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thefallennightmare · 11 months ago

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Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: Have fun 🪽🍡

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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NOAH

My knee bounced with nerves as I sat in the chair in the quiet waiting room, the only noise came from the slow ticking of the clock on the wall opposite of me. I eyed it carefully as the seconds ticked by. My appointment didn’t start for another five minutes. I still had time to walk away from here but the daunting reality of the guys asking how it went today kept me rooted in place. So instead of dwelling on the fear of what’s coming, I typed out a new message on the Hollow Omens group chat.

Me: The new song premieres on Octane tomorrow night. Eight pm!

Malcolm: Oh shiit

Jolly: let’s fucking go! We’re excited for you guys to hear it.

Angel 🪽: excitement is so mother fucking real. I’m sad I’ll still be in Japan so I’ll have to figure out what time that would be here! I want to listen to it live.

My stomach dropped as all the wind got knocked out of me, the realization that Y/N would hear the song. The one I wrote about her in my haste of anger. Would she know it? What would she think?

Y/N had another week in Japan and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss her like fucking crazy. She’d already been gone a week so another seven days without her close to me made my heart stutter. I’d been taking care of Salem for her and the scent of her in her bedroom didn’t help the ache in my heart and stomach. I miss the way she smelled so when I noticed her perfume on her vanity; I spritzed the sweater I wore that day a couple of times, so it felt like she was close.

We kept our 2:30 FaceTime call every day since she left, even if it only lasted a few minutes. Just the occasional check-up on how things were going on each of our ends before she had to go, her dad having something planned for them. I called her every morning at 7:30, except this morning since I overslept. I was furious with myself but kept my cool as I sent her a text, letting her know I’d call her at 2:30 my time.

Angel 🪽: I’ll be in bed so don’t make fun of my bedhead.

Me: You’ll still look beautiful.

The corner of my lip turned up when I remembered the selfie I sent her the other day of Salem and I lounging on the floor of her bedroom.

Angel 🪽: oh, my baby! I miss you so much.

Angel 🪽: Oh, you too mochi!

Me: ouch, I’m hurt, angel.

Angel 🪽: I’ll make it up to you when you take me out for dinner. We can go half and half on an appetizer.

Me: For you? I’ll cover the whole bill while you order whatever you want.

Two days ago, Chase and Malcolm returned home so there was no need for me to check on Salem anymore. We expected Y/N to come back with them but she stayed longer for more one-on-one time with her dad.

“Noah?”

Snapping my eyes up to the petite voice, I nodded towards the older lady who stood at the open doorway of the office.

“I’m ready whenever you are,” she stepped to the side, allowing more space for me to walk inside.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek as my eyes cast towards the other door; the one that led outside where my car was parked.

“I hate to tell you this but even if you leave right now, I’ll still get paid,” the doctor joked with a small smile.

I hummed while slowly rising to my feet and walking past her into the office, the words on the door barely catching my attention. “Might as well get this over with.”

Dr. Poulos. Therapist.

NOAH

“Are you concerned she’ll be upset by what you’ve written?” Dr. Polous wondered while writing something down in the book on her lap.

I shrugged while chipping away the black nail polish on my fingernails. “Maybe.”

“Hm, I’m sensing you are.”

For the last twenty minutes, I told the therapist everything about my life; from the past till now. At first, I was apprehensive but knowing this was something I needed, I gave in.

“It doesn't matter. What happened is in the past. We’ve moved on.”

“Why are you using the past tense, Noah? She’s in your life. You’re starting over again, and trying things from a different approach.” Dr. Poulos steepled her fingers together.

“Yeah, I know,” I nodded

She hummed while sitting there to analyze me with her blue eyes, a slight pull on her thin lips.

“Y/N’S on a vacation, right?”

When I nodded, she continued. “Why don’t you take one as well? It might be good for you.”

I shifted on my spot on the couch, eyes darting over to the plant she had on the left side of her dresser. A bit fuzzy because of the connection between phone lines.

“I don’t need a vacation, that’s not what I do- I work. I have too much to do, so much shit to handle. Everything would fall apart if I didn’t,” I admitted. “It keeps my mind focused on what it needs to be focused on.”

Dr. Poulos raised a brow. “What shouldn’t you be focusing on?”

“I hate how much of my mind gets fucking distracted by her. It’s fuckin pathetic, all I see is a life I doubt we’ll ever have. Everything will be taken from me, I’m used to that by now,” I sighed while running a hand over my face.

“Your need to control everything is leaving you vulnerable to the parts of your life you can’t control. It makes you feel uncomfortable not being able to read her feelings, and control the situation, doesn’t it?”

My eyes snapped up from the floor, shoulders rigid with anger. “What do you think? I’ve never known the feeling of a stable home. There were so many years of my life living out of backpacks and on the road. I have these panic attacks, something she hasn’t seen, she doesn’t know about my darkness. She’ll never come back to me if she sees that.”

Dr. Poulos sighed while closing her notebook to set it on the table in between us. “You don’t know that, Noah. Unless you talk to her, you don’t know what she’ll think. Your issue with communication and feelings is, I think, causing a barrier between the two of you. You would rather live in your fantasies than risk giving up control. You wanted to give up control, even for a moment, and run. Are you upset you didn’t?”

I rubbed at my chin while adjusting my position on the worn leather couch. I didn’t know how to answer that so it took a few long beats of silence for me to find the right words.

“Fantasies don’t include repercussions. We were safe in our expressive, well-appointed studios, locked up with our rages and rebellions. I just want things to go the way they’re supposed to, the way I need them to. There’s no life without my band, my work, without her.”

Dr. Poulos smiled. “You don’t need to run from those feelings Noah, I think you need to start by opening up and letting yourself be truly honest. From the get-go, you’re only making yourself crazy running in circles, pushing your own limits.”

I couldn't help but snicker. “Are you sure you haven’t listened to my band before?”

She simply smirked while pulling out her schedule book.

“I’ll see what I can do,” I said, going back to her previous statement.

“It won’t be easy Noah, but I think we can start from here. What days work best for you?”

I mentally went through my schedule. “Wednesdays are fine. Just not at 2:30. I have another appointment I can't miss.”

NOAH

Music played from the speakers, bass pounding against the walls of the house, as I sat with Jolly and Michael on either side of me on the couch. It was still early in the afternoon so we hung out at the house. Jesse and Orie were cooking something on the grill while the three of us were browsing on our phones. My eyes were glued straight down at mine, my heart hammering throughout my body as my breath was still caught in my throat. My cock twitched lightly in my pants but I was frozen to adjust myself discreetly.

“How sweet does Y/N look in this photo?” Michael said while showing his phone to Jolly, who agreed with a small smile.

“Looks like she’s having fun. Noah, did you see it?”

I’d been staring at it for 5 minutes. Everything about it was beautiful. She was truly just as ethereal, as I said she was.

“I wonder if her caption is for a song,” Michael continued to analyze the picture, a little too long for my liking.

Realizing I didn’t even read the caption, I peered down and read it; my head tilted in confusion.

Fuck this wondering. Fuck this trying and trying. Fuck this belief that two people can become one ideal. Fuck this helplessness. Fuck this waiting for something to happen that probably won’t ever happen.

I knew it wasn’t good enough, no matter what I did, or how much I attempted to show her I was the man she needed. She didn’t want to feel trapped under someone’s gaze. Well, okay then.

Tossing my phone on the couch, I got up in a huff, irritated, walked to the kitchen, and slammed the cabinets as I looked for a glass.

“What’s the matter now?” Jolly asked with a sigh.

“Nothing,” I said while pouring myself some orange juice, slamming the fridge after putting the jug back.

“Who the fuck is slamming shit?” Jesse wondered while walking back inside with a platter of burgers and brats and setting it on the kitchen counter.

“Dude, it’s nothing.” I sucked in a breath, trying to keep my anger in check.

“Your actions beseech you, my friend, why are you mad?” Orie said now standing next to Jesse.

I shrugged while crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m just done,”

“Done with what?”

“Y/N feels trapped, Jolly! I knew she’d never fall back in with me. I knew it. She probably met some Japanese dude who can give her real ramen and is having the time of her fucking life. Maybe that’s why she hasn’t come home yet.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Jesse pinched his eyes in annoyance. “Noah, it’s not that deep. Nowhere in her post does it say that or imply that she’s seeing another man. Y/N is with her dad.”

“All I’m saying is she doesn’t need to be trapped under my gaze anymore, she can do whatever the fuck she wants,” I grumbled while sitting on top of the kitchen counter, legs dangling off the edge.

“You’re so dramatic. You can literally just ask to FaceTime her you know, talk this shit out like rational adults,” Orie said.

“No,” my voice was firm while my heart said something else.

It was almost 2 in the afternoon, which meant our daily FaceTime call would happen soon. Should I bring up the post to Y/N? Or just ignore it like we did every other elephant in the room.

“Good, good hide your feelings. Don't actually share them- see where that gets you.” Jolly shook his head in defeat then rose to his feet.

“We’re writing a record, aren’t we?” I shot back.

“Yeah that don’t mean-”

“Wait, sit down jolly. I just thought of another track. We need to write this down.”

With a reluctant sigh, Jolly pulled out his phone to type as I sang softly the melody that was buzzing in my brain.

“I asked for more than I could take with nothing left to give. So who, who, who, who are you, you? Who, who, who are you? Every day it’s all the same. I don’t wanna play your games. If you wanna know, it depends on who’s asking. Who, who are you?”

“You really are a head case you know,” Michael says before retreating up the stairs to his room.

“Good, don’t care!” I called back before jumping off the counter. “Shit, we need a new amp tuner! I’m going to head to the record store and get a new one.”

“You can use mine,” Jesse said with a mouth full of cheeseburger.

This mother fucker is always munching on something.

“No, it’s fine, I need to clear my head, anyway. I’ll be back soon.”

NOAH

I held my phone in my hand, the constant ringing as I walked towards the record store irritating my already on-edge attitude. It was 2:35 and the second time I tried calling Y/N with no answer. I tried to tell myself that she even said she would miss a few calls, but she hasn’t yet. A week away and we still made our 2:30 FaceTime calls.

Something still didn’t add up.

With an agitated groan, I stuffed my phone back into my pocket while I hummed a new tune to myself, the words rolling off my tongue with ease.

“You’re too good to be true, yeah I gotta go, gotta run You don’t want me the way I want you, no. You walked too close to the rails; I picked you up when you fell.”

As I walked into the record store, a loud bell sounded my presence, and a brunette lifted her head from the front desk to give me a small smile. “Hi, welcome in.”

Her eyes shined as her face twitched, the typical holy shit, I know that person's face that I always recognized when I went out in public.

“Hi,” I waved before walking over to the front desk, her eyes getting larger the closer I got. “How are you?”

“Go-good,” she stood straighter. “I’m sorry, I’m a little star-struck right now.”

I chuckled. “You’re fine. How long have you been a fan?”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “For the last few months. I saw you guys play with Hollow Souls this last tour.”

My face twitched at the mention of Y/N’s band but kept my composure.

“You know, Y/N’s a huge inspiration for me. Just how she dealt with everything with Trey. It’s amazing how she overcame that relationship.”

I went stiff but slack at the same time. “How do you know about that?”

The girl shrugged. “It’s all over the internet. Reddit has some pretty insane stories about the breakup. Some say Trey was cheating with underage girls while some say she cheated on him but I don’t believe that. She’s not that kind of person.”

“Um,” I rubbed at my chin, desperate to change the subject. “Can you show me where your tuners are?”

She nodded and motioned for me to follow her to the back of the store. We spent the next few minutes talking about the different kinds they had, even though I was familiar with it all, but having a conversation with someone who didn’t judge me or my actions was nice. For the first time in a long time, Y/N was at the back of my mind.

“So,” I peered down at the nametag on her shirt. “Bailey.”

Her cheeks reddened as her lips curled up. “I’d never thought I’d hear Noah Sebastian say my name.”

I chuckled, enjoying how easy it was to talk to her. “What’s your favorite song of ours?”

“It’s not a song but more so a verse off your self-entitled album; My pretty little face with all the right parts. My pretty little face I couldn’t keep from the dark, I learned from the best as my sorrows grew. And then they pulled me out after I introduced them to you.”

“You liked that?,” I asked, almost astonished.

Bailey smiled as she stared up at me, a soft expression on her face.“Yeah, it was deep, like you said you’re perfect on the surface but deep inside you’re flawed, like anyone else. But didn’t notice until the person who hurt you pulled them out.”

When my eyes widened, she quickly stammered over her words.“I’m sorry if that was a wrong assumption, it’s just how I saw it.”

“No, no,” I spoke quickly while running a hand through my hair. “That’s-that’s pretty close. I’m glad it has meaning to you, in that way. That’s special.”

“A lot of your lyrics make me feel that way,” she admitted sheepishly.

“Well, I hope the next record does the same.”

Bailey's brows raised to her hairline. “You’re already working on the next one?”

“Most of it is in the early stages. We’re about to release our first single tomorrow night; octane at eight. Make sure you’re ready.”

“There’s no such thing as ready,” she says. “There’s only willing.”

My jaw went slack for a few seconds until I let out a low cough to make my feelings. Her words had a different meaning than what I was thinking but it still sat deep low in my stomach; the comment kept replaying in my mind.

“What are you doing later?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

“Later?” Bailey raised a brow.

“Yeah, maybe grab some food and talk?”

“I don’t know,” she shifted on her feet to tuck another piece of hair behind her ear.

It was a simple action that reminded me of Y/N. Except it was something that made my heart flutter when she did it. With Bailey, nothing. My heart rate was slow, almost even, and there were none of those butterflies there.

“Are you- are you sure?”

Bailey’s voice brought me away from thoughts of Y/N and how she didn’t answer my call or any of the texts I sent her earlier.

I shrugged. “Well, I asked you, didn’t I?”

NOAH

Walking through the front door, guilt weighed down my heart. Jolly and Jesse were sitting on the couch watching a movie and they raised brows at me.

“You’re back late,” Jolly noted.

“Yeah, I uh- I went out with a girl tonight.” I stopped at the first step, hand gripping the railing.

“I’m sorry?” Jesse nearly dropped the bowl of popcorn. “Who?”

I sighed while turning more towards them while on the stairs. “The cashier at the record shop was nice, and we hung out. We went to Applebee’s and went half and half on an appetizer.”

“Wait- what about Y/N?” Jolly asked.

I snickered, eyes narrowing. “Y/N won’t mind, trust me.”

Anger still pooled low in my stomach because before walking into the house, I sent another text to Y/N to ask how everything was going.

Nothing.

Silence.

Kept me on read.

Message loud and fucking clear, angel.

“Noah, do you not remember what we discussed in the kitchen this morning?” Jolly said, raising his voice a bit, unusual for him. “What the hell, dude?”

Jesse tossed a handful of popcorn in his mouth. “You can’t tell a girl you’ll wait for her then go out with someone else.”

“It’s nothing serious,” I scratched my face. “I hung out with this girl. That’s all.”

“Noah-,” Jolly started.

I motioned upstairs, ready to change the subject. “Hey, Chase and Malcolm want to play Fallout. Are you in?”

“Yeah, I guess,” he sighed.

MALCOLM

“Hey, sweets. How are you feeling?” Chase asked into the phone that lay between us on our bed.

“I’m alright,” Y/N’s tired voice came through the speaker. “I spent the entire day sleeping. My dad had a full day planned for our last day together but I couldn’t get out of bed. I feel like shit.”

I gave a small smile even though she couldn’t see. “He understands, Y/N. Your dad isn’t going to be upset.”

There was a long beat of silence. “Before he dropped me off at the airport, we had a heart-to-heart today. About everything, about Noah.”

I shared a look with Chase. “What about Noah?”

“I’m ready, guys. Noah’s been so patient with waiting for me to go through these feelings and trauma. I thought being with him would deter me from healing but he’s actually what I need to heal.”

“You sure, buttercup? Don’t take this the wrong way, we’re happy that you’re finally at a good place mentally and that you want to jump into this with Noah. But we want to make sure that you’re sure.”

“It’s Noah,” there wasn’t a hint of hesitation in her voice. “I’d never been more sure about anything like this before.”

Chase smiled a little as we linked our hands together. Both of us were so proud of how far Y/N came within the last few months. When she first moved in with us, there was a dark point in all our lives we didn’t know if she would make it past the pain of what she did to Noah; even though it wasn’t completely her fault.

“We’re proud of you, Y/N,” Chase said.

“I love you guys. I feel like I don’t say that enough. Every single bad thing in my life, the two of you have been by my side.”

We could hear the tears in her voice.

“We love you too, sweets.”

We chatted for a few more minutes, making plans for when she returned to the States before her flight home was called. We weren’t able to pick her up when her flight landed so we dropped her car off earlier at the airport so she could drive herself back.

As soon as we hung up, a noise came from my computer, an invitation on Twitch.

“You sure you don’t want to play with us?” I asked Chase while I set up at my desk.

Chase nodded. “I’m fine with watching you play.”

“What’s up, fuckers,” I snorted into my microphone as I loaded up into the game with Noah.

Jolly was there as well but only Noah was listening to me.

“Hey guys.”

I glanced over to Chase when we heard the somber voice of Noah.

“What’s wrong with you, Sebastian?” Chase asked.

“It’s been a long day,” he sighed.

For the next half hour, I played with Noah and Jolly, with Chase watching, and we all joked about random shit but Noah was quiet for most of the time. Something was off with him and as the last match ended, I was ready to get off the game until Noah’s words gave us pause.

“I went out on a date tonight.”

Chase stiffened next to me as I fell back to my chair with my heart-stopping. “I know I’m colorblind but I’m not deaf. What did you just say?”

“No, you’re not,” Chase playfully smacked my chest.

Noah let out a deep breath. “I’m seeing somebody- I can’t, I - she doesn’t want me how I want her.”

Although he never said her name, we knew exactly who he was walking about.

“That’s not true, Noah, you know it’s not. She does. She’s just-.” I said.

“Look, please don’t start this shit right now. I just need to attempt to move on, at least.”

I quickly put my microphone on my mute and then turned my chair towards Chase.

“What the fuck?” I said with an exasperated breath.

“I don’t understand, this isn’t making sense,” He ran a hand over his buzzed head, something he always did when something bothered him. “Should we tell him about her dad and the song?”

“No, 'cause she’ll be pissed.”

“You don’t think she’ll be more mad now? Noah went on a fucking date tonight,” Chase seethed.

I pushed my auburn curls away from my face. “Man, I don’t know. It almost feels like it’s not our place to get involved but it’s-.”

“Y/N,” Chase finished my sentence.

“We need to give her a heads up, just end this tension bullshit. They have to talk,” I sighed.

“She can’t get upset,” Noah’s voice brought us back to the conversation, and I unmuted my microphone.

“Who can’t get upset?” I asked.

“Y/N, she can’t get upset. She ignored me all day after that post on Instagram.”

Chase scoffed. “What the fuck, dude. What does that have to do with you going on a date?”

“I tried to call her, it was 2:30! No answer.”

The way that Noah was speaking clarified that there were underlying feelings behind his actions but of course, wouldn’t tell anyone about it.

“You want to fucking know why she didn’t call you?” Chase sat forward, elbows on his knees and veins in his neck twitching. “News flash, Noah, the world just doesn’t stop when you don’t get attention.”

“Excuse me?”

I could see the darkness take over Chase’s usual bright eyes and knew what he was about to say. I shook my head. “Chase no, it’s not-.”

“No, fuck this soap opera shit. Y/N passed out at 2:30, she has been all fucking day. She was in pain you, idiot.”

A long beat of silence. “What do you mean?”

“Chase-,” I tried again.

This wasn't our business to tell. This should have been something Y/N and Noah talked about privately.

Chase ignored me as his knee bounced with anger. “No, I’m tired of this nonsense. Y/N has endometriosis you ass!”

More silence, only this time you could hear the background noise coming from Noah’s mic clear as day; voices.

“Wait-she told me she deals with something that takes a lot out of her every month. That’s it?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “Stage Three. It’s a disease in which tissue similar to the lining of the uterus grows outside of the uterus. Every month when she has her period, the pain is worse than normal because of this. Hence today all she did was sleep. She wasn’t ignoring you, Noah. She was just asleep.”

“It's serious. She’s been dealing with this for years and she’ll continue to deal with it for the rest of her life,” Chase said.

“If it wasn’t for the surgery, it could have been worse,” I informed next.

“Wait, what surgery? When?,” Noah asked with pure confusion in his voice.

Chase bit the inside of his cheek. “It was a few years ago before Hollow Souls took off. It’s called a laparoscopy.”

“She had a what? I don’t know what the fuck that is?”

I repeated the word for Noah but his agitation was clear in his next words.

“A lapara-parascopy”

“Bro, sound it out, lapar-o-scopy,” Chase gave a light chuckle, given how tense the conversation got.

“Yeah still don’t know what the fuck that is, is she alright? Is she-.”

Chase and I shared a look, knowing there’s a lot more we can go on about this but also knowing that we’ve said all we could say.

“Like Malcolm said, Endometriosis comes with pain and inflammation, and she can pass out from the pain. Y/N gets sick a lot-you have to do your own research on this, Noah. But you also need to know, it’s not all about you,” Chase said with a shake of his head.

“Why can’t she just tell me that?”

“She wants to, trust us. We know-.”

Noah’s voice cut me off. “I know you know her, but you don’t know what feelings she has. I can’t keep falling for this every time.”

“Noah. come on you’re so stubborn! What happened to waiting?” I shot back with an edge to my voice.

I rarely ever lost my patience but right now with how stubborn Noah was being, I couldn’t help but scoff.

“Never said I wasn’t, but I need to move forward too until she speaks to me herself about this. What else can I do?”

“Noah, she loves you, man. She fucking loves you.”

“If that’s true she would tell me, Malcolm, this shit fucking hurts enough. I’ve got to go, I’ll talk to you guys later.”

Before we could even say goodbye, Noah exited our chat that we used to play video games, leaving just the buzz of dead air playing back on my speakers.

NOAH

Stage 3 of endometriosis is considered moderate.

Endometriosis itself is not a fatal condition. However, experts associate endometriosis with some potentially life-threatening conditions, such as ectopic pregnancy and depression.

There are two types of endometriosis surgery: excision and ablation. Both are laparoscopic, meaning the surgeon makes tiny holes in the patient’s skin and can enter through those holes to perform the surgery, rather than needing to make large incisions. Ablation uses heat to destroy tissue, while excision uses heat to remove it. Ablation can only remove tissue on the surface, while excision can dig deeper to remove all of it.

“Oh Angel baby,” I sighed while dropping my pen on the piece of paper I’d been writing on for the last thirty minutes.

With both hands dragging down my face, I let out another deep sigh before scrolling through another article.

The most common symptom of endometriosis is pelvic and lower back pain, especially during the menstrual period. Rather than the cramping that many women experience during their periods, women with endometriosis often experience severe pain that can be difficult to manage. Other symptoms include pain during intercourse, pain with urination or bowel movements, heavy bleeding during periods, bleeding between periods, fatigue, and infertility.

A small gasp left my lips when I remembered back to that night we shared. The pained expression as I hovered over her until we switched positions then the blood on the condom.

Fuck, infertility. That’s why she freaked when I mentioned a family.

Deciding I had enough research for one night, I called out for Jolly and Jesse.

“Everything alright?” Jesse asked a moment later, followed by Jolly.

The two of them sat on the edge of my bed while I continued to sit on my computer chair, slowly rocking back and forth.

“I-um-I just found out something about Y/N. Might explain why she left that night,” I said while handing them the notepad of paper that I was using for my notes.

Both of them read through it, Jesse sucking in a breath while Jolly let his shoulders fall and took a deep breath.

“Shit,” Jesse said.

Jolly, however, gave me a look. One I knew all too well.

“You fucking knew,” I accused while leaning forward in my chair.

“Not what she was going through. Nick wanted to tell me but-.”

“Wait,” I shook my head in disbelief. “Nick knew?”

I didn’t give Jolly time to explain because I quickly dialed Nick’s number and put the call on speaker while it rang.

“Yellow?” Nick answered on the third ring.

I rolled my eyes. “First of all, don’t answer the phone like that. You know I hate it.”

“Exactly why I do it. What's up?”

“You knew, I fucking know you knew,” I seethed.

There was a very long moment of silence from Nick’s end before a tired breath sounded. “Noah-.”

“No! Why did you fucking help them lie to me? You had me believing I did some shit for months! You all knew what her issue was and you just let me sit here in the dark over it?”

I rose from my chair and paced my room as the anger intensified. For months, they made me think I was the problem; it was my fault that Y/N walked away.

“It wasn’t our place to bring it up, Noah,” Jolly said.

“Y/N should have just been honest upfront about it,” Nick spoke next.

“Clearly she was scared! Read this shit!,” I pointed to the notepad. “She goes through that every month. And not one of you told me. I could have faced her anger later. Fuck, man.”

A shaky breath fell from my lips as I ran a hand over my chin, trying to control the way my heart raced and pulse quickened.

“It’s not too late, Noah,” Jesse reminded me.

“It is because I certainly don’t know how she feels; not now,” I said reminding them about the Instagram post this morning.

Jolly pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Not this again. It was a post, Noah!”

“Whatever, I’m not dealing with this right now, just know I fucking know you knew and it’s irritating,” I told Nick on the phone.

“But now that you know, does it change how you feel?”

As I opened my mouth to answer, the phone buzzed in my hand and my heart rate now doubled, thinking it was Y/N.

Unknown: had an awesome time with you! 💕 so glad we’re trying this.

Fuck.

My heart sank to the depths of my insides realizing that the text message wasn’t from Y/N.

“It doesn’t matter now,” I answered Nick’s question with a defeated sigh.

CHASE

Malcolm paced the entire length of our bedroom with his hands on his hips. His auburn hair fell around his shoulders in curly waves and if it was any other situation, I would marvel at how gorgeous he looked.

“Mal, you need to calm down. You’re going to burn a hole in the floor,” I tried to reach for his hand but he sped past me.

His emerald eyes burned. “He’s dating someone. Can you believe that? After all that bullshit about waiting for her. The second she’s ready, he moves on?”

“We don’t know that they’re dating. Noah said they went out on one date, it doesn’t mean anything.”

Malcolm sighed before falling onto the bed next to me. It was nearing eight in the evening. Y/N’s flight would land any minute and we were patiently waiting for her to return home.

“Are we going to listen to their song?” Malcolm asked.

I rubbed his knee. “They’re still our friends, Mal. We need to support them.”

Eventually, he nodded before resting his hand over mine. “We need to warn, Y/N. I don’t want her to be blindsided by this news or find out about it from someone else.”

I agreed and pulled out my phone, quickly typing a message out to Y/N.

Chase: sweets, we need to talk to you. Call us when you can.

Sweets: I have pretty shitty service where I’m at. What’s up?

Malcolm and I shared a look, neither of us wanting to tell her over text but knew that it would be better if she found out from one of us. The words almost burned on my fingers as I typed them.

Chase: Noah went out on a date. He’s seeing someone.

Read 9:30 pm.

Chase: sweets??

Read 9:43 pm.

After almost twenty-five minutes with no response from Y/N, I tried calling her twice which only went straight to voicemail. Malcolm pulled out his phone so he could pull up her location. The three of us always shared our location, in cases of times like this.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

“What?” I asked, heart pounding hard against my chest as I peered over his shoulder to look at his phone.

Immediately, we recognized where Y/N was; her avatar on the map unmoving and staying in the same spot for the last half an hour.

Chase: Y/N, please let me know you’re okay.

“What do you think she’s doing there?” I asked.

Malcolm rested his head in his hands. “I don’t know, babe. But whatever the reason, shit’s changed now. It can’t be good.”

We sat in silence for another long few minutes, my hand rubbing soothing circles on Malcolm’s back in a way to keep him calm. I was about ready to text Jolly when Malcolm’s phone rang.

“Buttercup, where are you?” He rushed out once he saw the caller ID.

There was silence on the other end until a broken, destroyed voice sobbed into the phone.

“I fucked up, guys.”

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert #noah sebastian smut #enemies to lovers #right person wrong time #starcrossed lovers

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hotshotsxyz · 2 years ago

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thirteen threads

(6x12 companion) (1.7k words) (buddie adjacent) in which buck begins to identify the many things he feels following his near death experience. spoilers for 6x12

It’s in Eddie’s kitchen that Buck begins to unravel the tangled web of emotions that began weaving itself between his ribs the moment he was struck by lightning.

The feeling he finds there is relief. It’s shaped a little bit like the couch he’d fallen asleep on, and a little bit like the beer in Eddie’s fridge. Buck draws it in with every breath, and lets himself feel it on every exhale. There’s more, much more that he needs to examine, but bathed in the soft glow of the living room lamps and blanketed by the comfortable silence between them, Buck decides that for a moment, it’s alright to feel just one thing.

Eddie’s phone buzzes on the table, immediately drawing Buck’s eye. He’s surprised to see his sister’s name, but only because it took her this long. Eddie huffs a soft laugh, picks up the phone and stands.

“Buck’s fine,” he says, as soon as the call connects.

Buck can hear Maddie’s voice, but he can’t make out her words.

“He’s asleep on my couch.” Eddie shoots a wink in Buck’s direction.

Buck ducks his head and smiles.

Eddie hums noncommittally at whatever Maddie says next. “Just a little overwhelmed, I think. Give him some time.”

A few moments pass, and Eddie’s expression shifts minutely.

“I promise,” he says, solemn and soft. After another moment, he relaxes. “Goodnight Maddie,” he says. “I’ll tell him.”

Eddie hangs up the phone and returns to the table.

“I maybe should’ve told her where I was going,” Buck says with a wry smile.

“Maybe,” Eddie says, eyes sparkling the way they do when he thinks something is funny.

“Not gonna ask me why I didn’t?”

Eddie shrugs.

Buck scrubs a hand through his hair. “I guess you already know,” he says.

Overwhelmed. That’s the second feeling he finds.

…

Exhaustion, Buck discovers when he wakes on Eddie’s couch in the morning, is the third. It’s easier to unravel than the others, clearly visible from its point of origin all the way to the home it’s made in him. Physically and emotionally, Buck is tired.

It’s not a new feeling, not by a long shot. It’s a little like an old friend, actually, comforting in its familiarity. Exhaustion is temporary. Exhaustion tells him that he’s still healing, that he won’t be stuck in his own head forever.

Buck sends Bobby a quick text, one that receives a response almost immediately. He wonders for a moment what woke him, but doesn’t have to wait long to find out.

He hears Christopher before he sees him, and immediately a smile stretches across his face. Buck sits up, and within seconds has an armful of the best kid in the universe.

“Hey, kid,” he says, voice still raspy with sleep.

“Hey, Buck,” Christopher replies. He pulls back and sits on the coffee table. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” Buck says. “I missed you!” He ruffles Christopher’s hair.

Christopher narrows his eyes, and for a moment, he looks exactly like Eddie. “You’re lucky I just woke up,” he says, patting his hair back down.

A bright peal of laughter slips from Buck’s lips.

In this moment, Buck feels warm.

…

On the way to his appointment, Maddie calls. Buck feels a flash of frustration, followed in an instant by guilt. The two intertwine, and settle somewhere above his diaphragm.

“Hi Maddie,” he answers.

“Hey Buck,” she says. Her voice, contained by his Jeep’s speakers, sounds small.

The guilt in his chest grows and squirms.

“Are you on your way to the doctor?” Maddie asks.

Buck swallows against the inexplicable urge to snap and slows to a stop as he reaches a red light. He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yep,” he answers, trying not to let any irritation bleed into his voice.

“Is everything okay?”

“Maddie, I’m fine,” Buck says, just a little too quickly. He can practically hear the frown on the other end of the line. “I’m sorry,” he says after a moment. “I really am okay. I just…”

Buck tries to follow the frustration to its origin, tries to find the words to explain why he can’t embrace her questions and worry with the same enthusiasm he’d had for Christopher and comes up empty.

“It’s okay, Buck,” Maddie says gently. “I know this is hard.”

An ugly part of Buck wants to snap, no, no you don’t know, but Buck pushes it ruthlessly down. “I think I just need some time,” he says instead.

“Okay,” Maddie says. “Just… don’t let yourself spiral alone. You know I’m here for you, whether you want me to be or not.”

Unexpectedly, Buck is hit with a flood of gratitude. “I know,” he says softly. “I know I’m not alone.”

He’s surprised to hear himself say it, and even more surprised to find he means it. Countless emotions lay tangled in his chest, but loneliness is not among them.

…

The waiting room is quiet and sterile. Buck’s far from the only person sitting in it, but aside from the occasional clearing of a throat, no one makes a noise. It’s oppressive in a way the quiet hadn’t been the night before, and Buck feels stuck in it, choked by it.

Time seems to move like molasses as Buck watches the interminable jerking motions of the second hand on the clock before him. Impatience, he thinks, is what he’s feeling now.

Impatience is as familiar to Buck as exhaustion, and he’d half expected it to be the final knot he needed to unravel in order to begin processing, as Eddie put it. Maybe he’s grown, though, because it only really feels like a peripheral piece of the mess in his chest.

A nurse calls his name, and it seems to evaporate. He’s sure it’ll come back when he finds out what test is next, but for now, there’s one less loose end to strangle him.

…

At first, when Dr. Salazar asks how he’s feeling, Buck tells her what he knows to be true.

“I’m getting my strength back,” he says, waiting for the next shoe to drop.

When it does, it’s not the one he’s expecting. The newest feeling in his chest, draped delicately over the others, is disbelief.

“Really?” he asks when Dr. Salazar says he can return to work. He kind of wants to prod her, to remind her what it is he does for a living. It’s not like he’ll be going back to a pile of paperwork.

Well, actually he will, but that’s not really the point.

“Do you want a second opinion?” she asks, and the thing is, Buck kind of does.

Not because he doesn’t trust Dr. Salazar, he does, but because he’s all too familiar with the heartbreak of getting the all clear and having it pulled away at the last second.

Buck remembers the pain in his leg that he would’ve sworn was just a pulled muscle and finally puts a name to the feeling that’s been driving his anger every time someone asks if he’s okay.

Dread. The feeling that something terrible is still around the corner. That the universe is holding its breath, waiting for Buck to let his guard down.

The only constant Buck’s ever really had is change, so when he asks, he half expects Dr. Salazar to say that everyone comes out the other side different. Instead, she tells him, in a way that makes Buck think of Bobby more than anyone else, that everyone finds their own way back. He thinks he understands why Eddie recommended her.

“Thank you,” Buck says finally. “I think that helps.”

“You’re welcome,” Dr. Salazar says with a nod. “And Mr. Buckley– if you find yourself struggling with this experience more than you expect to, I have resources I’d be happy to share with you. It’s not unusual to have mixed feelings in a situation like this.”

Buck ducks his head and smiles. “Someone else said the same thing. He, uh– he said the best thing I could do is let myself feel them all.”

Dr. Salazar smiles. “He sounds like a smart man,” she says.

“He is,” Buck agrees.

…

Buck doesn’t call Maddie to tell her the good news. He doesn’t call Bobby or Eddie either. He doesn’t call Hen, and he doesn’t call Chim. Instead, he walks until he finds himself on a bench in front of a small pond.

If it weren’t for the fountain in the middle, the water would be placid, undisturbed by wind or rain on this sunny day. Buck knows better than to think that nothing bad can happen on a beautiful day, but this one in particular feels safe. He wonders if that’s a feeling he can trust.

As he watches the ducks swim and occasionally dive, Buck finds himself again poking at the mess of emotions in his chest.

There was a time when he’d have done anything to hear that he was cleared to work. His job is who he is. Hell, he’d said as much to evil-him in his coma dream. So there should be happiness, somewhere in that tangled web. Excitement, maybe. As much as he digs, though, Buck can’t find it.

Relief.

Overwhelm.

Exhaustion.

Warmth.

Frustration.

Guilt.

Irritation.

Gratefulness.

Disbelief.

Impatience.

Anger.

Dread.

Buck stands from the bench and turns his back to the lake. There’s something left, something that tangles with everything else and constricts his chest when he tries to breathe too deeply. He looks up at the sky, and instead of clear azure, he sees dark clouds and rain.

Cold water pools in the divots of his skin, and he hears himself volunteer for a job he knows is going to kill him. His vision goes white, and all that remains is pain.

Buck blinks and the sky is blue.

The final piece of the puzzle comes loose, a corner piece laid before him that is mocking in its simplicity.

Fear.

Buck is terrified.

#late to the party but still here!#911 #911 spoilers #911fic #911 fic #evan buckley #buddie #fic #abbie writes #tags in a sec etc #userceecee

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years ago

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For The Night Part 3

AN: Maybe just maybe things will get better

Synopsis: Jack comes to a realization about your pregnancy and wants to do everything he can to make it up to you before it's too late

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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“I am so sick and tired of your shit, I swear. It’s the same thing day in and day out. If I had known you were going to act like this, I wouldn’t have even bothered to tell you I was pregnant in the first place.”

“And I’m sick of us arguing every time we see each other. You are always jumping down my throat about something.”

“Because you aren’t doing a got damn thing that I ask for you to do. Is it that hard to help me build the crib? Is it that hard to take me to an appointment? Is it that hard to help me do the registry for the baby shower?”

“I have taken you to your appointments.”

“Jackman, you took me to one. And that was when it first happened so you can stop. I don’t even know why I came over here because I knew how this shit was going to go. The last thing I need is to be stressed out but you’re doing a …. OH!”

Jack then got a startled look on his face while looking you up and down to see if you were okay.

He was low key panicking from your outburst.

“Is something wrong? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, she just kicked.” You said while waving your hand to brush him off.

“Oh, um does it hurt?”

“No, just caught me off guard, that’s all. She likes to play soccer in there. Do you want to feel her?”

Jack was hesitant, but slowly nodded his head. You grabbed his right hand to place it on your stomach where her feet just were anticipating her to kick.

It took a few seconds, but when she finally did, Jack was amazed.

“Does she do this often?”

“Some days more than others. She does it a lot when I’m around you or she hears your voice.” You simply shrugged.

Jack then felt two more kicks to his hand.

“You never told me before.”

“Because we were too busy arguing, remember? Anyway, I have things to do so I’m leaving.”

“Do you want me to take you?”

“No, Jess is downstairs waiting for me. The one person that I can actually depend on.”

“Umm, okay. Just uh make sure you text me when you get home so I know you’re safe.”

Now it was your turn to look startled.

He hasn’t said anything along those lines since before you got pregnant.

“I’ll be fine. See you whenever and at this rate, it might be in the delivery room after she’s born.”

You slipped on your light jacket and without another word made your way downstairs to Jessica.

Once you had left, Jack sat down on his couch for a second taking everything in.

He felt her kick

He felt HIS daughter kick

She was literally half of him and half of you

He then hopped up off the couch and proceeded to make his way into his bedroom over to his tall dresser.

He was throwing clothes out of each drawer left and right until he could find it

“Shit, shit, shit. Where is it?!? I know it’s in here.”

He knew that it was around here somewhere and that he didn’t throw it away, no matter how much he was scared shitless when he had first found out.

It wasn’t until Jack emptied out the bottom drawer and found it.

The sonogram picture of his daughter.

All Jack did was simply stare at it.

This little girl was depending on him,

And so was her mother.

The mother that he has treated like absolute shit over the past few months.

Just because he was scared about now being responsible for another human being, she had to be scared too.

They went from talking every day to simply arguing every time they saw each other.

And he knew it was all because he was being an ass and running away from his responsibilities.

They didn’t deserve that and you definitely didn’t deserve how he had been brushing you off for the entire pregnancy.

You had about three more months until she got here and Jack made it up in his mind to do his absolute best in order to make it up to you for how he had been acting, both of you.

It was three days later when your phone went off alerting that Jack was calling you and you immediately rolled your eyes.

You never thought in a million years that that would be your reaction to seeing him calling you, but here you were.

“Yes, Jackman?”

“I can’t believe I did this, I just…. I have to do better.”

“Jack?”

“I know you probably hate me and I would hate me too. I left you high and dry and I know you were scared shitless, but so was I.”

“Jack?”

From that point it sounded as if he began sniffling and if you had only been confused before, now you were both worried and confused.

“Are you? Are you crying?”

“I….”

“Okay, I’m coming. I’ll be there soon.”

You had no idea what the hell was going on with him but because you still cared about him of course you were going to go over to his condo and see if he was okay.

You drove a little faster than you should have in order to get there, and raced to the elevator in order to get to the top floor.

You knocked on the door and were met with a red faced, puffy eyed Jack who was holding a teddy bear along with a milkshake.

“What is going on?” You asked and he simply moved to the side so that you could get past him.

You went and sat on the couch, while Jack was pacing in front of you while tightly holding onto the bear and cup.

“Jack? Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” You curiously asked because at this point, you were trying not to freak out.

He might have been getting on your last nerve lately, but at the end of the day you did still care about him and his well-being.

“I just… I need to apologize to you and our daughter for how I’ve been acting. I’ve always wanted to be a father but I just thought that the circumstances would be different. I definitely thought I would have kids with you though, even though I don’t think I ever told you that. I care about you so much and I didn’t show it these past few months, but please know that you are important to me, both of you. I just…. I need to be better and from this point forward, I’m all in. Whatever you need, I’m here. Umm, do we have enough clothes for her? Should we breastfeed her or bottle feed her? I think I read last night that breast feeding was the better option. I’ll hire a personal lactation consultant just in case she has problems latching on. I could probably go and order more diapers because you can never have enough of those. Wait, does she have enough toys? Oh shit, how are you going to finish school? Online classes are an option and I can watch her while you’re doing your work.”

Every single time you tried to get his attention or answer one of his questions, it wasn’t working so you opted to yell at him even though you didn’t want to.

“JACKMAN!”

“Oh, yes?”

“Just breathe and sit for a minute.”

Jack listened to your directions and sat down next to you while still holding the bear and milkshake.

“Umm, are those for me?” You curiously asked while looking at them.

“Yes, I forgot I was holding them. It’s your favorite flavor, cookies and cream. Oh, that doesn’t make you nauseous at all, does it? I know how sometimes when people get pregnant, they can’t eat their favorite things because they can’t stomach it.”

“JACK!”

“Sorry, I’m just….”

“First off, thank you for the bear and the milkshake. I can drink it, I just have to do it slowly and what in the world brought all this on?”

“Do you want me to be honest?”

“Obviously.”

“When I felt her kick the other day.”

“Oh.”

“Right after you left, I tore up my room looking for the sonogram picture you gave me and I’ve been walking around with it since. I have not been there for either of you and I can understand if you hate me.”

“I could never hate you, stop being dramatic. You called me a crying, snotting mess and I still came over here, didn’t I?”

Jack simply nodded.

“I know it’ll take time for you to forgive me, but I wanted to tell you that I bought a lot of things for her and you too. I got a lot of pregnancy books to read too. I know it’s late in the game but….”

“I see you’re trying, so it’s okay.”

“But it’s not okay. I tell you how much you mean to me but I do the complete opposite and treat you like shit and push you away when all I had to do was be honest with you and tell you how scared I was about this.”

“Jack…”

“I know it’ll take you a while to forgive me like I said, but it’ll probably take me even longer to forgive myself. I can’t even imagine how you were feeling and what you were thinking.”

“It was definitely hard and I felt like I had lost you and lost you for good. A lot of times you and Jess would be the first people that I told when certain things happened and I couldn’t do that with you anymore because I was scared that it would turn into an argument.”

“I never want to put you in a position like that again and I’m sorry. Whatever it is, please know that you can come to me about it.”

You simply nodded your head while Jack held on tightly to your hand.

“And I’ve been working on her room ever since, do you want to see it?”

“Sure.”

You simply set down the milkshake and your bear before following Jack upstairs to the second floor and stopped outside of a closed door that was in very close proximity to his.

“I just… I hope you like it.”

Jack opened the door and let you walk in first and your jaw was on the floor.

You were quiet for a few minutes taking it all in and Jack was becoming nervous.

“Is it okay? I can change it if you want.”

“This is…. You did this all by yourself?” You turned around to ask him and he simply nodded.

“I uh… haven’t slept in like three days so I could get it done to show you.”

“Jack, you need to sleep, that is not good.”

“I know, I just wanted to do this for you and for her.”

Her room was a soft baby pink with an elephant theme. Her dresser and changing table were white and light gray. Her toys were in the corner next to the window along with her night light.

Jack really outdid himself.

“I left the space over the crib empty so I could put her name there when we decided what it was. And I know you love elephants so I thought the theme made sense.”

“We have time to do that. But… thank you.”

“No need to thank me, just doing what I’m supposed to do. Umm do you need me to do anything for you right now?”

You simply shook your head no before you quickly changed your mind.

“Actually, yes.”

“What is it?”

“I need for you to go to sleep.”

“But…”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll be here when you wake up but Jack you really need to sleep. We won’t be getting a lot of it once she gets here.”

“Okay, you’re right.”

“And have you eaten today or you’ve just been a crying mess?”

“Umm…”

“That’s it. Go to sleep now. I’ll make us dinner when you wake up.”

—

“Stink! Look at this one! Do you like it?” Jack held up a yellow onesie for you to look at that said Daddy’s Little Superstar.

You had been told to not lift a finger for the rest of your pregnancy by Jack and from that day that he apologized to you, he had kept his word.

Didn’t miss a doctor’s appointment, made sure you ate well and got exercise, read pregnancy books, and spent quality time with you.

Even though Jessica still wanted to kill him because of how he acted before, she was somewhat happy that he decided to step up and take care of his responsibilities.

“It’s cute, I like it. But Jack, does she really need more clothes? We had to buy two more dressers to fit her things in.”

“I mean I think I’m done.”

“That’s what you said last week and you went and got her ten pairs of baby New Balances. Jack, she can’t walk yet.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being prepared!”

You held up your hands in defense as you turned back to the television.

“What did you want to do for dinner today?” Jack asked while coming to sit down next to you and rubbing your stomach.

“Hi, cutie pie. Are you being good in there for your momma?”

The response he got was several kicks and you immediately groaned.

“She loves you so much already, but my insides have to be bruised at this point. Yesterday, I played Young Harleezy and she just about lost her shit. Like yes girl that’s your daddy, but got damn.”

“I can’t wait until she’s here and we can hold her.”

This had been the norm as of lately, you were spending time with each other every day, and nine times out of ten that was at Jack’s condo. He would always take you home every night when it started to get late. He was slowly trying to repair his relationship with you and was going to go at your pace.

“I want chick-fil-a.” You answered while thinking about the half and half that you loved so much.

“A salad?”

“Jack, I will bite you. Get me my usual and no one gets hurt.”

“Babe, that’s greasy.”

“I can have it for one day! It’s not going to hurt. Besides, she wants it.”

“Okay, I’ll get it. I’ll order it around 6 so it will be here by 7.”

As you were finishing your milkshake, you noticed that Jack was staring at you from the corner of your eye.

“What you creep?” You asked while turning fully to look at him.

“I just…. I want to ask you something.”

“Sure, I’m listening.”

“I just… I want the two of you to be close to me. I know we’re still repairing our relationship and everything and I know your condo isn’t far, but….. Would you be willing to move in with me?”

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currentlyfckingurmom · 1 year ago

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Her Song part 21

Me: I did it. I threw him out.

Ash: Fucking finally. That son of a bitch deserved it. Ash: Are you okay though?

Me: Yeah, I'm good. I just wanna take a nap.

Ash: Text me if you want me to come over <3

I sigh and put down my phone, rubbing my temples to soothe the tension that has built up there. Syd is curled up next to me on the couch, sound asleep as Shrek plays on the living room TV.

My phone rings and I hurriedly answer it to avoid waking Syd. "Hello?" I answer it quietly.

"Hi, I'm calling from Dr. Lancaster's office. Is this Ms. Y/L/N?" a young woman asks. She's probably a nurse.

"Yes it is." I carefully get off the couch and move to the kitchen to avoid disturbing Syd.

"Dr. Lancaster listened to your voicemail and would like me to inform you that everything is probably fine. We're happy to do a checkup just to be sure, but we're booked pretty full right now. The earliest we could get her in is the middle of next month."

I scoff before I can stop it. "Next month? Are you serious right now? I am telling you something is wrong and you can't even squeeze her in until next month?"

"I'm afraid there's nothing more we can do. But Dr. Lancaster asked me to assure you that your daughter is perfectly fine-"

"Respectfully, Dr. Lancaster is a pretentious douchebag who doesn't know shit. I'll find somewhere else to take her," I snap, ending the phone call.

I look into the living room, seeing Syd snoring softly on the couch. My breaths come heavier as tears prick at my eyes. I slide down to the kitchen floor and put my head in my hands, failing to slow the panic overtaking my chest. Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Something is wrong.

My phone rings. I'm worried it might be the nurse calling back to chew me out, but I check the caller ID and answer faster than I'd like to admit.

"Florence?" I breathe into the phone. I suppose my voice must be weaker than I realized, because concern instantly pours from her voice.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just, um," I pause to hold back a choked sob. Don't do this. I cannot be doing this right now. Sydney is fine. Everything is fine.

"Y/N, darling, talk to me. What's going on?" her soothing voice hums through the phone.

I pause and take a deep breath. When I speak, my voice is quiet. I think it's because I don't want to speak these words aloud. "Sydney has been really sick for a while now. I don't know what's going on, but something is wrong. Her doctor says everything's fine and won't get her in for an appointment. I'm just freaking out a little. It's fine."

"Darling, it's not fine. You're scared, and that's okay. We're going to get Syd to a doctor, and she's going to be perfectly fine. I promise," she assures me. "You'll keep her safe."

"Thank you, Flo. I really wish you were here right now." My heart skips a beat at the realization of the confession I let slip.

"You have no idea how much I want to be there with you. Soon, okay?"

She sounds so sure. So strong and so caring. Like nothing in the world could make her devotion waver.

"Okay."

"I'll call you later. I have to go. Bye, darling."

I mumble a reluctant goodbye and she hangs up the phone.

Syd stirs on the couch, and I instantly recognize the way her face scrunches up in pain. I wet a washcloth with cold water and lay it on her forehead , then kiss the crown of her head.

I change the TV to Netflix and spend the rest of the day on the couch next to Syd.

At some point that night, a song pops into my head and, for hours, I can't get it out. Flo would like this song.

I haven't given her a song recommendation in a long time. Maybe I should just text her. No, that's too clingy.

Oh, fuck it.

Me: I think you'd really like the song "Brand New" by Public Library Commute. It's been stuck in my head all night.

Ten minutes pass. Then fifteen. Then twenty. Then an hour. Then two. I begin to overthink every little interaction we've ever had, chewing the inside of my lip as I think of the stark contrast between being ignored and her caring words earlier.

She finally answers and I try to act cool, but the way I jump up to check the display bruises my ego.

Flo: I just listened to it and it's soooo good!! I love it so much!!! Thank you, darling :)

I smile at the message, but don't open it. Because I'm petty.

All of thirty minutes pass before I pick up my phone again to respond. I may be petty, but I'm also weak when it comes to beautiful women.

A knock on the door interrupts me as I unlock my phone. I look over, seeing that Syd is still asleep. I roll of the couch and jog to the door. When I pull it open, my jaw drops.

"Hey, stranger," Florence greets. With a smirk on her lips and a sparkle in her green eyes, she looks so damn...kissable.

Boyfriend. She has a boyfriend.

"What- what are you doing here? You're supposed to be doing a photoshoot!"

"I had more important things to attend to. May I come in?"

"Uh, yeah, of course," I stumble. She enters the apartment and I close the door behind her, my mouth opening and closing as I try to find the right words. "When you say 'more important things' what...what do you mean by that, exactly?"

"Well, for starters, there's this woman. She's beautiful. And smart, and strong, and independent. And she's hurting," Florence whispers as she steps closer to me. "I needed to be there for her. I want to be there for her. So here I am. If you'll have me."

She looks so determined, so sure that this is what she wants. But are we thinking about the same thing? Because I'm thinking about how goddamn soft her lips look, and for all I know, she could be thinking that she just came here for Syd.

"Florence, I don't- I don't know what you mean."

She sighs, shaking her head and looking to the ceiling to search for the right words. She finally looks back into my eyes with such sincerity it nearly knocks the breath out of my lungs.

"I'm done with this, Y/N." My heart stops. Done? "I'm done with pretending I don't feel unfathomable things for you." My heart beats a little faster. "I'm done acting like I don't want to kiss you breathless every time I see that goddamn smile of yours." My heart skips a beat.

"Florence, I...what about Zach?" I whisper, tears welling in my eyes. "You have a boyfriend, Flo. I can't be the other person."

"You would never be the other person, Y/N."

"But that's what I would be, right? You'd still be all Zach's, and I'd be left wishing you could be mine."

"That's not what I'm saying. Zach doesn't matter anymore-"

"How can you say that?" I scoff, my eyebrows furrowing. "How can you say your boyfriend doesn't matter when you're talking about kissing me-"

"For God's sake, Y/N, will you just shut the hell up for five seconds?" she snaps impatiently. "I broke up with Zach weeks ago, you adorable dumbass."

...Broke up? She's single?

"Oh," I breathe.

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh

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our-time-is-now · 7 months ago

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October 22, 2019 (1): Man, Linn… what are we doing here?

(previous play)

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Tuesday 6:52 pm:

Linn: ~has heard that Matteo has come home and just hopes that David is with him~ ~waits a few more minutes to be sure, because she doesn’t want to immediately attack them, but then leaves her room and listens~ ~can’t hear anything and continues on to the living room~ ~can see that the door to David’s and Matteo’s room is open - a sign for her that you’re allowed to enter~ ~therefore does that and can see Matteo sitting at his desk doing something on his phone~ ~is quiet for a moment and waits to see if he notices her~ ~but when that isn’t the case, she simply asks~ Where is David?

Matteo: ~arrived home and went to his room~ ~sat down on his desk and typed a few WhatsApp messages out of boredom~ ~suddenly hears Linn’s voice in the middle of the room and flinches~ ~turns around on the chair~ Linn… wow, you really are the quietest person I know… umm, David is still at Lambda. He’s attending the trans group there today… ~puts his phone in his pocket~ But you can text him if you need something?

Linn: ~hears that David isn’t there and nods thoughtfully~ ~had been hoping that both of them would be at home and now weighs her options: To do it without David present or to postpone her plans~ ~slightly shakes her head at Matteo’s suggestion~ I don’t need anything… ~doesn’t really want to postpone her plans and eventually concludes that Matteo can also tell David about it and that they could maybe repeat the appointment together with David~ ~slightly tilts her head, smiles slightly and tells Matteo~ Come with me… ~goes to the door and glances back to see if he follows her~

Matteo: ~looks at Linn expectantly while she seems to think about something~ ~can see her shake her head~ Okay… ~waits to see if there’s maybe something else she wants~ ~then lifts his eyebrows in slight astonishment at her demand~ Umm… okay… ~gets up~ …and where to?

Linn: ~nods slightly in satisfaction when Matteo gets up~ ~continues toward the hallway~ I’ll show you something… ~takes the key from the sideboard and then opens the apartment door~ ~looks back again to see if he follows her and then enters the hallway~ ~walks towards the stairs leading upstairs~

Matteo: ~simply follows her~ Okay… ~then sees her opening the apartment door~ ~is quite glad that he still has his shoes on and that his phone is in his pocket~ Umm… Linn, how much time do I have to plan for? ~follows her but then sees her going upstairs~ Are we going up to enjoy the view? ~but simply follows her~

Linn: ~hears his question while they are going up and stops at the landing to answer him~ Hmmm, I don’t know. Somewhere between 3 minutes and 30 minutes, I’d say…? ~doesn’t know how long something like that takes and is a little nervous for a moment because she doesn’t know how much time Matteo has~ ~takes a deep breath because she’s a little nervous and then continues up the stairs after Matteo seems to be satisfied with her timeframe~ ~shakes her head~ I don’t think it’s much different than ours… ~arrives at the floor above the flatshare and rings the doorbell there~ ~kneads her hands a little in nervousness, but smiles when a young man opens the door~ ~hears him say: “Oh, Miss Shira, Mister Huber has already announced your visit. Come on in and make yourself at home! I’ll be with you in a second! I just have to finish a phone call…”~ ~nods, glances at Matteo and tells the man~ Thank you for making it work so short notice! ~sees as he waves it off, then he puts his phone back to his ear and disappears somewhere in the apartment~ ~smiles slightly and enters the apartment~

Matteo: ~nods when he hears her timeframe~ ~thinks that by then, David definitely won’t be home yet~ ~then grins slightly when he talks about the view~ ~then stares at her when she simply rings the doorbell upstairs~ Linn, what are you doing? We don’t even know those people… ~is then even more surprised when apparently she’s expected~ Umm…. ~enters the apartment after her and says very quietly~ Man, Linn… what are we doing here??

Linn: ~only shakes her head a little when Matteo asks why she’s ringing the doorbell~ ~doesn't want to explain that just now because she’s a little nervous, anyways~ ~but then pulls herself together when the door opens~ ~closes the door behind Matteo once he has also entered, and slightly shrugs her shoulders~ We’re just having a look… nothing bad or anything… ~goes along the hallway with him and enters the kitchen~ ~smiles slightly, because the layout is similar to the one at the flatshare, but it’s furnished quite differently~ ~looks at Matteo and asks quietly and a hopefully~ So? Do you like it?

Matteo: ~has to laugh again because Linn simply is an unique person~ We’re only having a look? Are we looking for something? ~follows her to the kitchen~ ~looks around askingly at her question~ Do I like what? The kitchen? Do you want to get a new kitchen for the flatshare or…? ~shrugs one shoulder~ I don’t know if Hans would be okay with the style….

Linn: ~looks at Matteo in confusion when she hears his question and shakes her head~ What would we be looking for? Did you lose something? ~then nods at his question about the kitchen and then immediately follows it with a shake of her head~ No, I don’t want a new kitchen. I like our kitchen. ~kneads her hands nervously~ I rather meant if you liked the room… ~looks at him nervously~ There are more rooms! Come! ~reaches for his upper arm and pulls him back into the hallway~ ~stops there and says a little downtrodden~ Okay, my room is missing. But the living room is there. And your room. And here, look… ~opens the door to the bathroom~ The bathroom is bigger than in our apartment. ~beams at him, but then gets nervous again when he still looks so confused~

Matteo: ~feels really stupid right now, because he doesn’t know what Linn wants from him~ But why are we looking at a stranger’s kitchen? ~follows her and nods~ Yes, the rooms are cool, Linn, just like our apartment, only a little smaller… ~then sees the bathroom and stares at Linn~ Linn, people live here… why are we here?

Linn: ~frowns slightly at his question~ Well, because I wanted to know if you like it… ~smiles broadly when he says that the rooms are cool and steps aside so that he can have a good look at the bathroom~ ~already goes ahead to the living room~ ~hears Matteo’s question but sees the windows at that exact moment and is pretty thrilled about it~ Look, Matteo! Instead of the doorway to the second hallway there’s a much bigger window here! This room is much brighter than our living room! ~turns around to him and flinches slightly when the tenant is suddenly standing in front of them again and smiles: “I’m sorry that you had to wait so long. But now I’m all yours, in case you have any questions. Who would the apartment be for? The two of you?!”~ ~shakes her head in horror~ Oh no! I live downstairs. I already have an apartment. Hmmm, okay, so does Matteo, but he lives in one room with David and now they want to move out. So the two of them are looking for an apartment. So it would be Matteo… ~points at Matteo~ …and David, but David wasn’t home. But maybe he can have a look at the apartment later?

Matteo: ~is still looking at Linn~ But why?? ~sees and hears that she doesn’t get distracted by him and that instead she continues her exploration of the apartment~ Yes, very bright, Linn, but… ~but then hears the tenant and shuts up immediately~ ~then gapes when he FINALLY understands what this is about~ ~says quietly~ Oh man, Linn… ~looks at the man~ Sorry, I wasn’t aware that you’re moving out… Linn just took me along… but yes, my boyfriend and I are looking for an apartment, when would you move out?

Linn: ~nods again at Matteo’s words and then hears the tenant laughing: “Just took you along, I see…”~ ~slightly shrugs her shoulders~ ~doesn’t think that she forced Matteo into anything and thinks that it’s a good sign that Matteo is asking questions~ ~hears the tenant answer: “We terminated our lease for the first of December… But we can already move into the new apartment from the first of November, so we’ll surely be out of here a few days early. I mean, basically you already know the place… as far as I know, the flatshare downstairs has a similar layout, but feel free to have a proper look. But don’t be startled when you get to the bedroom… there are already several boxes there!”~ ~has listened to the tenant with a smile and now steps towards Matteo~ ~asks quietly and nervously~ Are you going to move in here?

Matteo: ~listens to him and can’t believe how perfect this is~ ~looks from him to Linn and back in excitement~ Wow, the first of December would be perfect for us… ~actually has some more questions but can also ask them later~ ~beams at Linn and says quietly~ Linn, this would be pretty perfect, but I’ll have to talk to David first and… ask how much it costs… but yes, if it were up to me… ~grins slightly~ Why didn’t you tell me from the get-go?

Linn: ~beams when Matteo says that it would be pretty perfect, but then gets serious again immediately when she hears the buts~ ~can understand his point about David very well, but can comfort him about the money~ Herr Huber told me that it costs xyz Euros per month. If you consider the fact that you already pay zyx Euros for your room, and if David has a similar amount at his disposal then it should definitely be within your budget. That’s already a good thing, right? Of course, the utilities are a bit higher because it would only be the two of you that split it, but I think it wouldn’t be that much. If you want to, then I can quickly calculate it for you… ~pulls her phone out of her pocket to use the calculator while she goes to the bedroom with him, so that he can also have a look at that~ ~frowns at his question~ I didn’t? I thought I mentioned it… but it’s actually pretty obvious, isn’t it? Why else would I take you to our neighbors’ apartment!?

Matteo: ~nods slowly when Linn tells him the numbers~ ~lets her calculate~ ~has to talk about all of this with David first, anyways~ ~finds the bedroom really good and catches himself as he considers where they could put the bed~ ~but then laughs at Linn’s counter-question~ No, Linn, you didn’t, you said “come with me” and then you led me through a stranger’s apartment… no idea why you should do that, that’s why I was confused… ~pulls his phone from his pocket~ I think I’ll call David real quick… maybe he can come home sooner… ~turns around to the tenant~ Until what time could he come have a look? ~hears him answer: “Oh, it shouldn’t be a problem until around 9 pm…~ Okay, I’ll see if I can reach him… ~dials David’s number and holds the phone to his ear~

Linn: ~frowns when Matteo says that she didn’t tell him what it’s about and gapes in shock~ Oh, I’m sorry! Of course, that must have been confusing… ~then nods vigorously when he says that he’ll call David~ And I’ll calculate in the meantime… ~points at her phone~ ~then hears the tenant: “And I’ll get myself something to eat - sorry, I just got home myself and I’m hungry…”~

David: ~is having dinner with the Transformerz and feels like he’s slowly but surely getting more comfortable~ ~finds everyone pretty nice, but was still glad that he already knew one or two people from sight from the cafe so that he wasn’t surrounded only by strangers~ ~is simultaneously astonished and thrilled by how open everyone is with each other and is a little overwhelmed to experience so many transgender people all at once~ ~at some point, feels his phone vibrate and pulls it from his pocket~ ~sees that it’s Matteo and frowns~ ~thinks that Matteo would only call if it’s really important because he knows that he’s at this meeting tonight~ ~excuses himself from the others, gets up from the table, leaves the room and answers the call~ ~asks worriedly~ Hey, everything okay?

Matteo: ~has to chuckle when Linn is so startled~ It’s okay… ~only nods at the tenant’s words and then at Linn to show her that he heard her~ ~then smiles automatically when he hears David’s voice~ ~but then hears his worry and answers quickly~ Hey, everything’s okay, more than okay. But could you maybe interrupt the meeting and come home? You won’t believe what Linn has found for us!

David: ~exhales in relief when Matteo says that everything’s okay and laughs quietly~ More than okay!? ~frowns when he suggests he interrupt his meeting~ ~actually finds it a little impolite - especially since it’s his first time~ ~then hears him continue and mention something about Linn and has to smile because he sounds so excited~ ~says lovingly and slightly amused~ Hey… could you maybe tell me so that I can understand it? I mean… this is the first meeting… and I’d really find it a little stupid and impolite to already leave if it’s not really important. What is it that Linn has found for us? ~when it comes to Linn, he always thinks of something odd~

Matteo: ~has to laugh when he realizes that he did the same thing Linn did with him~ Sorry, sorry… so, buckle up… the apartment above the flatshare will be available! From the first of December on! Money-wise it would be okay, Linn is just calculating the utilities for us, but yes… and the guy says that you could come have a look at the apartment until 9 pm… ~takes a breath and has to laugh again because it’s so perfect~ But if you can’t then I’ll ask him if we could come by tomorrow?

David: ~smiles when he apologizes and listens to him~ ~can feel his heartbeat picking up a little when Matteo mentions the apartment and automatically starts to beam~ ~laughs quietly when Matteo finishes and then beams when he can hear him smile, as well~ ~is suddenly pretty excited~ Wow… and… we’d really have a chance? There aren’t 25 other applicants? Did you already see the apartment? Is it nice? But it’s smaller than the flatshare, right? ~laughs again quietly and takes a deep breath~ ~hears his suggestion and immediately shakes his head~ No! I want to see it today! I finally want to have a sliver of hope with this apartment hunt! ~checks the time and sees that it’s only 7:30~ ~quickly thinks and then says~ Okay, listen. I’ll stay here for another 30 minutes or so - by then we should be finished with dinner at least. It would really be weird somehow to immediately leave again on my first meeting… I only just started talking to some people… but if I leave immediately afterwards, then I’d be at the flatshare at shortly after 8:30… that would be early enough, right? If we can go there until 9 pm?

Matteo: ~beams when he can basically hear David beaming~ We really would have a chance by the sound of it�� And I am in the apartment right now, it’s really nice… there are fewer rooms than there are in the flatshare, only two, but we wouldn’t really need more… ~then also laughs when he says that he wants to see it today~ Yes, sure, that’s perfect… and tell the Transformerz “sorry” on my behalf, but hey, that’s the chance we’ve been waiting for, right? ~then hears Linn next to him: “He’ll come over today? Tell him I just did the math and you could surely afford it.”~ Did you hear? We’ll talk about all of it once you get here, okay? ~can hear David agreeing and then hangs up~ ~turns to Linn~ Well, he’ll be here around 8:30… let’s take our leave and tell him about it… and you’re certain that there aren’t 25 other people who also want the apartment?

David: ~beams when Matteo says that it sound as if they’d have a chance and when Matteo starts describing the apartment~ ~slightly shakes his head when he says that they don’t need more than two rooms~ ~then laughs~ Yes, I’ll tell them. I feel like half the people are already aware of the fact that we’re looking for an apartment, anyways. Phoenix just asked me if there is any news… ~then hears Linn in the background and laughs again quietly~ Tell her thank you, that’s very nice of her! ~then nods~ Yes, we’ll talk soon… I’ll hurry up! ~then hangs up and goes back to the group~ ~because he’s beaming so broadly, immediately gets asked about what happened and tells them~

Linn: ~is relieved when her calculations result in a manageable amount and beams when she hears that David will be there later today~ ~really hopes that he’ll also like the apartment~ ~nods at Matteo’s question~ Quite certain. I had a phone call with my parents yesterday and this morning, Hans-Peter… I mean Mister Huber. He said he hasn’t gotten around to posting the apartment yet, and that he’d be grateful if I knew someone, because then he could save himself the trouble of looking for tenants and at least then he’d already know that he would get good tenants if I trust the people. I told him that you guys are very trustworthy. He wanted to mail the exact costs to me, but apparently he doesn’t have time to do it today. We’re supposed to tell him by the end of the week if you want the apartment - then he’d go ahead and get the lease agreement ready. ~has walked toward the hallway with Matteo and now smiles into the kitchen, where the tenant is sitting at the table eating his dinner~

Matteo: ~shakes his head in disbelief why Linn reports~ ~has the urge to hug her, but leaves it be because he knows that when it comes to Linn, physical contact has to be initiated by her~ Man, Linn, you really are awesome! ~then they arrive at the kitchen and he knocks against the doorframe~ We just wanted to say goodbye… my boyfriend will get on his way soon and if it’s okay, then we’ll come by again around 8:30? ~sees him nod immediately: “Yes sure, no problem at all, I’ll be here and my wife probably too… I hope it’ll work out, it’ll save us a lot of viewings.”~ ~grins and nods~ Yes, for us, too… see you later… ~leaves the apartment with Linn and goes back downstairs~ Man, Linn, that would be so awesome… then we could really come visit you guys in our pajamas. ~laughs and waits for Linn to unlock the door~

Linn: ~smiles when Matteo says that she’s awesome and shrugs~ ~then waits silently for Matteo to organize everything and then also says her goodbyes and leaves the apartment with him~ ~goes down the stairs and nods seriously at his words~ ~says slightly dreamily~ It would almost be like Hans said - like a very big flatshare. You’d just have to take a walk up the stairway. ~stops at their apartment door and looks at Matteo~ Hans would surely also be happy if you take the apartment. ~unlocks the door and stops in front of the door to her room~ ~checks the time and reaches for the door handle~ I have to watch my show now. You can tell me from 9:15 onward how David liked the apartment. And if you want it, and if it all works out money-wise, then I’ll immediately tell Hans-Peter tomorrow. ~then hears Laura calling from the kitchen: “There you are, Linn! I’ll be finished with the cake in a minute, and then I’ll come over! Hey, brother-in-law-to-be! Where have you guys been?”~ ~looks at Laura when she appears in the doorway to the kitchen and checks the time again~ ~hears Laura laughing: “Yes, I know, it’s starting… feel free to leave… Matteo can inform me!”~ ~briefly smiles at Laura and Matteo again and then disappears to her room~

Matteo: ~smiles when she’s so dreamy~ Yes, like a big flatshare… with a little more privacy… ~grins slightly~ I think we would all be happy… ~nods when she says that her show is about to start~ Yes, sure, we’ll tell you. And thanks again, Linn, that really saves us! ~grins when he hears Laura~ Hellooooo sister-in-law-to-be, you’re in a good mood. We… ~then sees Linn getting antsy and that Laura tells her to leave~ ~sees Linn disappear and then looks back to Laura~ ~the people in the apartment above us are moving out… Linn arranged for us to have a look at the apartment before it gets posted somewhere, and if we want it, then the landlord won’t even post it. ~beams broadly~ Awesome, right?

Laura: ~smiles after Linn and then looks at Matteo expectantly~ ~gapes at his words and starts to beam~ That would be awesome! How big? How much does it cost? When could you move in? ~laughs quietly, simply hugs him and then hits his arm lovingly~ Sick! And Linn hasn’t told me anything beforehand… pfff… unbelievable! ~looks around~ But David wasn’t with you, was he? He wanted to go to this meeting today… ~had talked about it with him to see if he’s home so that she has privacy for baking the cake~

Matteo: ~laughs when she’s so happy and when he also gets a hug~ Well… it’s smaller than this one, of course, two rooms, but that’s enough… it costs soandso much, so we’d manage… and yes, David is at Lambda, but I called him and he’ll come home a little earlier and we can go upstairs again at 8:30 so that he can also see it… ~grins broadly~ Man, Laura, that would just be awesome! ~inhales and then smells the cake~ And hey, if there’s a slice left over from the cake… ~grins slightly~ By the way, I don’t want to keep you from your show… feel free to leave, we’ll come by again later, anyways, to tell you guys about everything.

Laura: ~listens to him and smiles very broadly~ Hey, I would be sooo happy for you! I’ll keep my fingers crossed! ~laugs quietly~ And for me, of course! That I could move into your room on time! ~then hears that David will be home earlier and grimaces slightly~ Fuck… ~glances into the kitchen~ ~then hears his comment and lightly hits him in the chest~ It’s for David, you idiot! And if he comes home early and I won’t clean up real quick then there’s no more surprise… ~then nods absentmindedly and is already halfway back to the kitchen~ Yes, first the cake, then the kitchen, then the show! And really, do tell us about it! That really would be a nice birthday present for David if it worked out! ~lifts her hand in goodbye again and then leans down to the oven to check on the cake~

Matteo: ~laughs slightly~ Yes, that really would be perfect for everyone… ~looks confused when she swears~ ~then hears that the cake is for David~ ~gapes exaggeratedly~ It’s David’s birthday?!? Fuck! ~then laughs when she looks so shocked~ No, no, I know that… I somehow assumed you’re baking it for yourself and Linn, sorry… ~looks into the kitchen, where it’s really still pretty messy~ Hey, I can also try to catch David outside at 8:30 and we’ll go straight up? ~leans against the kitchen door to wait for her answer, but then also retreats back to his room~

Laura: ~has thanked Matteo but assured him that she’ll manage~ ~then hurried up and really only missed 10 minutes of the show when she enters Linn’s room and gets comfortable together with her~

(next play)

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When the Dahlia sings Her Song - 14. Awakening is freedom

TW: Mentions of death, physical abuse, mental illness, depression, anxiety, parental death, verbal abuse, mute disorder, mentions of sex, some smut(in future), cursing

Strangers to Lovers. Lee Heeseung x F!OC(I like giving names).

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It was late at night when Heeseung found himself at the bar on top of the hotel. He had a beer he hadn't touched as he waited for the person he needed to see. It’s been 2 weeks and the date was getting closer and closer so he knew he needed to act quick. He heard the elevator ding and knew it was probably his brother who he hadn’t spoken to since their last altercation where he punched him in the face. He was glad Beomgyu actually answered his text and requested to meet up.

“Heeseung,” he heard him call out. “Did you wait long?”

“No, not really,” he said. “Did you want anything?”

“I’ll take a scotch,” he told the bartender. “Now, what’s so urgent that you need to see me? I thought you were done with me.”

“I’m leaving the company,” Heeseung said. “The company and the family.”

“You’re very funny,” Beomgyu nodded to the bartender as he got his drink, taking a sip.

“I’m not being funny, I’m serious,” Heeseung said. “I’ve been preparing for a while now, I’m going to appoint VP Park. I’m announcing it next week.”

“Dad is going to kill you, Heeseung…and I mean literally,” Beomgyu warned.

“Not if he can find me,” Heeseung shrugged.

“You’re going to seriously run away?” Beomgyu asked.

“Not really, but I will be somewhere I don’t think he’ll think twice about,” Heeseung shrugged.

“Wow…so just like that, you’re going to leave me?” Beomgyu raised his voice. “You can’t leave me with this…that…no! I won’t let you! You’re the only one I have!”

“Oh please, don’t tell me now that you’ve ever cared,” Heeseung rolled his eyes.

“I may not be the smartest person or most thankful person ever, but Heeseung you’re the only one I have. Please, don’t leave me!” Beomgyu begged. “I-I know I’ve always been a pest, just an annoying bug in your eyes, and I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry! I’m just a stupid kid, okay? But you’re all I have. I’ll seriously die.”

Heeseung sighed, looking at his brother who had tears in his eyes. As annoying as his brother was, Beomgyu was a soft spot for him, that's why he broke the news to him. He didn’t want to leave Beomgyu behind like this, especially in this state and how much his father hated him. He had to do something about it too.

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“What do mean he’s gone?” CEO Lee raged out at his assistant.

“He’s disappeared, sir,” the assistant flinched as Mr. Lee threw papers at him. “H-his things at his apartment are gone, he left his phone a-and same for Beomgyu. B-but he left t-this.”

Mr. Lee saw the white envelope being held out to him, he aggressively took the envelope and opened it up quickly reading the contents before tearing the paper up and throwing it.

“FIND HIM! AND HIS RAT OF A BROTHER!” Mr. Lee screamed.

His assistant bowed and quickly ran out, on a mission to find Heeseung and Beomgyu.

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“Why did you have to bring him here?” Gyuri groaned as she saw Beomgyu looking around, messing around with some of the trinkets in the shop.

“Hey, I’m not so excited about this either. I had no idea this dude had even been coming here,” Beomgyu defended.

“Stop touching things,” Gyuri slapped his hand away.

“Make me,” Beomgyu teased out, sticking his tongue out at her.

“Enough, you said you were going to behave,” Heeseung pulled Beomgyu back, handing him a blanket and pillow. “There’s a room upstairs, go make your bed.”

“Wait, you want me to make my bed?” Beomgyu’s eyes got wide. “I don’t know how to make a bed.”

“Oh my god,” Gyuri rolled her eyes, turning around towards Jay who face palmed.

Kai laughed, quickly taking the blanket from Beomgyu and nodding for Beomgyu to follow her. Kai and beomgyu had only really seen each other, not really interacting as much in the past. She led him upstairs to his room as he followed her with his things. Heeseung wasn’t too pleased but he followed and watched them and she began to help him make the bed.

“Kai, don’t spoil him, he needs to learn,” Heeseung folded his arms across his chest.

She just shrugged and finished helping him.

“I like her, she’s nice!” Beomgyu said and Kai laughed.

“Yeah, too nice,” Heeseung said and she got on her tip toes and kissed his cheek, rubbing his chest before walking out of the room leaving the two brothers alone.

“Wait, what? Is…is that why you did all this? Bro, you fell in love?” Beomgyu’s eyes got wide.

“Is that such a shock?” Heeseung asked.

“Uhm, yes! Yes it is! How? When did this happen?” Beomgyu asked.

“Actually…I sort of have you to thank, really,” Heeseung scratched the back on his neck.

“Me?” Beomgyu gasped.

“When you sent me here to annoyingly do your thing,” Heeseung said. “That’s when I met Kai.”

“And then you came home and punched me in the face,” Bomegyu rolled his eyes. “That hurt, you know?”

“I’m sorry about that, okay? As frustrating as you are, if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have woken up from that nightmare,” Heeseung said.

“Ah, glad you finally realized how bad the dark side really was,” Beomgyu said.

“He really was such a horrible father,” Heeseung said.

“Been praying for his heart attack every single day, hey, you know what? This might actually set him off, should I thank you now or when the announcement happens?” Beomgyu jokes.

“You’re horrible…now’s a good time though,” Heeseung teased back.

Beomgyu and Heeseung started laughing, both of them finally feeling like they could be themselves for once. Beomgyu finally felt like he was making progress, he had hoped that the relationship with his brother could be mended now that their father was out of the picture. Starting over felt hard, but he was willing to do it if it meant being away from it all and being able to have a real brother. He always felt like this place was special, and he knew he had a lot of healing to do. He was going to try.

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spicydirtymatcha · 1 year ago

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the baseball fic™ || chapter 6

word count: 3911 summary: carrie finds out some shit, she makes a phone call, words are said, true colours are revealed (you'll be surprised), and she has a big decision to make warnings: talks of pregnancy, mention of/allusions to abortion, parents yelling??? i feel like i'm missing one or two more author’s note: BUCKLE UP YOUR SHIT IT'S ABOUT TO GET BUMPY, also this chapter is kinda proofread prev | next

March 2017

Carrie threw the baseball back to Jason. As she did, a wave of nausea came over her and her mouth began to water.

Uh oh.

She got up immediately from her crouch and ran over to the nearest garbage can. She tossed her mask somewhere to the side. Before she knew it she was emptying her stomach from the small breakfast she had forced herself to down a couple hours ago. A few teammates voiced some disgusted remarks but Carrie couldn’t hear it over the sound of her retching.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Coach Williams came up behind her. “You okay, kid?”

Carrie stood up straight, wiping her mouth with her long sleeve. “I’m fine, Coach.”

“You don’t look fine to me, Carrie,” he told her. “You said you were feeling better-”

“And I was… or at least I thought I was.”

He looked at her for a few moments. “I’m calling your dad.”

“What? Coach, come on.”

“No, Carrie. I need you in top shape and not spreading whatever you have in case it is something. I’m sorry.” He walked off to call her dad. She huffed.

A few of her teammates walked over to her.

“What’s going on?” Asher, their third baseman, asked.

“I think Williams is sending me home.”

“Lucky.”

“No, not lucky, Ash. I can’t afford to be away from here if I want to make it.”

“Can’t make it if you’re sick, CC. You might as well rest now and come back feeling better instead of running yourself down.” Jason commented. She threw him a dirty look.

“You know he’s right.”

She sighed. He was.

“Coach is coming back.” Everyone scattered.

“Alright, your dad said he’ll come and pick you up. In the meantime, get your gear off and settle down. I mean it, Carina. Not even stretching, just sit down.”

“I booked an appointment for you with Dr. Patel tomorrow at 11am, is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks dad.”

She went up the stairs with her duffel bag in tow. It was only 10, which meant Beckett would still be in class. Carrie decided to send him a text, asking him to give her a call when he was finished. She knew for this day his class wouldn’t finish until noon so it was a surprise to her when her phone lit up with a FaceTime notification not even thirty seconds after sending the text. Carrie hit the green ‘Accept’ button and laid down on her bed.

“My girl’s ditching practice? Scandalous.” Were the first words out of Beckett’s mouth.

“Fuck off, Beck. No I didn’t and I could say the same for you. Why aren’t you in class?”

“Why aren’t you at practice?”

“I threw up and coach sent me home. What about you?”

“You threw up? Why? Did you eat something off?” Worry filled Beckett’s tone and his face.

“I’m fine. I think it’s just my period. Now why aren’t you in class?”

“Prof had a family emergency and had to cancel last minute so I am free until 2.” “Nice.”

Beckett caught Carrie up on his week. She watched as his face became animated while telling her the stories he’d kept in so he could tell her whenever they caught up. They hadn’t been able to talk face to face until now thanks to the exams Beckett had earlier in the week. The two of them missed each other fiercely.

“Oh, I got a notification that my package is getting delivered today.” Beckett mentioned. Carrie’s eyebrows knitted together.

“Package?”

“I sent you something. You’ll love it.”

“Hm. I better.”

They lapsed into a comfortable silence as Beckett worked on his notes while Carrie browsed through her laptop. At some point, she looked back at her phone and found Beckett already looking at her with a heated expression on his face. It made her stomach flip.

“Don’t.” She warned.

“‘Don’t’ what? I didn’t do anything.”

“Uh huh. I know that look, Beck. My dad’s home and you have to leave for class.”

He groaned.

“I hate that you’re right.”

“You love me.”

“Yeah I do and you love me too.”

“Mhmm. Now get ready for class, I promise I’ll call you when I get home from work, okay?”

“Okay, okay.”

Carrie sat in the examination room with one leg crossed over the other. She had gone to this appointment by herself, as she had been doing since she was 16. Her parents would only accompany her if she asked. After about ten minutes of waiting, Dr. Patel strode in. Carrie sat up straight in her chair.

“Hi Carrie.” she greeted.

“Hi Dr. Patel.”

The doctor took her spot at her desk, placing her stethoscope in front of her. She took her time in logging into her computer and finding Carrie’s electronic chart.

“So what brings you in today?”

She listed off what she had been feeling, from the nausea and vomiting to the fatigue among other symptoms. Dr. Patel’s hands faltered over the keyboard for a quick second before she quickly resumed typing but the action hadn’t been missed by Carrie. The MD swung around in her chair, fully facing her.

“Are you sexually active?”

“Um, my first time was in the beginning of February.”

“Was it penetrative?”

Carrie nodded.

“Did you or your partner use any protection?”

She shook her head. “N-no. I mean he offered but- I- I’m on birth control.”

Dr. Patel turned back to her computer. The doctor went through the whole speech of the importance of safe sex practices but Carrie tuned her out. She couldn’t be pregnant, could she? There was no way. She couldn’t. It didn’t even occur to her that all the symptoms she was feeling were because she was pregnant. Carrie had plans, big plans, and now it felt like they were being washed down the drain thanks to her stupidity.

“Carrie.” Dr. Patel pulled her back into the conversation.

“Yeah?”

“Now we have to confirm that this is actually a pregnancy and the way we do that is with a urine sample.”

The doctor explained the process to her and handed her a little cup with an orange lid.

“I’ll ask Alanna to get you a water bottle.”

All Carrie could manage to do was nod. She sat back down in the waiting area with the sterile cup in her hand and water bottle in the other. Now or never, she thought and downed the water. It didn’t take her long before she found herself in a bathroom stall with the cup between her legs. She put on the lid and washed her hands and the bottle before returning it to one of the nurses. She sat back down and waited.

“Okay, Carrie…” Dr. Patel revealed the rectangular shaped test in her hands. It had two red lines on it. “Based on this test, it shows that you are pregnant.”

She wanted to cry. The lump in her throat grew. She looked at her doctor.

“Are you going to tell my dads?”

Dr. Patel gave her an apologetic smile and shook her head.

“Only if you want me to, but if you don’t, I can’t tell them anything. You’re of age, your health information stays private between you and I. If you want to tell them, which I believe you should do, by all means. But if you don’t want them to know, that’s fine too.”

“How- how long do I have before I make a decision?”

“Well based off of what you told me, you seem to be about a month along. There are- There are two methods you can decide between should you choose to terminate the pregnancy. If you want, you can think about what it is you want to do before we go further into this discussion.”

“No, I’d like to know now.”

“Are you sure, Carrie?”

“Yes.”

Dr. Patel then went into depth about her choices, making sure Carrie understood what she could possibly be getting herself into. Carrie found herself squeezing the fingers of one hand with the other to try and ground herself the more her doctor talked. Her head was all over the place.

“I suggest you talk about this with your parents, Carrie, before you make any big decisions. I want you to really think about it, okay?”

“I’m scared they’ll get mad at me,” she said quietly. Dr. Patel rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.

“I know this is a major life situation for you but after knowing you guys for nearly a decade now, I’m sure your parents would be understandable.”

Carrie wasn’t so sure about that. Not in this situation, at least.

“Just… talk to them sooner rather than later. The earlier you make your decision, the better, whichever route you decide to go.”

“I understand, Dr. Patel. Thank you.”

She had someone she needed to tell before her dads.

Carrie was curled up in her computer chair with her phone up to her ear. She tried calling Beckett once but it went unanswered. So she was trying once again. The phone rang a few times before-

“Carrie! Hi.” Catherine’s voice greeted her on the other end.

“C-Catherine?” Carrie pulled the phone away from her ear, double checking if she had even called the right person to begin with. Beckett 🍪 stared back at her.

“Yes, it’s me. Beckett was in a rush leaving for class this morning and left his phone on the kitchen counter.”

“Of course he did.”

“Is there something you need?”

“Um, well…”

She could trust Catherine, right? She was basically family to Carrie, having known her her whole life. She could trust Catherine with this information.

“I, uh, I had a doctor’s appointment today.”

“Oh, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I just… I found out I’m… pregnant.” She still didn’t believe it when it came out of her own mouth. There was silence on the other end. “Catherine?”

“Why does Beckett need to know?” Carrie clocked the immediate change in her tone of voice. She sat up straight in her chair, planting her feet on the hardwood. Carrie knew deep down she should’ve stopped talking right then and there but she couldn’t.

“Because it’s his.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m pregnant with Beckett’s baby.”

“How did this happen?”

“The night before you guys left for Boston, that’s how.”

There was more silence on Catherine’s end.

“I can just call Beck later when he’s home-”

“You will do no such thing, Carina.”

It was Carrie’s turn to be surprised.

“Excuse me?”

“Sweetie, we just moved here. Michael’s started his job and Beckett’s just started school. He may not have been able to make Northeastern’s baseball team this year but things look promising for his junior year, Carrie. You know what I mean?”

“I don’t-”

“No, of course you don’t because you’ve been so focused on your goals that you haven’t paid attention to Beckett’s. He wants the same thing as you, Carrie.”

Carrie was shocked to say the least. Where did this sudden change in attitude come from? She had never known Catherine to be aggressive or abrasive. In all her 18 (almost 19) years on this earth, she had yet to even hear the woman yell. She thinks yelling would’ve been better than this condescending tone she was using on Carrie. She was so utterly confused; the whole conversation didn’t feel real.

“Catherine, I-”

“Don’t tell Beckett, okay? Whatever you choose, and I hope you choose correctly, you better leave him out of it.”

And the line went dead.

Carrie sat at her desk, unable to move. She didn’t know how long she stayed in that position for; it could’ve been seconds, it could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours. When she finally did move, she did so to do one thing. She blocked Beckett. On everything.

If his mom didn’t want him to know, he wasn’t going to. She was going to make sure of it.

Carrie didn’t tell her parents on the day of her appointment. Or the day after that. Or even the day after that one, for that matter. She kept her secret locked down inside of her so tightly that she barely said a word to her dads for a week. A week. They knew something was up. She knew that they knew something was up. They couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, enough of this.” Her papa said over breakfast. “What’s going on with you, Carina?”

She was halfway through cutting her pancakes. Her hands began to sweat over the knife and fork. Her heart raced inside her chest. When she looked up, she found both her dad and papa looking at her expectantly.

“What do you mean?” She was looking at them with wide eyes.

“That look on your face like you’re guilty of something and the fact that we haven’t had a proper conversation with you in a week.” Her dad answered. “That’s what we mean.”

No, this couldn’t be happening, she said inside her head.

Well it is, a voice answered.

I’m not ready.

You have to tell them. They can’t not know.

They were waiting for her to say something. Now or never.

Carrie put down her utensils and leaned back in her chair. She took a breath in and let it out.

“I’m pregnant.” She hadn’t said those words since she said them to Catherine the previous week. It still didn’t feel real.

She looked at them, they looked back. No one said a word.

“How did this happen?” her dad asked.

Carrie shook her head. Andrew’s eyebrows raised.

“What do you mean no, Carina?” He raised his voice. Her eyes went even wider. He pushed his chair back and stood up. Andrew paced behind her papa.

“We talked about this, did we not? That was the one thing we wanted you to take away from our talks! Use protection!” Carrie flinched at the sound of his yelling. She could feel the tears coming up to the surface of her eyes.

“I thought we’d be okay!”

Andrew shook his head this time, indignant. He put his hands on his hips.

“Who is it?”

“Who’s who?”

“I know you know what I’m asking, Carina. Don’t act dumb. Who’s the dad?”

Carrie shook her head again. No one was going to know.

“Carina!” he shouted.

That’s when she started crying. There was no stopping the tears from openly flowing down her cheeks. No matter how many times she wiped at her eyes, they just kept running down.

“Daddy, I’m sorry,” she said through her hiccups. “I’m sorry.”

Andrew didn’t even respond to her. He left the room without another word.

By that point, Carrie didn’t try to stop her crying. She let them ake over her body. She felt her papa’s arms wrap around her. He stroked her hair as she cried, hushing her every now and again.

“Ssh, anak, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He rocked her back and forth. Severino kissed her hair. Before he knew it, he was crying too. “Thank you for telling us, I’m sure it wasn’t easy for you.”

Carrie nodded against him, her entire body hiccuping.

“I know, baby. I’ll go talk to daddy, okay? He’s just- he’s processing and he’s going to need some time.”

“He hates me.”

“Daddy doesn’t hate you, Carrie.”

“He’s mad at me.”

Severino didn’t have a response for that. Carrie pulled away from her papa. When he looked at her she looked every bit like the little girl that fell off the monkey bars when she was four and his 18 year old daughter all at once. It was heartbreaking to see her so hurt. Her eyes were swollen from all the crying. He brushed her hair away from her face and the tears from her cheeks. They were still coming but they had slowed down significantly.

“I’ll talk to your dad, okay?”

Carrie nodded.

Severino closed the door to Carrie’s room. After breakfast he had taken her to her room and helped her lie down on her bed. He asked her if she needed anything but she promised she was fine. He walked into the kitchen and found Andrew watching TV in the living room.

“Your daughter’s resting in her room.”

He got no response from his husband.

“I know you’re upset about this, Andrew, but she feels even worse. And you yelling at her doesn’t make it any better.”

Andrew picked up the remote and muted the TV. He sighed.

“She knows she made a mistake. You don’t have to remind her, I don’t have to remind her.”

Andrew joined Severino in the kitchen, tidying up the dining table. Severino began washing the dishes while he put away the clean ones in the drying rack.

“I just- How could she be so reckless? We have told her so many times how important it is to use protection and she just didn’t.”

“She got caught up in the moment, I guess.”

“Did she tell you who it was?” Andrew reached over and put a glass container on the shelf.

“No but she didn’t need to tell me.”

Andrew looked at Severino. His husband nodded.

“So yeah.”

“Does he know?”

“I’m not sure but seeing how she reacted when you asked her who the dad was I’m going to say yes and that he didn’t take it well. But I’m just going off what she’s told and shown us so far.”

“That doesn’t seem like Beckett, though. He worships the ground she walks on.”

“I know.”

They could only wonder.

Carrie avoided her dad for the rest of the day, even going so far as to make a plate for dinner before everyone else and eating it in her room. She also washed her plate in her bathroom so she wouldn’t run into him. She couldn’t face him. She couldn’t stand to see the look of disappointment across his face.

Carrie thought she would be safe to bring down her plate from dinner at 2 AM. She also wanted to refill her water bottle. She was wrong. Her dad was leaning against the kitchen counter, stuffing his face with Ritz crackers. She stood in the doorway. He looked at her. She looked right back at him. Carrie was frozen where she stood. He put the box down on the counter, wiping the crumbs from his face.

“I wanted to put this away.” She lifted the plate dumbly. She quickly walked into the kitchen and put the plate back into its correct spot in the cabinet. She left as quickly as she came, or at least she wanted to until-

“Carrie, wait.”

She was almost past the doorway. She turned around.

“Yeah, dad?” She felt like crying again. He was going to yell at her again, she just knew it. She was scared.

“I’m sorry about earlier; for yelling at you, for how I reacted. I was surprised.”

“It’s- it’s okay, dad. I get it.”

Andrew noticed just how tightly she was holding herself. Her posture was rigid, arms stiff at her sides. She had her hands clenched into fists like she was waiting for a fight; like she was waiting for him to yell at her again.

“Oh, honey.”

He crossed the room and gathered her into his arms. Carrie broke down. She cried into her dad’s chest. He ran his hands up and down her back.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I’m sorry.”

“Ssh, baby. It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize for anything.”

They stood in the kitchen while Andrew held her tight.

Carrie was seated in Dr. Patel’s office once again, this time with her papa sat to her right and her dad standing next to her on her left. Her knee couldn’t stop bouncing.

“Carina,” her papa chided gently.

“Sorry.” She stopped and crossed one leg over the other. He took her hand into his and held it.

The past week had been filled with different conversations between the three of them and some just between Andrew and Severino. They also had to bring in Coach Williams into the conversations as well. The outcome of that one had been surprising for all of them.

(The family of three stared back at the man behind the wooden desk. They were expecting yelling, maybe some angry pacing, frustration. But not this. The man that Carina had known for a good chunk of her teenage years was smiling at her. He rarely smiled.

“Congratulations, Carrie, truly.” He said earnestly.

“Thank you?” She had all these outcomes in her head on how this meeting could have gone. This wasn’t one of them.

“I’m sorry- you’re happy for me?”

“Of course.”

“I just-” she shook her head. She couldn’t even explain herself. Coach Williams waited a few moments before speaking.

“My son was no more than a year older than you when he got his university girlfriend pregnant. I was angry and upset. Wondered how he could be so stupid. I’m sure your fathers can relate.” He looked to them both and they nodded. “My first thought was for them to get rid of the baby. It was harsh, I know. But it seemed reasonable at the time. They were so young and had their whole lives ahead of them. But they were determined to have this baby and still have the lives that they dreamed of for themselves.”

“Did they?”

He nodded, another smile making its way to his face. He turned a couple picture frames around so it would face the three of them. Carrie saw a picture of Coach Williams’ son and who she assumed was the aforementioned girlfriend holding a baby boy. The other was of a boy, no more than five years old, running towards the photographer.

“Ben and Hailey aren’t together anymore but they make it work. I thank my lucky stars that they chose to keep the baby.”

Carrie held the picture of the little boy in her hands. She wiped her eyes.

“But your plans for me-”

“Are still the plans if that’s what you want. We might have to delay them but I am determined to get you playing in the major leagues. Just give me the word.”

Carrie looked to each of her parents, then at her coach. She took a deep breath in.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”)

There was a gentle knock on the door. Dr. Patel poked her head in before fully appearing. She greeted them all.

“So, Carrie, I see you’ve brought your dads with you.” She smiled. “Have you come to a decision?”

“Yeah, I have.” She squeezed her papa’s hand. “I wanted to keep the baby.”

Dr. Patel nodded along. “Okay.”

She logged into her computer.

“I will get you connected with our office’s OBGYN, Dr. Miller. I think you’ll like her very much. I believe she’s booked up for today, but I’ll send her a message to see if she can see you tomorrow for your first appointment. It will be a lengthy one, just to let you know, since it is your first and we are playing a little bit of catch up. But I’m not too worried.”

A little blip sound came from the computer’s speakers.

“Alright…” Dr. Patel’s eyes scanned the screen. “She said she has a spot open at the end of her day at 3. Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah.”

She sent off the response back.

“Okay, perfect. 3 o’clock tomorrow with Dr. Miller.”

“Thank you.”

She was doing this.

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marcelinesghost13 · 28 days ago

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Hello blog,

So I'm not going to be able to write to blogs like I normally do and the reason for that is because I'm in the hospital... More specifically I'm in the emergency room.

So here's what's happened my left arm started hurting almost all the way down to my hand. Then the pain went up my neck and into my chest also causing a bit of a headache. I guess my pulse dropped dramatically down to BPM 35 I'm guessing that's not probably a very good pulse. I then try to walk to Sergeant 9's office ask him if he knew anything about what could be happening to me. Evidently I didn't make it there because I passed out or fainted whatever you want to call it. I guess I was passed out for a minute. I was woken up by Sergeant 9. Plus I had a wicked headache on the left side of my head. It was definitely disoriented and I know a lot of weird shit was happening but I didn't understand what was going on to be honest with you. I know at some point they put me in a wheelchair. And took me all the way to the back or the front somewhere for emergency crews could get a hold of me.

Then the emergency crews showed up they put a bunch of wires on me to check my heart. A lot of different questions were asked I don't remember all of them. I know somebody got angry at some point I think it might be a surgeon but I'm not 100% sure. Just saying to take off my shirt which was a bit hard to do especially since I wear a bra. And then one of the EMTs or firefighters refer to me as she which was really nice. They then loaded me up into the ambulance this was around 3:30 a.m. I then got to the hospital they asked me a bunch of more questions they did a scan in my heart eventually they gave me a room after a couple minutes I think I fell asleep at some point but I don't if I did or didn't.

I text a bunch of people to let them know I'm okay I'm all right that was early in the morning. Everybody talk to me for about maybe an hour. Then everybody stopped talking to me. That was some around 11:00 am. We've been stuck in the hospital for well over 12 hours now and no actual major human contact. Just an occasional nurse that comes in and asked me are you okay and I tell her I'm fine and they bugger off.

I tried watching some TV but it's pretty fucking boring. Trying to talk to a couple other people but nobody's really talking to me right now. I'm really extremely bored... And I'm extremely lonely I totally wish I could talk to somebody right now like actually talk to somebody not text bullshit like hear a voice. A lot of my girlfriends do that they like doing the whole texting thing and I fucking hate texting.

Never been awake for more than 24 hours so every once in a while I'll get flashes of like wanting to go to sleep. Think of passed out a couple times but it's only for short periods.

Unfortunately I'm going to have to be stuck here in the hospital for like a day or two while they monitor my heart. I really don't think anyone's going to visit me I'm going to be pretty much by myself. The whole thing just sucks.

That's something definitely have noticed since I've been on estrogen I don't like being alone like for long periods of time like I actually have to hear like you invoices or have a conversation with somebody. I find that very odd because I was never like that I could go days sometimes weeks without having any form of communication with anybody or have any human contact with anybody. It's very odd I'm going to have to get used to it.

The other thing that happened is I had a little bit of an argument with my spouse and she decided not to show up. Matter of fact actually she blamed me for her not being able to make her foot doctor appointment. And then she asked me about another appointment I told her I don't know because I haven't talked to a doctor. Then she got pissed off at me and told me well that's your fault cuz you're never fucking taking care of yourself. You're the one that's always being unhealthy and you already know that your dad had a bad heart. So basically she gave me a fucking lecture and I'm not really tolerating that bullshit cuz it's like that's the last thing you should be doing with someone ends up in the ER is giving him a lecture and letting him know how shitty of a human being they are and what about my problems that just doesn't really add up. So yeah not talking to her right now kind of pissed off.

Besides that I'm just sitting here like I said before very bored and very alone.

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chaoticdaydreamingmess · 8 months ago

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Vent! ↓

(not a pleasant vent I just really need to vent somewhere somehow I guess this is where I'm choosing? Feel free to ignore this.)

Anybody else have to deal with a disabling fear of leaving their house? (Not really asking just talking to air I guess.)

I've got IBD (irritable bowl disorder) aka my intestine are littered in scars, destroy themselves, and can make me have immense pain when I underground any kinda stress. This can make you flare up and bleed out your butt. It makes you need the washroom more than you should and the stress. All you need is the stress and it can make you bleed again due to your insides just overworking themselves I guess.

I have gotten to the point I literally can't leave the home without going to the toilet and then having a panic attack due to both not being ready in time and fear of a "lack of bathroom accident" and on top of that it always makes me hurt to panic, feeling my intestines shaking almost, basically my insides vibrating when I get this worked up. I hate that I do this I hate it so so frishing much.

My mom implied me to join her to pick up grosuries which yeah normal simple task. But I'm still stuck in the bathroom feeling like death for being panicked.

She said I didn't have to go now after I texted her practically begging and trying to find a compromise aka something maybe equivalent like just sitting on the steps untill she gets back or using our exercises thing, but I feel like bashing my head on the wall. The only thing that keeps me from things like that is fear of being caught or scolded for it. I'm still just standing in the bathroom stuck to leave so I'm typing this.

I hate everything about this so much.

Trying to get myself to leave my washroom since I'm not on the toilet at the moment. Doesn't help I haven't eaten anything today, my mom doesn't know that yet. She'll be upset when I tell her.

Can't help the mild fear she'll ask me to go when I leave the bathroom. Hate it hate it hate it.

Wish this would all go away and I could go back to enjoying car rides with her. Because the worst part of all this is I actually used to enjoy looking out the window and just playing make believe.

I have an appointment next week that I HAVE to go to so I can only hope I'll manage then... Hate all of this.

Sorry for the vent I just need to put this somewhere even if I fear it.

#vent #just a straight up vent #medical issues #mental affecting physical #trying to be okay.#no need to worry #I'll be fine eventually

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sparkbugs · 1 year ago

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I think the last time I talked with my sister, I had given her a Hello Kitty build-a-bear I got her for her 17th birthday. I knew it wasn’t much, but she loved Sanrio characters, Hello Kitty mainly, and as soon as we got it in stock I thought of her. “This’ll make her smile.” I had thought as I bought it that day I was working, “this will give her a moment of happiness that she so desperately needs.”

She turned 17 on the 7th of July. While she was still a teen, her eyes held pain way beyond her years. I gave her the gift when she came to visit our aunt, gave her the biggest hug, said “I love you.” And she was gone.

I think that’s the last time I talked with her. She had texted me, asking if stuff came in the mail for her, but I had been sick so I didn’t respond as I didn’t check the mail stupid of me not to respond, I could’ve told her I loved her earlier and maybe it would’ve changed something. Probably not though, her mind was already made up.

She had written notes on Saturday. To her mother and this man who was “the best person in her life”, who she was staying with because her own mom would whore her out for drugs and alcohol, and then kick her out once she’s had her fill. The one to her mother, telling her that she loved her, even though she was never good enough to deserve love back. The one to the man, saying thanks for everything he did for her, allowing her to have a place to rest her head and to be taken care of.

They found her, two days later, after a missing persons report was closed because she “wasn’t in that location” and they stopped looking. They found her, two days later, after my aunt had called them, begging them to find her baby. They found her, two days later, face down in the marsh. Hand full of fentanyl, untouched.

She was 17, so young, but so hurt by the one she wanted the love and approval from most, that she felt she had to end her life.

I hold a lot of guilt as an older sibling, I feel as if I could have done something, anything, to prevent this. However, I also know that someone who doesn’t want help can’t be helped, though I did my best to provide her with as much love and support possible. I was just a kid when all of this started, I tried to say something, yet my voice wasn’t heard. It didn’t help that she lived two cities away, and I only ever saw her when my mom felt like driving over. “We don’t deal with goes on in that house” she had said once. Selfish of her, letting a child go through the abuse alone like that, knowing we could’ve helped. My sister didn’t want to come live with us, though. And since she was old enough to make that decision, we couldn’t force her to. Not that I would want to force her to do anything, I just wanted her to be safe and to know she had support, but. She didn’t want that with us. She wanted to stay with my aunt, and her alone, but with her being disabled and in need of a caretaker (the wait list being way too long-), she’d have to stay with the three of us, which wasn’t an option in her mind. (Which fair, my mother isn’t the best either, but is in no way, shape, or form like hers.)

It’s funny, how I had a therapy appointment this morning. I told my therapist about everything going on. How we couldn’t contact my sister. How I was worried she was already dead in a ditch somewhere, waiting to be found. It’s funny how she had told me “call me if things change and you need to talk” and I told her I would, yet scheduled our next appointment 3 weeks out. I don’t have any plans on calling her back and telling her now that it’s happened that we need to talk, as I still haven’t fully processed this information. As I still haven’t really cried over it all, about how my baby sister is dead.

I’ve only told one other person that she’s died, besides my family. My friends don’t know, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to tell them or how. It’s one of my friends birthdays today too, so I feel like that could probably dampen the mood. I’ve said that I’m going through a lot but I’m not ready to talk about it yet, and I don’t know how I would even talk about it. How do you talk about that? How do you bring up that your kid sister killed herself? That’s not necessarily a good conversation starter-

She had been diagnosed with a few things but refused to take medication for it. I totally understand that, when I was first diagnosed with my depression I didn’t want to take any form of medication. It made it more real and I despised that thought. I think she also felt that way, which is why she didn’t start any meds. She also refused therapy, she was recommended it by multiple people (I believe from outpatient and from rehab facilities), but I think that everything she was going through and she had went through was too much to talk about. I don’t blame her for not wanting to talk about it, from the things I heard it made me want to curl up into a hole and disappear from the world too.

I’m glad she’s at peace now, though. Despite it all. She deserved nothing but the best, and the world gave her the worst it had. She was a good kid, kind and wanted to make people smile. I’ve missed her for a month, and now I’ll miss her forever.

Love you, kid. Give uncle a big hug for me <3

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alotofpockets · 3 years ago

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Still protective| Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt(s): “I don’t care that you’re sick. In fact, you need to be cuddled now, more than ever.” & “Touch her and you’re dead.” With Natasha being the sick one but still really protective over reader

Requested by: anon

Word count: 640

Warning(s): nat being sick and passing out.

A/n: And there we have it the last fic to celebrate 700, thank you to everyone that send in a request and also to all of you reading <3 And thank you @hot4milfs for the extra idea :)

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You went to your shared room with Natasha after training to check up on her. She was feeling too sick to attend training but made it very clear that you were not allowed to miss it because of her. You were worried about her, but at the same time glad your girlfriend chose to take care of herself instead of being stubborn.

Knocking softly on the door before entering, you find Natasha sound asleep in the bed. You decide you’ll shower and get changed first, before joining her in the bed. Once you’re back from the bathroom, Natasha stirs awake. You quickly walk over to the bed and lay by her side. Natasha grunts and says, “No cuddles. You can’t come near me, I’m sick.” But you only move closer, “I don’t care that you’re sick. In fact, you need to be cuddled now, more than ever.” She gives in and lays her head down on your chest, quickly falling back asleep while you run your fingers through her hair.

A couple hours later you have to wake her up because you have a mandatory meeting, she said she wanted to join the meeting. Since you knew you couldn’t talk her out of going, you helped her up. Once you entered the meeting room, Natasha falls on the ground. You and Bruce are immediately by her side.

They ended up taking her to the hospital, since the med bay was still too damaged after an unfortunate explosion inside the building. You and a few members of the team have been in the waiting room for about two hours. Next to Natasha’s door stands an armed guard, appointed by Tony to make sure no outsides would come near Natasha. In the room there’s another one keeping watch in case someone would think of coming in through the window. Not that anyone was after them currently, but hospitals weren’t somewhere the team was often found at. Surely they got hurt often, but always had their own doctors in the med bay.

A nurse walks out of Natasha’s room, towards the waiting room. She informs you that Natasha was awake again, but that they wanted to keep her there for the night, something about still needing to be on fluids and needing a couple more tests. You were already on your way to the door when you hear your girlfriend was awake. The first guard hold out his arm, “I’m sorry, you cannot enter yet.” You lie and tell him that the nurse gave you permission, he lowered his arm and let you through. Once he closed the door behind you, you rushed to her side.

The guard in the room ran to your side, reaching out his arm to pull you away from Natasha. He stops in his tracks when he hears Natasha say, “Touch her and you’re dead.” He slowly backs off with his hands up, going back to his position by the door.

You sit down next to her on the bed, she scoots over so you can share the bed. Putting your arm around her so she can rest against your chest. “Hey babe, how are you feeling?” You ask while placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “A lot better than this morning, but the nurse said I had to stay the night. Will you stay with me, please?” You reassure her that you will. Soon after she falls asleep in your arms. Grabbing your phone you send Tony a quick text, saying that you’ll be staying the night and that you’ll keep them updated over text.

Putting your phone away you reach for the blanked at the end of the bed and place it over both you and Natasha. You give her another kiss on her forehead and hold her close, until you fell asleep as well.

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alienguts · 3 years ago

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Suspicions (Clark Kent x f!Reader)

Summary: Y/N has a sneaking suspicion that Clark may be a certain blue-clad superhero.

Warnings: Mild angst, then fluff

Request?: No

A/N: I haven't had a lot of ideas for Clark lately that aren't what everyone else writes so I wanted to show him some love. Also, thank you for 300 followers! 💕

Something was up with Clark. He was constantly dashing off somewhere or making excuses to get out of work or dates and Y/N was starting to get a little tired of it. What didn’t help was that whenever Clark left a room, someone else would appear almost immediately after. Someone who looked a little like Clark without glasses.

Y/N and Clark were only a few weeks into their relationship, but she’d never been happier. Clark was a kind, gentle, and compassionate boyfriend who never lied to her, but she didn’t like that he appeared to be keeping secrets from her. She could only hear him say that ‘something came up’ and see him dash off so many times before she got fed up with waiting around for him to come back.

At first, she thought he was sneaking off somewhere with his work partner, Lois, but Clark wasn’t the kind to have an affair, especially not so early in a relationship. He was way better than that and Lois was always way too wrapped up in her work to have time for other people.

When she’d asked Lois about where Clark was going, she didn’t know either.

“I’ve got as much of an idea as you do when Smallville goes running off,” she’d said over the phone, the clacking of a keyboard could be heard in the background. “But, you know, it’s funny how every time Clark disappears, Superman shows up.”

“I know!” Y/N exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down in case Clark was lurking around somewhere. “Don’t you think he kinda looks like Clark, maybe just a little bit?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N!” Lois laughed. “Superman is so much more handsome than Clark is! No offence.”

“None taken,” Y/N said before letting Lois get back to her never-ending workload.

Y/N’s second thought was more ridiculous but one that she couldn’t get out of her head: what if Clark really was Superman? He had the same height and maybe even the same build, the same hair colour, the same eye colour, and they both got the same warm expression when they looked at her. Y/N had only met the Man of Steel a handful of times but she could feel something familiar about him. The first time she’d shook hands with him, it felt like a spark had jumped from his skin into hers.

That’s ridiculous, Y/N told herself. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

After being ghosted by Clark for the fifth time, Y/N decided to follow him. She needed to find out where he went every time he dashed off without warning before she broke him off completely.

She was out to lunch with Clark when he suddenly looked over her shoulder like a dog hearing a whistle. She watched his face as his expression changed from serene to concerned and he quickly started to gather his things.

“Sorry, Y/N, but I just remembered that I have a dentist appointment in five minutes,” Clark said hurriedly as he stood up.

“But you had a dentist appointment last week,” Y/N said, trying to chase after him.

“I know, but this is an emergency,” he said. She reached out to grab his hand and he slowed his movements down when he felt her touch.

“Why do you keep running away from me?” she said, hurt seeping into her voice.

“I can’t tell you,” he said quietly. “Not right now.”

“Will you at least tell me later?” Clark sighed and dug his wallet out of his jacket pocket.

“I want to but I don’t know if I can,” he said as he handed her some money to pay for their lunch. He kept hold of her hand and bent down to tenderly kiss her forehead. “I’ll text you later, okay?”

He was already running off before she could answer him.

After quickly paying the bill and gathering her things, Y/N trailed behind Clark to see where he was going. She knew that he definitely wasn’t going to the dentist as she followed him down the completely wrong streets. Looking into every store window earned her strange looks but she was determined to find out where her man had gone in such a hurry.

But her luck ran out when she saw a familiar blue and red blur dart across the road and into the back on the other side of the street. Y/N did her best to look discreet while she watched Superman apprehend the criminals, trying to get a good look at his face. Maybe her brain was playing tricks on her, but he really did look like Clark to her.

Suddenly, the superhero looked directly at her and stiffened, as if he’d been caught. She watched as his eyes widened before he left the criminals for the police and shot off into the sky. Well, that was definitely suspicious Y/N thought.

Guilt gnawed at Clark for the rest of the day. While he wasn’t exactly lying to Y/N, he wasn’t telling her the truth. He could only make up so many lame excuses when he had to fly off somewhere and he knew she was starting to grow suspicious of him.

He had to tell her before he lost her.

Y/N wasn’t answering his calls or texts so he opted to drop by her apartment to explain himself. After changing into more appropriate clothing and picking up a bunch of her favourite flowers, Clark found himself outside Y/N’s door, his heart hammering as he brought his hand up to knock on the door.

She’s not going to answer, she probably doesn’t want to see me right now, he thought.

He was just about to turn away to leave when he heard the locks turning in the door. His racing heart slowed down when he saw her face peeking out before she opened the door fully.

“I thought you weren’t going to answer,” he said awkwardly.

“Why wouldn’t I answer the door to you?” Y/N asked, a confused look on her face.

“Well, you haven’t been answering your phone for a start,” Clark said. “And I have been running off a lot.”

“You have,” she said bluntly. Clark shuffled awkwardly where he stood.

“Can I come in?” he asked as he held the bouquet out to her. She took it and stepped aside to let him into the apartment.

Clark had picked Y/N up plenty of times, but he’d never really seen the inside of her apartment before. The faint scent of coffee was in the warm air and he noticed that a fresh steaming cup sat on the coffee table alongside a pile of books. He could hear the faucet in her bathroom dripping and the low hum of a lamp she’d forgotten to turn off in the bedroom.

Y/N found a vase and filled it with water for the flowers which she placed on a desk next to the window. She noticed Clark standing awkwardly in the middle of the room and motioned for him to sit down on the couch next to her.

“So I guess I have some explaining to do,” he said sheepishly.

“You do,” she said as she sat down, pulling her knees up to her chest. “Why do you keep running away from me Clark? Is it something I did or something I said?”

“No, it’s not you, it’s me,” he said hurriedly before realising how cliched that sounded. “You haven’t done anything wrong and I don’t want us to break up.”

“Then why?” she asked quietly, her eyes starting to shine with tears. Clark took her hands in his and stroked her knuckles with his thumbs. He took in a deep breath and let it out in a sigh.

“It’s probably better if I show you rather than tell you,” he said as he brought them both up to stand. He let go of one of her hands to take off his glasses and put them in his pocket.

“So you can see without your glasses, Clark, that’s no excuse to be running away from me,” Y/N said, unimpressed. Clark chuckled softly.

“No, that’s not it, come outside with me,” he said as he led them both to the glass doors that led to her veranda. He slid the door open and stepped out into the cool night air, Y/N following close behind him, their hands still joined.

“Hold onto me,” he said gently as he pulled her close and wrapped her arms around him.

“You’re not going to do anything dangerous are you?” Clark could only smile gently.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

Y/N jolted slightly in his arms when she felt her feet leave the floor and gasped softly when she looked down and saw that Clark’s feet weren’t touching the floor either.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked, a glint in his bright blue eyes. Y/N rested her forehead against his and tightened her arms around him.

“Yes, you're forgiven, Superman.”

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wonwoonlight · 3 years ago

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my way to you / jeon wonwoo | chapter 5

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // best friends to lovers // idiots to lovers lol // fluff // a lil drama bc why not // somewhat angsty // clicheeeee <3

➝ series warning: OC is Dense with a capital D, so many cliches but idc, implied sexual activities (but no actual smut scenes), eventual suggestive scenes, theyre both idiots, food, insecurity and self doubts, somewhat toxic parents, someone fainted like once, not always proofread am sorry ;-; that’s probably it? tell me if there’s more!

➝ A/N: surprise! decided to post this at 10:10AM instead of PM for no reason at all. this one's pretty short considerably, but I promise the next one is twice of it hehe. anyway!!! I just realized I reached 1.5k followers??? thank you guys how come there's so many of you 🙈 as always, enjoy and don't hesitate to share your thoughts with me <3

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The days after that pass by in a blink and, before you know it, the charity dinner is three days away. You don’t really see Wonwoo after that night he stays over at your place, though you make sure to reply to his texts and answer his calls when you’re looking at your phone.

You always get like this when an event is nearby, you barely take notice of anything if it’s not about the event. Plus, it doesn’t help that Wonwoo’s also busy and the few times that you’re a bit free, he’s either in a meeting or he’s with Jennie.

He’s extended the invitation to you, told you that you should just join them even though he knows you’d refuse.

It’s pissing you off a little, to be honest, an ugly feeling of jealousy burning in your chest because he’s your best friend, but there he is, entertaining someone that’s not even that close to him because his mom asks him to.

The better part of you knows the feeling is unfounded, that there’s nothing wrong with Wonwoo spending time with Jennie and following his mom’s request to take care of her because she’s not often in Korea for this long. It’s basic courtesy and you literally do that everytime your foreign friend is in the country or the other way around.

But still, the week has been stressful and everything annoys you for reasons that you don’t care enough to find out.

At least there’s Soonyoung.

He’s quick to climb the good friend ladder even though it’s only barely been a week since you hang out with him. Maybe the fact that you rarely make friends also help, but you’re just excited to find a friend in him so you’ve just been bothering the guy instead of Wonwoo because the latter is always busy (also, you may or may not be acting petty but he doesn’t need to know that).

You also haven’t had the chance to meet him again after that day, but you’re meeting him for dinner tonight because, for once, you can’t be bothered to ask Wonwoo just in case his answer would piss you off even further.

The day is shitty enough as it is.

You contemplate on asking Soonyoung to take a raincheck, but you also think it’s about time you talk to someone that is not a part of the organization team. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you reckon you have half an hour before you’ve got to leave, which should be enough time to relax by yourself.

It’s been a long day, and you honestly can’t remember the last time you’re still in the office when it’s already dark outside. You’d usually prefer to leave and continue working somewhere else the moment you’re done with your meetings and whatnots, setting up appointments with vendors outside or in their own offices instead of inviting them to yours.

There’s just something so confining about being in the Yoon Holdings building. Yet, here you are.

You stand up to move to the sofa, wincing a little at the sudden pain in your head when you do so. You have been sitting there for too long, after all. You stretch your arms before eventually settling on the sofa, eyes closed as you try to relax your body and take a rest.

It honestly feels like minutes, but when the door to your office opens and Seungcheol informs you that Soonyoung is here to pick you up, you open your eyes and glance at the clock only to find it’s been almost 45 minutes since you sat down earlier.

“Oh hi! Sorry, I… uh… fell asleep? I guess?” you say, still a little out of it when Soonyoung comes in, eyes blinking continuesly as they’re trying to adjust to the light.

“It’s fine. You weren’t answering my calls so I asked Jeonghan and he gave me Seungcheol’s number,” he explains, worried eyes searching you. “Are you… okay? We can just cancel if you’re tired. You must be beat if you fell asleep.”

“I was just sleepy,” you smile through blurry eyes, wincing at your headache that doesn’t seem like it’d going away anytime soon. At least the the pounding is faint, you think to yourself. “I’m kind of hungry, anyway. Should we go?”

“You sure?”

“Are you trying to bail, Mr. Kwon?” you say playfully, glad that you managed to make him laugh in hope it dispers his worry along with it.

“Alright, alright,” he gives up and waits for you to pick up your stuff from your desk. He looks around to find nothing catching his eyes–there’s no personality whatsoever in this office, and he doesn’t even see anything that might be personally yours except for two framed pictures on your desk; one of them is you and Wonwoo together, and another of you and the whole gang—Jeonghan, Shua, and Chaeyoung also present in the picture. “Your office is pretty empty, huh?”

“I’m not here often, actually,” you shrug as you put the last of your belongings, shoving your phone into your bag without even checking it. “I don’t… like being here.”

Soonyoung doesn’t comment on that, thankfully, and he simply turns the topic into something else as he walks with you to the elevator with Seungcheol following behind. Once you’re on the ground floor, you tell Seungcheol you’ll be going with Soonyoung and he should go with Mr. Lee; that he’s free to go home too if he wants though you know he’d never do that.

“Why… do you exactly have a private guard?” he asks once you’re in the car, waiting for you to put on your seatbelt.

“I don’t know. Father thinks it’s necessary so I just roll with it,” you shrug, already past the stage where you question what your father thinks is best for you. “Plus, Seungcheol is quite helpful and he’s pretty to look at.”

Soonyoung chuckles at your answer and then glances at his rear mirror to find your car ready to follow. “Does he follow you everywhere?”

“Pretty much so even if I tell him not to,” you answer as you gently massage your temple in hope the headache would finally go away. “He doesn’t really leave me alone unless I’m in my family house or I’m with Wonwoo. Even when I’m at Wonwoo’s place, he’d usually stand guard for an hour or so just to make sure I won’t be leaving anytime soon though Mr. Lee probably already drives away the moment he drops me off.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I really envy you and Wonwoo,” he confesses honestly, eyes locked on the road. His words surprise you that you turn to him so fast your vision starts to spin. “It’s just… you’re both lucky to have each other since you were kids, you know? I’ve heard a lot about you two, obviously, and even though I only know the bare minimum, it’s clear to me how protective you are of each other. Not everyone has the luxury to find such friendships and maintain it for that long.”

“What makes you say that?” you prod, somewhat intrigued. You’ve never had people talk to you about your relationship with Wonwoo; those who don’t know simply assume you’re dating, and those who know never really say anything about it–at least not to you.

“I mean… did you see him that day we met during the party?” he chuckles as he remembers the event. Like he said, he’s heard about you and Wonwoo a lot; rumours always go around and, even if he’s never interested in them, a rumour about a Jeon and a Yoon is bound to reach just about everyone.

Soonyoung isn’t lying when he said he simply talked to you because you seemed to be appreciating his sister’s signature menu more than anyone near the table did, there was no intention to flirt with you. He was just bored and he figured there should be no harm in talking to someone who seemed to be there for the food and not to… network.

He didn’t even recognize who you were at first until you turned to him, and, even then, he wasn’t entirely sure if you were the infamous Yoon heiress. Wonwoo’s protective stance later on confirms his suspicion though, as if his presence alone wasn’t enough confirmation already.

It’s basically a fact to anyone in this circle that you come as a package when it comes to a party like this. It’s the reason why anyone trying to hit either of you up always returns with dissatisfied huff until they eventually stop, getting the message that you’re with Wonwoo and Wonwoo’s with you.

That you’re both off limits.

You never bothered to deny the rumors because it does you more good than bad: 1) You’re free from stubborn guys trying to flirt with you. 2) A lot of girls would rather glare at you out of jealousy than try to chat you up just in case you’d want to befriend them and perhaps even introduce them to Wonwoo. And, the winner of them all, 3) The marriage prospect coming your way definitely decreases–because a lot of them don’t actually have the guts to go against the Jeons’ youngest son despite the fact that none of you ever confirmed the rumours.

“He’s always been protective of me, so there’s that,” you shrug, thinking about the amount of time Wonwoo has come to your rescue no matter what the situation is. Be it bad days, bad companies, or your parents, he’s always… there. You wouldn’t have him any other way. “I’m like that with him too.”

“I’ve seen you both, like, twice but anyone with eyes can tell how much you care about each other,” Soonyoung chuckles, his words resonating within you more than you thought it would. “Seriously, I don’t think I have it in me to care about someone that much.”

Your head spins a little, but it might be because you’re trying to recall if there’s ever a time when Wonwoo’s not there when you need someone to be. He’s there everytime you’re crying about practically anything–be it your hormones playing with your emotions or your parents disregarding you like you worth nothing to them–whether he’s on the phone until it’s 4 in the morning because he’s literally on the other side of the world, or in your bedroom as soon after you’ve called him sniffling.

It makes you think.

You’re so used to having him by your side, so used to having Wonwoo with you to the point where you didn’t really get what Soonyoung’s saying at first. Isn’t it a given that best friends care for each other?

And as much as you know you and Wonwoo are exceptionally close, you never thought it’s to the point where someone would be saying this about your bond with him. Never to the point where someone’s jealous of what you have with him.

Have you… been taking him for granted?

“We’re here,” his voice halts your thoughts altogether, and you’re very glad he doesn’t try to help you out of the car like a pretentious gentleman from a drama would. You entertain him by taking his arm when he offers it to you though, and despite the constant thudding in your head, you find yourself laughing when he calls you ‘m’ lady’.

“Where’s Wonwoo, anyway? I thought he’s joining us,” he asks at last.

You’ve been waiting for him to ask about this since earlier, because Soonyoung has actually extended the invitation to your best friend but you weren’t exactly in the mood to invite him after he told you he couldn’t join your movie night with Jeonghan, Shua, and Chaeyoung last night. Something about his mom insisting he had dinner at home because Jennie’s joining them in the Jeons’ family house.

It’s really not his fault, and he sounded genuinely sorry. At some point, Jinyoung even took over the phone and said everyone was called home out of nowhere. He whined that he already had a plan with his girlfriend, so even Jisoo was dragged into the impromptu family dinner.

But still, you felt like being petty and you honestly looked forward to the movie night with him and the others, so it actually dampened your mood to find out Wonwoo couldn’t make it.

“I… might’ve forgotten to tell him,” you laugh awkwardly to cover your lies. “It’s been a busy week so it slipped my mind.”

“Will it be too late to call him now?” he suggests as he steers you to the entrance of the restaurant. You see someone walk out with a cocktail dress and you wonder if you’re underdressed for the place, but Soonyoung’s wearing nothing but a white dress shirt and you figure the mid dress you’re wearing should suffice.

“He’s busy too these days,” you try to sound nonchalant as if it doesn’t irk you, gripping his arm a little. If Soonyoung notices the slight annoyance in your tone, he doesn’t say anything about it. “Do you want to hang out with him that much? Should’ve known you’re using me to get the Jeon’s heir.”

Soonyoung whispers something about getting busted, which you can’t help but giggle at. You pretend to move away from him, but Soonyoung immediately pulls you back and mutters that he’s never letting you go until he has his hands on Jeon Wonwoo.

Your eyes get a little blurry when he helps you open the door, but you blame it on the sudden lights that blind your eyes–a contrast from the dimly lit walk from the parking lot. Soonyoung tells you to go first to his booked table because he wants to go to the restroom, but you tell him you’d rather wait here by the receptionist than sit by yourself on the table.

You’re still blinking to get used to the light when someone calls your name, and you look up to find Jennie, the last person you wish to encounter today, making her way to you.

As if she doesn’t give you enough headache already.

Not that it’s her fault, your conscience reminds you.

“Hi Jen,” you force out a smile as you try not to cringe at the way your eyes are refusing to adjust to the lights and the sudden wave of headache when you stand up to greet her.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” she smiles warmly, like she’s meeting an old friend she’s been missing for years. “Are you… by yourself?”

“Umm, no. I’m actually with–”

“Ready to go?” a familiar voice greets you, though he seems just as surprised when he sees you there with his companion. Another wave of headache hits and you don’t even have it in you to be annoyed at the sight of Wonwoo with her; the only thing your mind can register is the thumping in your head. Wonwoo calls your name, confused as much as he is surprised. “Oh, are you meeting someone?”

You don’t answer immediately, but only because you’re trying to figure out why your eyes are taking so long to focus and it’s Soonyoung’s presence who answers for you. You hear what sounds like pleasantries, though your mind can’t really grasp their words because your head gradually aches more than it did by the seconds and, at this point, your hand is just grabbing anything it makes contact with for support.

Wonwoo’s voice faintly calls to you, and then you feel his hand softly grasping your arm before you hear Soonyoung calling you too, his voice even fainter than Wonwoo’s.

Wonwoo’s worried face is blurry and it’s the last thing you remember seeing before you hear someone calling your name in pure shock.

And then it’s all black.

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bakugohoex · 4 years ago

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“know your place...foolish girl”

pairing: ryomen sukuna x female reader

cw: tattoo artist sukuna, fluff, mentions of death, enemies to lovers, long fic, fluff, angst, language, slut shaming, nsfw (praise, jaw grabbing, nipple sucking, female receiving oral, unprotected sex, breeding, pet names, sir kink, finger sucking)

word count: 14,400+

a/n: please don’t ask how i wrote this, it took like four days and I just had this urge to keep adding the points I wanted to add. posting this on ao3 later on tonight as well, so here’s the link to that.

summary: in which one terrible meeting with sukuna leads you to be pushed into an unusual relationship with one another, with you both starting out hating one another, could you both really be friends?

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Birds circled around the area; the gloomy storms ready to cascade down onto the pavement. The need for a coffee fix was evident as you walked towards your favourite café, shouting through the phone at your friend, Yui who needed you once again. You didn’t care for her next want, instead barging through the doors of the place, a warm breath of air hitting you as you smelt the crushed coffee and appetising deserts lined up in front of you. Waiting in line as you continued to hear her ramble, “I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, I’ll send you the address.” You rolled your eyes as you hanged up to order your coffee, she was never close to you. But when she needed something she’d always end up calling you. This time for company to get her first tattoo, she was a sweet girl, but could be a pain when in need.

Quickly ordering you waited to get your coffee, scrolling through the text message as she sent the time for later on tonight and the address in the inner parts of the city. It was an area you hadn’t been too, google maps wasn’t helping to get a true sense of the place. You tried zooming in as you shuffled backwards for others to wait for their coffee, instead meeting someone’s back. Apologising you stood still trying to zoom in as you moved away from the guy, he glared at you, watching how you squinted into your phone.

“Watch where you’re going?” He scowls as he barges past you, hitting your elbow as you finally lock eyes with the man.

His blushed pink hair would almost make him seem sweet, but the tattoos that adorned his arms and went right up to his neck gave an intimidating essence. His eyes flashed with a sadistic glee as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Sorry.” You mutter as you grab your coffee, seeing the fury of wind bashing against the trees as it looked like a scene out there.

He didn’t say anymore leaving to go into the weather, you didn’t question the mysterious man as you went back to your own coffee and phone. The outside of the tattoo place looked decent, somewhere where the ditsy girl you called your friend would definitely never go. But what could you do, you texted saying you’d meet her as you went out into the wind, a cold breath almost pushing you back inside as you took steady steps. Walking past the coffee shop, you saw the same guy from prior, tugging at his pink hair as drank his coffee. He looked pissed at whoever he was talking too, you didn’t pay any attention to him as you walked past him.

The wind had other plans, as he felt himself being dragged by the wind pushing right into you, coffee spilling on your clothes as this time you were the one to scowl at him. “What the fuck?”

“You talking to me.” His eyes flicked to your now brown stained shirt as the wind had seemed to calm down at the second you both touched.

You gave a glare as you didn’t know how to react to something like that, “you could apologise.” It was a mutter, but he heard you well enough to give you a look of disgust.

“Know your place.” He moved closer, almost towering on top of you as he came right up into your face in an unamused manner, “foolish girl.”

Your eyes widened as you had been keeping in a harsh breath, he left you standing there in silence, coffee staining into your skin and clothes as you finally let out a deep breath. You watched the pink haired boy leave without an apology as a fear ran down your spine at this man.

Shaking your head as you made the strenuous walk towards your apartment to find clothes that you could quickly wear before you met Yui. The multiple texts you’d gotten as you put your clothes to wash, different tattoo ideas she wanted, you ignored it as you put on semi decent clothes. The flash of the time being shown on your bedside table as you ran out of your apartment right to where you both had decided to meet.

The wind had calmed down a lot more as the brisk hues of yellows and reds began setting downwards, seeing her waiting on the road where the tattoo place was. She gave you a gleam as she grabbed your hand, almost dragging you into the place. Open brick cascaded down the walls as designs scattered against it, every design was intricate, beautiful even. You both began looking at the designs as you saw someone come down from the upstairs area, the stairs open as a man with black hair arrived.

“Hello ladies, how can I help you?” His hair reached to right down his back, partially up as stray strands adorned his face. Tattoos scoured his exposed arms as you saw a significant one run down his neck to meet another one of his tattoos.

He was attractive, a sense of mystery behind those black eyes of his. Yui spoke of her appointment as you continued looking around, scrolling through a collection of tattoos on the desk. You found some designs that you liked; you had never thought of getting a tattoo but seeing all the intricate designs that brought so much passion made your heart almost burst. “Those are Sukuna’s designs.”

A white-haired man came strolling past the desk, crystal blue eyes that brought so much depth as you traced the designs with your fingers. “They’re nice.”

“You getting any?” The man asked as Yui had started filling out some forms by your side.

You shake your head going back to look at the details of each one, “Sukuna should be down any minute.” The black-haired man spoke as both him and the white-haired man left to see some other clients that had come through the doors.

Yui looked more giddy than usual, those wide eyes as she eagerly paced beside you. “Ryo.” She whines as she sees someone she recognised; you didn’t turn to meet the man as you continued staring at Sukuna’s work.

“I told you not to call me that.” The man scowls behind you, the voice felt so familiar as if you had heard it before. You start to turn around to meet the man when you feel him almost shout to you, “this the friend then?”

“Yeah, she loves your work.” You meet the man’s gaze as both of you stare at one another, with wide eyes and unsettling confusion.

You hadn’t realised but the white-haired man had come back and had been witnessing the two of you stare at one another. “Sukuna, that isn’t your ex-fuck is it….awkward.”

“Fuck off Satoru.” His eyes scanned back at you as Yui looked between the two of you in confusion, “what? Come here to make me pay for your washing.”

“What is wrong with you? I didn’t even say anything.” You retort back eyes lazily gazing his own, you could see his tattoos more clearly, the two lines on both his wrists and upper arms, the circles on his shoulders as you could just see the start of it.

“You’re here for some reason, I should be the one making you pay for my spilt coffee.” He grumbles back moving away from your friend and closer to your own body.

You watched him move his fingers to your jaw, hatred boiling up in your skin at his touch, “you’re blaming me for the winds action, what are you 5?”

“God…both of you are giving me a migraine.” A blonde arrived carrying what looked like sliced bread as he looked at Sukuna and you. He had been watching the performance, seeing how both of you had become frustrated in a matter of seconds.

“Whatever, come on, let’s get your tattoo over and done with.” He muttered to Yui who was still confused.

You grabbed her arm making her stop as she stared right back at you, being an airhead really must be tough for her. “Who is that guy?”

“My boyfriend, I told you about him, remember?” You blinked a couple times in confusion as you repeated the word in your head. She had spoken about a boyfriend, but you assumed she meant someone cute like her and not a man covered in tattoos with a sadistic stupid grin.

You nodded letting her go as you leaned against the counter looking at Satoru and the blond, “is he always an ass or is it a special occasion.”

“He’s an ass to us, don't worry about him.” Satoru’s words were reassuring as the blond started wanting to know your relationship with his co-worker.

You nod as you wait in the reception, there had really been no reason for you to even go with your friend. She had left to get her stupid tattoo with her stupid boyfriend and now here you were on your own trying to act like you had stuff going in your life. The two having begun to talk between one another before you saw the black-haired man come back with his client. “Is Sukuna still in there?”

“Yeah knowing him he’s getting something other than money in return.” Satoru scoffed as he went to grab some of the sliced bread that the blond had been holding. The black-haired man stared at you in confusion before asking what occurred as he had heard shouting before. “Sukuna got all bitchy again, they know each other.”

“Oh you two fucked?”

“Not that it’s any of your business but no we didn’t fuck, he spilt coffee on me this morning.” You retorted as you crossed your arms not meeting the gazes of the three men.

Satoru looked at his two friends as he gave a smirk to them both, “I’m surprised he didn’t make you pay for the coffee.”

“Just the coffee, if she wasn’t attractive he’d make her pay for being in the same proximity as her.” The black-haired man spoke as you watched the three men chuckle, disregarding their comment on your attractiveness. You rolled your eyes as you heard him speak again, “I’m Geto, that’s Satoru and Nanami, what’s yours then?”

“Y/n.” You had sat down on one of the couches in the waiting area, after the introductions an influx of customers who came in for their own bookings. Satoru waved goodbye as Nanami and Geto seemed to be pushed with clients into the respective areas.

All three had their own intricate tattoos and designs, Nanami with a whole sleeve across his arm that went write up to his neck. You had seen how the couple open buttons in his shirt allowed wisps of black to be shown. Geto and the scattered tattoos across his arms and Satoru with his own mix and matches tattoos of different colours and shapes. You flicked through the booklet again, eyes scoring against Sukuna’s work. For such an arrogant piece of shit his work really was divine.

You heard Yui come out with Sukuna, dishevelled hair as Sukuna wiped her lipstick from his mouth. He glared at you as you refused to meet his eyes, the urge to punch him in his stupid face being prevalent. “Y/n, look isn’t it so cute.”

She showed you her thigh where the rose was, Sukuna looking at it with a roll of his eyes. It was nothing like the intricate designs you had seen in the booklet. You may not have known the man, but it just didn’t look like something he’d enjoy doing. She pulled her skirt back down; you could almost smell sex on her as she went up to Sukuna. He had told her what to use before she gave him a long kiss. You tried to not watch them kiss but it was a whole show to watch, his hand gripping her ass as he kissed back, saliva dripping from their mouths.

Looking anywhere but at them, you put the booklet back onto the main desk before hearing her say a goodbye to her Ryo. “I told you not to call me that,” there was no teasing manner in his words, he was dead serious, hating how his name sounded on the whores mouth.

“Ryo told me he spilled coffee on you this morning, I’ll make him apologise to you tomorrow.” You gave her a blank look as you both walked through the night sky.

“Tomorrow?” You questioned not knowing what was even occurring the next day.

She raised an eyebrow as she spoke, “Nobara, she invited all of us to her apartment, remember?” The memory of the dyed haired girl came alight, the three of you had been talking in a lecture when she told you both to come to her housewarming. She had been so excited to show you how she decorated the place and to show you everything she bought but you hadn’t been paying attention. Instead nodding at her words instead, “I invited Ryo to come with me.”

“Oh great, an afternoon seeing that dickhead's face.” You scowled, kicking the pebble into the pavement as you tried to not whine but you hated the man and you most certainly knew he hated you.

She brought her hands to her chest trying to gain warmth through the cold weather, “don’t be like that, he means a lot to me.”

“Yeah being told off for saying his name sure shows how much he cares for.” Maybe you were still pissed about what occurred this morning, he hadn’t even apologised for something so small. But your friend was too unaware to realise what you saw, a demon reincarnated.

You both parted ways as you walked the stretch to your apartment, you knew Yui was sweet, but her lack of awareness was sometimes frustrating. You had heard the moans come from the small area, heard how everybody seemed to find it normal and what could you do. Nothing, you stared blankly at the wall in your apartment, the bland cream walls encasing nothing but the sadness of uni life. Nobara was sweet enough to invite you and you knew you’d just have to ignore that bastard instead.

The next day passed without much interruption, sorting out uni work before getting ready for her little get together. You didn’t know who else was going, having spent most of your time with your other friends but the idea of having to see Sukuna made you cringe. Looking at your outfit, a casual look, not expecting anything big to occur. You made the walk towards her apartment bringing some wine with you as a gift as you finally found the tower of apartments.

Walking into the elevator you were about to press the button when you heard a giddy laugh telling you to keep the door open. “Omg Y/n, you look super cute.” The whine of her voice made you stare right back at her, so innocent but the man she had been pulling on making her look nothing more than his toy.

“Thanks.” You mutter refusing to meet Sukuna’s eyes, his arms tattoos on show as he wore a black shirt, most of the buttons undone to show his distinctive marked chest. He rolled his sleeves as you pressed the button to the floor as she rambled on about her day.

You watched her grab his hand, moving closer to his side as he looked lazily down at her. He really was a fucking cunt, with that sadistic smirk and taunting eyes. “…Ryo was telling me Satoru was interested in you.”

“That’s nice.” You muttered not wanting to have a conversation about the men you had met last night.

Sukuna finally looked at you, eyebrows raised as he looked up from the ground. His light brown eyes gazing up and down your body as he stared almost indecisively at you. She stood firm against him whining for him to apologise about yesterday, but he didn’t seem to care as he stared at you with those dull eyes of his.

“I don’t care if he apologises or not.” You finally mutter as you felt suffocated by the sheer pressure of his gaze. It was a longing and you felt uncomfortable under his eyes, she had barely noticed the significant glare he was giving to you as she flaunted herself to him. At least she had something going for her with those looks of her, her unawareness and ditsiness catched men’s eyes but the way Sukuna dismissed her flaunts made you wonder why he even bothered with her.

The door opened as you quickly stepped out, not wanting to be near either of them as you walked towards Nobara’s apartment. Knocking as her bright face emerged engulphing you in a hug, “come in, come in.”

“I got you this.” You pass her the wine as she takes it, seeing Sukuna and Yui come in, her mouth in a gawk as she eyes the pink haired man up and down.

She puts the wine down as she gives a hug to your friend, “and who is this?”

Sukuna looked to the side not wanting to speak as he scoured around the room for someone he would recognise, his eyes meeting your mutual friend Megumi’s. He gave a nod at the black-haired boy who began walking towards the four of you, “this is my boy…”

Before she could finish Megumi interrupted, arm across your shoulder with a grin, “y/n with other friends.” You rolled your eyes as he went over to Sukuna, giving him a pat on the shoulder, “and Sukuna, what you doing here? Work run out of ink, you gonna start sucking our bloods.”

“Real funny.” Sukuna’s voice was unamused as Megumi almost dragged him away from you all.

Nobara had left as you saw Yui look isolated and alone, it was weird, a new emotion you hadn’t seen as you patted her back lightly. “Let’s get a drink.”

She nodded as you took her hand moving her past others that you knew and towards where a pile of beverages were. You had to hand it to Nobara the apartment did look good, it fit her aesthetic perfectly and you could only wish for your apartment to feel homely. Looking back on your own, it wasn’t a home, it was just a convenient place to live for your university studies.

Yui began rambling about something, almost glad she wasn’t paying attention to her boyfriend who had been talking with Megumi on the balcony. You could see eyes fawn over him, not understanding how people could find him attractive. Your skin crawled as you looked at him one last time before listening to her as she spoke for the next half an hour. Sukuna came towards you both after a while and that’s when disaster struck…once again.

“I’m leaving.” He was blunt with his words as you stared at the pair's interaction.

She looked at him with soft eyes, “but you promised you’d stay longer than an hour.” You looked over to Sukuna waiting to hear what he’d say as he needed a good excuse to be a shit date for this gathering.

“Okay, and? I’m a working adult. I have shit going on.” He seemed almost tense, hand gripping his phone as his eyes flashed with a worry before a glare back at you.

She disregarded his words as she continued to whine, “we can sneak off if you want…”

“Fucking hell I don’t want to sleep with you.” He tried to speak calmly but others had heard what was occurring in the kitchen. Jaw clenched as if something really bad was happening and he needed to be there.

You rolled your eyes at the unnecessarily loud comment touching your friends shoulder to reassure her, “come on let’s go back to mine.”

Sukuna glared, not bothering to give her a goodbye as you explained to Nobara the issue before giving her a farewell. You took her back to yours as soon as she hit the couch she was out like a light. You didn’t understand how someone as pretty as her could get with someone as disgusting as Sukuna. Those stupid eyes, so intimidating and closed off to the rest of the world. You shook your head trying to not think of the devilish man as you went into your room, falling into your own slumber.

It had been a few days since the incident occurred, going to a lecture with her as she still spoke highly of Sukuna. Explaining how he had had other plans and how he apologised, it was a lie of course and you knew it. You had caught a glimpse of the multiple read messages that she had sent to him, no reply back as either he was being a cunt or something else had been occurring in his private life that he didn’t want to tell her.

She had been trying to persuade you to come back to the tattoo store, bribing you with Satoru’s number even though you had no need for the white haired man's number. She signed in defeat as you left your separate ways from the lecture.

The week continued on like this, her talking highly of Sukuna but the now unopened messages being a sign that he truly did not care. You tried to not look too long on the messages but the way you’d see her sometimes stare at her phone almost manifesting his response. It went on like this, her ignorance as it seemed she sent more than 10 messages a day in the past week. You didn’t question it, not wanting to be involved in a relationship you didn’t care for.

Having Saturday to yourself, the coffee-stained shirt is still soaking after a week due to not having bothered to actually clean it properly. Stupid Sukuna! You rubbed at your eyes wanting a relaxing evening after the studying you had done in the library most of the day. Finally getting into the blankets you sat cozied up in the covers as you put an anime on to watch.

You had only gained peace for less than 10 minutes before your phone was blaring, startling you in an instant. Your hand reached for your phone as you saw Yui’s name flash up, answering it tiredly, “hey what’s up?”

“Y/n.” Sukuna’s voice soothed out on the line, hearing your name from his mouth sending a shiver, “your stupid friend is drunk and at my place, fucking get her or I’m leaving her outside.”

“Wait? Sukuna yo…you can’t just leave her outside, and I don’t even have a car…”

He quickly interrupts, “I don’t care, we…I don’t need her right now.”

“You’re a real class a cunt.” You shout through the phone, he was cheating clearly, his misspoken words making you realise he was an even bigger jerk than you realised. Seeing the address in the chat as he had hanged up on you after you called him a cunt. It was more than a 20-minute walk and you refused to walk there, getting an uber seemed like your best bet, you didn’t understand why he didn’t let her scream or shout at him. He had been caught out and now she could see the real Sukuna that you saw.

The drive taking less than 5 minutes you told the driver to wait as you went up to his apartment, the area was nice. Almost too nice for a man with an attitude and mouth like his own, finally finding the door, you saw how it was slightly open as you heard shouting coming from within. Opening the door, you were met with Sukuna and Yui but another figure with a glum look and the exact same face as Sukuna.

“Took you long enough.” Sukuna scowled as you saw your friend in tears, instantly rushing inside to comfort her.

You glared at the boy before what seemed to be his twin or younger brother spoke up, “just make them leave Sukuna.” He didn’t seem as fuelled with anger when his brother spoke of it, but a fury flashed through your insides, tissues seemed to scatter his apartment as you finally got a look of it all.

It was a shock, pretty even something that you craved to live in, the aesthetic, the way the whole room was filled with so much comfort and warmth. Too bad a psychotic loser like Sukuna lived there. “Yo…you can’t just call my friends us..and make…make them come and get me. I…I’m not a child.” Tears flooded her face as you looked up at Sukuna ready to give him a piece of your mind.

“You really are an ass, how fucking dare you treat her like that, when all she ever fucking does is talk about how you’re such a sweet guy. I’m fucking glad she’s realised just how much of a twat you are.” His brother almost felt startled at what he was hearing looking at Sukuna for any indication of what you were talking about.

Sukuna instead grabbed your wrist pulling you towards what looked to be his kitchen, a pizza box on the side as the place was moderately tidy. “You don’t fucking get it do you?”

“What are…” He interrupted his finger on your mouth forcing you to shut up and listen to him.

You wafted his finger away waiting to hear his next words, “that guy over there is my twin, our grandfather died last Sunday.” Realisation hit you as you realised that was why he had been so tense, so on edge at Nobara’s get together. You put your hand to his shoulder to comfort him but stopped yourself waiting for him to continue, “your pathetic friend barged in here drunk and started calling us the pathetic ones.”

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry.” You whispered out almost feeling bad for the man.

He continued not meeting your gaze as he leant against the cabinet, eyes down, for a man with limited emotions he found it hard to express his next words without feeling somewhat sad. “I explained what happened to her and she told both of us to grow a pair and told my brother to stop crying like a twat, she can talk all the shit she likes about me. But about the people I fucking care about, I need the bitch gone now.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll take her now.” She wasn’t even that drunk, you could see it in her eyes, the glint of sympathy she wanted as she barged past you and clinged her arms on Sukuna’s neck. He pushed her away as she tried to go back onto him, embarrassment setting in for yourself.

“Come on daddy, let me take your mind off of your stupid gran…” His blood boiled as he pushed her away once more, you took the step between them, gripping her arm as you dragged her out.

You pulled her towards the door, looking at Sukuna’s twin who looked sad, they looked similar, but the distinct lack of piercings made him look even more vulnerable. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” You bowed your head before leaving with your idiotic friend.

“God Y/n, always ruining the fun.” She belted out as you both walked into the elevator.

“How disrespectful can you get; I know he’s an ass but to be so disrespectful to the dead.” You crossed your arms pissed at having been dragged into this fiasco as you looked at her almost gleeful expression.

She looked at herself in the mirror across from you both as you signed, “I don’t care, I was horny, and who cares, you said it yourself my boyfriends a cunt.”

“Ex-boyfriend.” You muttered under your breath.

“He can’t resist getting his dick wet, he’ll come back.” She spoke with a confidence you hadn’t seen before, as if her whole ditsy façade was to just gain popularity and attention. You didn’t look at her as you both walked toward the uber, making her split the cost of it all as you dropped her off, you hated it.

Hated how she sent an air kiss as she left, almost happy at the chaos she created. You knew what you had to do and that was to ignore her in lectures and hopefully never had to meet Sukuna ever again.

It seemed to be working, you’d sit beside Megumi in lectures now, a sadness in her eyes as you’d be the one ignoring her. Maybe it was because her comments didn’t sit right with you or maybe it was a way to leave a friend you didn’t care for. You hadn’t met Sukuna at all the week that followed the occurrence, you were glad to never have to see him again.

Walking into the coffee shop for your latest fix of caffeine, a storm has come across the horizon. An eeriness to the grey skies. You had gotten a bus further into town wanting to go to your fav route coffee store one far away from the likes of Sukuna. Eyes flicking at your drink you sat at a table pulling out your laptop to do some work as the grey skies slowly became a mist of darkness.

Time had caught onto you as you found yourself ushered outside at closing time rain pouring as you realised just how late it was and how the last bus had already left Bringing your phone as you stood under the shelter of the café, you went to get an uber when you felt a gust of wind and as a figure barged into you. “Fucking shitty ass rain.” It was a recognisable voice as you turned and met Sukuna, pink hair draped down across his face, as his coat barely covered him as he draped it across his shoulders. “For fucks sake it had to be you I met.”

“Fuck off, I was here first you came to me.” You scowled watching the rain pour as you went on the app to get you an Uber as quick as you could.

Sukuna’s eyes flashed to your phone, trickles of water on it as he stared at your screen, “I’ll give you a lift home, I don’t like being in debt to people.”

“You’re not though.” You mutter still looking down at your phone as you stared at the prices.

“You got rid of Yui, I owe you.”

You didn’t understand his logic as it made no sense at all, “whatever you don’t owe me, and she isn’t my friend.”

He didn’t question it as he brought his car keys out, gesturing for you to follow as you did. It wasn’t like he was going to kill you and if Megumi was friends with him what was the harm in getting a free lift.. Even with his loud obnoxious almost suffocating presence in the rain it almost felt like the two of you could be civil.

He opened your door as you slipped inside the car, feeling the warm black leather seats as he chucked his coat to the back. The shirt he wore right across his skin as you stared at his tattoos, “it’s rude to stare.”

“Shut up.” You muttered looking out at the weather. It was gruesome and wild, and you could already see the evident traffic up ahead.

One hand stayed lazily on the steering wheel as he tapped on it as the other rested on the gear stick, he cleared his throat before finally speaking, “why did you stop being friends with her then?”

“Realised she was a bitch; I don’t want those types of people around me.” You continued to stare out of the window, looking up at the black sky, stars trickling through the rain.

He didn’t say anymore a tense atmosphere as you finally met his gaze again, his fingers tapping lightly to a song you didn’t know that was playing on the radio. “Why did you date her?” He moved forward as his jaw clenched checking his mirrors to see if he could go through a side street bypassing the traffic.

“I never did.” He muttered, still looking for a way out.

You rolled your eyes as you continued, “I might dislike her, but she spoke about you as if you were the best boyfriend in the world and now here you are acting like you never dated her.”

“God Y/n can you shut the fuck up?” You were startled by his words as he quickly went past the traffic indicator right as he turned into a side street making sure to not get caught in an uncomfortable situation again. “I never asked her out, it was a one-night stand, but she fucking kept coming to the tattoo place, and Nanami and Geto were getting pissed she said she’d leave only if I dated her and fucked her regularly.”

You were almost disgusting by the proposition, his agreement on it to make her go away and her own for making such a revolting idea. “You…you…” Unaware of what to say you trailed off as you refused to look back at him.

“Put your address in here.” He tossed his phone into your lap, easily unfolded as you put your address in without even questioning it. Putting his phone back up on the stand in his car, he continued, “why would a prissy girl like you ever become friends with someone like her?”

“She needed my help studying.” You muttered not knowing how else to respond, it was true that you both had met out of convenience to one another. His finger motion on the wheel matched the rhythm of the song that currently played as you didn’t elaborate.

He turned to see what you were doing, how you stared out into the darkness all alone with nothing but an empty lonely apartment. “God you must be fun at parties.”

“Cut the crap Sukuna, what the fuck are you doing this for?”

“What’s this?” He gestured as he had seen you meet his gaze.

You rolled your eyes hating how he made you elaborate, “asking questions, offering me a lift home. What do you want? Sex? A good little cunt for you to fill, I knew I was right abou…”

“Y/n.” Your name felt piercingly loud against the inside of the car, “why do you always think the worst of me?”

“Because you’ve been an ass since day fucking one, gosh get off your high horse Sukuna nobody gives a fuck about this persona you have if you’re just going to act like a dick half the time.” Your words stung him as his jaw clenched pissed at how freely you spoke about his life.

“You’re giving me advice on persona’s; I knew from the first time you walked into the tattoo place that you hated Yui. Don’t talk to me about personas when you acted like you wanted to choke her to death.”

His words were filled with truth and malice as you looked down, “I…I did hate her…I do hate her.”

He didn’t expect your response, but your next words filled him with another emotion, “I was jealous, okay? She was so pretty to me, she could’ve had anyone, and she picked you, the guy who didn’t give a fuck about her. I hated her for it, hated how she got men left right and centre when all I got were guys interested in sex rather than a relationship.” You took a heavy breath as you couldn’t stop your rambling, couldn’t stop the freshly watered eyes from cascading down your face, “so yes Sukuna I fucking hate her, she is everything I’m not, everything a man wants.”

Sukuna didn’t know what to say as he put his car in park, grabbing your face in his hands as he forced you to look at him. “I know you don’t like me; I hate you as much as you fucking hate me. But you’re more than just a fuck to someone out there. Maybe it’s the guilt and grief I'm going through for not being around for my granddad as much but she is the opposite of you and was a cunt. You’re worth a whole lot more than her.”

You tried to turn away to stop staring into his eyes, his calloused hands gripped onto your face as you could feel just how intricate his fingers were. His grip tight as you felt his heavy breath against your own, “take me home.”

He let go in an instant not meeting your gaze as he drove in silence, it was too quiet for your liking. He stopped tapping the wheel as you just stared outside, watching how the rain pattered away against the roof. The arrival to your apartment complex seemed much faster as you looked at the gloomy elevator that would take you to your gloomy apartment. “What? Not going to invite me inside?”

“What do you think?” You muttered opening the door as you stepped into the rain.

You heard his own side open as he slipped out of the car, “well if you really want me too.” Rolling your eyes and not wanting to be around him you found yourself being followed by the boy, his eyes looking around the place. It was pretty, too pretty for someone like you, he watched you fumble to open your apartment. He expected to see your personality residue onto the walls but instead was met with nothing but a cream-coloured walls and the basic necessities. “What, you still moving in or something?”

You drop your stuff and take your shoes off ignoring his comment as you went straight to the kitchen. He quickly followed eyes widening to be met with another plainness, affectionless room. “Seriously why are you here?” You say getting some leftover food out of the fridge to warm up.

“I owe you.” He scratches the back of his head as he looks at the food.

You point at your food before speaking again, “get two plates.” He nodded eagerly as you pointed to where the plates were as you warmed it up on the stove. “You don’t owe me anything, you have me a lift home remember.”

“I owe you for my comment.” He doesn’t meet your gaze grabbing the two plates and putting them on the counter. “Your place, it's not very you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You question crossing your arms as you stared at the man.

He looked around seeing nothing of any value to you, “it’s not you, it’s just very plain and dull.”

“I’m plain and dull.” You bring the food over portioning it into the plates as you watch Sukuna look for forks to eat it with. If he had walked into this place without knowing it was yours he’d have thought it was a showroom.

You move and take your plate as you both go into the lounge right in front of the TV. “Yeah not with that mouth of yours.”

“Shut up.” You scowled sitting on the side of the couch as he sat on the other, you moved to put something on the TV as he watched you happily put on an anime that he recognised. He was surprised you had even let him step foot in your home but there really wasn’t anything to see of importance that he could mock.

He watched you eat and watch anime, so this is how you spent your days, uni, hanging out with friends, revising, eating and watching anime. “Y/n.”

“Yeah.” You muttered just as you put more food in your mouth.

“Why did you let me inside?”

You finally looked at him, plate empty as he put it on the table, you met his gaze, “we both hate each other, it’s not like i’ll ever have to see you again after this, and you said it yourself you owed me.”

“No, there’s something else, is it about what I said earlier.” He asked as you finally looked at him directly in the eyes.

You didn’t know how to reply as you stared at him softly, “I…I think you should leave.”

“For fucks sake, just tell me, like you said you won’t have to see me ever again after this.” His eyes looked up and down across your body. How you seemed so small when isolated, how that big mouth of yours that he wanted to shut up so badly. Had finally fallen silent.

You tried to think of an answer, but came to nothing, “I thought…that I was doing this to make me feel better, like I was getting back at her but instead I’m just being something I hate. I’m sorry, okay?”

“It’s fine, I’d have done the same, guess we’re both dicks then.” You stifle a laugh as you look at him with wide eyes.

“Maybe you’re not that bad.”

“I’m surprised I did call you a fool.”

“Foolish puppet actually.”

He chuckles as he looks at you his lip turning upwards as he looked at the anime, “you know I thought the beast titan was Erwins dad for a solid three months.”

“What? Erwin and Zeke are like 10 years apart.” You chuckle as you pause the episode on one of the many gory scenes, “let me guess you didn’t know who the female titan was either.”

“Of course I didn’t, do I look like I read manga?” He mused out putting his arm around the couch as he watched you on your knees face him. You seemed joyful talking about anime with him, as for what seemed like hours the two of you spoke about different anime’s and stuff you both enjoyed.

“…you can’t be serious you got an anime tattoo.” You had moved closer to him; his arm touched your side as you begged for him to show you.

He turned around lifting his shirt up as it remained up to his neck. That’s when you saw the cascades of different colours and pictures around his back, the hunter x hunter phantom troupe spider being under his shoulder as you moved your finger to trace it. “Number four really.”

“Don’t lie and say you aren’t another whore for Hisoka.” His skin shivers as you trace each leg, the intricacy of all his tattoos making your mind go wild. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as you had initially thought, maybe there was something more to him.

He put his shirt down as he turned to meet your eyes again you had moved closer and without realising his face was only a mere centimetres away from your own. “Sorry.” You whisper moving backwards a big in a shuffle.

“Don’t worry about it, ever thought about it then?”

“Thought about what?”

He gestured to his arm and chest tattoos as you shrugged, “maybe, but I’m indecisive it’d have to be something I really liked.”

“Well Satoru was telling me you liked my designs.” Your eyes widened at how you have been practically exposed by Satoru.

He chuckles tilting his head back as you could see his neck tattoos more, “I could always give you one.”

“You sure you wouldn’t want to give me a flower one instead.” You teased as he rolled his eyes coming closer to your body.

“I know exactly where I’d put it.” His finger grazed to your exposed arm, skimming up and down before moving up to your shoulder and down to just where your neck was.

Your breath hitched as his finger skimmed past the material nearly divulging into where your two breasts met. He watched how you gave a flushed look before smirking, removing his hand, “it’s late, pass me your phone.”

“W…why?” You spoke already, grabbing it to give to him.

“So you can have my number, we should hang out again.” His fingers typed into the new contact, easily writing his name and number as he passed back the phone.

You nodded as you walked with him towards the door, he grabbed his stuff before you saw him wave goodbye before leaving. You leant against the door as you grabbed your phone seeing his stupid name with the skull emoji, quickly typing about how you enjoyed tonight you threw your phone to the side as you felt a feeling you hated entirely.

It had been a week since both you and Sukuna had met again, but the multiple texts you both sent one another had been divulging into some sort of feeling of friendship. You had invited him to your best friends birthday celebration after feeling that both of you had somewhat become friends. He seemed happy to come along a clear contrast to when he had been made to go to the housewarming a couple weeks back.

He met you outside your apartment, seeing how you came out in a thin red dress, it was short, but you looked amazing. He had worn a similar outfit that he wore weeks prior the difference being the shirt looked a lot tighter and there had been a couple more unbuttons undone. A metal necklace cascaded down his neck brushing back and forth against the air and his skin and rings embodied his veined fingers. He watched you happily skip into the car; he couldn’t help but smile but as soon as you stepped inside the dickhead in him came out. “Sure this is a birthday party and not a strip club.”

“Aww you think I could become a stripper.” You pout as you look at the mirror putting more lipgloss on too sooth your lips. He rolled his eyes reversing out as he looked behind you both, arm on your seat as you couldn’t help but stare at his chest with the black lines and his arms that had their own.

He hadn’t noticed your staring instead moving right out and making you put the destination into his phone, “how long are you staying till?”

“However long you want.” You say typing the destination before going into his camera, “your cameras better.”

You took a couple pictures as you sent them to yourself choosing which one was the best one before putting his phone back on the grip. “She’s your friend.”

“I thought you didn’t like stuff like this.”

“What makes you say that?” His arm was lazily against the wheel as he moved it at every turn.

You shrugged before answering, “it’s a uni party, you don’t seem like the type to go to ones.”

“Just because I didn’t go to shitty uni doesn’t mean I won’t fit in, idiot.”

You rolled your eyes as you looked back on the road, his other hand scratching his jaw. “Megumi should be there if you don’t want to be aroun…”

“I'm going with you, why would I leave you?” He didn’t meet your gaze; he already knew that if did see those wide eyes and that tiny dress one more time he wouldn’t be able to help himself take you in the car.

You nodded not saying anymore as he began rambling about some client that wanted the ugliest tattoo possible, “why did you just tell him to fuck off?”

“What makes you think I didn’t, I don’t do shitty tattoos.” His grip tightened against the wheel as he turned to see what you were doing. Your dress having ridden up as your thighs were on show, he stared at them before meeting the road gaze again.

You nodded as you increased the volume on the song that was playing, “what’s a shitty tattoo to you?”

“Flowers, girly shit.”

“You literally named one thing.” You roll your eyes as he watches you change the song from his phone, your chest on top of his arm on the gear stick as he was able to see how pretty your tits sat in the dress.

He looked down before shaking his head to look outside the windows, “flowers are shitty, any shitty type of animal.”

“What so if I asked for a dolphin you wouldn’t give me one?” He raised an eyebrow as you continued, “oh come on dolphins could be a look.”

“No they wouldn’t, they look shitty and you don’t even like dolphins.”

You shrugged leaning back in your seat, “and how would you know?”

“Because I know you, come on.” He had parked without you realising as you both got out of the car. He saw the tall high rise of buildings; it was similar to your own complex but with a lot more emotion that he’d never seen from yours.

He watched you grab his sleeve to tug him along as he stood behind you, watching how your thighs moved through the thin fabric. It was almost a blessing to have to look down at you as the ability to see how your tits perked up made his head run wild. ��So what’s her name again?”

“Maki, and no she already has a boyfriend.” You stepped into the elevator, as he rolled his eyes at your comment.

“I didn’t want to fuck your best friend anyway.” He muttered as he leant against the railing, eyes flashing to how perfect you looked all dolled up in that outfit. He licked his lips as he continued, “not every girl I see I want to fuck.”

“That is true, you haven’t tried to fuck me.” He didn’t know why he almost felt sad by your comment, there of course had been a reason for not having tried to fuck you but it was stupid and pushed aside.

You both walked out as his hand moved to your back guiding you in a direction even he didn’t know about. “I swear it’s on this floor.”

“You got us lost basically,” you signed as you grabbed your phone pushing Maki’s number as you heard her scream through the phone. Sukuna gave a side eye as you elbowed his side to not be a cunt for once.

“Yeah 5th floor, number 511.” Sukuna grabbed your hand as he had seen that door, forcing you to follow as even with his tight grip. You had expected his hands to feel calloused against your own, but a burst of warmth filled you as you followed him. He knocked on the door as Maki instantly opened grabbing you into a hug, “and who is this?”

“This is Sukuna, I invited him.” You say as she lets go of you, her hair up and a giddy smile at the drink she was holding.

You handed her her present before she came up to Sukuna, “I heard you were a dick by Megumi.”

“Maki you can…”

“No it's true, where is the twat anyway?” Sukuna muttered as Maki hadn’t bothered to apologise instead unwrapping her present happily.

“By the balcony, probably.” He nodded but didn’t leave to go find him, instead sticking your side.

You met his gaze as you didn’t understand why he hadn’t left to mingle or find someone to hook up with, “not going to find Megumi.”

“I said I wouldn’t leave your side.” You nod as he continued, “come on let’s get a drink.”

He dragged you to where the drinks were, passing you a cup as he filled it with some alcohol, he saw Megumi come up towards you both, already partially drunk. “Y/n, Sukuna…together in the same room, I must be dying.”

“Real funny, I don’t see you with anybody.” Sukuna mused as he took a large sip of his drink.

Megumi rolled his eyes planting his arm across your shoulder seeing how tense Sukuna became in a matter of seconds, “go on how did you end up here then?”

“We’re friends.”

“You called him a dickhead two weeks ago.”

You chuckled at your past, his eyebrow raised wanting to hear an explanation of the comment, “that’s because he is one.” You moved to his face, your hand out as you squished his cheeks with one hand, “aren’t you?”

“You better answer her.” Megumi spoke, trying to suppress a laugh at how the big old mighty Sukuna was getting his face squished by you.

Sukuna rolled his eyes as you continued squishing his face, your warmth in your fingers making his ears prick a red colour, “yeah…I am.”

“Good boy.” You giggled letting go of him as Megumi began pouring more alcohol in both your drinks. It seemed like the party would have nothing except drinking and couples making out, you didn’t care seeing how much fun Maki was having with her boyfriend.

You and Sukuna had moved to the couch after Megumi had gotten distracted by Maki’s god, he was probably on the ground letting her dog sleep on him. Sukuna’s voice ringed in your ear as the loud music had made it hard for you both to speak normally, “you were right?”

“Is the Sukuna admitting I was right?” You teased taking a large slip as the strap of your dress had fallen off your shoulder due to having been bumped into by a lot of people.

“Oh shut it.” He didn’t continue with his words, instead moving closer to you, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just how beautiful you looked. His eyes gazed across your body, as he moved his hand to re-adjust your strap. His fingers gazing right where your arm was, “a tattoo right there.”

“I’ll have to get one there then.” You replied instantly back to him hoping he’d get the hint.

He nodded his hand tracing your skin, “I’ll give you a good tattoo, make it ruin you.” He didn’t know what he was saying, feeling you move closer to him as if you were just about to meet his lips.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” It was a shout from the doorway as you saw Yui almost jump right on you with her devilish claws. Both you and Sukuna became startled by the action as you both jumped abruptly away from one another.

Maki had come as she stood between the three of you, confusion setting in as she realised just how bad the situation was. “Yui what the fuck?”

“Why are you shouting at me, she’s the one trying to make out with my boyfriend?” The music seemed to settle into quietness as everybody began staring at the scene, you didn’t know what to say. They weren’t dating you knew that but were you really just about to kiss him, the man you had hated those weeks ago, would you have let him do more to you.

You shook your head as you were about to speak but got interrupted, “we aren’t fucking dating, god there really is nothing up there, we were never dating and you’re just a fucking bitch who sleeps around.”

“So you admit that you just wanted to fuck me.” You and Maki stared at one another as you watched what Sukuna would say next.

“Yeah, worst sex I’ve had in a while though.” Your eyes widened at the comment as you tried to suppress a laugh before she stared at you.

Her eyes flicked with rage at how you laughed at his comment, “you hated him, how could you be such a shit friend?”

“We were never friends, you tried to use me to come with you to errands and help you with shit, that’s not being friends.” You mutter crossing your arms as Maki almost looked like she was ready to fight Yui for her fake comments.

Yui looked between the three of you ready to punch you right in your face, “I fucking hate you, he’s going to realise just how boring and selfish you are, and he’ll drop you just like he did too me. You wanna know why you haven’t had a boyfriend in a whilst…it’s because every single one of them found out how dull and boring you are. He’ll see it, he’ll see how you’re a fucking cunt that just gets used for guy’s dicks.”

She stormed out of the apartment, as you let out a heavy breath. You needed fresh air as you left the silence of the room going past everybody and into Maki’s room. Knowing she had a balcony that attached to her window. Crawling out of it as you leant against the railing you saw the bright lights of the city cascade out into the sky. Cold air hitting your body as you thought about her comments, every insecurity you had had was true, you heard the window open as Sukuna stepped outside.

“You’re going to get cold, dumbass.” You don’t laugh at his comment, instead leaning further into the balcony. “You don’t believe what she said right, she’s a fucking cunt and her words were lies Y/n.”

“You don’t understand.” You continued staring at the colourful patterns of the stars, all so pretty. He moved closer resting his shoulders against your own as he could almost see you shiver.

He met your eyeline, watching how you stared up into the dark sky, he knew you saw more than the dark. He could see it in your eyes the way you stared at the sky with such lust to explore its secrets, “explain to me then.”

“You’re you…and I’m me, I’m used to guys getting their dicks wet to me, and you use others to get your own…”

You trailed off not wanting to hear his next words, “you really are still a cunt, listen to me, Yui lied, you and I both know she’s a fucking cunt so why the fuck do you believe it.”

“Because you fucking slept with her.” You didn’t know why you shouted the comment out, it was unnecessary and made no actual sense at all.

Sukuna stayed silent, pink hair almost dropping down to his face in a type of misery, “so what you want me to fuck tou and then leave you, you want to be another one-night stand, is that all you see me as.”

“No…” you had no other words as you both stared at one another in silence, his eyes flicking across to your lips. As he moved closer, face almost touching one another’s as you heard his heavy breath against your own, mouths almost touching.

He looked down as his hands had gripped your sides ready to bring your mouth to his own, “I don’t want you to be another one-night stand.”

“Why?”

“Because you mean a lo…” He got interrupted by the sound of a loud crash occurring inside, “fuck that’s Megumi.”

“We need to check on him.” Your minty breath hit his face as you spoke worried for your friend, you were the first to apart away; he had wished to feel your tender lips on his own but instead was now left out in the dark.

He watched you leave as you went to go check on Megumi, taking a sharp breath as he followed you. You both ended up finding Megumi with the dog wrapped around him, “he’s cuddling the fucking dog.”

“Sorry I need a picture of this.” You spoke fiddly as you brought your phone out taking different angled photos of Megumi being cuddled by Maki’s dog.

Sukuna rolled his eyes before he nudged Megumi with his food, “we’re gonna have to take him home.”

You nodded as you and Sukuna brought him up, his arms on both your shoulders as he stirred, “you two are such nice people:”

“Yeah yeah.” You muttered as you helped him towards Sukuna’s, both putting him in the back as Megumi looked like he was about to fall asleep again.

“I’ll take him to mine, after I drop you back home.” You nod as you both spent the rest of the car journey in silence, not talking about the earlier occurrence of you both nearly kissing twice.

The ride had been quick as you were met with the dull buildings once more, Sukuna watched how you said a simple goodbye, his hand grabbing your wrist to stop you. “Come round the tattoo shop at 8pm.”

“Why?” you questioned as his touch sent a shiver down your spine.

“Just come shitty woman.” You nodded as he let go of your hand watching you walk into your apartment.

“You really…why did you scream?” Megumi voice startled him as she shouted a fuck at hearing Megumi talk, “anyway, you really like her don’t you.”

“Is it that obvious.”

Megumi nodded leaning back in his seat, “you’re a dick to everybody it’s weird seeing you be nice to someone.”

“I’m not a dick to everybody.” Sukuna spoke as he started driving towards his apartments

Megumi rolled his eyes as he looked out of the window, “don’t hurt her.”

“I wouldn’t.” Sukuna mutters as he looks down knowing tomorrow would be the day he told you the absolute truth.

The next day came quicker than expected as you had a couple lectures occurring and some other crap to get onto. Before you even knew it 8pm had arrived as you found yourself walking the same street you had walked a couple weeks back. The same bricks and neon sign outside the place that made the place give off the vibe of a tattoo shop.

Walking inside as the bell indicated a customer had come, it seemed that they had had their influx in customers as Satoru seemed to be annoying Nanami who had ice on his head and Geto tapped away at the counter. “Y/n.” Satoru shouted as he bolted up and met you, “you never came back.”

“Yeah some stuff happened, you know where Sukuna is?” You question as all three of them became silent, probably not understanding why you would need the man you had been cussing out a few weeks ago.

“Sukuna.” Geto hesitantly shouted out as he looked at you, “you’re not going to kick him are you,”

“What? No!” You mutter as you see the pink haired man come down shirtless, his tattoos all on show as you got a glimpse of every single one perfectly resting across his body. “Y/n, you’re early.”

He checked his watch seeing the time being 7:50, as you gave him a small smile, “so what did you need me for?”

“To give you a tattoo idiot.” He spoke it as of you were the one who had been the dumb one in the situation.

The three men stared at you both as you stepped towards him, bodies too close for what they’d class as enemies. “Is anybody going to explain this?” Satoru muttered.

Sukuna rolled his eyes as he waited for your response, you didn’t think he’d actually be the one to give you your first tattoo, but you nodded never less. “Okay, but if you mess up I will stab you’ll

“If you’re into that, I don’t judge.” He chuckles as you jab your elbow into his chest, “give her the forms.”

Geto nodded as he passed you the forms you needed to fill out all three wanting to hear how the two of you had somehow become close, “don’t you three have plans?”

That’s when they realised why he had booked you in so late, all three had prior engagements and it’d leave you and him alone to your own devices. Satoru signed as he wanted to hear more but ended being dragged out by Nanami before Geto followed just as you handed the forms back to Sukuna

He remained shirtless as he took you to the back, locking the door of the reception to make sure nobody came in. He patted the seat gesturing for you to sit down as you looked hesitantly between the needles and the seat, “what you want to sit on my lap, will that make you feel better?”

“Shut up.” You muttered as you went to the black chair, instead feeling his grip on your wrist.

“What? Scared I’ll bite,” you hated how he teased you and instead of dismissing it and getting flushed you found yourself sitting right on his thigh, you could almost feel like much muscle he had under his joggers as your hand stayed on your own thighs.

He smirked seeing you shift your weight easily, “look at you, finally listening for once.”

“I listen.”

“No you don’t, now what are you thinking?” He passes the book with many designs from his coworkers scattering each page. You instantly went to his page, looking at all the intricate details of different types before you saw the designs of dragons as it breathed out fire. He watched you stare at it, finger gliding across it as he moved your hair to the side, head on your shoulder as he spoke, “you want a dragon.”

You nodded eagerly at the small design, as he put the book down and looked at you with soft eyes, “where do you want it?” You point to the top of your arm, the arm he had touched last night, the arm that still had his finger ingrained into your skin. His eyes flicked to your arm; you wore a long sleeve shirt as he knew you’d have to take it off to get right up to the top of your arm.

“This is a ploy to get me naked isn’t it.” You teased as you lifted your shirt above your head, Sukuna trying to say a word as now the two of you were shirtless in front of one another.

He tried to hide his smirk as he got the stencil ready for your arm, he knew it’d hurt, knew you’d want to grab onto something so why not grab onto him. “If I wanted to see you naked I wouldn’t do it here.”

Your eyes widened feeling the rubbing alcohol on your arm drip down to your wrist, “which one was your first?”

You changed the subject as he rubbed the area before grabbing the stencil that was to the side of you both, “the one on my finger.”

His other hand had moved the stencil up to your arm whilst your fingers grabbed his hand seeing the skull right on the edge of his right hand. “It’s pretty.”

“Yeah my parents hit me so hard after I got it done.” You chuckled lightly feeling his move his hand away from you, sad at his quick movement as you played with your own fingers. You felt the stencil being pulled away from your arm as you could see the small outline of a dragon and its fire across your arm. “Like it?”

You nodded eagerly as you watched him prepare the equipment you didn’t know what he was doing but admired each concentrated move that he had. Eyes widening when he looked up at you with a smirk having noticed your continuous looks at him, “don’t worry, it won’t hurt and if it does, tough.”

“And I thought you were going to be encouraging.” You mumble as you stare at your arm, the blue marks making your insides almost cave in at how scared you actually were.

He chuckled lightly just as he finished ready to start on the outline, he was almost glad it was just an outline with no shading knowing in an instant you’d be in much more pain. “You’ll be fine, I would tell you to hold my shirt but…you could always hold onto my thigh?”

“Just start.” You fidgeted on his thigh, legs swinging as you began hearing a low hum of a needle, feeling some other liquid go across the lines. He looked directly at you nodding to make sure you knew it was about to occur.

Your hands stayed on your lap as you felt the first mark take place, pain instantly rushing to that one spot as you grabbed his thigh, just close to where his crotch was. He dismissed how your hand was so close yet so far away from his cock instead asking if you were okay, after seeing you nod, he continued as the pain began to subdue. You couldn’t lie and say your eyes hadn’t begun watering because they had. You wiped it away with your other hand as you felt Sukuna move onto the fire part. You could never understand how he’d gone through the pain of all of his tattoos, the ones across his arm and chest, his fingers and back and most likely having some on his legs as well.

You watched how he’d occasionally look back at your gaze, see if you were doing fine with pain. Always giving him a reassuring look back to make sure he knew that you could handle it, you felt him finally relax as he the low hum stopped, your hand still on his thigh as he smiled at the design. He grabbed his phone from the side taking a picture of it before passing it for you to see yourself.

The small intricate details had done on the dragon was perfect, the way he had started to put stuff away whilst you still sat on him and the way you could still see your photos from last night in the corner. He hadn’t deleted them , kept them for some unknown reason and you definitely were not going to ask him why he still had the images.

“Let me dress it and bandage it for you.” You nodded but he remained still as you stared at the image, “I need you to get up, dumbass.”

“Sorry.” You mutter standing up and sitting on the actual chair, eyes staring at the details of it all. You had a tattoo and not just that it was a tattoo that Sukuna had designed and placed on you. It was something he was proud of, he watched you stare at his phone, probably unaware that it was on you and not just a picture.

Signing he grabbed the dressing and bandages, standing up to start wrapping it around your arm, you felt startled when his cold fingertips touched your arm. Putting his phone down as you saw the cling film around you, a redness coming from the tattoo, as he began telling you what to do every night and giving you some leaflet on it. “…don’t worry though I’ll text you to make sure you remember.”

“I’ll remember.” You put your shirt back on as you whined the comment out.

“I’ll text you to make sure you remember.” He repeats already knowing that you’d become too lazy to even bother to change the dressing every night.

“So mean.” You pout as he takes you back to the front, leaning against the counter as the dark sky stood out for the both of you to see, “so how much is it?”

You had already gotten your credit card out ready to pay for it, but his hand stopped you, “It’s free.”

“What? No, take the card.” You almost push your money onto him not wanting to take something for free. He takes the card before putting it right back into your arm, almost chucking it at you as he did, “Sukuna please just take it.”

“No.”

“I will never talk to you again if you don’t take it.”

“Okay.” You both glared at one another in silence waiting for one of you to crack, it just had to be you, however.

“I hate you.”

He crossed his arms smirking as he came round to the front leaning against the counter, “no you don’t.”

“Yes I do.” He cocks his head to the side, you watch as each of his muscles tense up as he looks down to you, his face coming closer and closer each time. Hand moving to hold the side of your face, as you looked up at him.

“You can pay me back another way.” He whispers softly as his lips brushed against your own, feeling a hungry need to kiss him, his other hand had moved to your waist ready to bring you closer to him.

You felt his hot breath hit your lips, the way he licked his lips with a hunger, your face moving closer as he moved his hands moved to his shoulders to meet his eyeline. He felt pushed against the counter as he leant against it watching how you moved one of your fingers to his jaw caressing his face as you looked down between his eyes and mouth. Before finally moving your finger, mouth ready to kiss his own before both being startled by the buzz of the door opening.

“Sukuna.” It was a voice you had recognised prior, as you turned to be met with Sukuna’s twin brother.

Sukuna looked between you and his brother, signing at how this had been the third time he had been cockblocked. All he wanted to do was kiss you, was to take you out, call you his but it felt like the universe had had other plans.

“What?”

You stood between the two of them as his twin stared at you, “Mum said to come and drop this off.” He showed a bag with what looked like some old clothes, you didn’t question it instead smiling at the boy. “You’re the girl from a couple weeks back.”

“Hi, yeah I’m Y/n.” You put your hand out as his twin takes it, Sukuna rolling his eyes as he grabbed the old clothes, he looked between the clothes before finding what he was looking for. It was something you recognised, as you let go of the boy's hand.

“Itadori.” You nodded as the boy looked confused as the two of you stared at the old shirt, he eyes you up and down almost admiring how you looked so sweet and sexy at the same time.

“I told you I had it,” Sukuna chuckled as he showed you the old retro Pokémon shirt he owned, it was old, something a 13-year-old wore and not a grown ass man. You had remembered a conversation the two of you had had earlier on last week where he had rambled on about how he loved Pokémon and had the biggest crush on Jessie which you never understood.

“It’s still a lame character to simp over.” He had been pointing to the destroyed Jessie as Itadori felt uncomfortable invading on a private moment between the two of you.

“Anyway, nice to meet you, Sukuna suck a dick, later.” He walked back out of the store as Sukuna gave him the finger before turning back to you, he knew the moment had been ruined but a hungry need had erupted at how he needed to have you. He had seen how Itadori had stared and watched the closeness of you both, had looked you up and down, looked at what was his with a look of hunger.

Sukuna, grabbed his shirt quickly putting it on before grabbing the bag and your hand in his other, “where are we going?”

You questioned as he locked the place up before grabbing your wrist once more and dragging you to his car. “Back to mine.”

“Wh…” He had thrown the bag in the car and pushed your back against the door, hands trapping you as he moved closer and closer to you, making you seem ever so small to him. He smirked as he interrupted, hand grabbing your jaw as he gave you a sadistic grin.

“Nobody looks at what’s mine and sweetheart…you’re now mine.” Your breath hitched as his other hand grabbed your waist arching you into the car as his lips found its way onto your own.

The kiss he had craved for so long occurred in a matter of seconds, your hands moving to his hair as you tugged at the pink locks. Your moans making his head spin as his tongue divulged into your own, gliding back and forth with your own, he brought your body even closer to his own. Mouths craving one another as you had gotten the kiss you had only dreamt about. Saliva dripped down your jaw as he let go off, thumb wiping it away as he looked at you with almost hungry eyes.

“I’m taking you back to mine and making every single fucking person know that you’re mine, okay baby.” He hand moved to your jaw grabbing a hold of it as he was waiting for an answer, waiting to hear the yes he craved.

“Okay Sakun…”

“Try again.” He moved your mouth to skim past his lips again, already seeing how much you craved to feel his lips once more as you tried to reach his own.

You took a sharp breath as you spoke to give him the power he wanted, “yes sir.”

“Good girl, get in the car.” His words were quick as you found yourself quickly entering not knowing what had gotten between the two of you as soon as he stepped inside the car, his hand rested on your thigh as he quickly drove out to get to his apartment.

A quick - most likely over the speed limit - journey later, his hand on your back made your insiders quiver at the sensation of what was to occur. Once you both began walking past the elevator, the tense atmosphere you both had gone through in the elevator having not helped, you found yourself finally getting the confidence to speak.

“Are we…”

He interrupted you as he finally unlocked the door, pushing you through as you felt yourself pressed against the inside of his apartment. His lips moving across your neck as he spoke the words you had needed to hear from the beginning, “you aren’t some fuck, you’re mine.”

“I…I don’t want to disappoint you.” You breathed out after thinking hard, his lips left your neck as he looked into those deep eyes of yours. Pools of lust and love cascading down as he couldn’t help but bring his two hands to cup your face.

“You would never disappoint me baby, after I’m done stuffing you full of me, I’ll prove to you just how much you mean to me.” His voice was a quiet whisper as he kissed you once again, your hands quickly kissing him back as he continued to press you against the door. Hands roaming your body as he brought comfort and love to every part of you.

His lips left your own as he kissed down your neck, hands moving to your thighs to bring you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Watching how you arched your neck for him, as he bit and sucked at your neck wary to not harm your arm as he walked towards his room.

Pushing you in as he threw you onto the bed, taking his shirt off as his arms moved to the side of your body. A predator ready to hunt down his prey, his hand went under your chin making you look up at him as he spoke, “I’m going to make you call me yours by the end of the night, sweetheart, make that pretty cunt drip with me in you.”

He smoothed your hair before moving his hands to your side, watching you nod at his actions. His fingers moving your shirt above your head. Even if you had been exposed to him previously, it felt a lot more intimate now, his hungry eyes wanting to encase every essence of you. “So pretty.” He mumbled as he unhooked your bra letting your tits perk up to the exposed air.

He watched how your face became flushed, as his hands roamed across his chest and stomach, leaving soft kisses down your body as your fingers outlined his tattoos. “Sir…I want you,” your whine made Sukuna look up, his mouth had salivated your nipples as a trail of spit led from his bottom lip to your hard nipple.

“Keep begging,” his words were harsh as he went back to sucking on your nipples, a need for his hardened cock to divulge right into your wet slick filled cunt made you frustrated.

“Pleas…sir,” you moaned as he bit at your nipple, watching how you arch your back into his skin, “I need you.”

“Stupid slut, can’t live without my cock, right?” He swirled his tongue against your nipple as his hands had moved your jeans down, eyes fixated on the way your pretty cunt had been covered.

“I can…’t.” Your whines filled his apartment as he moved his mouth across your stomach, feeling how your hands had moved into his hair, tugging at the strands to go lower. His teeth gripped the fabric as he pulled it down instantly seeing the slick having dampened your underwear. He pulled it away, chucking it onto his desk as his mouth instantly met your clit, spreading your legs to beside his body.

Licking and sucking at the folds that divulged into your cunt, your moans filled the room as one of his hands began kneading at your breasts, mouth covered in slick. “Mo…more.”

He listened to your babbling whines, moving his tongue right into your cunt, his other hands moving to your clit as he rubbed circles with his thumb. You arched your back as soon as you felt his tongue glide through your warm cunt, he could taste the coating of slick run down his tongue mixing with his saliva. It wasn’t common for Sukuna to go down on girls, he knew most of his one-night stands had been ones of getting sucked off and then fucking them. He couldn’t tell you the last time he had gone down on a girl, but the way you gripped at his hair, pushed him further. He knew you would be the only girl he’d ever go down on, with your swollen clit and folds that were encased in slick.

How could he not resist?

His tongue continued to lap inside your cunt, your moans for his tongue to go deeper as the bridge of his nose touched his fingers, he moved his slick covered fingers across your nipples before sticking his fingers right into your warm mouth. You easily took the two fingers sucking and wrapping your tongue around them. Sukuna knew why he was eating you out, he wanted you to feel pleasure, he wanted you to know you had his undivided attention, that he was the only man to make you feel good.

You felt a knot in your stomach already feeling cum start to gush down right into his mouth, he could sense it as his tongue movement became faster, rougher even, your moaning making his ever-growing cock become painfully hard. “Cum in my mouth.” He mumbled through his licks, on command white gushed from your cunt as he mouth was coated in a wet white liquid.

He looked up at you as his mouth remained near your cunt, his fingers moved from mouth as he licked his lips wiping the rest of the cum on his arm as he watched your dazed expression. He moved up, kneeling between your spread legs as he moved down to capture your lips, you could taste yourself on his mouth, his mouth sucking at your tongue as he moved his mouth down your neck. Giving a long lick across your jaw and down to your collarbone, “want me to stuff you now baby, make you full.”

“Ye…yes sir.” He couldn’t help but admire your expression, the way your eyes were eager as your hands moved to his joggers, already seeing his hard cunt ready for you. Mouth watering as he pulled his joggers away, his muscled thighs that could crush you in an instant between your dripping cunt as his bulge was more evident.

He couldn’t help but stop and stare as he took his boxers off, seeing how pretty you looked with the dishevelled her and look of admiration. The girl he had spilt coffee on was underneath him, begging to be filled with his cock. He couldn’t help but feel cock as his cock was in his hands, pumping his hand lazily around it before moving it across your clit and slick. “Please…put it in me.”

He smirked at your whines before aligning his cock right into your core, he brought both your legs up between his arms and chest as he stayed between your spread legs. “You want to be my good girl.”

“Ye…yes I’ll be your good girl,” at the sound of this his cock instantly pushed into your cunt, “Agh S…ir.”

Your breathing had become heavy as he groaned at the feeling of your cunt, “so tight, pretty girl.”

His hands had moved onto the bed as he encased your face, each thrust making you moan, your hands on his back, scratching against his many tattoos as he brought his face closer to your own. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

His words hit you as you looked into his eyes, love pooling from them as you kissed him slowly, each thrust becoming softer and slower as he kept a steady rhythm as you finally spoke the words he had needed to hear. “I…like you Sukuna.”

“Ryo, call me Ryo.” He whispered as he kissed your jaw, each thrust making you whine into his ear as something in your heart felt full at his allowance to let you call him a name he had been adamant against, he continued with more comforting words of, “you’re everything to me.”

His words were comforting, he would never understand why he had been such a cunt to you at the beginning. But being deep inside of you, the trust you had for him as both your foreheads touched, his eyes flashing with love against your own. It must have been fate that brought you both together on that windy night, he didn’t know what else it could be.

The full moon shone through the window, each thrust sending you a shock of love and comfort as he could feel how your legs twitched beside his own. He kissed you one last time feeling your second orgasm come through as he sloppily continued to fuck you, he saw how tears welled up in your eyes. He wiped them with his hand kissing your cheek as your hands remained around his body as he rode his own orgasm out. Your cunt stuffed and filled with his cum as he kept his cock inside of you, looking into your eyes, head resting against your chest. As he heard your heavy breathing one of your hands moving to caress his pink hair as you both stayed like this.

He would never know how this moment occurred, but he did know that the prettiest most annoying girl he had ever met was underneath him and he finally understood what paradise really was like.

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