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deleteddewewted · 9 months

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How To Not Welcome The New Years (MHA)

(MHA Edition x Gn! Reader)

MDNI

W: Everyone is Aged Up (18+), Cheating, Angst, Hurt/Injured, No One Is a Good Person Including the Reader, (C: Bakugou, Shinso, Monoma, Kirishima, Aizawa, and Hawks)

Bakugou

He was always too busy for the smallest of things.

He was too busy to set up a date night.

He was always too busy.

He had no problem doing the interviews he hated but he had an issue if you asked him to go to bed with you if you wanted some affection.

Your relationship was wilting away right under him and he seemed to not care.

You checked out of it already. You were ready for him to end things soon since he didn't bother to get you a present for Christmas and he didn't even come home for the holiday either.

He didn't even bother to open them once he got home and instead went to his office to finish up some reports.

You thought that maybe he would try to put in an effort for New Year's.

His agency always hosts a party for the sidekicks and you, delusionally, thought he would take you.

He left you behind at home to greet the new year.

You called him.

He surprised you when he picked up. In the background, you could hear his friends talking.

Maybe once upon a time, it would hurt that he was prioritizing his friends but you were numb. It no longer mattered.

"What do you need Y/n?" He was annoyed. Maybe it was at you. Maybe it was because of how loud his friends were being. Kirishima could be heard in the background talking about some trip he had planned for after New Year's.

You dont remember the last time he ever took you on a vacation.

"I'm breaking up with you. I'll be out by tonight." You're to the point. There was no reason for you to prolong it.

He fell out of love and you were done with being in love with someone who didn't see you as worth spending his time on.

"W-what?! What are you talking about?"

"Bye Bakugou." You ended the call and began packing.

Your phone kept ringing as you packet. You turned it off after the 5th call.

You had an apartment already. You had it just in case you ended the relationship earlier.

You welcomed the new year alone and walking down the busy and joy-filled streets of Japan, bags in hand and phone turned off.

Shinso

He was so sweet when you both started dating.

He was attentive and patient with you. Never did he raise his voice even when you were in the wrong.

He coddled you and that was something you didn't mind too much as your relationship progressed.

It felt nice to be wanted and to be looked after but it began to change as you both got older and entered your respective careers.

He started snapping at you.

He was angry. He reminded you of Bakugou but he lacked the ego.

The once loving and comforting Shinso was now a brut who came home to get upset with you.

He yelled, he cried. He was frustrated beyond belief. He repeated as much to you.

"You wouldn't understand just how hard my job is." doesn't matter if you worked the same job or not, he always made you feel like you were not as hard-working or as overworked as him.

For the holidays he didn't bother to put on a happy face when you visited your family. He started arguing that you should have gone to his family for the holidays.

For New Years you had hoped he would've appreciated the reservation you made at his favorite restaurant.

You dressed up and made sure to make yourself look and feel good. You liked having an excuse to dress up, try something new, and see what might make him happy.

You both agreed to meet at the restaurant since he was out working.

And when you got there he was in his hero uniform instead of the suit he had said he was going to change into at the agency he worked at.

He was sweaty and dirty, and his hair had stuck to his forehead.

"Shinso, you said that-" You were cut off as he slammed his hand against the table, the drinks that had been set spilling onto the table and onto the floor.

"For fuck sake, Y/n. I just got off of work. Can I please relax?" He snapped at you.

You started the New Year crying. He kept muttering to himself about how upsetting it was that he couldn't eat in peace.

Monoma

He was gentlemanly with you. Always opening the door for you, taking his jacket/hoodie/coat off so you could wear it even if it means that he'd be cold.

He was always attentive even if he was self-centered at times.

As he entered his career he was bombarded with work all at once. He never had a moment for you and when he got home he would say he was tired.

You thought that maybe for the Holidays he would get a break but that wasn’t the case. He was working late, barely answering his phone and sleeping at the agency just so he could finish paperwork.

He told you that he would take you to the agency’s New Year’s party.

You were enjoying the music and the drinks, speaking to his friends and your friends when you realized he wasn’t by your side anymore.

You looked for him and in a hallway you found him kissing with someone who you knew to be a sidekick.

“Monoma” You didn’t know what to say or do. He jumped and pushed the sidekick away before trying to get close to you.

“Y/n! W-Wait! Let me explain. This is all a big misunderstanding!” He tried explaining but you were already walking away. He went back to the party and couldn’t find you anywhere.

No one knew where you were and he couldn’t get a hold of you. He started panicking thinking that you might have gotten hurt or worse.

Kirishima

Kirishima didn’t know when to quit and that was the reason why you loved him so much.

He was always trying to push himself to do things that he might fear for the sake of someone else.

He was scared to ask you out and when he managed to get the word with he couldn’t help let out a cheer when you accepted to date him.

Once he started his pro-hero career it took a lot out of him. Physically and mentally.

He was constantly getting injured and every time you had come to the hospital not knowing how or why he got hurt.

There were times when he nearly died and it left you distraught. You never knew when it would be the last time you’d see him.

And he refused to tell you what he was doing or how hurt he was.

New Year's was no different.

He was hurt and bleeding out after fighting a villain. He was rushed to the hospital and when you arrived to check up on him he snapped at you when you began asking him what happened.

You had spent so long telling him that you wanted him to stop taking so many risks. His health and life were on the line and he truly didn’t need to be making brash decisions.

"Y/n, if I don't do this who will?" He was frustrated and you understood that but you also dreaded someday not having the chance to see him again.

"Eijiro, please-"

"Y/n, stop. Just please stop." He doesn't want to hear you complain and he asks you to leave.

He hears the fireworks outside his hospital room.

Aizawa

He's always stressed out and that's how you met him.

He was feeding strays on his patrol and he saw you doing the same.

You started dating and it didn't bother you at all that he was absent often since he worked at UA and as an underground hero.

He made an effort to be there for the holidays but even if he couldn't be there he would make sure to tell you in advance.

The only issue with this was that he prioritized work and solitude more than being around people.

You could understand that he wanted to have his breaks in peace but it also meant that he would push you away.

It started bothering you after a while. You told him that you'd like to spend more time with him and he agreed that he could try but nothing changed.

UA decided to host a New Year's party for the teachers and students.

Aizawa went, not bothering to tell you, and when you tried getting a hold of him he didn't answer his phone.

You got into an argument when he came back.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to the party? I could have joined you." You felt hurt.

"I only went to keep the peace. Hizashi made me go."

"And you could have brought me so I could meet your coworkers."

"Stop it. Im tired and want to sleep, Y/n." He cut you off.

He went to bed leaving you to sleep on the couch as you watched the news broadcasters celebrate the new year.

Hawks

He played the role of an attentive boyfriend well.

He felt something for you, he knew it was something positive but he didn't know if he could define it as love.

He was always good at pretending so it didn't hurt to try and be your boyfriend.

It was a new relationship and he liked the affection he got from you. it was nice.

He felt appreciated in a way he hadn't been before.

Your touch, your kisses, your hugs. It was warm and inviting.

It all came crashing during the New Year party the hero commissioned hosted for all ranked heroes.

He was getting pictures with fans, talking with possible investors for his agency, talking with heroes, and all while ignoring you.

You understood he had his priorities on his agency but ever since you two started dating, it felt like he wasn't really invested in the relationship. Like something was missing from it.

When the countdown began, you tried getting him to join you out on the balcony. You wanted to greet the new year with him but he wouldn't budge.

"Give me a second." He said before making his way over to Endeavor and Jeanist.

The clock hit midnight and everyone cheered as they congratulated each other.

Hawks didn't go back to you at all. You left the party without telling him anything and just went back to your apartment.

He didn't notice you were gone until they started clearing the space and the cleaning crew started cleaning up.

He looked for you and when he couldn't find you he tried calling.

You never answer him and so he left to search for you before leaving you a last text and heading home.

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yeeterthek33per · 1 year

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Misplaced Toddlers and Mayhem (Katrina Gorry x reader)

A/n: I wrote this while I was drunk, so if theres any mistakes or something, and it doesn't add up... Y'all can blame the boxed LIIT 😂

Part two

Summary: Harper takes a walk, Kyra and Charli are in shit unless they find her, Mini has a heart attack, and you make a new friend... or two.

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"Harps?"

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"Harper?"

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"Shit."

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Honestly, you hadn't even expected to be out today, and now you're being forced to go out Christmas shopping and one of the places you were being forced to go to was basically a wild child haven.

Kids just about terrified you. You avoided them like the plague. One bad run-in was enough for a lifetime for you. One toddler shoving their dirty little mits into your face, leaving you coming down with a nasty lung infection, was enough for you.

They were grotty, and whiny and just not your crowd.

You used to love them. After that experience, though, you felt a little more enlightened, so you left the crotch goblins to their parents at all costs.

However, your sister was insistent you get something for your nieces. She doesn't understand why you can't stand being around them now. She knows what happened but thinks you're being ridiculous, and when you're relying on her to keep you housed for the time being, you had to play nice.

As much as you loved your nieces, you loved them from a much larger distance than your sister liked.

So you had to deal with holidays and birthdays. Meaning you were stuck doing toy shopping. In the local toy store. Where kids are allowed to run rampant, occasionally bumping into you, making you wince, and very occasionally, you receive an apologetic look from weary parents.

As you're walking down the sports aisle, with your nieces having taken a liking to soccer, you end up shopping for a couple mini balls and some cones, and what looks to be a training goal.

You aren't sure since you dont follow it majorly, but it'll do. Despite your own weariness, you knew they loved you and anything you gave them. You had to hand it to Ashley. She'd raised some otherwise pretty decent kids.

As you're browsing around for some pink cones, knowing little Emily liked the colour pink, you spot a little girl just standing there. It wouldn't be a surprise to you, considering kids are typically allowed to run rampant. But the little thing looked about two years old, if that.

What kind of parent let's their two year old go off on her own?

The moment she spots you, it's like she knows you. You had never seen this child before. She runs up to you, making grabby hands.

At first, you think she's aiming for the pink cones in your hand, but the moment you even offer them to her, she bats it away and continues making grabby hands at you.

"I- Hi kiddo? What's up, huh? Where's your mum? Or dad?"

"Wibbons, wasso"

And then it clicks. She wants your hair ribbon, though you don't register the second part. So, in an effort to keep the child calm (at bay), you pull your hair down and offer it to her. She quickly begins to play with it before trying to kind of half attach it to her own head.

It makes you laugh a little.

"Hewp me pwease"

It honestly kind of makes your heart melt a little. She seems like a nice kid. She's not really dirty as such. But you never know.

"You want them in your hair, huh?"

She nods eagerly. You sigh, knowing you're stuck now.

"Okay, turn around for me, I'll put them in, but you gotta stay very still for me."

"Okay!"

To her credit, for a two year old, she does stay very still. You carefully use the ribbon to create a mini bun with a bow and she's vibrating with excitement when you're done.

"Yayyy, tank yoou."

Well, at least she has manners.

"Wow, you look so pretty. What's your name?"

"Ha- Hart- Harp-..."

She seems to be struggling a little, and it kind of makes you giggle softly.

"Harpa!"

"Harper?"

She nods, giggling slightly.

"Alright, Harper. Can you tell me where Mum is?"

The little blonde looks confused for a second. Shakes her head at you and points off to the outside of the shop.

"Cha cha."

It makes no sense, and honestly, what did you expect from a two year old?

So you do what any responsible adult would do here, and ask the lady up the front to check the cameras to see if she'd come in with anyone.

Of course, no dice. She's visible walking into the store completely alone.

"Oh boy."

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"You fucking lost my daughter?! Charlotte Grant, what the fuck were you thinking?!"

Charlie glares at Kyra, who is snickering lightly as Katrina rips her a new one. Though Katrina whips around to her now too.

"Oi, what's so funny? You were supposed to be watching her too!"

Kyra gulps lightly.

"I was watching her! I went to go get ice cream for us all and told Charlie to stay with her!"

"Rubbish! I told you to stay with her while I went and got her some more chips. That kid eats like you do sometimes, I swear."

"What a load of bull!"

"Is not!"

"Will you two knock it off!"

Katrina is quick to shut the two bickering, totally adult women up. They both shut their mouths simultaneously and look to the shorter, much more terrifying woman.

"Where is she?"

"We don't know, we both came back, and she was just..gone!"

The older woman feels like she's about to have a heart attack. She starts running through different possible scenarios in her head.

"Is it possible that she could have wandered off? Maybe she went to go find that toy store we passed on the way?"

"Fine, we'll go check, but the moment she's not there, we're calling the police."

Both of the kids nod at Katrina and quickly take off running toward the area where the shop was.

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"Where Cha Cha? I wan ice keem now"

"Who's cha cha, Harper?"

"Cha cha sissy."

Okay, so, 'Cha cha' is her sister. That's a start. She's already had you kicking a ball around with her, and now she's demanding ice cream. So you duck outside to the ice cream truck quickly for a small cone, hoping to god she's not dairy intolerant or something.

She happily munches on the cone while you contemplate what to do. You could call the police. You probably should call the police. That is until she suddenly up on her feet, pointing erratically at a very frantic looking blonde and brunette, followed by a pissed but frantic looking shorter brunette.

"Cha Cha! Cha Cha, Mummy! Kywa!"

You're relieved. But now also mad. You were about to give this person a piece of your mind. It is so dangerous leaving kids on their own like that.

"Oh, Harper baby! thank god."

"Mummy, I made new fwend!"

The shorter looking woman looks up at you and the words you were going to say just kind of stop in your throat.

"You did, huh? Well, you gotta thank her for getting you that cone, then."

The kid looks up at you with a cheesy grin.

"Tank you y/nn"

The Mum turns to look at the other two, who are now looking at the ground, shuffling awkwardly.

"And you two! Apologise to this poor woman right now. You couldn't watch Harper for two seconds on your own, seriously! You're 21 years old! The pair of you!"

"Sorry!"

"We are really sorry."

You smile a little.

"Honestly, it's not a problem at all. She had us all a little worried when she walked in on her own. But she was really good, no trouble at all, honestly... well... aside from the glaringly obvious."

Seriously? Stick to your guns, you said. You're pissed, you said. Yeah, right. She is pretty hot, though...

Seriously..?

"Honestly, though, thank you so much for looking after Harper, I know she can be a little much for some, especially considering it looks like she's raided your hair ribbons too."

You chuckle a little shaking your head.

"Not at all, honestly. She was a little demanding, but she's definitely well mannered, and she was pretty relaxed the whole time. All I got from her, though, was 'Cha Cha', 'Ribbons' and 'Wasso'... I wasn't really sure what to make of that too much. I assume one of you is Kyra, though."

The shorter woman nods slightly, pointing to the brunette behind her. She waves a little. "I'm Kyra, this one is Charlie, or as we affectionately call her, 'Cha Cha'. I just call her Idiot though."

"Hey!"

The two of them start bickering, and eventually, Charlie has Kyra in a headlock. The woman in front of you facepalms and shakes her head at the two of them.

"I'm so sorry, just ignore those two. You'd think they were 5 and not 21 year old adults. I'm Katrina, Harper is my actual child. These two just forcefully adopted themselves to me."

At that, both of them stop for a second. Kyra speaks, "Hey! You still love me like your own!"

"Excuse me! She loves me more than you." And they're back to wrestling.

At this point, you're trying to stifle a laugh behind your hand. You look down towards the little blonde girl, who is now on her feet, looking at the two of them, the cone she had now fully eaten but completely covering her face and hands.

Katrina looks down at her as well.

"Oh my goodness, Harper. How do you do this every time?"

The little girl giggles as her mother crouches down to wipe her face with the napkin that had been around the cone, but you notice it's kind of already messy, so you grab some of the sanitiser wipes you usually keep on you and offer them to her.

She has a grateful look in her eyes as she accepts them from you.

"Oh my god, thank you, honestly, I swear I normally keep this kind of stuff on me but I kind of just dumped everything in the car when I got the phone call saying she was missing."

"It's all good. I'm happy to help."

She smiles gratefully at you.

When she's done, she picks Harper up to keep her still and in eye sight, but the toddler has other ideas and reaches for you instead making grabby hands, wanting into your arms instead.

Katrina goes to protest, but you reassure her and take Harper into your grasp, the little girl quickly latching onto you and starts playing with your necklace.

"I swear, I've never seen her like this before. She's usually pretty shy around strangers or any of my friends that she doesn't spend a lot of time with."

"Really?" You ask, surprised. The girl had been so friendly with you. Why you?

"Really. I've never seen her like this."

You look down at her, smiling softly. You poke her hand a little.

"Guess I have a new friend."

What has gotten into you. You thought you were supposed to be terrified of kids. What's different about this one?

"Guess so." You meet Katrina's gaze, and she suddenly looks down at the ground before she turns to look at the other two, and you think you see a hint of a small blush rising to her cheeks.

Must be imagining things.

"Hey, you two! Stop fighting. Can you go back to the car and get Harper's bag, please? I'llmeet you both where we were sitting"

Kyra quickly let's go of Charlie, and they both nod and take off towards the carpark. You watch as Charlie shoves Kyra a little on the way, and you snort slightly.

"Hey.. I was wondering if you wanted to come and get something to eat with us. If you have time, of course, I wouldn't wanna take any more time from your day."

"Honestly, I'd take anything to get away from christmas shopping, but if I come home with nothing for my nieces, my sister might actually kick me out." You say jokingly, rubbing at your neck.

"Oh! Of course! We better let you get going then." She looks a little disappointed at first but quickly covers it with a smile. She just kind of stands there.

"Yes.. yep.." You hesitate for a second, and then you slowly gesture at the happily occupied Harper in your arms.

"Right! Sorry, yep, taking her now."

It's adorable and makes you grin a little, leaving a warmth to fill your chest. Though you're a little sad that you don't get to spend more time with them.

Harper tries to cling to you as you hand her over, but she sulkily climbs back into Katrina's arms once she realizes you aren't staying.

She buries her head into her mum's neck when she's situated. It makes your heart melt a little, already a little attached to her.

"Nice meeting you all." You smile and turn to leave back into the toy store to continue shopping.

Katrina pauses for a minute before leaving with Harper. She feels weird. Like she doesn't really want to let you leave. Sure, you were attractive, and Harper clearly loved you already, but this was just a really lucky situation, and you were technically a stranger to her.

She gets back to where they were sitting and sets Harper down beside Charlie and sits next to them.

"Hey, you okay Min'?"

She looks at the blonde confused.

"I mean aside from the heart attack you gave me, fine, why?"

Charlie, at least, has the decency to look a little guilty at that.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I promise we'll look after her better. But not what I meant. You look a little.. I don't know... disappointed? Not mum disappointed, more like sad disappointed."

Katrina steels her features at that.

"What? No.. I'm fine. I'm a little disappointed for Harper, if anything. I've never seen her so quickly attached to someone like that."

"Yeah, I thought it was weird that she let someone near her, actually."

"Right? She's always been wary of everyone. She double took me when she was born even."

Charlie chuckles a little at that.

"Sounds about right for her, seriously though, I don't think it's just Harper on this one."

Katrina raises a brow.

"She's pretty hot, she looks about 28ish, definitely your type."

"If she's so hot, why don't you date her?"

"Because one, I'm happily single and two because she was clearly eyeing you up."

"Yeah, because I was looking for my kid, who was practically clinging to her."

"But even after that, Mini, you know we do pay attention. She clearly had the hots for you."

It's Kyra that interjects now.

"Seriously, you two, what is it with you and interceding my love life?"

Charlie grabs her by the face and turns the now suddenly defensive Katrina's head towards her.

"Because we love you, and we want to see you happy, and we want what's best for Harper and what makes her happy. We can see you were clearly attracted to her. Now, if you don't go back to that store to try and find her and get her number, I will do it for you."

She goes to protest but again she's shushed by the blonde.

"I promise we'll watch Harper with our lives. Now please go find her."

Katrina's hesitant, but she blows out a breath, and she receives a tap to the butt as she turns to go back to the shop. She glares back at Charlie, but she's already preoccupied, making her daughter laugh as she tickles her.

They were right. It's always been her and Harper. Even with the whole team and sisters like Kyra and Charlie, it felt like it's always been her and Harper against the world. That's always felt like enough, but even then, she knew something had always felt a little disconnected.

Now wasn't the time to delve into stuff like that, though. She jogs back towards the store and sees you leaving the store right as she gets to the path leading up to it... with a trolley full of... soccer gear?

She shakes away the thought for a moment and jogs up to you. "Hey!..." and she realises then that she never even got your name.

You look up at her, tilting your head in confusion but smile nonetheless.

"Hey you, I thought you'd left already. D-Did you need something?"

She's a little out of breath from the impromptu jog. To be fair, it is her off day.

"Hey..sorry to bother you like this, but I honestly couldn't leave without at least asking first."

"Is everything okay?"

"Of course, yes, everything's great, Harper is with the other two. They promised they'd keep an eye on her this time. It's just that... I've had a bit of a think and..."

You're patient while she speaks, and the curl of your lips as you listen has her heart racing a little.

"Would you want to, maybe, go out sometime?"

That catches you off guard. You weren't expecting that one. You blink in surprise at her.

"Like just the two of us?"

She nods, a little shyly.

You bite your lower lip to suppress a bigger grin than you want to let out.

"Of course, I'd love that."

"You don't have to if you dont want to though, honestly I understand if you're taken or- wait, yes?"

You stifle a little laugh and nod at her. Yeah, she's definitely cute.

"Yes, Katrina, I would love to go on a date with you."

She grins widely.

You offer your phone to her, the contact section open with a new contact.

"Add your number, and I'll shoot you a message?"

She agrees quickly and types her number in and gives you your phone back.

She gestures back to the trolley beside you. "Soccer fans?"

"Their mothers are. The girls are taking after them pretty quickly, though."

That's when she spots the pendant on your necklace, a little soccer ball. Was that why Harper was quick to go to you?

She smiles and nods, understanding, before looking at her watch. "Shoot, I have to go. The girls are probably worried I got kidnapped or something."

You let out a soft laugh and wave her goodbye as you walk to your car to load the stuff back into it.

You save her contact as "Cutie 💖" and shoot her a message when you get back to your sister's place.

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Katrina is just getting into her house when her phone pings in her pocket.

"Date on sunday night? The name's Y/n, btw 😉"

She's smiling a little too hard at her phone, and it doesn't take long for Kyra and Charlie to pick up on it.

"Who's that you're messaging, Min?"

She shakes her head.

"Nobody of your concern."

Kyra gasps in excitement. "It's that girl, isn't it?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

She's glad she's got the night off for sunday now, though.

"Anyway, any chance you two can watch Harper sunday night?"

The pair look at each other, exchanging looks with cheeky grins before nodding.

Katrina's watching them warily, but then they both suddenly squeal and tackle the midfielder to the ground in excitement.

"We're so proud of you! You're going on a date!"

"Who said it was a date?" She gasps from under them both, having the air knocked from her after hitting the floor boards.

"Puhlease, that look in your eye told us everything we needed to know."

"Ugh, get off me, I technically haven't even said 'Yes' yet."

"Well hurry up and do that!"

"You have to get off me for me to do that!"

Shes practically dragged to her feet and handed her phone, the two girls looking at her with sparkling grins and giddy looks in their eyes.

She types in a quick message and sends it to you.

'Hey! I'm really sorry about not asking, I can be a bit of an asshole when I'm not paying attention. 😅 but yes, definitely. Sunday sounds perfect 😊'

Her phone pings straight away, it makes her grin just that bit more.

"It's all good. You had three kids on your hands 😉 I probably would have done the same thing. 6pm sound good?"

Charlie whines pouting. Katrina hadn't even realised they were now reading over her shoulder.

"Aw man, and to think I liked her already."

"Oi! Sticky beaks, knock it off. Go get Harper cleaned up. Or something."

They both groan and take Harper to go get washed up and changed.

'6pm is good. See you then 😉'

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Let me know if y'all want part two for this.

#katrina gorry x reader #woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #katrina gorry imagine #katrina gorry imagines

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sunflowerrosewood · 3 months

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Mistletoe Confessions ~ Alastor

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings: none. This would be as if Christmas was celebrated down at the Hazbin Hotel.

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It was Christmas time at Hazbin Hotel. Charlie wanted to celebrate like the humans do and set the entire place up with decorations. Vaggie was resistant like usual but she agreed anyways. Angel Dust actually set up the lobby along with Niffty.

You were a resident at the hotel. You actually became friends with Charlie and Vaggie. And Niffty also enjoyed your company. The one you really didn't understand was Alastor. He wasn't the kindest and also not the vilest either. He always seemed to be around you but he usually didn't say much but to Charlie to keep you busy.

You thought he was attractive and sweet to you. Even if he does seem to avoid you. Alastor always played your favorite music and would watch you from afar.

Niffty, on the other hand, knew why Alastor "ignored" you. He actually began to fall for you. He knew you were just a resident passing by so he didn't know how long he would keep your pretty face around. You had lived here for a year by now. But you were so sweet and shy with everyone but knew how to keep unwanted demons away.

You had talked to Charlie, Vaggie, and Niffty about staying here. And as long as you helped around the hotel, you could stay. So Niffty wanted to set something up to force Alastor to confess to you.

As the Christmas party began, you were dancing to a jazzy Christmas tune with Niffty. You wore a beautiful red sequin dress with some heels. She spun you around the floor and Angel came up to dance. He grabbed your hand and began to dance around the floor.

You did not see Alastor growling while his shadow was pouting behind him. His shadow kept ushering him to ask you out to dance but Alastor's jealousy kept him away. Angel saw Alastor growling to the side. So he kept you busy.

Niffty saw Alastor off to the side and knew her plane was in motion. She winked at Angel who spun you quickly.

"Let's go Y/n." Angel said as he brought you in the dance.

You twirled and tripped into Alastor's arms. Both of you were blushing. Angel began to snicker and ran away.

"Darling are you okay?" Alastor asked.

"I'm alright. Thank you Alastor." You said blushing as Niffty chuckled.

"Hey Alastor! Look up!" Niffty yelled out.

Both of you looked up to the ceiling. You saw the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling and so did Alastor. You blushed and looked away from Alastor.

"W-well lookie there." Alastor stuttered out.

"We don't have to." You said as you tried to break out of his arms but Alastor's arms tightened.

"I need to confess something." Alastor murmured as you heard Niffty squeal.

"What is it?" You asked as Alastor touched your cheek.

"I have fallen for you Y/n. I did not mean to because I know you do not plan to stay for long but I have fallen for you." Alastor said as he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips.

Surprisingly, the kiss was soft and tender. His cool hands still held your face. You kissed back and tangled your fingers in his hair. You both broke away from the kiss and panting. Charlie, Niffty, and Angel began to applaude and cheer.

"I should admit a couple of things. I have fallen for you as well. Also, I dont plan to leave any time soon. Charlie is letting me stay here." You said as the radio signal screeched. "Al?"

Alastor picked you up and hugged you. He began to twirl and pepper kisses down your neck. You laughed as Alastor stopped spinning. His smile seemed brighter that night. And at the end of the night, it seemed to continue to get brighter.

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incorrect-riordanverse · 1 year

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finally reading tsats here are my live thoughts (spoilers, obviously):

i’m so excited because some pages are darkly decorated and its so cool. still don’t vibe with the title though (the sun IS a star and its peeving me)

why are we talking about dating darth vader 😟 where are we rn (anakin is a yes, but DARTH VADER???)

maybe i’m too old but the jokes are not funny 😭

“this whole place feels like my soul. empty and dark. dark as the pit of the underworld.” <- i don’t care if he’s joking nico would never say thissss 🙏😭 we’re only 10 pages in but please stop butchering my fav character he’s not himselffff i am cringing so bad

i know i’m being dramatic but if they do nico dirty in this book i’m going to end it all

oh my god i don’t think i’ve thought about the words “significant annoyance” in so long. bringing back good memories for sure.

i can tell which parts were written by riordan and which parts were written by oshiro. i don’t think their voices are blending very well together…

also, maybe it’s because it’s the start of the book and they’re trying to familiarise new readers quickly with the characters but it feels like they’re making nico the caricature of ‘emo and shadow and ebony darkness dementia raven way 🥀⛓️🖤’ and will the caricature of ‘happy and sunshine and blonde and flower gleam and glow ☀️🌈🫧’ and i usually like this dynamic when it’s not blatantly pointed out every other page. i have faith they’ll show more complexity than this later on though. future yan will let me know by the end. (future yan here, im not at the end but the characterisation def does get more complex thank gods)

oh ok so it is bob the titan

since when was nico’s actual name niccolo??? how did i forget this detail??

“you have to listen if not you’ll share my fate.” “ominous much?” <- ok he’s finally himself again guys it’s all good

the one-sided beef nico has with percy will never not be funny

“cookie monster appeared over the mouth of the jar, reached inside and gobbled up nico like the chocolate-chip cookie he was.” <- nevermind i’ve gone back to hating this book again

“what was one straight boy when you spent your whole life longing for the impossible?” <- i’m reminded of that time a few years back where everyone made ‘having an unrequited crush on percy’ nico’s whole fanon personality, so i’m glad they addressed this somewhat. this boy has been through so much and people really thought crushing on percy was the biggest thing to focus on about ‘nico angst.’

“we made a mistake. you have to fix it.” <- call me a red flag but if i was nico i would do anything and everything to not go. i would medicate myself so highly on sleeping pills that i can’t dream (doctor bf can go kick rocks). i would track percy and annabeth down and haul their asses into tartarus instead to do it. and if i had to go i would only go in to kill bob myself for sending me those traumatic ass nightmares. no thx. bro willingly jumped in himself and now wants me to save him. nuh uh.

not cupid being will 😭 its like his aphrodite 😭 i am not well.

they always have a really good and emotionally moving scene and they ruin it with a dumb joke. let it be heavy 👏👏

something’s really fishy and i have a feeling that it might not be bob calling for him

if this whole “grumpy ball of darkness” thing continues i will actually lose it

you can’t tell me the percabeth pep talk was actually needed. i will forgive it because i miss them though

im sensing tension in the gap between nico’s connection to the underworld and his relationship with will and i’m here for ittttt. give me the dramaaa

who is the gorgyra girl and why is she in their business sm?

oh shit a will solace pov??? christmas came early 🙏

nevermind that whole nightmare sequence was so fucked up 😭😭

somebody HELP HIM i never thought we would get will angst (nico angst fs, but will???)

DONT JUMP IN THE STYX PLEASE

SOMEBODY TELL HIM HE’S HELPFUL OMG

nico strangling epiales in his sleep is so fucking cool he’s literally HIM he’s literally THAT GUY

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imaginecolby · 9 months

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Friends with Benefits || Part Two - The Surprise

in the weeks leading up to christmas, you and colby spent a significant amount of time together. but following the holidays, as you both started to get busy again. with the two of you back at work and dealing with your separate adult lives, the nights you spent together became few and far between. you’d spent new year’s and his birthday together, and you made sure to treat him nicely. it unfortunately became radio silence following that.

"i just miss him. it's been two weeks since his birthday, and the last time we were with each other." you sighed to your friend. they were the only one who knew about your situation with colby, and the only person you could confide in.

"you guys really haven't spoken in two weeks?" they asked.

"we've spoken, and we have seen each other, but not like we used to. i mean, we’re friends first, and have been for years. before we started hooking up, we saw each other regularly. now it’s like, a single text every other day, and a quick hi and bye when we actually do see each other.” you sighed. “and it's been two weeks since we've had sex. i think that's the longest we've gone without it since we started hooking up.”

"i dont want to be asking the obvious here, but have you tried telling him you need him?" they asked, and you just nodded.

"maybe he's finally over it, and i just have to move on." you sighed.

later that evening, as you were trying to decide on dinner, nothing seemed appetizing to you. you eventually decided on take out, ordering something from the sandwich shop down the street. when it was delivered, your appetite faded, and the idea of eating was completely out of your mind.

the smell of your food was nauseating, but you figured it was just because you were that hungry. you unpacked your food and sat down to eat. you felt a bit better after you ate some of your sandwich, but that unfortunately didn't last. you ran to the bathroom, feeling like you were going to throw up. although, nothing came up.

you searched around your medicine cabinet for something to settle your stomach. you scoured and cleared out your cabinets and didn’t find anything that you could take. although, you did find something else that could explain your stomach ache.

"oh fuck." you said aloud, your birth control pills in your hand. you looked down at them, realizing you’d forgotten to take your last one. "fuck, fuck, fuck."

here came the vomit.

after you finished throwing up, you sat on the floor with a million thoughts racing through your mind.

is this for real? what am i gonna do? what is colby gonna say? how could i have let this happen?

you took some time to collect your thoughts and finally found the strength to get up from the floor. you gathered your thinks to head to the drugstore to get some tums and buy a pregnancy test. just as you opened the door to leave, there was colby standing with his hand up, about to knock.

"oh! what are you doing here?" you asked out of breath, heart dropping to your stomach.

"i missed you. i'm sorry i’ve been less talkative than usual. sam and i had a lot of planning for these upcoming trips, and catching up on work since the holiday."

"no worries! i'm glad youre okay. i missed you too." you said with a small smile.

"your voice sounds raspy, are you okay?"

"i've got a bit of an upset stomach, and threw up a little bit. i was just gonna run to the drugstore and get some tums."

"okay then, let's go." colby said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. your heart fell deeper into your stomach, but you knew better than to try and convince him to let you go on your own.

the walk down to the drugstore was awkward, as you and colby made small conversation. you didn't want to tell him anything, especially since you weren't sure if there was going to be anything to tell.

you walked up and down the aisles of the drugstore, and you grabbed your tums and another anti nausea medicine. you stood at the end of the family planning aisle, shoes suddenly feeling like they were full of cement. the words on the sign taunted you, unsettling your stomach and making you want to throw up again.

you walked down the aisle and stood in front of the pregnancy tests, overwhelmed by how many options there were. as you stood there, trying to make a decision, you heard colby's voice calling out to you.

"y/n?" he asked, you turned to face him, tears welling in your eyes. "are you ..?"

"maybe." you said quietly. you stared at each other, a thick tension forming between you. the color faded completely from his face, and his eyes were wide. you were sure you had the same expression on your face.

you finally grabbed a box from the shelf and went to pay for your things. you and colby walked back to your apartment in silence, neither of you knowing what to say to each other.

you walked off to your room as colby sat in the living room. you locked yourself in the bathroom, starting to cry again while you worked up the courage to actually take the test. once you finally did, you set it on the counter and threw a handfull of tums into your mouth. you began pacing the bathroom, your mind racing again while you waited for the results.

you jumped at the sound of your timer finally going off. you took a deep breath before finally picking the test up from the counter. you slowly opened your eyes, them filling with tears as soon as they landed on the screen.

you slowly walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, colby standing up as soon as he saw you.

“so? what’s the result?” he asked softly.

“i’m pregnant.”

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock imagines #colby brock x reader #fwb

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daisy-daze17 · 2 months

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Omori Manga Thoughts cause it was uhhh

OK so like. The thing is I only got into the omori fandom in February of this year so take my opinion with a grain of salt.

1. I'm mostly a fan of the art style-- a lot of people said that Sunny always seems to have a panicked expression so it's hard to read into him, plus the characters look a lot younger than they're supposed to (Which I find odd). But other than that, I think it does a really good job representing the scarier parts with very abstract drawings of Mari/Something. They coloured it well and thank god did Kel's skintone right. There is one particular panel that I especially love:

So much detail and it captures the feeling of seeing faraway for the first time really well ^^

Some nitpicky positive thoughts:

Sunny could have looked more distinct from Omori because the only difference I see are their outfits. Maybe make Sunny's features softer and have less contrasting values so we can see an immediate difference.

I like how they did everyone's eyes-- Sunny/Omori's are just dull and black, and everyone else with dark eyes are shown to have a light in them. (Just a nice detail i appreciated)

I like how Omori is clearly less expressive compared to sunny, but I think Sunny could have benefitted from having more emotions than surprised/blushing.

2. The pacing was weird. like really fucking weird. The basic structure of the game Omori is: Omori is in whitespace -> Omori plus the gang (Hero, Aubrey and Kel) meet up with Basil and Mari in headspace -> everyone minus Mari goes to Basil's house and learn all the combat stuff along the way -> after fixing the photo album it suddenly shifts to basil in a panicked state before glitching you back into white space again. The moment when basil shifts the mood from calm to terrifying is REALLY important.

It forces the new tone on you very suddenly and also sets up a lot of mystery surrounding Mari when Basil can't finish what he was going to say about her. By now we know that something is very wrong and it has to do with Mari, but we don't know what.

The manga is kind of all over the place the whole time. First we see the christmas scene when Sunny gets his violin. But then Mari does her whole nightmare thing and we know somethings up from the first few pages. Next we wake up at night as Sunny in the real world... yet it shows the little "THREE DAYS LEFT" as well? At this point I was super confused because basically the entire nighttime sequence is shown through a sort of montage with Sunny's mom's voice message in the background before transitioning into the day when Kel first knocks on the door. A cool thing they did was parallel Kel's knocking with the creepy knocking we get from Mari Something. HOWEVER for reasons unknown they just completely cut out the fight against something on the stairs??

Something I was really excited about was seeing how they would integrate the combat into the manga. And they do it later with the Aubrey fight (more on that later), but not now? So now I'm wondering if they'll include Sunny's three fears that he has to overcome.

So next we find our boy (KEL!!!!!) and he is asking Sunny if he wants to come to Hobbies. I did find the dialogue here pretty awkward as Kel bounced back and forth in demeanor, but that's to be expected since Sunny isn't talking. (And I appreciate how he shows some kind of reaction to seeing one of his best friends after 4 years lol)

I mean compared to this when he just jumps straight into his hobbez idea without much reaction to actually seeing Sunny lol.

The most notable thing after this is the Aubrey confrontation with Basil and the other hooligans. I DONT KNOW WHY but they chose to not show the hooligans in that scene!! The hooligans are aubrey's little gang/posse who she hangs around with all the time and the people we always see when she's bullying Basil.

It's very important to note that Basil is talking to KIM here. He starts the conversation begging for her to tell Aubrey to give the photo album back. Aubrey is actively ignoring his attempts to get it back, with basil claiming "She won't listen to me."

In the manga she appears out of seemingly no where and proceeds to beat Basil directly with her bat. Prior to this we get no setup or explanation as to why Aubrey's attacking him or what the situation is. WORST OF ALL, It's only Aubrey alone attacking him and NOT her gang of the Hooligans. The hooligans are important in showing us just how isolated and ostracized from society Basil really is after Aubrey began bullying him. He literally has a whole gang of kids who call him a creep and attack him regularly. Here it seems like Aubrey is insane and is just beating him selfless for kicks. (not that I'm justifying Aubrey's behavior in the game, but the lack of context makes this situation even worse.)

I think It's also important to bring up how they switched around the order of events because in this situation, it's not working. We're supposed to first be introduced to younger Aubrey and Basil in headspace-- their younger counterparts. Aubrey is strong-willed and excitable and Basil is calm and kind. And most importantly-- they're VERY GOOD FRIENDS. So seeing Aubrey revealed to have been bullying him these past 4 years shocks the player and makes them understand how much things have really changed. Doing it the other way around will automatically villainize DW Aubrey since we already know what goes on in real life.

And then something interesting happens-- Sunny blacks out during the fight and returns to Headspace. This is SUPER weird as we've only ever seen Sunny go into headspace while sleeping, because it's an escape mechanism he uses to avoid The Truth. Does this mean he isn't aware he goes into headspace unwillingly sometimes? And what does this mean for the continuation of the real world story? Are we going to go through the entire Space Boy quest just to get back to that scene?

Anyway, I'm interested to see how they take it from here. Maybe they'll do a continuous switchover to the real world where they jump between it more frequently. But I question what that would mean for the timeline because the events of headspace happen in between the three days while Sunny is sleeping-- so he can't be in two places at the same time. Maybe they'll write more and more random ways for Sunny to black out to do this?? They defiantly are trying to take a step back from following the game exactly. I can't say I don't like it because I don't know how it'll turn out, so I'm excited for chapter 2!

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euniexenoblade · 19 days

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It's that time of the year again! The happiest, the jolliest time of the year! Fall! October! Halloween! So, as normal, here's Mordred's Annual October Watchlist for 2024!!

Halloween Rewatch Marathon: back in 2016, or something like that, I watched every Halloween movie. But it was before I had a letterboxd account and there are newer ones I've only seen once in theaters. It seems perfectly thematic for me to make the big thing I do this Halloween season be the titular series.

Higurashi: Last year I set my sites on a lot of things, included with that was trying to watch all of Higurashi. I somewhat failed, I didn't get through the final season until it was too late. I hope to finish it this season and post my reviews from last year and this one together!

Suicide Club: Since realizing I'm a huge fan of Sion Sono's work, I've been slowly going through all his movies. Having watched Noriko's Dinner Table, I want to rewatch Suicide Club and see if my opinion changes.

The Forest of Love: Another Sion Sono movie, this one about a horrific killer. Should be pretty fucked up.

Tokyo Vampire Hotel: A TV series Sion Sono did with Amazon apparently. Has a lot of bad reviews but that kinda makes me more curious about it.

Another: Anime series. One of my favorite horrors. I rewatch it every year.

Shiki: Anime series. One of my favorite horrors. I rewatch it every year.

Perfect Blue: Famous anime horror movie. I intend to show it to my husband this year :)

Nightmare Before Christmas: Sometimes shit is just fun. I wanna have fun. Let's have fun.

Reread Another, the original novel by Yukito Ayatsuji. One of my all time favorite horror novels, in my top ten favorite books of all time. If there's enough time and I dont adhd out, I'll finally try to read that new sequel.

Reread Goth by Otsuichi. My favorite horror novel and one of my top five favorite books.

Replay Malcatras' Maiden, which if you don't know is a free horror adjacent trans puppy maid visual novel. If you don't know about it, google it and play it. :)

Ambitious as always, but this is my list for things I want to watch this Halloween season! I know I'm starting my "October Watchlist" in September, but hey, it's never too early to be spooky 💖

#october watchlist #2024 tag #october tag #halloween tag #transoween #mordred watches

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justmeinatree · 1 year

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09 - Made Of Something New : USA

Summary : you meet niall in your hotel bar. and there’s an intense connection.

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, choking, cheating (not on you, but none the less)

Word Count : 6k

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GIF : @horansqueen

April 23 (next year) - Las Vegas, USA

when niall approached mully, asking him if he wanted to go somewhere, anywhere, the last thing niall was expecting was vegas. but here he is, in a way too crowded hotel bar, sitting in the back corner with mully and a few other lads, drinking way too many beers.

mully’s idea of “distract niall” was going great so far, thanks to an abundance of alcohol. and strippers. the best thing he could think of really.

but, niall would have definitely preferred something quiet. something where he could try to sort himself out. things at home were bad again.

after that fateful night in dublin, 13 months ago now, niall woke up feeling refreshed. having the opportunity to finally let out everything he’s held in, was incredible. he felt lighter, felt peppier.

so he did the one thing mully desperately begged him not to do, and that’s to simply go back home as if none of this had happened. as if this feeling was going to last forever. as if the fog of drug you seemed to induce was forever lifted and he could be happily living his life again. mully laughed. shook his head. and watched him go off to the actual biggest mistake of his life.

but with time, especially when they hit around christmas break again, everything took a severe turn. and now, months after things went bad again, he was desperate. beyond incredibly desperate for some semblance of good. vegas apparently is the answer to that one.

and since the universe enjoys dangling temptation in his face, niall spots a very familiar frame standing at the bar. his entire body goes rigid, eyes locked, on whom he knows for absolute fact, is you, with a tall man.

mully notices the change in niall, eyes floating over in the general direction that niall seems to be locked in, when he spots you, “hey, s’tha-“

“shhh,” niall cuts him off instantly, watching the interaction you’re having very attentively. he watches you shoulder bump the man, his arm slinking around your neck in a quick squeeze.

“niall,” mully tries again, getting nothing more than a head bob from his friend, letting him know that he’s paying attention, but absolutely not taking his eyes off of you.

mully sighs, shaking his head, “if this isn’t a fuckin sign, i dont know what is.”

“she’s with a fuckin man, mully,” niall snaps, unable to take his eyes away.

christ, he is so fucking daft, mully thinks to himself. “mate, you have no idea who that is. you wanted to get away, you were searching for something good. i said vegas, vegas of all fuckin places. where there’s thousands of fuckin bars, and she’s here. aren’t you the one who told me that you’d inevitably bump into each other again ? looks like you’re standing in it.”

“she’s with someone,” niall groans, biting his lip. “besides, what am i supposed to say ? i was a real fuckin prick, please fix me again ? christ mully, she’s not as daft as you seem to think i am.”

mully laughs loudly at that, “no, i know you’re as daft as i make you out to be. you’re too fuckin blind to see it. but yes, if she’s everything you’ve made her out to be, you need to talk to her. for real. not just a cryptic break up in the middle of a fucking bar. at the very least, please just talk to her mate. for everyone’s sanity, including your own, give her some credit.”

niall watches attentively as you find a table with the mystery man on your heel, holding drinks and shots, settling yourselves at the chosen empty table.

and niall keeps watch, trying to figure out how you’re both interacting with each other. he reaches over for mully’s beer, gulping it down, as his is long finished.

mully gives him a questioning look as niall gets up suddenly, ignoring whatever the lads were saying, beelining for your table. he couldn’t miss the opportunity, now that the man had walked off to the bar, leaving you alone at your table.

you never saw him approaching. had no idea he was here. but a shiver ran through your spine as his hand settles on the back of the wooden chair beside you, fingers tapping. “‘s this seat taken ?”

you didn’t have to look up to know it was him. you’d recognize his hand anywhere. as weird as it may sound, this exact moment happened in vancouver, and you can still vividly picture his hand from the fateful night almost 2 years ago.

you’d recognize his voice anywhere too. it was ingrained on your brain, making your heart beat rapidly through your chest at the sound of it in such close proximity. you’d recognize his smell anywhere as well. it was so fucking comforting. it was so fucking niall. fuck. he was right here.

you chance looking up at him, eyes locked with his own, as you delicately shake your head, “s’not taken.”

niall bites his lip, hard enough to draw a bit of blood, metallic taste sitting uncomfortably on his tongue. he’s looking at you, and your eyes are looking right back, and for the second time in his life, it’s not happiness looking back. and fuck, if he didn’t feel guilty before, he sure as fuck does now.

“petal,” niall whispers, fingers reaching out to softly run over your arm. his hand recoils into a tight fist, eyes shut, because fuck he hasn’t felt you in over a year. that familiar shock of warmth and softness and comfort and electricity ran through his fingertips, shooting to squeeze at his heart.

as his eyes blink open, he finds you looking back at him, the same pain mirrored in both your eyes. niall takes a deep breath, in search for some sort of grounding, when his vision falls to your chest.

you can tell immediately that he’s noticed. his eyes are wide, chest beating rapidly, air seemingly knocked out of him, as he processes the small rose charm hanging from the delicate chain on your neck.

“you’re still wearing it,” he murmurs, struggling to find a breath, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch the charm he remembers so vividly.

“v’never taken it off,” you reply just as quietly, biting on your lip, blushing, as you admit that to him. “never had the heart to.”

“fuck,” niall breathes, shaking his head, “can we go somewhere and talk ?” he sees the hesitation in your eyes, and really, he cannot blame you. could not be mad if you chose to walk away without so much as a second thought. but he needed to try. “please, petal, really need to explain,” he adds. “unless,” he mumbles, nodding towards the seemingly forgotten seat in front of you.

“no, no,” you shake your head. “s’my brother. his fiancé was joining us soon. they’re getting married tomorrow, the whole dinky tacky elvis chapel wedding thing,” you explain, knowing exactly what the scene may have looked like.

as you notice him visibly relax, you take a deep breath, fighting with yourself, ultimately deciding that whatever comes out of this talk, at least you’d have answers. answers you never thought you’d have. to the questions that have so heavily weighed on you for so long now.

“we’re staying at this hotel,” you add, looking up at him. “we can talk in my room if you’d like ?”

“lead the way,” he hums, taking your hand in his to help you back up to your feet, following you to the elevators.

as you both stand in the elevator, you can’t help but be sucked into the parallel of this moment. it’s so similar to the night you met, you end up wondering if this is some sort of do over. the universe granting you with a second chance. your heart is beating out of your chest, your mind absolutely reeling. you can feel niall’s eyes scanning over you, feel his presence wash over you for the first time in so long.

there’s always been such an incredible pull towards niall that you can’t quite seem to explain. you close your eyes, biting on your lip, as you fight the overpowering urge to crumble into his arms. the only thing holding you back, being the thinning willpower of your still wounded heart.

niall follows you silently, down the hall, and up to your door. he watches you fumble with the keycard, again, unsure of whether he’s more nervous or excited to get beyond the threshold.

the last thing he expected, however, as he closes the door behind himself, is to catch a glimpse of your tear filled eyes, just before he feels you pressed against him, face buried in his neck in an attempt to conceal the tears.

your arms wrap tightly around niall’s body, hands fisted in his tshirt, taking a deep breath, as you feel your body start to tremble.

“petal,” niall breathes, his heart feeling too swollen to fit in his chest, frog stuck in his throat, as he feels himself crumble for you. he winds his arms around your shoulders, hands soothingly rubbing your back, squeezing you as tight as he can, face buried in the top of your head. “i’m so sorry, pet. you didn’t fuckin deserve any of that.”

your hands glide down from his back to his hips, gripping onto him, pulling your face from niall’s neck, to look up at him, “wanted to talk, yeah ? i really need you to explain,” you hum, nodding towards the bed. you slip out of his arms, sitting with your back against the headboard, legs crossed.

niall mimics your position, sitting in the middle of the mattress, legs crisscrossed like yours, knees almost bumping into each other, as he faces you.

you look at him expectantly, wanting to hear him out. wanting to hear his side of the story. hear what exactly was going on last year.

“i dont think i ever told you- no, i know i never told you,” niall corrects himself, shaking his head. “but, after mexico, i really started to look at you differently,” he decides to jump right in, laying it all out. “when we met up in italy, i did rent that place for you. and then in sweden, i met up with you because i wanted to be with you on valentines day. and when i called while you were in south korea, i was ready to fly you out and rent a house for you in the uk so i could have you close for a bit.”

you’re left stunned, your brain processing this information. you’re sure your face is showing all the emotions you seem to be hurled through. confusion, being the main one.

“my home life became an absolute living hell,” he continues. “i wanted you. wanted to be with you more than anything. and that scared me, because it was supposed to just be one night in vancouver. what hap-“

“what happens in canada, stays in canada,” you murmur, nodding. “you know, i dont even understand why i feel the need for this explanation so badly. i knew going into this, the second agreement i guess, since we broke that canada rule pretty quick. but, i knew what i was singing up for. i knew that one day you’d have to end this. i was the side piece.”

stab. stab, stab, stab, stab, stab. stab. for a moment, niall wishes he was actually being stabbed. apparently your brain shuts down for too much physical pain. but emotional pain, you have to live that shit. and right now, niall was being ripped apart by it.

“you’ve said that before,” niall recounts, eyes closed, as he takes a deep breath, his hand raking through his hair. “knew what you were signing up for,” he quotes from you. “said it at the cafe in mexico. hurt me just as much to hear it then as it does now,” he murmurs, taking another deep breath. “i think, for the both of us, somewhere along the line, this relationship became more than we could have ever even imagined signing up for. and fuck, please, petal, you were always so much more than a side piece.”

“so what did this relationship become for you ?” you chance asking. “because i always knew that you enjoyed the comfort and safety and trust that i seem to be able to give you. i always knew that was a big part of it.”

“i was falling so hard for you,” he whispers, like a secret spoken into the calm of the evening. a stark contrast from the vegas party goers just now ramping up for the night.

“i used to tell you that you were intoxicating. but i never explained what i meant by that,” he hums, taking a breath. “your skin is softer than anything i’ve ever felt. your smell is the most comforting mix of lavender, honey, and coffee, and it has me fuckin obsessed. your presence relaxes and calms me more than anyone i’ve ever been around. your voice is so smooth, i wish i could bottle it up and listen whenever i wanted. everything, absolutely everything, was more, whenever i was with you. more relaxing, more happy, more comfortable, more safe, more feeling, more intensity. i thought i had met my perfect person, but the moment i sat next to you in vancouver, i knew, for fuckin fact, i was sitting with my perfect person. it just took me a really long time to even admit that to myself. i guess i was scared to lose the life i had.”

he watches as unshed tears gather up in your eyes, watches you try to blink them away, as one stray tear cascades down your cheek. niall’s quick to wipe it clean, fingertips brushing over your cheek, as his hand settles in your lap.

your fingers intertwine themselves with niall’s own, his thumb rubbing soothingly against your knuckles. “do you want to know why i’m here, petal ?”

you nod, biting your lip, as you look up at him, eyes still red rimmed and increasingly full of tears, not trusting your voice at the moment.

“i needed to escape again. my home life is bad again. knowing that you’re out in the world, living your life and it’s not with me. knowing that there’s someone so perfect for me. someone that makes me feel better than i’ve literally ever felt. but i couldn’t see you,” he shakes his head, “s’been increasingly hard. i’ve had more fights and disagreements, more uncomfortable silences and awkward encounters, in the last year as i think i’ve ever had.”

“but then, why ?” you murmur quietly, your voice catching in your throat, your head still busy processing all of this new information. “why did you walk away from this when you did ?”

“i was scared,” he admits again. “scared because if i bring you into my life, for real, maybe this fantasy bubble we’ve been living in wont be able to thrive. it’ll just be real life, and i could never forgive myself if bringing you into my life ultimately leads to our demise.”

“that doesn’t make sense,” you furrow your eyebrows. “instead of living happily with me, with the off chance that we end up unhappy with each other, you chose to end it and make us both unhappy right away. no shot at any happiness.”

“i didn’t say it made sense,” he hums, hand squeezing yours. “and trust me, mully gave me so much shite for it. i just couldn’t live with myself anymore. couldn’t live with how addicted i was to you and how i couldn’t fucking have you the way i wanted. it was tearing me up, hurting me so bad. it was easier to push you aside, and i’m the biggest prick on the planet for it.”

“yeah, you are,” you sigh, the joking tone not going unnoticed. “i had fallen for you. i can properly say that i was in love with you,” you admit out loud for the first time. “and you really hurt me. didn’t even give me so much as an explanation. i had to just walk away. nothing else i could do,” you explain, as niall grips into your hands harder, bringing them up to his lips, kissing softly along your knuckles, eyes closed as he feels the pain you went through.

“it killed me even more when i was travelling for work, and i knew we were in the same city,” you murmur, niall’s entire body deflating, his forehead now resting against your hands that he’s holding onto for dear life, in fear that you’ll disappear from him again.

“fuck,” he breathes wetly, a few tears gliding down his flushed cheeks. “fuck, how many, petal ? how many times ? i didn’t know, fuck. fuck. when ?”

you poke your thumb out of his hold, stroking his skin gently, looking to comfort him in any way possible. you really hadn’t meant to hurt him, you were just letting him know. “five,” you mumble quietly. “i was in spain at the time of some golf festival, in brazil at the same time as your summer festival, in france during fashion week, in new york city during the jingle ball, and in california while you were doing promo.”

niall blinks up at you, letting go of your hands in favour of ghosting his over your hips, “can i ?” he whispers.

you find yourself nodding, wanting to be comforted too at the moment. you dont understand what you’re feeling at all. angry, sad, happy, elated, confused, shocked, heavy, light, scared, and it all jumbled itself into some kind of clustered numbness. you wanted to feel. feel him again.

his hands land on your hips, fingers giving a squeeze as his thumbs rub lightly, complete and total familiarity hitting him hard. without so much as a second thought, his body took over. like muscle memory in a sense, he pulls you into his lap, your bum settled between his knees, legs wrapped around his waist, niall latching onto you.

he had you in his hold again. there was no way in hell he was ever letting go this time. niall’s arms were wound tight around you, his face buried in your shoulder.

you feel yourself relaxing into him, muscle memory of your own, as your senses are overtaken by niall. his smell, his touch, his calming breaths, the tiny pecks he cant help himself from trailing over your collarbone, air fanning over your skin as he speaks, “gonna make it up to you, petal. if you’ll let me,” he adds with a shake to his voice. nerves taking over, making him squeeze you tighter, knowing full well that this may be the last time he ever sees you.

“i know i hurt you, but i’ll spend the rest of my fucking life making it up to you, sweet girl,” he whispers, face tucked into your neck, breathing you in for a moment, before looking up at you, trying to decipher your thoughts.

but truthfully, you didn’t know what to think. you were all consumed by the presence you’ve done nothing but crave for the past 13 months. on the other hand, you’re left wounded by everything that transpired.

niall notes your hesitation, leaning his forehead against yours, eyes closed, as he remembers something you told him back in vancouver, “have a little faith, petal,” he whispers, eyes filling with tears, the heaviness of the moment really hitting him. “can’t tell me any of this is a coincidence. not anymore. i know you feel it too, pretty girl.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, your own filling with tears as well, taking a shaky breath as your hands settle on niall’s neck and jaw, pulling him in to slot your lips with his.

niall groans out, in slight surprise, taking a deep breath through his nose, as if life was filling his lungs again. his arms wrap around you impossibly tighter, his tongue soothing your bottom lip as he sucks on it lightly.

as your lip snaps back into position, niall’s forehead rests against yours, momentarily catching his breath, before dipping back in. but you’re quicker than he is, pulling away, just slightly out of reach.

“petal ?” he blinks his eyes open to find yours already staring back at him, looking at you in question, nerves bubbling up into his chest.

“i can’t just leave this time,” you whisper, seeing relief wash over him, ready to give you absolutely anything you asked for. “it needs to be different, niall.”

“anything, petal, fuck, i’ll do anything for you,” he groans, his lips pressing to yours again, savouring every moment, every detail. taking in the intensity of you again. getting lost in you. it’s almost as if no time had past. the ease of falling back into you, the immediate calm, easy, perfect, so fucking right. none of it goes past him, finally admitting everything to himself, and falling into this fully.

niall lays you down on the mattress, hovering above you, lips never having parted from yours, too enthralled in the bursting feeling that is you. how your kisses are so much better than any kisses he’s ever had. is it the lingering coffee taste, that’s become such a signature in his brain ? is it the softness of your lips brushing up against his ? is it the smoothness of your tongue darting out for tastes of him, and just more more more ? is it the sharp nibble of your teeth, biting at his kiss raw skin ? or is it just because it’s you, his beautiful petal ?

he may never find out, and he’s okay with that, as long as these kisses keep coming. in an effort to calm himself down, at least slightly, niall kisses down to your chin, taking his time over your jaw to your neck.

as he makes his way slowly down your chest, your thanktop fairly low cut, giving niall tons of access. and based on the hardening outline of your nipples, he could guess that you’d foregone a bra again. he eventually finds himself ghosting his palms over the sides of your breasts, looking up at you in question, “can i, petal ?”

you look down at him, nodding, your tits quickly spilling out of your top, niall’s mouth immediately attached to your right nipple. your hand instinctually, gripped into his hair, keeping him in place to work over your pebbled nipple.

he groans against your skin, feeling so all consumed by you. his eyes flick up to yours, melting at the sight of you. calm, ease, comfort, relief, all good things shining back at him through your gaze.

niall’s tongue flicks over your nipple, mouth leaving your breast to meld with yours again. he kisses you slowly, lips pressed hard against yours, mumbling a low, “missed you so fuckin much.”

you groan, pulling him back to your mouth, fingers buried deep into his hair, having a strong hold on his roots, feeling like this is too good to be true. like if he’ll evaporate before your eyes.

with one leg spread out, and your other leg bent at the knee, foot planted firmly on the bed, niall slotted between your legs, you can feel his cock stiffening up against your hip. you instinctively roll your body up into his, a breathy moan working its way out of niall’s chest.

“fuck, wanna see you pet,” he groans, gripping into your tanktop, working it down over your hips, taking your pants and panties along, down your legs, leaving you completely exposed to him.

niall’s eyes roam over you, biting his lip, as he realizes the only thing you’re wearing is the rose charm necklace. it makes him feel at home. vulnerable, yet comfortable.

as he’s about to lean back into you, searching for your mouth again, your hands fall onto his chest, pushing him back slightly, “want you to strip too.”

with the words barely out of your mouth, niall’s shirt is discarded onto the ground, pants shimmied off his legs, lips mingling with yours in a quick kiss, before trailing nips and sucks down your body.

he settles himself between your thighs, hands pressing both your legs open, his eyes settled right on your glistening centre for the first time in over a year.

you can hear the groan bubble out of niall’s chest, whispering, “so fuckin gorgeous, my beautiful petal,” breath fanning over your heat, before his tongue darts out, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit.

you moan, hips bucking up in search for more, niall groaning again, “fuck, so good,” dipping down for another taste, “missed your cunt, missed you so fucking much.”

and with that, he delves right in. his mouth snogging over your pussy, no rhyme or reason, completely lost in your smell, your taste, your softness, your warmth.

niall sucks back your arousal every time another wave bubbles out of you, his tongue lapping at your inner walls, before flicking expertly over your clit. his arms wrapped themselves under your thighs, hands resting on your waist, holding you into position to keep you from wiggling too much.

your brain was an absolute mess, the only thing you could focus on was niall. you were a moaning mess, one hand tucked into niall’s hair, the other fisting the sheets, your ears ringing too loudly to hear his own groans. your skin was prickling, body completely at ease in the presence of someone so familiar. it was so easy to fall back into this with him, if you weren’t so fuckin blissed out, you might be a bit scared of it.

his tongue keeps flicking over your clit, sucking it tightly into his mouth, teeth nipping softly over your sensitive bud. you could feel your stomach muscles starting to twitch, legs trembling more and more erratically, as the telltale signs of your orgasm start approaching quickly.

“fuck, niall, m’gonna cum,” you whimper, legs attempting to close on his head.

you can feel him moaning against your centre, hands slipping from your waist to your thighs, keeping your legs spread for him, as he can feel your cunt starting to clench. he laps and sucks at the creaminess of your orgasm, groaning breathily at the sweet taste of your high.

your muscles tense up, trembling through your high, feeling the long licks of niall’s tongue working you through.

as you start to come down, he rests his forehead against your mound, eyes locked on your soaked pussy, biting his lip, watching one of his fingers slink into you. he couldn’t help himself, he was so fuckin lost in you. he knew you were still coming down, knew you were sensitive, but fuck, he wanted to feel it all, right now.

a loud moan escapes your lips, back arching off the bed, trying to escape his tight grip. but niall’s much stronger than you are, pinning your hips down to the bed, curling his finger right up against your sweet spot. he didn’t even have to look for it, knew exactly where it was. he swears, he could draw a full map of your body with ease.

“fuck, pup, look at you. taking me so fuckin well, yeah ? made for me, sweet girl,” he hums, watching your legs shake, your inner walls starting to clamp down on his finger, completely abusing your spongey spot.

“f-fuck, fuck, niall-“ you whimper, hips wiggling on their own accord. “s’too much, m’gonna burst,” you whine shakily, another orgasm ripping through you.

“let it go, puppy,” niall groans, watching the orgasm burst through you, squirting on his hand, mouth, neck, and chest, due to his incredibly close proximity. “fuck, yes, that’s it, pretty girl. fuckin soak me so good. christ i missed your cunt.”

without any opportunity to come down from either of your orgasms, with niall’s finger still working inside you, his mouth is latched back onto your clit, tongue licking up your orgasm.

“niall,” you whimper loudly, hips rolling into ? away from ? his mouth, unsure of what your body truly wanted at that moment. you were already chasing another orgasm, feeling better than you remember feeling in the last year. but your pussy was so sensitive, you could swear you were going to burst again. “fuck, m’gonna- gonna again,” you groan out, losing your words.

“that’s it, puppy,” niall groans, pulling his mouth away just enough to look up at you properly, your eyes falling on his absolutely drenched face and neck. thankfully you were too overtaken by euphoria to be embarrassed.

“show me what i’ve been missing, yeah ?” he coos, a second finger entering you alongside the first, mouth delving back into your cunt.

your eyes roll back, a loud moan of profanities mixed with his name echoing through the room, as you cum again, soaking him and the sheets below even more.

niall groans again, unable to contain any of the sounds that his body is so desperate to make, sucking the squirt right out of you, swallowing down as much as he can.

“fuckin christ, puppy,” you can feel him groan against your heat, your entire body twitching with the feel of his breath against you. “missed this. fuck, missed you so much.”

he slowly pulls his fingers away, watching your cunt clench around nothing, biting into his lip, eyes raking up to find your face, “okay, pet ?”

“mhmm,” you hum, nodding, blissful smile on your face, taking in just how wrecked he looks from eating your pussy. “lookin so good right now, ni,” you murmur, sighing around a smile, looking up at him cheekily.

he notices the smirky look on your face, eyebrows furrowing, “what’s going through that mind of yours ?”

“remember that night in vancouver ?” you ask. “you took a photo of me. said you didn’t wanna forget that moment.”

niall smiles at the memory, because fuck, how could he forget ? he’s looked at that picture more times than he even wishes to think of. “course i remember, petal.”

“s’my turn,” you coo, blushing slightly. “dont wanna forget the way you look right now. you’re fuckin glowing niall,” you giggle, “and not just because i soaked you. i dont know if you realized how well i could read you, but i feel like i haven’t seen this true, happy you in a really really long time.”

niall sighs, eyes looking down as he collects himself, blinking back up at you, “it’s because of you,” he hums. “m’happy because i’m with you. and i wouldn’t have it any other way,” he smiles, reaching down off the bed to fiddle with your pants, digging through your pockets to grip your phone, passing it to you.

“dont mind that you take a photo,” he bites his lip, “but i have a request.” without so much as another form of explanation, niall lays down next to you, guiding your arm up, to take a photo of the both of you together.

you blush, tucking your face into his cheek, a big smile taking over your features. upon looking back at the photo, your heart melts at how incredibly blissfully content, happy, comfortable, fucked out you both look. you hope to be able to cherish these kinds of moments for a very very long time.

niall takes the phone from your hand, dropping it further down the mattress, rolling himself on top of you, kissing you deeply, tongue dipping into your mouth at the first opportunity. his fingers ghost over your neck, murmuring against your lips, “how you feeling pup ? how’s your cunt ?”

your tongue pokes out to playfully lick at his bottom lip, smiling at him, “m’feeling amazing. m’sure my cunt would say the same. want your cock, wanna feel it again, niall, please.”

his teeth dig into your bottom lip, hard, his rock hard, bare length rolling through your folds. you both moan simultaneously, niall at feeling the slick warmth of your arousal coating his prick, and you at the over sensitivity of his tip bumping into your clit.

“c’mon,” you whimper, not wanting any more teasing, your body absolutely craving him, hips lifting from the bed, in hopes that his member stays snagged into your entrance.

but niall rolls his hips just right, the tip of his cock entering you effortlessly, your walls stretching around his length, welcoming him.

as he bottoms out, his head falls to your chest, mouthing at your breasts to keep himself distracted from the overwhelming feeling of you. how wet you are, how tight you are, how fucking perfect you are. he feels fully consumed by you, getting completely lost in it.

“fuckin hell, puppy, m’not gonna last,” he groans against your skin, stomach muscles already trembling, “missed you so fuckin much, fuck, you’re the best. best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

you gasp for breath, your mind numbing at the feel of niall. your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his bum, needing him close. your hands card through his hair, fingertips tingling at the silkiness of his brown locks, grounding yourself from the hard thrusting, his cock reaching depths of you that no one else has ever seemed to reach.

“niall,” you whimper, making him look up at you, watching your face. “m’gon-gonna cum again. fuck, fu- missed you so much. you have no idea, mi-missed you so fucking much,” you babble, tears running down your cheeks.

overwhelmed. that’s the word you’d both been searching for. although it seemed more than your basic overwhelm, you wouldn’t know how else to describe it.

niall takes in the emotional state you seem to be in, his forehead resting against yours, one of his hands finding its way to your throat, laying on your neck softly, “m’right here pup, right here with you. not going anywhere, ever again. you gonna cum for me ? hmm ? milk me dry, puppy,” he coos, his fingers gripping into the sides of your throat, cutting off the airflow to your brain.

in an instant, your cunt is clamped down around his cock, tighter than niall even remembers, your orgasm ripping through your body. you’re a moaning mess, thighs squeezing his hips tightly, your entire being tingling in over sensitivity, niall feeling you soak his cock again.

“yes, pup, just like that,” he groans, the hold on your throat loosening, as his orgasm hits him as well, your pussy pulling every last drop from him.

as you both work at catching your breath, niall kisses along your collarbone and neck, fingertips rubbing over any bit of skin he can reach.

“fuckin soaked your bed, pet,” niall murmurs, light airy chuckle leaving his lips.

“was too good, ni,” you whisper breathily, body spent, not even caring that you’re literally laying in a puddle.

“wanna come stay with me tonight ?” he asks tentatively, knowing you’d agreed things would be different, but not having lined up what exactly that meant. “can’t have ya staying in a wet bed.”

you giggle, blush rising from your chest to your neck and cheeks, “that’s so embarrassing, fuck,” you groan, hiding your face in your hands. “i dont wanna impose. can always crash with my cousin.”

“not imposing, petal,” he whispers. “want you to. if you want to that is ?”

you smile bashfully, niall noticing the sparkle in your eye, the larger your smile becomes, “of course i want to. wish i never had to say goodbye.”

niall bites his lip, thinking everything over as quickly as he can, pecking your lips, “tomorrow, i’ll need to fly home,” he explains, mouth ghosting yours. “give me a week, tops. and i’ll come find you. wherever you are, i’ll get myself to you. everything will be different, petal. for the better. i promise. just have a little faith in me.”

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I Never Really

Part Thirteen

Word count: 7.2k

Warnings: Alcohol use, cigarette use, blood, smut (18+)

Sexual Content: fingering, oral (f rec), overstimulation, dirty talk, a bit of breeding kink, fuckin', classic creampie

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Sam, Sam, Sam. He was all you could manage to think about for the remainder of your days alone. It stung at times, picturing him with his family, in the town he came from, while you sat in the dorms alone. But you had the memories of the taste of his lips and the feeling of his body to keep you company. You’d been replaying the events of the other night constantly since the moment you’d stepped foot out of his car.

His yearning for you had been so obvious in every move of his body. You’d never be able to forget the way the calluses on his fingers were rough against your cheeks. Everything was easier now that you were riding on the high of mutual attraction. It seemed like nothing could possibly bring you down. Not even the impending stress of classes in a few weeks scared you, now that you had Sam.

Relieving was not a strong enough word to describe how it had felt. It was something more akin to world-altering. You’d been so stuck in your own head, so devoid of confidence in yourself, that you’d entirely convinced yourself you were not worthy of him. When all along, he had wanted you all the same. It all made sense, when you looked back on it. Every little touch, every glance, the nicknames, the compliments; they were not empty gestures as you’d suspected.

You were so excited to see him again, it gave you butterflies to the point of nausea to even think about it. He’d texted you a few times over his absence, simple things such as a merry christmas! and hope you’re well.

You were trying not to dwell on it too deeply, but the thought still lingered in the back of your mind – the feelings you had for him might not be entirely mutual. Sure, he wanted you physically, but the rest? It wasn’t clear to you. And, of course, the problem of Jake was still there. He hadn’t looked particularly pleased when he walked in on you and Sam the other night, and you were certain he knew what had happened. You prayed he would keep his mouth shut. You would have to address it some day, soon, but that day was not going to be today.

The hours ticked by, and you filled them with idle work, until the day came when Sam would return. When you woke on New Year’s Eve, your stomach ached with anxiety and, more powerfully, anticipation. He texted you to tell you when he would come by to get you – the two of you hadn't even discussed him picking you up. It was a sweet, small gesture that made you grin like a fool at your phone screen.

He was picking you up late – you didn’t want to give yourself too much time to get shitfaced. Throwing up in their bathroom once was more than enough for you, and you weren’t looking to ring in the new year while blacked out. The air outside the lobby was frigid, and a light snow was falling. It was beautiful and quiet, save for the occasional hollering from one of the houses just off campus. And the silence was fully broken by the sound of music playing loudly from Sam’s car as he pulled around the corner.

“Hey,” he said as you plopped into the passenger seat, thankful for a reprieve from the cold outside.

“Hey.” You couldn’t manage to meet his eyes, your entire body vibrating with need and nerves.

“How’ve you been?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Good. Missed you.” It slipped out before you were able to stop it.

“Missed you too.”

You finally looked up at him, met with a row of grinning teeth and two half-lidded eyes that could make you melt in an instant if you stared too long.

“I’m nervous,” you admitted.

He pulled away from the curb, placing a tentative hand on your thigh. “For what?”

It was too many things all at once, none of which you wanted to burden him with. Nervous for whatever the night with him would bring, nervous for the commotion of what was likely their biggest party of the year, nervous to see Jake. “Don’t know. Just nervous.”

He squeezed your thigh, giving it a gentle shake. “You can stick by me the whole night. We’ll have a good time.”

The warmth of his fingers gripping you was making you feel a bit dizzy. “I need a drink.”

“Almost there. I’ll getcha one. You’ve gotta get plastered with me,” he laughed.

The tension in the car was palpable. There were so many things you knew both of you wanted to say, but the words didn't need to be spoken. You communicated solely through your small talk, and the way you rested your fingers on top of his hand. You'd never noticed before, but his hands were big, far bigger than your own. You were trying not to imagine how those fingers would feel inside of you when he finally pulled up to the house.

“Ready?” He asked, turning the car off and looking at you expectantly. You nodded, and the two of you headed inside together.

It was jam-packed, with more people than you’d ever seen in there before. Music was playing from some unknown source, a speaker in a corner somewhere, you figured. Sparkly hats and funny glasses adorned every head you saw, a smile gracing every face. Everything felt hopeful.

You heard your name being called from the kitchen, a face peering out from behind the crowd in the living room. Daniel's hand raised up from behind the sea of people, waving at you and beckoning you over. You gave Sam a cautious glance, and he took your hand in his, leading the way and weaving the two of you through the people crowding the room.

“Welcome!” Danny wrapped you in a hug, and you could smell copious amounts of alcohol on him. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Sorry,” you laughed. “School was kicking my ass.”

“Well, it's break time! You want a drink? Let me make you a drink.” His hands clumsily grabbed at a stack of red plastic cups on the counter.

“I’ll get it for her,” Sam interrupted, squeezing himself between Danny and the counter.

“Yeah, sorry, go ahead – make your girlfriend a drink.” Daniel said it in such a nonchalant way, like he genuinely meant it.

“G– girlfriend?” Sam turned back to him, and you could see a faint blush rising in his cheeks.

“Just a friend,” you corrected. Though it wasn’t entirely true anymore.

“Did you down a whole bottle in the time I was gone, Daniel?” Sam chuckled, taking the top off a bottle.

“Jake’s worse.”

As if summoned, you heard a familiar voice nearby. “Lovely angel!” You turned in time to see Jake’s eyes on you as he made his way towards the three of you. “So nice to see you again, finally.” His words were slurred, thoroughly drunk. “God, you look nice.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Sam set the bottle back down on the counter just a bit too hard.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, your eyes cast to the floor. The night had just begun, and the tension in the room was already unbearable.

A voice from behind Jake caught your ear. A woman’s voice, shouting "Jakey!”

You paid careful attention to the jealousy that pulsed through your heart as this unknown girl emerged from the crowd, and wrapped an arm around Jake’s waist and pulled him away. You told yourself several times in rapid succession that it was a temporary feeling.

“Who the hell was that?” Danny asked, leaning against the counter and pointing a finger in the direction of the duo.

“Girl of the week, I’d guess,” Sam replied, handing you your finished drink.

The three of you chatted about whatever came to mind, most of the conversation being taken up by Danny regaling both of you with tales of his golf outings.

“And then everyone on the course stood up and cheered, right?” Sam said after a particularly doubtable claim.

“Are you calling me a liar?” iii Danny gasped. “I would never."

“Right,” Sam replied. “And what about that one time when you said you–”

“Ah, whatever you’re about to say, I’m sure it wasn’t important!”

Sam looked at you, rolling his eyes with a smile. “Cigarette?” He asked, softly.

You nodded. You needed one right about now.

Daniel took his leave to go hit on some girl in the crowd, while Sam led you out the back door. It was nearly empty outside, only a few stragglers braving the cold for a joint or a smoke. Sam actually had his own pack this time, something you’d only seen a handful of times.

“Finally bought your own, huh?” You teased, poking a finger into his side.

“Well, I wasn’t seeing you enough to bum off of you. Had to take matters into my own hands.” He wiggled the cigarette between his fingers.

The two of you stared at the sky in mostly silence, watching the clouds creep over the moon. Though, your eyes were drawn to him, and you found yourself mesmerized. The way he inhaled through his teeth and tilted his head back to keep the scent off of himself, the way he held it between his index finger and thumb. As always, every movement he made captivated you.

“We should drink some of that champagne,” he said after a slow exhale.

“I don’t really like champagne.”

“If there’s one time I’m gonna force you to drink it, it's New Year’s Eve. You’re having some with me.” He put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the corner of the porch, opening the door back inside a bit. “You coming?”

You hurriedly finished your smoke and followed him inside, where he braved the crowds around the plethora of bottles to pour both of you a glass. A real one, not plastic, grabbed from the cabinet.

“Fine china for the lady.” He handed your glass to you, clinking his own against yours in a toast. “To whatever next year brings.”

It was cramped in the house, but you’d found a place to sit on the stairs, next to Sam. The two of you finally had a chance to catch up, without the awkward tension of loving-hatred holding back all of the words between you.

“So…about the other night,” he began, during a lull in your conversations.

“What about it?” You had just barely enough alcohol in your system to comprehend speaking with him about it.

“I didn't, like…come on too strong, did I?” He gave you a nervous smile.

“No, no, absolutely not.” You urged his worries away with a wave of your hand. “In fact…nevermind.”

“What?”

“I said nevermind.” You covered your mouth to stifle a laugh and turned away from him.

“What? Say it! C’mon!” He gave you a little shove and a grin.

“Maybe you didn't come on strong enough,” you said between giggles.

“Stronger next time, got it,” he replied. “Speaking of which, they’re gonna start counting soon.” He motioned to the TV, and the clock that now read 11:58. “Who’s your New Year’s kiss gonna be?”

“Gee, I wonder…” you brought a hand up to shield your eyes, and looked around the room. “Don’t know if there’s any promising suitors here.”

“I know one, actually.”

“Yeah? Who’s that?”

“Well, his name is Sam–”

“Oh, I think I know him! The cute one, right?”

“The cutest one.”

The two of you laughed, and he draped an arm around your shoulders. Sitting with him like this felt so right, like you were always meant to find yourself in this position. The warmth of his body was so radiant, and it felt good even against the drunk heat of your own body.

One minute was left, sixty seconds to the new year. The events of the past few months flashed through your mind, all of the loss, the heartbreak, the yearning, the pining, the redemption, the sex, the love…all of it was unlike anything you’d found in years before. You always thought your life was, for the most part, uneventful. Sure, you had fun and did things here and there, but the past years had been nothing compared to this.

Ten...nine...eight...

You thought about the roof, and the way Sam had been so thankful for your presence the first time you met him. Maybe this was all preordained, maybe he was meant to find you up on that roof. Maybe in every lifetime you would pull a cigarette out of your pack and give it to him without a second thought.

Three…two…one…

Happy New Year!

The room exploded into cheers and laughs as Sam’s hand caught the side of your face and he pulled you in. Your lips met with an urgency that hadn’t been there the last time you’d kissed. Like he needed this, like he'd been waiting far too long. You wrapped your arms around him, leaning further into your first kiss of the new year. You didn’t realize you were still holding your empty champagne flute in your hand, until you felt it slip from your fingers. Your hand darted out to grab it – an immediate mistake, when you heard it shatter, followed by a searing pain in your hand.

You winced away from him, pulling your arms back and looking at your palm, which now bore the bright red of a fresh cut from the broken glass.

“Jesus– what happened?” He asked, grabbing your wrist.

“I don’t know, I dropped it, and I tried to grab it, I– I’m sorry, shit!” You both laughed with the absurdity of it all. Of course your first move of the new year would be slicing your hand open.

“It’s alright, you’re okay. Let me look at it.” He gently loosened your fingers until your palm was flat enough for him to look at the cut. “Doesn’t look too bad. Go up to my room. I’ll meet you there in a second. And don't get blood on that outfit, I like that shirt on you." He gave you a smirk.

You did as he said, hurrying up the stairs before more worried eyes from the crowd could settle on you. He was there in only a few minutes, after cleaning up the broken glass, you assumed.

“Alright,” he sighed with a smile. “How much is it bleeding?”

You uncurled your fingers again to show him.

“That's not bad. C’mere.” He led you to the sink in the bathroom that connected his and Jake’s rooms and told you to rinse it, while he rummaged around in the cabinet. You were struck by a sudden familiarity, recalling the image of your own face in the mirror above the sink. Remembering the last time you'd been here. After the Halloween party.

“Sit.” He motioned to his bed, back through the open door. You obeyed, sitting cross-legged on the edge of his comforter. “Let me see,” he said, sitting across from you.

You gingerly held your hand out for him, your fingers shaking a bit. “I’m sorry,” you murmured. “Bad way to start the year.”

“Don’t apologize.” His voice was low and soft as he started delicately wrapping a bit of gauze around your hand. “Does it hurt?”

“A little bit.” The alcohol in your system was, thankfully, dulling the sensation just enough.

“I’ll put this on for tonight, then maybe tomorrow a few band-aids will be enough. I don't think it's deep enough for stitches or anything.”

You nodded, trying to control your breathing as he worked his fingers around your hand, putting down a small piece of tape to hold the gauze.

“You really sliced it up, sweetheart.” He lifted his eyes to meet yours, a warmth present behind them that you'd never seen before. “I’m no nurse, but that should be fine for tonight.”

“Thanks,” you sighed.

He took both of your hands in his, and a weight seemed to settle over both of you in the warm lamplight of the room. His care, his compassion for you, it struck a nerve in the most beautiful of ways. You wanted to tell him. You felt a pressing need to tell him. This was it, this was your chance, your one moment when it would come out effortlessly.

“What?” He gave you a little smile. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

Apparently, it was written all over your face. “Can I say something?”

“Say whatever you want to say. It’s a new year!”

“Alright, but…you have to agree that if you don't like it, we’ll both just forget it ever happened.” You couldn’t believe you were really doing this.

“Okay…” he replied, cautiously. “Go on.”

You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, your lips parted in anticipation of your own words. “Sammy,” you sighed. The sentence chased itself out of your mouth before you could stop it. “It might be too soon to say this. I know you just kissed me for the first time, like, a week ago. But I don't just want...I just have to tell you that I feel like..." You were losing it, wrapping yourself up in attempts to dance around the point. You took one last deep breath, braced yourself, and spoke. "I’ve had a crush on you. For like, ever.” You closed your eyes, fearing his response.

It felt so stupid and cheesy. Like confessing to your middle school crush that you liked them. It was so typical of you to say it in such a silly way, too. You didn't exactly regret it, not yet, but you wished you’d been able to keep it to yourself just a bit longer. And that you’d been able to say it in a more graceful way.

Even through your mildly drunken haze, you could somehow feel him tense. You heard his breath stop, then quicken. His hands on yours tightened their grip. His voice came out as a whisper. “Seriously?”

You nodded, the motion making it feel like your world was spinning. You weren't sure if it was your hands, or his that were shaking. The silence was loud enough to make your ears ring.

“Are you pranking me or something?”

You shook your head. You wished you could take your words back. You scrunched up your eyes, willing the world to turn backwards just a few seconds. Steeling yourself for the inevitable response of rejection.

“Well, that’s…” You felt his hands slip away from yours, and you let your hands fall back into your lap. You couldn't imagine opening your eyes right now.

You could hear his breathing pick up. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and exhaled it slowly. You prayed to any god that was listening to end your suffering already.

But his hand gently grabbed your chin. He tilted your face up a bit. And you could smell the alcohol on his breath, far too close. You opened your eyes only a moment before it happened, his lips meeting yours. Softly, only the ghost of a kiss. He tasted like champagne and cigarettes and his hair brushed the sides of your face. Everything about it felt like heaven.

“I can’t believe you said it first.” He breathed the words past your parted lips. “I was gonna tell you the same thing.”

The tension broke, and you threw your arms around his shoulders, practically climbing into his lap. He breathed a contented sigh, bordering on a groan, and it sounded so god damn beautiful. Your lips locked fervently, one of his hands coming up to cradle the side of your face, the other digging into your waist, roaming along your back like he needed to feel every inch of you all at once.

You paused for a gasping breath, gazing upon that flawless face of his. You ran your fingers through his silky hair, watching his eyelashes flutter at the sensation.

“I never really wanted to tell you,” He whispered.

“Why not?"

“I need you too much.” The truth of his words was evident behind those dark eyes, pupils wide. “Was worried it would ruin everything.”

You tried to ground yourself with a deep breath, only floating further out into him when you took in his scent. It was something you could always smell on those long nights when you thought about him just a bit too hard. Incense and weed and whatever bit of cologne he wore.

“When you got mad at me, thinking I'd been with the other guys, was that–”

“I wanted you all to myself.” He planted another kiss to your lips. “Was pissed as hell that maybe someone else was gonna take you away from me.” Another kiss. “Then I just figured you didn’t like me. And after the other night…I figured you just wanted sex.”

“I can’t believe you never caught on,” you giggled. “Didn’t think I was very good at hiding it.”

“Oh, miss eclipse,” he smiled, shaking his head and brushing his fingers over your cheek. “I could tell. But I thought it was too good to be true.”

For once, the corny little nickname he’d chosen for you didn’t make you cringe. It felt so endearing, like he meant it with his entire heart that you were everything in his sky, morning and night.

“And by the way, I want that too. The sex part.” You said with a smile. You couldn’t believe just how confident you were acting in this moment. The words just barely left you before he was latching his lips onto yours. The two of you moved frantically, your hands fighting with his shirt to get your hands on his skin as quickly as you possibly could.

This was real. This was happening. You could barely believe it, the intensity of it all making your stomach flip. He was gentle, but moved quickly, like he couldn’t wait another second. He pulled his shirt off, throwing it across the room, and you hooked your fingers in the hem of your own shirt to do the same. But his hands settled on yours, incredibly delicate with the injured one, you noticed.

“My job.”

He freed you of your shirt, tossing it aside, and simply staring at you. You hadn't worn a bra tonight, so you were completely exposed in front of him. A desire to cover yourself washed over you, but dissipated quickly when you noticed the love in his gaze.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” His voice was low, a tone you’d never heard before, positively dripping with need. You placed your hands on his chest, and he did the same, lightly brushing a thumb over your nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

He leaned in again, peppering kisses along your lips, your jaw, your cheeks, anywhere he could reach. All the while he pinched and prodded and just touched you, finally, exploratory, seeing what would make you whine the loudest.

“Please,” he breathed between kisses. “Please let me fuck you.”

You were stunned to complete silence, not even able to breathe as his teeth started sucking a bruise into your collarbone. It sent a shock through your body, the ache between your legs becoming a pressing need. “Yes,” was all you were able to say.

He pushed you onto your back, your head landing on the pillows. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of your pants and your panties at the same time, moving incredibly slow, like he needed all the time in the world to even process what was happening.

“Hurry up,” you whined, lifting your hips so he could pull your pants off. “I need it.”

“Need?” He smiled down at you, leaning down to place soft kisses along your stomach and down to your thighs, which you had clamped around his shoulders. “Be patient. I want to–” He ripped your pants the rest of the way off and tossed them aside, gripped your knees, and shoved your legs apart. There was a pause, his lips fighting against a smile. “Oh, she’s pretty.”

“Stop staring,” you whined, covering your face as you felt a drop of wetness roll down your core. You prayed he didn’t notice, but from the way he licked his lips, he absolutely did.

You could see his fingers shaking with need as he tried to take his time, kissing along your thighs. “I’ll stare all I want,” he breathed, and you could feel it fan out across you. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

“Since the day we met?”

He ran his tongue over your clit, almost too delicately, in a way that made you buck your hips against his mouth with a moan. “Since the day I first saw you. In that stupid class.”

You weaved your fingers through his hair, melting into the feeling of his mouth against you, trying to comprehend it all.

“Was praying I’d run into you somewhere. Guess someone heard me.” He didn’t pull his mouth away, every word sending a vibration straight through you. Something about his voice was striking you in a way you hadn’t felt for anyone else before, like you could listen to him talk for hours.

He worked a finger into you, his tongue never breaking contact with you. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of his mouth and your own moaning, and you just might have cared if you were entirely sober. Most of it was drowned out by the music and commotion below you.

“Fuck, you taste good.”

You propped yourself up onto your elbows to look at him, the sight taking your breath away. He looked up at you with those eyes you loved so dearly, the suggestion of a smile on his face. You felt so frail under his touch, as his hand wrapped around the outside of your thigh and squeezed hard enough to make you squirm away from him.

But he was having none of it, his hand migrating to your hip to push you down. “Stay,” he mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear it. “Let me make you cum like this.”

You couldn’t form words, couldn’t even say his name. He caught on to all your favorite spots, exploring you greedily, his eyes fixed on yours as he pushed you closer to your peak. You didn’t want it to be over yet, and held on as long as you could, your fingers knotted in his hair.

There was no use fighting it when he curled his finger, perfectly finding just the right spot inside you. The one that made your jaw drop and your breath stop, only silence and the obscene sounds of his tongue against you.

“Right there?” He asked, a smug smile still visible even though you could barely see his face.

You nodded, your nails scratching against his scalp as you tried to pull him closer to you. Your ability to speak was waning as your thighs tightened around his head. He pushed you over the edge, and his name was the only thing you could gasp out as you thrashed under his grip.

He didn’t pause, didn’t even slow down as you started to come down from your high. He held you tighter, his eyes still trained on yours, gaze dripping with lust. Between your whimpers and cries, you could hear him letting out quiet moans. Restricted, like he was trying to stay quiet.

It was becoming too much, your body still trembling from your orgasm. “Sam,” you gasped. “Too much, too much, you have to– you gotta stop, I can’t–”

“You’re fine.” He said it like you were complaining about a stubbed toe.

“It’s too good, please…” You had no control over yourself as you started squirming, thoroughly overstimulated, needing it to stop and needing more all at the same time. Your head was swimming, your fingers clawing at the sheets as he pulled the most ungodly sounds from your throat.

“Sammy, stop, wait– don’t stop, just– slow down, please!”

“Begging. I like that.” He didn’t slow down, licking at you like a starved man, while you tried to best to keep breathing. Every breath had begun to turn into a pitiful whimper or a please.

“You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?” A complacent smile lit up the half of his face you could see. You’d probably be annoyed, if you weren’t trying so hard to keep breathing.

It felt like you were on the verge of blacking out, a second peak rising inside you. It creeped through your body, your fingers tingling with it as you got lost inside your own mind. All that existed in this moment was him. The rest of the world faded away into the muffled sounds he made against you, your moans falling silent. The heaving of your chest stopped, your jaw falling slack in a soundless scream.

“Breathe.”

One single word from his lips brought you crashing back down to earth, and you writhed under his firm grip on your thigh. You grabbed at him, tangling your fingers in his hair, only capable of saying his name and incoherently swearing between gasps. You’d never had anyone make you cum like this before, your entire mind and body swept up in it for what felt like minutes.

He finally relented, pulling himself away and staring at you. “Too much?” He grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Perfect, actually.” You gasped out each word around labored breaths.

He shifted, pulling away from you and standing at the foot of the bed. You closed your legs, a bit embarrassed by just how slick your thighs felt.

“Do you…want more?” He asked, his thumb already hooked in the waistband of his pants, a sweet innocence hiding behind his smile.

You sat up, a little woozy, but needing to be even just a few inches closer to him. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“God, don’t say it like that…” he laughed, his cheeks reddening.

“What?” You smiled, cocking your head to the side as you inched closer, coming to rest on your knees on the bed in front of him. “What’s wrong with that? Not allowed to tell you I can take it?”

“Jesus, shut up or you’re gonna get me all flustered.” He started to pull at the hem of his pants, but you stopped him.

“Wait.” You scooted even closer, resting your hands on top of his. “I want to.”

You seemed to leave your body for a second once you caught the first glimpse of him. There was no word you could use to describe this moment other than perfect. You reached out, your body moving of its own volition, tracing a finger across the underside of his cock.

“Just like you imagined?” He asked.

Your mouth fell open in stunned silence, and you had to fight back a smile. Only he could catch you on such little things like that.

“Hmm. Bigger, actually,” you replied, when you finally found your voice again.

“Scared?” He asked, a smug little smile on his lips.

You nodded, slowly. You honestly were, just a bit. You knew it would be good, but the idea of such unbridled perfect pleasure was a bit daunting to you. Especially after he’d sent you flying out of your body just a few minutes ago.

“Don’t be.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek. “I’ll be gentle, promise.”

He pushed you back down onto your back, crawling over you. It was a sight you'd envisioned so many times, it felt surreal to finally be seeing the real thing. The way his arms flexed and his hair fell into his face, the playful expression that graced those gorgeous features, all of it was just too good.

He ran the tip of his cock over your clit a few times, testing the waters, teasing you. “You’re on birth control, right?”

“Why? Don’t wanna knock me up? I thought you liked me.” You gave him an absolutely wicked smile.

He laughed, his eyes clouding over in a dark grin. “I don’t think you want me to answer that.”

You didn’t reply, only cocking your head at him and looking at him inquisitively.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. The change in angle pushed him against you, just enough to make you literally ache for more. “Actually, that sounds quite nice. Putting a baby in you.”

You’d only been trying to tease him, fluster him a bit. You weren’t prepared for him to make it so dirty. But you loved every second of it, the way his words sounded so genuine. You tried to reply with something snarky, something to test how far he was willing to push it, but the words caught in your throat.

“You want that? It’d be a Virgo.”

You clutched at him, scarcely able to believe you were actually hearing the words coming out of his mouth right now. You needed him, desperately, now more than ever. “Sammy, please, just fuck me,” you whined, your voice broken down to a downright pathetic whimper.

“We’ve both been waiting for months. I’m not rushing.” He straightened back up, muttering a quiet oh, fuck as he slid into you, slowly, giving you time to adjust. Your fingers gripped at the sheets, your uninjured hand snaking up the back of his neck to tangle in his hair. When he was finally, finally inside you, it was almost too much. The thrill of finally having him, and the way it felt so fucking good, it was overwhelming. You were gasping for air, tightening around him like you needed to keep him there forever.

“Baby, baby, relax,” he breathed, cupping your face in one hand. “Open your eyes.”

You hadn’t even realized your eyes were shut, colors swimming across your vision in the shape of him. But when you looked at him, he seemed so godlike, a marble statue of a man that seemed to give off its own light.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, wiping a tear from the side of your face. Whatever tie held your body and mind together, he had severed it – you didn’t even realize a few tears of bliss had slipped out.

“Please don't stop,” you begged, running your fingers through his hair and gripping his shoulder, trying to find some semblance of grounding.

“You’re alright. You need to breathe, though.”

“How?” You whimpered, narrowing your eyes at him, sending a fresh cascade of tears down your cheeks.

He let out a laugh you’d never heard before, like he was trying not to move too much. But you still felt every rise and fall of his chest. “Same way you always do, sunshine. You sound like you’re gonna pass out.”

“Feels too good,” you said between slow exhales.

“I know, I know,” he cooed. “Just chill. I won’t break you.”

“I think I need you to, actually.”

"You need me to?" He started up a rhythm, slow at first, trying to give you time to calm yourself. Every thrust was like a vision of heaven, knocking the wind out of you every time he pushed in a little deeper. "I can do that." The way he was looking at you, his eyes never breaking away from your face, and his expression…it might have been the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen in your life.

"You like it that way?" He gave you a smug smile, the one that always drove you a bit crazy.

“I just– fuck–”

He was being so gentle with you, giving you exactly what you needed, no more and no less. Words started to abandon you, and as he quickened his pace a bit, you began to fall deeper into a pit of bliss. Everything disappeared except for him, but he was all you needed. Incoherent babbles of pleasure and filth fell from your mouth, every word a gasp or moan.

“Yeah? How’s it feel, love?” He asked with a grin.

“So…full,” was all you could manage in reply.

“You’re taking it so good.” He hooked his fingers around the back of your knee, hoisting your leg up onto his shoulder.

He pushed in even deeper with this new angle, and for a moment it felt like he really was about to split you in two. He reached between the two of you, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit in time with each thrust.

“That feels so fucking good, baby,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, call me that again.”

A second orgasm was building within you, hot and fast and it was a bit terrifying how high you were climbing. “Baby,” you panted. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Am I? Is my sweet girl gonna cum for me?”

You could only manage to groan out a mhm, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer.

“Go ahead baby, I’ve got you.”

You were trying to hold back, you weren’t ready for it to be over yet. Having him in your arms like this was all you’d ever wanted and more, and you never wanted it to end.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, the rhythm of his hips faltering a bit. “Gonna make me cum, too.”

You wrapped your other leg around him, locking him in place. “Inside,” was all you could say.

“Inside?” He parroted. “Want me to fill you up?”

You nodded frantically, panting out a yes between each sip of air you gasped on.

“Quit holding it,” he said between clenched teeth. “Cum for me baby, come on, please let me have it, please–”

His begging was all it took. You clutched at him, clawing marks into his back as you came, feeling yourself fluttering around him. It hit you hard, like smashing against a wall of pure pleasure so good it almost hurt. Above your cries of his name, you could hear him letting out the most beautiful-sounding moans you’d ever heard in your entire life, his voice pitched up a bit.

You were certain there was nothing in the world that could possibly be more wonderful to you than this moment, when his shaking arm collapsed down and he laid his weight onto you. He tried to speak, the words only coming out as incoherent praises.

“God, I can barely fucking talk,” he laughed.

You combed your fingers through his hair, damp with sweat at the roots but still silky-soft. He slid off of you, turning you on your side so he could cup his body around yours.

“‘M gonna stain your sheets,” you mumbled, barely able to keep your eyes open, so thoroughly drained.

“Don’t care. Are you cold?”

You were, as the sweat on your body chilled you a bit. The warmth of the crowd of people downstairs didn’t reach into this corner of the house, and a draft was coming in through the window above his bed.

“A little.” You curled yourself closer to his body, and the warmth he radiated.

“When my legs stop shaking I’ll get you some clothes.”

“It’s fine, I can–” you tried to lift yourself off the bed, finding your body felt a thousand times heavier than you were used to. Like he’d sucked every ounce of life from you. It felt oddly good, likely because you’d finally expended the excess energy you’d been harboring for months.

“No. Stay there.”

You mourned the loss of contact when his body pulled away from yours, turning over to watch him. It felt so deeply intimate, to a degree that almost felt wrong, watching his naked body move across the room. Like this was a moment reserved for somebody special, anybody but you, you didn’t deserve to see him this way. You watched the way the muscles in his arms and back moved when he pulled on a loose-fitting pair of pants that rested just below his hips, a look that was unbearably sexy to you.

“Here.” He walked over to you, a shirt and pants in each hand. “You’ll get cold.”

You only had the energy to pull the shirt on. “I should pee, too.”

“Right. Give me your hands.”

He helped you up, taking great care to pull you by the wrist of your bandaged hand. “How’s that feel, by the way?” He turned your wrist over in his fingers.

“Hurts, now that I’m something closer to sober.”

“I’m sorry, love. I hope it heals fast.”

In the bright lights of the bathroom, your emotions caught up with you at a frightening speed. The last time you’d been in here, you’d left an angel costume crumpled in the corner, while you tried to convince yourself you hadn’t made a terrible mistake. It was all washing over you, now. You’d have to tell him. From where you stood now, staring at your half-naked self in the mirror and washing the one hand you could wash, it was as if you were taking the first step on an impossible climb up a mountain. But it would have to be done.

Sam was pulling an extra pillow out of his closet when you finally stumbled your way out of the bathroom, clad in his clothes. You could hear his breath hitch when he saw you.

“You look nice, I’m glad it all fits right, also do you like your pillows softer or firmer? I’d take you home but I can’t drive right now, and I think it’d be nice to sleep next to you, but if you don’t want to–”

“Sam.” You interrupted him, placing a hand on his bare chest. “Softer, please. And I’d love to stay here.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “Make yourself comfortable. I gotta find a shirt.” He tossed the pillow into place on the bed, and went back to digging in his closet.

The comfort and warmth under the plush sheets was exactly what you needed. You hadn’t even realized how cold you were until you pulled the covers up to your chin. Everything he owned smelled faintly of incense, a signature scent of his.

"You never actually answered me earlier. About the birth control, by the way," he said as he laid next to you, pulling you close.

"Yeah, no, you totally got me pregnant. I can feel the baby bump forming already."

He shook your body with a bout of laughter, squeezing his arms around you. "Very funny. You better not be serious, though."

"Just joking. Nothing to worry about."

"Good," he sighed. "A Virgo baby sounds difficult."

Laying in the dark, curled into his chest while he stroked his fingers over your back, you thought that nothing could ever feel as good as this. There was a sense of finality to this night. The suffering you’d endured, the pain of being so sure he didn’t share the same feelings, the lonely nights you’d spent soaking your pillow with tears, it was all over.

Things were not perfect. They likely would never be. A glimmer of hope rose in your chest, gnawing at the darkness clouding the back of your mind. Maybe he wouldn’t care. Maybe his feelings for you would override whatever anger he harbored over Jake. Maybe, when you finally came clean, he would hear you out, and understand. You still weren’t entirely sure if you had done it with the intention to hurt him, but if you had, it was only a knee-jerk reaction to heartbreak. You’d have to pray he would understand.

As sleep began to claim you, your anxious breaths slowing, you could feel yourself melt into him. He truly was, in every sense, everything to you. Love had never felt like such a strong force in your life until now. A silly little emotion you'd always pushed to the side no longer felt very silly or little. You would do anything for him. He was every star in your night sky, he was the sun that warmed you in the mornings. You wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life basking in his glow.

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