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sinstear · 10 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— IN YOUR ARMS, WHERE IT’S SAFE.

been thinking a little too much about abby after santa barbara. a once confident, brutal yet adventurous and tactical woman who didn’t let anyone get in her way, to a reserved shell that flinched or panicked whenever something bad happened around her. how her only thought is to make sure lev is safe and protected from the world they’re running from. every night that she goes out to look for extra supplies has her paranoia heightened, making sure to look over her shoulder every step she takes, not wanting to take any chances.

those late nights that she goes without lev to find more food, extra supplies, leaving them back at the small shack they called home, alone, plays on her mind the entire time. worried and anxious if she made the best decision to go by herself, but the other part of her brain didn’t want her to stress so much, she had food and drink to find, to make sure neither of them got sick, to never have that fear or feeling of dying again.

the place is empty. quite. once, that much quietness had abby on high alert, looking around for any sign of danger, but now? now she was rushing, pushing herself to just find what she came here for. she tries to ignore the way her brain already wants to leave, and keeps pushing herself forward. she promised lev she would be back with food, or at least something for them to eat, and she wasn’t about to break that promise because of her high paranoia. she’s not by herself anymore.

the store clearly had been ransacked hours before, but abby was used to doing patrols and going out for extra supplies, so she knows there is always something left on the shelves, in the drawers, or even tucked away hidden. wiping her forehead with her arm, abby slowly makes her way around the isles while trying to make as quiet of sounds as she possibly could. she didn’t really prepare herself like she would have done years ago, maybe that’s her own fault, but right now getting back to lev alive and well was the second thing on her mind. finding something to eat was the first.

her stomach grumbled at the singular thought of eating something that wasn’t bread she found a few days ago and sighed softly at the sight of a couple tinned food cans on the shelf near one of the back exit doors. thankful that whoever was here, was in a rush to get what they could to not realize they had practically saved her night by leaving behind a little something that is good enough for lev to eat.

her feet carry her slowly, she’s tired, she’s been walking around for a good few hours to find a place, and now that she’s found one, she can feel the exhaustion in her body. the ache in her bones and muscles that haven’t gone away in months. one good nights rest is all she asks for, but will she ever get that? will there be a day where she doesn’t have to look over her shoulder, and relax? even she doesn’t know.

by the time she gets to where she wants, abby doesn’t have enough time to react, she just cowers away into herself when another hand touches hers abruptly, which were reaching for the same canned food she spotted. those eyes go wide when she notices a woman looking at her, then the food and then back at abby with a small curve in her lips. “sorry, was in my own world then, did you want it?”

nothing seems to come out her mouth as she just stares. slightly scared, and the rest of her somewhat calm. she doesn’t know why, but she was.

“didn’t mean to scare you,” they whispered, offering their name which causes abby to relax enough that she can put her arms back down, stop protecting herself to respond with her name.

“abby.”

“s’pretty name. abby” you test out her name, another smile appearing on your face as you do. “nice to meet you,” you lift your hand out towards her and you feel your heart break when she flinches back away from you. “oh, no, i won’t hurt you,” you frowned, shaking your head sadly.

abby’s at a loss for words, really, she doesn’t know what to say or do while you look at her with such a soft look that makes her feel like she is going to explode from how gentle you were, and how slow you approached her. “i promise, if you need the food, it’s yours” you offered again, holding the canned food out for her.

“you got it first,” was the second thing that came out her mouth. looking at you, analyzing you silently.

“are you here alone?”

“i have lev at,” she paused, eyebrows furrowed in a tight frown. “at home. so i’m just trying to find something for them to eat”

“would you,” it was your turn to stumble over your words as she wiped her face again, huffing at herself softly. “want to stay with me? i have warm water, you could have a shower, it’s hard to find that lately, i can make you something to eat. i have a room you can sleep in, if you want. you don’t have to, i would just feel safer knowing you are safe” you rambled, waving your hands around.

the blonde is at a loss for words again, she’s met a few groups of people since that night, but none of them had ever offered to help her and lev. let alone offer to let them both stay in their house, and you could tell she was fighting with herself at the sudden stare she was giving you. more confused and terrified this time. “i can’t ask you to do that. we will be okay”

“you’re not asking me, m’offering you to stay with me. for however long you want. there’s no pressure, but company is always nice. i would really like company, especially when finding that company is really hard now”

“i- we would have to go back home, and get lev first, and make sure they are comfortable staying with you. i’m fine with it, but i’m all they have left. we are all each other have now”

abby’s heart thumps in her chest at your sudden bright smile, and nodded up at her. “s’okay, there’s no rush. as long as you are both comfortable with it. oh, your food!” you laughed, looking away as your face heated up. “please take it, you had it first”

“you had it first, actually.” abby laughed softly.

the sound had your heart thumping loudly in your chest this time.

taking the tins from your hands carefully, abby finds herself blushing as your fingers graze hers before pulling away just as quickly with a clear of her throat. “shall, shall we go?”

“lead the way, abby”

your house wasn’t one that she assumed you would live in. she expected something small, or tiny, not a complete farmhouse. and you offered to let her and lev stay here? after quickly agreeing, saying where they lived was too small for the pair of them, and multiple panics about abby taking a little longer than usual, the blonde reassured she would always come back and this was a chance to change their life. have something they haven’t had in a while. comfort and safety.

abby’s cautious of when she steps foot in the small home that you’ve made for yourself. her once bright eyes, now almost lifeless, bore into everything. silently making sure nothing is going to pop out and hurt lev here. when you notice the worried look on her face, you take a small step towards her, a soft smile on your lips and you simply hold your hand out for her. “i won’t hurt you, i promise” you assure her, even though you don’t have to. you’ve already been good enough to let her and lev stay here, so she just nodded at you, looking at your hand before holding hers out for you. slightly flinching when you hold onto hers softly. “it’s okay,” you smiled again. your smile suddenly becomes her favorite sight.

even after you’ve made something for them to eat, she watches you closely, especially with the way you rub lev’s shoulder when you place both bowls of stew on the table and that if there is anything else they want to eat or need, just tell you and you will gladly make it or get it for them. she still watches you when you make your way into the kitchen. and there’s a sudden drop in her stomach upon hearing the latch of the back door opening that has her bolting off her chair, looking for you with wide eyes.

“hey, i was just going to— abby? what’s wrong?” you frowned in your spot, noticing her now sweating and crimson face looking down at you. “hey,”

“where are you going?” she found herself asking, a little too rushed for her liking.

“i’m just going out to hang the laundry,” you smiled tiredly, chewing your bottom lip gently. “m’not going anywhere. do you want to come with me? lev is happily eating in the living room, so you’re more than welcome to join me. you are a little taller than me so, you can hang up some stuff for me”

abby doesn’t hesitate to agree. her sudden urge to be around you constantly peaks through as she turns around a final time to just check on lev, who was reading one of the books you left out and eating away at their food. with a final nod to herself, abby rushes herself through the small kitchen and through the back door, where she finds you already hanging up some of the cleaned clothes with that soft smile still on your face.

“need help?” abby finds herself smiling this time. a real one.

“always. get over here”

the blonde already knew she could trust you. just by how gentle you were with her. not pushing her to talk about something you knew was making her uncomfortable. you didn’t ask about the scars on her arms when you saw them, you just simply pressed a soft kiss to the ones on her hands and continued your task. she asked you about your life, and how you got here, which you gladly shared. with each word you gave, it drove her closer to you. she continuously found herself not even doing what you asked her and simply watched the way you spoke, the way your eyes lit up at the mention of something you loved doing, or how you spoke with your hands at times.

you still noticed the way she would cower away or flinch you when touched her as the night came and the stars shone in the sky, or a loud noise rang out but for the most part, abby apologized and said it wasn’t you, it was trauma that she’s been dealing with, still dealing with and you constantly reassured her that it was okay. she doesn’t need to apologies for being jumpy with certain things. the one time she let you touch her without flinching, was when she dropped the laundry basket because you had slammed one of the chicken cages shut, and rushed towards her and held her hand tightly, without another thought you rubbed the back of her neck comfortingly and and smiled against her temple. assuring her that everything was okay.

that same night, when lev is finally at peace and can get a good rest, she is the one who can’t fall asleep, like usual, she finds herself knocking on your bedroom door, thanks to the soft bed lamp shining under it. stumbling and blushing once you yell a soft ‘come in’ and she finds you curled up on your bed, reading a book. “you okay?” you ask, closing the book, leaning over to your side table and placing it down carefully before looking over at her again. “can’t sleep?”

“no,” abby pauses, chewing on her bottom lip harshly. “can i stay in here with you?”

“of course, come here”

and she could cry at how you open your arms for her.

the second she practically slumps her body on yours, and you rest one of your hands on her back, and the other instantly goes to her hair, she breaks. quiet and reserved abby cries in your arms when you, the first person to see her like this, thread your fingers through her hair, whispering against her forehead how she’s still so effortlessly beautiful. she doesn’t say anything though, she doesn’t have to, she just lets you comfortingly scratch her scalp at crazy hours of the night because you know she’s struggling to fall asleep peacefully.

“m’not gonna let anything or anyone hurt you ever again, okay?” you promised. hand slowly rubbing comforting circles on her back under her bed shirt. “you’re both safe here. i promise to protect you both with my life. you are safe, everything is okay”

for the first time in years, abby could finally close her eyes that night. both her and lev were safe. the safest she’s felt in a long time. because with your arms around her, and lips against her forehead in a hushed promise that you were here for her, she felt better. she felt content. she felt at home.

your promise of protection meant more to her than she could ever tell or show you.

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blainesebastian · 2 months ago

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simplicity

word count: 8,958 ship: Nick Leister x reader rating: NC-17 (for some smut, suggestive sexual language and expletives) summary: Nick is constantly going out of his way for you, but it’s in straightforward, uncomplicated situations. Your last boyfriend always made you feel like a burden, Nick makes you feel loved. notes: again, i appreciate all the positive comments and feedback 🥰 masterlist is here! notes2: gifs from this gif pack

Relationships have never been your strong suit. You’ve been with a few guys, but nothing has ever seemed to click. Getting along well enough is not a spark, it’s not magic. And maybe that’s naive, wanting that, wanting magic. But part of you doesn’t think that’s true—sometimes there’s magic in the mundane, in the simple, in someone just knowing you, thinking about you, caring.

You never knew that it could be something that’d be so effortless until you met Nick.

—

Nick is a pretty guarded person. When you first meet him, there’s amusement in his eyes and a twitch to his mouth, like an invisible string pulling his lips up. But none of that feels altogether sincere, like shades of him. It’s not until you’re friends with him for a few years, that you become his girlfriend, do you see him for who he truly is. Past the barriers, the masks.

He’s protective and caring and sweet. Thoughtful in a way you never knew someone could be. It’s dangerous because it makes him far too easy to fall in love with. But maybe that’s part of the magic you were looking for, that’s part of the fairytale. Except it’s all real.

—

Nick is constantly going out of his way for you, but it’s in straightforward, uncomplicated situations. Your last boyfriend always made you feel like a burden, Nick makes you feel loved.

—

Your periods have always been particularly bad. It’s not one of those things that you’ve talked about, mostly because it’s just…not something that’s usually brought up. But ever since your cycles began, the flow is typically heavy and the cramps are usually immobilizing. You’ve had to deal with it ever since you were younger, trying to wade through school or just…normal daily tasks like your body wasn’t attacking you from the inside out. The first few days are always where it’s the most terrible, then you kind of find a balance until it’s over. But fuck—you’ve yet to come up with a routine that helps.

For the most part you just end up in bed, or the shower, waiting for the worst of it to pass. Which is what you’re doing now—you’re curled up in a fetal position in bed, breathing in and out of your nose in strong, slow breaths.

You had a feeling that this was coming, could feel soft cramps beginning earlier in the day, but using a calendar is sometimes useless. You’re two days early. By the time night came around, you were sitting on the edge of your bed texting Jenna a red circle emoji with zero other explanation about why you couldn’t come out tonight. She’s totally empathetic, asking if need anything, but the last thing you want to do is ruin her night too. So you tell her to have a good time and to send you any embarrassing pics of Lion dancing once he gets a few drinks in him.

Running a hand over your face, your other massages your stomach, a headache beginning in the back of your eye sockets. There’s one more person you need to text.

Y/N: I’m passing away tonight, period snuck up on me

Your last ex practically cringed any time you mentioned blood, let alone your period. He never wanted you to talk about cycles, or the pain you were experiencing, or even mention when one was expected. Your emotions always took a swing in a worse direction as well, heightened by hormones, and fuck—you just needed your boyfriend to not act like such a dick. Which apparently was too much to ask.

He seemed to only care about your pussy when he could fuck it. Brash? Maybe. But also, unfortunately, true.

Nick: what do you need?

A soft smile tugs the corners of your mouth. What a difference a guy makes. Not only is he willing to talk about anything that has to do with your painful cycles, he’s also ready, at the drop of a hat, to get you things to help manage the symptoms. God it almost makes your eyes water with tears.

Y/N: I’m okay, just need to wade through

But he knows you.

Nick: to be clear, I’m coming over anyways

Nick: so can I get you anything?

You sniffle, curling your hair around your ear, thumbs hovering over the screen of your phone. Well—if he insists.

—

A half hour later, you hear the door open to your bedroom. You shift a little but not much movement, a soft sigh leaving your lips as Nick sits down near your thighs, his hand moving to run down your arm. He’s got a paper bag in his other hand, letting it slip to the floor to sit between his feet.

“How you doing, champ?” His voice is warm, slightly teasing.

You manage a tiny smile, licking your lips. “Not great.” You admit, hating the heat and flicker of embarrassment on your cheeks and the back of your neck. You detest feeling weak, like you need help, even though Nick’s never made it seem like you should be ashamed.

He brushes a hand through your hair, your features pinched slightly in pain as another cramp rolls through. Your eyes flutter closed and you breathe out, trying to make your way through it, knees tipping up just a little to fold yourself tighter, as if it’s even possible.

“Hate this,” You mutter, a soft whine to your voice.

“I know,” Nick’s voice rumbles, his hand slipping down to the back of your neck. His fingers massage there, thumb rolling over your shoulders. “Hopefully I brought a few things that will help.”

You didn’t want him to go out of his way but you already know what he would have said if you protested, so. You let him take care of you. “Well, it can’t get any worse, so…”

Nick hums a little before he stands,

“Alright, I got…” You listen to him reach into the paper bag, though you haven’t opened your eyes. “Going to make you some tea. Then, when you feel like eating, I brought frozen mashed potatoes…now hear me out, I’m thinking comfort food. The last time your period put you down for the count, you ate a whole bowl of pasta. Figured this was a safe bet.”

A breath of a laugh leaves your nose, swallowing over an emotion in your throat. He’s not wrong, and the gesture is incredibly thoughtful.

“Then there’s chocolate,” You hear him set that down on the nightstand, “And one of those heatable stuffed animals, sloth this time. Since the fox is MIA.” He bought you a fox version of that at one point but…you misplaced him. You swear you last saw it with the fitted sheets and towels but like a pair of socks going into the drier, the fox has up and disappeared.

“Promise the sloth will stick around this time.” You mutter.

“Maybe don’t give him a name, just in case.”

“Already thinking of George.”

You can picture Nick’s nose crinkling when he says, “That’s a terrible sloth name.”

He walks out of the bedroom, heading downstairs. You force yourself to make a trip to the bathroom, run some water over your face, and change a pad so you don’t feel so…gross. Propping all the pillows up against the headboard, you slowly get back into bed, wincing at a wave of pain that feels like it’s tugging directly on your nerves. You’ve talked to your doctor and have taken a variety of midol and other painkillers before but nothing seems to help. Some take the edge off, sometimes, but it’s not always guaranteed.

It’s just kinda one of those things you have to live with.

You turn onto your side, facing the bathroom, running a hand over your face as Nick comes back in. He sets the tea on the nightstand and then gently tugs the covers back so he can place the warm sloth on your abdomen. A soft moan leaves your lips, eyes squeezing closed.

“That okay?” He asks and you manage a sharp nod.

Nick threads his fingers through your hair again, gently massaging your temple with his thumb. You hate that your periods are so debilitating, but you’re also grateful that Nick doesn’t ask you to explain, or shy away from being here. He wants to help, to take care of you. You’re so grateful for that, don’t even have the words that feel right, complete enough, to thank him.

He readjusts the covers, his other hand resting on your hip, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Want me to put the TV on?”

You shake your head, trying to concentrate on anything other than your cramps, “Just—” You swallow, drawing your upper lip between your teeth and biting as tears fill your eyes.

“Hey, hey,” Nick whispers, inching closer when you start to cry, “Hey, it’s alright,” He soothes, cupping your cheek. He leans down and brushes a kiss over your cheekbone, removing the teartrack with his lips. “You’re going to be okay.” And while a message like that may feel patronizing, it’s not; it’s actually helpful in reminding yourself that this will pass.

You breathe in slowly through your nose, letting it out of your mouth as Nick shifts to lay behind you. He’s taken his shoes off at one point, in a pair of jeans and a soft hoodie, molding his body against your own. He smells like his brand of laundry detergent, skin, a gentle brush of his expensive cologne—it’s comforting in a knee-deep way, like it settles into your bones as he wraps his arm around your waist.

You wipe a hand along your cheek, sniffling, willing yourself to breathe. Nick never makes you feel like you’re overemotional, like this is you just being ridiculous somehow. He lets you feel however you need, supports you outright, gives you options. He will never understand how much that means to you—how something that simple can be a big deal.

His hand slips under the covers, his chin hooking over your shoulder, “Want me to stop?” You know what he’s about to do, he did this the last time you were on your period. He read an article that told him that massages to your lower abdomen helped relieve the sharpest points of pressure—but at the same time, he’s offering you space, just in case you don’t want him to touch you.

You shake your head, “No,” You whisper, moving your knees just slightly down so he has enough room to tug your shirt up. Your eyes flutter closed again as his fingers press into your stomach, a soft wince on your features. It quickly becomes more bearable the longer he does it, smooth, tight circles against your skin. He keeps the consistent pressure, lulling you to sleep.

—

When the worst of the cramps pass, Nick makes you those frozen mashed potatoes. He somehow makes them taste fucking amazing, like they’re coming right out of a restaurant kitchen. Extra butter, some dry herbs and a hint of cheese. They’re sublime, your eyes bright as you eat them, feeling like a little bit of life is coming right back into your body. When you thank him, there’s just the hint of a smile as puts an arm around your shoulders, drawing you close.

—

Maybe this is just something you’re so used to that you don’t even think twice about it when it happens.

Your parents, while you love them, aren’t the most thoughtful people. They can be self-absorbed and altogether selfish, but you’ve lived with it your entire life, so it’s just…part of the day to day. Unfortunate? Yes, of course. But it’s not tragic. There are worse things that people go through, and your parents have never made you feel like you’re unsafe or not cared for. They’re just…forgetful, sometimes.

It doesn’t bother you. But it certainly bothers someone.

“What do you mean they forgot?” Nick asks, coming out of his closet. His shirt is unbuttoned, revealing his chest as he fixes the collar, raising his eyebrows at you.

You lick your lips, giving your one shoulder a subtle lift, “I mean it’s happened before, like…they just don’t remember.”

Nick pauses, his mouth opening a little before he draws in a breath. His shoulders have instantly become ramrod straight, a muscle working in his jaw. “They don’t remember that it’s your birthday?”

You wince a little at the tone of his voice—utterly frigid. Pissed. You lift your hand to rub the back of your neck, suddenly uncomfortable that you even brought it up. But maybe Nick’s just displaying how you should be feeling. He asked you if you had any plans with your family on your birthday, just so that he didn’t schedule something that overlapped. You assured him that he could do whatever he wanted because…it was likely your parents forgot your birthday.

They did last year, and the year before that. It’s become so normal that it’s just…something that is. But the look on Nick’s face is telling you that it shouldn’t be like that at all. But you’re not sure what he wants you to do about it.

You let out a soft breath, standing from the bed. You wander over to him, giving him a gentle smile as you lift your hands and place them over his shoulders. “It’s not a big deal.”

Nick takes your hands off his shoulders to hold them in his own, squeezing. He tilts his head down a little to make sure he catches your gaze. “Yes, it is.”

Utter finality in his voice, no room to argue. It almost takes your breath away. Rarely have people gotten angry on your behalf as Nick clearly is.

“Bright side?” You offer another small smile, trying to melt the ice. “You’ve got me all to yourself.”

Nick folds a little under your touch and you can feel his muscles slowly relax. He picks up a hand and cups your cheek, running your thumb over your jawline. “You don’t want to include our friends?” Meaning Jenna and Lion. And while you wouldn’t mind inviting them…

“No,” You press yourself up on your toes and brush a kiss over his lips. “I just want you.”

His eyes flicker to your lips before he gives a brief nod, drawing you close to kiss your bottom lip. “I suppose that can be arranged.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, resting them on his shoulders, before deepening the kiss and officially leaving the semi-sour topic behind.

—

Your birthday celebration is small and intimate. Nick bakes you a medium-sized chocolate cake covered in pink icing and red heart sprinkles. There’s a sparkler candle and a few others to blow out, to make a wish or two. When he kisses you, he tastes like buttercream, and you decide it’s the best birthday you’ve ever had.

Why wish for anything when you’ve got everything you want right here.

—

You’ve officially worn yourself out at this party.

Not to get it wrong, you love coming to parties with your friends, Nick, drinking a bit too much and dancing until your thighs burn. There’s always fun games and laughter and it reminds you how happy you are that you’ve got people in your life that make things carefree and fun. But you also bump into these moments sometimes where you hit a wall, not quite catching your second wind, and the mixed drinks begin working against you. You’ve always been a tipsy sort of drunk, rose-colored warmth and giggles and kissing Nick whenever you can. But in this case? You’re just sleepy. You kinda want to curl up on the couch and wait until it’s time to go.

You try to rally, use a cold washcloth on your neck, have another drink, munch on some snacks, let Jenna drag you to the dance floor again but…none of that works. You begin to feel a bit of that tiredness in your bones.

You lean against the counter in the kitchen, running a hand along the side of your face as you grab a glass of water. You take a few long pulls and then rejoin your friends in the living room. Jenna and Lion are standing by the couch talking about an upcoming race next week and Nick is seated in the corner of the couch. He’s leaned back, arm across the top of the pillows, fond smile on his face as he listens to his friends.

Like a magnet though, he seems to sense you come into the room, his eyes tipping in your direction as you push through the crowd to stand with Jenna and Lion. A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth at him, your eyes glancing appreciatively over his form. He catches you too, a small smirk to his lips, before he gives his attention back to what Lion is saying.

There’s nothing keeping you at this party, you could leave at any point, but it’s like an internal tug of war—despite feeling spent, you don’t want to leave just yet, hoping to tap into some stored energy.

Jenna mentions shots and you nod, watching her bounce to the beat of whatever song is playing as she heads to the kitchen. Before you can follow her, Nick’s hand reaches out and wraps around your wrist. You sway slightly and allow him to pull until you’re seated sideways on his lap. He wraps an arm around you and you find yourself leaning into the firmness of his chest, the warmth of him, how good he smells.

He tips his head back to look up at you, amusement swirling in your eyes at the bit of reverse height difference thanks to being on his lap. You lift your hand to run through his curls, resting with an arm around his shoulders.

“Tired?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your jawline. When you nod softly, Nick shifts, “We can head out.”

And that’s tempting but, “I know but I think Jenna wants me to stick around a bit longer. She was teasing the last time I left before eleven but I think she was disappointed I didn’t stay late.”

Nick’s got that look on his face, like he wants to say something about how it’s your decision and Jenna will be just fine…and you know that? But still. You’re a people pleaser, always have been. So you stay. Jenna brings shots back and you tip yours into your mouth after clinking them altogether, a laugh slipping through your lips as your friends tugs you out of the warmth of Nick’s embrace to head back to the dance floor.

The group moves outside at one point and you’re seated on a pool lounger between Nick’s legs, listening to this story that Jenna is telling about Ibiza and her cousins, some sort of drama at a club they were at and apparently Idris Elba was the DJ? You chew on your lower lip, your thoughts wandering, your hand pinching the bridge of your nose for a moment. Nick moves behind you, brushing his hand along your wrist, a kiss pressed to your temple. He reads you without words, that quiet intimacy making your chest ache sweetly behind your ribs.

“I think we’re gonna pack it in,” Nick mentions when there’s a lull in Jenna’s story. Your friend pouts, to which he gives a soft laugh, “I’m sorry, I have a headache.” He doesn’t, but he knows that you do.

Jenna huffs dramatically but she doesn’t protest, standing when you do to give a fierce hug. Goodbyes are said and Nick laces his fingers with yours to guide you back through the house and out the front door. You draw a breath into your lungs, rolling your neck, the gentle pounding of your headache moving from your temples down to your inner ears.

“Think I have aspirin in the car,” Nick says, pulling his keys from his pocket.

You lean over to plant a kiss to his cheek, squeezing his hand, “Thank you.”

A soft smile paints across his handsome face, “Not a problem.” Before he lifts the car door open for you to drive home.

—

“Really don’t think this is necessary,” Nick grumbles. And yet. “I do this all the time on my own.”

You grin, pulling on a plastic glove. “And that’s my point, isn’t it easier if someone does it for you?”

He shakes his head, face a bit pinched but his eyes are warm and amused. “I can see the front half of my hair.”

You chew on your lower lip, pulling the box of soft blonde hair dye away from your face after reading over the directions. It’s set up already on his bathroom counter, but you’re just making sure.

“But isn’t this a great way to spend quality time?” Now you’re grinning, looking at him with the cutest expression you can manage to wipe that scowl off his face. It’s totally fabricated anyways, you know that if Nick didn’t want you to help with this, you wouldn’t be.

He shakes his head again but there’s a twitch of a smile to his lips, “I can think of better ways to spend quality time.” And the heat is his gaze nearly sways you. Almost.

You lean forward, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Nice try, let’s dye your curls.”

A ridiculous huff leaves his lips and he adjusts the black t-shirt he’s wearing, apparently not caring if it’s ruined if dye accidentally falls onto it. You seat yourself onto a small stool, getting yourself comfortable and tugging the t-shirt of his that you’re wearing a bit more over your thighs. You motion for him to lower himself and with how tall he is, he’s probably going to have to sit instead of kneel. But he doesn’t do that—he slowly puts himself on his knees in front of you and when your eyes meet his…you see the heat hasn’t disappeared from his gaze.

Excitement coils like a snake in your belly, slithering into your veins, between your ribs, dipping down between your legs at the look on his face. And then he does something that should be incredibly simple, but it isn’t. He licks his lips.

“Are you sure there’s no other kind of quality time that you want?”

You manage to glare at him, “You’re not getting out of me helping you with this.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” He smiles, “And you’re not getting out of admitting that you like the sight of me on my knees in front of you.”

Well, fuck.

A rush of flush kisses your cheeks and slips down to the back of your neck, stealing words right out of your mouth. That…is so not the point and you’re not about to give into that admission easily.

You try not to squirm on the stool, “Not sure what gave you that impression.”

Nick hums, looking at your legs. When his eyes flicker back up to yours, you can tell he’s glad that you haven’t made this easy. Fucking hair dye momentairly forgotten, his hands settle on your knees, slowly prying them apart.

“So what you’re saying is that you’ll be able to keep yourself completely unaffected, then?”

You draw in a soft breath, your stomach flip-flopping when he presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. “What, you think I can’t?”

He doesn’t answer, but he does smile, another open mouth kiss to your inner thigh—higher and higher. You know you’ve already involved yourself in something that you can’t win, and yet, you’re certainly going to try, not wanting to hand over that satisfaction.

At least not right away.

You want to close your eyes, concentrate? But for some reason that feels like cheating. You can’t even lean back all the way, even though Nick’s encouraged you to inch forward so that you’re at the edge of the stool. He dips down, splaying your legs further apart, his mouth getting closer and closer to where you want him. You can feel the heat of his breath against your underwear, against the center of your heat—

And then with no warning at all, he tugs the fabric aside and his tongue separates the seam of your lips. Your hips jerk at the sudden sensation and Nick pulls back, eyebrows raised as he grins, “Oh,” He licks his lips, “You’re not gonna last, are you?”

“Shut up.” You snap but there’s not enough fire behind your words, not as much as you want.

He slips a hand between your legs, thumb brushing over your underwear, circling along your slit. Nick’s right though, you’re not going to last—and he knows it. Which is why he ignores your retort and slides your underwear to the side again, his nose brushing your clit as he dips his tongue into you.

Your head tips back and you bite down, hard, on the inside of your cheek, legs falling even wider apart, leaning back even though you’ve got nothing to support yourself with. It’s just you and air, nothing to grab onto. You debate holding onto his shoulders, but that ruins the angle you’ve put yourself at, a strangled moan getting caught in your throat as his tongue moves to circle that bundle of sensitive nerves.

The build-up is far too easy, he knows you well, what you need, what pressure to give you, when to back off. The only issue is that he’s taking his fucking time, he’s teasing, he’s bringing you to the edge and leaving you there, not giving you enough to push you over. Your hand falls to his hair, your breathing labored, thighs shaking. A soft tug on his curls lifts his head back.

“Do you need something?” His voice dips low, lips slightly red and wet.

Fuck.

“You’re going to need to ask.”

Dick.

Your heartbeat is in your ears, clit throbbing, a soft sheen of sweat on your neck—maybe that’s why you just give in, “Please, Nick. Please make me cum.”

A groan leaves his lips and he wastes no time putting his mouth back on your cunt. It doesn’t take too much, his tongue slips back into you, his thumb giving attention to your clit, and you cum against him so hard that you nearly see stars. A series of whimpers mixed with his name leave your mouth, your hand tugging on his hair again, attempting to close your legs when the last wave crashes into you because of how sensitive you suddenly feel.

Nick doesn’t boast that he’s won that little competition—in fact, he doesn’t say any words at all. Instead, he tugs you down onto his lap, his hard cock pressed against your inner thigh as you straddle his legs and kiss him.

The hair dye is completely disregarded.

—

A few hours later, he does let you help apply the dye and doesn’t say a word when some curls are too grouped together and some don’t get enough. He just brushes his fingers through them, smiles down at you and kisses the corner of your mouth.

—

You’ve never been quiet about when Nick involves himself in these fights that Lion lines up. You get that he’s good in the ring, you understand that he, for the most part, wins. And of course you want to be a supportive girlfriend? But you hate seeing him hurt. You hate that there’s always that what if that plagues your thoughts at the beginning of each round. One wrong move could leave him seriously injured, one wrong hit and…

You can’t even think about it.

So after a particularly violent display in the ring, Nick winning but he’s black and blue along his cheekbone, lip split, knuckles cut up, and bruised on his ribs—you’re pissed off. You don’t speak all the way back to his place and when he parks in the garage and turns off the engine, when he winces as he gets out of the driver’s seat, you bite down so hard on your tongue that it nearly bleeds.

You walk inside with him, making a b-line to the kitchen to get the first-aid kit and grab an ice pack or two, when something comes out of his mouth.

Something that stokes the already burning fire behind your ribs, “You seem upset.”

You blink, turning on your heel to look at him, wondering if your eyes are bugging out of your head. Was he…is he joking? “Why the hell would I be upset?” You snap.

He raises his eyebrows, almost a hint of amusement to his brown eyes, pocketing his car keys. “Definitely upset then.” He mumbles.

And it’s just…you have no idea whether it’s his flippant response or the general air of nonchalance he has right now as he carries himself into his house, but it makes you want to slap him, hard. You gather your fingers into your palms so you don’t.

“I can’t do this anymore,” You reply, “And before you say something stupid like ‘I won’, it’s not about that. I’m tired of watching you get hurt.”

Nick’s jaw works as he shakes his head, he opens his mouth to say something but you steamroll over that.

“All you ever think about is yourself.” And that…that comes out wrong. That’s not what you mean to say—not like that anyways. What you’re trying to convey is that him fighting and thinking he’s the only person who gets injured is a selfish way to go about it. It distresses you when he gets hit, when he’s bruised and in pain. But you’re upset and tired and you feel like tonight has stripped the protection off your nerves. And that comes out instead.

The hurt that flashes in Nick’s eyes makes you swallow, but before you can explain, he snaps out, “You’re calling me selfish?” And fuck, no, that’s…that’s not what you meant at all. But it’s too late to take it back. He’s angry now. You can tell the moment he builds a wall to safeguard his feelings, keeping you out.

“That’s not what I meant.” You whisper, feeling panic claw up your chest when you see the resolve on his face.

“I think you knew exactly what you meant.”

Fuck, you can feel him push you away and you can’t exactly blame him. This conversation spun too quickly out of your control, fueled with desperate emotions and fear. Because that’s what it’s really boiled down to, the fact that you’re scared he’s going to get hurt in a way that can’t be fixed.

You open your mouth to say something else, anything else that’ll remove the space between you two but he motions to his front door, “You can see yourself out.”

He doesn’t wait for a reply, just walks past you towards the kitchen. You stand there for a few moments, chest caving in, stomach sinking to your knees. But you know better than to stick around where you’re not wanted.

You leave.

—

Nick has never been selfish when it comes to you, it’s more like he’s been selfish on your behalf. You’re pretty sure he’d figure out how to grab the moon if you asked for it.

A handful of days pass and you try to think of the best way you can apologize but nothing feels good enough. You hate that those feelings spun out of you before you were ready to talk about them. You meant what you said but not how you said it. The distinction makes you nauseous.

—

You wring your hands nervously together as you stand in your backyard, a party to celebrate your mother’s business developments beginning to thrive. Your parents, despite their repeated moments of not remembering things that have to do with you, have this party planned to a T with little wiggle room for errors. It’s something you wish you could have avoided attending but…you’re not that lucky.

Guests are beginning to arrive—people your parents work with, lots of nosy family members. While you get along with everyone in your family, they always bombard you with questions about your future—what you plan on doing the next three years, the next ten. The only person who asks how you are and cares about what you’re doing now is your grandfather. You run your hands along your dress, smoothing non-existent wrinkles.

“I thought Nick was coming tonight.” Your mother says but she’s not looking at you, straightening a tablecloth on one of the many small, circular tables spread out in the lawn under twinkling lights.

You're about to explain some sort of excuse about why Nick couldn’t make it even though you know she doesn’t care if you’ve had a fight, or to even ask about your relationship in general. She’s probably just hoping Nick might bring his influential father with him. Your mouth opens—

And then a warm body slides up beside you, arm slipping along your waist, “Sorry I’m late.”

Your eyes go wide just for a moment, Nick squeezing your hip as his head turns slightly to look at you. You don’t even hear what your mother says in reply, nor do you care. Your gaze lingers along the small bruises on his face but he…he seems to be healing up nicely. When your mother walks away, the muscle in Nick’s jaw feathers, most likely in reaction to her, before turning to stand in front of you.

He’s dressed simply, a pair of jeans and a nice sweater and emotions clammer up your chest, resting heavily in your throat. There’s so much you want to say but what ends up coming out is, “I didn’t think you were coming.” Not that you really expected him to after the other night.

Nick draws in a soft breath, glancing away as he seems to chew on words in his mouth before he says, “I wasn’t going to leave you hanging.”

He knew tonight was going to be tough for you, it always is when it involves your family, and despite the fight you had…he’s still here. You attempt to swallow over the lump in your throat, blinking away tears that want to slip down your cheeks. Fuck. You’re glad that you’re relatively alone in the backyard right now because you sniffle, wanting to say so much yet nothing is slipping between your teeth.

Nick’s eyebrows draw together and he lifts his hand to brush his thumb over your cheek, removing a tear that falls, “Don’t cry,” He whispers, “I hate seeing you cry.”

“I’m sorry,” Stumbles out suddenly, “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t trying to say that you were selfish.”

“I know,” He soothes, stepping closer to you and hooking his one hand under your elbow, encouraging you to lean against his chest.

“I hate seeing you hurt.” You continue, a few tears slipping free. “It doesn’t matter if you win. It’s exhausting, worrying about you like that.”

Nick’s quiet for a few moments before he nods, his thumb brushing along your jawline before he tips his chin down and kisses your cheek. He plants a few along the wet skin, wrapping his arms around you in a hug that makes you feel more at home than your house ever does. Your eyes slip closed as your face rests against his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scents you always associate with him.

His thumb traces circles along the back of your neck, “I didn’t realize.” He admits softly, his voice rumbling in his chest against your ear. “I knew you didn’t like it, but I—” He breathes in, letting it out through his nose. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never mean to hurt you.”

You pull back a little, tipping your head back to look up at him. God, you know that. Of course you know that. And yet it’s something so important for you to hear.

“I’m not going to fight anymore,” He assures, brushing another kiss along your cheekbone. “You have my word.”

You close your eyes for a moment, nodding. Your hand comes up to wrap your fingers along his wrist, brushing your thumb against his pulsepoint. “You might want to hold onto that promise until the night is over,” You tease, attempting to lighten the static air around you both. “My parents always have unwarranted commentary to share about me with my family.”

Nick rolls his eyes because he knows that’s true, but gives your hand a small squeeze before walking towards a spot to grab a drink.

—

When your mom brings up for the second time to a table of family members that she’s disappointed about a path you’ve chosen for your future, Nick bristles. You can tell he’s biting on the inside of his cheek before he mentions that she probably shouldn’t have an opinion at all since she can’t even remember when your birthday is. Your grandfather smirks into a glass of brandy, patting Nick on the back of his shoulder.

Your mother doesn’t say another word about you the rest of the night.

—

You knew it was a mistake the first time you did it, but you hadn’t thought twice about it. You’ve always been someone labeled as nice, and you know sometimes people try to say that as an insult—oh you’re too nice, people walk all over you, aren��t you tired of being a doormat? But you’ve never seen it that way. The world needs more thoughtful people, you think, there’s far too much nastiness to go around.

Nick is someone, decidedly, that isn’t the nicest, depending on if you’re close with him or not. He can be prickly, stoic, brash, aloof—but that’s just if you don’t know him. The way you’ve seen him bloom with his sister, your group of friends, the people he loves? It balances out those moments in which he’s just a little bit icy.

But sometimes? You realize you need that balance.

Zach has never been in your close circle of friends. You know that Nick is moreso acquaintances with him than anything else, and even though he hangs out with you guys occasionally at parties, your boyfriend doesn’t exactly trust him. He flits to sides of arguments or groups of people that aren’t the most reliable far too easily.

You don’t mind him? He’s funny and has a carefree attitude that’s a bit admirable, but you wouldn’t call him a friend. Regardless, he’s in this small group hangout tonight, another party because it’s a day ending in Y. A few hours ago, you wanted another drink and asked if anyone wanted anything from the kitchen before you went. A few people asked for refills and Nick ended up coming to help you balance everything to bring back.

Not a big deal. Except now, every time you get up to get another drink, or even a snack, Zach is telling you to bring something back. Without you even offering. And sure, okay, it’s not…it doesn’t bother you because you’re headed in that direction anyways.

But you can tell that Nick is beginning to lose his patience, his fingers flexing when you bring back another drink for Zach before sitting down next to your boyfriend on the couch with your own. You brush a kiss over his cheek, indicating that it’s not a big deal.

Except the next time, when it is.

You’re hanging around the pool, deciding to maybe have a dip, holding onto Nick’s hands and trying to encourage him in too—

“Hey Y/N!” Zach calls, obviously a little glazed as he speaks, “Why don’t you go get me another one.” He motions to the beer in his hand.

Nick lets out a light huff of air from his mouth, like he can’t fucking believe what Zach’s said, “She’s not a waitress.”

Zach blinks, smiling, “Dude I know that, but she’s been nice offering,” And you can feel Nick tense at that kindness being taken advantage of, “I just assumed—”

“Well you assumed wrong,” Nick replies over him, voice like ice, “Get your own fucking drink, Zach.”

That smile disappears from Zach’s face and he nods, almost too quickly, an audible swallow. “Right, sure. Sorry, sorry.” He turns on his heel, heading into the house.

You can’t help but smile, wrapping your arms around Nick’s shoulders, “My hero.” You sing-song, to which he rolls his eyes. But he squeezes you around your waist…and then tips you both into the pool.

—

Pushing your arms through the sleeves of Nick’s jacket, you grab onto his hand to begin walking down the sidewalk towards where he parked the car. It’s about two blocks away from the club but the night is nice and you didn’t overdo it on the drinks, a short trek sounds good.

“A fish is not a pet.” You crinkle your nose up at your boyfriend, not sure if he’s messing with you or not. You mentioned earlier how you’ve always wanted to get a cat, but your mom is allergic (and a bitch) so it’s never happened.

Nick purses his lips, amused at your response and the fact that you’re bringing it up again. “Yes it is.” He takes your hand and switches sides with you so that you’re walking on the inside of the sidewalk. A small, protective gesture, but it never fails to make you smile.

“I like fish—” You insist, swinging your hands between your bodies as you pause at an intersection. “But you can’t hold a fish, you can’t snuggle with them!”

Nick’s chest rumbles with a laugh, “I’m telling you right now, a cat is never going to let you snuggle with them either.”

You huff as the light turns and Nick gently encourages you forward with him, “I think I could get a cat to snuggle me, I can be very persuasive.”

Nick snorts, tugging his keys from his pocket to remote start the engine once you’re close enough, “Don’t I know it.” It’s not posed as a question.

He lifts your hands once you get to the passenger side door, twirling you to face him. A giggle escapes your lips and he leans down to press a kiss to the tip of your cold nose.

“Heat’s on for you.”

You smile, getting into the passenger seat as Nick closes the door, pulling the sleeves of his jacket down over your hands. You know you won’t need to persuade him to snuggle either once you get back to his place.

—

You’re making tea in your kitchen when you hear your front door being answered, Nick wandering into the space with a bouquet of peonies. You raise your eyebrows, a soft smile on your lips as he rounds the counter.

“What are the flowers for?”

He shrugs his one shoulder, “There has to be a reason?”

Your heart stutters in your chest at the simple gesture, Nick bringing you flowers just because, and you’d love to be able to draw them close and bury your nose in a set of petals but…

You have to take a step back, waving your hand once in front of your face before you sneeze.

Nick blinks, a soft laugh of disbelief leaving his lips. “Oh shit, are you—”

Your breath stutters and you turn your head into your arm but the sneeze just teases you. “Allergic to peonies?” You wrinkle your nose, voice tinged with amusement, “Yeah.”

“Out of any flower I could have chosen,” He turns, quickly opening the back door that leads to the patio and tosses them outside.

You pull your head back, pressing your lips together. You think it’s safe to speak but you don’t get the words out, sneezing again. “It’s the thought that counts.”

“My thought is turning your nose red.” He winces, “Bless you.” He leans against the counter, reaching out to touch your cheek but you gently push his hand away.

“Probably not a good idea,” You grab a tissue, “Not until you wash your hands and change your clothes.”

“That is the most interesting way you’ve ever asked me to take my clothes off.”

You smile, shaking your head, a soft noise of protest when Nick attempts to lean in and kiss you anyways. He grins when you push him away and you turn your face into the tissue in your hands to sneeze again.

—

It’s a long weekend in which Nick is spending time visiting his mother and Maddie. You’re always touched when he invites you but you try and give him some time to himself to spend with his sister, knowing how important it is to him. Time feels sort of sluggish without seeing him? But it makes it altogether that much sweeter when he comes back.

Your phone vibrates on your nightstand, pulling you from dozing. You’re disoriented for a moment, not remembering falling asleep. You put the book you were reading aside that’s slumped over on your chest, knowing who it is before you even answer,

“Hello?”

There’s a pause on the other end, “Fuck, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You blink, glancing at the time. Just past eleven. A yawn slips from your lips and you tug yourself up in bed, leaning against the headboard, “S’okay, I don’t mind.” You can hear the hum of the engine as Nick drives and as the comfortable silence stretches, you realize that his voice sounded off. “You alright?”

Nick draws in a soft breath, letting it out through his nose. “Yeah,” He says after a moment, “Just needed to hear your voice.”

Needed, not wanted. You frown a little, running a hand through your hair, “What happened? Is Maddie okay?”

“Maddie’s fine,” He replies and you can picture him shaking his head, “Just had it out with my mum.”

A soft wince pulls at your mouth. He doesn’t automatically elaborate, which tells you whatever it was, it was probably bad. You don’t push though, knowing he’ll share when he’s ready. And even if he doesn’t? That’s okay. Back at the beginning of your relationship, it was difficult for Nick just to…let you in, even when he admitted something was wrong, that he was upset. So this? Calling you? Even just the simplicity of hearing your voice? It’s enough.

“I’m sorry,” You murmur, “How far from home are you?”

“About ten minutes.”

“Come to my place?” You ask, playing with a loose thread in your comforter, “We don’t have to talk about what happened, I just want to see you.”

“Can you talk about something until then? I don’t care what it’s about.”

So you do. You talk about the book you’re reading, how you’ve looked up cats to adopt this weekend and how you’re almost settled on a tortie named Pancake, and how if Nick is serious about getting a fish that he should choose a Telescope Goldfish because they got ridiculous googly eyes. You glance up at your window when you hear the rumble of Nick’s engine, a flash of headlights shining across your wall.

You only end the call when you hear the car door and within a few minutes, Nick’s pressing open your bedroom door and toeing his shoes off. You watch him carefully, the way his shoulders are slightly turned inwards, his head drooped, a hand running over his tired face. Your chest aches when you see his eyes are a little red.

He moves towards the bed and you lean back against the pillows again, almost scooching over to make room but he shakes his head. He crawls onto the mattress and sinks between your legs, a position you often take with him, lying along your chest. His abdomen presses against your waist and at the angle you’re sitting at, his head rests against your sternum. You draw the blankets up over you both, your hands slipping along his shoulders before one rests in his curls.

“Can I help at all?” You ask softly, hating to see him upset.

Nick sniffs, shaking his head, his eyes closing when you begin to massage his scalp. “You already have.”

—

Frustration hits a spike in your bloodstream, heating up your face and the back of your neck. It’s so…typical of your mother to keep something like this from you. If your grandfather hadn’t called to ask when you could visit…

“So wait,” Nick says calmly, you can feel his eyes on you as you pace around your kitchen, trying to keep your hands busy. “How long has he been in the hospital?”

You swallow over an acidic emotion in your throat, “Since Saturday,” You scoff out a laugh, though nothing is funny, “I probably still wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t called me.” Your jaw works and you bite down on the inside of your cheek as exasperated tears threaten to fill your eyes.

“He’s probably been wondering this whole time why I haven’t called to check in on him, why I haven’t visited and,” You laugh, “it’s because I didn’t know.” You grab some dishes from the dishwasher, hellbent on putting them away, “All because my mother feels like she has to be in control by gatekeeping information.”

“I’m sure your grandfather knows exactly what kind of person your mother is by now.” Nick says gently, his voice purposely soft.

God, you’re so angry. Literally the one person in your family that feels like they care and—

You misread where the ledge is for a glass when you lift yourself up on your toes to put it away. It tumbles out of your hand and crashes on the floor, “Shit!” You jump back, only in socks, but glass skids everywhere.

Nick, who has shoes on, moves quickly to have you step further back and out of the way. He runs a hand over the side of his face before he turns and lifts you up, placing you on the counter and out of the way. You think he’s going to grab the mini-vacuum that’s tucked in one of the pantry closets, but instead he steps between your legs and reaches for one of your hands.

He tips his head down a little, waiting until his gaze catches your own. He squeezes your fingers, “You’re shaking,” He whispers, “Take a breath.”

It takes you moment to realize that he’s right—you’re trembling, fucking upset over your grandfather and dropping the glass and— you bite down on your tongue, squeezing his hand back so tight you swear you have to be hurting him. But Nick doesn’t say a word.

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell me.”

His other hand slips over your leg, rubbing back and forth, “I know, but the point is you know now. You can go visit him—I can go with you, if you want.”

You nod softly because you definitely need that. The last thing you’d wish for is to do it alone. You glance down at your hands and will yourself to relax, to draw in another breath, to release your vice-like grip on his hand. When you do, he brushes his thumb over yours.

“My…” You clear your throat, “My grandfather has always liked you.”

“Unsurprised,” Nick teases, lifting your hand to kiss your knuckles, “I’m very likeable.”

You manage a soft smile, comforted by Nick’s touch, by just…having him here. A port in the storm. He pulls back a little,

“I’m gonna clean this up, you stay put.”

You watch him brush up the large pieces and then use the mini-vacuum to get the smaller ones. Your heart swells in your chest over it—something so basic, and yet it feels like so much more. When he comes back over to the counter to help you down, you draw him close with one of your legs, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to kiss him.

—

But sometimes three simple words are all you need.

—

The club is loud, you can barely hear your own thoughts over the pulsing music. You lean back against Nick’s chest as you wait for the bartender to pay attention to Jenna, who has a pout on her pretty lips when she’s bypassed again. A soft laugh leaves your own and your head tips to lean along Nick’s shoulder. The night’s been long but fun and you’re ninety percent sure you can talk the group into going to a diner to eat late-night pancakes before going home.

When the bartender finally pays attention to your group, you order a water because it’s that time of the night to start winding down. A tall, cold glass is placed into your hand and a girl wanders up next to you, leaning against the bar. She looks a bit drunk and spent, but she fixes you with a wide grin.

“Wow, you’re so pretty.” She says over the music and another laugh skitters from your throat, not expecting the compliment.

“Thank you,” You tell her and then glance at your water, “Did you want a few sips of this?” You ask, because it looks like she really needs it, Nick squeezing your hip as you hand it over. You have no intention of grabbing it back, the girl greedily taking sips from the straw.

Her attention is snagged by a guy beside her and she disappears again into the crowd. You shake your head, an amused smile pulling corners of your mouth as you lean forward a little to try and wave down the bartender again.

Nick hands you his water, pressing a kiss to your neck and then your cheek. “I love you.” He says into your ear, but with the loud beat of the music, it feels like an intimate whisper.

And you smile, because you know—because that’s all Nick has ever made you feel. Loved.

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Entry 12: The One Where We Start Laying the Yellow Brick Road to Italy

I realized the other day that, even though I like to bounce around from place to place in the Lukola timeline, I probably needed to start tightening things up on the ship if I ever wanted to get to the end of the story. And, yes, dammit, this story better have a finale at some point because there’s nothing more annoying than an open-ended ending, particularly in the romance genre.

Today we’re going to take a quick jaunt over to Italy because –

NO! Not because Luke is allegedly filming there. If you’re into real-time stalking, you’re in the wrong blog. But, I’m sure there’s a Discord for that.

It’s because I’ve had several people ask for my opinion about the change in behavior between Luke and Nicola during their Day 1 interviews there. Wait – people are interested in my thoughts? Wow, that’s actually kind of nice. Thank you! Okay, back to what I was saying –

Was there a change in behavior when Luke and Nicola reached Italy? Yeah, actually, there kind of was.

By May 9, we had been gifted with a slew of material from Luke, Nicola, and the Bridgerton cast and, I must admit, those early interviews are some of the most entertaining of the tour. In the very beginning, Nicola appeared as the utmost professional – charming, intelligent, and witty at the right moments – and Luke played her likeable counterpart to “Book Colin” perfection – bouncing between being awkwardly boyish and wickedly roguish, all while looking at Nicola like she had just served him homemade peanut butter crumble.

The two of them together, playing off each other, in my opinion, was better than Bridgerton Season 3 (you cannot beat the World Tour being 99% Luke and Nicola, with only a few random side characters taking up screentime). There was some major “Electric Love” radiating from those two throughout the tour, but it seemed very much heightened in the beginning (probably because they hadn’t yet answered the same question 67 times). By the way, if you haven’t heard that song by Børns, go have a listen. It will, at the very least – hopefully – put you in an upbeat mood for the day.

Now, where was I? Oh, yes – was there a change in behavior between Luke and Nicola when they reached Italy?

Absolutely.

Do I know why?

Absolutely not.

Perhaps Luke was bent because someone spilled his coffee, or Nicola was upset because her stylist made her to wear that little silver bow in her hair. In my opinion, the most intriguing part of Day 1 of the Italy press junket was that Luke and Nicola struggled with answering the question, “What is love?” I swear they both babbled on like two kids in debate class who hadn’t bothered to read the material given to them before taking their respective podiums. They finally seemed to settle on Luke’s “Maybe it’s, like, connection.” Well, they seemed to be missing the “connection” that day.

Honestly, no one can explain their “don’t stand so close to me” vibe during those first day interviews except Luke and Nicola. But, we can at least have some fun and speculate about it with a bird’s eye view. At this point, you should know that I love spreading the puzzle pieces out and seeing how they might all connect. Most people – when putting a puzzle together – start with the side pieces, right? You’ll get my joke in a moment (I hope).

In March 2024 – I don’t know the specific date because my timeline is rather murky going back that far (I was unaware Lukola even existed!) – Luke traveled to Los Angeles for a photo spread with InStyle magazine. I’ve heard two versions of this story. The first being that Luke traveled to Los Angeles with Antonia alone; the second being that he traveled to Los Angeles with his friend group, which included Antonia. I couldn’t tell you which is true, and it really doesn’t matter because it doesn’t necessarily add or take away from today’s story.

Before I get started, I wanted to give a “hurrah” to The-One-Whose-Group-Chat-Fills-in-Lots-of-Missing-Bits-for-Me-Including-the-Part-Where-Video-Footage-of-Antonia-in-Los-Angeles-Seemed-to-Indicate-a-Celebrity-Was-Not-the-Videographer-and-There-Were-So-Many-British-Accents-in-the-Background-One-Would-Fancy-a-Guess-She-was-Traveling-with-a-Group.

Moving along…

On April 7, 2024, Antonia posted a series of photographs and clips to her Instagram grid indicating she had been in Los Angeles, including one where she was laying on a blanket in front of the Griffith Observatory and one where she was sitting at a table marked with the number “95.” On April 14, she posted a second set of photographs, tagging her location as Beverly Hills, California and using “End of Beginning” as her audio (yes, I side-eyed this choice of music so don’t feel bad if you did as well). The second photo dump included her lounging on a rooftop.

I’m not going to delve into posts made by Luke and Nicola during that timeframe. I mean, I’m sure Nicola’s comment, “’Friends’…sure Jan,” on Luke’s April 11 reshared post about Bridgerton Season 3 was only meant to be applicable to Polin. And, if Luke wanted to use yellow and black hearts to represent the colors Nicola and he were wearing in his April 12 post, that’s cool, too. And, I am definitely not going to speculate on Nicola’s April 15 post (for Big Mood) that Luke liked, and she captioned, “I will bite off anything that dangles.”

By April 21, Luke and Nicola were in Australia at the World Premiere of Bridgerton. I am only going to provide a quick overview of Australia instead of a full-fledged recital because, at some point, I will almost certainly dedicate an entry to this country. Let’s start with Luke pulling off the hottest walk-up in Netflix human history (I mean, have you watched it in slow motion?). Then, we had the hard launch of the handholding business (because why again?). And, we had Luke tripping over his words, “We’re very, like, giving…I’m not talking about those scenes…” Oh, and Nicola telling an interviewer that, “[y]ou can’t keep a good girl down,” and, in response, Luke’s lips curling into a wicked-ass Cheshire cat's. We had them in the garden, with Nicola bending down to hug Luke after she had scratched/hit/petted his head. Perhaps I should not mention the possibility of a man’s shirt being visible on a bed behind Nicola (I said possibility not that it was). And, Nicola telling Luke, “You’re the funnier one,” when he was concerned that perhaps Benedict was funnier than Colin. Then we had the “Nicola-in-the-green-dress” day where, as they were going down the steps, Luke seemed to instinctively reach for Nicola’s hand, but she played it cool and took his arm instead. Oh, and that entire “green dress” day in general (I mean, there was so much shit going on that day). And, best we do not forget Nicola saying, “the best foundation for love is friendship,” which mirrored the bracelet “someone…in Australia” gave Luke that read, “Do you believe the best foundation for love is friendship?” Because that’s not suspicious at all. Alright, let’s get the fuck out of Australia – but not before I mention Nicola commenting on Luke’s April 27 Instagram post with “Ready for the next?” and Luke replying, “Absolutely.” Yeah, yeah, yeah, their shenanigans in Australia expanded the USS Lukola tenfold.

Oh, also, let me throw this in here because, if you are a “ring truther,” this fact plays a significant role in the Lukola timeline. If you do not know what a “ring truther” is, that’s perfectly fine. You can catch up by reading Entry 6 (The One Where I Explained the Claddagh Ring to My Dad) of my blog. I mentioned in Entry 6 that some Lukola sleuths have stated the metadata they pulled from the sketches of the Claddagh ring uploaded by Chupi indicate they were done as early as April 26. In other words, it means the Claddagh was likely commissioned between Australia and Italy. In fact, if we are to believe Chupi when it said it took four weeks to make the ring, then it had to have been commissioned by May 9, 2024, at the latest. Oh, lookie there, that’s Day 1 of the Italy interviews.

But, before we get to May 9, let’s pause on April 29. That was the day Luke’s InStyle spread was published – yes, the one I mentioned earlier. Luke has pictures from this photoshoot still on his Instagram grid – in fact, Nicola commented, “Yess dude!!” on them – but those aren’t the pictures I want to talk about. No, I want to talk about the pictures InStyle posted on its Instagram grid that day. These photographs came directly from Luke, which was confirmed by the InStyle article when it said, “…the actor delighted the InStyle team by delivering the polaroid photos he’d taken for this story tucked oh-so-carefully in a little brown bag for safekeeping.” The pictures Luke provided, among others, included one where he was laying on a blanket in front of the Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles; one where he was sitting at a table marked with the number “95;” and one where he is sitting in a lounge chair on a rooftop. If you want to see the pictures, InStyle still has them available – you just need to go through hundreds of posts to find them. Luke did not like this InStyle post, which was kind of odd because he was tagged in it, and they were reportedly his pictures.

Why did these InStyle polaroids seem so familiar?

Oh, that’s right, because they were.

Remember that April 7 post of Antonia’s I mentioned a bit ago? Yeah, the one where Antonia posted a bunch of random pictures from Los Angeles and – only after InStyle posted Luke’s polaroids – fans realized Antonia had preemptively posted her version of some of Luke’s polaroids.

I am not going to speculate too much about these pictures or their implications in this blog post, but these pictures may resurface in future posts because I find myself side-eyeing the fact they even exist. And, we should probably accept that Luke was aware of them before his pictures came out on April 29 because he threw a like on Antonia’s April 7 post. Could it have been a “blind” like? Sure, I guess, but the logical side of my brain says he probably looked through them at the time she posted. Let’s not worry too much about it right now, though.

After trying to write out my “general” opinion about the pictures several times, I finally decided that the best way I could articulate my thoughts was through the conversation I had with my father. Yes, Dear Dad returns again for another insightful Q&A.

I started by showing Luke and Antonia’s three “matchy” pictures to my dad and then asked him to compare them. To be clear, the pictures were their respective Griffith Observatory, Table 95, and Rooftop Lounging pictures.

Me: “So what do you think?”

Dad: “About what?”

Me: “Ugh! Why did Antonia take those pictures?”

Dad: “Well, to show she’s part of the ‘in’ crowd. The only reason I can see them being taken is if she was going to put them on the Internet.”

Me: “Uhh, as a matter of fact, she did put them on the Internet! Approximately three weeks before Luke’s were published.”

Dad: “See! I’m not as dumb as you think.”

Me: “Whatever. So, you really believe that? She took them to show people that she was, like, there?”

Dad: “Yeah. Why else would she take them? They’re not the kind of photos you’d take normally. What’s she going to do, put them in an album and show her friends in five years and say, ‘Look, I sat in Luke’s chair?’ Who does that? Nobody. Plus, Luke’s pictures look like they were taken with a polaroid camera and Antonia took hers with, I guess, a phone. Why use two different cameras? Again, it doesn’t make sense. Seems to me like she knew what pictures he was taking, and she was trying to copy them so she could put them on the Internet.”

Thanks, Dad.

You do not have to accept my father’s thoughts on the photographs. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. However, I think we can meet in the middle and opine that, at a minimum, Antonia’s pictures caused the weak Lukolas to jump overboard; at most, they gave some people stalker vibes; and somewhere in between, they introduced Antonia's negative influence over the fandom and what some may consider trolling behavior (even if it wasn’t recognized then).

Now, before we land in Italy on May 9, let’s summarize what has happened during the preceding two months.

First, we had Luke traveling to Los Angeles in March with Antonia, either alone or as part of a friend group. Luke had pictures of himself taken while there.

Second, we had Antonia posting pictures in early April that would be linked directly to Luke’s pictures by the end of the month.

Third, throughout the month of April, we had Luke and Nicola traveling together for the World Tour. We have all seen these interviews, and we have all formed independent opinions about them.

Fourth, based on Chupi’s own words, we know the Claddagh ring must have been commissioned no later than May 9.

Okay, now we’ve reached May 9, Day 1 of the Italy press junket.

Besides the press interviews, what happened on that day?

Well, Antonia reposted Luke singing Coldplay’s “Yellow” to her TikTok account.

Uhh… Huh. Interesting.

I mean, it’s possible that this was just a coincidence and she just liked Luke’s version of it. Or, it’s possible Antonia knew that “Yellow” was the Polin wedding song and she anticipated trolling Nicola and/or the fandom with it. But, if we believe she knew “Yellow” was the Polin wedding song, that means either Luke told her, or someone with that knowledge told her (i.e., someone from Luke’s team or family/friend group). We also know that Luke mentioned this song in the May 16, 2022 Netflix Tudum article when Nicola and he were asked about their song choices for Season 3. Luke stated his frontrunner was “Yellow” by Coldplay “because of Penelope’s dresses.” Regardless of why Antonia posted the song, I find it hard to imagine Netflix, Bridgerton, Shondaland, Nicola, or Luke were too impressed by Antonia resharing it on TikTok. I mean, at this point, Netflix & Co. would surely have been aware that Antonia’s “copycat post” went over with the fandom like a wet blanket in December in Canada. I imagine some questions were being asked and Luke may very well have received a hand slap from Corporate – and maybe even from Nicola.

But, that’s not the only thing that happened on May 9.

Luke posted his Homme magazine spread to his Instagram grid on that day, too. He captioned the post, “Chatting through all things S3 with @hommeplusmag [o]ut next week x.” Nicola commented, “Yessss,” and Luke tagged his post with the location of Hackney, London. That last part – about Luke tagging the location in Hackney – apparently sent the fandom into a deep-dive of…Nicola’s backyard. Why? Because Nicola lives in Hackney (Nicola herself confirmed she lived in Hackney in a March 18, 2024 interview with Derry Now), and rumors started to circulate that Luke’s pictures were taken at her home.

Hmm, I didn’t realize May 9 was such a busy day, did you?

So, which came first – the chicken or the egg? Did Antonia repost “Yellow” to her TikTok before Luke posted his Homme in Hackney images to Instagram, or vice versa? I’m sure someone out there has this information. The answer might help shine some light as to why Luke and Nicola seemed “off” in the early part of their Day 1 Italy interviews. But, then again, does the order really matter? Regardless of who posted first, it would seem to me that “Yellow” was a very possible culprit for the different energy on set that day.

That, or Luke really was peeved over someone spilling his coffee.

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TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE.

ROUND 2

Lee Know x reader. (s)

Related chapters: Round 1

Synopsis: Let's play two truths and a lie, and here goes the first thing about Minho: He is good in the kitchen. (10,3k words)

Author's note: I just thought that we need to play another round. Hope you had fun reading this x

Content warning: Infidelity.

Let's play another round of two truths and a lie where Minho shares three things about him and you have to guess which one is the lie.

Here goes the first thing about Minho: He is good in the kitchen.

That's the first thing Kim told you about Minho, he is good in the kitchen and that explains why you often find him in there, cooking meals or something his girlfriend, Kim, asked him to make, sometimes it's something as simple as fried rice to something as complex as beef wellington, he can do it all. In conclusion, his cooking skill is unquestionable.

Just like this morning, the first thing you see as you come out of your bedroom is Minho making something in the kitchen. Before he notices, you slowly tiptoe your way back to your bedroom and reach for the doorknob to—

"Morning!" Kim cheerily says as she comes out of her bedroom.

You instantly turn around on your feet and pretend that you've just come out of your bedroom. From her attire, you can tell that she's going for her morning run.

"Morning, Kim!" You say back with a smile, "Going for a run?"

"Yep. Minho is making pancakes," she answers as she ties her hair into a ponytail, "Have to burn some calories so I can eat more calories."

As a dancer, Kim diligently watches her weight but instead of getting on a rigorous diet, she prefers working out even though her job, dancing, is also working out, and she only spoils herself with a sweet treat on the weekend. She's heading to the kitchen to give Minho a quick peck on the lips and then puts her headphones on.

"I'll see you guys in a bit," she says before walking out the door.

Leaving you and Minho alone in the apartment is not a good idea but how can she know when you've been doing things behind her back?

Since he's already seen you, you may as well start your day, by going to the kitchen and getting yourself a cup of coffee, you just need to get the milk from the fridge, then you'll be out of Minho's way.

As you keep the fridge door open to put the milk back inside, Minho appears behind you and reaches for a carton of eggs from the fridge, his forearm brushes your waist as he retracts his hand.

You quickly step away and take the other end of the kitchen counter, stirring your coffee with a spoon while looking at the weather outside, at the sunlit clouds drifting across a clear blue sky.

"Can you hand me the sugar?" Minho points at the bowl of sugar in your reach.

"Sure," you say, picking it up and placing it on the kitchen counter next to him.

You're going to the other side of the kitchen counter and take a small sip of your coffee, you can sense the caffeine works to bring your brain to function. At the same time, your sense heightens that you know Minho is coming behind you to put the jar of sugar back into its place.

However, when he retracts his arm, his hand stays on your waist and it stays there, making you wonder what he's trying to do next so you turn your head to the side.

In the blink of an eye, Minho quickly captures your lips in a kiss and wraps his arms tightly around you. Your body is quick to respond to it but your brain is working at a sluggish pace.

By the time your brain catches up to it and tells you to stop, Minho already has his hand under your camisole and fondles at your breast.

"Minho..." you whine against his lips.

He breaks the kiss and stares into your eyes, "What?"

It's at the tip of your tongue and your mouth is open but no words coming out of it. Deep down, you know you want it and you don't want it to stop.

Instead of saying what you want out loud, you curve your arm around his neck and pull his head close for a kiss, picking it up and taking it up a notch.

With his free hand, Minho pushes your camisole upward, sending it hunched around your chest and exposing your breasts to the cool morning air.

He wastes no time to freely cup your breast in his hand and he likes how it fits him right, making him think that they were made just for him.

There's not much room for you to move with his arms firmly wrapped around you but when his hand glides down to cup your clothed sex, you start to push back against him and feel his bulge growing behind you.

Your common sense comes in ebbs and flows, and when it finally hits you, you suddenly pull his hand out of your shorts and break away from his hold.

"Kim will be back soon," you remind him with your voice tinted with concern.

Minho puts his hands on each side of your waist and makes you lean against the kitchen counter, "She won't be back for a while," he calmly says.

He then buries his mouth in the crook of your neck, peeling back the layers of worry off of you with every kiss he planted there.

All of a sudden, you find the guts to put your hands on his chest and push him a little too hard it sends him staggering a couple of steps to the back.

No matter how far you push him away, your body wants to be as close as possible to him. You find yourself walking back to him and taking your turn to corner him against the kitchen counter.

He's wearing this plain white t-shirt but gosh, it looks good on him and you like it even more when you can trace the muscles on his body through the fabric.

"But we don't know for sure," you say, leaning in for a kiss which he eagerly returns and makes him ask for more.

However, it's the grey sweatpants he's wearing that make you lose your mind a little. It's unclear whether it's the fabric or the color or the style of the pants that somehow accentuate the shape of his cock, or the way he walks around in the apartment in it and unaware of what it does to you.

You quietly pull his sweatpants low enough to let his member free out of its confine and without looking, your hand knows what it's looking for and immediately wrap your hand around it, slowly stroking it.

"For all we know, she may be back in a few minutes," you say against his lips.

Minho is engrossed in how you're slowly stroking his cock as you speak, it takes him a while to respond to your question.

"She won't," he assures you, pulling you close by the waist and putting his hand between your legs, rubbing your clit through your shorts.

"She's been gone for fifteen minutes now," you say before he has your lips locked with his again.

"Then we just have to make it quick," he simply resolves, lifting you by the waist, and swiftly, he turns around on his feet to sit you on the counter.

As a dancer, he is trained to lift his partner and he does it seamlessly as if he's lifting a piece of paper. Well, he has the muscles to prove his years-long dance training.

"Minho, we can't," you say as he leans in to kiss your neck.

Instead of stopping him from coming at your breasts, you hold them up for him so he can take them into his mouth.

He sucks on the flesh hard that you wince in pain and he lets go with a satisfied grin, "we definitely can," he coyly disagrees.

"What I'm saying is—" you pause as he parts your legs open, sending you leaning to the back and you quickly prop a hand to support you.

Minho tugs his hands at the elastic band of your pajama shorts and thinking of taking it off of you, you scramble to stop him.

"Just put it to the side," you tell him.

He obeys your words, putting the shorts along with your underwear to the side. He delightfully sighs at the sight of your heating core and he uses his fingers to feel how wet you are for him.

"I can't stop when you're this wet for me," he mutters as he swipes your lips with his fingers coated with your essence, then shoves it into his mouth next.

Feeling challenged to do the same, you lick your lips and get a taste of you on your tongue, you taste so sinfully sweet as the kiss he's about to plant on you.

While his lips keep you busy with kisses, Minho aligns his cock with your entrance, he rubs his tip between your folds then with a slow push, he starts to enter you.

The kiss breaks as the two of you shift your focus on how his cock pushing its way inside you. You spread your legs as wide as possible and watch as his cock is slowly disappearing into you.

Minho curves his hands around you and then glides them down until his hands meet the curve of your ass, he pulls you close, seeking closeness as he's about to fully bottomed out inside you.

"And I can't stop when you feel this good," he says as he crashes his lips against yours again.

The room soon filled with your low moans combined with the sounds of his hips against the back of your thighs. His nails dig into the flesh as he steadily keeps your legs open for him.

Even with your brain clouded with pleasure, a slight of fear comes creeping up in you and makes you keep looking to the side, in the direction of the foyer, and the fact that Kim can come in any minute now.

"Minho," you breathlessly call in between your moans.

You continue talking when you have his attention by putting your hand on his neck, "We can't keep doing this to Kim."

"I know," he says with a small nod, "it's unfair to her."

And it's unfair how he tries to take your mind away from things by suddenly adding intensity to his thrusts and going as shallow as possible inside you.

"Uh-huh, it's unfair," you repeat your words, suddenly losing all the words in your head.

Minho pulls you even closer until you're sitting on the edge of the counter while keeping the pace steady, he lets go of your legs and wraps his arms around you instead. He looks down at his cock slipping in and out of you then when his eyes find you, he intensely stares into your eyes as if he dares you to try to stop him again.

The truth is you're just a human who tends to make the same mistakes and above all that, you're just a girl who wants what she wants and in this moment, you want nothing else but him.

The grip on his shoulder tightens as you come to your climax, your moans turn into breathless whines and you bury your head in his neck.

Yet Minho keeps going and chasing for his high as your walls pulsate and flutter around him, all of those stimulations combined with the fear that Kim may walk in on you and him doing it in the kitchen only arouses him more.

"Don't cum inside," you whisper into his ear.

Now that you said it, it only makes him want to do it and he plans on ignoring those words.

You crumple the front of his t-shirt in your hand and force him to look you in the eyes, "Minho, you can't cum inside," you warn again.

Hearing the urgency in your voice, Minho refrains from doing it and wisely follows your words.

"Where do you want it then?" He asks, suddenly getting curious about your answer.

"My mouth," you shortly answer because it's the only way to make sure to leave no trace of this abomination. No trace means you can pretend that this never happened.

Minho stops moving for a second, unsure if he heard you right. You put your hand on his neck and say again, "You can cum in my mouth."

What you said seems to trigger something inside of him that he continues thrusting into you harder and faster, not caring that you've just cum around him a while ago which only make you even more sensitive than before.

You let him have it because this is the only way you know that'll bring him closer to his release. Also, you don't know how long this has been going on but you know that you don't have much left before Kim comes back.

All of a sudden, Minho puts his arms around your waist and steadily hoists you against him. You immediately wrap your legs around him and your arms around his shoulders.

"Oh..." a raw groan escapes his mouth as he lets go just a little and feels his cock deepens inside you as you cling to him.

The two of you stay still like that for a moment, encased in endless pleasure and palpable desire for each other that it feels like the slightest movement would break the spell.

Sadly, time isn't on your side.

You slowly let go of your hold around him, forcing Minho to put you down gently until your feet touch the floor and eventually, he has to pull out of you, making you feel the sudden emptiness.

You kneel on the floor as he incessantly pumps his cock to keep the stimulation going. You can see his cock, all red and veiny inches away from your eyes as you offer your mouth for him to dump his load.

Seeing him from this point of view surely feels new to you but not less arousing, you can see his forehead wrinkled with how much he focuses on chasing his release.

The most arousing part is the way he's looking down on you, seeing how much you want his cum in your mouth and he's the only one who can give it to you.

"Wider," he murmurs through his gritted teeth.

Also added is the fact that he is someone's boyfriend, oh, everything about it is arousing you so much that your hand flies to your cunt, touching yourself as you obey his word. While maintaining eye contact with him, you open your mouth wider and stick your tongue out a little, waiting for him to shoot his load on you like a bitch in heat.

The second his cum spurts out of his tip and lands on you, you gasp at how hot it feels on your skin. You close your eyes and keep your mouth open as more of his cum gets on your tongue, your lips, and all over your mouth.

Using the tip of his sock, Minho smears his pearly white cum all over your lips, tempting you to put it into your mouth and of course, you cave into the temptation. You give his tip a few kitten licks before taking his length little by little, you compensate for the rest you can't take with your hand.

"Oh..." he delightfully sighs with his head thrown back.

To see him fully indulging in it and hearing him moaning on pleasure encourages you to keep going, sucking him hard and syncing it with the pumping of your hand around the base of his cock.

"Oh, yes, keep going," he mutters to you with his voice soft and sultry.

He puts his hand in your hair and tugs at it, using it to angle your head slightly to the back to provide him more depth as he gently pushes a little more of his cock into your mouth.

"Fu..." his profanity trails off and turns into a breathless moan as he slowly begins thrusting his cock in and out of you.

You're aware that he's using your mouth for his pleasure and you don't mind any of it, if anything, it makes you want to touch yourself more. You allow yourself to do just that, rubbing on your clothed clit as Minho is fucking your mouth.

"Mmh..." you moan with your mouth full of his hot, swollen flesh.

"Oh, you and your fucking mouth," he mutters with a low breath, his eyes intently watching how you're taking every thrust of his cock into your mouth.

For a split second, you forget about Kim until you hear the sound of the front door opening and then closing. You're about to pull out but Minho's grip on the back of your head forces you to remain still.

Your heart starts pounding inside your chest as you hear her footsteps coming closer and she stops just on the other side of the counter where you remain hidden on this side with her boyfriend's cock deep in your throat.

"Oh, it's so hot today," Kim says, still panting from running. You hear her pouring water into a glass and then the sounds of her heartily gulping it.

Minho remains calm and puts his free hand on the counter, "Yeah, you sweat a lot, honey," he says.

There's a low thud of what you assume coming from Kim putting her glass down, "And where are my pancakes?"

"I want it to be hot when you're having it," he simply answers.

"Well then, I'm going to wash my face, and my hands and I'll be ready for pancakes," Kim says.

You can only imagine how she smiles brightly at him when she said it, oblivious to the fact that her roommate is sucking her boyfriend's cock as she speaks.

"They better be good," she adds as she walks away.

You start to relax when you hear her footsteps receding, then you hear the sound of the door being opened and then closed after.

Minho finally lets go of his dead grip on the back of your head and you immediately pull out, a little too fast that you choke on your saliva, sending you into a coughing fit.

You rise from the floor, fixing your clothes as you head to the sink to wipe the mess on your mouth with the running water.

It has just sunken into you of what you did with Minho, the guilt hits you like a ton of brick and it tastes bitter on your tongue no matter how much you rinse it with water.

"Are you okay, babe?" Kim asks you as she comes into the kitchen.

Her presence makes you choke on water this time, you grab a bunch of tissues from the box and wipe your mouth with it.

"I'm okay," you answer, "I'm just choked on something."

Without looking, you can feel Minho's sly smirk from across the kitchen counter. It's best if you exclude yourself from this to avoid any slips out.

"Where are you going?" Kim asks you, she drags a stool and pats it, "Come sit and eat pancakes with me!"

"No, I have something—"

"What do you possibly need to do on a Sunday morning?" She asks with a pout.

"Come on, take a seat!" She says, excitedly patting the seat and inviting you to sit next to her.

If you persist on leaving, she'll only get suspicious of you so you relent, sitting on the stool next to her while holding your cup of coffee.

On the other hand, Minho did his part too well. He acts like nothing happened and successfully makes pancakes for both you and Kim.

"You want cream with that, honey?" He asks Kim but his eyes wander your way for a second.

"No, thank you," Kim politely refuses, "but I'll have the syrups."

Minho wastes no time to get it for her from the kitchen cabinet and gives it to her. He then takes a tube of whipped cream and gives it a shake.

"Extra cream for you then," he says to you as he places creams on top of your pancakes and flashes you a faint smirk that only you can see.

Unable to respond to it with words, you stab the pancakes with your fork and have a bite at it, hate to admit it but it tastes good.

Well then this makes the first statement a truth: Minho is indeed good in the kitchen.

This is it, you say in your head as the bell in your head goes ding!

The apartment may be much smaller than Kim's but it has everything you need, a bedroom, an adequate space to be called a living room, and a fully functioning kitchen. The only downside is it's a farther commute to work but the affordable rent makes up for it and that's the most important thing.

"Are you going to take it?" Gaspard asks as he floats through the crowd like a divine being among mortals.

"I have to take it," you answer while trying to keep up with his long strides, "It's the best offer."

"I think so too," he says, putting his arm around you so you don't stray away from him.

"Yeah?"

He nods, "Cause then you'll be living only a few blocks away from me."

"Oh? You know what? I change my mind," you jokingly say, turning around to walk in the opposite direction.

"Hey!" He holds you back and steers you to the right way by the shoulders, "No turning back now!'

About a week ago, you made it very clear to Gaspard that you want to stay as good friends with him but it's easy to tell that he still believes this can be more than that. That leads you to act careful around him because you're scared that he's mistaken it for something else.

"Aren't you going to invite me upstairs?" He playfully asks as you both stand outside the apartment building.

"Better luck next time," You joke back with a gentle push on his chest.

"Not even for a can of beer?" He sweetly blinks his eyes at you in the hope that will be enough to persuade you.

"Just one!" You cave in because he's been helping you with the apartment hunting and you've been walking around since this afternoon until the day turns dark.

"Just one," he repeats your words in agreement.

"Promise?"

"Promise!"

The apartment is empty because Kim and Minho are out on a date which makes it a convenient time to enjoy a cold drink after a day's hard work.

"Where's Kim?" Gaspard asks as you join him on the sofa.

"I think they're going to the movies or something," you mindless answer, you couldn't care less about what they're doing on a date.

The two of you get quiet after taking a long gulp of beer and gasp at how refreshing it is like you didn't just have it with dinner earlier.

"I reckon you're going to break the news to Kim soon?" Gaspard asks as he leans back on the sofa with his head turned at you.

"Well... yeah," you meekly answer and it reminds you how of you're not ready for that part yet.

"How do you think she'll react?" He asks as he secretly puts his arm around your shoulders.

"I don't know," you sigh, then take a sip of your beer, "I just hope that she knows that the reason has nothing to do with her."

"What's the reason then?" Gaspard asks for the first time and seems to be genuinely curious about the answer.

It feels like you're trapped by your own words, you know the reason but you can't tell him or anyone for that matter.

"Because I want to live close to you," you decide to risk getting it mistaken for something else instead of letting him in on the answer.

With the hand around your shoulders, Gaspard easily pulls you close until you're sitting elbow to elbow and bumping knees with him on the sofa.

"Have I told you you looked beautiful today?" He seduces you as he's brushing your hair to the side.

"Not enough," you jokingly answer.

Gaspard leans in to whisper it to you right into your ear, "You're so beautiful," he mutters then kisses on the cheek.

"Thank you," you sweetly say with a smile.

Catching you off guard, he places one more kiss on the other cheek and pulls away with a big smile on his face. Well, you've done your part to spare him from the disappointment so it's not your fault that he puts himself back on the track for it.

"You promised it was going to be just one beer," you scold him along with a sassy eye roll.

"And I'm not finished with my beer yet," he cleverly answers.

The front door flies open and Kim comes into sight, finding you and Gaspard snuggling close together on the sofa. She smiles at you and puts down her bag on the dining table.

"What do we have here?" She asks with a sly smile.

"Nothing. We're just drinking beers," you calmly answer while quietly putting a safe space between you and Gaspard on the sofa.

"Yeah, I'm just here for one beer," Gaspard says, emphasizing the amount of beer with a sly grin flashed your way.

"And he'll leave soon," you add, returning the sly grin to him.

Taking this as a sign to give you privacy so you can break the news to Kim, Gaspard says, "And I'm leaving."

"No. Stay," Kim says as she sits on the sofa next to you.

"I can only bother you this much, Kim," he jokingly says and comes at you for a hug, "I'll see my way out."

"Thanks for today," you say as you hug him back.

You wait until Gaspard leaves to talk to Kim about what you did today and that you'll be moving out of the apartment soon. You finish your beer to fuel your courage and quietly exhale air to calm yourself down.

"Kim, I need to talk to you about something," you start.

Kim brushes her long dark hair and rests it on her shoulder like a waterfall, "Mmh? What is it?" She asks.

Now, that you have her attention and no one else is here except for the two of you, this is the right time to tell her. You open your mouth and plan to just give it to her all at once until Minho comes through the front door.

"Where do you want me to put it?" He asks Kim, showing the plastic bag he's carrying in his hand.

"Can you put them in the fridge for me, honey?" Kim answers.

"Sure," he shortly answers, going to the kitchen to do what Kim asked him to do.

"I ran out of my fiber drinks," she says, explaining what she made Minho bought for her.

"Ah, I see..." you meekly respond, losing every word you've been carefully arranging in your head so you abort the plan to tell her about the apartment situation.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" She asks with a soft smile on her face, making you feel even more disheartened to tell her.

"Oh, I..." you feel tempted to just let it all out but your eyes keep uneasily glancing at Minho and you don't want him there to hear it.

"I forgot what I'm trying to say to you. Sorry," you lie and add a foolish laugh to convince her.

Kim seems to buy it as she cracks a laugh and gently slaps your knee, "You silly!"

"I'll tell you once I remember it," you say to her.

Or more like, when Minho isn't around.

Two days have passed with Kim is still oblivious that you'll be moving out of the apartment soon.

You always missed each other's timing, when you had the time, Kim was in a hurry to go to the academy and when she was alone at home, you were working late that night. It's like a mysterious force trying to hold you back from telling her the truth.

When you came home from work tonight, you found Kim eating dinner alone in the kitchen. To make sure that Minho isn't around or coming unannounced like usual, you simply ask why she is by herself when her boyfriend always drives her home and usually stays to have dinner together.

"Minho's car broke down so I took a taxi home," Kim answers with a low sigh.

"Oh, that's upsetting," you keep your expression in check as you say it, not risking Kim catching you turn his misfortune into an opportunity.

"It's about time he sends his car to the shop anyway," Kim says.

It's unethical to interrupt her in the middle of her dinner so you carefully pick your timing and wait until she's done with her dinner to talk.

You grab a can of juice from the fridge and take a seat next to her, "Kim, can I talk to you about something?" you hesitantly say.

"Sure, babe," she says, putting down her glass of water then stacks her hands together on the dining table, "What is it?"

"A week ago, I found a suitable apartment not far from Gaspard's. It's not as big as this..." you gulp air to be able to continue talking, "It's in a nice neighborhood and the rent is affordable so I'm thinking of moving in there."

A moment passes in silence as Kim processes your words, her fingers wrapped around the bottom of her glass and tapping at it.

"You want to move out?" She asks as the glints in her eyes slightly dim.

"Yes," you hesitantly say.

"I reckon it's about time that I get my own place," you hurriedly add the number one reason why you want to move out so she doesn't think that it has anything to do with her.

"It's not because of me, right?" She meekly asks.

"No," you answer without a beat, "I love being your roommate but you know... I can't stay here forever. I eventually have to move out."

"Nonsense! You definitely can stay here forever," Kim remarks as she grabs your hand on your lap.

You put your hand on hers and softly smile at her, "I'd love to but..."

You can't keep living with her knowing you've been betraying her and the guilt is eating you alive from the inside as you speak? You continue in your head.

"It's either now or later, it's something that I have to do," you settle on a reasonable answer.

"That's true," Kim weakly says, looking a little taken aback by your announcement.

"I'm sorry if this is so sudden. I didn't mean to keep it this long, we were so busy these past few days that I only got the chance to tell you now," you explain with utmost sincerity.

Kim nods and puts on a smile for you, "it's okay. I understand."

Your heart is getting heavy the more you talk, you'd better end it before the guilt gets to you and you're giving it the chance to crawl out of you. You grab your purse, rummaging through the content for the envelope you've been putting aside and planning to give to Kim.

"This is for this month's rent," you hand the envelope straight into her hand.

She folds it in half and puts the envelope back into your hand, "Take it. You need it for moving and buying stuff for your new apartment.

"No, Kim. I can't. It's yours!" You forcefully put it back into her hand but she balls her hand into a fist.

"Consider this as an early housewarming gift," she insists, holding your hand down to make you stop giving the envelope back to her.

"Kim, no... I shouldn't—" You sigh in defeat, having no other way to make her accept your money.

"I'm going to miss you," Kim's voice cracks, and the next thing you know, she's hugging you so tightly that you can feel how much she meant her words.

"Oh, Kim, you can't get rid of me yet," you playfully say to lighten up the mood, "at least, for the next three weeks."

This is why you have to move out soon, Kim is too kind and all you do in return is use her kindness to fool her and stab her in the back, you've been treating her like a shit friend, and you feel sick have to keep doing that to her.

This is statement number two: Minho knows that he's the reason why.

There's this gut feeling that something is going to happen. This could be just a reaction to the change you'll face soon, new apartment, new neighborhood, there'll be no Kim, and the realization that you'll do everything on your own at that point.

It's scary and exciting, you feel a little bit of both at times. One thing that always lingers inside you is this slight fear that Minho possibly knows he's the reason why you decide to move out.

A week went by and you can safely assume that Kim must have told Minho about the apartment situation. You swear you're not expecting anything at all from Minho, but he's been strangely normal and taciturn which only confirms that something is actually off about him.

You should be taking this as an advantage because then you wouldn't have to interact with him and fewer interactions lead to you making fewer mistakes with him.

Work has been keeping you busy too that you haven't had the chance to pack your things. When you come home late tonight, Kim is already sleeping and you don't want to bother her by the sound of you shoving your things into boxes.

Well, you still have a week left anyway to sort your things out and you're tired from work, you hurriedly make your way to the bathroom for a quick shower.

In the midst of it, you hear the knocking on the door and your first thought is that Kim must be in urgency to use the bathroom.

"Kim?" You call but there's no answer

You turn off the shower and put on a bathrobe, you carefully walk as water drips down your body and hair to open the door.

"Is that you..." your words trail off as you see who's coming into the bathroom and it's not Kim.

There was no sign that Minho was in the apartment when you walked in because you could tell from the sight of his shoes in the foyer or his bag that sits in the living room so unless he has the ability to become invisible, it means that he came just now to the apartment.

Gosh! You tried so hard to avoid temptation and now it's coming to get you. You're clutching your bathrobe together and head to the door.

"You can use the bathroom," you say without looking at him.

He grabs you by the elbow to stop you from leaving, he pulls you hard enough that your body crashes against him, then wraps his arms around you.

"I heard you're moving out," he says.

You break away from his hold and put his hands away from you, "not your business," you say.

Minho is quick to catch your hands by the wrist then he folds them together behind your back, making you unable to move as he leans in to kiss you.

You turn your head to the side, not letting him kiss you but instead of doing that, he steers your body to the back until your back meets the bathroom sink.

"Is it because of me?" He asks.

You scoff and make a mocking smirk at him, "Not everything is about you, Minho," you say, daringly staring into his dark brown eyes.

Catching you off guard, Minho crashes his lips against you and you hate that you instinctively return his kiss. He pulls away for a bit then plants his lips on yours again, deeper and hungrier than before.

Getting a moment of clarity, you pull away from the kiss and keep your head turned away from him, "We can't keep doing this to Kim," you remark.

He leans in close until his face is only inches away from yours, "So you admit that it's because of me?"

There's no way of denying it anymore so you may as well just admit it, "You made me do this and I don't—"

He cuts you off with a kiss and you have to pull your head back hard enough to break it, "I hate myself for it and I hate you for making me keep doing this to Kim," you bravely tell him right to his face.

He leans in even closer so that you can see the dark orbs of his eyes, "Tell that to me once again," he dares you.

This is the time to break away from this cycle that shackles you with guilt, you should stop now before all this guilt weighs you down and drown you further.

"I hate you, Minho," you unequivocally tell him with unwavering eyes.

Minho intensely stares into your eyes to see if your words match what you're feeling inside. His eyes flick down to your lips, tempted to lean in for another but when his lips make contact with yours, he changes his mind.

He lets go of his hold on you all at once and then takes a step back, exiting the room and leaving you untethered for good.

It seems like what you've said to him has done it because Minho acts like you're not even there whenever you're in the same space with him and this morning, you find yourself in the kitchen with him just quietly minding your own business.

This is good, right? That means there'll be no more mistakes, no more betraying Kim and you can start being a good friend again. The best thing of all, you get to move out of the apartment on a good note.

"Hey, you're not working late tonight, right?" Kim asks as you're enjoying your morning coffee.

"I hope not," you say, putting down your half-eaten toast on the plate, "Cause I have lots to do tomorrow."

Kim nods and pours herself a glass of orange juice, "Since this will be your last night in an apartment, I'm hoping that we can have dinner together," she says with a smile.

She walks up to Minho and places her hand on the small of his back, "Minho will be cooking, of course, and I'll get a nice bottle of wine for—"

You quickly swallow your food to refuse the idea, "Oh, no, Kim, please, I don't feel good—"

She clicks her tongue at you and shakes her head, "No, you can't say no. I'll be waiting for you to come home whether you like it or not," she insists.

Maybe it's coming from the fact that she comes from a privileged family, Kim can be quite adamant about certain things, especially when she wants something, in one way or another, she has to get it.

The whole time at work, you're debating whether to make an excuse to avoid attending dinner or just gladly accept Kim's kind gesture and come to the dinner, the latter is what a good friend would do, right?

On the way home, you purposely missed the trains a couple of times before finally getting in. You're dreading it because Minho is cooking dinner and that means he'll be there for it, and this is worse than doing things behind Kim's back because you have to act innocent in front of her.

At the door of the apartment, you take a few deep breaths with your hand holding the doorknob. You console yourself with the thought that you'll only have to endure it for one more night and all this will disappear tomorrow.

"I'm home," you announce your arrival and try your best to sound cheerful as you make your way inside.

As expected, Kim is sitting at the dining table with Minho and it seems like they started without you as you see the glasses of wine.

"Oh, there you are!" Kim claps her hands together in delight.

"I'm sorry. The train was delayed for almost an hour," you make up an excuse for your tardiness while putting down your bag on the kitchen counter and head to the kitchen sink to wash your hands.

"I hope you don't mind that we almost finished the first bottle without you," Kim says.

"I don't mind at all," you say as you dry your hand with a napkin.

As you take a seat at the dining table, Minho gets up his seat and heads to the kitchen. You can't tell if that's intentional or not, but you remind yourself to not give an ounce of care to whatever he's doing.

"Minho only needs to reheat the sauce and dinner will be ready," Kim says as she fills your glass with red wine and the aphrodisiac smell wafting around in the room.

"Thank you," You smile in gratitude and take a small sip of it.

"So, how was work?"

"Dreadful," you shortly answer and reward yourself with another sip.

Kim cracks a laugh and something about it gives you the impression that she's rather a little intoxicated already.

"I'm sorry that I can't help you move out tomorrow," she says as she pours more wine into her glass which you deem is not a smart move.

"That's more than fine," you respond, "I heard from Gaspard you guys have started practicing for the winter show."

"Oh, yeah..." she softly says and then gets lost in her words for a second.

"We're doing The Nutcracker, again," she says with a dramatic pause.

"That sounds fun!" You nicely respond.

"You should come on the opening day, I'll send the ticket," she enthusiastically says and sips her wine.

"Only if you come to my little housewarming party," you meekly say even though you're not sure you know how to throw a party of any kind.

"That's a deal!" She says, clinking her glass of wine with you to seal the deal.

The mouthwatering smell has taken over the room as Minho serves the food on the table, he's cooking pasta and a big steak to share which he has sliced, showing off the perfect level of cooking doneness.

"This is delicious, honey," Kim praises after taking a bite of it, she then turns to look at you, "What do you think?"

"This is really good," you compliment because, despite everything, you can't deny that he's a good cook which also reminds you to thank him for it.

"Thank you for cooking dinner, Minho," you say even though his name feels dry and strange on your tongue.

He only nods and doesn't say anything but put more food on Kim's plate, and you can't lie that you feel a little dejected by his lack of reaction.

The dinner would be a big awkward moment if Kim wasn't leading ninety percent of the conversation on the table but as the night goes on and more wine dawned in, Kim starts to slur her words and mindlessly rambles about random things all at once. It gets to the point that she accidentally knocks things off, first it was her glass of wine and then, a pitcher of water that is now flooding the dining table.

"Kim, I think it's time for bed," you kindly say.

She brushes her hair away and sniffles, "But it's your last night here."

"We'll still be seeing each other tomorrow," you console her.

She cracks a smile and then snorts, "That's right."

Minho is quick to offer himself to carry her to bed but before she comes into his arms, Kim crashes herself into you and hugs you so tightly.

"You're the best roommate I've ever had," she mumbles with her head buried in your neck.

You put your arms around her to return her hug and gently pat her back, "That's so sweet of you, Kim."

"And I'm not saying that because you're the only roommate I've ever had, I genuinely love having you here," she says, pausing to inhale air.

"it's going to be so weird coming home and you're not here," she adds with a sniffle.

You can't bring yourself to check whether she's crying or not because if she does, there's a big chance you'll cry too. Instead, you look at Minho to let him know this is why you can't hurt her anymore.

All of a sudden, Kim breaks away from the hug and runs to Minho, she lets him take her to the bedroom. You watch as they get inside and close the door behind them.

After cleaning up the dining table and doing the dishes, you can finally go to your bedroom, being with yourself for the first time after a long, eventful day.

The room is bare since you have packed everything into boxes and you're standing there wondering how your life fits in those boxes. It gets you all sentimental as you feel like you're going on a new path in life.

The moment gets interrupted as you notice through the reflection in the mirror that Minho is coming into your room. Before you can stop him, he barges in and crashes his body against yours, lips instantly locked with yours as if they're two opposites of the magnet.

"Minho..." you sadly whine against his lips.

When you look into his eyes though, you just can't find it in you to resist him anymore so you give in and let tonight be another mistake.

Just one more mistake, you tell yourself.

Minho likes it when you're saying one thing but your body does the opposite. He's holding you close from behind and his hand is down south, fingers playing with your clit before he pushes one digit inside you, making you shut your legs together in reaction.

"We can't do this," you mutter against his lips.

He's expecting you to say that at one point but not this early in the night and not when he's just started. He presses his mouth into your ear and whispers, "Fight back harder if you don't want this."

There are so many ways for you to tell him off, you can break away from his hold, you can push him away and close the door right on his face but you do want this, he can see in the mirror how you liked being touched all over and how you like two fingers instead of one inside you.

"Oh..." you shakily moan as he enters two digits into you now.

Minho can feel it blooming under his touch and how wet you are for him, how your body wants more of him despite all of your efforts to stop him.

And you know what? He wants you just as much if not more.

He starts undressing you, taking every piece of clothing off of you as eager as a child unwrapping his Christmas present, and then gently, he lays you down on the end of the bed.

You look up at him with your eyes wide and flickering with desire, "Let's stop here, I let you—"

There you go with your empty warning again, he shuts you off with a kiss, "There's no way I can hold back," he says to you.

Impatient, he rips open his shirt and tosses it aside before kneeling at the end of the bed to indulge in your pool of arousal. Your moans begin to fill the room and in the mirror, he can see you try to muffle it by covering your mouth with your hand.

Minho can't get over how wet you are for him and he wants to keep it that way as he has lots of things he wants to do to you.

He gets up from the floor and quickly gets rid of his jeans next, then wastes no time to walk up to you. He takes your legs by the ankles, lifting them and holding them close to his chest, and then slowly, he parts them open.

Oh, the sight of your wet flushed cunt will never cease to arouse him. His head gets dizzy just from looking at it and it starts spinning as you put your hand around his cock.

"Fuck!" He curses under his breath as you bring his cock and rub it between your folds, making him more impatient to be inside you.

His patience wears thin and he puts his focus on aligning it with your entrance.

"Minho, I told you we can't— oh..." you loudly moan as you feel his cock penetrates you and stop talking as he pushes the rest in a painstakingly slow motion to make sure you feel every inch of his length stretching you.

"Doesn't this feel way too good?" He says as he deeply stares into your eyes.

He doesn't need to hear you say it, he knows because you feel too good around him too. He is steadily holding your legs on each side of his waist as he starts thrusting into you.

Minho can't decide whether he should watch his cock slipping in and out of you or watch how much you're enjoying it, quietly moaning while tugging your fingers between your teeth.

One thing he knows what to do is to make this last as long as possible, he stops when he knows you're closing in on your high.

"Oh," you sigh as he pulls out of you and swiftly, turns you over on the bed.

Now, he has you lying on your stomach and he grips your waist, raising it a little higher to give him just the right angle to enter you from behind.

You whine as you feel him full again and he's lowering himself on top of you, he's propping his elbow against the mattress to not put his whole weight on you.

Minho puts his hand around your neck and slightly tilts your head to the back to land a kiss on your lips. He can feel the blood rushing in your veins with his hand wrapped around your neck.

"Minho, let's stop this already," you whine.

Despite his cock buried deep inside you, you still find it in you to try to stop him. He kisses you hard and deep as if he's trying to strip all of your senses away.

"Shut up!" He tells you, "You don't even want to stop."

From the way you close your mouth is enough to tell him that you have no response to that but he knows now that he needs to fuck all these worries out of you.

Minho does all of that, he's fucking you with all his might, he watches how your face contorted in pleasure, how your hands are crumpling the sheet under you as he picks up the pace.

"Minho..." you breathlessly call.

Before you can say anything to stop him again, he grabs your chin and makes you see your reflection in the mirror, "Look at that!"

He waits until you open your eyes and see yourself in the mirror as he asks you, "Does it look like you want me to stop?"

Fucking you good isn't enough, he needs to fuck you hard enough that you forget everything else except for this moment where only you and him exist in this sinful tryst.

"If you keep going, I'm going to come," you whine between your moans.

Minho takes that as a sign that he's heading the right way but rather than adding speed to his thrusts, he slows down his pace and allows himself to melt onto you, putting his body on yours, placing kisses all over your shoulder and neck until his lips find their way back to yours.

There's no way he's finishing this without seeing your face when it's everything he wanted the most from it, seeing how fucked out you are that you can't find words to say.

After turning you over on the bed, he takes a moment to let his eyes lust over your body and then he runs his hand all over you, feeling your soft skin under his fingertips. He's using his mouth next to suck on your breasts and his tongue to play with your nipples.

All these times, he's been good by not doing it but the urge to mark you is getting unbearable so he does it, sucking on your ample flesh hard enough that he knows it's going to leave a mark.

"Ow..." you yelp in pain but it comes out as a mewl as you try to keep your noises on the low.

Minho settles himself between your legs, burying his head once again in your wetness to prepare you for what comes next. You're whining and moaning, sometimes, it's a mix of both and it's resounding in the room.

He starts to believe that you forgot about his girlfriend sleeping in the bedroom across the room, he puts it to the test by sucking on your clit which earned a loud moan for you. He's right, you forgot about it until a while later, and you hurriedly cover your mouth with the back of your hand.

He gets impatient all over again when it comes to entering you, he can only hold himself back so much and his self-control is wearing thin. He's lowly groaning as he pushes himself back into you, feeling your tight walls welcoming him.

"How are you feel so good every damn time, mmh?" He asks in disbelief with a rough kiss on your lips.

The sex feels so much better than the previous and if he could, he is just wanting to keep doing it with you because it doesn't feel like with other people, including his girlfriend of almost three years.

He watches as your eyes fluttering open and shut, and breathless moans spilling out of your parted mouth, overwhelmed by what he's doing to you.

"Look at you! Making lewd moans for me," he mutters with an intense gaze directed toward you.

He brushes your hair away from your face and kisses your open mouth, "Aren't you supposed to hate me?"

You lick your lips and look at him through your half-shut eyes, "I hate— oh..."

He launches his cock deeper inside you, not letting you finish your sentence, and keeps the intensity of his thrusts to distract you.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" You manage to repeatedly say and Minho roughly thrusts into you every time you say it.

"That doesn't sound convincing," he mockingly says, pretending like it doesn't affect him when in fact, it does.

"I hate you and I hate your guts," you say with your body shaking from how hard he's fucking you and your breasts jiggling along to it.

The hate somehow encourages him to keep going, he's letting go of himself and letting his body take care of the rest. He doesn't need to worry about you, he knows you are on the brink of—

"Oh, my—" You let out a broken moan as you reach your climax

Minho keeps moving to chase his high, his nails digging into the flesh on your thighs as he's going impossibly fast, ramming himself into you until he too, finally reaches his high.

Even though he's high in unadulterated pleasure and his brain is foggy because of it, he knows his way to your kiss, he slowly puts himself on top of you and softly places his lips on yours. There's something intimate about this, it feels pure and raw, it's just you and him locked in a chaste kiss.

However, when you break from the kiss, you look at him and say for the umpteenth time, "I hate you, Minho."

Isn't it tiring to lie? Isn't it tiring to keep hiding? But sure, you can say things that go against what you're feeling and betray your own heart as much as you want but Minho isn't one to do that kind of thing.

He holds the side of your face and fiercely looks back into your eyes as he calmly says, "That's too bad because I like you."

That makes it the third statement: Minho likes you.

If the other two are the truth then that makes this a lie, right? But, oh well, why bother figuring it out when you've already moved on from that part of life?

It takes a month to adjust to your new apartment and discover some places around your neighborhood like a regular cafe to visit when you need your caffeine fix and a bakery that sells this delicious bagel when you need a breakfast to-go.

There's no denying that you miss Kim from time to time and it feels a little lonely when you come home from work, and that's why you're excited for tonight, you're having the housewarming party that has been postponed twice because Kim got tied with her practice schedule.

Swear to God! You're just excited to meet her again and not at the possibility that you'll meet her boyfriend again.

Since you doubt your skill in cooking, you decide to order some food from Gaspard's recommendations and he also comes early to help set the table.

"You're chipper than usual," he comments as he cleans the table with a cloth.

"Am I? I feel exceptionally normal," you playfully respond.

When the doorbell rings, your heart palpation and you can't even bring yourself to peek through the peephole, you take a deep breath and turn the knob.

"Hi, my darling!" Kim gasps the second you open the door for her and you both exchange a quick, warm hug.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind me bringing a plus one," she adds, opening the door wider to let someone else in.

The excitement fills you to the brim that you feel like you're about to combust but it deflates in a second when you see that she's bringing someone else.

"You remember Astrid?" Kim asks.

You hide your disappointment and put on a smile, "I believe we met at the party," you vaguely remember her from her dirty blonde hair and Kim's fellow dancer.

"Yes, exactly that Astrid," she says as she shakes your hand.

"Please, come in!" You politely say, making a way for your guests to come inside your small apartment.

Gaspard appears to welcome Kim and gives her a quick hug, as if he heard your thoughts, he asks, "I thought you'd be with Minho."

"His car broke down again," Kim sighs as she takes off her coat, "I already told him so many times to buy a new one instead of sending his car to the shop."

This is so infuriating. No matter how much you convince yourself that you don't care about Minho, reality slaps you with the truth. You've been under the illusion that this distance will help you diminish this feeling but you do care, you care a lot.

The party went well or that's what you guessed, you were out of it most of the time, your body was here but your mind was going all over the place.

"You're so quiet," Gaspard comments again as he helps you clean up after Kim and Astrid leave.

"I'm just... sad," you honestly admit but decide to lie about the details, "Soon you'll be leaving too and I'm alone again."

Gaspard slyly smiles at you and leans the side of his body against the wall, "I mean, I can stay with you," he offers.

You scoff and put the dirty glasses into the sink, "Well, then you won't be missing me tomorrow," you say with a pout.

He sighs as he takes your subtle rejection with an open heart, "Are we still on for Sunday brunch?"

"Why? Do you need to cancel?" You jokingly say.

He bumps his shoulder with you as he joins in the kitchen sink to help you with the dishes, "Your treat!"

"Sure. My treat!" You agree with a bump into his shoulder.

A little after eleven, Gaspard left the apartment too with a long hug and a kiss on your cheek. You're going back inside to tidy up a few things while draining the wine from the leftover dinner, chugging it straight from the bottle.

It feels rewarding that you finish the wine by the time you're done cleaning the kitchen and now, you're tired enough to not think of anything else and ready for bed.

As you're about to change out of your dress, you hear the doorbell rings and your first thought is it's Gaspard, because he's done it before and he's shooting his shot for the umpteenth time. You're holding yourself back from laughing and head to the door to open it, unlocking it without checking it through the peephole first.

"What? Do you miss me already?" You jokingly say as you pull open the door.

"Yes," Minho answers without a beat as he's standing in front of you, making your heart race inside your chest and waking the kaleidoscope of butterflies as they start to flutter around in your stomach.

The first thing that comes to your head is what he said to you that night. Minho likes you and you still can't determine this one statement, well, it seems like you need to play another round to know if it's a lie or a truth.

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beta/alpha!male reader x omega!john price x omega!simon "ghost" riley summary: price and ghost help you with your first rut after your sudden change from a beta to an alpha. warnings: nsfw, minors dni. omegaverse, brief illness, threesome, knotting, creampies. sorry for the delay on this! had it like 80% written by saturday and then i had a time the next few days. i got carried away with the word count so oops.

Price was normally resistant to others being assigned to his task force, but when your file found its way on his desk curiosity got the better of him. Not just because you were a Beta, although that did help his willingness to accept you, but because you filled a hole in the team. Your skills and training had rounded out the task force, being a Beta was an added bonus.

There was still lingering doubt in Price’s mind, but weeks after you had joined and Gaz went into heat you offered to help. You had been the perfect carer - staying with him the entire time and making sure he was fed, hydrated and happy. Afterwards Gaz had privately gushed about you to the rest of the 141, unable to think of a time when his heat had gone so smoothly. You had repeated the process with Soap and Price, both getting to experience your gentle touch first hand, and even Ghost had let you help him.

After months of working with the team Price had begun to notice some changes in your behaviour. You were more on edge when the 141 worked with other soldiers, hesitating to leave them alone if an Alpha was in the room. He picked up on you offering the others food from your own plate if they complained they were still hungry, despite the fact that you’d barely even finished half of yours. You even began developing a stronger scent, something different from when you had first joined.

Worry filled his mind when one day Gaz & Soap had barged into his office, panicking about how they couldn’t wake you. Once Price had joined them in running to your room he was immediately calling for a medic, your body covered in a sheen of sweat, barely responsive to their attempts at rousing you. They each took their turns pacing outside your room once you had been taken to a hospital, the doctor’s unsure what was happening to you. You had stayed like that for days, a fever wracking your body and unconscious as change forced its way through your veins.

Price had been elated when he received the phone call that you were awake, but once the 141 had gathered at the hospital they were ushered into a separate room before they could see you. A doctor was already waiting for them, a look of concern on her face.

An Alpha. They couldn’t wrap their head around it, you had changed into an Alpha. The doctor had tried to explain how in very rare cases something like this can happen but they were too shocked to absorb anything she was explaining. Soap & Gaz appeared unbothered, more concerned with wanting to see you but one look between Price and Ghost and they knew they were thinking similarly.

Filing into your room they were hit with a wave of pheromones you didn’t know you were releasing, a deep down part of them stirring when your scent immediately turned relaxed at seeing them, Soap and Gaz not hesitating to give you hugs as Ghost lingered on the outside of the group while Price simply placed a hand on your shoulder, “It’s good to see you lad,” he said, attempting to bury the worry threading through his mind.

The doctors advised you be taken back to your home base so that’s what they did, alongside the thought that they’d have to explain certain things to you. You weren’t dumb - you knew how Alphas worked, but knowing and doing were two very different things. You had to rely on someone else telling you when you were stinking up the room with Alpha smell, or when you easily slipped back into your old routine except this time it appeared more like courting than caring, and Price and Ghost, as the most experienced, could see how your new heightened senses were weighing on you, struggling in the presence of four omegas.

—

Waking up you were confused at your state, your senses acting as if they had a personal vendetta against you, and you were even more confused when Gaz had taken one look at you and escorted you back to your room as if you were a scared animal, telling you to sit while he fetched Price. 15 minutes later Price and Ghost stepped through your door, shutting it behind them as Price sat next to you. “Do you know what’s happening lad?”

You didn’t know, brain struggling to conjure up any ideas without being distracted by the smell of omega. Swallowing heavily, you shook your head, “No sir.”

Ghost spoke up, “Think you’re going into rut.” He remained leaning against the wall, gaze locked on you.

Brows furrowing you used what brain power you had left to think it over. It matched with the experiences you had heard from other Alphas, but- “I don’t have anything prepared,” you mumbled, brain ticking with what would follow the next few days.

Price had a faint smile on his face, hand resting on your shoulder for reassurance. “We know, which is why, if you want, we think it’s our turn to help you.”

The air sharpened with arousal and you heard Ghost’s faint scoff of laughter, “Think he likes that idea, boss.”

Price’s hand slid from your shoulder to around the back of your neck, forcing you to turn your head and face him. “Only if you want,” he reiterated, thumb gently stroking the back of your neck.

Blood was already pooling south, your cock twitching in its confines at the idea of having them both underneath you. You didn’t realise you had been thinking about it for so long until Price briefly tightened his grip, bringing you back to the present. Nodding your head eagerly, your eyes flicked between Price and Ghost, “Please.”

—

Sinking into Ghost’s hole felt nothing short of heavenly, the warmth of his walls pulsing to ease your way in and steadily melting your brain, your mouth dropping open to release an airy moan once you were buried as deep as you could go. Just enough awareness was flickering behind your eyes to start slow, gently rocking your hips while Ghost adjusted to the stretch of your cock.

Price was by your side, cautiously watching your movements to make sure you didn’t go too rough before Ghost was ready. As soon as your hips punched forwards unexpectedly Price was slanting his mouth against yours, distracting you from your impatience as Ghost grunted from the force. The smell of not one but two aroused omegas had your alpha preening, deepening the kiss with Price and lowly growling as your hand encased the back of his head to hold him close, only parting when Ghost began to roll his hips back and forth.

Your hands fell to Ghost’s hips, guiding his movements as each of your thrusts grew faster and harder until skin was slapping against skin, vision tunnelling as your pupils dilated, only focused on the omega around your cock and the breed, mate, instinct that was swirling in your mind.

Pushing Ghost down you surged over him, covering his body with yours as your teeth skated across his back, barely resisting the temptation to bite and mark him, to let the world know who he belonged to, whose bed he was warming. Price was by your side again, kissing at your neck and shushing your half-growls, attempting to soothe the possessive claim. His hands ran across your body, one stroking through your hair while the other never stopped moving, letting you know he was there.

Your pace never faltered, even as Ghost began warning you he was close, cock bobbing against his stomach at your thrusts while his moans grew faster and faster until his body seized, muscles trembling as he painted the bed under him with his release. Once out of the floating of his climax Ghost could feel the beginnings of your knot catching on his rim, the bulb steadily growing with each of your frantic thrusts as his knees buckled, sending him flat against the bed as the tension thrumming through your body finally snapped, knot punching its way past his rim and locking you together.

It was like a dam had burst, his insides flooded with your cum as your hips stuttered, a chest rattling growl crawling its way out of your throat. Despite the fact that you couldn’t thrust you instead grinded against Ghost, cock twitching with each pulse of cum that his fluttering walls milked from you. After a lifetime of minutely jerking your hips you finally slumped against Ghost, growls replaced with heavy breaths and a rumbling purr as you rolled to your side, bringing Ghost with you and hugging him to your chest. Burrowing your nose into the back of his neck your alpha was temporarily satiated at your scent mixing with Ghost’s.

Faintly, you heard Price speak up. “You ok Simon?”

Ghost was breathing as heavily as you, voice hoarse and dry, “Mhm, just-” he gasped almost silently as your hips twitched, knot tugging against his rim, “full,” he huffed, bearing his teeth as you began to grow restless.

Price’s attention quickly switched to you, hand wiping the sweat-coated hair off your forehead, “What’s the matter lad?” After attempting and failing to pull out of Ghost your hand hurried downwards, finger prodding at his tightened rim until it could push inside and separate you enough to pull your knot out. As much as you wanted to lean down and tongue your cum back into his hole your brain had other ideas, body surging up to Price and licking into his mouth while you pushed him onto his back, pupils blown wide.

Price watched curiously as you nipped down his throat and chest, “Gotta breed you,” you slurred, eyes half-lidded and cock hard and ready between your legs. He released a steadying breath, hole twitching at your eagerness.

His head rolled back on his shoulders as two of your fingers poked at his entrance, easily sliding in with the preparation you had done earlier and the mixture of his own slick. Before you could get too lost and overstimulate him and yourself Price pulled you back up to his lips with a hand in your hair, ignoring the noise of discontent you made and kissing you again, reaching down to align your tip with his hole. If it was another time and place he would’ve laughed at how easily you crumbled, but as your cock slipped inside him he groaned against your mouth, letting his body rock with your thrusts.

—

When Price and Ghost first emerged from your room once your rut was over Soap and Gaz tried their best to look unfazed, pointedly ignoring the way they were both stretching out sore muscles. “He ok?” Gaz asked, eyes attempting to search for you and noticing your absence.

Price nodded, “Just showering.”

Always the bolder of the two Soap couldn’t help but question, “How was it?” At Gaz’s pointed look he shrugged, “As if ye weren’t wonderin’.”

Price huffed amusingly, fingers scratching through his sideburns, “Think we’ll have our hands full with him.”

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freshxsturniolo · 11 months ago

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4th July - Part 5 - chris sturniolo x femreader

pt1. pt2. pt3. pt4

so, how was it?” tara asks, taking a sip of her iced coffee. you can’t hide the blush.

last night had turned out … exactly how you wanted to. somehow you weren’t afraid to admit it but you knew it was quick. you weren’t a prude and it wasn’t the first time you’d slept with someone after not knowing them long but with chris it felt different. usually you fucked, left, and never spoke to them again. you found yourself excited to be in his presence again and he hadn’t left your mind once over the short hours away from him.

you had spent the rest of the evening with his brothers. he had tried to ask them to leave, but you gave him an eye. you enjoyed all 3 of their presences and you weren't about to throw them out of their own home to spend alone time with him.

he was different around them. the same chris but more energetic. a love for his brothers you had never seen between siblings before. but if anything it had only made your feelings for him higher. he was sweet. he was funny. he got on their last nerve. but he loved them dearly and that you could see. the conversation had flown beyond easy with all 3 of them, nick especially. he was the one who you text the most after chris and you could genuinely call him a close friend, and you were not going to pretend you couldn't see his excitement in his eyes and his voice at the prospect of you being there with his youngest triplet brother.

chris had sat with you the whole time, his thighs against yours before he got more comfortable and his hands were thrown over your shoulder, you edging closer to him until you were cradled under the crook of his arm. when he was talking to you, his fingers were rubbing circles around your shoulder before he eventually grabbed hold of your hand, and like two lovesick puppies you played with each others fingers whilst you chatted away.

chris was happy. he'd never bought a girl back to their place and the way matt and nick spoke to you so normally and so freely let him know he wanted more from you than just the odd date and the odd fuck. he felt something for you he hadn't felt before and seeing you so comfortable in his home had only heightened that.

"it was great" you chuckle, and tara lets out a little squeal as she does a little happy dance in her seat. the people behind you turn around to look at her, but she doesn't care.

"i need details." she presses, and you roll your eyes.

"we didn't manage to even eat our food" you admit.

"oh. my. god." she laughing again. "you have to invited him out tonight."

your eyes widen. "fuck" you whisper, picking up your phone immediately.

“what?” tara asks.

“i asked him to top golf later”

theres silence as you type out another messages to chris, but the silence makes you feel uneasy and you divert your eyes to tara. the look on her face tells you everything you need to know.

“don’t start” you whine. but she starts.

“you asked him to top golf? tonight? after seeing him last night?”

you roll your eyes. “you literally just said to invite him out tonight”

her eyes widen. “in a SOCIAL setting.”

you had completely forget about the casual drinks that has been planned for today. there was a group of you and all your friends that like to go to a small bar every month, a place to sit and chat and get casually drunk. in the excitement and lead up to jake’s party for 4th of july and the obvious reasons for chris, it had completely skipped your mind.

"you really like him, dont you" she presses, and you put your phone down before you even finish typing out your message.

you look at your best friend for a second, turning a shade of red. "am i doing too much?" you ask, fear in your mind now that maybe this was quick, and maybe it would end badly. but chris wanted it as bad as you. didn't he?

tara smiles. "no. not at all."

you smile back and let out a breath of fresh air, before you groan and put your hands to your face. tara erupts into laughter.

yes. you were down bad. you WERE pinning for him.

"what where you just about to text him?" she presses on, and you sigh as you pick up your phone again.

"just that i forgot i had plans and if we could do tomorrow, maybe."

"NO" tara shakes her head, mouth full of coffee. you stare at her whilst she composes herself. "absolutely not. go"

"are you sure? i dont wanna blow you guys off for a guy"

she rolls her eyes. "hes not just a guy tho is he, he's chris sturniolo and my best friend is in love"

you hold your finger out to her immediately. "too fucking far"

she erupts into laughter. "put the damn phone down," she says now. "go, and if it goes well, tell him we're all out and come join us"

you look at your phone, message half typed out, before blowing out a sigh and deleting it.

"okay. yeah. okay."

tara squeals again, and you can't hide the rush of excitement that rushes over you.

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ace-marvel · 3 months ago

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Anachronism (Teaser)

(This is based off an idea or prompt by @black-cat-2 and it got stuck in my head and I couldn't not write it. This is their idea completely, I just wanted to get what was in my head on paper after I read their post. It's just the beginning, if people don't like it, I won't keep writing it. I also have not edited this.)

Ananchronism: used to describe a historical inaccuracy where something from one time period is placed in another.

You had never been normal.

In this day and age, sub-genders were nothing more than an additional label that went on your drivers license or something to be noted by an employer. You had presented as an omega when you’d hit puberty, like all the other people your age. It was a blood test done by the doctors to check, each sub-gender produced a certain enzyme that was checked when a woman got their first period and or a man started to grow hair on his chest.

Your results had been odd, your early teenage years spent in and out of doctor’s offices as they poked and prodded with needles and endless tests to find out why your levels had been so strange. It was something more commonly seen in the early 1900s when sub-genders had been such a big deal.

“She’s a genetic anomaly,” A doctor had finally chalked it up, after looking at your records when you were fifteen.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your mother was an alpha, which meant that she took charge, a stubborn and proud lady in her own right.

“Look, it’s a rare thing we’re seeing in very cases,” The old doctor huffed out. “Her sub-gender appears to not be suppressed, like evolution skipped her for whatever reason it decided to.”

That was the end of the poking and prodding.

You just weren’t normal.

A genetic anomaly.

Adjusting was horrid for your family, from the need to steal all the soft blankets, much to your mother’s dismay or your father’s disappointment, when you needed to skip school again because you had fevers and cramps from an ancient thing called a heat. After a year of missing almost two months of school, the doctor had put you on suppressants.

Things still didn’t get better from there.

Society was rough.

Equality meant you had to work, despite everything in your brain and body screaming at you not to. You shouldn’t be standing on your feet for hours on end at the coffee shop you worked part-time at as a teenager, you shouldn’t have to get up at ungodly hours to study for tests and sit in a room full of people that seemed like dead bodies.

You were sensitive, soft, and not made for this time.

Becoming an adult was hard; moving out of home had you in tears, and finally diagnosed with depression. But you had to trudge on in this harsh world, alone.

The only saving grace had been a woman who owned a bakery down the street, who had hired you after you’d come in one day craving something sweet before your heat decided to strike.

It turned out that Elise was like you, a genetic anomaly. She wasn’t an olden day omega like you were, but she had heightened senses and strangely strong despite her small stature. You’d seen her lift three massive bags of flour like she’d been carrying a little pillow.

“You look exhausted hun, have a seat for a little bit,” Elise had called from where she was punching a bowl of dough, flour smeared on her face as she smiled.

“That would make me lazy..,” You mumbled under your breath, despite your whole body screaming at you to stop, “I’ll go clean a little..,”

Elise didn’t argue, you always pushed your own limits even if your whole body screamed at you day in and day out. Grabbing the cloth and spray, you made your way over to the tables and began to wipe them down as the shop door opened.

Usually the smell of cupcakes, baked bread and sweet treats covered up the many unpleasant smells of the people around you, but something stuck out today. It was a musky scent, mixed with pine and the odd edge of something cold, like ice. You could always tell what someone’s sub-gender was based on smell alone, you avoided alphas at all costs because that was what felt right to you.

But this scent was so strong it made your stomach drop, hands suddenly holding onto the table as you took in the smell. It smelt right, so delicious and soothing that it called to something deep in your chest and awakened your every instinct. You wanted to be surrounded by it, pulled into its embrace and just left to soak in who ever the hell this person was

You finally managed to turn around on wobbly legs, your throat dry as you looked at the people who had walked in. Steve and Sam were regulars; hell, the whole Avengers and their superhero companions were. You were close to the tower after all, when they needed to stay in the city, they always dropped by the bakery to stock up on the baked goods. Elise had tried to push you towards Steve at one time, but you’d avoided the super soldier and he was just as awkward about your boss and best friend’s strange match making habits.

But there was a third person with them today, he was bigger than Steve but held an aura that was distinctly alpha about him. The way your hair stood on end made you just know, he was an alpha in every sense of the word.

He had the most stunning blue eyes, dark locks pulled under a cap and a red henley covering most of his body. His beard was short but neat, no doubt hiding a strong jaw line. But the thing that stood out was the black and gold metal arm on his left side, as he kept his arms holded over his chest.

And he was staring straight at you, eyes blown wide and nostrils flaring slightly.

“Hun, you okay?” Elise spoke as she turned around the counter, walking to your side, “You’re a bit flushed,”

Elise’s hand touched your forehead and the coldness made you whimper, the noise coming out strangled before she flinched backwards and frowned. There was a slight scuffle from the other side of the room, only your ears were ringing and everything was becoming fuzzy.

“You’re burning up,” Elise tutted, “I’ll call a cab, you get yourself home,”

–

Bucky found dating hard.

He wasn’t built for this century, something that Steve shared his sympathy with but he had at the very least found an omega for himself. In his day, dating was for marriage and nowadays it seemed to be for a quick fuck to get your rocks off. Bucky was considered a playboy in the 40s, he’d dated a few omegas and maybe helped a few during their heats, but he’d always been motivated to take care of someone, provide for them, and give them anything they wanted.

A lot had changed in all his years as Hydra’s perfect soldier.

The serum amplified everything. Steve had the same issues sometimes, too. Bucky was already considered a strong alpha in his time with high instincts, but it had only gotten worse since they’d pumped him full of that blue serum. His ruts came more often, Hydra had either pumped him full of suppressants or thrown a random woman for him to take the edge off with. He was more aggressive and more protective.

Omegas didn’t need knots anymore, they didn’t pick up on scents or could tell when his own turned sour when they threw themselves at him. Bucky wasn’t a fan of the big lips or fake tits, he wanted something natural.

Someone natural to him.

“She ran away from you?” Sam asked as Bucky sat awkwardly in the backseat of Steve’s car, grumbling to himself, “Damn,”

“I scared her, okay?” Bucky stated, not wanting to think of his latest, horrible date, “That’s all,”

“You’ll find someone who's not scared, okay?” Steve spoke up, “It’ll take a while,”

Maybe if he didn’t die of blue balls first.

Steve pulled up next to a little shop and Bucky looked out the window, confused. They were supposed to be going back to the tower, yet Sam and Steve had raved on about some bakery that they had to stop at or both Thor and Nat would have their heads.

“It doesn’t look special,” Bucky remarked as he climbed out of the car, stretching his legs and groaning.

Some how Sam always got the front seat to the car, despite Bucky being almost twice his size.

“I’m telling you, man, this place is magical or something,” Sam went on as they walked to the front door, “We all come here whenever we’re in the city or do an order to get delivered out to us, the food is amazing,”

Bucky was still learning to appreciate food, he’d spent so long only eating for survival, he forgot how to enjoy it.

The bakery smelt like a bakery, bread and a slight sweetness to the air. Only all those scents seemed to fade away when he stepped inside behind Steve and Sam, his head whipping to a woman who was wiping down the wooden tables.

A distinct smell of plums and sugar filled his senses, mixed with a slight edge of something warm that he couldn’t but his finger on. This scent was so homey and delicious, it made his mouth water and something twist in his chest, a low rumble he hadn’t felt in almost a century awakening to life.

This woman finally turned around and it clicked in Bucky’s head and chest, he knew exactly what you were to him. The feeling had been told to him time and time again by his parents, his sister when she’d met her mate and his old army buddies.

You were his mate.

But an edge hit the scent and it almost made Bucky drop to his knees, the sweetness of an incoming omega heat, of his omega’s heat. Steve seemed to shift too, looking at you before he looked at Bucky as he heard the growl that left the man’s chest.

“Buck?”

Then there was the noise, that little noise that seemed to shoot through his ears and bounce around his brain. It was a cry for help and he needed to respond to it, surging forward only for Steve and Sam to both grab him.

“Bucky! Calm down!” Steve yelled out as they barely managed to wrestle him out the door and tackle him into the concrete footpath of New York City.

The fresh air seemed to jolt him back to reality, pushing both the men off himself as Steve held his hands out, waiting to be attacked.

“You good?” Sam questioned, panting, “Man, you super soldiers need to calm the fuck down sometimes,”

“Buck, you growled,” Steve questioned, “What was that?”

“Her..,” Bucky barely managed to grunt out. “It’s her, Steve,”

The blonde super solider look back at the bakery before looking at his best friend, bewildered. Bucky stood up, smoothing a hand through his hair before he suddenly the punched the concrete wall beside them. The surge of alpha hormones pumping in his blood was putting him on edge.

“Can we not destroy public property?!” Sam yelled.

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brokenmutations · 4 months ago

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I love you in every universe

Logan Howlett • She/Her Pronouns • Mutant!Reader [Heightened Senses] • In every universe, broken or not, you will always love Logan Howlett. Even if he thinks he doesn’t deserve it • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - Nudity / Implied Sex • TW: Scars / Nightmares / Alcohol & Drug Consumption / Mentions of Recovery / Depression

“I love you”

Y/N froze in front of the mirror quickly zipping up her suit and turning to Logan.

“What?”

“I love you. I love you so much it hurts” Logan brought himself close, resting his hands on her hips as she places her hands on his chest before grabbing onto his jacket. “I love you Y/F/N Y/L/N since the first moment I laid eyes on you…”

Y/N didn’t utter a word at first as she couldn’t help but start tearing up. She tugged him down by the jacket bringing her lips to his, sealing the deceleration.

Logan frowns staring at the ceiling of the bedroom he shared with Wade and Al, both happen to be on either side of him. He wished he was in the same bed as her in this moment but Laura wanted time alone with her mom before she went back to taking jobs in the upcoming week and before Laura went back to the mansion.

“Stop thinking too loud” Wade groans rolling onto his back, taking his pillow and smacking Al to stop snoring. “What’s wrong, peanut?”

“I didn’t even move and you woke up”

“Like he said you thought too loud” Al groans, pointing at the door which prompted Logan to leave to have his loud thoughts out of the bedroom.

He half expected Wade to go back to bed, but the tired Deadpool followed shortly behind him with Dogpool at his feet.

“What were the loud thoughts this time?” Wade slumps over the armrest of the loveseat and slowly slipped into the cushions. Mary Puppins instantly jumping onto his back and circling to get comfortable. “Mmmm Puppins get comfy FASTER”

The Wolverine really feeds into the silent and broody type. He simply didn’t want to talk about it but he knows Wade will…keep it to himself.

…

Maybe not.

“I was thinking of my Y/N…” Logan frowns, resting his head in his hand getting lost in his thought once more but those words intrigued Wade a bit.

“Like…nightmare or…?” Wade lifts his head looking at Logan, growing confused to the concern expression on his face. “Nightmare. Listen, angel baby—-we all get the—-“

“Is it cheating if I fell in love with another version of her?”

If the blinks were audible, the amount of times Wade blinked would be loud enough to wake the neighborhood.

“You’re in love with Y/N???” Wade sat up too fast causing Puppins to fall off with a thud as she grumbles while trotting back to the bedroom knowing Al won’t kick her off. “Logan, this is the best thing to happen. You were destined for each other no matter what timeline or universe or whatever the fuck Marvel created—-It’s meant to be!”

Wade continued to go on a rant about destiny, and how Y/N might have the same kinks as his univer—-oh yeah.

Laura stood in the hallway hearing all of Wade’s rant because she stepped out to tell him to shut up, only to turn back around and head back inside to climb back into bed beside Y/N.

“What was it about this time?” Y/N gave Laura a tired but curious look, only to not receive an answer right away which brought a wave of concern. “What is it, hun?”

“Can’t you hear him?” Laura frowns turning her head toward her mom. “With your mutation”

The lie that brewed in an instant, only got thrown away the second Laura questioned.

“Yeah…I heard them” Y/N shifts to lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression as Laura’s was riddled with concern.

“Do you think…or are you…in love with him?”

“I…I don’t know what I feel. We haven’t…kissed or…things you shouldn’t be doing until you’re 30” Had to bring in the mom talk even if Laura rolled her eyes in response. “I’m still…mourning James even if I know he would want me to move on…”

“It’s been years…he would want you to be happy, mom” Laura frowns, bringing herself to snuggle into her mom as Y/N wrapped her arm around her to bring her closer. “I know it’s…another him but he still has his own sense of self”

“I know, I just want to take this slowly…there’s nothing wrong with wanting that” Y/N hums softly, resting her cheek on top of Laura’s head as she continues to snuggle into her mom. The night finally stilling…

________

“I love you”

Logan couldn’t help but have a shocked expression with hints of ‘are you sure?’ littered in the air. Y/N knew he’s thinking such and nodded. His felt his heart pounding in his chest, prompting him to step closer until there was no space between them.

“Say it again”

“I love you, James”

The tough exterior the Wolverine bares…instantly collapsed and tears started to form as he gently cradles her face in his hands pressing his forehead against hers. Y/N’s hands taking hold of his wrists, her eyes fluttering close.

“I love you…flaws and all”

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Logan couldn’t help but stare at Y/N talking with their friends at one of Wade’s infamous parties. He looked down for a moment to take a sip of his Coke while fiddling with a chip in his fingers.

Six Months Sobriety

This party of Wade’s was to celebrate such, given after their time in the void he’s been celebrating a lot of the little things lately. Really any excuse to have a party.

“Congrats”

His eyes instantly shot up locking onto Y/N’s as she gave him a warm smile.

“Uh. Thanks…it’s nothin’”

“It’s everything” Y/N assures him, resting her hand on his bicep making Logan flex at first contact before relaxing. “Though I will say for a party to celebrate such, Wade really had to buy all the alcohol he can huh?” She scoffs playfully, earning a chuckle out of the man.

“He just needs excuses to have parties” Logan laughs softly, sipping his drink relaxing more that Y/N decided to stay beside him. “So uhm. Have you taken any jobs lately or…?”

Y/N tensed slightly at the question, bringing her gaze onto her own drink a second. “No…I’ve been too scared to” she admits through a whisper, hearing the shift beside her and the soft thud of a glass being set down. Before she was engulfed gently in Logan’s arms, prompting her to shift toward him and easing into his embrace.

“I won’t let anything ever happen to you like that again” Logan whispers, resting his chin on top of her head feeling her arms snake around his torso and her body relaxing.

After the party…Laura and Wade were passed out on the couch, Al had retreated to her room for a much needed coke break, and that leaves Logan and Y/N to clean up the aftermath. Y/N held the bin trailing behind Logan as he picked up the bottles putting them in there.

“Did Laura drink anything?”

“No, she took the theme of the party to heart and out of respect for you she didn’t have any alcohol” Y/N kept her voice low to avoid waking up anyone. “She’s only tired because she’s training with the X-Men now”

“Really?”

“Really. Which reminds me, she wants you there when she moves in. It’s a big step for her and she would appreciate you being there”

“I’m there” Logan smiles setting in the last few bottles and taking the bin from her to carry out. Y/N smiles warmly at him, grabbing the full trash bags to take out. Both turned to Mary Puppins scratching at the door to be let out. “Guess she can tag along” he scoffs, earning a laugh from Y/N as she grabs the leash for the pup to hook her up before they left.

The pup had a mind of her own dragging Y/N to her favorite spot to do her business, prompting Logan to take the bags from her watching the pup drag her across the street to pee on the tree near the repaired subway entrance.

After entering the alley to toss their trash and recycling, Logan walked over to Y/N noticing her shiver as she waited for Puppins to finish. He shrugged off his jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders, his touch lingering as she slowly turned to him with a smile.

“Thank you…”

“Of course” Logan brought his hands to adjust the jacket on her person, the lingering causing his heart to pound against his chest as her eyes instantly lock to his. She rests her hands gently on his chest bringing herself close resting her head against his chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her frame, kissing the top of her head.

Which led her to look up and without waiting another second, Logan leaned into her pressing his lips against hers. Her eyes flutter close when their lips connected. The rapid pounding of his heart relaxing as he melted into the kiss feeling her hands move from his chest to bring themselves on the back of his neck to keep him where he was. Continuing to kiss him, humming contently.

Little did they know Wade was in the fire escape watching the two, knowing he did a good by not cleaning. Well. It would’ve happened anyway at some point of the night. But at least there wasn’t…a huge audience.

After that night, every opportunity that arises Logan or Y/N would initiate either a quick kiss or a heavy make out that would approach the next base but both would stop. Neither were ready just yet.

“I can’t believe my daughter is going to boarding school” Wade, in the full suit, put on the hysterics as he tagged along with Logan and Y/N to help Laura move into the mansion. He instantly wrapped Laura in a tight hug which led her to look at Logan and Y/N pleading him to stop through her gaze while her claws extended.

“Wade, let go of her” Logan warns, crossing his arms and watching Laura start to stab the man making Y/N grimace beside him. “I warned him”

“She’s still going to visit just as much as Yukio and Ellie do” Y/N reassures watching him nod while yanking out Laura’s claws, the second they parted she instantly brought Laura into her arms.

“You’ll visit me too right?” Laura murmurs, gripping tightly on the back of Y/N’s shirt feeling her grasp tighten.

“Always. I will always be around my sweet girl” Y/N whispers to Laura feeling tears start to threaten her waterline as she tried her hardest not to cry. “You’re going to be great” she states, pull back to look at her daughter and feel that weight of fear lift knowing she’ll be safe with the X-Men and change/protect so many lives.

After a few more hugs and forehead kisses from Y/N, Laura parted from her mom and approached Logan who instantly hugged her when she opened her arms.

The two stood there for a while in silence, then a hushed whisper escaped Laura that made Logan tighten around her.

“You’ll take care of her, right dad?”

“Yeah…I’ve got her kid”

After getting her settled at the mansion, the three returned back to the apartments. Wade instantly went into his with a groan and crying out for Althea which could mean two things, coke or cuddles. Honestly, could be both. Logan lingered at his door for a moment debating of calling it a night when he looked at Y/N. Seeing she also lingered for a moment.

“Are you—-“

“You wanna take a walk? See where the night takes us?” Y/N gave him a small smile when asking as he didn’t reply with words, only a small nod and a hint of his own smile.

Walking through New York absent minded was a luxury in its own way. Especially when one knows she will be safe doing so. It was oddly nice going through the city and just enjoying the silence while hand in hand.

Y/N initially wanted to stay in the neighborhood, but quickly got distracted by how far they went that they ended up taking the subway. Logan wrapped his arm around her shoulders keeping her close as he felt her arms snake around his middle. It was late, not many people on the train, but they still kept close as if it was crowded.

Eventually they ended up in Central Park. Why? Who knows. The park at night is something else and Logan couldn’t remember the last time he’s been there, especially from his universe. But Y/N remembers her first time back in New York since everything…

Bringing Laura to Central Park for her first time…seeing the ducks…petting all the dogs…and just enjoying the area

Back then, Y/N would stand on the bridge thinking about James and missing him. But now she stands there with Logan being close and enjoying the night. She doesn’t think about what she misses for a moment and thinks about how much—-

“I love you”

Logan instantly locked eyes with her, not saying it back right away but acknowledging the pounding in his chest easing ever so slightly after hearing her say those words. Y/N didn’t walk away when he didn’t say it back but she cried when he admitted—-

“I fell in love with you the moment I met you again” and the man didn’t hesitate to shed a few tears when saying such. Which brought tears of her own to spill.

The two instantly held onto each other after such, letting go of a lot of emotion built on anxiety and fear alone. But slowly became holding onto one another out of love and a sense of reunion. They both love and will forever have a bond with their universe’s other half, but this was new and different…something they’ve waited for and could only get from them.

Logan kept Y/N close, holding her for what felt like hours…but realistically until it got too late into the night. He held her hand all the way back to the subway then back to their apartments and before he even thought of asking, Y/N pulled him close standing on her tippy toes to bring her lips perfectly onto his.

He didn’t hesitate any longer to pick her up, continuing to kiss her as she stumbles blindly to unlock her door not parting from his lips for a moment. The second the lock kicked, Logan pushed the door open with his foot letting them inside and closing the door with the same foot. Slowly making their way into the bedroom and sharing that moment in private. But let me just say, Wade got the dirty details out of Y/N when he convinced her to take edibles with him.

Being the hour that it was, Y/N laid comfortably naked on top of Logan. Both looking at the window and watching the sunlight spill in as she snuggles her face against his chest sighing contently to the sound of his heartbeat.

“I love you, Y/N” Logan whispers, feeling her shift on top of him getting more comfortable. Feeling the warmth grow in his chest as he looks at her watching her gaze lock onto his.

“I love you too, Logan”

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luvsupa · 1 year ago

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PRINCE GOJO LOVES WHO?!

tags: fem!reader x prince! gojo satoru, childhood enemies to almost lovers to enemies (☹️), NEW MALE CHARACTER!, bully!gojo, gojo gets so jealous, love (ish)-hate relationship, gojos so confusing, ANGST, royalty, arranged marriage, forbidden love, lots of tension, smut-ish (intense kissing + grinding), cheating (guys don’t ever cheat) mdni.

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a/n: sorry for the late update 😥 got lazy 🫣 but thank u guys so much for the support! It means a lot! + likes/ reblogs are very appreciative 💆🏽‍♀️

read part 2 here!

you wake up in an unfamiliar room, the soft mattress beneath you swallowing you deeper as you open your eyes. your body aches, you look under the cover to see the formal gown from last night’s dinner.

oh. the dinner.

your heart sinks as you recall the events. ayana had set you up, and gojo... he had brought you to his room and kissed you.

how could gojo treat me like this for years, kiss me, and then continue to torment me? you shift on the king-sized bed, relieved to find you’re alone.

you wince as you get up, the tight corset beneath your gown causing discomfort. you walk to the balcony, the view similar to yours but from many floors above.

opening the double balcony doors, you step closer to the railing and look down. you recognize your parents and gojo's among the guests. there are a few others, can’t seem to recognize their faces. who could they be? did my father invite them?

“how did you sleep?”

you close your eyes in annoyance, he’s the last person you want to see right now.

“i slept fine,” you say, not turning around to look at him. he can sense your irritation. “i shouldn’t overstay my time here, so i will go back to my room.” you turn around to finally face him. his eyes soften as he sees your puffy eyes from last night.

“no, please stay. i-i don’t mind how long,” he says, his voice with desperation, reaching to grab your hand to reassure you.

“i’m not sure ayana would appreciate me staying in the room she shares with her partner,” you say, hinting at her words from last night. gojo seems taken aback by your words and lets go of your hand, his expression faltering.

“so you think she’d appreciate us kissing?” he retorts, a note of bitterness creeping into his voice.

“i- no. but she is someone you will potentially wed. out of respect for the future princess, we must stop.” with that, gojo’s entire aura shifts. his eyes darken with anger at the mention of marriage. without waiting for his response, you exit the balcony and head towards the front door.

“i explained everything to your parents,” he blurts out, desperation seeping into his tone.

“thank you,” you say softly, a mix of gratitude and sorrow in your voice, as you leave his room.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

as you make yourself look more presentable than you did in gojo’s room, you’re too scared to face your family. you don’t know what gojo said to them, but you assume it’s good.

“hi, dear, we have an important meeting you must attend,” you hear your mother's soft voice from your doorway.

“mother, if this is about last night, i will explain—”

“it is not. satoru enlightened us all, it was just a mere childhood feeling,” she reassures as she walks closer to you. “I deeply regret not hearing your side, but the past is behind us. We must discuss more relevant matters. join me in the drawing room when you're ready.”

tears almost fill your eyes as relief washes over you. finally, your family is hearing you out. you nod as she embraces you with a warm hug before exiting the room, giving you more time to prepare yourself.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

as you make your way toward the drawing room, your nerves intensify. your mother hadn’t given you any details about the meeting, and the presence of more guards than usual, dressed in different-colored uniforms, only heightens your anxiety.

standing close to the drawing room doors, the guards open them to reveal a room filled with your parents, gojo’s parents, and a few unfamiliar faces you noticed at the balcony. the mothers and other women sit on the couches, while the men stand on the other side, deep in discussion.

abruptly, your mother and the queen stand up, acknowledging your presence. “perfect! dear, we have someone who would like to meet you!” your mother says, her voice brimming with excitement. your nerves spike as an unfamiliar woman calls over someone to meet you.

too nervous to turn around, you hear footsteps approaching behind you.

“hello, my beautiful,” a voice says, making time feel as if it has stopped. you turn around to see a tall, broad-shouldered man with slicked-back blonde hair and a single curled strand. his hazel eyes gaze down at you, and you are in complete shock, struggling to respond.

“i- hi,” you manage to say, shamelessly checking him out. he chuckles at your response.

“i’m kento nanami. i’ve heard a lot about you,” he says smoothly. you’re starstruck by his beauty, still struggling to find words. your mother stands beside you, her hands on your shoulders, urging you to act proper.

“he is also a prince—soon to be king,” your mother whispers in your ear, but nanami definitely hears.

“i hope you don’t see me merely as a king. i’m here to leave the weight of royalty and simply be myself,” he says, as your mother apologizes for her rudeness. if anything, his humility makes you more attracted to him.

“well, we shall leave you two alone to get to know each other on a deeper level,” the queen says, and everyone quickly exits. your mother gives you one last look before leaving, reminding you to be on your best behaviour. for what, though?

“ugh, finally the parents have left. i was getting bored of hearing about royal duties and nonsense,” nanami says, exhaling a long-held breath as you both settle on the couches. his boldness stuns you. he doesn’t want to be bombarded with royal duties... hot.

“i wouldn’t know much about royal duties the way you do, kento. i bet our fathers chatted you into boredom,” you say, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

“my father? no, that was my mother’s brother. my father passed years ago from an illness.”

great. he hates me.

“oh my—I-I’m so sorry, your majesty. i truly didn’t know,” you quickly say, but he gives you a warm smile, reassuring you that you simply didn’t know.

“i would also hope that you would address me without honorifics. i’d hope for my soon-to-be wife to call me by my first name.”

what?

“sorry what? wife? no offense, but i don’t know you or anything about any marriage!” you say, heart racing, realizing you were kept out of the loop.

“your parents haven’t told you? they’ve been stressing my family for years that you were waiting to meet me,” he says, very confused. you shift your position on the couch, fully facing him.

“i’ve had a few conversations about marriage but nothing about us... i-i mean i’m definitely not ready,” you say, starting to freak out. he notices and holds your hand, his much larger and radiating warmth.

“i may not understand being left out of important conversations—especially regarding your future,” he says, drawing circles on your hand. “if you are not ready to marry, i will use my royal duties and call it off.” his warm smile makes your heart feel whole. maybe he’s the one for you; he’s patient, kind, and handsome.

“kento I—”

“i will not let you marry her!” you hear as the doors burst open.

this cannot be happening.

you and nanami quickly stand up, startled by gojo’s sudden interruption.

“satoru, you cannot be—”

“get your guards and get the hell out of my estate. you are not welcome here—nor are you welcome to marry her!” gojo yells, angrily walking towards you both. nanami looks at you, just as confused as you are by gojo’s crazed state.

“excuse us, kento. i need to have a talk with him,” you say sternly, grabbing gojo’s arm and leading him out of the drawing room.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

after what felt like an eternity dragging gojo to the library, he stubbornly refused to move. finally, you arrive and shut the door behind you, locking it firmly to ensure privacy.

“what the hell is wrong with you? you can’t act like a child and barge in like that!” you say angrily, turning to face him.

“what is wrong with me? how dare you marry someone you don’t even know!” his glare intensifies, his bright blue eyes darkening with rage. “whoever i choose to wed is not your decision—nor shall it be your problem!” you retort, matching his tone.

“it is my problem—especially if you’re making reckless decisions without my presence,” he yells, causing you to scrunch your face in utter confusion. “you’re seriously unbelievable! i can’t believe it,” you say, slowly putting pieces together.

“why are you so against me being married? it shouldn’t matter to—“

“i cannot bear to lose the one person i’m deathly in love with to another man!”

what?

you look at him, wishing he had never said those words. if anything, you wished for him to torment you than confess his love for you.

“that is not fair—it is not fair and you know that,” you say, walking away from him breathing heavily as you go deeper into the library, with him following you.

“i am madly in love with you—since our childhood—“

“satoru, stop. you do not love me. you’ve been making my life a living hell. my stay here—is beyond hell,” you say as you turn and look at him with teary eyes. “the one time i have a chance at life with a loving man and you—you try to ruin it,” you say.

“would he ever love you the depths that i love you?” he questions, and you're taken aback from his words. “love? do you consider ruining my life, my reputation, humiliating me as ‘love’?”

“that was the only way i could block you out of my head—my feelings, my thoughts. i hated the fact your own parents planned to wed you off during our teenage years! i love you so much i pushed you away!” gojo confesses as you watch him pour out his deep feelings.

“so you simply ignored my feelings all those years? all the torment i endured? you only cared about yourself?”

“do you love me?” he says, ignoring what you said. you stammer at your words as he continues to repeat his words, walking closer to you as you slowly walk backwards.

“you were my first love,” you quietly say as you shake your head, your mind all jumbled up. he smiles at your words that he’s been dying to hear. “but you have proved to me over and over that i am not yours. you cannot say you love someone then treat them like shit!” you say as his smile slowly fades.

“i will marry kento and that is the end,” you say. he looks at you angrily.

“is that really what you want? to be with someone who won’t drive you wild like i do? to live a dull life, lacking the connection we have?” he steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“you know, i could show you just how much i love you. how every night, it’s your face i see, your name i whisper. just one touch, one kiss, and you’d remember why you were mine first.”

you feel your breath hitch as he leans in, his lips almost dangerously close to yours. “i bet he would never know how to make you tremble with a single look, how to make you ache with a single touch.”

before you can respond, his lips crash against yours in a desperate and passionate hunger. his hands find your waist, pulling you close as the kiss deepens, his mouth relentless and demanding.

lust once again takes over your body, igniting a fire as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss more. moans escape into each other’s mouths as you both lose yourselves in the moment. his tongue traces the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you part willingly, tasting the sweetness of desire.

as you two are mindlessly kissing, you stumble backward, gojo’s strong arms steadying you both until you collapse onto a nearby couch. your gown drapes around you, the fabric crumpling as you straddle him, your knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. his hands remain on your waist, gripping possessively, refusing to release you from his embrace.

heat radiates between you, his body pressed against yours, a desperate ache building in the pit of your stomach. the intensity of the moment fuels your movements, his hands are guiding you as you’re shamelessly grinding on his bulge. feeling him throb beneath you.

moans and gasps escape into each other’s mouths, the air thick with tension and desire. your bodies move together instinctively, as if trying to merge into one.

you break the kiss, your lips parting from his with a soft, lingering resistance. his darkened eyes plead for more, hunger burning in their depths as he leans in again, his lips brushing against yours in a silent plea. but you resist, causing him to whine and pout at your refusal. what a baby.

“i-i will marry kento,” you say, your voice trembling slightly with the intensity of your emotions. it’s a final decision made in the heat of the moment.

gojo leans his head back with a frustrated groan from hearing another man’s name. he releases his hold on your waist as you rise from his lap, smoothing out your gown to look more presentable. his whine of protest goes unheard as you walk away, the sound of your heels against the wooden floor echoing as you walk away.

the tension hangs heavy in the library as you leave him behind—your heart racing, your mind reeling, and the taste of him lingering on your lips.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

you walk through the grand halls, your footsteps echoing softly as you make your way to the garden, seeking a moment to clear your mind from what happened in the library.

as you step into the garden, you notice two figures standing near a fountain. it’s ayana and nanami. ayana is giggling, her hand rubbing against nanami’s arm as she leans in closer to him. she looks up at him with adoring eyes, her laughter bright and flirtatious.

you stop in your tracks, feeling a jealous at the sight. she always finds a way to ruin something.

nanami notices you walking in and turns to gesture you to join them. ayana looks over to see you and scoffs, wrapping her arm possessively around nanami’s as you approach.

“i see you’ve already met ayana,” you say bitterly, shooting a disdainful glance at her.

“met? oh, kenny! you haven’t told her about us!” ayana fake pouts, her tone dripping with insincerity. you look at them in confusion. “who do you think was his stress reliever, hmm?” she confesses, and a pang of jealousy courses through you.

“i’ve told you many times that whatever happened in the past stays in the past, ayana,” nanami says firmly, removing her arms from around him and creating space between them.

“but of course, that was before i met ruru! we’re now happily in love—expecting to be engaged soon,” ayana chirps cheerfully, her words stoking your anger. little does she know what happened a few minutes ago…

“but poor you, would any man truly desire a future with you?” she taunts, walking closer to you, her hand brushing your cheek. you shove her hand away, infuriated by her audacity.

“i intended to announce our engagement at the gala, but we are also planning our marriage,” nanami declares calmly, causing ayana to whirl around in horror. for once, she is speechless, no vile words escaping her lips.

nothing.

“so instead of belittling my wife and your future queen, i’d advise you to show her the respect she deserves,” nanami says in a low, threatening voice. you’re shocked at his words, feeling his soft touch as he takes your hand to lead you out of the garden. not waiting for one of her snarky response.

turning back, you see tears filling ayana’s eyes as she remains frozen in place. seeing her like this brings a small, satisfied smile to your face. but as nanami guides you back into the castle, you notice gojo rushing out of the library towards ayana, her sobs echoing loudly.

you watch as gojo softly comforts her, his actions mirroring those he once showed you. you start to feel enraged at the sight, but your view is cut off as nanami turns a corner, and they disappear from sight.

why am I feeling this way?

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moonstruckme · 2 years ago

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hi mae!! i was wondering if you’d write poly!marauders x reader with some angst? maybe they’ve had an argument (they say something really hurtful to her) and reader wants to be left alone and they assume that she wants to break up w them? maybe some begging/pleading on their side pls

totally okay if you don’t want to write this<3 have a lovely day ml 🫶🏽

Hi sweetheart! Thanks for requesting and hope you're having a lovely day too :)

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

It had started laughably small. Tensions had to have been high for awhile, you must just not have been able to see it, because you were all so ready to go off. Sirius had remarked that you’d left the living room a mess. You’d shot back that if he’d offered to make dinner, you might’ve had time to tidy. It had devolved into an argument about why you were so busy in the first place, even though he knew you’d been absolutely mobbed at work lately. You’d been getting more and more piled onto your plate, and you weren’t sure whether the higher-ups were testing you to see about giving you a promotion (or, Merlin forbid, firing you) or whether it was just a busy time of the year, but it didn’t matter because you loved your job and you’d do whatever it took to keep it. It didn’t matter to Sirius, either, apparently; what mattered was that you’d been spending more time at work, and when you weren’t there, you took your work home, always bent over your laptop instead of spending time with your boyfriends.

When Remus and James tried to smooth things over, they only ended up getting dragged in too, and soon you were fighting about whether you should tell your bosses you couldn’t handle your workload (you’d rather cut off your left foot) and how they didn’t understand how important this was to you (they claimed they did) and that you were prioritizing work over your relationship and that they were needy for making you choose like that, and on and on with voices rising and tensions heightening until Sirius all but yelled, “I don’t care what happens to you at work, you shouldn’t want that more than you want us!”

You’d gone quiet. Everyone had. Remus and James seemed to know that he’d crossed a line with you, but they didn’t correct him. Their silence was clear enough: they agreed.

Your body couldn’t decide between anger and anguish, and you’d worried that if you kept going, you’d scream at them. So you’d just said, “I can’t do this,” and left.

You’ve been walking around for over an hour now. Aimless circles around your neighborhood and the surrounding streets. Lamplights are flickering on as twilight turns to darkness, the nighttime breeze cooling the teartracks on your cheeks. You keep turning the whole thing over in your head, but you can’t stop fixating on the last thing Sirius said and the other boys’ wordless agreement. Selfishly, it’s the first part that troubles you most: I don’t care what happens to you at work. Your work is endlessly important to you. Before you met the boys, it was nearly the only thing you were living for. You’d put years into school and menial, boring jobs to get the one you have now. You love what you do. Do they not understand that about you? You don’t get how they can claim to care about you, and not care about this thing that is at the core of who you are.

Then there’s the second part. You shouldn’t want that more than you want us. As a statement, it’s true. But the implication is dead wrong. Because you don’t care more for your job than you do them. If you had to lose one or the other, you’d give up your job in a heartbeat. But as far as you know, you’re only at risk of losing one right now, so why can’t your boyfriends just sit tight for a couple weeks while you fight to keep it?

You’re hurting for yourself and for them, because how could they think that you don’t care about them? You feel like your heart is being cleaved in two.

When you arrive back at your apartment, you still don’t know what to do, but you feel calmer. You don’t really expect anyone else to have cooled down—Sirius especially, whose anger ignites quickly and takes time to burn out—and you don’t particularly want to keep arguing, but you will, until you all see each other more clearly. You’re ready to explain yourself better, to soothe and smooth over whatever you can.

But when you open the door, the silence startles you. It’s like someone has sucked the air from your apartment, the atmosphere stale and morose.

James turns from where he’s sitting on the couch, eyes widening. “You’re back.”

Remus appears, sitting up from where he’d been lying next to James, and Sirius emerges from your bedroom. Each of their eyes look as red as yours probably do, and the sight makes your heart feel heavy in your chest.

“Y/N,” Sirius says, and it’s not so much the croakiness of his voice as the fact that he’s not trying to hide it that raises alarms with you, “I’m sorry. I went too far, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”

“It’s okay,” you say without thinking, even though it hadn’t felt okay at the time. You’ll say anything to get him to snap out of whatever this is, the misery in his eyes unfamiliar and terrifying.

“We shouldn’t have asked you to choose between us and your work,” Remus says, his features tight with something that looks like grief. “Do what you need to, just stay here with us, please.”

You hesitate, feeling like there’s something you’ve missed. You hadn’t been gone too long, had you? Had they been worried you’d been hurt or something?

Before you can ask, James reaches out a hand to you over the top of the couch, and you step forward to take it, giving him a reassuring squeeze as his eyes well with tears. “We love you so much,” he says, uncharacteristically quiet, and you feel like someone has plunged a knife into your middle and twisted. “It’d feel so stupid to break up over the living room being messy. Let’s just talk this over, yeah?”

Your hand goes limp in his. “Break up?”

You get only blank looks in reply.

“You’re breaking up with me?”

“Wh—dovey, no,” Remus sputters. “But aren’t…we thought you were breaking up with us. Weren’t you?”

“Of course not!” You press a hand to your chest, just to make sure your heart’s still going in there. “I was upset, but not…I was never going to leave you over it.”

“You said you couldn’t do this anymore,” Sirius says, almost disbelieving.

“I meant the argument, not our relationship.”

“Oh, fuck.” James throws his head back on the couch cushions with a relieved exhale. “So we’re all still together, just in a fight?”

“Just in a fight,” you agree, and you’ve never been happier to admit to conflict. You start towards Sirius, throwing your arms around his neck, and you can feel his shock as he stiffens, then brings his hands to your back. “I’m sorry too,” you say, letting go after a moment and turning so you can see all of your boys. “I didn’t mean to make you all feel like you weren’t important to me. I just wanted you to understand that my job is important to me, too. And I’m getting really scared that if I can’t keep up, I could lose it.”

“Sweetheart.” James beckons, and you go into his arms, settling in. These are the kinds of arguments you like best; the ones where you all listen to each other, working towards a solution as people who love each other instead of opponents. “We don’t want you to lose your job either.”

“I don’t think this busy season will last much longer,” you say earnestly. “And if it does, I promise I’ll talk to someone and try to get a lighter workload. Do you guys think that you could give me a couple more weeks? I’ll try to be around more, but I just want…it’s important to me to be sure I’m going to be able to keep my job.”

Sirius huffs, going to sit in the chair across from you. “Well, it sounds so fucking rational when you put it like that.” He cracks a smile, and you return it hesitantly. “Yeah, I think I can manage a couple weeks. What about you guys?”

Remus hums his assent, and James nods eagerly, clearly ready to be done with the conflict portion of the evening.

“Sorry I scared you,” you say, guilt still a dull ache in your chest. You kiss James’ cheek, and the skin there tastes faintly salty, but a dimple forms as he smiles at you. “I’m not going to break up with you guys, ever, but I swear that if I’m ever thinking about it, I’ll be more explicit.”

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thewitchblue · 6 months ago

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"Dick!"

You squealed, giggling as he tickled you relentlessly. He managed to sneak up on you to tickle you from behind despite your heightened senses. You are akin to demons despite your bubbly and loving personality.

Dick sometimes wonders how you ended up so kind despite your rough upbringing. You actively choose to be better, and he admires you greatly for it.

He kissed your forehead with a grin. He shows you mercy and stops his tickling in favour of peppering kisses along your neck and face. All he wanted was your attention at the moment, which he gained. You've been talking with Raven for too long about your shared experiences with demons and giving tips for each other.

"I love you."

He says before finishing with a kiss on your cheek. He knows he's a needy partner, but you never seem to mind, so he'll take anything he can get.

Your smile softens as your gaze turns to focus on him. You love him dearly. You both have been dating for two years now. Two years of peaceful harmony.

Dick wrapped an arm smoothly around your waist with a fond expression on his face. He loves you dearly.

Raven quickly excuses herself to leave the lovers alone. She has a tiny smile on her face. She loved you and felt like you both could truly bond stronger than she could bond with the rest of the heroes.

You give Dick a long and slow kiss in response to his incessive kisses. You were in no hurry or frenzy, unlike most demons. Most demons fall into lust-driven frenzy when kissing, but you can resist the lust as long as Dick can keep his hands off your erogenous zones. You were very human-like in that way.

"What's up, buttercup?"

He asked, although he already could make a guess. Raven was a close friend of yours who you often go to complain to. However, this time, Raven seemed almost disturbed. Troubled. She kept giving Dick worried looks while you talked. You take his hand in yours with a smile on your face. The smile seemed tense, however. It was as if you were nervous.

"Oh, nothing you need to worry about."

That was odd phrasing. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. You've been talking to Raven more often lately. He nipped your ear and asked with a smile,

"Why was Raven giving me concerned looked then?"

You frown and lean into Dick's embrace. Your mind has been preoccupied. So much so that you feel bad for neglecting your boyfriend.

"I love you. It's mostly pre-mission nerves. We have two separate missions in an hour."

Dick still couldn't help but feel like something was off. He pulled you to his chest with a frown.

"I love you, too. When are you going to visit your relatives next?"

You gave a disgruntled noise. Dick knows you hate your family, but he doesn't know the specifics. You said with great disdain,

"Probably in a week."

He gives you a look of confusion. He knows you hate your family. You avoid them as best you can for as often as you can, so then why are you visiting them more and more frequently?

"What's going on, buttercup?"

His concern made you purse your lips. This could break your relationship, but you know you can't hide something so big from him. With great hesitation, you tell him,

"My parents are trying to marry me off."

Dick stills. He couldn't grasp why they so suddenly needed to marry you off. Sure, you are of legal demon age as well as human age, but it seems like a mess.

He admits that he doesn't know much about the politics of demons. He never really asked, so maybe that's partially his fault, but he never thought he'd have to know.

'Why now?"

He asks in disbelief. Why now is the only question on his mind. You sigh deeply. With immense disappointment, you say,

"I mentioned you in passing, and they want me to end up with a demon to have pureblood demon children. Not "disgraceful mutts" like the child we'd have."

He flinched, and you winced at his reaction. He couldn't stop the strong reaction he felt. Mutts? Children are to be loved and cherished. He understands they are demons, but he didn't think they'd be against mixed children. It's another demon either way.

"I don't understand why that is our problem."

Dick tried to say it as light-hearted as possible, but it came out much darker. He doesn't want to come off as the possessive boyfriend, but he'll marry you this second if it keeps you in his life. You sighed softly.

"I'm sorry. I'm trying to deal with it as quietly as possible. A demon marriage is impossible to get out of. Once I'm married, I'll be forever tied to whoever I'm married to and the same for my husband. It's soul binding."

Dick paused to consider the new knowledge. Impossible? Surely there's an out if you did get married. You grabbed his arm and weakly glared at Dick.

"I know that look, and Dick don't. Don't get your hopes up. Demons deal in contacts, and marriages are especially dangerous."

Dick pulls you into a tight hug regardless. He doesn't want to throw away two years because of your family. He knew what to expect when dating a demon, but he didn't expect you to get married off. Playfully, Dick says,

"I'm just going to have to marry you then, aren't I?"

He sounded like he was teasing, but you could tell he's serious. You stare at him in shock.

"Is this... is this your marriage proposal? We leave in five minutes to go on a death-or-death mission!"

Dick stopped to think about it. It's not ideal time, it's not even the ideal location, but he's never going to lose you.

"Would it be crazy if I said it is?"

He was anxious suddenly, but he was hopeful. The look you gave him reminded him why he fell in love in the first place. You aren't like your kin. You are soft, kind, and loving. You are warm like the sun and gentle like the breeze. You can kick his ass at any point, but you hold him with gentle hands and always a loving expression on your face. You laugh before saying,

"I'll be crazier and say yes."

Dick laughed loudly. He picks you up and spins you around like some Disney prince. It's cheesy, it's sweet, it's so incredibly Dick that you couldn't have expected anything else. This was out of nowhere and messy, but you were perfectly content with that.

"Guys? We leave in a minute. Get your gross love-dovey feelings out before leaving."

Beast Boy looked nervous about the time crunch for once. You laughed and pulled Dick onto the plane with a grin.

"You probably should have waited until the mission was over to propose, silly."

Dick chuckled and kissed your cheeks. He admits,

"Buttercup, my brain was stuck on the whole marrying you off situation. I had no plans past making sure you weren't going to be taken from me."

You can't help but smile. You'd have to do a demonic marriage ritual as well as a human one, but you're happy to do both. Fuck your parents. This is your life, not theirs.

#gn reader #vigilante reader #dick grayson x reader #x reader

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mxtantrights · 4 months ago

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Beggin' on my knees, baby won't you please

paring: Johnny Storm x fem!reader a/n: okayyyy so like I watched the trailer like everyone else and remembered how much of a crush I had on the human torch. and I would say that while writing this I could envision both the new and old castings so you can read it as who you want! I might come back to this with another piece or two. (I write with a black reader in mind but this piece doesn't specify race, only gender)

Johnny Storm has stopped at almost nothing to get you to go on a date with him. He's persistent, he's flirty, and most dangerously he's not too far off from his goal.

You had been Sue's intern since you took her class a couple of years ago at the university. She had seen in you what she knew she had in herself when she was a student. The grit, the knowledge and the courage to ask why.

She took you under her wing fairly quickly. You found her to be more of a friend than a boss. She always listened to your ideas, though she never played favorites. And she valued your input on important things.

Such as the specs for the flight she, Reed, Ben, and Johnny would be on in the coming months.

You don't really have time to be going on dates with anyone, let alone with Johnny, when you were going to be sending him along with the others into space. It kept you up at night sometimes. If your calculations were triple checked. If you had tested every hypothetical.

That is why for the past week you've been avoiding Johnny. If you see him in the caf, you go the other way and get lunch from outside. If you see him hanging around your lab you wait him out. You're quick to leave with the other workers so he won't offer you a ride.

It's been going well.

Up until now.

You manage to take another peek into the lab. The glass window that appears across from your desk. And there he is. He's sitting in your rolling chair, waiting for you. He's playing with some sort of pen. rolling it between his fingers.

If you avoided him now, he would know for sure. And you have to get to work on a quick fix on confirming the materials needed for the rocket's fins.

With about as much confidence as a cactus in a ballon party. You roll your shoulders back and tug down the white coat that shrouds you. Then you walk over to the door.

As if he's got a heightened sense, he looks up at you as you step through the threshold. You duck your head down and walk over to him. On his face is a growing smirk.

He leans back in the chair, leaning a bit, meaning he totally un-stabilized it. You'll have to re-stabilize it once he's gone.

"Where've you been?" he asks.

You huff a bit at that. As you make it over to your desk you see that's he's rearranged some stuff. You make to move past him but he just rolls with you.

"Johnny, I've been around." you answer finally.

"I know, but just not around me. Which is a same." he pouts.

You chortle, "Oh my god. You can't be serious with that one."

"About as serious as you avoiding me, Specs." he says.

You rolls your eyes. There goes that nickname. To this day you still don't understand why he calls you that. You don't wear your glasses all the time. So what gives?

"I'm just trying to get everything right, Johnny. You are going to space in a few months." you explain.

Johnny opens his legs wider and rolls the chair closer to you. At this angle he's looking right up at you. It's warm and fucking dizzying and you have to remind yourself that even though it feels like the two of you are the only ones in the lab, there are other people here. Your coworkers. His coworkers.

Sue's coworkers.

"I know, but I miss seeing my favorite girl." he admits.

And it shouldn't like it does when he says it. Like he's sharing a secret with you in the middle of the night. Like he's telling you something that is treasured and safe. If only you could tell your stomach that.

"I want you to get to and from space safety, Johnny. If I hang out with you I'll worry myself about it." you confess.

Johnny nods his head, "Okay give me a day then."

"A day for what?" you ask.

"A day where that stress is less. A day where you don't itch to be sitting at this desk and working out things in that beautiful mind of yours." he continues.

The truth is there is no day that is less stressful for you. At several points in each day since this project was announced and your name was attached, you've felt the stress of it. While cooking dinner at home. While doing laundry. While trying to get sleep so that you could get to work.

It's always there.

It's going to be there until the crew comes home from space.

You can't let Johnny know that. He has his own things to worry about. You would hate to add to his plate.

"Sunday." you answer simply.

He nods his head again. And with a smile he gets up from his seat in your chair. It's slow and agonizing how he seems to go from looking up at you to being eye level with you. His gaze never leaving yours as he does.

"I'll see you Sunday." he adds.

#marvel x reader #Johnny storm x reader #Johnny storm imagine #Johnny storm #f4 #fantastic four #marvel imagine #marvel

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inuyashaluver · 1 year ago

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I loved Sleepy Girl so much and I somehow just came up with an angsty part two, where Y/N drives back home alone after practice and gets in a car accident and is in a coma and Leah tells her something along the lines ‘I never wanted you to wake up more now, please open those eyes’ or something like that. I WOULD DIE WITH YOUR WRITING, it would be so so perfect

sleepy girl [ part 2 ] - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which your sleepiness that was once leah’s favourite became one of her nightmares

warnings: angsty but happy happy ending, my loves, mentions of: injuries, hospital, unconscious reader, tears, swearing, longgg

a/n: when i wreck all the softness with sadness and then give you more softness because i’m nice, my goodness - first REALLY angsty fic, i hope i did you all justice!! also you are so sweet, thank you so much, baby!

read part one here!!

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no matter the time or place, you were still the same. you were leah’s sleepy girl.

your ability to fall asleep on your girlfriend still as prominent as ever, happening anywhere and everywhere.

—

now that leah had returned, your ‘leah training naps’ were used up to your advantage like no tomorrow. taking every opportunity to fall asleep on your girlfriend.

you were both training with arsenal, training finally finished and proving to be quite a difficult one.

important matches were approaching, so it only made sense that the intensity and demand of training was heightened.

leah had gone into the change rooms first while you were talking to alessia and kyra about a new movie you and leah had watched in cinema.

though, your words got cut short when a yawn escaped your mouth and the two girls chatting with you immediately laugh.

alessia grabs your arm while kyra pushes you from behind, teasing you as they entered the change room.

leah was already showered, dressed in sweats and a hoodie that had her looking so warm and inviting. she was scrolling on her phone waiting for you.

“delivery!” alessia grins, pushing you into the lap of your girlfriend who barely had time to put her phone down to catch you.

leah took one look at your face to realise what the cheeky grins from the younger girls were for. “do i need to sign?” leah teases, her hand holding your thigh as you buried your face into her neck. she feels the vibration of your laugh on her skin and she can’t help but smile.

“already sleepy, my girl?” leah asks fondly, her hand moving to cradle your head to her while the other rested on your thigh, her thumb brushing over the skin gently.

you hum in response, pressing a gentle kiss to where her neck met her shoulder. “you smell nice” you mumble against her skin, “you’re so cute” she coos, kissing your forehead while you quite literally melted into her.

and before you knew it, you dozed off. leah chuckled when she felt your dead weight against her.

her hand moving from the back of your head to rest under your training top, rubbing gentle circles on the skin of your back.

“like clockwork” she teases gently, sending small smiles to people that would smile at the two of you and send glares to the ones being a little too loud.

“bethany, turn around and walk the other fucking way” leah whisper shouts, already knowing what was going to happen just by the shit eating grin on the girl’s face.

“i’m not doing anything, relax” beth laughs, sitting beside leah and giving a couple smirks to the few people left in the room.

“(y/n) fire!” beth yells, getting a harsh slap on the leg from leah that had the girl wincing.

surprisingly, you didn’t wake up.

“well that’s just concerning” lia grins, leah rolls her eyes at both of them. “can you please let my girlfriend sleep peacefully for two seconds?” she pleads, still whispering, she freezes when you nuzzle into her further, letting out a heavy sigh against her skin that gave her goosebumps.

“(y/n), leah’s leaving!” alessia yells, laughing brightly as you stir awake, “good to know where her priorities are, leah’s buzzing” alessia grins, leah didn’t deny it, her cheeks did get a little pink when your confused face moved from her neck.

“you’re leaving?” you mumble sadly, wrapping your arms around her neck. leah immediately coos, you were the cutest person in the world.

“no, baby, i’m not going anywhere” she kisses all over your face, pulling you closer to her while she flips off the three teasing girls who were now dispersing from the change room.

you pull away from her slightly to face her, giving her your signature sleepy smile before placing a sweet kiss on her lips. she hums against you, your lips moving together tenderly as you drew her in closer by her neck.

“you ready to go?” she mumbles between your kisses, you only pulling away to give her a gentle nod, a couple of quick pecks pressed against her mouth making her giggle softly.

you stand up and stretch with a loud groan, “that was a good nap, babe, thanks!” you say cheekily, holding up your hand for a high five.

she chuckles, high-fiving you but interlacing your fingers together, pulling you to her by your interlocked hands and placing a kiss to the top of your knuckles.

“anytime, gorgeous” she smiles at you charmingly, grabbing both of your bags and walking out together.

—

arsenal was having a day full of media, usually one of your favourite days because they always paired you up with your girlfriend.

you both weren’t called up yet, having the time to relax before you both had to film. and of course, you took advantage of the situation, running over to her with an excited smile as she chatted with lia.

“hey, baby, i was looking for you” she smiles as you approached, bending down slightly to place a quick kiss to your lips in greeting.

“how many naps have you had today, (y/n/n)?” lia grins at you, “none yet, i’m due for one” you say cheekily, giving your girlfriend a suggestive smile.

“can i help you with something?” she chuckles, you only smile at her in response, placing your hands on her hips to pull her closer to you.

lia got called for media and she waves you both goodbye, both of you barely registering it with the way you were staring at each other.

“my gorgeous, beautiful, amazing girlfriend-” you start, “we can take a nap, babe” she laughs as you immediately perk up, grabbing her hand and running to a beanbag.

you push her down on it and lay on top of her, immediately cuddling into her as she wrapped her arms around you. and in a short time, you fell asleep. leah smiled fondly when your steady breaths grazed her skin.

you slept for about an hour before you were called up with leah, receiving numerous kisses to your forehead as you woke up slowly. “come on, baby” leah whispers, “no” you whine, refusing to move as leah tried to wake you up.

“please” leah cooed, resting her head on top of yours while her arms encircled your waist. “lee” you groan, holding yourself up to hover over her,

“you’re so pretty” leah smiles up at you, making you go slightly pink in the cheeks as she looked at you adoringly.

she pulls you down for a kiss, somehow managing to drag you off the beanbag, wrapped around her like a koala as she carried you over to a table with challenges on it for a video.

“sorry we’re late” leah grins, the media team laughing when you give them a tired smile and wave.

you both did media for around an hour and a half, about to leave together before you get asked to do an individual interview. you look at leah with a pout and she laughs,

“it’s alright, baby, take my car and i’ll go home with viv and beth” leah assures, pulling you into a little hug. “you sure?” you mumble against her.

“i don’t want you being stuck here so take the car, i’ll go home and start dinner” leah assures, her hand cradling your cheek as you look up at her sadly.

“it’s only a couple of hours” she smiles, looking right into your eyes with blown out pupils. you nod reluctantly, puckering your lips at her.

she closes the gap, placing a few soft kisses to your lips before she ushers you to get back to work.

“i love you” she whispers against your lips, “i love you too” you say back instantly, pressing your lips to hers before she waves at you.

“don’t make smileys for dinner!” you yell out after her, “no promises!” you laugh brightly as she matches your energy, sitting down to answer your interview.

—

you do your media duties, sending leah a message you were about to leave colney. you go to leah’s car and begin the drive home, you were driving in the familiar streets, relatively residential areas you passed everyday.

you were about to turn into a street, just one away from your home where leah was waiting for you.

that’s when a car came out of nowhere, you saw it coming and you couldn’t do anything about it, unable to move. the car pulled out of the junction without even stopping and swiped the front of your car.

you breathing quickened, a scream escaping your throat at how fast the car came at you, you felt your legs trapped, hitting your head harshly on the side of the car from the impact.

the airbag deployed and sent you jolting back in your seat. the seatbelt kept you safe but also grazed the side of your neck painfully.

all you could think about was leah.

from the hit to your temple, you passed out immediately and didn’t know the severity of the crash.

your car had flipped completely on its side, you were knocked out cold. witnesses immediately called for emergency services, the other car damaged as well but he was completely unscathed. (he got a hell of a law suit)

leah was worried by how long it had taken you to come home, especially without notice. she called your phone, it rang 4 times, you always picked up on 1. she paced around the front door waiting to see your dazzling smile walk through that door.

the phone picked up, “baby, where are you? are you okay?” she rushed out, barely giving who she thought was you time to respond.

“sorry, are you this girl’s partner?” a woman’s voice on the other side of the phone. “uh, sorry yes, who is this?” leah felt her heart beating out of her chest, why did this strange woman have your phone.

“i’m a paramedic, i have your girlfriend in the ambulance with me and it’s very serious, do you think you could make your way to the hospital?” leah flatlined right there.

“excuse me? what the fuck happened, what’s wrong with my girlfriend?” leah feels tears welling in her eyes, scrambling to get her shoes on and rushing out of the door.

she was so thankful your car that was barely used was here, getting details of the accident as she rushed to the hospital.

when she reaches the front desk, she’s full on sobbing at this point.

“my girlfriend’s been in an accident, can you help me find her?” she breathes out, the nurse at the front immediately knew who she was talking about.

“you must be leah, ms (y/l/n) is currently in surgery, she’s lost a lot of blood and has a few serious gashes to her head and neck” the nurse explains carefully, the tears rush down leah’s cheeks as she hears the details, internally cursing herself for not waiting for you.

“she’s also broken her wrist, i’m so sorry but you’re going to have to wait until she’s out of the operating theatre to see her” the nurse says sympathetically, directing leah to a chair outside the theatre.

leah’s leg bounced as she waited for you, sobbing as she called your family, her family, jonas. she felt so guilty, her heart completely shattered thinking about how scared you probably were. wishing she was there for you.

this wasn’t supposed to happen. you were supposed to be at home, cuddling, sleeping. not in a fucking hospital getting poked and prodded to keep you alive.

—

you finally get rolled out of the operating theatre and leah rushes up, gasping when she sees you. you have a tube in your mouth, drips attached to your arms and bandages around the head, your arms. you looked so frail. leah began to cry again.

“baby” she breathes out, holding onto the bed when they transfer you into the intensive care unit. “she’s stable” the doctor assures, “she’s going to be okay” he nods, answering her like he can read her mind.

the nurse explains you’re in a coma, and probably will be for a bit but it’s surprisingly not too serious.

they assure leah that the paramedics got to you in time, your injuries sustained were treatable and can be managed easily with time and patience. something leah had an endless amount for you.

leah sits down beside you with a heavy sigh, shakily grabbing your hand and holding it gently, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“my girl” she said tearfully, her forehead pressed into your thigh. she listened to the faint beeping in the room, your heartbeat steady.

—

people came in and out to see you and leah hardly ever left your side, it had been two weeks since the accident, the amount of love and support being sent your way was honestly overwhelming for leah.

she took care of you diligently, only going home when it was necessary and it was never more than an hour.

regularly rushing over from training despite the pleas of jonas and the girls telling her to take time off. but she knew you wouldn’t want that, you’d hate the fact she barely left to take care of herself.

“always been such a sleepy girl” she smiles, brushing stray hairs from your face as she sat beside you. “i miss you so much, baby” she sniffs, a tear escaping her eye as she looked at you. you didn’t require your tube anymore, only requiring an oxygen mask.

you wounds were healing well, you were recovering. slowly but leah didn’t care, wanting you to get the best care possible and she made sure of it.

“at training, beth told me laura taught myle another new trick, when you’re up, maybe we can go and see baby myle, i’m sure she misses her favourite auntie” she smiles, her finger curling and brushing your cheek gently.

“everyone sends you their love, no one more than me though, for my special baby” she chuckles, adjusting your blankets in an attempt to make you as comfortable as possible.

she lets out a heavy sigh with a pained smile, holding your hand again as she just looked at you. she knew she looked awful, having barely any sleep. but how could she, you were in bed all day while she waited for you to wake up. she wouldn’t wish it on her worst enemy.

“i don’t think i’ve ever wanted you to wake up more than right now” she says tearfully, “please just wake up, baby” she chokes out, crying into her arm on the bed while the other gripped your hand.

that’s when she felt your hand twitch slightly, her head snapped up to look at you. you went still again. “(y/n)” she breathes out, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked at you. your finger twitched again in her hold, everything went quiet.

“it’s okay, darling, i’m here, beautiful” she utters, “wake up for me, gorgeous” she pleads, your hand fully grips hers then and she freezes, you begin to stir and she yells for a nurse, she comes rushing in and immediately calls for your doctor, your eyes slowly begin to open and you’re very disoriented.

“hey, sleepy head” leah laughs with tears, in disbelief and relief you finally woke up.

the doctors rush in and check your vitals, showing good signs physically but also being able to identify your name, the year, the last thing you did.

leah cried out in relief, watching as you slowly came to your senses.

when the doctors start explaining what happened to you, everything made sense, you nodded along with them, processing everything with tears running down your cheeks.

when you start to remember everything, you gasp, suddenly screaming for leah, her eyes widen, “baby, breathe, i’m here” she asserts, smoothing down your hair and sitting on the edge of your bed directly next to you, making sure to face you.

“leah, the car” you cry, hyperventilating as you looked at her with wild eyes, “forget about the car-” leah says sternly,

“no, i fucking crashed your car, your expensive car, oh my god” you breathe out, the nurses and doctors stand their awkwardly but this was actually a good sign, showing how well you have recovered.

“baby, don’t worry about it, please, listen to the doctor” she scolds slightly, squeezing your hand but you begin to cry harder. “leah, no, the car-” you sob.

“you’ve somehow got it in your fucking head that i care about the car more than you!” leah exclaims,

“you’re the only thing i care about, so forget about the car” leah reprimands.

“we’ll give you two a minute” the doctor smiles, leah giving them a nod as they all get out of the room.

“i’m so sorry” you cry, leah tutts, pulling you to her chest, her hand cradling your head to her chest.

“there’s nothing to be sorry about, baby girl” leah says softly in your ear.

she pulls back to look you in the eyes, “the stupid car can be replaced, you, my love, cannot” she shakes her head, looking right into your eyes to tell you she was serious.

she kisses your forehead softly, hugging you gently as if you were the most fragile thing in the universe.

—

you stayed in the hospital for another week, doing check ups and tests, groaning every time you had to do one and gaining a very icy glare from leah.

she took a week off when you were discharged, taking care of you like you did with her acl injury. barely any breaks. focusing on the other’s health rather than your own. you truly were perfect for each other.

“lee, i don’t want another cup of tea, I want you!” you plead, pawing at her to sit down with you for just two minutes without her scrambling to do something else.

she was incredibly strict with you, barely letting you do anything for yourself despite your assurance you were fine.

—

leah was flat on the couch as you lay on top of her, sleeping against her gently as she rubbed her hands over your back.

she’s never missed something so much, so simple, although, whenever you were sleeping she couldn’t help but watch you.

she would watch to make sure you were breathing normally, making sure you would wriggle in her embrace when it got tight knowing you were actually alive. you didn’t know about this. but you knew leah cared about you. you felt it everywhere.

the way this girl would just stare at you in astonishment more than usual was heartstopping. leah had a lot of respect for you but even more knowing you’ve been fighting for your life for the past couple of weeks.

she treated you like a fragile flower, afraid to see you break again under her fingertips. you were so incredibly grateful for leah, thanking her profusely with sweet kisses every time she did something for you.

you both confided in each other, telling the other side of the story and gaining that closure you both needed. you were both handling it so healthily, it was beautiful to see.

leah made you laugh, she held you when you cried and assured you everything would be alright. and you felt like it truly was, because you had leah. your leah.

—

about a year later, you made your return to the pitch. leah cried when you ran out on the field, hastily wiping her tears as you passed her, blowing her a kiss as you took your position in an arsenal game.

the roar of the crowd was deafening at a sold out emirates, only getting louder when you scored a goal, getting hoisted up on leah’s waist while she kissed your cheek repeatedly.

you cradle her face in between your hands, pressing a tender kiss to her lips as she let you slip from her waist to the ground. you both shared a knowing look, all the hard work had been worth it for this moment. having each other at your weakest points proving to be everything and more.

when you both made it to the change room, you collapsed onto leah’s lap, falling asleep quickly and having the girl smiling affectionately.

all the girls smile as they walked passed, happy to see the sight of you and leah in your little bubble. everyone was so grateful you were back.

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you know the drill, just pretend it’s you xx ily beffy

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leahwilliamsonn: 387 days, 4 months and 23 days, the strongest person i know is back and better than ever, i love you more than life, welcome home, my sleepy girl❤️🤍

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