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No Strings, No Heart
Kinkvember Day 23: Friends with Benefits
ITZY Lia (Choi Jisu) x Male reader
You and Lia had been friends since high school, back when neither of you had any idea what life would have in store. She had been the new girl, fresh from Canada, with a soft-spoken voice and an air of quiet confidence that intrigued everyone, including you. Youâd been assigned seats next to each other in English class, and what started as casual small talk soon grew into a friendship you hadnât expected.
Lia, or Jisu as sheâd been known then, had dreams even back then that set her apart. While most of your classmates were focused on cramming for college entrance exams or deciding what clubs to join, Lia was already chasing something bigger: a career in music. She was always humming under her breath, jotting lyrics in the margins of her notebook, and rushing off to auditions after school.
When she finally became a trainee, it wasnât a surprise, but it did mark the start of a more distant phase in your friendship. She spent most of her time at the company, training long hours, while you finished school and moved on to university.
Despite the distance, you kept in touchâtexts here and there, occasional coffee meetups when she had a rare free day. When she debuted with ITZY, you were one of the first to congratulate her, your heart swelling with pride as you watched her music videos and performances from your tiny apartment.
Even as her life grew more hectic, Lia never let go of your connection. Whenever her schedule allowed, sheâd call you up, sometimes late at night, her voice exhausted but warm as she asked about your day, complaining about the pressures of idol life in the same breath. She was still Jisu to you, your old high school friend, even as the world knew her as Lia.
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It was one of those late-night meetupsâa rainy evening in her cozy Seoul apartmentâthat changed the dynamic between you. Her space smelled of vanilla candles and faintly of jasmine tea, her usual go-to after a long day. You sat awkwardly on her beige couch, holding a mug that was almost too hot, watching her as she lounged on the floor, cross-legged in an oversized sweater and shorts.
âYouâre always so tense,â Lia said suddenly, her voice cutting through the soft patter of rain against the windows. Her damp hair fell in natural waves around her face, framing her features in a way that was almost disarming. This was not the poised, camera-ready idol the world saw. This was the Lia you knewâbarefoot, casual, real.
You chuckled nervously, unsure where she was going with this. âWorkâs been crazy, I guess.â
âThatâs always your excuse,â she teased, setting down her mug with a soft clink. âBut honestly, youâve been like this since high school. Always wound up. Always overthinking.â
âWell, sorry for being consistent,â you shot back, a smile tugging at your lips.
She smiled too, but there was something different in her expressionâsomething calculated yet sincere. âYou know, we could help each other out.â
Your brow furrowed. âHelp each other out⌠how?â
Lia tilted her head, studying you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. âI donât want anything complicated,â she began, her tone careful but confident. âNo drama, no commitments. Just⌠something easy. For both of us.â
The words felt surreal, hanging in the air between you. âWait, are you sayingâŚ?â
âIâm saying,â she interrupted, her voice softer now, âthat weâre both stressed. Both stuck in our own routines. And youâre⌠safe.â
âSafe?â you echoed, unsure whether to feel flattered or insulted.
Lia rolled her eyes, laughing. âYou know what I mean. I trust you. Youâre not going to do anything stupid like fall in love with me. And letâs be honestâyouâve never been great with relationships.â
âWow, thanks,â you muttered, though you couldnât deny the accuracy of her words. Dating had never come easily to you, and Lia knew it better than anyone.
âIâm just saying it makes sense,â she said, her smile softening into something almost reassuring. âWeâve known each other forever. We trust each other. And I need⌠an escape, you know? A way to blow off steam without it becoming a mess.â
You hesitated, turning the idea over in your head. âI donât know, Lia. Stuff like thisâdoesnât it get messy?â
âNot if weâre honest with each other,â she said simply. âWe set boundaries. We stick to them. And if it doesnât work, we stop. No harm, no foul.â
Her words were logical, almost too logical, and the idea of being close to someone you trustedâsomeone who understood you without the usual complicationsâwas more tempting than you wanted to admit.
âI⌠guess,â you said finally, your voice tinged with hesitation. âIf youâre sure about this.â
Liaâs smile widened, a spark of relief and something elseâsatisfaction?âin her eyes. âIâm sure.â
And just like that, the boundaries of your friendship shifted. You told yourself it was perfectâa way to connect without risking anything deeper.
The first few times were⌠great. Better than great. There was an ease to it that neither of you had anticipated, a natural rhythm that made it feel less like a new arrangement and more like something that had always been there, waiting to be discovered. The way your bodies fit together was effortless, as though theyâd been designed for this connection, every touch and movement aligning perfectly. It wasnât just about the physical pleasureâthough that was undeniableâit was the comfort of being close to someone who understood you in a way no one else did.
Lia had a way of melting into your arms, her laughter and sighs carrying a vulnerability that made the moments feel intimate even in their simplicity. You liked similar things, and exploring that together felt easy, seamless. The way her breath hitched against your skin, the way she responded to every touch with a soft moan or a shiver, made it feel less like an arrangement and more like a quiet escape for both of you.
When she reached for you in the stillness of her room, there was no hesitation, no awkwardnessâjust a mutual understanding that you could let go with each other.
It was everything she had promised: no drama, no complications. It was a release, a way to step outside the stress of your individual lives and find solace in each other. You told yourself that this was enough, that it didnât need to mean anything more. And for a while, it didnât.
But then, one night, everything shifted.
The atmosphere in Liaâs room felt thick with the unspoken, a cocoon of warmth and intimacy as the world outside faded away. The soft scent of jasmine and the lingering notes of her perfume were a quiet contrast to the faint tension in her voice as she spoke.
âItâs been⌠such a day,â she said with a sigh, leaning back against the headboard, her oversized sweater slipping from one shoulder. Her fingers idly played with the hem, a distraction as she tried to put her thoughts into words. âI feel like everyone wanted a piece of me today. The schedules, the cameras, the smilesâthey donât stop.â
You nodded, sitting close enough to her that the faintest brush of her knee against yours sent sparks up your spine. âYou donât have to explain. I can see it,â you said softly, meeting her eyes. âYouâre always carrying so much.â
Her lips twitched into a small, tired smile. âSometimes, I wish I could just turn it all off. Just⌠for a little while.â
âYou can, here,â you offered, your voice steady despite the way your heart was racing. âYou donât have to be anything but you.â
Her eyes softened, and she reached out to touch your arm, her fingers grazing your skin. âThatâs why I asked you to come tonight,â she admitted, her voice quieter now, almost fragile. âI need this. I need you.â
The weight of her words hit you with a force you werenât entirely prepared for, but you nodded, leaning in slightly. âIâm here,â you said simply, your hand finding hers and squeezing gently.
The next moments unfolded slowly, deliberately, as if neither of you wanted to rush. Her sweater slipped further, pooling around her elbows as she lifted it over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her body, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, was breathtaking. She looked up at you, her eyes steady but vulnerable, as if daring you to say something, to break the spell.
âYouâre beautiful,â you murmured, the words escaping before you could stop them.
A soft laugh escaped her, and she reached up to brush your cheek. âYouâre such a sap,â she teased, though her voice was warm, her expression soft. âBut I like it.â
You leaned in to kiss her, your lips meeting in a slow, deliberate connection. It started tenderly, a gentle brush of warmth, but quickly deepened, your hands finding her waist, her hips, exploring the curve of her body. She gasped softly against your lips, her hands sliding under your shirt to tug it off, the cool air of the room making your skin prickle as she traced patterns along your chest.
Guiding her back against the bed, you hovered over her, her hair spilling across the pillow in soft waves like a dark halo. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated her features, her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips evidence of the momentâs growing intensity. Her hands found your shoulders, her touch steady but eager as her breath quickened. The feel of her bare skin against yours, the warmth of her body beneath you, sent a rush of heat through you.
Before moving further, you paused, reaching for the small foil packet on the bedside table. Lia watched you, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, her gaze steady yet filled with trust. You slipped the condom on quickly, her hand brushing lightly against your arm in a silent gesture of reassurance.
As you align yourself with her, you paused again, your gaze locking onto hers. âAre you ready?â you asked softly, the weight of your question hanging in the quiet space between you.
Her lips curled into a faint smile, and her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. âAbsolutely, I need this,â she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with unmistakable longing. âI need you.â
The moment of joining was slow, deliberate, her body tensing slightly as you pressed into her. A quiet gasp escaped her lips, her fingers tightening on your shoulders, her nails faintly digging in as she adjusted to the closeness. You paused, giving her time, your heart pounding in sync with hers. Her breaths quickened, each rise and fall of her chest matching the rhythm you were beginning to create. The heat of her skin against yours was all-consuming, grounding and electrifying all at once.
You began to move, slow and measured, each motion deliberate. Her soft moans and quiet gasps filled the air, small sounds that spurred you on, each one sending shivers down your spine. Her hands roamed your back, nails occasionally dragging across your skin, her hips lifting instinctively to meet yours. The connection between you was unspoken but undeniable, a rhythm building that felt less like something physical and more like a quiet surrender.
Her lips parted as she whispered your name, her voice soft and trembling, a plea that made your chest ache. The way she looked up at you took your breath away. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes fluttering open and shut, and the vulnerability in her gaze made you falter for a moment. Youâd always thought Lia was beautiful, but here, now, she was something moreâraw, open, and completely unguarded. Every quiet sound she made, every brush of her hands against you, seemed to weave a thread between you that went far beyond the act itself.
Your pace deepened, becoming more deliberate as you leaned down to capture her lips. Her response was immediate, her mouth opening to you as her hands slid into your hair, pulling you closer. The heat between you grew, a symphony of gasps, moans, and murmured words filling the space. Her legs tightened around your waist, her body pressing into yours as if to pull you even closer.
You pulled back slightly, your lips trailing down her jawline to her neck, brushing over the delicate curve of her throat. Her skin was warm and flushed beneath your touch, and you felt her shiver as your mouth moved lower, pressing kisses behind her ear. The spot youâd discovered during your time togetherâthe one that always drove her wild. Her reaction was immediate, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her body arched into you.
Her hands clung to your shoulders as your lips continued their path, down her collarbone and toward the swell of her chest. You paused for a moment, letting your tongue flick gently over the sensitive skin there, before capturing one of her nipples between your lips. Lia let out a low, trembling moan, her nails digging into your back as you lavished attention on her. You alternated between gentle kisses and firmer, more deliberate nips, her body responding to each one with a sharp intake of breath or a soft cry.
Your free hand roamed over her body, sliding along the curve of her waist and the dip of her hips. You teased her other breast with your fingertips, rolling and brushing against her skin in time with the rhythm of your lips. Her body writhed beneath you, her hips lifting instinctively as if to draw you closer, the heat between you growing with every touch.
From her chest, your lips traveled downward, leaving a trail of warmth across her stomach. Liaâs breathing grew heavier, her hands tangling in your hair as you moved lower, savoring the way her body reacted to every press of your lips, every flick of your tongue. Her quiet whimpers and soft moans filled the room, a soundtrack to the intimacy building between you.
You moved back up, your mouth returning to the curve of her neck, brushing kisses along her jawline before finding her lips again. The kiss was deep and consuming, her hands pulling you closer as though she couldnât get enough of you. Her legs tightened around your waist once more, her body pressing into yours as the rhythm between you grew more urgent, more deliberate.
Her reactionsâeach shiver, each soft cry, each whispered pleaâfueled you, blurring the line between physical connection and something deeper. You knew every spot that made her tremble, every touch that left her gasping, and you used them all, the intimacy between you growing with each passing moment. It wasnât just her body you cravedâit was her trust, her surrender, the way she opened herself to you completely, leaving you breathless and wanting more.
Her voice broke through your focus, her breathless words trembling as she gasped, âYou feel so good⌠Donât stop.â
âI wonât,â you murmured, your voice hoarse and strained, barely able to contain the emotions coursing through you. Her flushed cheeks, the vulnerability in her gaze, the way her body clung to yoursâit all struck you in a way you hadnât prepared for.
The tension between you built steadily, every motion pulling you both closer to a precipice. Her moans grew louder, breaking into desperate cries as her body moved in sync with yours. Her hips met you with an urgency that matched your own, and her hands tightened their grip on your shoulders, her nails dragging against your skin.
âIâm so close,â she whimpered, her voice trembling and raw in a way that sent shivers through you. Her head tilted back, her body arching beautifully beneath you as she clung to you like you were her lifeline. âIâoh my god, Iâm cumming⌠I love it, donât stop, please.â
The words hit you harder than you expected, the raw need in her voice breaking through every wall youâd built around your feelings. Her climax overtook her in a wave, her body trembling violently as she cried out, her voice unguarded and desperate. The sight of her face, twisted in pure ecstasy, sent a jolt through you. Her name fell from her lips like a prayer, her body shuddering as she reached the peak, clutching at you with a force that left no doubt of the depth of her release.
And then, it hit youâseeing her like this, so open, so completely undone, you realized something you couldnât ignore. You wanted to be the only one to give her this feeling. The thought struck like lightning, leaving you trembling even as your own release loomed. It wasnât just about the actâit was about her, about how much you wanted to hold onto this moment, this connection, this vulnerability that was uniquely hers.
Your climax followed, surging through you in powerful, unrelenting waves as you buried your face in her neck. A guttural groan escaped you, your body trembling with the intensity of it. The warmth of your release pooled into the condom, each pulse carrying with it the weight of everything youâd been holding back. The sensations were overwhelming, magnified by the realization that this wasnât casual for you anymore. Maybe it never had been.
Even as the waves subsided, you stayed close, holding her tightly against you. Her fingers traced lazy, soothing patterns along your back, her touch grounding you as your heart pounded against hers. Her breaths were soft, mingling with your own in the quiet aftermath. The intimacy of the moment was almost too much, yet you didnât want it to end.
Finally, you pulled back slightly, your heart still racing as you pressed a kiss to her damp forehead. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips curved into a faint, tired smile, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you filled with unspoken emotions that neither of you seemed ready to name.
You leaned back carefully, slipping out of her with a quiet groan as her body shuddered at the loss of closeness. Reaching down, you removed the condom, tying it off as you moved to the side of the bed. Liaâs gaze followed you, her cheeks still rosy from the exertion, and when her eyes landed on what you held, her lips quirked into a teasing smile.
âWow,â she said, her voice still breathy but laced with playful amusement. âYouâve been⌠pent up, huh?â
You couldnât help but chuckle softly, the tension between you easing slightly at her tone. âYeah, maybe a little,â you admitted, your voice still low and rough from the intensity of the moment.
She laughed, a soft, light sound that made your chest tighten again, her fingers brushing over your arm as if to reassure you. âIâll take it as a compliment,â she said, her smile widening slightly as she leaned back against the pillow, her gaze softening.
In that moment, as you looked at herâflushed, vulnerable, yet teasingâyou couldnât ignore the shift that had happened. Whatever boundaries had existed between you before were gone, and the weight of that realization lingered, pressing gently against your heart.
You stood, disposing of the condom in the bathroom, your mind still reeling from everything that had just unfolded. The intensity of the moment lingered, but it wasnât just the physical closeness that consumed youâit was the emotions swelling in your chest, threatening to spill over. You tried to push the thoughts aside as you cleaned up, focusing on the simple motions as a way to steady yourself.
When you returned to the bed, Lia was already nestled under the blankets, her cheeks still faintly flushed, her hair spilling over the pillow in soft waves. She looked up at you, her eyes warm and inviting, and without a word, she lifted the blanket in a silent invitation. It was a gesture youâd grown accustomed toâa familiar rhythm that had followed these nights together. But this time, something about it felt heavier, weighted with an unspoken shift between you.
You climbed into bed beside her, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight. She moved closer almost instinctively, her body curling into yours, her head resting against your chest as her arm draped across your stomach. The warmth of her, the way she fit so perfectly against you, was both comforting and terrifying.
Her breathing began to slow, her body relaxing as if this was the most natural thing in the world. And it wasâfor her. For you, though, the usual ease wasnât there. You lay stiffly, staring up at the ceiling as a moment of dread washed over you.
Youâve broken the rules.
It hit you with the weight of a confession youâd been avoiding for weeks, maybe months. Youâd convinced yourself this was fine, that you could keep things casual, that it was just a way to connect without getting too close. But tonight had shattered that illusion. You werenât just drawn to Liaâyouâd fallen for her.
Your chest tightened as the realization settled in. The way she laughed, the way she trusted you enough to let her guard down, the way she made you feel seen in a way no one else ever hadâit wasnât just something you could brush aside anymore. It was real, and it was terrifying.
You glanced down at her, your heart aching as you took in the soft curve of her lips, the peaceful expression on her face. She looked so at ease, so content, and you couldnât bring yourself to disturb that. But the weight of your feelings pressed heavily against your chest, threatening to suffocate you.
Lia shifted slightly, her arm tightening around you as if sensing your tension. âYouâre quiet,â she murmured, her voice drowsy but laced with curiosity. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â you lied, your voice barely above a whisper as you forced yourself to relax beneath her touch. âIâm fine.â
But you werenât fine. Because as much as you wanted to stay in this momentâher warmth, her closenessâyou knew that everything had changed. Youâd crossed a line you couldnât uncross, and now you werenât sure what to do.
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The weeks that followed were an emotional minefield. Every stolen glance, every shared laugh, every moment Lia curled up beside you after an intense nightâall of it dug deeper into the growing pit in your chest. It wasnât just about intimacy anymore; it was everything. The way she smiled at you, her guard let down for just a moment. The way she playfully mocked your quirks, grounding you with the ease of someone who knew you better than anyone. You craved her in ways that went beyond physical. You wanted all of herâher bad days, her hopes, her fears, and everything in between.
But you couldnât say it.
The rules had always been clear: no emotions, no strings, no complications. Lia had built walls around herself, walls you understood were necessary given her chaotic life. Your arrangement was her sanctuary, an escape from the pressures of her career, her fame, and the unrelenting expectations placed on her shoulders. You told yourself that being her safe space was enough. It had to be.
That night had started like many others, but it carried a weight you couldnât ignore. As the moment reached its peak, Lia shifted downward, her lips trailing across your skin with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers coursing through you. When her mouth finally enveloped you, a deep groan escaped your lips, your hand instinctively tangling in her hair.
Her movements were teasing but purposeful, each flick of her tongue measured to drive you closer to the edge. Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, glinting with mischief yet laced with something softer, something deeper. âYouâve been so stiff lately,â she murmured, her breath warm against you before continuing, her voice low and sultry as her tongue worked with maddening precision.
The intimacy overwhelmed you, her familiarity with your body leaving you utterly undone. She knew exactly how to unravel you, to find the places that made you tremble, the rhythm that pushed you to your breaking point. When your release finally overtook you, it was overwhelming, waves of pleasure crashing through you with an intensity that left you trembling. Your fingers tightened briefly in her hair as a hoarse gasp escaped you, the heat of the moment leaving you breathless.
Lia pulled back gently, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She moved back up to lie beside you, her body fitting against yours with an ease that should have felt comforting. But this time, it didnât. This time, it felt different.
She settled against you, her head resting on your chest, her breathing steady and calm. Her hair tickled your skin, her warmth both soothing and torturous as a quiet dread began to build in your chest. It wasnât just physical anymoreâthis was heavier, filled with emotions you couldnât keep bottled up.
Before you could stop yourself, the words rose in your throat. âJisu,â you began softly, her name catching in your throat.
She hummed in response, her eyes still closed, a faint smile playing on her lips. âHmm?â
âDo you ever thinkâŚâ You hesitated, the words feeling too heavy, too dangerous. But they pushed forward anyway, your voice barely above a whisper. âDo you ever think this could be something more?â
Her eyes opened slowly, the smile fading as her expression shifted into something unreadable. She propped herself up on one elbow, her hair falling in soft waves around her face, the sheets slipping slightly off her shoulder. Her gaze met yours, searching and cautious, and the seconds stretched into an eternity.
âWhy are you asking?â she asked softly, her tone carrying a mix of curiosity and caution.
Your heart raced, panic rising in your chest as you scrambled for a response. âI was just thinking,â you lied, the words tumbling out too quickly. âItâs nothing. I donât know, just⌠a thought.â
Her expression didnât change, her gaze lingering on yours for a moment longer before she sat up fully. Wrapping the blanket around herself like a shield, her voice was calm but resolute as she said, âHmm, no, I donât think so. The reason this works is because itâs casual. If we start complicating things, itâll ruin everything.â
Her words hit like a punch to the gut, sharp and cutting in their finality. You nodded slowly, forcing a smile you didnât feel. âOh⌠yeah⌠Youâre right. Forget I said anything.â
She smiled faintly, but it didnât reach her eyes. She lay back down, resting her head on your chest again as if nothing had happened. Her breathing evened out, her warmth against you a cruel comfort. But for you, everything had changed.
The words youâd been holding back, the feelings youâd buried, wouldnât stay quiet anymore. They clawed at you, louder with every passing day, until the very thought of continuing like this felt unbearable. You had broken the rules, and the weight of that truth suffocated you in ways you hadnât thought possible.
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Over time you tried convinced yourself to accept her boundaries, telling yourself that being with Lia on her terms was better than not having her at all. But that fragile resolve cracked wide open the day you saw the article.
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, the kind of day meant for doing nothing. Sunlight spilled through your apartment windows, painting the floor in golden streaks as you scrolled absently through your phone. Outside, the faint hum of the city mixed with the rhythmic ticking of the clock, a peaceful backdrop to your aimless thoughts.
Then your phone buzzed, pulling you from the haze of routine. Without thinking, you tapped the notification.
The headline hit like a physical blow: "ITZYâs Lia Spotted on a Romantic Date with beloved Idol."
Your stomach tightened instantly, a sharp ache blooming in your chest as you scrolled through the accompanying photos. Each swipe felt like tearing open a wound. There she was, walking arm-in-arm with another idol. The soft rustling of the parkâs trees in the background, the dappled sunlight falling on their facesâit all looked so serene, so effortless. Their casual clothes hinted at an attempt to keep things discreet, but the atmosphere around them screamed intimacy.
And then one photo stopped you cold.
Her head tilted slightly, her hair catching the sunlight like a halo. Her eyesâsoft and filled with a warmth that felt painfully familiarâwere fixed on him. She was smiling, bright and genuine, the corners of her lips curving in a way that was devastatingly effortless. That smile was reserved for someone special. Someone who wasnât you.
Your chest ached, a dull yet unrelenting pain spreading through you as you stared at the screen. The world around you seemed to fade, the sunlight that had once felt comforting now harsh and uninviting. The faint hum of the city became muffled, replaced by the deafening rush of your own thoughts.
Has she ever looked at you like that? Has she ever smiled at you in that way, with that kind of quiet adoration? A part of you knew the answer, even if you didnât want to admit it. The answer cut deeper than anything sheâd ever said or done.
The seconds stretched into minutes as you stared at the image, the knot in your stomach tightening with each passing moment. You could almost hear her laugh in your head, see the way she looked at you during your private moments together. But it wasnât the same. It had never been the same.
The sharp buzz of another notification snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts. Liaâs name flashed across the screen, her message simple: âAre you free?â
The words sat at the top of your screen, directly above the article. The juxtaposition was cruel, a perfect encapsulation of everything that had been tearing you apart. Your thumb hovered over the notification, your mind swirling with a chaotic mix of emotionsâanger, hurt, jealousy, longing. Every rational part of you screamed not to reply. To protect yourself. To draw a line before it was too late.
But as always, your heart betrayed you.
The faint sound of your breathing filled the room, shallow and uneven as you tapped her message. You opened the chat, your fingers trembling slightly as you typed the only thing you knew how to say to her.
"Yeah, Iâll be there."
The moment you hit send, the weight in your chest seemed to shift, but it didnât lift. Instead, it settled deeper, anchoring itself to the realization you were too afraid to face: no matter how much it hurt, you couldnât walk away. Not from her. Not yet.
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Lia greeted you at her apartment door with the same casual ease as always, dressed in a loose sweatshirt that hung just off one shoulder and shorts that left little to the imagination. Her hair was tied back loosely, and the faint scent of her lavender body lotion hung in the air as she stepped aside to let you in. She smiled, warm and familiar, but to you, it felt like a knife twisting in your chest.
âHey,â she said softly, leaning casually against the doorframe. Her tone carried a cheerfulness that felt almost jarring compared to the turmoil swirling inside you. âRough day?â
You swallowed hard, your thoughts tangled with the image of the articleâs photos. The memory of her walking arm-in-arm with someone else clung to you like a shadow, an ache that wouldnât loosen its grip. âYeah,â you said finally, your voice flat. âSomething like that.â
Her brows knitted slightly, a flicker of concern crossing her face before she masked it with another smile, softer this time. âCome in,â she said gently, stepping aside. âLet me fix you some tea or something.â
You followed her inside, the familiar warmth of her cozy apartment stirring something deep and painful within you. The dim lighting, the scent of jasmine mingling with lavender, the soft hum of a playlist you knew by heartâit should have felt comforting, but tonight it only made the ache worse. To her, everything seemed normal, unchanged. But to you, every gesture, every laugh, felt magnified, a sharp contrast to the images still burned into your mind.
She led you to the couch, her steps light and unbothered, her usual ease a stark reminder of how differently you were experiencing this moment. She sat close to you, her knee brushing against yours as she turned to face you fully. âYou seem tense,â she said softly, her voice lowering into something soothing. Her hand rested lightly on yours, her touch simple yet disarming, as if she could sense the weight pressing down on you. âLet me help.â
You hesitated, the memory of her smile in those photos flashing through your mind. The warmth she had shown to someone else, the intimacy of it, felt like a stark contrast to the Lia sitting here with you now. Part of you wanted to pull back, to say something, to ask her what that meant, but the words wouldnât come. Her touch, her presenceâit was too much to resist, and before you could think better of it, her lips were on yours.
The kiss was familiar, practiced, but this time, it felt different. Your movements were slower, less certain. A part of you wanted to push her away, to demand answers, but the other partâthe part of you that craved her touch, her presenceâwon. You kissed her back, the frustration and longing coiling tightly in your chest, fueling your every move.
Her hands slid beneath your shirt, tugging at it with the ease of someone who knew you too well. Your resolve crumbled under her touch, the confrontation slipping further from your mind. It could wait, you told yourself. For now, you let the emotions swirling within youâfrustration, jealousy, and something darkerâtake over.
By the time you reached the bedroom, something inside you had shifted. The weight of your suppressed emotions guided your actions, a storm of unspoken feelings driving every touch, every motion. You turned her toward the bed, your hand firm on her shoulder as you eased her down to her knees.
Without a word, you unbuttoned your pants, the sound of the zipper cutting through the quiet room like a spark igniting the air. Liaâs eyes followed the motion, her gaze flicking downward before snapping back up to meet yours. Her lips parted slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before melting into something softer, almost eager. When you pressed yourself to her lips, her hesitation was brief. Her hands found their place on your thighs, steadying herself as she took you in.
The shift in her was immediate. This wasnât like beforeâthis wasnât the usual playful or restrained dynamic between you. You gripped her hair firmly, the silky strands slipping through your fingers as you guided her movements. Liaâs soft, muffled moan against you sent a shiver down your spine, the vibration electrifying. The control you felt, the way she surrendered so willingly, was intoxicating, and you couldnât help but give in to the moment fully.
Your hips began to move, your thrusts deliberate but rough, each one pushing deeper as you set the rhythm. Liaâs hands tightened their grip on your thighs, her fingers curling slightly as her body swayed to match your motions. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and her breathing grew heavier between moments when you gave her just enough time to adjust. She looked up at you, her wide, watery eyes filled with surprise and a growing hunger. This wasnât what sheâd expected, but the way her body responded told you everythingâthis was what she wanted, what she craved.
Her moans grew louder, though muffled, as her lips and tongue worked in perfect sync with your movements. Her usual confidence had melted away, leaving behind a raw vulnerability that only fueled you further. This side of youâassertive, unrelentingâwas something she hadnât expected, and the way she gave herself over to it was driving you wild.
You tightened your grip on her hair, guiding her more firmly as her hands clutched at your thighs for balance. Her breathing was heavy, her moans blending with the wet, rhythmic sounds that filled the room. Tears began to streak her cheeks as her throat constricted around you, her body tensing slightly as she fought to keep up. Still, her eyes never left yours, wide and watery but filled with trust and unmistakable arousal.
Her muffled cries grew needier as your rhythm intensified, her nails digging into your thighs as her body trembled. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in your core, every sound she made pushing you closer to the edge. When her moan vibrated against you again, it sent you spiraling, your hips moving faster, rougher, with a desperation you couldnât suppress.
You felt yourself reaching the breaking point, your control slipping entirely. Liaâs breathing hitched, her hands shifting to grip you tighter as you thrust one last time. Your release hit like a flood, overwhelming and unstoppable. A guttural groan tore from your throat as you came, the heat surging through you in waves. Liaâs body instinctively tensed beneath you. Her throat worked desperately, swallowing each hot pulse as it filled her mouth. Her gag reflex kicked in more than once, her soft, choked sounds blending with the wet, rhythmic movements that echoed in the room. Despite her efforts, some of it spilled from the corners of her lips, trickling down her chin in thin, glistening streams. Her hands gripped your thighs tighter, her nails pressing into your skin as she did her best to keep up, her flushed cheeks stained with tears and exertion.
Her breathing was uneven, her body trembling with the effort to take everything you gave her. When you finally pulled back, a string of fluid connected you briefly before breaking, her tongue darting out to clean her lips as she gasped for air. Liaâs eyes lifted to meet yours, glassy and dazed, her expression a mix of exhaustion, surprise, and something playful.
She wiped at her chin with the back of her hand, her lips curving into a faint, teasing smile. âFuck that was hot,â she murmured hoarsely, her voice laced with mischief despite her breathlessness. âWhat's gotten into you?â
You didnât respond, the fire in your chest still burning too hot for words. Instead, you leaned down slightly and tapped your member against her cheek a couple of times, the wet sound punctuating the charged silence. Lia blinked up at you, her flushed face lighting up with surprise, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
Without a word, you reached down, your hands finding hers as you pulled her to her feet in one smooth motion. She let out a soft, surprised laugh, stumbling slightly against your chest. Her body was still trembling, her knees unsteady from the intensity of what had just happened. She clung to you for balance, her breath brushing against your neck as she steadied herself.Â
Before she could add anything else, your hands moved to her sweatshirt, gripping the fabric at the hem. Her laughter faded into a small, knowing smile as she raised her arms without hesitation, letting you strip it off her in one smooth motion. The air between you felt charged, electric, as the garment fell to the floor.
Her shorts followed quickly, her own fingers fumbling with the waistband as though eager to match your urgency. The two of you moved in tandem, discarding every barrier until she stood before you, bare and breathtaking in the dim light. The soft glow illuminated every curve, every flushed detail of her skin, making her look impossibly beautiful.
You climbed onto the bed, hovering over Lia as she lay beneath you, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body still trembling from the intensity of earlier. Without a word, you captured her lips in a bruising kiss, pouring all the frustration, anger, and sadness youâd been bottling up into the connection. Her soft moan was muffled against your mouth as she melted into you, her hands reaching up to grip your shoulders.
You didnât stop there. Your lips trailed away from hers, moving down the curve of her jaw to her neck, where you nipped at her skin with sharp, deliberate bites. Lia gasped and squirmed beneath you, her body reacting instinctively to each sting of your teeth, her fingers clutching at you for balance. The sound of her soft whimpers drove you on, each one fueling the storm raging inside you.
Your hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as you moved lower, leaving a trail of heated kisses down to her collarbone. You didnât hesitate to bite there too, hard enough to make her arch her back, her body pressing closer to you as though craving the sting. Her breaths grew quicker, her chest heaving as she writhed beneath your relentless attention.
Her squirming only pushed you further, your need to control, to channel the storm within you, manifesting in the way you held her down. One hand moved to her neck, wrapping around her throat in a firm, deliberate grip. Liaâs reaction was immediateâher body froze for a second, her breath catching, before her eyes fluttered open, locking onto yours. There was no fear in her gaze, only surprise and raw, unfiltered desire.
You didnât pause, letting your other hand slide down her body, brushing over her stomach before reaching her folds. The heat and slickness there were undeniable, and it made you tighten your grip on her neck as your fingers teased her entrance. Lia gasped, her body jerking at the touch, her hands clutching at the sheets for balance as her hips instinctively pressed toward you.
You didnât slow down, slipping two fingers inside her in one swift, deliberate motion. Her reaction was instantâa choked moan escaping her lips as her body arched against your hand, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. You tightened your grip on her neck, holding her firmly in place as you set a rough, relentless rhythm, each thrust of your fingers matching the intensity of your emotions.
Her breaths came in short, desperate gasps, her body completely at your mercy. You didnât let up, your fingers curling inside her, hitting all the right spots as her moans grew louder. The way she reactedâthe way her body writhed and her voice broke with every movementâpushed you further into the haze of emotion driving your every move.
Liaâs hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles white as she clawed at the fabric, her head tilting back as her lips parted in a silent plea. Her hips began to shift, trying instinctively to pull away from the overwhelming sensations, but you didnât give her the chance. Each time her body tried to escape, you followed her movement with ruthless precision, maintaining the relentless pace that left her gasping and trembling beneath you.
âPlease,â she choked out, her voice cracking as her hips jerked sharply against your hand, torn between chasing the pleasure and trying to find relief from the intensity. Her thighs quivered as the wet, obscene sounds from her folds filled the room, mixing with her soft, desperate whimpers.
Your fingers thrust with relentless precision, plunging deeply while curling just enough to make Lia cry out with every motion. Her gasps turned into desperate, broken cries, the sound spilling from her lips in sharp, uneven bursts. The way her body tightened and arched against your hand drove you further, your thumb brushing over her clitâfirst in slow, deliberate circles, then pressing firmly and flicking sharply as her hips jolted against you.
The hand around her neck tightened slightly, your fingers pressing just enough to make her breath catch. The mix of pressure and roughness sent her spiraling, her voice breaking into a low, guttural moan as her eyes fluttered open briefly, wide and glassy, before rolling shut again. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her entire body trembling as your thumb quickened its pace, alternating between firm, relentless circles and sharp, deliberate flicks that made her hips buck wildly.
Her thighs tried to clamp shut around your hand, her body instinctively attempting to shield itself from the overwhelming sensations, but you didnât stop. Your pace only grew faster, harder, as though chasing something deeper. Her moans turned into broken cries, her hips jerking helplessly against your hand as you pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
The slick heat from her folds coated your fingers as her walls tightened around you, her body reacting to every motion. Her breath hitched, her cries becoming louder, more desperate. Her hips jerked erratically, trying to escape your relentless pace, but you didnât let up. The grip on her neck tightened again, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her eyes snapped open for a moment, unfocused and dazed.
âGodââ she managed to choke out, her voice breaking as her body convulsed. âIâcanâtââ
Her body tensed beneath your touch, her breathing erratic as she teetered on the edge of release. Just as the moment was about to break, you pulled your fingers out abruptly and delivered a sharp smack to her folds. The sudden sting and shock sent a jolt through her entire body, her back arching violently off the bed as a strangled moan tore from her throat.
That was it. Lia shattered beneath you, her climax crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her thighs clamped around your hand, trapping you there as her cries turned raw and broken, each sound carrying the intensity of her release. Her body convulsed, trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. Her hands clutched at the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as her hips jerked uncontrollably, seeking and shying away from the overwhelming sensations.
You held her firmly, your grip on her neck steady, grounding her as your hand returned to her folds. Your fingers worked with deliberate precision, prolonging her climax as her cries grew louder, more desperate. Her hips bucked wildly against your hand, her body writhing beneath you as she gave in completely to the pleasure overtaking her.
Her release seemed endless, the intensity of it leaving her gasping for breath as her body quaked under your control. The room was filled with the sound of her broken moans and the rhythmic slap of your palm against her oversensitive lips. Each touch seemed to reignite the flames, drawing out her pleasure until her body collapsed back against the bed, trembling and spent.
As the aftershocks coursed through her, her breaths came in ragged, uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her skin glistened in the dim light, her face flushed and damp as she tried to catch her breath.
You loosened your grip on her neck, your fingers brushing lightly against her skin as you leaned over her. Liaâs eyes fluttered open slowly, glassy and unfocused, her lips parting in a faint, breathless smile. Her body continued to tremble slightly, the lingering sensations leaving her utterly undone beneath you.
You guided Liaâs trembling, sensitive body onto the bed with deliberate intent, her flushed skin glistening as she struggled to catch her breath. Her wide, dazed eyes met yours, still hazy from the intensity of her previous climax, but you werenât doneânot yet. Slowly, you lay down and pulled her back against you, arranging her pliant body with steady hands.
Her back pressed firmly to your chest, her legs spread wide and bent at the knees, her thighs trembling as you slipped your hands beneath them. Your grip steadied her, your fingers curling securely around the back of her thighs, holding her legs in place and spreading her open. The position left her entirely vulnerable, every inch of her body on display. Her arms rested near her sides, loosely pinned between your bodies, emphasizing her complete surrender to you.
Her head tilted back against your shoulder, her neck fully exposed, giving you an unobstructed view of her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the faint sheen of sweat that glistened on her skin. Lia let out a soft, breathless gasp as the new position registered, her body tensing briefly before relaxing into your hold.
The vulnerability of it, the way your grip anchored her while she was spread open, only seemed to heighten her arousal. âWhere did you learn this?âŚâ she murmured, her voice trailing off into a whimper as she felt you press against her entrance. The sensation made her hips shift instinctively, her body eager and trembling as she surrendered completely to the moment.
Without hesitation, you entered her in one deep, deliberate motion. The pace was fast and unrelenting from the start, your thrusts deep and purposeful as you held her firmly in place. Lia cried out, her voice breaking into a desperate moan as her body responded immediately. The position allowed you to reach depths you hadnât before, and her body clenched tightly around you, the new sensation overwhelming her.
Her head tilted back against your shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave herself over to you completely. The sheer submissiveness of her posture, her willingness to let you take control, drove you on. You leaned down, your lips brushing the curve of her neck as you pressed open-mouthed kisses along her flushed skin, your teeth grazing lightly before biting down just enough to make her gasp.
Lia let out a trembling gasp as your hand found her clit again, circling it with a firm intensity that made her entire body jolt against you. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her hips writhing in an attempt to escape the relentless stimulation. âWaitââ she whimpered, her voice breaking as she tried to shift away from your touch. âIâm sensitiveâtoo muchâŚâ
Her words barely registered, muffled by the storm in your mind. The frustration and anger churned like a relentless tide, the image of her smiling, her hand entwined with someone elseâs, replaying in your head like a haunting refrain. It consumed you, fueling the roughness in every movement.
You tightened your hold, your hands locking her helplessly in place. Her legs trembled, trying to close against the overstimulation, but the position left her completely vulnerable. With her legs spread wide and pinned by her own weight, she had no leverage, no way to resist as you drove her higher. Her body squirmed, her hips shifting desperately, but your arm around her wrists and your thighs holding hers apart ensured she couldnât escape.
You leaned in, pressing your lips to the back of her neck where you could reach, the soft curve of her skin damp with sweat. The kiss was possessive, claiming, and when you bit down, she let out a sharp cry, her body arching against yours. The sting of your teeth sent a fresh wave of shivers through her, her voice breaking into a soft whimper as you soothed the bite with another heated kiss.
Liaâs body trembled, her reactions raw and desperate. Each time you bit down, harder now, her cries grew louder, her head tilting back to expose more of her neck as though surrendering completely. Her thighs tried to press together again, but the position made it impossible, leaving her entirely at your mercy.
Her pleas melted into choked moans when your hand left her clit briefly, only to return with a sharp slap. The sound echoed in the room, followed by her broken cry as her body jolted against you. The sting sent her closer to the edge, her breath hitching in ragged gasps as her hips jerked involuntarily.
The relentless combinationâthe deep, fast thrusts, the circling of your fingers on her clit, and the sharp bites you pressed to her shoulder and neckâpushed her further into a haze of overwhelming sensation. Her cries grew louder, her body trembling violently as she fought against the intensity. Even as her hips shifted and tried to twist away, her body betrayed her with every shiver of arousal, her movements weak and yielding to your pace.
Just as her body tensed in anticipation of release, you pressed harder against her clit, your fingers moving in swift, relentless circles. Lia gasped, her walls clenching tightly around you as her entire body strained, her climax teetering on the brink.
When you sensed she was at her limit, you delivered a sharp, deliberate slap to her clit. Lia screamed, her voice raw and broken as her body convulsed violently. The sharp sting mingled with the overwhelming pleasure, the combination tearing through her with a force that left her trembling uncontrollably. Her thighs twitched against your hands, her chest heaving as she sobbed softly, her cries a mix of pleasure and surrender.
You didnât stop, your fingers continuing to flick and slap her nub while your thrusts maintained their relentless pace. Her body collapsed further against yours, her legs trembling as the overstimulation sent her spiraling beyond her limits. Another broken scream tore from her throat before her body finally gave out, her muscles going slack as she slumped back onto you, her head falling onto your shoulder.
Her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, her body trembling as aftershocks coursed through her. You released her wrists, your hands smoothing over her legs as you pressed soft kisses to her temple and along the marks your teeth had left on her shoulder. Her breathing gradually steadied, her skin still flushed and damp as she tried to catch her breath.
Your pace didnât falter, even as Lia slumped further against you, her body trembling and utterly spent. The overstimulation of her climax had left her broken in the best way, her cries now soft whimpers, her breath hot and uneven against your neck. Her legs remained pinned, trembling as your relentless thrusts sent aftershocks rippling through her. Each deep motion made her body react instinctively, her hips twitching as though trying to pull away, but the position left her helpless, completely at your mercy.
As the intensity built, her breaths grew sharper, her head tilting back against your shoulder. The haze of her earlier release lingered in her glassy eyes, her thoughts slow and unfocused. Yet, as your thrusts grew faster and more erratic, realization flickered faintly in her expression. She gasped softly, her thighs twitching against your hold.
âWaitâŚâ she murmured, her voice trembling and breathless, her mind catching up to what her body already knew. âDonât⌠donât cum inside me,â she pleaded, her tone cracking under the weight of her exhaustion and arousal.
Her words were faint, almost drowned out by the rhythmic sound of your hips meeting hers. Her protest lacked strength, her body betraying her as her warmth clenched tightly around you, pulling you deeper with every motion. Even as she tried to speak again, her words dissolved into soft, broken whimpers, her thighs trembling violently as her overstimulated body refused to resist what was coming.
You could feel the tension coiling tighter, the edge drawing closer with every thrust. Her whispered plea echoed faintly in your mind, but the overwhelming heat, the way she writhed beneath you, the way her body pulled you in, made it impossible to stop. The last thread of your restraint snapped as her walls tightened around you one final time.
âFuckâŚâ you murmured hoarsely, your voice trembling with the urgency of your release. Her body stiffened briefly, her lips parting in a faint gasp of realization, but she couldnât move, her legs pinned wide and her body limp in your hold.
With a guttural groan, you pressed as deep as you could, your release surging into her in powerful, shuddering waves. Liaâs breath hitched sharply, her fingers weakly clutching at your arms as she felt the warmth spreading inside her. âOh my GodâŚâ she whispered, her voice barely audible as her head fell forward, her body twitching in response to the unfamiliar sensation. The flush on her cheeks deepened, a mix of disbelief and something unspoken as she lay trembling against you.
When the last tremors subsided, you loosened your grip slightly, your hands smoothing over her legs as they remained draped across your hips. Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of your mingled breathing, heavy with the weight of what had just happened.
Liaâs voice came out as a whisper, trembling with exhaustion but edged with frustration. âToo much⌠it was too muchâŚâ Her body twitched beneath you, her trembling legs sprawled limply against your hips. Her chest rose and fell in uneven gasps, her gaze hazy but laced with something sharper as she tried to steady herself.
Then her eyes locked onto yours, and the flush on her cheeks deepened, no longer just from exertion. âI canât believe you came inside me,â she muttered, her voice low but biting. âYou know we canât do that.â
Her words cut through the heavy air, and for a moment, her expression hardened as she tried to assert control over the whirlwind of emotions swirling between you. But the tension in her brows faltered as her body gave a faint, involuntary shudder, the lingering sensation of everything pooling inside her impossible to ignore.
She shifted slightly in your hold, her thighs twitching, her skin hypersensitive and her mind torn between anger and something much more confusing. Her lips parted as if she wanted to say more, to reprimand you further, but no words came. Instead, she turned her head to the side, her expression tight, though not entirely resolute.
Inside, you could tell she was battling herself. The heat spreading across her neck and cheeks, the way her legs trembled against yours, betrayed a truth she didnât want to face. Even though she was angryâshe had every reason to beâthe intensity of what had happened, the rawness of being completely at your mercy, lingered in ways she couldnât deny.
Lia let out a sharp exhale, her body relaxing slightly against you as her anger seemed to ebb, replaced by a reluctant acceptance. Her head fell back onto the pillow, her breathing still uneven, her lips pressing together in a faint line. The silence between you was heavy, her internal conflict palpable, as the reality of the moment settled over both of you.
Her eyes met yours, and for a moment, the air between you was filled with something unspoken, a tenderness that lingered even as exhaustion pulled at you both.
âJisu,â you said suddenly, the word breaking the silence like a crack of thunder.
She turned onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at you. âHmm?â
âCan this ever be more?â The question came out unsteady, raw with emotion, as though it had torn its way out of you.
Her smile faded, replaced by something gentler but distant. She sighed softly, the blanket slipping slightly as she shifted to sit up. âWeâve talked about this,â she said, her tone careful but firm. âThe reason this works is because itâs casual. Itâs⌠uncomplicated. Thatâs why itâs good.â
You turned your head to look at her, searching her expression for somethingâanythingâthat might suggest she felt the same way you did. But all you saw was a calm resolve. âYouâre great,â she continued, her voice quieter now. âYou really are. But if we start complicating things, itâll ruin what we have, could you imagine even trying to do this while one of us has feelings.â
Her words struck you like a punch, each one cutting deeper than the last. You forced a small, hollow smile, nodding as if you understood. âYeah,â you said quietly. âYouâre rightâŚâ
Liaâs hand brushed over your arm lightly, reassuringly, before she lay back down beside you, curling into your side as though nothing had happened. But something had. For you, the illusion that this could be enough had shattered, and no matter how hard you tried to tell yourself otherwise, you couldnât shake the feeling that this was the beginning of the end.
As Lia slept peacefully beside you, you stared at the ceiling, your mind racing. You couldnât keep doing thisânot when your feelings for her only grew stronger with each passing day, and not when she had made it clear she would never see you the way you saw her.
You slipped out of her bed quietly, careful not to wake her. The city lights outside her window cast long shadows across the room as you let out a soft apology,dressed and left. You told yourself that it would be the last time, that you couldnât go backânot for her, not for anyone. You needed to find someone who would value you, who would want you the way you wanted them.
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The next morning, Lia woke up alone, sunlight filtering softly through her curtains as the warmth of the day began to creep into the room. She stirred slowly, her body aching in unfamiliar waysâher neck, her thighs, her coreâall reminders of the intensity of the night before. She shifted slightly, wincing at the tenderness, and as the memories flooded back, her cheeks flushed with heat. The rawness of how you had been with her, the way you had consumed her so completely, lingered in her mind, each thought sending a fresh wave of warmth coursing through her.
Reaching for her phone, she hesitated for a moment, her fingers hovering over the screen. After a deep breath, she typed a quick message: âLast night was amazing. Thank you.â
She hit send, expecting the usual quick reply. You were always good at responding, rarely making her wait more than a few minutes. It was one of the constants she had come to rely onâyour availability, your attentiveness. But as the minutes stretched into hours, her screen remaining frustratingly blank, she shrugged it off. Youâre probably just busy, she told herself, though a faint unease began to creep into her thoughts, like a whisper she couldnât ignore.
Life moved forward, as it always did, her schedule swallowing her days whole. But the unease grew, a quiet nagging in the back of her mind that wouldnât go away. Still no reply. No follow-up. No late-night texts asking about her day or teasing her about something silly. It was unlike you, and with every passing day, it became harder to shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Desperate for distraction, she agreed to another date with the idol, convincing herself it was the right thing to do. But from the moment they sat down at the trendy cafĂŠ, everything about the evening felt wrong. The vibrant chatter of the other patrons blurred into background noise, his words barely registering as she stared down at her phone, her thumb hovering over the unanswered message. It sat there, unopened, like a stark reminder of your absence.
He tried to make conversation, asking about her work and cracking lighthearted jokes, but her responses were flat, distracted. Her mind kept driftingâback to you. She could almost hear your laugh, picture the way you would have teased her about spending too much time scrolling on her phone. She thought about the little things you did, the gestures that had woven themselves into her daily life: bringing her food after late practices, the way you always seemed to know when she needed comforting, and the talks that stretched into the early hours of the morning when her world felt too heavy.
Her chest tightened as she realized it wasnât just about the sex anymoreâthough that had been incredible. It was everything else, the way you had quietly become her anchor without her noticing. She missed you, in ways that went beyond physical, in ways she couldnât ignore.
As the date dragged on, her unease grew heavier. She looked at him across the table, saw the effort he was putting into keeping her attention, and felt the guilt creep in. He wasnât the problem. He was polite, charming even, but he wasnât you. He didnât make her feel grounded the way you did. He didnât know her tells, didnât know how to navigate her quiet moods or the way her smiles didnât always reach her eyes.
She excused herself earlier than planned, her heart heavy as she walked out into the cool night air. Her fingers hovered over her phone again, the thought of calling you overwhelming her. But as she stared at your name in her contacts, she couldnât bring herself to press it. Not yet.
Days turned into a week, and Liaâs desperation grew. Every thought of you tightened the ache in her chest, the longing building until it was impossible to ignore. It wasnât just about the intimacy anymoreâit was everything else. The little moments, the times you made her feel understood, cared for, seen. The absence of those moments was suffocating.
She couldnât shake the feeling that something inside her was shifting. Something she hadnât wanted to see before but now couldnât deny. You werenât just her escape, her comfortâyou had become something so much more. Finally, she turned to someone she trusted: Yeji.
The three of you had always been close, bonded not just by your ages but by a shared sense of humor and camaraderie. After practice one evening, Lia found Yeji in the lounge, scrolling through her phone. Her heart pounded as she sat down across from her, working up the courage to speak.
âYeji,â Lia began, her voice quieter than usual as she fidgeted with the edge of her hoodie.
Yeji glanced up, raising an eyebrow. âWhatâs up?â
Lia hesitated, her usual confidence replaced by uncertainty. âYou know about⌠my arrangement, right?â
Yeji set her phone down, her gaze sharpening slightly. âOh, yeah,â she said, a hint of amusement in her tone. âI know about it.â
Liaâs fingers twisted the fabric of her hoodie, her nerves fraying. âHave you⌠talked to him lately? Do you know where he is?â
Yejiâs expression softened, the teasing fading as she leaned back against the couch. âYeah, weâve talked,â she admitted, her voice even. âBut I donât think I should tell you more than that.â
The words hit Lia harder than she expected. Her stomach twisted, and her voice dropped. âWhy not?â she asked, almost pleading. âI just⌠I miss him. I didnât think I would, but I do. I didnât realize how much he meant to me until he wasnât there anymore.â
Yeji sighed, studying her closely. âLia, you have to ask yourself why heâs not here right now,â she said, her voice steady but not unkind. âYou had to know how he feltâmaybe you didnât want to admit it, but it was obvious.â
Lia looked down, her throat tightening as Yejiâs words sank in. âI didnât mean to hurt him,â she murmured. âI just⌠I didnât know.â
Yeji leaned forward slightly, her voice softer now. âI think he needed space, Lia. He couldnât keep pretending to be okay with what you two had. And now? I think youâre realizing how much he really means to you.â
Liaâs fingers curled tightly around her hoodie, her heart sinking further. âI miss him,â she said quietly. âNot just⌠what we had. I miss everything. I donât know what to do.â
Yeji shook her head gently. âIâm not going to tell you where he isâit wouldnât be fair. But if you feel this way, you need to figure it out before itâs too late.â
Lia nodded slowly, Yejiâs words settling heavily in her chest. For the next few days, she replayed every moment in her mindâevery late-night talk, every thoughtful gesture, every quiet look that made her feel safe. The realization of how much she missed you, how deeply she cared, grew sharper with each passing day.
Finally, she couldnât take it anymore. Lia grabbed her phone with trembling hands and called. The first call went to voicemail, then the next, and the one after that. Still, she didnât stop. Each unanswered ring only heightened her desperation. She began texting, her messages growing shorter and more frantic with each passing hour.
âI need to talk to you.ââPlease, can you call me back?ââJust⌠say something.â
When the texts went unanswered, she left voicemails, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. âI⌠I really want to talk. Please, can we meet? Just let me know.â Every message sounded more raw than the last, the silence on the other end of the line gnawing at her chest like an open wound.
She lost count of how many times she calledâher phone logs a mess of missed attempts, her inbox filled with drafts of unsent messages she couldnât bring herself to delete. Each night, she lay awake, staring at her phone, willing it to light up with your name. The waiting was unbearable, each moment stretching endlessly as hope began to waver.
Just when she was on the verge of giving up, her phone buzzed. Her heart skipped a beat, and she scrambled to pick it up. It was you. A simple message: âOkay. Letâs meet.â
Relief and apprehension washed over her in equal measure. She stared at the screen, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, unsure how to respond. After a long pause, she simply typed, âThank you.â
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When you finally met, the air was heavy with tension, every unspoken word between you settling like a weight in the small cafĂŠ. Lia sat across from you, her usual poise stripped away. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, twisting the edge of her sleeve, her eyes fixed on the untouched coffee in front of her. The faintest hint of color rose in her cheeks, betraying the vulnerability she was trying to hide.
You watched her carefully, your own nerves coiling tighter with every second of silence. Her lips parted slightly, as though she wanted to speak, but the words didnât come right away. Finally, she took a deep breath and looked up at you.
âIâm sorry,â she said, her voice trembling but steady enough to hold your gaze. âFor everything. For not seeing how you felt, for taking you for granted.â
Her words caught you off guard, the raw honesty cutting through the tension. You blinked, unsure how to respond at first. âI should be the one apologizing,â you said after a moment, your voice quieter than you intended. âFor ghosting you, for catching feelings in the first place. Iââ
âDonât,â Lia interrupted gently, her voice firm but laced with regret. Her eyes finally met yours, and the warmth there made your chest ache. âDonât apologize for liking me. Please. I need to say something first.â
You froze, her words silencing the flood of guilt that had been building inside you. She fidgeted with her sleeve, her gaze flickering downward for a moment before she looked back at you, her expression unguarded.
âI like you,â she said softly, the words landing with a weight that made your breath catch. âSo much. I think I have for a while, but I didnât know⌠or maybe I just didnât let myself realize it. I got so comfortable with you always being there, and when you were gone, it felt like a piece of me was missing.â
Her cheeks flushed deeper, and her hands stilled as she continued, her voice trembling but resolute. âI thought keeping things casual was easierâsaferâbecause I didnât want to risk losing you. But I was selfish. I didnât think about what you needed or how much it might be hurting you.
Her voice cracked slightly, but she didnât stop. âIâm so sorry for everything. For not being considerate of your feelings, for pushing you away when you tried to tell me how you felt. You deserved more than thatâmore than I gave youâand it kills me that I hurt you because I was too scared to be honest.â
Her words tumbled out in a rush, raw and vulnerable. She took another breath, her eyes glistening as she looked at you, waiting. âDo you stillâŚâ she began, her voice quieter now, hesitant. âDo you still like me? Because if you do⌠I promise Iâll be better. Iâll try harder. I wonât take you for granted again.â
The question hung in the air, heavy and trembling with sincerity. You stared at her, the tight ache in your chest threatening to spill over. The vulnerability in her eyes, the way her fingers nervously twisted at her sleeve, the unsteady rise and fall of her breathâit was Lia, stripped of all pretense, offering herself to you in a way she never had before.
âI miss you,â you said, your voice thick with emotion, the words spilling out before you could stop them. âMore than I can even say. And yes, Lia, I still like you. I donât think I ever stopped.â
Her lips parted slightly, her eyes widening as relief and hope washed over her face. A small, trembling smile broke through her uncertainty, and she reached across the table, her hand brushing yours. You didnât hesitate, your fingers curling around hers as the tension between you seemed to dissolve, replaced by a quiet, tentative warmth.
For a moment, neither of you moved, the air between you heavy but no longer with tensionâthis time, it was full of possibility. Liaâs fingers tightened slightly around yours, her gaze searching your face as though she was committing this moment to memory. Then, softly, she asked, âCan I⌠kiss you?â
Her voice was quiet, almost shy, a stark contrast to the confident Lia you had always known. You felt your breath hitch, the question catching you off guard even though you knew the answer. You nodded, unable to form words, and her lips twitched into a faint, nervous smile.
When she leaned forward, the world around you seemed to still. The noise of the cafĂŠ, the clinking of dishes, the hum of conversationsâit all faded as her face came closer, her hand still firmly in yours. The first brush of her lips against yours was tentative, testing, but the moment they met, something shifted.
This kiss wasnât like the others. Youâd kissed Lia beforeâpassionate, heated, messy kisses in the haze of your arrangement. But this? This was entirely different. This kiss wasnât rushed, wasnât fueled by lust or need. It was soft, deliberate, full of emotion you hadnât allowed yourself to name before. It felt like kissing her for the first time, like discovering something new, something sacred.
Her lips were warm and inviting, moving against yours with a tenderness that sent shivers through you. There was no urgency, no pretense, just the quiet connection between you as the kiss deepened, your free hand instinctively reaching up to cradle her cheek. She leaned into your touch, her fingers threading lightly through your hair as she let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into the moment.
For Lia, the kiss was no less transformative. Sheâd kissed you countless times before, but thisâthis felt like peeling away every wall sheâd built, every mask sheâd worn. This was the kiss she hadnât let herself imagine, the kiss she hadnât realized she needed until now. It wasnât just the physical connectionâit was the way your hand trembled slightly as you cupped her cheek, the way you held her like she was the most important thing in the world.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as your eyes met. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, her gaze full of something you couldnât quite describe but felt deep in your chest. You could see it reflected back at you: this wasnât just a kiss. This was everything.
âThatâŚâ Lia murmured softly, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words, her fingers brushing against your jaw. âThat felt⌠different.â
âYeah,â you whispered, your voice low and raw with emotion. âIt did.â
Neither of you moved to pull away, the space between you too fragile, too precious to break. For the first time, it felt like you were both on the same page, and the weight of everything that had come before fell away, leaving only the warmth of this moment.
The silence stretched again, but this time it felt less heavy, more openâlike the air between you had shifted, lighter somehow. You cleared your throat, your fingers drumming lightly against the edge of the table as you searched for the right words, your heartbeat quickening with each passing second. âSo, umâŚâ you began, awkwardness thick in your voice as your eyes darted away from hers. âIf youâre free later⌠I mean, after thisâif you want, we could, I donât know, grab dinner or something?â
Lia tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile that widened just enough to let you know she understood exactly what you were trying to say. Her cheeks flushed faintly, the color rising against her soft complexion. âAre you asking me out?â she teased lightly, her tone warm, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
You let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of your neck as you tried to play it cool. âMaybe. I mean⌠yeah, I guess I am.â
Her smile softened into something more genuine, more tender. âIâd like that,â she said quietly, her voice carrying just the right hint of sincerity to make your chest feel lighter. âI havenât eaten yet.â
The relief that washed over you was palpable, and without a second thought, you stood, holding out your hand. Liaâs gaze flicked down to your outstretched fingers, hesitation flickering for only a moment before she reached out and took your hand, her fingers curling around yours in a gesture that felt at once familiar and entirely new. Her touch sent a warmth through you, steadying your nerves as the tension between you eased further.
As you walked out of the cafĂŠ together, her hand warm in yours, the world around you seemed to blur into insignificance. The usual noise of the city streetsâhonking cars, chatter from passersbyâfaded into the background as the two of you fell into an easy rhythm. Liaâs steps matched yours, her shoulder occasionally brushing against your arm, and every now and then, you glanced at her. Her soft smile, illuminated by the golden glow of the streetlights, carried a quiet promise that made your heart ache in the best way.
You gave her hand a gentle squeeze, testing the waters, and she looked up at you, her eyes bright with a mixture of shyness and excitement. The small action spoke louder than words, her slight squeeze in return confirming what you both already knew: this wasnât just two friends reconnecting. This was something new, something fragile yet full of possibility.
By the time you reached the restaurant, the hesitation youâd felt earlier had all but melted away. The hum of the city was a distant backdrop as you opened the door for her, gesturing for her to enter first. She smiled, murmuring a quiet âthank youâ as she stepped inside, her gaze lingering on yours for just a beat longer than necessary.
Inside, the warm, inviting glow of the restaurant felt like an extension of the moment you were sharing. As you sat down, the conversation flowed more easily, the earlier tension giving way to lighthearted laughter and comfortable silences that spoke of a connection neither of you could deny. And as you watched her, her smile radiant and her eyes sparkling across the table, you knew without a doubt: this wasnât just a return to what you had before. This was the beginning of something real.
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short n' sweet (social media au) - op81
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Summary: The one where in an attempt to figure out who Y/N is dating, the internet come up with theories only to realise she is dating none other than Oscar Piastri and chaos ensues.
Pairing: oscar piastri x pop star!reader (model used: sabrina carpenter) (and domingooo)
Warnings: cursing (i think), sabrina carpenter is horny but it's okay we ride with it, feat the internet being the internet, i have a big fat crush on mercello hernandez so you have been warned
Auhtor note: came all this way, had to explain, direct from @percervall; mar this one is for you, i haven't had this much fun in a long time so thank you for indulging my brainrot and excitementđđŤś
Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.
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yourusername: toto, i have a feeling we're not in kansas anymore. short'n sweet cumming to a city near you! first stop: columbus, ohio
user: bro just give me ONE chance
user: SHE'S GORGEOUS â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
user: te amo diva
user: don't know if i wanna be with her or i wanna be her
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user: see you tomorrow pookie
user: cant wait to see u đŤśđźâ¨đ¤
user: sheâs the sweetest & shortest đ
user: itâs Y/N's world and weâre just living in itđđ¤đ¤đđđ
user: is he talking about TOTO FUCKING WOLFF??
user: why is f1 everywhere, no she isn'tđ
tiktokuser1
caption: bed chem from opening night!!
user: that mic is ON! â¨
user: I LOVE THIS DIVA!!
user: watching this isnât enough, I have to be there
user: I need that bed.. NEOWWW
user: SHE BETTER BRING THE DAMN TOUR TO AUSTRALIA CAUSE THE FOMO IS CRAZY
user: oh i think she'll be bringing the tour to australia alright
user: what does that mean??
user: what do you know!!
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caption: YO I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING BUT SHORT N' SWEET TOUR IS THAT GIRL!!
user: 'have you ever tried this one?' ugh her mindđ
user: IS THIS THE NEW NONESENSE OUTRO FOR THIS TOUR I NEED TO KNOW
user: i can't take my eyes off this, i've been staring at it for the past five minutes!
user: okay diva we see youđ
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yourusername: hello l.a., are you ready to wrap it up?
user: OSCAR JACK PIASTRI WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
user: okay who is he and why is he lurking in my diva's likes?
user: MY QUEEN (me typing this while listening to espresso đ)
user: just a girl living life and making everyone fall in love with her
user: iâm 26 and AFRAID of Y/N Y/LN
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user: the caption and the last pic with the kittens the vibes don't match i love youđ
yourusername: stoppp, i diee
user: how is this tour like halfway over ????? second leg of tour maybe???? đ
tiktokuser3
caption: have you ever tried this one?
user: i don't know how she keeps coming up with these
user: imagine having this much freak, i wouldn't be able to leave my house
user: am i the only one who is excited for the last three shows in la??
user: her boyfriend is one lucky guy that's for sure
user: she has a boyfriend??
user: girl who do you think the guy in the white jacket and the thick accent is?
tiktokuser4
caption: omg guysđđ domingo is heređđ
user: CAME ALLL THIS WAAY HAD TO EXPLAAAIN
user: deerect from domingoo
user: okay hear me out... mercello and Y/N??
user: noooo, this crossover is actually too insane i can't handle it
user: look at how he's looking at her bro's down badđ
tiktokuser5
caption: WE'VE LOST HER TO DOMINGO GUYS
user: somebody call kyle and tell him the good newsđ
user: who's kyle?
user: omg do you live under a rock or something?
user: am i the only one who thinks they are not dating?
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yourusername: LA night 2 âĽď¸đ second locationnnn maybe heâs biiii!!! see you tonight for our last show of the US leg :â) how the hell
user: God bless your Dadâs genetics, Domingo
user: OMG DOMINGOOO⌠âNOW SHES WITH A HOT GUY BUT HE LOOKS GAY, HEARD HIS NAMES DOMINGOâ
user: DOMINGO IS CHEATING ON KELSEY
user: no hate to domingo, but oscar jack piastri liked this post under 1 minuteđđ
user: i think we've established that she is probably dating marcello, please stop with the delulu
user: Y/N IM HEREđš
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user: marcelo hernandez had the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever⌠and he did
user: the budget for this tour is insane⌠feels like a literal broadway production
user: came all this way, let her explain deeerect from LA
yourusername
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yourusername: date night but make it our way tagged: oscarpiastri
user: i'm sorrryyyy, but the dress is giving andie andersonn
yourusername: princess sophia is having some fun tonightt
user: this is still the most mind boggling couple ever BUT YOU LOOK GOOD THO
user: i'm so normal about this, i am sooooo normal about this
user: it's giving ross from friends and i am here for it
user: the best hard launch in the history of hard launches
oscarpiastri: great show, even better after party
yourusername: why did i know you were going to comment this
oscarpiastri: i'm literally sitting right next to you and you saw me type it
user: unhinged gf x calm bf duo is superior and this is the biggest proof ever
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marcellohdz: but what about domingo...
yourusername: i'm sorry domingo...
user: but is mark webber still alive, MARK ARE YOU THERE
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oscarpiastri: came all this way, had to explain... tagged: yourusername
yourusername: 100% recommend, 5-star service
oscarpiastri: đ
yourusername: đĽ°
user: mister oscar jack piastri god bless your dad's genetics indeed
user: world class driving, world class relationship reveal
landonorris: okay but do we get free concert tickets ooor?
oscarpiastri: đ
yourusername: of course!
user: this is actually so cute i'm going to throw up
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user: have you ever tried this one just took a whole other meaning
user: wait, are we going to see them together in las vegas??
user: the hard launching is insaneee
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Seriously!
I tear it apart because it gives me new ways to love it.
Returning to a beloved classic years later and finding a new way it speaks to you because you learned something new that lends it entirely novel context.
Talking to a friend of yours who examines things through a totally different lens. Someone who doesn't share your identity or has had different life experiences from you or something like that might pull something you never would have seen about a piece of art and completely change the way you see it.
Watching it and seeing how it's in conversation with other art that's trying to do something similar.
Working on something and being horribly stuck, and then some movie or book you're returning to or reading for the first time unlocks something in your own work that gets you past that roadblock.
Breaking down the details of what specific artistic decisions make it so good and applying those lessons to your own creative work.
There's something joyful in each of these practices, something that pulls more and more and more out of these pieces of art and makes you appreciate them more and more over time.
And yeah, sometimes that means finding something you don't like about it. But sometimes you find there's an artistic reason that makes it deeper than you thought and throws it into a new perspective, or you just...simply accept the fact that you can dislike things about something you otherwise love. No piece of art is perfect. But just because you find a flaw in something, even a glaring one, doesn't mean it's ruined. Edgar Wright's really bad at writing women a lot of the time. The female characters in his films often have little agency or development. Baby Driver has this problem too. Doesn't mean it's not a joyful film to experience that I found so relatable to my own experiences with autism. Just because a piece of art has flaws doesn't make it bad.
i find it so interesting how people act like "critically examining a piece of media" is the opposite of "enjoying that piece of media." rip to you but i actually find it really enjoyable and compelling to dissect and think through the art i engage with
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Thinking of the first time the 141 discover you on a website for Sugar Babies...
TW: Sex work, specifically being a sugar baby. Mention of insanity, but it's mostly exaggeration; this one's pretty SFW, but I would proceed with caution because the subject matter is adult. Not Proofread!!
This is the first instalment of something Iâll continue writing about!!! And also my first post!!!! Yipeeeeđđđ
Iâm thinking about one tired, slow, dull day with our favourite 141 boys as they sit around waiting to receive orders and go-tos from higher-ups. Theyâve done everything they could to pass the time: Polished and prepared the weaponry, sorted and stored old files, and Simon even got desperate enough to fold, wash and tuck in bedding for the second time. But eventually, they ran out of little distractions and were left waiting for orders that might never come. Bit by bit, it was driving them mad. The first to snap was Gaz, who was already pacing up and down the base like a madman. Out of desperation, he grabbed his laptop that he hid under his bed and opened it. He knew he wasnât allowed to access electronic devices while at base; frankly, he wasnât even supposed to have them at all. But Price couldnât be bothered to chastise his sergeant, as he was equally starting to get desperate for some action too.Â
Gaz just started opening tabs, looking for anything to pass the time. He wasnât sure what his goal was other than to find something that might quell his building insanity. Thatâs when he saw it. Some sort ofâŚdating website? No, not entirely that. It was filled with livestreams, gorgeous younger men and women just talking. He looked further and found it was some kind of sugar baby service where people could come on and interact with lonely rich fellas with cash to spend. Interesting, but not his thing. He was about to exit the page when he spotted your livestream. You were attractive, no doubt about that, but you also seemed a lot more nervous than the other âsugar babiesâ on this website acted. Like you were new to all this. Your live stream was just you sitting on your bed with the laptop in front of you, only having a dozen or so viewers at most. Curiosity struck him, and his finger moved to click on your livestream.Â
The audio of you talking played out of the speakers on the laptop, making the other three men's heads turn in Gazâs direction. You spoke softly, careful with your words as you talked about yourself and your day, answering questions now and again. It was intriguing. You had each of their attention with the way you spoke. None of them had spoken to a civilian for months. Outside of the 141, they barely even saw another human being with the way they were stuck there. So hearing your voice felt like singing angels to them, one that came to pull them out of the darkness of their minds. Soap and Simon silently shuffled to where Gaz was and leered behind him, watching you talk over his shoulder. Price continued to sit on his side of the room, but he was still entranced by your voice. Even ordering Gaz to turn up the volume if it got too quiet.
Gaz soon realised that the livestream was nearing its end. You hadnât earned a lot of money, and you were slowly losing steam. But Gaz was desperate. He needed to hear your voice again. To talk to you, speak to you, interact with you somehow. His fingers moved before his brain did, and he input his card details into the website faster than the speed of sound. You had to pay in order to leave a comment and interact on this kind of website, so he tipped you a healthy sum of cash before typing out the quickest sentence he could to get your attention.
âDo you have a boyfriend?â
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hi!! I came across you and I thought your work is really amazing!! This is my first time asking something like this haha but for everything a first :) I really love figure skating and I was wondering if you could make a oneshot or any headcannons of the reactions of blue lock characters haha (mostly rin nagi and sae)! (sorry if I made some mistakes, English is t my first language)
ice, ice, baby!
âË á˘ blue lock various x figure skater! reader.
⤡ what kind of relationships rin, sae, and nagi (separate) would be in.
itoshi rin
âif youâre going to do something, do it with your entire heart.â
rin met you when he was only ten years old. you were his next door neighbor with a feverish dream to become the best figure skater in the world. although it may have been one of the loftiest dreams anyone might hear, he believed in you the same way you did for him. and together, he will see you perform all over the country, with him in arms waiting.
so when a cold rainy day comes and the two of you were walking home together under a shared umbrella, he wanted to say something. but you beat him to it. standing in front of your door, you turned around and smiled, saying only two things: i will be leaving to russia tomorrow morning to train with a new coach.Â
this first part came as a no brainer to him, of course you would leave. just as sae did a few months ago, you were beginning to flap the wings you were blessed with. however, the second part was what kept him on his toes, heart punching up to his throat: and i love you, rin.
after departing in the morning, he would stay up late to watch your performances on television. even when he had early practice, it was complete habit to see you on screen. your presence on the ice was unmatched by many of your cohorts in russia. cold and calculative, yet free flowing. like a confident stream you graced the fields with a polished play. alongside a perfectly timed quad axel, it placed you right at the top of the world.
the ultimate power couple. when youâre at the kiss and cry, youâll say his name to the camera before blowing a kiss. meanwhile, whenever he scores a goal, heâll raise his fist in a catching motion, bringing it up to his lips as he hides his faint smile behind his hand. your performances will always be dedicated to each other and it drives the press mad (rightfully so).Â
when you return to japan, heâs the first person that you see at the airport. in only a matter of seconds, with his extremely long legs and speed, he is wrapping his arms around you tightly, inhaling your scent as he lays his head on your shoulder.Â
he would immediately take you back to all your favorite places. during your time away, he had taken a multitude of pictures and sent you dozens of instagram reels of cafes. now that you were here in his arms, it made going to them all the more real (or maybe not, with you sitting in front of him, enjoying a mont blanc and latte, it feels like the perfect dream).Â
sleeping in the same bed as him had never felt any better. while you knew him to be a drooler, you would have never expected him to be clingier than a koala. he is keeping you flushed against his chest the entire night. if you think about getting water, he will follow you with arms tangled with yours.Â
itoshi sae
âiâll carve my name into ice while you all watch in awe.âÂ
the only other person with the same amount of arrogance as him was you, a rebellious teenager he found on the streets of spain. you tried to pickpocket him on his first day in the country. instead of reporting you to the police, he asked you one simple question that changed the trajectory of your life: if you had the chance to do anything, what would it be?
some people viewed you as a lost cause in the figure skating world. having started extremely late compared to your other peers, your name was rubbish and caked in dirt. however, it never stopped sae from coming to see you after every practice, watching as you practiced your spins and salchows underneath the dim lights of the arena with a coach heâd hired. to him, you were a diamond in the rough that just needed a push.
he didnât think much about your relationship until it was late at night. you were walking back with him to a hotel, face covered with masks to avoid intruding paparazzi. it started off with small talk, like family and friends (you learned he had a very cocky but sweet brother back in japan), but it quickly diverged into something more intimate that had the two of you walking into his room with intertwined pinkies.
when it came time to perform in the qualifying rounds, you had plunged the stadium with wails and tears. overcoming the countryâs beloved skater by a wide margin, you stood above everyone, head raised high as you pointed up to the cameras, hardening your gaze as you mouthed saeâs name. you must have known he was watching from the corners of the locker room.Â
the world of figure skating was going to change with you, a new generation skater that rose from nothing.Â
sae feels immense pride when it comes with you. even though there were many curve balls thrown in your direction, whether it be from bad press or his persistent fanbase, the smile you hid beneath the covers reassured him that you were going to stick it out. nothing in the world could compare to the happiness you felt when you were with sae. because with him, you knew you could do anything.
dates typically consist of fancy meals or sightseeing trips. he isnât particularly drawn to these activities himself, but what motivates him is the thought of treating you to something new. whether it be a pretty dessert from down the street that costed an arm and a leg, or seeing the stars as you walk along the beach, heâll dedicate a huge chunk of his income to letting you see the world in its fullest.
matching photocards on the back of your phone cases. sae uses a clear one so he can flip his phone around and stare at you before every game. while some think heâs admiring your smile (as beautiful as it is), heâs actually sees you as the perfect rival to his games. although you were both in different sports, the two of you constantly pushed each other to your limits, showing the world what it means to be the very best.Â
nagi seishiro
âthere is no point in anything if you arenât going to have fun.âÂ
he wasnât interested in figure skating until he came across one of your performances on youtube. it was really early into middle school when he started watching you. one of the reasons why he started was because you skated to a lot of his favorite songs from video games he liked. the second reason was because you looked like you were having fun.Â
unlike most figure skaters heâs seen, you made the sport look enjoyable (he thinks everyone else looks extremely constipated when theyâre too focused). with a beautifully confident smile, you danced across the ice, performing triple axels and a perfect biellmann spin. you skated as if you truly loved this sport, and this was the selling point for him (maybe this is when he started to be called a certified fanboy).
when he arrived to blue lock, the first thing he wanted to win back was his phone so he could keep up with your recent uploads. even when you arenât posting something figure skating related, your miniature q&a sessions were entertaining enough to keep him awake for the rest of the night, much to reoâs dismay (he wanted to sleep early for once).
the best thing reo had gifted him were a pair of tickets to see you perform at one of the biggest skating rinks in the country. nagi was almost shaking in his seat in excitement, eyes wider than saucers when you stepped into the arena with the prettiest outfit known to man. you blew kisses and waved to the audience, giving them your signature smile. you suddenly stopped in your tracks to deliver a long kiss in nagiâs direction, something that sent him into an early cardiac arrest.
your relationship with him blossoms after seeing him at the local convenience store. the two of you had awkwardly reached for the same cup noodle. even though you were dressed in a simple, oversized black hoodie and a mask that hid half of your face, he easily recognized you by the sound of your voice. nagiâs phone would have dropped to the ground if it wasnât for you catching it midway. when the screen lights up with a picture of you as his wallpaper, you smile and type in your number, throwing his phone back to him as you take the cup noodle and leave.
you and him would text consistently. after every practice he would immediately rush over to his phone to see if you had left any messages. expect a lot of back and forth photos. nagiâs pictures consisting of things he saw that reminded him of you while you sent him photos of yourself at practice or a recent choreograph.Â
imagine how shocked your youtube fanbase is when you show up with your 6â3 boyfriend who barely shows up on camera because hes too tall for your tripod. youâre teaching him how to ice skate and although he started as a wobbly giraffe, he easily picked up a lot of tricks. he might not be the best at doing jumps but his footwork was impeccable (you like to tease him about switching careers but he lazily replies with his face in your shoulder about how much work itâll be).Â
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What do I have to do to get some filthy Nico thoughts this morning? Xoxo
not much, honestly
was thinking about how absolutely rabid heâd be after that canes game, all high on winning. but unfortunately for him, youâd be out of service for a few more days, mother nature having paid you a visit a couple of days ago. of course youâd help him out, giving him a nice, long, treat on your knees to reward him for the victory, but he wouldnât be satisfied until he could have all of you.
heâd be such a little menace about it too. snaking his arms around you while youâre in front of the mirror, doing your hair, letting them rest dangerously low on your waist. little smacks to your ass anytime you pass by him. waking you up in the morning by rutting his morning semi against your ass.
and when the two of you are out in public? god, heâs almost worse than when youâre at home. drinks with the guys turned into you being trapped in the booth, nicoâs hand resting high on your thigh, fingers brushing you over your underwear. you knew wearing this dress was risky, especially with how heâs been the last couple days, but you figured since you would be out with the guys heâd be on his best behavior. but of course you were wrong. his long pinky makes long, drawn out circles on your barely covered clit, working you up continuously just to casually slide his hand away. only to do it all over again every ten minutes.
then, when you came to visit him at the rink for lunch, he was dragging you into a random corner, kissing you like he was trying to take all of the oxygen from your body. his heavy frame pinning you against the smooth wall of whatever deserted hallway you were in. he knew you were close to being his again, having his own tracker app on his phone for your cycle. which also means he knew you were in the stage where you were becoming increasingly more desperate and horny as the hours ticked by.
ânicoâŚnot here. please. you know we canât. just another day or so,â youâd pant out, so close to just letting him have his way with you anyways. his response would be a hand coming up to cup over your sex, digging the palm of his hand into your clothed clit. âjust think of everything you couldâve had already. all the fun youâve missed out on, caused me to miss out onâ he whispers gruffly in your ear, biting the sensitive skin there. âdonât you think i finally deserve my reward for having such a good game the other night?â
you let out a harsh gasp, the sight of your open mouth and perfect tongue poking out combined with your wild eyes nearly enough to make him start ripping clothes off right here, not a care in the world if anyone would see the two of you or not. he brings a hand up to pinch your bottom lip between his fingers, pulling the skin out. he has the urge to do something he never has before, which is letting a dribble of spit drop directly from his mouth into the small pocket created by your outstretched bottom lip.
he watches your pupils dilate in surprise, releasing your skin so it snaps back into place. he looks down at your throat, watching you swallow the saliva he just transferred to you. he smirks, knowing by the look on your face, and clench of your thighs, heâs almost got you.
you hear footsteps approaching the two of you, straightening up and pushing nico away from you only slightly, not wanting to get caught in a compromising position in his workplace. an equipment manager rounds the corner, looking up when he notices the two of you and waves.
âhey cap! got that new stick in you were wanting! on my way to go pick it up now, actually. meet me out on the ice?â he waves in greeting, cheery attitude showing heâs excited about the delivery.
âsure thing! see you out there in a few!â nico responds just as enthusiastically, a stark contrast from his demeanor mere seconds ago. you both watch the man retreat down the hallway, having given you a small wave of goodbye, which you returned.
âokay wellâŚiâllâŚuhâŚsee you at home, yeah?â you clear your throat, hardly able to concentrate on the words youâre speaking.
âmhmm. see you in a bit,â he places a kiss to your forehead, backing away from your still stunned figure. âoh! and stop by the kitchen on your way out. grab a water, you seem a littleâŚthirsty,â he smirks at you as he walks backwards, teasing you for just how quick you were to accept and swallow his spittle moments ago.
that night when he returned home, he couldnât find you anywhere. you werenât in the living room on the couch, in the small kitchen, in the bedroom. when he called out your name you emerged from the shared walk in closet, clad in his favorite lingerie set of yours.
âgood news, neeks,â is all you managed to get out before he was stomping towards you, backing you against the floor-to-ceiling shelving of the closet. a few shoes dropped off the shelf at the force of his actions, but that was the least of your worries right now. you could fix them in the morning, considering the two of you never managed to leave the space the whole night, waking up on the carpeted floor to his soft snores, one of his suit jackets draped over your naked body as a makeshift blanket.
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Imagine that you just kinda forgot how Optimus looks in his vehicle mode.
You're having a wonderful day, and you feel so pretty that you begin to check yourself out in the reflection of this unsuspecting truck, doing cute poses and shit. I feel like Optimus would just blow a fuse on the spot. lol he would spontaneously combust, and I would have a heart attack after realizing it was him, lmao
Inspired by this little gem
https://www.tumblr.com/joetastic2739/767149100578816000/she-rarely-gets-a-chance-to-admire-herself
thank you <33
this is so cute omgggggg,,
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He knows he should say something. He should speak up. But he canât. Not when youâre admiring your reflection in his freshly polished paint.
He noticed you from afar and immediately paid attention to how you looked. Optimus wasnât particularly familiar with Earthâs fashion or clothing; it had never interested him enough to explore further. However, he was observantâespecially when it came to you. He quickly realized that you looked different, having abandoned your usual style in favor of something new. And judging by your body language, you were clearly pleased with the outfit youâd chosen.
He was a little⌠disappointed that you didnât recognize him, especially after so many months of knowing each other, but the spectacle before him more than made up for it. The way you stretched, showing yourself off from every angle, your wide, radiant smile. It wasnât in his nature to judge a book by its cover, but the word âbeautifulâ came unbidden to his processor. He felt his systems start to overheatâŚ
He needs to put a stop to this. Heâs letting himself indulge too much, being far too greedy. Heâs devouring you with his optics like some kind of beast, utterly unable to look away. But he allows himself one more second, one more fleeting moment, before you notice and put up a wall, and the spectacle ends.
â[Name].â
When you jump in place, startled, he immediately regrets speaking at all. He knows your oversight will cool things between you for a while, but the fire he felt watching you in your unawareness will warm him for a long, long time.
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I REALLY WANT TO KISS YOU - LANDO NORRIS
The paddock was nearly empty. Only faint lights illuminated a few tents, and a handful of mechanics were packing up the last tools of the night. Just two races left, and the season would be over. Although the championship hadnât gone Landoâs way, the atmosphere wasnât melancholyâit felt nostalgic. A blend of exhaustion, pride, and the inevitable âwhat ifs.â
You leaned against a metal railing, watching as Lando, a few meters away, chatted distractedly with one of his engineers. He was smiling, but you could sense there was something deeper beneath the surface, something he was working through quietly. When he finished the conversation, his eyes searched for you in the shadows. The moment he spotted you, he walked over with a half-smile that sent your heart racing.
Lando stopped a few steps away, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket and studying you intently.
âWhat is it?â you asked, your voice light but tinged with nervousness.
âWhat are you doing here?â he asked, his tone playful, that familiar teasing lilt he used to deflect anything serious.
âI wanted to check on you, to make sure you were okay,â you admitted, glancing at him sideways.
He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. âYou donât have to. Iâm fine, really.â
âI know,â you said, taking a breath as you carefully chose your words. âBut⌠Lando, you did something incredible this year, you know that? Everyone expected big things from the others, but youâyou surprised everyone. You fought until the very end, and thatâs what matters.â
He looked at you, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to gauge whether you really meant it. When he found no hesitation in your expression, he sighed softly and smiledâthis time, with a vulnerability he rarely showed.
âThank you. Really. I think I needed that.â
You looked at him, and despite his words, something in his demeanor made you want to comfort him. Without thinking too much, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him.
Lando stiffened for a moment, surprised, but then let out a small laugh as he hugged you back, resting his chin lightly on your shoulder.
âThis helps more than words,â he murmured against your hair.
When you finally pulled away, he didnât move far. His gaze lingered on yours, and something in his eyes had shiftedâsomething warm that made your cheeks heat up.
âWhatâs wrong?â you asked, letting out a nervous laugh.
Lando blinked, then leaned against the railing beside you, a genuine, low laugh escaping his lips.
âI was just thinking about something really stupid.â
âWhat?â you pressed, curiosity evident in your voice.
He looked at you, biting his bottom lip as if debating whether to say it. Finally, with a shrug and a soft chuckle, he confessed, âI was thinking that I really want to kiss you right now.â
Your eyes widened as your heart sped up, heat rushing to your cheeks.
âAnd that seems stupid to you?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady even as your pulse thundered in your ears.
âA little,â he admitted, âbut itâs also true.â
The air between you seemed to grow heavier, charged with a new kind of energy. You stared at him, trying to figure out if he was serious or just teasing.
âSo, whatâs stopping you?â you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding in your chest.
Landoâs expression softened, his usual playful demeanor melting into something more serious as he leaned closer.
âNothing, I guess,â he murmured.
And before you could say another word, his lips were on yours. The kiss was slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment, ensuring this was exactly what he wanted. When he felt you respond, his grip on your waist tightened slightly, the kiss deepening into something that felt like it had been building for a long time.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were slightly out of breath, wearing matching smiles that neither could suppress.
âWell,â he said, his voice soft and tinged with humor, âthat felt a lot less stupid than I thought it would.â
You laughed, giving him a playful shove. âYouâre impossible.â
âMaybe,â he replied, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together. âBut Iâm also the guy who just kissed you, so I must be doing something right.â
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ISHAâS DEATH
Sevika x fem!reader
Summary: Sevika is devastated after learning that Isha, the young girl Jinx had found and whom Sevika had grown close to, died sacrificing herself to protect Jinx during a violent incident. Stricken with guilt and grief, Sevika crumbles, unable to cope with the loss, especially since she wasnât there when it happened. In a rare moment of vulnerability, Sevika falls apart in your arms, desperately needing comfort.
The news came like a thunderstorm on a clear day.
Sevika had always been the one who was prepared for anything, the one who could take on a hundred enemies without flinching, the one who could shoulder any burden, no matter how heavy. But this newsâthis thingâwas different. It wasnât a fight. It wasnât a betrayal. It wasnât something that could be punched out of existence.
It was a loss. A cruel, senseless loss.
Isha. The little girl Jinx had found when she was barely more than a whisper of herself, a non-verbal, rebellious spark of defiance that had found a home in the chaos of the world they lived in. Isha, the one Sevika had grown attached to, who had wormed her way into her heart with her unspoken resilience and her quiet, yet unwavering loyalty.
And now she was gone.
Sevika stood at the doorway, her broad frame framed by the dim light outside, looking like she had just been struck by a physical blow. Her eyes were wide, unseeing, staring at the floor as if it could give her the answers she needed. Her normally composed expression was gone, replaced by something raw, something wild, as if she was trying to process the unthinkable.
You had heard the whispers long before she walked through the doorâgossip, rumors, half-truthsâbut you had hoped, prayed that it wasnât true. That Isha was still out there, laughing her silent laugh, running circles around Jinx as they always did.
But when Sevika had stepped into the apartment, her face a mask of disbelief, you knew.
You knew that the storm was finally here.
âSevikaâŚâ you whispered, your voice a tentative thread of concern. You had never seen her like this.
Sevika didnât answer, and you knew she wouldnât. She wasnât the type to speak when words could never be enough. You approached her slowly, your heart pounding, unsure of what to do, how to comfort her when the hurt was so vast, so endless.
Her eyes met yours, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. They were empty. There was no fire in them, no hardness, no walls. Only a hollow, vast emptiness that swallowed everything in its path.
âIshaâs dead,â Sevika rasped, her voice thick, hoarse, and cracking. âShe⌠she died saving Jinx. I wasnât there. I wasnât there⌠and sheâs dead.â
The words didnât feel real, not in the way they should. Isha was a kid, a girl who had barely started her life, a girl whoâd found something like family in the wreckage of their broken world.
The details were hazy, but you had heard enoughâan accident. A violent break-out. A sacrifice.
She had stepped in front of Jinx.
You felt the ground beneath you tilt. Isha had always been so quiet, so protective in her own way, but you hadnât thought of her being so⌠brave. To protect someone with her life, someone who meant everything to her⌠to her family. You knew how much Sevika had cared for Ishaâshe had never said it aloud, but in the quiet moments, when Jinx was distracted or the others were fighting, Sevika had been the one to watch over the girl.
The one who tried to fill the space that had been left when everything had fallen apart.
You reached out instinctively, your hand brushing the sleeve of Sevikaâs jacket, but she flinched away as if your touch was too much, too soon. It was like she couldnât breathe, like the air had thickened and pressed against her chest.
âI wasnât there,â she repeated, this time with more anguish, her voice cracking under the weight of guilt and helplessness. âI wasnât there. I shouldâve been there. I shouldâveââ
Her voice broke on the last word, and before you could stop her, Sevika dropped to her knees. You rushed to her side, your heart in your throat, but she was already shaking. Not violently, but with that quiet tremble that comes before something breaks.
âI shouldâve been there,â Sevika whispered again, almost to herself, her hands gripping the floor like she was trying to anchor herself to something solid, something real. âI promised⌠I promised Iâd protect her.â
You knelt beside her, your arms reaching out to her cautiously. You werenât sure if she wanted comfort, if she wanted anything from you at all. But when she didnât pull away, you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her into your chest, pressing her face to your neck, the warmth of her breath sending a chill through your body.
Her hands clenched at the fabric of your shirt, like she was trying to hold on to something that wasnât slipping away. Her body trembled against yours, and the soft sobs that had been building inside her finally spilled out in a quiet, guttural sound.
âI couldnât protect her,â Sevika gasped, her voice trembling with frustration and sorrow. âI wasnât there when she needed me. I wasnât there when she gave herself up. I couldnât⌠I didnâtââ
You shushed her gently, running your fingers through her hair, pressing her closer to you. You knew the words wouldnât heal the wound, not now, not with what had happened. But you also knew that she needed to feel something besides the crushing weight of guilt and helplessness.
âShe knew you loved her, Sevika,â you whispered, your voice soft but firm. âShe knew you wouldâve been there if you could. She knew you wouldâve died for her. She knew.â
Sevikaâs sobs deepened, her body going limp against yours as she let go of the dam she had been holding inside. She clung to you like a lifeline, her tears soaking your neck, her breath ragged and uneven. She wasnât just mourning Ishaâs death. She was mourning her own inability to protect the one person who had needed her the most, who had trusted her the most.
âI failed her,â Sevika whispered through the tears. âI failed her like I failed everything. I failed them all.â
âNo,â you said softly, your hand pressing against the back of her head, guiding her gently back to look at you. âNo, you didnât. Youâve been there for them, for Jinx, for everyone. You canât save everyone, Sevika. Not all of them.â
The words felt empty, but you couldnât find any better way to express the helplessness that had settled over you both. The truth was, there was no right way to console someone in the face of such loss. You couldnât bring Isha back. You couldnât undo the past.
But you could hold Sevika. You could hold her as she crumbled in your arms.
âIâm here,â you murmured, your voice steady despite the heartbreak you felt inside. âIâm here, Sevika. Youâre not alone in this. Youâre not alone.â
It wasnât much, but it was all you had to give. And, in that moment, it had to be enough.
So, you stayed there with Sevika, cradling her in your arms as her sobs slowly began to taper off into quiet, exhausted whimpers. The weight of her grief still pressed down on her like a suffocating storm, but her tears had slowed, the brokenness of it all sinking deeper into her bones.
She didnât speak anymoreâjust leaned into you, her breath shallow and uneven, her body trembling in your arms as if she couldnât quite shake the agony of the moment.
There was no magic cure for the pain she felt. No comforting words that would ever be enough to erase the guilt and loss clawing at her heart. Isha was gone, and no amount of regret could bring her back.
Still, you kept holding her. One hand pressed against her back, the other running through her hair in slow, soothing strokes. It wasnât much, but it was the only thing you could offerâyour presence, your warmth, and the unwavering understanding that she didnât have to shoulder this alone.
You could feel her exhaustion seeping through her, the weight of everything finally wearing her down, and slowly, very slowly, her body relaxed. The tense shuddering of her muscles eased, her sobs becoming faint little gasps. You shifted slightly, adjusting your position to support her more comfortably, but she didnât pull away.
You kept your voice quiet, just barely a whisper, speaking into the quiet space between you both. âItâs okay to rest now, Sevika. Youâve been holding on for so long⌠itâs okay.â
Her only response was a small, broken exhale, and then, finally, her body went completely limp in your arms. She was stillâcompletely stillâand her breath became deeper, more regular, as if sleep had finally claimed her.
The tears had stopped, leaving only the softest trace of salt on your skin. You felt her weight, the heaviness of her heartbreak, resting on you as she slept. Her face was peaceful for the first time in what felt like forever, though the faintest shadow of pain still lingered in her features.
You didnât want to move. You didnât want to disturb her. Sevika, the fighter, the protector, was finally letting herself fall apart, and for the first time, she was allowing herself to be weak, to be human. The woman who could take on the world had crumbled into your arms, and though it tore your heart to pieces, you couldnât help but feel a sense of tenderness toward her in that moment.
You stayed with her, as the hours passed, your body still aching from the grief you couldnât fix. But as Sevika slept, the sound of her breath steadying in the crook of your neck, you realized something. She had needed this, even if she couldnât admit it. Even if she hadnât known she needed it. She had needed to break, needed to feel the comfort of being held in someone elseâs arms, to know she didnât have to be strong all the time.
And so, you stayed.
The night passed, and time seemed to lose meaning as you sat there, holding Sevika as she slept. Her heartbeat had slowed, her face now softened in sleep, and despite everythingâthe tragedy, the pain, the emptinessâyou felt a quiet hope bloom inside you.
Tomorrow, you would help her heal. It wouldnât happen quickly, and it wouldnât be easy, but together, you would find a way to carry the weight of this loss.
For now, you just held her.
And in the stillness of the night, as the world outside seemed to hold its breath, you wished you could make the ache in her heart disappear. But for tonight, you could only be there, as she rested, utterly brokenâbut not alone.
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I love your Homicipher hc, they are so good! Would you be willing to do some N/ SFW for Mr. Chopped too? Like you did for some of the others? I understand if you don't want to or if it makes you uncomfortable, thank you anyway!
MR. CHOPPED N/SFW HCS
a hc list of Mr. Chopped x reader {an: SORRY GUYS IM POSTING MAINLY HCS RN,,, fics for me take a lot longer than usual so im just posting hcs to atleast get some reach.}
warnings! : smut, cunnilingus/blowjob, idk,,, cuckhold
{an: freaky shit,,,, like hes just a head so its kinda hard to fuck. did give him a section for IF he had a body.. MAINLY HIM GIVING HEAD,, i didnt rly know how to write this im sorry!! def will write more tho,,, im into him ngl}
SFW
what it would be like to be in a relationship with Mr. Chopped.
it would be relatively hard to be in a relationship with him for obvious reasons, though not impossible!
the thought of you makes him happy, and especially when you hold him.
he would have Mr. Silvair help most of the time. usually for the romantic aspects of things though.
while Mr. Silvair doesnt quite understand the relationship, he is glad to help.
being a talking head will obviously raise a few insecurities, so just reassure him that you indeed do love him! he gets his feelings hurt easily.
he absolutely loves when you play with his hair. if you put bows in it or decorate it, that will make it all the more special for him.
the first time he bit you when he was sleeping, had him crying for hours. he felt so bad that he harmed you in any way, and it took a while for him to "recover"
he loves kisses! he always shouts things like "Up, Up" or "Desire, Carry!" just so he can kiss you.
if you manage to get a hold of make up or something, he would absolutely love for you to do his makeup. {he likes to feel pretty}
he is a very sensitive boy, also a crybaby. how cuuuttteee...
if Mr. Silvair gives him a body, {ignore that one ending... we dont talk about it} then he wpuld be even more excited to see you.
the moment he gets a body would mean so many hugs and affection as a thank you for saving him.
he gets picked on a lot by the others so he usually tries his best to come to you.
NSFW
sex...?
sex is definitely a hard concept with him.
while yes, it is possible, just not in the way intended.
you could see him more as a pure object for your pleasure honestly, and he wants that.
whether you are amab or afab, he is perfect for the situation.
ive seen this referenced by another writer, but he would be like a "rose toy" or a "fleshlight" as people call it.
its a secret pleasure to watch you go at it with someone else. {ex: Mr. Silvair or someone.}
if he is gifted a body though, he definitely will pay you back for saving him in the first place.
personally he would be a soft and sensual lover with his new body, rarely going rough unless specifically asked to.
he is more of a giving top. definitely not dominant but is a top. he cares more about your pleasure than his. though, he does get all giddy when you wish to go down on his or something.
he is open to literally anything you want, he would have very few limitations on what he would do, but everything is open for discussion.
again, definitely either wants to watch you have sex with someone else, OR wants someone else to watch you and him go at it. {he would prefer Silvair.}
he definitely likes when you pull his hair or use him. will be submissive sometimes.
he is the type to cry during sex...
omfmg i love him sm
{ made by @whokilledsamara }
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It Takes Two
Robert had hit the jackpot with Liam. They just clicked in a way that he never had with any of his previous partners, or honestly, even his friends and family. Robert wasn't a particularly romantic person, but the word âsoulmateâ had cropped up in his thoughts more than once.
The two had the same humour, enough shared hobbies that they could always find something to do together, but were different enough that they were constantly introducing each other to new films, music, and ideas. It helped that they were both gorgeous. Liam was a little shorter than average with the trim build of a swimmer, and his sparkling blue eyes stood out below ash blond hair; Robert was taller and bulkier, but no less fit, and with dark hair and eyes. They both had great careers, great families, great friends, great lives. Robert couldn't imagine anything that could put a dent in the trajectory of their perfect relationship.
âSorry, you want what?â Robert said, blinking. He couldn't believe his ears.
âI want us both to gain weight,â Liam said, breathing slowly and shakily as if to calm himself.
âLike bulking?â Robert asked slowly, grasping for an explanation that made sense. âAt the gym?â
Liam exhaled forcefully and sat back. âNo,â he said. âI want⌠I want to be fat. I'd like it if you were too.â
Robert sat in silence for a while. âRight,â he said after a while. âOkay.â He furrowed his brow. âSorry, you're going to have to- why? I just donât- why?â
âIt's a uhâŚâ Liam closed his eyes forcefully, balled his fists, clenched his teeth. âWell it's a sex thing,â he forced out. âI have a fat fetish.â He nervously played with the napkin in front of him and looked around the restaurant. âLike, we wouldn't have to, you know, I'm not saying I'd really want us to actually gain weight.â He laughed nervously. âBut I just, I don't know, like it's a thing for me and I wanted you to know and umm well.â He took a sip of the beer in front of him. âI'd like it if we could do some stuff with it. Just, you know, roleplay or whatever, not obviously, like get fat or anything.â
The two men sat in silence for a while. âOkay,â Robert said after a while. âThat's umm⌠well it's okay, I guess.â
âYeah?â Liam said, sitting up in his chair and smiling for the first time in the conversation. âItâs okay? You don't think I'm a freak?â
Robert forced a thin smile. âYeah,â he said. âI mean no, you're not a freak, but yeah, it's okay. I uhh, I think I'll need to think about it for a while.â
âIs everything okay for you both?â their waitress boomed down at the two of them in a thick Mancunian accent. They both jumped in their seats. âSorry!â she continued. âDidn't mean to scare you!â
Robert shook his head. âSorry, no, it's fine, we were just in the middle of umm⌠Yeah. It's good. The foodâs all good.â He looked down at the half eaten burger and chips in front of him.
The waitress raised her eyebrows, clearly excited to tell her colleagues about the hot gay couple who seemed to be breaking up over dinner. âYou call me if you need anything then, won't you?â she said as she walked away.
âI'm sorry,â Liam said. âThis is a lot to just put on you, itâs weird. I just thought maybe over a meal might be easier, you know. Not as intense.â
Robert shook his head. âIt's fine, really, I just need toâŚâ He looked at the platter of sides that Liam had insisted on ordering. He'd found it odd at the time; now he found it made all too much sense. âI just need to get my head around it. Let's eat, yeah? We can talk about it in the morning?â
For the first time since they first met, their conversation was forced. They bounced between what they thought of recent movies they'd watched, banal work gossip, even at one point resorting to commenting on the weather. Slowly, the food disappeared from the table.
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Robert woke Liam up by putting a mug of coffee on his bedside table and kissing his forehead. âOkay.â
Liam opened one bleary eye. âOkay?â
âOkay,â Robert repeated. âI've been thinking about it, and okay. If it'll make you happy, we can try out putting on some weight.â He sat down on the bed next to Liam.
âWhat?â Liam said, frantically sitting up in bed, all tiredness leaving his face immediately. âYou're really- I mean, we don't actually- I'd be happy if we just did some roleplay, or maybe, I don't know, maybe a threesome with a big guy or-â
âNo you wouldn't,â Robert said. âI saw you last night. You started off with saying you wanted us to get fat, then backtracked. This will make you happy.â He took a long swig of his own coffee. âAnd you make me happy. So I guess that I'll do it.â
âRob, this is a really big⌠I meanâŚ. Why are you okay with this? This is weird, I do know that.â
Robert shrugged and pulled his phone out of his pocket. âI don't know if it is that weird, you know?â he said. âI mean, yes, obviously the specific, you know, request of it all is weird butâŚâ He brought some photos and showed them to Liam. He swiped through men with varying degrees of dad bods, plus sized models, even some men with actual, if modest, guts. âPeople are into it, I guess? Like I know that. And I'm not averse to it, some of these guys are hot and I always like it when guys do bulks andâŚâ He shrugged again and put his phone away. âI guess it would be nice to not worry about going to the gym and watching what weâre eating and stuff for a while.â
Liam hugged Robert tightly and kissed him. âThis is amazing. You're amazing.â
Robert laughed. âAlright, alright. Youâre going to owe me a lot of blowjobs for this though,â he joked.
âOh don't you worry,â Liam flirted back. âOnce youâve put on a couple of stone you wonât be able to keep me off you.â
Robertâs face paled, but he gave a strained smile. âCome on,â he said, standing up off the bed. âIâve been to the shops.â He swallowed nervously. âI thought we could have bacon and egg sandwiches for breakfast.â
-
Getting fat, Robert thought to himself a month later, was actually pretty fun. No more bothering with cardio at the gym, eating whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Food just tasted so much better if you stopped caring about how much butter you were adding, and he'd never realised how good McDonald's breakfasts were, but now was having multiple a week on his days in the office; this past week he'd even started experimenting with fast food for lunch, a luxury he'd always previously avoided. There were benefits he'd not expected as well; heâd hit multiple personal bests on lifts at the gym as all the extra food acted as fuel, and he's quickly come to enjoy the satisfying warmth of an overly full and stretched out stomach. Best of all, Liamâs sexual appetite, always healthy, had positively exploded, and the two spent most of their time together naked and eating.
Of course, not everything was rosy. Robert found it disconcerting how quickly his abs had faded and how his trousers had started pinching his sides and he would occasionally panic after they'd gorged on a particularly large meal, staring at the small curve of his gut in the mirror as he wondered what he'd agreed to. Still, he reasoned, it wasn't really noticeable yet, especially with clothes on and it really was fun just cutting loose. Besides, it made Liam happy, and Robert was quickly realising that that was all that really mattered to him. Everyone gains a bit of weight in relationships anyway.
âBest start laying off the beers Robby,â Robertâs brother Dylan said, poking the small puddle of fat at his middle. âYou're starting to look like me.â He slapped his own beer belly, grown since the birth of his daughter a couple of years before.
Robert choked on his beer. âWhat?â he said. His hand flew down to his side, feeling the thin layer of fat that had started to accumulate. He was sure that you couldn't see the gained weight through his clothes. âNo, I haven't, ummâŚâ
âAh, I'm only taking the piss,â Dylan said, slapping Robert on the shoulder before draining his pint. âI'm hardly one to talk, am I?â He gestured down at himself. âI'm just saying, our genetics, it'll catch up to you sooner or later. You've seen dad.â He leaned in conspiratorially. âHere, I saw him last week, he said he was seventeen bloody stone. I said bloody hell dad, you'll need to reinforce these chairs soon.â Robert laughed through a forced smile. âAnyway, speaking of taking the piss,â Dylan said standing up and walking to the gents.
Robert took the opportunity to survey his body. Perhaps, he thought, you could just about start to tell - sitting down anyway. His shirt fit just a tiny bit tighter than he was used to, and his torso wasn't quite as flat. He thought back to what his brother said. Would Liam want him to get as big as his dad? Seventeen stone. He tried to imagine that much weight on him. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, he reasoned, he had a good base of muscle, he wouldn't look gone to seed like his dad, with his beer gut that strained all his shirts. Still, he resolved to cut back. Liam seemed happy enough with his current size, anyway.
Four hours later, Robert stumbled through his front door, chips, cheese and gravy in hand, sauce from his already devoured kebab down his shirt. He found Liam watching a film in the living room.
âHello sexy,â Robert growled through a mouthful of cheesy chips. His cock hardened as he flopped down next to his boyfriend and began to feel up his thighs.
âHello sexy to you too,â Liam laughed. âDid you get any for me?â he asked as he stole a chip.
Robert shook his head and pushed some more chips in his mouth. âSorry, didn't think,â he said. âWas just really hungry.â
âThat's okay,â Liam said with a smile growing alongside his erection. âYou get nice and filled up.â He squeezed Robertâs middle. âI'm loving this beer bloat you've got going on,â he growled. He leaned in and kissed Robertâs neck while one hand began unbuttoning Robertâs jeans. âDid you have a good time with Dylan?â
Robert sighed as his jeans sprung open. âHe said I'm getting fat,â he told Liam. His hand fell on top of Liam's as it massaged his gut. âDo you think Iâm getting fat?â
Liam laughed. âOh don't you worry about that,â he said. âYou're nowhere near what Iâd call fat yet.â Robert smiled before belching. Liam scrunched his nose against the smell of his breath, strong with beer. He leaned in and kissed Robert, hard and long. âHow about we take those chips to the bedroom, big boy?â
-
Robert turned to the side as he looked in the mirror and sucked in. He tried to tell himself that he didn't look fat per se, but god was that getting more and more difficult. He was running out of euphemisms for his changing body; for a while heâd told himself he was looking solid, then healthy, then sturdy, burly, and husky and now he had to admit that thick was the best he could hope for. Hell, even chubby might be underselling it. He stopped sucking in and let his gut pool out, sticking out past the waistband of his new 36â waist trousers. He thought ruefully about the 38s lying in the drawer that Liam had convinced him to buy, telling him he'd be wearing them sooner rather than later. He brought his arm up and flexed. At least his muscles were growing too, but he had to admit, it was becoming less apparent as they got covered up with a layer of chub.
At least he wasn't alone in his changing body, with Liam also growing alongside him, although not nearly as fast. While Robert had recently passed two hundred and twenty pounds, Liam was lamenting how he was still fifteen pounds away from the big two-oh-oh. Robert told himself that it was just the difference in their heights, but he knew he wasn't really that much taller, and the difference in their weights really was becoming obvious. While Liamâs pudge had only just started forming a proper belly over the last five pounds, Robertâs own gut had long since reached the point of stretching out his shirts.
In a perverse way, Robert was almost beginning to enjoy how much fatter he was getting than Liam. He'd always been taller and bulkier than his boyfriend, with broader shoulders and bigger muscles, and odd as it was, he was enjoying how he was now outgrowing him in yet another way. He began to feel more masculine, more dominant, and he loved the way his new body made the smaller man go crazy and want to worship him, all while knowing that Liam would give anything to look like he did now. He'd always had a competitive streak, and this was just yet another competition to win.
Robert struggled to button up a shirt, and gritted his teeth as he felt the buttons strain around his shirt, even as his cock inexplicably swelled in his jeans. He walked downstairs and tried to ignore the sensation of his body shaking with each step to find Liam checking his hair in the mirror.
âYou ready to go?â Robert asked.
Liam looked up smiling, only for his mouth to fall open upon seeing Robert. âFuck Rob, you look massive.â He reached out to grab the bottom of Robertâs gut and gave it a small shake. âAre you sure you don't want to wear a large? It's a bit tight. There'll be loads of people there.â
Robert shrugged, the motion causing his shirt to ride up. He tugged at the hem awkwardly. âThis is a large,â he explained. âIâll need to go shopping for some extra larges this week.â
âOh wow,â Liam whispered. âExtra large, that's, wow.â He tugged at the hem of his own shirt in a mirror of Robertâs motion. Despite being a medium, Robert knew, the shirt was barely snug. Robert struggled to hide a smug smirk, even as his annoyance at his shrinking clothes mounted.
âWell you'll be wearing this shirt soon enough, eh?â Robert said before giving Liam a kiss on the cheek. âAnd then we can share extra larges once you catch up.â
Liam smiled sadly. âYeah, maybe.â His phone buzzed and he looked down at it. âTaxiâs here,â he said. âYou got everything?â
Robert nodded an affirmative, before dashing to the kitchen and grabbing a couple of chocolate bars for the road.
âGod did you see their faces?â Liam asked as they came back that night. His face was flushed with drink and arousal. âThey couldn't believe how fat we'd gotten!â
Robert burped into his fist and began to unbutton his shirt and trousers. He gave a sigh of relief as his unconstrained belly was allowed to surge forward. Liam stared at the spectacle for a second before hurriedly mimicking the motion, despite his own clothes not being nearly so restrictive.
âGood food,â Robert said simply. His cock was rock hard, as it was more and more frequently whenever he'd stuffed himself, as he had tonight. He let out another belch.
âYou ate so much,â Liam said, almost reverently. âWhen you went to the toilet, Olive asked if everything was okay. They're properly worried about how much weight we've gained.â
Robert gave a lopsided grin. He was sure they were mainly concerned about him, and not Liam, especially as he'd ended up finishing so many people's meals at the end of the night while Liam struggled to finish his own plate. He reached into his pants and gave his hard cock a squeeze. âYou know,â he whispered to Liam, raising his eyebrows suggestively. âThere's a tub of ice cream in the freezer. Maybe you could, you know, while I ate it?â
Liam's eyes widened. âYou're still hungry? Oh wow. Yeah, yeah, absolutely, I mean, wow.â His smile widened and his hands explored the sides of Robertâs gut.
âGo on then,â Robert said with a small nod of his head towards the kitchen. âI'll be upstairs.â
âOh, right, yeah. Of course, I'll just go and, yeah.â Liam dashed off towards the kitchen as Robert trudged upstairs, massaging his bloated middle.
Liam entered the bedroom to find Robert sat on the edge of the bed completely naked, with his legs spread wide to expose his thick, hard cock.
âI microwaved it for a bit,â Liam said. âSo it's easier to eat."
Robert merely grunted and spread his legs wider in response as he took the tub away from Liam, making his wants clear. Liam sank down before him and dutifully swallowed as much of his prick as he could. Robert grabbed the spoon embedded in the ice cream, and sucked what was on there before tossing it to the side. Instead he simply raised the tub to his lips and began to chug. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, relishing in the twin pleasures of head and dessert.
Okay, he thought, yes, he'd lost his hot gym body heâd worked so hard for, but god, if this is what the alternative was, who gave a shit? What did he want to work out for anyway? He was in a great relationship, getting treated like a king, so it's not like he needed to attract anyone. And besides, his brother was right, with his genetics it was always going to be a losing battle. No, it was best to just lie back, taste the ice cream, and think of England.
He climaxed just as he finished the ice cream. âThanks babe,â he grunted. âThat was great.â
âThat was really hot,â Liam enthused, unbuckling his belt and dropping his own trousers.
âAnything to make you happy,â Robert said as he crawled into bed and began scrolling on his phone.
âOh. Right,â Liam said. âYeah.â He crawled into bed next to Robert.
-
Robert burped as he brought the carton of heavy cream away from his lips. The taste was greasy and unpleasant, but he thrilled at the thought of how many calories he'd just chugged, and all before dinner.
âWhat are you doing?â Liam asked. âWeâre leaving in a moment, you still need to get changed.â
âJust topping up the tank,â Robert grinned. He pushed his gut out to make a show of it. âWhat's wrong with what I'm wearing?â
Liam looked at his watch. âWeâre eating in half an hour Rob,â he said. âAnd that shirtâs ridiculous, it's barely buttoned.â
Robert smirked and moved in close, grabbing Liam's love handles and grinding their soft bodies together. âDon't worry babes,â he said. âI'm just getting warmed up. Hey,â he added in a whisper. âI'll even let you feed me dessert later.â
Liam broke away and stepped back. âI'm being serious Rob,â he said, struggling to hide his erection. âYou can't wear that shirt. Go find an extra large.â
Robert drummed his fingers against his gut. âAll in the wash,â he said smugly. âCome on, don't act like this doesn't drive you wild.â He fingered his belly button through one of the gaping buttons holes. âTwo-fifty pounds, eh? Did you ever imagine I'd get so big for you when you asked me to get fat for you?â He reached down and gripped Liamâs cock through his trousers. Liam whimpered involuntarily. âDid I tell you that I'm fatter than Dylan now? Dad too. Biggest guy in the family now, sounds pretty good, doesn't it?â
Liam stepped back away from Robertâs grasp. âJust put on a jumper or something,â he said. He rearranged his erection. âThe one you got a couple of weeks ago will work.â Robert stepped closer again and he stepped back. âPlease Rob,â he said. âIt is hot how big you're getting, and I'm glad you're starting to get something out of it too, but not in front of my family, yeah?â
âI'm just joking!â Robert said. âI know I can't wear this out in public anymore. I'll go sort it now.â
âThank you,â Liam said.
As Robert left he smacked the side of his gut. âAll for you baby!â
Robert returned shortly after, his jumper managing to cover his body but doing nothing to disguise his expanded girth.
âI didn't ask you to get fat,â Liam said, sitting at the kitchen table.
Robert laughed. âWhat?â he asked.
âEarlier,â Liam said. âYou said I'd asked you to get fat.â
âDid I? Well, you did, didn't you! Otherwise I have made a very big error of judgement.â He lifted his jumper to reveal the still straining shirt.
âNo, I mean, I know I did ask you to get fat, obviously,â Liam said. âIt's just. I didnât say that. I said I'd like us both to get fat. Together. I feel like that's not been a thing for a while.â
Robert stepped closer to Liam and rubbed his buttery side. âYou're getting fat too,â he said. He almost laughed at the ridiculousness of comforting someone about how they were gaining weight. âHere, you hit two hundred pounds finally, right? That's great! I'm really proud of you.â He kissed bent down to kiss Liam. âYou're my chubby guy too. It's just that this is your thing I guess, so I don't know how to do all the encouragement stuff you do for me. I just want to make you happy, and I guess I got a little carried away.â
Liam shook his head. âNo, I know,â he said. âI'm just being silly. I do really appreciate what you've done.â He laughed. âYou know, I just kind of thought you'd put on twenty pounds and then get freaked out. I actually thought I'd end up being the fatter one.â
Robert kissed Liam again. âFunny to think about that now, eh? Here, we've still got five minutes before we need to leave,â he said. âThere's another thing of cream in the fridge. Why don't I feed it to you before we go?â He leant in and whispered in Liam's ear. âI think you'll really love how two hundred and fifty pounds feels.â
Liam pulled a face and laughed. âNo way,â he said. âI don't know how you chug them, it's absolutely gross.â
Robert shrugged. âYour loss is my gain. Why don't you have some chocolate or something then?â He opened the fridge and licked his lips as he looked. âYou know, if you don't want it, maybe you could feed it to me? Maybe we could see if I could break my record for number of calories today?â
Liam forced a smile. âYeah, if you want,â he said. âSounds hot.â
Robert grinned as he passed the cream to Liam and sat down and tilted his head back to allow him to pour it down his throat. âThe things I do for you, eh?â
-
Robert lifted up his t-shirt as he scratched his side. His most recent stretch marks were particularly aggravating, a fact which wasn't helped by the fact that he was just on the cusp of needing to size up his t-shirts and sweatpants, the too tight fabric irritating the more sensitive skin.
âWhat's for dinner babe?â he asked Liam as he walked into the kitchen. Liam was clearing away the remnants of Robertâs lunch, a small pile of McDonaldâs wrappers and boxes.
Liam's eyes flicked up and down Robertâs body before turning away. âRoast lamb,â he answered. âI thought we'd have something a bit special, since I reached fifteen stone yesterday.â
âOh yeah?â Robert asked with a smile. He reached out and patted Liam's small paunch. âThat's amazing, well done!â He hoped the milestone might work to undo some of the tension that had developed between them ever since Robert had passed two hundred and fifty pounds, almost thirty pounds ago now. Robert sometimes almost forgot that Liam was trying to gain at all, such was the disparity in their rates of weight gain.
âYeah, I did actually tell you yesterday,â Liam said icily.
âOh sorry!â Robert said, as he opened a cupboard and pulled out a pack of biscuits. âI must have forgotten.â He began to eat the biscuits three at a time.
âYeah, well, you were eating, soâŚâ Liam muttered.
âWhat?â
âNothing.â
âNo, you said something,â Robert insisted.
Liam shrugged. âI said that you were eating,â he repeated. âSo it's not surprising that you didn't pay any attention to me.â
âWhere's this come from?â Robert asked, incredulous. Biscuit crumbs showered from his mouth as he spoke.
âWhere's it⌠How about the last two years of you doing nothing but eating all the time, only caring about yourself?â Liam snapped.
âExcuse me?â Robert said. âCan I remind you that all of this,â he gestured down at his body, his soft overhang hanging out the bottom of his shirt, the way his sides bulged out, the outline of his tits pushing out and down, the beard he'd grown to hide his double chin, âis because you wanted it?â
âOh, don't put this on me!â Liam replied. âYou want this.â
âYou're the one with the fat fetish!â Robert pointed out. âIâm just going along for the ride because I love you!â
Liam rolled his eyes. âOh yeah?â he asked. âWell when was the last time I encouraged you then, if you're just doing it for me?â
âYeah, actually!â Robert retorted. âI'm doing this for you and when was the last time you encou-â
âMore to the point!â Liam interrupted. âWhen have you ever, ever, encouraged me?â
âWhat?â Robert asked, blinking. The question had genuinely thrown him.
âThis was supposed to be about me!â Liam snapped. His voice shook a little. âI was the one who asked you to do it and at every fucking stage you've used it as an opportunity for me to wait on you hand and foot.â
âOh, I've not done anything for you have I?â Robert grabbed the side of his gut and shook it. âMe gaining over a hundred pounds, just because you asked me to, doesn't count as me doing anything, does it?â A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of Robert forcing biscuits into his mouth. âI knew you were jealous,â Robert muttered eventually, crumbs spraying from his mouth.
âI am not fucking jealous of you,â Liam fumed. âHow dare you? Fucking jealous.â
âYeah, you know what?â Robert said. âThat's exactly what this is. You wanted to get fat and you can't stand how much bigger I am than you.â
âCan you hear yourself?â Liam scoffed. âAnd you act like you don't want this at all.â He turned away and began to pull food from the fridge to make dinner. âNo, what I wanted was for us to gain weight together. You had to take it all way too far.â
âI took it too far?â Robert asked.
âYes,â Liam replied. âYeah, you know what, you did take it too far.â He spun around and gestured down at his body. âI'm quite happy with where I am. I wanted us both to get dad bods, hot ex-jock vibes. Not obese middle aged dad.â
Robertâs face grew red. âThatâs a lie and you know it,â he spat. âYou still worship this gut every chance you get.â
Liamâs nostrils flared. He turned away, back to the chopping board, and busied himself with vegetables for a minute. Robert could hear him trying to slow his breathing. Eventually, he turned back around. âI just think we should both slow down,â he said. His voice was measured, slow and calm. His fists were clenched and shaking with white knuckles. âWe've both,â he put special emphasis on the word, âmaybe taken this too far, and it's probably best if we both take a break from the idea of gaining for a bit.â
âYeah, why don't you slow down your gains,â Robert mumbled.
âWhat was that?â
Robert bit his tongue. He was being offered an opportunity to end this argument. âYeah, you're probably right,â he agreed. âWhatever makes you happy. It was your idea after all. If you want to stop, no reason to carry on.â He shoved a fistful of biscuits into his mouth.
âYeah, right, well,â Liam said. He sighed and turned back towards the food he was preparing. âWhy don't you go watch something? I'll call you when dinner's ready. It'll be a while.â
Robert shrugged. âSure,â he agreed.
âAnd Robert?â Liam called just as he'd left the room.
âYeah?â Robert replied.
âWhy don't you set up the spare room for tonight,â Liam said. âYour snoringâs gotten really bad the past twenty pounds or so, and I need to be up early.â
Robert hesitated for a moment. âYeah, can do.â
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ââWhat the fuck is this?â Liam sighed. Robert couldn't help but admire the way his partner's newly blossomed love handles were framed by the hallway light behind him. He felt oddly proud of his boyfriend's recent weight gain, even as it paled against his own.
âI uh⌠well,â Robert began. He looked down at himself in the light streaming in from the door. Clad only in too tight underwear, crumbs had fallen down to litter his body hair. His fingers were thick with chocolate icing where he'd dug them into the cake in front of him, and he knew that it must be all around his mouth as well. âI got hungry,â he finished lamely.
Liam entered the dark kitchen and sat in a chair opposite Robert. âDinner was plenty,â he said. âI was full.â
âYeah, well, I'm bigger than you, aren't I?â Robert pointed out. âI can't help it if I get hungry, can I?â
Liam shrugged. âI guess, yeah,â he said. âCould you help buying a-â he picked up the packaging and peered at it in the dim light. âParty-sized triple chocolate fudge birthday cake, serves twenty, I'm assuming earlier today?â he asked. âBecause this didn't magically appear in the kitchen. Could you help hiding it? And suggesting that you sleep in the spare room so I wouldn't notice when you snuck downstairs?â
Robert slumped in his chair. The wood groaned in protest. âI am trying,â he said after a while.
Liam sighed and put his head in his hands. âI know this isn't the first time this week,â he said. âI know that it's at least two or three nights most weeks, and if it's not,â he gestured at the mess of chocolate on the table and on Robert, âthis, you sneak out and go to a drive through.â
The kitchen was silent for a while.
âWe said we'd both stop gaining,â Liam said eventually. âWe said we'd try and lose weight.â
âYou've put on weight too,â Robert said. He felt like a child arguing about missing out on play time. He couldn't stop thinking about the rest of the cake in front of him. He wanted to lick the chocolate off his fingers.
âI've put on fifteen, maybe twenty pounds,â Liam said. âI'm not saying I've been great,â he admitted. âBut I've cut down. That's not crazy for a year.â He paused for a while. âHow much do you think you've put on?â he asked.
Robert shrugged. âYeah, probably the same,â he said. He could feel his cheeks redden, and hoped it was dark enough that Liam couldn't see. âIt's not like I weigh myself very often.â
Liam put his face in his hands and leant on the table. âI found your grommr account,â he said.
Robert squirmed in his seat. âWell what were you doing on grommr then?â He winced even as he said it.
âI've got a fat fetish,â Liam replied. âWhat are you doing on there?â When he got no reply, he continued. âIt said you're three hundred and forty pounds.â He picked up a small fragment of the leftover destroyed cake and ate it slowly. âIs that right?â
âI guess,â Robert said.
âI don't think this is working,â Liam said.
âI know,â Robert said. âI'll do better. I'll try and lose some weight, I know I've taken it too far now, Iâll join a gym and-â
âNo,â Liam cut him off. âI don't think this is working. Us. I think⌠I think we should break up.â
-
âYou okay buddy?â Dylan asked.
Robert shrugged and took a swig of his beer. He belched. âWhy wouldn't I be okay?â
Dylan sighed. âRob, I⌠I mean look at yourself. This isn't okay.â
Robert scratched his beard. He'd maybe let it grow a bit too long, and he'd not had a chance to buy any clothes that fit in the past couple of months, but what was he supposed to do? He'd been busy, and it's not like he could just walk into shops and pick up his size anymore. âIt's just work and stuff,â he said. âAnd with the move, my appearance hasn't been my top priority.â
âYep, and I completely get that,â Dylan placated. His voice was bright and soft and his hands were spread open like he'd presumably heard in some how to handle difficult conversations podcast. âBut I don't think weâre talking about just your appearance here. You have⌠fuck me Rob, you've gotten really fucking big.â
Robert scratched his gut and tried to pull his t-shirt down. âIt's just the break-up,â he said. âAnd you've said it before, we've got shit genetics for getting fat.â
âLook, I'm not trying to have a go,â Dylan said. He slapped his own gut. âI'll be the first to admit that I'm not exactly in my prime. I don't think I've been to the gym since Livyâs been born, probably not great. Shit happens, and I get that the break-up hasn't helped, and work, and yep, absolutely, we did not win the genetic lottery in our family for twenty-eight inch waists but⌠I mean this isn't exactly the break-up, is it? It's been going on a lot longer than that, but at least, fuck, at least I used to think you were happy with it. Happy with Li-â Robert shot him a dirty glare. âWell, whatever, happy, anyway.â
âWho says I'm not happy?â Robert asked. He drained his beer bottle and stood to get another. When he returned he collapsed back into his seat and Dylan winced. âYeah, I put on relationship weight with Liam too, but that wasn't, you know, that wasn't anything to do with⌠We just weren't, I don't know, compatible anymore. I know I'm fat, I know Iâm stressed, and that I've been doing better, but I'm fine. You can drop it.â
âLook, let'sâŚâ Dylan looked around the room as if searching for something to help him. âI weighed myself the other day, eighteen stone. Not proud to be fatter than dad these days, but you know, there it is. How much are you weighing?â He looked Robert up and down. âOver twenty stone?â He hesitated. âTwenty-five?â He said it as if he couldn't believe anyone could weigh so much.
Robert shrugged. âTwenty-seven maybe.â He actually thought it might be a bit more.
âJesus fucking Christ Robby,â Dylan exclaimed. âNo, sorry, I don't mean- that's not, you know, it's fine, bodies come in all different- but fucking hell Rob that's⌠Twenty seven stone!â he cried. âThat's not just relationship weight, is it? That's not break-up weight or stress weight or shit genetics thatâsâŚâ He took a deep breath and clasped his knee. âDo you like it?â
Robert stared at him. âLike what?â
âLook, no judgement,â Dylan said. âVanessa says she likes, you know,â he shook his own gut for emphasis. âThe belly. She even feeds me up a bit sometimes, I think, and I'm not exactly turning down bigger portions. I know it's a thing. I even get it a bit. But, I mean Rob. You can tell me.â He reached out and grasped Robert's knee. âIs it intentional? Even just a little bit? At least if, fuck, if I knew you were doing it on purpose, that you liked how fucking big you'd gotten I could⌠I could stop worrying about you fucking losing it. Like, I'm going to worry about your heart giving way, yeah, fine, but I can't be dealing with worrying about you being depressed or needing help and⌠And if something happened and I'd not done anything. Not after mum.â He started fidgeting with his collar, a nervous habit he'd had since school.
âYeah,â Robert said quietly. He cleared his throat. âYeah, I'm into it. It's been, you know, on purpose. Mostly. You don't have to worry about that stuff. I'm not going to, you know.â
âThank fuck,â Dylan sighed. âI mean, not thank fuck. It's still pretty fucking weird if I'm being honest, but I'm glad that you're, I don't know, not happy I guess, I know you've got other, whatever. I'm glad this isn't some insane compulsive episode or⌠I mean I've been imagining loads of stuff.â He downed his beer and breathed shakily. âSo Liam was into it too? That's how you two met? Some freaky gay kink club?â
âWhat? No. Fuck off,â Robert said laughing. âLiam was into it, yeah, but he uhh, well he actually introduced me to it. I went along with it for a bit and then⌠I don't know, at some point I started liking it.â
Dylan nodded. âI get it. Like, I know I'm not supposed to be liking how fat I've gotten but there's something about it, I guess,â he said. âSo what happened with you and Liam? You realised you only had the fat thing in common?â
Robert sighed. âNo, we were⌠fuck. We were fairly perfect for each other. He got, I don't know, jealous about how big I wasâŚâ He took a drink and closed his eyes. âNo. It wasn't just him. I turned into a knobhead about it.â
âTurned into a knobhead?â Dylan asked with a laugh.
âOh fuck off,â Robert said. âI got, I don't know. There was a lot going on. I felt like I was doing this huge thing for him, but then I started to like it, and⌠At some point I managed to make it all about me. And if I pretended I still didn't like it I could still make out I was making this noble sacrifice, but really I was just completely ignoring him. And I think, you know, he did get pretty jealous at one point, but I didn't help. Made it into this weird competition.â
âWell you've got me beat at least,â Dylan said. He reached over to pat Robert's arm. âHere, I've got to go to town tomorrow. I'm not exactly fitting into my work shirts myself these days, how about we go together? Get you some stuff that actually covers that gut.â
âFuck off,â Robert said, laughing.
âNo, I'm serious, Vanessa's actually said she won't let you back round if you're not covered up again,â Dylan said. âYou're scaring Livy. And the dog. Come on, weâll make a day of it.â
âYou do know I can't exactly just pop into Marks and Sparks and pick up a jumper, don't you? Most places stop at three XL if you're lucky.â
âNo, come on,â Dylan insisted. âThere's that plus size place in the Arndale, and Go Outdoors has a sale on, they'll have a tent that'll fit you.â
âOh fuck off!â Robert laughed. âYeah, go on then, I'll come along.â He drained his beer bottle. âThanks, Dyl. Seriously. This has been⌠It's been good.â
Dylan shrugged. âWhat am I here for, eh? I'm just sorry I didn't mention it ten fucking stone ago.â
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Robert huffed as he found his seat and squeezed himself into it. He hated how cinemas made you pay extra for supposedly premium seats, only for them to still not be big enough. He settled himself in, sorting his collection of drinks and snacks.
âRobert? Is that you?â Robert looked up to see a man significantly smaller than him, but still undeniably fat.
âLiam?â he replied.
âOh god,â Liam said. âIâll find another seat, don't worry, it doesn't matter.â
Robert patted the seat next to him. âDon't be silly,â he insisted. âIt'll be nice to catch up during the trailers. Besides,â he looked around at the rapidly filling seats around them. âIt's the opening weekend of Paddington vs Barbie 2: Paddington's Revenge, I'm not sure thereâll be any spare seats to move to.â
Liam looked around, sighed and sat down.
âYou here with anyone?â Robert asked.
Liam shook his head. âThe first one went right over my head the first time I watched it, I decided to come without any distractions.â
âSame,â Robert agreed. âAnd after it won all those Oscars I knew I should come see this one quick before anyone spoiled it for me.â He surveyed Liam for a bit. âHow've you been, anyway?â
Liam smiled. âGood, yeah. Lots of the same, you know,â he said. âNot much to report.â He hesitated for a moment. âStill very much on the gain train.â
âI noticed!â Robert laughed. He reached over and poked Liam's gut where it spilled out over his belt. âHow much are you clocking in at these days?â
âTwo-seventy,â he said proudly. âI'm wanting to put a bit of a push on before Christmas, get over twenty stone, maybe.â
âNice!â Robert said, slapping Liam's side. âWell, it suits you. Always did.â
âHow about you?â Liam asked. âI noticed you've lost all the weight I forced onto you.â
Robert laughed and shook his own gut that spilled out towards his knees. âYeah, I couldn't stand it, you know, who'd be fat?â he joked. âI'm about four-seventy, maybe four-eighty these days.â
Liam whistled. âWow,â he said. âThat's incredible. Like, I thought I was fat but you're another two hundred pounds on top of that.â
âYou are fat,â Robert said warmly. âI'm just a lot fatter.â
âA whole decently chubby person fatter, in fact,â Liam pointed out.
âI like that,â Robert said laughing; his whole body shook with the action. âYou know, I eventually admitted to myself that I probably am a gainer after all.â
âProbably a gainer, wow,â Liam said. âThat must have been a difficult conclusion to come to.â He put a finger underneath one of Robertâs moobs and lifted it before letting it drop and watching the ripples spread across the larger man's body.
âYeah, well, you know, a pretty great guy introduced me to the whole thing,â Robert said.
Liam smiled sadly. âSo have you been seeing anyone orâŚ?â
âNot really,â Robert replied. âI meet up with some feeders occasionally but, they're not, you know. It's not the same.â
âNo, I know what you mean,â Liam agreed.
âSo are you?â Robert asked. âSeeing anyone or anything?â
Liam shook his head. âSome dates and umm⌠no. No. Not seeing anyone.â
âI'm sorry,â Robert said. âFor everything. For⌠I got selfish. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I turned it into this selfish fuckingâŚâ
âI'm sorry too,â Liam said. âIt wasn't just you. I asked you to do it for me then didn't like it when it turned out you actually enjoyed it, which is pretty fucked up of me. We could have talked about it more. Properly I mean.â He looked around. âListen, all these people listening in are clearly finding our conversation very fucking weird, and I can't really be bothered with all this art-house stuff anyway. Do you want to just go get something to eat?â
Robert looked down the full row. âGetting out might be a bit of an ordeal. I'm not really built for squeezing past people these days,â he said.
âSounds hot,â Liam replied. âYou in?â
Robert laughed. âYeah, okay. Dinner sounds nice.â
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Liam licked the last of the chocolate off of his fingers as Robert lapped up his cum.
âHappy three hundred pounds babes,â Robert said as he leant up.
Liam struggled to sit up. âYour turn now,â he said.
Robert shook his head. âThis is your night. Big celebration,â he said. âYou don't have to do anything.â
âI want to,â Liam insisted. âBesides, we've got a whole other cake and Iâm stuffed.â
âOh I'll eat the cake,â Robert said. âBut you don't have to suck me off.
âYou're sure?â Liam asked.
Robert smiled. âIt's fine, you take a nap to digest everything, I'll go clean up,â he said. âAs long as you're happy, I'm happy.â
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[3.6k] sometimes home is a place. sometimes it's a person. sometimes it's a bench that holds more memories than mat can fully handle, memories that are slipping through his fingers.
based on 'coney island' by taylor swift for the eras tour hockey fic challenge created by @comphy-and-cozy and @wyattjohnston!!
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Present â November 2024Â
Never in his life had Mat Barzal felt as pathetic as he did sitting on that bench in Coney Island.
It was cold as fuck, for one, which should have been expected on a day in late November in New York. The temperature was likely below freezing, the chill was starting to seep into his bones, and the jacket he had haphazardly thrown on was doing little to battle the weather.
Yet, it was barely a blip on his radar as the last few weeks properly washed over him.Â
Despite the holiday season, there were (thankfully) not many people around to see Mat in all his pathetic and embarrassing glory. Most people were probably sane inside their warm homes, enjoying dinner with the people they cherish the most. It felt stupid to be envious of a city full of people but that is exactly what he was.
Because as Mat sat on that bench, staring out at the near empty beach, he felt like he was choking.Â
On his feelings. On his memories. On his bitter resentment that, once upon a time, he was like those people.
That Mat used to have a warm home where he ate dinner with someone he fucking loved and cherished more than anyone or anything else in the world, but now he had lost that person.Â
That he didnât know where his person was or what they were doing, but they were doing much better than him as he sat on the same fucking bench where he first met them.
Where he first met you.Â
âŚ
August 2021
âYou insist on this every year!âÂ
âBecause itâs fun every year!âÂ
âAnd yet you still get pissy when you get beaten by a carnival game.â
Mat glared at him from over his shoulder, not faltering in his steps as he shot his cackling friend a look. âIt doesnât beat meââ
Beau snorted, giving the boy a fond shove as he pushed his way through the crowd to catch up until they were shoulder-to-shoulder again. âDude, itâs a stupid game that you try every single time. And you fail every time.âÂ
âItâs rigged,â Mat huffed.
âYeah, thatâs the whole fucking point,â Beau deadpanned. âThey are all rigged.â
âBut Iâve beaten them all,â Mat whined, sounding young and bratty. âThe ring toss is rigged more. Itâs made to torture oneâs mindââ
âYour mind.â
ââuntil they are driven insane and haunted by those stupid rings,â he continued to grumble, muttering an apology after he almost walked straight into a lady pushing a stroller.
âAll for an arcade ring,â Beau mused, shaking his head. âDude, you need to let it go.âÂ
Mat turned to glare at the boy. âNo. I have won every single one of these stupid games. I am gonna win this one too.â
Beau opened his mouth. âMat, dudeââ
âAnd I am gonna get that stupid ring and I will wear it every single day of myââÂ
The noise that left his mouth cut him short, something between a scream and squeak of surprise as he found his body hitting someone else instead of the clear path down the pier like he had assumed. He managed to stay on his feet, considering he was a six foot hockey player whose job revolved around being slammed into by other six foot hockey players.Â
His victim? Not so much.
âFuck.âÂ
It came out like a wheezed, as though the person was winded. Mat quickly spun around, the apologies already leaving his lips as he offered his hand out before he even took a look at the person he accidentally knocked over. And when he did, the apologies died on his tongue as he stared at you, his expression stuck between awe and something else that Beau would spend the better part of the next few years teasing him for.
âDo you even watch where you are going?âÂ
âYeah,â Mat replied dumbly, staring at you like he was lost in a daze.
âClearly not,â you murmured but still took his hand, giving him an odd look when it took longer than a few seconds before he realised and helped you up.
âIâm Mat,â he blurted out before he even let go of your hand. âAnd Iâm sorry.âÂ
Your lips twitched. âI accept your apology, Mat.âÂ
âAnd your name?â He asked, not even trying to be subtle about it (if Beauâs snort was anything to go by).Â
Mat feld winded himself when you smiled as you told him your name.Â
âŚ
February 2022
âSo, let me get this straight.âÂ
âI am tired of repeating myself.â
âYouâre taking her out on Valentineâs Dayââ
âNot for Valentineâs Day!â
âYeah, sorry, my bad. You are taking your friend who you are desperately in love with out on Valentine's Day. How silly of me to take that the wrong way.âÂ
Mat rolled his eyes, even if Beau couldnât currently see him. He tucked his free hand into his jacket pocket, the other one curled around his phone as his eyes continued to wander over the pink and red decorations dotted all over the place. It made his nose scrunch up.
âIt was the only day we both had free,â Mat insisted, his cheeks tinting pink for a whole different reason other than the cold, nipping weather of winter in New York.Â
âNo denial about the âin loveâ part.âÂ
âShut up,â he gritted through clenched teeth, as if anyone else could hear Beau except him.
âItâs just a little patheticââ
âI didnât ask,â Mat deadpanned, trying to ignore how hot his face now felt. âI donât even know why I called you.â
âBecause you needed a pep talk to finally make a move.âÂ
âIâm hanging up now,â Mat grumbled, ignoring whatever protests he received on the other side as he quickly pressed the red button before shoving his phone into his pocket with a huff. He was so lost in muttering to himself under his breath that he hadnât noticed you approaching.
âWoah,â you laughed, hands up in mock defence at the way he jumped out of his skin. âYou good?âÂ
âYeah, I justââ He waved it off, an easy and genuine smile on his lips as he took in the way you were bundled up, an Islanders scarf around your neck. âReady to have your ass kicked?âÂ
Your lips twitched. âReady to cry over the ring toss again?âÂ
He did not, in fact, cry over the ring toss but he was undoubtedly grumpy by the time the two of you settled down on one of the benches looking out towards the beach, huffing as he took an aggressive bite from the pretzel that definitely didnât fit his diet plan.
âCâmon,â you laughed, nudging your shoulder against his. âItâs just a game.âÂ
âItâs a stupid game,â Mat retorted.
âBeau was right, you take it way too seriously,â you commented, playful and lighthearted with a gleam in your eyes. Like you were so unaware that the comfort you shared with his friends made his chest tighten in the best way possible.
âYou have a littleââ He cut himself off, gesturing to the side of your lip.
Your brows furrowed, your thumb attempting to swipe the brown sugar away just to miss completely. âDid I get it?âÂ
âNo, Iâhere, let me,â Mat murmured, reaching over to gently swipe the brown sugar away. But his thumb lingered, his eyes locked on your lips before glancing up at you. He waited for you to pull away but you just stared back.
For a moment, Mat wondered if you were going to suddenly pull away and pretend the small moment never happened.
For a moment, Matâs stomach dropped at the thought this would be as far as he got with you.
And then you were leaning forward, your lips pressed against his and the pretzels long forgotten.
His body reacted faster than his brain did, kissing you back as the sweet taste of cinnamon and sugar overwhelmed him. The pretzel was left on the bench between you, his hands cupping your face as he sunk into the kiss, as he sunk into your embrace.
And only when you pulled back to smile at him did his brain seem to realise what had just happened.Â
And only then did he grin right back at you.Â
âŚ
May 2022Â
âGod, hockey is brutal.â
Mat paused, raising his brows. âJust realised that?â
âSorry, I know you didnât want to talk about hockey afterââ You cut yourself off, wincing a little as you stood in his kitchen, just dressed in one of his shirts (ironically, an Islanders one with the number thirteen above your heart) with a mug of coffee in hand. âIgnore me. Watch the eggs donât burn.âÂ
Mat snorted. âWhat has made you realise hockey is so brutal?âÂ
âJust kinda thinking about it,â you shrugged, your gaze on the rim of your mug rather than his face. It made him frown a little. âLike, I know itâs a part of the sport but, fuck, all it takes is one bad hit andââ
âWoah, hey,â Matâs frown deepened as he reached for you, the stove turned off, the eggs forgotten and his hand reaching to place the coffee mug on the counter. He took your face in his hands, his thumbs smoothing over the apples of your cheeks.Â
âSorry,â you laughed, but it sounded a bit wet and weak to his ears. He tilted your head up, his lips pressed together when he noticed how glossy your eyes were. âI guess I just never realised how brutal the sport was until I met you. And you guys play through so many injuries and I know your season is over now but the idea of you pushing yourself even more is justââ
âCome back home with me.â
You blinked. âWhat?â
âCome back home with me for the summer,â Mat repeated, a soft smile on his lips.Â
You blinked again, your confusion only growing. âDid you not just hear meââÂ
âI did,â Mat interrupted, nodding his head with the look of adoration still written plainly across his face. âAnd all I could think was, âwow, how lucky am I to have this amazing girl care about me so muchâ and I justâŚI am lucky. So lucky. And I wanna show other people how lucky I am. I want to show my family how lucky I am.â
Your face softened. âYeah?â
âYeah,â Mat murmured. âI love you.â
âI love you too,â you whispered before leaning in, a soft and lingering kiss left on his lips before you pulled back. âAnd Iâm lucky you care about me too.âÂ
âIâm really glad I bumped into you that day in Coney Island,â Mat confessed, something warm and comforting bubbling in his stomach at the sight of your smile.Â
âYeah, me too,â you hummed, a glint of mischief in your eyes. âAnd I love you even if you canât win the ring tossââ
Mat groaned, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. âDonât ruin the moment.â
âŚ
March 2023
âYou donât have to hide it from me.â
Mat blinked, his thoughts torn away from him as he turned to find you settling down onto the bench next to him, two pretzels in your hand. He murmured a small âthanksâ as he took one of the pretzels from you, staring at the sugary cinnamon sticks with little appetite.Â
âHide what?â Mat asked.Â
âMat,â you said his name in a way that made his chest tighten, so soft and gentle, like he was some scared animal you were slowly approaching. âBaby, I know you miss him. You donât have to pretend.âÂ
His eyes dropped back to the pretzel in his hands.Â
Because it was true. He did miss Beau. He missed Beau more than he cared to admit. And it was stupid because he knew this was how hockey worked, he had friends traded and sent away multiple times before. It was a part of the sport.Â
But he just didnât think it would ever hurt this bad, even weeks after the trade had happened. His focus should have been the season and the playoffs approaching. He should have been focused on the team.Â
But every time he went on the ice, he couldnât help but feel like a part of him was missing when he lifted his head and didnât see Beau there, ready to accept his pass.
âThere was this small part of me that just thoughtââ Mat paused, letting out a heavy sigh. âThat we would be on the same team forever, you know? That it would always be me and him. That we would win the Cup together andâŚyeah.â
âI know,â you whispered, soft and soothing as you placed your head on his shoulder and let him lean his head against yours. âYou never know. You two will find your way back to each other.â
His lips twitched into a sad smile. âMaybe.â
âYou were always meant to find each other in this life,â you told him, sounding so sincere and genuine over the distant cheers and screams and buzzing noise of the amusement park behind you. âJust because you donât live minutes away anymore, doesnât mean that ends. He is always gonna be there for you, just like I am.â
Mat pressed a kiss to the top of your head. âThank you.â
âAlways, Mat. Always.âÂ
âŚ
July 2023
âHome, sweet home!â
Mat winced a little as his voice echoed through the empty apartment, the walls bare and the place a little dusty. But it was yours and it made it perfect, it made the keys in his hand feel heavier and more special than his last set.Â
âFuck, we have so much to unpack,â you commented but you sounded happy. You both did, despite the state of exhaustion the last few days left you, attempting to pack up both of your apartments and moving into your new shared place.Â
âThat is a later problem,â Mat waved you off, reaching towards you so he could wind his arms around your waist and pull you closer. âWe have a mattress and takeout menus, what else do we need?âÂ
âPreferably some sheets,â you teased, not even attempting to pull yourself out of his hold. You were content exactly where you were. âIâm, like, ninety percent sure you put them in the wrong box.â
âBlame the pretty one,â Mat huffed, cackling when you playfully pinched his hip. âKidding, baby, youâre obviously the pretty one in the relationship.â
âWe can both be pretty,â you rolled your eyes before laying your head on his chest, smiling when you felt him lean his chin on top. âCanât wait to make this place ours.âÂ
âItâs gonna be so pretty so it can match us,â Mat murmured, grinning when you laughed in response.Â
âIt looks so plain right now, itâs freaky,â you commented, half-hearted with no real heaviness to your words. It would take a few days for you both to make it feel homely and you were looking forward to it.Â
But Mat was already untangling himself from your hold, grinning as he began tugging you towards the kitchen. âWe can put our first proper decoration up!âÂ
Your brows furrowed together in confusion. âWhat? But the boxes areââÂ
You cut yourself off as you watched Mat reach into the pocket of his sweatpants, grinning widely as he pulled out a small magenet and slapped it on the middle of the very bland fridge. He looked at the magnet with great pride before turning to you, his smile only growing.
You let out a laugh at the sight of the Coney Island magnet on the fridge. âPerfect.â
âOur first home,â Mat grinned, pulling you back in so he could smack a kiss on your lips. âThe first of many.â
âIâm not moving for at least another few years,â you joked, smiling against his lips. âThis whole thing was exhausting.âÂ
âAs long as itâs with you, I donât really care.â
âŚ
January 2024
âI need your help.âÂ
âOh god, what have you done?âÂ
Mat frowned at his phone for a moment, forgetting about the bundling nerves that had left him on edge for the last week. He was sure you were starting to pick up on it, even if you hadnât mentioned as muchâthankfully. But after a week of waiting, he finally had the perfect opportunity to call his sister whilst you were out of the house.Â
âI have done nothing. Yet.âÂ
His sister sighed. âMathewââ
âNo full names needed,â he murmured, his cheeks burning as he leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling with determination that was quickly dwindling the longer the call went on. âI justâŚI need your help.â
âWith?âÂ
âA ring.âÂ
His frown deepened when Liana laughed. âIf this is about that arcade game Beau told me aboutââ
âWhat? No,â he sighed, his blush only deepening. âI need help picking a ring. A real ring. An engagement ring.â
His sister was silent for a few moments before she spoke. âHoly shit. Youâre really gonna do it?âÂ
Mat couldnât even bite back his smile. âI want to. This summer, maybe. But I need a ring and I was thinking you could help while weâre up for All Stars andââÂ
âSold. Done. Iâm not letting you pick an ugly ring for my future sister-in-law.â
âShe might still say no,â Mat reminded her, even if his stomach twisted uncomfortably at the thought.Â
âOf course she wonât,â Liana retorted, sounding so confident that Mat almost wanted to believe her wholeheartedly. âEspecially if you let me help pick a ring.âÂ
Mat pressed his lips together. âI really want to find the perfect ring.âÂ
âWe will. She is going to love it, Mat. She is going to say yes.âÂ
âGood,â he murmured, grinning. âBecause sheâs it for me. Sheâs the only person I wanna give a ring to.â
âYouâre such a sap.â
âShut up.â
âŚ
October 2024
He couldnât even remember what started the argument.Â
If he was being honest, the tension had been brewing for a while. It had been a combination of things and none of them had made the atmosphere around the apartment much better. Small, silly things that shouldnât have been that bad but felt like the end of the world as they were thrown at you both, one after the other.
Mat knew it was bad.
He just didnât think it was this bad.
It felt like the two of you had been at it for hours, and maybe you had. He couldnât tell anymore, he didnât know if it had been minutes or hours the two of you had stood on opposite sides of the living room, yelling and screaming and crying. It all felt too much, like it was getting bigger and bigger, just waiting to pop.Â
And then it fucking did.Â
âI-I canât do this anymore.âÂ
And Mat felt like a deflating balloon, the air escaping his lungs as he found himself staring at you, his mouth unable to voice any of the thoughts he wanted to say.
âMaybe,â you let out a bitter laugh, pained and hurt and weak. âMaybe we just arenât forever, Mat. Maybe youâre not ready to let anything but hockey be your forever.âÂ
And you were wrong.Â
Deep down, Mat knew you were wrong and his brain was screaming for him to tell you just how wrong you were. Because the fight had escalated and spun out of control and he should have grabbed the wheel with both hands to stabilise you both.
But he was hurt and he was petty and he felt his mouth saying the exact opposite of how he felt.Â
âMaybe youâre right.âÂ
The way your whole body deflated and your face fell would haunt his nightmares for nights to come, along with the sound of the apartment door slamming shut as you left and never looked back.Â
âŚ
Present â November 2024Â
Once upon a time, the biggest challenge Coney Island provided him was the damn ring toss game. It had been like that for years.Â
But now, he sat on the bench, the plastic ring between his fingers feeling as heavy as the other ring in his pocket. He didnât feel victorious, he didnât feel anything but emptiness. Because neither ring meant anything when he was here alone, when he had failed to give you both.
The ring toss was barely a challenge compared to returning to this damn bench almost every day since he had pulled from the lineup with an injury that just felt like a mockery on top of everything else.Â
But he did it. He came back every single day because it hurt and he deserved it. He deserved to sit there and think about just what he lost. Because he had no idea where you were, he hadnât heard a single word from youânot even Beau would tell him if he had heard from you.
Mat had let pride and something else just as stupid get in the way of his forever.
The least he could do was bear the cold, winter weather on that stupid bench until his fingers were too damn numb to hold the stupid arcade ring.Â
The least he could do was spend the rest of his days wondering if there was a universe where things were different, where he still had you, where he was able to see you one more time.
The least he could do was let his own thoughts about losing you forever haunt him.Â
The least he could do was hope the universe would give him one more fucking chance to fix everything with you, to at least give you the stupid arcade ring he once promised he would win for you.
The least he could do was apologise for not making you his centrefold like he knew you deserved.
Mat stared down at the phone in his hand, pressing your contact before he could talk himself out of it. He had to try. For you, for him, for the forever he knew you two could have.Â
He had to try.Â
Ring. Ring. Ring.
âHello?â
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could you do fluff prompt #27 with woozi 𼚠maybe a birthday related one since its his bday (you might see this past his bday but thats okay! ><)
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fluff prompt #27: "did you plan this whole day just to make me happy?"
jihoon wasnât one for elaborate birthday celebrations. if it were up to him, heâd spend the day in the studio or curled up with a book, far from the fanfare. but you had other plansâand somehow, he found himself being pulled into them.
âwhy are we here?â he asked, eyeing the quaint record shop youâd led him to.
âyou canât tell me you wouldnât want to be here,â you said, holding the door open for him. âbesides, i thought itâd be fun to pick out something new for your collection.â
jihoon didnât argue, though he tried to hide the faint flicker of excitement. he wandered through the aisles, his fingers brushing over album covers as he let out a soft hum of approval.
âyouâre stalling,â you teased, nudging him gently. âwhatâs caught your eye?â
he finally pulled out a vinyl, glancing at the cover before turning it in his hands. âthis oneâs a classic,â he muttered, almost to himself.
âthen itâs yours,â you said easily, taking it from him to pay at the counter.
âyou donât have toââ he started, but you shot him a look that silenced him.
âdonât ruin the moment, jihoon,â you teased, and he felt his lips twitch into a small, reluctant smile.
the next stop was a small cafĂŠ tucked away in a quiet corner of the city.
âwhy here?â he asked as you both settled into a table by the window.
âbecause they have a build-your-own drink option,â you said, sliding the menu toward him.
jihoon raised a brow. âyou think iâm going to do that?â
âyouâre picky,â you replied, grinning. âthought youâd appreciate the control.â
he couldnât argue with that. after some coaxing, he found himself picking out ingredients, customizing a drink to his exact liking. when it arrived, he took a sip and let out a soft hum of approval.
âgood?â you asked, watching him with a smile.
âbetter than i expected,â he admitted, surprising himself.
âsee? trust me more,â you said, leaning back in your chair with a triumphant grin.
the last stop was the city observatory, where you led him up a winding staircase to a quiet viewing platform. the city stretched out below, its lights twinkling like scattered stars.
jihoon leaned against the railing, his eyes scanning the skyline. âyou really planned all this?â
âmaybe,â you said, standing beside him.
âwhy?â he asked, though the answer was already starting to form in his mind.
you hesitated, your voice soft as you finally said, âitâs your birthday, jihoon. i just thought you deserved something special.â
he blinked, caught off guard by how easily you said it.
âdid you plan this whole day just to make me happy?â
you fiddled with the hem of your jacket, your gaze on the city below. â...maybe.â
jihoon stared at you for a moment, his chest tightening with a mix of emotions he didnât know how to name.
âyou didnât have to do all this,â he said quietly, his voice more tender than usual.
âi know,â you replied, finally looking at him. âbut i wanted to.â
he leaned back in his chair, the corners of his lips twitching into a smirk. ânext time, letâs skip the record shop and cafĂŠ and just come straight here.â
âoh?â you tilted your head, your eyes narrowing playfully. âwhy? did i make it too exhausting for you?â
he shook his head, his smirk softening into something more genuine. âno. i just like spending time with you. and maybe... next time, we can stay a little longer. just us.â
you blinked, and then a small, knowing smile spread across your face. âare you trying to tell me something, jihoon?â
âmaybe,â he said, leaning forward slightly, his voice low and teasing.
you laughed, the sound bright and warm, and jihoon found himself smiling too, his chest light and full all at once.
#seventeen#seventeen imagine#svt#svt x reader#seventeen fluff#svt fluff#fanfic#seventeen x reader#woozi fluff#woozi imagines#woozi fanfic#woozi seventeeseventeen woozi#woozi x reader#jihoon seventeen#seventeen jihoon#jihoon fluff#jihoon imagines#jihoon fanfic#jihoon x reader#daisymbin: reqs
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ËĘâĄÉË Fans ship you with another member
ââ when you've been dating in secret but the fans think you look good with his bandmate
pair ⢠enhypen x idol!reader
genres ⢠fluff, one shot, humor
HEESEUNG
Heeseung was not new to the concept of shipping. Getting involved involved in multiple cases himself, he's already come to the point where he has gotten used to all the edits and theories. So seeing his s/o get involved in some of their own was not really a shock.
Until he came across a few tiktok conspiracies of you and Sunghoon after the two of you hosted together for a music show. Comments were flooding with statements of how you both had good chemistry and that you two would make a good couple.
"Should I request the company to get us to MC together for the next show or..." Heeseung suggested, rewatching the edit on his phone.
"You could. Then you could kiss me as part of an adlib too if you want" You joked, knowing too well how that would get the both of you in a lot of trouble. "Don't test me" He replied with a smirk growing on his face
JAY
Award show season was a field day for fans. Other than the awards and performances, people always looked forward to the interactions and stage reactions. And it wasn't any different for the Heeseung and Y/N shippers.
As you were seated in the audience watching your boyfriend, Jay perform his part of their performance with Heeseung, you couldn't help but enjoy yourself with the stage they just put up. But of course, the fans thought differently. Shippers online were talking about how you were gushing and cheering for his bandmate rather than him, which Jay thought was absurd considering that there were two members on the stage at that time.
"I was right there, how could they get it so wrong?" He complained while scrolling through the tags causing you to laugh at his reaction. "If it helps, I could start smiling when you start singing your parts in the next show." "Please"
JAKE
"So care to explain why the internet thinks you and Sunoo would make a good couple?" You turned your head to meet with your boyfriend's face who was pouting while trying to show your ship name trending.
Hundreds and hundreds of tweets talking about the compatibility of you and Sunoo would have has gone wild. So much, that even an article was written about it. 'Not a couple, but we wouldn't mind if they were'
"I don't know. You tell me" You replied as you reached out to grab the phone from his hand to see the edits of you and his bandmate. Most of which talking about how your visuals compliment each other and how you have a lot of similarities. "Hm...we do look cute don't we?" "Hey!" Jake protested, grabbing his phone back. "Individually, yes. Together? No way. You're mine"
SUNGHOON
"You won't believe what I just found" Ni-ki stated as he entered the living room. You were staying over at the Enhypen dorms for the afternoon before you head over for you comeback practice. "There's this fanfiction of Y/N and Jungwon going around"
Sunghoon quickly straightened his back and grabbed the phone from Ni-ki's hand to see what he was talking about. And there it was, a fanfiction of his s/o and bandmate with tons of likes. "Jungwon!" He shouted causing you to grab his wrist. "Oh calm down, it's not like it's true" "Yeah well I'm just saying, if it was about you and me, that story would've been published on bookstores"
"I have nothing to do with this by the way" Jungwon protested as he looked over the maknae's shoulder to see what the commotion was about.
SUNOO
It was widely known about how amazing of a dancer you were. It was one of the things Sunoo loved about you. But it was also one of the things the internet saw as something you had in common with Enhypen's maknae.
When the year-end show's were beginning to be announced, fans rushed online to request a special stage with you and Ni-ki, with some even going as far as calling it a "couple dance".
"Couple dance? What are they talking about couple dance? Just 'dance' is where we draw the line" Sunoo protested with a pout on his face. Amused to see the jealous look on his face, you couldn't help but smother him in kisses. "You're so adorable, you know that? And besides, that just means I have more excuses to visit your practice room"
JUNGWON
It was comeback season for both you and your boyfriend's group. Of course, you couldn't pass on the opportunity on doing a tiktok challenge with them. This time, the task of doing the challenge was going to be with Jake. But it wasn't a problem for you or Jungwon. He still made sure to support his s/o and his bandmate as he watched them film for the video.
That was until they were up and posted, and the comments started talking about how the two of them looked cute and that they were beginning to ship them.
"Okay, from now on, I'll be doing all your tiktok challenges"
"But what if-"
"I will do all of them"
NI-KI
You probably lucked out because it wasn't everyday that you got the chance to film a variety show with yours and your boyfriend's group.
Everyone was having a blast. The whole cast was laughing and joking around, Enhypen and your members seem to be very comfortable around each other, and you get to spend the whole day with Ni-ki.
When a part of the game asked you to pair up with someone else from the lineup, and Jay just so happens to be the person available to the job.
When the show was aired, the shipping was almost inevitable. The edits and the conspiracy theories were everywhere! Contrast to popular belief, I don't think Riki is the type to get jealous over something as silly (as what he describes it) as fans making ship edits, but he will make it a topic at the table.
"Jay hyung, I heard you and y/n-"
"Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it"
#leehslvr_writes#enhypen fluff#enhypen fanfic#enhypen reactions#enhypen fic#enhypen x reader#enhypen au#heeseung#lee heeseung#enhypen#jungwon#sunghoon#jay#park jongseong#jake sim#kim sunoo#nishimura riki#kpop
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Love in Verses (XXX)
Chapter 30: âYou liked me well enough in black; I make you a gift of these objectsâ
Hi! Here is a new chapter! Some shopping for our lovebirds that turns into Andrew fighting for his lifeâŚ
I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!
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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)
Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if itâs not explicit nsfw description, so minors here
Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancĂŠ breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?
Word Count: 3322
Masterlist for the series â Hozierâs masterlist â Main masterlist
Here are my black clothes
I think now it is better to love no one than to love you. Here are my black clothes, the tired nightgowns and robes fraying in many places. Why should they hand useless as though I were going naked? You liked me well enough in black; I make you a gift of these objects. You will want to touch them with your mouth, run your fingers through the thin tender underthings and I will not need them in my new life.
Louise GlĂźck, The First Five Book of Poems
The tailor was posh but undoubtedly talented. Then again, it was a tailor, posh was to be expected.
It was the old type of tailor, the one you saw in movies, the type that hid a secret passage to the secret service. Wooden walls covered with wooden shelves and clothes, wooden tiles on the floor, large corduroy armchairs. You walked in feeling like you didnât belong there, like you should never have come in the first place.
Frank spotted you instantly when you walked in. You hadnât seen each other in a few weeks, there were times when you missed him. There were times when you didnât think of him at all⌠what a strange feeling⌠he was always in your thoughts for yearsâŚ
You wished Andrew was there with you. You wondered if his classes were going well this morning, you wanted to make him a coffee and chat instead of workingâŚ
âY/N!â Frank beamed at you, crossing the room to give you a hug. âIâve missed you! Weâve spent too long apart!â
âMissed you too. You look well! Are you ready to choose your suit?â
âIâm so nervous,â he admitted with an uncomfortable laugh.
âItâll be just fine.â
You said hello to Frankâs friends and family members gathered in the shop. Only a few people, including the three best men.
The tailor came in a few minutes later, started taking care of his clients. You remained quiet while the group was splitting its attention between Frankâs suit and his best menâ clothes.
The plan was simple. You had to give him terrible advice. You had to ruin the suit, make him look ridiculous. Something that Sam would hate.
That was the only way to weaken the wedding with todayâs activity.
You waited patiently, watched Frank try suits on. Every piece of garment shattered your heart.
You should have been the one discovering the suit on your wedding day. You should have been the one he talked about now, asking if you would like that colour on him, hoping you would find him handsome.
He was. He was handsome. So fucking much. You wanted to shout, to claw your eyes out of their sockets with the pain of it. He was so handsome, and you should have never been here. Instead of seeing him try on all these suits, you should have been the bride hiding her dress from him. But you werenât. You were just the friend he was turning his attention to now, asking for an advice.
And you couldnât do it. Couldnât ruin this for him. You were too kind-hearted for that, or perhaps, you were simply too much in pain.
You struggled to put a smile on your face.
âI think navy blue is better than green on you.â
âYou think?â he asked, looking at the two shades.
âIt matches your eyes better. Makes them pop.â
He smiled, bright and excited.
Had he ever smiled like this thinking of your wedding? Of marrying you?
âThank you, Y/N. Youâre always right with those things.â
âBecause I pay attention.â
Your answer held more meaning than it seemed, but he didnât notice. He never did. Not when it was you.
And you wanted revenge now. You wanted him to regret you. You wanted him to see that you were enough, that you were always enough, that Sam wasnât better than you⌠even if you didnât really believe it. Frank had chosen Sam. Andrew had been in love with her, and now that he was starting to move on, it was to be with a woman who wasnât you.
You excused yourself, looked for the bathroom. The moment you turned the lock on your door, the tears were let free.
You looked so sad when you came back.
It was almost noon when you stepped in the office, Andrew had been waiting for you to eat his lunch. He didnât have classes for the rest of the day, and neither did you. He was relieved about it, you clearly needed some help.
âHow did it go?â he asked as you closed the door behind you.
You didnât answer at first, instead you took the time to take off your coat, let yourself fall in your office chair and throw your head back towards the ceiling. You let out a dramatic moan, Andrew chuckled at the sound.
âThat bad, huh? Did you make him choose something terrible to wear?â
You didnât answer.
âLet me guess⌠you saw him in there, it broke your heart, but you didnât lie and helped him look stunning for his wedding day.â
âHow do you know? Thatâs exactly what happened.â
âI know you. Youâre too kind to do something so mean and selfish. Hiding a few bottles of champagne is one thing, making your ex look like a fool on the most important day of his life is another.â
âIâm so pathetic. I feel so⌠patheticâŚâ
âYouâre not. Youâre just heartbroken.â
âSame bloody thing.â
âWhat can I do?â
You looked at him then, tears in your eyes and looking so sad⌠so damn sadâŚ
But then you looked angry instead, wrath burning through your gaze and Andrew shuddered at the sight.
You looked gorgeous like this, despite your eyes reddened with tears. Fierce was a good look on you, it had always beenâŚ
âIâm going to make him regret me so fucking much heâll beg to get me back.â
He raised an eyebrow, surprised by your determination.
âAnd how do we do that?â
âBy making me look so fucking good heâll have nightmares about leaving me.â
Andrewâs heart skipped a beat. His words came out in a whisper you didnât hear.
âYouâre always gorgeous, Y/NâŚâ
âWeâre going to this party theyâre throwing two weeks before the wedding. So⌠inâŚâ
âTwo weeks.â
âYeah⌠in two weeks. God, I canât believe itâs the end of April already. Exams will be back in no time.â
âDonât mention thatâŚâ Andrew winced. âBesides, weâll have to go through the conference firstâŚâ
âDid you have an answer for that by the way?â
Andrew smiled.
âMain speaker on the second day. Forty-minutes presentation.â
âThatâs awesome, Andy! Congrats!â
âIâm going to hate every second of it.â
âYouâll be brilliant.â
âWeâll need to rehearse your presentation too.â
âYes, thank you for helping me.â
âDonât mention it. Weâre a team.â
You exchanged a tender smile, one that reached gratefulness for more than professional support.
âAnyway, Iâm going to go shopping after work,â you declared. âIâll buy the most gorgeous dress for that party. And Frank will be at my fucking feet.â
Andrew chuckled at that.
âAlright, good plan.â
âActually⌠can I be insufferable and ask for your help?â
âPardon me? My help? I donât know anything about dressesâŚâ
âYouâre a man. You know what men like. Actually, you know what? We could go now. Be back before two and work this afternoon.â
âNow?â
âNow.â
âOkayâŚâ
Andrew gathered his things in a hurry, let you babble away while you exited the office. He didnât mention the way your voice was shaking from time to time, how your eyes still glistened with withheld tears.
He didnât mention any of it. He merely drove you to the shop you liked.
Andrew didnât know what to do while you browsed through expensive dresses, selected a few, asked for his opinion. He didnât really have any. He had no idea what he was supposed to do to make you smile again, to make you happy, to make you feel as beautiful as you truly wereâŚ
You walked in a fitting room with five different dresses to try on. There werenât many people in the shop at this hour, only an old woman with her grand-daughter were looking for a dress for the young woman. The elder lady started chatting casually with Andrew while they both waited in front of the cabins.
âYour girlfriend is looking for a dress for a special occasion?â she asked, and Andrew fiercely blushed.
âOh⌠no, sheâs not⌠weâre not⌠Sheâs not my girlfriend.â
She gave him a look, one that annoyed him a lot.
âRight⌠I seeâŚâ
Andrew ignored her, her grand-daughter showing her a dress the perfect excuse not to answer.
And then he heard you calling his name in a quiet voiceâŚ
His heart didnât just skip a few beats, it stopped altogether. Butterflies didnât cut it, these were fireworks in his stomach.
You were standing there in an emerald dress that fell across your calves, a low cut on your cleavage that made his wildest fantasies about you seem mild.
âWhat do you think? I like this one.â
You turned around to show him the back, or rather, the absence of clothing on the backless dress.
Andrew couldnât breathe. Couldnât thinkâŚ
You were so⌠soâŚ
âHow do I look?â
You were so⌠soâŚ
ââŚBreathtaking.â
You blinked up at him. And he tried to hide his reaction, but he couldnât. He must have looked stunned, a deer in headlights, and he couldnât help it. You were soâŚ
ââŚPerfect.â
You raised a surprised eyebrow, a shy smile forming on your lips.
He wanted to kiss you so badly. He wanted to touch the skin of your back the dress revealed. He wanted to run his fingers along your cleavage. He wanted to tear that gorgeous dress off youâŚ
He cleared his throat, averted his eyes so he would stop staring at you.
âYeah⌠thatâs⌠a good one.â
âI have another I like, hang on.â
He nodded, unable to look at you. He could feel warmth spreading through his body, but he would never survive the humiliation of getting a boner in the middle of a shop because you were trying dresses onâŚ
âNot your girlfriend, huh?â
Andrew turned to the stranger, the old woman giving him a knowing smile.
âYouâd better make her your girlfriend, before itâs too late.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âNo, of course not.â
She heaved a sigh, looking at the closed curtain of the fitting room where her grand-daughter had disappeared.
âMy husband looked at me like that, you know? The way you look at her. And I can only hope my grand-child will find someone who will look at her like that, too.â
âLike what?â
âLike she is the most beautiful thing on this earth.â
She stared right into his eyes.
âThe way you must be looked at when you are loved.â
Andrew struggled to swallow, looked away, fiercely blushing.
Christ, he was a desperate case. And if a stranger could notice his feelings for you, surely everyone had⌠what would you say if you noticed? Would you push him away? Would you break his heart?
You walked out of your cabin again, wearing a black dress this time. And Andrew tried to hide it better this time, but you looked divine. It fitted your curves perfectly, it made your body look like sinâŚ
âWhat about this one?â you asked, turning around, and Andrew hated himself for being unable to stop himself from staring at your arse.
âYeah⌠thatâs a good one too,â he nodded, clearing his throat.
âWhich one do you prefer?â
âI⌠I donât knowâŚâ
âCome on! I like both. I donât know which one to pick. Whatâs your favourite?â
He struggled to control his breathing, to slow down his heart.
âI⌠erm⌠I really liked the green one.â
âThe green one?â
âYeah, it⌠youâre gorgeous in this dress too though.â
He heard you clearing your throat too.
âRight⌠the green dress it is, then.â
âYeah⌠okay⌠grand⌠erm, like⌠goodâŚâ
âThanks, Andy.â
âDonât mention it.â
Christ, please, donât mention itâŚ
âIâll get changed real quick.â
He hummed as he nodded, still unable to look at you.
By his side, the elderly lady chuckled, and Andrew wanted to dissolve into nothing, a puddle on the ground, to simply be atomised into thin airâŚ
You bought the dress, Andrew drove you back to Trinity in relative silence. He was too busy picturing you in these dresses again, too busy trying not to picture you in these dresses again.
When you walked back to your office though, it was obvious that you were still sad. That search for a semblance of power over a situation you couldnât control was gone again. He let out a long exhale through his nose as he looked at you sitting behind your desk. He crossed the room, avoiding the lamp hanging from the ceiling, and gave you a soft smile.
âYouâre alright, Y/N?â
You shook your head.
âIâm sorry⌠I just⌠I canât get over it.â
âItâs okay. Youâre upset, thatâs all.â
âSeeing him like this⌠wearing these suits⌠he should have been wearing them for meâŚâ
âI know. I know, Y/N.â
âI want my life back.â
âBut you have one. You have one now. You donât need him in it.â
âI feel like I need him. I feel like I⌠like I just messed everything up.â
âYou didnât. You didnât mess anything up. None of this is your fault.â
âIf he chose her, then I must be lacking somethingâŚâ
âYouâre not. Trust me, youâre not lacking anything. Itâs his loss if he canât see whatâs right in front of him.â
You looked up at him, surprised by the sudden harshness of his tone.
âYou donât need him, Y/N⌠you⌠you could have better than him. You⌠heâs not⌠Heâs not even paying attention to you.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHe doesnât really care. I think heâs a little too selfish for that.â
He shook his head.
âI see you with him, you know? Youâre not yourself. Youâre not⌠babbling away about cinema, or literature, or art or this recipe youâve just tried or⌠itâs like you just shut down. And you listen, and then you make a tiny summary of all the things you wanted to say⌠but youâre so fucking smart. Youâre so fucking interesting. Youâre⌠you shouldnât be with someone who doesnât care about what you have to say. And he fucking broke your heart! Why do you still want him? WhyâŚ?â
Why do you still want him, instead of me?
But he didnât say it. He stopped, and closed his fists tightly.
Andrew was growing annoyed, angry even. And of course you noticed, he reckoned he was doing a pretty bad job at hiding his true feelings.
âY/N⌠Frank⌠Iâm not saying heâs a bad person, butâŚâ
âBut?â
âBut he doesnât deserve you.â
You raised an eyebrow, visibly unimpressed.
âReally? Why not? Itâs not like Iâm anything special, anyway.â
Andrew frowned hard.
âAre you listening to yourself?!â he asked with something aghast in his voice, a genuine incomprehension that surprised you. âYouâre⌠youâre amazing. You deserve so much better than him! You deserve to be treated with respect, to have someone who actually pays attention to you, who cares about you, who listens to you when youâre talking about your passions, whoâs not going to disregard what youâre saying simply because they disagreeâŚâ
But you interrupted him with a scoff.
âPerfection doesnât exist, Andy. Iâve learned as much in life. I donât have a choice but to settle for less than that.â
âThereâs a difference between accepting someoneâs faults and flaws and setting the bar so low itâs actually buried undergroundâŚâ
âYouâre one to talk! Youâre still in love with Samantha despite how she hurt you, despite the fact that she doesnât give two shites about your poetry or your work, about the fact that she wonât make a single fucking effort for youâŚâ
âWho says Iâm still in love with her?â
You raised a surprised eyebrow, and you were genuinely taken aback this time, Andrew could tell.
âYouâre not?â you asked, your tone quieter, Andrew guessed that it was a side-effect of your surprise.
âNo, Iâm not. Iâve learnt my lesson. I want to move on. I⌠Iâm moving on.â
âWow⌠thatâs⌠good⌠Thatâs really grand, Andy. Is it⌠because of that woman you mentioned?â
Andrewâs heart sped up, he could feel himself panicking, he closed and opened his fists multiple times in an attempt to slow down his breathing.
âI⌠I mean⌠kind ofâŚâ
âKind of?â
âIâŚâ
He took a deep breath, gathering his courage.
âI want to be with her. I⌠I just⌠I havenât told her yet.â
âWhy not? You should ask her on a date.â
But he shook his head.
âShe wonât say yes. I know her, she wonât go on a date with me, not for now. Besides⌠Itâs too soon⌠for me too, I mean. I need to put Sam behind me for good, before I can try to be with her.â
You stared at him with a blank expression⌠or rather, not blank. The opposite. Like you felt something but tried to show the opposite reaction. The result was unreadable to him.
âIâm glad youâre moving on.â
But your tone was flat, and you didnât seem happy at all.
âThanks,â Andrew answered anyway.
You heaved a tired sigh.
âPlease, donât judge me with Frank. I⌠you donât understand.â
Andrew sighed too, let the air out through gritted teeth.
âNo, youâre right. I donât understand. I mean⌠I do. I do understand the process of grieving for a life that wasnât fully yours to begin with, but you thought would belong to you. But thatâs the thing, Y/N. You need to start grieving now. You canât remain stuck there forever. You⌠You deserve to be happy. You deserve better than that. Donât do that to yourself. Especially not for someone like him. We deserve better than this, Y/N.â
You stared at him now, tears in your eyes, a sight he wished he could banish forever. He would take all of your pain away if he could, he would suffer it in your stead.
âItâs not that easy, Andy,â you shook your head, taking a step back.
âIt could be. It could be, Y/NâŚâ
âIâve loved him for so longâŚâ
Andrew slowly nodded.
âYou could love again, with a little bit of time. He⌠he doesnât care about you, Y/N. He doesnât⌠listen when you talk. He acts like he does, but he doesnât. Heâs not interested in what makes you happyâŚâ
âNeither is Sam with you.â
âI know. I know, and I donât want that anymore.â
âBut I want Frank.â
Your voice was shaking, it didnât sound either earnest nor convincing. Still, hearing the words broke Andrewâs heart.
After everything⌠how could you still want Frank⌠why couldnât you want him instead?
Could you⌠could you ever want him?
Andrew closed his fists tightly, until he could feel the sharp pain of his nails digging crescent marks into his palm. Perhaps you would never want him. Maybe it wasnât just about Frank, maybe it was about him⌠maybe he was simply⌠not your type, not attractive to you, not good enough.
He let out a long, painful exhale through his nose.
âWould that make you happy?â he genuinely asked, voice quiet, deeper than usual, but softer than before as well. âIs that what will make you happy?â
You stared at him for a moment, then clenched your jaw. When you answered, he couldnât read in your eyes whether or not you were telling the truth. Maybe you were lying⌠against all odds, he hoped you were lying.
âYes.â
One word, breathed out, it was enough to break his heart.
Slowly, Andrew nodded.
âAlright, weâll do it then. Weâll go to that stupid party. Weâll make him jealous. Weâll make him see what heâs losing by choosing Sam over you. If itâs what it takes for you to be happy⌠As long as it makes you happy.â
âThank you.â
He stared at you as you walked back to your desk, sat before your computer, looked at the screen.
He turned around, blinking tears away, stood in front of the window behind his desk.
As long as it would make you happyâŚ
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HERE WE GO. dewther phone sex that probably could have gone on for another six thousand words if I'd continued writing instead of forcing myself to end it :)
there is some lore-y stuff in here because I am not me if I don't include my own personal lore, and at the end there's mentions of heats and knotting but neither of those actually happen :)
Dew is a lil mean in this but as it turns out, Aether really likes em mean.
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The phone rings, pulling him from the inventory reports in front of himâit's the desk phone of all things, not his cell that sits face down a little further away and for a moment, he thinks to ignore it, to continue his work so he can finish quicker and get to bed sooner, but at the late hour it could be some kind of emergencyâÂ
He picks it up, balancing his pen in his other hand as he cradles the desk phone between his ear and shoulder, âInfirmary, this is Aether speaking, how can I help you?â Â
Thereâs silence on the line for a moment and Aether tilts his head, âHello? Is someone there?â Â
A sigh, familiar in its tone echoes across the line, âHey Aeth,â Dew mumbles, sounding tired, âDidnât know if youâd still be awake.â Â
Aether glances up at the clock across the room, the hands ticking by slowly, itâs late, much later than heâd expected, âAh,â he says, âI was finishing up some inventory reports in the infirmary, some new guy decided to double the amount of gauze we need so now weâre swimming in it but donât have any more antibiotics,â he glances down at the papers in front of him, red lines crossed through black numbers, âBeen down here most of the day counting things to get everything right again.â Â
Dew hums, a pleased little sound, âI like hearing you talk about the work you do,â he says, tone bordering on that sappy-tired one he gets whenever heâs worked to the bone and sleepy, âI miss you.â Â
âI miss you too,â Aether murmurs with a small smile, leaning back in his chair and focusing all of his attention on Dew, âHow is guard duty with Frater Imperator?â he asks, a brief flash of worry catching him. Â
âHeâs safe,â Dew says, yawns widely over the line, âA little annoyed by the travel, a lot annoyed that there may still be something or someone after him despite everything,â heâs candid about it, and if Aether closes his eyes, he can almost see Dew sitting in front of him, waving a lazy hand in emphasis as he speaks. âOf course, weâre doing fine, this other church is okay, a little drafty and the ghouls here donât really speak, but I guess itâs fine for a little while. The elders keep giving me dirty looks when they think Copia isnât watching though.â Â
A pang of regret goes through him, heâd almost went with Dew and Copia, but something had come up in the infirmary, someone had fallen ill and heâd been the best person to fill in, he wishes he were there with Dew right now. âSounds exciting,â he says, âA little draft isnât too much for a fire ghoul, right?â he asks teasingly, feeling the tension of the day fade the longer he speaks to Dew. Â
âCold day in Hell that a puny little church with an annoying clergy bothers me enough to make me leave early,â Dew says with a snort, âI wanted to talk to you though, time differences suck. Weâre on different continents and everything so I canât even really feel you right now either.â Â
Aether gets it, he can feel the way his bond with Dew is weakened, barely there, dormant in the distance between themâin the back of his mind he can still feel him, but itâs a far cry from the usual. âI know, wisp,â he murmurs, âI wish we were closer too,â he admits, âChurch is quiet without you here.â Â
âCopia was giving me shit earlier,â Dew admits after a few moments of silence, âSaid I looked sad, like someone stole something from me,â he pauses, clears his throat, âTold me to come call you, that youâd probably be up working still even at the late hour.â Â
âHe was right,â Aether says with a little laugh, âNot that he has any room to talk about what is and isnât late,â he continues, and then glances up at the ceiling, âAre you still sad?â he asks cheekily, lazily spinning his chair to the side, âDo you need me to talk to you so you can fall asleep?â Â
He means it as a joke, but thereâs a serious undercurrent there, something theyâd discovered before Copiaâs lateral move, when Dew had toured but Aether stayed behindâsometimes, sometimes his brain wouldnât let him sleep, not alone, and heâd call Aether, listen to the quintessence ghoul talk until his eyes grew heavy and he fell into a comfortable sleepâimagining his mate right there beside him. Â
Dew hums lazily, âMaybe,â he starts, but this time, thereâs something of a breathless quality to his voice, âOr maybe I want to talk to you about other things.��� Â
It takes Aether a moment, if he focuses hard enough, he can hear something on the other line, a slick sound, a hitch in Dewâs breathing, âIs this a booty call?â he canât help but ask, the words spilling out before he can stop it, âDew are youââ he cuts himself off, presses his palm against the bottom of the phone and glances around the office. Â
Itâs late, of course, and the door isnât locked, but heâs the only one down here right now, having sent the rest of the staff off, only keeping a bare bones support staff in case of emergencies, but he canât sense anyone else. Â
âI am working,â Aether finally says, lowering his hand, feeling a flush come up the sides of his neck, âIf someone were to walk into my office, theyâdââ Â
âTheyâd what?â Dew asks sharply, the hitch in his voice making it obvious what heâs doing, âTheyâd think you were on the phone, right, baby? That youâre working late, working so hard for everyone, making sure the inventory reports are all correct. Youâre not doing something silly like touch yourself, are you? Youâre on the phone and youâre working diligently.â Â
Aether grits his teeth, pressing a fist hard into his thigh, âIâm not touching myself,â he says, and looks down at his desk again, numbers taunting him on the page, âIâve stopped working for the moment to talk to you,â he inhales deeply, bites his lip when he hears Dew moan quietly over the line. Â
âYouâre being such a good boy,â Dew murmurs the praise, praise that shoots right down to Aetherâs core, âIâm going to touch myself and youâre going to listen to me and keep working, arenât you?â Â
Aether bites harder at his lower lip, tilting his head back against the chair, âI am,â he finally agrees, after a long moment of listening to Dew breathe heavily, the slick sounds of his hand. Â
Dew waits for a moment, almost as if heâs aware that Aetherâs not working, waits for minutes until Aether sits up, scoots his chair forward and picks his pen back up, âIf I were there with you, Iâd situate myself under your desk,â he purrs, words going a bit high on the end. âYouâd be a busy body about it, complain about me distracting you but we both know you want me to.â Â
Aether digs the pen into the paper in front of him, keeping his gaze trained on the numbers on the page and he hums a little, âYou are good at being a little shit sometimes,â he says, trying to keep his tone casual. Â
A laugh, breathless and the slick sounds seem to get louder, âUh huh,â he agrees, âI am, but you love me like that, you love when I push your buttons. Take you down a peg, big guy.â Dew grunts a little and Aether can only imagine that heâs fucking up into his fist, âYou turn to putty in my hands the second I get my mouth on you,â he breathes. Â
âLies,â Aether says, trying to keep his voice firm as he presses his legs together, âYouâre just running your mouth.â Â
Dew swears softly, âAether,â he moans out, âStrong words for the guy who begged me to fuck him right before I left,â he teases, and Aether feels hot under the collar when he thinks about it, how desperate he had been for Dewâs dick. âItâs okay big guy, I love when you fall apart for me, when you can barely speak because youâre so dick drunk,â he coos, âThinking about how your skinâs so cold, but every time I get inside you, you heat up like a fire ghoul,â he teases, âLike Iâm branding you from the inside out, isnât that right baby, youâre all mine and no one can fuck you as good as I can.â Â
Aether squeezes the pen in his hand tight enough that he can hear the plastic creaking, âDew,â he says sharply, but doesnât speak beyond that, knows if he says anything else heâs going to make a fool of himself, heâs going to start babbling about how much he wishes Dew were here now, down under his desk, mouth on him, making him come. Â
As the silence stretches between them, Dew moans again, this time higher, another swear, the steady creak of bedsprings, little ah, ah, ahs falling from his lips as he does, âSay something sweet for me baby,â he finally says, breathless and oh so close. âLet me hear your gorgeous voice, tell me what you want me to do for you, baby.â Â
And oh Dewâs begging now, desperate in the same way he gets when theyâre together, even when heâs being mean and teasing Aetherâwhen heâs close, when he just needs a bit more to come. Â
The pen clatters to the desk and Aetherâs quick to shove his hand down the front of his scrubs, so glad heâd opted for them instead of the stuffy slacks he normally wore when on administration duties, âI want your mouth on me,â he finally admits, âWanna fuck your face while you wait under the desk for me to finish working,â he manages to get out, moans when his fingers meet his dick, stroking over it quickly. âWant you to put a couple of fingers inside me, something for me to squeeze around,â he swallows heavily, tilts his head back against the chair as he arches his hips up into his own touch, imagining the heat of Dewâs mouth around him, âI feel so empty, firelight,â he admits, voice breaking a little as he does, pants out in the open, âFeels so empty when youâre away, want you to carve a place inside me and never leave.â Â
Dew swears again, louder, a litany of fucks falling from his lips and Aether thinks he comes, thinks if he focuses hard enough he can feel it, the heat of it inside him, that maybe their distance is driving him a bit mad with how much he misses him. Â
âCome for me baby,â Dewâs voice, rough with his orgasm, fills Aetherâs ears, draws a sharp gasp out of him as he clenches around nothing and comes, goes completely breathless with it as he continues to touch himself until heâs too sensitive and he has to pull his hand away though it doesnât go far, arm falling limp between his thighs once his hand is free from his scrub pants. Â
It takes a while for his heart to settle down, for his breathing to fall under control again and he allows it, floats there as he wishes that Dew were here with him right now, a warm weight between his legs, fire all down his chest and stomach as he cradles him close, chasing away the chill that always falls over Aether after coming. Â
ââay weâre going to be back tomorrow, weâve done all the ground work here, anyway, the rest is just boring admin work that can be done over Doom meetings.â Dewâs murmuring when he comes back into focus, âAs soon as I see you baby, Iâm going to get my hands all over you just like you deserve,â he promises, filthy and low in his ear, âGonna have you coming so much youâll be satisfied for days.â Â
Aether hums, interested when his brain catches on the first part, still mostly focused on the second half of Dewâs words, âTomorrow?â he asks, hating the way his voice sounds so hopeful. Â
Fuck, itâd been weeks though, since heâd last seen Dew. Since theyâd been together. He misses him. Â
âYeah, baby,â Dew murmurs, âOur plane landed a bit ago, weâre at a hotel for the night, but Copiaâs got a car coming to get us in the morning. Weâll be home before you know it.â Â
Aether makes another noise, something choked, âOh,â he says, looks down at the paper on the desk in front of him, half-finished inventory reports, âIâve got toââ Â
âWhatever it is, it can wait,â Dew says firmly, âYouâve got tomorrow off and maybe the day after, Copiaâs feeling a bit benevolent,â he says that with a bit of a grin in his voice, âInventory will be fine for a couple of days, besides, Copia said heâd work on whatever you didnât finish, just leave it where youâve got it and heâll take over. No arguing with me, alright?â Â
And well, Aether canât argue, because heâs feeling a bit selfish, a bit like he wants to shirk his duties for a few days so he can spend time with Dew instead, something warm settling in the pit of his stomach. âOkay,â he settles on, feels the weight lifted off of his shoulders at the word as he leans back in the chair, making it squeak a bit under his weight. Â
âGood boy,â Dew says sweetly, âNow, listen, I want you to hang up the phone and go get cleaned up, settle in our bed and before you know it, Iâll be there, waking you up with a kiss.â Â
Aether thinks about his nest, the one heâd been working on since Dew had left, how it still smells like the two of them and how much he wants to be there now, âOkay, yeah,â he says, âI can do that.â He swallows, bites his lip, âI love you, Dew.â Â
Dew hums softly, âI love you too, big guy, Iâll see you tomorrow, bright and early.â Â
When he hangs up the phone, itâs with warm feelings, and as he levers himself up out of the chair, he feels like heâs floating. Â
He grabs his phone, scrolling through the few notifications that he has, thereâs a couple of text messages that heâs not too concerned with answering tonight, another text from Dew thatâs just a heart emoji and then a singular calendar notification. Â
Aether raises an eyebrow but thinks nothing of it at first, locks up the office and deposits the key in the safe box for another staff member to find before he heads up from the infirmary and to his and Dewâs bedroom. Â
Once heâs showered and settled into bed, wearing only his underwear and a thin t-shirt that used to be Dewâs at one point and is entirely too short on Aether and stretched out the from the number of times heâs squeezed into it, he picks his phone up again. Â
Taps the calendar notification and blinks at the entry that had been added recently. Â
Mandatory Leave 10.26 - 11.3Â â Accepted by F. Imperator Â
Thereâs a text, one that had come in while he was in the shower, from Copia this time. Â
Dew may be a little grumpy in the morning, our car arrives in three hours to pick us up, weâll be back before your heat starts. The others have stocked your room while you were working and Iâve taken the opportunity to clear your schedule for the next week just in case. Let me know if thereâs anything you need <3 Â
He feels a surge of affection, sends back a heart in response and takes a moment to take stock of himself, feels the low simmer of something that had been bothering him for a while, something gnawing at him the entire time heâd been without Dewâand he didnât think that it was heat, thought it was just something happening because Dew had been away for so long. His mind races a bit, wonders why his heat had decided to show now of all timesâ Â
His phone buzzes again, a text from Dew. Â
Go to sleep, Aeth. I can feel you thinking from all the way out here. Weâll talk about it tomorrow. Â
He huffs quietly, sends back a fuck you and a heart a moment later, almost immediately, another text comes through. Â
Of course, big boy, anything you need. Iâll even let you knot me if you want <3 Â
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