushed whilst his hair stuck up in all directions and you’d sworn he never looked so good.

‘I can’t fucking hold it’ he whimpered, the sound of his voice pushing you to where you needed to be and all you wanted was to reach your highs and melt into each other like usual.

‘It’s okay, I’m right behind you’ you told him, the knowledge that you’d been able to work him up into this state had pushed you closer to the edge than you realised and soon enough you were fluttering around him as he held your hips and bounced you on top of him until he was shuddering beneath you.

It was awkward trying to get you off of him and laid next to him without making too much of a mess but you managed it. Curling yourself into his side and resting your head over his frantic heart that you felt start to slow as soon as you were both comfy.

‘Hey Mase?’ You whispered and he looked down at you softly. His brows raised as he was unsure about what you wanted to say but as soon as you spoke your favourite smile returned. ‘I’m in love with you too’

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It was a rare few days that the both of you had off when things took a drastic turn. You knew things had been too perfect lately and something was bound to push you off track but never did you think Mason would be up to his old tricks again.

You were doing your skincare in the bathroom as Mason took a quick shower. His phone face down next to yours on the counter and when the sound of multiple texts came through and yours didn't light up, you realised it must be his.

‘Is that my phone or yours gorgeous?’ Mason shouted from inside the shower so you quickly flipped his phone to confirm it was actually his.

‘Yours’

‘Can you see what it is? I don’t wanna get my hands wet’ he told you. Popping his head from around the curtain and his cheesy grin made you giggle.

‘Just a load of texts from Lewis’ you confirmed and he nodded at you before disappearing back behind the curtain.

‘Can you see what he wants’ he asked, shouting the code to his phone for you to tap in but you were stood in shock for a few moments at the fact he’d actually told you how to unlock his phone before you did it and to your surprise it worked. ‘You done it?’

‘Oh um yeah, he’s just confirming about the charity event next week?’ You told him. Trying to hold on the wobble in your voice as you were so unsure and felt like you were invading his privacy.

‘Ahh okay, can you message him back for me? just say thanks and I’ll call him in a bit’ he told you and without thinking you quickly replied with what he’d asked you to. Wanting to lock his phone as quickly as you could as it felt so strange to me using it

‘Okay, done’

‘Thank you baby, I’ll be out in a minute yeah’

‘Okay’ you told him before leaving and getting ready for bed but you couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off of your face.

When Mason eventually joined you, you could tell he was looking at you in amusement. Clearly unsure as to why you were grinning like you’d just won the lottery and when you both climbed into bed he pulled you into his lap so your legs were laid across his thighs with his arms around you and your heart thumped at how he looked down at you.

‘What you smiling at, pretty girl?’

‘You gave me the code to your phone’ you whispered, smiling even wider like a cat that got the cream as he looked down at you and soon enough his face mirrored yours. ‘No ones ever given me the code to their phone before’

‘Well I’ve got nothing to hide’ he told you sinserly, ‘And you can use it or look on there whenever you want to, yeah? I’ll be honest it’s a bit boring but you’ve got free reign’

‘Is it just you and Woody sending each other heart eyes all the time?’ You teased and thankfully he laughed as he ticked your sides.

‘You’ve caught me’ he laughed, dropping a heavy kiss on your lips before pulling back to look at you seriously. ‘You can trust me, you know that right?’

‘I know’ you nodded, and you really thought you could.

The fact he’d given you the code made you not want to bother looking. You knew he had nothing to hide and he’d given you no reason to think anything different was going on until one night after work around a week later you were staying with him again. Mason was taking a call on his work phone in the conservatory when his personal one began to ring beside you and when you looked down at the screen your skin prickled uncomfortably.

Robin? Why was she calling? And why was she still saved in his phone with a heart next to her name and a photo of them all over each other? you wondered. Letting it ring until the call ended before a few texts poured in and your curiosity got the better of you. Punching in the code as quickly as you could with your heart pounding in your ears to try and see what she’d said.

He text her from his other phone? And he was meeting her tomorrow? Surely not this must be some sort of trick she’s playing but the heart by her name and the picture of the two of them making out was making your head spin and you didn’t know what to do.

Mason's voice was soon booming through the house, letting you know he was getting closer so you quickly locked his phone and put it back where it was just in time for him to end his call and take a seat next to you. You tried your best to act casual and like you hadn’t just uncovered his secret but you forgot he could read you like a book and gave you a confused look as soon as he saw you.

‘You alright, gorgeous?’ He asked, his voice full of concern as he wrapping his arm around you just like always but you hid yourself in his body and nodded your head.

‘I’m fine, just sleepy’ you told him, not wanting to say anything and call him out of it really was nothing but you couldn't lie and pretend you hadn’t seen what you had so when he offered you an early night you took it. Noticing how he was reading over messages on his personal phone when you slipped into bed but his brows were drawn and his face fallen as he typed out his replies.

‘You still have that meeting tomorrow after work?’ He asked as he got settled behind you. His arm laying loosely around your tummy as he spoke into your shoulder and you could only muster a nod. Not trusting your voice in case it broke but he seemed happy enough with your reply. ‘Okay, well I’ve got dinner with Rasmus tomorrow night so I might not see you’ he told you and you wondered if this was just a lie so he could go and see Robin. If it was a lie he was horribly good at it.

He was asleep soon after you said goodnight, however you laid there awake for hours. Worrying about what tonight might hold and if he was seeing her again behind your back. You knew you should have said something but in a weird way you wanted him to do it. At least then you’d have the evidence and when you didn’t hear from him for a few hours at around 5pm the next day you could only think of the worst possible scenario.

Much to your delight your meeting was cancelled and rather than go to Masons flat like you were planning on to surprise him you just went home. Wanting to be in your own bed and you laid there with the hump. Wondering what he was doing now or who he was with but after a quick look on Twitter there was a photo of Mason and Rasmus with a fan from half an hour ago and you felt even more confused.

You knew he’d sent you a few texts to see how you were and where you were but you’d left them all unanswered. Not really knowing what to say and if you wanted to see him but at around 9pm you heard the door open downstairs and you know it was him. Making use of the key you’d given him two weeks ago even though you now spent most of your time at his.

‘You here sweetheart?’ He called, hearing him walk around downstairs but you didn’t reply, laying on your side away from the door as you pretended to be asleep just in case he came upstairs and soon after you heard him jogging up the steps and your door opening.

‘Baby? Baby are you- oh shit’ he whispered, his voice getting quiet when he realised you were asleep before you heard him go across the hall to the bathroom. You wondered if he was getting himself ready to come and join you and shit all you wanted was the feeling of his arms around you to make you feel better you could also feel your heart shattering in your chest.

When he eventually came back you knew you were tense so you tried to relax but you could hear him undressing behind you before he slid behind you and his first touch made you jump.

‘It’s okay, it’s only me’ he laughed but when you tried to curl into yourself more so you could hide from him, his tone shifted instantly. ‘Baby? What’s happened? What’s wrong?’ He asked, trying to tighten his grip on you as you pulled away but you couldn’t fight him off. In the end you just face planted the pillows so he couldn’t look at you as the first sobs fell from your lips. ‘Hey come on, just tell me’

‘I feel like an idiot’ you told him, giving up slightly and letting him turn you but you sat up so you didn’t have to lie down with him.

‘Why baby? What's happened?’

‘Where have you been?’ You hiccuped, finally looking over to see him and watching his face drop ever so slightly ‘Just tell me, don’t treat me like I’m stupid. Were you really just with Rasmus all night? ’

‘Baby, I don’t know what you think is going on-‘

‘I know you went to see her, or you’re planning on it at least’ you confessed and it’s like you watched his heart break right in front of you. ‘How could you, after everything?’

‘Look at me, please baby let me explain’ he whispered. Gripping your jaw gently to tilt your face up and in the end you caved and looked at him. This was the explanation you wanted so you might as well hear him out. ‘She’s moving out of the house. You know I said she could stay while she looked for something else? Well she’s going now and I had to meet her so she could sign everything over to me’

‘What?’

‘Yeah, there was some stuff in her name and we said we’d sort it when the time came. I just didn’t want you worrying or panicking so I didn’t say anything but now I realise that was stupid of me cause it’s made it all worse’

‘Oh’ you breathed, the tension lifting off you immediately but you could feel your tears coming thick and fast as you realised everything was fine.

‘I know I’ve still got a lot to prove, but you know I’d never-‘

‘I’m so sorry’ you sobbed, head falling into his chest as he took you in his arms but he just held you and let you cry. Knowing you probably needed to get your emotions out. ‘She called you and I went through your phone. I’m so sorry I know you said it was fine but I get if you want to change the code now’

‘Not at all’ he whispered into your hair before he gripped you tighter. ‘I told you I’ve got nothing to hide and you can look where you want’ he whispered. ‘But baby if you see something or are worried about anything then please talk to me okay? Cause I can assure you it’ll be nothing’

‘I feel like an idiot. I just panicked’

‘I know gorgeous, it’s okay’ he told you but you didn’t feel like it was. You felt like you’d royally messed up even if he was looking at you like everything would be okay.

‘Please don’t be mad at me’ you whispered. Your lip wobbling as you thought you’d ruined everything but he just smiled at you and held your jaw so you had to look at him and you felt your heart rate slow down as he softly stroked your cheek.

‘Hey no, no I would never’ he told you softly. ‘I’m more mad at myself for just not being honest and getting you in a state. I thought i was doing the right thing’

‘I just didn’t want you to think I was insecure but maybe I am’ you shrugged sadly and you could see how much it hurt him to hear you say that as he knew his actions were the cause of it. ‘Its okay, Mase. It’ll just have to be something we work on together’ you told him. Resting your hands on his shoulders so you could stroke his neck as you knew it calmed him but he still looked heartbroken at your confession.

‘I hate that I’ve made you feel like this’

‘Masey it’s okay, it’s just something we’ll have to work on together okay?’ You smiled at him. ‘It's just a blip but we’ll get through it. We always do’

‘I promised myself I’d never make you cry because of me again’ he gulped and your heart broke before you pulled him into your arms. The both of you sad but latching onto the other for comfort and the feeling of him breathing you in made you relax.

‘Let’s just use it as a learning curve, yeah? We just need to communicate more and we’ll be fine’ you told him. Your fingers getting lost in his hair so you could massage his scalp and when he nodded into your neck you knew you’d both be fine. ‘I love you so much, Mason’

‘I love you, too’ he told you. Pulling back just enough for him to kiss you tenderly and when you suggested getting comfy to sleep he let you lay down before resting his head on your chest. ‘We’ll be okay’

‘Of course we will be, we always are’

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You were on the phone to Mason on your lunch break two days later when you bought up dinner with a friend but much to your dismay he couldn’t go with you.

‘I might not be able to make it baby, I’ve gotta get stuff boxed up and moved back into the house’ he explained and a feeling you couldn’t describe swirled in your tummy.

‘Oh?’

‘Yeah she’s moving out on Wednesday so I can move back in finally’ he told you and you could hear the excitement in his voice already.

‘Oh wow that’s quick’ you told him, thankful he couldn’t see your face as you weren't exactly sure what expression you had on right now. Still processing that you’d have to take on this whole new part of his life when you were so comfortable in the current version.

‘Yeah I thought Thursday maybe we could go there? Stay the night like get settled and get you used to it there. What do you think?’ He asked and you didn’t know why but the idea filled you with dread. You knew the plan was always to move back in once she was out as that was Mason's home but now the time was here you weren’t sure how you felt about moving into somewhere that was so full of her.

You brushed it off though, trying to be positive about the situation, telling him it was a great idea and it was fine until he was pulling onto the drive and you felt awkward immediately.

If you thought his flat was nice then this was a whole different game. You’d never seen a house like this before and even the driveway felt bigger than your whole flat.

Even from the outside you could get a feel for how nice it would be inside. The size and scale was overwhelming and you knew it was well taken care of as all the plants and lawns on the outside were in perfect condition but you had a sneaky suspicion none of that was down to Mason.

He was dying to get inside though and as soon as the car was off he was jumping out. Looking up in what only can be described as pride at his home before he was searching for you and holding out his hand for you to take.

‘What do you think?’

‘Its huge’ you whispered and when he wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively you rolled your eyes at him with a smile.

‘Come on, let’s go in’ he laughed but you felt yourself stuck to the floor until he was pulling you forward. ‘You want the tour?’

‘Okay’ you nodded, trying to send him a smile but it felt forced and he could see you were nervous so he kissed the back of your hand before walking you inside.

It was huge, five times the size of his flat and you knew you’d get lost in there eventually. But it wasn’t just the size of it that was throwing you off, it was all of Mason's memories that were attached to it.

It was homely in a way that Mason's flat wasn’t. There you could tell it was made for a man to live in whilst this place had a woman’s touch all over it. The empty picture frames a reminder of maybe what used to fill them and the bunch of flowers in the hall made your tummy squeeze.

She was everywhere you looked, from her water bottle that was conveniently left in the kitchen to some of her skincare in the bathroom. You didn’t feel safe from her anywhere and the longer you walked around the worse you felt.

It was like taking a tour of his old life, the one you both wanted to forget, but Mason seemed to be in his element. Walking around and finding things he thought he’d lost and telling you silly stories from moments when he lived there but thankfully they only involved him or Woody.

You couldn’t deny the house was beautiful, loads of bedrooms so all his family could come and stay and a cute cinema room with massive cushions and a big fluffy blanket but the smell of what you could only presume was Robin’s perfume was lingering and you felt your eyes sting. You wanted to be as excited as he was but you just couldn’t.

After the grand tour he went and grabbed your bags from the car. You ordered food in the end, sitting on the sofa as he told you about all the changes he wanted to make that he was never allowed to and you began to relax as thoughts of her left your mind. Hoping you could maybe one day erase every part of her and not think about her being there in every corner of the room you looked.

You could feel yourself relaxing as the night went on but you knew what time it would be soon and your heart was racing but not in the usual way Mason made it.

‘You wanna head up to bed, love?’ He asked, kissing your cheek softly as he stroked your arm but you didn’t reply. This was the part you’d been dreading but when he pulled you up you went with him, following him up the stairs and into the bedroom and once you were in you froze.

Everything was wrong. The smell in the air did nothing but remind you that this used to be their shared room and it was clear that she’d been living here for a while. Thankfully the sheets looked fresh but you still felt uncomfortable about it so you took your time in the bathroom getting ready for bed but the empty products of hers in the bin made your eyes sting.

Once you were ready and couldn’t waste any more time away from him you joined him back in his bedroom. Watching him undress down to his boxers and jump right in, clearly wanting to get comfortable as quickly as he could so you could cuddle like you’d promised him all day but you were frozen to the spot.

That was their bed and this was their room.

He’d picked his usual side, was that always his side? The thought of you getting in next to him was too much for you and you just wanted the ground to swallow you up completely.

‘Baby? Is everything okay?’ Mason asked. His voice soft as tilted his head to look at you, but you kept your eyes on your hands as you played with your fingers.

What were you supposed to say?

In the end you heard him move, climbing out from under the covers so he could make his way to the end of the bed and sit on the edge. Beckoning you over to him again but this time you went to him. Letting him sit you on his lap as he kissed your temple and you felt a shiver roll through you.

‘You don’t wanna sleep in here, do you?’ He asked quietly, gently tilting your face up so you’d look at him and the understanding look on his face made your heart break.

‘Sorry’ you sniffed, trying to keep your bottom lip from wobbling ‘I just-‘

You were cut off by the feeling of him sweeping you up in his arms and walking towards the door. A slight giggle coming from your lips that he laughed at before he walked you down the hall and into one of the spare rooms that you’d been in earlier so he could pop you on the floor gently. Wrapping his arms around your waist slowly and only then did you look at him properly, a soft look on his face and you knew you had to explain yourself a little bit.

‘I don’t know how to say this without it sounding awful but I’m struggling being here a bit’ you confessed and a sad but knowing look crossed his face. ‘I know she’s gone but she’s everywhere I look, it’s like one in one out’ you joked but you knew your comment had hit him hard.

‘I don’t mean for you to feel like that at all, baby’ he whispered before kissing along your hairline softly.

‘Do you want me to take us back to the flat? I don’t mind’

‘No it’s okay, I’ll be fine here’

‘She’s never slept in here i promise. This was my room for a bit when we first started arguing, before I got the flat. It's also Summers room when she stays’ he told you and you felt a lot better about being in there.

‘Let’s sleep here then. Make some new memories’ you smiled at him and you could see his shoulders relax now he knew you were happier in here.

‘I love you so much, you know that right?’ He whispered, trying to reassure you as best as he could but you felt a lot better already knowing that he understood.

‘I know’ you smiled, watching his face relax ever so slightly. ‘And I love you just as much’

-

You didn't see Mason for a few days as you were both busy with work but when you had some time Mason invited you over to the flat. You wondered if he’d ask you over to the house but you couldn’t say you weren’t relieved to turn the key in the lock and find him cooking for the pair of you in the kitchen.

Once you’d both eaten you let him find a movie for the pair of you as you went to the loo but as soon as you returned you could hear him finishing up a call and he gave you a sly wink as you sat yourself down next to him.

‘Who was that?’

‘Estate agents. They’re gonna come take pictures of the house tomorrow’ he told you nonchalantly but you weren’t about to let him say that without an explanation.

‘What, why?’

‘Cause I’m selling it’ he smiled and you knew your face was one of shock.

‘What? Mase no I didn’t mean-‘

‘No no, you were right’ he reassured you. Wrapping his arm around you and pulling you further into his side. ‘That house is too full of memories i’d really rather forget so I’m getting rid and we can start fresh yeah?’

‘Mason…’ you whispered, not believing what you were hearing but he was just smiling his usual goofy smile and you knew you’d be okay.

‘I’m gonna start looking for some new places but why don’t you have a look too? We can go and view them together but there’s no rush cause we’ve got here in the meantime, but this next place I want it to be ours okay? So think about what you want and don’t want’

‘Are you sure?’ You giggled. The prospect of living together officially hadn’t really crossed your mind yet even though you spent every night together and the thought of looking for a home together thrilled you.

‘C’mere’ he whispered, pulling you further into his lap and all you wanted was to kiss him. ‘What did I say on our first date, huh? I’m in this for the long haul, remember. I know it’s a big step and we can wait until you’re ready but we spend all our time with each other that we can anyway and it can only be better once we’re finally together under the same roof’

‘I can’t believe we’ve made it to this point’ you laughed, trying to keep your tears at bay as you seemed to cry at the drop of a hat these days and you wanted to keep yourself in check but Mason's cheeky smile was helping and you knew he was about to make a stupid joke. That’s why you loved him though.

‘We’ve come a long way, huh? And I can’t tell you how excited I am to be so far away from any neighbours’

‘Your neighbours aren’t bad here’

‘Yeah but now I’ll get to fuck you without everyone hearing’ he whispered against your cheek and a loud laugh fell from your lips.

‘Masonnn’ you groaned, trying to act like you were annoyed with his dirty words but you couldn’t ignore the way your tummy flipped at the thought of being able to fully let go with him and try new things. You’d always tried to be quiet here as you knew the walls weren’t exactly thick and as you tried to hide in his neck he just held you tighter to him.

‘Sorry baby’ he laughed, pulling away so you couldn’t hide your face and when you looked up at him he kissed you deeply before chucking. ‘Do you wanna go and have really quiet sex?’

You didn't say a word, just giggled onto his lips before pulling away and leading him into the bedroom so you could take care of him just how he’d liked it as since you’d bitten the bullet and asked what he liked, you had discovered a new found love for pleasing him.

He still fought you on it, letting you know he wanted to make it all about you but every so often he let you have your way and tonight was about to be one of those nights whether he liked it or not.

You knew he loved it though and when you were both knackered and spent you laid facing each other in bed as he held you to his body. Both sharing a pillow as your noses just about touched and the way he was looking at you like you hung the moon was making you blush.

‘I love the way you love me’ he whispered suddenly, feeling his thumb brush along your jaw as his nose bumped yours lightly. ‘I hope I can make you feel how you make me feel’

‘How do I make you feel?’ You asked, your voice just loud enough for him to hear and even in the dark you could see his eyes twinkling. Wanting to spill the contents of his brain and heart to you as he was feeling everything for you right now and all you wanted was to let him know you felt exactly the same.

‘Safe. And understood. Like loving me is easy’ he confessed, your heart breaking at the way he didn’t believe he was good enough and you quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek in hopes it would make him feel even a tiny bit better.

‘That’s cause it is easy’ you told him, feeling him relax as he let out a breath he’d clearly been holding for far too long and when you heard him sniff you knew he was getting a little emotional. ‘Why do you think I fell for you in the first place, huh? Loving you is like breathing to me. I don’t even have to think about it, it just happens and I fall more and more for you every second I’m with you’

‘I don’t deserve you’

‘Yes you do. You deserve to be loved just like everyone else is’ you told him and you almost smiled at how emotional the pair of you had become. ‘I know you've never had someone prove that to you but you do Masey. You’re the kindest and most gentle man I’ve ever met, you make me laugh more than anyone else ever has or ever will do. You’re my world, and my life is so much better with you in it Mase. I love you so so much’

‘I love you too’ he whispered. His voice thick as he tried to hide in your neck so you turned onto your back a little and let him rest his head on your chest. Your words had hit him luck a truck and he swore he’d never been so in love with anyone or could ever be again. You flipped his world upside down in the best way possible and he couldn’t help but spill his guts to you. ‘I never thought I’d feel like this about someone, I know it’s early but I’m gonna marry you one day’

‘Oh yeah?’ You laughed, scratching his head gently whilst trying to make out that you weren’t as affected by his words as you were but you knew your heart was thumping right under his ear.

‘Oh yeah, get the proposal in my head already’ he joked as he squeezed you a little tighter. ‘I just don’t ever want us to end, you know? You're my home and I’ve never had that before. We’re twin flames, remember?’

‘I remember’ you whispered, kissing his head gently before he was looking up at you in awe again.

'Can I tell you something silly?' he asked, his voice quiet in the silent room but you heard him loud and clear and wanted him to know he could tell you anything.

'Of course you can'

'Sometimes when I think about you I feel so full of love I just wanna burst like I can't contain it' he laughed and you squeezed him tightly to your body thinking he was the most adorable thing before he looked away again out of shyness. 'I can feel it right now like I don't know what to do with myself'

'Look at me you laughed, wanting to see his face again as you spoke and when his gentle eyes landed on yours you let your mouth run away with you. 'I feel like that too, a lot actually. I know we didn't take the easy route, but I wouldn't change anything for a second okay? All of this shit we've gone through it's just made us stronger and you're worth every single tear I've ever cried so please don't ever say you don't deserve me cause I love you in ways I can't even love myself' you confessed. Watching his eyes glaze over and you told him everything he’d ever wanted to hear but little did he know you weren’t done yet.

‘At the end of the day, it’s all about finding your person and you, Mason, you are my person. The person I want to spend the rest of my days laughing with, crying with. The one who I want to come home to and fall asleep next to every single day and I hope you don’t ever forget that’

‘Your my person too’ he whispered, overwhelmed by everything you’d said and you knew you had to break the ice a little bit.

‘I better be’ you winked but he just rolled his eyes as he sat up slightly so he could hover over you.

‘Can I take that as a yes then?’ He smiled, referring to him mentioning that he wanted to marry you earlier but even though you knew what the answer would be already you didn’t want to inflate his ego at all and you knew he already knew the answer.

‘You’re too much’ you laughed, pulling him back down next to you so you could hold each other again but as he got settled back next to you on the pillow you knew deep down he’d never be too much for you.

Thank you so much for making it this far and finishing. I really do appreciate it and I hope you loved reading it as much as I loved writing it. Od love to hear what you thought so please do let me know as it would make my day 🩷 love you guys xxx

[bmtillerbabe]

~ Body Heat ~

A Reader x Ghoap fic!

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Written for the amazing @onlyareyyyy ! Sorry it took forever, thank you for being so patient! :):)

Originally one of her posts, I decided to take it and run with it and turn it into a mini fic :D

"sharing a bed with Simon ghost riley and johnny soap mactavish. having a crush on ghost. being unable to sleep because all you can think of is your proximity to ghost and feeling his massive erection against your back. some sort of conversation or confession which results in ghost fucking you on your side which cause the reader to squirt and which wakes up johnny"

Hopefully, I did it justice! Please, enjoy! (and go follow @onlyareyyyy , she got the goods yo ;) )

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MDNI

18 + ONLY

MDNI

NSFW, and the smut be smuttin' - you've been warned!

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  A sharp crack of thunder made you jolt back awake, lifting your hands to cover your ears.

  It was raining.

  Again.

  With an aggravated sigh, you gripped the scratchy duvet and threw it over your shoulders, twisting it with a huff and flinging your body over to face the opposite direction.

  Fucking safe-houses. They were never comfortable.

  You tried your damndest to get back to sleep …. Closing your eyes, counting imaginary animals, hell, even trying to meditate. But it was no use.

  Your comfy spot was long gone; the mattress was now cold; the patter of the raindrops against the cracked windowpanes of the old safehouse was anything but calming right now; and the fear of another loud boom of thunder was enough to keep you wide awake.

  Growling to yourself, you tossed and turned again, blinking in the dark.

  Another lightning flash.

  More rain.

  More thunder.

  And somewhere amidst the constant torrential downpour – on top of being uncomfortable as shit – the power decided to go out.

  A flicker-flicker-flicker, and then …. Nothing.

  Great.

  The distant buzz and hum of the lights just outside your room was abruptly cut off, as was the little golden glow from underneath the door.

  You grumbled to yourself and sat upright, wiping your eyes and slumping your shoulders, staring into the darkness.

  Any other time, it would have made you eerily uncomfortable, and you’d have had half a mind to trudge through the blackness and find your two so-called “guardians” who were supposed to be keeping you safe from some so-called “threat”, and see if you could maybe pester them a little into keeping you company. But you never got the chance.

  As if the gods heard your silent plea, the heavy thudding of steel-toed boots was headed your way before your thought had even finished forming.

  Hmm. Maybe they really were taking this “guardian” thing seriously.

  With a flashlight in his hand, Ghost opened your door (without even knocking, the bastard), Soap following close behind.

  “You a’ight, luv?” The Brit asked, shining the sharp white light directly into your face.

  You scrunched your eyes shut, nodding as you held your hand up to ward away the sudden brightness. “Mmm-hmm.”

  “Aye, Ghost, yer gonna blind the poor lass.” Soap scoffed, batting Simon’s hand down.

  “I’m fine.” You answer verbally this time looking at them both, illuminated only by the stray flash of lightning and the flashlight that was now reflecting off the scratched wooden floor. “I was awake, anyway. I couldn’t get back to sleep.”

  Another burst of thunder rolled through the room and made you jump again, covering your ears.

  Jesus Christ, every one was like opening a can of biscuits …

  You watched as Soap walked over to the light switch on the wall, flipping it on and off a few times.

  “Aye.” He confirmed, “Wasn’t just our room, then. Looks like the whole house is without power.”

  Ghost sighed heavily, shaking his head. “In this cold? Great. Tha’s jus’ wonderful.”

  He wasn’t wrong. It was the dead of November, and even if the safe-house wasn’t full of leaky windows and cracked walls, it would have been hard to stay warm all night without any electricity. As it stood now, you were set to freeze.

  As if on cue, your whole body decided to shiver, and you clamped your jaw shut to keep your teeth from chattering.

  You weren’t sure if the men had heard you, but either way you pretended they didn’t when you heard Soap pat Ghost’s shoulder. He nodded for the larger man to follow him out into the hall, turning to you before he did.

  “Stay here, lass. We’ll be right back.”

  And the two left the room.

  You wrapped the blanket around yourself tighter, suddenly aware of the intense chill in the room biting at your nose, any heat that had been blowing through the vents quickly being dispersed through the battered house.

  Well.

  This was just great.

  Now what?

  You’d already been at this safe-house for days, and who knew how much longer you three had to wait for exfil. And now you had to go without power – and heat – on top of it?

  You tried to remain positive, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

  Boots thumping back towards your room caught your attention before you could sink any deeper into your head.

  “A’right, luv.” Ghost clears his throat as he enters the room with Soap in tow once more. You notice their hands are much, much fuller than they had been when they’d left.

  Were those …. Blankets?

  “S’been a change of plans.”

  Your throat went dry.

  He couldn’t possibly mean ….

  “We’re gonna be sharing the bunk wit’ya tonight.”

  Alright. Maybe he could.

  But perhaps it wasn’t really sinking in just yet, the situation not quite made clear, or maybe your brain was just sleep-deprived thanks to the last hectic week; but it wasn’t until Soap just casually sauntered over to your side of the bed and tossed down the armful of quilts and began promptly taking off his overshirt that it finally seemed to hit you in the head like a ton of bricks.

  Sharing the bunk … as in, sharing the bed?

  Your cheeks flush and you sputter out an incoherent strand of mumbles once your brain peels itself away from the shred of toned muscle of Soap’s chest revealed in the lightning flashes.

  “Wh-wh---h-huh?”

  “Good.” Ghost grunted as he, too, began to shed himself of the gear and over-layers of clothing. You heard the clinking of his belt buckle and felt your cheeks flush deeper – suddenly warm all over despite the cold, your mind bombarding you with delicious images of the muscled man undressing just in front of you.

  If only the darkness hadn’t kept you from seeing ...

  “Cuz, er …. ‘Ere’s been a change of plans.” Ghost spoke again in the dark, somewhere to your left now, a sudden weight making you jerk your head to see his shadow crawling into bed with you. You opened your mouth to try and speak again, but another weight on your opposite side made you shift your sights back when you felt Johnny crawling into bed as well.

  Was this seriously gonna happen ….?

  Ghost tossed his boots off somewhere in the room and grunted softly as he removed the rest of his gear. “Since the power wen’ out and we can’t guard ya proper … we’re gonna hafta sleep in ‘ere with you.” He said as trivial as if he were merely telling you about the weather, and not something as monumental as sharing a bed with two, fully grown, fully muscled, toned, beefy military men, sandwiched between them all night.

  If there had been any light in the room, they would have seen your jaw hit the floor.

  Of all the things you’d expected Ghost to suggest for tonight – this situation hadn’t been one of them.

  “W-what?” You finally stammer out again, a little clearer this time, finding your voice.   

  “Aye, we won’ try any funny business with ye, lass, but ye are the precious cargo in this mission. We cannae afford to let anyone get to ye.” Johnny said softly, his voice somehow even darker and sexier than normal in the shadows. “And since the power’s out, and we cannae hear ye over the monitors an’ such, there’s not much of a choice. If anythin’ happened to ye on our watch, Price’d have our heads.”

  “B-but---wait, we---I---” You stutter out, but Ghost abruptly cuts you off with a scoff.

  “Oh, come on, luv. Ain’t no sense in gettin’ all fussy about it. The power’s out and we’re jus’ doin’ our jobs. Ain’t neither of us takin’ no fer an answer. Now, scoot over.”

  Dumbfounded, all you could do was obey orders, and scootch closer to Johnny, accidentally bumping him as you did so. The King-sized bed suddenly felt way too small with these two buff-cakes taking up all the space. Ghost settled into the mattress next to you, his weight making it sink in just slightly, threatening to pull you into his orbit.  

  If the situation hadn’t been so absurd, you might have found it in you to laugh; at the reality that you were currently sitting between two of the biggest, hottest, most handsome men of the 141; and that you were now not only supposed to get sleep, but were supposed to remember how to breathe, too?

  Life was truly unfair.

  “You gonna lay down sometime tonight?” Ghost huffs, but before you can respond, his big, still-gloved hand is on your shoulder, pulling you backwards. You let out a gasp as you fall back onto the bed and hear another snort from the Lieutenant.

  “Fuckin’ hell, you’re a right ice-block, luv. Get your arse back here.” He says, gripping your arm and pulling your back flush against his chest as Johnny straightened out the layers of blankets, throwing them over the three of you in a small pile.

  Suddenly very, very aware of the wall of Ghost behind you, pressing up against the entirety of your body, you stiffen and squirm; trying to get comfortable – maybe even put a shred of distance between your bodies – but the man’s grip is iron-tight.

  “Oi, quit squirmin.’ Get snug and hold the fuck still.” He barks at you, and you immediately calm. Johnny finishes covering you all up and lays back down to face you.

  “Haven’ya ever had ta use body heat before, lass?” The Scotsman asks quietly, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “Might not be the most comfortable of situations, but be better than freezin’ ta death, aye?”

  At his words, you feel Ghost’s grip around your waist tighten, and you manage to barely suppress a squeak when his huge palm is suddenly against your side, the intense head radiating off of him in waves.

  Jesus, was this man a walking heater?

  “I’ll take firs’ watch, Johnny.” Ghost grunts leaving no room for argument, and Soap nods, settling in and getting himself comfortable.

  “And you,” Ghost growls in your ear softly, leaning in so that you can feel the warmth of his breath through his balaclava, and pick up the faintest smell of Earl Gray – “Hold still, and get to sleep. Got it?”

  You nod quickly, trying to keep your breathing steady and calm your mind as much as you could. Trying and keep your mind off his huge, hulking form laying comfortably behind you; off his steady breathing and heartbeat that was soothing like a lullaby.

 Fuck.

  It was going to be a long night.

~ * ~

  Maybe hours had passed, maybe minutes. It was impossible to tell with the rain still pouring and the power still out.

  In the shadows, everything looked the same.

  You weren’t even sure if you had even really fallen asleep or not, but you knew at least some time had passed since Johnny had not only rolled over to face away from you but had begun to snore softly.

  Even Ghost, still situated easily behind you with his hand across your midsection seemed to be breathing at a slower rate – deep in his sleep.

  You sighed to yourself quietly, shifting your head on the pillow and blinking in the dark.

  Try as you may to chalk it up to the stress of the situation you were in, or even the unfamiliarity of your surroundings, you knew deep down the warmth settling in your core wasn’t from any of the excuses you tried to convince yourself of.

  You closed your eyes and listened to the rhythmic breathing of Ghost and Soap, humming quietly to yourself.

  Gods, since you’d first seen this man, you’d been smitten with him. I mean, how could you not? Those dark, piercing eyes, framed by the longest, prettiest, most blonde lashes you’d seen in your life; that gruff, British voice; the command and authority he exuded to everyone around him, leaving no room for doubt who’s in charge.

  And that body.

  Ugh.

  Don’t get me wrong, you’d caught yourself more than once eyeing up the Sargeant that currently slept across from you; fresh out of the showers, water still dripping down his scruffy beard; running his hands through his short, tawny-brown mohawk while he laughed at something; catching a stray smile. Fuck, he was just a treat to look at as Ghost was.

  Both of them had biceps that the gods themselves would be jealous of, broad toned chests, firm pecs poking through every shirt they wore as if their bodies were trying to shred the fabric to pieces in order to breathe.

  Both of them were hands down the most attractive men you’d seen in your entire life.

  But it was hard not to pick a favorite when one of them was literally wrapped around you, his scent invading your senses and stealing away your rest.

  His scent.

  Ghost’s scent.

  Cigarettes and Bourbon.

  You swallowed a soft moan as you inhaled deeply, your mind swimming with images of just licking the very smell off his skin, of tasting the salty tang of his body’s natural musk and sweat, wanting to drown yourself in it and never come back up for air.

  Fuck, he smelled amazing.

  And with an internal sigh, you realized your nose wasn’t the only thing enjoying the fragrance of the Lieutenant.

  Shifting your thighs, you realized your entire body was reacting to it …. Your pussy was reacting to it.

  Warm, wet, and nearly dripping already, you could feel your arousal pooling at your centre; your poor cunt aching and empty and eager for something to touch her, please her, fill her, and make her feel good.

  Ghost shifted behind you, grunting softly before breathing steadily once more.

  You held your breath until his movements stilled, suddenly afraid that he’d heard your inner thoughts, or that – fuck – he may have smelled you somehow. But when his breathing evened out once more, you breathed a sigh of relief and let your mind wander back to the dangerous territory you’d been pulled out of.

  And maybe it was wrong. No, not maybe – you knew it was wrong. You knew it was immoral, or bad, or whatever …. But damn, the temptation was there ….

  And what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him … right?

  After all, with the rate you were climbing this ladder, it wouldn’t take you long to get there …

  Heart aflutter with the naughty secrecy of your act and the thrill of being caught, you bit your bottom lip and ever so slightly shifted your arm out from under Ghost’s; snaking it down and around into your waistband. Into your panties.

  You kept your lip between your teeth, biting it softly to keep yourself quiet, moving slow as you could stand it, the heat from your core already reaching your fingertips as you slowly reached down.

  You hoped the torrential rain would help cover any sounds you might make.  

  With a small sigh, you pressed a finger to the slit of your entrance, pleased to find that the arousal was indeed seeping out of you, and you grinned to yourself, braving a finger inside.

  Your hips bucked softly, involuntarily, and you closed your eyes; your breathing quickening under your touch.

  This wouldn’t even take two –

  You gasped in shock when a large, thick wrist clamped down around your own, stilling your movements, and another hand flew to your mouth, nearly covering your entire face with its size.

  Your entire world froze and your heart stopped, eyes going wide.

  “Now … what do you think you’re doin’, luvie?” Ghost growls into your ear, his voice like gravel and sandpaper.

  The tone alone had you clamping your thighs shut and letting out a muffled moan of pleasure before you could stop yourself.

  Caught.

  Shit.

  You tried to muffle something to him as a response, possibly even as an excuse, but Ghost merely chuckled darkly in your ear; sending a wave of gooseflesh down your body.

  “Now, now – quiet down, there, luv. Wouldn’t wanna wake up ol’ Johnny boy, now, would ya?”

  With a shift of his hips, you nearly groaned when you felt the thick warmth of his erection pressed into your backside through his trousers.

  You closed your eyes, your mind and body sending mixed signals, unsure of what to do or how to proceed.

  Ghost didn’t have a shred of hesitation.

  “Now, if I was a bettin’ man,” he said, letting his hand go from your mouth to your neck, holding your chin high as he buried his face in your skin and inhaled.

  “I’d say you was turned on by this …. By me.”

  You gulped, trying not to grind against him, your heart hammering in your chest and his hand sliding down the wrist that was currently still in your panties, dancing dangerously close to your core.

  You felt him smirk against your jaw, giving you a nip.

  “Ain’t that right, luvie?”

  You released a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding through your nose, closing your eyes and squirming under his touch. You shake your head, trying to deny it, but he’s having none of that.

  His hand around your throat tightens and his voice drops to a grating growl.

  “Oh, come on, don’t play me for a fool. I’ve seen the way you look at me, at Johnny, at us. Seen the way you bite your lip when you think none of us are looking …” His hand delves deeper into your panties, and suddenly, without warning, his long, thick fingers are rubbing through your folds and causing you to gasp.

  “Heard those sweet little moans of yours as you pleasure yourself at night thinking no one can hear you ….” He continues, moving is hand in time with his seductive voice and dangerous words, palming your clit and spreading your slick through and around your entrance.

  Johnny snores loudly, and your breath hitches.

  “Heh. Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Ghost clicks his tongue in mock disapproval. “Now, now little birdie ….” he growled, one of his fingers circling your opening. You clenched, eager and desperate for him to just shove it in already …

  Fucking jack-off was taking his good ol’ easy time, and it was driving you up the wall.

  “If you want me to keep going, you’re gonna have to be very …. Very quiet.”

  You nod desperately against him, willing to agree to just about anything at this point.

  “Say it, luvie … I need to hear you say it …”

  “Yes.” You croak out on a broken whisper. “Please, Simon, please, just—”

  You don’t get the chance to finish, letting out a sharp squeak of pleasure when one of his fingers is suddenly shoved so far into you that you see stars.

  The hand on your neck moves quickly back to cover your mouth and he bites at your earlobe threateningly.

  “I said be fucking quiet.”

  You nod, breathing through your nose in quick short bursts; your pussy clenching needily around his greedy digit. You close your eyes in bliss when he slowly begins to pump it in and out of you, making a delicious slick, squelching noise; and you damn near come apart in his arms when he utters a soft, “Good girl.” Into your ear.

  His finger feels like heaven, and you weren’t sure it could have gotten any better until he slid a second one in and you thought you’d pass out from how good the stretch felt.

  He made quiet grunting noises behind you, brushing his stubbled, scarred jaw over yours, around the shell of your ear, the skin at the base of your neck. Your mouth fell open in a silent sob, tears springing to your eyes at just how good this felt. How good his fingers were splitting you open, brushing every little part of you that drove you crazy with lust.

  He added a third finger, the burn damn near addicting as he grunted into your ear and thrusted them in and out at a brutalizing pace.

  “Fuck, dovey … fuckin’ hell, you’re so fuckin’ tight … Bet this lil’ cunny’s never felt so good, ‘as she?”

  You swallowed a noise in the back of your throat, thrusting your hips in time with his hands to meet his fingers.

  Your eyes rolled into the back of your head in pleasure and you felt the familiar coil of heat build in the pit of your stomach, the tell-tale sign of an impending orgasm approaching.

  Fuck, it felt so good, and you fucking chased it.

  Bucking your hips back and onto his fingers, you whimpered softly as you ground your pussy into Simon’s hand; desperately chasing your high.

  His noises and grunts and growls in your ear were driving you higher and higher up the wall, and you were already so fucking close – but then his fingers are withdrawn and you’re left achingly empty, whining softly.

  “Simon …” You beg on a breathy whisper, but you pause when you feel the hand that was just inside you moments before reaching down to yank his trousers down; and feel his massive, thick cock spring free and smack against the curve of your ass.

  Your throat went completely dry.

  You tried to keep quiet, your eyes locked on the back of Johnny’s sleeping head as you felt Ghost fuck into his fist from behind you; the tip of his cock brushing against the small of your back with each thrust.

  “Tell me, luvie,” he growls against your ear, shifting on the bed so he can rub the tip through your weeping folds.

  The breath left your lungs.

  “You ever had a man this size? Eh?”

  You shake your head, trying to remember how to even speak, but he grips your neck again. Tight. Hard.

  “Answer me.”

  “No,” You gulp thickly, letting your mouth hang open on a pant.

  He chuckles darkly, and you feel him notch himself at the slit of your entrance.

  “Good. I always like to be a first.”

  And he shoves his cock into you without any further warning.

  You let out a soft cry, unable to help yourself as your walls clamp down around him; and then he’s thrusting into you, brushing against your g-spot with painful accuracy; his balls slapping against your flesh with each needy jerk of his hips, pushing his hard, thick length deeper and deeper into you.

  His hand continues to grip your neck, panting into your ear while his other hand slides down to palm at your lower stomach; pressing down where he feels himself stretching you from the inside out. He smiles against your skin, hungry and predatory.

  “Fuck, you’re taking my cock so well, doll … fuck, you’re so tight. So wet. So needy …. Look at you, all desperate for me and my cock. My cum. You want me to fill you up, doll? Fill this tight, little cunny up? Breed you so good and deep, you’ll be walking around leaking me for days? Eh?”

  You groaned at his filthy mouth, trying to stay quiet but failing miserably, nodding.

  He laughed under his breath at you.

  “Such a filthy fucking slut you are. Lettin’ me fuck you nice and hard while Johnny’s just layin’ there in front of you, unawares.”

  You felt your insides clench at his every word, your orgasm building like a tidal wave inside you.

  At this rate, you were going to cum faster than you’d ever remembered before.

  “Wonder if he’d like to join in on the fun?” Ghost grunted as he angled his hips to somehow thrust even deeper into you; the slick, wet, squelching sounds echoing up through the blanket and into the empty room.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you little whore? Have bo’f of us men, filling your holes at once, breeding you from both ends? I bet you would. I bet you’d be such a good fucking girl and swallow every last drop Johnny’d give ya, and then turn around and take another load right up this tight, fucking pussy---agh, fuck!” You feel his entire body clench and his thrusts grow choppy and quicker.

  You moaned, closing your eyes, reaching up to grip the back of his head and hold it down against you.

  Almost, you were almost fucking –

  “Oh, fuck, fuck babygirl, I’m---I’m so close---I’m---Fuck!” Simon grunted and with a final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, cumming deep within your warm, gummy walls; sliding his hand down to pinch your clit as he did so.

  That little action was more than enough, and your orgasm ripped through you like a tornado – leaving a mess of a trail in its wake.

  Clenching tightly around Simon’s cock, you pulsed and twitched around his length – and also managed to squirt; something you’d never ever remembered being able to do before.

  “Fuuuuck….” Simon grunted in your ear, giving you a few more sloppy thrusts as he slowed down; his cock pulsing the last bit of seed deep into your compliant pussy.

  Moaning softly and panting into Simon’s hand, you slowly came down from your high; the world coming back into focus around you.

  But it isn’t the room that comes back into focus, nor is it the lightning flashes that dance across the walls.

  It’s Johnny’s bright blue crystal eyes; dark with lust and need, his hand on his cock and the front of his shirt drenched in … your squirt.

  You felt your soul leave your body and a bright blush rise to your cheeks in shame, but Johnny just chuckled.

  “Aye, I see you’re havin’ all the fun without me, eh?” He groans when he gives his cock a long, languid stroke; arching his back to meet his fist, his eyes locked on yours as Simon slowly began to thrust back into you again.

  “Think you’ve got another round left in ya, princess?”

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˙⊹ ੈ✰[Finding You Almost Dead]✰ ੈ⊹˙

-ˏˋ. rules + masterlist ˊˎ-

Fandom: Danganronpa

Characters: Aoi Asahina, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Kyoko Kirigiri, Mondo Owada, Sakura Ogami, Genocider Syo, Toko Fukawa

Warnings: !!NOT SPOILER FREE!! Set in the killing game, some slight angst, and mentions of blood and injury, but no death.

Other: Established relationship, though it's not super obvious. Also, this one is long!! (also also don’t ask about the logistics okay I didn’t think too hard about the cannon deaths timeline)

A/N: The motivation for this one was crazy I banged this out in just a couple of hours. Anyways!! Please excuse any mischaracterizations, but if you want any other characters feel free to request them!! (Not just the first game!! I write for any of them + the anime!!)

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Kiyotaka Ishimaru

When he found you, you were in the fourth-floor music room.

You had lacerations all along your body, unconscious in a small puddle of your own blood

He and Mondo were together, and when they saw the door to the music room ajar, they decided to investigate, but once Taka saw your body, he just screamed, which attracted the others

Kyoko quickly realizes the lack of body discovery announcement and checks your pulse, stating that you’re alive

He Mondo carries you to the nurse’s office

He cries like…so much

He and Mondo stay with you in the nurse's office and patch you up, Mondo kinda acting as a guard dog, not letting anyone near you, and Taka doing his best to keep himself and Mondo calm while they wait for you to wake up

Once you do, he’s once again, in tears

He’s barely able to resist the urge to pull you into a hug, instead, he grabs your hands

He’s just so happy that you’re okay!!

He’s too relieved that you’re okay that he forgets to ask if you remember who attacked you, so Mondo does that

When you say you don’t, his worry increases ten-fold

What if they don’t find out who did it? What if they attack you again while you’re still healing and end up actually killing you? What if they attack someone else?

Insists on having a non-official class trail in the dining hall, and Kyoko ends up taking the lead as most people didn’t investigate because you hadn’t died

The one who attacked you was Genocider Syo

Why? You were ‘flirting’ with Byakuya

You laughed at him because he made a stupid face after Makoto said something he disagreed with. 

She cornered you and cut you up, but intentionally didn’t kill you and avoided lethal areas

Toko didn’t know but doesn’t feel bad

Syo gets shunned, so by proxy, Toko does as well

Though they didn’t interact with the others, other than Byakuya, who doesn’t treat her any different than normal so…

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Mondo Owada

When he found you, you were in the second-floor pool area

You had one stab wound in your abdomen, the knife lying next to you on the ground, you were unconscious in a pool of your own blood

Hina arranged for everyone to meet up at the pool to hopefully have some fun and get their mind off of the killing game for a while, so Mondo and a group of a few other guys were the ones to find you

He starts yelling at everyone around, which causes the girls to go investigate as well

Taka is the only one able to calm him down enough to tell him that you’re still breathing

It’s then he takes action, scooping you up and booking it to the nurses' office

Taka doesn’t yell at him for running in the halls for once

He tries to patch you up himself, but he has limited knowledge of how to do all this in the first place, and his hands shaking and his vision being clouded with tears aren’t helping either

So Taka does it for him while he holds your hands and cleans the blood off of you

Doesn’t want to let anyone close to you, other than Taka and maybe Kyoko, but even then he watching her closely

Does ask Kyoko to find out who did this

Also, he’s like…really pissed

Like infuriated

Swears he’ll kill whoever hurt you

When you wake up, he instantly scoops you up in a hug, accidentally squeezing your wound and hurting you

Almost drops you when you wince

He is hesitant to touch you at all after that because he hurt you!!

Of course, he asks if you remember who attacked you

When you say you don’t, he feels his temper kinda flare

He’s not mad at you, of course, but at the person who had hurt you

The one who attacked you was Leon Kuwata

Claims it was in self-defense because he thought you were a killer

In actuality, you just turned a corner and he was there with a knife, and tried to kill you!!

When it gets revealed that Leon did it, Sakura has to hold Mondo back so he doesn’t kill him

Leon is shunned, and Mondo is weary of everyone but Taka

Doesn’t let you out of his sight for a long while

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Aoi Asahina

When she found you, you were in the Science Lab Storage Room

You had a large impact wound on your head, blood pouring from the wound, and you, of course, were unconscious

When Aoi spotted you, she wasted no time rushing over to you

So she finds out that you’re still alive very quickly

She scoops you up and rushes you over to the nurse's office, tears streaming down her face

Thankfully, whoever attacked you hadn’t cracked your skull, just broke the skin

Once you’re safe in the nurse's office, and she’s patching you up the others arrive, having seen her running through the halls with your body in her arms

Sakura is the one who comforts her the most, a few of the others go to the scene to see what had happened.

At the scene, they find a wooden mallet, after some inspection Kyoko confirms it was the weapon, the size matching the wound on you

Once you’re patched up, she asks Sakura to keep an eye on you and she asks Kyoko and Makoto to help her question everyone to see if they can find out who did it

Byakuya would probably also help, but only because he doesn’t want to be attacked next and they need to find out who the dangerous ones are

After a while, Hina checks back in on you, to see that you’re awake!

She gently hugs you, careful to avoid the wound, and cries, saying how thankful she is that you’re okay

Asks if you can remember what exactly happened

When you can’t she feels bad that she wasn’t there to protect you

The one who attacked you was Hifumi Yamada

He had attacked you under Celeste’s instruction (Like the third trial of the game), but he hit too soft and in the wrong spot, so you ended up surviving

Hifumi would fess up almost immediately, spilling everything he knows about the plan and why

They both get shunned, Celeste refusing to acknowledge him after that

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Kyoko Kirigiri

When she found you, you were in the second-floor hallway

You were slumped against a wall, in an out-of-the-way area, with a few bruises on your body, but most importantly was a large impact wound on the back of your head, a splatter of blood on the wall showing where your head had been slammed against it

She very quickly notices that you’re not dead, and may or may not let out a sigh of relief

Thankfully, a few people are nearby, namely Makoto, Sakura, and Hina

Calmly asks Sakura to carry you to the nurse’s office, and for Hina to accompany you to help patch you up

She’s calm, mostly because she noticed the wound was only skin-deep

She stays to examine the scene, because even though you hadn’t died, you almost did, and she wants to figure out who attacked you

For everyone’s safety…but noticeably yours

It’s harder than investigating deaths, funnily enough, but she is able to gather some clues from the scene and starts to question the others

Once you wake up, she’s by your side as soon as she hears

One part to comfort you, another to see if you knew who had attacked you

You didn’t, but that’s okay, she's a detective, she’ll figure it out

If you want her to stay with you she will, but if you don’t mind either way, she’s going back to questioning the others

The one who attacked you was Mondo Owada

It was a heat-of-the-moment attack, and he didn’t even realize the damage he’d caused

He’d cave the second Kyoko put the smallest amount of pressure, apologizing profusely

Since he seems genuinely remorseful, half of the others are only slightly weary, while the other half shun him

Kyoko will only forgive him if you do, if you don’t however, she won’t either

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Sakura Ogami

When she found you, you were in Classroom 1-A

You had a stab wound on your shoulder, and another one in your side, the knife nowhere to be found

She and Hina had been wandering around together, but after catching a glimpse of blood they busted into the room, both shocked to see your body covered in blood and two stab wounds

Sakura is almost too stunned to move until Hina sees your chest move as you breathe

Sakura scoops you up, she and Hina are silent as they take you to the nurse's office

They patch you up, also in silence

Sakura is seething, though (You remember when Hina got attacked by Syo? Yeah, like that but even more since you’re so badly hurt)

Almost crushed the bottle of medicine she was holding

Once you’re properly patched up, she requests a moment alone

Even though you’re asleep, she grabs your hands and kisses the backs of them, quietly promising to not let any more harm come to you

She checks in on you frequently and stays for long periods of time, just in case you wake up

You thankfully wake up when she’s around, and she’s right by your side

Again, gently takes your hands

After a long stretch of silence, she asks if you remember what happened, or who attacked you

When you say you don’t, she doesn’t press or ask any more questions related to that

Will give you a protein shake

The one who attacked you was Sayaka Maizono

She had meant to kill you to escape, but stabbing people is much harder and much more traumatizing than she had anticipated

She gets shunned, even by Makoto

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Genocider Syo

She actually didn’t find you first, Toko did, but Toko fainted and Syo fronted, finding you in the third-floor Rec room

Freaks out, and runs into the hallway, chasing the nearest person down, putting her scissors to their neck, and threatening them

This person happens to be Makoto, and not far behind him is Kyoko, so the three went back to your body

Kyoko informs her that, while you aren’t dead, you will be if they don’t act quick

So, she scoops you up and runs you to the nurse's office

She tries to patch you up but doesn’t really know how resulting in loose bandages and her panicking over your body

Makoto and Kyoko are not too long after, and they help, though not without Syo watching their every move and threatening them if they make a wrong move

After they're done patching you up though, she makes them take at least three steps back

Stays in the nurse's office until you wake up, keeping everyone away

She even goes as far as to threaten Byakuya

She takes every step possible to keep herself from sneezing or passing out, so Toko doesn’t front

When you wake up, she grabs your hands and smiles in an oddly tender moment

Then asks if you remembers who attacked you, and then follows up by asking if she can kill them

When you say you don’t, she offers to torture everyone until she finds the attacker

Thankfully you don’t have to answer that, as Kyoko comes in, saying she knows who did it

The one who attacked you was Byakuya Togami

You’d ended up preventing a murder, getting everyone to get along, and ignore the motive this time

He thought the game was getting boring, so he took matters into his own hands

He hadn’t meant to injure you so severely, but he figured he hadn’t killed you, and you probably wouldn’t die from blood loss, so he left you there

Syo was furious and chased Byakuya down, Sakura and Hina having to hold her back so she wouldn’t kill him

Instead, she hurls insults at him, and the next few times she fronts, she tries to kill him all over again

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Toko Fukawa (This one is a continuation of Syo’s!!)

She wouldn't front again until after it was revealed that Byakuya was the one who attacked you

When she next fronts, she’s confused

Firstly, she thinks you’re dead

You’re not, thank god

Secondly, you got attacked

Not very good

And thirdly, the person who attacked you Byakuya?

Toko immediately starts hurling insults at him, much like Syo had

She wonders how she’d ever liked someone so rotten

She hadn’t been obsessed with him for a while, but she still held a lot of respect for him up until now

Byakuya gets shunned, but he hadn’t interacted with the others much before this, so it doesn’t affect him too badly

The only real difference is that Toko insults him every time she sees him

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[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Kim Seungmin x F!Reader TW : established relationship ; none ; just fluff ; Word Count : 0.9k Request : nope!

“Minnie-ahhh!!!” You called from the bathroom, your hair dripping droplets of water onto the tile floor, your body wrapped with the shower curtain as you foolishly remembered that you had forgotten to grab a towel before you got in. “Seungmin!!!” You called once more, dropping the cute name now as the vent turned on and blasted cold air against your still wet skin. 

In the living room just a few feet away sat your boyfriend on the couch, unbeknownst to you, his headphones were covering his ears and blasting the ever so calming music of Animal Crossing. He couldn’t hear you at all, it was his day off, and he had decided- with your help -that it would be a day of pure relaxation, and to him, relaxing was being able to keep up on his little village and hopefully invite a couple more residents to his town. 

The air had gotten too cold, and at this point your body had either absorbed all of the little beads of water or they had just trickled down to the floor. The only thing that was still wet was your hair, but you didn’t really mind if it air dried, as long as you’d be able to cuddle up with your boyfriend to keep you warm. 

You padded across the floor to the living room, dropping down onto the couch beside Seungmin, who still hadn’t even looked up from his screen, and then shimmied under his arm to lay your head on his lap. “Aish… your hair is freezing!” He finally pried his eyes away from the console to stare down at you, the most adorable scowl on his face that you knew he didn’t mean. “Why didn’t you wrap it up this time?” 

“Because someone didn’t hear me calling for them.” You sassily retorted, purposely pressing your head further against his lap and stifling a giggle when you heard him sigh. “You’re so warm, Minnie! I need your warmth! Give it to me!” You continued to tease, shoving your hands now into the pockets of his hoodie, and you could feel his body vibrating with the laughter that he was trying so hard to suppress. 

“So annoying… pabo…” He muttered, playfully flicking your nose, but when your face scrunched up he couldn’t help but break character and smile down at you. It was hard for him to not react to how cute you were. “Get up real quick.” He said, and your lips turned down at the corners into a little frown which made him roll his eyes. “Just for a second, jeesh, I’ll be right back, I promise.” 

He didn’t give you much time to move, instead he carefully lifted your head from his lap and got up, chuckling a little too deviously when he watched your head drop back down to the cushion. “Meanie…” You huffed out the word which only made him laugh more. You loved him though, you loved that you could tease each other and bicker because you knew that through it all, he loved you too, the two of you just had a slightly different way of showing it than most couples. 

When he returned to the living room, he was carrying the thick comforter from off the bed, and while he tried to play the annoyed act, you could see right through it. He was softer than butter, and it made your tummy feel fuzzy and your heart race. “Sit up, come on… You wanna be warm, let me keep you warm.” He said, and you quickly obliged, scooting as far against the back cushions as you could to give him room to lay down beside you. 

His arm quickly wrapped around you, trapping you against his chest, not that you minded, as he continued to play his game. Your head laid upon his chest, and you could tell that he was comfortable. Even though he didn’t say it much, he loved moments like this just as much. His heart kept a steady rhythm and his breaths were calm, you’d almost think he was sleeping if he wasn’t still playing the game. “Are you comfy?” You whispered, snuggling closer against him, and he let out a soft hum of agreement, letting go of the console momentarily to run his hand over your hair. 

“Are you warm now?” He asked just as softly, and you nodded quickly, tangling your legs with his and you could feel him smiling, his cheeks rising up just slightly before he turned his head just enough to press a kiss to your forehead. “If you get uncomfortable just let me know, we can go to the bedroom.” He reminded you, and while most people would assume that there was some ulterior motive to the words, you knew better, and you knew your boyfriend better than anyone else. 

“I like it here… I can be closer to you…” You murmured, wrapping your arm around his waist and somehow managing to move ever closer. “You know I love you, right?” You asked, holding tightly onto the loose fabric of his hoodie, your eyes slowly closing as your body threatened to fall asleep against him. 

“I know you do, you tell me every day.” He said, his voice holding a false, teasing coyness that had you scoffing, and inevitably it had him laughing once again. “I love you too, bubs.” He said once his laughter had died down into a small snicker. “I know you’re tired, you can take a nap. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” 

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[hhnguyen]

make me proud

Bringing my Sully Reader series to a bittersweet, yet hopefully comforting end.  

♢ Pairing: Tuktirey x Oldest sister!Reader, Sully family x Oldest sister!Reader

♢ Word count: 3.2k 

♢ Genre: angst, sibling love, fluff, grief - Warnings: cursing, major character death

⌲ Description: Time was passing by, and with hazy memories Tuk finds herself reminiscing about the person her sissy once was. 

M A S T E R L I S T

R e c o m m e n d e d   p l a y l i s t : 

⌲ ashes - Celine Dion ⌲ brother - Kodaline ⌲ the nights - Chlara  ⌲ the call - Regina Spektor

“Hello there,” Grinning, Tuktirey watched from a safe distance at the insistent yapping from a nest of Viperwolf pups. 

This pack specifically was only a couple of months old, but friendlier than those residing further away from her village, thus more used to the comings and goings of the Omitikaya and not trying to kill anyone who came too near.

Tuk found herself visiting the energetic pups several times a week, always making sure their protective mother and pack weren’t too near when she snuck closer than anyone would recommend. 

But she was confident in her abilities to protect herself, the bow slung over her body never left behind when outside the borders of her home. Not to mention the two extra daggers strapped to each thigh with firm leather holsters. 

Allowing herself a couple more moments of silent admiration, she swallowed back a giggle as one of the bravest of the pups came bouncing over in her direction, stumbling clumsily over its legs and trotting the last couple of feet before rubbing its leathery body against her ankle, no sign of viciousness present. 

Bending down to give the creature a little scratch behind its ears, the wolf gave a yip in satisfaction, tail thumping against the ground until a far-off howl sounded. 

Forgetting Tuk’s presence all the pups started to howl in reply and she used their distraction to swiftly turn back around and climb up the tree she had come from, safely keeping herself a distance away as the rest of the pack came running through the bushes with their newest prey for the day, growls mixed in with the barks of the youngest. 

With one last glance, Tuktirey started her short journey upwards before giving a sharp whistle. 

A screech replied her quickly, a shadow flying over her only for a few seconds before landing down on the large branch before her, leaves fluttering down the ground from its appearance hidden within. 

“Hey there boy,” Tuk trailed a gentle hand down her Ikran’s neck, somewhat feeling a little melancholic today, tracing the midnight blue skin with yellow and green marks. “Mawey Atanzaw.”

The old ikran listened, calming down and nudging his head against her hands as she smiled, nuzzling him back. She wasn’t the only one seemingly restless today. 

Atanzaw himself was aware of what day it was, having acted impatient from morning until now. 

Oh, what a shock that day had been for everyone; Tuk’s iknimaya was a moment still prone to come up in discussion to this day, four years later. 

She had followed the same rites of passage as all her family before, making it all the way up to the Hallelujah Mountains without much issues. And just when Tuk thought she had found her bond, Atanzaw had swooped down from the sky like the vicious beast that he was known for. 

Chasing away her first prospective Ikran and snarling at her. 

No one had seen the animal since your death nearly seven years ago, the ikran having taken to the skies and never seen again after your body was brought back to Metkayina village to be buried with the ancestors. 

She had been frozen to the core, all reason of what she was doing vanishing, until the realization that the ikran wanted her to fight; prove her worth to become his newest rider. 

An occurrence that had never happened before in the history of her clan. 

Once a rider died, it was well known their mounts refused to take any other. 

But there she had been, faced with the fiercely loyal best of her long passed oldest sister. 

“You want to see her, don’t you?” Tuktirey whispered, gently tracing the lines of his face as Atanzaw scuffed. “How about a little flight, then we’ll go.” 

Swinging herself up on the saddle, the ikran didn’t need any more direction to follow their usual flight route circling her home forest. 

Leaning forward to rest her whole body upon the warm skin of her mount, Tuk took a deep breath; eyes closing and feeling the wind whip past her as they soared above the trees. 

The sun was slowly setting, painting the sky in a beautiful picture of soft oranges, pinks and yellow, bathing her in a backdrop of warmth and comfort. 

Ten years have passed since your death. 

Tuk remembered that day more clearly than the others. 

When her family had finally managed to pry her and Kiri away from the grasps of their enemies, her eight-year-old mind thinking everything was going to be alright from there out as they floated above the water on Payakan’s fin until she noticed the usual bright absence of her oldest sister. 

Her questions had been answered in the worst possible way as she was led to the flat surface of rocks in the middle of the dark ocean, the flames of the sinking boat being the only light to illuminate them

But it had been bright enough for her eyes to take in the scarily still form of you. An image of cold serenity with a wet cloth covering your body from the neck down, eyes closed as if you were dreaming. 

Tuk had thought you were. 

Simply sleeping that is. 

Sinking slowly down to her knees beside you, small hand shaking your shoulder to wake up, to hug her and assure her that everything was okay now. That their family was safe and they could go home. But you wouldn’t wake up. 

“Why won’t sissy wake up, daddy!” Her child self had sobbed, hiccuping and whipping around to stare at her dad for an answer. 

He had only scooped her up in his arms, tugging her head into his neck with comforting nothings, apologizing for something she couldn’t hear through her sobs of denial. Kiri had stared, seeing but unseeing, fists clenched by her side as their mother sank down and pulled your damp head into her lap. 

The bright roots from the tree of souls brought her back to the present as Atanzaw swooped down slowly. The area was empty from what she could see, because Tuk had arrived late to her family’s tradition of visiting you on your death anniversary.

Instead of heading straight to the tree and connecting her queue, she found a slab of high rock several feet away and sat down. Her ikran settling down on his stomach beside her with a grumble as she absently traced his neck. 

“Come on, Tuk Tuk! Atanzaw won’t wait for us forever!” Your voice seemingly whispered in her ears, your bright laughter following as the memories of her small self rushing out of the hut for your weekly sister bonding time. 

“Tuk Tuk, mom and dad won’t be happy if you don’t clean up before dinner!” What an ongoing issue it had for you to force her to simply clean up after a day of adventures outside. 

“Why are you crying, Tuk Tuk?”

“I-I had a n-nightmare of you leaving m-me…”

“Awe, my sweet little Tuk. I’ll never leave you, okay?”

“Y-you promise, sissy?” You had grinned so widely that it seemed like you could shield the entire world from her. “When have I ever broken a promise?”

Tuktirey couldn’t help but scoff, the sound feeling loud in the emptiness of the space as she plucked out handful of grass and letting them flutter to the ground. 

“You’re a goddamn liar, sissy,” She couldn’t help but mutter bitterly. 

“Careful now. She won’t be too happy hearing you say that.”

Looking over her shoulder to face the familiar deep voice of Neteyam, grinning almost innocently. 

Tuk rolled her eyes, never stopping her aggressive little plucking of nature. She would apologize to Eywa another time. 

“What are you doing here, Teyam?” 

Her oldest brother heaved a sigh as he sat down on her other side, his ridiculously broad shoulders brushing her own. Just like everyone else, he had grown into himself as a strong male Na’vi. She knew that if their father decided to step down today as Olo'eyktan, Neteyam would be more than ready to take his place. 

But alas, Jake Sully was still a stubborn male who assured he was more than capable for a couple more years before letting the role of leader go to someone else. A stubborn old fool, their mother had berated him to their amusement. 

“I assumed since you didn’t show up earlier, I would find you here sooner or later.”

Her brother, now twenty-five was one of the respectable leaders of their clan, as a general and heir to their father. Neteyam even surpassed Jake in build and height, all the teenage softness melting into a strong wide jaw and high cheekbones. 

“You didn’t have to wait,” Tuk muttered again as he chuckled.

“And let you remain here alone ruining that poor grass?” Her hand stopped at his pointed words with an inward sigh. 

Pulling her knees against her chest, she wrapped her arms around them, never taking her eyes away from the gently swaying branches of the Tree of Souls. 

“What’s the issue, Tuk?”

“What makes you think there is one?”

She didn’t have to look to know about the brow Neteyam raised at her. “You’ve been acting odd the last couple of days. Even mother and father have noticed.”

Tuk gnawed at her bottom lip. “I don’t know how to say it.”

“Since when have I ever judged you?” 

That was true. Neteyam was always willing to offer an ear for her problems, often ending the conversation with a comforting hug to brighten up her days. 

“I…think I’m forgetting her.” Tuk’s whispered admission floated into the air with a shuddering breath, eyes welling up with tears she let trail down her cheeks. 

A guilt that had bothered her ever since she realized with horror how she couldn’t seem to recall how your smile had looked like, if the colors of your eyes had been as yellow as she remembered, or a more dark orange. 

“Oh Tuk…” She didn’t fight the hold Neteyam slung over her shoulder, pulling her into his side, lips pressing against the crown of her head. “Why are you beating yourself up over that?”

“I can’t forget her, Teyam,” Tuk’s voice shook. “She’s…sissy. What kind of sister would I be if I can’t remember what her smile looked like? How her laugh sounded. It’s not right.”

“Who told you that?” Neteyam’s voice was a low comfort. “It’s the truth isn’t it?”

“No, not even close, Tuk Tuk.”

Tuktirey shook her head. “Don’t do that. I don’t want your lies, Teyam.”

“Do you believe Y/N would call you a liar?” His question made her pause because she didn’t know. 

She didn’t remember what you would have said in moments like these, and it was that exact feeling that was eating her up from the inside. 

“You were eight, Tuk,” Neteyam continued seriously. “A child in the midst of war and mayhem. We all were. Trauma has haunted us all since then, you as a child couldn’t even escape it. Your memories warp over time, and no one would blame you for forgetting details of scenarios over a decade ago.”

“But it’s sissy!” She repeated vehemently. 

“Sissy would tell you to suck it up and stop being a wimp.” 

Words that your oldest brother would never use on a daily basis made them both freeze, before sharing an airy laugh together at how you would 100% say that to their faces. 

“Yeah, she would…” 

How Tuk hated the truth of those words. You would have told them much more than that with narrowed eyes and hands on your hips. Probably including a couple of cuss words followed by your signature whack to the head. 

“A day does not go by where we don’t miss her,” Neteyam’s voice had taken a note melancholy, Atanzaw in his silence seemingly agreeing with a rumble from his chest. 

“Y/N will always leave a mark within our lives long after we’re gone as well. Just look at Lo’ak. That fool has managed pretty well for himself.” 

Giggling at their inside joke, Tuk could see what he meant. 

After the war ended, everyone besides their second brother decided to return to the forest. Lo’ak had been firm in his decision of remaining with the Metkayina, Tsireya by his side as mates and to lead the future generations to come. They were doing incredibly well last time the family had heard, welcoming a healthy baby girl as their first child and naming her after you. They had promised to come for a visit the moment the babe was old enough for long travels. 

None of the family had expected Lo’ak to be the first one to create a family and life for himself, but he had put all the credit on you. How he promised to be strong for your sake; A promise he had now fulfilled to its brim to the pride of everyone else, your parents especially. Kiri herself had taken over the role of Tsahìk, with their grandmother only growing more weary by the day, and there was no one else suited better to the role than her. 

 That left only Tuk, with her eighteenth birthday having passed, she was officially an adult in human terms. She had chosen to become a part of the hunters, often led by Neteyam as well. 

She took after you a lot in that sense, her sense of adventure and adrenalin. 

“You think sissy would be proud?” Tuk asked carefully. 

Neteyam nudged her enough to catch her eyes as she followed his gaze to the tree, his small smirk obvious. “Why don’t you go and find out?”

“W-what?”

“I think of all days, that today is when Eywa might feel a bit more giving than usual.”

Despite her confusion over his mysterious words, Tuk listened and stood up. Walking the distance towards the closest root, she expected the same familiar connection to Eywa and hearing the whispers of the past brush over her mind as well the warmth spreading through her body. However her heart hammered when she felt her mind being pulled in further, as if dragging her away from the ground itself. 

Where was she? 

Slowly looking around, Tuk could vaguely recognize it. It was still home, in the forests on one of the many wide branches belonging to their trees. But it was taller than most she remembered, somewhere further away from their village. 

“Should I be offended that you look confused?”

Gasping, Tuktirey whirled around quicker than she had ever moved. Her hand covered her mouth, blinking as if in a dream as you grinned at her. 

Looking just like you had back then. Burnt orange like the sunrise, that was your eye color. 

“...sissy?” She was too afraid this wasn’t real. Because it didn’t feel like it.

Your grin widened, beaming almost - arms opening wide. “Hey Tuk Tuk.”

Tuktirey propelled into you mid sob, somehow still feeling smaller than you despite her couple inches on you. The familiar warmth of your grasp around her body brought her back to her childhood almost frighteningly fast, making her think how she managed to ever forget that feeling. 

“How tall you’ve become,” You murmured gently, hands trailing down her long braids, kept neatly within a leather tie. 

“I-I can’t believe this. How-”

“Eywa has granted us the gift of seeing each other again. A rare occurrence.”

Although not wanting to part from your arms, Tuktirey forced herself to pull back slightly. 

Only to be startled by the fact she had to look down to meet your sparkling gaze. You had always seemed like a larger-than-life figure to her. Towering above like an impregnable shield, it was now she realized how you had only been sixteen. How young your features looked now compared to her own eighteen. 

Had you always been that slight? 

“I don’t know what to say.”

You chuckled, reaching up to brush a singular braid back and tuck it behind her ear. “Do you have something to say?”

“I-I thought I did,” Tuk admitted, grasping your smaller hands tightly as you watched her patiently. “But now I’m not so sure.”

“Well, then how about I start?” Meeting your eyes, she watched them crinkle. “I missed you, Tuk Tuk.”

Eywa knows how she managed to smile, a light laugh following despite her tears. “I miss you so much, sissy.”

“You are stunning. I always knew you would be.” 

“How could you?” The words slipped out before she could stop. “You’re not here.”

But you simply snorted, obviously disagreeing. “I’m always there, Tuk. Even if you can’t see me, or feel me. Or even want to remember me. I’ll always be there.”

“Then why did you leave?” Tuktirey couldn’t help the choked question, knowing better than to expect an answer to it. 

You had been shot. Not chosen to die. But you defied all expectations as always, answering with a smirk. 

“Shit happens.”

Their dad would have been proud to hear that. 

“You are so much like Dad,” She huffed out almost exasperated. 

“And don’t you let him forget,” You winked.

A cribble crawled over her skin, the leaves of the trees rustling almost in warning as your face tilted up towards the sky, smile faltering the slightest.  

“We don’t have much time.”

“No,” Tuk shook her head, gripping your hands tighter, probably near painful but you gave no indication of it. “I want to speak with you more. Apologize or something, I can’t forget you!”

To her surprise, you laughed. Loud and coming from your belly. “Forget me? Oh Tuk Tuk, you worry too much.”

“What?”

“You fear the natural sides of life. Apologize? For what? How do you expect to forget your favorite sibling?” Your joke did not dry the fresh tears gathered in her eyes, before your eyes softened. 

Hand coming back up to cup her cheek, thumb gently brushing against it. “You are allowed to forget my face. Even my voice. I would never hold it over you, Tuktirey. But this,” You patted her heart. “That will never be gone. You’ll always find me there, okay?”

Lips wobbling, Tuk sniffled almost pathetically as she nodded. “Okay.”

Her blurry vision took in your face carefully, for what felt like the very last time for a long while. 

Looking at your shining eyes, loving wide grin with the same hint of mischief you always carried around. 

The wind rose as you reached up to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, hands squeezing hers one last time before stepping back and letting go. 

“I love you, sissy.” Tuk managed to croak out as the surroundings were starting to brighten. She swore it was a tear running down your cheek as your grin widened enough to show your teeth. 

“I love you too, Tuk Tuk.” And then a classic you-move; offering her a two-finger salute with a wink. “Make me proud, tiger.”

With a sharp gasp, Tuktirey was back; eyes flying open and stumbling back only to be balanced swiftly by Neteyam.

But he didn’t look concerned. There was a knowing glint in his expectant smile as she stared at him silently, almost stunned. 

That smile widened at the look on her face. “So what did she say?” 

As reality caught up with her, Tuk straightened before huffing out a laugh, wiping away the stray tears on her cheek. 

With twinkling eyes, she ran her tongue against the inside of her mouth in thought before blurting out. 

“That you’ll always be a sniveling crybaby!” 

Cackling, she ran away with a squeal towards Atanzaw as Neteyam growled playfully behind her, bringing up the chase as she took to the skies; heart and soul lighter than she could ever wish for. 

Am I crying? Maybe.

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[raineandsky]

heyyyy i love your work! could you write about a hero who is given to villain as a gift from supervillain, and although villain is excited his enemy is in his possession at first, he starts to notice the hero is oddly withdrawn. by the time he realizes the hero’s been practically tortured (nothing graphic) by supervillain, he finds himself trying to clean the hero’s wounds. despite his hatred for the other, whatever supervillain did was a step too far. thank you! have a good day 🍀

i hope you have a good day too! thank you for the request as always :)

tw: implied torture/abuse, injury

“Well, I thought [Supervillain] catching you was funny,” the villain says slowly, “but this…”

There’s no words for whatever this is. Old bruises, dried blood. More wounds than the villain dares to count.

Maybe the supervillain’s use of the word ‘catch’ was underselling their part in the hero’s journey here.

The villain had noticed the uncharacteristic quietness, sure, the lack of sharp edges. He’d thought it might be a bruised ego. He thought being gifted the hero meant he got the hero, and not this empty husk that looks like him.

It all makes painful, unfortunate sense.

The villain unties the binds from the hero’s wrists. The hero doesn’t move. “You… you realise you’re not tied down, [Hero],” the villain tries after a second.

The hero glances down at the red raw lines biting his skin. “Yeah.”

The villain stares at him for a long moment. “Okay,” he says shortly. “On your feet.”

The hero lets the villain push him in an awkward shuffle into the bathroom. He watches as the villain rummages through his cupboard, pulls a box down, continues rummaging through that.

“Sit down,” the villain says shortly. “In the bath.”

The hero does as he’s told—a new characteristic, the villain notes—and slumps down in the bathtub. The villain manages to finally wrestle a first aid kit from the box.

“I’ll need you to take your shirt off, okay?” the villain says slowly.

The hero’s expression turns from blank to distressed in a second. “No, I—“

“It’s okay,” the villain cuts in quickly. “I won’t hurt you. I just need to see.”

Eventually, with a bit of gentle pushing, the hero lets the villain tug him out of his shirt. The villain had fully intended to keep his face straight, but he can’t help the gasp of disgust slipping out.

The blood and bruises he saw before are nothing to this. Red tears at every part of the hero’s skin. The villain doesn’t want to look, but if he wants to help he has to face what the supervillain has done.

A small washcloth gets run under the tap, the hero watching distractedly as water seeps into the fabric. The villain carefully sits on the edge of the bath, washcloth wielded in his hand like a shield. “I’m just going to get the worst of it off, [Hero],” he says slowly. The hero glances up at him blankly. “It might sting, but it’s not on purpose, okay?”

This is far from okay, it seems. The hero flinches and fights back tears every time the villain so much as touches him. The villain tries to soothe him as he goes, but he feels a bit like he’s trying to calm a wild animal and that feels unfair on the hero.

The hero looks awful without the blood to cover the worst of it. Bandages are cut and wrapped quickly. The hero sits silently, staring at a spot of scum on the bath in front of him, trembling slightly under the villain’s hands. It’s too much. The villain feels sick.

He has to help the hero out of the bathtub. The man looks like a mummy with how much bandaging the villain has thrown at him, but it should hopefully keep the worst of the damage at bay.

It’s strange, helping his worst enemy in his own home. He hates the hero, despises everything he stands for. But what happened to the word vigilante? What happened to trying to spread the kindnesses the agency refused to afford? The supervillain has gone too far. This is unforgivable.

The villain only has one bedroom in his little house. He offers the hero one of his shirts and sets him in the one bed he has. The hero, from the nervous glancing about and wringing hands, doesn’t like it.

“What—” The words catch on nothing. He clears his throat quickly. “What’s the catch?”

The villain stares at him blankly for a moment. Jesus Christ. “There’s no catch,” he manages after a moment. “I’m trying to help you get better.”

The hero looks more horrified by this. “Why?”

“So you don’t die? I’m not a monster, [Hero].”

The hero’s face scrunches up like he’s going to cry. “O—Okay…”

The villain steers him under the covers as he snivels and breathes in shuddering breaths.

“Some sleep will help,” the villain offers from the doorway. “If it helps, you can lock the door from the inside.”

He taps the chunky lock on the handle, and the hero nods. With a quick, slightly awkward goodnight, the villain lets himself out, and a few seconds later he hears the clunk of the lock turning on the door.

He flops down on the sofa with a sigh. He wasn’t intending to sleep here tonight, but the supervillain’s never been one to respect other people’s plans. It’s hard, dipping in places with use, the cushions paper thin from years of sitting on them.

The villain has always hated the agency. He certainly hates the hero. But laying on his uncomfortable sofa, his own bedroom occupied by an injured, traumatised hero, he kind of feels like he hates the supervillain more.

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Phil knew that living out in the middle of nowhere brought the danger of wild animals, but he thought he'd taken his precautions.

He'd built fences around the cabin, lit torches when needed and his garden was occupied by a frankly fucking ridiculous amount of scarecrows to keep those pesky birds (and other critters) away from his crops. And yet, for the sixth time in as many days, he'd woken up to find his trash overturned and his food scraps dug through, with clear claw marks on the wood.

He felt bad doing it, he really did. But at this rate, he wouldn't feel safe allowing Wilbur and Tommy outside anymore. So after a week of this torment, Phil put down a snare.

The animal doing this couldn't be much bigger than a dog from what Phil could tell. It might even be one, a feral mutt from a nearby village. Though Phil found that hard to believe. Whatever it was, the snare would hopefully catch it. Then Phil could deal with it himself, even if that meant killing it.

That was the plan... that had been the plan...

The wolf pup Phil watched struggling in his snare was smaller than he expected. Malnutrition probably had stunted its growth. It must not have a pack to care for it - truthfully Phil was surprised to see a wolf this far south at all. Maybe its mother had set out to establish a new territory but had died on the way, leaving the pup to fend for itself. Or it was abandoned because of its unusual genes. Whatever the reason was, the thing looked more pathetic than a carnivorous animal had any right to, all unkempt white fur and bright red-pink eyes that looked around for an escape route.

Its teeth were bared in an intimidating snarl, snapping at Phil's hand when he tried to reach out.

"I'm not- Look, I'm sorry, okay." Phil had no fucking clue why he was talking to it. Maybe he was losing it a little, but there was a strange sense of intelligence radiating from this animal. For some reason, he felt like it would understand.

And almost as if to confirm that, the pup calmed down when he apologized, sitting on its haunches to stare at him suspiciously.

Yeah, Phil must be losing his mind for sure.

"Let me just get you out of there."

The metal wire had cut into the wolf's hind paw, blood soaking into the grass. What had seemed like such a clever idea this morning suddenly made Phil feel stupidly guilty.

He loosened the snare. As soon as it fell away, the pup tried to take off but then it instantly stumbled over its injured paw, landing in a heap. It wouldn't be able to walk anywhere. Phil grabbed it, mildly relieved it didn't instantly bite him. He carried it inside.

Carefully, Phil tended to the wound and settled the pup on the couch with an improvised nest made of blankets. The wolf curled up in it, tilting its head curious as if it didn't entirely understand what Phil was doing.

Phil didn't understand it himself. 

From the moment he laid eyes on the pup, he could tell there was something... off about it. It was just too hard to pinpoint what. Could be the sleep deprivation, of course. Maybe that was why, after he made sure the pup was all settled and the doors were locked so it couldn't go off causing trouble, Phil fell asleep on the couch himself. Right before he drifted off, he could feel the animal shift to lie against him.

And when he woke up, it was to two blue eyes blinking up at him instead.

Phil watched in pure confusion as the boy sat up, stretched his arms over his head, and then rubbed slightly over his long pink hair. Somehow he looked just as unkempt in this form, and just as tiny too. He was probably only a couple years younger than Wilbur. The boy held his stomach with a little frown.

"Are you... hungry?" Phil asked.

They looked up at him and nodded.

With a smile, Phil sighed and stood. "Let's get you some breakfast then." 

If there was one thing nobody could say about Phil, it would be that he didn't adjust to the weird things life was ever so fond of throwing on his path.

Now if only he could figure out how he was going to explain this to Wilbur and Tommy.

[hells-wasabii]

A/N: hey guys, I wanted to apologize for the lack of content first and foremost, my head has been a total asshole which makes it a little hard to write sometimes. So here’s a little something I wrote on a whim in an effort to get some feelings out. You're more than welcome to continue on to my other works that'll hopefully come out today. sorry for any mistakes, I didn't really feel like proofreading.

Character: Emily

Type: One Shot (Emily x depressed!reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Inhale. Exhale.

It was a simple exercise that you had been tought in life when the clouds in your head began to thunder.

All you wanted was to calm the voices in your mind. You closed your eyes, letting the calming air of heaven fill your lungs. But it wasn’t enough. It never was, was it?

Maybe you were foolish to have thought that things would get better once you made it to heaven. Now, several years down the line you weren’t so sure that was the case anymore.

You were brought back to the reality around you when the bench on which you sat shook as the other occupant shifted. She had been talking quite animately about something that you had unintentionally began to tune out, lost in your thoughts. Something about an upcoming meeting with the daughter of the morningstar, whatever that meant. You were sure that she had explained 

God, how had you managed to keep the conversation going with your bullshitted half-answers?

You didn’t deserve her. 

You didn’t deserve any of this.

This was the most constant line from the little devil on your shoulder, repeating itself time and time again.

Emily was like a star that burned bright in a sea of darkness. A literal angel with a smile that shone just as bright as the sun. She was a Seraphim, a Joy Bringer at that. And you were... you.

You weren’t entirely sure how, but she had found you again. Though you supposed it wasn’t too hard to find sitting on some random bench in the middle of one of the numerous parks in heaven.

A hand on your arm pulls you out of your thoughts. Her touch felt light the sunlight on a cool autumn day, soothing, warm. More than you deserved.

“Hey, are you okay?”

No. Not at all, you wanted to say. But instead, you let your mask fall back into place, a small smile taking to your lips.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

You didn’t want to lie, but what else could you say?

The Joy Bringer seemed to accept this, as she turned her attention to a group of angels chatting at a picnic nearby. You watched them as well, welcoming the distraction

“Y’know,” Once more you glanced over to the usually beaming angel. You were greeted by a sad smile that made your stomach churn. “You don’t always have to lie.”

How-

Had you really been that obvious? How could you have let yourself be so stupid?

“I’m not completely naive.” Emily reminded, finally looking back at you. You knew she meant nothing by it, but even still you shrunk into yourself. Of course, she knew. It seemed you had been the naive one 

"I just don’t get it.” You admitted, shoulders saggingas you finally looked back at her. Ever constant, the seraphim offered you a gentle smile, reassuring. It nearly broke your heart, you’re voice wavering as you continued on. “Why do you care so much? Why do you always go out of your way to come find me?" 

And, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, the young seraphim answered. "Because I love you." And just like that, your vision began to blur.

You hadn’t even realized your unshed tears had spilled over onto your cheeks, not until the joy bringer gingerly brushed them away with a steady d hand. Unconsciously you leaned into the touch before a sudden sob wracked your shoulders, warmth radiating from her hand. It felt as if a dam within you had been opened and suddenly, you were weeping. 

Emily was quick to react, wrapping you in a hug. Clutching to the back of the angel’s dress you felt as if a dam within you had begun to crumble. 

The seraphim's voice came out as a whisper as her wings settled around you. "It's okay, I'm here for you."

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Surprise! I had quite a bit of extra free time at work these past few days (thank you delays) so here is the finished Halloween Sam oneshot I decided to write on a whim 😅 I do really like how it turned out so hopefully you all enjoy!

Thank you to the anon who inspired the first part of this story, friends to lovers Sam is way too good to pass up

Pairing: Sam Kiszka X fem!reader

Warnings and tags: 18+ only!! Not for minors! Halloween party, friends to lovers, drinking, blood, animal attack, hospitalization, crying, wee bit of angst, smut including: oral (fem rec), unprotected sex, tiny bit of breeding kink if you squint real hard, multiple orgasms, I think this is the most Sam characterization I’ve ever written, I probably missed something so let me know if I need to add

Word count: 14k

“Don’t you think you’re going to get cold in that?” Sam asked as he picked you up from your parents house before the party. “It’s a bonfire, which means outside, and there’s a low of like 33 degrees tonight”.

“Yeah, bonfire” you easily countered with the same sassy undertone as you stepped outside and locked the front door behind you. “That means warmth. Besides, you act like we weren’t both raised in Michigan”.

“Well I’m not lending you my jacket if you get cold” he forewarned, though you knew Sam would give you the shirt off his back if you’d only asked.

“I know, I’d only expect a gentleman to offer something like that”.

“Hey!” He shot back with a flustered rush to the passenger's side door of his car so he could open it for you and prove that he indeed was a gentleman, of sorts at least.

The sun was setting fast behind the tree line as you drove further from town and deeper into the wooded area surrounding the place you had always called home. It was silent between you and Sam, just some soft jazz music you could hardly make out over the sound of the tires rolling against the asphalt in the background.

The quiet didn’t bother you though. You and Sam had been friends for so long that something as simple as the presence of the other was calming, and little filler talk wasn’t necessary to maintain comfort. Anxiety did bubble in the pit of your stomach though, and you fiddled with the lace trim of your skirt to keep your hands occupied as you stared out the window at the quickly passing landscape.

Halloween was always one of your favorite holidays. Not for the candy, or the gimmicky decorations, or horror fest movie nights, but because for years now you and your friends had attended parties dressed up in group costumes. Coordinating your outfits usually always started the day after for the following year, residual excitement from the night before still fueling ideas for what to do next. This year was different. Jake, Josh, and Danny all had significant others who wanted to do couples costumes for the party tonight, which left only you and Sam to come up with something to wear.

The planning wasn’t as elaborate as the previous years, the both of you internally feeling a little less excited about dressing up without the rest of the group. Ultimately you had agreed on something simple and unlike what you had ever done before, Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.

Of course you thought it would be funny if Sam dressed up as Little Red and you the wolf, him showing up in a skirt and a wig would definitely turn some heads. He quickly shot that down, so instead here you both were, you in your red and white checkered dress paired with the red cape and hand basket, and Sam with his painfully plain jeans, flannel, and fuzzy gray wolf ears situated in his long brown hair.

You broke the silence, turning your head to watch as he tapped his thumbs to the steering wheel like he was the one plucking the bass strings along with the song playing. “What are the others dressing up as?”

“Don’t know” he shrugged, “haven’t really talked to anyone since we made it back home. I kind of get enough of them on the road, want to see other people while I can”. His eyes flickered off the road for a brief moment to look your way, giving you a big warm hearted smile.

It was true, you and Sam had spent nearly his entire time home together, watching movies, talking about life, tour, college, even just going grocery shopping together because it was something mundane and easy, and you enjoyed the company.

Soon your question would be answered, because he flicked on his left turn signal, and waited for the only other car on the road to pass by before turning down a dirt road that led up a hill and to one of your mutual friends' cabin property.

“Ready?” Sam asked as he pulled the key from the ignition and shoved it into his front pocket.

“Yeah…” you trailed off when answering, looking out at the cabin already lit up with orange and purple string lights, the distant glow of the bonfire far in the background.

“Hey, we’re going to have fun tonight right?” Sam, without thinking about the implications of the action, rest his hand on top of your bare thigh just above the knee. “And if you want to leave early just let me know”. You nodded, pulling on a convincing smile before you both made your way along the gravel driveway to the porch.

Sam was the only one who knew about your newfound apprehension towards social situations. Before he and his brothers, and Danny, left to go on tour for their band you hadn’t much thought about how partys or big gatherings made you feel uncomfortable, because every party you went to they were there. Just like these past few days, you and Sam were inseparable growing up. He was your best friend, your partner in crime, and even your confidant the times when you needed it. You leaned on him and his outstanding personality heavily for support, not even realizing that when he was gone that meant you were going to fall flat on your face.

You tried socializing alone when you joined college. There was a party practically every weekend anyways, perfect opportunities to work on making new friends, but you learned quickly that no one caught your interest like Sam did. Eventually you gave up all together because the more you tried to replace Sam, the more you missed him.

“Looks like it’s a full moon tonight” Sam commented, lingering behind as you stepped up onto the porch to stare up at the glowing yellow orb in the sky.

“Perfect night for a party in the woods then” you giggled, reaching out for his hand to drag him inside.

After greeting the few people who were still mingling in the cabin and making some mixed drinks, you and Sam stepped back into the cool air. The sun had gone completely down by now and the wind was starting to pick up, making your skirt and cape blow as you walked towards the rest of the party hanging around the fire.

“Hey!” Danny spotted you first, easily waving you over as he stood a good head taller than everyone else around him.

You gave Danny a tight hug first, not even realizing how much you had missed him too until he had his arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders. “How have you been? I feel like we haven’t talked in forever!”

“I know, someone likes to keep you all to himself” Danny shot Sam a look to which he received an eye roll in return. “By the way, this is Caroline”.

You knew Danny had met someone recently, because Sam had told you, so you were excited to see who the lucky girl was. “Hi, how are you liking Frankenmuth?” You turned to the girl next to him, finding it so much easier to make conversation with someone new when you were surrounded by your long-time friends.

The two of you talked for a while, and Sam left with Danny to go back to the cabin and get Caroline a new drink. When they returned Jake and Josh were also in tow with their significant others. Everyone was dressed in their own pair of costumes, you and Sam included, which made you feel a bit awkward considering you were the only ones not dating.

“You look so good!” Jake’s girlfriend commented, giving you a tight hug next.

“Sam, you could have tried a little harder” Jake mentioned, reaching up to flick one of his stuffed ears, but Sam dodged him just in time, spilling his drink on his hand a little in the motion.

“I think they’re cute” his girlfriend nudged him in the side to knock it off. “Their costumes make more sense than ours do”.

“Wait let me guess!” You turned back to Danny and Caroline first, their matching black cloaks and the obvious wands sticking out of his pocket. “Ok you guys are students from Hogwarts”.

Next you took in Josh and his partner for the first time since they joined you, giving them a wave in the meantime. Their costumes were also very easy to recognize, Josh wearing an all white ensemble with a feather boa and gemstone rimmed glasses, and his partner in a white undershirt tucked into jeans with a studded black belt. “Alright, Elton John and Freddie Mercury”.

Finally you looked over Jake and his girlfriend again. He was wearing brown pants, a white button up he had characteristically nearly completely unbuttoned with a black bandanna tied around his neck, and a brown pistol holster strapped around his shoulders. His girlfriend was wearing a matching brown skirt, white button up as well with a black scarf knotted in front of her chest, and in place of her usual glasses were a more old fashioned pair with round lenses. “Umm, tomb raider?” You guessed, chuckling because you knew it had to be wrong but for some reason that was the only thing popping into your head.

“See!” She grumbled, pushing his chest a little to say I told you so.

“Tomb raider?!” Jake exasperated, “more like the rousing, suspenseful, and horrifying 1999 epic The Mummy”.

“Don’t think I’ve seen it” you deadpanned, making Jake’s jaw drop even further as he looked over at Sam in disbelief.

“Alright Mr. O’Connell give her a break; she was more sheltered as a kid than we were”. Sam asked Jake to back off, even though he did think their costumes were pretty cool.

“What have you guys been up to? We missed you at the barbecue the other day” Jake’s girlfriend questioned you and Sam next.

You placed the plastic cup containing the alcoholic beverage that was sure to make your head feel light and fuzzy in no time against your lip to hide the blush creeping up on your face. There was no reason for you to feel embarrassed about missing the little afternoon get together at the Kiszka house the other day. It wasn’t like you and Sam had done anything to be ashamed of, just randomly decided to ditch it in favor of a mini road trip to the next town over to go to that diner neither of you had been to in years.

That drive was completely different than the one this evening. The music had been cranked loud and your sides were hurting from laughing so hard as you watched Sam singalong from the driver's seat, nearly running the car off the road more than once because he ‘wasn’t used to driving himself around’. You remembered thinking about what it would be like to constantly be on the road with Sam. To see all the amazingly beautiful places he saw, picturing him pretending to be your educated tour guide as you explored new cities neither of you had ever visited before, making up stories as you went just to see you smile. That was one thing you could always count on when being around Sam, that he could make you smile.

“I wasn’t feeling well so she let me take a nap at her place” Sam lied for you, making you glance over at him in confusion. It wasn’t often you heard Sam lie, in fact you were convinced he was terrible at it because every time he did try to lie to you, you immediately called him out on it. No one seemed to question it though, so you decided to save yours for later.

A while passed as you all caught up, and you made a mental note to yourself to convince Sam to hang out some more before everyone left again. Even if you had been a little weary while getting ready to come out tonight, you were quickly realizing now that you’d had nothing to worry about, and that all though you missed Sam quite a lot you had missed everyone else too. Sam offered to get more drinks, and he had been in the cabin for a minute now so he was sure to be coming back any time soon.

“So, who’s idea was it to dress as Little Red Riding Hood?” Caroline asked you. “That’s a cute couples costume”.

Everyone else in the group shared the same look as you shifted your weight before thinking of how to answer that without making her feel out of place for not knowing the dynamic. “Oh, umm, it’s not really a couples costume”. You stared down at your now empty cup, swirling around the tiny droplets that still clung to the bottom rim.

She didn’t get the hint though. “Really? I mean I know the wolf was a bad guy but Sam seems really nice-”

“No like I mean it’s not a couples costume because we’re not a couple”. You cut her off, trying to not be too irritated about having to spell it out.

When you looked back up, Danny was staring at something behind you, so you turned to see that Sam had been there the whole time listening to everything you said. He had a downturned look to his face as he handed you the new cup and took the old one in return. Then silently he turned on his heels and marched back inside.

“Hey! Sam, wait up!” You called after him, rushing to follow him back into the cabin to see what was the matter.

He didn’t stop until he was back in the kitchen, and he not so subtly threw your empty cup into the trashcan before turning to try and push past you. Something was wrong.

“Are you alright?” You placed a hand against the front of his shoulder to stop him. “Did I say something?”

Sam huffed, leaning back against some cabinets since you wouldn’t let him go, and crossed his arms over his chest in a pout.

“Talk to me Sam” you pleaded with him. He was always like this when he was irritated, he would close himself off and avoid you like you were supposed to just magically know what was wrong, but you weren’t a mind reader, and you weren’t his girlfriend, so you didn’t have to put up with this.

“Fine, if you’re going to act like that I’m going back outside”. You went to follow through with your threat, but just as you turned around he caught your wrist and pulled you back.

“What if it was a couple costume? What if…” he chewed on a bit of skin flaking on his bottom lip as he debated really putting this out there. “What if we could be?”

“What are you talking about?” You tried to pretend like you didn’t know what he was suggesting, but he raised his brows in a way that meant he knew you were just playing clueless. “But we’re friends Sam, best friends”.

“And? Daniel and I are best friends too, but I don’t feel the same way about him as I do you”. He squeezed the hand he held onto a little tighter, trying to get you to believe him and understand. You wanted to pull away, your heartbeat was racing and you were sure he could feel it with his thumb wrapped around your pulse point.

“Everyone practically thinks you’re dating too” you huffed, shaking your head in disbelief at what was coming out of your mouth, but it was spilling out nonetheless. “I’ve half a mind to think he brought that girl along just to try and convince everyone that he’s not in love with you”.

Sam did drop your hand at that and stared down at you in disappointment for even insinuating such a thing. “You know he wouldn’t do something like that. He really likes her, and after coming home, seeing everyone again, spending so much time with you, it’s becoming clear to me how much I really like you”.

With your hand freed you took a hesitant step back, trying to give yourself some room to think. It would be a lie for you to say you had never considered the possibility of something more with Sam. How could you not? He was the most amazing person you had ever met and you were set on the fact that no one would ever come close to understanding you like he did.

The problem was you knew if you took that leap of faith there would be no coming back from that. Agreeing to date Sam would be like taking a dive off a high bridge, not knowing if the line that held you safe would be able to handle the jump, and if it snapped everything would be gone in the blink of an eye.

“I like you too Sam, a lot, but I can’t” your eyes avoided his, like you were physically incapable of watching his reaction as you tried to let him down. “Maybe at some point we could have tried, but now I don’t think it will work. Our lives have grown too different, I’m just barely starting my second year of college and all the while you’re off traveling the world playing shows to fans who adore all of you. I can’t even begin to compete with them”.

“There’s no competition” Sam argued, his tone growing louder and more desperate to the point people who had come into the kitchen not knowing what was going on were starting to clear out and give the two of you some privacy. “I don’t look at it that way. I don’t think I can. Not when the only thing I’ve been able to think about since I left was you”.

There was something you could sympathize with, because for all you knew you had him beat there. Sam was on your mind more often than you wanted, and you had tried and failed to distract yourself with other things to keep your heart from longing.

Although his confession should have made your heart feel whole, it started to crack in half at the idea of having to long for him even more. “I can’t” you repeated, no other excuse, just heartbroken denial.

“I- I understand” Sam replied defeatedly with a slump of his shoulders. He wanted to argue more, wanted to fight harder because he knew now after all the time apart that no one would ever make him feel even a fraction of the way he felt about you. The turmoil he could see behind your eyes scared him though, made him second guess every small little moment between you two that he had read into hoping that it meant you felt the same way.

The way you immediately lit up the moment he laid eyes on you upon returning home. He had been so nervous that you wouldn’t be as excited to see him again as he was you, that the many months away had made you more strangers than best friends, but it didn’t.

The way you agreed with anything he suggested, having grown accustomed to the picky little fights he and his brothers couldn’t help but get into while cooped up on a bus together for days on end. The way you let him rest his head in your lap. Your fingers automatically moving into his hair to scratch lightly against his scalp until he was falling asleep.

Maybe, it had all meant nothing.

“Everything alright?” Danny asked when you returned solo, having parted ways to rejoin the others when Sam said he needed a minute alone.

“I’ll be fine” you could feel your tongue thick in your mouth with the lie, and you took a long drink out of your cup hoping the alcohol would help numb the pain.

“Where’s Sam?” Jake asked, his intuition getting the best of him when he didn’t see the youngest had returned with you.

“He went somewhere that way” you answered with a point of your finger. Jake squinted in the dark, hoping that you were pointing to the random shed in the yard, but knowing better that you were actually referring to the thick of trees surrounding the property.

“He wandered off into the woods alone?” Jake sighed, already moving to hand his beer off so he could go hunt him down.

“I’ll go” Danny stepped forward. He and Jake exchanged some silent looks before Jake ultimately nodded in agreement.

“You know, Sam missed home the most” Jake mentioned in a lower voice so that it would just be the two of you talking. “I thought, with his spirit, he would just go and never look back. That wasn’t the case”.

“Wonder why?” You replied like you didn’t already know now that you probably played a big role in that, and took another drink.

“I know it's going to be hard for you when we have to leave again, but just know, it’s hard for all of us. Sam, he hides it from you how guarded he is because he wants you to think that he’s having the best time ever so that you won’t worry about us”. As Jake explained this to you your heart started pumping loudly in your ears again. You thought back on all the calls and FaceTimes you’d had, he was always smiling when he saw you even if you could tell that they were actually pretty busy or having a rough day. Had he really put on a face just so that you couldn’t see what was really going on behind the scenes? You wondered if that made you a true friend then, if he couldn’t even let you in on when he was feeling run down or unhappy.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before the words were formed a loud yell came from behind.

“Help!”

You'd recognize the voice anywhere, it was Danny calling for someone, and by the sound of it he was panicked. Without even turning around yet you watched as Jake’s face fell into pure terror and your heart sank.

Sam. Danny went into the woods after Sam.

Quickly you dropped your cup and took off towards the direction you had pointed them in, seeing Sam slumped over in Danny’s arms as he helped him over. He was practically dragging him when he reached the cabin, one of his arms around Sam’s waist with one of Sam’s arms around his shoulders.

“He’s breathing” Danny informed you when you got to them, placing your body up against the other side of your friend to help carry some of his weight. In doing so you felt something warm trickle onto your dress, and when you looked over you saw that the entire left side of Sam was covered in blood coming from three large gashes in his neck.

“Oh my god! What happened!” You shrieked and Sam’s brothers came running over to see what was happening as well.

“I don’t know” Danny gasped, “a bear maybe?”

“Bear?!” You repeated in shock, “fuck we need to get him to a hospital, now!”

“I’m calling for an ambulance” Jake jumped in, his phone already pressed to his ear.

In all the commotion you tried to get a response from Sam to see what had happened, see if he could even speak with the tears on his skin in such a delicate place and the blood still seeping out. “Sam! Sam stay with me please!” He was drifting in and out of consciousness, looking pale from the blood loss. You yanked at the tie on your cape and pulled it off, placing the bunched up fabric against his wound to try and stop some of the bleeding.

“You’re going to be okay Sammy, we got you. We’re all right here. Help is on the way”.

Sam’s eyes came into focus for a brief moment, searching around in the distance for the sound of the voice that has brought him back to until they zeroed in on you standing right in front of him. Despite his current situation his lip curled into a slight smile, and you felt under the quickly dampening cloak against his neck that he was trying to say something. You pulled closer, trying to make it easier for him to whisper to you, but his brows furrowed tightly and his eyes rolled shut again.

When you finally got the chance to see Sam again he was laying in a hospital bed, the IV in his hand hooked up to a drip of antibiotics to prevent any infection. There were more wires coming from his chest underneath the hospital gown and connected to a heart monitor that beeped at a slow steady pace in the otherwise hauntingly quiet room. A large bandage was affixed to nearly the entirety of his neck, you’d heard he needed stitches and that it was a miracle his jugular veins were still intact.

“Oh Sam”. Your eyes welled up with tears at the sight of him laying there unconscious. Collapsing on the chair next to him you reached under the thin hospital blanket to find his hand and wrapped it in yours. “I’m so sorry, so sorry I said what I did”.

The tears were streaming down your face now, and you turned to wipe them away on your shoulder, trying to gather yourself so you could keep talking to him, hoping he could somehow hear you.

“I do like you Sam. I think I kind of love you actually. I want to be with you”.

You waited for a response, some silly part of your brain wishing for a miracle, that your reciprocation of his feeling would be enough to wake him up and everything would be alright. But he didn’t move a muscle, and you knew he needed the rest, so you leaned over and placed your head against the edge of the bed, staring up at him until your eyes too fell heavy and you drifted into a light restless sleep.

“Hey” you heard a voice gently call you back awake and your shoulder shake. Opening your eyes you saw that you hadn’t shifted an inch in your sleep, still holding Sam’s hand in your own. Sam was still asleep too, but the color had returned to his face and the heart monitor was still sounding off in the background.

“Your parents are here to take you home” Jake informed you, watching as panic started to surface at the thought of leaving Sam here alone. “I’m going to sit with him for a while. Go take a shower and eat something. I’ll call you if anything happens”.

Even if you wanted to stay with him, you knew that you should be thankful they even let you be in here with him for this long. Jake was his brother, and the rest of his family was no doubt waiting in another room, and you were just his friend. A level of relationship you regret at this moment.

“Ok” you spoke hoarsely, pulling yourself up from the chair and feeling your body ache from the awkward position you had fallen asleep in. “You’ll call me?”

Jake nodded, waiting patiently for you to give Sam one last wistful look before leaning over, careful not to disturb his bandaging, and pressed your lips to his.

When you got home your parents had made breakfast, but you pushed most of it around on your plate, eating just enough to soak up the leftover alcohol from last night and excused yourself to shower. Blood had dried onto your costume, staining the already red fabric a darker, rusty color. It wouldn’t even be worth it to try and get it out, so you threw the piece away before climbing into the hot stream.

It felt good to clean your face, scrubbing your tear ruined makeup free, then your hair, and the rest of your body monotonously without any thought. You couldn’t think right now, because if you did you would just cry some more. When your head hit the pillow you were out again, not even having realized how exhausted you were until it was time to give up.

It wasn’t clear to you how many hours had passed when your phone started to ring. You shot out of bed, grabbing the little rectangle you somehow managed to plug in on your night stand just before passing out, and answering it without even checking to see who was calling.

“He’s awake” Jake spoke as soon as you answered. “And he’s been asking for you”.

“I’m on my way”.

Flying out of bed you pulled some jeans on, not even bothering to change from the random t-shirt plucked from our closet you had slept in. Your heart was pounding. He was physically alright, you knew that when you left the hospital early this morning, but last you truly spoke to Sam emotionally he was going through it. Did he really want to see you? Or was Jake just saying that to make you feel better?

Jake, Josh, and Danny were all crowding Sam’s room when you arrived, but they cleared out one by one and shut the door behind them to give the two of you some time alone. Sam was sitting up in his bed now, a small rolling table with half eaten food sitting next to him, and he was drinking water from a straw in a salmon colored cup.

“There you are” he smiled brightly as soon as you tentatively sat down. His voice was quieter than normal, more weak and strained, but other than that he seemed his usual self.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, unable to keep your eyes from constantly flicking down at the fresh set of bandages on his neck.

“Fine actually” he smiled again, “when I woke up the doctor had to take the stitches out because they were bothering me, but he said it was fine because I was already starting to heal. Actually he said I had the best recovery time from someone with this injury he had ever seen”.

Sam seemed proud of himself, but you worried if he was doing the thing Jake had mentioned and saying that just so you wouldn’t concern yourself too much with it.

“What about you?” Sam asked in return, “Jake said you were here all night. Did you go home and get some rest?”

“Me?” You peeped, clenching your hands into fists in your lap. “Why are you worried about me? You should be furious with me”.

“What?” Sam’s brows turned up in confusion and he set his cup down onto the table. “Why would I be mad at you?” You shared a weary look, both recounting the conversation last night that had led Sam to go into those woods alone.

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault” your eyes prickled again, but you fought back the tears, staring up at the bright hospital lights on the ceiling to dry them back out.

“Woah, wait” Sam reached for your hands, and you stood up quickly to get closer to the side of his bed so he wouldn’t have to move too much. He reached over and tucked a piece of your bed dried hair behind your ear, smiling again. “It’s not your fault. I was being an idiot… I am an idiot”.

“No Sam, if anyone here is an idiot it’s me” you shook your head, “for trying to make you believe that I didn’t want to be with you”.

“So?” Hope started to fill his voice again, making him sound more like himself than before, “are you saying you changed your mind then?”

You chuckled softly, his unexpectedly cheerful attitude catching you off guard, but it was still a huge relief. “Don’t think my mind ever needed changing, I just needed to accept it”.

“Well, this is great news!” Sam beamed, “glad all it took was me being sent to the hospital for us to work it out”.

“Shut up” a single tear did make its way down your cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb before you placed your hand on his and held it against your face.

“Make me” he muttered, his eyes flicking down to your lips, and you did. You leaned over and connected your mouths in a real kiss.

Kissing Sam was different than you thought it would be. You thought it would be at least a little bit awkward considering you had known him since he was just a messy little kid that occasionally ate leaves to make you laugh. This kiss felt more like your first kiss, the one you wait for your entire life, only ten times better, because it was your first kiss with Sam.

When you parted your lips, and he slipped his tongue inside, you reached forward and cupped his face in your palms. You turned his head to the side and kissed him harder, some spark having ignited in you the moment you finally accepted that you did. You did love him.

“Oww, ow careful there tiger” Sam pulled back, checking the tape on his bandages with a breathless laugh.

“Oh god, I’m sorry” you quickly apologized and took a step backward, but Sam quickly wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to sit down on the bed next to him.

“Never apologize for kissing me again, just maybe a little gentler for now”.

“Okay” you giggled, placing the softest kiss to his cheek to which he rolled his eyes and leaned in again.

It had been nearly a week since you and Sam made it official, and you had taken every minute of every day to try and make yourself believe that this was all real, that he was your bonafide boyfriend now.

In regards to the heated first kiss, you had decided to take things slow…

Slow worked, because the moment Sam was discharged from the hospital you had dedicated yourself to taking care of him. That was the least you could do considering part of you still felt guilty about Sam getting hurt that night in the first place.

That didn’t mean that the two of you didn’t get carried away from time to time though. Like now, you were in Sam’s bedroom, tops on the floor, and you were sitting in his lap as you attacked his lips with your own.

“You’re so fucking hot” Sam groaned as his hands fondled your chest over your simple little bra, leaning over to kiss the tops of your breasts that spilled over the cups.

“You are too” you smiled, running your fingertips over his chest. “Like really hot actually. Are you okay?” You moved your hand to his forehead, testing if he had a fever.

“I’m fine” he laughed, grabbing your hand and putting it back on his chest. “Better than ever actually”.

“Yeah?” You smiled again, pushing your concern aside in place for something more intimate. Sam’s hand remained over yours on his chest but you looked down at them, then lower, to the obvious bulge in his pants. Sam followed your line of sight before the both of you made eye contact again. He wrapped his fingers around yours and slid your hand down his stomach, holding your eyes in his as they came to rest over his groin.

“Baby” he rasped as you eagerly palmed him over the material “I-”.

“I know” you whispered, moving to unbutton his pants so you could get your hand closer to him. He was so hot and hard, it was turning you on to the point you felt like you were going to throw all inhibitions out the window. Fuck going slow, fuck being easy, you wanted him.

Your lips crashed back together, and you could feel the heat from his body seeping into your own, supercharging your nerves until your extremities buzzed with excitement.

“Sammy!” Josh’s voice came with a light knock on the other side of the door.

“Mmm, what!” Sam exasperated, annoyed that he was getting interrupted with your hand literally in his pants right now.

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. I’m just here to tell you dinner is ready”.

“Fuck din-”

You cut him off with your hand clamped around his mouth and a giggle. “Shhhh, come on they’re waiting on us”. With a disagreeable sigh Sam let you crawl out of his lap and you both redressed to head downstairs.

“Sammy” you whispered when you were finally back up in his bedroom, tucked against his side as he started to drift off to sleep.

“Hmm?” You felt the sound of his voice vibrating through his chest against your cheek.

“Tomorrow night is Halloween, and I know the last party we went to kind of ended badly, but I was wondering…” your voice trailed off. Somehow even after getting so close earlier, you were still nervous to be asking this.

“What? Do you want to get away from everybody? Spend some alone time together?” Sam finished your sentence for you with heavy insinuation in his tone, and it was exactly what you were going to say.

“Yes, I do” you buried your face into his chest, already feeling the way your core throbbed at the thought of finally having him.

“What if I said I already thought of that?” He asked, making you peek back upwards at him. He was staring affectionately back at you as his palm ran up and down your back. His irises were a shot of deep espresso surrounded by milky white, a sight you wanted to drink in forever.

“I’d say I might be in love with you then” you confessed, though it didn’t feel like a big deal. You'd loved Sam for a long time, you could just say it out loud now.

Now that it was bright outside with the late afternoon sun beaming through the windows of Sam’s car as you drove down the highway, you didn’t even realize that the landscape of trees outside looked familiar until he was turning down that same dirt road he had the night of the costume party a week ago.

“Why are we here?” You questioned, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, flashes of that night invading your mind and making your blood pressure sky rocket.

“I thought it would be nice to come back here now that it’s just us. I don’t want your memory of this place to be bad forever” he explained, feeling sorry for not mentioning it to you first, but he didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

“Whose cabin is this anyways?”

“It belongs to Jake’s girlfriend’s grandparents, but they don’t get around much anymore so they’ve kind of let us take it over. We came here to write some music at one point. I really love it here”.

“Well,” you looked out the window, watching the rather large wooden building with the wide porch and large windows that warmed the living areas with lots of natural light come into view at the top of the hill. It was a rather beautiful place, and you did always like being submerged in the outdoors, so you put your hesitation aside and let the excitement for the day's awaited activities seep in again. “I guess it’ll do then” you blushed, thinking about all the filthy things you were about to do in someone else’s space.

Sam grabbed your small duffel bag packed with a few changes of clothes and your toiletries, slinging it over the same shoulder as his backpack, and took your hand in his as he led you up to the front door. “You should’ve seen this place when we first got here. It was covered in dust, and spider webs, I had the worst allergies for like three days after we all cleaned it up”.

“You have the worst allergies anyways” you giggled as he fumbled with getting the brass key out of his pocket so he could unlock the deadbolt. “Here let me help”. You grabbed the key from him and it slid into the lock like butter, the door popping open with the wood having settled years ago.

“So they just let you have the key when you asked to stay here?” You raised your brows in interest when the two of you made it inside and he guided you down the hallway away from the kitchen, which was the only room you really got to see last time, and into a bedroom to put your things away.

“Yeah,” he replied modestly with a pitch in his voice, remembering exactly what had been said when he asked.

“Just don’t break any furniture little brother” Jake teased him with a knowing look in his eye after Sam explained it would just be you and him staying the night.

“I said I wasn’t really feeling giving out candy to kids all night and wanted somewhere quiet to relax”.

“Right,” you stood in the threshold of the doorway, your eyes flicking back and forth from Sam to the small bed with the wooden bedframe just behind him, “relax…”

Sam got your drift, moving to capture you by the waist and pull you further into the bedroom with him. You let out a loud laugh as he tickled your neck with kisses, his hands falling to the swell of your ass and giving it a squeeze. “If it’s relaxing you want I can stay in one of the other bedrooms? There’s like three down that hallway” you teased.

“I don’t fucking think so”. Sam’s demeanor quickly started to shift from his usual playful self to something entirely more starved, more lustful. “You’re staying right here with me, and the second I get you out of these clothes it’s over for you”.

Your thighs pressed together involuntarily and your hands came up to cradle the back of Sam’s head, letting your fingers tangle into his long luscious hair. “What are you waiting for then? Strip”.

There was no asking twice, Sam was already lifting your shirt over your shoulders and throwing it onto the floor before capturing your lips into a frenzied kiss. His hands returned to your back, but instead of traveling downward this time he reached upwards between your shoulder blades to unclasp your bra, the straps falling loose in between where your chests were pressed together.

When you broke the kiss you leaned backwards in his grasp and slipped free of the now useless piece of undergarment, shyly letting him see your bare chest for the first time. His eyes grew wide as he took in your perky breasts, nipples already hardening with the slightly chilly late October air in the cabin, and in one head spinning move he bent down and lifted you up.

Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist for support before you even realized what was happening, and his mouth latched on, sucking and licking needily while he turned and walked the few steps over to the bed. The mattress was softer than you expected when he threw you down, quickly shedding his own layers of button up shirt and heathered T underneath before climbing on with you.

When he approached on all fours you took in the sight of him, hair a tousled mess from your hands, and smooth golden honey skin marked only by the red welts still scratched into the side of his neck.

He had healed remarkably fast over the past week. It was astonishing really how he was already well enough to do this much physical activity, but he said it didn’t bother him at all anymore and that the scar that was forming was actually kind of cool.

“Sam, do you feel alright? You’re warm again” You asked when he came to lay on top of you, his hips grinding against your center in a way that made you ache all over.

“I feel amazing,” he groaned, the obvious proof of his arousal pressing tight against the front of his pants. “I just want you so bad, it’s driving me crazy”.

Your hands roamed all along the slender lines of his back. His skin felt hot to the touch despite the goosebumps that pickled against your exposed stomach, but you brushed it off as the rushing of his blood just underneath the surface. You could feel your blood rushing too, your heart working in overdrive to keep up with the reactions your body had to his touch.

Sam kissed at your breast again, pulling a soft whimpering moan from you as his mouth traveled lower and his nimble fingers worked at unbuttoning your pants. “Need to taste you first, is that okay?”

How someone could possibly say no to that was besides you, but that would be a thought for another time because now all you could think about was how Sam was perched between your legs waiting rather impatiently for your answer.

You fervently agreed, and with that your pants were being pulled down your hips and off your legs in one fast movement. Then again, only slower, your panties were removed as well as Sam watched for any wavering conviction.

When he saw that there was nothing but pure desire behind your eyes, he descended again, positioning himself comfortably with one of your legs wrapped around his shoulder and the other spread against the bed for a full view at just how turned on you were as well.

With the first touch of his tongue against your core you were already arching your back off the mattress, “Sam” falling from your lips in a wonton moan.

Sam groaned at the sound of his name coming from you in that way, and dove in, unable to hold himself back any longer. He ate you out like a lost man stranded on a deserted island finding a puddle of water to quench his undeniable thirst, lapping at your entrance and sucking on your swollen clit until you were writing beneath him.

“Oh my god Sam” you moaned again, reaching down to grab a fist full of his hair to ground yourself as you felt your first climax rushing towards you. He pressed his fingers deeper into the skin of your hip, pulling you down closer so that there was nowhere else for you to go, your involuntarily squirming only grinding yourself harder against his mouth.

One more heavy flick of his tongue and you were seizing, your legs closing around him as your body shook with pleasure. Sam never stopped, it was like he didn’t even need air the way he just swallowed down your release with a satisfied hum, resurfacing with a glistening chin and a smug grin.

“Taste so good baby” he placed one last kiss to your thigh before sitting up and unbuttoning his pants, “got to feel you do that again on my cock”.

All the morality you had left in you was out the door now as you watched him shed his last pieces of clothing, your mouth watering at the way his length sprung free when he pulled his boxers off. You wanted him in your mouth too, wanted to taste him just like he’d done for you, but Sam couldn’t wait any longer to have you.

Reaching behind you, he grabbed one of the many fluffy pillows that adorned the bed and lifted your hips to stuff it underneath them.

“Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll go slower” he leaned forward over your body, coming to rest on one of his elbows as he brushed away a few strands of hair from your face.

“No Sammy this is perfect” you smiled up at him, reaching for his cheek so you could pull him down into a deep kiss.

He kissed you back, returning it with more intensity as his hips began to rock into yours, his tip gliding through your wetness and brushing against your sensitive bundle of nerves until he finally slipped inside. You gasped at the stretch, clawing at his back as he inched all the way in until you were taking every bit he had to offer, and it was a lot.

“Fuck I-” he groaned, his eyes screwed shut in concentration as he tried to reel himself back and not start pounding into you like a wild animal.

You placed a kiss between his brows, encouraging him to relax and let go, and he did. With an exhale, Sam settled against you and started to rock his hips forward, not even pulling out, just nudging as deep as he could go.

“Feels amazing Sammy, please…” you whined, already having adjusted to his size and ready for more.

Grabbing a hold of your hips once more Sam sat up and pulled back, watching as his entire length disappeared into you as he snapped forward again, causing you to cry out in ecstasy. He lost himself in that motion, tirelessly working you both towards your peak with each blow delivered right to your sweet spot with the help of your elevated hips.

“How does this feel so good?” He emphasized each word with another hard thrust, the heavy headboard thumping against the wall in a way that made you grateful you had decided to get away for this, though never expecting your first time together would be this hot.

Passionate? Yes. But this was more than that.

You and Sam physically aligned in a way unsurpassed by any of your previous partners, and by the fucked out look on Sam’s face he certainly felt the same way.

The way you clenched around him made Sam know you were getting close again, he was getting close too, but he wasn’t ready for it to be over yet. Actually he felt like he was only just getting started. So he grabbed one of your legs and tossed it over your lap, twisting you at the waist until you were rolling over onto your stomach. He helped you up by lifting your hips until you were situated on your knees, then he started to pound into you from behind with an unrelentless force that was making you see stars.

“Come here sexy” he reached around between your legs, finding your clit again with the pads of his fingers as he started to rub tight circles across it. All the while you met each thrust with your own rocking back and forth, pressing your ass against him with loud claps of skin against skin, your lovemaking the only sounds resonating through the secluded cabin.

“Don’t stop, I’m almost there” you panted, so out of breath but still enough air in your lungs to beg him to make you cum again. And you did, hard, to the point your vision was blurring and your mouth fell open but nothing could escape the confines of the grip your orgasm had on your mind and body.

“Fuck, that’s it right there”. The feeling of you releasing again toppled him over the edge too, and Sam pulled out just in time to send hot ropes of cum shooting across your backside.

You both stayed still for a few moments, trying to come down from your highs and the residual effects that held your bodies in aftershock, until Sam left the bed and grabbed his t-shirt from the floor to help wipe you down.

He collapsed onto the bed after, gathering you up in his arms and pulling you to his chest. It was sticky with sweat, but you didn’t mind. A shower could always come later, all you wanted right now was to be held by your boyfriend and listen to his heartbeat fluttering wildly.

“You’ve been holding out on me” Sam broke the silence once more with an amazed laugh, his mind still replaying the scene before like footage stuck in a loop.

“Was not” you teased him, running your finger in circles around one of his nipples to see his reaction. He only laughed some more, grabbing your hand in his own and bringing it to his lips for a kiss to your palm.

“Were too” in true Sam fashion he argued back. “To think, we could’ve have been doing that for a whole week now”.

“Not a whole week. You just got out of the hospital and needed rest”.

He squeezed his arm around your shoulders tighter, “No, I think all I needed was you, cause I feel better than ever”. You couldn’t help but glance down, noticing he was still pretty hard despite already cumming once.

“You know Sammy, I did already tell you that I’m on birth control, didn't I?”

Sam thought about it for a moment, and he could recall you mentioning it one time as a kind of off handed comment once you started getting a little more physical in your relationship. “Yeah? Why do you ask?” He cocked a brow, hoping this conversation was going exactly where he wanted it to.

“We’ll because you didn’t…” you trailed off, a bright pink blush surfacing in the apples of your cheeks preventing you from saying it aloud, but Sam knew just what you were trying to say.

“What is it sexy?” He cooed into your ear, sending shivers down your spin as his other hand came down to grip your side. “You wanted me to cum in you? Is that it?”

His voice sounded like raw electric current, shocking its way through your body, waking up every nerve in its path and settling right in your core. “Well, what’s the harm? Should be safe as long as I keep track of everything”.

More than willing to correct his wrong, Sam’s hand hooked underneath your knee and he pulled you on top of him. “What if I want to get you pregnant though?” He pressed, connecting his lips to your neck and making you arch your back.

“Sam-” your voice was caught in your throat when he sucked harder and the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, just begging for you to drop your hips and let him enter you again. “I want that too, but not right now”.

“No. Not now,” he agreed, licking over the mark he left, “but someday. I want that. Want you to have my babies. What do you think? Six? Seven?”

“Sam!” You gasped in disbelief, “that many?”

“As many as you’ll let me give you” he shamelessly admit, moving his nibbling teeth to your shoulder next. “Think we should start practicing now?”

“Think I want you to kiss me again” you answered, bringing your lips to his just as you sank down onto him in one go. He groaned into your mouth, and you bit at his lips, getting him back for all the filthy things he had so easily said that got you all flustered again.

If you thought getting fucked by Sam was great, being in control was even better. With your hands planted firmly on his chest you sat up, getting yourself in just the right position before preparing for the ride of your life.

The slick between your legs made it easy to grind down on him, bringing out low guttural moans from Sam beneath you. “God, are you always this wet?”

“No” you smiled coyly down at him, “this is just for you”.

It didn’t take long for either of you to reach the metaphorical edge again. Though you were breathing heavily and sweat was beginning to glisten your skin, it felt like no work at all to get there. Because it had never been this easy with anyone else before.

Sam’s grip on your thighs tightened, and you felt him throbbing inside just before the flooding of warmth that invaded all your senses and sent you toppling over as well. You kept gliding your hips, begging for every last drop until Sam was a whimpering mess and you were both boarding overstimulation.

When you lifted off, Sam watched with hooded eyes as his release slowly dripped from you. A sight he’d secretly dreamed of in more than one of those late lonely nights alone on the bus as the swaying of the frame against the wheels lulled him to sleep.

“Better?” He teased, taking too much enjoyment from picking on you. You welcomed it though. You and Sam were always head to head when it came to teasing each other and it was comforting to know that in your quickly developing relationship at least that hadn’t changed.

You weren’t willing to back down either, even if Sam had just given you everything you ever could have wanted. “No not yet, I’m starving now”.

With legs that felt like jello, you climbed off him, picking up his thin flannel from the floor and slipping it over your frame. The buttons were crooked, but you didn’t care since you were only bothering with three of them anyways. Just enough to cover your chest and the rest was left hanging open as you found your underwear next.

You left Sam to decide how dressed he wanted to get and you wandered your way through the cabin, taking in the old photos framed on the wall of a family you were unfamiliar with yet felt oddly connected to.

Once you found the kitchen again you noticed that it was still a mess from the party. Apparently after all the commotion of that night no one had the time to come back up here and clean up. You tucked your hair behind your ears and found a large black trash bag from underneath the sink to start collecting things to throw away, emptying out leftover cups in the sink as you went.

Before long, a pair of arms circled around you from behind making you jump in surprise. Sam had never been that quiet before, you could usually hear his bare feet slapping against the floor from a distance, but he’d managed to catch you off guard this time.

“You don’t have to do that. Jake and I were going to clean up tomorrow”.

“I don’t mind” you replied, leaning over your shoulder to peck him on the cheek. “It’s the least I can do for them letting us borrow the place for the night”.

“Well, while you do that I’ll see what I can find for us to snack on”. Sam moved over to the fridge, pulling it open to see it was practically bare besides some beers that hadn’t been claimed at the party, a pitcher of purified water that was nearly empty, and an opened container of Halloween themed cupcakes.

“Hmm, Jake could have mentioned we should stop by the grocery store” he huffed as he pulled the cupcake box out and set it on the island you had cleared off.

“Think we can get pizza delivered?” You chuckled, though you were still eyeing a particular cupcake that looked really good right about now. Setting the half full bag aside, you joined Sam at the other end of the island, knowingly reaching over in a way that he could see down the shirt.

“Maybe…” he trailed off, not even hiding the way he was revenging your body with his eyes, then he leaned back to get a look at your ass peeking out from under the flannel, clad in nothing but your panties. “You’re going to have to hide when I answer the door though. Can’t let anyone else get to see you like this now can I?”

“Hmm,” you pretended to think about it for a moment as you used your pointer finger to gather some of the cold frosting from your cupcake, and popped it into your mouth. “What about you?”

Sam had only pulled his boxers back on, the rest of his body still bare for you to ogle at as much as you wanted now that he was yours. You came around to where he stood, wrapping your arms around him and kissing at his back.

“Sammy?” You pulled away, the flirtatious tone in your voice fading into something more concerned. “Baby think you’re running a fever”.

“Really?” He started to realize you had mentioned more than just a few times how warm he felt to your touch, but he hadn’t noticed himself. There was something different though, and his brows furrowed as he tried to figure out exactly what it was.

“Do you think your wound got infected? Do you ache anywhere” you let your hands brush across his back, a small part of you a little worried about having spiked his fever by having sex.

“No, physically I feel fine, but something else is off. I don’t know, it's like my mind is fogged or something. Maybe I could just use some air”.

Trying not to worry too much you stepped aside and let him make his way out to the back porch, keeping an eye on him through the windows. After deciding he wasn’t about to suddenly drop dead or anything, you turned to look for anything in the kitchen you thought might help.

In the fridge you filled the water purifier back up to the top then moved on to rummaging through the cabinets. Most of them were filled with mix matched plates, mugs, and cooking equipment for camping, but finally in the last cabinet you checked there happened to be a box of camomile tea that had expired a couple of months ago, but you figured it couldn’t do more harm than good.

You microwaved some water in a random mug and set the tea bag inside to let it steep for a few minutes, closing up the cupcake box and putting it back away in the meantime.

Next to the door there was a set of light switches. The sun had nearly disappeared behind the tree line by now so you flicked the first switch on, it was for the living room. Leaving that one on for now you moved to the next. Sam glanced over his shoulder when an overhead light came on outside, and you joined him with his tea.

“Thanks” he smiled and took a sip before turning back around to stare up at the sky some more.

“It’s freezing out here” you shivered, wrapping your arms around your barely clothed body, but you didn’t want to leave him out here alone any longer.

“Come here” he reached his hand out, and you took it, allowing him to pull you in front of him so he could drape his chest against your back. You were immediately enveloped in his warmth, and you leaned back against him with a sigh.

The scenery was quaint but beautiful nonetheless. Behind you the sun cast its last reach of light as it set to the west, and before you the darkness of night crept closer. Birds still flew in the sky above the treetops, and remnants of the bonfire from the party rest in the distance.

Your eyes braved a glance in the direction Sam had disappeared to that night right after your fight. Feeling weary you grabbed his arm and wrapped it tighter around you, hoping the squeeze would keep reminding you that he was right here, safe. “I still can’t believe there was a bear out there. What if it had come out into the yard?”

Sam tensed behind you and you immediately regret bringing it up. Neither of you had talked about the incident since it happened, both a little too preoccupied with starting to date and since he had healed so well it kind of faded away into the background.

“It wasn’t a bear” Sam muttered, just barely loud enough that you could only hear it since you were so close. You turned your head up towards him, confused as this was the first time you were hearing him say anything at all about it. “Wolf,” he continued, his eyes still fixed on the moon hanging above your heads. “It was a wolf”.

“A wolf?!” You exclaimed, unable to sort out in your mind which was worse. How had he been able to survive a wolf attack? And what kind of wolves went around scratching people in the neck?

“I don’t really remember what happened. One second I was walking through the trees, I actually thought you had followed me because I heard something behind me, but when I turned around it must’ve attacked me. I think I blacked out from the trauma, and when I came to I was leaning against Danny and you were crying”.

A pang of guilt shot through you again, and tears threatened to spill at the thought of Sam thinking you had come after him only to get attacked by an animal… You turned around in his hold, cupping his face in your cold hands, gingerly holding his attention. “I’m so sorry I let that happen. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I want to keep you safe, always”.

“Nothing that happened is your fault” Sam quickly eased you even though you were the one supposed to be consoling him. “If anything, I’m glad it happened so that we could come together like this. I feel like something is changing in me, and I’m really glad I have you to lean on”.

Something changing? You hadn’t realized the event had made such an impact on him mentally, but you had to agree you were glad he knew you were here if he needed anything at all. Taking his mug from him, you squat down to place it on the ground out of harm's way, and slowly as you raised back up you planted soft little kisses along his body.

Firstly one on each thigh, then on the lowest bit of his stomach just above the waistband of his boxers. One to his sternum, then a pair for both sides of his clavicle, and lastly as gentle as you possibly could you placed a tender kiss to his scarred neck.

When you were done Sam pulled you into a swift kiss. The feeling of his lips slotting against yours, his warm body pressing you up against the beams of the banister, it was enough to melt away your worries.

Sam lifted you onto the banister next, and you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders so you wouldn’t fall backwards even though you knew he would never allow that to happen. His lips moved to your neck, leaving a new love bite next to the one from earlier, and with what sounded like a low growl he ripped the buttons off his shirt to expose your chest to him.

“Sam!” You gasped, hearing the tiny plastic pieces bounce around somewhere on the porch before ultimately disappearing. “Again?”

“Again” he growled once more, reaching between your bodies to slip his hand into your underwear.

You sighed into the touch. Normally you wouldn’t be ready for another round so soon, but as his fingers found your clit you were already starting to pool with need.

When you whimpered his name again, Sam pulled his boxers down and moved your underwear to the side, just fast enough for him to enter you in one fluid movement. You bit your lip trying to muffle your cries of pleasure, considering you were on the back porch, but Sam wasn’t about to have that.

“There’s no one out here for miles, you can be as loud as you want”.

One of your hands left Sam’s shoulder and you reached up to gather some of his hair at the back of his head into your fist, giving it a hard tug. “Only if you are loud too”.

Sam’s reaction to the hair pull was just as you hoped. He picked up the pace, his actions becoming rushed and sloppy but that didn’t stop the fire from being igniting between you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuck” he did moan loudly, waiting for you to pull again. When you did his hips stuttered and he let out another low growl. “I’m cumming”.

“Me to” you pulled his hair once more but this time to get him closer so you could crash your lips together, your shared climaxes washing over you as the last traces of light disappeared behind the cabin.

“Have you always had that much stamina?” You questioned between bites of the pizza Sam successfully ordered while you were getting cleaned up in the shower. You had met every one of Sam’s girlfriends in the past. Some you liked, some you thought he was absolutely insane for putting up with, and he had met all of your exs as well. Though the two of you never really talked about sex stuff before. Probably for good reason, because if you had known you two were going to be such a good match physically as well, then this likely would have happened a lot sooner.

“I’ve never been a one-pump-chump if that’s what you’re asking” Sam replied as he chewed a large bite.

“Don’t talk with food in your mouth you animal” you poked his still bare chest, though after showering himself he had opted to at least put on some sweats for comfort.

“You asked me a question” he shrugged, tearing off another bite, unbothered.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, finishing your plate and offering to grab him another random beer from the fridge while you were up.

After dinner Sam put a movie on and you sat next to him on the tiny couch in the living room, your legs stretched out over his lap and your head resting on his shoulder. “I’m going to be sad when you have to leave again” you muttered, not having been able to pay attention to the old flick he found on one of the few channels the TV got reception to way out here.

Sam squeezed your waist for comfort, “I know, maybe you can come with us for a while? Take a semester off?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed, “that will only delay my graduation. I don’t want to be in school for any longer than I need to”.

“That’s alright, we will make it work. Everyone else does”.

“Right” you agreed, trying not to pick at your cuticles out of habit. You knew Sam would do anything for you, and you him, but you couldn’t help but feel like the worst of your struggles were not yet behind you.

Sam reached for the remote and clicked off the TV, offering to carry you to bed which you adamantly declined but that only resulted in him chasing you down the hallway in a fit of laughter.

“I know this has all sort of changed rather quickly” Sam mumbled quietly in the dark of the bedroom, both of you holding each other close underneath the quilt.

“Yeah? I don’t think so” you smiled. Really you got where he was coming from, but when it came down to it you knew these feelings had always been there and you and Sam had already been so close before. “I mean, this is kind of new” you let your hand trail down his chest, tickling the light dusting of hair above his groin.

“Mmm, you sure you’re ready to go there again?” Sam cocked a brow as if challenging you to test your luck further.

You retreated your hand, tucking it back against his chest as you turned onto your side. “Maybe in the morning”.

“Morning, right” Sam nodded his head, yeah he could work with that. “What I meant to get at was, I don’t want you to think I’m being ingenuine when I say things. It’s just I think I’ve felt this way for a long time, and now that I can be honest with myself about it I can’t help but need you to know”.

“Know what Sam?” your voice fell into a hush again, feeling the atmosphere shift from friendly banter, to something more intense and sincere.

He turned onto his side as well, wanting to look you directly in the eyes. “I love you”.

You felt your heart thump fiercely in your chest, your love for him having manifested itself there for longer than you could even remember, and you knew there was nothing left for you to do but to simply say it back. “I love you too Sam”.

In the morning you shared leftover pizza, just passing the time by enjoying each other's company. Really enjoying each other's company. It was going to be a miracle if you were able to walk straight by the time you left this cabin.

Shortly after the noon hour, a knock finally came at the door, bringing you and Sam out of yet another heated make out session on the couch as a random record from a forgotten stack you’d found in the closet of one of the other bedrooms spun on the player in the background.

“Jake” Sam nodded when he answered the door after you ducked into the room to find some more appropriate clothing options to put on.

“Sammy” Jake nodded back, a knowing smirk planted across his face as he stepped inside.

“Hey!” You greeted them a little too enthusiastically, trying not to sound like they had interrupted anything at all. They greeted you back and you watched as Jake and his girlfriend filled in, but in tow behind them was someone neither you or Sam recognized.

“Oh, so this is my older brother Theo” Jake’s girlfriend introduced the unknown man.

Sam stepped up first, offering his hand to shake and introduce himself back, then wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “And this is my girlfriend”.

“Stop, please” you groaned dramatically, pushing him away and introducing yourself.

Theo seemed distant during the entire interaction, and you didn’t quite understand why he was here if he hadn’t even met Sam yet. Jake seemed comfortable with him though, and you trusted his opinion of people so you didn’t bother to read into it too much.

“Right, so should we get to cleaning up then?” Jake’s girlfriend suggested, grabbing her boyfriend by the arm and pulling him into the kitchen where she was pleased to see that you had already started to pick up all the trash.

“I’m going to go put a shirt on” Sam informed you, leaving you with a kiss to the top of your head as he left for the bedroom.

Grabbing another trash bag from the kitchen you let Jake and his girlfriend know you’re going to start in the backyard, remembering from yesterday having seen quite a bit of trash still out there.

“Hey, I think you might want to come back in here” Jake held the back door open as he called out to you. He wore a look of uneasiness as you approached the porch, and you abandoned the bag of garbage to see what was the matter.

Once back inside you saw Sam, flustered out of his mind as he tore through drawers and cabinets all while mumbling frantically to himself “where are they?”

“What is it?” You asked, approaching him slowly since he was running around madly.

“Fuck!” He shouted loudly, almost completely ignoring you as he stopped in the middle of the kitchen to think for a second. As if he suddenly remembered something, he ran back down the hallway and into another bedroom, finally returning with a crumpled pack of cigarettes and pushed his way past all the staring eyes to go out onto the back porch.

“What happened?” You turned back to Jake. You had never seen Sam act that way before, so whatever it was that got him so riled up definitely terrified you.

“Don’t know, he was in the bedroom for a while then just came bursting out like a lunatic” Jake replied, wishing himself that you could answer the question for him.

“I’m going to go check on him”. You pulled on a convincing smile, trying to give Jake a bit of peace of mind when in reality you were worried about what you might uncover when you stepped back outside.

Sam was hunched over the banister, a lit cigarette dangling between his fingers, the smoke blowing towards you with the wind. “Baby?” You called out to him in your sweetest most tender voice. He ignored you but he wasn’t acting crazed anymore, you noticed though as he brought the cigarette slowly to his mouth for another drag that his hands were trembling uncontrollably. “Are you alright?”

“I don’t know” Sam finally replied as he blew out the smoke, taking another long pull from the butt before slumping back over.

“Talk to me Sam” you stepped up next to him, attempting to place a comforting hand on his shoulder that he flinched away from. “You’re scaring me”.

“I don’t know if I can say” he looked up at you, his eyes bloodshot like he was about to burst into tears. What could be bothering him so badly that he felt like he couldn’t talk to you about it? “I don’t think you’ll believe me”.

“Don’t you remember what you told me last night? That the things you say are genuine? Well I believed you then, why wouldn’t I believe you now?”

Sam huffed, shaking his head like you just didn’t understand. “That was different. This is…” he trailed off, taking the last drag before pressing the cigarette out against the rotting wood. Suddenly he turned to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “You promise you won’t think I’m crazy?”

You smoothed the back of Sam’s hair with your hand, your other arm coming around to hold him steady. “I mean everyone already thinks that but we still love you” you teased lightly, trying to bring some normality back in the conversation.

He lifted his head and took your hand, guiding you over to a pair of wooden rocking chairs on the other end of the porch. When you both sat down you kept his hand in your own, cradling it there for support as he gathered how to tell you what was wrong.

“It’s umm, Theo” he began and your back straightened out a little. You knew you had gotten a vibe from him when he entered with everyone else, like a dark cloud had followed them, but you never would have expected him and Sam to get into it like this. “He came into the bedroom and told me we needed to talk. It was weird. I knew Jake’s girlfriend had a brother but he was never around so I don’t really know him, but I agreed anyways”.

“Ok?” Your mind was racing with all the possibilities of what they could have talked about, everyone staying at his family’s cabin, maybe money, but nothing would have prepared for what Sam was about to unveil.

“He told me that he was here last week, and when he heard that I was the one who had been attacked that night in the woods, he had to come and warn me”

“What?” If he was at the party then why hadn’t any of you met him then?

Sam’s free hand came up and he timidly touched the scar now adorning his neck, and if you weren’t sure that it was absolutely impossible you could have started to put two and two together yourself. It was impossible though. Just a scary story to keep people out of the woods at night. An urban legend made up to blame the way people acted on the cycles of a big rock in the sky. So you sat quietly and let him continue.

“I didn’t believe him at first, but then he lifted his shirt and on his side I saw he had the same scar as I did. The scar he got three years ago when he was out here fishing alone, something followed him back from the lake, and when he tried to fight it off he got scratched, by a large wolf”.

A wolf… You tried again to imagine how it must’ve happened, but you couldn’t wrap your mind around it entirely. “So what does this all mean Sam? What was he trying to warn you about?”

There was a moment of silence as he gathered the courage to answer, his mouth opened and he pulled in a deep breath of air, but the words couldn’t come out whole. “On the next full moon, I’m- I’m going to… change”.

“Change?” You repeated, trying to finish the sentence for him “into a wolf?”

Sam cringed, pulling his hand away from you and leaning back into the chair. “You think it’s crazy don’t you”.

“I think you’ve both been through something traumatic, and you haven’t really talked with anyone about it…”

“I haven’t talked to anyone because I’ve had this weird nagging feeling like something is wrong since it happened. I thought maybe it was those antibiotics the doctors sent me home with so I stopped taking them”.

“Sam” you gave him a disappointed look, but didn’t have the heart to truly scold him right now. “You could have talked to me, could have told me”.

“I know,” he sighed, “and I should have, but everything was going so well between us. I was so happy, I didn’t want to spoil anything”.

It was hard for you to hear that he had been keeping this from you, especially because you thought you had been doing such a good job at taking care of him. The guilt you felt still had yet to subside though, so you didn’t fault him for not wanting to make it worse. If anything you did blame yourself some more for not noticing something was wrong. Then it hit you, “so every time I touched you, and you were so warm…”. It certainly was crazy to believe him, but for some reason you did, it made sense even if just a little bit and that was enough for you to stand by him.

Sam looked relieved that you somehow seemed to be seriously considering this outlandish tale to be true, but it unnerved him the same. “What am I going to do? What’s going to happen to me? I don’t even know who I can tell… even if my brothers and Danny do believe me too, what about the band? We play shows at night, I can’t very well come out on the stage on all fours”.

These were all valid questions for Sam to have, but honestly you didn’t even know where to begin to find the answers. The only thing you knew was Sam meant the world to you and you needed to make sure he knew you were always going to be there for him. So you gathered your resolve and stood, pulling on a supporting smile. “Let’s start with Jake first, he’s really worried about you. After, we still have three weeks to figure everything out right? Until the next full moon?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded, and he raised to take your hand again allowing you to guide him back into the cabin where surly, he would be received with all the love and acceptance he needed.

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Raavas 2/3 - Clipped Wings and Worries

This one's a bit... fun (Just know every character has reasons for what is said and done in these scenes)

Enjoy! (Hopefully)

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Raavas hissed a breath through his teeth as he swept the sword through the air, spinning the blade into complex parries, bouncing on his toes. He leveled his breaths as he finished and glanced over at his mentor. 

Evellias nodded and Raavas bowed in return. “How did I do?”

"Good. You've been practicing, I see."

"I learned for the best!" The Harpy smirked at the older human. "Speaking of which, where is Aery?”

Evellias scoffed lightheartedly. “Ha! I see how it is!”

“Wanna spar, old man?"

"Only if you're prepared to lose, buddy."

"Nah, I could beat you any day.”

"Only in your dreams!" Evellias grabbed two training swords and offered one to his apprentice.

The harpy took the sword and spun it to point at Evellias' chest. His mentor's blade knocked it to the side. The two circled one another before both lunged simultaneously and a ferocious fight for skill and ego kicked into high gear.

"Well, well, I thought you said you could keep yourselves under control, sir. Why are you fighting our only hope of a peaceful world?"

Raavas startled, and Evellias pressed the wooden weapon to his throat. "Haha. Very funny Aery."

"Careful, the old man is a bit fragile, don’t go too hard on him.”

"Don't make me hit you with this sword." Evellias laughed and lowered the weapon. "Though seriously, keep your attention on the fight. That could get you killed.

"Yes, Dad. Will do." Raavas saluted and tossed the training sword to Aery.

"I'm glad you're respecting your elders, Raav, it's a good trait to have."

Raavas smiled, ruffling his wings as he trotted over to hug him. "Thanks Aery, I've always had an affinity for collecting fossils."

The guard stifled a chuckle.

"I'm going to kick both of you out of my house."

"Did you take your dementia medicine, Dad? Remember who I am still?”

"I'm fifty-nine!"

"Practically petrified." Aery waved a hand.

"Whatever.” Evellias rolled his eyes. “There's no reasoning with you two.”

Raavas snickered and Aery elbowed him in the ribs playfully. 

“Aery, We're glad you finished your mission. And Raavas, I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Dad." 

"You're very welcome. Now I need a moment to speak to Aery alone. Is that alright with you?"

"Yes, Dad. May I go get something to eat?" 

"If you'd like. Just keep in mind what I told you.”

Raavas watched the adults as they glanced at one another, creeping up to the door a minute after it closed, counting the seconds under his breath.

"So, how's he doing? Seems like it’s not too bad.”

Evellias sighed, "Well enough. If he keeps going like this, he could be a good warrior. We just have to make sure we do everything right, and we might avoid another incident.”

"Might isn't good, Vell. We need certainty that he's not going to kill us.”

"Aery."

"Vell. I love him as much as you do. He's just as much my Nephew as he is your son, but you can't deny what he is. I can't deny what he is."

Raavas froze as he finally connected they were talking about him. He wrapped his wings around himself, questions racing through his mind as a tense silence stretched the air.

“He’s dangerous.”

"I... we just need to work harder. Be more careful.”

“We can't keep his wings clipped forever. Eventually, he’s going to start wanting something we can’t give him.”

"Then we find an alternative. He's been fine on bread and fish for now.”

"He's a Harpy, Vell. We can't lay on prayers and expect them to hold us. I love him. I do. But he's not human. He's an animal. A highly intelligent one, but he relies on instinct and senses. We can't trust hope."

Raavas' tension all melted as pure horror, recognition, and grief finally registered at the words. Tears stung in his eyes, but he shook his head. No. Raavas, calm down. Don’t do anything stupid. 

"We need to trust him, Aery.”

"We can trust him to try. We don't know if he can. Face it. We need a plan."

Raavas' clawed hands balled into fists and shook as he leaned heavily against the door, desperately choking back tears and praying.

“Vell, listen to me. We need to protect people. You need to prepare for the fact that one day if something goes wrong, you may be required to kill him.”

A short silence accompanied the revelation before Evellias spoke again, this time too quiet for Raavas to hear.

The harpy strained to hear the conversation, silent tears blurring his vision and a burning dread sinking in his stomach.

A loud sound slammed through the room as if someone had thrown something against the table. “That’s not good enough Vell! You know what…” Aery trailed off, seemingly distraught. 

“We’d need to restrain him.” 

Footsteps accompanied another pause. “Evellias…”

“And if worse comes to worse… We shoot him.”

Raavas stopped altogether and reeled back, stumbling to his feet as he trembled, the words tumbling over and over in his head. He pressed his back against the railing, hyperventilating.

The door creaked open and both warriors froze in their tracks as they noticed the wide-eyed young adult. His panic turned to hysteria as he noticed them, terrified laughter shaking his whole body. “D-Dad?”

“Raavas! Hold on. What did you hear? We didn’t-” The Harpy flinched from his mentor’s touch. His eyes met theirs, tears staining his cheeks.

And he fled.

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helping my friend get over their nerves for an upcoming exam on proper techniques when using a speculum on really tight patients... (of course, they'd ask me for help.) we try to keep things as professional as possible, but in a safe and comfortable environment. just the two of us friends, studying together like we always do. they place each of my soft, recently pedicured feet in the makeshift stirrups- making me jump and pull my leg back when they accidentally tickle my foot. we both laugh briefly and move on. they place a bedsheet over my legs for privacy, and awkwardly- yet firmly- reposition my hips low over the table's edge. (which makes me suddenly feels very exposed in front of my friend, but they're so gentle and kind about it.) they put on gloves and, cautiously, almost hesitantly, carefully graze past my thighs and softly pull at my outer labia. letting everything bounce back into place as they inspect different parts of my vulva. my breathing has already changed, but i try to keep calm. they ask if it's ok to begin checking me internally, and i nod affirmatively. they get some lube on one hand and use the other to place on my lower tummy, sliding one finger inside my hole- and for a moment, i swear they had held their breath... they lubricate my opening and slide another finger in, nearly filling my small, tight cunt. i try to focus on staying calm, breathing, meditating, but i notice a slight, subtle, side smile as my friend slides their fingers in and out of my hole- occasionally pressing down on my tummy. they remove their fingers and begin cleaning up... confused, i reassure them it's ok to continue (somewhat missing the feeling of them inside me). they've wiped some of the lube off my vulva and removed their gloves already, placing each hand on my hips as they casually hover over me, asking, "are you sure?" saying i looked a little nervous, their eyes glancing over me as they lean back. i didn't mean to, but i felt my cunt twitch hard with an ache to be touched again, right when they glanced down. (i hoped they hadn't noticed, and kinda wish they did!) they looked off to the side, over study materials, and sat back down in front of me. their hands running over my thighs, hips, and holding at my waist as i watch the top of their head lower under the sheets still covering me. suddenly, i feel their breath on my vulva- quickly followed by their incredibly warm and soft lips, slowly, planting a big kiss on my clit!! (omg. i was so shocked, there's no way i could've stopped my cunt from immediately throbbing hard and clenching in need for more... i've never felt more embarrassed and vulnerable in my life!) i just heard them laugh, holding my thighs firmly in place like a big hug, and then felt their slimy, hot tongue widely licking over my entire vulva. 😵‍💫

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[temyteabag]

The Smiling Critters are small, colorful, anthropomorphic animals, each appearing as a plush toy with a zipper on the front chest, large gaping smiles, and black eyes with white pupils. Each toy has a unique pendant representing the core aspect of each of their personalities.

In addition to this, each Smiling Critter comes with the ability to emit their own unique scent via a hole in their mouths by pulling on their tails, all of which are traditionally used to aid with sleep or relaxation, being based on a specific type of fruit, herb or flower.

Picky Piggy - SCENT: Citrus - What's more important than play and learning? PickyPiggy knows the answer. A playful body and keen mind are fueled by what's put into them, which is why she encourages her friends to eat a well-balanced diet. Secretly, PB&J's are her favorite food.

Bobby BearHug - SCENT: Rose - A kind, caring soul, Bobby BearHug shows compassion for everyone, and for everything. People and places and things, large or small, are all receivers of her love. Each is enriched by this attention and affection, and in turn, so is she.

DogDay - SCENT: Vanilla - This is DogDay, the sunny, strong, and determined leader of our critters! Each trusts him to find the bright side in any situation, and to have a friendly word of encouragement should they feel down. He'll always keep his friends going, no matter what.

Kickin Chicken - SCENT: Ylang-ylang - This is KickinChicken, the cool kid of the crew, and he maintains that sense of cool through anything, even in the most tense of situations. Knock him down, and he'll pick himself up, brush himself off, and ask: "What's next?"

Hoppy Hopscotch - SCENT: Peppermint - Unafraid to hop where others might sit, Hoppy is the friend everyone needs to maintain their energy and enthusiasm. While sometimes loud or impatient, she'll always hop besides her friends, even if it means slowing up once in a while to keep their pace.

Crafty Corn - SCENT: Jasmine - A conscious observer of both color and creativity in the world. CraftyCorn understands the importance of art, and sharing it with others. Crayons, pencils, paint, or words on the page, CraftyCorn can see beauty in anything imagined given shape.

Bubba Bubbaphant - SCENT: Lemongrass - Bubba Bubbaphant is the brains of the critters. Bright and attentive, he keeps his friends steady and always steers them to make smart choices, that way they all might grow up to be bright and brilliant, each in their own right.

CatNap - SCENT: Lavander - CatNap is a calming presence for the critters and ensures he and his friends always have the right amount of sleep to jumpstart the morning's play! End of the day, there's nothing CatNap enjoys more than watching his friends sleep soundly.

Well hello there!, been a while hasn't it? Anyway, happy fathers day!!

I'm on the last week of exams, just two more and I'm done, hurray! I bring you the smiling critters, I like the story of the critters and Poppy Playtime, it's funny, and it can be shady if one wish to see ir like that. Curios thing, my favorite of the bunch is CatNap yet I think the best of the drawing os CraftyCorn.

In another note, have you seen the new Inky Mistery chapter?! 'cause boy was it really something! I loved it!! Go & check it out if ya have the time.

See ya all, hopefully we'll see each other soon!

P.D. all the info here came from the Poppy Playtime wiki, link below:

[starsomens]

hi ✨ i know that usually you’re the one that gets the prompts and writes on them but can i just give my two cents on the recent events regarding noah’s behavior on tour because there’s literally no one i can discuss this with, so naturally i need to share and i feel like this here is a safe and fun space to do that.

i know how everyone has this image of what noah’s like in a relationship or in bed or whatever and that’s okay, we can all imagine and that’s what i’m here do to today, but you CANNOT tell me this man is not fucked, foul and twisted because

1. breathing into the mic AUDIBLY right after the “the way you fuck, the way you taste” lyric is nothing close to innocent and i am pretty sure he knows what he’s doing

2. spitting in the air after “so i can look you in the eye when i spit in your face” NUMEROUS times. i’m just gonna say that he knows. spitting is spicy and he knows.

3. that devilish grin he gave right before the growl in dethrone in Austin. uhm. yeah, sadistic, sick and twisted.

also this man feeds off of dark shit. he has said it himself a couple of times. when it comes down to anime, he loves watching the really dark stuff. we know he works on the aesthetics of the band a lot and the primary colors are black, red and grey. the visuals are dark. carrying an axe around a dark hallway? wearing a ski mask for fun? and all black outfits all the time? man loves horror movies as well. im positive he’d be down to chase you down an alley wearing a mask and carrying a knife, ghostface style.

also keeping his composure and having a really cool aura and being quiet while also sounding firm and diplomatic. SCREAMS dom. but like a pleasure dom cause we know he’s the clitmaster3000.

oh yeah, i’m not even gonna mention the fact that he lowered his voice when he said “good. GOOD JOB” when he asked the crowd to make a line for the mosh pit. mans got a praise and degradation kink and no one can tell me otherwise. he loves control and he loves exercising it in all ways possible.

okay, thanks. sorry if that was too much but i can’t stop thinking about it and it makes SO MUCH sense in my head and i need to know if somebody else is gonna agree with me. bye 🦦

I am gonna make you 🦦anon

MAAM OR SIR I AGREE THANK YOU FOR YOUR 2 CENTS YOUR DONATION IS APPRECIATED

But honestly this is what I’m saying HE KNOWS! MAN KNOWS WHAT HES DOING! Because I’ve had some people here say that they know about the fan fic, so he BEEN KNOW what makes us tic! I mean look at the video of him leaning over the crowd (not knowing exactly what he was doing) BUT HE KNOWS THE EFFECT! H knows what we’re into and what makes us go wild! IM TELLING YOU. But I’m telling you it’s kinda scary how DOMINANT he can be but also like super super super calm and collected about it. He gets his fill of power from it but super controlled about it as well and THAT makes it a bit scary but also 🌝

Clitmaster 3000 IM DEAD I LOVE IT! Also you and I must be the same person because I was about to write a small thought on him being a pleasure Dom! HE SCREAMS IT! And I have said before he keeps the mask on during sex 🤠 GIRL WE SHARING THE SAME BRAIN CELL RN CUZ I CAN SEE ALL OF THIS. Hopefully my writing can improve so I can write something that rlly expressed this out if the opportunity comes up.

[seb-reads31]

I'm glad you don't mind! Then, I'll request again! Though please tell me if you're not interested! It's headcanons of Obey Me characters except Lucifer & Belphegor notice GN Reader had a bad day so he went to check on them. They are still sad but they immediately brighten up upon seeing him! How would OM characters cheer them up? Sorry for repeating this similar prompt because I had a bad day and I really love your writing!

Tw's -

Genre - Hurt/Comfort

Type - Head canons

Comments - Of course nonnieee 🥺🥺 I'm sorry you had a bad day, I hope it gets/got better! And I really hope you enjoy these. They're gonna be a bit shorter though, mostly my thoughts on how they would comfort you, hopefully this is okay. I wanna avoid repeating the same thing over and over again.

Bad day?

Mammon

💸 If he saw you crying his instincts would kick in

💸 HA, you thought I was gonna say that he wouldn't know what to do, but you're WRONG

💸 The reason I chose the word "instincts" is because he has 5 younger brothers, he knows what to do when someone is crying and how to cheer them up

💸 10/10, the best comforter ever totally not personally biased

💸 But regardless, he knows how to cheer up different people based on their personality, he had to deal with different kinds and had to learn to adapt to the new ones and their preferences. With you, it'll be a cake walk✨

💸 He's so good at it you'll forget why you were upset in the first place

💸 Eventually after you've calmed down he'll ask you if you wanna talk about why you're upset, if you do then he'll listen and give the best advice he can, if you don't then he'll reassure you that you don't have to tell him if you don't want to then drop the subject altogether to keep your mind off of it

Leviathan

🎮 He's one of the worst at comforting, but he tries his best

🎮 Solid 4/10 in my opinion

🎮 His form of comforting you is grabbing your favorite snacks, and offering to watch your favorite anime together, or playing your favorite game together, or reading your favorite manga together

🎮 He might attempt to ask what was wrong but might not have the courage to do so, but will tell you nonverbally that he's there for you no matter what

🎮 He's more used to being the one comforted rather than having to comfort someone so he's a little awkward, but again, does his best

Satan

🧶 Another one of the better comforters

🧶 7.5/10

🧶 Why I say 7.5 instead of like a 8 or 9 is because his form of comforting would be taking you to a cat cafe (if you're not allergic/like cats, if so then he would take you to a normal cafe) and buy you as many snacks and drinks as you would like, as well as buying a few books you've been wanting to read (if you like reading, if not then you two just talk)

🧶 His knowledge of comforting probably came from his constant reading

🧶 He probably also read some human psychology books out of both boredom and slight interest

Asmodeus

😘 9/10

😘 100% fusses over you like a mom/older sibling

😘 Self care day, your choice if you wanna go to a spa, get a massage, or get a manicure, pedicure, or both if you want he's paying for it all 🤧

😘 There are no if's and's or but's about it, he's paying and you're going to relax and take your mind off of things for a while

😘 I personally feel like he would be the best person to vent to

😘 He gives great advice, great at analyzing, and knows how to read people in any situation possible

😘 You may not think so, but feel free to share your thoughts

😘 If you decide to talk about it he's more than willing to give his thoughts and offers tips or solutions for your problems

😘 Tied in 1st place with Mammon

Beelzebub

🍔 5/10

🍔 Not the best but not the worst

🍔 His form of comfort is either Belphie or food

🍔 So he takes you out to eat somewhere, specifically to your favorite restaurant and orders your favorite food, as well as some dessert

🍔 He's the 2nd best when it comes to listening (1st going to Asmo) but doesn't exactly give the best advice

🍔 He tries his best, and ends up consulting Belphie or Lucifer maybe

🍔 He doesn't exactly know what to do when comforting you but he does his best

Diavolo

👑 He's busy most of the time, and he didn't get much interaction with other people when he was growing up so he isn't the best when it comes to comforting someone

👑 2/10 ;-;

👑 He doesn't know what to do so he summons Barbatos to assist him

👑 And that's assuming that he was even available to begin with 🫤

👑 Let's just say that he was for the sake of the request though

👑 He would be very awkward

👑 Probably resorts to taking a break with you and having a small tea party where you vent to him about your problems

👑 It would be a nice break for him as well so two birds with 1 stone 👍

Barbatos

🍵 7-9/10

🍵 There's a reason for the 7-9 so stay with me 😭

🍵 7 is when he's had a bit of a longer/busier day

🍵 He's already feeling a bit more stressed out or overwhelmed than usual and can't find it in himself to be completely.. understanding

🍵 He will definitely make you two some tea and snacks whenever he has a small break but his advice won't be the absolute best

🍵 There's multiple things running through his mind at the moment so he's a little confuzzled

🍵 On a good day however is when he's at a 9

🍵 He's much more willing to listen and will give you much better advice

🍵 On days where he's at a 9 includes him taking a break from serving Dia and takes you to the gardens to make flower crowns as you vent your frustrations I love flower crowns leave me alone

🍵 I feel like this is what he does in his free time personally (I'll save this for a general Head canon request or if I decide to do it out of boredom)

🍵 He doesn't necessarily like plucking the flowers from the gardens but he knows a spell or 2 to replace them easily, so he doesn't really mind

🍵 He definitely gives you much better advice and even offers to bake something with you to take your mind off of it 🥹

Simeon

😇 Simeon is a literal angel, let's get that out of the way right now

😇 Now, I feel like angels just have this calming aura or something like that around them

😇 And that helps you to relax and feel less stressed

😇 I feel like Simeon is just the best person to go to if you're having a bad day though

😇 He's the most calm out of everyone, and is the 2nd best at comforting

😇 I say 2nd for a reason

😇 And that is because you live with the brothers, they know you the best

😇 Simeon is just an exchange students like you, you don't normally spend a lot of time together

Solomon

🪄 I don't know what to give Solomon

🪄 He would probably be better in the sense that he's a human and understands human emotions a bit better than demons

🪄 He's also very old wise so he would have some good advice as well

🪄 He would probably find your favorite fantasy animal and show you it, like unicorns or dragons, stuff like that

🪄 Or he would show you some fun spells and such that would both be easy and fun to learn

🪄 He's not the best at comforting someone, he leaves that stuff alone but he is good at distracting you from your problems if that's what you really need

Luke

🐶 5/10

🐶 DON'T ATTACK ME JUST LISTEN 😭😭

🐶 Luke is a small child technically, he doesn't fully understand adult emotions or why specific things happen

🐶 He's not the best, and he shouldn't have to be because he is a child

🐶 It doesn't stop him from wanting to cheer you up with pastries he baked with Simeon or Barbatos though

🐶 The precious baby doesn't know what happened today, but is willing to help any way he can 🥺🥺

🐶 It's more than likely just you two baking together with Simeon and/or Barbatos but it's still a fun and helpful activity to do when you're feeling down

Notes - I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭 I got burnt out or something along the way for whatever reason 🧍 But school also started up again so I'm not very tired 🥲 I hope you enjoyed this though!