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Evan

It had been a day full of new and wonderful experiences, she would definitely admit but, the key word in it all was _’full’_. As they stood on the balcony of her room, the half-demon could only smile and welcome the breeze that reached them from the oceanfront. “Leave it to Leo to manage to snag everyone an ocean view in a popular resort,” she quipped before turning to face Embry, “Granted I do tend to find myself a little more grateful towards Julia for the much more amazing view _I_ get to enjoy.”

Embry

She chuckled as she walked up to the other and looped an arm around the other's so that she could lean down against her girlfriend's shoulder. Embry would never believe it if someone told her back then that she'd be confident about how she looked. Yet, Evan was constantly reminding her so and it just made her heart flutter everytime, especially with how the other looks at her. "Oh stop it." She chuckled, "But you're right, I don't think I'll ever get used to this sort of lifestyle.. I don't even think I was ever going to get to step foot in a penthouse."

Evan

It was practically instinct to lean her head down and place a kiss at the crown of Embry's once it was resting on her shoulder. Granted, since the blonde was slightly taller, that was one of the few occasions Evan had to do such a thing. "I make no promises," she replied, "I mean after all, how am I supposed to _stop_ pointing out the obvious? The least I can do is give my word that I'll try to make each time I mention how beautiful you are different from the last. Make sure you don't grow bored with my compliments now that you have an entire social media following saying the same." There was a cheeky grin on her lips, but a look of absolute fondness and adoration in her eyes.

Evan chuckled and said, "Honestly, it is definitely quite the whirlwind to get used to. To think that if it weren't for the stupid Nexus turning me into Deadpool on Halloween and giving me omniscient knowledge of your phone number, you'd probably have some other sugar baby on your arm tonight."

Embry

She nudged her girlfriend with her head slightly before lifting it up entirely to meet her gaze - though the way Evan was looking back at her will always take her breath away every time. Who would've thought she'd fine someone who'd love her as much as other did? Embry surely didn't think it'd ever happen but ever since she stepped foot back in Fallcrest, she was continually proven wrong - not that she'd ever complain about that. "Well... a lot of those pictures also had help from a team of really, really talented people."

Though the event was rather traumatic at the time, it did bring them closer together and she was thankful for that. "I don't think so." She shook her head, "Because if you weren't there to save me and momma that day, I'd literally be dead." She pointed out. "So if anything, I think it was.. meant to be? Is that too corny?"

Evan

Evan simply hummed in response, a skeptical look on her face as she said, "I don't know...your fanbase seems to chorus your praises just as loud on _my_ insta and those are all just candids of you. Though not to take anything away from the talent of the people Leo tends to hire, but let's face it: a masterpiece is much easier to produce when the canvas itself is already perfect."

Evan turned to meet her gaze and smiled warmly at Embry, nothing but genuine affection in her eyes as she said, "We saved _each other_. If I hadn't met you- like truly gotten to know you and have you allow me to be your friend -I don't think my lifestyle up until that point would've been conducive to long and prosperous life." She added a chuckle to try and sell the last bit as humor, but it was hallow and sounded it. "I don't know if I say it often enough, but _thank you_. After my mom...I'm glad to have a sense of family and real connection again, is all....was _that_ too corny?"

Embry

She had nothing to retort that since it was true that there *were* comments like that on her girlfriend's account. It was..definitely a confidence booster to say the least. Still, Embry simply shook her head when Evan implied that she was already perfect. "Biased."

The way Evan kept looking at her just constantly had her melting, instinctively giving back a smile of her own. Her hand slid up and rested against her girlfriend's neck, her thumb brushing against the skin. "Never too corny." She leaned in and pressed her lips against Evan's, lingering to ensure her own feelings were getting across. "...Thanks for allowing me to be part of your family. I'm really glad to have you in my life. Seriously."

Evan

"Does not mean it's not true," she easily countered. "A vampire will be biased in their dislike for the sun, but that doesn't mean it's a lie when they say the sun is bad. It's essentially microwaving us all just very slowly, unless you don't wear sun protection. Which if there's one thing I can attest to Leo about today with all certainty, it's the fact that _every_ inch of skin you may have even risked exposing on the beach today, was very generously covered in sunscreen by my very hands," she said cheekily.

Evan's own hands instinctively went to wrap around the girl's waist, accepting the show of affection and returning it in kind with an ease she'd never felt before. When one held a succubus nature, kisses were rarely meant to show genuine love. She grinned as they pulled apart. "So does that mean that you're _not_ glad to have me in your life when I'm not being _serious_. Because let's be honest, that would be like ninety-nine percent of the time..."

Embry

Who would have thought that her girlfriend would go on a tangent about the sun and how it affects skin? It was still cute to see Evan go on about it before settling on *the* point. "Mmm. Thank you *again* for saving my skin - quite literally I guess." She laughed.

"Oh my god." She rolled her eye, feigning exasperation. "You know what I mean." She chuckled before wrapping her arms completely around the other, hugging the other. It felt like they were rarely alone that moments like this felt special. "I'm glad to have you in my life in every way, serious or not. Wouldn't have it any other way."

Evan

"Oh I think the reflexive response I was getting from your _body language_ is more than thanks enough, Supergirl," Evan teased. She was hardly a novice when it came to women, but there was something truly unique about just _knowing_ that the responses being illicited from Embry at any given point were _not_ a simple byproduct of her own powers.

She laughed at the dramatics, and pulled the younger woman in closer as she said, "Yes, I'm aware you're being _serious_." Evan went in for another kiss, knowing that the exasperation was fake, but wanting to ensure that no trace of upset or doubt was left. Resting her forehead on Embry's gently as she broke the kiss she said, "You don't have to reassure me of what you already _show_ me every day."

Embry

"As if you weren't also purposely rubbing that sunscreen on me at a devastatingly slow pace." Embry pointed out before going with the flow and allowing her girlfriend to pull her even closer.

It felt like it's been ages since she had a moment alone with Evan that she pouted when the kiss broke. "Yeah, but I like to vocally remind you every now and then - you know, in case you didn't get the memo." She joked before deciding to steal another kiss. "Hmm. I think I'm getting addicted to this."

Evan

"I would never dream of denying to having been very meticulous in my application," Evan replied with ease, "Keeping you safe is my number one priority, and the only thing that should mar that lovely porcelain skin of yours should be markings you _desire_ to have..."

The small smirk on her lips at the sight of the pout only became a full-on grin at the blonde's words. Adding a teasing raised brow she said, "Oh? So you're just a very _vocal girl_ now, is that it?" She was sure the younger woman had intended to say 'verbal' but the slip was there, and Evan wasn't letting it go that easy. Stealing a kiss of her own she added, "Oh I see, you're _vocalizing_ you're approval of such displays of affection. Keep at it and I may end up testing just how _vocal_ you really are."

Embry

She could already feel the mischief brewing from Evan's grin alone - and of course, her little slip up was caught.... But whatever, Embry was just going to roll with it, "Mm. If you think about it... if you do want to try and find out, this *would* be your best time." She pointed out, considering that there were very high chances that both her bodyguard and parents were occupied in their respective ways.

Evan

Evan's immediate response was purely instinctive and she was certain her eyes were no longer their normal color as nature took completely over as she locked her gaze with Embry's and practically growled out a whispered warning. "You know, it's not really wise to tempt a _starving_ succubus..."

Embry

Seeing the eyes, she could sense her own eyes glowing in response to her girlfriend's own instinct. "So I've been warned - various times by many people." Using the back of her hand, she brushed against the shorter woman's cheek before asking in a more serious tone, "But on a scale of 1 to 10, how hungry are you actually right now?"

Evan

Seeing her desire mirrored back in such a way was something absolutely new to Evan, and it gave her a moment of pause as she felt the familiar sensation of the pull from deep within exacerbated and practically wanting to tear it's way out of her to just have a taste. It was taking a hell of a lot more self-restraint for her to not act on her instincts and her focus was split enough, to where she barely caught herself before she actually used her succubus touch as soon as she felt Embry's knuckles graze her skin.

The realization was enough to jar her a bit back, a question on her lips that she opted to answer for herself as she held the younger woman tighter and shimmered them inside. "You're not wearing you're necklace." It was meant to be a question, but it fell out as a statement in a tone of voice much lower in register than she'd ever used around the wolf before.

Embry

She let a little "Whoa" when she suddenly felt that familiar sensation of being shimmered to a different place. While she faired a lot better now having experienced it so many times, it did still take her by surprise when it was done without warning.

However, her attention snapped back to the situation at hand. Evan's gaze was making it impossible to look away, but the hand that was on her girlfriend's cheek automatically reached for where her necklace was supposed to be. "I-" The surprise managed to make her look down as if the necklace would miraculously appear if she did. "I-I must have forgotten to put it back on earlier." Her eyes, though a bit dimmer than a moment ago, looked back up at Evan, "Are you okay, Evan?"

Evan

Her eyes followed the hand as it made its way to Embry's chest, and with all her focus on just keeping the hunger at bay, there was none left to even remotely try to hide that very hunger showing in her gaze as she took in the sight. For all the the compliments she paid Embry over their entire time of knowing each other, be it prose or just double-entendre, there was nothing that would compare to the raw, unbridled desire she was taking in the blonde's form in this very moment.

The question barely registered as Evan had already begun to move in closer, and the shorter woman was practically nuzzling against the blonde when she managed to shake her head a bit. She felt like she was practically vibrating from the effort of not giving in, but she refused to risk Embry. "I don't want to hurt you," was all she could whisper.

Embry

She knew that Evan would never hurt her intentionally and so she'd never blame the other girl *if* something were to happen - besides this was her own fault for forgetting to put her necklace back on, the one that was supposed to help prevent this situation from happening in the first place.

Her girlfriend came up so close to her that her breath hitched a little. "I know." She smiled softly at those words, "I'll go grab the necklace right away, but.. you'll need to ... relax your grip on me for just a bit so I can go get it.." Embry spoke softly and hoped that the other knew she wasn't scared - that they were going to be fine. The wolf was also being careful not to touch the other to avoid instigating anything. She could already tell that Evan was doing her damn best to keep her powers under control right now and she was not going to waste that effort by doing something stupid. "Can you do that for me?"

Evan

The truth of the matter was that Evan wasn't entirely sure that she _could_ do as requested, but the fact that Embry had felt the need to even ask the question was enough to have her manage to relinquish her hold on the younger woman in the only way she felt she could without again being tempted to use her special touch: shimmering a few feet away.

The distance itself served to begin the 'sobering up' process, and by the time that Emmy came back she enough self-control and awareness to feel ashamed of how she'd acted. The fact that though the hunger remained, the pull and feeling of her need to act on it dropped down to practically zero, also let her know that the necklace was back on proper. "I'm sorry," were the first words out of her mouth as soon as her eyes met Embry's once more. "I- The necklace not being there shouldn't be an excuse. _I_ should have much more self-control than that- I _have_ had more control than that. The necklace was never a factor before you had it, and it shouldn't have been just now either."

Embry

Embry walked right up to Evan when she returned with the necklace, already resting her arms on her girlfriend's shoulder as she listened to the apology. She pulled the other in for a tight hug, burying her face into the crook of her neck. "You don't have to apologize." She murmured against the shorter woman's ear and fell into silence to mull over her thoughts.

To be so hungry to the point that she was barely in control? It was clear that something was off. "Did.. something happen?" She pulled back enough to be able to look into her girlfriend's eyes. "Have you.. not been feeding?"

Evan

It was a relief, the likes of which she'd never really known before, to be able to feel the direct contact with Embry and not immediately feel like she had to tamp down on some overwhelming urge. Even as Emmy reassured her that there was no apology needed, Evan kept her own arms at her side. The redhead was hesitant to reciprocate the embrace, afraid that if she did so -as illogical as it was to think so- that this time she'd be overpowered by her own nature and be unable to let go.

"I have," she replied, perhaps a little to fast. "I mean, I've been siphoning bits here and there. Mostly from couples who are _really_ into PDA...But Sky, Tomi, and Erin are also always a good go too because those three are always horny-on-main even when they're just like, existing...?" Realizing she'd begun to ramble she stopped and just said, "Anyway, I've been gettin in my minimum caloric requirement of desire." It wasn't technically a lie, but she didn't exactly want to get into details.

Embry

Embry ran her hands down Evan's arms to take her hands. "O...kay..." She was doing the math in her head. "But.. Siphoning from PDA doesn't sound like.. it'd be enough - even if you say that's *minimum* requirement." She frowned, more so out of concern than anything else.

"Evan.. Talk to me.." She ducked so that she could meet the woman's eyes. "How.. long have you been just using PDA.. and the throuple only?" Embry gently tugged on the hands and guided them to the couch so they could sit down and talk. Evan seemingly had her powers under control whenever they were together, even if she wore her necklace usually so to see her in that state was a bit surprising to say the least.

Evan

Because of course Embry wouldn't just take things at face value. Especially when it came to the people she cared about, and as truly _humbled and honored_ as Evan felt to be included on that list, at this very moment it felt like a bit of a backfire. As hesitant as she was to engage in direct contact with her girlfriend right now, she managed not to pull away when she felt the girl making her way down to her hands. She just _knew_ in her heart of hearts that even given the context of their situation, such an action would do nothing but hurt Embry's feelings and wanting to _not_ do that was far more powerful than her own fear right now.

Once they were on the couch, Evan took a deep breath and let out a defeated sigh. "Okay, so at the risk of sounding like exactly the type of person one pictures when you hear the title 'Kepper of the Tomes', I think it's time I gave a more proper explanation as to what a succubus demon is and how we work," she began, hands never leaving Emmy's. "Succubi demons are normally _made_ from women who already weren't exactly living the most 'moral' of lives and who obviously would have zero qualms with using their new powers as needed. I was an oops baby. I'm a succubus because my sperm-donor was an incubus scion demon. So I have the power set, but I also retained my morality thanks to my mom.

"The way it works is that a though succubi are granted a lot of powers similar to other demons, like shimmering, sensing, enhanced traits, etc. for a succubi those powers are fueled by sexual desire. A succubus tends to feed on other people's desire and if done regularly, the stores will be enough to where the powers aren't affected. If a succubus fails to feed properly, and continues to use their powers, the hunger can become dangerous. It is _very_ possible to kill someone just by draining of their life force via the desire . The most vulnerable are humans, with supers being a bit more resilient."

Evan

She took a brief pause, allowing a moment to let that all sink in and somewhat process in the blonde’s head. Knowing her girlfriend as well as she did, Evan knew that the younger woman was already taking the information and trying to use it to make sense of the puzzle the half-demon now felt she’d become to her…

“I started having to feed when I was thirteen, and being young, it meant that it was never much that was needed, _but_ it also meant that I wasn’t exactly just finding desire easily around me. My mom reached out to Quinn at the Bridgeport and she would allow me to chill at the bar out of sight and siphon from her patrons. Eventually, I got older, and I began to frequent places like the Canopy and the Canopy two… plenty to siphon from and…” she sighed knowing the next part would likely be hard to hear, “…well, using their _other_ services when siphoning wasn’t enough.

“In the vein of full disclosure, after fighting my father, I was so depleted that if Leo hadn’t stepped in and sent me off with funds to Jersey City so I could have access to plenty of different partners, I would’ve either killed someone trying to heal or just died from my own wounds.” Evan pointed at hat her scar, a reminder that some wounds really could never go away fully. “So, I’ve been relying on the milder forms of feeding pretty much since then. Only occasionally visiting the brothel, but I stopped that entirely once I realized how strong my feelings for you were,” she admitted. “I need only stay alive, and if it meant living like a mundane in exchange for having you -respecting you- then so be it. But I think I’ve used my powers a bit too much in recent times what with the last attack on the town and haven’t exactly replenished so…my hunger is pretty dangerous.”

Embry

Embry listened to everything Evan was saying, from her explanation of a succubi demon in general... to what they need... to what *Evan's* been doing due to her demon nature. To think that the other was already dealing with this when she was only thirteen? Embry felt a small relief that she at least had her mom and Quinn to help her through this.

She doubt there will ever be a time when her heart didn't hurt thinking about how Evan got her scar, and how it was a constant reminder of the fight. However, it didn't compare to the full realization that Evan had been.. *holding back* - for lack of a better word - her feeding because of her.

God, just what did she ever do in her past life to meet such an incredible girlfriend? Embry didn't know that the other had completely stopped going to the brothel - what Evan said about only feeding off PDA for the most part now made a lot more sense. "Evan..." Her hands gave a gentle squeeze. "You are.. so thoughtful and amazing in so many ways that I still can't believe you're my girlfriend sometimes." Her smile appeared as quickly as it dropped, "But I don't want you starving and be deprived because of me...Why didn't you tell me?" She looked down, feeling guilty that the other was only getting the minimum requirement. "Not to mention that with this town, it ...it doesn't sound safe to be low on powers either."

Evan

"I 'm sure you're also unable to believe _I'm_ your girlfriend anytime I say something sarcastic or obnoxious, but I'd like to think my banging bod makes up for it." It was said with a straight face, but she was certain Embry would know this was just Evan trying to lighten the mood.

Not that it had much of a chance to work as Emmy continued. "_This_, actually." Evan freed one hand and waved it around to indicate Embry and her current state. "I was hoping to avoid all of this. I knew that if I said anything there was the risk of you either feeling guilty or _worse_, feeling pressured into agreeing to anything you weren't actually comfortable with in order to help. Be it to allow me to go off to the brothel or..." The succubus trailed off, feeling the unspoken was understood based on what her issue _was_.

Embry

At the reasoning Embry looked up at her girlfriend again. "And I appreciate that you factored me and my opinions and feelings in your decisions - I really do, but.." Her voice trailed to a whisper, "It's one thing to not be able to use your powers, but it's another when your livelihood depends on it." Embry may not like the idea but at least the brothel was providing Evan what she needed.

"Even if I were to consent anything, you still require several people to avoid any *accidents* from happening... I'm not.. I'm just one person." It sucked to think that she alone wouldn't be *enough* especially if the half-demon's powers was at a dangerously low level, like at the current moment, but this wasn't about her.

Evan

And _there_ was the last thing that Evan wanted to have happen. She had finally met someone that made it to where _their_ feelings and emotions actually mattered to her -above and beyond her base needs- and she'd managed to do the one thing she always did with the others: her stupid 'needs' had made Emmy feel like she wasn't enough.

"Hey, listen to me," she said, guding Emmy's face gently so they were eye-to-eye. "You are _more_ than enough for me. _I_ was the one who put myself in the stupid position of having my hunger overpower due to the use of my powers, but if I've been able to siphon from our friends safely yet felt that being just near you was a risk, _it is because_ of how much I want _you_. I am _more_ than willing to never use my powers again, if it means I get to prove just how much more than enough you are for me _every. single. day._"

Embry

Embry felt almost ashamed that her little slip got caught. Her confidence had definitely been a lot stronger ever since she met Leo and gained the circle she currently had around her but sometimes... just sometimes, that little seed of doubt would always be sitting there at the back. And currently, it was seeping through.

However, her heart fluttered when Evan held her so gently before meeting her gaze. Her heart once again aching at the fact that it was Evan putting her first instead of herself. Hearing aloud that she was *enough* just.. brought tears to her eyes. Embry met the kiss with just as much force; her hand gripping onto the other as if Evan might disappear if she let go.

Evan

Evan made no move to break their kiss until she was satisfied that her point had been made. Even then, she didn't place much distance between them, helped by the fact she'd brought Embry onto her lap in the process of the kiss. "No one, and I mean _no. one._ has ever made me _feel_ the way you do. You have become a vital piece of me, and I want nothing more than to protect you at any cost because honestly, I don't know what I'd ever do without you. I've never had someone in my life that I was afraid of losing before, and honestly it is fucking terrifying. But I would rather face that fear -and whatever else- every day as long as it meant I got to have you. Embry Arryn Avraham-Newton, I _need_ you to understand that for me, you are not just enough; you are _everything_."

Embry

"You really think that?" She asked softly even though she knew that Evan meant every word. Her own blue hues searched for any hint of a lie in her partner's eyes and obviously she found nothing but love and admiration. "I.. I feel the exact same way about you, Evan.. God, i don't know what I'd do without you." She chuckled, "And, just so you know, I have no plans of going anywhere so.. that's one less thing to worry about."

Evan

Evan let out a light chuckle. "I got so caught up in trying to navigate everything within the parameters of what I _assumed_ were the rules for a genuine relationship, that I completely forgot the main key: _communication_. I should have said more and asked more, and _listened_."

A more genuine chuckle followed, a teasing grin coming after. "In my defense, if you looked at me like you did a few minutes ago more often, I might not have considered that you wanted to keep things so _chaste_. I mean, I don't need my powers to read desire in a look when I see it..."

Embry

"Well, we can work on that a little more moving forward.. starting now." She smiled before leaning in close enough to brush her lips against the other and spoke in a very low voice, "Um.. Do you not know you're hot af?" Her eyes flashed for a second, "It's just that.. we barely have time to be alone when we're home - We currently have the luxury because Andy and Thyra *and* the dogs are keeping Levi company."

Evan

"There is a _massive_ difference between being aware one is attractive, and _knowing_ that the one person you personally find to be the hottest fucking person _ever_, just so happens to think you're attractive too," Evan replied with ease, before nodding to Emmy pointing out the obvious. "Yeah, we are definitely going to have to work on that, because supernatural hunger aside, I don't foresee myself being able to keep my hands to myself for long anymore."

Embry

She hummed with amusement, "Hottest fucking person ever? I don't think I've ever heard you compliment me like *that* before." Her eyes flickered down to the lips naturally while the other continued speaking. "Oh? Is that so?" She leaned in and gave a slow kiss, lingering as long as she can before breaking it off to speak again, "I mean, your hands are currently *on* me though?"

Evan

"I try my best not to curse around minors," Evan quipped back without missing a beat. It was bordering on flat-out exhilarating to have someone looking at her in such a manner, and _knowing_ with one-hundred percent certainty that her powers had absolutely _nothing_ to do with it. The kiss was solely because Embry _wanted_ to kiss her. "Well," she began as said hands started to roam, "Something tells me if I try to remove them now, we'll just _both_ be upset..." Evan's words trailed off as she gave the blonde a slow kiss of her own, her hands working their way to the warm skin of her lower back.

Embry

Her body arched towards her girlfriend while her hands slipped up against Evan's jawline and settling in her hair, holding the other as gentle as she could and letting the kiss (and tongue) do all the talking. Thankfully her eyes were closed because she could already hear Evan teasing her even further if she knew how much they were glowing right now.

Evan

Considering her lack of control over her powers had been the _only_ thing that had kept Evan from acting on her desire before, there was very little that she needed in the way of encouragement in order for her to put her money where her mouth was. Or, rather, put her mouth where she wanted it to _be_...

...but she also wasn't one to rush. _Especially_ given that this was already proving to be much more than just sex for the sake of the act. If there was one good thing to take away from her powers, it was how they allowed her to learn that when it came to sex, there was honestly nothing more satisfying than the pleasure she could _give_ the other person. To put that in the context of genuine _intimacy_? She took Embry's lower lip between her teeth and gave it a teasing tug before soothing the bite with her own tongue and taking advantage to allow it to do some 'talking' of its own.

Embry

There was something so special about being so open, so vulnerable, and so intimate with someone she was falling harder for every single day. For someone who had never thought she'd ever get the chance to nor deserved to after being hurt so many times before, the overwhelming feeling of this was enough to make her heart feel like bursting.

The way Evan was being so patient and slow with her was admiring but the little tease she pulled did get a low growl in response. She gently pushed Evan so that they'd lean against the back of the couch with a hand resting on the couch for support. It was almost impressive with how much strength she was holding back in her grip.

Evan

This was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. It was true that she'd been in actual relationships before, and if the heartbreak she felt over her last ex was anything to go by, the feelings had been genuine. But never had she actually _felt_ that having feelings for another person made such simple things better. Until now, that is.

A growl in response to something she did was nothing new, but coming from Embry? It was as if her powers weren't even affected at all with the way she felt it reverberate in her entire body. The whole thing left her head swimming for a moment, and it only caught up to the present when she was already practically pinned to the couch. It was enough for a growl of her own as she used her position of being beneath the blonde to swiftly lift her and make it to where they laying on the couch instead.

Breaking their kiss only momentarily, she made sure to catch Emmy's gaze, and said "No matter what I do or say going forward, I want you to know -with absolute certainty- that _you_ are in control. You say the word, and I stop." Once satisfied that she'd been heard, Evan wasted little time in getting them back on track as she went in for another kiss, while pulling Embry's leg up to hook around her waist so that the space between them became nonexistent.

Embry

This had been the first time she was so intimate with someone after awakening her wolf and needless to say, her emotions and desire were all amplified to a level she didn't quite comprehend. Her eyes shown brightly when Evan took a moment from their make out session to reassure her. God, bless her heart. How did Embry get so lucky?

Barely able to give a nod, her arm wrapped around the other tightly as she found herself repositioned so she'd be lying down on her back. Her other hand went down her girlfriend's arm, and onto her side, slipping beneath the fabric and and eventually finding solace on the woman's back. However it didn't stay still for very long since it started to roam all over before she felt herself at the limit and tugged the shirt upwards to signal the other.

Evan

This wasn't the first time Evan had been in such a positin with a werewolf. Which wan't a flex just a fact. With the reason behind which she needed to have sex, supernatural partners were just the better fare. So the growls, the increase in body temperature, the eyes that could light up the entire room on their own, even the nails raking her across skin growing just a little sharper every so often, were nothing she hadn't dealt with before.

But getting it all now, specifically from Embry, and all they'd done so far was make out? Evan was on another level of desire she herself had no words for. The silent request as her shirt was tugged up was met with no resistance at all, immediately using the moment to even their state.

Embry

Her eyes managed to run down her girlfriend's body before she was prompted to take her own shirt off. She was definitely not lying earlier - Evan was *hot*. If it weren't for the other resuming their kissing, Embry would no doubt just be ~~staring ~~ admiring. And the fact that someone like that, who was beautiful inside and out, wanted *her*? That was unfanthomable.

It was clear that she was having difficulties decideing between wanting to wrap her arms around again to keep the two of them close, and wanting to touch all over.

Evan

Was doing her damndest to take in, savory, and burn each and every moment into her memory. But the way things were beginning to escalate, it was looking it would be left to be subconscious task -that she even remotely doubted she'd ever be able to forget single fragment of this...

Feeling the way Embry was suddenly approaching touching her, with more hesitation as if unsure of where her hands were meant to go, Evan gently reached out to take one of those soft hands with sharp claws and placed it somewhere she knew they'd both appreciate. Feeling a little more confidence in her girlfriend's hold of her chest, Evan dove back in to placing searing kisses to every exposed piece of skin she could. As she trailed her way across the woman's décolletage, it was as if she could spot each and every little freckle there, and wanted each to become a love bite instead. A reminder of where Evan had been, reveling in her skin.

Embry

A chuckle emitted from her throat as she gave the breast a squeeze - yes, she definitely appreciated. Also feeling more confident than just a second ago, her finger teased the nub with a few light brushes, a few flicks.. being a bit distracted with all the kisses. Using her other hand, she hooked it under Evan's chin to bring her lips back to hers, almost sitting up enough to meet her halfway.

Using the momentum, Embry took the opportunity to switch their positions at the other end of the couch. At the sight of Evan laying there under her had the wolf stopping for a moment to admire - like her girlfriend's beauty just stunned her to the spot.

Evan

For the briefest of moments it was like Evan forgot how to breathe. The sight of the normally shy and reserved Embry glaring down at her with nothing but unbridled desire, no hint of shame or timidness to be found, was absolutely breathtaking in the most literal of senses it seemed. When she did finally remember to inhale, it certainly didn't help that the breath brought along with it the very notable scent that was purely Embry.

Spurred on by the clear desire now making it's way to all of the proper areas, Evan sat up and latched an arm around Embry's middle before shimmering them over to the bed and gently setting the younger woman down on the mattress. She meant what she'd said about stopping at any indication that the wolf did not wish to proceed, but in the meantime, she would take the signs she was being given and began to remove the girls jeans.

Embry

As strongly as she felt about the other, there was something more intense about her desire. Was it due to the wolf that naturally enhanced her senses as well as emotions? Although Evan was half-demon, Embry had been careful not to add too much strength in her touches. However, the desire could not compare to when she had her girlfriend lying under her like *that*.

She didn't know just how much strength she was using in her arms to hold herself up and not daring to move her hands an inch until Evan shimmered them out of the living room. Her eyes never leaving Evan once even as her pants was being tugged off. The moment she was freed, she reached out and pulled her girlfriend towards the bed. Using the advantage of the momentum, she slipped her arm around the woman's waist and flipped them over. With a searing kiss to the lips, Embry started to shift down - her turn to leave a trail down the collarbone, the middle of the chest.. and then very slowing down her girlfriend's stomach before reach the edge of the pants. To even out the playing field, Embry quickly removed those pants.

Evan

It was easy to tell that Embry was holding back, if only because she already knew what a wolf's nature would be like in this situation and the girl's eyes were betraying the fact she very much was in touch with said nature right now. She let Embry take the lead as soon as they were on the bed, hoping to help ease some of the tension that came from having to actively use self-restraint when all one wanted to do was let loose. If anyone knew what that was like, it was her.

As soon as her own jeans were a forgotten heap on the floor, she gently goaded Embry's face back up so they were eye-to-eye and delivered a burning kiss of her own. There was a sense of satisfaction when she pulled a way slightly and was met with the sight of a pair of lips plump from the slight bruising and and angry shade of red. "Let go, baby. I can handle it."

Embry

With the encouragement, Embry gained a little bit more confidence. Her eyes softened at the fact Evan was so patient with her.. to make sure that she felt safe enough for anything. The wolf gave another kiss for good measure as a hand slipped behind the demon to lift her up just enough for her to unclasp the bra and flung it somewhere behind her over her head.

Her hands symetrically brushed across the collarbones, then down until she's got a hold of both breasts. Her girlfriend looked absolutely etheral that she swore she forgot how to breathe from the sight again. Lowering herself, Embry ran her tongue over a nipple, teasing the other with a few tugs before completely engulfing it in her mouth.

Evan

Evan could only chuckle into the kiss as the garment was flung. "You're getting that down later," she teased noting briefly that her bra now hung from the the ceiling fan. Of course there wasn't a lot of time afforded to the dilemma of her lingerie as felt gloriously warm hands began to make their way down her torso. The attention being paid to her chest was expected, if she ws honest. Embry had never exactly been subtle about her appreciation for her assets.

There was a hiss of pleasure that escaped her own lips as Embry's made their way around her currently rather sensitive nipple. Just the thought of the warmth, moist, hold the blonde had on her breast was enough to almost practically forget the girl's hand was busy with the other. Evan ran a rand through tousled blonde locks, giving a gentle tug to match each time she felt teeth graze at her nipple, but making no move to remove the young wolf. This was going to be Embry's first time in a way, and Evan wanted nothing more than for her to thoroughly enjoy it. No restraints. No regrets.

Embry

Whatever dilemna was happening with the bra she just tossed somewhere was not distracting her from this. Since it'd be *rude* to leave the other alone, Embry switched over and gave it as much love as she did the other.

With her eyes gauging on the woman's reactions, the wolf moved lower though her hands were both still keep the demon's chest warm - squeezing them as she left a trail of kisses down until she met that last remaining piece of fabric. She quickly repositioned herself, looping her arms under the older woman's legs. Her tongue slowly dragged against the wetness that seaped through and she couldn't help but smirk. Nothing more arousing than knowing that your girlfriend is turned on by you.

Evan

As soon as Embry began to inch her way down, Evan became acutely aware of just _how_ much her body was primed and ready to let the blonde do as she wished. The way she was feeling right now and with how keyed up just the sight of Embry had her, Evan doubted there would be _any_ wrong move on the other woman's part short of deciding to not make a move at all.

And boy did the wolf _not_ disappoint. The second there was any slight pressure to her sex, another hiss was ripped from her lips, bottom one soon caught between her teeth. Just the sight if Embry's golden locks in between her thighs had made her desire shoot through the roof. The actual lapping was enough to her buck her hips

Embry

Just watching her girlfriend react to her actions was a sight she'd never forget. With a hand coming in from up high, she shifted the fabric that was in the way. Embry teased the other by giving gentle kisses against the wet folds before fully plunging her tongue in.

Moving her tongue at a steady pace, she slowly slipped a finger into her entrance with ease. The wolf was very much buried into the older woman as she worked her tongue and finger in rhythm, with her main priority was to make Evan feel good.

Evan

It was very rare for Evan to miss having access to her powers when near Embry -and their earlier debacle was more then plenty of reason why- but as she allowed herself to just give in and be taken care of, there was a part of her that still wanted to give something back and she wished she was confident enough in her abilities to where she could feel it was safe to use her succubus touch on Embry. To _truly_ show her how good she was making her feel, by allowing the wolf to feel the pleasure she was giving _herself_.

As it stood, the most she could manage were sounds of encouragement, and the use of her own body -hips, legs, hands- to show that she wanted nothing more than to feel Embry as deep inside of her as she could manage. To bring the both of them so close together that it would be near impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

Embry

It went without saying that all of Embry's senses was being taken over by her girlfriend's scent. if she was being honestly, she didn't have that much experience but she had been acting on instincts for the most part so needless to say, it was quite a boost to her confidence knowing that she was making the other, who was half-*succubus*, feel good. While she thought she had been in love with her ex, nothing compared to how she felt with Evan - which was why she didn't want to rush what she was doing to savour every second of this.

With a hand moving the fabric out of the way, her tongue moved up further, carassing the swollen clit as she slipped in another finger without dropping a beat. Instead, the pace was increasing with each thrust and lap, hoping to bring her girlfriend closer to the edge.

Evan

It was evident that Embry had no plans for this to be something fast and done with, and Evan had no intention to rush her either. When your nature makes sex a necessity for survival, it can easily take on the same qualities as breathing: it's something you know you have to do, but there's nothing particularly exceptional about it. It just _is_. But with Embry, everything was entirely different. She supposed that in a sense, this was a lot like her own first time as well. Everything held meaning, and each touch -no matter how small- was enough to send white-hot heat coursing her entire body, only to settle in that one sensitive spot.

A spot that Embry was quick to find after a while, and with as much anticipation as she had already held onto, it didn't take long for Evan to reach the edge and happily dive right over. As soon as she'd regained control of her limbs, she reached down to guide her girlfriend back up so they were eye-level and immediately drew her into a heated kiss. "Tasting myself on you is almost enough to make me cum all over again," she whispered, "But I think I'd much rather hold off on that until I have a chance to taste _you_..."

Embry

The sight was just.. utterly breathtaking as she drove her girlfriend over the edge, holding her down as the shudders ran through the other. Even though it hadn't even passed yet, she already wanted to do it all over again. While she waited for Evan to ride it out, Embry placed gentle kisses against her inner thighs before she was drawn back up for that kiss. Falling over next to her girlfriend, she kept close enough to nuzzle and sneak tiny kisses as she got comfortable beside her.

"Hmm... What are we going to do?" She feigned innocence, "I want to make you cum all night though." She chuckled as she slipped her leg in-between the other, pressing up against her sex. Her hand was, of course, found on her girlfriend's breast again. Those were really becoming one of her favourite physical features. Not only that but clearly, her confidence was really shot through the roof with the way she was talking.

Evan

Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe she was just tired of feeling restrained herself. If pressed, Evan wouldn't have been able to give an answer on what drove her to snap the necklace clean off the wolf and toss it clear across the room. What she _could_ definitely say with the utmost confidence, is that she did so feeling assured that she'd be able to control herself far better than she had earlier in the evening. There would _never_ have been even a remote chance that she would even consider the idea of doing such a thing otherwise. "I hope that begins to answer your question a little," she replied, already feeling her desire rising again at the cheeky contact that Embry opted to go for.

Of course, with the necklace gone, her eyes shone as she lightly ran a finger from just below her girlfriend's ear, down and over her shoulder, and from her arm to the very fingertips that had just moments ago been inside her. The entire time, her succubus touch was allowing her to let Embry feel the very pleasure that she was causing within Evan. "I think 'all night' might be underselling it a bit."

Embry

The surprise she had when Evan suddenly yanked her necklace off and tossed it away. The very same necklace they were concerned with just earlier today. However, she trusted Evan enough to not be concerned for her own safety. She figured that her girlfriend must be confident enough, seeing different she was now compared to how much she was struggling just prior. She was curious to what Evan wanted to do now that the necklace was off. While she had been briefed about what succubusses and their powers do, it was different to personally experience.

Her own eyes locked on those shown back at her, captivating her in every sense as she could feel more than what she expected along the touch. She could feel her own desires growing to her core but at the same time, she knew it wasn't quite *her* own desires... "...Was that.. Am I feeling what you're feeling?" She whispered back a question, somehow feeling herself going breathless.

Evan

Evan simply nodded, before going in for a kiss. It was heated and passionate, but the succubus made sure not to take more than what one would consider a 'nibble' as she pulled away. Having been sated somewhat by her earlier climax, and with Embry being a full werewolf, Evan knew that a feed would be safe, but it wasn't her priority.

If she had gained access to her powers, it was solely with the goal to make Embry feel the best she'd ever felt. "You most certainly are. I want you to feel the exact way _I_ feel, when I get to feel you tense around me," she whispered in the blonde's ear, hand already making it's way down the woman's body. If the slickness she was met with was anything to go by, Embry was more than ready, but a little warmup never hurt.

Embry

Her breath hitched as she felt the path of warmth on her skin. It really wasn't fair that she was feeling both Evan's and her own desire to the point that she had to bite down on her lower lip to stop a whimper from coming out. Not only that but the wolf didn't trust her voice enough to ask any more questions about the power at this current moment. Evan was barely touching her and she swore she could cum already.

Her head dug into her pillow as her body moved according to the location of the hand. God, it really was unfair - even if Embry didn't make any reaction, Evan would know just how she was making her feel regardless. No hiding whatsoever, not that she was going to keep anything from the older woman.

Evan

Evan was well aware of what she was doing. It was an infinite loop of desire that was just going to continue because nothing got her off _quite_ like getting to watch Embry getting off on the things she did to her. She set the pace slow, not wanting to overdo it either, two lithe fingers gaining entry and beginning to pump in and out with ease, her thumb constantly working on the woman's clit. Pressure here, pressure there, circles, flicks, the works. If she could tell tht it _felt good_ for Embry, she was going to keep at it.

She placed light kiss on the woman's exposed neck before making her way down and taking in a nipple herself. A little light grazing of the sensitive nub with her teeth, and she could swear she'd gotten an arch out of the wolf.

Embry

Her eyes fluttered as her hips bucked along the rhythm of the fingers - her need to go over the edge intensified with each pump, and being way too distracted to feel the shyness from learning how her girlfriend feels simply by watching her like this.

At the kiss, she arched her neck even more when a moan finally escapes her lips as she felt her breasts being teased. She even tried moving her hips to speed up the pace if only the woman would let her.

Evan

She could understand the need the blonde likely felt to get this to it's end sooner rather than later, but there was just a special sense of added satisfaction that came with delayed gratification...who was she to deny the younger woman of discovering this. Granted, she also wasn't cruel or about to make her hold out for ages when she was clearly ready for that final push.

So when she began to feel the woman's inner walls begin the tell-tale move of milking her fingers, she curved them just the slightest upwards making sure to hit the magic littl button inside just a time or two and if the way Embry's sex practically clenched around her fingers -almost seeming to want to pull them in further- was anything to go by, the blonde had definitely reached her climax. Once she was done helping the woman ride, essentially _both_ of their highs, Evan simply brought up the slick fingers and made sure to leave them clean with her mouth before grinning from ear to ear. "I can honestly say, I've just been _fed_ like never before."

Embry

She was certain that Evan was discovering just how 'vocal' as she could be as her voice filled the room as her body trembled from the fingers deep inside her. Once it started to calm out ever so slightly, the wolf curled into the other, resting her forehead against the woman's chest with her eyes still closed. She could only chuckle at those words as she took a bit longer to get her breath back. Being a wolf or with the help of the succubus' touch really intensified everything.

"... I can honestly say I've never had sex like *that* before either." She chuckled before looking up again, taking the opportunity to give a soft kiss to Evan's jawline before wrapping her arms fully around the other.

Evan

Shimmering them beneath the actual sheets really was the simplest thing she'd done all day, which is definitely _not_ what she'd have bet money on when the day started. Her reticence to feed properly had made it to where using her powers for at all was draining enough to require a full day of rest.

As she felt Embry snuggling into her, she couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. "No one would've looked at us during our initial tutoring sessions and thought 'yeah, the reserved blonde will totally be cuddling up with the redhead bitch post coitus one day'."

Embry

The whole room was covered with their scent and she was *very* thankful that no one was going to drop by for a visit anytime soon - at least she didn't think so. At the same time, she was very much enjoying the rare alone time with Evan.

Which was why she snorted at the adjective used to describe her. "Shut up.. You're not a bitch." Yes, that was the thing she focused on. "Well, you weren't one with me ever.. At least I don't think so?" She frowned, thinking back to their initial encounters.

Evan

Evan could only laugh at the response. "_That's_ your takeaway from what I just said? That I'm not a bitch?" Settling down a bit, she wrapped her own arms around Emmy and placed a soft kiss to the crown of her head. "Well, Supergirl, you make it pretty freaking difficult to be a bitch to you, what with the big, bright doe eyes and the quick to act-first-ask-questions-never-mom."

Embry

"I don't know about that." She couldn't help but place tiny little kisses across the woman's chest as she spoke. "Well - maybe with the mom aspect because if it were the doe eye thing.. I think there's plenty of those within the group. You're not an asshole to them either."

Embry scooted up a bit so that she could be at eye-level with the other. A question nagging at the back of her mind. "... so.. are you like.. fully fed now?"

Evan

She tried and failed to suppress another laugh. "Yeah, see, that actually _proves my point_," she managed as she caught her breath. "I think it's honestly the biggest ego boost to feel like I may have _actually_ fucked your braincells a bit askew," she teased.

Meeting her gaze she smiled softly and said, "I mean that's definitely the most unique way I've been asked if I feel up for going _again_," she chuckled.

Embry

She frowned - though it was clear that she wasn't upset at all, "Stop looking so smug." Continuing the confidence she gained tonight, she leaned in and gave a slow, yet prolonged kiss before talking the arm that was around her and pinned them above Evan's head as she rolled them over. "But Is.. that a no?" She asked though there was a hint of a smirk.

Evan

Evan's smirk remained well into the kiss, even as she let the other take control and reposition them. As Embry pulled away, she simply raised a brow and said, "See, that's thing about being a succubus babe: _I'm practically insatiable_. And most cerainly doesn't help-" she gently pressed her knee up to Embry's sex "-that my absolute favorite meal has now been made available to me _on a sliver platter_."

Embry

Embry had a feeling that Evan would be smug forever after tonight. Still, her instinct had her hips grinding slowly into the other so that her heat was just rubbing against the knee. "Have I mentioned that it's almost unfair that you can tell exactly how I'm feeling." She leaned in close, "Though feeling how wet I am would have easily given that away." She brought both the hands she had pinned down up and onto her body, slowly guiding them up to both chest.

Evan

She hummed in response, feigning a look of innocence that was only given away as a front by the remaining smirk on her lips. "What can I say? It's not entirely difficult to figure out what a girl wants when her body language does the speaking for her," Evan murmured, hands already busying themselves in providing the attention to each breast that Embry was clearly seeking. "I can always get the necklace back if metaphorical handcuffs are your thing, you know..."

Embry

Embry was not going to even argue because anything she said would be a moot point with the position they were in. Having this moment with Evan was simply *addicting* and it had nothing to do with the succubus touch. The girl had never felt so good and confident about herself, about her body but spending every moment with Evan made all those doubts disappear. "Do you *want* the necklace back?" She didn't even care where it flew off to right now. Even if it had been for her protection, she didn't want to restrict Evan from anything.

Evan

Evan responded by shifting one hand of the woman's chest to latch onto her neck, bringing her in for a rather lengthy, searing kiss. When she finally pulled away and let Embry's lips go free, they were slightly swollen and red. The sight was enough to have Evan's eyes glow once again, as she hovered her own lips just barely next to Embry's. "And miss out on getting to _taste_ you in a way no one else ever will? The necklace has only ever been here for _you_."

Embry

Embry eagerly let herself be guided right back for another kiss. "Then.. I guess it could stay off - I don't think my parents would be very happy about it though." She chuckled as she leaned in just enough to give soft pecks against those lips. "So.. how does it actually work when you feed? Would you ever get.. " Her nose crinkled slightly as she thought about it, "..I don't know.. *full*?" Could one overfeed?

Evan

"Feeding is dangerous for many reasons," Evan began, though a bit begrudgingly. She didn't want to possibly ruin the moment, but it was only fair that Embry know what she was getting into. "The person I feed off of won't even feel a thing, if albeit a bit more tired the more I feed off their energy. Which, is something that they can easily be distracted from with the succubus touch...now when I said I was 'insatiable', I pretty much meant it. I can feed to a point where I'm well enough to use my powers with zero issue, but that doesn't mean it stops. Overfeeding does not exist nor affect myself, but if I feed off of the same person too much too soon, it can lead to their death."

Embry

She hummed as she rested her head on her girlfriend's chest to mull over the explanation. "So.. The necklace somehow.. acts like a blocker?" She recalled that Evan lost all sense of hunger the moment she had the necklace back on. "Personally..." She started again, "I don't mind *not* wearing my necklaces, but I think my parents might double down on the overprotectiveness. So rather than keeping me safe, I think it's there to keep *you* safe."

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Second Chances

Summary: Three years ago, Yuta broke your heart. He decided he was done with you and left. So you picked up the pieces and moved on. You were going to show him you didn't need him. But what happens when he shows up one day seeking forgiveness?

Paring: soccer player!Yuta X gender neutral reader

Word count: 12.7K words

Genre: angst, fluff; exfriends to friends to future lovers

Warnings: mentions of slightly neglectful parents

This is for the Coming Home collab held by @nct-writers! Thank you to @pastelsicheng for reading some of this for me on such a short notice. That being said, a lot of this is only proof read by me. So please let me know if there are any major issues. I would love to know what you think!

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me you know Nakamoto Yuta?” your roommate, Emika, asks as soon as you walk into the room.

You laugh, closing the door behind you. “Hi. My day was good. Almost lost my wallet on the subway, so that was pretty cool. How are you?”

“I’m fine. Now tell me why I am just finding out you know the one and only Yuta?”

You sigh, taking a seat on the couch next to her. That’s what you love about her, her directness. You were never one for social norms, so when you met her, you were thankful to finally meet someone who didn’t engage in beating around the bush. “How did you even find out?”

She shrugs. “So I got home and was excited to show you this surprise I have for you, which you will get once you tell me what I want to know. And when I unlocked the door, I saw this piece of paper on the ground that had your name on the front. Fearing for your safety, I opened it, and it was your mom saying that Yuta wanted to talk to you—and don’t worry, I didn’t read the rest of the letter. But that paired with how weird you get when I mention him. I made a calculated guess.”

You physically recoil at his name. Yuta hasn’t talked to you in three years. What could he possibly want now?

“Wait, I’m sorry, what? Where is the note?”

She blinks at you before reaching forward and grabbing a piece of folded paper off the coffee table. You squint at your name written on the front in handwriting you don’t recognize. When you unfold it, you see a sticky note with your mom’s handwriting stuck on top of a letter with the handwriting from the front.

Hello dear, this is a letter that Yuta dropped by today. He’s back in town and wants to see you.

You pull the sticky note off, setting it on the table in front of you. You choose to ignore your friend’s eyes as she follows your every move.

Hey y/n,

I know you probably want nothing to do with me, but I have been doing a lot of thinking the past few years, and I want to talk to you about some things. I’m going to be staying in town for the next few weeks, and I was hoping we could meet up and talk? Or if you don’t want to see me, maybe we could just text? My number is xxx-xxx-xxxx. Please call.

You scoff, rolling your eyes and crumpling the paper. Honestly, screw him. He hasn’t been a part of your life for three years, and when he decides he wants to talk to you again, you’re supposed to bend to him? No. It may be childish, but he isn’t calling the shots in this relationship. If he wants to talk to you, he is going to have to do better than some letter dropped on your parents’ doorstep.

“Wait, why are you doing that?” your friend asks, looking at you like you just crumpled the most important thing in the universe.

“Because he says he wants to meet up. That, or he wants me to call him. Neither of which I have any interest in doing.”

“So it really is my idol Yuta?”

“Oh my god, stop,” you drop the paper on the ground, throwing your face into your hands in embarrassment. “Yes, okay, it is him. But don’t tell anyone. I don’t want anyone to know. It’s embarrassing.”

It isn’t often you tell people you know Yuta. If anything, you are embarrassed to say you did. Thankfully, not many people assume you know one of Japan’s most popular soccer players; hell, you only remember you know him when you see his advertisements or Emika puts a game on. Each time, Emika would comment how talented he was or how beautiful his smile is. Both are things you can’t deny. But every time you look at him, all you see is the sad high school boy who meant the world to you.

You first met a month after he moved into your apartment building. You both happened to be running late for the first day of high school, and as you were running down the stairs, you tripped over the last step. Luckily for you, you had something, well, someone, to cushion your fall. You were mortified. You, the tripper, were unharmed, while he, the tripped, had a bloody nose. But, like everything, he handled it with grace. He had laughed, nose pinched, head tipped backward, as you embarrassingly rambled apologies.

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiled, reaching out with his free hand for the paper towels you brought him. “Accidents happen.”

You took a seat next to him, looking awkwardly at the ground. You were certain you had met the exception to the rule “nobody’s perfect.” As you got to know him, you noticed he always knew what to say, and he never had anything bad to say about anyone. Your parents adored him, and your mom was always pushing for you to ask him out.

When he left, it killed you. You spent your high school and first two years of college thinking you two were meant to be together forever; then he left. You spent more time than you’d like to admit thinking about how you thought he was perfect. Then one day, you realized how he managed to hold onto that air of perfection. He kept everyone at arm’s length, never letting them get too close. You were the closest to him, and even you didn’t know the real him.

“Embarrassing?” your friend exclaims, jarring you from your thoughts. “He is one of the best soccer players on the national team, and he has the best smile. If I were you, I would be bragging to the whole world. Plus, he wants to see you! You have the opportunity of a lifetime presented to you. Why aren’t you taking it?”

You smile at your friend, trying your best not to feel annoyed. It isn’t her fault she is blinded by her admiration for him, which you don’t want to take away by telling her that when he got drafted, his first move was to tell you he no longer needed you.

“I have my reasons. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m done talking about this. What is your surprise?”

She nods her head, biting her lip. “Well, now that I know this little bit of information, I don’t think you’re going to like it very much. But for my birthday, my dad got me two tickets to the Japan vs Saudi Arabia round in the AFC, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with? Please y/n, I know you don’t like soccer, but a) you’re my best friend, and b) you are the only one of my friends who is cool with my soccer addiction.”

You smile at her, taking a second to admire the way her eyes light up when talking about her gift. “Yeah, of course, I’ll go with you. It’s not like he’ll see me or anything.”

She squeals excitedly and hugs you tightly. “Thank you so much y/n! This is going to be the best birthday ever.”

You smile, hugging her back. It’ll be fine; what are the chances he’ll see us in the crowd?

—

“Alright, sweetie, we’ll see you when we get back,” your mom says as she and your dad pull their shoes on.

“Okay, see you then,” you respond from the couch, waving goodbye.

It was Thursday night, so your parents had their normal meeting to go to. From now until nine pm, you would have the house to yourself. It was also around the time Yuta’s dad would be getting home, which means the arguing would start soon.

When the apartment was as quiet as it is every Thursday, you could hear them arguing. You would try not to listen, which wasn’t hard considering it was mostly just loud muffled noises, but sometimes you would find yourself getting lost in the noise. You stared up at the ceiling, wishing them to stop for their son’s sake.

You hear three knocks at the door, and when you open it, it’s Yuta.

“Right on time,” you smile, opening the door for him to come in. “I was thinking miso soup tonight; I’m not feeling very fancy.”

“Sounds amazing,” he smiles, making his way to the kitchen counter to start on his homework.

You quickly turn on the study playlist you two had made, not wanting him to hear the muffled version of what he was trying to escape. You two fall into your normal silence as he does his homework and you prep the meal. You look up at him, watching as he looks between his textbook and the homework sheet in front of him.

He meets your eye, setting down his pencil. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he does something cuts him off.

You slowly open your eyes, grabbing your phone to check the time. It takes you a few seconds to remember your dream, and when you do, you feel disappointed in yourself.

You don’t know if that was a memory or just your brain creating a situation based on a thousand memories like that. You sigh, rubbing your face with your hands.

“It’s too early for this,” you groan.

Of course, the first time you think about him in months—the first time you see him in years—is the night you dream about him. You knew going to that soccer game would come with repercussions.

Throwing your blanket off, you pride yourself in coming to that decision. With the rose-colored glasses you used to see Yuta through no longer there, it is easy to treat him like you would anyone else.

However, as the day wore one, you found yourself thinking back to your high school years with him. Your best memories are cheering him on at soccer games and walking home together—stopping for french fries because neither of you had food waiting for you at home. While, for you, it is because you and your family had never done traditional sit-down dinners, and once you got old enough to cook, you all just ate whatever you wanted whenever you wanted. Sometimes you would eat the leftovers from your brother and sometimes you had to cook. You loved it.

Yuta, on the other hand, wasn’t as lucky. His mom and dad were so consumed in their relationship that they forgot to cook if he wasn’t there. Since he had soccer every day after school, that was every weekday. It wasn’t that they didn’t love him—his dad is one of the most caring people you have ever met. You only had a few passing conversations with the man, but with how he spoke about Yuta, you knew he was proud of his son. His mom, though, you were never able to get a good feeling about the kind of person she was. When you did talk to her, she seemed distant and superficial. You don’t know if she was like that all the time; you hoped she wasn’t.

You never did find out what they argued about. The first time Yuta showed up at your door, it was under the ruse of not understanding a homework question. You realized pretty quickly that he knew more than you did. After that, he slowly started showing up every day.

You lightly slap your cheeks, pushing yourself up from your bed.

“Now is not the time, y/n,” you whisper to yourself. You’re not letting him distract you any more than he already has.

—

You were sitting in your dorm, ignoring the notes you had to take in favor of searching through the different resources your counselor had given you about the study abroad programs when you heard a series of fast knocks at your door.

“Coming,” you call, closing your laptop and moving to open the door.

“Y/n, I have with me the most important piece of information I will ever receive,” Yuta says in lieu of a greeting, not waiting for you to invite him in.

You tilt your head to the side, closing the door after him. He nervously paces, tapping a sealed envelope against his other hand.

“And what is that information?”

“If I am one of the finishing 23 members of the national soccer team.”

Your heart stops, and you stare at him with wide eyes. He stops pacing to meet your gaze, nodding his head as if to say: yeah, I know, right?

“You mean that envelope there,” you point to the one in his hands, “tells us if you made it?”

He nods his head vigorously. “I debated on ignoring it for at least a day, but considering the match is in two weeks, I can’t really wait that long.”

“Then what are you doing!”

“I don’t want to open it,” he whines, throwing his hands dramatically. “What if they tell me no, and then I have to go about my daily life knowing I was so close?”

You smile. “Well, then it says that. But to even be considered is an incredible honor. So yeah, you won’t be on the national team, but you will be thousands of years ahead of someone like me. So don’t think too bad about yourself, okay?”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

You clap your hands excitedly before clasping them in front of your mouth, watching him open the envelope. You feel your heart pound in your chest, wishing more than anything that his letter will include the word “congratulations”.

His eyes quickly scan the letter before he suddenly drops it, a wide smile spread across his face. “I made it. Guess who is going to be playing for the Japanese 2018 national soccer team!”

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!” you cheer, jumping in place.

“I did it,” he laughs, running a hand through his hair, disbelief spread across his face. “I actually did it.”

“You did it,” you mirror, pulling him into a hug.

“I did it.” He holds you tight.

At that moment, you feel so loved.

—

“Y/n?”

You shake your head, blinking a few times before focusing on your coworker, Yoshi, standing in front of your desk. “Yeah?”

“We're going out for drinks after work. Would you like to come with us?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you rub the back of your neck, spinning your head left and right to stretch your neck. “I haven’t been sleeping that well lately, and I’m kind of tired.”

It wasn’t that you haven’t been sleeping well—it’s more that your dreams have been off-putting. Before your first Yuta dream, you never had dreams. In the three days since then, your dreams have been filled with memories with Yuta. They leave you feeling uncomfortable and exhausted—especially the one last night.

That had been the last good memory with Yuta. After that conversation, you didn’t see him a lot. You thought nothing of it, as you had been busy with your school work and he was training. The day before he went off with his team was the last time you saw him.

“Are you ready for your debut?” you asked, smiling as you took a seat at the picnic table across from him.

“Yeah.”

You tilted your head, the smile frozen on your face. His face showed no emotions of any kind. You reach out to grab his folded hands, quickly retracting as he removes his hands from the table. “Are you alright?”

He nods his head. “I need to talk to you.”

“Yeah, okay. Go ahead.”

“I don’t need you anymore.”

You blinked in surprise, the statement physically shocking you. “I- what?”

He sighs, seemingly annoyed that he has to explain any further. “I’m moving on to bigger and better things. I don’t need you anymore.”

“How could you say that to me?” you ask, willing the hurt to go away so you could think.

“Because it is the truth. You’ll only slow me down.”

You scoff, looking at his still blank face. You wanted to say something, to tell him: how dare you. Instead, all you do is look at him with watery eyes. How could he feel nothing while saying this to you?

He looks at you a second longer before pushing himself up. He gives you one last cold look before walking away. The next time you see him would be through the screen.

“Oh, come on,” Yoshi whines, dragging you from your thoughts. “You’re always the life of the party.”

You laugh, choosing to think about the memory another day. “We both know that title should belong to Ko. You don’t need me tonight; I would just sit in the back. Trust me, Yosh, I wouldn’t be any fun.”

His eyes soften. “Are you okay?”

You smile at him. “Like I said, I just haven’t been sleeping well. Next time, I promise.”

He nods his head. “Well, just know I’m here if you want to talk.” He gives you one last smile before turning and returning to his desk. You watch as he goes, smile still lingering. You’re lucky to have coworkers like Yoshi who care. He—along with Ko, Miki, and Takahito—is your work family. You, Miki, Takahito, and Yoshi all started at the same time, gravitating towards each other throughout the week. The week after that, Ko somehow inserted himself into your lives. You don’t remember how it happened, but there was just a point where he was always with you guys at lunch breaks.

You rest your head on your hand, staring in the direction of Yoshi’s desk. Maybe it’s because you’ve been thinking about Yuta for the past few days, but you’re feeling sentimental. You met them a year after returning from abroad and two years after Yuta left. They made you feel loved again.

---

“Okay y/n, we’re leaving. Last chance to join us,” Ko says, leaning on your desk.

You smile up at your friends. “Sorry, but I’m tired. Next time, I promise.”

Miki pouts, shifting her bag on her shoulder. “It won’t be the same without you. Know that I’ll be missing you and your calming presence.”

“Hey,” Yoshi says, lightly elbowing her. “I am plenty calm.”

“So am I,” Takahito chimes in.

Miki rolls her eyes, giving you a knowing look. “I guess I was wrong then.” She puts her hand to her mouth, blocking the guys from seeing as she mouths: no, I’m not.

You smile at her, taking a deep breath as you look between your friends. “I’m so thankful to have you guys in my life, thank you.”

"Aw y/n, why are you being so sentimental all of a sudden. We're happy to be in the same social circle as someone like you," Takahito smiles.

Your other friends voice their agreement, and with one last curious look from Yoshi, they make their way to elevators. You smile as you watch them leave, feeling grateful once again to have them in your life.

You wait for a few minutes before packing up and leaving. You’ve gotten good at blocking out the rest of the world as you walk home. So when you see someone across the street from your office, hood pulled over his face and a mask covering the bottom half, you don’t care.

That is, however, until you hear the stranger call your name. You pause for a second before pushing forward at a slightly faster pace, not wanting to deal with this now. As soon as you turn the corner, you start running. Please, please, please.

“Y/n! Wait!”

You flinch as he places a hand on your shoulder, spinning around to face him. He quickly retracts his hand to hold them up in surrender. Stupid! Of course, you couldn’t outrun a soccer player.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you heard me.”

You scoff, crossing your arms across your chest. “Oh, I heard you.”

Yuta laughs awkwardly. “Yeah, of course, you did.”

“How did you find me?”

“I looked you up online. I checked every y/n l/n until I found this place.” He gestures vaguely to the building behind you.

“When did you have the time to do that? Creep.” You hope your tone comes across as annoyed rather than convey the anxiety slowly building in your stomach.

You decide its mission accomplished as he looks slightly taken aback by your question.

“A little here, a little there. Can we go somewhere to talk? I have a few things I need to say.”

You shake your head. “No, I don’t think I want to. Good luck with the rest of your matches.” With that, you turn around and continue in the direction of your home.

“Wait, y/n, please,” he starts, jogging so he’s standing in front of you. Once he sees you’re not going to stop, he resorts to walking backward. “Did you get the note I sent?”

“Yep. I threw it out. Also, while we’re on the topic, you look ridiculous. You’re not as big of a hotshot as you’d like to think you are.”

He laughs, averting his eyes but does nothing to remove the mask. Instead, he swings around to walk next to you. “Can we go somewhere to talk?”

“Nope.”

Normally, you would feel bad using this tone of voice. But frankly, you don’t have the energy to be nice to him. As you told Yoshi, you are tired. You haven’t been able to sleep—all because of the man walking next to you, and seeing him is making you angry along with tired.

“Then I’ll talk to you until you get to where you’re going,” he says, nodding his head as he decided.

“No,” you state firmly, stopping in place. He stops a few steps in front of you, turning to face you. “I don’t care what you have to say, Yuta. Because if you were a rookie when you told me you didn’t need me, I would hate to know what you think now with your face plastered on signs.”

“Look-”

“I don’t want to look. I want you to leave me alone. And if there is one thing you should’ve learned about me over the home cooked meals I made for you, I'm good at staying angry at people who deserve it.” You poke your finger into his chest, hoping to drive home the point he messed up your relationship. This is on him, not you.

You jab him one more time in the chest before continuing down the street. Part of you feels extremely nervous. Over the years, you have spent hours thinking of how you would speak your mind to him, and imagined countless scenarios about your first meeting. This went something along the lines of your favorite scenario, the one where he has nothing important to say.

“I’m trying to apologize!” he exclaims, still not moving from his spot.

You simply wave a hand goodbye, turning another corner. Thankfully, that is the last you see of Nakomoto Yuta for the night.

—

The next time you see him is three days later. You know he is busy with soccer matches; you hear Emika scream from the living room during their games. He is waiting for you in the same place with the same ridiculous outfit on. As soon as you see him, you turn around to try to retreat into your office.

“I saw you already,” he calls, and you inwardly sigh.

“I forgot something in my office,” you inform him, not turning back around to see if he heard you. You can only hope he would take the door closing as a “go away.”

“Let me come with you then.”

Guess not, then.

“No, sorry. Office staff only,” you turn around to flash him a synthetic smile.

“Good thing I know someone who can sneak me in,” he replies jokingly.

You stare at him in disbelief. With one sentence, he has transported you to your early college years. Back when you two were perfect. When you would give anything for him to achieve his goals and he would repay you simply with his company. Something in his eyes changes, and you know he feels it too.

It leaves an awkward silence between you two. How dare he walk in here and pretend everything is okay. Who does he think he is walking into your office and making jokes about your relationship?

Just as you’re about to let him know what you think, how angry that one comment has made you, the elevator dings and out walks Ko.

“Y/n? I thought you left already.”

You turn around to face him, forcing a smile on your face. “Yeah, I was interrupted.”

Ko’s eyes shift to look at Yuta before looking back at you. He walks toward you, grabbing you lightly by the elbow and leaning in to whisper, “Are you okay?”

You laugh loudly, shocking Ko. “Yeah, I’m fine. This is someone I used to know. He hurt me pretty badly, so the look on my face isn’t fear,” you take a half step to the side to look Yuta in the eyes, “it’s anger.”

After you finish speaking, you do feel a pang of guilt. Not for Yuta, though, for Ko. Who is now left to stand awkwardly as you and Yuta have a staring contest. Once you feel Yuta has received the message, you turn back around to face your coworker.

“I’m sorry, this is weird. Let’s go?”

He simply nods his head, mindlessly following you as you walk past Yuta. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ko actively avoid looking at Yuta, and you send him a silent apology.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Yuta calls as you push open the door.

“No, thank you.”

—

“Knock knock,” Ko greets, knocking on your desk.

You look up at him, slouching in your chair. “Is it time to go?”

He nods his head, and you throw your head back in defeat. Ko, thankfully, had been extremely understanding about being thrown into your interaction with Yuta. Being the kind-hearted man he is, he offered to buy you dinner. He went a step further, and over the next three days, he walked out with you as a form of moral support.

“I don’t want to go,” you announce, dramatically flinging yourself over your desk. “I know he’s down there today. I can feel it. I’m worried he’s going to wear me down. I’m not ready to have an honest conversation with him.”

He laughs. “You’ve said that every day for the past three days, and it's only been true one of those days. Now come on, I want to go home.”

You lift your head to glare at him. “Do you hate me?”

“Nope, I just think you’re being ridiculous.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” you mock as you push yourself up and grab your coat. “Come one, let’s just get this over with.”

You walk to the elevator in silence, and as it dings open, you take a deep breath to try and calm your nerves. This is one more thing to dislike about Yuta. He has made leaving your work terrifying.

“But if I can say,” Ko starts, as the doors close shut. “I think you should talk to him. Because if you don’t, he’s just going to keep showing up. Face your fears, right?”

“No, not right. I’m a coward. Coward.”

He laughs. “Okay, never said you needed to. Just my advice.”

“Well, your advice sucks.”

When the elevator doors open, Ko grabs your arm to drag you out of the elevator. You cross your fingers on your left hand, hoping that for once in your life, someone is looking out for you. Once you make it around the corner with no signs of Yuta, you throw your hands up in celebration.

"I did it!"

"You did nothing. You just got lucky."

—

As soon as you open your eyes, you know today is going to be hard. You had yet another Yuta dream last night, and despite it not being worse than the previous dreams, this one seemed to bug you more than normal. You spent thirty minutes in bed mindlessly scrolling through your phone, pushing any thoughts of the soccer player from your mind.

The only thing that breaks your spell is Emika shouting a goodbye. Once you hear the door close, you sigh before pushing yourself to sit up. You rub your face with your hands, deciding a change of scenery is what you need to improve your mood.

You set out to the kitchen, intending to cook something to try and get yourself motivated. After staring into your fridge and seeing the different ingredients, you decide to change your plans and settle for cereal.

After two hours of mindless tv watching, and your brain still hasn’t recovered, you try again to be productive. You opt to do the dishes that had accumulated since yesterday. That should be an easy enough task.

Five dishes in, and the realization that today isn't your day comes in the form of knocking a cup onto the ground. Taking a deep breath, you throw the sponge into the sink before placing your hands on the sides of the sink and leaning over it. You feel hot tears flow from your eyes, and you squeeze them shut to try and stop more tears from escaping.

Your legs give out from under you, and you find yourself kneeling next to the broken cup. This is all Yuta’s fault. First, he breaks your heart by basically comparing you to dirt, and now he is making your life hell by showing up randomly at your work.

You turn to lean against the cupboard, head buried in your knees. Every time you saw him and exchanged harsh words, it reminded you what he thought of you. That to him, you are nothing.

You hear a knock at the door, and you throw your head back, accidentally hitting the cupboard behind you. You laugh in defeat, grabbing your head and willing the person behind the door to leave.

Another series of knocks rips the fantasy from you, and you shove yourself up. When you open it, you see none other than Yuta standing before you. When he sees your face, messy with tears, his eyes widen.

“Y/n-”

“Okay, okay, you win,” you cry, not trying to stop the tears running down your face. “Let’s have a conversation.”

You turn on your heel and walk back into your apartment, only turning around once you hear the door close behind you. You watch as Yuta takes off his mask, eyes roaming around the apartment.

“Say what you want to say.”

“Are you okay?” He asks slowly, untying his shoes and stepping further into your apartment.

You laugh, wiping at the tears on your cheeks. “Am I okay? Gosh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I have someone from my past who told me I was nothing—”

“No, I didn’t—”

“—following me around.”

Feeling too anxious to stand still and talk to him, you start pacing in place, weaving your hands around as you talk. “I mean, did you even stop to consider how that might make me feel? And then there are the dreams. Ever since my mom gave me that stupid letter you wrote, I have been having dreams about you. They’re not bad dreams. No, they’re all our good times together. Which then reminds me that the reason seeing you hurts is because I used to care for you. Your pain was mine, and this is how you repay me?”

After your speech, the apartment is deafly silent. You stop pacing, starring blankly at him. Yes, you don’t look as composed as you imagined you would, but you hope your words still hurt. Right now, you want him to hurt as you do.

“Say something!” you yell after seconds pass, and he just stares at you, eyes slightly glossed over.

“I don’t know!” he exclaims before taking a deep breath and repeating in a softer voice. “I don’t know. I just know I wanted to come to talk to you, to apologize. But now this whole thing has really gotten away from me, and I don’t know anymore.”

“So you come here, somehow track down my home, and don’t even have anything to say? God, Yuta, I am just- just so tired.” You close your eyes, feeling the sting in your eyes from crying.

“You’re right,” he sighs, ruffling his hair. “And I’m sorry. I came here with set points I wanted to tell you, but they all seem so stupid now.”

“Well, if you’re going to show up at my house, I suggest you do better than that.”

He sighs, looking over to your couch. “Want to sit?”

You shake your head. “Sitting makes me anxious, and right now, that’s not really something I want to feel.”

He nods his head, clasping and unclasping his hands. “Okay then, I guess I’ll just talk. Obviously, I need to start with that I am so sorry for what I said and how I left things.”

You scoff, refraining yourself from replying with some kind of sarcastic remark. If he notices your destain for the comment, he ignores it.

“There is no good excuse, but the best I can give you is that I was scared. I can’t explain it, but I was so scared of letting you in. Well, more than I already had,” he laughs awkwardly. “So I lashed out. I thought if you, I don’t know, if you hated me or something, then I wouldn’t be scared anymore.”

“What were you scared of?”

“I-” he shuffles awkwardly. “I’m going to say something, okay? And this might be inappropriate, and I didn’t intend to tell you this today, so just know that, okay?”

You tilt your head, a little nervous about what he has to say. Hesitantly, you nod your head.

He sighs, rocking back on his heels a few times. “One day, sometime before I got my acceptance letter, I woke up and realized I maybe didn’t think of you as just a friend.”

Your eyes widen. “You’re joking ri—”

“Please let me finish,” he interrupts, holding his hand out. “This is hard and embarrassing enough to say, so I need to say it all at once before I chicken out. Anyway, I woke up and realized you meant more to me than I ever intended. And I got scared. I was so scared, y/n you don’t even know. All I could think about was my parents and how unhappy their marriage was. I couldn’t go through that.”

You take a step back in surprise, bringing your hand to lightly chew on your nail. You’re torn. Yes, you are still mad at him. His words still ring in your mind, and you don’t think you’ll ever forget them. But hearing him, hearing the sadness in his voice, breaks your heart.

“And I know that isn’t an acceptable reason for me saying the things I said to you. What I said...” He takes a deep breath. “What I said was horrible, and I want you to know I didn’t mean any of it. I took all the doubts I had about myself and transformed them into something ugly. Just know that I am so so sorry, y/n, I truly am.”

You nod your head. “So when you told me you were moving on to bigger things and that you didn’t need me, what kind of doubt was that? Because I can’t think of one.”

“I, uh, I’ll be honest. I don’t remember why I said that specific thing. I just know I was worried you would leave me or end up hating me. Which, I guess, mission accomplished.” He groans, rubbing his face with his hands. “Let me revise that. I was worried you would spend time with me and come to naturally hate me. So I decided if I made you hate me, I would save myself the hurt.”

You nod your head, running a hand through your hair. “Look, I am having a really bad day. I don’t know what’s wrong, and my head really hurts from crying and hitting it earlier. So you, I don’t know Yuta.”

He nods his head, a sad smile gracing his face. “I understand. Well, you have my number, and if not, I can give it to you again. Or not if you never want to talk to me again. And um, I’ll stop showing up at your work. You’re right. I never stopped to consider how me showing up might make you feel. I’m going to be in Japan for a long time, so take as long as you need to reach out.”

He gives a finalizing nod before turning his back and walking towards the door, bending down to tie on his shoes.

“I- I thought you said you were only here for a few weeks,” you ask weakly, worried if you speak too loud, you’d disrupt the mood.

He opens the door, smiling. “I lied.”

—-

It took you two days to tell Emika what happened between you and Yuta on your day off. Once she had gotten over the fact her idol was in her apartment, she asked you the hard-hitting questions like “how do you feel?” and “what now?”

You didn’t need her to help you figure out how you felt. You did that a long time ago; hurt and angry.

You did, however, need her help deciding what to do now. You have a vivid memory of one night in South Africa a week after you arrived. You felt so alone—and it had nothing to do with being “alone” in a new country. Your roommate was extremely warm and welcoming, and you knew you had someone on your side.

It was when you thought about Japan and your home university that the feelings of loneliness became overwhelming. You spent your nights replaying your last conversation with him, wondering what caused him to lash out. You tried to talk to him; you really did. He blocked you, and before you knew it, he was off to represent the nation.

Then one night, at one a.m., you decided you were never going to forgive him. He made his move, and now you’ll make yours. For the last time in your life, you were going to follow his lead. If he never wants to talk to you again, fine, have it his way. The least you can do is grant him his last wish as a friend.

After that decision, it became easier to sleep. Sure, sometimes you had relapses where you blamed yourself or thought you hated him. After about the fourth time doubting yourself, you and your roommate came to your second conclusion: Yuta is a coward.

He is a coward who had something to say but couldn’t, so he decided to lash out. He was scared of something, so he was mean. Mean is easier than scared; it's a false sense of control.

Now though, these two core beliefs that you’ve held for three years are being questioned. Now, you have the re-think your decisions because maybe, just maybe, you might be able to start over.

“I don’t think you understand,” you whine, throwing your head into your hands dramatically.

Emika laughs. “You’re right. I don’t. I can’t say anyone has ever insulted me then come back to apologize. Explain to me why you made these ‘decisions,’ as you put it.”

“Because if it wasn’t him, then it was me, and obviously, it wasn’t me. And it isn’t like I was wrong! It was him.”

“Yeah, okay, but stay on topic. Why did you make those decisions?”

You sigh, leaning back on the couch. “Because I was struggling to make sense of what happened. And those were my lifelines, you know? The first thing I did was decide I wasn’t going to forgive him. That’s how I didn’t let his words hurt me. You know I tried to talk to him after he lashed out, and he wouldn’t see me. He blocked my phone, and I assume changed his number ”

She sighs. “Yeah, okay. But look, he came here and apologized. That has to count for something, right?”

“I was just angry for so long. I,” you shrug, shaking your head. “I don’t know what to do if I’m not angry. If I forgive him, I don’t think I’ll ever get his words out of my head. I mean, he basically said I wasn’t popular enough to be associated with. Do you know how much that hurt to hear from someone who had almost the same life as me until a stupid piece of paper said otherwise? If I didn’t make up something, if I didn’t tell myself it was him, do you know what a blow that would be to my self-confidence? And like I said, if I forgive him, wouldn’t part of me always worry he’d turn his back on me again?”

She hums, joining you in leaning back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. “You might have to talk to him about that. Or just figure it out yourself. But ask yourself this: do you miss him? Because if you don’t, then it isn’t worth the risk.”

Do I miss him?

“I mean, sure, there was a time in South Africa where I felt so alone that I did miss him. I didn’t have a lot of friends back home, and a lot of the friends I did have were also his friends. I felt too ashamed to see them again, so I used studying abroad as my way of starting over. After I got back, I looked for new friends and met you. But by then, I already had my decision, and I didn’t need him.”

"I think if there is a part of you that missed him at any point in time, then it would be worth hearing him out. It might give you some closure."

"Closure," you muse.

You had never thought about getting closure before. You only thought about telling him your side of the story and leaving it at that. Maybe closure would be a better option.

—--

“Thank you for reaching out to me. I can’t explain to you how much this chance means to me,” Yuta greets as soon as you sit across from him after ordering.

You smile softly. “So you are going to wear that stupid disguise the whole time, or are you worried that as soon as you take off your mask, you’ll be mobbed by crazed fans?”

He pauses, and for a second, you worry you’ve overstepped some invisible boundary. You don’t know why, but something about seeing him dress like that—like he’s the nation’s top celebrity—rubs you the wrong way. At least he doesn’t have his hood pulled up like the first day he came to my work.

Slowly, he takes off his mask, looking left and right. You roll your eyes at the action, thinking it to be ridiculous.

“See, not so bad, now is it?”

He chuckles, but you can tell his heart isn’t in it. “Yeah, sorry. I guess I am a little paranoid. It’s not like I’m an idol or anything. I’m just a soccer player. I don’t know when that stupid habit kicked in. I just know one day I felt nervous to leave the house without a mask on.”

You hum. “So now that my mind isn’t foggy from crying let’s have a conversation. I have some things I need to tell you, so let me do that, and then we can go from there, yeah?”

He eagerly nods his head, and you try not to let the hopeful look in his eyes spread to you.

“I thought about what you said, how you said you acted out of a place of fear, and I want to tell you that I already knew that. When you left, I made two decisions: one of which was that you are a coward. So that wasn’t new to me. I just never knew why. I mean, to me, you were always this perfect man. You always knew what to say, knew how to make me feel better. I mean, everyone loved you.” You pause, shaking your head. You need to stay on track. “Anyway, um, I just don’t know how to feel now that I know why you acted the way you did. I mean, yeah, if I were in your place, I don’t think I would have acted the way you did, but I can understand it. So where does that leave me now?”

A silence settles between you two, only breaking when the waitress sets the drinks down.

“You’re wrong,” he sighs, turning the cup in its place; inspecting it. “I don’t always know what to say. I know what I want to say, but it probably isn’t what I should say.”

“And what do you want to say?”

“I want to say all you’re left with is forgiveness. That you put aside any doubts you have about me, and we start over. But that’s selfish. You have every right to still be cautious? Is that the right word? Never mind, you still have a right to be anxious or whatever about trusting me. I would too. And I know this is hard, but believe me, I regret it. I regretted it as soon as the world cup was done, and I actually had the time to think. But I convinced myself it was for the best. That I was helping you in the long run.”

You nod your head, not knowing what to do with the new information. “Okay, I’m going to say something. And I don’t know what I hope to accomplish by saying this—frankly, I wouldn’t normally say something like this. But I already have a low opinion of you, so it’s not like it can get any worse right?”

He snorts, nodding his head. He doesn’t look hurt by your words, which does offer you some relief.

“Okay. I want to forgive you. There is some part of me that misses you and wants to see the boy I was proud to call my friend. Because now, I’m embarrassed to say I know you. I mean, I only told my best friend about you when you left that dumb note. But if I let you back into my life, what then? Yuta, I can’t take you backstabbing me again. And now that you’re an established soccer player, what is stopping you from changing your mind again? You thought you were too good for me before your success. I can’t imagine what you think of me now that I’m just a normal office worker. My question to you, what is stopping you from turning on me again?”

“As cliche as it sounds, I’ve changed. I never thought I was too good for you, not even when I said I was.” He pauses, taking a deep breath and averting his eyes. “I hate the me who said that to you. I don’t like to think of that time. It was supposed to be the best time of my life, and I hate it because you weren’t there. My best friend, the one who helped me when my parents couldn’t seem to put me first, wasn’t there because of me. You were meant to be there whenever we won because, without you, I know I wouldn’t have made it this far. I never said this to you y/n, and I should have said it a long time ago, but thank you. You kept me going in high school, kept me grounded. Soccer was always my dream not because I loved it like other players. Don’t get me wrong, I love the spot, and I love what I do. But I’m here,” he makes a vague gesture with his hands, “because I needed a way out. Soccer was my out. But then you gave me that bloody nose, and suddenly I didn’t need that out as much as I used to. I was able to love the sport again because you gave me something else to live for. I was miserable, and then there was you.”

He takes a deep breath, stopping to take a drink. You take this moment to study his face, his speech distracting you from actually looking at him. When you look at him, you’re reminded of the boy you met in high school. Things had changed when you got to college—he had perfected the art of being perfect. But right now, he is the same sad boy you met that morning while running late for school.

“And when I got that letter, I thought everything was going to change. Our lives were changed forever. I mean, I had my out. I didn’t need my mom and dad, and I could be my own person. I had received my chance to start over.” he smiles sadly, letting a few seconds of silence pass. “All that was left was you. You were the last reminder of who I used to be. The last reminder of the pathetic little boy who was stuck. But you were also the person I came to care the most about. I mean, I loved you. Part of me always will.”

The words suck the air out of you. When he came to your apartment, he told you he liked you. Once you had been able to process that, you had spent five minutes curled in a ball on the couch in shock. It had seemed impossible.

Now he was saying he loved you?

“You’re joking, right? Because I swear to god Yuta if this is just some sick joke-”

“It’s not,” he responds sternly. “You matter more to me than anyone I have ever met, and it’s about time I told you. But back on track. I looked at you, and I was struck with fear that all you would ever see me as was the sad boy who had nothing. And as much as I cared for you, that fear was too overwhelming. So I lashed out and told you whatever I needed to get you to leave. I was being selfish and, like you said, a coward. Long story short, you don’t have to worry about me backstabbing you because I’ve realized how much I missed you.”

You lock your eyes onto your cup. He spoke so surely about loving you it made you uneasy. In all your time knowing him, he had never spoken like this to you. The only thing that came close was when he first told you about becoming a soccer player. He had said so with such confidence like it was an obvious fact.

This is a different kind of confidence. It isn’t confidence that comes from being right, but confidence in himself. He sounded so sure of himself.

“Do you expect me to believe you?” you whisper.

His sad smile graces his face once again. “No.”

You clear your throat, leaning on the table. “I need some time, okay? I’ve thought about this conversion many times. And every time, I never expected you to still be perfect. I thought maybe you’d be angry, repeat the same things you said last time, or some mix. But you’ve proved me wrong, and I need time to adjust.”

He nods his head, the hopeful look returning to his eyes.

----

That night, you went against your better judgment and decided to eat the last of Emika’s ice cream. She would kill you tomorrow. Or whenever she found out, but you figured it is worth it. To put it simply, you are stressed.

Ever since you got home from meeting Yuta five hours ago, you couldn’t stop thinking about what he had told you. When you decided to never forgive him, it had been because you thought his cowardness steamed from a place of selfishness. Now though, he is telling you his cowardness stemmed from a place of genuine fear.

You couldn’t—and you don’t—fault him for that. You’re lucky to have two parents who showered you and your brother with love. You had seen other parents, ones that didn’t put their children first, through tv and movie portrayals, but you never thought they existed around you.

Until you met Yuta, you never thought about what it would be like to belong to parents like that. One night, sometime during your sophomore year, tried to imagine what it would be like to have one or both of your parents not devote themselves to you.

As you mindlessly spoon ice cream into your mouth, you try to think back to that feeling. You’ve never had the best imagination, but even with what you imagined for yourself that night, it had been lonely. It left you feeling hollow, and the first thing you did when you woke up was to hug your mom and dad. You couldn’t imagine growing up like that, something hollow feeling always lurking around the corner.

Sighing, you drop your spoon into the now empty container, reaching forward to grab your phone off the coffee table. You open your phone icon, scrolling until you find your brother’s contact. You check the time before pressing the call button, placing it on speaker as you move to lay across the couch.

“Hello?”

“Hey Hiromu, you’re off work, yeah?”

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“I’m having a bit of a dilemma and was hoping you could give me some advice?”

You hear him let out a soft oof, and you imagine he just fell onto his couch. “I’m all ears.”

“Remember Yuta?”

He snorts. “The jerk who left you once he made it to the big leagues? Yeah, what about him?”

You smile at your brother’s words, finding some comfort in them. “He left a note for me at mom and dad’s, and when I didn’t answer, he started showing up at my office. Then he even managed to find my apartment.”

“What does he want?”

“He said he wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize! Did you tell him he’s about, what, three years too late?”

You chuckle. “No, but, eventually, I did hear him out. He said he was scared of ending up like his parents.”

“Why was that even something he was worried about?”

You groan, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment. “Don’t make me say it. Tell me you’re smarter than that, Hiro.”

“I don’t know, man. I’m pretty dumb.”

“Fine, fine, but don’t make fun of me, okay? He said he liked me back then and was scared of turning into his parents, so he tried to push me away.”

“Why would I make fun of you for that?”

“I don’t know,” you cry. “Because you’re a bully? Now stop distracting me! But you remember how his parents were?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, and the line goes silent for a second before he clears his throat. “Yeah, I remember. Practically all your freshman year he ate dinner at our house because his parents were either arguing or ignoring each other to make him dinner. Mom told me that lasted the three years after I left. I can’t imagine what it was like to live like that. But that doesn’t excuse what he said to you, y/n. What he said was horrible.”

“And I know,” you agree, nodding your head in agreement. You sigh, picking up your phone to absent-mindedly check how long the call had been going for. “But doesn’t that count for something? And you should have heard him, Hiro. He sounded so sincere. Even when we were younger, I had never heard him talk like that. I think he really has changed. And the more I think about it, the more I don’t know how set I was on my whole ‘never forgiving’ him thing. I think- I think I was just really hurt that my best friend wanted to leave me.”

Again, the line falls silent. For a second, you’re worried you’ve said something to make him disappointed. When you told your brother what had happened, he had been just as upset as you. You looked out for each other, and him disliking Yuta was him looking out for you.

“As your brother, I don’t know how much unbiased advice I can give you. Frankly, I think you should never talk to him again because he doesn’t deserve you. But if this were one of my friends, I would say listen to what you want without being foolish. If you want to forgive him, but he hasn’t done anything to earn that forgiveness, then don’t do it. But if he has done enough to be forgiven, then you should. Do you think he has done enough to earn your forgiveness?”

You staring up at the ceiling. Has he done enough? “I don’t know. I mean, he sounded so sincere when he was talking to me. He was never pushy he even said he doesn’t expect me to forgive him. That means he means it, right? Plus, it’s not like he gains anything by apologizing to me. I would’ve been perfectly fine pretending I never knew him.”

He chuckles. “You know you’re doing the thing where you asked for my advice, but you secretly have an answer you want me to say.“

“I’m not doing that! There are plenty of reasons why I should never talk to him again.”

“Then how did you know I was talking about forgiving him?”

“Do you think you just did something cool don’t you?” You huff.

“But I am right, aren’t I?”

“No, no, you’re not. Because yes, I like the idea of forgiving him, but I feel like I shouldn’t. Feel like I’m making a fool of myself.”

He sighs. “As much as I dislike the guy, forgiving him won’t be making a fool of yourself. If anything, it would show that you’re better than him. More mature. But of course, you shouldn’t force yourself to forgive him. “

“You’re so unhelpful.”

“See! You wanted me to say you should forgive him!”

You let him continue bragging as his words sink in. Was that really why you called him? You had asked Emika earlier, and she more or less came to the same conclusion as your brother. That if he had done enough to apologize and you felt okay about it, you should forgive him.

“Ro,” you whine, rubbing your face with your hands. This is taking more effort out of you than you wanted to. “Yes, I want you to say I should forgive him, but I don’t know how that answer makes me feel. Because yeah, you can say it makes me more mature, but that doesn’t stop the fact that I feel like I’m betraying myself. I feel like if I forgive him, then I’m just telling him it’s okay for him to speak to me like that. But at the same time, I miss my friend. I miss the guy I spent countless nights with just talking. He made me feel, I don’t know, important.”

“I’ve already told you everything you need to know. If you think he has done enough, then you should apologize. You can even tell him that if he does anything to break that trust then you’re done. Do whatever makes you comfortable y/n. I trust your judgment. You’re smart.”

You smile softly. “Why do I feel like you’re making fun of me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re stupid?”

“Why did I even call you? I can think of a dozen other people who would talk nicer to me than you are right now.”

He laughs, and you smile at the sound. It’s been a long time since you’ve heard his laugh.

“Oh, I miss you, kid. Promise you’ll call again soon?”

You nod your head. “Only if you promise to visit sometime. It’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

“You got yourself a deal. Good night y/n, everything will work out, I promise.”

“Night, Hiromu.”

You smile to yourself, holding your phone to look at your brother’s contact. You truly have the best family anyone could ask for.

Your moment is cut short when you hear the front door open. You look towards the empty ice cream container, and as you hear Emika’s footsteps get closer, you feel your heart stop.

“What the hell is that?”

—

The first time you call, Yuta doesn’t answer. You leave a voice mail, mentally banging your head at how awkward you sound. Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t shake the feeling this was all a big trick. To get you to forgive him and then never talk to you again. Turn you into a laughing stock.

You spent the next hour bouncing between your puzzle and checking your phone. You would never admit it, but when the phone did finally ring, you practically jump to answer it.

“Hello?” You ask, despite knowing exactly who it was.

“Hey y/n, it’s Yuta. Sorry about that, there was a team meeting. You said you had something you wanted to say?”

You nervously bite your lip, suddenly second-guessing your choice. “Um yeah. Yeah, I do. Did you mean what you said to me in the coffee shop?”

“Yes,” he answers without hesitation. “All of it. And if you’re here to tell me that you don’t want to forgive me, then I respect your decision. Just know I wish you the best.”

“And- and if I say I want to forgive you, where do we go from there?”

After your question, your breath catches in your throat. Stupid! There are a thousand better wats you could have worded that and you chose-

“Well, and of course, we would go as fast or as slow as you want, but I’m thinking we meet up when we’re both in Japan? Which I will be for a long time, so there’s that. And maybe do what we used to do? Oh, but I guess that might be hard since we don’t live so close anymore. I don’t know, but I’ll do anything to make this work. I promise you won’t regret this y/n. I promise we can be happy.”

Something about the way he spoke made you feel fuzzy. Fuzzy feeling or not, you promised yourself you would lay down some ground rules. “Okay, okay, just wait. Because a lot has changed in these three years, so just hear me out.”

You wait for him to give you some sign of hearing you, in his case a small hum, before continuing.

“I still feel like I’m making a mistake by doing this. I mean, maybe this is just a reaction to the stress I’ve been under the past two weeks, and tomorrow I’ll wake up and kick myself for this. But I’m going to pretend that won’t happen and assume this won't backfire. Anyway, the point of saying that was so you know I'm still iffy about this and one wrong move on your part, and we're done for good. You got that?"

"Yeah, totally. Thank you again for giving me a second chance. This means more to me than you will ever know."

You hum, not sure how to respond. "So, is there something specific you think we should do? I mean, there is a lot to catch up on."

"Oh, I know! I have two tickets to the final match in like two weeks. Would you and a friend like to come? After you can come over to my place, and we can catch up."

"You guys made it to the finals?" You feel bad about the amount of shock in your voice, but you can't help it. With your newly fixed bond, it feels surreal to say you know a world cup finalist.

"Yes!" he laughs. "Do you really not pay attention to these kinds of things?"

"No, my roommate normally tells me about it, though, so I'm not sure why this is news to me. Maybe she forgot? Anyways, congratulations! You must be excited."

"Oh, I am. And knowing you're going to be there is even better. I-"

A voice in the background cuts him off, and you take the opportunity to get up and check your fridge. You don't make it far before Yuta is talking to you again.

"Hey, I have to go, but I'll text you? Let me know if I'm moving too fast or something. I'm just really excited to have you back."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your body. "Okay, have a nice day."

"You too."

---

“Have I mentioned how much I love your new friend?” Emika asks, shaking your arm excitedly before hugging it and sighing dreamily.

You laugh, prying her off your arm. “Yes, yes, you have. And you only like him because you got to see the match for free.”

“No, not just that. Have you seen him? He brightens the place up! You could do with some brightness.”

"Hey! I have plenty of bright in my life. Have you met Ko?"

"Yes, yes, I have met him. But you know what I mean."

You smile at her, shaking your head. "I'll see you when I get home?"

She nods her head. "Have fun! Tell him congratulations from me. Don't feel bad leaving if you get uncomfortable."

You nod your head, waving goodbye as you turn down a different street than your roommate. Looking down at your phone, you see that you'll be at his house in one train ride and a five-minute walk.

The time seemed too short. All that stands between you and the person you spent days avoiding are these two things? Just yesterday, you had been excited to see him again. Now, the excitement is split with anxiety. Anxiety about seeing him for an extended period of time, anxiety about running out of conversation, and anxiety about not meeting his expectations.

Before you know it, you're knocking on his apartment door. As soon as the door opens, Yuta pulls you into a tight hug, smiling widely.

“This has been the best day of my life. Thank you so much.”

You laugh, giving him a soft squeeze. The anxious feeling in your chest lessons, and you find it easier to breathe. “Yeah, world champs. Not too shabby of a day.”

He laughs. “I know, right! It’s everything I ever wanted. Thank you for being there today. It felt right winning with you there. I meant it when I said I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”

You smile awkwardly, not knowing what to do with all his attention on you. “Come on. You did all the work. Don’t sell yourself so short. Anyway, are you going to let me in?”

He laughs, taking a step back to let you in.

“So, how did you get those tickets so last minute?” you ask, pulling off your shoes.

“Every player gets some for family. Since I only have my parents listed, I only got the two.”

“Oh. Did your parents not want to come?”

His smile changes to a sad one, and you feel your heart drop. You just made up with the guy, and you’re asking about his parents? You open your mouth, filtering through different possibilities that could make it okay.

“No,” he clears his throat. “I don’t think they even know I get tickets for free. I just don’t want them there. Makes me feel sluggish.”

He talks about it in such a nonchalant way that your heart breaks. Thinking back to all his high school games, you can only think of a handful of times you saw both his parents there and a few occasions of just his dad.

“Yuta,” you start but quickly swallow the words as he waves a hand to dismiss it.

“It’s fine. They chose this a long time ago. I’d rather you and your friend be there.”

“Oh, believe me, she loves you for that. She says congratulations by the way,” you say, changing the topic. He visibly relaxes by the topic change and leads you to the couch.

“Yesterday, she gave me a crash course on all the players on your team. This morning, she even woke me up at five am! Five! Can you believe that? The match didn’t start until two pm,” you shake your head, ignoring his laughs.

“What did she say about me?”

“To be honest, it all went in one ear and out the other, but I do remember her saying you’re resilient. Did you really play with a mild concussion?”

He averts his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, that was something.”

“Are you dumb! That is serious. You shouldn’t do that.”

He laughs, his eyes crinkling with his smile. “I lived, so it’s okay. I took a break from practice and did nothing for two days. Perfectly fine now, see?”

He lightly knocks his fist against his head, and you lunge forward to grab his hand.

“Two days is not enough time to recover. What is wrong with you?” You throw his hand back at him.

“It’s been a year! I think my head is fine.”

“I don’t know. Heads are a big deal.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. A silence falls between you two, and you lean back into the couch, looking around the room.

“This is a nice place you got here, Yuta.”

“Oh!” You jump from the sudden outburst, and he jumps up from the couch. “I got something even better. Close your eyes.”

You give him a questioning look before closing your eyes. You hear him walk somewhere into his apartment accompanied by some other noises, one of which you identify as a drawer opening.

“Ta-da!”

You open your eyes, looking up at him, before clasping your hands to your mouth. In his hands, he held a tub of green tea ice cream and two spoons.

“Dude.”

He nods his head before taking his place back on the couch. “I know, right.”

“I haven’t had this in so long.”

“Me either,” he says, handing you a spoon before pulling off the lid and plastic covering.

“Is this,” you hesitate, turning the spoon around in your hands nervously. “Is this your first time eating it since the last time we were together.”

“Duh,” he says, holding out the bucket to you.

You laugh, dipping your spoon into the ice cream.

Before you met Yuta, you had never tried the flavor of ice cream. When you told him this, he had been horrified. He declared it was his favorite flavor of ice cream, and you needed to try some. So he dragged you to the nearest convenience store and bought you a pint.

After that, you kept a tub of it in your freezer for him. It became part of the routine; every Sunday night, you two would sit down and eat the ice cream while watching a movie. When you guys left for college and realized you wouldn’t be around each other as much, you made a pact that you couldn't eat green tea ice cream without the other. Even when he left, you kept to that promise. You tried once, thought it would help you get over the loss of a friend. In the end, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

“Me too.”

"So tell me about South Africa."

You look at him, your spoon frozen in midair. "How did you know?"

"You talked about it all the time. Did you end up going somewhere else?"

His answer paired with the genuine way he looked at you caught you off guard. You had come here with the expectation of starting over, of having to inform each other of the events missed. You even thought you would have the advantage given his major accomplishments were a simple web search away.

"Um, no, I went," you answer, still not over the surprise. "It was beautiful."

You spend the next few hours trading stories and reminiscing about your high school years. You learned about his teammates and the weird things they did between matches to pass the time. In turn, you told him about your work family and the crazy things Yoshi and Takahito would do if left alone for extended periods of time unchecked.

"Are you hungry?" Yuta asks, changing the topic for the hundredth time.

"Yeah, sure. Do you want to get take out?"

He sakes his head. "No, I have another surprise for you."

"Oh," you smile, pushing yourself up from the couch and following him to the kitchen. He gestures for you to take a seat at the small dining table as he walks over to the fridge. You smile as you see he already set out the chopsticks.

"You're not ready for this," Yuat says, opening the fridge and pulling out two soup bowls and two smaller bowls.

"I'll be the judge of that," you joke, watching as he first brings over the smaller bowls, placing one in front of you.

"It's hiyashi chuka!" He exclaims, placing one of the soup bowls in front of you.

"You made this?" you ask, looking up at him.

"Yep," he beams proudly, taking the seat across from you. "It's way overdue."

You stare down at the food, taking in how neatly the toppings are arranged on the noodles. Slowly, you grab the smaller bowl with the sauce and pour it over the contents.

"Do you not like hiyashi chuka anymore?" he questions softly.

"No, not at all. I'm just so happy."

He smiles, lightly clapping his hands. "Let's eat."

The dinner, like the previous hours, was spent with comfortable conversation. All the anxiety from before has completely disappeared, and you find yourself wishing for the night to never end.

Sadly, the night is over before you know it, and if you don't want Emika yelling at you for "breaking curfew," you have to leave.

"Well, Yuta, this has been really great. We have to do this again soon," you say, pulling your coat on.

“Definitely! I really can’t thank you enough for coming today. Do you want me to walk you home?”

You shake your head. “No, I’ll be fine. Thank you, though.”

“Alright. Well, text me when you get back, so I know you’re safe.”

You smile, taking one last minute to take in the moment. Every part of you wants to stay and talk to him all night. With a heavy sigh, you say your goodbye and turn to open the door.

Before you're able to leave, Yuta grabs your wrist. You blink at him a few times instead of voicing your confusion.

“Thank you.”

You smile at the sincerity in his voice. “I should be saying that to you! You cooked me a lovely meal.”

“Not for that,” he laughs, dropping your wrist. “Well, yes for that, but because you forgave me. I have big plans for us.”

You fail to stifle the wide smile that spreads across your face, feeling the same warmth as before spread through you. “I was hesitant at first, but I’m glad we’re talking too. This day has been the best thing to happen to me in a long time.”

He looks at you a moment longer; a soft smile spreads across his face.

"I promise you I'll work to be someone you're proud of."

You pull him into a hug, putting as much love into it as possible. "I'm already proud."

He pulls you in tighter, softly nuzzling his head into your neck. "Not as proud as me."

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PURE [3] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

A/N: Over 1 thousand notes. You guys are insane. I can’t see any other explanation.

Thank you so much for all the love and support under the previous parts, all those comments just absolutely made my day! I would never expect this story to receive such a positive feedback, which I’m extremely grateful for!

Anyway, I decided to add some additional plot to this story - mainly, the sudden criticism and hate directed on Y/N after the last Among Us stream. I thought it would make things more interesting.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the third part ^^

part 1

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part 5

PURE [3]

Y/N stared at her phone screen, reading through the latest tweets of her friends inviting their fans to watch their streams. It was Thursday evening and just as it was planned, everyone was getting ready for another game of Among Us. Just as she would do if it wasn’t for all those comments...

The last stream caused sudden, unexpected amounts of attention on her social media. She probably shouldn’t be that surprised by it, given the fact that by appearing in Sean’s and Felix’s videos she wasn’t all that strange to their fans. But people who watched Rae, Toast, or Corpse’s streams didn’t know her. And apparently, some of them weren’t that happy to see a new face among the group of well-known gamers.

She always tried to avoid the unnecessary spotlight as much as she could, preferring to stay hidden somewhere behind other, much more popular streamers. And it never bothered her. She was never one to enjoy too much attention anyway.

That’s why when she discovered how upset, or even angry, some people were when she played with all those famous streamers, she was quite shocked, to say the least.

Like all those comments under Poki’s tweet, in which she mentioned who’s gonna be playing this time...

“Duh, why’s that Y/N chick supposed to play with them again? There are at least hundreds of other, much more popular streamers I can think of who would be better than her.”

“Who the fuck is she anyway? Why’s she there?”

“lmao, some random girl who got lucky enough to know jacksepticeye. Don’t get why she’s playing with them though.”

“NOT HER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LAST TIME”

Sure, she wasn’t as famous as Felix, or Sean, or Rae, or anyone else for that matter. Her audience wasn’t very small, but it was nothing compared to the number of fans other YouTubers had. It was understandable that most people didn’t know who she was, and didn’t understand why she was there in the first place.

She was, in fact, just some random girl who was lucky to have Sean as her friend. But in a group of such great and well-known streamers, she definitely stood out like a sore thumb.

Y/N almost jumped in her seat when her phone beeped with a new message, Sean’s nickname showing up at the top of her screen.

Jackaboy: We’re starting in a few kiddo

Jackaboy: But join the call now so we can both make fun of Felix

After the last game, she was so excited and couldn’t wait for this evening. She looked forward to cooperating with Sykkuno again, to arguing with Toast, to laughing with Sean and Felix, to murdering other people with Corpse... Yet now, all this excitement seemed to vanish just like the mood to play, let alone talk with other people. They would surely see right through her and try to make her spill the beans, which would ruin the stream. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin their game.

Jackaboy: You there Y/N??

She sighed, thinking of some believable excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but her mind was flooded with all those comments and DMs she received over those past days, which expressed nothing but hatred towards her.

Y/N: I’m really sorry Sean, but I don’t think I will be joining you today... I don’t feel very well.

She waited for Sean’s reply impatiently, expecting him to send her some angry emoji or tell her to move her ass and join the discord call. What she didn’t expect though, was that he would facetime her.

Her first instinct was to throw her phone across the room as if it would make Sean stop calling. He wouldn’t stop unless she’d tell him the truth.

So she cleared her throat and plastered the widest smile on her face, before answering his call.

“Alright, what is going on?” Sean asked right away, staring at her with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t in his recording room, but in his kitchen, which meant that he left his stream to call her. “And please don’t tell me you’re sick cause I won’t believe it anyway. And neither will Pewds.”

“I’m tired, Sean... I was working late again and I really need to rest.” she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. She really didn’t want Sean to interrogate her now, not when his fans were waiting for him. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else though. Please tell the guys that I’m sorry”

“Y/N, c’mon, cut this bullshit. What’s wrong?” he asked softly, moving his phone closer to his face. “You know you’re a terrible liar, just tell me what happened. If you don’t wanna play then neither do I.”

“Sean, please don’t do it” she shook her head with a sigh. “Your fans are waiting for you, I’ll be fine.”

“Well they’re waiting for you too you dummy, I already promised them you’ll be playing with us tonight” he stated matter of factly, rolling his eyes. Y/N remained silent for a moment, and Sean suddenly furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes at her in a suspicious look. “Did someone tell you something rude last time we played? Who and what?”

“What? No, Sean, oh my God. Everyone was super nice, it has nothing to do with the last stream... not with you guys, at least.” she mumbled under her breath, dropping her eyes from Sean’s confused face.

“What do you mean not with you guys? Y/N, what the hell happened?” he demanded, slowly getting more and more worried. She wouldn’t tell him though, too scared that Sean would just laugh it off, even though he also sometimes had problems with dealing with hate. And just as if he was reading her mind, Sean sighed, his face softening in a sad smile. “You’ve read the comments, didn’t you?”

She felt so stupid for being so easily offended by comments of some random people on the Internet, that she just nodded her head meekly, still looking anywhere but at the man.

“Look kiddo... I’m not gonna tell you to get yourself together and just ignore them, cause it won’t help, and I know cause I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.” he chuckled to himself and continued “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be worrying yourself about people who don’t even know you. They don’t know you, Y/N, why would some complete stranger’s opinion matter to you?”

“They said I shouldn’t be playing with you guys... that I’m nothing but a burden and you should be playing with someone who’s at least recognizable.”

“Well excuse me Miss, last time I checked I could choose who the fuck I want to play with.” Sean scoffed, clearly irritated by such comments “You’re one of my best friends Y/N and I don’t give a fuck what some haters say. And neither should you.”

“Maybe you should just invite someone else... It would make everyone happy.” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Sean almost barked at her when he heard her words.

“I told you to cut that bullshit, Y/N! Everyone couldn’t wait for this game and now you wanna back out? C’mon, kid. Do you have any idea how heartbroken Sykkuno’s gonna be? When you left so quickly last time, he kept complaining that he has no one to team up with.” she couldn’t help but smile at that, letting out a tiny giggle. “And Corpse? Have you even seen his last tweet?”

“What? No, I- I don’t follow him...” she said, wondering what Sean was talking about. She quickly searched for Corpse on Twitter, still being on facetime with Sean, and her heart almost dropped when she saw the last tweet.

@.Corpse_Husband Really excited for tonight’s Among Us stream, 8PM PST.

Jacksepticeye

Valkyrae

Pewdiepie

Pokimane

Sykkuno

Disguised Toast

Logic

Mr Beast

and, hopefully, my partner in crime - Little Y/N

She stared at the screen with her eyes widened, and her lips corners curling up in a small, bashful smile. It was so nice of Corpse to mention her as well, especially with the nickname that he seemed to like so much since their last game.

“God, if you could see yourself right now. How’s it that my pep talk didn’t do shit, but Corpse’s tweet magically made you smile, ugh.” Sean reminded her of his presence, and she quickly returned to the call, trying to somehow control her burning cheeks.

“It’s not like that, Sean, I really appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up... I just didn’t expect your friends to like me...” she admitted quietly, and if Sean could, he would probably strangle her at that moment.

“I JUST TOLD YOU THAT SYKKUNO KEPT BUGGING ME ABOUT YOU FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS. YOU THINK HE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOU IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU?!”

“I just... what if they’re just being nice, but they don’t actually want me to play with them?”

“I’m done.” Sean groaned, shaking his head furiously. “Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do. You stay away from your phone, join the discord call, say hi to everyone, and we’re all gonna have fun, okay? If not, Pewds is gonna murder you, cause he was already growing impatient even before I called you.”

“I’m still not sure if that’s a good idea, Sean...”

“But I am sure, Y/N! Now come on, we’re playing in five. I’m telling everyone you’re joining as well.”

And before she could even reply, he hung up. Y/N groaned, rushing to her computer to turn it on. Now it would just be plain rude not to join the game, especially after Sean wasted his time talking with her, while he should be talking to his fans. Just as he suggested, she kept her phone far away from her desk, deciding to stay away from Twitter and all those comments for a bit. Maybe it would help her clear her mind and at least try to have some fun.

An invite to the group call was already waiting for her, along with a message from Sean with a code to the game. Y/N put her headphones on before joining the call and quickly typing in the code.

“... so let me repeat myself. I ALWAYS sound guilty, no matter what. Please, guys, don’t vote me out!”

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her lips when the first thing she heard after joining the call was Felix’s pleading voice. Clearly, he was already trying to save his own ass even before the game began.

Y/N could hear Sean’s loud voice as he commented on Felix’s plea with some snarky remark, later also catching the sounds of Rae’s laughter. Everyone was already there, they’ve been clearly waiting for her to join.

“Hey, look who’s finally here! Hi Y/N!” Poki noticed her presence first.

“Hello everyone” Y/N said, as shy and quiet as usual.

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so great to see you again, I was worried you weren’t joining us tonight” Sykkuno said, a pout clear in his voice.

“WELL ABOUT DAMN TIME” Felix all but yelled, making her roll her eyes with a smile. “What did I tell you about being late?!”

“Give her a break Felix, her mic wasn’t working again... Luckily, I was there to save the damsel in distress” Sean said, and even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N was almost certain that he was smirking.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry guys to have kept you waiting so long...” Y/N said, feeling genuinely bad. Maybe Sean was right after all? They could have just invited someone else, and yet they decided to wait for her.

“It’s okay, you’re here now and it’s all that matters” a deep voice sounded out, and whether she liked it or not, Y/N grinned like an idiot with a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Shit, here we go again...” Felix sighed, making everyone else laugh. Y/N bit at her lower lip, feeling her heart thump in her chest as she felt a sudden wave of courage, deciding to speak up despite her initial shyness:

“Well... I couldn’t just leave my partner in crime alone, right?” she asked, and she could swear she heard Corpse stutter as if he completely didn’t expect her to say that.

“Ah yes, after all, killing wouldn’t be the same without her, right Corpse?” Toast teased, repeating Corpse’s words from the last stream. Everyone in the call laughed, Y/N included. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, even though just mere minutes ago she was on the verge of crying. “It’s good to have you here, Y/N/N. Maybe I’ll actually get a chance to finally kill you this time.”

“Jesus Christ, Toast. You sound like a psychopath. Hey, I’m happy you’re here, lemme stab you in the back, please?” someone whose nickname was MrBeast spoke up with a chuckle, before directing his next words to Y/N “I believe we haven’t played together before, I’m Mr Beast, it’s really nice to meet you Y/N”

“Yeah, pleased to meet you!” another player, Logic, spoke up “I also didn’t have a chance to play with you yet, but I’ve seen Sean’s last stream... Let me just say, that Toast murder was absolutely perfect!”

“Wow. And here I almost managed to block it out. I’m fucking traumatized Y/N, you should be ashamed of yourself” Toast scoffed over Felix’s laughter.

“You should be proud of yourself!” Sean interfered “Just so you know lads, Y/N may seem like a little angel, but she’s a little demon. You’ve been warned.”

“Yeah, she’ll charm you with her voice only to snap your neck next second.” Felix scoffed.

“Just like she did with Corpse!”

“Charm?!” Y/N gasped, her cheeks burning.

“I don’t recall Y/N killing me...” Corpse said in his low voice.

“I love how that’s the only thing he denied” Poki pointed out in a teasing voice, which only made Y/N sink further into her chair.

“Can we please start the game now?” she asked in a pleading voice, hoping that everyone would stop making fun of Corpse and her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt, for some reason being the target of their jokes... They must’ve made him feel awkward, right?

“Jack, did you tell Y/N how we’re playing tonight?” Sykkuno asked, and she sighed in relief that they dropped the jokes.

“Oh, right! So there’s this mod called proximity chat, where we’re able to hear each other as we pass by another person, and it seems quite fun so that’s what we decided to try out tonight.” Sean explained to Y/N, and before she could ask another question, he added “I’ve just sent you the link, it’ll take a minute to install it.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you Sean” Y/N said, before downloading the mod and quickly installing it. When everything was set and ready, she pulled up Among Us again and typed in the code, and the game finally began.

“Woah”

“Holy shit!”

“Guys this is so cool!” Sykkuno exclaimed, his voice so happy and excited that Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.

“Okay, I’m scared now. I feel like encounters with Imposter are just gonna be perfectly cut screams” Felix chuckled, as they left the dropship and moved down the map. That’s when Y/N gasped in surprise, upon seeing the locations completely different than those she was used to.

“Wait- is that a different map?” she asked through her mic, hearing Toast’s distanced, devilish laugh. There was only Rae and Sykkuno beside her, as everyone else have already split up to do their tasks.

“Oh yeah, that’s Polus, it’s much more fun than the one we were playing in last time.” Rae explained happily and Y/N groaned. She didn’t know that map.

“Great. I don’t even know how am I supposed to do tasks in here...”

“Oh, it’s not that hard. They’re in most cases similar to those you already know, they only look a little bit different.” Sykkuno said in his kind voice, before asking “Do you want to team up again, Y/N?”

“I thought you would never ask Sykkuno” Rae chuckled under her breath.

“Yeah, that would be great! I need someone to show me around” she smiled. The trio finally moved from their spot beside the dropship and went to the left where, as Y/N later realized, was electrical. She quickly did her task in there, being under the watchful eyes of both Sykkuno and Rae.

Before the latter could do his own task, the first body was reported.

“The body is in the lab” Felix said, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw that it was Toast who was murdered first. One less person to accuse her or try to frame her, if he was the Imposter.

“I just ran towards the lab from the left side, I only saw Poki on my way there” Corpse said right away, and the accused girl was quick to try and defend herself:

“Okay, I wasn’t in the lab, I was doing that engines task which is next to the lab.”

“Did you see someone else there?” Jack questioned.

“Nope, just me and the engines.”

“Okay. Sykkuno, where are you?” the lime astronaut was next on Jack’s list of suspects, which made Sykkuno groan.

“Why do you sound so suspicious right away?” he asked in disbelief, causing the rest to giggle “I was with Y/N and Rae all this time, we were all doing our tasks in electrical.”

“Is that true Y/N?”

“Yes Sean, that is true” she rolled her eyes with a laugh “I don’t even know this map, I have to stick with someone so I don’t end up like Toast.”

“Alright, what about rest? Logic? I think I saw you in admin but then you disappeared somewhere.” Felix said.

“Yeah I’m with Mr Beast in the office”

“That’s right” Mr Beast confirmed, which didn’t bring anything new to the investigation, so everyone decided to skip.

“Wo- Okay where are we now?” Y/N asked in surprise, when the new round began in some completely new place Sykkuno didn’t manage to show her yet. She could hear as Corpse laughed at her shocked voice, which made her smile widely.

“Yeah, I’m also not used to this new map yet” he admitted, his black astronaut walking up to her white one “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

“Sure!”

*Meanwhile Sykkuno*

“Okay this is bad guys, we lost Y/N” Sykkuno said to his mic, running around the map to find the girl he was earlier teamed up with. “I thought she followed us when the new round began, but she must’ve gone the other way... What if she’s dead already? Not good, not good...”

"Woah! This looks amazing! Is there some task here as well?”

“Yes, there’s temperature recording right here” Corpse said, standing by the lava pit, watching as Y/N’s character ran back and forth over the pool of lava.

“I wonder if you could jump into it. What do you think, Corpse?” she asked curiously, standing close to the edge.

“Not that I’m aware of it...” he mumbled coming closer to the edge as well “Why would you jump into it?” he asked with a half-smile on his face.

“So Felix can’t stab me in the back.” she whispered, even though there was no one around them.

“You think it’s him?” Corpse mirrored her voice, and she hummed in response “Why?”

“He’s constantly suspicious of everyone, last time we played he also kept interrogating us all, without even telling his own location.” she stated as if it was very obvious. Corpse couldn’t help but let out a laugh “What? Why are you laughing at me?”

“Not at you, Y/N. I’m just impressed by your investigation skills” he admitted “In that case, we better both jump in. Felix likes to frame other people.”

“You wanna jump into the lava with me?”

“Sure I do.”

“There you are!” Sykkuno’s lime astronaut came out of nowhere, followed by Mr Beast. Two of them walked up to Y/N and Corpse, and before the latter could even say anything, Mr Beast snapped Y/N’s neck.

“WAIT, NO-”

“OH GOD, OH GOD” Sykkuno yelled in panic.

“KILL HIM CORPSE” Mr Beast screamed, frantically running around.

“What the heck?” Y/N stared at her screen in shock, her dead body laying over the lava pit. Mr Beast had already fled to the left, leaving her, Sykkuno and Corpse standing between two of them. None of them said anything for a moment before the black astronaut finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N” he kept repeating, regret clear in his voice. “And Sykkuno, I- I can’t even express how-”

He was cut off by Felix’s scream, who reported the bodies before Corpse could kill him as well.

“IT’S CORPSE ALRIGHT” Felix yelled right away “HE’S STANDING OVER Y/N AND SYKKUNO, HE HAS THEIR BLOOD ON HIS HANDS”

“That is- I did not kill them” Corpse replied, calm as ever, as opposed to his frantic apologies.

“Then why were you standing there?! Without reporting the bodies?!”

“I was... mourning their death.” he replied, which caused the whole group to burst out laughing. “Seriously guys, you think I would murder Sykkuno? And Y/N? I would never even think of hurting them.”

“The simp is strong, we get it, but it doesn’t really save your situation” Rae laughed.

“Let’s kick him out guys, he can’t even defend himself” Sean chuckled, and everyone else didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Y/N watched as Corpse’s black astronaut was thrown into the lava pit... Oh, the irony...

The game continued with her wandering around the map, doing the rest of her tasks to at least support somehow her fellow crewmates. She stumbled upon Corpse’s ghost at some point and laughed wholeheartedly when he started circling her little character in something she read as an attempt to apologize.

A little while later another body was reported, this time it was Felix who lost his life. Y/N didn’t really focus on the conversation this time, glancing at her phone instead. There was this urge to reach for it and check how people reacted to her joining the game, but she kept repeating Sean’s words in her head. There was no point in worrying about the opinion of somebody who doesn’t even know her... or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself to think.

Her attention was brought back to the game when she heard the sound of a new message from someone who was also dead. She clicked on the chat, seeing that it was one of the Impostors.

Corpse: :(

Corpse: I’m sorry

Y/N thought it was sweet of him to apologize for it, even though it was his main goal to murder everyone after all. She believed he was genuinely sorry for it, just like she was each time she was an Impostor and had to kill somebody.

Sykkuno: Welcome to the afterlife, Corpse!

She laughed at Sykkuno’s constant happiness, which was evident even in his messages, before typing one as well:

Y/N: We’re all corpse here

Sykkuno: Oh, so it means we’re all really cool then ^^

Y/N: Fair point

Corpse: See Y/N

Corpse: I told you I would jump into the lava for you

Y/N: You didn’t exactly jump...

Corpse: :(

Y/N: But let’s say it counts as well :)

Corpse: :)

Before they knew, the voting ended. Mr Beast was thrown into the lava, which ultimately lead to the victory of crewmates. Y/N cheered happily, when the blue sign appeared on her screen, right above everyone else who was innocent.

“Yaaay, the first time I wasn’t killed in the first game!” Sean announced enthusiastically, his astronaut running around the dropship.

“Yeah, and the first time it went so fast...”

“Right? Corpse, I’m disappointed in you. What happened to the King of Impostors?” Rae asked.

“Well.. no matter how good you are, you can’t always win, right?” Corpse replied calmly.

“Hmm, you seemed kinda absent-minded during the game, though...” Poki suggested with a smirk hiding in her voice, and Rae was very quick to pick on it.

“Oh, you’ve noticed that too? Almost as if he was distracted by something”

“I don’t know what are you talking about” he chuckled nervously, and Y/N just sat in her chair confused about what was going on. “Anyway, who’s up for another round?”

“Yeah, I have an idea” Sean said, effectively shutting everyone up “What if we play something along the lines of hide and seek? Let’s have one impostor, and everyone else needs to get their tasks done before he finds them.”

“That is...” Felix took in a dramatic breath “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD ABOUT”

“Yeah, I think it will be fun” Sykkuno replied.

“It sounds really cool, but let’s maybe tell who’s the impostor? I think it would be more fair” Rae suggested.

“I think it’s a good idea” Sean concluded, before changing the settings for one impostor only. Y/N waited patiently for the game to begin, and when she saw that she was a crewmate again, she sighed in relief. Only to gasp in a panic a second later...

“It’s me.”

Everyone stumbled out of the dropship as Corpse admitted that he’s the impostor. It seemed that knowing exactly who can murder everyone made the whole game a little bit terrifying...

“I don’t know where the heck I’m going” Y/N mumbled to herself with a nervous laugh when instead of doing her tasks, she searched for the perfect place to hide. When she entered security, she spotted Mr Beast fixing the wires, so she decided to join him.

“OH SHIT- god damn it, you scared me to death!” he all but yelled when she appeared next to him, doing her tasks.

“Sorry” she giggled, quickly finishing the wires, before speeding out of the room. On her way to weapons, she stumbled across Felix’s dead body, and could hear some screaming in the background... but didn’t recognize who was murdered next.

Y/N managed to do most of her tasks without meeting Corpse, whom she hoped not to see probably for the first time since they played together. She was just leaving decontamination when she heard Sean’s panicked laughter:

“...tee, bitches love me?”

“Wrong.” Corpse’s voice almost made her squeak in surprise, only to really scream when he suddenly snapped Sean’s neck.

“Retreat, retreat!” Y/N laughed as she sped past oblivious Rae and Logic, Corpse hot on her tail. She quickly returned to the decontamination room, hoping to flee from her inevitable death, when Corpse’s black astronaut walked in, and the door closed.

“Please don’t kill me” she chuckled, even though there was no hope for her.

“Finish my lyrics, and I’ll let you live...” he began, and Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion “ I spilt wine...”

“Wait- what lyrics? You sing?” she asked, completely dumbfounded. Corpse was silent for a moment as if he didn’t understand her, before bursting out laughing “What’s so funny again? Corpse, come on!”

“Yes, Y/N, I do sing, I was actually hoping you’ve heard some of my songs...” he admitted, still chuckling to himself. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Oh- I- I didn’t, I-... but I will, okay? I’ll do it right away!” she promised, quickly jumping up to grab her phone and listen to Corpse’s song. She was genuinely shocked, she would never expect him to sing!

She unlocked her phone with a wide, somehow nervous smile on her face, which, however, dropped the moment she saw her notifications. Hundreds of notifications.

“You there, Y/N?” Corpse’s voice reached her after a moment, when she still didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her screen. “I hope my music isn’t so bad that you passed out from listening to it...”

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her phone gripped tightly in her shaking hands.

“Um, Y/N?” his voice became more worried now “Is everything okay?”

Y/N cleared her throat and quickly wiped her eyes, closing them for a moment to steady her breathing.

“Yeah, all good Corpse” she forced herself to smile, so her voice wouldn’t sound weird. “Look, um, I need to leave, can you tell the others bye from me?”

“Is something wrong?” Corpse asked confused.

“No, of course not!” she laughed through her tears “Something just came up and I really need to leave.”

“You sure you’re-”

“Bye Corpse. It was nice playing with you.”

A/N: I hope you guys are not too disappointed in me... It didn’t turn out as I initially thought it would. Isn’t it too dramatic? And is this hate plot fine? Or is it not? What do guys you think?

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Happier

(inspired by happier by Olivia Rodrigo)

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I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Part 1: Drivers License

Part 2: Deja Vu

A/N: I edited the original lyrics to match the POV :)

Harry had come up with a thousand scenarios of how this day would play out. Actually, he’d been thinking of this day since the moment he’d received the news. He didn’t dare to hope that she’d say yes to coming back for a sequel. He’d been sure that they would write her character off, give a lame excuse for how his love interest could not make a return and make his character forget about her completely to move on with a new girl in town. It would have been great if it was that easy in real life. Once someone was written off the script, they were gone for good. Real-life relationships were not that simple. Goodbye didn’t mean ‘never see you again’. You would still share the same friend circle and social bubbles, and it was worse when you two worked in the same industry. Harry didn’t know how he’d lasted a year without running into her, not since the Grammys.

“Didn’t you two date?”

“No.” Harry shook his head, but his eyes stayed glued on Y/N from across the room. She wasn’t looking his way, too busy saying hello to everyone else. “No,” he repeated, more to himself than to his co-star. “We didn’t.”

“But she wrote an entire album about you,” said the other twin. What was her name again? Lulu?

“Luna!” cried her sister, Lex. “You can’t ask him that!”

“No, it’s okay,” Harry said with a tight smile, slightly annoyed by the blonde twins, but he didn’t want to seem like an ass on the first day of filming. “And I don’t know if it was for me. You should ask Y/N.”

“Ask me what?”

Harry flinched when he looked up and saw Y/N padding towards them. She hugged the twins, who seemed way too excited. Harry guessed they were Y/N’s fans. They gave off crazy fangirl vibes, probably just pretending not to know the drama to interrogate him. He couldn’t blame them for assuming he was the villain and definitely could not blame Y/N for portraying him as one. It was more important that he knew who he was and how much he had changed since his last relationship. Maybe they could finally be friends.

“Were they bothering you?” Y/N asked him once the twins had left.

Harry nodded. “They’re your friends?”

“Oh, I met them last year on tour. I’m surprised you don’t know them. They were on Disney.”

“I don’t watch Disney,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Well, not today’s Disney.”

“Understandable.” Y/N nodded and bit her lip. She seemed guarded with her straight back and hands hidden behind her. She eyed him up and down, quite subtle yet noticeable. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” he said, nodding slowly. “You?”

“Yeah, but mostly tired because of tour.”

“You’re done?”

“Yup, last night was the last show.”

“Nice.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Nice?”

Harry blinked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Y/N giggled. “You still sound very...you.”

“Well, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, you should. But it’s been a year so…I mean, you haven’t changed much.”

“Right,” he said lowly, his eyes falling to his feet. Harry supposed he should say something else, perhaps bringing up another random topic to discuss, but all he could think about was what had happened between them. Things had been messy, hadn’t they? How could they go back to before that? Before her first song about him. Before he’d chosen someone else over her.

Or he could talk about her new relationship. She’d been in a happy relationship for almost six months, right? No wait, hadn’t they broke up two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure because he hadn’t been catching up. If they’d broken up, he’d sound like an ass to even mention her ex’s name. He should just stay quiet.

“I’ll see you later?” she said, gesturing at her stylist who was waiting by the door.

Harry could ask her right now -- the reason she’d agreed to film the sequel to their first movie together. He’d heard from a very reliable source that she’d specifically asked her agent to decline any project that he was in. So did this mean they were good? That she didn’t hate him anymore? He could have gathered his courage and got the answer right then…

“Yeah, see you.”

...but he didn’t.

And so she gave him a smile and a little wave, then happily returned to her stylist.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

“See you, Annie!” Y/N said as she put the rest of her things into her tote bag. Her new driver had got her schedule mixed up, and so she had to wait here for another half an hour. She was in no rush. It had been a light first day, and she’d had a fun time getting to know the new cast members and catching up with old friends.

She sat on the sofa in the lobby, legs crossed, texting her best friend about her day. She’d purposely left out the short off-screen conversation with Harry, and her best friend didn’t even bother to ask. In their world, he didn’t exist, and his name was censored in every conversation like a curse word that was even worse than ‘cunt’. Nevertheless, she didn’t hate him anymore. She was doing just fine on her own, being busy with her career, and she’d been in a happy relationship after her fall out with him.

She and the guy, a model, had broken up two weeks ago due to long distance and some differences that they could not change. They had ended on good terms and decided to stay friends. They said you could only stay friends with your ex when you still had feelings for each other, or you had never loved each other that much in the first place. For her, it was probably the latter. Her previous relationship had been more platonic than romantic, apparently. So she had nothing but the best to say about him.

As she was going through her camera roll, just reminiscing about the past, she heard footsteps approaching and looked up to find Harry. He offered a smile and gestured to the spot beside her on the sofa. “May I sit here? My ride is late.”

“Yeah, sure.” She hurriedly scooted over.

“Good job today,” he said. “You were great.”

“Thanks, so were you.” She smiled, and they both looked away at the same time. This was so awkward. She hated small talk. She’d never had to have small talk with Harry. Conversations with him used to be so easy and natural and silly. Whatever this was, it wasn’t them.

“Can we just be normal?”

At first, Y/N thought she’d been the one who’d said it, so when she realised it’d been Harry, she was speechless.

He swallowed and sat a bit straighter, still not looking at her. “I don’t want us to be weird and awkward.”

“Okay,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Wanna try again?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, not to sound like an ass but when Joey kept forgetting his lines, I was so pissed off, I could throw a chair at the wall.”

“Right?!” exclaimed Y/N, feeling free to have finally broken out of her shell. “Like, he doesn’t even have many lines. I know he’s new but damn...you can’t get far if you don’t learn your goddamn lines.”

Harry shook with laughter. “Oh God, we sound like dicks, don’t we?”

“Maybe.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth. “But you know what? We can’t be nice in this industry. It’s impossible.”

“Shhh, if someone heard this, we would be into big trouble.”

“Oh please, I’ve had worse articles written about me than ‘Y/N speaks facts about her lazy co-star’.”

Harry tossed his head back and cackled. “The worst one I’ve got this week was ‘Harry Styles hates therapists.’”

“What?!” Y/N gasped. “No way! That’s so stupid!”

“Right?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I could get all my therapists to speak up for me but I’m kinda immune to bullshit now.”

“Therapists? Like plural?”

“Yeah, one in every city.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Y/N rubbed her hands onto her legs. “Rough year?”

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. “You have no idea.” Then he swept his hair out of his eyes, sucked in a breath, and finally looked at her. “I wish I could have talked to you, though.”

She bit her tongue, knowing what she was about to say next would disappoint her best friend so much, but she had to. “So do I.”

Harry looked taken aback before his lips curled into a smile. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I haven’t talked to you in a year, and I feel like I know everything that’s happened to you except that I don’t.”

What he’d just said might make no sense for most people, but Y/N knew exactly what he meant. She nodded and wetted her lip. “You only know as much as everyone else does.”

“Yeah, I got updates on you from the news and our friends.”

“Same.” Y/N smiled back. “I hate how they write articles about your new haircut but not mine.”

“I like your new hair colour.”

“Thanks. I like your new car.”

Then they both burst out laughing. It was fun and also a little bit strange that Y/N didn’t feel the same anxiety talking to him as she used to. It must be because they had grown and were now meeting again as better people.

“Damn, my ride's here,” Y/N said as she read the text from her driver. “I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry stood up and followed Y/N to the entrance. “Hey, just wondering--”

“Yeah?”

“Am I...am I still blocked?” He looked a bit flustered as she tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “On your phone. Because I remember you having my number blocked--”

“I unblocked you on your birthday.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Y/N shrugged. “I should’ve sent you a happy birthday text but...I didn’t want your girlfriend to get the wrong ideas.”

“My ex.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They smiled at each other one last time before saying goodbye. Y/N knew it was silly, but she was hoping he would go after her.

Ding.

A notification popped up when she was in the car. She was almost home, and it was from Harry’s number. He’d sent her a link with a message that said, “Hope you like it :)”.

Curious, she tapped on it and was directed to an audio file titled ‘Track 5’. The upload date was last year. About two weeks after their short conversation at the Grammys.

Hurriedly, she fumbled inside her bag for her iPods and put it on before she pressed play.

“Hey, Jeff, I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this song. Listen and let me know if it should go on the album.”

Then came the piano intro. It sounded good, so Y/N wondered how it hadn’t ended up on his last album.

But when he started to sing...

We ended a while ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more guy who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But he’s so nice, he’s so funny Does he mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And does he tell you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? An eternal love bullshit he might not even mean Remember when you were with me I meant it when you heard it first from me

And now I'm pickin' him apart Like cuttin' him down will make you miss my wretched heart But he’s charming, he looks kind He probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love him, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on him I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The song was for her. He’d written it when her new relationship had gone public. Y/N sat there, staring blankly ahead until the honking of a car tore open her inner peace, and reality came crashing back in. The driver dropped her off at her house. Instead of going inside, she stood on her front steps and replayed the song one more time. When it ended, she decided to text him: Why didn’t this make it to the album?

She didn’t know where he was now, but it showed ‘typing’ in less than a second, as if he’d been waiting in their chat since he’d sent that link.

You would’ve hated me, Y/N.

True, she replied. Still, I would’ve loved the song lowkey. And added, I love it btw.

He took so long to type that it was driving her crazy. She flopped down on the concrete stair with her phone clutched in her hands, her heart thundering against her ribcage. Anxiety popped like a balloon when his message appeared: Were you happier?

She reread it again and again.

No.

I wasn’t either, he responded. I kept getting deja vu.

Ha, nice reference.

That song is my guilty pleasure. Love listening to you roasting me on loop.

That last message made Y/N bury her face into her palm and giggle like a fool. She thought for a second and wrote: I could come roast you in person now if that’s what you prefer. I think we’ve never had a proper roasting.

Can we meet, Y/N? Or are you busy now?

No, not busy.

Great, I’ll pick you up.

Just tell me where, she responded with a smile on her face. I got my drivers license now :)

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fortheloveofwonderland · 4 years ago

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Sixty Six Percent [Spencer x fem! Reader]

A/N - This is for my “girls night out” square on my CM bingo card for @cmbingo, which you can find the masterlist for here. Also loosely based off this prompt I’ve been wanting to write for a while - Our best friends are that awful “cute” couple that make out in public and call each other “sweetie” and “sugar” and god they’re awful, let’s talk about how awful they are – develops into “oh we’re that awful couple now”. Includes some Galvez and is set circa season 14 ish. Bottom right image taken from Kirsten’s Instagram.

CW - not much really - just drinking and fluff.

In which girls night takes an unexpected turn when it coincides with boys night.

WC: 2.2K

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Western’s bar in DC on a Friday night had been a must for girls night out. It was known for its cheap drinks, loud music and packed dance floor. Everything you and the girls were looking for.

When your closest friends worked for the FBI, arranging girls night was always a near impossible feat. You’d lost count of how many times Penelope, Emily, JJ and Tara had to bail on your plans because another case had come up.

You understood, you’d been best friends with Penelope for years now and you appreciated their schedules were hectic but you were always left downtrodden when they’d had to cancel again.

But finally after weeks of cancellations and rescheduling, tonight they had been free for girls night.

Shots were flowing and you all showed off your moves on the dance floor. You and Tara being the only single ones of the group danced with a few men but it was all harmless flirting, nothing serious.

You weren’t looking to take someone home tonight.

It was nearing midnight and you had all taken a break from dancing to rehydrate with vodka. You noticed Penelope’s eyes shift away from the girls across the room and her perfectly sculpted eyebrows knitted together.

“What is it, Pen?” You asked her, having to speak loudly to be heard over the music.

“We can’t just have one night.” She rolled her eyes but then her face broke out into a large smile. “Excuse me.” And with that she sauntered off.

Your gaze followed where she had gone to see her throwing herself into the arms of her boyfriend, Luke Alvez.

You chuckled to yourself, nudging Emily in the arm.

“They just can’t stay away from each other can they?” You laughed.

“It’s disgusting really.” Emily also laughed.

“Looks like they're having a boys night. We should probably go and say hi.” JJ shrugged.

“I suppose it would be rude not to.” Tara agreed.

The four of you followed in Penelope’s footsteps across the room. You’d met most of the team over the years thanks to Penelope and you said your hellos to Luke, Rossi and Matt.

The last man you came to had incredible hazel eyes, which even in the dim lighting of the bar you could see were flecked with gold. He had a light stubble on his cheeks and untamed curls you had a sudden desire to run your fingers through.

Spencer Reid, you assumed. You’d heard of him countless times but for whatever reason the two of you had never met. You got the impression he avoided social situations in lieu of more academic pursuits.

You’d heard stories of his time in prison and looking at him now it struck you that there was a hint of sadness in those hazel eyes and you assumed that must be why.

“You must be Spencer.” You smiled a little shyly at him. You had no idea he’d be so attractive. “I’m Y/N.”

He smiled at you but you noticed it was stifled. Like he knew the fact you knew his name meant you knew what had happened to him.

“Yes, I’m Spencer. I’ve heard a lot about you Y/N, I can’t believe we’ve never met before.” Despite the sadness about him, his eyes seemed to sparkle as they looked at you and it made you feel hot under the collar.

“Me either.” You couldn’t help but beam, had Penelope been hiding him from you? He was just your type.

You turned to look at your friends briefly but were surprised to find them gone. Tara, Emily, JJ and Matt were now dancing in the middle of the floor while Rossi propped up the bar, sipping his single malt.

A few feet from where you were standing with Spencer, Luke and Penelope were swapping saliva in an extremely NC-17 fashion.

He had his hands on her voluptuous backside and her fingers were clawing at his shirt.

“Are they always like this?” You turned back to Spencer with a grimace.

He shrugged.

“Not always but often enough not to be phased by it anymore.” He chucked a little.

“Young love.” You laughed too.

“They’re actually pretty cute when they aren’t pushing the boundaries of public displays of affection.”

“Pen always refers to him as bunny, it makes me sick.” You laughed harder.

“Oh gosh.” Spencer pulled a face. “They flirt over the phone on cases all the time. It takes forever to get an answer out of Garcia because they have to flirt in every single call.”

“I bet he hasn’t described to you their sex life in graphic detail. Because Penelope has.” You shudder a little. “I know more about Luke’s anatomy than I ever needed to know.”

“That’s...that’s unfortunate.” Spencer laughed.

“Yeah that’s one way to put it.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” His smile was much less sad now, and more genuine as he looked at you. The way he was smiling at you made you feel weak.

“That would be really nice.” You nodded.

You followed Spencer to the bar where he ordered you both a drink and paid. He then led you over to a small booth away from the chaos where you sat next to him to allow you to be able to converse over the music. At least that’s what you told yourself.

It had nothing to do with the fact you wanted to be close to him. Absolutely nothing.

“One time we were on a case in Boston and I called Garcia and for whatever reason she thought I was Luke and she started graphically describing what she was going to do to me, Luke when I got home. It was...disturbing to say the least.”

“Oh wow. That sounds...horrible.” You laughed.

“I’ve not been able to properly look her in the eye since.” Spencer pulled a face.

“They are the definition of sickening. But they’re happy. I guess that’s all that matters.” You shrugged, sipping your drink. “They’re lucky, one night stands have never worked out that well for me.”

“No?” Spencer looked inquisitive. “I’ve never had one.”

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “I thought everyone had had at least one.”

“Statistically only sixty six percent of American’s have had a one night stand before.”

“I forgot Penelope told me you were a genius.” You laughed again. “That’s a surprisingly low number.”

“It’s still over two hundred and sixteen million people.” he didn’t even look as though he had to think to know something like that. You were impressed and felt slightly inadequate in comparison to him.

“Oh, in that case I suppose it is a lot.” you didn’t really know what you could say to that. “Can I ask why you’ve never had a one night stand?”

Spencer contemplated his answer this time. Facts and statistics rolled off his tongue but when he had to speak of personal things it often took him a moment to find the right thing to say.

“I suppose I’m a romantic at heart. One night stands seem kind of...disheartening to me. I’m not saying never but I’ve never felt the need thus far in my life.”

“See I don’t agree.” you turned in your seat so you could look at him properly. This close you could really see his incredible bone structure, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. You wanted to run your fingertips over the delicate curves of his face, kiss the stubble on his soft skin and make your way to those plump lips of his. “Being single is hard, especially when your best friend is Penelope who is and is all loved up with Alvez. One night stands provide a little solace from the loneliness I guess.” you shrugged, trying not to sound like you were throwing a pity party for yourself.

“But isn’t it just lonely all over again when it's over?” Spencer leaned closer to you and your eyes were fixated on his lips.

“I don’t know.” mirroring him, you leaned closer. “We could always find out.” you smirked at him. You had just met him and you knew being so brazenly flirtatious could be dangerous territory. But you’d gone all these years without ever crossing paths so you supposed if this went south and Spencer rebuffed you then avoiding him wouldn’t be that difficult.

His facial expression didn’t change so you had no idea what he was thinking or how he had taken your advances. He leaned even closer and your eyes were still locked on his lips.

“Are you asking me to come home with you Y/N?” his eyes were dark, lust perhaps?

“I’m asking you to join the sixty six percent Spencer.”

For a few long seconds neither of you moved or spoke. Spencer eyes fell over you, lingering longer on your lips. You shifted a little in your seat feeling hot under his intense gaze. He leaned even closer and you thought he was about to kiss you, but just as he inched towards you, a voice snapped you back to reality.

“Y/N there you are!” it was Emily. “And Spence, hey.”

“Hi Emily, what’s up?” you would never forgive her if she had gotten in the way of Spencer kissing you.

“Come and dance, it's girls night!” she tugged your arm, pulling you so you were on your feet.

Spencer shuffled out of the booth behind you. As Emily started dragging you towards the dancefloor, he came close to your ear and whispered “I’ll come and find you later.” and then he headed over towards Rossi who was still propping up the bar.

You danced with the girls for hours, even Penelope when she came up for air and pried herself away from Luke for more than a few seconds. The drinks kept flowing, laughter was aplenty; it was a great night all round. It had been worth waiting for.

Around three am you and the girls decided to call it night. You were a little tipsy and your feet hurt from all the dancing. You had lost track of Spencer earlier in the night, you were a little disappointed but it was probably for the best. A one night stand with your best friend's colleague would no doubt only end in disaster.

You said your goodbyes outside, hugs and cheek kisses were dished out and they all promised you would have another girls night as soon as their schedules allowed. You lived on the other side of town than the girls so you waved off their cab from the curb and awaited the next one. It wasn’t long before another cab pulled up and to your confusion the rear window rolled down as it came to a stop.

“Told you I’d find you later.” Spencer smiled at you from the backseat.

You tried to hide your blush as you slid in next to him.

“I thought you left.” you buckled yourself in and almost immediately Spencer took hold of your hand.

“Not without you.” he leaned closer and then his lips pressed against yours in the backseat of the cab and you felt your whole body turn to jelly at the sensation. He used his free hand to cup your face as he deepened the kiss.

You felt a jolt of electricity coarse through you, something you had never felt before. Your lips moved in such a synchronized fashion it was crazy to think you had never done this before. You felt as though you’d waited your entire life for this moment.

The kiss lasted a few minutes and when it ended you both panted slightly, trying to grasp at the air that had escaped your lungs. He kept his hand on your cheek, stroking small circles on your skin with his thumb.

“Are you ready to join the sixty six percent club Spencer?” you smirked at him in the dark.

He kissed you again, softly this time, more cautiously.

“I’m quite comfortable in the minority. And I already know I am not going to be able to settle for one night with you.”

Your heart melted at his words, and the loving look he was giving you. You squeezed his hand, kissing him once more.

“If you take me for breakfast in the morning, you can have as many nights as you like.” you winked at him which made him blush a little.

“I’m sure we can arrange that, my love.”

“Thirty four percent it is then.” you laughed, settling your head on Spencer’s shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your head.

You would have to berate Penelope for not introducing you to Spencer sooner. But you might also need to cut her and Luke some slack, because you had a feeling you and Spencer were going to become an awful, cutesy couple just like them. But when it was happening to you, you didn’t mind so much. Maybe you’d even let Spencer call you bunny…

...On second thoughts, maybe not. Somethings would never change. You’d leave the cringey nicknames to Penelope and Luke. At least for now anyway. Tomorrow was another day.

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alj4890 · 3 years ago

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I have an ask? What if Liam got Riley pregnant when they first met in New York? Would he still have to go through the social season? Would she have to raise a baby on her own would Liam find a way to help?

Ooooohhhh. Interesting. That would be quite the conundrum for them, wouldn't it? Especially since the social season starts the very next day after he visited her bar. Hmmm. Let's see what I can do with that time frame. I'm going on the assumption that the social season lasts at least three months with all the parties and traveling they do. Which will help out with the pregnancy part 😉 I think she would still go and take part in the social season since she wouldn’t know she was pregnant yet, but it would definitely alter how things end in book 1.

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Three months earlier...

"Well?" Riley tilted her head to study Liam's profile. "What do you think?"

He cleared his throat. Lips parted, yet no words were formed. Liam had so many emotions hitting him all at once that a mere stranger had made his one wish come true.

His eyes went from the Statue of Liberty to the woman responsible for him being able to see it.

"I'm speechless." He lowered his head, lips curving in a shy smile. "I've never been so moved in my life than I am in this moment with you."

She smiled and turned her attention toward the iconic monument. "She's really something, isn't she?"

He turned toward Riley. His eyes traveled down her beautiful face softly lit by the dull light coming from the ferry they were on and the sliver of moonlight from above.

"Yes," he moved closer to her. "She really is."

Riley looked up at him. Her heart raced at the tender longing she saw in his eyes. He seemed so lonely. So in need of encouragement. So in need of affection.

Before he could step away, she snagged his lips in a tender kiss.

He froze for two seconds before crushing her to him. He allowed all the feelings he kept to himself pour out as a fuel to draw moans from her. The desperation he had been feeling since his brother abdicated didn't seem to exist around this woman.

His kisses traveled down her neck.

"Liam." She sighed when he returned to her mouth.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pressed her back against the railing.

"I don't want this night to end." He murmured.

It took a physical effort to stop.

"Neither do I." She cupped his cheek. "I know you leave tomorrow."

He nodded, already feeling the heavy yoke that was about to be thrust upon his shoulders.

"It's not quite tomorrow though." She kissed along his jaw as she whispered. "We can still enjoy the rest of tonight."

"Riley, I--you know I must choose--I couldn't do that and simply leave you to search for a bride." He felt guilty just thinking about it.

He would be the worst sort of cad possible if he were to spend the night in her arms.

He shouldn't have pursued her. The moment she had turned around and greeted him in the bar, he had thought of nothing else except getting to know more about her.

"I want you." She whispered. "If tonight is all we have, then let's make the most of it."

"You have no idea how much I want you." He kissed her once more, completely unable to resist her.

******************

Two and a half months later...

Maxwell winced when he heard the noises coming from Riley's bathroom. Bracing himself, he timidly knocked upon the door.

"You okay in there, blossom?"

"What--" she heaved into the toilet, "do you think?"

"Maxwell!" Bertrand snapped. "What is the hold up. She should have been downstairs fifteen minutes ago."

His eyes widened at the sounds of vomiting.

"Is she ill?" He whispered.

Maxwell shrugged.

"She seemed fine last night." Bertrand thought over the past few days.

"She has been more tired than usual." Maxwell narrowed his eyes in concern. "And this isn't the first time I've heard her throwing up."

Bertrand's stern demeanor turned to worry. "You don't think she's..."

"Think she's what?" Maxwell asked.

"We have been pressuring her to wear the right clothes. I hope we haven't caused her to think she needs to lose weight." Bertrand explained.

Maxwell's eyes widened. He would never be able to forgive himself if he had made Riley think less of her natural beauty.

"Riley!" He anxiously knocked again when they heard nothing but silence. "Can we come in?"

"Sure." Her weak response was followed by her unlocking the door.

The brothers walked inside and saw her sitting in the floor.

Maxwell wet a rag and crouched beside her. He gently cleaned the sweat off her brow, his worry was now off the charts at the half hearted smile she gave him.

"Thanks." She lifted her eyes to Bertrand. "I'm sorry. I know I'm supposed to be outside for the--"

"Don't concern yourself with that." He tempered his usual gruff tone. "We must take care of you first."

Tears filled her eyes at how kind he was being. He wasn't berating her or telling her that House Beaumont needed her to win Liam. She wondered where this Bertrand had been hiding. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks as the brothers discussed ways to help her feel better.

He ordered Maxwell to pick her up and carry her to her bed.

As she settled back against her pillows, he called down to the kitchen and ordered a tray of soup, crackers, and tea to be brought up.

By the time he was finished, she was crying in full force.

"Riley!" Maxwell sat down on her bed and tried to hug her. "Please tell us what's wrong."

Bertrand reached for her hand. "You do know how lovely you are, right?"

Her eyes widened at that odd question.

"We think you shouldn't change at all." Maxwell added.

"Indeed. Many of the dresses in the boutique are," Bertrand's frown firmed as he tried to think of a way to keep her from thinking her body was at fault, "they aren't properly made. One can never go by sizes there."

"And you're size is perfect. Liam can't keep his eyes off you." Maxwell added. "In fact, you could probably add on some weight and be even more beautiful."

"Indeed." Bertrand latched on to that. "Size does not matter. It is what is on the inside that counts."

Riley lifted her head. "What are you talking about?"

"You're," Maxwell mimed vomiting.

"You must stop." Bertrand added. "You do not need to lose weight."

"I'm not doing it on purpose." She shook her head.

It touched her heart though that they wouldn't want her developing an eating disorder.

"I don't know what's caused this." She explained. "The weirdest smells and motions seem to set it off. Like yesterday, the smell of tomatoes had me running for a bathroom and I've always loved tomatoes."

"Could it possibly be your nerves?" Bertrand sat down at the foot of the bed. "The social season can take a toll on even the most seasoned noble."

"I don't think so." Riley mumbled. "It's like my energy has suddenly been depleted. Of course that could be because of the vomiting."

"So what caused it to start?" Maxwell asked.

"How long has it been going on?" Bertrand added.

"I don't know what set it off. It's been going on for a couple of weeks, but it is getting worse."

"Hmm." Bertrand and Maxwell shared a glance.

"Riley, I hope you don't think badly of me for asking," Bertrand struggled to inquire into something so personal. "But, have you, er...did you..."

She lifted her eyebrows in silent question.

"Before you joined us, were you involved with anyone?" He closed his eyes in embarrassment.

"Involved?"

"Any previous boyfriends or hookups before Liam?" Maxwell clarified.

"Oh!" Her cheeks heated with color. "No. I actually haven't been in a relationship for almost a year now." She lowered her eyes. "I had a bad relationship with a guy and decided to focus on myself once I got out of it."

Bertrand relaxed some. "A wise decision."

"So no one night stands?" Maxwell prodded.

"I've never been that type of..." Her eyes widened. She had been that type for one incredible night.

It was the driving force in making her decision to come to Cordonia in the first place.

"Oh no." She breathed. "The night I met you," her eyes held Maxwell's shocked gaze, "Liam and I sneaked away and..."

Bertrand shot up off the bed. "Wait here."

*****************

"We must be certain." Bertrand stressed. "The bloodwork must confirm what the test showed." His frown was fierce as he stood before the physician. "Discretion is a must in this situation."

"I'll have the results by this evening." The doctor replied. "And only I will run the lab work for Ms. Brooks."

"Here's my number." Riley scribbled it out quickly. "If I don't answer, please send a text and voicemail."

Once he was gone, she sagged back on the bed.

"What do we do now?" Maxwell asked.

"We have a ball to prepare for." Bertrand held up a silk dress. "We missed today's events, but we must make an appearance tonight. Everyone will begin to talk if we don't."

Riley nodded. Her mind though was whirling with the knowledge that she was pregnant.

How will Liam react? Will he be upset? Will he hate me for allowing it to happen? Will he think I'm trying to trap him?

How do I tell him?

Taking the dress, she forced herself to get ready.

***************

"Have you seen Riley any today?"

Drake shook his head. "No. Why?"

"That's strange." Liam folded his arms.

He wondered if something was wrong. He hated that he couldn't spend every single moment with her. What if she had reached the end of her patience with this suitor situation?

He shook his head when Drake offered him a drink.

"You've got it bad." Drake teased.

"Got what?"

"Love."

"I do?"

"Are you saying you aren't in love with Brooks?" Drake smirked. "I've seen you with her. Ever since she showed up at the masquerade ball, you haven't looked at any of the other ladies trying to win you."

Liam couldn't help but smile over that. It was true. His night with Riley in New York had been the most magical of his life. Each moment he had spent with her since then all but reaffirmed that she was the only one for him.

He was thrilled at how the people of Cordonia had fallen for her. The press had only positive things to say about The American that had come to win his hand.

He could picture her smile when she approached him at the masquerade ball.

"I think we both know we have something special. One night together will never be enough for me." Riley whispered as he kissed her hand.

"I agree." He held her hand a moment longer than was deemed appropriate. "It isn't enough." His bright blue eyes shined against the silver demi mask. "Are you certain I'm worth going through these next few months? What if--"

"We end up with our happily ever after?" She finished for him.

He knew he had completely lost his heart in that moment. Our happily ever after. Her optimism that they could have that helped him through every step of this social season. She was the prize he knew he could claim once he passed the final hurdle to be king.

He spent his time in dull conversations daydreaming about their future. How beautiful she would be as a bride. How comforting she would be as they dealt with his father's illness and troubles of their small nation.

Then he dreamed of the family they would have. He hoped they had many children, each with her infectious smile and kindness.

He hoped she would say yes when he asked her to marry him. Even if they never had all these other dreams of the future, he would at least have her and her love.

Then all of this would be well worth it.

He did worry about his father's reaction to the time he spent in her company. Whenever Liam attempted to discuss his feelings about Riley, Constantine would point out another lady of the court. He wouldn't allow his son to go ahead and make a decision.

"You better head downstairs." Drake finished off his drink. "Can't have a ball around here without the prince."

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"Any word yet?" Bertrand whispered.

Riley shook her head.

He softly cursed, causing her to burst into laughter.

"I'm sorry." She giggled when he shushed her. "But I would have bet a lot of money that you would never say that word."

He rolled his eyes. "Be that as it may, you should go mingle."

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"Lady Riley?" Liam gently tapped her shoulder. "May I have this dance?"

She turned around with a start. "I'd love to."

He took her hand and placed it within the bend of his arm. "You look beautiful tonight."

She gently squeezed his arm. "Thank you." Her eyes lifted to his. "And you're as handsome as always."

"I don't know about that." He winked at her. "But as long as you think so, then I'm content."

He took her in his arms as a waltz began.

"Let's not spin as much as we normally do." She pleaded when he twirled her.

His brow furrowed. "Is something wrong?"

"No!" She said quickly. "Just, um, a little motion sickness from time to time."

"I see." He kept his gaze upon her face. "I missed you today."

"You did?"

"I always do whenever you're not around." He admitted with a sheepish grin.

"That's so--" she felt the vibration of her phone.

She stopped dancing, causing Liam to nearly trip

"Riley, is something--"

"Excuse me, I have to--that is--this is from--" she ducked out a nearby door before all her revelations came tumbling out.

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She plopped down on the edge of a small couch and read the message from the doctor.

Hitting the link, she read the results of her bloodwork.

Her breaths came in and out in short gasps.

I'm really pregnant.

"Riley?"

All the color drained from her face as she looked up at Liam.

He shut the door to the ballroom and knelt before her.

"What is it?" He took her icy hand in his. "Is something wrong?"

She licked her dry lips and tried to tell him.

"Yes. No. I'm not sure."

He pressed a kiss to her hand. "Whatever it is, I will do all that I can to help you."

She blinked back tears. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything." He laced his fingers with hers.

"Do you," she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "do you love me?"

"I do." He admitted. "I had planned on telling you during the Coronation Ball."

"Really?" Her eyes narrowed. "I need you to be completely honest with me right now."

"I am." He lowered his gaze to their clasped hands. His thumb brushed against her skin. "I know I'm not supposed to say anything until then, but you are the one I will pick to marry," he looked up at her, "if you want to."

She bit down on her bottom lip. "Do you want children?"

"Yes, and not just for the continuation of the Rhys holding the crown." His smile gentled. "I want a family with you, selfishly for myself. I want all the holiday memories spent with them, watching them see the world with wonder, and seeing our traits passed on, especially yours." He chuckled. "Heaven help me if we have a daughter like you. I will be completely wrapped around her little finger."

Riley couldn't believe she was hearing all she needed to from him.

He really is Prince Charming. My Prince Charming.

"Do you remember the night we met?" She asked.

"How could I forget?"

She grimaced at the worry that still gnawed at her mind.

"My love," Liam sat down beside her. "Please tell me what troubles you."

"I had not been with anyone in a long time." She began. "I mean, no one for months when we spent the night together."

Liam merely listened, wondering where she was going with this.

"I didn't think in the heat of the moment. I should have. It was irresponsible, but I was so swept off my feet..." She took a deep breath. "And I found out today that I'm pregnant."

His fingers tightened around hers.

"I'm sorry. I know with the--"

"Pregnant?" Liam interrupted her. "You're certain?"

"The doctor just sent me the results of my blood work. That with the test I took and the physical exam confirms it." Her eyes widened when he suddenly stood up and took her into his arms.

The kiss he gave her weakened her knees. His arms held her as if she was the most delicate piece of porcelain.

"Marry me." He said between kisses.

"That kinda was the whole point of me coming here." She teased, once she saw how happy he was.

He smiled against her lips. "Is that a yes?"

"It is."

He stepped back and took hold of her hand. With quick strides he had them back in the ballroom.

Waving the conductor to stop the music, he held his hand up. "May I have your attention please!"

The court stilled as all eyes turned toward him.

Ignoring the hushed questions coming from his father, he settled his arm around Riley's waist.

"Lady Riley has made me the happiest man this evening. She has accepted my proposal of marriage and has told me that within a few months or so," he turned his adoring gaze upon her, "we will have an heir to the throne."

Constantine staggered back at this announcement. He had no idea the couple had become that close.

Regina called for champagne to be brought to all the guests as she embraced the young couple.

Liam held his glass up. He decided to force his parent to officially accept Riley in front of the entire court. He suspected that if he had not announced the fact they were expecting, that Constantine would find a way to break their engagement. He didn't know why he felt such unease with his father when it concerned Riley, but he wasn't going to leave anything to chance when it concerned her.

"Father? Would you like to give the toast?"

Constantine cleared his throat. Seeing no way around it, he stepped forward and lifted his glass. He hoped for Liam's sake that this woman would not be detrimental to his rule.

"To my son and the lady he has chosen. May they have all the happiness that I have found with my own queen and may their new family continue to serve Cordonia with grace and honor." He turned toward them. "To Liam and Riley!"

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cuddlesslut · 4 years ago

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Memories

Part three to Home

Suna x fem reader

Atsumu x fem reader

Tags: still angst, light fluff, just a lot of Suna simping.

AN// let me know if you want me to continue the story.

Part Two: Silence

Part Four: Chance Encounters

You were the most beautiful girl Suna had ever seen. When he saw you that first day of school it was like the clouds in his normally dreary day parted and he could feel the sun. You weren’t in the same class much to his dismay. That didn’t stop the middle blocker from searching for your face in the crowds of the halls or the cafeteria. Though it was rare he stilled catch some glimpses. In those moments a war waged in his mind part of him wanted to go introduce himself, he wanted to know your name. To just be around you. But another side of his brain forbid that. Stating that he was fine were he was he would just interrupt your day. What would he even say to you. Hi I’m Suna I’ve been watching you since the first and even though I know next to nothing about you I can’t get you out of my head..... yeah no. He’d just sit back and wait for opportunity to knock. Suna curses himself for his laziness. He can’t describe how his heart stop the day his friend brought you to practice and introduce you as his girlfriend.

Though he kept his composure he felt as though the air was stolen from his lungs. This is the closesest he had ever to been to you and it was overwhelming to say the least. You stood there at Atsumu’s side smiling and greeting the team memebers and when your attention drew to Suna he realized his favorite thing about you was your eyes. You beautiful (e/c) eyes shown with so much light and happiness. When you smiled you smiled with your eyes, always getting this cute little crinkle. He shook his head at these feelings. You were taken and by one of his friends no less.

From that moment on you presence was always close by joining the boys for lunch or stopping by practice with little snacks you had made the team. Suna almost resents how easy he gets along with you. How simple it is to fall into a banter with you. He hates how calming it is when you’d sit next to him and laugh as you showed him some meme. He wanted to be annoyed with you ever time you’d put your foot down and insist he let you wrap his finger after a bad block. But he couldn’t you were just such a caring person. He’d try and give you some petty insults, maybe if he caused a rift between the two of you he’d feel better, maybe then if there was more space between you he’d feel less guilty for always being enraptured by you. But you’d always snap back with something just as clever or petty. You could go toe to toe in trading insults but both of you knew neither of you meant it. You’d always break out into that breathtaking smile after a few rounds of back and forth. He realized soon that he’d much rather keep you in his life as a friend even if he could never have you because at least he’d still see that smile. At least as your best friend he’d still see your eyes shine bright and he could take a small pleasure in knowing he brought some of that happiness.

“You need to calm down,” Suna turned to see Osamu taking the seat on the bench next to him.

Suna's hands run through his hair gripping the roots in frustration as he let out a yell.

“How the fuck am I supposed to be calm, she could be hurt or missing, and that ass is just sitting there! Two weeks! Lord knows what could have happened by now.” Hes shaking part of him wants to go back up and give Atsumu a few more licks but he knows no good will come from it.

“YN is a grown woman and she’s smart and strong and you know damn well she’d bitch you out right now for thinking she couldn’t handle herself,” the former ace chuckled.

“I’d much rather her here bitching cause at least then she’d be here,” he groaned rubbing his hand down his legs trying to let out some of his nerves. “Did you know?” He asked the grey haired twin.

Samu gave his quick glare of offense. “Absolutely not believe me if I’d known I would have been the one to deck him , you just beat me to it.”

“The last i heard from her was her birthday, maybe if I’d had stopped by and brought the Onigiri myself I could have been there for her,” he sighs.

“We’ll find her don’t worry,” his friend pats his back, “and then you can finally confess,”he smiles.

“I’m that obvious huh,” he sighed.

Samu let a loud laugh “ OH PLEASE we all knew, well maybe not YN she can be kinda blind ya’know,”

Suna shook his head laughing. He has to see you.

They returned home today from nationals. The loss to Karasuno was really starting to sink in now that was Suna was home sitting in his room alone the house quiet. He laid there berating himself for balls he failed to block. If I had just done better maybe my team would still be playing. Maybe - he was disrupted from his thoughts by the chime of the door bell. His parents were out of town this weekend. They had assumed like many Inarizaki would still be out in Tokyo fighting for first place. It was fine though Suna was used to being alone. But that just confused him more as he made his way to the door. Who could possibly be here. All he can say is he’d never except to open the door and see you standing there. Like always you stole his breath away.

“What yer not gunna let me in,” you teased “and to think I brought you snacks!” He just realized now she was carrying a grocery bag that looked pretty heavy.

“Give me that ya Dummy,” he said taking away the snacks, he stepped to the side allowing her entry.

“I figured you were hungry, but try to save me some,” she giggled. Suna just rolled his eyes as she took a seat on his couch.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned taking his seat beside her making sure to leave a respectable distance. Though he wants nothing more than to hold you close. He dismisses the thought as he rummages threw the goodies waiting for your response. He smiles seeing the package of milk bread you bought. He took it out and tossed it to you knowing it was your favorite. You smile and give a slight nod as a thank you.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to be alone after the game, I know your probably thinking a whole bunch of nonsense right now aren’t ya?” She looked at him with a solem but knowing look. He cursed how well you knew him. Seeing as he had been doing just that before your arrival. His heart squeezed at the thought of you wanting to comfort him. It almost gives him a slight hope. What about Atsumu, he lost that game too.

“Why aren’t you with you boyfriend, he’s probably taking it harder than me,” he asks knowing he might ruin this little fantasy he has here with you. He sees a sad look cross your face at the mention of the setter. It’s not a look Suna wants to keep seeing.

“You’re right about that, Tsmu’s having a tough go of it,” she gave a soft smile. “But he said he didn’t want my pity and asked I leave,” Suna could see your eyes get a little glassy thinking back to the conversation.

“He’s an Ass.” The middle blocker states plainly.

“He’s just got a lot of emotions right now and wants his space, it’s okay.” But Suna can see your hurt. He knows it wont do any good to keep talking about it.

“His loss, now I get all of the snacks,” pulling out a bag of chips. “Want to watch a movie?”

That’s how the evening went the both of you curled up on the couch Suna had brought down some pillows and blankets and he wouldn’t lie he loved seeing you wrapped in his comforter. You went on and on about this anime you started and you nearly died when he agreed to let you show it to him, pumping your fist in the air going off about your favorite character and how he’s totally going to love him. Suna looks over at you and your wearing the biggest smile eyes wide with joy. This is will always be his favorite moment he thinks.

He’s right that moment still sticks out in his mind. He has plenty of great memories but that one right there is his favorite. He’s been thinking back on a lot of his memories of you lately.

It’s been seven months since your birthday and no one in your former circle new anything about where you were. You hadn’t talked to anyone. Your number was no longer in service and all of you socials have gone silent.

After a couple of days of looking for you Suna was ready to go to the Police and report you missing, ready to call every hospital and pray you are safe. At this point that’s all that matters to him. He can’t bare to think about anything bad happening to you but it’s hard to keep his mind out of the dark place. Osamu was the one to stop him. Luckily they had gotten in touch with their former captain and while Kita was sorry to hear about the situation and very disappointed in his junior for his actions. Every one was upset with Atsumu for his actions. Kita was gladly willing to help in the search. Still being in their home town he was able to pay your parents a quick visit. And while he was happy he could inform them both that your parents had heard from you the other day so your fine. That was all your parents could tell him, stating that you had requested to keep your privacy not wanting to talk to anyone. So while they knew the biggest detail they still knew nothing.

It hurt Suna the most. How could you just cut him off like that. You were the most important person to him how could you not know that. He fretted. He knows your hurting but why did you have to cut all of them off most importantly him. Part of him was so incredibly angry how could you not even say goodbye to him. Did his friendship really mean that little to you. But another part of him understood that he couldn’t possibly know what you are going through. All he knew is how much he missed your smiling eyes. He would give everything to see you again.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Know No Better

Streamer Gang & Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Platonic Fluff, HUMOR, Crack, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: A game of Among Us with this gang can never go without a halt for some spit-fire accusations and bickering, but throw their mutual friend Y/N in the mix and the chaos flares up twice as intensely.

Requested by my dear friend @thelittleplantlover Hi darling! Thank you so much for being such a loyal reader and never shying away from giving me your full honest feedback. You are an amazing person, a lovely friend and a mutual I’m glad I gained on my Tumblr journey. Love you with all my heart, Vy 💕

“Yo, sorry I’m....late“ Charlie’s eyebrow raises as soon as he enters the Discord call, almost half an hour after the scheduled time due to difficulties with his wi-fi connection. However, neither his presence nor his apology are acknowledged, seeing as how he wasn’t even heard over all the shouting going on in the call. “Um, what’s going on here?“ He asks no one in particular, aware that he probably won’t get an answer.

Surprisingly, though, someone does answer him - Sykkuno. “Hey Charlie, welcome. You missed a whole round and a whole debacle between...” The yelling voices give a clear idea of who this debacle is happening between: Rae, Corpse and Y/N. “Yeah, you can probably tell between who.”

“Yo, is that Y/N? Dude, I haven’t heard from you in so long where’ve you been?“ Charlie exclaims, eyebrows raising in delighted surprise, “What are you arguing about? Imma argue with you.“

“You don’t even know what we’re arguing about!“ Rae snaps, scaring the ever-loving daylight out of the newcomer that all but shrinks a bit in his seat, “These are matters the three of us have to deal with!“

You see, Charlie’s not one to press his luck - definitely not when the sweetheart Rae lashes out like that, reminding him that the impossible can be possible if you’re a strong enough believer - but right now, seeing as how he isn’t playing yet, he’s thirsty for some amusement even if it comes with the price of being verbally beat and battered by the currently bickering trio.

“God bless the day you three actually manage to deal with something by yourselves.“ He snickers, half-hoping Rae wouldn’t hear him. Actually, it’s more one third hoping she wouldn’t the other two suggesting otherwise. Adding gasoline to the fire - it’s basically in his resume at this point.

The reply he receives is not even oriented around his statement and it doesn’t come from Rae - whether that be a blessing or a curse - but rather from Y/N. “Charlie, help! Corpse and I are being wrongfully accused over here!“

“There’s nothing wrong about my accusations! I heard you bribing Corpse into vouching for you, you impostor!“ Rae spits out the word as though this argument is a real deal and not just them throwing a collective tantrum as they usually tend to do.

“He asked me for immunity in exchange for keeping his mouth shut! I never offered it to him!“ Y/N argues back, “Not my fault he’s a corrupt crewmate!“

“You were about to accept the offer though! Who does that?!“ Rae’s not giving up her ground either.

“Anyone! All of you know you would’ve accepted the offer had you been the one to be proposed it!“ Y/N whines, reminding themself and everyone else that they are not a very argumentative or confrontational. The only time they can be caught butting heads with people is as a joke, among this very group of people and over something as small as a bribery in Among Us. “And why is no one going off at Corpse for this? Why am I the villain here? Um, hello?! I’m an impostor, I’m supposed to be evil. One of your own betrayed you, and I’M your biggest problem?!”

“I’d like it if you didn’t get me involved...“ Corpse inquires shyly, as though fearing he too is in for an outburst from Rae if he dares oppose hers and Y/N’s statements.

Unfortunately for him, he’s attacked by their joined forces with a: “YOU STARTED THIS!” Shouted at him in unison. Just like Charlie, he too shrinks in his seat.

“Hey Toast.“ Charlie nudges one of his friends, one he hasn’t heard from for the entirety of his short time in the Discord call, “You there?“

“Sup man?“ Toast answers, unmuting his mic for the first time after approximately ten minutes of silence on his end due to this heated debate going on.

“Ten bucks says this goes on for another ten minutes.“ Charlie says nonchalantly, already planning the cheap dinner he’s gonna order with those ten bucks.

“Nah man, fifteen for fifteen minutes. These two have no chill.“ Toast says, taking a sip of his soda.

“You’re both wrong.“ Sykkuno interferes, “I’m putting in twenty for twenty and I’m starting a timer.“

“WHAT?!“

The three men sit there paralyzed now that the two sides of the battlefield have temporarily united once again to end them. Lord knows when Y/N and Rae unite, nothing good is in store for those who they’re up against.

“N-nothing...I was just announcing that...“ Charlie starts off, strategically reaching for the plug for his router, “...my wi-fi’s gonna disconnect in three, two...“

“DON’T YOU DARE!“

And WHOOP he’s gone. And so are Toast, Sykkuno and Corpse.

“I really can’t believe them sometimes.“ Rae grumbles under her breath finding the miserable number of remaining players once again gathered in the cafeteria after no one got voted out despite everyone knowing it’s Y/N.

“And here I thought Charlie would back me up.“ Y/N sighs disappointedly, shooting a brief look at their chat, “Hell if I ever trust him again.“

“Look at the bright side though!“ their friend, moments ago opponent, hurries to comfort them as though their argument never happened. Technically, it really didn’t. “He’s at least not gonna get those ten bucks he sounded so confident in getting.“

Knowing Charlie, losing a bet will most likely leave him feeling torn, but hey, much to his comfort, he was the closest in guessing the duration of the arguing. You win some and you lose some, this time he’s done neither. But he will get an earful from Y/N at the first given chance they get, which he’s grown used to over the years, being the one knowing them the longest. What he’s still trying to get used to is how much they’ve clicked with his friend group. Never did he imagine his socially awkward and shy friend would steal all his friends and literally wrap them around their little finger. Truth be told, amazement aside, he’s quite proud of them for it.

Yes, of course he’s gonna try bringing this up when they open fire on him as an attempt to calm them down. Yes, he knows it probably won’t work. But also: yes, he knows what will. Cause that’s what best friends do - they know. However, they should also know better than to bet on their friends.

But come on, it’s Charlie and Y/N we’re talking about over here - neither of them know any better. Hell, no one in this gang knows better. That’s what makes them so uniquely and wonderfully chaotic.

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onlyfreds · 3 years ago

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Miss Americana and Her London Boy | F.W.

Title: Miss Americana and Her London Boy (x American!reader, Muggle!Au)

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Y/N goes on a vacation in London to find experience, adventure and memories. But after she meets Fred Weasley, a London Boy. She heads home with not only the experience and the memories, but also love.

It all started in a café in London.

You had gone on a vacation in London to do a little sightseeing and also to cross another thing off your bucket list.

You entered the café that my friend had recommended to you, ordering a peppermint mocha.

On your way out, you accidentally bumped into someone, the coffee only missing you by the skin of your teeth.

“Oh Merlin, I am so sorry.” The man who bumped into you suddenly apologized, his British accent ringing clearly through his voice.

You looked up to get a better look at him, his ginger hair was windswept as if he had just gotten back from the beach. His eyes sparkling in the sunlight. A small, apologetic smile on his lips.

“No, it’s fine.” You said, “I was the one who was looking where I was going."

He smiled, shaking his head, “Nonsense love. I almost spilled my coffee on you.”

You laughed, “If we keep on going on like this, we’ll never finish. So, let’s just call it quits."

He chuckled, “Whatever you say love.” He then offered his free hand, “I’m Fred by the way. Fred Weasley.”

You smiled, taking his hand and shaking it slightly, “I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N.”

“American?” He asked, as the two of you walked down the avenue together.

You chuckled, “The accent gave it away, didn’t it?”

Fred took a sip of his coffee as he replied with a small laugh, “A little bit.”

“So, where do you live in the States?” He asked.

“New York.” You simply stated.

He smiled, running a hand through his hair, “It must be a blast. Living in the Big Apple.”

You laughed, placing my free hand in the pocket of my jeans, “Most of the time. I did come here to have a vacation.”

“So, how long are you staying in London for.” He asked.

You shrugged, “About a month.”

“A month?” He asked in disbelief, “You’re staying here, on a vacation, for a month?”

You laughed, “Why not? I have been dreaming of this vacation ever since I was five. So, I decided to just make the most of it.”

Fred shrugged, a small smile adorning his handsome features, “That makes sense.”

You stopped at the beach where you were supposed to meet your friend. You turned to Fred, “Well, I better go now. It’s been nice having a little chat with you.”

“My pleasure.” He said, taking out a pen and a piece of paper from his pocket as he scribbled something down on it.

“Here’s my number.” He explained as he handed you the piece of paper, “Just in case you want somebody to show you around or you just need someone to talk to. Give me a call and I’ll be there in a jiffy.”

You smiled, gently taking the piece of paper from him, “Thanks Fred. I’ll see you around?”

He took your free hand, raising it up to his lips as he kissed along your knuckles, “You’ll surely will.” He said with a small wink before walking away.

“Who was that?” Your friend, Claudeth, asked as you walked towards her.

You gave her a look of confusion, “Who’s who?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “The cute guy you who was talking to you just now.”

You felt a blush rise up to my cheeks as you avoided her gaze, “Oh, that was Fred.”

“Oooh.” She teased, nudging your shoulder, “Somebody’s got a crush.”

You jokingly pushed her away, “I don’t have a crush on him!”

“Yeah, right.” She said, “If you don’t have a crush on him, then why are you blushing?”

You felt myself get redder, “Okay, I may find him a bit cute." Your eyes widened as you realized what just said, "Not helping Claudeth!”

Claudeth looped her arm around yours as the two of you walked through the beach, “Come on, tell me more.” She encouraged.

You rolled your eyes, “Well, we bumped into each other outside the coffee shop you recommended me. We chatted on the way here and he gave me his number.”

“What?!” She looked at you with wide eyes, before starting to shake you vigorously, “That’s a sign! He’s obviously your soulmate!”

You laughed at her antics, “Does him giving me his number already make him my soulmate? Seriously Claudeth, give me a break.”

“According to your story, you and Fred just met today. And after a few minutes of chatting with him, he already gave you his number. Just trust me and my matchmaking skills Y/N.” She said.

You rolled my eyes at her for the umpteenth time, “Whatever.”

You leaned back against the headboard of yout bed, scrolling through your social media, a bit bored. Claudeth was out with her boyfriend so, you texted the person you couldn't stop thinking about.

<Hey Fred! It's Y/N.

Not even a minute has passed before you received a reply.

>Hey love! What's up?

You smiled to myself as you typed out my reply.

<Well, remember your offer about showing me around London?

>Of course sweetheart! Why?

<I was wondering if you were still up for the it.

You smiled giddily as you read his reply.

>I sure am! Text me your address and I'll be there in twenty minutes.

You quickly typed out my address as you hopped out of bed to change.

You were still deciding whether a denim jacket would go with jeans you were wearing when your best friend suddenly called.

"Hello my soul sister!" You greeted, resting your phone on your shoulder as you pressed your ear against it, going through the rest of the clothes you packed.

"What's got you in a cheery mood today?" Claudeth asked, sligthly amused.

You hummed, "I think it's the fact that Fred is coming over in fifteen minutes. And tell me honestly, does a denim jacket go with jeans."

She laughed, "Yes, denim jackets do go with jeans. And in return, you have to give me some tea about your little 'date'."

You rolled my eyes as you put on the jacket, looking at yourself in the mirror, "It's not a date Claudeth. He's just showing me around."

"Yeah, yeah, then you'll be calling me tomorrow at his apartment..."

"Claudeth!" You chastised my best friend.

Her laugh could be heard as her boyfriend playfully scolded her, "You didn't have to be so mean."

After she had recovered from her laughing fit she said, "What? I'm just saying."

You heard a quick knock on the door, "I'll talk to you later. He's here."

"Go get your man soul sister!" Claudeth cheered on before you dropped the call.

You glanced at your image one more, fixing your hair a bit before grabbing your shoulder bag and opening the door. Being met with the sight of Fred, a cute smile on his face, his hair windswept just like the day you two met.

"Thank you so much for coming on such short notice." You said, closing the hotel door behind you.

He seemed in a daze, as if distracted by something as he just looked at you, his eyes glazed over.

"Are you okay Fred?" You asked.

He snapped out of his trance, blushing slightly at the fact that he got caught, "Nothing, you just look absolutely stunning." He said, adding a small wink at the end.

You felt my cheeks heat up as you looked down at your feet, avoiding his gaze, "Thanks."

"Where exactly as you taking me?" You asked as both of you walked down the avenue.

He smiled, "You'll see."

You playfully raised a brow at him, "How do I know that you're not some part of gang or something and is actually kidnapping me?"

His laughter rang through the air, "Then, I wouldn't be walking with you out in the open. I wouldn't even give you my number in the first place, the fbi and the police can track that."

You chuckled, "Smart. Very smart."

After a few more hours, we arrived at a park.

Fred stretched his arms out dramatically, "Behold, one of the best parks in London."

You laughed at his antics, "I'm relieved. With all the secrecy I thought you were taking me to see the Queen."

"If you want too, I can arrange that." He joked as we laughed.

"So, are you up for an adventure?" He asked.

You scoffed, "Have you forgotten who you're talking to? I'm a New Yorker, I'm always up for an adventure."

He chuckled, handing me a helmet as we walked towards the bikes, "Well come on then, we wouldn't want Miss Americana to get bored do we?"

You rolled my eyes playfully as he gave you a teasing smile.

The two of you sat by the curb as Fred handed you a bottle of water.

"Thanks." You said, taking a small sip, "How much?"

He smiled, shaking his head, "No need. It's on me."

We went on a few more rounds before nightfall came, Fred then escorted you back to your hotel.

"Thank you." You said as we reached your room, "For coming quickly on such short notice. And for the little adventure as well."

He smiled, "It's my pleasure Y/N. And I'd happily do it again. So, are you up for another adventure tomorrow?"

You bit your bottom lip, looking down at your feet to keep the blush from rising up to your cheeks, "Sure, why not?"

He placed his hands in his pockets, "See you tomorrow then. G'night Y/N."

"G'night Fred." You said, as you entered your room, closed the door and leaned against it. Closing your eyes as you committed his dreamy smile to memory.

"No! No! You can't tell me that it's not a date!" Claudeth said dramatically.

You giggled, "Why not?"

"Because," she elongated the last sylablle to emphasize, "You have been 'hanging out' with him for literally the past two weeks. So, you can't tell me that it's not a date."

You rolled your eyes at her, "Just because Seth asked you to be his girlfriend after a week of seeing each other, doesn't mean my future boyfriend has to do the same."

You ducked as she chucked a pillow at you, "Hey, hey, that makes it obvious that Seth is my soulmate. And I am sure that Fred is yours."

You then heard a knock on the door, "That's Fred, I gotta go now!" You said, heading to the door.

"That's what I'm talking about." Claudeth muttered to herself as you opened the door.

"Hi Fred!" You greeted as he gave you a smile.

"Hey love." He said, before turning to my best friend, "As usual, I'll be stealing your friend for a little while. Hope you don't mind."

Claudeth nodded as she gave him a smile, "Go ahead, don't let me stop you. You can even take her home if you want."

"Claudeth!" You scolded.

She gave an apologetic but teasing smile, "It was a joke. Now, run along you two."

You gave her a death glare before closing the door behind yourself.

"I'm so sorry about her." You apologized as you and Fred entered the elevator, heading down to the lobby, "She can be a bit of a crackhead at times."

Fred chuckled, "Don't worry about it. I might actually take up her offer and bring you home."

"You've got to be kidding me!" You said, playfully hitting him on the shoulder.

"I'm kidding." He said, accompanied with a small laugh.

When we walked out of the hotel and kept on walking until we stopped in front of a black scooter.

Fred handed me a helmet, "Well Miss Americana, what do you think?"

You stared at him in awe, "I didn't know you had a scooter."

He chuckled, "Prepared to be surprised then."

He put on a helmet before climbing on the scooter, holding out his hand, "I thought you were a New Yorker." He teased, "What's taking you so long?"

You playfully rolled my eyes as you strapped on the helmet, "There's something called 'patience' London boy." You retorted as you climbed on behind him.

"Hold on." He said, before starting to drive through the bustling streets as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

After a few hours, you stopped at some park.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked as he pulled you through the trees.

He shot you a wink, "You'll see love. And I'm sure you'll love it."

We walked into a clearing that looked like something out of a fairytale.

Trees surrounded the clearing, a small footbridge led to a nearby lake that glistening under the light of the sun.

You smiled, "It's beautiful Freddie."

He chuckled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, "I knew you'd like it."

"How did you find this place?" You asked, sitting by the edge of the footbridge.

He sat by the space next to you, "My twin and I found it while my family was hanging out at the park. Wandered a bit too far from the group and ended up here."

"A twin?" You asked, "I didn't know you had a twin."

Fred laughed, "Not just a twin. I have four more brothers and one sister."

"Wow." You grinned, "That is a lot."

"Only child problems Miss Americana?" He teased.

You laughed, "Unfortunately for you, I'm not an only child. I happen to have a younger sister, her name is Ahnica."

He tsked, "Cute. But not as stunning as Y/N."

"You always know what to say, don't you?" You said, trying to keep the blush from rising up to my cheeks.

"It's all part of my charm, isn't it?" He said with a small wink.

"Cheeky, that's for sure."

When nightfall arrived, it also started to rain.

"We're too far from your place." Fred said as we drove through highway, soaking wet from the rain, "Do you want to stay at my flat at least until the rain stops."

"Sure. Whatever works." You said.

We went up to his flat after he parked his motorbike.

As soon as you walked through his door, he immediately threw a towel around me, fussing over me.

As if he wasn't soaking wet as well.

"Fred." You said in an attempt to calm him down, "Stop fussing over me. You're also soaking wet. I can handle myself."

He shook his head, droplets of water flying all over the place, "You might get sick. You might catch a flu or something."

You rolled your eyes at him, grabbing a towel and putting it around him and drying his hair, "You keep on worrying about me getting sick when you're just equally soaked as me."

He chuckled, "Easy there Miss Americana. You don't have to lecture me."

You scoffed, "Not only cheeky. But, stubborn too."

"You love it anyway." He teased.

"Whatever." You said, trying to hide the small smile that was growing on your lips as I sat down on the couch.

Fred headed to the kitchen, coming back holding two mugs of hot chocolate.

"Here." He said with a small smile as he handed you a mug, sitting down beside you.

"Thanks." You muttered, looking up at him, offering him a small smile.

We talked with each other just like we did during the day we met, the feeling of tranquility and peace feeling the atmosphere.

"It stopped raining." Fred pointed out after a little while.

"Oh." You said, trying my best not to sound disappointed, "Well, I better be going now."

"Wait." He said, desperately glancing at his watch, "It's too dangerous to go out alone this late at night. You could stay the night if you want, but if you don't, I can always escort you home."

You bit your lip, "I appreciate the offer Fred. I really do. But, you've already done so much for me. I can't ask you to do anything more."

He chuckled, shaking his head as he stood up, "I insist love. It's absolutely no problem."

"Fred, seriously, I can't. That would be asking for too much." You tried to reason.

But he wasn't backing down, "I insist. You've only got two choices, it's either you stay the night or I'm taking you home."

You sighed, "Fine. But, I'm taking the couch. No buts, no ifs."

He chuckled, "Whatever you say Miss Americana."

"Do you ever stop being so cheeky London boy?" You asked with a small smile.

He grinned, "Never."

You went into the bathroom to change into the oversized shirt and shorts Fred had let me borrowed.

When you had finished, you saw Fred sitting on the balcony.

You chuckled quietly, opening the slide door and stepping outside.

"That's pretty dangerous." You said, "You could lose your balance and fall 50, 60 feet? You'd be lucky to still be alive at that rate."

He smiled, "Aren't you a New Yorker? You should be used to the chaos."

You climbed over the balcony and sat beside him, "Just because I'm a New Yorker doesn't mean that I do things that will put my life at risk."

He looked at you, "Well, you're doing the same thing right now."

"I guess that you have that affect on me then." You said, looking at him.

"I can't believe that you're already leaving tomorrow." Fred suddenly said, causing you to look up from your coffee, since he decided that both of you should spend your last day at the place where you met.

You chuckled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear, "Time really flies when you're having fun."

You looked at the ginger in front of me. Something about him was... off today. He was quieter than usual.

"Hey," you said as your thumb rubbed small circles at the back of his hand, "are you okay? You seem a bit quieter than usual."

He bit his lip as he looked at you, "No, I'm absolutely fine sweetheart."

You gave him a skeptical look, "I can see it in your eyes, there's something bothering you."

Fred sighed, "It's just been something that I've been thinking about for the past week."

You licked my lips, terribly concerned, "Then tell me, maybe I could help you with it."

He interlocked our hands together, "Will you promise that whatever happens with what I tell you, it won't affect our friendship at all?"

You nodded, "Of course it wouldn't."

Fred took a deep breath, as if preparing himself for the worse, "Spending the past month with you has been the highlight of my entire year. I will honestly tell you that I've been dreading the day that you would have to go back to New York. I have been dreading the day you'll leave and possibly not come back."

You gulped, "Freddie, you're scaring me."

"If I don't tell you this, then it would be my biggest what if. I love you Y/N. More than a friend, more than anything else that I've loved before. It's perfectly fine if you don't feel the same and turn down my offer. But, Y/N L/N, will you be my girlfriend?" He said with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

You smiled as you nodded, "Yes Fred. I will be your girlfriend!"

He grinned, standing up and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

"Thank goodness!" He said as we pulled apart, "You've just made me the happiest man alive."

You giggled, "Well then, that makes me the happiest person to ever walk the planet."

"But, how about the distance?" You asked, "New York isn't on the other side of London."

He licked his lips, "Well, that's what technology is for, isn't it?"

You laughed, "You are a smart cookie."

The time flew by, before you knew it, Fred was taking you back to the hotel for the last time.

"Got everything packed?" Fred asked as he rested a hand on your suitcase.

You looked around the room, already feeling a bit nostalgic for the place that had served as your home for the past month.

You nodded, "Yeah, everything's complete."

We walked out of the room, climbing into the cab that brought you to the airport.

We were silent for the most of the journey. Fred holding on tightly to your hand as much as possible.

When we arrived at the airport, Fred stayed by your side during everything, check-in, immigration and now the moment you dreaded the most.

"So, this is it." You shrug, trying to keep the tears at bay, "I have to go."

Fred sniffed, obviously trying hard not to cry, "I know. But, I don't want you to go."

You gave him a small smile, "I don't want to leave yet too, baby. It's not like I have a choice. Besides, that's what technology is for."

He pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly, "Yeah, but it's not the same as having you here with me." He said, now openly crying.

"Hey, hey." You said, my tears now dripping down my cheeks, "Don't cry. Just call and text me anytime. Don't think about the timezones. Okay? I don't care if you call or text me at 3 am. I will answer."

Fred sniffed, wiping the tears from you cheeks, "Okay. But, I'll be seeing you in two months."

You chuckled, "Two months? I'll try and get a ticket."

My boyfriend gave a small smile, shaking his head, "I meant me. I'll be visiting you in New York in two months."

"Really?" You said in awe.

He nodded, "Yeah. Now before you protest, I already bought a ticket."

You flung my arms around his neck, "You're the best boyfriend ever!"

"You're the one who brings out the best in me." He whispered.

"Passengers of flight 2B5567 please head to the boarding gate immediately." Someone said over the intercom.

Fred and you pulled apart, profusely wiping the remaining tears from our eyes.

"This is it." You said again.

He nodded, "The 'it' we can't avoid no matter what we do."

He pulled you into a passionate kiss, one where we poured all of your love into it. For one final time.

You grabbed my luggage, heading towards the gate when you suddenly didn't care about missing your flight.

Your let go of your luggage, running into Fred's arms as you threw your arms around him, pulling him in for another kiss.

"Last reminder, all passengers of flight 2B5567 please head to the boarding gate immediately." The intercom sounded again.

"Sweetheart, I love you and all, but you're going to miss your flight." Fred said.

You nodded, taking off my bracelet, it was the one you were wearing the day you met Fred.

You handed it to your boyfriend, seeing his expression falter a little, "I can't take that princess."

You gave him a reassuring smile, "You can and you will. Whenever you miss me, just hold this and think that I'm holding your hand."

He sniffed as he took it, "I love you." He said, his voice cracking a little.

"I love you too." You said.

"Go to the gate." He urged, "The plane won't wait for you."

You nodded, giving him one last smile before heading back to your luggage and going to the gate.

"'Till we meet again, Miss Americana." He said with a small smile, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

You waved goodbye, "Till our next adventure, my London boy." You said before showing the attendant my ticket and heading into the plane.

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