#didn’t want to do tooooo much

[rum-sugar-pirate]

Was inspired to draw my own Fredbear and Spring Bonnie designs. May do Springtrap next. I like them but I don’t think they give off disco like how I want them too. In my little au, Fredbears is heavily disco themed. I love disco.

Also SpringBonnie with guitar. I’m of the “peepaw can shred” belief

[peteytheparrot]

How tf does Dogman manage to have a better redemption arc story then Hazbin Hotel

[kxsagi]

i have a request (i never know know to begin one) so you know that one tiktok trend where you have two parents and their child. And one if the parents gets one cookie and the child two and the other parent non to see if she child can share imagine that with the blue lock character and their kids (you can write whoever you want) and its always so cute and funny one even started to cry for theirbparent, one took the cookie.of their dad and gave it to the mom and my fav the child straight up gave it to the parent without question

“𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞”

a/n: miss cath pls never stop slaying with your ideas ❤️

alternated between son, daughter, and unnamed kid

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, karasu tabito, bachira meguru, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

you and isagi set up the test all excited, hyping up your toddler like, “he’s gonna share, he’s the sweetest!” 

you hand out the cookies – two for baby, one for you, and nothing for isagi. 

your son blinks at the cookies, blinks at isagi, and then immediately places one of his cookies into isagi’s hand without a second thought. like zero hesitation. it’s instinct. 

isagi’s entire soul leaves his body. 

he’s tearing up. you’re tearing up. even the baby is grinning all proud. 

“yoichi, are you crying?” 

“n-no, i mean yes, look at our kid! he’s already a team player!!!” 

he talks about it for weeks. won’t stop showing everyone the video. 

itoshi rin

you had to beg rin to do the trend bc he doesn’t see the point. 

“she’s obviously gonna pick you. you’re her favorite.” (he says it so flatly too.) 

but he finally agrees. 

you hand out the cookies, rin sits there quietly with his empty plate. 

your kid... stares. she stares so hard at rin. 

lips quivering, eyes watering. 

and then she starts sobbing 😭 

full-blown meltdown. 

“no cookie for dada???” she sobs. 

rin freezes. doesn’t know what to do. ends up just picking the kid up and cradling her like, “it’s okay. i don’t need a cookie. don’t cry. please.” 

you’re dying laughing while filming it. 

rin’s just muttering to the baby like, “you’re too sensitive... you get that from your mom.” 

nagi seishiro

honestly, nagi didn’t even realize what was happening. 

you gave him an empty plate and he just sat there like “oh. guess i’m last.” 

meanwhile your kid is eyeing both cookies in front of her like it’s the biggest decision of her life. 

she picks up both cookies. 

and you’re thinking like awww is she gonna share? 

NOPE. 

she gives both cookies to you. 

nagi: 😐 

you: 😭 

baby: 🥰✨ 

nagi just shrugs and lays down with his head in your lap like, “that’s fine. you’re gonna share with me anyway, right?” 

(and you do. bc he looks too cute and pathetic.) 

mikage reo

reo is SO cocky before you even start. 

“our kid loves me too much to leave me with nothing. you’ll see.” 

you’re like okay big shot let’s find out. 

you hand out the cookies and reo instantly starts pouting dramatically. 

your kid is just chilling. happily munching his cookie. not even looking at reo. 

reo fake whines, “what about daddy? daddy’s hungry tooooo~” 

your toddler LAUNCHES a cookie at him like it’s a grenade. 

(he meant to share. he just has zero hand-eye coordination lol.) 

reo catches it mid-air and gasps like he just got proposed to. 

acts like he won an oscar. 

“i’d like to thank my beautiful child for believing in me...” 

you’re laughing so hard you’re snorting. 

chigiri hyoma

chigiri’s super chill about it, just giving you a soft smile when he sees you have a cookie and he doesn’t. 

your kid IMMEDIATELY notices tho. 

like she didn’t even take a bite yet – she sees dad’s empty plate and her little eyebrows furrow all concerned. 

then she hands over a cookie to chigiri with this very solemn, serious face. like it’s a ceremony. 

chigiri plays along, accepts it with both hands like she gave him sacred treasure. 

bows his head a little like he’s receiving a medal. 

you’re sitting there like why are they both so dramatic LMAO. 

cutest thing ever though. you post the video and it goes viral. 

karasu tabito

karasu would try to cheat at first. 

tries to sneak a sad face at the kid to guilt-trip them. 

your kid sees through it IMMEDIATELY. 

literally points at him and goes, “faker.” 😭 

karasu gasps so loud, clutches his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. 

“baby girl, how could you betray me like this?” 

ends up stealing one of the cookies off your plate and running away like a gremlin. 

your toddler thinks it’s hilarious and chases after him. 

the video is just pure chaos. 

bachira meguru

oh this one’s instant. 

bachira pouts exaggeratedly, making big sad eyes. 

your kid just grins all mischievous and feeds him the cookie. 

like literally sticks it into his mouth with his chubby little hands. 

bachira starts laughing mid-bite, which makes your toddler giggle uncontrollably, which makes you laugh too. 

it’s just a big spiral of giggles and crumbs everywhere. 

the purest, happiest family vibes. 

kaiser michael

“what do you mean i don’t get a cookie? i’m the man of the family.” 

very offended before you even start. 

you roll your eyes and hand out the plates. 

your kid, chaotic little gremlin, takes all the cookies. 

and gives both to you. 

kaiser looks so betrayed. 

he’s like “how dare you choose her over me??? i thought we had something special???” 

meanwhile your kid is giggling like “mommy’s the best!” and clinging to your leg. 

kaiser acts all hurt and sulky for five minutes until you shove a cookie in his mouth and give him a kiss. 

then he’s fine again lol. 

shidou ryusei

shidou immediately makes a huge scene when he doesn’t get a cookie. 

“hey! what is this injustice?!” 

your kid’s like 😐 and just stares at him. 

shidou tries to work his charm, all “come on, buddy. daddy’s hungry tooooo~” 

he literally hands over both cookies at the same time and walks off like, “there, done.” 

shidou’s left standing there stunned. 

“wait... what? that’s it? no big speech, no big drama? nothing?” 

you’re dying, while your son just shrugs and starts playing with his toys, clearly satisfied with his cookie diplomacy. 

shidou still insists on making it dramatic though, waving his cookie around like a trophy and making “victory” noises. 

“i may have gotten no cookies, but i’m still the king of this house!” 

your kid rolls his eyes. 

itoshi sae

sae... is too smooth for this. he’s lowkey a little smug about the whole thing. 

“you’re really going to give me nothing? i’m offended, darling.” 

you hand out the cookies, and your kid looks at the cookies... then looks at you, then at sae, and just gives you one of her cookies without question. 

sae’s left there with no cookie. 

he’s watching it all happen, like in slow motion. 

you’re trying so hard not to laugh while sae just... blinks. 

“... i see. so this is how it is.” 

your kid grins proudly, as if she solved some big mystery. 

sae stares at you with a look like, i’m not even mad. i’m just disappointed. 

“well, at least i know who the real favorite is.” 

you’re like, babe, you’re still the most handsome, you know that right? 

he just grumbles, looking away. 

you’re dying and your kid is straight-up chilling in the background. 

ness alexis

ness is not okay with not getting a cookie. 

he pretends to be all chill, but you can see the twitch in his eye as he watches your kid get two cookies and you get one. 

the kid doesn’t even hesitate. 

she just looks at you, then hands both cookies over to you. 

ness looks like he’s been betrayed. 

“this… this is unacceptable.” 

he dramatically holds his hand out like please, just one. 

your kid just shrugs and plops back down to continue playing. 

“you’re not gonna share?” ness asks in the most dramatic voice possible. 

she looks at him, then looks at you, and just turns back to playing with her toys like she's already moved on. 

ness? absolutely dying on the inside. 

he keeps glancing at the cookies like he’s waiting for a miracle. 

finally, he sighs and snatches one of your cookies, slumping dramatically on the couch like, “fine, i’ll settle for this one.” 

your kid gives him the most unimpressed look. 

“that’s not a cookie for you. that’s a cookie for mom.” 

ness: 😭 “you’re not wrong...” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[scarletwinterxx]

be the rest of your life or whatever - choi seunngcheol imagine (2)

this is waaaaay tooooo cute to stay in my drafts, also so many readers are asking for this so here you go😅 if you haven't read the first part, check it out here!

currently working on two fics i'll hopefully post for ww and sc's bday but i have lotsssss of editing to do. so here's a quick spin off?? part 2??? whatever you call this HAHA hope you like it!

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Living together came with a rhythm. a kind of dance you didn’t choreograph but somehow perfected anyway.

Like how he swears up and down the keys are missing, again, and he’s tearing the apartment apart like someone broke in and stole just that.

Did you check the pocket of your jacket? After a beat of silence... 

“…Don’t say anything.”

Or how he leaves his socks in the weirdest places on the back of the couch, the bathroom sink, once inside the microwave which he claims it was “a joke. And somehow, you're the designated sock police.

But in return?

He opens every jar for you like it’s a challenge from the gods. Like, you’ll struggle with a jar of kimchi for three seconds before dramatically setting it down and calling out,

“Choi Seungcheol, fulfill your purpose.” And he’s there instantly, chest puffed like a knight, twisting that lid with one hand like he was born for it.

“Anything for you, milady,” he says.

“...Okay but put it back in the fridge though.”

He restocks the snacks without asking, always the exact brand you like even the weird seasonal ones. You refill his protein powders and label them so he doesn’t accidentally scoop pre-workout at midnight again. He insists on doing the heavy lifting at the grocery store. You insist he buys less of everything you know he’s not actually going to eat.

You steal his hoodies. He pretends to be mad. Then buys more hoodies “accidentally” in your size.

He hogs the blanket. You retaliate by becoming a human starfish.

You always find the TV remote. He always remembers where you left your glasses.

You cook when you’re in the mood. He cooks when you’re not.

“I don’t want to cook today.”

“Great. That makes two of us. Wanna order chicken?”

“God, I love you.”

The laundry is a war zone. He folds like a human disaster. You have a system. He doesn’t get it. You stop trying to explain. He starts handing you clothes with puppy eyes. You fold everything. He brings you snacks as tribute.

And sometimes it’s quiet just brushing teeth side by side, bumping hips while folding towels, scrolling on the couch with your legs tangled, his hand absently running up and down your back.

It’s a million tiny moments. Mundane. Messy. Magical.

You live together like you’ve always been meant to.

And in the chaos of socks, jars, keys, and too many snack runs and there’s no one else you’d rather do this whole life thing with.

=

He’s pacing behind you in the kitchen like a man on a mission. Shirtless, gym shorts hanging low on his hips, towel slung around his neck and hair still damp from the shower but instead of enjoying the rare peace of post-workout bliss, he’s spiraling.

“I’m serious,” he huffs. “They’re cutting out everything. No sugar, no bread, no ramyeon. do you know what that means? That means I can’t even look at your late-night snack stash without getting side-eyed by the trainer.”

You’re barely listening. Not because you don’t car but because you’ve got a spatula in one hand, half an eye on the simmering pot, and you’re already used to the sound of him monologuing behind you

“You don’t even like bread that much,” you reply calmly

“Exactly! That’s not the point. The point is, now that I can’t have it, I want it more. I’ve never wanted toast this badly in my life. And don’t even get me started on coffee. I asked if I could just have one iced vanilla latte and the coach looked at me like I asked for a cigarette.”

You hum thoughtfully and give the stew a stir. “Okay, but… why the sudden panic? You've never cared this much before.”

“I don't know,” he grumbles, tugging the towel off his neck and flopping dramatically onto one of the stools at the counter. “It’s different now. National team stuff feels bigger. Like… all eyes on us, you know? I feel like I need to be in the best shape of my life.”

You pause mid-stir, then turn to look at him.

He’s frowning at the countertop, brows knit together, abs still annoyingly visible for someone claiming to be “out of shape.”

And you, in your oversized t-shirt and fluffy socks, holding a ladle and feeling every bit the picture of domestic chaos, tilt your head.

“Why?”

He blinks up at you. “Why what?”

You smile, soft but exasperated. “Why the pressure? You already made the team. You're already good. And… I like you like this.”

He stares.

You shrug, returning to the stove. “I like you when you're all sweaty and complaining about toast. I like your stupid grumpy post-practice face. I like when you eat three servings of dinner and then act surprised you're full.”

You glance at him over your shoulder. “I like you, period. Whether you're sculpted like a Greek god or soft like a steamed bun.”

His laugh breaks before he can stop it. “Soft like a steamed bun? That’s your bar?”

“You love steamed buns.”

“I—okay, valid.”

You grin to yourself, stirring again like it's the most casual confession in the world. Behind you, you hear the stool creak. A few seconds later, warm arms wrap around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

“Do you also like me when I keep eating while I’m on a ‘diet’?”

“Do you also keep lying to your trainer about what you ate?”

He presses a kiss to your cheek. “He doesn’t need to know about the tteokbokki incident.”

You laugh, leaning back into him.

“See?” you murmur. “Perfect just like this.”

“You’re dangerous.”

“You’re easy.”

He pinches your waist and you yelp, elbowing him gently in return.

And in that tiny kitchen, with the smell of dinner in the air and the background hum of life after college settling into something real, something solid you realize neither of you would trade this for anything.

You turn around in his arms, wooden spoon still in hand, and eye him up and down like he’s your favorite guilty pleasure at 2 a.m.

“Go on,” you say, smirking. “Tell your scary trainer your girlfriend likes you like this.”

You gesture vaguely to his entire body shirtless, towel-hair, the faintest pout still on his lips from earlier.

“I dare you. Look him dead in the eye and go, ‘My girlfriend thinks I’m delicious just the way I am.’”

He throws his head back laughing. “Delicious? What am I, a snack?”

“You’ve always been a snack,” you say, poking him in the side with your spoon. “Now you’re just a full meal. Extra side dishes. Dessert included.”

He catches your wrist mid-poke, grinning. “Wow. Remember when you refused to admit I was hot?”

You scoff, dramatic. “I was protecting myself.”

“From what, exactly?”

“From the endless ego that would’ve followed!”

“Too late,” he says smugly, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth. “I’ve got receipts now.”

You narrow your eyes. “Yeah, well… now I sleep in your bed.”

“You do,” he says proudly.

You lift a brow. “And steal all the blankets.”

“And wear my shirts.”

“And finish your fries.”

He sighs, leaning in, voice softening. “And still somehow call me the lucky one.”

You go a little quiet at that, cheeks warming, until

“Also,” you add quickly, because God forbid you let the softness linger too long, “you do snore. Loud. Like a dying vacuum.”

He gasps. “Rude.”

“And you hog the bathroom.”

“You use all the hot water!”

“Because I have longer hair!”

“Because you’re high-maintenance!”

You’re both smiling too wide to care, leaning into each other in between jabs. The stew simmers away forgotten for now as he hooks his arms tighter around your waist and rests his forehead against yours.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he murmurs.

You grin “Damn right I am.”

And right there, wrapped in each other, laughter tangled in the air you're both more than okay with the fact that this is what forever might look like.

The sun’s barely up, the soft golden light slipping through the half-closed curtains. The apartment’s quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of Seungcheol getting ready. duffel bag zipped, shoes quietly set by the door, phone and keys in their usual spot.

But before he leaves, he makes one last stop. Bck to the bedroom.

You're still tangled in the sheets, half-facedown with hair a mess, one leg kicked out and the other tucked underneath the comforter. His hoodie is slipping off one shoulder, revealing the marks he left last night, the reason you're still dead to the world this morning.

He stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, smirking like the devil himself. Damn right you're tired, he thinks. I should get a medal for that performance.

But it’s not just the pride. It’s the way your brow twitch slightly, lips parted, cheeks still pink with leftover warmth, curled up in the cocoon of their shared bed like you belong nowhere else. There’s something deeply satisfying in knowing that this—you—is what he gets to come home to.

He steps closer, gently kneels beside the bed, brushes the hair from your face.

“Still knocked out, huh?” he whispers, voice low and affectionate. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You grumble something unintelligible, barely stirring, and that just makes him smile wider.

He leans in, presses a soft kiss to your temple. Then your cheek. Then the corner of your mouth.

You shift slightly, brow scrunching.

“Cheol…” you mumble, still far from the waking world.

“I’m heading out,” he murmurs against your skin. “Eat when you wake up, okay?”

You barely nod, eyes still closed, and he can’t help but press one more kiss to your lips. He stands, adjusts the hoodie you’re wearing so it covers you properly, then heads out, casting one last glance at your sleeping figure before the door shuts softly behind him.

He never leaves without kissing you goodbye.

And no matter how early the hour or how long the day ahead—he never forgets who he's coming back to.

=

You walk into the apartment with a spring in your step and a very mischievous glint in your eyes. He’s sprawled out on the couch, fresh out of the shower, hair damp and wearing those sweatpants. The grey ones. The dangerously effective ones. 

He’s half-watching a game, half-scrolling through his phone, fully unaware of the chaos you’re about to unleash.

You drop your bag, stretch like you just ran a marathon, and casually stroll over, plopping onto the couch beside him like you’re not about to start a war.

“Hey,” you say sweetly, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Hey, baby.” He doesn’t even look up. “How was your wax appointment?”

You grin. Game on.

“Oh, it was great,” you say, keeping your tone breezy. “Really smooth. He did a good job.”

There’s a pause. He blinks. “He?”

You nod, completely deadpan. “Yeah. This new guy. Super professional. Like he had the gentlest hands. Barely felt a thing.”

His head slowly turns toward you, phone now lowered in his lap. “He? Did a—wax?”

You nod again, eyes wide, innocent. “Uh-huh. Brazilians, you know? It’s delicate work. And oh my god he was so thorough. Light hands, like feathers. Kinda soothing, actually.”

He’s blinking at you like he’s buffering. Like his brain just short-circuited.

“Wait. Hold on. A guy waxed your entire—” He waves vaguely toward your lower half like his vocabulary’s given up. “Down there?!”

You shrug, completely unbothered. “Mhm. He even complimented me. Said I had very ‘cooperative skin.’ Isn’t that cute?”

Seungcheol shoots up to sit fully upright, eyes bulging. “Cooperative skin?! WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!”

You bite your lip to stop from laughing. “It means I didn’t flinch or move. He was really impressed. Very gentle. Like his hands were magical. Want me to call and get you a slot?”

Seungcheol looks personally victimized.

“You’re joking.”

You smile sweetly. “Want to see? He did such a good job—”

“NO!” he yells, lunging for a pillow and smacking it against his face. “NO, I DON’T WANT TO SEE, WHAT THE HELL, BABY—”

You finally crack, bursting into laughter so loud it makes the lamp shake.

“Oh my god—your face!” you wheeze, flopping over dramatically onto his lap as he groans into his hands. “You looked like you were about to file a police report!”

“I ALMOST DID!” he shouts. “WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY BLOOD VESSELS I JUST POPPED?!”

You’re laughing so hard now you’re crying, clutching your stomach as he glares at you.

“I was this close to showing up to the salon, flipping over the reception desk like ‘WHERE’S GENTLE HANDS?!’”

“‘Where’s Gentle Hands!’” you repeat, howling. “That sounds like a mob boss!”

“You’re insane,” he grumbles, covering your face with a throw pillow as punishment. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Still giggling, you peek out. “Love me enough to help me moisturize my cooperative skin?”

He groans, gets up, grabs another pillow, and throws it at you.

“You’re banned. No more waxing appointments without adult supervision.”

He’s still glaring at you, pillow abandoned somewhere on the floor, his arms crossed and jaw clenched like he’s fighting the urge to combust.

“Oh, it’s so funny, huh?” he bites out

You wipe a tear from the corner of your eye, your grin stretching ear to ear. “I mean… a little. Just a teeny bit.”

He narrows his eyes like he’s trying to calculate whether he’s mad or just irrevocably in love with you. “I endured years of you arguing with me about everything under the sun,” he starts, pacing now like he’s testifying in court. “Before we even dated. Before I could kiss you to shut you up. Before I could call you mine when you were out here being stubborn for sport.”

You snort. “I was not stubborn for sport.”

He ignores you. “You’d correct my essays, roast my fashion, roll your eyes at me so hard I could feel the breeze—”

“Because you wore neon socks to an actual class presentation.”

He whirls around, ignoring the interruption like a true professional. “—and I endured it all. You know why?”

You blink, smile faltering just a little. “…Why?”

He points at himself with both hands. “So no other guy gets to just—” and then he pauses, looking utterly offended as he motions vaguely in your direction like your entire existence is too holy to even describe, “—all of this. Absolutely not.”

You burst out laughing again, nearly falling off the couch. “So you’re telling me… you suffered through my sass just so one day you’d have exclusive rights to my bikini waxes?”

He stops pacing. Blinks. Tilts his head. “…Yes.”

You’re on the floor now, actually wheezing. “That is the dumbest, most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”

He huffs, hands on his hips. “You think I was gonna let gentle hands the rsthetician waltz in and touch what I’ve literally bled on the soccer field for?! My prize?!”

You gasp between giggles. “Your prize?!”

He crosses the room in two long strides, grabs a blanket, and tosses it over your head like he’s done with your chaos. “Court is adjourned. You’re in timeout.”

You peek out, still laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”

He sits beside you, smug and slightly red in the ears, arm slung over the back of the couch. “You love me.”

You nudge him with your foot. “Unfortunately.”

He turns, eyes gleaming. “So… there was no Gentle Hands?”

You grin, leaning close. “No Gentle Hands.”

He exhales in relief, then squints. “It was a woman, right?”

You pause. Then smirk. “Nope. It was a robot. Future tech. Laser hands. Very gentle. Super efficient.”

His mouth opens. Closes.

“…You’re sleeping on the floor.”

“Still worth it.”

=

Like most couples, you do get into arguments. Like today, it started with something dumb. Most of your fights do.

Something about the laundry. Or his wet towel being on the bed again. Or you leaving your half-full coffee mugs in random corners of the apartment. 

The kind of thing that escalates not because it matters, but because you’re both Leos. Two overly dramatic, overly expressive, overly passionate fire signs locked in a tiny apartment with too much pride and not enough chill.

So when voices rise, hands get flaily, and the “Oh, you’re really doing this right now?”s start flying you know it’s about to be one of those nights.

And true to form, neither of you backs down.

You huffed, “Fine,” and grabbed your blanket and stormed off to the couch like you were doing him a favor.

He stood in the kitchen, jaw clenched, arms crossed, mumbling under his breath like a sitcom husband—“Unbelievable. All this over a towel. A damn towel. I dried my hair with it, not set the apartment on fire—”

You waited, expecting the usual rhythm: you cool off, he cools off, one of you mumbles something semi-sincere and the other reluctantly folds.

But tonight? You were not folding.

And neither was he.

At least, not right away.

The night stretched on.

You laid stiff on the couch, scrolling your phone, blanket over your shoulder like a shield. You weren’t crying or anything this wasn’t that kind of fight. It was the principle of the thing. The stubborn Leo principle.

The apartment stayed quiet.

No footsteps. No fridge door. No sneaky tiptoeing into the living room to nudge your foot and say, “You coming to bed?”

Fine, you thought. Two can play this game.

But sometime past midnight, your eyes grew heavy. Your phone slipped from your fingers. You drifted off, frown still slightly on your face, curled up awkwardly on the too-narrow couch.

Seungcheol was in the bedroom, pacing. Definitely not sleeping.

He kept glancing at the door like it would open itself and you’d walk in, dramatic sigh and all, whispering, “It’s cold without you,” and make this easier.

But it didn’t.

And you didn’t.

Eventually, the silence started gnawing at him. That’s the thing about being mad at you, he always ends up missing you mid-argument. It’s infuriating.

He poked his head out, expecting maybe you’d moved… but no. There you were.

Blanket sliding off your shoulder, legs dangling off the couch, mouth slightly parted in sleep, as if the couch was the battlefield and you’d fallen mid-stand.

He sighed, ruffling his hair. “Of course you fell asleep out here. So dramatic,” he muttered.

But the worry was already creeping in.

He padded out, gently crouched beside the couch, and stared at your sleeping face for a second. Your lashes fluttered, cheek smushed against a throw pillow, face still in that half-pout from earlier.

God, you’re cute when you’re mad.

Even cuter when you’re fake-mad.

He reached out, brushing your hair back, voice low. “Hey. Come to bed.”

You didn’t move. Didn’t stir. Or maybe you were pretending not to hear him just to prove a point. You would.

He hesitated. Then sighed again. And finally he folded.

Like he always does.

He reached under you carefully, lifting you with practiced ease. You grumbled something incomprehensible and shifted in his arms, nose scrunching at the sudden movement.

He smiled. “Yeah, yeah. Keep acting like you don’t love me.”

You were still half-asleep, but your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt like muscle memory.

By the time he tucked you into bed, blanket pulled over your shoulder just right, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“Still mad at me?” he whispered, lips brushing your skin.

You mumbled something.

He leaned closer. “Huh?”

“I said,” you slurred, barely conscious, “don’t ever put a wet towel on the bed again.”

He choked out a laugh. “Yes, ma’am.”

And even as you dozed off again, triumphant in your victory he curled in beside you, grinning to himself because even when you're mad… you still ended up in his arms.

The room is dim, the only light a soft glow from the hallway spilling through the cracked door. You’re warm now, blanketed in more than just the comforter his arms wrapped around you, chest rising steadily beneath your cheek, steady and solid like home always is when it’s him.

You’re already half-asleep, body still limp from the move back into bed. You hadn’t even opened your eyes when he laid you down, just grumbled something about “sabotage” when he tried to take off your socks.

But even then, even with your pride still faintly bruised and your mouth pouting in sleep you stayed close. One leg draped over his, your fingers still tangled in the hem of his shirt like your body knew better than your ego.

And Seungcheol doesn’t say anything at first. He just stares at you in the quiet for a bit. Brushes your hair off your forehead. Watches your lips twitch and shift like you’re dreaming of arguing with him even there.

He sighs, but it’s not exasperated. It’s soft.

Then, his voice, low and warm in the stillness:

“I love you.”

You don’t respond right away, but he knows you heard it. Your brow twitches, lips parting like your brain’s slowly wading through sleep to send the message back.

And sure enough, a few seconds later, you murmur it hoarse and quiet, barely there.

“I love you too.”

It’s like breathing. Even after a stupid fight. Even after the eye-rolls and pettiness and temporary exile to the couch. It never changes.

You never sleep without saying it.

No matter how tired, no matter how stubborn, no matter who folded first it always ends the same way.

I love you.

He shifts a little, pulling you closer, nose brushing against your temple. “You were being impossible.”

You mumble into his shirt. “You left a wet towel on the bed.”

He chuckles. “So that’s what’s gonna haunt you in your sleep tonight.”

You nod, eyes still closed. “Every time I think about how damp the comforter felt, I lose a year off my life.”

He laughs again, pulling the blanket higher around you both. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re lucky.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead one last time before settling in beside you. “I really am.”

[rebelssvy]

drunk and needy

astumu x reader

LABELS: tipsy ego atsumu. sex. smut. he’s a flirt in this. *consensual sex duhhhhh

-my ushi fic is blowing up rn so go check it out!!!

stumbling through your shared apartment you found your roommate and his friend aran. you didn’t know either of them well at all. you had only been sharing an apartment with the setter for about two months now.

he was the type of guy that was intimidating. someone you chose to watch from a distance.

“s-so sorry about him. i can put him to bed. we just went out for drinks…” aran voiced as he helped his friend through your shared door way.

the professional volleyball player never seemed one to put away a drink. at least not in this manner. his eyes were litted low, and his cheeks glowed of rose colored blush.

he was conscious, more tipsy then drunk if anything.

“it’s ok, you’ve done enough. i can help out and get him to his room. get home safe.” you motioned patting a friendly hand on arans chest. before taking atsumu’s hand in yours.

“oh- ok! have a good night.” aran said while dismissing himself.

you and atsumu weren’t ever really that close. knowing surface level facts about him. and sharing your daily conversations. but you never really knew him.

“fuckkkkk…” he groaned out following behind you. hand still in yours.

you turned around to the man, seeing if there was a problem.

your eyes were met with a gaze you had never seen before.

you continued on to his room finally forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed.

you turned around to leave, but something stopped you. he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist.

“y/nn… your so hot- fuck.” he said out of the blue. your heart stopped. did he really think that?

“you don’t even know it but you turn me on so bad. even just looking at your ass when you dragged me here. fuck- it gave me a boner.” he stated looking up at you. hands firm on your body.

“atsumu, you don’t mean that your just drunk.” you say in a serious tone.

“oh but i do mean it. and im not drunk. i just had some shots awhile ago. i pissed it out of my system.” he said in a vulgar tone.

what was his deal?

………..

but there he had you. doggy style. ass up as he pounded you from behind. your roommate that you had led to his room moments ago now had his cock in your gummy walls.

“fuck i knew you wanted this cock. your so fucking obvious with the way you look at me. you always wanted me to fuck you isn’t that right?” he said through pounds.

you really shouldn’t be doing this.

“nn..just shut up-“ you moaned out. you didn’t have anything to say. embarrassing enough as it is he had control of you right now.

“cmon y/n you know you like it” he said.

he was so dramatic.

you cletched at his words regardless. because you really did like it.

“ohh.. fuck- i felt that. you do like it huh baby..?” saying with a hard slap to your ass.

you grabbed at your sheets whatever you could claw at.

“mmm- yea. you like all of me don’t you. i notice the way you stare at me.” he pushed your back down making your arch more significant.

you could feel his cock everywhere.

the sensation was tooooo overwhelming.

“atsumu…” you moaned out.

“i know your almost there… cum on my cock baby girl. cmon.” he said plunging his length in and out of you.

“your such a pretty girl. you know it too. we would make su- ch a cute couple.” he groaned out.

your drool was starting to collect on the sheets.

you felt the coil in your core. you were really close. it was all. too. much.

his pace sped up, and his cock his deeper then before.

“mmm- yea cmon baby. cum on my cock.” he groaned giving your ass another slap.

before you knew it your body pulsed around his length. squeezing him, aching for him to stay inside you.

“f-fuck.” he moaned out. your gummy walls clenched around him.

you blabbered out randoms about how he was so hot and so so good.

his ego was on a next level high.

he stayed in you barley pulling out in time. cumming on your ass.

he stared at your fucked out expression.

“cmon doll dontcha’ think we would be a cute couple.” he said in a playful tone as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out.

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- this could be so much better idk. help me.

[iwaasfairy]

big brother caleb getting jealous… your mind

tw incest, jealousy

All he does all day every day is be jealous ,, and beat his meat to the thought of you to stop himself from being jealous!!! he’s so entitled to your attention and time and love and he’s not even wrong because you’ve trained him to be so dependant on you

if you didn’t want him to be in your bed snuggling up to you and kissing your crown n when you’re asleep, rubbing himself to completion against your thigh and marking your neck and shoulder n chest full of incredibly obvious splotches of color - then why would you ever fall asleep in his arms on the couch?

if you didn’t want him to grab your wrist and pin you up to the wall around the next corner hissing about how dangerous it is when you talk to guys he doesn’t know,, I mean you don’t actually know them, and look at their leering eyes n the way they undress you in their mind, why would you do it where he could see? doesn’t really matter that he followed you does it, let’s talk instead about that mediocre flirt,,, who is he

you didn’t want him to call you 60 times in the 25 minutes you’ve been trying to have a hookup with some guy from the club?? you don’t want him to track your movements n bust down the door and almost get into a bloody fist fight w that guy? he’s just doing what he has to to take care of his baby sister don’t look at him like that he’s not actually mad at you or anything

hes not gonna do nothing to you he loves you tooooo much ♡ he’s only a teeny tiny bit agitated when you’re around other guys that’s all

[sturniololuvz]

Hiiii!!! I know you have written a million of them but can you write more for T1d sister?!? I just love it so much and I’m a T1d so it’s so fun reading them! I was thinking like a fic about when she gets diagnosed and they help her through it or maybe the sisters like younger and they are watching her and since she’s little she can’t handle it on her own so they do everything?

( sorry know that’s a lot! Love your fics) and can I be 🍌 anon?

yes you can be 🍌 anon !!! and yesss i love writing this because i have type 1d tooooo!!!! i love that im getting people with t1d in my in box! this is so cool!

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“Tiny Hands, Big Hearts”

The Sturniolo house was quieter than usual. No videos being filmed, no bickering echoing off the walls. Just the soft rustle of a blanket and the occasional sniffle.

“Matt,” Chris whispered from the couch, “she’s falling asleep again.”

Matt looked up from the tiny insulin logbook their mom had left. He squinted across the living room at their youngest sibling—curled in a ball on the couch, thumb halfway to her mouth, Dexcom stuck on her arm like a badge of something she couldn’t pronounce.

“That’s okay,” Matt said gently. “Her number was 94 a few minutes ago. She’s just tired.”

“She’s always tired,” Nick added from the floor, legs crisscrossed beside the couch. “I hate this.”

They all did. Their sister had only been diagnosed two weeks ago. She was four. Four. A baby. Still learning how to write her name and say the word “yesterday” instead of “last morrow.” And now she was supposed to know what the number on her little meter meant? What juice boxes were for emergencies? Why she needed tiny pokes in her finger?

She didn’t know. So her brothers did it all for her.

Chris tucked her blanket closer around her shoulders. “Do you think she feels it when she’s low? Like… scared?”

Nick swallowed hard. “She didn’t used to cry this much.”

Matt stood up and stretched before kneeling beside his siblings. “Mom said it’s gonna take time. Her body’s figuring it out. We’re all figuring it out.”

The tiny Dexcom monitor on the kitchen counter let out a quiet beep-beep.

Nick scrambled up first, eyes scanning the alert. “She’s going low again. 78 and dropping.”

Chris was already halfway to the fridge. “I’ll get the juice.”

Matt went to wake her, rubbing her back gently. “Bug? Wake up, okay? You need a little drink.”

She blinked, heavy-lidded and flushed. “Nooo,” she mumbled. “Not juice again.”

“I know,” Matt whispered, brushing hair from her forehead. “But it’s the kind with the twisty top. Remember? You like those.”

Chris returned with a small apple juice box and bent down beside her. “You want me to help you? Or you wanna do it?”

She blinked up at him with bleary eyes and held out both arms. “You do it.”

He smiled, slow and soft, and guided the straw to her lips.

Nick watched the Dexcom, counting the slow ticks upward. “Okay, she’s climbing. 82. We’re good.”

The boys all sat around her in silence for a while. She drank half the box, then leaned into Matt’s chest, small fingers curling around his hoodie string.

“I don’t wanna be sick no more,” she mumbled.

Matt kissed her forehead. “You’re not sick. You’re just a little different now. And that’s okay.”

“Will it go away?”

Chris closed his eyes for a second. Nick looked down. Matt kept his voice calm.

“No, baby. But we’re gonna be here the whole time. We’ll help you with all of it. The beeps, the juice, the numbers. You don’t gotta do anything alone, okay?”

“Even when I’m big?”

Nick smiled. “Even then.”

She nodded like that made everything fine again, and within minutes, she was asleep in Matt’s lap.

They all sat in silence again, not needing to say out loud what they were all thinking:

They hated that this happened to her.

But they’d love her through it, every step of the way.

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[katyawriteswhump]

love and other catastrophes at the omega cafe (1/8 and index post, fic now complete 🐈‍⬛)

So I posted about this idea before here, (and was overwhelmed by the response—thank you!) but basically a cat café opened near me and inspired this:

Summary: Steve is a runaway Omega who gets a job at an Omega café, where he’s basically paid to curl up and purr in Alphas’ laps. It’s legal, and he earns a living, rents his own place. He’s getting along fine for a packless Omega. Then Alpha rockstar Eddie Munson turns up for an hour of ‘kitty’ petting, and shatters Steve’s fragile little world…

Rating: E; No major warnings, sexual content, omega-verse; Tags: omega steve, alpha eddie, a/b/o dynamics, fluff and angst; (It won't get tooooo angsty, I promise, and I should probably write a shorter version, but this seemed to want to get bedded in for some plot, so...) read on A03 and thank you @lexirosewrites for being so patient with my weird belated questions about what do with my idea!

Chapter 1 (below) Chapter 2 Chapter 3.1 Chapter 3.2 Chapter 4.1 Chapter 4.2 Chapter 5.1 Chapter 5.2 Chapter 6.1 Chapter 6.2 Chapter 7.1 Chapter 7.2 Chapter 8.1 Chapter 8.2 and THE END

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Chapter 1

Steve clocked in with Carol at the coffee counter and cosied up on a beanbag waiting for the first customer to arrive. He couldn’t stop yawning and struggled to keep his eyes open.

He didn’t usually work the Monday morning graveyard shift at ‘Kitties’—otherwise known as the Omega Café. Carol usually put him on the weekends, which were their busiest times. Plenty of Alphas—and sometimes Betas—were free then, to pass an hour with a cute Omega purring in their lap.

For a cost, naturally.

Steve, though, had called in sick yesterday and needed to make up his lost earnings. He’d been in heat. So, three days of cold sweats, congealed slick, and crippling cramps. At least the blockers he used for this job curbed his desperation to be fucked. All the same, a dull gnawing pain in his pelvis persisted, he’d barely slept and…

…Ugh, this beanbag was, if anything, too inviting and soft.

He’d gotten his most comfy, stretchy shorts on, his most butter-soft collar, and an only-slightly-cropped-at-the-midriff vest. His feet were bare, which was fortunate. Right now, only his icicle toes were keeping him awake. He was tempted to grab one of the many fluffy blankets scattered around the café, pull it up over him and snooze.

He was torn between asking Carol for a double espresso or napping—to be fair, it was unlikely anybody would join them till noon—when the bell on the door tinkled.

So much for a peaceful snooze.

Fortunately, rather than a hungover Alpha, Robin burst in. On spotting Steve, her shoulders sagged with obvious relief. She hurried up to the counter and presented Carol with her Apple-Pay. “Flat white with an extra shot, and an hour of kitty cuddles, please.”

“Sure.” The payment bleeped through, and Carol turned to grind the coffee beans. She never bothered with great customer service for Steve’s best friend. That said, customer service wasn’t Carol’s strength at the best of times. Steve liked that about her. For an Omega, she was a bitey feral, and she sure had their boss, Tommy, under her claw.

Robin sat down at a table, pulled a cushion onto her lap. Steve shuffled over on his knees and laid his head on the cushion:

“Jesus, Robin,” he whispered, as she started to pet his hair. It was usual practice for Omegas to wait till the customer spoke first, but this was, well, Robin. “You don’t have to pay to see me, you know that?”

“Apparently, I do, Dingus! I’ve been going out of my mind! Why didn’t you return my, like, billion texts?”

“Shit. Sorry.” Her fretful pettings only made him feel more guilty. “I’m out of data, and you know how shit Wi-Fi is in Sunshine Village. Plus, I had really bad cramps this month—I could barely crawl out of bed this morning.”

“Yeah, I guessed that. God, I’m sorry, too.” She slowed her strokes, as they both relaxed a little. “I worry about you all the time, living there. Working here. I wish I could take you home with me. Damn, I should rent somewhere you’re actually allowed to live.”

“No way. I’m fine, Robin. Seriously, I’ve landed on my feet. I like having my own little home. The heating is working in my block this week, and this is a pretty cushy gig.”

Steve didn’t even say that for the benefit of Carol, who’d just dumped Robin’s coffee on the table, slopping half of it into the saucer.

Steve had arrived in the city four months ago, down to his last few dollars. He’d soon realized that acceptable Omega jobs—teaching assistant, nanny, seamstress, junior positions in retail and catering—would all require handing over too much information about himself. He’d also swiftly discovered that Sunshine Village, the district he’d heard about where single Omegas could live unmolested, was little better than a slum.

He’d been caught between the terrifying choices of fleeing back home, starving, or sex work. Then he’d stumbled across this place.

If Tommy had checked the fake name Steve gave, he hadn’t cared. Steve got paid in cash after each shift and earned enough to rent a small place in the Village. Which, despite its shabbiness, turned out to be full of friendly, supportive Omegas.

It all meant he didn’t have to worry about Robin being evicted from her pleasant ‘beta’ neighbourhood for harbouring an unregistered Omega.

Robin chatted on, while sipping the remnants of her coffee and petting Steve idly. While she complained about how unfair the world was for Omegas—they’d met when Steve had turned up at an Omega soup-kitchen she volunteered at—her speech also underlined his point.

His life could be a shitload worse.

This morning, he was being paid for his best friend to give him much-needed bodily contact in a no-strings-attached fashion. While he didn’t have to force fake purrs for her, like he did for the majority of customers, soft sleepy purring happened anyhow.

After Robin left for work, the café was empty again. Carol made them both hot chocolate then turned her attention to doing her nails. Steve breakfasted on an out-of-date lemon muffin, which was still nice and gooey in the middle, then slipped out to the washroom for the second time since Robin left. He needed to re-check his hair.

He was reapplying his eyeliner, when he heard the bell tinkle again.

So much for the ‘graveyard’ shift. He pinched his pale cheeks, bracing himself to face whoever wanted to cuddle him next.

A high-pitched squeal from Carol pierced Steve’s hearing—one that was probably only audible to other Omegas.

And the scent snatched his breath.

The Omega café was flushed with scent-neutralising air fresheners, for obvious reasons. Whoever this Alpha was, his musk was potent enough to punch straight through. It nearly floored Steve with low notes of leather and woodsmoke, and high notes of… Christ, Steve didn’t know what that was.

Plums? Fine Californian wine?

It set his mouth watering, for all of a split second.

Carol! Was she okay?

He rushed from the washroom and peeped from behind a thick velour curtain.

Carol was fine. She was taking payment from an Alpha with long, slightly-frizzy retro hair, a jean jacket—who the fuck wore those?—and dark soulful eyes.

Steve’s heart rate spiked.

The Alpha was pretty damn good-looking, and young too, maybe only a year or so older than Steve.

He was also faintly familiar.

Did Steve know him from back home? Would he recognise Steve?

“So, how does this work?” asked the newcomer. His drawling accent sent a shiver down Steve’s spine that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. His voice was as sexy as the rest of him… and that definitely wasn’t a North County accent. Steve relaxed slightly, ogling the guy who was literally setting both his and Carol’s legs wobbling.

“You pay up front for an hour of kitty cuddles,” she said. “You have to order a minimum of one drink, and all new customers must read and sign our rules and disclaimers.”

“Ma’am, it’s Monday morning.” The Alpha sounded wearily amused, gesturing to the three-page fine-print document she shoved across the counter. “Do I really have to read all this?”

“How about I summarize for you.” Yup, Carol was being helpful and polite. Either someone kidnapped the real Carol, or this Alpha really was special. “You’re not about to go into rut, I take it? Because if you are, Sir, I’m really, really sorry—we can’t take that risk here, or we could get shut down.”

The Alpha shook his head. While Carol reeled off a few pertinent points—“no scenting, obviously. No kissing,”—his gaze snapped onto where Steve skulked, half-hidden behind the drapes.

Steve jumped back out of sight.

“Soooo,” said the Alpha, when Carol finally stopped talking. “To summarise—I can stroke the pussies, but I can’t stroke the pussies?”

Carol giggled. Though they’d all heard that joke, and every variation on it, at least a billion times.

“Pretty much,” she said. “We’re absolutely NOT a brothel. And don’t expect cat-ears and whiskers and all that jazz. Thursday is usually full-costume night, and… erm, right now, we only have one kitty, and he seems to have strayed. Boy kitty okay with you?”

“Yes, thank you, Ma’am,” said the Alpha.

“Cool. I’ll go coax him out with a saucer of milk or something.”

She found Steve backed up against the dingy back-corridor wall, knees basically jello. “Get out there! Christ, you do realize who that is?”

Steve shook his head, throat too tight to speak. He honestly didn’t know what was wrong with him. Alphas moseyed in and out of this place every day. He was usually able to keep himself together.

“It’s Eddie Munson! Lead singer of Corroded Coffin? Super-hot and super-famous bad-boy Alpha rockstar? Jeeees, you really did live in a box till you got here, didn’t you? Look, get out there—before I tell him boy kitty is off the menu, grab my skimpiest bikini, and burrow into that scorching lap myself.”

She nudged him through the curtain. Eddie Munson had already settled onto one of the cafe’s roomiest couches, arms splayed along the back.

Legs splayed too.

Eddie glanced up and those gorgeous eyes raked Steve, head-to-toe, stripping him so bare he might as well have forgotten his shorts. The Alpha’s grin spread slowly, revealing glinting incisors, and creasing up into the sexiest dimples Steve had ever seen.

Steve wasn’t sure how he made it across the room. Somehow, he did, shuffling the final few feet on his knees.

“Hello, Kitty,” said Eddie. Possibly taking pity, he closed his legs. He shoved his thighs forward so Steve could easily lay his head in them.

Steve did so, facing out across the café. His heart skittered like a little prey animal’s. It was only then that he realized Eddie hadn’t placed a cushion on his thighs. Well, if Carol hadn’t highlighted that part of the rules, Steve was hardly in a position to do it now.

Eddie didn’t mess around. Strong fingers plowed straight into the springy mass of Steve’s hair. “What’s your name, Honey?”

“Uh… St-steve?”

Who fucking stammers answering his own name?

“Hi, Steve. I’m Eddie.” He leaned a little closer, hot breath joining those strong fingers to send Steve even deeper into fluster. “How do you put up with the stink in here? I mean, I get it. All those Alpha-Omega scents battering each other would make this place a real fleshpot. Shame, though. I bet you smell real sweet. I mean, I think I get a whiff of you, even now.”

“You get used to it,” squeaked Steve, cutting that line of conversation off pronto.

“You get used to the diabolical plinky-plonky piano music too, Steve?”

“Honestly, I don’t even hear it anymore.”

To be fair, Steve didn’t hate the perpetual loop of movie theme-tune classics for exactly that reason. Even the smoochiest love songs—like the instrumental version of “Everything I do, I do it for you,” currently playing—didn’t mess with his emotions in the way music so often did.

Eddie snorted a dry chuckle, leaning back against the cushions again. Steve’s eyes fluttered closed.

“You’re right, Steve,” drawled Eddie, massaging deliciously into Steve’s scalp, “it’s pretty easy not to hear it. You have got the cutest purr.”

Steve’s eyes flew wide. He hadn’t even realized he was purring yet! Yeah, he could fake purr, but he’d been too befuddled to get to that. Now, he shook with loud rattling purrs that he could barely control.

Omegas purred when they were happy and relaxed, and also when distressed, to comfort themselves. He’d been reduced to that over the weekend. These purrs, though, grew couch-quakingly loud and felt different from anyway he’d purred before.

“You okay there, Honey?” Thank heavens Eddie was nice, though that made Steve’s weirdness all the more inexplicable. Eddie ran the back of coolish fingers down Steve’s burning cheek.

“I’m sorry,” whispered Steve. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” His hormones must still be doing weird things after his chemically fucked-up heat.

He probably should’ve called in sick today too.

“Don’t apologise,” Eddie said. “Look, it’s freakin’ Monday morning. I’m the weirdo Alpha checking this place out. You’re just doing your job, and you’re mighty fine at it, I’m sure.” The words washed through Steve, their brutal truth leaving an awkward residue. “Listen, I’m just gonna sip my coffee and chill. You reckon you can chill too, little kitty?”

“Yes, Alpha,” murmured Steve. The preening growl that jostled from Eddie was enough to make Steve desperate to obey.

He didn’t usually call anybody Alpha on the job. It wasn’t strictly against the rules, but unless a client demanded it—and only the real a-holes did—the kitties avoided it.

Eddie, though, had dragged it from Steve before he could think about it, much like those purrs.

And much like how, a minute or so of petting later, Steve found himself purring effortlessly, and totally relaxed. He wasn’t even stressed by the fact that his cheek rested dangerously close to Eddie’s Alpha dick. Which appeared to be ballooning slightly beneath his thick pair of sweatpants.

This was exactly why the cushions were compulsory. Though Steve barely had time to worry.

“Steve,” said Eddie, fingering around the edge of Steve’s collar in a fashion that literally made Steve’s eyes cross with yumminess. “Are there any rules against you getting in my lap for proper cuddles?”

“No. Absolutely not.” There really wasn’t, though of course, it only worked with the larger Alphas. There’d been no way Steve could’ve fitted into a Beta like Robin’s lap, for example, without some level of squishing. Eddie was, to be fair, not the largest Alpha around, but he was certainly large enough.

After some not-too-awkward manoeuvring—and guided by Eddie’s hand in the small of his back—Steve soon found himself sitting across Eddie’s lap. Eddie scooped him close, and his arms curled around Eddie’s neck.

He stared point-blank into the fathomless depths of Eddie’s dark eyes. Nope. Too much. He dipped his gaze, then squeaked. Now, he fixed on Eddie’s jawline and throat, dusted with scruff, and which drew him like, well, catnip.

Steve inhaled oaky-smoky plums and… Holy crap, what even was that? He was in serious danger of burying his face there and violating the no-scenting rule himself.

Once again, Eddie sensed his discomfort and guided Steve’s head down onto his shoulder, holding him there. “Hey, any chance of another coffee,” Eddie called to Carol. “Extra-large mocha with marshmallows, please, Ma’am? Think I might be settling here for a while.”

After that, Eddie appeared to go out of his way to make Steve even more comfortable. Perhaps noting Steve’s squirmings over getting too close to his scent gland, he slid a thin throw cushion beneath Steve’s cheek. He then settled them both back against the comfiest, most enveloping part of the sofa. He pulled one of those fluffy blankets up over them both. Soon, a floaty weariness, bone-deep but pleasant, overcame Steve.

Even his ovaries had stopped bugging him. God, this was nice. He really got paid for this? Damn, he’d fallen on his feet and Eddie smelled divine. He couldn’t help but daydream about that huge Alpha dick nestled stupid-close to his pussy, with only two layers of fabric between them. He was too sleepy to get too excited, tho’. He soon floated on the surface of a calm ocean, safe and serene…

When Steve began waking up, a honeyed glow saturated his head and heart and previously aching pelvis. He couldn’t remember his dreams, but they must’ve been good ones. He felt complete and happy and… he flicked his eyes open. Oh shit! The cafe buzzed with conversation. Several other kitties had come on shift and were snuggling with Alphas.

He’d fallen asleep on a customer’s lap.

Steve’s focus snapped onto the clock behind the counter, where Carol and her assistant, Chrissy, who also did kitty duties, were rushing around making lunches.

1.57 pm.

He’d been asleep on the job for nearly three hours.

Asleep in the lap of…

“Hey there,” drawled Eddie, “somebody’s a sleepy kitty.”

Steve daren’t look up. Was Eddie pissed? He didn’t sound it.

Steve opened his mouth. Shut it again, dabbing the corner. His head had slipped off the pillow and rested against Eddie’s chest. The Alpha’s booming heartbeat mingled with an amused chuckle.

Steve wasn’t laughing: “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I drooled on your t-shirt!”

“I know.” Eddie’s low rumbling sigh was one of the most contented sounds Steve had ever heard. “You gonna charge extra for that, Honey?”

Chapter 2 on tumblr On A03

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[delightfulhidingnook]

His Best Knight, The Queen

(Dark Cacao Cookie x Reader)

Chapter 9

While Dark Cacao, Golden Cheese, and Pure Vanilla were out and about searching for where you stomped away to, you were busy downing your 8th mug of juice, much to the dismay of the others, Hollyberry didn’t even want to admit she was a little impressed. Affogato was making you laugh as he brought up several memories from before he had made his disappearance and in turn you spilled some memories of your own of your time here in his absence.

“So what was this about him barging into your quarters?” Affogato asked.

You laughed and explained, “It was an honest mistake, hiccup he was wanting to ask me about what he should hiccup wear for the coronation, and to be fffffair, we’ve barged into each others quarters plenty of times, it was o-only a matter of time before one of us was gonna hiccup see the other.”

You laughed as you remembered the situation, but somehow the recollection, despite its hilarity, caused tears to fall from your eyes, you were crying, and it wasn’t tears of joy. The thought of being abandoned once more enveloped your mind like an approaching fog, your heart began to race and you started to sweat a little.

“Deep breaths Y/n.” White Lily says as Hollyberry rubs comforting circles on your back.

“H-He’s not gonna hiccup think l-less of me is he?”

Hollyberry sighs, “Of course not dear, you’ve cried to him many times and I can tell you with passionate confidence that he thinks the world of you, do not confuse his concern with condescension, he cares so very much Y/n, chin up, look at me.”

You look over at her, the tears beginning to cease as you took some deep breaths.

“I know, Dark Cacao can be as stubborn as a mule sometimes, but you must understand, care involves resolution, you have become so precious to him, he is determined to make sure no harm can come to you the best he can.”

“Th-then why make me hiccup his knight?”

“Because he can see how happy you are when you are defending something you love, in fact, between you and me, I think he finds it attractive.”

You manage a smile and even a small laugh, “Do n-not say such things, you know hiccup how I feel about him, I cannot be excited by such r-rumors.”

White Lily chimes in, “It’s no rumor Y/n, how can you not notice that he is more at ease next to you, you’re the only one he argues with, the only time he speaks in multiple full sentences is when you are present.”

“Coincidences. . .I think I’m hiccup ready tooooo get hiccup back out th-there hiccup and have fun.”

You try to stand up, Affogato catching you as you stumbled a bit, he helps you out of your seat, your arm around his shoulder while Hollyberry took your other arm.

“I think she needs some ice cream, let’s get her to the bar and grab her one.” White Lily laughs.

“N-no, I don’t hiccup want ice cream.”

As the trio was doing their best to carefully walk you over to get some ice cream and sober you up, Dark Cacao had managed to find Sweetie during his search for you, he had been laying in the plaza caring for a few of the local children. Some were petting his face and others were sleeping on his stomach, the twins could be seen sitting on Sweeties back and plucking out detached fur that had already been shed from his undercoat. Dark Cacao approached the dog, greeting people here and there who approached and congratulated him, Sweetie perked up, wagging his tail which swept the snow beneath it.

“Twins, have you seen Y/n?”

“Maybe we have, maybe we haven’t.” Shrugged Almond Milk.

“She looked upset, what’d you do?” Asked Oat Milk.

Dark Cacao wasn’t really in the mood for the antics of these oddball children, “Where are your parents?”

“You must’ve done something pretty bad to have committed such a terrible attempt at changing the subject.” Said Oat Milk smugly.

“If you must know, our parents are at the tavern just further down the street, Y/n walked in there too with a couple of friends, she looked very mad, hopefully she doesn’t have an axe, she might not feel like missing this time.” Laughed Almond Milk.

“How do you know-? Nevermind, thank you.”

Dark Cacao met back up with the others before heading towards the tavern, surely enough, there you were at the bar, eating an entire tub of ice cream. Hollyberry and Affogato patting your shoulders while they, as well as White Lily, were consoling you.

Before he could walk up to you, Pure Vanilla grabbed him by the sleeve, “Remember friend, be gentle.”

“I know.” Replied Dark Cacao.

As he approached you, the others in the group stepped aside to give you both privacy, before you could ask Affogato where he and the others were going, you were met with those amethyst eyes, filled with remorse.

You quickly turn away from him, “Your highness, I must ask you to not look at me when I’m in such a state of distress.”

“I’ve seen you like this many times.”

“Dark Cacao has seen me like this many times hiccup and you’ve made it very clear that you are not him, he would trust me, that crown has taken away my dearest friend.”

He looks around at the bustling tavern, no doubt there were people listening in on the conversation, surely there was a way to coerce you somewhere more appropriate, people may get the wrong idea, there are already rumors.

“Would it not be better to discuss this somewhere more private?”

“I have no need to leave with you anywhere.”

“You’ve been shivering since I have arrived, you require a hot meal or beverage, the ice cream is only making you colder and while your armor is a marvelous sight. . .” He pulls at the neckline of the armor beneath your hooded cloak, revealing a bit of redness, “. . .its irritating your dough, a change into some soft garments will do you well, I understand if you still do not wish to leave with me after the things I have said, but it is clear you are not comfortable and I do not wish to see you in pain. . . .please Y/n.”

He places a hand on top of yours and you turn your hand over to hold his, “. . .okay.”

You get up and stumble a bit, but he catches you, helping you regain your balance, you barely notice every gaze within the tavern, all staring at the sight before them, the king and his knight, it will only make the rumors worse. You stare at the ground, there was no point in hiding your face but at least you could turn away from all the watchful eyes as you stepped toward the exit of the tavern.

“Turn your gazes and do not mistake friendship for romance, the king is helping his friend who is very obviously in distress, it is not anything more or anything less of kindness, be grateful to have a king with such a heart!!” Shouted Affogato to the other customers of the tavern, all of their eyes immediately going back to their drinks and meals as you and Dark Cacao made your exit.

Once in the citadel, you change into some softer clothes, Dark Cacao waited outside of your quarters in case you fell over and required assistance. Once you came out, you both went over to the kitchen, you checked the fridge for ingredients but your friend had insisted that he would make a meal for you as you have done many times for him. You smiled and nodded before heading to the dining room and taking a seat, the chairs were so comfy and you could hear the soothing waves of the licorice sea. You feel your thoughts drifting, the peace lulling you into a state of rest as your eyes gently closed.

You wake up in the same spot, except it was practically pitch black within the citadel, you must have overslept, you shiver, your breath like smoke as you exhale, trying your best to navigate through the building. You find yourself in the center of a hallway and it’s only when you see the shadowy figure ahead you realize you had to run, this nightmare had only one ending. But despite how fast you felt you were moving, your pace was like that of a snail, soon the other figure appeared and you finally braced yourself. First came the sting of being impaled, the jam flowing down your body, you managed to capture a sight of one of the shadows gazes, it seemed upset, almost hurt.

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna be okay.”

“Y/n. . . .Y/n!! . .” You heard the shadowy figure, it sounded angry.

“Y/n, wake up! You’re having a nightmare.”

You gasp as you awaken in your seat, Dark Cacao wraps his arms around you in a hug and you immediately reciprocate, grabbing onto him as you catch your breath.

“Was it the same one again?”

“Mhm. . .”

“The shadows cannot reach you here, you will be alright.” He slowly releases you, his gloved hands drying your eyes as they have done many times before.

In front of you was a steaming hot plate of candy pasta, you had only ever had the dish a handful of times at the Hollyberry Kingdom, it’s especially popularly ordered between couples. You pick up your fork and twirl it into the pasta, the taste was immaculate, it was even better than the times you had eaten it before.

“You made this?”

“I. . .learned a bit from the elderly woman at the inn I had been staying at.”

“It’s delicious.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you like it.”

You enjoyed the rest of your meal before washing up, much to Dark Cacao’s protest, then you both walked out onto the citadel walls. You look out to the sea, it was peaceful, the breeze sent a chill down your spine, Dark Cacao removes his cloak, wrapping it around you. As he slowly pulls his arms away, you grab onto the one wrapped around your shoulders, he keeps it around you and you stare into those precious gemstone eyes once more. The only thing that mattered was this moment, your friend, your secret crush, how you wish he shared your feelings, but you couldn’t dare to risk this. As long as his beautiful eyes, so full of determination, stayed in your life, then there was nothing more that you would wish for. Little did you know, he shared in this romantic sorrow, looking into your eyes, at your face, and you were wrapped in his cloak, you looked breathtaking, you were always breathtaking, but he too could never risk your discomfort should you not reciprocate these feelings.

“Dark Cacao. . .” You whispered.

“Yes.” He replied quietly.

“It’s getting late, perhaps we should turn in for the night.”

“Perhaps. . .would you mind if I walked you to your chambers? Please, do not hesitate to refuse me.”

“I could never refuse you my dear friend.”

You both walk back into the citadel, side by side, his arm never leaving you, once at the door, you turn to him to say goodbye but he stops you.

“I had been meaning to apologize for my actions earlier, I did not mean to cause you emotional distress by coming off as condescending, I view you as a fierce and unshakable warrior, nothing will ever change that, but as your friend I also wish to protect you, but I understand you want to make your own decisions and with that you will also face your own battles, such is life, could you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

“It is I who should be asking for forgiveness, you had your reasons for being protective, what happened was not okay and you were merely concerned with me going through that pain again, I could never stay angered at you when your heart was in the right place, I accept your apology, could you ever accept mine?”

“Of course, I shall leave you to get your rest then, have a good night Y/n.”

Before he leaves, you walk up to him and get on your tip toes to reach his face, before he can ask what you were doing, you kissed him on the cheek, “Have a good night Dark Cacao.”

You head back to the door and retreat into your quarters, Dark Cacao held a hand up to his face where you kissed him, could there be a chance you felt the same? He savored the moment with every step he took towards his quarters as he retired for the night.

[pippyartz]

Do you mind sharing information about your Sam's au or is it too soo

I WOULD LOVE TOO :3 the name of this au is “LINKED” (buckle up gonna try to give a somewhat quick description not tooooo much detail but yknow, ignore any spelling mistakes this is a lot of words)

So I’ll start with ruin, his backstory starts like the original, him and his monty where a thing and all that, and eventually the creator decides to along his merry way and let the virus loose. But in this au the virus works a little differently, instead of just having to be in that universe for it to affect you, you have to be bitten by an infected so pretty much zombie apocalypse. Ruin was not infected with the virus by any of his friends and eventually all them just die with the world.

That’s when ruin and his creator leave that planet in a space ship, then ruin is sent out on his three year journey searching for a wither star (making an insane amount of ex’s along the way cause he didn’t know how to cope with the loss of his Monty heh) when the last yr hits he does finally stumble upon a wither star, via his ship crash lands into that universe leaving him stranded. This world is mostly rotted away and has very outdated tech so he has to start from scratch to get himself out of there. This wither shard that lives here happens to be sentient and is the cause of any sentient being’s death on this planet.

Ruin ends up falling for this shard (solstice is his name) still trying to fix his broken love life and it didn’t help this guy was buff…we all know ruins type..anyway lol. Their relationship is more of they’re both using each other. Ruin trying to fix a hole in his heart and solstice just lives for feeding off sentient beings. How solstice works, we know wither shards naturally try to draw ppl to them so bc solstice is sentient he learned being flirtatious and tempting usually did the trick.

Near the end of ruins last year he finally gets his ship back up and running and is starting to see just how toxic his relationship with solstice is so like the gentleman he is….he just dips out, without a word back to his creator leaving solstice. When ruin finally returns after 3yrs no contact with his creator his punishment is being infected with the virus and thrown into a random dimension, that dimension being where our au takes place. Pause on that for now to talk about solars back story

Solar in our au is aroace bisexual, wich in his case hes attracted to both men and women, but he struggles to be as emotionally close with them as he would want to be. The main reason for this is just a general eclipse thing with the unintentional fear they keep with them regarding abandonment issues, so with relationships they can still like a person and love them, they just have that barrier in them that prevents them from fully embracing it.

Solar never really thought much about romantic interests before ever since what happened to him. In our au, he had a simular upbringing as eclipse, only difference is he confronted moon and sun about it, full of anger, instead of holding it in and going straight to revenge like eclipse did. after his sun and moon found out about Solars existence, sun tride to help him and spends more time with solar, which made solar start to have feelings for sun, just for the amount of care and want he felt from someone for the first time. But we all know how it turned out afterwards, the plan failed, sun died, and after solar was blamed, being physically and mentally abused and drained by the same man who abandoned him in the first place, and wanted nothing more for him to just die, his moon.

After sun died, and that was happening to him, solar still made it his gole to help in anyway he can, because thats what sun would have wanted. so while moon did nothing but focus on sun, solar managed the daycare, micanics, and more, not giving himself brakes what so ever, constantly drowning himself in working to show his worth and that he can be useful for somthing, all which were not acknowledged, Moon not careing nore did any of the other glamrocks. Moon ended up making solar transfer himself out of suns original body, using an un-used scraped eclipse model that was made a while ago, and which caused him huge amounts of pain and struggles trying to fix himself to be functional again.

After he met this dimensions lunar and Moon (Nexus), he kept it in note for himself, and used it as soon as his moon snapped and tried to kill him, leaving solar physically damaged, but he was able to get through the portal and close it, soon after moving into the dimension hes at now.

When he first gets there he feels unwanted and in the way, but still works hard to prove himself to them, suprised and feels weird when hes thanked for the things he does for them. During this time is when he talks more with eclipse, discovering they are a lot alike, becoming closer with him and getting along well.

Solar now even though he has a family still keeps the habits of working himself half to death, even if hes getting better at learning to relax and sleep, he sometimes doesn't know what to do with himself if hes not working and it bothers him whenever hes not doing something productive, making him feel like hes slacking off or not proving himself to be useful and hes worth keeping around, scared of being abandoned again if hes not wanted.

Back to after ruin is thrown into this dimension and is infected, it’s basically the same as cannon lore how they get the cure to the virus, but it’s a different dimension. The dimension they get sent to is a horror dimension, and sun and moon had to deal with that for a while until they come across a ship, ruins creator who resides in it. Once they deal with him and get the cure they once again follow the cannon lore with the help of solar getting back, and then the scene plays out as it was in the show with how ruin is ‘cured’ tho the cure in ruins case doesn’t completely eradicate it, it just keeps it subdued which means it can come back (which it has but that’s a side story)

Once ruin is cured things are peaceful. Ruin and solar start hanging out more and ruin starts to develop a crush on solar. Everything’s fine until we get to the arc where ruin goes and kills all those dimensions including solars. Instead of ruin keeping it a secret tho, in this au he actually confronts them about it, solar obviously doesn’t want to die but after a few weeks he finally does agree with it since ruin also told him he would find a way to bring him back afterward, and seeing as this was really the only option they had in the amount of time they where given not wanting to deal with the creator counsel. The only ones that didn’t agree where moon (nexus) and eclipse (but eclipse didn’t speak up about it)

After everything is said and done a few weeks go by and ruin builds solar his knew body (all the refs for the characters are on my tumblr, but only the characters I designed) now everything is back to normal ish once again, ruin and solar end up starting to date then eventually they get married. (And they do have a kid who’s name is elio but I need to redo his ref)

For eclipse in this au, it basically sticks to canon the only difference is he’s trans. So once he gets ahold of the star he’s able to change his body to more of a male look. And one big difference in the lore is when eclipse figures out that if lunar comes back the astral will come here and cause a bunch of issues. So he goes to the daycare trying to warn them, seeing they aren’t listening and are about to kill him, so to show that he’s serious he rips the star out of his chest dropping it into the ball pit.

They bring him to parts and service to fix him up and have a talk with him, pretty much in the end, they aren’t at each others throats anymore

Eclipse was close friends with solar after everything and once ruin appeared eclipse started to hate ruin for taking more of solars time and attention, his abandonment issues causing him fear of losing solar as a friend. So ruin and eclipses relationship starts out just playing pranks on each other as the pranks slowly start getting to a point where they could actually hurt someone, and at that point they actually hate each other

This character we haven’t had introduced yet so he doesn’t have any relationships with anyone yet

Clip is another eclipse from dark suns dimension, how he came to existence in the first place is when dark sun took his moons knowledge, he left out the kill code leaving it in a computer. The code over time formed and used the computer for its advantage learning and developing its own trates. It ended up transferring itself into an old eclipse model that was never used, right around when dark sun was working on the star. Once Clip got adjusted to the body he attempted to stop dark sun by taking the star from him, wich ended in them both being damaged from a blast of star power while fighting over it, Clip then being hit into the ball pit from the forse of it. He gets sent into our dimension with everyone else, disguising himself as a more moon- based model to not draw to much attention to himself from the others in the dimension aswell as to hide from dark sun.

And that’s a sum up of the sorry there’s plenty of side stories and roleplays we’ve done but that’s for another time anywayyyyy enjoy :3

All ma friends who we share this au with are ( @sushiepuff @mclocalartn3rd @st2awberry @quinzii )

[thatssonanii]

Chapter Seventeen

A/N: Finally I've come back *baldy voice* 😌😂 Soooooo...I realized I was putting tooooo much into this chapter so I moved some stuff to the next chapter but 17 is still that girl! Lol! ENJOY!! 🫖LIKE, SHARE, COMMENT, REBLOG🫖

Warning: Cursing, Mentions of Death, slight violence/aggression, mentions of abortion EXCUSE ANY TYPOS, 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

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Masterlist

Chapter Sixteen

“Bereaved parent headed your way,” Toni whispered as she breezed by Moriah.

Quickly, Moriah took a deep breath to calm her nerves. When she looked up, she looked directly into Nia’s mother’s eyes and her heart lurched into her throat turning into an uncomfortable lump in her throat. Though only a few seconds it felt like an eternity before the two met on the side of the ED hallway.

“Hey, Mrs. Jones.” Moriah greeted, fidgeting with her badge reel. “Um, if you’re looking for Dr. Harris, I can take you upstairs to his office.”

“No,”she shook her head, “I came to talk to you. If that’s okay, Nurse DeBreaux.”

She badly wanted to say no, in fear that Mrs. Jones was trying to set her up on recording, cuss her out or jump her. All things she would understand but still didn’t want to happen. Mrs. Jones noticed her hesitation and tried to give her a reassuring smile.

“I promise I’m not here to hurt you or anything, I just wanna talk. Please.”

Moriah made eye contact with Toni, who gave her a slight nod. “Sure, follow me, Mrs. Jones.”

Moriah led her to the break room and offered for the two of them to sit at one of the tables. They sat across each other in silence. Moriah didn’t plan on saying anything until the other woman did.

“I um … I wanna start off by saying that I apologize for pushing you and screaming at you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Mrs. Jones,” she stopped seeing the other woman put a hand up.

“Call me Amira, please.”

“Okay, um, Amira, You don’t have to apologize for that. It was a very intense and unexpected situation. That was a very valid reaction.”

“I do need to though,” she sighed, ‘You took such good care of Nia. She was so scared when we got to the emergency room the first time but when we got to the pediatrics floor from the moment you came into the room to introduce yourself, you made her feel so much better.”

“I’m glad I could do that for her. She deserved it.” Moriah took a chance, reaching across the table to gently hold one of Amira’s hands, a small smile on her face. “When I went home I would always tell my boyfriend about my favorite little patient. He was actually the one that found her little gopher game I gave her. I couldn’t find it and I felt so bad cause I promised to find it. Then him and his best friend drove two hours to pick it up. It was all worth it seeing the smile on her face.”

Amira wiped away her tears. “Yeah, she played that game all day and took it everywhere she went. She told everybody that Nurse Rye got it for her cause she was your favorite.”

Moriah laughed a little. “I can imagine it. I know you’re not doing alright so I won’t ask but if there is anything I can do for you, please let me know.”

“Actually, there is something.” Moriah nodded for her to go ahead, hoping it wasn’t something she was going to have to say no to. “Her service is in two days, I know she would want you there and me and my husband would like for you to be there. Is there any way you can come?”

Biting her lip, Moriah thought for a moment. She knew Toni would be able to finagle it for her to be off for a few hours to do so but a part of her wasn’t sure if she could handle it. The dreams, or nightmares rather, had finally stopped and she didn’t want them to return. But .. it was the least she could do.

“Just let me check with my supervisor but I should be able to come. Here, take my number,” Moriah paused waiting for her to pull her phone out and rattled off her number, “Send me the information, please.”

Amira smiled, tears glistened in her eyes. “Thank you. I appreciate you and Dr. Harris.”

“I’ll be sure to pass along that message. If you need anything else, you have my number. Use it.”

After they talked for a little while longer, Moriah parted ways with the grieving mother and went back to join Toni at the wraparound desk. She rested a bit of her weight on her friend, waiting for her to finish up her phone call. From the way she was talking, she could tell that it was Bronco and absolutely not a patient or another hospital employee on the line which brought a small smile to her face. The couple had come a long way, she had to admit Bronco had much more patience with Toni’s constant declaration of them being friends and friends only than she would have thought.

“How was it?” Toni asked once she hung up.”You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. She wanted to apologize and asked me to come to the service.” Moriah answered solemnly.

“When is it?”

“In a couple of days. She’s supposed to send me the rest of the information. Do you think I can get a few hours off to go? I’ll come as soon as it’s over.”

Toni laughed a little under her breath. “You don’t have to use those doe eyes on me. You know I’m not gonna say no. You need to go, I think it’ll be good for you.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, for one,” she started pausing to direct a few of the nurses, “It’ll bring you some closure to the whole situation. And for two, it’ll help you with your grieving over Angel. It won’t be his service obviously but a child nonetheless. I’m sure it’ll bring up some unresolved feelings and regrets and because of that I’m gonna give you the whole day.”

With a frown on her face, Moriah turned her body to stare at her friend. “I don’t need a whole day. Even if that does happen, work will help me feel better. I feel like you just tryna get rid of me.”

“Girl, please.” Toni laughed. “I couldn’t get rid of you if I tried. But work will not make you feel better, it’ll just help you push those feelings back down and we’re not doing that.”

“You think you just know everything,” Moriah sassed playfully.

“Don’t think, I know I know everything.” She laughed. “Zilla should be able to go with you, right?”

“I think so. If not, I’ll be okay to go alone.”

Toni squinted at her. “No, you won’t. So you need to ask him now if he can go. If he can’t then I will go or you call and have your mother in law or auntie come here to go.”

“No, no, all three of you have to work. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

“You heard what I said. Call that man and ask him,” Toni fussed passing her the receiver, “Matter of fact, call his number out and I’ll dial.”

Moriah sucked her teeth. “You act like you don’t trust me.”

“Cause I don’t. Number, please.”

After dialing the number, Toni turned the volume up on the phone so she would be able to hear the conversation without disturbing the ED by putting the call on speaker. Moriah hoped her boyfriend was busy with work so he wouldn’t answer the phone and just as she thought luck was on her side, he answered slightly out of breath.

“My bad, baby. What’s up? You good?” He asked all in one breath.

She rolled her eyes at her grinning friend before answering. “Yeah, I’m okay. Were you busy?”

“Not for you. What’s up?” He asked once more. He was trying to gauge the situation with her tone but she was giving him very little to work with. “Toni good?”

“Toni is fine, gettin on my nerves,” she complained with an eye roll, “But um Nia’s service is in a couple days. Do you think you’ll be able to come with me? If you can't, that's okay, I’ll find someone else to go with me.”

He spoke to Booker in the background for a few minutes before answering her. “Uuuuh, I really don’t know, Fat but ima try. I might have to travel for Smackdown.”

“Then no, go to that. That’s important, Zay, I don’t wanna take you from that.”

He sighed a bit. “It ain’t really set in stone yet. We just goin to do a backstage thing but I should know by the end of the day. If I can’t, can Toni go witchu? Ion want you goin by yaself.”

“Toni has to work but if you can’t go then I can go by,” she was cut off by Toni snatching the phone from her. When she tried to get the phone back, Toni popped her hands and told her to back up.

“Don’t listen to her. Her ass is not goin by herself,” Toni fussed, staring directly at her friend.

Zilla’s laughter carried through the phone. “I agree witchu. Ion like the thought of her goin by herself. That’s a lot. She ca’ hear me?”

She turned the phone down a bit. “Not anymore.”

“Heey!” Moriah pouted. “That’s rude! Me and Bronco don’t do that to yall.”

“Girl, go check on your patients. The grown folks is talking. Shoo.” Toni waited until she left from the desk and into one of the bays. “Alright, she’s gone. What’s up?”

“I know I ain’t gon be able to go. I told her I wasn’t sure and would let her know but I can’t.” He huffed. “If you can’t then I’ll get my mama to come go with her.”

“Sounds good to me and I agree. I think it would be better if your mom went with her, not that I mind going but she’ll have someone with her afterwards because I would have to come to work.”

“I trust your opinion, T. You think she should be goin to that?” He worried about the after effects it could have on her, if it would undo all the progress she had made.

Toni looked around making sure she didn’t see Moriah. “Yeah, I think it’ll be good for her. Give her some closure with the whole thing and help her progress a little further with her grief over Angel.”

Zilla hummed, agreeing with her. “Yeah, yeah, you right. Ima go head and get my mama a flight.”

“Alright, I won’t say anything. You get back to work.”

“Aight,” Zilla’s voice faded for a second, “Oh Bronco want me to tell you something.”

She chuckled. “I just talked to him. What does he want?”

Zilla asked his friend to repeat it one more time and laughed. “He said don’t forget that Javi gon be at a sleepover tonight so you know what that mean.”

Laughing loudly, Toni quickly apologized to the people standing near her. “Tell him to leave me alone. I’m going back to work. Goodbye.”

Once Moriah was done checking on her patients, she sulked back to the nurses station continuing to pout at her friend. Toni could feel her constant stare, a small smile formed on her face but she didn’t turn to face her or acknowledge her.

“Was everything okay with them?” She asked without looking away from her work.

“They were fine,” she sassed. “But I’m not.”

“Do you need to be checked out?”

Moriah stomped her feet playfully. “No, I need my friend to pay attention to me. Stop ignoring me.”

“Nobody’s ignoring you, crazy.” She laughed. “I just already know that you’re pouting and I don’t wanna see that.”

Moriah moved closer, poking her lip out even more and pushing her friend. “Toniiiiiiiiii. You can’t ignore me. You better ask Zay, I’m like a hemorrhoid. I always come back.”

“Girl,” she laughed loudly, “I’m about to send your lil ass home. What is it that you want?”

A triumphant smile spread across Moriah’s face as her friend finally turned to look at her. “I wanna know what you and that man was talking about.”

“You already know what we were talking about, Rye.”

“Nah uhn cause you shooed me away.”

“Because you would’ve kept tryna tell us that you can go by yourself and we don’t wanna hear that. I know that your mama made you feel like you couldn’t turn to anybody and that you have to deal with things on your own but you don’t. You’ve got a big ass support system, let us do something sometimes. Okay?”

Moriah nodded solemnly as she rubbed her temples. “I hate it when you make sense.”

“Mmm,” she answered, eyeing the younger girl, “What’s wrong with your head?”

“I’m fine, just a little headache. It’ll go away.”

“Uhuh. Did you eat today?”

“Yes, mother. I ate breakfast and I bought my lunch.”

Toni watched her a little longer, noting the rubbing never stopped. “And you’ve had water? I haven’t seen your cup up here all day.”

“I,” Moriah started then stopped, “Maybe I forgot it in my locker.”

“Girl, go get that water and drink it. Is this the first headache you’ve had all day?”

Moriah started to back away from her, headed for the break room. “No. It’s been on and off since we left Atlanta a few days ago.”

“You need to make sure you tell the doctor about that at your appointment. That could be important to note.” She yelled after her, making Moriah frown.

“What appointment, T?”

“With the specialist next week, Rye. Did you forget that quick?” She chuckled.

Racking her brain for a good fifteen seconds, Moriah tried to remember the appointment until it hit her. She had pushed it to the back of her mind after she and Zilla had made the appointment or at least that’s what she was going to tell anyone else who asked.

“No, I didn’t forget. I just wasn’t thinking about it.” She retorted smartly.

Again, Toni chuckled. “First you forgot the water, now you’re forgetting your appointment. Do you know where your car keys are?” Moriah flipped her friend off before turning to walk the rest of the way to the break room. “Not my fault your memory is bad.”

At the performance center, the talent had gone in and out of meetings with Shawn and both Pauls with the upcoming appearance of Dewayne. They wanted it to be clear how things were to go especially with the talent who would have run-ins with said man. Zilla was the last one they met with per Dewayne. He couldn’t count how many years it had been since he’d seen his older cousin, it might have been a little while after his father died but his memory was hazy on that. Getting into the office, Zilla took notice of Shawn and both Pauls and beside Heyman sat Dewayne and Ava. He greeted all of them before taking a seat.

“Sorry to have you wait so long. I’m sure you’re dying to know what we’ve got for you.” Paul started then gestured to his bigger cousin. “Dewayne thinks very highly of you as does the rest of your family which is why myself, Heyman, and Dewayne thought of this. As you know I asked you to travel to Smackdown but didn’t tell you why. Dewayne would you like to?”

Dewayne smiled that wide smile, extending a hand slap to his younger cousin. “So we're two months away from Wrestlemania and we wanna go big. We already have Bloodline taking over Raw and Smackdown but we need NXT as well right? We have Simone now she’ll be GM,” he explained gesturing to his daughter, “And we have you. We’re going to have you with her, sort of like an enforcer for her but not a mute like Sefa. When the time is right, we’re going to add a few more of the cousins but for right now just you and Simone. You following?”

He nodded quickly looking at all of them individually. “Yeah, I got you.”

“Good, so on Friday you’re gonna do a run in and tear the whole place down. You got me?”

“Yeah, then what?”

Dewayne chuckled. “Tuesday, Aldis is gonna come to NXT and him and her will have a thing then you attack him.”

The meeting went on for another two hours because as Zilla found out, Dewayne loved to talk especially about himself and his involvement with everything. By the end of the talk, he felt good, he felt excited and he couldn’t wait to share the news with his girlfriend. The only issue was the sporadic traveling he would have to do on those weeks they wanted him on Raw and Smackdown. It wouldn’t be too often but enough that he would be away.

Dewayne stopped him in the hallway and beckoned him over to where he stood with his daughter.

“What’s up?” He asked, looking between them.

“Just wanted to reintroduce you to my daughter, Simone. Not sure if you remember her. Yall were really little the last time you saw each other.” He placed a loving kiss on the crown of her head.

Zilla moved in to give her a tight, one armed hug. “I don’t but you still lil cuz no matter what. Preciate you for picking me for this, Dewayne. Ima do yall proud.”

“I remember you a little bit,” she admitted, her hands behind her back, her nails digging into the palms of her hands.

“I know you will. I have no doubt about that. Don’t wanna keep you from whatever you were doing. I’ve got your number now so I’ll let you know if anything comes up.” Dewayne waited until Zilla walked off to turn and face his daughter. “You remember what I told you, Simone?”

“Yeah but why do I have to do that? You’ve been handling it so far. I’m not getting anything out of it.” She complained.

Quickly, he snatched his glasses off and stared into her eyes. “Do you not have this easy job that you’re getting paid way more than you ought to, Simone? Your contract has many perks in it that some of these people would give their souls to have. That’s why you have to do it.”

“I was fine wrestling,” she shot back, arms now folded across her chest.

“Uhuh and they wanted to get rid of your ass cause you and wrestling was like oil and water. I saved your ass and now you’re gonna do what I asked you to do. Are we clear?”

Anger ran rampant through her body, if anybody looked too closely at her they might see steam coming from her ears. She stared back at her father. “Why are you helping this lady ruin their relationship?”

“It’s a long story that I’m not gonna bother telling you because you still wouldn’t understand.” He spat harshly. “Just do what I asked you to do. That girl is moving too slowly, I need you to light a fire under her ass starting now. I want this shit done by Summer Slam or you’ll be back to the unemployment line. I’m sure AEW will take you in.”

Pressing another kiss to her head, Dewayne put his glasses back on and strolled away the cockiness and swagger still very present. Nadine had a way of doing things that got messy because she was too emotionally involved so he did what needed to be done so the both of them could live in peace. There was just one more piece of the puzzle that needed to be taken care of to make sure everything stuck.

Getting to catering, Simone looked around until she spotted her target. She sucked her teeth when she saw her playing kissy face with Trick. Going over to the table, she tapped Gia harshly on the shoulder. She chuckled when she saw the irritation on the woman’s face. Same here, she thought to herself.

“Excuse us, Trick. I need to speak with her.” Simone said then turned on her heels knowing the other woman was behind her. She didn’t stop until she got to the office she would be using.

“You know why you’re here.”

“Listen, like I told you dad I don’t know what more to do. I’ve been trying and he’s not going for it.” She huffed. “He loves her and I’m not enough to change that.”

Simone walked close to her until she had the shorter woman backed into the wall. “Either you’re gonna do whatever it takes to get this done or you’re gonna wish you never brought your ass down here. He’s a man, it doesn’t take much to get him in a compromising position.”

“That’s your cousin. I get why your dad is doing it I guess but you. Why are you trying to come in between his happiness?” Gia’s voice quivered as she spoke. It was hard to speak with the frog in her throat.

Simone frowned at her words. “What do you know about why he’s doing this?”

Gia started to retell the conversation she had overheard between Dewayne and who she now knows as Nadine. It was the first day she had come down to Florida to start at the performance center. Dewayne ubered her from the airport to the penthouse he was staying in. He had her waiting in the living room while the two finished their conversation.

“Listen, listen, don’t worry about them. Calm down, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Dewayne cooed, his voice muffled through the closed door. “I told you to just let it be.”

“How can I when she’s ruining everything?”

There was silence that led Gia to believe he was either kissing or hugging the mystery woman.

“She’s not ruining anything, she’s just blinded right now. Listen, those Fatu men always show their true colors. I know my family. Why do you think so many of them are divorced or have fathered multiple broken homes?”

There were some sniffles that made Gia extremely uncomfortable. She felt like she was impeding on something personal, the thought to make a hasty exit came to her until she heard his voice move closer to the closed door.

“This thing will take care of itself, Nadine and then you and I can be together like we’ve always wanted. Okay?”

Moments later the door swung open and his big body stepped out of it, making sure to close it up tightly behind him. She stood from her spot on the sofa to shake his hand, taking note of how her hand was swallowed by his. He gestured for her to sit as he did so, a big smile plastered on his face.

“Glad you made it here safely, Gia. I won’t keep you long but I wanted to go over a few things before I let you loose. Is that okay?” He asked, not really caring about her answer either way. Her meek nod made his smile widen even more like an animal finding its prey. “Zilla is who you need to get. He may be a tough cookie to crack but he will crack. You’ll do what you can to make that happen as we’ve discussed before. Right?”

She nodded once more. “Can I … Can I ask a question?”

“Sure. Fire away.”

“Well, I don’t mean for this to sound rude or judgy but,” she sighed softly, “Why are you doing this to your cousin? I mean is she a bad person or?”

Her body shook seeing the flash of anger in his eyes while his smile never faltered. It was creepy to say the least. He rubbed a hand over his bald head, exhaling through his nose harshly.

“Not that it’s your business but she’s not a bad person, this is just a bad relationship that neither of them should be in.” He explained gently, underlying anger in his tone.

She nodded but then her lips started to move faster than her brain could stop her. “It’s a bad relationship because you and that woman can only be together if they’re not?” The smile was gone, replaced with a deadly look in his eyes and a frown to match. The anger rolled off of him in waves, bringing heat and fear to Gia’s body. “I … I–I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I—I just wanted to know.”

“You just make sure you get this done or I’ll have to renege on our deal. Are we clear?” She nodded frightfully. “Words!’ He barked, scaring a shriek out of her.

“Ye–yes, we’re cl–clear.”

“Good. Leave.” He ordered watching her scramble to get onto her feet and walked to the door. He called out to her just as she turned the knob, stopping her in her tracks. “I’ll be checking up on you. The faster you work, the happier I’ll be. And as far as the deal goes … you want me happy, Gia Miller.”

Nadine … Nadine … Nadine

The name sounded so familiar to Simone but she couldn’t place it. It wasn’t anybody she was related to but she couldn’t place the name. The sudden shuffle of feet brought Simone out of her thoughts. She glared down, hot air from her nostrils heating up Gia’s forehead.

“Nadine. Who is Nadine?’ Simone asked with irritation in her voice. “I know you know.”

Gia stuttered until Simone slapped the wall next to her head and she screamed. “Na-nadine is um she’s the girlfriend’s mom. She’s her mom and I guess her and your dad are in some kind of relationship. That’s it, that’s all I know.”

“What? A relationship?” Simone repeated. Disbelief washing over until it hit her, she cursed under her breath. “Get out and go do what you’re here to do. Stay out of Trick’s face and I mean it.”

Without a second thought, Gia scurried out of the office thankful to get away while the latter went to collapse into her office chair. Her memories flooded back to her with all of the random play dates she’d had with this little girl that her dad said to keep a secret, the supposed daddy daughter dates that turned into daddy daughter and this other lady dates. This is why he wanted her to do this, so that he could be with this woman with no problems. He was using her like he always did. Simone always wanted love and attention from her father but as she got older she realized the only time she got it from him was when he wanted to use her.

Still trying to pull back old memories, her phone started to buzz on the desk in front of her. She answered without looking at it.

“What?”

“Damn, lil cuz. What I do to you?”

Simone exhaled harshly realizing it was only Josh. “Sorry, you caught me at a bad time. What’s going on though?”

“Oh my bad, I can call you later or something. I ain’t mean to bother you.” He told her quickly. “Or if you wanna talk about it, we can do that.”

“No, noo,” she answered quickly, “It’s okay. Go on.”

He paused for a few moments to give her space to change her mind, continuing on when she didn’t. “Heard you and Zilla traveling with us to Smackdown, we gon go out to eat and prolly party a lil bit. Yall coming.”

She laughed a little. “It sounds like you’re telling me and not asking me, Josh.”

“Glad you know it,” he exclaimed happily. “He can finally go somewhere without that damn girl on his hip and have a good time.”

“You talkin about his girlfriend?”

“Mmmhh. Her. You met her yet?”

Simone rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “Can’t say that I have but it sounds like you don’t like her. Why don’t you?”

“I don’t. At all. Her mama wither but I can’t get into it right now cause my brothers finna be with me but we’ll talk when I see you.”

That brought a smile to her face, she knew that the men in her family liked to confide in each other so maybe he could tell her something about Zilla and Moriah thatGia could use to get the job done.

“Sounds good to me.”

“I think we all gon fly out together but if not, let me know when yall get to the hotel.”

When they hung up, Simone leaned back in her chair with a smile on her face. This could really work out in her favor but she wondered why he brought up Nadine. But knowing that he was one of her older cousins, she knew he was privy to a lot of family information that the younger generations weren’t. The more information she could pump out of her cousin, the better.

The day of the service came much quicker than Moriah anticipated. Since finding out all the details, she had been trying to prepare herself to face it but now that she stood on the mirror doing her makeup, she was stuck. Halfway done and she started to panic wondering what everything would be like, the atmosphere, the feel, how her parents would be. Her thoughts were crippling her but she willed her tears away for the time being.

“Manamea,” Leata called out, knocking on the frame of the bathroom door. “You okay? I usually hear you singing while you get dressed.”

As much as Moriah fought with her boyfriend and best friend about being able to go by herself, she was glad they knew better than she did and planned accordingly. When she was waiting for Zilla to check his bag, Leata approached her with a wide smile and a warm hug. She threw herself into Zilla’s arms once she was able to let go of Leata, thanking him profusely and kissing all over his face. And now seeing her stand in the doorway made her even more thankful.

“I think I’m okay. My mind is just racing,” she admitted softly.

Leata approached her, gently sliding the makeup brush from her hand and put her hands on her shoulders, “Look at me, Rye. Let’s take some slow, deep breaths together. In … out. Slowly.”

Following her instructions, her heart rate, thoughts and anxiety started to slow until it was back to normal. The exertion of her thoughts had tired her out and she hadn’t left the house yet. Feeling the tension still lingering in her body Leata hugged her tight, rubbing soothing circles on her back.

“See? You’re okay. It’s all just your mind trying to scare you with its what ifs,” she encouraged softly, “It's that part of the mind you really wanna tell to shut the hell up sometimes but we don’t because its voice is a little louder than we can be at the time. But then another part of our mind protects us and brings our thoughts back to important things. Like your favorite headache, if he’s getting on his cousins’ nerves yet.”

She laughed softly, pulling away from the hug. “I’m sure him and Jon are getting on Sefa’s nerves since they met up.”

“Yeah, i’m inclined to agree. But I feel sorry for the poor people who have to deal with them all while they're traveling,” she joked. “But better them than us, no?” Moriah agreed softly. “I’m pretty much done getting dressed so how I about I finish your makeup? It’ll be like when you were in high school. You remember I did your makeup for your first date with my big head son?”

“Thank you. I remember that,” she laughed. “You did my makeup and Auntie Kami did my hair. EJ volunteered to drive us.”

“And Arthur and Naio had to help him pick somewhere to take you. That boy thought you were getting pretty for him to take you to McDonalds or whatever.” Leata admitted through her laughter.

Moriah stared at her until she busted out laughing. Leate guided her to have a seat on the closed toilet lid. “I mean not that I would’ve minded but he was really gonna do that?”

“Yup,” she responded, finishing Moriah’s foundation, “There and to the arcade like you two did every other weekend.”

“I can believe all of it. That’s my Zay.”

Leata continued to tell little stories while she did Moriah’s makeup, trying and succeeding in keeping her mind occupied.

“Your first time traveling with us and your ass glued to that damn phone. Shit, maybe Rye was right,” Sefa joked. Zilla immediately looked up from his phone, a playful glare on his face and flipped him off. “Don’t be mad cause she was right. You finna cry, ain’t it?”

“Boy, fuck you. Ain’t nobody finna cry.” Zilla barked out through his laughter.

Jon smacked Zilla’s arm laughing. “That’s right, tell em ain’t nobody gon cry without Rye. She at the house cryin without you with her big head ass.”

The two slapped hands, agreeing with each other while Sefa looked between the two still laughing.

“Aight now, number six, don’t get beside yourself. Not too much on my homie, I’d hate to tell her that you need to move down the list some more.”

The laughter that filled the hotel room came to an abrupt stop when Josh rounded the corner with Simone in tow. They spoke to the younger woman but only her being that Zilla had filled the two of them in on what happened between Josh and Moriah at the performance center and were still very much upset with him.

“Did we interrupt or?” Simone asked, very aware of the tension.

Before anyone else could say anything, Zilla rushed from his seat on the sofa barrelling towards Josh like a bat out of hell. He grabbed him by the collar of the too small polo shirt rushing him backwards until he hit the wall. His older and younger brother rushing behind them attempting to to diffuse the situation, Simone stood back confused.

“I should beat yo ass! Fuck you think you was doin talkin to her like that? Then you lied in my fuckin face, bitch! I shoulda beat ya ass the first time you said some shit about her!” Zilla yelled pointing a finger in his cousin’s face. “Talk that shit you was talkin to me. Tell me that shit!”

Jon tried to pry Zilla’s hands off of the shirt, while Josh held his hands up trying to show his cousin that he didn’t want to fight with him although that decision was no longer and probably had never been in his hands. Zilla kept replaying the conversation he had with Moriah about not fighting his cousin, the purpose being it would keep him from doing so because she had asked him not to and it was up to her. However, replaying the conversation had the opposite effect. Instead of thinking about the promise she made him agree with, all he could think about was the look and the tears in her eyes when she was telling him what happened. That alone was enough to take his own cousin’s head off. He had had enough of people trying to hurt her.

“Aye, aye, I know it was fucked up, uce but this ain’t the way to do that shit,” Sefa tried to reason with him. “Let’s talk.”

“Nah,” he said. His voice was low and steady.

Josh grabbed his younger cousin’s wrist and pushed him away as far as he could but the grip was still on his shirt. “See how angry she gettin you at your own family? Look at this shit, uce!”

Jon groaned, still trying to separate them. “You need to shut the hell up before we let him beat sense into your dumbass. Damn! Zilla, we get it. He shouldn’t have done that shit but think about your job. He can’t show up to work with visible bruises that he didn’t get from Monday night. Let’s just take a minute to cool off.” Jon slowly eased the hands off of Josh’s collar and held his wrists gently as he stepped into Zilla’s line of sight. “Simone gon take Josh to get us some food and me and Sefa gon stay and talk about this shit then talk it out when they get back. Okay?”

Zilla’s nostrils flared as he stared at his cousin, giving a quick nod. “Thank you. Sefa reach in my pocket and get my card out, give it to Josh. Josh and Simone yall get outta here and go get food.”

Zilla’s eyes followed Josh and Simone until he could no longer see them. His anger came out as a roar as he snatched away from Jon. His cousins gave him space to feel all of his emotions hoping he would all of the volatile ones out. While they watched, Zilla paced back and forth, his arms swinging at his side as he mumbled here and there.

“Say sum,” Sefa whispered.

Jon did a double take, his eyes wide in disbelief talking just as softly. “What? I just separated them. It’s your turn. Yall closer anyway.”

Sefa shook his head, “Don’t matter. You got better deescalating skills, you got it, big bruh.”

“Just say sum, he not about to bite my head off and I’m too old to fight him if he get to swingin’. You a spring chicken, go head.”

“Get on my damn nerves,” Sefa mumbled stepping closer. “He not here no more, just take some deep breaths. Don’t work yaself up and get your mind off what you gotta do tonight.”

“Go head with that, I ain’t tryna hear that shit. Fat more important than all this shit. I don’t give a fuck about gettin in trouble.”

Sefa glared at his brother with an ‘I told you so’ look before stepping back allowing them both space. Like Jacob, Sefa knew how their cousin got down about Moriah. He regretted a lot of shit he’s done in his life and the only exceptions are anything he’s done for or about Moriah.

“Nobody is sayin that she ain’t important, we all know how you feel about Rye and anybody disrespecting her but Sefa is right.” Jon held his hands up when Zilla looked up at him with the meanest mug he’s seen in a long while. “Your job got everything to do with Rye. You wanna take care of her and support her but you can’t do that how you wanna do that without your job. And if you’re gonna say fuck it and beat his ass, it’s a pretty good chance you won’t have this job no more.”

Zilla popped his knuckles, he tried to calm himself down but he was still seething with anger. The words Jon said to him were true, he understood it all but the lines always blurred a little when it came to her. After being away from her for years, unable to protect her, he made a promise to her and to himself that he wouldn’t ever let her go without protection and avenging any wrong done to her.

“Listen,” Sefa called out softly, “We not sayin that he don’t deserve to have his ass beat or that you should let him get away with what he said to Rye. All we sayin is he not worth ya livelihood. Just calm down and at some point while we together this weekend let em know verbally what it is goin forward. Aight?”

Zilla rubbed his face out of irritation. “Yeah, yall right. Plus, I can’t beat his ass anyway.”

“I know you ain’t scared.” Jon joked.

“Fuck no,” Zilla responded quickly with laughter, “Fat made me promise to just give him boundaries and shit. Said since he hurt her feelings that she should get to decide what happens to him.”

Jon and Sefa both laughed.

“So you was pump fakin? Had us thinking you was bout to beat uce ass forreal.”

“Oh nah,” he chuckled, “I was gon beat his ass cause I wasn’t thinkin bout that promise until you pulled me off em, uce. Fat was just gon have to be pissed at me so I guess she got you to thank for that.”

Jon grinned cheerfully. “Aye, that mean I can move up from number six. Can’t wait to tell her.”

“You childish as hell.”

“Shit you ain’t taking me and Arthur spot so you better hope for 4 or 5,” Sefa added walking back towards the sofa and tossed his phone towards him. “Your phone ringing, Zay. Catch.”

He caught it and answered quickly, seeing Moriah’s picture on the screen. “What’s up, Fat? You good?”

“Not Fat. It’s your mama,” she laughed softly.

A wide smile stretched across his face. “Oh what’s up, mama? You good? Why you callin from Fat phone?”

“Left mine in the car. I’m alright, Rye just needs some kind words from you.”

“Where she at? Something else happened?” He asked, now concerned. His cousins wondered out loud if everything was okay but he put up a finger and walked away from them to give himself a little privacy. “I can come home.”

“No, no, you don’t need to come home. Just encourage her and give her some reassurance when I give her the phone.”

“Zilla can do that but what happened?”

Leata sighed a little. “When we got to the church, she talked to Nia's parents and they asked her to leave what she got Nia in her casket. I went with her but she still didn’t react very well. She’s been crying and now she’s throwing up. So, please uplift her. She wants to stay for the service and repass so she’s gonna need that from you, Isayah.”

“I got you, Mama. Just give her the phone.” He assured her. While he waited to hear her voice, he filled his cousin’s in quickly. The two of them gave him some quick, last minute things he could say to her and how to make her feel. He stepped back from them when he heard rustling on the other end of the phone. “Fat,” he cooed softly.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” she hiccuped.

His heart ached at the sound of her voice. Having to be on the road instead of with her made him upset with himself. It was for the betterment of them and their future but he still didn’t like not being able to be there for her. The whole situation gave him a glimpse into what their relationship would have to endure during his career the higher he made it.

“You’re not and it’s okay to not be okay, Fat. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with feelin’ some shit. But when is it something wrong?” He asked, trying to coax the saying Dr. Barnes taught him out of her.

She hiccuped a few times trying to slow her breathing down. “It’s something wrong when I don't let myself feel something.”

“That’s right so just breathe and let yourself feel that shit, Fat. You got Mama right there with you, she got you. You know she not gon leave you.”

“Its harder than I thought it would be,” she whispered.

He nodded as if she could see him. “It is but it ain’t nothin’ you can’t do. You made it this far and I know how much it mean to you to go and how much it mean to Nia people. You strong as hell. You know that?”

“Not really.”

“Aye,” he called out a little louder, “What I say? Don’t downplay yaself, you are strong.”

She took in a big deep breath trying to ignore the returning wave of nausea that returned. “Okay.”

“Nah, say it.”

“Zay,” she laughed softly, bringing a smile to his face.

“Nah, that ain’t it. Try again.”

“I’m strong.”

Her voice came out softly, so much so he barely heard her.

“Can’t hear you. Say that shit again.” He demanded with a light chuckle. She repeated it a little louder and with more conviction. “Yeaah, that’s my girl. You just remember that, aight? I’m proud of you.”

Another giggle came through. “Thank you, Zay. I love you.”

“Luh you too, Fat. Call me when you need me. Aight?”

“Aight,” she mimicked playfully.

He spent a few more minutes talking to her before his mama called out to her for them to join the service. After ending the call, Zilla sent a few follow up encouragement texts and a few to make her smile for her to see afterwards. He joined his cousins, letting out a long breath as soon as he sat down.

“She good?” Sefa asked.

He nodded. “As good as she gon be right now. Ion know how she gon be afterwards though.”

“You think you needa go home?”

“Uhn uhn. I want to but if I did, she’d beat my ass for missing this to come home.” He joked. “She in good hands with my mama and I got her when I get home.”

Jon nodded, turning the television on. He searched through the channels. ‘So you know what you wanna say to Josh?”

“Shit, I know what I wanna say but I can’t say that. I got what me and Fat talked about to say to him.”

“How much different is your version from Rye’s?” Sefa asked, looking up briefly from his own phone.

Zilla raised his brows, tilting his head a bit. “A big ass difference. Mine wasn’t nice at all. But she tryna save our relationship so she just want me to give him boundaries and shit where we don’t discuss her at all together. If we’re in a group setting, if she’s brought up or she’s around he just doesn’t need to comment on her and he get ta keep his fuckin teeth.”

Jon sucked his teeth, “Rye ain’t say that last part. You adding shit.”

“And she ain’t gon know I added it either or you gon be toothless like ya twin.” Zilla threatened playfully.

Josh and Simone waited in his rented SUV for the restaurant to bring out their large order listening to music. Simone wrestled back and forth with how to ask about what she witnessed without sounding too excited. Her phone laid face down in her lap so he wouldn’t see that she had been recording the entire conversation so she didn’t miss a detail.

“I know you prolly wondering what that shit was back there and my bad that you had to see it in the first place.” Josh stated sincerely. “I really ain’t expect for him to do that or for her to tell him what I said but I should’ve known better.”

She breathed a sigh of relief that she didn’t have to brainstorm ways to get it out of him any longer. “You don’t gotta apologize, I’m good. I just .. what was that?”

“Basically me and him got into it a lil while back about Moriah. I told em point blank that he ain’t need to be with her and that I ain’t like her. And then me and him got into it a lil bit that day me and her had a conversation.” He scratched his face in thought for a moment, “Then somewhere between me and her having that conversation and today, she must have told him what I said to her.”

“Why don’t you like her? From what I’ve heard everybody likes her.” Simone was truly intrigued.

He huffed, shaking his head a bit. “They like her cause they don’t know about her damn Mama. Like they know how she mistreated Moriah and disrespect Zilla and the family but that’s it.”

“And you know something else?” She finished.

He nodded. “Yup. It’s a few people in our family that know the sheisty shit she did. My pops used to tell me shit that my uncles and him talked about cause he knew I wasn’t gon say shit. I let it go cause I figured with him gettin locked up that she would move on with her damn life but here we are.”

Simone had started to get confused. On the one hand, she was glad to have someone she could potentially be on her side and help her but on the other, she was confused as to what her mother had done had to do with Moriah.

“I can tell you but ion want you to be offended or hurt your feelings cause some of it gotta do with your dad.”

She waved him off. “You can tell me, I won’t. Me and him are not as close as y'all think.”

“Makes sense.” He nodded. “So the reason Nadine stopped fuckin with our family out the blue was cause she was fuckin our family. Literally. Her and your dad had an affair after she became your speech therapist.”

Simone frowned at that. “Wait, she was my speech therapist? I barely even remember taking speech.”

“You was little, like older than 3 or 4 but younger than 10 so that’s prolly why,” he explained. “But yeah so they had an affair goin on for years and then Dewayne brought her up to my pops and my uncles cause he wanted them to meet her. He was in love with her despite still being married to your mama at the time. He told them he was gonna divorce your mama so he could be with her.”

“Is that why they got divorced? What the fuck,” she mumbled under her breath.

Josh glanced at her to make sure that she was okay before he proceeded. “So they end up goin to dinner or whatever and obviously Zilla’s dad is there and immediately recognizes her. He don’t say shit until after the dinner but the two of them knew. He talked it over with my pops and the other uncles that was there, ultimately they told him to just stay out of it, that it would work itself out and it wasn’t their business.”

“I’m sure he didn’t listen,” she chuckled.

“Nah,” he laughed, “Unc and Moriah’s dad was real cool. Like best friend shit. He set up a meeting with Dewayne and Hassan and from what my pops said unc told him, Hassan was calm as shit about the whole thing. They talked and exchanged details on shit and that was that.”

“And then?”

“Unc talked to Nadine about it, he never told her about Hassan and your dad meeting up though. Nadine admitted to some shit before she cussed his ass out. And he still promised to keep her secret as long as she stayed away from your dad. And he kept his promise till the day he died.”

“What did she admit to?” Simone asked quickly.

He rolled his neck around until it popped then checked his phone for the time. “You sure you want me to tell you? Cause it might piss you off.”

“Yes, I want you to tell me. You’ve told me this much, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He shrugged. “Aight then.”

Looking around the floor, Eddie searched until he found the door with Nadine’s name on it and knocked. Her receptionist had probably gone out for lunch as her desk sat idle with no one to stop him or alert her to his visit as they had done before. Not receiving an answer, he knocked again much harder, finally garnering a response.

The look on her face when he walked in made him chuckle. Despite her shock, he took a seat in the chair on the other side of Nadine’s desk.

“I’m glad I finally caught you. How’s your day going?” He asked politely.

“It was going well. How’s yours?”

“The same. I won’t keep you long but we do need to talk,” he relented, “And we’re not gonna keep putting it off.”

Nadine sat down her pen and braced her arms on her desk. “What do we need to talk about, Eddie? Is it the kids?”

“It’s not the kids and you know that it’s not them. It's about you and my cousin.”

She rolled her eyes to high heavens. “For fucks sake, I didn’t know he was your cousin okay? If I had, I wouldn’t have allowed him to pursue me.”

“Him being my cousin shouldn’t have been the reason you didn’t start a affair with him, DiDi.” He frowned, put off by her attitude. “You’re married to a good guy. Hassan would pull down the moon for you if you asked, yet here you are stepping out on him.”

“What are you? The morality police? It was a mistake, okay?”

“A mistake happens one time, it’s been quite some time, Didi.”

She groaned, now leaning back in her chair. “Okay so what are you gonna do? Tell him?”

Although, he and Hassan talked about it after meeting with Dewayne and Hassan asked him not to say anything about it to anybody else, that he would handle it, Eddie knew his best friend very well so he knew that Hassan wouldn’t do anything about it and just sit on the information. He knew how much Hassan loved Nadine, blindly he felt but love nonetheless. While he would support his best friend’s choices, he was going to make sure he protected him as much as he could.

“I’m not gonna tell him as long as you promise to stay away from my cousin. You don’t wanna ruin your marriage like this, Didi.” Eddie reasoned softly. “Hassan loves you and I know despite your transgressions, you love him just as much. You don’t want to tear your family apart. Hassan doesn’t deserve that and neither does Moriah.”

Nadine sat in thought, twisting her chair a bit from left to right. She never thought it would be possible to love two people at the same time but here she was. Their marriage wasn’t perfect by any means but Hassan had always made her feel loved, taken care of and protected but on the other hand Dewayne made her feel alive, he made her feel sexy, he made her feel needed. Was she really ready to give that up?

Eddie could see the wheels in her head turning and turning. “Do you love my cousin?”

“What?” She spat loudly. “No, I don’t.”

He raised a brow at her reaction. “Then it shouldn’t take you that long to agree to not see him again.”

“I’m just thinking about everything that’s happened and you’re probably right that I shouldn’t see him anymore.” She sighed. “If I continue on I’m gonna have to tell him.”

Eddie leaned forward at that. She seemed to be in a confessing mood, if so, he would listen intently. “Have to tell him what?”

She covered her face attempting to gather herself and her emotions. “I’m pregnant.”

He choked on his spit at that, patting his chest to help calm his reaction. “You’re pregnant. Didi? Are you sure? It could be Hassan’s though, right?”

Slowly, Nadine shook her head. “I mean there’s a possibility but I’m pretty sure it’s DJ’s baby.”

“Didi … you’re gonna have to tell Hassan. He’s gonna be able to tell that’s not his baby.” Again, she covered her face signaling to Eddie she was getting ready to drop another bomb. “What? What is it?”

“I’m not keeping this baby. I can’t keep this baby just like I couldn’t keep the others.” She responded with tears falling from her eyes.

Eddie had no idea how to react to that news. It hurt and angered him for both his cousin and his best friend. Neither of them deserved to have to deal with her, they both deserved so much better than her. He had no problems with women deciding to go down that specific route but what he did have an issue with was Nadine doing that to hide what she had been doing.

“Others? How many times have you,” his voice trailed off. He was unable to finish his sentence.

More tears fell in rapid succession before she could stop them. “Three times.”

“Nadine,” he admonished. “Three times and at no point between the first and the third did you think it was probably a good idea to stop or use a fucking condom?”

“How are we gonna get condoms and not get caught? We’re married!” She yelled jumping up from her seat.

“That’s exactly the point, Nadine! You’re both fucking married!” He yelled not moving from his seat. He took a few deep breaths. “Listen to me, you’re not doing this a fourth time. Just tell Hassan, we both know he’s very forgiving. Nobody else has to know and I know Rye would love to have a sibling. Plus I don’t think your body is gonna react well to a fourth one. What if you want to have another child with Hassan and you can’t? What then?”

At that moment, Nadine’s sadness and embarrassment became anger and all she could see was red. It was enough that she thought he was coming here as her friend to help and comfort her while she stood at this crossroad but here he was preaching to her and trying to tell her what to do.

“Who are you to tell me what the hell I’m gonna do with my body? If I wanna send this baby back along with its siblings, that’s MY business, MY choice! If I want to continue to fuck your cousin, I’m gonna do that too! And if you tell Hassan, I’ll just deny it! You think he’s gonna believe you over his wife?” She spat viciously.

Eddie was taken back by her tone, he finally saw what was really hidden inside her. “No one is telling you what to do. I am trying to help here because clearly you’re not great at making decisions.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Nadine. You choosing to abort this baby and continuing to see my cousin is selfish and you know it. What, what,” he stuttered, his anger overwhelming him, “What if the kids decide they want to be together when they’re older and have kids? You and my cousin still gonna be together then and ruin their happiness?”

She screwed her face up. “And what makes you think I care about that? Your son is not the only boy in the world, she can find somebody else. It won’t be the end of the world.”

“You can seriously not be this selfish, Nadine? Not when it comes to your child.”

She waved him off. “They're nine years old … they don’t even know what it means to like each other yet. By the time they do, they can find other people. Stop tryna use Moriah to guilt trip me.”

Eddie stared at her. “What kind of evil woman did Hassan marry?”

She smirked. “Apparently the same kind you want your son to be with. My baby is gonna be just like me. I secured everything I needed and wanted in this life and I’m still able to do what the hellI want. So good luck to your son if he ends up with my girl.”

“Moriah is nothing like you. She has never been and I thank God for that.”

“Maybe that’s what she wants you to think. Ever thought of that?” She asked with an evil chuckle.

Choosing not to engage in her tactics, Eddie stood from his chair and held her stare with a disgusted look on his face. “Unlike you, I don’t betray the people that trust me so I’m not gonna tell Hassan. I’m also not gonna tell him because I know how much it would hurt him and I don’t wanna do that. But I never told you I wouldn’t tell DJ. You and I both know how he feels about abortions.”

With that, Eddie walked out of her office leaving the door wide open leaving her calling out to him to come back. He gave her one last look before stepping onto the elevator.

Knocking on Josh’s window interrupted his recount, jarring them both with a startle. He let his window down to accept the food and politely posed for a picture with the excited woman. The ride to the hotel was quiet outside of Josh trying to make conversation here and there. It was obvious the information he divulged had her in deep thought and he hoped he hadn’t upset her too bad.

Simone walked back into the suite first, carrying a couple bags while Josh followed slowly behind her carrying the rest of the bags cautiously to the kitchenette. He spoke after she did, taking note that he’d heard three voices speak back. Jon approached Simone, helping her look through bags.

“Listen, I ain’t tryna kick you out but it’s prolly about to get heavy again so if it's too much for you, you prolly needa head to your room.” He whispered.

She shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I’m okay.”

“Aight but feel free to change your mind later.” He encouraged. “And you might wanna sit closer to me or Sefa just in case.”

With the food dispensed to the rightful people, they sat around the living room eating in silence. Jon and Sefa kept making eye contact and mouthing things back and forth to each other. They were getting a little worried that another altercation would break out.

Sefa cleared his throat. “We gotta work together in a few hours and people are gonna be able to tell if some shit is off. It gotta be seamless so the two of yall needa talk about this shit.”

Josh looked over at Zilla, who was slowly looking up from his food.

“Look, uce, I apologize for makin her cry and sayin that to her.”

Zilla nodded. “But you meant that shit though, right?”

“I did mean it but I shouldn’t have said it to her.” He repeated. “It should have stayed a conversation between you and me. But I … look, I was just tryna help.”

Zilla sat his food down which prompted Josh to sit his down as well. “Ion remember askin you or nobody for help, uce. If I wanted help, I woulda asked.”

“As a big uce, I felt like it was my place to tell you the truth regardless of if you wanted to hear it or not. I’m not tryna make you mad or hurt you or her, I just want the best for you.” Josh further explained. “You don’t know what the rest of us know.”

Jon dropped his fork looking between his brother and his cousin. “Wait, you better be specific with that ‘us’ shit, uce. Zilla, ion know what he know or who that us is. And neither do Sefa. Don’t put us in that shit, uce.”

Josh sucked his teeth. “I wasn’t includin yall in that. Shut up, man.”

Zilla felt himself starting to seethe again. “Since ion know what you and whoever else know, tell me.”

“Nah, you ain’t ready to hear that shit. Just trust me.” Josh warned.

“Nah, fuck that.” Zilla pushed. “Tell me. You tryna be a good big uce and shit, so tell me.”

Josh huffed. “I’m tellin you, you don’t wanna know.”

Simone looked between them and felt compelled to jump in. “Maybe he’s right, Zilla. Maybe you don’t wanna know. It could hurt you."

He looked over at her with the same mug. “Ion mean no disrespect but this don’t really got shit to do witchu and I really don’t know why you here. I like you and I wanna keep likin you but I ain’t if you keep tryna help his ass.”

Simone nodded and went back to eating her food. She wanted to help but she needed to not have any bad blood between them if she was going to go through with the plan.

“You ain’t gotta talk to her like that, she ain’t the one you mad at.” Josh chastised making Zilla suck his teeth.

“Either you gon start talkin or ima start swingin. You pick, uce.”

“Ain’t no need for that,” Jon butted in quickly, “You brought it up so now you gotta tell em, Josh.”

Josh stared at them for a minute, weighing the options in his head. “You remember how you said her mama made her have an abortion and made her get her tubes tied? How you really know, her mama made her do that shit?”

Sefa frowned. “No offense, Simone but why the fuck you say that shit in front of her? We wasn’t even supposed to know that shit.”

“No, hell nah. Don't get mad at me when yall wanted me to say it. Look, I said that to say that it’s real similar to some shit that happened with her mama. The only difference is her mama did the shit cause she wanted to.” He explained. “You don’t think that shit weird, Zay? It’s the exact same.”

Dropping his head into his hands, Zilla took a long, slow deep breath replaying what Josh said. The things Josh accused her of were crazy to him. Unbelievable even. And it all pissed him off. Whether or not he believed anything his cousin was saying was of no one in that room's business.

He brought his head up slowly shooting daggers at his cousin. “Ima say this shit one time and one time only, after this moment right here don’t comment on nothing about Moriah, about our relationship, nothing. I don’t care if the rest of us talkin’ bout her, you don’t say shit. If we at a family function, the most you better do is say what’s up unless she asks you something. That shit clear? Cause ion want no miscommunication.”

“I got you, Uce. I got you.”

Zilla nodded then thought for a second. “Oh I know one other thing than you can say to her.”

“What’s that?” Josh asked.

“Tell her fuckin thank you. She the only reason I ain’t beat yo ass this time.” He chuckled. “It’s fuckin crazy to me that even though you been mean and rude as shit to her that she still care enough about us havin a relationship. She care about our family and shit, yet here yo ass is bein a asshole. But be clear, if there’s a next time yo brothers, her or anybody ain’t gon be able to stop me. Feel me?”

Zilla grabbed his phone and slid his feet back into his shoes then left ignoring Jon calling his name. He needed to go back to his room to calm down before the show and before he talked to Moriah again. He had to put everything with Josh to the back of his mind, there were more important people and things he needed to be worried about.Dr. Barnes always told him that he didn’t have to wait until their appointments if he needed to talk or help, reminding him that was the reason he’s given the young man his number. This was the first time since starting with the doctor that he was taking up the offer.

“Zilla, this is a first.” Dr. Barnes chuckled into the receiver.

“Yeah, I uh …. You ain’t busy, is you?”

“Nope, not busy. Just in my recliner letting the television watch me.” He joked. “What’s going on, young blood? And don’t say nothing because you wouldn’t have called me if it was nothing.”

Zilla recounted his interaction with his cousins, adding his own frustrated gripes and almost empty threats towards his cousin. He also relayed how he was trying to get it off his mind of the whole thing so he could focus on work and being there for Moriah.

“That’s quite the encounter, huh? First and foremost, I’m proud of you for practicing restraint. It wasn’t your cousin Jon that did it, it was you. Because you and I both know they wouldn’t be able to stop if you really wanted to lay hands on him.”

“Yeah, I guess you right. I appreciate that.”

“You’re welcome. So what is it that you need my help with in this moment right now?”

He mumbled his thoughts to himself before responding to the doctor. “Just what Josh said kinda botherin me. It’s kinda stuck in my head.”

“We’re gonna take the kinda out and say that it is bothering you and that it is stuck in your head.” Dr. Barnes corrected. “Is it bothering you because you think it’s true? That she did it because she wanted to.”

Zilla laid back on his bed, throwing his arm across his face. “No, Ion believe she did it cause she wanted to.”

“But?”

“But I think Nadine did that shit to her as like payback or some shit and it’s pissin’ me off.” He answered honestly.

Dr. Barnes let him sit with his feelings for a moment before responding. “Okay so your cousin said that Nadine had something similar to what she did to Moriah happen to her. What is it that he said she did?”

“Ion know, never got to ask him cause I was gettin pissed off again. You think I should go back and ask him?”

The older man chuckled heartily. “Since you’re asking me that, you already know the answer to that question. But before you do, figure out whether you're upset with Josh or Nadine in this situation.”

“It can’t be both?” He laughed, moving his arm from his face.

“It can be both another time but not right now,” he responded through his laugh, “Right now it sounds like your anger with Nadine is making your anger with Josh a little heavier than it ought to be.”

Zilla huffed loudly. He knew Dr. Barnes was right but he still wanted to be just as pissed off with Josh as he had been this entire time. “Aight, aight, aight. But I’m still mad at his ass.”

“I know you are and that’s okay. For now though, it would be good for you to go and talk to your cousin one on one and be as nice as you can.”

“Nice?” He spat. “Nice to who? Ima be as nice as his barber is to his hairline.”

Dr. Barnes laughed loudly, having a small coughing fit. “Now, Mr. Fatu, I don’t think that’s nice. But let’s try a better word … be as tolerant as you can. That better?”

“Yeah that’s better, I guess. But he still better be glad ion want Fat mad at me for hitting him.”

“Given the difficult situation you’re having in certain areas, wouldn’t it serve you for Moriah to be mad at you?” He asked jokingly.

“Mane,” Zilla laughed, “Doc, you gon make me beat his ass now.”

“Just joking, Zilla. Do what you need to do but sit on it until your next session.” He paused to cough. “And we can talk about it and your next steps. Sounds like a plan?”

“For now it do but if I hit em, I guess we’ll talk about that too.”

Moriah was in awe of Amira, the way she carried herself during the service and repass, how strong she had been consoling her husband and their parents when needed. She saw a few tears fall from Amira’s eyes but that was it. Here she was at the end of the repass still trying to keep herself from vomiting and ugly crying. Leata and her stayed to help the family clean up even though they told them they didn’t have to. Leata had Moriah running food out to Amira’s car as well as their parents and her own. On her way back from one of her trips, she heard sniffling coming from the side of the building and followed the sound.

“Hey,” she said softly, approaching Amira. “It’s just me. Only me.”

Amira wiped at her face, trying to be presentable. She plastered a smile on her face. “Hey, I’m sorry I was supposed to be helping. I’m coming.”

Moriah stepped in her way when she tried to pass. “Uhn uhn, we got it. Well they got it now. You obviously need some time to yourself. You’ve been there for everybody else, it’s your turn now.”

“No, I’m okay. I just needed to have a little cry, I’m all better now.”

“A little cry is not enough, Amira. Have you actually cried since the initial news?” She asked rubbing her shoulder. “And not a little cry, I mean an ugly one. Real ugly.”

Amira laughed a bit, tears forming in her eyes. “No. I can’t. I have to make sure Marcus is okay and our parents. And then I had to plan all of this. I have to keep going.”

“No ma’am you don’t. I’m sure your parents would be there for you and Marcus too, he’s your husband, girl. You can’t keep holding that in, trust me.”

“I’m the strong one, I can’t do that.” She argued softly.

“I am too but I had to realize that I can still be the strong one and let people help me, let them see me feel something.” Moriah smiled a little. “Just coming here today, I had my mama in law with me physically and my boyfriend couldn’t be here but he encouraged me over the phone. As much as I tried to fight it, I needed it.”

“I’m sorry if this was too much for you. If I made you feel obligated, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think how being at a child's funeral would make you feel.”

“No, no.” She shook her head. “You do not have to apologize to me. I wanted to be here for you guys and for Nia.Just being here meant I had to confront the rest of my grief over my son.”

“Your son? Your son died?” She asked with sad eyes.

Moriah rubbed at her nose feeling herself about to start crying. “When I was a teenager I got pregnant and after I’d found out the gender, done all the shopping with my mama in law and everything, my mama made me have an abortion.”

Amira gasped, reaching for her hands. “That’s terrible, Moriah. I … I’m sorry that you had to deal with that. At least I got time with Nia but you … you never even got to hear his cry.”

“Yeah but I heard his heartbeat.” She wiped her tears away. “But the loss of a child at any point is sad enough. The amount of time or experiences either of us had with our babies doesn’t lessen the hurt. You had to say goodbye to your baby today, it hurts so please don’t act like it doesn’t.”

“I don’t want my husband to feel like he can’t grieve because I am.”

“From what I’ve seen he would never feel like that. Neither of you have to stop so the can grieve, Amira,” Moriah assured her, pulling her into a hug, “You can grieve together. I promise it’s so much better going through it together. But you have to say something to him. Be honest.”

She could feel Amira nod against her shoulder as well as more tears dropping. She rubbed her back soothingly, allowing her own tears to fall. “I’m gonna tell you what my boyfriend tells me. It’s okay to feel some shit but what’s not okay is to not let yourself feel some shit.”

Amira pulled back a little look at her through misty eyes. “Your boyfriend said that? That’s pretty good.”

“Yeah , he learned it in therapy but we’re gonna keep it between us that I taught you that. He’s gonna get the big head,” she joked, making them both laugh as they pulled away from the hug completely. “It’s gonna be hard but you have what looks like a great support system so lean on them. And you can always reach out to me.”

“Thank you truly for the way you took care of her and the way that you’re taking care of me.” Amira gave her another tight squeeze. “I had been wrestling with this. Whether I would tell you or not but I have to.”

“What’s up?”

“Dr. Harris has been calling me, he wants to know if I want to look more into Nia’s … death. I talked to him before the service and told him that I did.”

Moriah smiled. “Did you think it was gonna upset me? I promise you I am not upset at all, Amira. That is your right to do that for your baby. I know that I did everything I was supposed to and then some for your baby. If this is gonna help you and your family then you do it.”

“Oh thank God,” she breathed, “I thought I was gonna lose you.”

“No, you’re not but,” Moriah paused, “The hospital is probably gonna tell me that I can’t have contact with you.”

“But … I mean I guess I understand.”

Moriah rubbed her arm, giving her a soft smile. “It’s okay, you’ll still have me when it’s over. I promise.”

Leata called out both of their names standing at the door of the center, the women shared one more hug before going back. Leata and Moriah made sure the family had everything they needed before departing.

When Moriah got out of the bathroom from her shower, Leata was sitting up against the headboard on Zilla’s side of the bed, remote in hand and snacks waiting on the bed. She smiled and patted the bed.

“Come on. It’s not often we have alone time away from my big head sons.” Leata joked.

Moriah climbed onto her side of the bed, a bright smile on her face. “Was I in the shower that long for you to go get this?”

“You were but I didn’t leave. My son had it delivered.” She explained turning on a movie. “How’d the talk with Amira go?”

“It went good. She was holding her feelings in to take care of everybody else.”

Leata hummed playfully. “That sound familiar?”

“Nope,” she laughed, “But I hope what I said to her made her feel comfortable enough to talk about it with her husband.”

“I’m sure it did. How are you feeling after that?”

Moriah reached for her gummy bears, fiddling with the package as she attempted to answer. “I’m feeling a lot but I don’t think in a bad way. It was hard seeing her like that because of obvious reasons but also it just reminded me that I never got to see Angel. I never saw his face.” She paused, finally getting the bag open. “And then when I was talking to Amira and I told her the short version of it, she mentioned how bad she felt that she’d gotten time with her baby but I’d never gotten to hear Angel cry.”

“Did having that conversation with her help you feel a little better?”

“Yeah, it did.” She ate a few bears. “Talking her through her own feelings was like talking to myself about it.”

Leata nodded, flipping through the guide. “I was hoping going and talking to her mom would help you and not hurt you. Zilla told me about your appointment, I hope you don't mind.”

“You know the only thing I care about is that his ugly self told you before I could,” Moriah laughed. “I've been writing things down so I remember to tell them.”

She raised a brow. “Your memory has always been good, you're writing things down now. Why?”

“It's still good, I just don't wanna get there and I'm too nervous to remember things.”

“Oh okay,” she nodded, still not convinced, “What's on your list?”

After stuffing a few more bears in her mouth, Moriah scrolled through her apps for her notes then passed her phone over. Leata read them to herself.

“Headaches for hours?”

“Yeah, I think it's just stress but Toni told me that I should include it.”

“How many hours are we talking here, Rye?”

She shrugged. “No more than 3 so far.”

Leata eyed her a moment longer then went back to the list. “Forgetfulness? You told me your memory was fine.”

Moriah sucked her teeth, leaning over to look. “Toni put that on there. She get on my nerves, it was not that serious.”

“What wasn't that serious?”

“I forgot my cup a few times this week, misplaced my keys twice and forgot where I parked but … but in my defense we worked a double.”

“Mmhm. You make sure you tell them everything on here. Even that.”

“Yes ma'am,” she sighed. “I didn't tell Zay but I really hope this works.”

Leata smiled. “I do too but you know we'll all still love you the same. There are other options.”

“I know but I really wanna be able to carry my own baby again. Angel had me down bad at the beginning but I enjoyed carrying him.” Moriah's mind drifted, her hand creeping up to her stomach absent-mindedly.

“When I was pregnant with Zilla he was so easy going. I was barely sick or uncomfortable,” Leata recalled fondly, “Until the end. He would not bring his ass out. He was two weeks late, nothing worked. Waited until I laid down to take a nap.”

Moriah laughed, all of her attention on the woman before her.

“After he was born, Eddie took the other boys to get food and take them home, right? Soon as they were gone, I thumped the bottom of his foot. Not hard but enough and so you know what he did?”

“Screamed?”

“Nope. He just stared at me with that little mean face of his.” Leata laughed along with Moriah. “You and my son are gonna be good parents.”

“You think?”

“I know so. Especially seeing how you two are with Sienna, who by the way wants to come stay for a little while.”

“Whenever EJ wants to send her, I'll fly there to get her.”

Having calmed his nerves, Zilla pulled Josh into an empty area in the arena. Jon tried to get him to do it around other people but he had already let out enough of his and Moriah's business in front of Simone, he didn't want that to happen again in front of more of his family.

“Tell me.”

He didn't have time to beat around the bush with his cousin nor did he want to. Talking to Dr. Barnes had calmed him just enough to not want to tear Josh's head away from his body and he wanted to stay that way for now.

Josh scratched his beard, he thought to ask if he was sure but thought better of it. “I know you low on patience so I'll shorten it for you.”

“Thank you.”

“Nadine was having a affair with DJ. She had a few abortions and either that caused her to not be able to have kids or she made sure she couldn't.” Josh watched Zilla carefully but noticed the younger man didn't even flinch, he just stared at him. “Nadine been doing a buncha shiesty shit, that shit in her, uce.”

Zilla took a few deep breaths, his lips turned up into a small smirk. “You said that right. Nadine got that shit in her, not Fat.”

“Listen, all ima say is watch out for yourself.”

“I think you the one that needa take that advice. Is that all you know?”

He shrugged. “I know that your dad knew about it when yall was nine, but he ain't ever get to tell Moriah dad.”

Zilla nodded knowing why. “Preciate you. We good, aight? Just don't speak on my lady no more.”

“I got you. Ima do my best, uce.”

Eyeing him for a moment, Zilla almost got upset again then realized who he was talking to. Jon definitely got more of the sense than Josh did and it showed. The cousins walked back to the locker room their family was sharing, Jacob was the first to speak up.

“I see his ugly ass still got his teeth!”

“We going out to celebrate him keeping all 32! Simone, you coming, don't shake your head!” Jon yelled out.

Josh laughed, shooting a bird at both men while Zilla settled into one of the chairs focused on his phone.

Fat

5:15pm

Zaaaaaaaaay! Thank you for my snacks and for earlier. You're the best boyfriend…most of the time. 😂 I love you!!

Zilla

7:02pm

Most of the time? Yeah aight. U welcome love ya mean ass 2

Tamara

6:45pm

Hey! Next Wednesday from 10AM to 4PM. I found some really good ones! 4bed/5baths and 5beds/5 1/2baths, right?

Zilla

7:05pm

Yeah that's perfect cause Fat gon be at work. Thank u! I got your hotel

Tamara

7:08pm

No you don't, I got my hotel plus I have plus 3 coming with me 🙄

Zilla

7:09pm

😂😂 I got all yall. Forreal, lemme handle it.

Tamara

7:11pm

Rye was right, you are hard headed

Zilla

7:12pm

Got it from my fat!!!😌

[quirekey]

hey! I rlly rlly love your writing and I was hoping I could request Rb Chase X a female human reader that can actually sing, bc we all know Chase can’t sing….reader is coming to griffin rock to try out for some sort of audition the mayor did (who knows what goes on in this dudes head atp) and was also planning to visit the burns. The burns, and the bots, watch her sing in the audition and chase is js like: 😱 I literally love the guy, he’s so silly.

You can do this either as hcs or a fic, doesn’t matter!

Reader is like a part of the burns family, like a sister to the family but is just a rlly close friend that grew up with Kade, Dani, and Graham (before Cody was born) Tysm!! Also, Merry late Christmas and have a happy new year!!🩵

WAWAW FINALLY RESCUE BOTS MY BELOVED CHASE MY BELOVED AAAAAAAA!!! ALSO TYSM MOOT! MERRY CHRISTMASD TO YOU TOO! I’ll do a fanfic because you are aawesome mootie

[ CHASE ] x [ FEMME!READER ]

[ chase x human!femme!singer!reader ] [ part 1 ]

Part 2

Chase knew you awhile back. The Chief told Chase and the ther rescue bots about why you are around in the station so often. You were a closer friend of Graham, Kade and Dani, they all saw you as an unrelated-sister. Chase didn’t understand at first but he didn’t mind your presence.

When the mayor announced an audition for a play that he was setting up, the Burns immediately knew you would’ve gone for it. The three siblings were talking about how you do sing but you never sang to them, they found out because Kade was ease-dropping on you when you were on a call.

(Let's say it was a different audition since the one last-time did go wrong)

When the auditions were in session, the Burns family, Boulder and Chase were there to make sure it’s safe and to watch. Like last time, there were many talented people in line to audition, you included. The excitement the Burns family showed was over the roof, mostly Dani since you’re closest to her.

When you came up to sing, oh how Chase’s face changed so fast at your melodic and mature singing. You sounded so different to what he usually hears and the soundwaves of your voice pierced through him. He shut his optics and listened through the whole thing while body-guarding outside of the building. Chase relaxed slightly and he had a light blue tint to his face ( which is blush ). Chief was the only one who noticed this and he caught on pretty quickly. Chase was either in-love with you or admired you and it looked adorable. Seeing a massive sentient robot admire a small human for something so poetic is pretty unique.

( Chief Charlie )

”Chase, are you okay?”

( Chase )

”… Oh- Of course, chief. I am just overheating because of the weather.”

Charlie clearly didn’t believe him, it was just a warm; sunny day. Your singing suddenly comes to a stop and Chase looks somewhat disappointed, failing to mask his true feelings with his stoic face. This only proved Charlie’s suspicions.

When you came out, you were suddenly jumped by Dani who praised you with hugs and love. Graham and Boulder were both congratulating you from the side while Kade gave an impressed expression. Chief then came up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

”You did an extraordinary job, kid, keep up the work.”

( Y/N )

“Thank you so mu- Wait, did you three come to listen to me sing..?”

( Dani )

“Of course, (Y/N)! A little birdie told me you could sing so we had to check it out.”

“You guys are something else… Thank you guys so much!”

“Well done, (Y/N), you have gained my trust and admiration.”

You turned to see Chase beside the Chief, he’s stoic and blushing… You knew Chase a little, how liked to sing but he wasn’t good at it or that he memorised all of the laws and rules on both Cybertron and Griffin Rock.

”Thank you, Chase. You're not bad yourself.”

THE END… or to be continued

( wink wink )

Sorry it was so short, it was either short or way tooooo long 😔 if you want more, just ask lolol

[moirasdolly]

I don’t want to be a greedy bastard but if at some point you feel inspired to write more mtf!JQ I would 👹❤️😩💀👹🎀🥹😩❤️👹🎀👹👹🩷🎀🩷🫵😚😩👹🎀🩷

Junker Queen with a Housewife Reader ˖ ࣪ 𝇋♡︎𝇌 ׂ

Contains: NSFW (men and minors dni), fem reader, trans jq, fucking on the kitchen counter, reader is wearing a frilly apron, jq is kind of rough

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Stargirl Interlude - The Weeknd and Lana Del Rey

Notes: It’s been TOOOOO LONG since this request i’m sorry I’m just barely getting to it T^T, I hope these hcs suffice though !! I love my buff wife

• Your wife had been coming home stressed everyday, and as much as she claimed your presence alone helped her, you wanted to do something extra… special for her.

• Ever the sweet, kind hearted, angel you were, you decided to doll yourself up for her. Going all out you were adorned in a little, pink, frilly apron and matching lacy panties that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. A velvet choker wrapped around your neck snuggly and thin ribbons decorated your hair. Your long lashes framed your pretty doe eyes that absolutely drove Dez insane when you looked up at her towering form. And your favorite part (hers too) were the thighs highs being held up by snug garters.

• She adored you anyway you looked, but she couldn’t deny that she loved when you got all done up for her.

• You were at home cooking her favorite meal for her when she had finally returned. A slam of the front door, and the sound of her heavy boots echoing down the hallway rang in your ears before you heard her stop in her tracks.

• You hummed softly as you continued your cooking, not bothering to shoot her a glance to rile her up. Dez was too predictable because not even 5 seconds later, she was pressed against your backside, clearly personal space was something she did not get the concept of (not that you cared.)

• “Hi, Dez.” You finally tossed her a look over your shoulder, pressing a sweet little kiss to the apple of her cheek. Instead of an answer back, her hands trailed to your hips, holding you snuggly. A gasp escaped those pretty lips of yours when you felt her bulge pressing against you. “Someone’s needy today…” You teased with a smile.

• She cursed at the sound of your honey-toned voice, “Fuck, darlin’. You’re killin’ me here.”

• You were trying sooooo hard to keep it together while you prepared dinner, but your wife’s hands were just holding you so tightly, almost with bruising strength. And she was grinding her hips into you so temptingly. Those grunts being pulled out of her throat were just too distracting for you to think about anything else.

• The tell-tale sound of her belt unbuckling and fabric hitting the floor made you bite your lip in anticipation. You wanted to buck your hips back, eager to feel her, but you steadied yourself in anticipation. Instead, you felt Dez’s length slide between your thighs. With a heavy hand she smacked your ass, “Squeeze ‘em, doll.” Obedient as ever, you pressed your thighs together, leaning over the counter to expose yourself for her.

• Her cock was already slick with her arousal as she fucked your thighs, using you to her own liking. Her pace was brutal from the start and she didn’t plan on slowing either. The friction on your clit was barely there and you were whining Dez’s ears off about it. So she took matters into her own hands. Literally. She shoved her middle and index finger into your mouth, shutting you up effectively. “That’s more like it.” She muttered, using your thighs together get off.

• “Gonna cum between those thighs of yours…” She rasped out, grunting in your ears as she painted the inside of your thighs and the kitchen cabinet with her release.

• Her hips stilled and her fingers slid from your mouth with a string of saliva connecting them together. You knew she wasn’t done with you though. Her hand trailed up your body before settling in your hair, grabbing a fist full of it and pulling your head back. “Beg for me.”

• Your brain was already mush, you had no problem begging and pleading for your wife to absolutely destroy you, and to your delight, she had no problem complying.

• She gave you no time to prepare before sliding into your inviting cunt, cursing loudly as she did so. Her grip on your hair didn’t falter either, if anything she pulled you closer. Her free hand pressed against your stomach as she fucked you into the counter.

• Dirty, lewd words were growled into your ear as she fucked you dumb. She was absolutely relentless, but you loved it. Wet squelches, deep grunts, and your high pitched whines were the only noises to be heard and Dez was absolutely eating it up.

• She was hell bent on making you cum without touching your clit, and you were quickly approaching your release.

• With a few final thrusts, your body shook with pleasure, your knees almost buckling beneath you. If Dez wasn’t holding you so tightly, you would have fallen. Not too long after Dez came, releasing into you.

• She slumped forward, her body eclipsing your own. “My pretty baby, ya did so well.” She spoke after a moment, untangling her haha from your hair. When she pulled out you pouted at the empty feeling she left.

• She let one of her hands knead your ass softly before giving you one last smack. You whimpered softly as you felt Dez’s cum dripping down your thighs as you struggled to stand up.

• Your wife scooped you into her arms, peppering your face with soft kisses. It was a 180 from how she was handling you just moments before, but you knew your wife adored you and you loved the soft moments between you two.

• “Let’s get ya cleaned up, baby.”

• Let’s just say once the stove was turned off, whatever you were cooking was forgotten. Dez would rather eat something else for dinner.

[starlight-bonbon]

Not Yet

⭐️Pairing: S1 Seong Gi-hun x Female Oc

⭐️Summary: After Gi-hun snatches his girlfriend Bon-hwa’s credit card and loses more of her money on horse races, she decides to take take her anger out on him later that night.

⭐️Warnings: Porn with slight plot, Sub! Gi-hun, slight somnophilia??, slight degradation??, orgasm denial, edging, vaginal fingering, p in v, unprotected sex / creampie

⭐️A/N: Oc is my girl Bon-hwa! This is a separate AU where Bon-hwa and Gi-hun are already together! This takes place before the events of S1.

She’s a lil mean to him in this one- I’ll leave it up to you to decide if he deserved it or not lmao

It was a more quiet night in the apartment, Bon-hwa slouched over on the couch lazily as she watched TV. Originally she had plans earlier that day to go grocery shopping, but those plans were quickly thrown out the window when she noticed that her credit card had disappeared from her wallet. She was less so worried- and more so angry, since she knew exactly what had happened to the card.

Literally just seconds after she saw the absence of her card, she received a text from her boyfriend, Gi-hun, almost if on cue- who basically decided to ‘borrow’ her credit card that day. Bon-hwa wouldn’t have minded this if he was the one going grocery shopping instead- or at the very least, asked first.

She knew damn well though exactly what he was planning on doing with that card… Gambling it on more horse races. It wasn’t the first time he’s done this. The first time she allowed him to do so he actually came back with some earnings, so she wasn’t that bothered by it the first time. It only just went downhill from there though, Gi-hun always coming back home the rest of the days with empty pockets and her drained credit card. As much as she loved her boyfriend and wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, she was seriously starting to get sick and tired of him wasting away the little funds that she had.

So instead of actually putting her funds to good use, she had spent the whole day inside- watching TV until Gi-hun would finally arrive home. What else was she supposed to do anyways?

At this point she had been sitting on the couch for so long that it was nighttime now, the room only barely illuminated by the TV and the city lights filtering through the curtains. Bon-hwa was considering going to bed now at this point, starting to grow tired despite not doing a single productive task that day.

But after what felt like forever, she finally heard the front door opening. Gi-hun walked through the door. She could tell by the way he stumbled through the apartment that he was a tad touch drunk as well.

“HEEEEY BABY!! I’m home!!” Gi-hun happily and loudly greeted her with an exaggerated wave. He pulled her credit card out of his pocket, placing it on the nearby kitchen counter.

“Here’s your card back!”

“…Thanks.” She only grumbled in response. As pissed off as she was she was trying to hold back from snapping at him, purposely trying to avoid eye contact and staring at the TV.

“Bon-hwa, come here angel…” Gi-hun pleaded in a near whiny tone, holding his arms out. “Pleeeeease! I missed you! I haven’t seen you all day… That’s tooooo long for me!”

Bon-hwa knew she couldn’t ignore him anymore, letting out a sigh of defeat and annoyance. She turned off the TV and finally got up off the couch, walking over to him. Gi-hun immediately clung onto her, wrapping his arms around her chest and pulling her closer to him, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Bon-hwa didn’t return an ounce of his affection, only picking up her credit card and glancing down on it.

“So… How much money did you lose this time?” Bon-hwa asked.

“Awww, come on! How could you know that I actually lost today?” Gi-hun asked in a whiny tone. “I could have won today for all you know…”

“…Did you?” She asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Nope.” He shook his head in response. “Lost it all.”

“God fucking dammit, Gi-hun.” Bon-hwa finally snapped and huffed out angrily, putting her card in her pocket.

“Are you mad at me…?” Gi-hun asked, looking at her with his almost innocent looking puppy eyes.

“What the fuck do you think?!” Bon-hwa snapped. “I’m sick and tired of you wasting all my fucking money on gambling!!”

“Shit… I’m sorry, baby…” He whimpered softly. “Look, I’ll win next time… I-“

“No the fuck you ain’t!!” She quickly cut him off. “You’re done using my credit card, Gi-hun. You are NOT putting your hands on this thing EVER AGAIN!”

“Awww, what? Baby, hold on…”

Gi-hun’s arms snaked down to her waist, his face squished against her chest. He looked up at her with his still pleading, pathetic looking eyes, leaning forward and giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

“Stop it, Gi-hun. I’m serious.” She huffed.

“Meee too! Baby please, I’m sorry…”

Gi-hun kissed her on the lips again, this time deepening and lengthening the kiss. His tongue licked sloppily against her lips, desperately asking for acceptance. She denied that it at first, until she felt Gi-hun push her against the kitchen counter, her back arching slightly. His own body pressed against her at the same time, Bon-hwa feeling his newly formed hard-on poking against her through their clothes. The feeling made her let out a soft gasp, unintentionally allowing her boyfriend entrance into her mouth. His tongue frantically snaked his way into her mouth, delivering one of the most sloppy, drunken kisses of all time. Bon-hwa barely moved her tongue in response however, Gi-hun doing most of the work. Her hands were pressed against the kitchen counter as well, trying to avoid touching him. She absolutely hated how good his sloppy kissing felt, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of returning the affection with how pissed she still was. She had so many conflicting emotions as his hands slowly crept downwards…

“G-Gi-hun…” She finally moved her hands and pressed them against his chest. She pushed his lips off of her, a thick strand of saliva connecting between their lips.

“Stop… I…”

“Bon-hwa… Baby…”

He gave her a gentle kiss on the neck, sucking on the skin lightly. She shivered under his touch, his fingers slowly starting to slide underneath her pants. Bon-hwa’s hands reached down to his, grabbing onto them. She was slowly having a harder time trying to stop him from touching her, her hands nearly letting go of his. When she grabbed his hands though, one of her hands grazed against her pocket, where she could barely feel her credit card beneath the fabric. This gave her the final jolt of remembrance to snap out of her near hypnotized state, suddenly and roughly pushing Gi-hun off of her. Gi-hun nearly stumbled over by the sudden push of force, looking at her with a confused and slightly saddened look.

“Did I… Do something wrong?” He asked.

“…You’re…” She paused, nearly choking on her words as she looked away from him, crossing her arms.

“You’re seriously asking me that…?“ She mumbled.

“…I… I thought-“

“I’m going to bed.” She mumbled, quickly cutting him off. Gi-hun was at a loss of words, Bon-hwa quickly walking away into the bedroom before he could respond.

“…I’m sorry.”

Sometime later…

It had taken some time for Bon-hwa to finally fall asleep after laying down in bed. She had felt so many conflicting emotions with how she felt both angry, and turned on by him with the way he had touched her. Luckily though she had eventually pushed those thoughts down far enough for her to finally reach her slumber.

Gi-hun himself was starting to share similar conflicting emotions as well, although his still drunken self was having a harder time trying to wrap his head around it all. Shortly after Bon-hwa had fallen asleep, Gi-hun joined her in bed, laying down next to her. Despite his still horny state, he actually feel asleep quickly.

Hours had passed through the night as they slept. The only noises heard were the barely muffled sounds of the city outside their windows, the apartment pitch black.

Despite the air around them now quiet and peaceful, something had Gi-hun soon stirring awake so many hours after he had fallen asleep.

His drunkened state had now faded away, but somehow his horny state had still remained. Even beneath the darkness of the room, he could both see and feel his own hard-on poking out through his boxers. Gi-hun rolled around in bed uncomfortably, trying to fall back asleep. No matter what though he couldn’t get comfy, his own stiff cock growing more and more desperate to be touched.

“Urgh… God…”

Gi-hun groaned under his breath quietly, sitting up and on the edge of the bed. He glanced over at Bon-hwa, who was still peacefully asleep, her back facing him. He shifted himself a bit to get a better look at her. His eyes perversely scanned up and down her body, which was only barely covered by a blanket. From the thin shirt she was wearing, to the bottom half of her that was only covered by her underwear…. His eyes in particular were fixated on her crotch, somehow even more blood rushing to his own crotch. He nearly reached a hand out to her, wanting so badly to wake her up… But the memories of what happened earlier quickly flowed through his brain, the guilt washing through his head as well. He let out a sigh, shifting himself a bit closer to her and laying back down on the bed.

‘How can I make her forgive me…?’ He thought to himself, still staring intently at her. At this point he was starting to get mad at himself too. His gaze was still fixated on her crotch, the dirty thoughts still overwhelming his brain. He groaned softly in annoyance, one of his hands reaching down to rub himself softly through his underwear.

“Urgh… Fucking… God…”

He was having a hard time keeping himself quiet now, rubbing himself at a slightly faster speed and nearly humping into his own hand, a motion that made the bed slightly creak underneath. He quickly froze up though when he heard Bon-hwa making a soft noise, stirring slightly in her sleep.

‘God… What the hell is wrong with me?!’ He practically scolded himself in his brain. He wanted so badly to stop himself. Wanted so badly to just fall asleep normally and not wake his girlfriend up in the process…

…But at this point, he was way too horny, his own animalistic desires overwhelming his brain.

Gi-hun then shifted himself closer to Bon-hwa, wrapping his arm around her waist. Immediately his aching hard-on pressed against her own crotch, just barely feeling her pussy through the thin underwear… Which only made him completely lose control.

Next thing he knew, his grip on her waist tightened, humping and grinding himself into her. His thrusts only grew more aggressive as he whimpered right into her ear, his tip hitting the entrance of her hole despite two layers of thin fabric between them. He thrusted into her so aggressively and desperately, that it was no surprise at all that Bon-hwa was quickly jolted out of her sleep.

She had jolted awake so quickly that it took a moment for her brain to process what exactly was happening. She realized what was happening quickly when she felt Gi-hun thrust into her again, a gasp escaping her throat. He was too into it and whimpering too loud in his own ears to even hear her own noises, somehow completely unaware that she had woken up…

…He didn’t even notice at all until Bon-hwa reached back and pressed her hand against his chest, causing him to completely freeze up.

“…What the hell are you doing, Gi-hun?” She quickly snapped at him.

“…I…” He choked on his own words, at a loss of how to respond after being caught in 4K.

“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t think…”

“Did you seriously think you’d be able to do this without waking me up?” She huffed.

“Um… I…”

“Get your fucking hands off of me.”

She quickly slapped his hand away, Gi-hun scooting away as he sat up. She sat up as well and shifted around to face him- and even beneath the darkness, Gi-hun could see how pissed off she looked.

“If so fucking sick and tired of your shit today, Gi-hun.” She hissed in a furious, deep tone. “First you waste away more of my money again today, and now this?! What am I now, just a fucking sex toy and ATM for your fucking benefit?!”

“No, not at all!!” Gi-hun whimpered nervously in response, already feeling tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Shut the fuck up, Gi-hun.” She hissed, quickly cutting him off. “You listen to me, ok? It’s already bad enough that you’ve lost god knows how much of my won on gambling… I’m already pissed off enough at you today, and you have the nerve to do this shit now?! You should already count yourself lucky I haven’t kicked you out of the apartment tonight.”

“I-I’m so sorry!!” Gi-hun sobbed, quickly reaching forward and hugging her as his face pressed against her chest.

“I’m such an idiot, I… I’m sorry! Please, I’ll do anything to make you forgive me…”

Gi-hun hugged her even tighter, Bon-hwa feeling his still aching hard-on press against her core. She grunted softly from the feeling, not wanting him to feel how he had managed to make her wet.

“Get the fuck off of me.” She hissed, quickly pushing him off of her. She grabbed both of his wrists, scooting herself closer to him.

“You’re fucking pathetic, Gi-hun.” She hissed. “You really think this is gonna make me forgive you…?”

“I-I… N-no!” He whimpered in response as he furiously shook his head. “I don’t want this… I-I just want you to forgive me…”

“Oh, really now?”

She looked down at his crotch, seeing his furiously aching hard-on that had dotted a bunch of big spots of precum all over his underwear. She released her grip on one of his wrists, moving her hand down. She traced her thumb over the tip, Gi-hun shivering and whimpering desperately in response.

“This says otherwise. Don’t lie to me, Gi-hun…” She huffed. “I’m not stupid.”

“I… I’m sorry.” He choked on his words. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just… I love you so much, Bon-hwa. I can’t control myself around you…”

“…Tell me something, Gi-hun…”

She stared intently into his tear filled eyes, her thumb still rubbing over his clothed, wet tip.

“If you had one choice between having me forgive you, and having me help you cum… Which one would you choose?” She asked. “Don’t lie to me… I can tell when you lie, baby.”

Her fingers rubbed and traced the outline of his shaft, Gi-hun panting and whimpering uncontrollably. The overstimulation from not yet reaching his climax made his brain foggy, unable to properly focus on anything.

“F-FUUUCK…” He whimpered and sobbed like a baby, his hips thrusting himself into her hand.

“Answer me.” She demanded.

“I-I don’t know! God, I…”

His hands gripped onto her arms as his face fell down onto her chest, jerking himself into her hand again.

“I-I don’t wanna choose! Please don’t make me!!” He begged so pathetically and desperately.

“…Yeah… I knew you’d say that.” She sighed, shaking her head. She glanced downwards, Letting out a deep and shaky breath.

“…Ok.”

She pushed Gi-hun off of her, nearly knocking him on his back. His legs instinctively opened up as he whimpered, watching as Bon-hwa crawled over to him. One of her hands reached for the waistband of his boxers, hooking her fingers underneath. His cock promptly then sprung free. Even beneath the darkness she could see how flushed red his dick was, the shaft slicked wet with the precum that stained his underwear- and even more precum leaking out of the tip like a broken faucet.

“Bon-hwa… P-please, I-“

“Not yet.” She huffed, quickly cutting him off. Her finger rubbed and flicked the leaking precum out, then proceeding to firmly press her thumb against the tip.

“You think you get to be rewarded after what you’ve done today?” She asks, moving forward and straddling him.

“Not yet… I’m not done here.”

Gi-hun didn’t say a word, only looking into her eyes with pleading puppy eyes. His doe-eyed look didn’t seem to phase her, though. Her other hand wrapped itself around his cock, pumping up and down his shaft. Gi-hun’s nails dug and clung onto the skin in her arms, crying and panting uncontrollably into her chest. Despite how much he wiggled and thrusted his hips into her hand to finally reach his climax, nothing worked- in fact, it only made it worse for him. She did too good of a job keeping her thumb firmly pressed against the tip. With the combined friction of his own desperate humping and her agonizingly slow handjob, he was practically ready to explode. His own body and legs in particular shook aggressively, begging for nothing more but to finally achieve his own orgasm… But Bon-hwa’s firmly pressed thumb denied him entry to reaching it. The denial of his own orgasm was becoming so painful that he felt like he wanted to die. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed uncontrollably. His own sweat was clinging to his skin and shirt, droplet of his sweat and tears dripping down and dampening Bon-hwa’s shirt.

“MMPHHH… FUCKING GOD…” he sobbed as his body shook uncontrollably. “Mmmph… B-baby… Fucking please, I…”

“You’re still not gonna cum just yet, baby.” She purred into his ear. “No amount of crying is gonna change my mind.”

“Fucking please… It hurts so bad…” He whimpered. “I… I can’t take it anymore…! Urghhh…”

Bon-hwa didn’t say a word back. She only slowed down with her rubbing… Until she suddenly stopped completely. She pulled her one hand away, but still kept the thumb on her other hand on his tip. Gi-hun gasped and whimpered even louder at the loss of her hand, looking up at her with pure desperation and despair.

“Fucking god, why…?! B-Bon-hwa… Please…”

“If you really want this so bad… Why don’t you do something for me first…?” She asked.

“Please! I’ll do anything!!” He cried out.

“…I knew you’d say that.” Bon-hwa muttered, a slight smirk forming on her face. She let out a soft shaky breath, rubbing her still barely clothed and wet pussy against his thigh.

“Fuck… You feel that, baby?” She moaned softly. Even behind the fabric he could easily feel how wet she had gotten, her own juices leaking through the fabric and slightly dampening the skin on his thigh.

“This is your fault… You help me out first and maybe I’ll help you out afterwards.” She demanded. “Yeah?”

Gi-hun didn’t say a word as he desperately nodded. Bon-hwa finally released her grip on his other wrist. He wasted no time hooking his fingers underneath the waistband, rubbing her aching clit roughly.

“Mmmph… Fuck…” She moaned softly. She let out a gasp when she felt two of his fingers slid inside her hole, his thumb still rubbing against her clit. Gi-hun reached one of his hands over to try and free his own cock from her painful chained hand- but she quickly slapped it away with her free hand, tightly clutching onto his wrist.

“I catch you touching yourself even once, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight and I’m never touching you again.” She hissed into his ear. “Got it?”

“I-I’m sorry!” Gi-hun quickly whimpered in response, quickly shaking his head. “I won’t try again… I-I promise…”

He was starting to feel too weak now to even try and fight her anymore. The pain from still being denied orgasm was making his legs tense up, tears still falling down his face as he felt a knot twisting in his stomach. Everything in his body ached and hurt, but he still didn’t falter once in pleasing his girlfriend. Bon-hwa let out a loud and shaky whimper as he furiously pumped his fingers in and out of her, her juices dripping out and coating both their thighs.

“Ummmph… God, Gi-hun…”

She whimpered loudly, her one hand letting go of his wrist. Gi-hun’s now free hand quickly snaked it’s way under her shirt, caressing and squeezing one of her breasts. Her free hand moved over and clutched onto his hair, pulling his face somehow even closer to her chest. Bon-hwa’s hips wiggled in sync with his fingers, her own legs starting to shake underneath her…

“Urghh… Oh, god…”

She whimpered and moaned loudly, her hand clutching onto his locks of hair even tighter. Glancing down at Gi-hun, she could see him still shaking and hear him sobbing quietly- and still somehow in his broken state, he still focused on her own pleasure… And seeing him like this…

…That’s when something changed in her.

Bon-hwa finally moved her thumb away from his tip, loose droplets of cum leaking out from the sore tip immediately. He was too focused on his finger work to notice though, fingering and rubbing at such a rapid pace that she was soon reaching her own climax…

“URGHH… FUUCK…!”

She panted uncontrollably, her other free hand clutching onto his shirt. He still didn’t stop with his finger work, guiding her through her whole climax that flowed through her body like a tidal wave. Her body shook under his touch, until the high of it all was gone. Gi-hun finally pulled his juice coated fingers out of her soaked panties, pulling himself away from her chest and looking up into her eyes.

“I… I’m sorry, Gi-hun.” She whimpered apologetically, pulling her hands away from him. “I… I just…”

Gi-hun gasped softly when he finally noticed that he was now freed from his orgasm denial. He glanced down at her soaked crotch, his breathing increasing rapidly. In a mere matter of seconds, one of his hands furiously yanked the fabric of her panties off to the side, so aggressively that he nearly ripped the fabric. His other hand gripped onto her hips and adjusted himself above him… And he slammed her hips down, his cock stabbing through the gap in her panties and completely thrusting inside of her.

“URGHHH… FUCK!!“

Gi-hun screamed and moaned so loudly that the neighbors were sure to call the cops on them again. Bon-hwa gasped at the sudden maneuver as his other hand also moved to her hips, his nails digging so tightly into her skin that it was sure to leave marks behind. Immediately she felt his cock twitching so aggressively inside of her. His whole body shook uncontrollably as he finally reached his own orgasm. Massive, multiple shots of hot sticky cum was pumped deep inside of her, more than she had ever felt before. She shivered and moaned softly at the feeling of feeling so filled up, her hands gripping onto his biceps.

“G…Gi-hun…I…”

Despite finally reaching his climax, he surprisingly still wasn’t satisfied yet. He started roughly thrusting into her soaked hole like a feral animal in heat, Bon-hwa gasping once more.

“OHHH, GOD… GI-HUN…”

“B-BON-HWA… FUCKIN… GOD…..!”

Despite how he had already reached his first orgasm, Gi-hun was already reaching his second one. His legs shook and his cock twitched, shaky loud whimpers escaping his throat. With a few last thrusts he somehow managed to pump even more loads of cum inside of her. The sensation of it all made Bon-hwa’s legs start to shake beneath her as well. Her nails gripped onto him as well, her second orgasm crashing through her body as her juices dripped down like a waterfall and coated his cock.

…And finally after what felt like forever, the high of it all had disappeared. Gi-hun finally felt the relief he’d been chasing after for what felt like forever. The two both panted in exhaustion, holding each other in their sweaty and sticky embraces for a moment.

“.…I….” Gi-hun weakly mumbled out, wiping some of the few stray tears on his cheek. “I’m sorry! I-I didn’t touch myself or anything… P-please don’t leave me! I…”

Gi-hun’s voice trailed off when he saw and heard her start to cry, looking up at her with a concerned look.

“No… I… I’m sorry, Gi-hun.” She whimpered. “I shouldn’t have done all that.”

“No, it’s fine.” Gi-hun shook his head. “I deserved it.”

“No, you didn’t…”

“I did, though.” Gi-hun quickly says. “I feel bad, I… I thought after the first time I gambled your money and won, I could win again… I don’t think I’ve realized until now how much I’ve hurt you… I… I’m sorry. I feel like such an idiot…”

“I… I forgive you, Gi-hun.” Bon-hwa sighed. “I’ve just been so frustrated with what you were doing lately… I really should have said something sooner.” She choked on her words, more tears welling up in her eyes. “I was mad, but… I shouldn’t have done what I just did and spoken to you like that.”

“I’m not mad, Bon-hwa. I think I needed this to realize what I was doing.” Gi-hun says, reaching forward and gently stroking one of her cheeks. “I’ll stop using your card from now on… I promise.”

“…You sure…? I don’t want you to lie if you’re not 100% sure…” She asked.

“I’m sure.” Gi-hun nodded. “I love you too much to lose you over this…”

Gi-hun leaned forward and gave her a gentle yet passionate kiss on the lips. She kissed him back for a moment, before the two pulled away, resting their foreheads against one another.

“Thank you, Gi-hun… I love you.”

“…I love you more.”

[im-sleepdeprived]

Seasonal • Pt. 5

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: inspired by the taylor swift song ‘peter’ where you and peter discover just how hard it is to hold on to something from your past, no mater how much you love each other

a/n: FINAL PARTTTT !!!!! im so sorry it took so long ive just been getting my ass kicked with life recently and ive been away from my laptop and stable wifi for tooooo long. for anyone who stuck it out till now, i literally can not put into words how much i love you. this series has been so much fun for me, and i put a lot of work and love into it so thank you sooo very much for reading, every last one of you <33333

warnings: cursing, james, peter’s such a cutie here, some chaos, an accident, fire, bodily injuries, mentions of blood, there’s a scene where they’re reading medical charts, I have no idea how accurate it is so let’s not dwell. she’s a long one, so buckle up, grab a snack, and I realllyyyy hope you enjoy <33

masterlist, read part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

You’d never asked Peter why he always called you ‘Ace’. The one time you remember asking anything he’d said ‘think it suits you, don’t you?’ And you’d just accepted it. Honestly, you loved it. It was special, it was yours. Something between you and him. Even after the two of you had broken up, he’d still used it, and you were thankful for that because you weren’t sure you could handle that being gone too. He’d never call anyone else by that name and no one else would call you by that except him. It was important to the both of you. 

And apparently, James could see that.

“I just don’t understand why he can’t call you by your fucking name.” He sneered, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. All in all, at the end of the day, it was just a nickname.

“James, I don’t really get what the big deal is here. So we used to be close, and he has a nickname for me, that’s not exactly rare. It’s just a thing people do.”

“Ace,” he said and immediately, you knew it was wrong. No one else was supposed to call you that, no one except Peter. And the way he’d said it ‘Ace’ like he was disgusted, like it was the worst syllable that could leave his mouth. The complete opposite of the way Peter said it. 

When Peter said it, it made you feel special, it made you feel seen in a way no one else had ever made you feel. It was said with care and wit, with charm and love. With love. Always with love. 

“I swear I haven’t heard your name come out his mouth once since we’ve been around him, it’s always ‘Ace, Ace, Ace’” James scoffed and the sound left a foul taste in your mouth. Things had been like this since Peter had transferred. At first, it was just a few questions here and there. But after the photography contest and Peter’s collage of you winning first place and being blasted everywhere, it had definitely gotten more heated.

You hadn’t told him about that morning in the park, as far as James was aware, you hadn’t seen Peter since the party. In truth, you hadn’t seen him since that morning, when he’d said all those things, and used your first name. You weren’t avoiding him, per se, just…trying your best to not be around him. Your article came out in a couple days. All your notes had been taken, and you’d already done your research, so it was easy to work from home so far. That couldn’t last forever.  

You didn’t know what to say to James, so you kept silent in hopes of avoiding angering him even more. You didn’t know what he wanted you to say, offer to ask Peter to cool it with the nickname? Maybe, probably. But you weren’t going to do that. You weren’t even sure Peter could stop, you couldn’t remember the last time he had said your name either (minus that morning in the park, that seemed like a special circumstance after all), but you preferred it that way with him.

Maybe the right thing to do in this situation would be to change this, talk with Peter and ask him politely to stop because it was making your boyfriend uncomfortable, and because you cared about him and how he felt (your boyfriend), you might try to politely arrange this so both parties didn’t hurt anymore. 

But there was another part of you, the dreamer, the hoper, the girl who used to sit on that hill with Peter and gaze at the stars, the girl who spent months sitting by the window with her lamp on, giving the love of her life every benefit of the doubt, every excuse in the book to cope with how he’d handled things. She didn’t want to do the right thing. She thought James was a dumbass who was being way too dramatic. 

God, you’d known Peter basically your whole life. Every childhood memory, you could spot him in the background somewhere. First day of school? You could see him walking through the doors, holding hands with his Aunt May. First field trip? You could spot him on the bus just a few seats ahead of you. High school graduation? Oh, he was definitely there.

And it isn’t like you actively sought him out either, he was just always…there. Since he came back, it was as if every force in the universe was trying to push the two of you together. That girl who sat by the window would’ve taken that as a clear sign, but not you. You just found it annoying.

Or at least…you thought you did.

You’d been a jumble of mixed, confused, and muddled thoughts since that morning in the park. Peter had said everything you’d once craved to hear from him. And yet, there was still so much you two needed to figure out if things were going to be normal between the two of you. What was normal between the two of you? Could you truly be just friends? After he’d told you he thought about you every day and dreamt about you every night? How does one suddenly go about ‘Oh yeah, that’s my ex. No, we never really resolved things and he just randomly popped back into my life after almost two years of not seeing each other, also, he practically admitted the reason he transferred colleges was because of me. It’s chill though.’ and be normal about it?

Since Peter had come back you’d been feeling a lot of guilt when it came to James. It was, after all, a difficult position to be put in. Your girlfriend’s ex randomly popping up out of nowhere and shoving himself into every aspect of her life? You weren’t an idiot, you knew that would be hard on any guy and you were trying to be so understanding, but it felt like he just wasn’t meeting you in the middle with this. And lately, that guilt had been tinged with something akin to irritation.

For instance, you were always trying to make up for everything going on with Peter. Always making sure to schedule some alone time, whether that be walking around campus or going over to each other’s apartments, sending extra sweet texts, and yet he never seemed to appreciate it. Either James ended up ignoring you, standing you up, or being an insecure moron. There was no need to talk about Peter right now when you were supposed to be spending quality time, and yet it was almost like he couldn’t help himself. Honestly, it was starting to piss you off. It seemed like he had no more interest in you and focused all his energy solely on your ex-boyfriend. He never seemed to appreciate anything anymore. It was almost as if he wanted to stay mad.  

You looked at his eyes, that pretty green shade that’d caught your attention when you’d first met him was long gone and replaced by a darker, stormier shade. Now that you thought about it, you couldn’t recall the last time his eyes had looked that pretty.

“James, we’re supposed to be spending time together,” you tried lightly. “We don’t need to talk about him right now”

You watched as he rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath. “What was that?” You asked, irritation dripping in your voice. 

“Nothing,” he said as he shook his head and looked away, only further infuriating you. 

James picked up his phone, scrolling while you stare at him helplessly. “James,” you sigh, “if there’s something bothering you could please let me know instead of—”

His phone dinged. He didn’t even give you a second thought before standing up and pocketing the cellular device. “The boys are chilling at Logan’s, I’m gonna head over there.”

“James.” You called after him as he walked away. “James.” Nothing. A few seconds, then…the slam of the front door. 

You threw your head back on your pillow, letting out an enormous sigh. You didn’t know what to do anymore, you didn’t want to hurt anyone, but it seemed that’s all you were doing. James didn’t even seem to want to put in the effort to make things better, Peter…well you had no clue what was going on with Peter. 

A knock on your open bedroom door caused you to raise your head. Alyssa stood in the doorway holding a carton of ice cream and two spoons. 

“You heard?” You asked. 

She winced, moving across the room to sit beside you on you bed. “Sorry babe, thin walls.”

You hummed, grabbing one of the spoons from her and scooping out a chunk of ice cream into your mouth. “I don’t know what to do!” You mumbled.

She followed suit, “He’s acting like an unreasonable dick, I know.” The both of you nodded. “The only thing I can think of is to give him some time. To settle down, to adjust.”

“I thought that too, but it’s like every time he sees Peter again, all that progress resets! So what’s the answer?”

“Murder Peter?” Lyss suggested, scraping some ice cream onto her spoon. 

You clinked your spoon against hers, “Not funny.”

“You’re right.” She said while laughing, causing you to shove her shoulder lightly. That only made her laugh harder. “I don’t know girl,” she finally spoke once she’d calmed down a bit, “this is kind of a unique situation.”

“Ugh!” You groaned. “Tell me about it.”

“And…I have some news that might not help.”

You paused. “What kind of news?” You asked slowly. 

Alyssa cringed. “I kinda sorta might absolutely need you to come in tomorrow.” 

You gaped at her. She knew you were avoiding Peter. She had just listened to you talk about how terrible it was every time James and Peter were in the same room and now she was trying to get the three of you together?

“I know it’s shitty timing—”

“Shitty timing?!”

She continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “And I wouldn’t do this to you unless I absolutely had to, believe me. But Rajesh, Sabrina, and Cora all called in sick and we still have so much work to do for the next issue so it’s all hands on deck and as your editor I know this is what needs to be done but as your friend…” she pouted at you, “I’m really, really, reallyyyyy sorry sweetie.”

You sighed. There was no choice. “So that’s what this was for?” You asked, motioning your spoon to the tub of ice cream sitting between the two of you. 

“No!” She shook her head in disbelief. “This was because your boyfriend is being stupid, your ex is being weird…and I wanted you to be eating something sweet when I told you about tomorrow.”

The two of you laughed. “Hey,” she said suddenly, throwing an arm over your shoulder, “I still mean what I said, I can fire him.”

“You just said ‘all hands on deck’!”

“Well, after we finish everything that needs to be done.”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t, bother, he’ll get the hint eventually.”

You didn’t blame Lyss for asking you to come in. At all. 

The news room was a mess. She wasn’t lying when she’d said all hands on deck. In fact, you weren’t sure if all the hands you had would be enough.

“Stephanie, sweetie, that goes over to photography.” You said exasperatedly, trying to keep your composure. This had been the third time you’d directed her. 

“Oh!” she said as if it were the first time. “Got it, sorry Y/N.”

You tried not to roll your eyes, the ruckus of the newsroom and its staff was starting to get to you, but you couldn’t get overwhelmed yet, not with so much still yet to be done. 

Lyss had taken over one half of the room while you took the other. You managed and guided, made some comments here and there, gave tips to some other editors. Your piece was currently undergoing editing by one of them and you had to admit, you were a little anxious. You knew it was good, you had gotten Alyssa to proofread for you, you had also asked James, but he hadn’t gotten a chance. You’d worked your butt off on this piece, but you were afraid after all the…events that had taken place that night, you might have been a little off. 

Speaking of events, you were turning to sneak a look over at Elijah, who was currently working on your article, when you caught a glimpse of extremely familiar brown curls over by the other photographers. All hands on deck, you thought. Ducking your head, you tried to move discreetly to the side when someone stopped you. 

“Y/N! Can we get your opinion on the front page layout?” It was Ryan, one of the photographers. Beside him sat a girl you weren’t quite familiar with, a fresh addition, you supposed. Together, they were working on the layout for the next edition. 

“We weren’t sure whether the headline should go here,” says the girl as she moved a cut-out piece of paper, “or here.”

You froze. There, on the front page, the picture that would be accompanying your article, was you. Or you on that damn collage as Peter held the ribbon with the most forced smile you’d ever seen. Maybe no one else could tell, but you could. You could always tell. Those crinkles by his eyes that you used to love so much weren’t there, a telltale sign. 

Something in your heart broke at that moment, guilt pouring all over you. He had done this amazing thing, made an incredible piece of art, won a really tough competition, and he hadn’t gotten to enjoy it. Because of you. 

“Y/N?” Ryan asked, confused. 

“Sorry.” You snapped out of it. No time for that right now. “Um…” you stared at the layout for a moment before shifting the headline slightly to make it more centered and positioning the photo beneath it. “Does that work? And the article would go here,” you pointed to the bottom of the page where it was empty. 

You watched as Ryan and the girl nodded. “That was my first choice.” Ryan said as he shot the girl a look. You had a feeling they’d been on this for a while. “Oh whatever Ry,” she rolled her eyes, but you could see her fighting back a smile.

“Alright, if you need anything else, just let me know.” You informed them. They agreed, and you moved to make your way around your half of the room again to make sure everything was going as it should be. 

“Y/N!” Lyss came running at you with a panicked look on her face that makes your heart drop. 

“Oh no, what is it?” You asked, already bracing for what might come out of her mouth. 

“I have to go. I just got an email from one of my professors, I have a fucking paper due by tonight and it counts for…well I don’t know, but a good chunk of my final fucking grade.”

Your face fell and you looked at her as if she’d just told you Godzilla was attacking the city. “Lyss, you cannot be serious right now.”

“I know, I know,” Alyssa winced.

“Well, ask for an extension!” You said in disbelief.

“I did! I swear I did, but apparently I’ve already used up all my extensions for that class? I didn’t even know you could do that!”

“Alyssa,” you whined, rubbing at your temple. “What the hell am I supposed to do? I can barely keep up with my half! There’s no way I could handle yours!”

“I’m so sorry, this is totally my fault, I just—” Alyssa was cut off by an all too familiar voice hat made you freeze in your spot. 

“Hey…Listen I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I heard you talking and I thought I could—”

“No,” You turned towards Peter, shaking your head at him. But the same time you said ‘no’, Alyssa perked up beside you, nodding eagerly. “Lyss,” you murmured quietly, turning towards her and widening your eyes in warning.

“Oh Y/N, come on,” she whined. You were hyperaware of Peter watching everything going down between the two of you. “If he can help, let him! Get some use out of him other than his longing stares across the room.” You noticed Peter fighting a blush, and you tried not to react to her words.

“He wouldn’t have to help if somebody remembered she had a paper to do.” You said with a small huff. 

“I know, I know,” she winced again, “and I swear girl, when I walk that stage to get my degree, I’m gonna thank you in my speech.”

“You don’t get a speech.”

“It’s fine, I’ll steal the microphone.”

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you at her promise. Glancing at Peter, who was still waiting there patiently, you scrunched up your nose at Alyssa, “Does he have to?”

“I’m right here, Ace.” Peter said simply. 

The nickname took you back to your argument with James last night, and you hated it. “That’s kind of the problem, Parker.”

“Hey,” Alyssa spoke up, and she was using her ‘I’m the editor and I decide how things go around here’ voice, making you shut up. “Listen Y/N, I know this is less than ideal, but you wanna be a writer and work in journalism for real? You’re gonna have to learn how to deal with people you don’t exactly get along with. Be professional.”

“And you,” she turned toward Peter, giving him a scathing look. You saw him visibly gulp, which made you feel a little bit better. “As a photographer working at the paper I manage, you’re awesome. But as a person, walking into my best friend’s life and acting the way you do? You piss me off. But…” she held up her hands, “I’ve threatened to fire you and she’s stopped me, so here we are. So, as a member of the paper, and only as a member of this paper, I’m telling you yes, we would appreciate your help while we face this very difficult time with half our team being struck down by The Plague.”

You snorted, “The Plague?”

Alyssa scoffed and looked at you incredulously. “No, seriously! What else do you call three—no, actually, four because Bernice just called me earlier, but what do you call that? They’re all sick!”

“The flu?” Peter tried. 

“You hush,” Alyssa warned him, making you smile. “Now,” she looked between the two of you seriously, “I’m gonna go and try to salvage what I can of my grade, and you two need to play nice and get this issue ready for print and publishing.”

“Yes ma’am,” you said dryly, willing to do it but not willing to do it happily. Peter just nodded quickly, afraid to say anything that might actually get him kicked off the paper for good. 

Alyssa looked between the two of you again before giving you a look, and you knew she was promising to make up for this later at home. You just gave her a smile nod, a promise you’d be alright and she should just go. 

Be professional. You could do that. 

When Alyssa left, Peter turned to you. “Where do you want me Ace?”

“Over there.” You pointed to the half of the room Alyssa had been in charge of. “That was Alyssa’s half, you can take over now. There shouldn’t be much to do, articles are mostly written, things just need proofreading, editing, and we’re still figuring out the layout. If you have any questions, ask me, and if anyone’s being incompetent, they’re not kindergarteners. Don't be afraid to remind them of that.”

“Alright,” he nodded with a serious look on his face and you felt a little better knowing he was willing to be professional too. 

Peter scurried away, leaving you to tend to your half of the room. Your gaze fell to James’ empty desk beside yours. Alyssa had said she’d asked him to come in…was he really that pissed off? You contemplated sending him a text, telling him things were a little hectic and even if he was mad at you, he should still do his part as a member of this team. But that thought was quickly pushed away when Elijah approached you, your laptop in hand. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled at you, handing you your laptop. 

You thanked him softly, looking at him with worried eyes. “So…how was it? I had Lyss proofread it before, but I’m scared she’s just being nice so—”

“No, no…” he shook his head with a small smile. “It was great, honestly. I don’t think you should change a thing, pretty sure you didn’t even make any grammar mistakes. I loved it, you made all the photos sound so beautiful. I think it’s really great, you know? You didn’t just write about the art, you understood it.”

Your heart melted a bit at his words. It was nice hearing that from someone who you didn’t split rent with, even if you did truly trust Alyssa’s judgment. “Thank you, Elijah. That means a lot.”

“Hey, no problem,” he shook his head, smiling at you. “Good luck with all of…” he glanced around the hectic newsroom, “this. And, truly, great paper Y/N.”

You laughed softly, “Thanks for both those things.”

Elijah just nodded before making his way back to his desk. You looked down at your laptop, biting your lip as you looked at the open word document. Your first front page. Looking up, you glanced around the room to see if anyone needed anything then, when you caught Peter’s eye. 

He strode over to you in a few steps, making you raise a brow. “Need something?”

Peter shook his head, looking a little sheepish, “No, um… is—is that the article?” He pointed to the laptop in your heads.

“Yes…” you spoke slowly, still not grasping his point. 

“Can I read it?”

“What? No,” you said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh, come on, Ace. Why not? That dude just said it was great! I just wanna see for myself, even though I know it’s amazing. “

You shook your head, looking at him as if he were insane. “No chance, Peter. Now get back to work.”

“Not even a peek?” He gave you those sad puppy dog eyes, the same ones he used to give you those nights you’d kick him off of your fire escape he was begging for just ‘five more minutes’.

You almost wanted to give in, once upon a time you would have, but not now. You wouldn’t. “Not even a peek. You can read it when it’s published, now shoo.”

He sighed dramatically, making you bite back a smile. “You’re so cruel sometimes, Ace.”

You laughed. “Well, suck it up. How’re things going on your side?” Civilized. Professional. It was what you were trying to be despite the underlying tension between you two caused by almost two years of no contact, his sudden arrival, and everything that had happened between the two of you. Most recent being that talk in the park. 

“Oh, it’s good, I think.” He shrugged casually, looking back at his half of the room. “They seem to have a hang on things.”

You held back a laugh, staring at him with a raised brow, “Are you even doing anything or just walking around?”

Peter laughed softly. He was glad he was getting to talk to you like this after everything that had happened. He’d gotten the sense you were avoiding him after that morning in the park. You hadn’t been in the newsroom and he hadn’t seen you walking your usual routes around campus. He knew things weren’t okay, not by a long shot, but this was still a welcome reprieve. 

“Walking around is doing something. If anyone needs help, they can just…holler?”

You do laugh this time. “Holler? Seriously, Peter?”

“Well, I don’t know,” he grinned at you, your laugh making his heart skip a beat. “No one’s asked for help yet, but I’m making myself available to them. That’s what I meant to say.” 

“Alright,” you nodded, still smiling. It still shocked you how the two of you could compartmentalize and work together so well when things were so weird between you. “Well, I should…”

“Actually, I did need your help picking out some photos,” he blurted. He’d felt the conversation coming to a lull, and he didn’t want to stop talking to you just yet. “Just…just wait here.”

Peter held up a finger to you before making his way across the room, grabbing his laptop, and coming back. He pressed a few buttons before holding it out to face you. “I have some photos I need you to choose from. Some from the competition, others just fillers for the other articles and pages.”

“Okay,” you looked at the laptop in his hands before laughing in disbelief. “Oh my god, Peter! You still have this thing? How is it still alive?”

Peter laughed as well. It was true, he’d had that laptop since high school, and it was old back then. The two of you used to watch videos for school together on it and you’d joke that it was on its last breath. He was glad you remembered that. “Hey, no hating on Rusty. He does his job, and he does it well.”

A voice sounded from Peter’s side of the room. “Peter!”

You snorted and rolled your eyes, “Still using that dumb name.”

“It is not dumb.”

“It sounds like something you’d name a dog.”

“If I had a dog, I’d name it something way cooler.”

“Peter!!”

You turned to see who it was, and you saw Ryan waving at the two of you. Your eyes drifted back to Peter. “Um, I think you’re needed.”

“Forget him,” Peter shakes his head, his eyes never leaving yours. He didn’t want to end his short time with you. “He’s annoying, that’s just his thing.”

“Penis Parker!! Yoohoo!”

You laughed in surprise, having not heard that nickname since high school. “You told him about that?” 

Peter held back a groan. “Shit, I’m sorry Ace. Here,” he handed you his laptop, “I already have it pulled up, you just need to pick out what you think works and I’ll deal with the rest. I’ll be right back.” Holding up a finger, he walked away, leaving you with his computer. A second later, you heard his voice a couple feet away, “What the hell was that man?”

You smiled to yourself and took his laptop to your desk, starting to scroll through the photos. You hadn’t seen Peter’s photography in a long time (the competition did not count) and it felt oddly intimate going through his USB drive.

You’d always been a fan of Peter’s photography, not just because you were together, but because it’d always felt like getting a chance of getting to see the world through his eyes. And what an interesting way to see things. Who wouldn’t want to see the world through the eyes of the love of their life—Previous love of their life? 

This was no different, Peter had an accumulation of photos to choose from, both from the competition and not. It seemed he hadn’t just been competing that day. 

Just as you were selecting a few that you’d liked most, his computer crashed out of the file you were in, sending you back to the homepage with a little ‘error:’ notification. 

“Stupid computer,” you mutter, trying to open it back up to no avail. This thing was a piece of junk, you had no idea how he still got any work done on it. 

But just when you were about to call Peter over to reprimand him about his worthless piece of metal he called a computer, your eyes caught sight of file sitting leisurely on his homepage. 

“Ace♠️”

What? You thought Peter only used that nickname for you…if he called other people that, other girls, you were going to be sick. 

Before you could stop yourself, you were clicking on it. 

What you definitely weren’t expecting to see was every article you’d ever written for The Spectator saved. From your first shitty Kent Hall bathroom opening, to your latest one.

Your heart stuttered and your breathing hitched. He didn’t…did he? You clicked on the files, desperate to see when these had all been saved. But they all had different dates. They were either saved close to or the exact date these pieces had been published. Peter had been reading your writing while he was away. 

Your mind briefly wandered to that time you’d run into him outside the photography building, right after he’d gotten back. You’d told him about you getting the front page for the article on the photography competition and he told you he thought all your writing belonged on the front page. When you’d said he hadn’t read any of it, he’d just shook his head and said that wasn’t true. 

You’d just brushed it off and assumed he’d meant when he used to read your essays and projects in high school, but now….

What the fuck did this mean?

“Hey Ace, I’ll be right there!” Peter’s voice snapped you out of your inner turmoil. You clicked out of the file, quickly pulling the photos back up as Peter walked back up to you, standing before your desk ask grinning large. 

“So?” He asked, looking down at you expectantly.

Gaping, you floundered for words. “Uhh…yeah, yeah, mhmm…” you handed him the laptop again, pointing the ones you liked. “I think those—those ones—they should be good.”

“Alright,” he nodded, his eyes fixed on the screen. “Cool, thanks Ace. I’ll start working on those.”

“Mhmm, sure,” you said simply, hoping he’d just go. 

Peter’s eyes flicker up to you, a question in his eyes. “You good, ace?”

Fuck. “Yeah. Are you good, Parker?”

He faltered and made a face as if he were seriously thinking about your question, and it almost made you laugh. “Um…yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, great. Well, now that we’ve got that covered, you wanna go get those photos ready for publishing?”

“Sure, yeah. ‘Course,” he muttered, grabbing his laptop and turning away before he turned back to you again. “One last question, Ace.”

“Hmm?”

“When…when the paper comes out, where can I get a copy?”

“Umm…just about anywhere, really. Any of the libraries, the campus center, residence halls, they’re all over the place. And the digital version, of course…” He obviously knew about that one. 

“Right…okay, thanks.” He shot you an easy smile before walking back to the other side of the room. 

You exhaled slowly, trying to regain your composure. You’d been doing fine, you were focused on getting everything on track, fulfilling the job Alyssa had trusted you with, being professional. But of course, Peter Parker had to ruin that. 

Your eyes flickered back to James’ desk, and you felt a strange twinge in your heart. You had to check up on him, even if the two do you were in an argument. 

Pulling out your phone, you quickly pull up your text thread with him and sent a quick message asking how he was. It wasn’t really early in the day, so when you didn’t get a reply, well, you weren’t exactly worried, he was probably still upset with you and James was known to be petty, but you weren’t brushing it off either. 

So, you opened Instagram. Heading over to James’ profile specifically, you noticed he had something posted on his story. You clicked it and were shown a video of James in a crowded room lit up by strobe lights, chugging two beers at once. 

Of course. Here you were feeling guilty that he was so upset with you and what had happened between you two that he couldn’t bring himself to come in today. But no, in true James fashion, he’d just gotten wasted and was probably passed out in his apartment right now. While you were depending on him, while Alyssa was depending on him. 

You quickly shut off your phone and shoved in back in your bag. As soon as you were finished with your work here, you knew exactly where you were headed next.

You knocked strongly on the door, shifting on your feet as you waited for an answer. After a few moments, a disheveled looking James opened the door. He wasn’t wearing a shirt—just a pair of pajama shorts hung on his hips—and from the way he was rubbing his eyes, you were sure you’d just woken him up. 

“Hey babe,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy in a way that used to bring a smile to your face, but now it only served to irritate you. “What’s up?”

“Have you been asleep till now?” You asked. You tried to keep the irritation out of your voice, but it was hard. 

James only hummed in response, stretching out on his toes, lifting his arms above his head and letting out a soft groan. “Mmm…yeah, I went out with the boys last night. We got wrecked.”

The grin on his face made you scoff. Pushing past him, you stepped into his apartment. You peered through the doorway that led to the living room and saw a friend of his crashed on the couch, one whose name you couldn’t remember. You turned back towards James, who had shut the door and was standing there, as if waiting for you to finish whatever it was that brought you here so he could go back to sleep. 

“You have classes today, don’t you?”

“Eh, it’s fine. I’ll grab the notes from someone else or something.” He brushed you off with a wave of his hand. “Is that why you’re here? To make sure I get to class?”

You might’ve laughed if he hadn’t looked so annoyed. “No, I came over to see why you didn’t come into the paper today.”

James made a face as if that were the most ridiculous thing you could’ve said. “The paper? Seriously, babe?”

“Yes, seriously James. The place was a mess today, we were down like five members and we could’ve really used your help! Alyssa said she asked you to come in.”

“I haven’t checked my phone,” he rolled his eyes, “and besides, I’m sure Lyss will understand—”

“It’s not about Lyss understanding, James. It’s about you being fucking responsible enough to be trusted to do your job. In a position you signed up for, no less.”

“The fuck is your problem Y/N,” he sneered in a way that made you see red. “So I didn’t come in today, whatever.”

“No, it’s not ‘whatever’, James. God…” you ran a hand through your hair and exhaled exasperatedly. Was this really something that warranted an argument? No, not to you. Because James should know his responsibilities, you shouldn’t have to remind him.

“You have responsibilities, James.” You said slowly. The last thing you needed was another argument. 

All you got from that were narrowed eyes in your direction. “Like I need my girlfriend reminding me what the fuck my responsibilities are.”

You didn’t know the word “girlfriend” could be made to sound so close to a slur. “Look James, I’m not trying to be controlling, or annoying—”

“Really?” He rolled his eyes, “well you’re sure succeeding.”

You bit your tongue. Raising your voice right now and arguing wouldn’t do either of you any good, and you wouldn’t be able to get your point across. But hell…you’d be lying if you said you weren’t even a little angry. Normally, you brushed off James’ partying and drinking, he was a college student after all, and just because you weren’t really into that didn’t mean you expected him to be the same. But when it affected his school work, his work on the paper, his relationship with you, and he was being this resilient to change, not even giving you a chance to speak. Yeah, now you had a right to be upset. 

“James, you know I never really care that you want to go party, more power to you. But it isn’t right when you let down the people who were counting on you, when you hurt others and yourself, too. How many times can you miss class before it starts to affect your grade? You just—”

“Oh my fucking god,” he grumbled under his breath, sighing deeply and running a hand through. “You fucking woke me up for this shit? To talk about my ‘grades’ and the fucking paper?”

“Why is it so bad that I wanted your help with something you signed up for?!” you asked in disbelief. 

James shook his head, his gaze fixed on the wall, refusing to meet your eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”

You narrow your eyes at him, wanting to argue, wanting to push back, when you realize…you don’t have to. You didn’t have to constantly go through this with him, over and over, ending one argument just to start another. You didn’t have to roll over and accept the way he was speaking to you. 

A relationship should be a bonus—something that lifts you up, not weighs you down. A person who understood you, respected you, and leveled with you. 

Not… whatever this was. 

You’d been scared to admit it to yourself since Peter came into the picture, you worried how it might look if you chose to end things with James after your ex came back into town.

But the truth was even before Peter came back, there’d been things about James that hadn’t sat right with you. The way he blew off your plans so easily to go hang out with his friends, the way he seemed to want to be upset with you sometimes. It never really felt right, that time during winter break you’d specifically declined meeting his parents and him meeting yours, and he’d showed up at your house anyway, giving you no choice. Sometimes, he just brushed off your opinions or concerns as if your thoughts meant nothing to him. As if you meant nothing. 

Yeah, he’d been charming at first. Complimented your writing. Your looks. Said all the right things. But looking back, that was just it: he’d talked. And once he had you, the effort stopped.

He’d enjoyed the chase, you realized. You’d come to college not expecting, or even wanting, to date anyone after everything that had happened with Peter. And James loved a challenge. 

Well, you weren’t just someone to be caught and forgotten. 

“We’re done.” Not a waver or quiver in your voice.

He blinked. A flicker of confusion cracked his indifference.

“What’d you just say?”

Oh. You realized that he really hadn’t expected you to go there. 

“You heard me,” you said simply, shrugging your shoulder. “If you have anything at my place, I’ll bring it over or have Alyssa do it.” 

You had never really stayed over at his apartment. Strangers always crashing, red flags all over, it made you uncomfortable. You’d told him as much the one and only time he’d ask why you didn’t sleep over, and he’d done nothing to change it. With a small flicker of embarrassment for yourself, you realized you’d never expected him to. In all honesty, you’d never expected much from James at all. Which made the small moments you had, and he’d still managed to let you down all the more recognizable.

James shook his head, a puzzled expression on his face. It almost made you laugh how confused he was. It really wasn’t that unbelievable. “You can’t just do that. You can’t just break up with me.”

“Um…yes I can.” You said simply, stepping back towards the door, your hand falling on the knob.

“Is this about that fucking Parker guy?” He asked, his eyes darkening. Gone was the shock.

But you just rolled your eyes. “No, James, believe it or not, I’m not breaking up with you to get back with Peter. I’m doing it because you’re kind of a piece of shit.” You opened the door. “So rest assured—there’s no ulterior motive. This one’s all on you.”

And with that, you left.

The shopping ban you and your father had bestowed upon your mom didn’t last very long, so it didn’t surprise you when you’d gotten a call from her on Friday telling you’d she’d gotten ‘a cute little bookshelf that would look perfect in your apartment’ and that you should come over to pick it up, and since you’d already be there, you may as well spend the weekend. 

Part of you wondered whether this was just a little scheme she’d conjured up to get you to spend more time at home, but you didn’t really mind. You wanted to get away for a bit.

You hadn’t told anyone about your breakup with James, not yet at least. The only person who knew about it so far was Alyssa. She’d told you that, while she’d absolutely been cheering for you two in the beginning, this was a decision she completely supported and understood.

“He’s been acting like a fucking idiot lately. Honestly, I think you held out too long, Y/N.”

“You’re still his friend too, Lyss.”

“Yeah right, the little fucker was only using me last year to get to you. But at least we got something useful out of him when he helped us move in. From now on, I’m just his editor. Unless…I can always fire him if you want.”

“Alyssa.”

You weren’t sure why exactly you brought it up to anyone. You just didn’t want it to be a big deal where people tiptoed around you and tried to get you to be sad. Because honestly…you weren’t upset, not at all. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, like you’d been blindfolded and put in a strange room, only for the blindfold to fall off and for you to realize you were just outside, walking in a clear, green, flower-filled park. 

Part of you felt bad for feeling so relieved. A bigger part of you couldn’t care less. 

You’d cared for James for a brief moment. There was a small window where he actually felt kind of like a boyfriend. But that didn’t last long, and it didn’t hit you how incompatible you were until you’d left his apartment the other day. James was never the kind of guy you saw yourself with in the long-run, and he wasn’t even that great of a short-run if you were being honest with yourself. 

It was alright the first time he’d come over to your place after a long night of getting wasted with his friends, but after that, it had just started to feel like a chore. You’d help him, but only because you felt obligated to. You were his girlfriend, after all. 

And while you didn’t have much experience in that department, you’d still felt it was kind of your responsibility. You’d helped Peter with plenty of things when the two of you were together. 

But it was different with him, you’d never felt like it was a job you had to fulfill when he’d come home after a particularly bad night, bruised and cut up and you’d bandage him. It didn’t annoy you when the two of you had gone to one of Flash’s house parties and Peter had gotten drunk for the very first time. 

It wasn’t an obligation to help him, to care for him, to love him. You just did. And you hadn’t really realized that not every relationship would be like that until you were with James. Even then, you hadn’t let yourself think that way or compare the two, but now you didn’t care.

You never loved James, not really. Not the way that you had loved Peter. And you knew James had never loved you, not the way Peter had loved you. 

Had.

The thought sent a pang of hurt through your chest.

And then there was the Peter Parker of it all…

You couldn’t deny the fact that part of why you were so reluctant to share the news of yours and James’ separation was because of him. You weren’t sure how he’d react. Or even worse, you had an inkling, and you couldn’t let that happen. 

That morning in the park Peter had more or less admitted that the reason for his transfer was you, and while once upon a time that would’ve thrown you over the moon, not anymore. You couldn’t deny the facts. 

He had left. He had made promises, and he had broken them. 

Him thinking that your breakup with James was the green light he’d been waiting for since he’d gotten there, and just forgetting all the pain and heartbreak he’d caused was something you didn’t want. Not yet, at least. He’d find out soon enough, but you’d cross that bridge when you got to it. 

So now you were back home, watching TV alone, when then was a knock at the door. Standing, you made your way over and opened it without checking the peephole, automatically thinking it was just your parents.

Wrong.

“Hey Ace, how’s it going?” Peter asked with a small smile. The door behind him, the one to his and May’s apartment, was pushed open and the scene, him standing here before you, calling you by that name, in this building where you two had connected, had loved, was so familiar it made everything down to your blood cells stutter in your body. 

How many times had you crossed over this small hallway and into that apartment, how many times had you opened the door to a greeting just like that one? Too many to count, before it had all abruptly come to a stop. 

“It’s going fine. What’s up with you, Parker? You need something?” Your tone is cool, collected, not letting on how hard the nostalgia had just hit you.

“No…no, I’m good, I think. May did ask me to tell you something, though.” Peter shifted on his feet. He was tempted to stick a foot in the doorway just to make sure you wouldn’t slam it in his face.

“Oh? And what's that?” You raised an inquisitive brow at him and watched him stutter. 

“W-well she just—you remember when I said she would love to have you over for dinner? She heard your parents were out and wanted me to ask if you wanted to come over.”

“Really? She wanted you to ask?”

“No…I mean yes! Yes,” he scrunched his eyes shut, shaking his head and looking down, “I don’t know why I said that.”

You glanced down at the watch on your wrist. It was getting late and your parents weren’t back yet, you were sure they’d stop at some restaurant to grab their dinner. And you did miss May…

“I could just order takeout,” you said with a small shrug. “I don’t wanna bother you two or anything.”

Peter’s face fell. “No! No, please. We—I mean, May would really love to have you over. Please?” He added, a little quieter this time.

You shifted on your feet, your hand gripping the door a little tighter. Was this really a good idea?

“I’d have to change out of my pajamas,” you said quietly, gesturing down to yourself, clad in a hoodie and sweatpants. 

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He grinned at you as if that was exactly what he had been hoping you’d say. 

Fighting off a smile, you shut the door and made your way to your bedroom. A simple sweater and jeans would suffice, but you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. Dinner with Peter and May. That was something you hadn’t had in years. You’d almost forgotten what it entailed. 

When you made your way across the hall, the door was already open a crack. You knocked anyway and heard the unmistakable sound of May Parker. “Come on in, sweetheart! Peter, I told you to leave it open, did you leave it—”

“I swear I left it open, May!”

“Are you sure?”

“He did,” you said softly, padding into their apartment. “I just…thought I’d knock anyway.”

May grinned at the sound of your voice, dropping the small pan in her hand onto the counter before bounding over to you and wrapping her arms around you tight. “Oh, honey, I’ve missed you.”

You grinned, holding her back just as tight, “I’ve missed you too.”

She pulled away, smiling happily, before she turned back toward Peter, who stood to the side, leaning against the counter. “Peter, honey, fridge. Now.”

Your eyes narrowed in confusion and you watched as Peter quickly grabbed a white square shaped box, and carried it to the fridge to store inside.

“Is that…dinner?” You asked, glancing up at May.

“Oh no, honey,” May laughed and placed a hand on your shoulder, leading you to the small table in the corner, one you ate at multiple times. But not for a while now. 

“Come on, take a seat. Peter and I will start bringing things over.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t let her cook!” Peter called from the other side of the kitchen. 

You brought your hand to your mouth to stifle your laugh, not wanting to hurt May’s feelings, though it was all in good fun and she knew it. 

May walked back into the kitchen, grabbed a towel off the counter and lightly flick it at Peter’s back. He let out an exaggerated yelp, squeezing his eyes shut and bringing his hands up to cover his head. “Mercy! Mercy!”

May rolled her eyes and you let out a soft laugh. You watched them as they worked together, placing the takeout food on plates and bowls before placing them on the table before you. The familiarity was so intense, a longing fulfilled after so much time, it was almost unsettling.

It felt something like a dream when they both sat down at the table. Like a weird sense of déjà vu. But things were different now, Peter had spent two years away, you’d gone to Columbia, and you had a new boyfriend—

No, you didn’t. 

And they didn’t know that. 

You looked down at your plate, reaching for the cup of water they’d placed before you and taking a sip just to have something to do.

“Here honey,” May murmurs, scooping some food onto your plate, “we ordered from that Thai place you love.”

Your heart warmed at her words. “The one with the rice rolls?”

“And the green curry,” Peter finished with a nod. That had always been your order every time you two ate together. 

His eyes were on you, it seemed they had been since you’d set foot in their apartment. But for you, you couldn’t maintain eye contact with him for more than a few seconds before finding something else to look at. It was a little more difficult now that you and James had broken up. Even if Peter didn’t know. 

You had tried to tell yourself it meant nothing, that your breakup with James would’ve happened whether Peter was back or not…and maybe that was a true. It was probably true. But it didn’t change the fact that Peter had almost definitely sped up that process. 

“That’s…that’s, amazing you guys, thank you.” And although your words were intended for a group, your eyes and your smile were for May. 

‘Anytime, sweetheart,” she said with her own smile. “You’re welcome here anytime, you know that. Honestly, you should start coming over more, Peter here has been hounding me day and night to ask you to come ov—”

A loud, forced cough cut through the air and both you and May’s eyes fell on Peter, whose cheeks were turning a pretty shade of pink. 

You eyed him for a moment, watched as he gave May an exasperated look and a shake of his head. You wondered if he thought you wouldn’t notice. 

“Well…” you said softly, turning back to May, “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”

“Oh, anytime honey.” She said with a wide grin. Something told you she had no problem exposing Peter like she had. 

And so the dinner went on, Peter eventually reeling from his earlier embarrassment and joining in on the conversation. It was fun, not that you hadn’t thought it would be, but you hadn’t expected how easy it would be to fall back into old roles, old memories. 

Peter and May made you laugh, you made them laugh. Stories spilled, jokes were made, and you even found yourself joking around with Peter alone. 

It was natural. Too natural, maybe.

At one point, he bumped your foot under the table, and when you looked up, he gave you that crooked grin you hadn’t realized you remembered so well. It did something strange to your chest. Not painful exactly—just... familiar.

May excused herself to get dessert, and for a brief moment, it was just the two of you again.

“You still eat like a kid,” you said, sipping your drink with a smirk.

Peter raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”

“You do. Your side of the table is a mess, and don’t think I didn’t notice you picking out all the carrots on your plate.”

His face went red again. “Okay…I don’t like carrots. But you knew that already.”

It was true, you did know that. In fact, he’d used to pick them out onto your plate because you enjoyed them and you always got on him about being wasteful. 

He smiled, but the moment lingered longer than it should’ve, like they were both waiting for the next unspoken thing. Like they were still suspended in that strange space between what they’d had and whatever this was now.

And it scared you a little, how easy it would be to fall right back in.

“Okay! Peter, will you bring her to the living room?” May’s voice rang out through the apartment. 

“Come on,” Peter stood and held a hand out to you. To both your surprises, you took it. 

He led you to the living room where May stood beside the coffee table, hands clasped together as she grinned at you wide. She made a flourishing gesture with her hands and that was when your eyes fell to the table beside her. 

That white square shaped box you’d seen Peter carrying when you’d first arrived was sitting there, lid open. A cake that read “Congrats on the front page!” lay inside. 

Peter nudged your side. “Congrats, Ace.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes before looking over at May again. “Petey mentioned that your article on the photography competition was on the front page! And your first one ever! Of course, we had to celebrate our girl!”

You smiled at her, your heart absolutely melting at the sweetness of their actions, especially the term ‘our girl.’ You rushed over, pulling her into a hug, which she happily reciprocates. “Thank you,” you murmured softly, “this is so…so sweet. Thank you.”

“Oh, don’t thank me, it was—” she cuts herself off and you pull away just in time to see her eyes fixed over your shoulder before settling on you. “It was no problem, we’re—I’m so proud of you.”

“Where’s Peter’s cake?” You asked, turning back to look at Peter, who still stood where you’d left him, his hand that’d been holding yours briefly was now shoved in his pocket.

“What do you mean, Ace?”

“I mean, you’re the one who won the whole competition, that a pretty big deal. We should celebrate that too.”

You watched his expression soften before he shook his head, walking closer to you with that cocky grin on his face. “Maybe, but your article really brought my piece to life. Maybe you can do a live reading for us—”

“Absolutely not,” you cut him off, shaking your head quickly. 

“No? Well, that’s okay, I’m sure I can find the link for it online…” he trails off, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Oh. Well, he certainly has a knack for reading my articles online, you thought. 

“Nope,” you said simply, swiping his phone out of his hand before he could protest. 

“Oh, come on,” he said with an enormous grin. “May has been dying to read it, she was really hoping you’d read it aloud for us.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it, you can just lend her one of many copies I’m sure you have in your room.” Or share the link he almost definitely had saved in that old rust bucket he still called a computer. 

Peter’s eyes widened just a fraction before they narrowed at you, and there was no mistaking the flush blooming on his cheeks. “You…I—I don’t have any.”

You look at him with an amused expression. “Peter,” you said slowly, “it was a joke.”

He seemed to let out a breath of relief, and a smile bloomed on his face. “Ha-ha, very funny, Ace.”

May, who’d been watching you both with a smile, thought it might be best if she excused herself for a bit. Just a little while. “Peter,” she gestured to the dessert, “be a dear and cut the girl some cake.”

Peter nodded, quickly moving to grab a plate from the ones she’d set out, and a cake knife. May turned to you with an apologetic smile, “I’m just gonna be one second, dear. I have to make a quick phone call for something to do with the community center, It’s kind of important. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” you said with a smile, “go ahead. We’ll get your plate ready.”

She gave your cheek a quick peck, pulling away with a smile before heading into her bedroom. You sat back on the couch just as Peter approached with two plates of cake. 

“For the lady,” he murmured as he handed you your plate, falling deep into a bow before falling down beside you as you laughed.

As much as he had hurt you and as easy as it was for him to piss you off, it was becoming clearer and clearer to you since he’d returned; you could never truly hate Peter Parker. 

“Thank you,” you murmured, taking a bite of cake. Your favorite flavor. Of course it was.

“‘Course,” he said simply, shoveling a large forkful of his own piece into his mouth. “You are an award-winning journalist, after all.”

“‘Award-winning?’” You asked with a laugh. “Since when? Do you know something I don’t, Parker?”

He looked at you seriously. “You mean, other than the fact that there is definitely a Pulitzer Prize in your future? No, no, I don’t think I do.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. Even now, he still had all this faith in you. “So I take it you liked the article?”

“Liked it? Ace, I loved it.”

The complete and utter sincerity was almost enough to bring you to tears, and you had to take another bite of cake to make sure that didn’t happen. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His tone never wavered, and his eyes never left your face. “and I don’t just mean the part where you’re talking about me or my piece, I mean all of it. The way you described the photos, the art, the visions and messages all those people were trying to share…it was beautiful. I’ve never read anything like it and I think it’s so awesome that this is just the start of what’s going to be a very successful career.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, averting your gaze from his. It was just too intense, his words, the eye contact… 

“But, of course, my favorite part was where you spoke about my piece.” He said easily, eat another bite of cake. 

You couldn’t help the loud laugh that escaped you. He always had a knack for comforting you whenever things felt like too much, whether directly or not. “I’m sure it was.”

The two of you fell into comfortable silence and you couldn’t help the small nagging voice in your head. Maybe you shouldn’t say anything…but you really wanted to know…

“Hey,” you said suddenly, bringing your feet up onto the couch and folding them under you as you adjusted your body to face him more, “you remember the other day when we were working on the paper, and you gave me your computer to pick some photos?”

“Mhm,” Peter hummed, looking up at you as he shoved another forkful of cake into his mouth. Frosting coated his lips and the surrounding areas and it was surprisingly hard not to just lean in and kiss it clean. He was adorable. 

You swallowed and looked away, ridding the thought from your head. “Well, your ratchet, dusty old computer—”

“No hating on rusty.”

“—it crashed, and I…I found a file.”

Peter paused. Slowly, he lowered the plate to his lap, leaning over to grab a napkin from the table, wiping his face, before facing you again. “Oh? What kind of file?”

“Porn.” 

You shook your head as soon as the word left your mouth, you and Peter both falling into giggles. “I’m sorry, I'm sorry, that was so lame, but it was right there.”

Peter shook his head, a large grin on his face. “No, totally fair. But I do think that if it were porn, you wouldn’t be bringing this up right now, hm?”

“No, I wouldn’t be,” you said softly, shaking your head.

“So…?”

“Well…the only reason I even clicked it was cause it had my name on it, literally, not some metaphorical bullshit, I just want you to know that.”

He knew, of course. “And?” He asked, still looking at you.

You paused for a moment, letting your eyes trace over his expression. He didn’t seem offended you’d been (not really, but really) snooping, he didn’t seem embarrassed to have been caught. He just looked…normal, as if to say, “what else did you expect?”

“And…you were keeping up with my writing? While you were away?”

“Is that a question, Ace? I thought you saw the file?”

“No…no, I saw. And I always saw that they were each downloaded pretty close to the day they were released.”

“Well, forgive me for keeping up with my favorite writer,” he teased, but his voice was soft. Sincere. 

You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond to that. So you inhaled through your nose and sat back against the couch, facing the TV. You could feel Peter beside you doing the same.

“It wasn’t that difficult finding them, you know. They’re one of the top searches when someone searches your name.”

“Oh…I didn’t know that.” You mused quietly. So he’d googled you.

“Did you ever…I don’t know, look me up?”

Easy answer. 

“No.” You said bluntly

The two of you turned at the same time, meeting each other’s eyes before bursting into laughs. 

When you’d calmed down a bit, you looked back over at him. “Why? What would I have found?”

“Oh, nothing worthwhile.” He’d answered too easily. And you knew that wasn’t true. It seemed you had plans for tonight. 

“Oh, I’m sure.” You said with a small eye roll, taking another bite of cake. 

“I meant it, you know,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving your face. “You are my favorite writer.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I’m not sure you read enough for that claim to have any weight behind it.”

Peter just grinned, “Oh, but I mean it, Ace.”

Of course he did. 

“Thank you,” you murmured quietly. 

“You don’t need to thank me, I’ve always thought your writing was—”

“That’s not what I meant. I was talking about this,” you gestured to the cake, the frosting message that’d been written on it cut off due to the missing slices. “It was…really sweet of you, thank you.”

Peter was quiet for once, taking a moment before he spoke up again. “You…you already thanked May.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “but I didn’t thank you. And I know it was your idea.”

He paused, his eyes fixed on his lap, and this time, you were the one who kept your eyes on him. After a few moments, he looked up. “That obvious?”

You scrunched up your nose and nodded. “Little bit, yeah.”

He laughed softly. “Well, you can’t blame me. It absolutely is worth celebrating. And you never mentioned having plans or something with James or Lyss, or anyone else, so I…”

You swallowed hard at the mention of James, but you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered at his words. If anyone knew how much this meant to you, it was Peter. “Well, it means a lot, really.”

“You know, despite the fact that we aren’t…you know,” he swallowed hard, as if it physically hurt him to say that, “but we were friends first, and I remember. I know how hard you’ve worked for this, how much you’ve wanted it. And I’m glad to be here for it.”

“I’m…I’m glad you’re here too.” Barely a whisper, but so much more. The kindest words you’d given him since he’d return. Not forgiveness, no, it’d take a lot more to get there, but an acknowledgement. An appreciation of your friendship before everything, the connection you two shared, one you’d probably never find with anyone else. 

His gaze never faltered from yours and you could tell by the look on his face how much your words had effected him. His eyes were like two windows into that mind you used to know like the back of your hand. And, sometimes, you thought you still could. 

Which was why you leaned away and cleared your throat. Your eyes fell to the empty plate in his hands. “Um…do you want me to get you another slice?”

He looked down at the plate in his hands as if just realizing it was there. Shaking his head, he reached for your plate as well, “Don’t worry about it, you’re the guest of honor. I can get it.” 

As he leaned over to reach the cake, he caught sight of the untouched plate he’d gotten ready for his aunt. With furrowed brows, he looked back at you over his shoulder. “Hey, where’d May run off to?”

“Oh,” you waved a hand, “said she had to call someone or something for the community center. She went into her room.”

Peter gave you a quizzical look, making you raise a brow at him. “What?” You asked.

“Her phone’s right there, Ace.” He pointed to the edge of the coffee table where, sure enough, May’s phone sat tauntingly.

Your mouth fell open in disbelief and your eyes flicked to her closed bedroom door. That little…

“Liar,” you hissed, making Peter laugh. “She said it was important!”

“I’m sure she thinks whatever’s going on out here is more important.” He snickered. 

“Not funny, Peter!”

“You know,” he mused thoughtfully, “this might be the only time she’s ever happily left us alone.”

You flushed at the thought. It was true, when the two of you had been together, both your parents and May had made the rules about hanging out way stricter, and they’d always been lurking around, never leaving the two of you alone and out of sight for long.

“I wonder if she—”

The sound of a door opening cut Peter off, making both your heads turn. May stood there grinning widely. 

“Hey! Sorry, these people are so incompetent. I mean, how hard is it to understand where to leave an order, am I right? Did you save me some cake?”

You and Peter exchanged a glance before erupting into laughter. 

Contrary to popular belief, being Spider-Man was a stress reliever for Peter. Of course, it had its more than stressful moments. But often times when things were getting rough in his personal life he held onto the fact that he got to swing around the city (North Carolina was fine, but it was nothing compared to New York) and help the people who needed him. It felt good to be needed. 

Nothing quite beat the feeling he got when he returned a lost child to his terribly worried parents, or when he helped rescue a girl who was stuck in burning building, her father waiting for her eagerly down on the street. It often times made him wonder how he would feel if it were his loved ones in peril. If it were Ned, or MJ, or May. Or you. 

He never thought he’d have to find out. 

Until today. 

It was like any other day, and when he thought about that later it would make him sick to his stomach how something so terrible could happen and the world would go on. How there would be no signs. 

He had been swinging around downtown Manhattan. It was a peaceful afternoon in New York, full of people just bustling around as they enjoyed the nice weather, and Peter was still riding the high of dinner with you last night. How it’d felt like the two of you had really connected, like he might just have a shot at earning your forgiveness. He kept thinking about how good it felt to have you back at his place with him and May, how natural it was. 

Maybe he was too stuck in his head, daydreaming and reminiscing, and that was the problem.

Early evening traffic was just beginning, the roads and crosswalks full of people trying to get back to their homes. 

He should’ve been faster.

He should’ve noticed it sooner. Something. Anything.  

Shooting a web toward the nearest lamppost, Peter hauled himself onto a low, nearby roof and crouched on the edge. “So Karen, what’ve we got today?”

“There seems to be some commotion on the Brooklyn Bridge, cars are piling up. Cause of commotion is unknown.”

Peter’s brows furrowed and he was immediately springing into action. Bridges were a terrible place for accidents to take place, they were crowded, and far too many times he’d saved someone from sliding past the broken railings and into the waters. 

Sure enough, when he got there Peter could see that this was no exception. The bridge was packed, overflowing with vehicles and people rushing out of their cars. It was worse than the usually New York traffic. He swung down quickly, planting himself on the ground with the others and started ushering them out quickly.

“This way ma’am….It’s alright sir, just keep walking….Oh, buddy,” there was a kid cowering in an all too familiar way behind a car, so Peter reached out a hand, watching as the kid looking up at him, something like awe shining in his wide eyes. When he’d grabbed hold of Peter’s hand, he gently pulled him over and lifted him up onto his shoulders. “You see anyone you know?”

The little boy looked around, unsure, before his face lit up and he was pointing eagerly. “O-over there! My dad!”

“Alright,” Peter huffed, fighting his way through the crowd to the panicked looking man who was stock-still in the feverish crowd. 

“Dad! Dad!” The kid waved his arms frantically, and somehow over all the ruckus, the man heard him. Peter could see the relief flooding his face as he raced over to the two of them, reaching up and scooping the little boy into his arms. “Daddy! Spider-Man saved me!”

'Thank you so much,” the father’s voice was choked and Peter merely shook his head.

“It’s what I do, sir. And you, kiddo,” Peter leaned down to the little boy, “stick with your dad, yeah?”

The kid nodded quickly and Peter ruffled his hair before shooting a web and lifting himself onto the tower of the bridge, he still hadn’t seen what all the ruckus was about…

It was obvious what the ruckus was all about. There had been a pile up at the end of the bridge and from what he could see, it was bad. At least four cars were completely flipped over, another was on fire, and…no. 

No no no.

He knew that car, and worse, who was most definitely in it. He should’ve realized it sooner, the whole reason you were back in Queens for the weekend was to pick up some furniture to bring back to your apartment. You’d told him you were going to be driving back to school. He should’ve known, should’ve realized.

But now he was watching your car hang off the broken railing. The sight made every single cell in his body freeze for a split second. Were you still in it? Had you gotten out like some of the other civilians? He wasn’t going to wait around to find out. 

Peter flung out his wrist, hauling himself over as quickly as he could. He stopped beside the car and he could see you clearly through the window, your eyes shut, head laying on the steering wheel, blood dripping from your hairline. 

Peter was going to be sick. 

He had to get himself together. But just as he was snapping himself out of his fight, flight, or freeze (where he was currently frozen) moment, the car that had been up in flames blew up, sending your car flying off the rail, Peter close behind you.

“No!” He shot one web and caught himself before flinging his other hand towards your car, his web sticking to the bumper. He lifted himself up before bracing his feet on the concrete and pulling you up with every ounce of strength in his body. 

He was panting by the time he had your car planted back on the road, but he didn’t feel tired at all. The exact opposite. He rushed over to the drivers’ side and yanked the door open. You were still there, limp in the car seat, and the blood around your hairline was more than he remembered it, dripping down onto your cheek. He winced at the thought that he might’ve had something to do with that. 

“Ace, honey, can you hear me?” He leaned in, hovering over you, and patted your cheek. “Baby come on, open those pretty eyes for me.” It wasn’t until he went to wrap an arm around your waist so he could pull you out did he notice the awkward angle at which your arm was bent. 

Peter hissed at the sight. He hated seeing you so broken, so hurt. This wasn’t how you were supposed to be. You were supposed to be rolling your eyes at him, making fun of him for everything he did, not this. 

“C’mon Ace, just tell me you can hear. Give me something sweetheart.” He kept murmuring words in your ear as he slowly worked you out of your seatbelt and lifted you carefully, mindful of your injuries. 

“Hey!” Peter kept an arm around your waist as he waved the other around at the paramedics who were starting to flood the scene.

Two middle aged men rolled over a gurney and quickly got you out of Peter’s hold. He knew it was the right thing to do but it almost made him angry. He needed to hold you, to make sure you were there. But you needed help right now, and that was more important than anything. 

So he let you go, trailing after the two men. “She hit her head, pretty sure she’s got a concussion. Something’s wrong with her arm too.”

“Thank you for your help,” one of the medics said to him, “we’ll take it from here.”

But he didn’t go. Peter followed them as they rolled you into the ambulance, desperately wanting to just step in and stay by your side.

“Is she going to be okay?” He asked quietly. 

The medic turned to look at him, as if surprised he was still there, and he knew why. If this were anyone else, Peter would’ve just trusted the medics and swung away to see where else he was needed. But this wasn’t just anyone. 

This was you. 

The love of his life. 

The first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing before he slept, and in all the in-between moments. The only person he saw a future with. The person whose forgiveness he still had to earn. And you were unconscious in the back of an ambulance. 

So he wasn’t leaving, not yet. Not until they slammed the doors in his face and drove off. 

“We’ll do what we can,” the man said to him seriously. Peter recognized it for what it was, a carefully worded non-answer. They still didn’t know the full extent of your injuries and they weren’t about to give him false hope. 

Peter stood there silently as the medic slammed the back doors of the ambulance shut, catching one more glimpse at your face. The ambulance drove off, sirens blaring, and it took him a few minutes to fully gather himself. 

He had to finish his job here, if anything, so he could make it back to you faster. 

The next hour or so was hell for Peter. He’d had to stick around and help sort out the mess on the bridge when all he really wanted to do was get in that ambulance with you and follow you to the hospital and everywhere after that. 

He’d never felt so obligated to help people before, it was just something he’d always done, something he was happy to do. But not now. Every person, every accident, was just something holding him back from finally rushing over to that hospital to see you. 

But finally, it was over. People were safe again, all the injured had been helped out or taken by paramedics if it was severe, police were trying to figure out how to clear the scene. His job as Spider-Man was over for now. He finally got to be Peter Parker. 

The trip to the hospital was a blur for him. He was swinging furiously, only stopping in a deserted alleyway to change out of his suit before he was running through those doors. He found a nurse who he begged pretty pathetically to let him see you. Fortunately, she was kind enough to look you up in the system. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see you just yet. 

So now, Peter was sitting anxiously in a waiting room, waiting for any news that might come of you. He’d called May and both your parents to tell them what had happened (leaving out the Spider-Man part when he was speaking to your parents). He’d even called Alyssa, whose number he’d had to get from one of the photographers from the paper. 

But it didn’t take long for him to finish off with the phone calls, leaving him alone with his thoughts. And so the spiral started. He didn’t know how badly you were hurt. What if it was worse than what he could see back on the bridge? What if you were permanently hurt? Or worse...

No. He couldn’t go down that road. That was never going to happen, he wouldn’t let it. He didn’t care what he had to do. Hell, he’d give you his heart if you needed it. Just as long as you were okay. 

There was still so much left unsaid between you two, so much he regretted. That morning in the park had barely scratched the surface of it all. He had to tell you about all the horrible parties his roommate had dragged him to, all the jokes and stories he’d made sure to try to remember just so he could share them with you the next time he saw you, all the new constellations he’d spent hours reading about just in hopes of sharing them with you when he saw you again. 

Peter had no clue how long he’d spent sitting in that waiting room, his leg bouncing up and down quickly. If you’d asked him, he would’ve said over ten hours, for sure. Realistically, he knew that wasn’t true. But that was how long it felt until that sweet old nurse was walking up to him again.

He stood as soon as he caught sight of her, anxiously wringing his hands. “How is she? Is she alright? Is she awake, can I see her?”

The nurse shot him a small smile, “She’s gonna be just fine. Poor thing’s a little beat up, but everything should heal over time. She’s not awake, she’s on a lot of medication, but you can see her if you’d like.”

Peter almost felt to the ground in relief. He nodded so quickly he was almost surprised his head didn’t snap off. “Yes, please. Where is she?”

“Just down there,” she pointed down the hall. “Second door on the right.”

He was walking off before she’d even finished talking. He didn’t want to be rude, truly, but all he cared about was seeing you. He reached the door to your room and slowly pushed it open. 

The first thing that hit him was the smell, the reek of antiseptic was so strong his nostrils burned. 

And then he saw you.

Maybe he should’ve waited a little longer. This…this was like a knife to the heart. 

He’d never seen you look so frail, so fragile. Your skin was so much paler than normal, missing that usual glow you always carried around, one he loved. A large white bandage covered your hairline where he’d seen all that blood earlier, and he could already see some redness where it was starting to seep through. The machines and tubes around you made you look smaller, the endless beeping of the heart monitor was both reassuring and taunting at the same time. 

Reassuring because he’d gotten to you in time, you were alive. 

Taunting because he couldn’t have stopped you from getting hurt in the first place. 

He could see your arm wrapped up in a cast and the sight broke his heart his heart all over again. Taking a step, he managed to get his legs working enough to make his way towards a seat beside your bed. 

“Hey Ace,” he murmured, taking your other hand and bringing it up to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. He knew of course that you couldn’t hear him, but that didn’t matter. 

“I’m so sorry, honey. I wish I could’ve helped you sooner, that I could’ve gotten there sooner.” Peter bowed his head and sniffled. He hadn’t gotten a chance to take all of this in seriously. You could’ve died. 

“I’m sorry for everything, Ace. Not just today. Everything. I’ve been such an asshole but I swear to you, I promise that if you give me a chance, I’m gonna make it all up to you. Even if you have a boyfriend, I—”

“Who has a boyfriend?”

Peter’s head shot up in surprise when he heard your raspy voice. Your eyes were half-shut, squinting against the bright light of the hospital room. He sat up straighter and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Hey Ace, how ya feeling?”

You grimaced and shook your head. “Weird.”

He smiled at that. The nurse had told him you were on some heavy medication and he could clearly tell. “Yeah, I bet. You got in a little accident honey.”

Turning your head on the pillow, you looked over at him with wide, hazy eyes. He hadn’t realize just how exhausted you looked, but right then, it was all he could see. “It was s-so scary, Petey. T-there was a…a car, and it hit my car, then something else hit my car, a-and—“

“Shh,” he murmured softly, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair out of your face. His fingers lingered on your face, tracing the skin where he’d seen blood earlier. If he had to hear how scared you were he was scared he would vomit. “It’s alright, Ace. You’re okay and that’s all that matters right now. I got you out, you’re okay. The doctors are gonna help you, okay? And I’m gonna be right here the whole time.”

You shut your eyes and nodded, leaning into touch and he almost wanted to cry. He knew you would never be acting like this under any other circumstance, but god was he loving it, despite the horrible circumstances that brought you here. 

“Thank you Petey,” the nickname made his heart skip a beat, “and your boyfriend too.”

That made his brows furrow. “Sweetheart…what do you mean?”

“Your boyfriend,” you said simply, your eyes still shut. He watched the way your lashes brushed against your cheek. It reminded him of when you used to fall asleep during your study sessions, you always looked so peaceful he couldn’t never bring himself to wake you, something you always berated him on. “You were just talking about him.”

Oh. “I wasn’t talking about my boyfriend, Ace. I was talking about yours.”

You raised your eyebrows suspiciously and while the topic of James always brought a scowl to his face, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your little attitude. Until you said something.

“You’re so silly Petey, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

The drugs must’ve really been getting to you. “Yeah, you do Ace. Tall, blonde, and annoying as hell. I believe he goes by James.” Peter couldn’t stop the little roll of his eyes. 

“Oh him,” you blew a raspberry and waved your hand as if you were trying to brush off the whole topic. “He’s a dummy.”

Peter couldn’t help but laugh at your little proclamation. “Well, I can’t argue with that, sweetheart.”

“But he’s not my boyfriend.” You said with a small shrug, shifting on the bed.

Peter paused. What?

“I think you’re still feeling a little tired sweetheart, you had a long day. Why don’t you try to sleep some more-“

“Nuh uh,” you said defensively, your brows furrowing together in a way that made him wince considering your definitely-there-concussion. “I don’t have a boyfriend, Petey. M’not a liar!”

“I never said you are, Ace.” He assured you gently, placing a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to soothe you. Peter wasn’t a doctor or anything but he figured it probably wasn’t great to get you all worked up in this sort of state. “Don’t worry about it, darling. Forget I even brought it up, alright? I believe you. Just try to get some rest for now.”

That seems to please you and you nuzzle your head back into the pillow.

Now...he knows he should leave you. He knows that you’re hurt, that there’s so many drugs in your system to help you with the pain, pain and trauma that you haven’t even had time to process.

And yet…

“Hey Ace?” He asked gently, leaning forward in his chair a bit. He just felt this urge to be as close to you as possible. If it weren’t for all your injuries he’d already have crawled into the hospital bed and held you so close to his chest, you wouldn’t be able to tell where he began and where you ended. 

That had been the dream. Always. When he’d had you and every goddamn day since he’d lost you.

“Hmm?” You hummed so softly, so sweetly, that all he wanted to do was lean down, kiss your forehead and tell you to rest. And he absolutely would, but he just had one question. 

Peter was a curious man. It was part of what made him such a great scientist. “Is there…a reason you’re saying you don’t have a boyfriend, sweetheart? Did something happen between you and James?”

“Well duh,” you giggled softly and rolled your eyes as if you couldn’t believe he was even asking this. His curiosity was only piqued. 

“Y-yeah?” Peter shifted in his chair, spreading his legs as he leaned closer, his elbow digging into his knee as propped his chin on his fist. He really didn’t want to come off as eager as he felt but there was no hiding the happy glint in his eyes. “Like what?”

Your eyes shifted around as if searching for the answer. “I don’t know if can tell you…”

That made his brows furrow. “Well why not, Ace? You know you can tell me anything.”

“Right, but…” Now you were the confused one., “I’m not supposed to tell you.”

“Did James tell you that? That you can’t tell me?”

“No…” you shook your head slowly. “Nope, not him. Me.”

“You…?” He asked quietly. He couldn’t lie, it hurt. Knowing that there was something you’d been purposefully hiding from him, so much so that you remembered you weren’t supposed to tell him, even in this state. Especially something concerning this. 

“Oh, don’t be sad Petey,” you said quickly when you noticed his downfallen expression. “I’m sorry. I’ll tell you if you want!”

It was just like you of course, trying to cheer him up. He couldn’t imagine you’d be acting the same if you were completely sober, though. 

“I broke up with him.” And you said it so casually, your face completely relaxed, as if you had no idea how much those words meant to Peter. 

Now, he wasn’t naive enough to imagine that your breaking up with James meant he could be with you now. No, it didn’t work like that. But… this was a step. 

“Why’s that, Ace?” He had to be normal, he had to act like his heart wasn’t about to beat out of his chest, like his hands weren’t aching to be holding yours. 

“He’s a dummy,” you repeated as if it were obvious. And it was, Peter agreed of course. But there still had to be more. 

“Right, of course he is Ace, you’re so right. When did you… break up?” He couldn’t lie, he felt like at any second you’d snap of out this drug-happy-haze you were in, realize he was kind of sort of grilling for information on your (past?) relationship, and make him leave. But he just wanted to know a bit more. 

“Oh…pffft…” You laid back on the bed and blew a raspberry. “Like forever ago, Petey.”

What in the world? “Forever ago? Wow, that must be a long time ago, Ace.”

“Yeah,” you let out a heavy sigh and shut your eyes. “S’so long ago… that day we were running the paper.”

“What?!”

Oh. 

Oh.  

But that would mean… That day was over a week ago. He’d been you plenty of times since then. That dinner with him and May, all those small moments between you two… you were already single. 

“That…that long, Ace?” He was glad you weren’t fully aware, it meant you wouldn’t notice how choked he sounded. 

You didn’t really reply, just made some sort of soft, sighing noise as you lay back against the pillow and shut your head. Peter breathed deeply, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. 

He stayed there for a while, watching you sleep, his mind spinning from everything that had happened today. Last night had been amazing, the best time he’d had since he’d gotten back. Staring at you now, injured, drugged out, and laying in a hospital bed really put into perspective for him how quickly things could change. 

How much he needed you in his life. And not just as a friend. 

Peter was stuck there, stewing in his thoughts and doubts and everything ever when the door to your room was gently pushed open, revealed a worried-looking Alyssa. He stood, clearing his throat as she bounded in, eyes wide, hands clutching at her phone so tightly her knuckles were white. It seemed she’d been the closest of everyone he’d called.

“How is she?” She asked Peter worriedly, trying to keep her voice down for your sake.

“She’s…she’s gonna be okay.” Her sigh of relief resonated deeply with him. “But she is pretty banged up.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” she murmured gently, her eyes traced over your figure with deep sympathy. Peter did the same, and every second felt like his own personal hell. 

Alyssa turned to him with a puzzled look. “How’d you know about the accident? And how’d you get here so quick?”

Shit. “Oh, umm…I commute, so I was on the bridge as well, but nowhere near the accident like she was. When I saw the paramedics wheeling her to the ambulance…I went with them.” Enough of the truth. 

She nodded, looking back down at you, her fingers gently brushing some hair out of your face. “Well it’s good she had someone with her, even if she didn’t know it. And even if it was you.”

Ouch. He tried not to take it to heart though, he knew she was just looking out for you. “Yeah,” he murmured, “my thoughts exactly.”

“Im sorry, Peter,” Alyssa sighed and turned toward him. “I’m not trying to be a bitch, really. I appreciate your help, and I’m sure she does too.”

He shook his head, waving off her apology. “Don’t worry about it. I understand.”

Alyssa just sighed again and started pacing the room. “She did not deserve this.” He couldn’t agree more. “Do you know all that’s wrong with her? What’d her doctors say?”

Peter shook his head again. “No, they made me wait in the waiting room, later on a nurse came and told me I could see her but she wasn’t conscious. Honestly, I thought I was lucky that they even let me in so I thought I’d just wait for her parents to get here and get the full story from them. I called them, they be be here any—”

That wasn’t enough for her, apparently. Peter watched as Alyssa completely ignored him and made her way to your bedside, grabbing at the clipboard there and scanning them. 

“I…didn’t know you were pre-med.”

“M’not,” she brushed him off with a wave of her hand, her eyes never leaving the piece of paper.

Peter paused. “Well then…what’re you doing.”

“I went out with this dude who was pre-med. A total bore and a total pain, but I did learn a few things.”

“Yeah?” He asked, stepping up closer to her and looking over her shoulder as if the medical jargon would suddenly start making sense to him as well. “What can you make out of that?”

“Broken arm, obviously…she’s got a concussion, some internal bleeding, and a fracture in her right rib.”

Peter winced as she went on, his heart aching at the thought of you going through all that pain. 

“You said you called her parents?” Alyssa asked quietly. And when Peter looked over at her, he noticed her nose was tinged red, and her eyes as well.

“I did, yeah. Right before I called you.”

She nodded, pursing her lips. Quietly, she made her way to the chair he’d been sitting in earlier. “Is there…is there anything we can do?” She whispered. 

Peter wanted to tell her that if there was, he’d probably already done it by now. But he understood exactly what she meant and that wouldn’t help right now. “Be here. Help her. She still doesn’t fully understand what happened, I don’t think. She woke up a bit ago when I first came in, she was high as a kite so she probably won’t remember it. But she told me how scared she was, how scary the whole situation was.

“So…to answer your question, I think the best thing we can do for her is be there. Here in the hospital, and out there when she’s discharged.”

Alyssa nodded. He could see the tears swimming in her eyes, but he could almost see the spark behind them, the sheer determination to be there for her friend in every way she possibly could. 

Peter liked her. 

He looked back at you, unsure if the paleness of your skin was because of the bright, hospital fluorescents, or all the pain you’d been through today. 

“We’ll be there for her.” Alyssa said firmly and Peter appreciated the use of “we”.

“We will,” he nodded, his eyes never leaving your form. 

Thank you so much for helping, if you have any questions just let me know!

Alyssa’s text shone through Peter’s phone screen as he made his way around your apartment. It took everything in him to leave your side, but your parents had shown up and you needed some of your things. So he decided to make himself useful and also give your mom and dad the space to freak out about you. 

Your apartment was cozy, he thought as he walked around. It wasn’t that hard to find the small touches in the cramped space that were more you over Alyssa. Mugs with cute designs on them, a throw blanket that he recognized as the same one you used to take out with you on the fire escape and cuddle with as you waited for him to finish patrol. Sometimes you’d even take it with you when he used to swing you both to that old hill where you’d stargaze. He smiled to himself at the memory, there hadn’t been a day that went by since graduation where he hadn’t thought of those moments with you, or a night where he didn’t look up to the sky, stars visible or not, and missed you immeasurably. 

He realized that the reminiscing probably wasn’t the best thing to do right now while you were laying in the hospital waiting for him to get back with your things. He made his way to your bedroom, his heart melting even more as he stepped inside. If he thought the apartment was you, he wasn’t ready for your room. It was like stepping into a time machine and he was back with you at your old apartment, the two of you trying and failing to keep quiet so your parents don’t wake up to find you together in the middle of the night. There were papers, notebooks and pens strewn on the floor and he could practically see you hunched over, brows furrowed as you scribbled furiously, trying not to miss any thought. 

But there were some differences now. There were pictures, ones he didn’t recognize, pictures he wasn’t a part of anymore. Some of you and Alyssa, some with MJ, one on your nightstand with you and James that made him scoff quietly and roll his eyes. The thought of that guy alone was almost enough to make him physically gag. How could you ever think he was right for you? Well, you didn’t apparently, not anymore at least. He had to gauge more information from you about that, preferably when you weren’t drugged up or laying in a hospital bed. 

So he walked around your room slowly, trying to figure out what would be useful. He grabbed a pair of fuzzy socks, your phone charger, and your headphones. They doctor had said they weren’t sure how long they needed to keep you there just yet, but Peter wasn’t going to be unprepared or have you feeling anymore uncomfortable than you most likely already were. 

So he walked over to your closet, he wanted to grab a few things he knew you’d appreciate. He grabbed an empty tote bag of yours to fill up. He grabbed a few sweaters and cardigans because he knew you got cold easily and he imagined sterile hospital rooms didn’t help with that. He was rummaging around through the small shelf where you had your sweatpants, trying to decide which one seemed the comfiest when his hand pressed against something hard, making a small rustling sound. 

Confused, he pushed away the clothes covering whatever it was you had hidden in your closet, and he was met with a small, square-shaped gift. He would’ve left it, really, the last thing he wanted to do as he was gathering things to take back to the hospital where you lay injured was snoop in your room. But his eyes caught sight of something. The tag. 

Merry Christmas Petey ♡︎

Your familiar scrawl stared back at him tauntingly, making him wonder when you could’ve ever possibly gotten him a Christmas gift—

Winter break. That damned winter break where he was supposed to see you, but everything had gone wrong. He’d chickened out at the last minute. He knew he shouldn’t, knew he had no right to open this even if it had been originally bought for him. But Peter had always been too curious for his own good.

With his heart in his throat, he pulled the wrapping off slowly. He pulled out the box, a small smile on his lips when he saw the “LEGO” label on the top right corner. But his smile fell when he noticed what set you’d gotten for him. 

Map of Constellations. 

Oh. It was perfect. 

And he was the whole reason he’d never gotten it in the first place. 

Peter felt… well, he wasn’t really sure what he felt. Guilt, definitely. Touched, obviously. But regret. God, he could just picture you when you’d gotten that text from him two winters ago… of course you hated his guts. 

He realized he owed you an explanation. Whether you spit on his face and told him to never speak to you again, or you accepted it with that icy, close-off demeanor, he owed it to you. He’d left you in the dark for so long about what he was thinking, all the reasons and he’d conjured up. The two of you had never worked like that, especially him. No, you were always the one person he could trust, the one person who he turned to for every thing. 

Peter was a terrible secret keeping in general, but especially with you. Something in him just wanted to surrender to you, tell you everything little secret, every single thought. He hadn’t let that part of him win over in a while. 

Maybe it was finally time it did.

With his heart in his throat, he returned the Lego set to the back of your of your closet, the torn wrapping paper resting around it, its edges being held down by the box. But if you were to pick it up, it’d fall off, and you’d easily be able to tell someone had been there and opened it. 

Great, now not only did he feel guilty about letting you get hurt when he was literally the hero of the city, but he felt even more guilty for snooping. But you’d forgive him…right?

Maybe he could get even with you after finding that file on his laptop. But he wasn’t upset about that at all, actually. He loved that you knew he’d thought of you while he was away, that he kept up with your achievements and he cared about them. 

He closed your closet and packed a few more things before standing in your doorway, giving the room one final look, trying to decide if he’d forgotten anything. His eyes fell on the picture on your nightstand, the one that depicted you and James. You were both smiling wide, James’ long arm hovering over you and holding up the camera to capture the picture

In a few quick strides Peter was back in the room, grabbing the picture frame and lowering it face down onto the table. He didn’t think you’d appreciate coming home after everything you’d been through and having a photo of your ex great you as soon as you stepped into your room. 

Yeah…yeah, thats why he’d done it. For you. Duh. 

Pleased with himself, Peter stepped out of your room and out of the apartment altogether, a smile tugging at his lips and he carried your filled-to-the-brim tote bag. 

Walking through the bright-white hospital hallways, Peter could make out several different noises. A beep…beep…beep… of someone’s heart monitor, the squeaking of un-oiled cart wheels as they scraped along the tile floor, phones ringing at every nurse’s station that he passed, and chatter. Chatter from doctors and nurses alike as they moved in and out of patient’s rooms, chatter from others who were visitors just like him. Honestly, it would’ve been a little overwhelming for him, even though he had much better control over his senses than he did in high school, it was still a lot. 

But he was going to see you and you… well, you always had a way of calming him down. 

You’d been here for close to a week now, your recovery going extremely well, and Peter had come in every single day without fail. There no sign of James—or whether he knew you were injured or not—and you never mentioned him. There was some hushed conversation between you and Lyss a few days ago (he hadn’t been actively trying to eavesdrop, but he had sharp senses and it just happened) where he’d heard you tell her you were pretty sure you’d told him about the breakup while you were kind-of-sort-of out of it. Lyss had just laughed as if it totally checked. 

That was another thing that had sort of developed during your stay here. His (sort of) friendship with Alyssa. They’d bonded over their desire to help you and be there for you after everything you’d been through. She hadn’t once threatened to fire him from the paper, so all in all, Peter thought he was doing good.

He waved to a few of the nurses he’d become familiar with during your time here as he made his way to your room. So far, much to his eager excitement, you hadn’t kicked him out yet any of the times he’d come to visit. Sometimes he stayed in a chair beside you, old laptop in his lap while he pretended to be working on something for school or the paper. Of course, he wanted all his attention to be solely on you, but he had a feeling you’d respond to him better if he was (pretending) being productive. You didn’t really speak to him other than answering the same question he asked every day, “How’re you feeling, Ace?”, to which you would answer “Good”, despite laying injured in a hospital bed.

He figured now wasn’t the best time to be hounding you about talking about everything, not when you were still going through it. He could protest for details later. There was a silent agreement between the two of you. He never pushed, and you let him worry. Silently. Because let’s be honest, you both knew exactly why he was by your side every free second he could get and then some. But you never asked him to leave. Maybe that meant something. 

Or maybe not. 

When he reached your door, it was open, and the bed was empty. Huh… maybe you’d gone to get more tests done? 

That was exactly what he would’ve believed, and he would’ve sat in a chair waiting for you, if a nurse hadn’t seen him and taken some pity on him. 

“She’s not here anymore,” the voice was familiar, and when Peter whipped around, he recognized her as the same, short old lady who had spoken to him when he’d been a mess in the waiting room the same day you’d been admitted. 

“What do you mean?” Peter’s brows furrowed in confusion. Had they transferred you? But that wouldn’t make sense. 

“She checked herself out not too long ago, you just missed her, actually.” The nurse informed him with a sad smile. 

“Wait…” he shook his head quickly, his heart racing, “no, no. She can’t do that, she’s still hurt. She hasn’t been here long enough.”

She simply shrugged. “Her doctors cleared her, and she jumped at the chance to get out. She is definitely going to have some outpatient recovery, which we’ve already discussed. She was informed to take it easy, however. I trust you’ll be the one to make sure she sticks to that, hm?”

Peter was silent for a moment, his mind still reeling. In his opinion, you were nowhere near fit enough to be sent back home. You were still hurt, still in the thick of your healing process. He knew he wasn’t a doctor, but he didn’t trust you were alright to be sent away just yet. 

But you were gone, and knowing you, you’d probably try walking for at least half the trip. That’s what he had to worry about now. 

“Yeah, yeah you can,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. 

The nurse simply smiled at him. “You two make a cute couple.”

“Oh.. we’re not… no,” he shook his head quickly, but he’d be lying if he said her words didn’t make his heart skip a beat. So, other people saw it too.

“Uh huh,” she nodded, a sly smile playing on her lips. “That’s what they all say.”

Peter flushed. “I mean—I mean we were, but not…not anymore.”

“Your fault, I take it?” She asked with a raised brow, but Peter could tell it wasn’t really a question. 

“Um…yeah,” he murmured, looking down as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, it was.”

She let out an amused huff, as if she knew everything before Peter even said it to her. “Can I let you in on a little secret, young man?”

Peter lifted his head slightly, peeking up at her.

“Try,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “Try, try, and keep trying. I saw you with her these past few days, and I saw her with you. Now I don’t know what happened, but from what I can see, there’s a chance for you two. You just have to want it enough.”

God, did he want it. He wanted it more than anything. 

“I do,” he whispered desperately. He wasn’t sure why he was confiding in a stranger like this, but…it felt right. “I just don’t know if she feels the same. It’s—it’s been a while and I wouldn’t blame her if…”

“Oh honey, she does,” the nurse said with a small chuckle, her eyes glinting as if she knew something Peter could never guess. “Or at the very least, she will. If you want it bad enough to work for it.”

He paused. He wanted to, of course he did. But when he’d come back, you’d had James. But now…

“You said she checked herself out? How long ago?” He asked suddenly, a spark of determination in his eyes that made the nurse look at him approvingly.

“Not long, just a little bit before you arrived. But I suggest you get going, young man.”

“Peter… it’s Peter, and thank you, ma’am.”

“Don’t thank me, go get your girl, Peter.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He was racing back down the hospital hallway the same way he’d come in, shooting a quick “thank you!” over his shoulder to the nurse. 

He was going to find you. And he was going to spend every second after that actively begging for your forgiveness.

The harsh wind hit him hard the second he stepped out of the hospital, whipping his hair back and giving his face a soft flush. But he didn’t care about any of that. He walked quickly, debating whether or not swinging would be more efficient, and making sure you got home properly. But he came to the conclusion that on foot would be better. He needed to speak to you, face to face. It was too risky, given all your injuries at the moment, he would never try something knowing there was even a chance you might get hurt. 

So he ran. He figured you wouldn’t really be able to get too far and, hopefully, you hadn’t hailed a cab just yet. He wondered whether you were planning to return to your apartment or your parents’ place. He hoped for the latter, at least then he’d be closer to you. 

It didn’t take him long to spot you, hair blowing wildly in the wind as you slowly made your way down the sidewalk. 

“Ace, wait up!”

He watched you pause, turn, meet his eyes, turn again and continue walking. He should’ve expected that, really. 

“Ace, sweetheart, please.” He was closer now, pushing through the others crowding the sidewalk. He didn’t care if anyone heard him, he didn’t care if he got weird looks. All he cared about was you.

You didn’t need to turn to know he was right behind you, you could just tell. Peter’s presence always had some sort of effect on you, a tug of some kind, as if your hearts held some sort of magnetic field only for each other, each one constantly seeking the other out. You were sure you could seek him out in a crowded room, blindfolded and deaf. 

But you didn’t turn. 

“Look Peter,” you whisper in a hoarse voice. You weren’t sure if it was from all the emotions coursing through you right now, from how rough the past couple of days had been, or if you were just tired. Maybe all one the above. “I really—really—appreciate everything you’ve done for me this past week. I’ve seen videos online of the accident and…” you inhaled deeply. It had been hard to see yourself like that. But people were set on capturing Spider-Man’s heroism on camera, you’d seen it plenty of times before. You’d just never been the victim. 

Peter winced, taking a couple long strides so he stood before you now, placing a hand on your shoulder which got you to, thankfully, stop for a second. But your gaze fell to the ground and he didn’t like that.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Ace.” He murmured gently, his voice like a soothing balm to every scar on your body, physical or not. And you hated it. “You know nothing good would come out of you seeing yourself like that.”

“It wasn’t on purpose. I didn’t go looking for the videos. But…they were all over my feed and there’s nothing better to do in the hospital than scroll.”

You didn’t mention that your algorithm tended to favor Spider-Man related videos and articles, making sure they showed up first-click for you. 

Peter’s frown only deepened. “You shouldn’t have been scrolling in the first place, you had a concussion. Surely your doctors told you that.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course that thought had crossed his mind. “I turned my brightness all the way down, it was fine.”

He scoffed as if he were personally offended at the idea. “Fine? You thought turning your brightness down would make it—”

“Oh my god, Peter.” You stared at him in disbelief. “So not the time for that.”

Peter simply sighed before he lowered the hand on your shoulder to grip the bicep of your un-injured arm gently, leading you to a small alleyway between shops on the sidewalk where the two of you had stood. 

You frowned. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“We need to talk, Ace.” He didn’t let go even after he’d stopped walking. It was as if he knew you’d make a break for it the first second you got the chance. He could tell you were overwhelmed, of course you were, who wouldn’t be after everything you’d been through. And he knew what you did when you were overwhelmed. It was what you’d done that morning walking Central Park with him.

“About what?” You averted your gaze, looking to the side, trying to come off as uninterested as possible. This might’ve been the worst possible time to try to make conversation. 

“You know about what, Ace.” He whispered softly. 

You shook your head, refusing to meet his eyes. “No, no, I told you thank you. And I meant it, but other than that, I don’t have anything to say to you.”

“What in the world are you thanking me for?”

“For saving me,” you said, as if it were obvious. 

Peter wasn’t sure he’d ever looked more horrified in his life. “Ace, sweetheart…baby, what? You never ever have to thank me for that. It’s my job.”

You tried not to react to the pet names falling so easily off his lips, but you could feel a burning in your eyes, and that horrible feeling of something stuck in your throat. “Oh please,” you tried to sound casual, but your voice was quiet in fear of it breaking into a million pieces on the alleyway floor if you raised it even a decibel, “people thank Spider-Man all the time, even if it is your job.”

“That’s not the job I was talking about,” he whispered, his voice soft as air, his grip on your arm tightening ever-so-slightly.

“Uh uh, no.” you pushed away from him, shaking your head quickly and finally looking up at him. A face so familiar, you were sure you’d remember every feature, even in death. 

Peter’s expression fell and he couldn’t help the unconscious step he took toward you, as if the two of you were in a dance, push and pull, wherever you went he followed. And god did he wish you would just let him fucking follow. 

He’d lost direction for a while, but now he was back and he needed you to lead him everywhere and then some. 

“You can’t just say shit like that as if it’s…as if it’s…” you looked away again, rubbing at your eyes as if you could just scrub all the tears, all the emotions right out. 

“As if it’s what, Ace? As if it’s normal? 'Cause it is. I may be Spider-Man, sweetheart, but my one real job, the only one I care about, the one I’d pick over everything and everyone, is protecting you. No matter how much you hate me, no matter how much you don’t want me around, I’m yours.”

You exhaled shakily, the words hitting you like a punch to the gut, knocking all the air out of your lungs. You knew it, of course you did. You knew deep down, in every fiber of your being, even when he was five hundred miles away, even when he was back and you wouldn’t look twice in his direction, if you were ever in trouble, Peter wouldn’t hesitate to be there for you. 

It was why it wasn’t a shock at all when you’d opened your eyes in that cold hospital room and he had been the first face you’d seen. 

But it hurt. God, did it hurt. Every single time you remembered it was like a hand shoved its way in your chest, broken every bone and torn every muscle to grab your heart, squeezed it roughly, and ripped it out. 

“I’m not going to let you shut me out,” he whispered seriously, “especially after everything’s that’s happened to you. So forget about it.”

You wanted to forgive him, of course you did. That night he’d stopped by your fire escape not long after his return, the walk in the park the morning after the photography competition, working together in the newsroom, dinner with him and May, the way that night had been so perfect…you’d wanted to forgive him so badly. 

But the hand shoved, and tore, and squeezed, and ripped. 

And you wanted him to know how much you hurt. That you weren’t just being petty and difficult, but that you’d loved and loved and loved till it tore you in half.  

Your lip wobbled, but you fought to push through, to get the words out before you lost them forever, “I waited. I waited for you every night and every day I thought you would come back for me. I thought you’d try to fix things between us again, because how could you be okay with it? But that was the only way I pushed through, I told myself this was what you wanted, you didn’t want to be with me, for now at least, you needed to grow and you need your own space and I owed it to you because of how much I loved you.”

Sniffling, you wiped some tears off your face before continuing, “But I fucking waited, Peter, because I couldn’t give up on us. Every night I’d turn on my lamp and sit by the window and look for the stars and wonder if you were doing the same thing, if you were thinking of me when you saw them. If you were thinking of me at all.

“I was so excited when you asked to see me during winter break, I thought ‘this is it, we’re finally gong to fix things, but then you cancelled.”

“I’m so sorry Ace—”

“I know that you lied,” you breathed. You were silent for a minute, letting your words sink in for him. “I know that you lied to me about not being able to make it. I went home that night anyway, I was going to visit my parents and drop off your present with May, but when I turned the corner I saw you, walking and laughing and standing right there after you’d told me you couldn’t see me because your flight got cancelled.

“And what's even worse,” you let out a laugh that held no humor, “is that I still defended you! I still tried to reason it out because I didn’t want to believe that you would lie to me—”

“I wouldn’t lie to you Ace, please—”

“But you did!” You snapped. “And you’re doing it right now too, because I saw you, Peter! And I really just don’t understand why you would invite me in the first place just to cancel on me, is it some weird manipulation tactic or something?” Even as the words left your mouth, they felt wrong, and you felt a stab of regret when you saw the immediate flash of hurt that took over his features.

Peter Parker was a lot of things, but that wasn’t one of them.

“God, no. Never. Of course not, I—” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, tugging slightly, “I did want to see you, and my flight did get cancelled.”

“Then what happened, Pete?” Your voice was soft, quiet, sad. He felt like beating himself up but he owed you this, owed you this explanation because the thought of you spending over a year thinking he had done that to manipulate you? Or worse, because he didn’t want to see you at all, was killing him.

“I was going to tell you I booked another flight, but then I thought of seeing you,” a tear fell down his face. Then another. “I thought of actually seeing you and having to leave again, about not being able to stay, not being able to kiss you and hold you like I wanted—like I needed—and I couldn’t do it, Ace. I couldn’t handle it I’m sorry.”

You watched him cry, speechless, as your own tears fell silently down your face. So much time lost, so much hurt spread and felt. “I didn’t know you’d seen me,” he continued, “I had no clue Y/N.” He walked up to you and grabbed your hand in his, placing his other on the shoulder of your arm with the cast. “I would’ve fixed it or—or done something, fuck, I don’t know, but anything other than you thinking that I didn’t want to see you. I’m sorry I was so fucking scared.”

“MJ said you had a girlfriend,” you were staring at your shoes now. You weren’t quite sure why those words had left your mouth, you were nowhere near that topic, but…it was the only thing you could think.

“I’m sorry, what?” 

His confusion made you confused, and you looked up to see his utterly lost expression. “You don’t have to lie Peter, she told me about the girl you were going out with and I get it, really, I’m not mad. Hell, that’s why I went out with James so—”

“Ace, baby, I never had a girlfriend. I never went out with anyone.”

You went silent. What? “But—but MJ said you went on a date?”

“Ace, I know I haven’t been Mr. Honesty in the past, we just covered that, but I’m telling you, I never went on a date. I mean, there was this one time where my roommate tried to set me up with someone, he did that thing where the three of us plan a hangout and the third person conveniently ‘bails’ at the last second, but I left as soon as I found out what was going on, like, right after he told me he wouldn't be making it. But I don’t possibly know how MJ could know about that.”

You shook your head, confusion growing more by the second. “That’s not what happened. MJ told me she was on the phone with you, and there was a girl, and you were getting dressed up, like date dressed up, and…” you trailed off, waiting for the punch to the gut when he told you that there was a mistake, that there was a date and he had just forgotten up until now. 

“I still don’t know what you mean—” You saw the realization dawning on his features. “Son of a bitch,” he murmured, shaking his head. 

“So you did go on a date,” you mumbled bitterly. 

“No! God, no,” he shook his head quickly, dismissing the words as soon as they left your mouth. “But…I was on FaceTime with her one day while I was getting ready—”

“For your date.”

“No, Ace. God, stop saying that. No…I was getting ready for some lame celebratory dinner with my physics team. There was this competition with other colleges, it’s sort of a big deal, it was in the paper and stuff, you probably would’ve written a killer article about it, but anyway we won, so we organized this dinner at a fancy restaurant to celebrate.”

Your burrows furrowed as you took in his words. A celebratory team dinner? But what about—

“And the girl? The girl was Amy, she was dating my roommate, she’s actually who introduced me to the team. Yeah, she was rushing me ‘cause I was late, and she was my ride. It was not a date, Ace. It was…it was just a bunch of nerds celebrating beating some other nerds.” 

He stepped even closer to you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “It wasn’t a date, Y/N. Please believe me.”

Your mind was reeling. So…the whole time he was away…since graduation…

“You never went out with anyone else?” Your voice was quiet, scared, as if this time, his answer would be different. 

“No, baby. Never.” He answered without hesitation. “I’ve never wanted anyone else, I’ve never thought about anyone else. It has only ever been you, Ace. It will only ever be you.”

Tears burned in your eyes and you could feel your face flushing with unshed emotions. But that meant everything you’d been imagining, everything that had set you off, your catalyst, it hadn’t been true. 

“B-but I thought…You were supposed to…”

“No,” he whispered softly, leaning down to be more face level with you. “I’m not supposed to do anything other than be with you. And I know—I know I’m the reason I lost you in the first place, but I swear on everything I am, Ace, I was doing it for you. Even if it was stupid and horrible for the both of us, my only intention was what would benefit you in the long run.

“This relationship—us—me and you… it’s never been fair to you, and that’s completely my fault. I know how much you used to worry about me when I was out being Spider-Man. You used to lie, to say you were staying up for some other reason, not to make sure I got home safe. But I could see through you every time.”

You shook your head followed, by a soft sniffle. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“It has to do with everything, Ace. It wouldn’t have been fair to you, worrying about me every second I wasn’t on the other side of the phone, staying up just to hear from me, staying in and opting out from every event just get in a short call with me…It was too much, too much for me to ever willingly put you through.”

A part of you wanted to argue, to tell him you’d missed out on a good night’s sleep, on more parties and events than you could count because of the breakup. But another part of you knew that that wouldn’t have helped. The part that knew Peter Parker would do anything for you. Even if it meant making his life even harder than it already would’ve been after moving to a new city in a new state to attend a new school. 

“You know I would’ve put myself through that and worse for you,” you whispered brokenly. 

“I do know.” He lifted the hand that gripped just below your shoulder and brought it up to cup your face, his thumb gently caressing your skin, wiping away tears that you hadn’t even realized had fallen. And it felt so good to be held by him like this again, so right, so perfect. It was like every cell in your body was finally alive after being dormant for two years. 

“And that’s why I had to be the one to end things, because you never would’ve.”

It only took one shaky inhale before you crumbled, sobbing hard while Peter held you close, his large arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his chest, being mindful of your broken arm. 

Your mind was a super cut of every moment the two of you shared up until now. Graduation, running into him that first day of spring semester, the photography competition, that conversation in the park the morning after…He was still Peter. Your Peter. He always had been. 

Pulling away, you sniffled, wiping your nose with your sleeve, looking up at him through tear heavy lashes. Peter didn’t waste a second before he was cupping your face between his hands, holding you reverently, and if you were the most precious thing in the world. And with the way he was looking at you right now, you almost believed it yourself. 

“You know,” you cleared your throat, your voice still watery and shaky from all your tears, “I still haven’t fully forgiven you, Pete. Even with good intentions, what you did…it gutted me.”

Peter’s eyes clenched shut with pain. But not for himself and your lack of forgiveness, no, but for you and what he’d put you through. Even if what he’d done had hurt him too, had hurt more than breaking every bone in his body, it hurt more that he’d caused you any sort of pain. 

“I don’t blame you, sweetheart, of course I don’t,” he murmured quietly, leaning down and pressing his forehead against your own. His heart skipped a beat when you didn’t pull away, when he realized you hadn’t pulled away from him at all tonight. “But I just have one thing to ask of you, Ace.”

You looked up at him, a question in your eyes. Peter takes a second to just relish in the moment, the feeling of your soft skin against the palms of his hands, those beautiful eyes that he’d dreamt about every night, brighter than any star in the galaxy, looking up at him…he enjoys every second and he thanks whatever god or angel may be listening for giving him this again. 

“Just…don’t decide to hate me just yet, alright? I know I have no right to ask you of this, and you have every right to hate me as much and as soon as possible. But can you just take a few days? Maybe three? Think about everything and then get back to me? And I promise you no more lies, no more big decisions without talking to you first…just…just me. And you.”

Your lips quirked up with a small smile as you leaned into his touch. “Three days?”

“Three days.”

“Deal.”

(3 months later)

“See that brighter star just below Orion’s belt?”

“Yes, she’s very pretty.”

“Well, I’m sure she appreciates the compliment, Ace. But I think it’s a dude.”

“What?” You frowned deeply at his words. “And why would that be?”

“That’s Sirius, the brightest star in Earth’s night sky.”

“Oh my god!” You flipped over and pushed yourself up onto your elbows to look down at him. “Like in Harry Potter!”

Peter laughed loudly, already expecting that same exact response from you. He grabbed at you and tugged you back down onto his chest. “Just wait, Ace, it gets better. Sirius is a part of a constellation called Canis Major, also known as the ‘Greater Dog’ constellation.”

“Dog! Just like in Harry Potter!”

He chuckled again. “Yeah, yeah. Just like in Harry Potter.”

Things had been going well for you two so far. The three days after that night had passed and you’d decided to forgive him, and give him another chance, if anything, for that girl who’d spent over a year sitting by the window, hoping and dreaming for another chance like this. It didn’t mean everything was okay, you’d been sure to remind him of that, and you’d told him to think of this as more of a pre-second chance. 

Honestly, you’d been teasing more than anything, but he’d accepted without a second thought. But it was a big help, slowly getting back into this. It felt so natural, it took little to no effort. And yet, every now and again he’d say something about a place on his old campus he thought you’d love, you’d introduce him to new places you’d found around the city and had thought of sharing with him since you’d first been there. 

It was eye-opening in its own way. Despite going through all that time not speaking or seeing each other, you were still with each other. Always. 

Wherever one of you went, the other followed, whether physically or not. It was made obvious in all the USBs Peter had filled with photos of things that had reminded him of you. It was made obvious in the box of handwritten letters you’d been writing for him since he’d left. 

It was a beautiful thing, to be so loved, despite everything that had come between you. Despite the silence, the distance, the hurt—you’d both still held on, just like he’d promised. You’d still carried each other, remembered each other in the quiet ways that mattered most. 

“Hey,” he spoke up softly, pointing up at the sky. That was another thing you’d discovered he’d done to keep you close during those darker times. Learn more star stuff to share with you. “See that one? The kind of dimmer one to Sirius’ right?”

“Mhm.”

“That one’s called Procyon, and it’s the principal star in the constellation Canis Major, which is the ‘Lesser Dog constellation.”

“Wait…” Peter bit back a laugh as you flipped over again to look down at him. He knew you couldn’t help yourself and he found it equally hilarious and adorable that every time you had something to say, you had to be looking at him to do so. 

“Yes, Ace?”

“There’s a “Greater Dog’ and Lesser Dog’ constellation? That’s so mean! Why’re we comparing them like that?”

Yup. Absolutely adorable. “I dunno, Ace, maybe the ancient stargazers had something against dogs.”

You scoffed and lay back down against his chest. “So…is Procyon the ‘lesser’ dog ‘cause she’s smaller?”

Peter smiled, his eyes no longer on the sky as you lay back down against his chest. “Yes, Procyon is the lesser dog because it’s not as bright as Sirius. But its name actually means ‘before the dog’ in Greek because it rises before Sirius, which y’know, they sometimes just call the ‘dog star.’”

You hummed softly taking in all his words. “You know what’s so crazy? This is the same sky people looked at thousands and thousands of years ago.”

Peter nodded, his gaze drifting back up to the stars. “That is crazy. Some of those things have been in the sky for millions of year, and people have been looking at them and making constellations out of them for thousands.”

“I wonder how old some of those are,” you mused quietly. 

“It varies, Peter answered simply, “Sirius, the one that we were just talking about? Yeah, it’s still a relatively young star, only about 500 million years old. Some others, like the ones in Orion’s Belt, are billions of years old. It depends on their size and what stage of life they’re in.”

“Imagine being 500 million years old and still being considered young.” You snorted in amusement. Flipping over once again, you smiled down at Peter. “You know a lot more star stuff than you used to.”

Peter grinned, glad he’d impressed you. “Yeah? Be honest, is it hot?”

You couldn’t stop the loud laugh that escaped you. “Hot? Really? That’s what you want to know?”

“Yeah, of course it is.” He was grinning widely now as he pushed himself onto his elbows. “So come on.”

Averting your gaze, you tried not to notice how good his biceps look today, or how his t-shirt had ridden up, revealing the faint line of his abs, just enough to make your thoughts wander. 

“Nope,” you said easily, shaking your head, “it isn’t hot.”

“You little…liar!” Peter lunged at you, tackling you to the ground and pinning you down as you let out a surprised laugh. 

Silence filled the small hilltop, your old place. It had been your first time coming back here since…everything, and you couldn’t have imagined it anymore perfect. 

Even if Peter was always a worrywart.

“Oh my god, Ace, I’m so sorry, did I hurt you—”

“Peter—Petey—relax, sweetie, I’m fine.” You assured him, gently placing a hand over his which was resting on the side of your ribcage. Also known as one of the places where you’d been injured previously. 

He gave you a look as if he didn’t quite believe you. “You always say that, but you were hurt—”

“And now I’m better,” you whispered, giving his hand a soft squeeze, “thanks to you.”

Peter never left you after that night in the alleyway. He’d taken you back to your parents’ apartment (which was conveniently right beside his) and he’d done everything he could to make you more comfortable and make sure you received the proper rest you were in dire need of. 

He had claimed this his actions during that time shouldn’t affect your judgment of his over the course of the three days he’d given you. But of course it had, how could it not? Peter Parker loved you, and you loved him. And despite all the things that you’d been through, you were here now. 

And that meant something. 

You used to wonder if you and Peter held any similarities to the seasonal constellations he’d told you all about. How, once, the two of you had been shining so brightly, and everyone could notice. 

And then came the darker times, when your stars were dimmer, the sky darker, and all you could do was think about what it would be like if you still had him. 

But now you were back, and shining better than ever.

And you had a good feeling that this time would last.

“Hey Ace,” he whispered with a large smile on his face.

“Yes, Peter?”

“I’m so in love with you.”

Yeah?” You grinned wide. “Tell me again.”

He laughed and leaned down to press a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. “I’ll tell you however many times you want.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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Try Me Again, Sweetheart

(A hint of spice. I’m barely learning how to write smut. Don’t bring up the faithalbus mess, I hated it!!!!. AND ITS HARD OKAY? Try putting into words to people doing it!)

The argument started over something small. They always did.

“You didn’t have to throw the entire damn crate at the guy, Albus,” you snapped, striding beside him down the dusty alley.

“He had a knife to your ribs,” Albus growled, not even looking at you. “I call that adequate provocation.”

“He missed, and you shattered three walls doing it!”

“I warned him to pick a god before I picked him up.”

You stopped walking. “That’s not how normal people de-escalate.”

He turned to you slowly, that scarred, half-scowling face catching the low sun in just the right way to make your stomach flutter. Bastard.

“I’m not normal,” he said flatly. “And you didn’t sign up for normal. You signed up for me.”

You crossed your arms. “Maybe I signed up for the tall, quiet guy who grumbles and feeds stray cats behind the outpost. Not the war machine who breaks ribs with cargo boxes.”

Albus let out a breath, sharp and humorless. “You really think those two are different people?”

Silence settled like dust between you. Thick. Hot. Charged.

You stepped closer.

He didn’t back away. He never did.

Your fingers poked his chest—hard, right where you knew his heart beat under all that muscle and scar tissue. “I think you don’t know the difference. You still act like you’re not allowed to be gentle. Like every good thing in your life is borrowed.”

Albus didn’t say anything at first.

But his jaw clenched. His hands were fists at his sides.

You saw it—the flicker of pain he was too good at hiding. Like your words struck somewhere he didn’t want to admit existed.

You softened. A little.

“…Albus,” you said, voice quieter now. “You know I’m not gonna leave you, right?”

He looked at you. Really looked at you. And it was like he was waiting—like he’d trained his whole life to expect the people he loved to vanish.

And that? That made your chest ache.

“…I know you say that,” he murmured.

You reached up and tugged his collar down slightly, thumb brushing over the old scar near his throat. “Then let me mean it.”

Something shifted.

His hand shot out and gripped your wrist, but not hard. Not angry. Like he didn’t want to lose the contact.

“…You drive me insane,” he muttered. “With your mouth and your guts and your dumb pretty face.”

You smiled, slow and crooked. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all week.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he growled, but his voice had dropped a little.

You leaned in. “Too late.”

He kissed you like he was trying to shut you up—but also like he was afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t hold tight enough. It was hot, a little desperate, a little too much—because that’s how Albus felt things. All or nothing.

When you pulled back for breath, your forehead stayed against his.

“You’re allowed to have something good, Albus,” you whispered.

His voice was so soft you almost didn’t catch it.

“…I don’t know how.”

You kissed him again.

“Then let me teach you.”

And this time, he didn’t argue.