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Adrift With You - A Frankie Morales Series - Chapter 18

Summary: Heading away on a work re-location, Frankie embarks on a flight, but unbeknownst to him, his life is about to change forever. For starters, he will need to fight for it; harder than he's ever fought for anything else before.

Marooned on an isolated island in the middle of the ocean, still recovering from an addiction, his chances of survival are bleak; but he’s not alone on the island, and soon he’s running towards a different kind of life - a life with fellow survivor, Jude, fighting right beside him every step of the way.

And if they can both survive the island together, they can survive anything, right?

Pairing: Frankie Morales x OFC Jude

Chapter word count: 8.3k

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Chapter notes: Frankie tries to come to terms with the news. Jude encounters a person from her past. TRIGGER WARNING: Brief mentions of miscarriage and drugs.

Enjoy! 🖤

Chapter 17

In the silence of Benny’s apartment, Frankie is glued to the edge of the couch.

The exhaustion has drowned him, pulled him under the waves completely. The cacophony has diminished, his friends and family members thankfully long gone, and Frankie sits alone in the small lounge, in complete disarray from the impromptu party.

Empty plates and glasses litter all available surfaces, and the welcome home banner on the wall has partly fallen off, just hanging limply. The subdued quiet feels almost deafening after the noise of the excitement buzzing around him. His head thuds and his throat feels hoarse.

His thoughts race, colliding and overlapping like waves crashing against the shore. He can hear them, the roll and lick of the water, bounding and flowing over the rocks and sand. And for a while, he tries to focus on that, and not the world shifting beneath his feet leaving him unsteady and uncertain.

He leans forward, tossing his cap on the coffee table and runs a hand through his mussed curls. A shaky hand, his fingers are almost throbbing as he squeezes them into a fist.

He attempts to process everything that’s happened. The island, the rescue, the overwhelming flood of emotions from being forcely reunited with his family and friends - and now this. The stark revelation carelessly dumped in his lap that he’s a father.

He tries not to feel resentful, sympathy from somewhere inside of him resonates and tries to reason with him about Carla and the choices she must’ve considered. He tells himself it’s not her fault, that she was probably scared and clueless on what to do when she assumed like everyone else that he was dead on that flight, but it doesn’t help appease the situation.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, but it does little to calm the storm of thoughts gathering on the horizon of his mind. How could he have a child he didn’t know about? The weight of realisation presses down on him and it suddenly feels hard to breathe.

Footsteps approach and Benny appears in the doorway, carrying two mugs of coffee. He plonks one on the table in front of Frankie in a blue mug with an MMA logo plastered over it, and sits down beside him.

“Listen man, I'm sorry. The whole party thing was a stupid idea-” Benny begins and Frankie shakes his head.

“It’s fine, Benny.” Frankie sighs.

“You sure? I mean, I didn’t think how hard it might be for you, you know?” Frankie nods, but doesn’t say anything.

“You look like you’ve been hit by a fuckin’ freight train.” Benny says, carefully, eyes peering at him over the rim of his mug.

“Feels like it.” He takes a sip of the coffee Benny’s made, hoping the warmth will ground him. Instead, it only amplifies the anxiety swirling in his chest.

He recognises the sensation all too well - the same gnawing, desperate feeling he used to have when he craved. It’s an itch, an itch that doesn't satiate no matter the amount of scratching and picking at the scab.

His mind spirals further, trying not to sink into that vortex. He remembers the lengths he used to go to, the lies he told, the relationships he shattered. He wonders if he’s even capable of being the father that his child needs.

The thought of cocaine resurfaces vividly. He can almost feel the sting in his nostrils, the rush of euphoria that follows. His heart pounds faster, thudding heavy in his ears, hands trembling further. It’s a visceral reminder of the darkest time in his life and it terrifies him. He hasn’t thought about this since… since the island.

The waves roll in his ears again and he tries to follow the steady stream of them.

The island had stripped him down to his barest self. Out there, amidst the endless blue and the harsh reality of survival, there had been no distractions, no temptations. It was just him and the relentless sea and the will to keep going with Jude by his side.

He had no choice but to confront his demons and smite them down because there was no escape, no substance to numb or quiet the unbidden thoughts.

He remembers the initial days on the island, the physical cravings he kept hidden from Jude. They were still strangers then, just starting to co-exist together, and he could still cloak himself away whilst his body yearned for that familiar taste of poison.

But the island, in its harsh and unforgiving way, had grounded him.

Now back home, that safety net of enforced sobriety is harshly relinquished. Here, in the land of plenty, the risk of relapse looms large and heavy on his shoulders and Frankie is all too aware of that. The knowledge that he could easily get his hands on drugs if he wanted to - if he really wanted to - is both a comfort and a fucking terror.

“So, Carla told you then?” Benny cuts through his thoughts.

Frankie nods, running his hand over his tired face. “When were you gonna tell me?”

“Didn’t think it was my place.”

“Not your place? C’mon, man. You let me walk into a fuckin’ bear trap!” Frankie snaps.

“She wanted to be the one to tell you, Fish. We all thought it was best coming from her.”

“Fuck…” Frankie sighs. “How do the fuck do I even be a father?”

What does he have to offer, anyway? He’s just a guy who has barely managed to survive, a guy who has struggled to find his place in the world. He doesn't have a stable career or a picture-perfect life to provide as examples. As these thoughts swirl in his mind, Frankie feels another wave of panic wash over him.

What if he isn't cut out for this? What if he can't protect his child from the harsh realities of the world? What if he ends up being a disappointment and a source of pain?

“Well, you start by meeting ‘em. Kids are resilient. They don’t need perfection - they just need consistency and shit.” Benny says flippantly, as he knows. “He’s not even a year-old. He won’t know that you’ve been gone.” He says it so casually and it pisses Frankie off even more. “You won’t screw it up.”

“I’ve already screwed it up. What the fuck do I tell Jude?”

Frankie's mind races through countless scenarios, each one more terrifying than the last. He imagines sitting Jude down, trying to find the right words to tell her about the baby, only to see the look of shock and betrayal on her face. He imagines her storming out, leaving him alone with his thoughts and his fears.

In another scenario, he imagines Jude's initial reaction being one of anger and disbelief, followed by a painful silence as she processes the news and breaks down at the recall of her own loss on the island. He imagines her accusing him of betraying her trust, of choosing the baby she’ll never accept over their relationship. Jude listens to his confession with a cold detachment, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and scorn.

He imagines her telling him that she can't be with someone who has betrayed her so deeply, who has kept such a monumental secret from her. He imagines her leaving him, leaving their relationship in ruins.

And then, in the scenario he fears the most, she scoops him up in her arms and tells him everything will be alright, and that they can do this together.

“Tell her the truth.” Benny cuts in.

Frankie snorts into his coffee cup.

“She’ll want to help you. Be a cool step-mom or something.”

“You don’t fuckin’ get it.” Frankie says, standing. He paces for a few moments. “On the island… Jude and I, we… we lost a baby. She had a miscarriage.”

He can hear it, the sounds of Jude’s sobs ringing in his ears. The sound of the water lapping over her bloodied thighs as he waded with her cradled in his arms into the cleansing ocean.

He stroked her hair, his own eyes brimming with tears. “I know, I know… it’s okay, you’re okay.” He repeated over and over his voice trembling. “Está bien, hermosa. Estás bien.” (It’s okay, beautiful you’re okay.)

Hours turned into days as Frankie watched helplessly as Jude was doubled over in pain, mirroring his own emotional agony tearing through him, and crying and sleeping through it as best as she could.

The flashback shifts to the aftermath. Jude was asleep, her face tear-streaked. Frankie had walked down to the beach, the weight of their unexpected loss heavy on his shoulders. He looked out at the endless ocean, the waves crashing against the shore. He envisioned walking through the water.

Just keep walking, keep going, don’t stop...

But he couldn’t, he couldn’t leave her. He couldn’t let her face that anguish alone. It would be cruel to lose them both. And Frankie wasn’t cruel. He was weak, but never cruel. He couldn’t be selfish anymore. He had to go on for her. To keep himself on the straight and narrow and strong.

He had to do it all for her.

“Shit, man.” Benny says, wiping his chin. “I’m sorry. That’s heavy.”

“We didn’t even know. There was so much fuckin’ blood…” Frankie says, his eyes watering. “There was nothing we could do. And now finding out that I have a-a kid? I’ve had one all this time when I’ve told her I don’t… fuck. It’s just fucked.”

“It is fucked. And I’m sorry, Fish. I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like. You got fuckin’ shit on out there, man.”

“You don’t know the half of it, hermano.” (Brother.)

“But you got a second shot here.”

“Benny,” Frankie says, his voice barely above a whisper.

“The kid, he’s fucking great. Really cute and-”

“BENNY!” Frankie yells, and he throws his coffee mug across the lounge, shattering on impact against the wall.

“What the fuck, man?” Benny growls.

“Jesus…” Frankie groans. “I need you to just stop talking. Just fuckin’ stop.” Frankie bites as he marches past him and out the front door.

Two weeks pass and it’s a long two weeks that feels more and more isolating as the time wears on. Frankie’s days blur together as he works to reassemble the shattered pieces of his old life.

His first stop was the barber. Sitting in the chair, he watched the shaggy, salt-encrusted locks fall away, revealing a face he barely recognised. He caught sight of the faint scars running the length of his neck in the mirror which his hair had hid from him for so long that he had seemingly forgotten about them, until the smell of aviation fuel filled his nostrils when he glanced at them in the mirror.

He looked around at the salon floor in horror as he felt the cold ocean water rising up to his neck as the barber carried on snipping away, whilst Frankie started to drown and scream for help.

He came to a few seconds after, and shook the infecting thoughts away as he glanced at his manic expression regarding him back in the mirror.

A shaved and shaped beard and his curls tamed to an acceptable length, he adjusted his trusty cap back on his head and headed over to his appointment with his doctor. He followed up from the hospital in Cape Town and had a second round of blood tests that confirmed he did indeed have Dengue Fever on the island, but had recovered well.

He was vaccinated for tetanus, given some more dietary advice and advised to have some counselling, which he declined profusely before heading over to the bank.

He stood in line, feeling strangely out of place in the bustling environment. When his turn came, he spoke in a quiet voice to sort out his account, payments and other financial matters. Which then proceeded into having a long drawn out argument with the cashier about his money and access to it, and having to file paperwork to reverse his death certificate, which was an unusual thing for someone clearly living having to do.

The cause of death on his certificate was marked as unknown; missing presumed dead, which was an unsettling thought that swelled around in his gut like the choppy seas.

Days later and at the bank again, Frankie was taken into a side area with an account manager, and whilst they tracked down his account and missing money, his thoughts wandered back to Jude, never straying too far from her at all.

He made the decision then, under the bright fluorescent lights of the bank that hurt his eyes a little. He wasn’t ready to tell Jude about the baby yet. He wasn’t even ready to see the baby himself. The thought of facing reality, of explaining everything when he still didn’t really understand it himself, was too much to bear right now. He had a list of tasks that he had to see through.

His mind couldn’t cope with straying away from that list.

After the bank, he walked through the streets of Pensacola. The familiar sights felt alien. He stopped at a small coffee shop, sipping a cup of black coffee which seemed to be the only staple in his diet lately. He knew he should eat more, but his stomach had been constantly churning ever since the news.

He sat and stared out the window. People passed by, oblivious to his inner turmoil. The sense of their normalcy made him feel bitter and was jarring. He felt like an outsider peeping in at his own life.

The days turned, and every day he and Jude spoke on the phone. Texting at random intervals, a long conversation telling each other about their day and all the intricacies within it.The pining and longing in their voices prevalent and a constant reminder of their pain and suffering at being apart. He told her everything, everything he did, how he was getting on with the list.

Everything except the baby, and he felt fucking awful keeping it from her.

And the calls kept coming from the press too. Unknown numbers sent to ignore, lengthy voicemails about opportunities to tell his story. His phone was blowing up the more the days went on.

“They called again. They wanna talk to you.” Benny says, relaying the messages when he gets in. They’d gotten Benny’s number too. “A few chat shows have requested to have you on them. You’re a fuckin’ celebrity.” Benny remarks.

“Like who?” Frankie enquires non-committal.

“Jimmy Kimmel, Ellen. That guy that ain’t funny, but thinks he is-”

“Conan.”

“Yeah. They all want an exclusive interview with you and Jude to hear what happened.”

“Well, I don’t even know if I wanna do it.” Frankie sighs, with sleepy, disinterested eyes.

“They’ll probably offer some good money. You could do that with that, get yourself a place again?” Benny murmurs, flicking through channels as Frankie flops down on the couch next to him.

“I’m cramping your style, huh?”

“No, man. I told you, mi casa, su casa,” Benny smiles. (My house is your house)

Frankie nods, though the reassurance feels thin. He knows he has a long way to go, more boxes to check off his list and sorting a place of his own is definitely on there. But for now he focuses on reclaiming the parts of himself that have been lost to the island, to the addiction, to the overwhelming guilt.

In his quiet moments, he thinks about Jude, hoping she’s finding her own ways to heal. He knows he can’t avoid the truth forever, but for now he takes solace in the small victories, each one a step towards the man he wants to be for her.

“You thought about getting back to work?”

“Yeah. I’ll go see Dustin soon. He might have some work for Lazarus Rising. I need a fuckin’ shower.” Frankie stands up.

“Eddie called too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Said you should stop by the centre. I think you should, too.” Benny encourages. “Might be good for you to talk to someone.”

The memories of his time in rehab are still fresh in his mind - the group therapy sessions, the one-on-one counselling coffee sessions with Eddie, the endless introspection. It had been a necessary step in his journey towards recovery, a journey he had thought was behind him. But now, faced with the prospect of returning, he feels a familiar sense of resistance building within him.

He knows talking to his sponsor could provide some much-needed guidance and support. But the thought of stepping foot back into the rehab centre, of facing his demons head-on, fills him with a sense of dread.

Frankie nods lazily and heads into the bathroom, sealing himself inside and lets the water drown him.

Back in New York, Jude follows a similar pattern in slowly rebuilding her life over the same two week period.

She gets her hair cut, chopping off more than she actually wants to, but after a year of sun and sea water damage, the hairdresser advises it’s best to go as short as she’s comfortable with, opting for a shoulder length bob. When she runs her hands through the choppy style, she’s amazed that it doesn’t feel like straw anymore. It’s almost like magic.

Her father buys her a car and helps her go to the bank to access her accounts and her photography business she’d had before shit went down in the plane crash. She wants to buy a new camera, but her mom has kept her trusty old Nikon, and all of her personal effects such as clothes, jewellery, photographs in the spare room at their house when she’d moved in following the split from Nate.

“I couldn’t bear to throw any of it out,” her mom explained as they both blubbed, holding each other tightly. “I just knew in my heart you’d come home one day. And you did, baby.”

Jude buys a new, up to date iPhone model and e-mails a load of her old clients, getting back in contact again ready to get back into some work. Life has to continue, right?

And the phone rings, each day, talking with Frankie and digesting the day. Figuring out when they’ll see each other again because she misses him more than anything. It also rings incessantly with unknown numbers and voicemails being left about telling their story to the whole world. In the end she stops answering, only swiping across the screen when it’s Frankie’s name on the caller ID.

Jude goes for an eye test and checks in with her dentist to get a polish and a check-up. She goes back to the doctor to check on her overall health too. She isn’t putting on the weight quickly as advised, but slow steps are needed in that department.

Although her lack of appetite worries her mom as she pushes away barely eaten plates full of food that her mom loads up for her. It’ll take a while to return to normal.

Jude's nightmares have become increasingly frequent in the weeks too, since they’d returned from the island. The trauma of their ordeal seems to weigh heavily on her, manifesting itself in the form of vivid, terrifying dreams that leave her shaken and exhausted. No matter how hard she tries to shake them off, they linger like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over her days and nights without Frankie there to calm her.

Jude’s walking down the block after her dentist appointment; the smells and sounds of her old neighbourhood haunts in New York City returning to her gradually as the days merge. She clocks the garbage truck loading up the bags from the sidewalk, the smells of the fried onions from the hotdog vendor as she passes it.

A lexicon of indistinct chatter ebbs and flows around her, the background noise to simple life that she’s missed out on for what feels like so long.

She thinks about the airport when they landed at JFK - how all attention was on them - on her, and it makes her skin prickle up in her sweater uncomfortably. All those eyes staring, casting assumptions, asking questions; she feels a little nauseous when she thinks too deeply about it.

Unsure how Frankie can muster the strength to seemingly ignore it, how he can switch off and not retaliate. Here, as she passes through the people of New York, the unassuming vox-populi and looks at their faces that aren’t looking back at hers, her invisibility suddenly feels daunting.

A sea of people seem to swell and surge past her - cars honking, people shouting and the constant hum of city life droning heavy in her ears. It’s so vastly different from the island, where silence was the constant companion.

Jude tries to steady her breathing, but her heart pounds in her chest. The crowds pass from all sides, making her feel trapped, unable to escape. Every direction she looks, there are more people, more noise, more chaos. Panic rises in her throat and she fumbles for her phone, her fingers slipping as she scrolls for Frankie’s name.

“Please pick up, please pick up…” she whispers to herself, feeling the edges of her vision blur with tears. She feels ridiculous, embarrassed even. A former shadow of herself.

“Hey, hermosa.”

Hearing his voice is like flipping a switch. The chaos around her seems to instantly dim, the noise fading into the background like waves receding. She always prided herself on her independence, she travelled the world by herself taking photographs and seeking adventure, and now in the familiarity of her own home city she’s rendered paralysed in fear.

“Hey you,” she gasps.

“Are you alright? You sound outta breath?” Frankie smiles down the phone.

“Yeah… no, I’m fine. I’m fine. Just out and about. Getting shit done.” She reassures, and his chuckle down the phone soothes her frayed nerves and she can finally muster the strength to walk again.

She closes her eyes and tries to push away the self-doubt that threatens to consume her. She’s faced worse than this - survived a damn plane crash, endured the harsh realities of life on a deserted island. She can handle a little bit of city noise.

“Just needed to hear your voice.” She smiles.

“I know the feeling,” he husks down the phone. “How’s the Big Apple treating you today?”

“A little overwhelming, but then again when isn’t it? How’s your day been?”

“All the fun and exciting stuff of getting my life back on track.” He snorts.

“Sounds exhausting,” she says, genuinely interested as the noise fades out around her. “Any progress on the job front?”

“Actually yeah, I was thinking of calling up my old boss. Maybe see if there’s anything he’s got for a man who's back from the dead.”

Jude chuckles. “Well, that's a great idea. As long as he doesn't send you to Madagascar again.”

“Yeah. Been there, done that.” Frankie chuckles. “And I think… I-I should probably check in with my sponsor too.”

Jude pauses, her heart clenching at the mention of his sponsor. She knows how hard Frankie has fought against his addiction, and she worries about him facing those demons again now that they’re back in the real world.

"You still there?"

“Yeah... Yeah. That sounds like a really good idea,” she says softly.

As she listens to him talk about his day, she can’t help but think about what life will be like for him now. The island had been a brutal, relentless test of their survival skills, but in some ways, it had also been a sanctuary from the temptations and pressures of the real world.

Now, Frankie would have to face his addiction head-on, surrounded by all the triggers and stresses that had led him down that path in the first place.

She considers the strength it will take for him to stay clean, to rebuild his life from the ground up. And she worries about how she can support him through it, knowing that her own struggles are far from over.

“Frankie,” she says quietly, “I’m proud of you. For everything. And I’ll be here for you, no matter what.”

Hearing her say that she’s proud of him makes Frankie's heart sink. Her words of praise are a sharp reminder of his deceit. The guilt gnaws at him, making it hard to accept her praise. He can’t do this. Not to her. The words are almost there, on the tip of his tongue…

“I fuckin’ love you, hermosa.”

She smiles and he can hear it. “I love you, too. We’ll figure it out, all of it.”

They talk for a while longer, the conversation flowing easily as they share stories and plans. By the time they hang up, Jude feels a little more grounded, a little more herself.

The city is still loud and overwhelming, but with Frankie’s voice in her ear and his support behind her, she knows she can face whatever comes next.

She’s still swimming in confused and muddled thoughts when she steps off the subway and up into the quieter suburbs of her neighbourhood, when someone swerves into her.

She looks up to be met with a sickeningly familiar face.

“Holy shit!” Nate exclaims aghast.

Jude immediately flusters, running her hands through her hair as she regards her ex-fiancé staring back at her like he’s seeing a frail ghost.

Without hesitating he clings onto her, engulfing her inside his arms, and the stench of his cologne is all too familiar and poisonous as she breathes it in.

“Fuck, look at you!” He regards her, still hanging onto her arms and staring right at her as she’s rooted speechless to the spot. Those eyes of his staring right back at her, with an astounded twitch of his lips beaming into the grin he always wore.

It still cuts deep, even after all this time. Since being back she hadn’t thought a lot of him, but knew that maybe at some point his name would crop up in conversation; they had friends in the same circles.

But here he is, on the damn sidewalk with her in the middle of the city that houses eight point three million, giving way to some weirdly fucked up fate or kismet. The isolation on the island had given her ample time to reflect, to heal - or so she thought.

“Nate.” She greets timidly, running out of breath, and it feels like his tightening grip on her arms won’t ever let her go.

“Oh my God, Jude. Shit... I can’t believe it! I saw on the news that you’d come home. I tried to call you, but... your number just rings off. Fuck! I thought you were dead!”

He holds her tight in his arms again, his arms crushing her against him and it leaves her jangled.

“No. Still alive...” She shakes her head slowly in disbelief, regarding him and remembering him all over again. His hair is shorter, but his face and his eyes remain the absolute same.

His bewildered vortex for a mouth slowly morphs into an astonished, wide grin at her, and she can’t help but smile back at his goofiness as though it’s infecting her motor functions and facial muscles.

He finally lets go of her arms. “Jesus... I can’t believe it, you’re really here. Where are you at, you staying at your mom’s?” He enquires, staring into her and not looking away.

Being the centre of Nate’s attention was something she craved once, now it feels off. Strange and unsettling. She feels like she might throw up.

She nods. “Yeah, I uh, need to find a new place, you know?”

“Yeah, shit.” He nods contemplating it all. “They rented it out not long after… your old place. Some weird old lady with a load of plants lives there now.”

All she can do is nod sympathetically.

“Wow. Look at you. You’re really here.” He says in wonderment.

His plague of a smile is creaking across his face and making it burn brightly at her. Laying down the foundations for certain destruction, making her remember all those swampy feels she once had for him. Back in a time when life wasn’t complicated; before the survival and the horror of the island.

“H-how are you?” She asks, cringing almost.

“Same old,” he snorts.

Same old… yeah, I bet you are.

“I mean, I... I was beside myself when I found out what happened to your flight. I was calling and calling your cell but getting no answer. Your mom called me, told me what had happened. They didn't find anybody alive.” He zones out a bit as he speaks. “I couldn’t believe it. I was devastated, you know, because of how things were left between us?”

Their eyes meet, and a jolt of shock ripples through her body. Nate’s expression mirrors her own - surprise, confusion, and something else. Regret, maybe? It's hard to tell.

He steps towards her, tentatively, as if he isn't sure she’s entirely real.

Jude bites down on the insides of her cheeks as she listens to him speak with a genuine sombre look about his traitorous, slick features. He’s the last person she expected to see, and the one person she hoped never to encounter again.

Nate had been the love of her life until she discovered his final betrayal. The memories of finding out about his cheating comes flooding back, the pain as raw as if it had happened yesterday. Jude had left to escape him, to escape the memories, and to find herself again. And we all know how that panned out…

But now, here he is, standing just a few feet away, looking as if he hasn't aged a day. Like the last year of her hardships and struggles are brushed off so carelessly, because he could never understand what it was like.

“I went to your funeral,” he says, now staring at something on the pavement only he can see. “I read a poem.”

“You did?” She enquires frowning with confusion. Nate read a poem?

“Yeah, never thought I’d have to do that,” he looks at her again. “You cut your hair. It suits you, you look really pretty.”

“What poem was it?” She asks, ignoring the compliment and feeling her heart accelerate.

He shrugs. “I don’t know, just one I found on Google. Sounded nice when I read it, you know?”

Yeah. Says it all.

“But fuck, you’re back!” Nate exclaims. “How are you doing, are you feeling alright?”

How had she been? The question seems absurd. She’s been through hell and back, both emotionally and physically. But standing here now, looking at him, she realises that despite everything, she’s survived. She’s stronger than she’s ever given herself credit for.

Jude adjusts her purse on her shoulder that suddenly feels like it's weighted with heavy boulders.

“I’m back,” she says “and I’m okay, I think... It’s strange.”

“Well, let’s hang out, let’s talk. I mean, I missed the fuck out of you. You hungry, we can grab some food and catch up? Tell me your stories?” He throws his thumb over his shoulder eagerly. “Let’s go to our place.”

Our place…

She shakes her head, hearing heavy fuzzing inside her ears. It’s all too surreal to see him, standing before her in all of his vapid, self-centred glory. But despite it all, that familiarity about him is somewhat oddly comforting amongst the frazzled angst that has been swamping her as of late.

She feels a surge of conflicting emotions. Anger, hurt, longing, and an overwhelming sense of confusion. Part of her wants to turn and run, to avoid the confrontation and the inevitable reopening of old wounds.

But another part of her, the part that had spent countless nights on that island replaying their relationship over and over, knows she needs some closure.

“Come on, we need to catch up,” Nate says, taking her hand and making the decision for her, pulling her along.

And before she knows it, a stream of time has whooshed by her, similar to when you’re drunk and blackout and there are gaps in your memory. How did I get here? Why am I here?

She’s now sat opposite him again, with a hot chocolate that isn;t hot at all, plonked in front of her in the same café they used to frequent together.

Nate tries his best to look collected as he sits back, and he watches her eyes avoid his deliberate yearning expression. Yet, the apologetic glance he throws her way assures him that Jude has read him like a book - a cheap paperback with no pictures.

But does he even realise that the situation cuts her open like razors slicing into skin? That the mere notion of them even sitting here like this, painfully far from each other despite their close proximity, squeezed into this little brown and beige booth, rips her to shreds over and over?

A shadow passes over Nate’s face. "Jude, I know I hurt you. More than words can say. I've had a lot of time to think about what I did, and I'm so sorry. If I could take it back, I would."

And the lacerations keep coming.

She looks at him, searching his eyes for any sign of deceit. But all she sees is sincerity. And yet, the wounds feel too fresh, the betrayal too deep.

“I didn’t - I couldn’t be with anyone else after that, you know? I just kept thinking about you, and it hurt so much.” Nate explains.

“Nate-”

She tries to talk again but the words don’t come, nothing. A lumpy block, swelling full of dismay and regret and that uncomfortable itch blooming all over her skin like being clad in a sweater your Nana knits with that prickly wool.

“I couldn’t sleep thinking you were dead. It was just weird knowing I’d never see you again, you know?” He continues to load up his gun and take aim at her, pelting bullets into her body and watching her die.

He watches as her fingers encircle the rim of her mug, moving in the same direction of the ever slowing clock on the back wall behind her; her head down and avoiding his burning gaze.

Staring at the chocolaty contents of her mug with clumps of whipped cream bobbing on the surface like sour milk, as if her very life depends on it.

“I didn’t think I would ever see anyone again.” She admits quietly.

“Even me?” He asks as her head rises slowly to look at him.

She nods and he smiles, killing her all over again.

It was true, she did think she wouldn’t ever see him again as she spent time on the island. Sitting on her regular spot on the sun-bleached rocks, staring out at the endless expanse of the ocean. The waves crashed rhythmically against the shore, a constant reminder of the passage of time. It was her fourth month on the island with Frankie, and solitude had become both her enemy and her companion.

The days blurred together, but the nights were the hardest. In the quiet darkness, whilst Frankie lightly snored beside her, her mind wandered back to Nate on occasion, and the memories she tried so hard to bury surfaced with brutal clarity.

One particular night stood out in her memory, as vivid as if it were happening again. She had been lying in the makeshift shelter she and Frankie had built, the air heavy with the scent of salt and damp sand. Unable to sleep, she found herself reliving the moment she discovered Nate’s first betrayal.

Jude had come home early from a work trip away, excited to surprise him with tickets to their favourite band's concert. But as she walked into their apartment, she noticed the unusual silence. No music, no TV, just a quiet that felt out of place. She called out his name, but there was no answer. Her heart began to race as she moved towards the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and through the gap, she saw them - Nate and another woman, tangled in each other’s arms.

The shock hit her like a physical blow, knocking the air from her lungs. Jude stumbled back, unable to process the scene before her. Her vision blurred with tears, and she felt as if the ground had been ripped out from under her.

The nights after the discovery had been a blur of crying, screaming, and asking herself why. Why hadn’t she seen the signs? Why hadn’t he told her he was unhappy?

Why wasn’t she enough?

She had replayed every conversation, every interaction, looking for clues she might have missed. Nate had knelt in front of her, tears streaming down his face, begging for forgiveness. He had told her it was a mistake, that it would never happen again, that he loved her more than anything. His words were a band-aid to her wounded heart, and despite her better judgement, Jude let him talk her round. He was good at that, saying the things she wanted to hear. She loved him deeply, and the thought of losing him was unbearable. So, she stayed.

But the betrayal didn’t end there. Months later, she found herself in a similar situation - this time, a text message from another woman. The hurt was just as sharp, the betrayal just as deep. Again, Nate had begged for forgiveness, made promises he couldn’t keep. And again, she stayed. Each time, she hoped it would be different, that he would change, that their love would be enough.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

The betrayals had left a deep scar, one that her time on the island was supposed to heal. But healing wasn’t linear. There were days when she felt stronger, more in control. And then there were nights like that on the island, when the grief felt as fresh as the day she found out.

She remembered throwing the concert tickets into the trash, the plans they had made crumbling like ash in her hands, and all sense of control and the person she was began feeling more and more distant.

“I just wanted you to come back to me so badly.” Nate says. “You’re so strong.”

Jude shakes her head. “No, I’m not really. I just... survived there. I know that if it wasn’t for Frankie-”

“Frankie, the other survivor?”

“Yeah, the other survivor.” Although he’s so much more than that. He isn’t just a survivor, he’s a fighter. “Without him, I wouldn’t be here now, that much I do know.”

Nate smiles softly. “You're stronger than you think.”

He echoes Frankie’s words and she feels it sear through her bone marrow.

It’s like those words spilling out of his mouth, those omissions about concern for her are being pulled languidly from him like colourful, silk scarves from a crummy kids magician’s trick. She’ll pull and pull all the words she wants to hear him say - that she would have given her right arm for him to say to her once - and the length will get longer and longer until they’re in a heap on the floor beside her ready to kick under the table out of the way, much like he used to do with her feelings.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you any of this...” Jude says, clasping her hands around her hot chocolate, which is still tepid much to her dismay. A whole year and nothing has changed in this world.

“Because you want to, maybe?” Nate suggests, sitting forward. “I can’t imagine what it was like for you. I really can’t. But I wish more than anything I was there for you, to have taken care of you.”

“I had... Frankie.”

Without Frankie, she would be dead, she knows that. She feels it and it’s visceral. On the island, Jude had found solace in the simplicity of survival - building shelter, finding food, and keeping a fire going. Those tasks had given her purpose, a way to focus her mind away from the pain.

But even in the busy throes of survival, memories of Nate slipped in under the cracks, uninvited and unwelcome. And she knew she would have been dead without Frankie. Frankie, with his untamed beard and kind eyes, who had been stranded on the island with her. He had been her rock, her lifeline, her only connection to sanity. When she was too weak to gather food, he had brought her fish. When she was too despondent to talk, he simply sat silently beside her.

He had listened when she needed to talk, and given her space when she needed to be alone. Frankie had sat beside her, his arm around her shoulders, offering silent support. He didn’t try to fix her; he simply stayed, letting her know she wasn’t alone. He loved her unconditionally, without reason or excuse.

Nate reaches for her hand and she doesn't flinch away. She feels it as he strokes over her knuckles and watches as his thumb does that soft glide over the peaks of them. His fingers clasp around hers and hold on as she stares down at them unable to register the feeling fully. Just aware it’s happening and she’s allowing it to.

She looks up and can see Frankie’s face instead of Nate’s and she snatches her hand back from him.

“I really missed you,” Nate says to her with those drilling eyes that swirl and lure her in like a Siren song.

There’s a moment shared between them, a silence that lingers and yet isn’t uncomfortable or awkward in its entirety. It’s full of nostalgia, full of that sepia wonderment and awe of when the times between them were good. The times when she was naïve and unassuming, and completely and irrevocably in love with this man to the point that she couldn’t breathe without the fibres of her lungs tearing and suffocating her.

The feeling akin to those times she found him in bed tangled up with other women too, and the stabbing pain that she felt then registers once more inside her heart, and she remembers all the reasons why he’s no good for her.

All the reasons why she walked away, and all those reasons why she got on that damned plane and crash landed in the middle of the ocean and ultimately fell in love with another man.

Nate’s phone buzzes on the table beside them and Jude watches his eyes glance at it and then his face changes. That small smirk slips out of his mouth like a cobra.

All snakes have two faces, the curious one you see testing the air with it’s forked tongue, and then the one right before they attack and sink their fangs into your leg. Nate’s fangs are out as he picks up the phone and his busy thumbs tap on the screen.

“Who’s that?” Jude feels herself asking casually as she sips her hot chocolate. Déjà vu playing on a sickening loop like she asked all those times before.

“Just a friend,” he says with that smirk still on his lips as he continues to stare into the screen.

“Right.” She says, knowing full well it’s more than just a friend. They were never just his friends. Nate doesn’t simply just have friends. All of his friends he’s inserted his dick into at some point.

As hurt and as angry as she had been with Nate all those times previous, watching him now Jude feels some sort of sympathy blooming for him. He will always be this - flighty, non-committal. Worried that if he let himself belong to just one person that he would miss out on something, something spectacular.

The irony is, he had something spectacular, and he let it go.

Suffering through the same repetitive status-quo as a chronic commitment-phobe, he will never have what Jude has with Frankie; he’ll never feel that same sense of relief or blissful peace as she does when swamped inside of Frankie’s strong arms. Able to shut out the noise of the world until there’s nothing else except for his skin on hers and his fingertips dipping into her soul to calm it.

She pities Nate now, pities the man who she once thought hung the moon. But yet this man right here was placed into her life to break her heart, she understands that now. She had to go through the pain and misery and self-loathing to carry on this journey; to take those steps onto that doomed flight, the wheels set in motion to bring her to something else utterly spectacular.

To endure through the heartache, the struggle, the life-altering fight for survival to be with the man who she was supposed to be with.

Everything happens for a reason.

“Now you’re back, maybe we could try again, slowly...” Nate suggests, and it takes Jude a moment to register he’s now addressing her.

She feels sick, his words slowly sinking into her body infecting her, even though she wills them not to. She shakes her head breathing in deeply, breathing in that sweet clarity once more.

What the hell are you doing here?!

“You loved me right? We were good together.” Nate sways.

“I did, Nate.” Jude nods, “until you broke my heart. I was already dead before I washed up on that island, because of you.” She snaps to him, staring him right in his eyes that frown at her words.

He breathes out slowly after the short, venomous outburst as she quickly surveys the damage around the room. Honesty always cuts deep like a knife and she now knows it, probably so does half the café. Luckily no-one seems to have given a damned thought to them and their grey cloud swirling.

“Don’t say that. I’ve changed, we can work it out.” And in his simple little mind, he truly believes that they can - she sees it on his face that still contains that slick smile that can tempt her into the water, luring her to her death.

Watching evilly as she drowns and pleads for him to save her, but he won’t. He’ll simply watch as the waves take Jude under and fill her lungs with water. He will be the death of her and she isn’t willing to die anymore. Not when she has something else entirely to live for.

“It’s true. I can’t forget what you did, but I can forgive you. If anything this experience has taught me that life is too fucking short to hold grudges, Nate.”

He looks hopeful, a glimmer growing inside of his eyes. Nate knows this is the end, but he fights for it like an obedient soldier brainwashed into thinking that glory will prevail. And she’s not entirely sure why.

“You’ll never change, it took me a while to figure that out. But I moved on. I healed. I found someone else, someone who really loves me.”

“Who?” Nate questions her, perplexed.

She shakes her head like he can’t be serious. He knows who. She stands suddenly, feeling like enough time has been wasted already and it all clicks into place. It’s him, it’s always been him - Frankie. And she’s a fool to deny herself from him, to deny him from her.

The decision had been mutual. They both understood the importance of re-establishing their individual identities before forging ahead together. Frankie had gone back to Florida to reconnect with family and tie up loose ends, while Jude returned to the city to reclaim her career and identity.

But the separation is harder than she’d anticipated. Every night, she finds herself staring out at the city, unable to sleep without him, thinking of the island - of Frankie. She misses his calming presence, his reassuring touch, and the way he can make her laugh even in the darkest moments.

They had shared so much - surviving against all odds, leaning on each other for strength and comfort. Their bond was unbreakable. They had faced death together, survived the harshest conditions, and found solace in each other. Now, being apart feels like a step backward and a pointless one at that.

They can recover from this ordeal together; they’re a united front - a team. The two of them against that island, against the world and conquering it together. She can’t be apart from him for a moment longer and they’re both fools to think otherwise.

“You and I, Nate? We were done long, long ago. There’s nothing else to say except I wish you well.”

Yeah, no hate, no evil insults because after all, the poor sap really does live in cloud cuckoo land thinking everything will have a rosy ending, when in reality Jude can just see that he’s a terrified man cowering in the corner, scared to give someone his heart.

“Where are you going?” Nate asks her, placing his phone down on the table and turning in his seat.

“I need to go.” Jude says with clarity.

“Well, give me your number, let’s spend some time together, yeah?” Nate suggests in his last ditch attempt at clinging on.

Jude shakes her head defiantly. “Goodbye Nate.”

Outside, she calls Frankie’s number again and when his voice greets her on the other end, she instantly feels giddy.

Jude feels a weight lift off her shoulders, replaced by a sense of clarity and resolve.

“Come back to the city, Frankie. We can sort out our lives, but we don’t have to do it apart.” She smiles.

“I’ll be there the day after tomorrow,” he says without hesitation. “Just got something to wrap up here.”

They can do this. They’re a partnership. There’s nothing they can’t overcome together. This is different to what she had with Nate - no secrets, no lies.

“I love you, Frankie.” Jude says, breathing down the phone.

“I love you, too.” Frankie replies, as he stands outside Carla’s house and braces himself to knock on the door.

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soxcietyy · 1 day

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my request is yuta finding readers toys and testing it on her the next time they do the deed 🙏🙏

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This is embarrassingly late, I’m so sorry 😭🙏🏼

Nobara comes over to your house with a mystery box just to be disappointed with the contents inside. Yuta shows up unexpected and seems very interested in it.

"Hey! Guess who finally got the goods! Can’t wait to see what’s in here." Nobara said as she stood in front of your door with a cardboard box in her hands. It took you a second to even figure out what in the world she was talking about. What plans could of you guys made that you had forgotten about?

Ah yes last week she had mentioned that she made a new friend who owned a company. He said that he needed people to review his new products before he could launch them in his shop. Before he could reveal what it was Nobara stopped him, telling the guy that she wanted it to be a surprise. She promised to run over here once she received the package so you guys could be surprised together.

"What do you think it could be? Clothes? Food? Candy? Skincare? Makeup?!" Nobara said excitedly as she squeezed passed you. She didn’t need permission to enter because she would barge in even if you said no.

Walking into your apartment she decided to put the box on the coffee table. A loud thud could be heard as it made contact with the glass top. She took a seat on the floor as she waited for you, excited to see what was inside. She almost looked like a kid eager to open there gift. That would have to wait a second though. Walking to the kitchen you grab some wine glasses and a bottle so you guys could enjoy together. Whatever it was would go perfectly with a cold bottle of wine.

"Hurry up!" She says as she crosses her arms.

Yyou let out a sigh as you lean on the island, then you tell her to open the tape up while you poured drinks.

"I’m so excited!" Nobara says as she pulls out her keys and drags it across the tape to tear it open. While she did that you opened the bottle and poured the drinks into the glass. Once you had finished you approach her and place the cups down. Nobara didn’t want to waste anymore time, she pulls you towards her so you could look above the box with her.

"Okay I’m going to open it in three, two, one."

She opens the box to reveal what’s inside. Both of you look at each other in shock. It was a box full of toys and they weren’t the kid friendly ones. You put your hand inside and pull out a pink silicone toy in the shape of a male body part. You couldn’t help but crack a smile at your friend.

"That disgusting monster!" She says in disbelief.

"Hey now, I’m sure he was going to tell you what it was before you stopped him." You say defending the man.

She rolls her eyes as she sits back down on the floor with her legs crossed. As she continued to pout you pull out some lube that was brand new and sealed. You quirk your brow as you read the flavor of the lube, popcorn… interesting.

"Common Nobara this isn’t bad at all! You don’t get laid enough so I think this could help you out." You tease.

"Ha Ha, very funny y/n" she stood up abruptly and started to walk away.

You furrow your brows as you turn to look at her. "Where are you going?" You ask

"I’m not intrested in this kind of stuff, you’ll probably use it well. Your man probably doesn’t satisfy you enough so have fun." She says throwing shade back. As she opens the door you see someone standing in the door way. Her jaw drops when she noticed it was Yuta.

Speak of the devil.

"Uh y/n … Yuta is here."

You quickly put everything back and kick the box on the floor behind you once you heard those words fall out her mouth. You had forgotten that he mentioned coming over today. You didn’t need him finding such things in your house, he’d get the wrong idea. You scramble to stand up with the glass of wine still in your hand. Taking a sip of your drink you run to the front door. To find him with a concerned look.

"You okay? You look pale." Yuta steps inside and holds your face to examine it.

You kindly put his hands down and assure him you’re fine. Your friend on the other hand had already made her escape. Seems like she didn’t want to be apart of what might happen in he finds the box.

Shutting the door behind him you watch him make his way to your couch. Maybe he would ignore the box. You had it closed so he wouldn’t open it right? He tends to respect your privacy after all.

You stood by the door watching him anxiously walk past the box. He took a seat and turned his attention to the tv that had drama playing. You sigh in relief seeing he had no interest in the box.

"You want some wine? Nobara didn’t even take a sip out of hers, it would be a waste." You say heading towards him.

"Yea I’ll drink it but could you please bring me some cheese and crackers? You know I cant have wine without them." He asks you nicely as he sat up from the couch to take a whiff of the wine.

You make your way in the kitchen and start making him his plate. While you did that you could hear him shuffling around, most likely getting comfortable. You couldn’t help but look over him a few times as you were occupied. Eventually you got fully focused on cutting the slices perfectly that you forgot to check on him. While cutting last bit of cheese you decide to look up but when you did the knife in your hand drops. Yuta was sitting on the couch with the box in his hands wide open.

He looked at you and the box back to back until he decided to place the box down to approach you. He had a concerned look on his face as he grabbed your hands.

"Am I not enough? You could told me this, no need to resort to that kind of stuff." He says with a sad tone.

You couldn’t help but stare blankly at him.

"N-no! Yuta you have the wrong idea. Nobara came over to drop thoes off so me and her could test them out." You say panicked.

You watch as his jaw drop from disbelief. Of course you worded it wrong. "Her friend owns a company and they have these new products! He needs a review before he drop it. Of course we’re not going to test them out together! Apart because we’re not like that."

He drops your hand feeling at ease with your answer.

"I’m relieved but you’re going to use these on your own? I doubt you would know how to use them." Yuta said as he walked to the box and pulled out a rose toy. Turning it in different directions so he could get a good look at the weird contraption.

"I’m more than capable of figuring it out." You roll your eyes.

He stalks back towards you as he held a wand vibrator in his hands. Bringing it near him mouth to use it as a microphone. "Two reviews are better than one." Yuta says as in the "mic" .

Putting the wand down next to the cutting board he pulls out the rose, clearly being interested in that one the most. He lifted you up and sat you on the counter you down on the counter. Pulled your night gown up as he tried to figure out how to turn on the flower.

Grabbing it from his hand you slowly direct your finger towards the power button so he could see. Once you pressed it, it started to vibrate in your hands letting out a humming noise. He quickly grabbed it to feel the vibration in his hands. A small smile appeared on his face as he put it against his hand.

"This has power." He says as he felt how strong and fast it was. Bring his hand down he tried to put it against your privates but you stopped him by covering the area.

"You’re not going to wash it first?" You looked at him.

He quickly turned on the faucet that was next to you and washed it with soap and water. He came back immediately to not ruin the mood. He then brings up the toy to his mouth and begins to lick it.

You were in disbelief from his actions. He was licking it and swirling his tongue on it as he pulled your panties to the side. He then pressed it on you once he was satisfied with the wet coat he had just created it. You jolt at the sudden vibration it created. You bite your cheek as you grab into his shoulder for support. You never really used something like this because there was no need. Yuta managed to satisfy your needs easily so this was entirely new to you.

Yuta would gradually go fast and faster until you were at your climax but this toy got to the point. It didn’t take long before your legs are shaking and your grip on him tightened. You begged him to not press it up your bran to hard but he didn’t listen. Instead he studied your facial expressions and mocked you when you would open your mouth from pleasure. Asking if you like this better than him.

You would shake your head but he didn’t stop. He was clearly trying to teach you some sort of lesson but it wasn’t getting quite through. Not even ten minutes passed and you were orgasming in his hand.

"Five stars" he says as he walks away.

While you try to catch your breath you find him Infront of you once again. You were surprised he came back so quickly. He saw your struggle to get down so he helped you down with one hand. You lean onto him as you try to regain your composure but he gave you little to no time as he bent you over the counter and shoved something in you.

You gasp at the sudden familiar feeling of being full. It wasn’t as filling as you were used to taking but it still felt amazing Turning back at him you see Yuta with an intrigued look. He pulled out the object out of you and slammed it back inside. You let out a loud cry from pleasure. He then pulls it in and out in a steady pace as he watched you squirm. You beg him to slow down In between moans.

You try to grip onto the counter as he pounded you with the toy. Hitting the right spot over and over again.

"This mouth was so hungry for something huh? Look at her drooling all over this toy." Yuta says as your juices run down his hand. You close your eyes out of embarrassment. Your legs loosing the will to support you in the process. Yuta was quick to catch you before you could fall.

He ended up paying on the couch While resting your body on his chest. You relaxed in his embrace until you felt the toy go back inside you. You look up at him with an annoyed look.

"What? We need to rate this toy. Won’t be possible until you finish." He kisses your head as continued were he left off. You grip his shirt as he started slamming the silicone toy in you. Body jolting everytime he dug it deep inside your body. Was he really planning on testing everything out on you? There was no way anyone could go through such a box. That’s at least twenty five orgasms in one go.

Another orgasm rippled through your body. You moan out his name as you grab his arm that was helping move the toy in and out of you.

"Seven, took you way too long to orgasm. Even I can do it in less time, it got the job done though. 3 stars."

"No more" you croak out in desperation.

"Why not? We just got started." Yuta sits you on you couch.

You pull your dress down with a flushed face.

"I can do the rest in my own with my own pace. Plus these toys are usually meant for self pleasure. It wouldn’t be fair to rate them together." You say hoping that wound stop him from continuing.

"Oh" he says "then masturbate with them."he says.

"I will, eventually." You say as you grab the toy Yuta was using as a microphone not too long ago.

"Do it right now, Infront of me." He tilts his head.

You look at him shocked.

"I couldn’t possibl-"

He grabs your hand with the toy and pushes it down there. You swallow hard as he looked into your eyes.

"I won’t touch you. I won’t bother you." He smiles as he sits on the couch opposite from you. "I’ll just sit here."

You bite your lip as he tells you to go on. You have no choice but to listen. Pulling your panties down you put your legs on the couch. Spreading them apart until he had a full view of everything. You watch as his hands roam on his pants. Caressing his member that rested under those pants.

Closing your eyes you turn on the device and put it on your bud. You let out a shameful moan out immediately because you were already so sensitive. You rubbed it up and down your area. Hips rolling back and forward from pleasure.

It felt so good but something was missing. You couldn’t think of what it could be. Maybe more of a stronger vibration? A faster speed? A better shape? Or maybe it was the man Infront of you.

You let out whimpers as you open your eyes too look at him. He was sitting down watching you pleasure yourself from afar. Eyes not looking away from you even for a second. You couldn’t help but wish for him to touch you and to do more.

"Yut-a" you flutter your eyes at him.

He tried his best not to respond since he said he wasn’t going to bother you but the look you were giving him made him turn on his words.

"Yes baby?" He asks.

"I want you to do it form me." You say.

Yutas leg jolted from excitement but he knew he shouldn’t. Still he stood up and approached you. Sitting on the floor right in front of you.

"Common baby you can do it." He says moving your hand a bit lower so you could get a better position on it. The small movement made a huge difference. You were now squirming like crazy. Legs twitching uncontrollably. All that came out your mouth now was your moaning and small profanity’s. Yutas name coming out time by time which he loved.

"Such a good girl, come for me no?"

He said as he kissed your thighs up and down, trying not to intervene too much. You cry out his name once more as you came. Body completely shutting down on you. Yuta was quick to move the toy out the way and bury his face in between your legs.

"Y-Yuta!?" You squeal

You tried to push him away but he was not moving until he decided he was. He ended up eating you out until he left you clean.

"Sorry I couldn’t help myself."

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satubby · 24 hours

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•Daddy's girl Second part•

[See your face smile once again]

Here is the part before this (Maybe it doesn't even make sense but god, it was 2020, we still barely knew about Kenjaku)

♡ >>> 《☆》 <<< ♡

He hears through the gloom, the crunch of bones and the sound of the city… or maybe it was his hallucination?

Satoru feels like he is in a deep ocean, drowning... Darkness surrounds him, like deep waters that drag him out of his consciousness or perhaps drown him, he no longer knows anything and he doesn't want to keep thinking about it.

Death, the feeling of loneliness that has always accompanied him... even after Suguru Geto left him alone, you had never left him, you were his daughter and yet he ignored you until it was too late to realize. The only thing that made him feel happy, the only human that saw him as Satoru and not the strong cursed sorcerer that was the imbalance in this world of witchcraft. YOU WERE his daughter... but you couldn't be with him anymore, because you were dead and before that your relationship with him was distant.

He remembers that by the time he realized how much you had distanced yourself from him, his feelings no longer mattered to you, just as he once never cared about yours... By then you were an abandoned and alone girl, surrounded by death and a father who left her to not face his fears and blinded by the pain of losing a friendship.

So although he will try his best to repair it, you no longer wanted to know anything about him even when you lived in the same house, you didn't even give him a look or a word. Maybe that's why he tried to be a better father than when he was young and stupid.

You could call it a good thing, it's kind of cute, right? But for someone broken like you, their love was false and although Satoru could see that you really wanted to accept it, in the end the pride of both of you and your injuries prevented you from getting closer. He regrets having left you alone, when you barely knew about the world, and he left you in the hands of others, fearing that when you saw him you would ask for Suguru. That you complained to him for killing his own friend who was like your uncle.

It was stupid if he's honest, looking at current things...he shouldn't have pushed you away believing you'd be better off if he didn't confront you and instead showered you with material things. Satoru did not know how to really love and now that he was lying on the ground, smiling and trusting his students... He realizes again that despite the pride of both of them, you continued to love him as your father, moments before your death how you smiled at him by hugging him and dragging yourself towards him in your last minutes alive.

It may sound selfish on his part, but he really wishes he had said 'I love you' to you even though you were mad at him for leaving you alone, for yelling at you in his teenage and young adult days, at you, his precious little sunshine.

For once he wants to be selfish, he really does, just this once... Damn!! His heart has begun to stop beating, his half is split in two, he laughs coughing up black blood... This fight may be a loss but he smiles knowing that maybe it's karma for leaving you to your fate, saving so many lives but at the expense of yours and his, which if you think about it, wasn't worth it that much.

At this thought, something new crossed his mind: Your beautiful face had not left his memories. Your expression before being hugged by him... His beautiful baby, moments before he died.

He remembers every detail of you and when you played in the bathtub with the rubber ducks, you and Suguru smiling at him, but now those are just memories, of when you both lived and how Shoko used to hit him for heating the powdered milk too much. He misses his friends, you more than anyone...

Satoru wonders, would it have been different if he hadn't left you alone and stayed by your side? He regrets having pushed you away, that you should have made your decisions in the face of his emotional abandonment and all because he was still mourning Geto, forgetting about your existence, longing and lonely like him.

"Tired" was his only answer to that simple question. That's the obvious. Look at his current state... Time, time, Sukuna looks at him, whispers words that he honestly no longer cared about and didn't listen to... his time in this place is over.

"I'm sorry my dear students... I'm sorry my mochi" And although he became a wandering being of revenge until he ran into Sukuna in Megumi's body after having killed the elders, he finally found the peace he was looking for so much. Only the king of curses can kill him now that he himself has become the thing he most swears to purge.

Then Satoru stops breathing, being 'exorcised' and so he lets himself sink into the sea of blissful death.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

The abyss became deeper, his soul fell slowly, Satoru stopped feeling little by little and the only thing he thought while he felt currents of darkness passing through him... was that lullaby.

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please, don't take my sunshine away

The letters came and went, in the distance as if the water swallowed them, the former special sorcerer felt numb floating in nothingness, only the light of something peeking in the mist of the dark sea

The other night, dear, as I laid sleepingI dreamed I held you in my arms

When I awoke, dear, I was mistakenSo I hung my head and cried

Then he understood that that voice is his, Satoru smiles inwardly, that lullaby which he sang to you when you were distressed, to apologize for leaving you alone on dark nights.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please, don't take my sunshine away

And before the last syllable of the song, he felt hands grab his face, giving him a hug, Satoru cried in silence when he saw you there, his little sun and his beloved mochi—His abandoned baby...

"Come back, dad... Do it right this time, I'll forgive you for everything!" Your voice sounded in his mind as your soul enveloped him and you walked away, letting him fall into the abyss. And like a shock of reality, Satoru opened his eyes standing in front of the bathroom, on the other side you could hear tears and sobs, it was you, well you seemed younger.

He was surprised to see himself alive and— Younger, he looked like he was in his 20's and that meant that you were 4 years old. He was happy, but then memories ran through his mind, hitting him with headaches.

Moments before you had come home from school with your babysitter, you had shown him a drawing you made for him but he ignored you, saying he was busy and you complained to him crying because he also forgot your dance recital... Which leads to why you are locked in the bathroom.

Trembling, he approaches the lock opening the door, you were curled up with swollen eyes full of tears, uncomfortable, the albino approached you, crouching down and being clumsy when hugging you.

"Shh! Ota-chan is sorry for yelling at you earlier my little one, I was stressed and I shouldn't have said those things to you, will you forgive your fool Ota-chan?" Your eyes looked at him and despite your tears, you hugged him, of course you were still that lonely and vulnerable girl who begged for his attention.

"...Ota-chan is a fool, you left (Y/N) alone at the recital, it hurt a lot" You complained looking at him with a pout, Satoru hugged you getting up with you and kissing your cheek, this time you would have ALL of his attention.

"Ota-chan I'm sorry my baby, I promise that even if I'm busy, I'll come see you and we can go for a walk... What do you want me to do to make it up to you hmm?"

His voice softens as he speaks to you, he no longer dares to be harsh with you, after everything that will happen in the future, at least if he can't stop it, he will protect you.

"Are you seriously going to make it up to (Y/N)? W-well if you don't mind, (Y/n) wants to go to the park" You didn't even turn to look at him which he understood, after years of ignoring you and emotionally abusing you in cold ways, he understood your fear.

"Then it will be Tokyo Disneyland! But for that we must bathe you, and we will clean that beautiful face, it seems that you have a duck's mouth for eyes hahaha" Satoru mocked, playing with you and pulling on your baby cheeks.

"Ota-chan, don't make fun of (Y/N)'s beautiful eyes! You were guilty!" You sulked, grabbing his hair and pulling it, then you laughed when you saw his pained faces, but he didn't even say anything to you, you're still a girl, he must be a better dad for you.

♡ >>> 《☆》 <<< ♡

For the next few days he pampered and loved you, when before he would forget to go to your school projects with Nanami or Shoko going in his place, now he never missed even if he had to threaten the higher ups letting them know that their old asses were still alive because that's how he wanted it, if he killed them like he did before, it would bring a lot of chaos and the truth is he doesn't want to do so much paperwork and much less stay away from you.

He also made sure to spend hours playing with you, showering you or having bubble battles and even inviting Megumi over (well technically Megumi lived with you even though she spent time studying) He also bought you a polaroid camera, it seemed like you loved taking photos.

Little by little Satoru saw his relationship with you blossom and you opened up little by little, coming to love him as he loves you. He thought they would be happy until— What was supposed to happen happened, Yuta and all the events that came after he came under his tutelage.

Due to the many problems that his old friend caused him, Satoru did not want to see the scene where he had to kill him again, he did not want to and he even stood watching it. Geto smiled at him, saying that he sure looked pathetic, that he understood the path he took but that Satoru shouldn't feel guilty.

That night he came home reliving his memories and emotions, even though it has already happened twice he can't get over it, but unlike the past (future?) you were there hugging him, you were a very smart girl and you didn't ask anything, just hugging him.

"It hurts a lot right, Ota-chan? (Y/N) won't ask questions, she's there for you" Satoru smiled and cried, only you could comfort him, he clung to you and whispered a lot of 'I love you my baby', not this time he hid his pain under happiness and you simply decided to play to take care of him, but that simple game distracted him from his pain.

"Tonight, you will be a patient and (Y/N) the doctor!!" You laughed as you spent the entire night playing with him until you fell asleep. When he took you to the bed, he smiled softly, kissing your forehead and letting you sleep, little did you both know that your pure love would turn crazy and passionate.

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It was your 8th birthday, Satoru had made sure to give you the best party and although you had video calls with your acquaintances and his to congratulate you, something very deep inside him that had been brewing since he went back in time and killed his friend again, somewhat selfish and paranoid. Maybe that's why you didn't have many friends, only Megumi and those from the jujutsu technical school, maybe he was VERY selfish by monopolizing your time.

But Satoru loved having you close and his many past/future regrets made him act like this. For 4 years he has been isolating you, you no longer go to school and you have private tutors, he fears that you want to leave like in the past, that others will monopolize your time when you could well do it with him. What if it was excessive? He was, but he didn't care about other people's opinions and even if his coworkers and friends told him that it was bad to isolate you, Satoru only made them less worried, you were fine like that.

Not for nothing has he killed and sacrificed anyone who interfered with his plans with you, the elderly were the first and those who bothered you followed them, he has already lost count of how many he killed, many times you almost died and that is why he preferred to lock you up, and you as a malleable girl (as hateful as it may sound, he just thinks you're very sweet and innocent) You think this is normal, it's just your precious daddy taking care of you.

"Ota-chan!! I've grown up, I'm 14 cm taller than the table!" You laughed raising your arms, Satoru smiled hugging you and lifting you into his arms. Yes, you definitely don't need to leave the house with anyone other than him, your precious golden cage where no one can touch you, much less take you away from him, will no longer allow you to die at the hands of others or be used against him.

"Tsk, Tsk! My little baby is growing, do you want to catch up with your Ota-chan? First drink milk so you can reach me! My dwarfy!" His lips went to your belly and tickled you, left behind was that girl who was abandoned and resentful of him, but who waited until the end, loving him in silence.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please, don't take my sunshine away

The other night, dear, as I laid sleepingI dreamed I held you in my arms

When I awoke, dear, I was mistakenSo I hung my head and cried

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please, don't take my sunshine away

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(NF) Hey lovely, I saw that you want requests. Could I request a iida x fem!reader fluff? I even have a prompt! You know how in MHA it’s winter break and everyone is bored at the dorms? Someone gets the idea to throw a whole fake wedding and invite all first years/the whole student body. The girls of 1A vote the bride and the guys vote the groom and reader is the bride and iida is the groom, which is good because they secretly like each other, y’know the drill. Iida and reader do the ceremony with vows and the rings and the kiss and all that. Also, there’s lots of cake and a huge party at the end with fireworks!!

That’s the cutest shi I’ve ever cooked up and I want someone talented to write it. If you could tag me to, that’d be awesome!

Love, psi kid 🎀

OHHHHHH MY GOD I FUCKING LIVE FOR THIS, this is seriously so cute. God, why can't I think of these ideas by myself??

꧁★𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝟏-𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆★꧂ — afab

Snow falls gently outside, the world a picturesque white. The students of class 1-A lounge around, boredom plastered on their faces. It's a snow day, just great.

Ochaco twirls a strand of hair and glances at her friends. Even the lively Kirishima looks lethargic on the couch. Denki was about to sink into the floor if he couldn't find a way to annoy his fellow comrades.

Then, an idea sparked.

Ochaco's eyes spark with a twinkle and her lips curled into an intriguing smirk. "We need to do something fun, how about a fake wedding?"

The class exchanges intrigued looks, murmuring amongst themselves. Mina's eyes spark in excitement at the idea. "Yeah! We can vote and groom for our class. It'll be totally adorable!" She squealed.

Everyone nods in agreement as chatter bursts across the common space for today's event.

The entire Class 1-A along with various first years assemble outside, enveloped by the festive atmosphere. Electricity fills the air as the class has been sectioned into two groups to help figure out who will be the bride and the groom.

And out of the corner of your eye, you noticed IIda standing awkwardly in the midst of all this, glancing quick looks at you with a light blush. You couldn't help but chuckle to yourself and your friends at the act.

Later into the evening, the room now transformed with makeshift decorations and fairy lights strung everywhere (you can thank Momo for that). The class sat excitedly as Ochaco and Tsuyu held envelopes, ready to announce the lovely couple in waiting.

Standing at the improvised altar (standing on top of a table), they spoke with a grin.

"The results are in! The bride-to-be is... Y/n!"

The class erupts in cheers as you sit in shock of the results, slowing picking yourself off your feet, you stand in front of the "altar," as your face flushes in excitement. Tsuyu then spoke:

"And the groom-to-be is...Iida!"

Iida goes stiff, and his face turns crimson. The boys laugh and nudge him forward. Standing from his feet, he nears himself towards you and bows politely. You send him a wink of encouragement before whispering, "don't be so nervous. I bet you'd make a great husband."

Iida smirks at your words before whispering back, "and I know you'd make a wonderful wife."

As so, a makeshift ceremony begins!

Iida and you stand at the altar with hands intertwined. Wedding dress and suit on (thanking Momo once more!), looking like a match made out of heaven. Everyone watches eagerly as the both of you stand awkwardly, awaiting each other's vows.

"Don't chicken out, four-eyes," Bakugo chuckled. Iida side-eyed the blonde before clearing his throat and pushing up his glasses. "Y/n, ever since the first day we met. I knew you were a woman who I could spend the rest of my days with. You're kind, smart, beautifully-spirited, and one of the best teammates I could see fighting with me to the death..."

The class is swooned by Iida's words, you couldn't help but stand there in shock at the blatant confession thrown in your face.

"Y/n, I vow to always support and protect you...in sickness and in health...even in this mock wedding."

The class erupts in cheers as they hear Iida's beautiful poetic vows.

You chuckle, softening the moment once more.

"Iida, you're someone who I trust and care for deeply, you are a pinnacle in everyone's life and without you, I would be nothing. Your presence keeps me motivated and ready to take on whatever is ahead of me...because that's what you are and I deeply admire you for that."

"You're smart, you're hardworking, and super handsome..."

Iida quickly reddened at your words, your voice sounding like music to his ears. Oh, how he wished this was real.

"And I vow to always support and protect you...in sickness and in health...even in this mock wedding, or out of it."

As you finish, the class erupts in laughter as Iida and Reader exchange playful glances. Holding out your paper-made rings, you change and slide them onto each other's fingers. Ochaco and Tsuyu, beaming with joy, declare them fake husband and fake wife.

"You may now, fake-kiss the bride!"

You'd begin to go in for a simple kiss on the cheek, but suddenly Iida grabs a soft hold of your waist and scoops you down. Planting a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth.

A respectful man, we love!

Claps were heard around the room, but the moment between the two of you felt as if no one was there and the room was fading into black. As if nothing mattered but the to of you.

Mina teasingly claps before yelling, "I now pronounce you fake husband and fake wife! You may now fake-party!" The room transforms into a lively celebration, with music playing and students dancing joyfully.

Iida and Reader sneak glances at each other, their fake smiles turning into genuine ones. Photos and videos were taken throughout the night of the heartwarming moment between the class.

And as the night grew young, and the slow subsides. The both of you stand outside and look at the breathtaking array of stars that light up the night sky. Your hand tangled into his, as your head fell softly against Iida's broad shoulder.

Iida couldn't help but play with his makeshift ring, smiling to himself about what the future holds, and how he wanted this future to be a potential reality. Your head suddenly moves from his shoulder, which earns a soft hum from Iida.

You look at him with a light blush as you speak, "this was amazing... thank you, Iida." You spoke softly with a warm smile. "No thank you, Y/n, this night wouldn't have been the same without you."

You hum in response before placing your head back on his shoulder.

You share a quiet, perfect moment as the stars illuminate your faces as a "newlywed couple." Only for the moment to be laughed upon in the future, when your real wedding comes to fruition.

When someone who gives me a tenya rec tells me to jump, I'm gonna JUMP!!!!

— 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓁𝓎𝒾𝒾𝒹𝒶 ❤︎︎

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sojumamii · 7 hours

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˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧always a brat ˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧

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summary: no matter how hard he tries megumi is always a spoiled brat that hates to share, especially when it's you he's sharing.

tags: megumi x fem/afab! reader, childhood friends to lovers, slight slight angst mostly cute fluff, flustered pining megumi, jealousy (cute), dad gojo, nanami is so cool (derogatory) this is me wanting cute megumi content bc i miss him too much. Honestly I gave a huge backstory about you and megumi's childhood LMAO enjoy

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It wasn't so long ago that a neurotic white haired lanky man showed up at your doorstep, alongside a bored, odd-haired child to explain curses, and the art of jujutsu sorcery.Yadayada some bad people were looking for you because you have a powerful gift yadayada Gojo can help nurture your talents and keep you from being caught by those bad people because he's a big strong guy who supposedly ruined the world (idk the freak kept yapping for so long) yadayada you may or may not die but you'll be helping people, and not have to be around mean family members who think you're weird for seeing scary monsters they don't believe are real. (showed them)

The whole time this child-highjacker was talking you couldn't help but stare at the young boy about your age hiding behind him, not really out of fear but of disinterest, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

Gojo catching on concluded his speech and gestured towards Megumi,"Ah! This little handsome punk right here is Megumi Fushiguro another cute stray i've taken under my wing! You're probably about the same age, first grader? Sooo! I'm sure you're gonna be best friends in no time!" he yelled animatedly, smile wide and mischievous.

Megumi scoffed in response, turning and walking away to a nearby car. You gasped at how so blatantly rude he was to your face, your face painted with obvious irritation. At your reaction Gojo chuckled and reached down to ruffle your (h/c) hair presenting you with a thumbs up.

"Don't mind him, I've come learn he's naturally moody, like is that kid really six years old,..but i'm sure he'll come around...I mean he really has no choice as you two will be a team from now on. Anyways! Let's get you two something to eat..y'like kikufuku?!" Shiny blue eyes peaked from round black sunglasses, you simply shrugged and walked with him to the car with your silly little backpack and your new future.

Growing up with Megumi was a slightly mixed bag, but instead of growing irritated of him, he fascinated you. Despite his more shadowy personality, you were rather fond of him right away,finding his hot temperament and need to be serious rather endearing and cute much to his open and endless dismay.

You wondered how this could be someone your age, as Megumi was much more composed than the supposed adult now taking care of you. He was indifferent to both you and Gojo, only ever interacting with his elder step-sister Tsumiki, who urged him to be kinder and more approachable especially since you two were in the same predicament. Megumi would scoff and tell her to leave him alone and that he didn't wanna make friends just because they're stuck together. You never took offense but it would annoy you that you had the decency to be kind but he wasn't discreet with his attitude.

"Right..like I know i'm the adult but it's kind shooting down my pride that this kid doesn't like me yet, i'm not above bribes..." Gojo had whispered to you after you secretly inquired about the other child, having a difficult time adjusting to your new living situation, the young boy's attitude towards you was not welcoming and though you did your best to leave him alone, you would still extend an arm out as gently as possible. Although, you were also not above checking Megumi's attitude which would result in some major clashes that would make Gojo fret over household repairs.

After walking you guys home from school Gojo would figure out what to feed you before training and homework, allowing you to snack as he stressfully lamented over what to feed the three of you. You're all seated at the table with your homework laid out, peckish from a long day of being an elementary aged child. Tsumiki sat primly in her chair sipping on a pink carton of strawberry milk, a staple in the gojo-fushiguro-(l/n) household. Excitedly you ask her if there were anymore boxes of the heavily worshipped beverages left.

She nodded sweetly, soft brown locks swaying,"Yeah (y/n) there's one more left with your name on it!"

You beam happily out of your seat, ready to grab your treat and announce to your guardian that more strawberry milk was to be added to the grocery list. Until...

You fall face first onto the firmness of the tatami mat and hear the rapid stomping of feet fleeing to the cabinet where your sacred treasure lay. Furious you look up at Megumi who was now indifferently drinking the last carton, that you had so openly claimed, a claim that was co-signed and notarized by Tsumiki. The absolute audacity of this bratty spoiled motherfu-

"Meg-" Tsumiki began to scold right before you exploded.

"You bitch!" you shrieked, you hear Tsumiki gasp at your profanity, but your anger was at boiling point with this broom haired kid. Megumi retained his look of indifference which furthered enraged you. Megumi expected you to get mad and yell at him but what he didn't expect was-

"OOF!" Megumi fell backwards roughly on the floor, as you tackled him, strawberry milk carton flying out of his hand, destination unknown. You're on him pulling as harshly as your tiny fists allow on his hair, he yells pushing you back but you're relentless!

"Calm down what's your deal you freak it's just strawberry milk!"

"You tripped me to get it you selfish brat! Even though you knew i wanted it!"

"You obviously didn't want it that bad! Should've been more alert!" he successfully gets you off of him, shoving you to the living room.

"Guys please!" You both ignore Tsumiki

"Ugh! You're such a whiny little bitch!" You lunge at him again with your fist ready,unbeknownst to you there's glowing flames of energy coursing through it,he narrowly evades it by moving his head. Making impact with the sofa, it splits in half, wooden floor below absolutely destroyed.

Megumi grunts in anger, his fist glowing as well ready to make impact with you, quickly you push him off and he blows a hole through the television and the wall behind it. Stubbornly you both make way to each other with powered filled fist ready to collide.

"ENOUGH! What's the matter you two!" Gojo catches both of your fists,pulling you two off the floor, holding the both of you in each hand, he angrily looks back and forth between you and the destroyed living room. "How did this happen! Why are you two trying rip each others' heads off and why is the living room a-oh?"

A lightbulb flickers over him," Well I'll be damned! You two finally managed to produce cursed energy,how exciting!" The older man hugs you both tightly, crushing your lungs.

"Too bad it took you guys trying to kill each other...which reminds me we need to have a little lesson on teamwork, and household construction you absolute demon children!" He gives a preview of your 3 hour long lecture by throwing you two into the hole you just punched in the floor.

After that incident you understood how someone so deceptively calm like Megumi was to be a sorcerer, he was crazy, a an absolute psycho you'd say. Gojo's words from a previous time replay in your mind:

"You have to be a little crazy to handle being jujutsu sorcerer."

Through a lot of exposure therapy, Megumi eventually got used to your presence, and actually began to enjoy it, seeking it even. Once you were both a little older and still around each other, he figured he may as well get along with you. It's not that he didn't like you (anymore) or found you annoying (anymore) he realized he was just used to Tsumiki, and didn't care for any more than that and was surprising to himself very combative to any sort of change. But he was making the effort to fix that immature side of him and be more receptive and open to you and gojo.

Despite that, the more missions you two shadowed, the longer you lived together and went to school, the closer you became and the tighter your bond felt. You became an inseparable pair, hanging out outside of sorcery and schooling, in your rooms, sharing hobbies and tastes in music, constant laughter and smiles were consistently heard and shared between you two. Witnessed fondly by Tsumiki and Gojo who had their own little gossip circle over mochi and tea. Strawberry milk was no longer allowed in the household.

This unshakable bond was like concrete, no matter the circumstances, no matter how terrifying going out on missions became and the atrocities you experienced, you guys relied on each other, minds and hearts in perfect synergy the older you became. Getting to your first year of jujutsu tech was something you both couldn't believe finally came around, now almost 10 years later, and your relationship was still thriving! Yuji and Nobara blending in perfectly to your small shared circle!

But now one person has began to shake that bond and making Megumi's possessive bratty habits rear their ugly head.

It's making Megumi regret coming to this stupid sorcerer school with the stupid handsome suit wearing ex-salarymen sorcerers who have stupid sorcery knowledge and wisdom. Who are stupidly caring and kind with cute quirks like loving bread, fuckin loser (yet megumi hates red bell pepper)

This thought process was pissing him off, and so was the existence of a specific grade 1 sorcerer.

"Nanami is so strong! His ratio technique is so cool!"

"Nanami is helping me with my precision and aim! He's so kind!"

"Nanami is such a gentleman, he tucked me to sleep in the car on the way home from a mission! A sweet handsome guy like him must have no problem getting da-"

"Alright! I get it Nanami is so great and awesome! You know it's a little inappropriate to have a crush on your superiors!" Megumi grumbles as he slams his hand on the table,eyebrows raised at you. What's so great about a guy who wears a suit to exorcise curses? fuckin weirdo

Your eyes widen as a flush takes over your cheeks, "Gumi don't be mean! I don't have a crush on Nanami, I'm just saying how kind he is and how much i've learned from him!" your lips for a pout.

"Really? Then why is your face red? Why are your eyes sparkling when you talk about him?What's the point in calling him handsome if you're not crushing on him! You sound like a love sick school girl!" He bites back.

You raise your brows and cross your arms,"You know your bratty attitude wasn't cute when we were kids and it's definitely not cute now! So what if I admire my mentor or compliment his looks! Yuji's complimented my looks and I don't see you calling him a love sick school girl!"

Internally he's kicking himself, he doesn't understand why hearing about Nanami from you is making him react this way. It feels like someone else is piloting his brain right now (or maybe his six year old self) especially when he utters his next words,"Maybe you should start hanging out with Nanami since he's so cool and special!"

"'You like me or something huh? Can't stand me looking at someone else!"You stand up, fists on the table, you lean your body over to Megumi's side of the table, face to face your (e/c) eyes give him a heated glare.

Now it's Megumi's turn to flush red, breaking his neck to look away from your intimidatingly beautiful eyes, his heart snaps.

"Are you jealous Gumi? Is that it? You want me to look at you only?" You inch closer, calling him out on his bluff.

'WHAT! Oh god.. no no no, awe shit...god damn it what am I thinking, beautiful eyes? I mean she does have beautiful eyes, and she's beauti- oh my god? She asked if I like her? I think that's what this is...heart pumping? Am I jealous of Nanami? Idiot. Why did I have to run my mouth like that? Since when do I lose my cool this bad nowadays?!" Megumi's thoughts race 100 miles per hour, body running hot from the interrogation.

"J-Jel-Jealous? What the hell would I have to be jealous of Nanami for!" His delicately pretty face twisted in confusion and irritation.

"I don't know gumi, how about you enlighten me" You smirk, cornering him like a feral possums, he's not getting this one unscathed.

He never really got into the specifics of his feelings for you, of course he liked you, or else he wouldn't stick around. You guys were so close it was honestly concerning to others and himself, you were his most treasured person (sacred one would say) He has been through major life experiences, and struggles with you, you grew up together. You had a domestic routine, a result of living together for years, even in the same house you guys slept in each other's rooms (and still do even though the dorms prohibit it) watched tv together, read together, cooked for each other, studied...went on outings... had matching rings ... matching sweaters.. and oh god is he already dating you?

That's not all, his shikigami adored you, you were there when he summoned his first ones, the divine dogs that he appropriately named shiro and kuro, and boy you were so excited to see them, the dogs took an instant liking to your adoration, and eventually you bonded with them they look out for you on missions. As a child that cemented for Megumi that you were someone he held dear and was 100% certain you had truly kind and pure heart if his shikigami were so trusting of you.

Same thing happened with his other shikigami; Nue would nuzzle into you despite his ever growing body whether it was after a successful mission or as soon as it was summoned for training, excited rust colored wings and a happy screech flocked your way. Gama and rabbit escape jumping on your shoulders in greeting or to rest.

When he lost Shiro and Orochi, you made him a pretty silver charm necklace with a snake and pretty white wolf, letting him mourn his fallen companions in the comfort of his bed as he sobbed heart wrenchingly in your arms and expressed his deep appreciation that you allowed him have something of them to carry with him

That memory is specifically one he holds so dearly, he remembers how much you reassured him that it was okay to mourn his shikigami and Yuji and that it wasn't his fault they died, and that this situation shouldn't make him jaded in making bonds with others; reality was that you guys were all still so young so to see one of you die was heartbreaking no matter how normal it was in your world.

looking back he feels that's when he began realizing his feelings ran deeper than initially imagined. It was instinct for him to protect you, comfort you and even just care for you in any way possible. Always making sure you were fed and hydrated, well rested, not overstrained, comforting you when missions you went on without him went awry, carrying you to bed when you fell asleep in the common room at the dormitory, or in the car on the way home.

If it was cold he made sure you had a sweater on before just in case or disregard his coldness by taking off his sweater and tenderly putting it on you (whilst grumbling and nagging for you to bring one, though Megumi would never admit so brazenly he loved seeing you in his clothes, that's his secret to keep.)

From across the way, Yuji and Nobara watch the spectacle going on at your table, it was very rare for you and Megumi to fight, you guys bickered for sure, you all did, but Megumi never lost his cool with you in those instances like he did with them. Usually if you fought it was over very serious things, like injuries on missions, mahoraga... the drawbacks of your technique on your body.. but never a serious argument on something so...stupid? Plus it wasn't in either of your introverted natures to display such a spectacle.

"What are those two screaming at each other about? I could've sworn I heard Fushiguro saying Nanamin's name a few times?" Yuji glances back at Nobara, his brown eyes curious as to what his favorite mentor had to do with your squabble, he takes a handful of fries while Nobara looks directly at her phone to take a photo, oblivious to her lack of fries.

"I'm thinking Fushiguro is jealous that his sweet little (y/n) has her eyes on someone else for once, but for him to throw a tantrum over a harmless crush on a mentor is a level of pathetic I never expected him to be on." Kugisaki stifles her laughter, brushing her auburn hair back, not so subtly eavesdropping on the argument.(not like she could help it, she's nosy plus you guys are hard to ignore right now)

"I could see why someone would for fall for Nanamin! He's a really a gentleman! Strong too! I'd feel threatened too if I was him. But doesn't he know (y/n) really likes him? They're super close like that" The pink haired boy states like it's a simple answer as any. Nobara rolls her eyes, annoyed at the men in her class.

"Fushiguro is emotionally constipated, he may not really understand that he has feelings for her because they've always been close, but because (y/n) is girl she's smarter and knows better! She's trying to get it out of him, twenty bucks says she gets him to confess by the end of today?" Nobara sticks her hand out to Yuji, he smiles a look for determination on his face as he shakes her hand.

"You're on! Twenty bucks says she gets him to confess here and now!" They both nod to seal their deal.

"What are you guys betting on?" A voice in their booth asks. The students squeak as Gojo makes his presence known, his face inquisitive and sly.

"That (y/n) is gonna get Fushiguro to confess his feelings! It's bound to happen!" Itadori explains.

Gojo sniffles at the response, sighing dramatically while putting a hand over his heart,collapsing wordlessly into the booth end face planting on the table, Yuji softly pats his teachers back for comfort,while Kugisaki rolls her eyes at the ridiculous scenes in front of her, she turns back to your table and gasps, phone falling out of her grip.

Gojo and Yuji immediately look up, jaws dropping in shock at the scene in front of them.

Megumi and you were standing away from your table,his hand on your waist, the other holding the side of your face as both your lips were gently pressed together, you on your tippy toes and arms around his neck. They witness the gentleness of the moment, both your eyes full of fondness,and affection as your lips separate. A pretty blush overtakes the atmosphere.

"Oh my babies! They're growing up too fast! One day they're destroying the house and trying to kill each other over strawberry milk then before you know it they're getting married!" Gojo babbles through escalating sobs, accepting the tissues Yuji's offered him and cries into said student's shoulders.

Nobara and Yuji share a questioning look on the qualifications of gojo being a parent and the nature of your childhood, Yuji comforts his sensei again,"Fushiguro and (y/n) are always gonna be your babies gojo! Honestly I'm j-just s-so I'm so proud of Fushiguro being so honest about his feeheeeliiiings" the pinked haired boy chokes through tears, wiping his runny nose on his uniform

Kugisaki looks at the two emotional men in disgust, opting to watch the romantic soap opera in front of her as a live studio audience member, smiling softly to herself, as though she wouldn't be as foolish as her sensei and friend to openly admit it, she was full of pride for you too! You'd been pining over Megumi for forever even though you weren't aware of it and you always described how you used to feel lonely until you met him and no matter what you guys go through you're always there-

"Those two are finally together I can't believe it!! I'm so happy!" the hazel eyed girl joins the huddle of Yuji and Gojo, tears flowing out her eyes. All of this goes ignored and unbeknownst to you and Megumi.

You smile brightly at the black haired boy, playing with the hairs behind his neck,"See Gumi, was that so hard to admit?" You tease him, he grunts, eyes squeezed shut in embarrassed annoyance.

He softly flicks your forehead, an old habit from middle school," Shut up... I didn't really know that's what that was...but now that you're mine, that means no more Nanami talk right? Or anyone that's not me for that matter.." pretty red flush stains his fair skin.

You giggle and kiss his cheek,"Hmmm I don't know Okkutsu is a reaaaaal cutie.." you pretend to ponder tilting your head in thought.

Megumi groans and kisses you again, more confident and stern,"You're an absolute pain."

"Don't worry Gumi you're my only and favorite one. I've always been yours silly." You wink, a pink blush dusting the both of you again. Megumi presses a chaste kiss, holding your hand and grabbing both your bags to get ready to leave for training after your longer than intended lunch, you're interrupted by a deep,polite voice.

"(y/l/n),Fushiguro, my apologies for bothering you both, I just wanted to quickly speak to Miss (y/l/n), here this is research I found on techniques similar to your own and information about its users.. I hope the information is helpful to you in your journey as a sorcerer." Nanami hands you a few books with various note tabs sticking out of them. You stare at it wide eyed, stunned and excited to learn more about your technique... and how much time and effort it took a busy man like Nanami to do...Seriously, what a gentleman...

You bow in appreciation,blush reappearing, "Thank you Nanami, I'm sure this will be very insightful!" the man smiles back and nods,"Of course, be sure to let me know what else you may want to know.That being said I've taken enough of your guys' time, goodbye for now."

Megumi scoffs, irritation palpable at his senior,"Tch. Whatever womanizer."He tugs at your hand and drags you away quickly to the exit and as far away from the dashing gentleman of a sorcerer. Damn...he's good.

As you're walking you smack his shoulder in reprimand,"gumi that was rude! you're always gonna be brag who does whatever he wants!" you're scolding him but it's in between giggles and the most loving soft gaze he's used to seeing in your eyes, now that he knows what it is, it makes him shy. He kisses your face as a distraction to your lecture (fat chance.)

And what could Megumi say, you make him crazy, he's always gonna be out his foot down for what's his. He silently kisses he back of your hand like a guilty puppy.

he'll apologize to nanami soon

Taken aback Nanami blinks in confusion,"Womanizer?" he repeats. Megumi's vengeful words replay in his mind, unable to figure out an explanation.

He looks back at Itadori's table when the sound of rambunctious laughter invades the dining hall, confused hazel eyes hidden behind his opaque lenses.

"Why are you laughing?"

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I hope you guys liked my first work on here!! This was written on a whim with no specific outline (explains the inconsequential lore dump as this is one shot or who knows!!) hope you guys love jealous and bratty Megumi. As calm and collected as he is I imagine when hes in love so many emotions come up he doesn't know how to define them or properly communicate them so he says the first thing his brain tells him even when he himself knows rationally its crazy to say or think.

#megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi fluff #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi x you #nanami is so cool #dad gojo #jujutsu kaisen imagines #megumi fushiguro imagine #strawberry milk is a religious figure #it was not water into wine

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heyhay13 · 1 day

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Lightning Round QnA!

We had over 250 questions in the form and we focused on ones that were very open to anyone in the cast. So specific detail questions got left out :(

Here's a lightning round of questions to answer for y'all and my ask box is open if you have more!

Rae/Heyhay Questions

What happened to Icarus's birds?? We know Rae said he'd take care of them, but with the birds being wacked and Icarus whole memory type thing, what would happen with that.

Sherb and I talked about this a bit and landed on the birds seeking out Rae and he builds an aviary for the strange new little friends following him around. I might even write a fic for it!

Heyhay how long did the scrapbook (shown at the end) take to be made?

I worked on it for nearly a month and a half between organizing with the artists and making it myself!

How did you come up with Vaeh's Name?

It's from Fenris' sister Nevaeh!

Will you continue to cosplay the characters after this?

Absolutely!

To Rae/Hayhay: what was your favorite memory to make in the Always Remember Book?

I think probably all of the wedding details. I loved talking with my friends to plan out the details and outfits SO MUCH and a lot of the poses are based on my own wedding photos!

Are there any plot lines that you wish you could have done or explored more in depth, but couldn't due to time?

We initially had some ideas for finding a few more Telchin temples, including Project Protetus. I really like building the temple/facilities so that would have been fun!!

How did lore planning/pre stream work?

We usually plan out rough ideas for a stream in dms and then meet 30 minutes before a stream to go over everything, dry run some things like flight paths, and do sound checks!

Out of all the characters on fable smp, which one do you think you could win in a fight against?

Ven lol

Will we see other versions of the fable characters in other smp's like Bound?

You might >:3

If your character didn’t ascend, what would they be the god of? And if they did ascend, were there any other domains they could have been the god of other than the domain they got?

Rae's took FOREVER to actually land on. I was really stuck on wanting something that felt more correct than Knowledge and we tossed around a lot of ideas until landing on Wonder.

How much of the relationship constellation was planned?

Literally only Raax and Ocie's original partners (Rust, Jerry, Shawn) were planned! The others came about naturally as the lore progressed.

Did Rae ever get better at baking/cooking?

YES! At least slightly-

How old is Rae in the time period that Rye made in Rae’s epilogue

Not an exact age for Rae, but his epilogue takes place when Vaeh is roughly 4-5 years old.

The first two seasons have “names” (endstone reset and skulk reset) but what would be season three’s?

I like to think it'd be called the "Last Reset"

What is your favourite kind of fanfictions written about your character? (Tropes/themes/etc)

I'm a massive sucker for Hurt/Comfort fics-

Clarification Questions

What was that one gold aura building near the temple of creation in S1?

It was a build from Sherb's hardcore world at that time!

Why did Rae remember Icarus? I thought everyone was supposed to forget but I might’ve misunderstood

Rae remembers Icarus as a child up until when Icarus' first death would have been! Isla would also remember Icarusa as a child as well.

Was the release me book from season one written by fable?

Yes!

What is Haley? She came back from the dead but no body ever said if Midas made her come back or if she was a god.

Midas brought her back, switching her and Fable's places so he would go back into Purgatory

Why couldn’t Haley see quixis’ changes from purgatory?(and fable)

There is no record of Quixis in the Akashic Records. This is also why Icarus is missing from the records in Rae's epilogue!

General Questions

Are you guys gonna do another smp where its everyone as the same cast?

Nope, not with this exact cast at this time, but we all are on a bunch of other smps you can check out! Mer, Bound, Siege, and more!

Is there a reason behind all of the seeds you use in Minecraft? Or is it just the first biome that pops up is the new setting for the season?

We actually look really hard for a good world seed that we like. For season 3, we really wanted a good spot that the tree could be near the ocean and this seed worked out great for that!

Will we be able to have a world file of S3?

YES - it's coming soon!

#fablesmp #fablesmpqna #qna #rae morningstar

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lovebittenbyevans · 2 days

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Red Flag | One Shot

Summary: When everyone been telling you the good and bad things about Lewis, you decided not to listen.

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Female Reader

Warnings: one curse word, slight angst

Author note: it has been a while since I wrote about Lewis. Enjoy reading!

“Why are you with him?” Camilla asked you.

You rolled your eyes again for the second time today. Lately you have been getting asked that question a lot even though you know the people who love you mean well.

You take a sip of your drink. “Because Lewis treats me good and I am happy I found someone who makes me happy.”

Camilla looks a bit confused. “Good? So, you don’t have any bad intentions or you're just going to keep playing stupid.”

You let out a scoff while taking another sip of your drink. “What is that supposed to mean?” You were not planning to be pissed off today.

“For weeks there has been news about Lewis and his new girlfriend that is not you.” Ruby joined in the conversation. “And the fact that he doesn’t call you as often as you like.”

She spoke again. “And maybe got another girl pregnant.” You looked at your two friends who mean the world to you. You can’t believe the three of you are having this conversation right now.

An arm was placed around your waist just before you could speak. “Baby, are you doing ok?” You almost tense up when you realize Lewis right behind you.

You nod. “I am good.” Camilla and Ruby just shake their heads.

Lewis cleared his throat as you turned around to face him. “Your friends haven’t said a word to me all evening. Do they not like me or something?”

With a sigh, you took his hand and left the kitchen. “It’s not–” you paused for a minute before you continued. “They think you are cheating on me and got another girl pregnant.”

Lewis laid both his hands on his cheeks and faked surprise. “What? What kind of man they think I am.”

You shrugged. “They call you playboy for a reason.”

His expression displayed puzzlement. “You believe that? Y/N I didn’t think you were the type of woman to believe rumors so quickly.”

What the fuck?

Your eyebrow arched. “Excuse me? I don’t believe it unless it’s proof.” You take one last swig of your drink.

He nodded listening to you. “Babe, just enjoy the rest of the party.” You almost feel like he was brushing you off.

“No, I am going to get some fresh air and then call an Uber to pick me up.” You couldn’t deal with this tonight but you did notice something was off about him.

He gave you a kiss on the cheeks as you let out a scowl taking your jacket off the couch. You slung your jacket over your shoulder. “Let me know when you get home.” He says.

You glance at him for a second. “That depends if you are going to answer this time or are you going to have me on block like the last few times.” You walked towards the front door opening it and stepped outside feeling the cold breeze in the air.

Lewis never saw you be calm and sound pissed off at the same time. He just stood there staring at the door wondering how he could let you talk to him like that.

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x fem!reader #lewis hamilton x y/n #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 x female reader #formula one #formula one x reader #formula one x you

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yellowocaballero · 1 day

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Continuing the JJK posting: Gojo is such a mystifying character.

Action show where swinging out the gate you introduce a character who is so incredibly powerful you then have to, before every fight, establish why Gojo can't just show up and fix the problem in seconds. His existence weakens the stakes of everything. The rest of the show you are backflipping ridding yourself of him. He jobs two major bad guys off the gate and every subsequent extensive fight with them feels like cleaning up his leftovers. Put him in a box, he's ruining the game balance. So absolutely broken. As a writer it makes your job so difficult, but it's also the entire point of him. "Hey I want to write the single most badass character of all time who can do the most insane shit but I will also engage with that", rock on king.

I think he's most interesting when understood as somebody who is fundamentally alien and removed from ordinary human thought processes. In his world there is absolutely nothing he cannot do, and the thought 'maybe I can't do something' just doesn't occur to him. He is capable of doing whatever he wants and of killing anybody who tries to stop him from doing what he wants. If he is not doing something, it is because he does not want to do it. If he wants to do something (kill all of his superiors) and he's not doing it, it's because he doesn't think it's the most effective route towards what he has decided to do. I think this informs the majority of his actions (and, importantly, what he doesn't do)(murder). I think he's reasoned out that you should have a general reason to do things, and it feels like sheer luck that he places value and meaning in human life, and as such you shouldn't kill them without a strong reason. Watching the flashback arc, if I hadn't seen a) JJK and b) Naruto and you asked me which shitty teen became a law abiding school teacher and which became a mass murderer I would have guessed the wrong ones.

Anyway, the way I like to think of him, he's a raging narcissist with a god complex to match. Horrifically, he's actually a good teacher, but he is also a teacher as an ego/'raising my child army' thing. He would be the kind of mother who is a good mother but lowkey had kids also as an ego/unconditional love/lots of attention/'surely my child will worship me' thing. Gets randomly into new hobbies, obsesses over them, gorges himself on the novelty factor, before dropping them in a week once he gets too good at them. Rinse and repeat. The only hobby that does not eventually grow boring is annoying people, so it's his only hobby. Geto told him age 15 that he'll never have any friends if he keeps on casually reminding people that they live on his sufferance, so he developed another back-up hobby more conducive for friendship of helping people forget that they live on his sufferance. This has convinced him that he's a god of subterfuge, intrigue, and trickery. Does eat women out, but is convinced that this makes him God's gift to women, and is actually pretty terrible in bed because his partner's desires never even occur to him. Is convinced he's as good at sex as he is everything else. Sex is actually the one thing he's bad at, but he's not ready to hear that.

In S1 he overall left me with the general impression that his entire idea of how high school worked was sourced from anime, and as such decided that being a teacher involved nothing but field trips, sports games, beach episodes, sports festivals, etc. Did not know how the classroom component worked so he skips it. Jossed, but also left me convinced that it would be very funny if he was an immortal 150-whatever years old and had founded the high school himself out of, you guessed it, an ego thing, and never once properly learned how high schools worked and just arbitrarily made his own aging students the new principals so he could continue engaging in training the kids who are too Misfit (TM) to get apprenticeships and living his fun slice of life anime life and raising a child army of kids who will worship him any day now. Annnyyyy day now. Any day now.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #my posts #this makes it sound as if i hate him and think he's a terrible person #to be clear i think he's great and i just find characters most interesting when theyre terrible #watching the show i was just generally waiting for it to follow up on his established teenage homicidality #explain why and when he stopped being two thin hairs from murdering everyone he disliked #but they didn't so i have to suppose he's just chilled out a little #fic authors arent going far enough with him. i dont think his brain should resemble a human persons.#the 'i am above humanity' thing shouldn't be an angst thing it should be a factor of his psychology #thank you dora for stealth co-writing this post love you #might write the immortal thing might not. writing such a weird POV does sound fun to me though; id like to do it #itll either be very easy or very very hard #it feels like genuine straight-up luck that gojo's an active good guy. liike what.

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His daughter (sully family x reader) part 3

Days went on and soon months went on and the two teens continued to grow a stronger bond. Jake had tried multiple times to make something out of their friendship but all siblings denied it was anything more than that. Neytiri slightly knew that it was becoming more however..

“…and he walked me to our Maui…Ao’nung is sweet mama, he’s perfect..my best friend!”

Neytiri saw it, she saw the love begin to form in Y/n’s eyes and voice as she continued to speak about Ao’nung and their small walks around the island. Being in a new area of course had the parents on alert, but for once Neytiri allowed it. This would be the first person Y/n genuinely talked to since their move, she felt as a mother she should let her be free for once. Neytiri realized that it would all go by calmly if everyone just settled in and got comfortable with their ways…who was she to tell Y/n to deny the leaders son whom was attempting to show her more of his world and perspective? At least that’s the excuse she held in her head, and when Jake questioned their relationship..she stayed quiet.

Everyone knew. The group of teens even knew.

“Where you going Y/n-“

“With Ao’nung Neteyam!”

“Oh..okay!”

In between the pause was a smirk shared between him and Lo’ak, teasing Y/n about her relationship that was waiting to begin. Everyone got comfortable in their steering bond waiting to become more, even Tuk!

“Wait! Wait sister! Can I come?!”

Kiri quickly got up to pull Tuk with her and Tsireya, wanting it to just be Ao’nung and Y/n.

“no..sh!…stop it.”

There was whispered protesting to Tuk’s request from Kiri but Y/n would never deny her baby sister even if everyone wanted her to.

“Come on Tuk! We can find some gems!”

Tuk ran like never before allowing Ao’nung to pick her up onto his shoulders. To the rest of the teens who saw their back facing them…they looked absolutely perfect. They were walking in the sunset, and without looking at their face you’d think they were a beautiful family..

At first it must not be denied that Tonowari and Ronal were iffy about the relationship and they too had denied it being “something”. However with a smile that wide from Ao’nung every time he came home after spending time with her … how much more can you deny it?

Tonowari and Ronal especially grew to accept the relationship. They saw Y/n prosper in their world and environment. She was good at that, accepting Eywa’s world. The strict parents didn’t deny or forbid Ao’nung from continuing to fall in love with Y/n…because they felt the same. Y/n was good with the people and she loved them every part of someone’s culture even if it wasn’t hers.

So there Y/n was sitting at the shore laughing with Ao’nung about every aspect of their world. It was obvious to Y/n that Ao’nung had some troubling parts of him, far to unserious and she was fine with that because she also viewed him as responsible.

It should be noted that although Jake knows they aren’t the top tier family anymore, he still treats his family as they were to be. He expected even higher expectations from them since he knew all of the island had their eyes on them. Jake was even told things by villagers about his daughter…

“Yes! My family is loving your guys culture and the ways of water.”

The group of men laughed at him.

“Yea we’re sure of that! Your daughter is settling in just fine with our future leaders! And so is your son! I’d say a little over friendly even!!”

Jake awkwardly laughed at this, trying to gloss over the fact that he just said that about his kids. Lo’ak had openly been getting friendly with Tsireya and that was fine because they were just kids it’d pass over…but Y/n? She could never do that. She was too gentle for that kind of position in this environment the clan would rip her apart since she wasn’t from there. Jake sat quietly next to the group of men who continued their conversation…he sat there brewing all these thoughts of Ao’nung and Y/n, they were just friends weren’t they?..

For the most part, Ao’nung was ok with her father not knowing because they were just “friends” at the moment. The group knew them as friends who had liked each other but they didn’t believe they’d admit it..until they did.

Y/n and Ao’nung happened to be doing chores together, trying to rush so that they’d have time for themselves. They were laughing in front of each other and suddenly they felt super close..close enough to kiss. And so Y/n did, she went for it and pulled Ao’nung forward. When they pulled away there was a moment of surprise from the both of them..

“Woah..”

“I’m sorry..I-i don’t know-“

Ao’nung interrupted her ramble before kissing her again and for the first time they finally embraced each other. They allowed what they denied for the longest to finally become true. Both of them went home with love and prosperity growing stronger within them.

The couple inevitably knew to keep their relationship underground, sure everyone speculated..but it’s nothing compared to actually being confirmed. The clan loved Y/n but it would all come down to their parents…most importantly Y/n’s parents…Their love would have to shamefully be kept a secret for the months to come..

But that secret was cut short…because what the teens had not known was that Jake had caught them when he passed by to drop off some supplies that Tonowari told him Ao’nung would need. It took everything in him to not stop them right then and there, he knew that he’d separate his daughter and Ao’nung for good if he just waited till she got home. And so it was tonight that Jake told Y/n that she should hang out less with Ao’nung because she clearly wasn’t doing the best in adapting to the island, it was a total lie considering what he said was the opposite. He said it though because he knew it’d bother Y/n and Jake believed she wouldn’t even argue against him this time…considering, she would be more concerned with her improvements…however she wasn’t. She knew her father’s ways and she tried to break out from his chain peacefully.

Jake was standing there furious and upset against the Maui, working on his weapon and cleaning them up.

“…you should see Ao’nung less. I’m requesting you to listen this once Y/n..they say you aren’t improving and you aren’t the best compared to everyone. It wasn’t like that at home with you Y/n.”

“This isn’t my home father-“

“It is now. You need to be careful with your words Y/n.”

Y/n sighed trying to go about it peacefully so that he would ease up on the idea of separating her and Ao’nung.

“…he’s just a friend sir-“

“Just a friend? Do you seriously think I don’t know what’s going on?”

“Of course not father, because there isn’t anything-“

“Y/n you spread another lie out that mouth and you aren’t seeing him anymore.”

The teen stood there, staring at him as he continued sharpening the blade. It was like he was scaring her heart with each sharpening, she had finally grew a real connection with someone and now Jake wanted to take that away. In that moment Y/n tried her best to hold the desperation in her voice low..

“…I’m sorry. I know that sometimes you think I lie and not be a good person. But…”

He continued sharpening harsher and ignoring her words

“I’m not lying. We’re just friends so…please don’t tell me that Ao’nung and I can’t speak.”

“I can say whatever I want to say to you Y/n! How could you?! You and Ao’nung are already seeing each other! I saw you two on the beach! I mean seriously keeping the biggest secret like that away from me?!”

Y/n gasped at the words coming out her father’s mouth and all she could do was let out a sob. He was ready to take whatever he wanted away from her…and he didn’t even care.

“Please. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I-I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I’m ungrateful and I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I wanted more..but please don’t forbid him from me…please.”

“Y/n! This conversation is over!”

Right then and there Y/n collapsed to the floor, crying and begging Jake to just look at her and feel an ounce of sympathy. If only Jake took a little bit of more time to realize the Y/n and Ao’nung were practically his own love story…except this time…it was someone who raised Y/n and whom she grew up to trust…that would ultimately betray her.

It hurts Neytiri to watch Y/n beg for more than just a book to live by, she was practically begging for love.

For that single moment Y/n heard ringing in her ears as she drained out everything just crying on the floor begging him.

“…Jake that’s enough.”

“Neytiri? Are you kidding me? She’s a little girl-“

“She’s your little girl yes, but to the world? She isn’t. In front of Eywa, she’s already growing up to be a women…allow her this Jake, Y/n can swear that they’ll remain friends during her training.”

The sigh Jake let out shower pure frustration at his wife’s needs..

“fine. Y/n I will allow you to be friends with Ao’nung but nothing more.”

Y/n looked up from her blurry hands, disparity and anger wash over her as she looks up to her father. An exhausted and emotional Y/n couldn’t no longer argue and instead shook her head to walk away.

She knew, he showed no signs of relenting no matter how much y/n argued, begged, or cried.

When it came down to who to comfort. For the first time, Neytiri chose Y/n. When her mothers skin touched her, she settled in it and fell asleep to the hand that was running through her hair.

In the early morning when everyone asleep but them, Neytiri decided to just ask the question. How was Y/n really..?

“My child is it true?”

“…is what true?..”

“That you want us to “let you go” as you say, that you feel almost “too tight”

“Yes, please. I want to at least breathe my own air. I love you mother but I cannot keep doing this to myself.”

Neytiri’s heart ached for the longest…she took a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. Y/n could see her mother struggling to understand or process the words Y/n has expressed, she couldn’t bare to be disappointed again.

“..you know im just tired of talking about it. im tired-“

“No. You can talk to Ao’nung Y/n please talk to him. Continue whatever relationship you have, but always remember that I’m here. Just don’t keep arguing with your father it tears my heart.”

“Ok…”

In the moment Y/n agreed happily but as they sat in the silence Y/n couldn’t help but get frustrated. She was upset that she agreed to not argue with her father anymore knowing it was something she could not keep. She was also upset that these arguments hurt her mother as well…

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Re: Lois in episode 2, I don’t think Clark ever *told* Lois that all the Kryptonians are dead???? And the only experience she’s ever had with opening Kryptonian portals was immediate invasion. And if she doesn’t know that there aren’t really any left *to* invade? Her fear seems incredibly reasonable for the information she has.

This version of Clark can not communicate to save his life. And I think a big part of why Lois is constantly putting her foot in her mouth is because she’s going off half the information at any given time.

They both mean well, but their character flaws are bumping against each other in REALLY interesting ways and I’m excited to see where it goes.

Yeah no exactly! Like, we, as viewers, have had months to pore over details and imagine all the therapyspeak-riddled hurt/comfort conversations Clark should have with his friends (*cough* my closing Clois conversation in 'Scoops!', for example), but in the actual show, IT'S ONLY BEEN THREE MONTHS SINCE THANKSGIVING AND EVERYONE IS SO CAUGHT UP IN OVERWHELMING SHIT THAT THEY BARELY HAVE TIME TO ARTICULATE THEIR OWN FEELINGS TO THEMSELVES, LET ALONE EACH OTHER. And also because Superman is such a big pop icon of course we as the viewers are more inclined to be like "Noooo Krypton's not eeeeevil! Clark, Lois, it's not eeeeeevil!"

And honestly--while I'm talking about Krypton--I've read enough Byrne and Bronze age comics where I'm in the space that I'm not completely opposed to a more messy and morally complex Krypton--I don't mind a Krypton that's as flawed as we are, and we're pretty fucking flawed! I feel like everyone's so inclined to view a problematic Krypton as like, "See! This writer is saying that Krypton had X, Y, Z problems, so this writer is arguing that it deserved to be blown up!" And it's like... no??? No one deserves to be blown up just because their society is flawed??? Have we not been paying attention to Superman, the "I do literally everything I can to protect Life regardless of how shitty and cruel it can be" superhero??? Do you not see Krypton's flaws as a natural exploration of sci-fi concepts because it's "a world of tomorrow?"

This is also why the YA House of El graphic novel duology is good, because it's basically two teens going, "Oh shit, Krypton's kind of Bene Gesserit'd itself into a corner--we got so caught up in creating a perfect society that we've actually created massive inequities" and it only makes them want to save their world more because they're made aware of how much they have to live for even outside the confines of societal expectations. Like--flaws in a person or in a society shouldn't instantly activate your "Kill it with fire" instincts--which I'm realizing probably has pretty heavy implications regarding the fact that Superman has heat vision--He can perceive and destroy in an instant, he can destroy through perception, but he makes the constant choice not to.

...this got off-track from your ask. Yeah I'm simultaneously looking forward to and bracing myself for the inevitable Clois drama this season.

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Prodigious!

Izzy is the reason all these kids are still alive btw just wanted to make sure we all know that

So Izzy is smart. He brings a laptop and cellphone to summer camp and uses big words. But thankfully he does not fall into the trap of 'smart kids' of western media; overly nerdy, completely socially inept, you get the idea. No, Izzy is more than that. His intelligence has a basis in something besides a trope; namely, computer science and engineering.

(Don't even get me started on Matt being the one to go into engineering when IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN IZZY)

From the moment the kids land in the Digital World, Izzy is curious about it. His crest is knowledge but I really think it should've been curiosity. He gets Tentomon to evolve by hacking his code. He comes up with some aliens conspiracy to explain why they're there and why there's things like phone booths on the beach.

Izzy is the problem solver of the group. In fact, without him, the other kids are just... Kinda lost. Izzy has the answers, and if he doesn't he'll at least know how to find them.

Even though he's younger than the others, being 10 when they're 11, they treat him as an equal. This is opposed to the other kid that's 10, Mimi, who is kind of coddled, and the two youngest, TK and Kari, who are literally the hope and light of the group.

Izzy is basically Tai's second-in-command, deferring to Tai's leadership while Tai takes his input very seriously. However, Izzy isn't much of a leader on his own.

He gets distracted by details. When Mimi finds him in the temple, he's so busy on his laptop that she gets upset and runs off into a maze. I would attribute this to him being younger, and as he gets older he does get better at applying his intelligence to a leadership role.

Most of the kids have an interesting family dynamic and Izzy is no different. It's revealed that he's adopted, that his birth parents died shortly after he was born and his adoptive parents were friends that took him in.

What I like about this reveal is that, of course, Izzy found this out on his own due to his curiosity. He overheard his parents discussing whether or not they should tell him, deciding not to because he's too young.

During the Odaiba raid, when the kids have a moment, Izzy gets to finally have the conversation. They admit that he's adopted and tell him what happened, and he says he already knows. He didn't want to bring it up himself because he thought he could just pretend like things were normal, like before he knew. But obviously it couldn't. This shows the price he pays for his curiosity, that sometimes knowing things isn't all fun times and computer jargon. It isn't helpful for Izzy to pretend to not know, to ignore what he knows. Instead it's better for him to apply what he knows to react appropriately, instead of hiding behind the easier mode of willful ignorance.

This also comes into play, though in a different way, during Izzy's confrontation with Vademon. Izzy gives away his curiosity (under extreme duress but still) and is basically empty of all character after that. He does a weird alphabet yoga meditation and willingly gives up his crest and tag, when earlier in the episode his curiosity was at a boiling point over it.

This causes Tentomon to de-digivolve to the baby stage; the only other partner Digimon to go back to this stage is Patamon. With the loss of his curiosity, Izzy has lost the core of his being and is no longer able to maintain Tentomon's existence.

Of course, he gets it back and everything is fine afterwords. This episode is very interesting when looking at how things work for the kids and their Digimon, why the crests are important, etc. But that's a post for another time.

Izzy is incredibly important to the team. Without him, I highly doubt they would've made it very far at all. He's able to look up Digimon on his laptop, kind of like a Digimon version of a Pokedex, when none of the currently present Digimon can give an explanation about who they're up against. But aside from his usefulness as the Smart Kid, it's noteworthy that he uses his intelligence to be helpful instead of lording it over everyone. And he is still a kid, albeit with an impressive vocabulary, so sometimes his curiosity gets him into trouble.

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we will be everything we say - Chapter 8/Epilogue

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Feyre Archeron has been best friends with Rhysand Sterling ever since she moved onto the same street when they were kids - the two became absolutely joined at the hip, with nothing able to come between them.

As they get older, life gets more complicated and things get harder. Not everything comes as naturally as it once did. People change, things happen, friends... drift.

But after drifting apart, maybe life can push them back together again, in time.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n: thank you all so much for coming with me on this journey. this fic has been my baby for a long while so it feels weird to have it fully out in the world, but i hope you've enjoyed! also, biggest shoutout to @climbthemountain2020 - the best beta reader a girl could ask for and without whom this fic wouldn't have been possible. <3

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Chapter 8/Epilogue: forever and always

Being with Rhys felt so easy – as natural as breathing. Since they had gotten together a bit over a year ago, life hadn’t always been smooth sailing and stress-free, but it was definitely easier to roll with the punches with him by Feyre’s side. She wouldn’t trade it for the world, though she was still always in a bit of disbelief as to just how loving and kind he was towards her. Every day with him felt like a gift she didn’t deserve but treasured all the same.

Since that night, things had definitely moved… fast, to say the least. With any other person, Feyre would have thought that moving in together after only two months would have been insanity. But, of course, it had simply been a natural next step with the amount of time she spent at Rhys’ place and vice versa. Besides, they’d already spent twenty years getting to know each other – it’s been overly drawn out if you ask me, Rhys would say whenever she asked him if he was sure about it all. Soon enough, she’d gotten settled into the roomy apartment in Velaris over in uptown Prythian, and it had quickly gone from his to theirs. The first few months of living there he couldn’t help but get giddy like a schoolboy every time she called it home. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel the same way, but he gushed about it to her every minute he could, and it made her laugh. It certainly made her stomach flutter every time he followed ‘my home’ up with ‘my girl’ and ‘my Feyre’, though.

They’d set aside a workspace in the apartment that the two of them shared – Rhys busy designing dresses and suits and outfits in between paperwork at his ever-cluttered desk, Feyre painting and drawing and bringing her visions to life right next to him. Her art career had been kicking off at a steady pace – she was being regularly featured in various gallery shows, alongside her online art store comprised of her more fun works bringing in a comfortable amount of sales. Rhys was succeeding all on his own merit as well, which didn’t surprise Feyre in the slightest considering all his ambition. Night Triumphant was becoming more and more reputable as a brand, beginning to have a handful of brick-and-mortar stores slowly but surely expanding across the country, meaning he was travelling more often for work. The two of them would collaborate sometimes as well, with Feyre making artworks that got printed on custom fabric and made into the most stunning garments, often for her to wear if Rhys had his way. It wasn’t uncommon for one of them to find the other watching them work before they were all over one another. If there was one thing the two of them couldn’t ever get enough of, it was each other. They managed to make it work and live comfortably pursuing their dreams, and Feyre couldn’t think of another time she’d been so happy in her life.

But right now, it was New Year’s Eve, and the two of them had each been busy with their own respective business – Rhys had been trying to fulfil the higher demand from people wanting a stunning outfit over the holidays, while Feyre had been dealing with her own higher volume of orders for the giving season. Balancing time with their friends and family, each other, and working had been difficult and they’d definitely had to set some of it on the backburner to make sure they met all their commitments. Late nights, long days and bone-deep exhaustion that only that lazy week between Christmas and New Years could allow them to recover from. Both of them had been too tired to do much of anything besides sleep and binge Netflix together, but at least they were together.

Tonight, they had decided they should go and see their friends for a few drinks to help ring in the new year, the two of them having gone a little bit stir crazy after a while.

“We don’t have to stay out all night, right?” Feyre called from their bedroom, rifling through the closet in nothing but underwear and a bra to try and find a nice but comfortable outfit for the night.

“Not unless you want to, darling. But you know I’m never opposed to sneaking out of anything early with you.” Rhys’ tone was playful as he came up behind her, arms wrapping around her bare waist before pressing a kiss to the delicate spot between neck and shoulder.

She turned her head to press a kiss to his temple with a smile before focusing back on her task. “True, but we have to actually get out of the door to do that in the first place. Now go get ready!”

With a playful swat to his hip he let her go, hands in the air in mock defense before grabbing some clothes of his own and retreating to the bathroom. The cheeky, Cheshire Cat grin never left his face the whole time she could see him, and it always made her heart do a little flip, beating in double time. Everything about Rhys always made her feel like a kid with a schoolyard crush in the best way – like she was able to tangibly grab that lost time she hadn’t had with him in her hands and make it real.

Feyre carefully picked through the closet before settling on something that definitely leaned more on the casual side of things, but still made her look and feel good. She grabbed a tight-fitting white crop top, paired with her favourite black tennis skirt and thick, fleece-lined pantyhose to keep her warm despite the winter chill. Cute but comfy – exactly what she was after. There was also the added benefit of that it would drive Rhys a little bit insane, which she always took an immense amount of joy in.

As if he’d heard her thoughts like a moth to a flame, he came back into the room as she stood in front of their full-length mirror and pulled her top on. Rhys looked drop-dead gorgeous in a tight fitting henley shirt and dark blue jeans that outlined the quickly developing bulge in his jeans deliciously. She couldn’t help but smirk, fussing with the shirt and fiddling with the necklace around her neck – the same one he’d given her the night they had gotten together. She hadn’t stopped wearing it since.

There was a hunger in Rhys’ eyes as he leaned against the doorframe of their bedroom, biting his lip slightly as he folded his arms and raked his eyes over her.

“You almost ready to go, honey? I just need to grab my sneakers and a cardigan.” She looked at him over her shoulder, a twinkle in her eye as she schooled her face into the most innocent expression she could manage. She knew exactly what he was thinking when he looked at her like that.

“Mm, I’m not sure. I feel like I might have forgotten to do something before we go,” he said, crooking two fingers at her to beckon her closer, the silver rings he always wore gleaming against his skin. “Do you know what that could be, Feyre?”

Feyre took deliberately smaller steps than normal, drawing out the tension between them as she stalked closer and closer before she could slide her arms around his neck. “Mm, no idea what you could mean. What I do know is that if we don’t leave soon, we’re gonna be late to meet everyone else at Rita’s.”

He didn’t hesitate to grab her ass, roughly kneading the flesh there as Rhys tilted his head down to brush his lips over hers. “Let them fucking wait.”

Before Feyre could even try to pretend to put up a protest, he pressed his lips needily to hers, hands sliding down to the backs of her thighs to hoist her up effortlessly. Her back hit the wall, groaning into his mouth as she could feel his hips pressing relentlessly against her own as her legs wrapped round his waist. She couldn’t help but roll her hips to try and drive him even wilder, eliciting a delicious little moan from him that was music to her ears.

“You really thought we’d be able to leave the house on time? When you’re wearing that? Making yourself look all pretty just for me, hm?” Rhys’ lips and teeth made headway down the column of her neck, nibbling and biting and sucking to leave a trail of hickeys for everyone to see.

She hummed with satisfaction, a smile playing on her lips. “I thought I’d- ah- make at least a little effort since it’s N-New Years and all, what can I say?” A harsher nip to the crook of her neck made her gasp, a hand knotting itself firmly in his hair to press him closer as if there was any gap between them in the first place.

Rhys moved a hand from under her thigh to slip between their bodies, under her shirt, under her bra, to greedily palm at her breast and pull and tweak at her hardened peaks. He pulled his mouth away from her neck to lock his gaze with hers, an intensity in them that he reserved just for her. The eye contact with him always made everything feel so much… more and she lived for it.

“You can say my name as I make you take every inch of my cock,” Rhys grinded his hips against hers roughly to punctuate his sentence, rock hard against the searing-hot wet spot that was quickly soaking through her panties and beginning to show on the stockings she was wearing. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you Feyre? Being my little whore, taking everything I give you?”

She couldn’t do anything but whine, nodding dumbly as she tried to rut against him, attempting to develop more friction between their bodies. He smiled almost mischievously, gently placing Feyre onto her feet for barely a second before they were both scrambling – Feyre to yank her stockings and panties to the floor before tossing them aside, Rhys to be rid of his belt and undo his jeans. The moment he was finished, Rhys grabbed her hips with a bruising force that sent heat spearing through her centre. Feyre almost jumped back into his arms as he pushed her back into the same position they’d left off at. Her mind and body were practically putty in his hands, nothing but sticky, syrupy thoughts of the pleasure she knew full well he was capable of providing her running through her mind.

“You’re such a good fucking girl,” He muttered lowly, moving a hand lower and lower over her abdomen until his fingers began to drift teasingly through the folds of her pussy. “All soaking wet already.”

Her face was buried in the crook of Rhys’ neck, a desperate whimper leaving her as she bit down into his golden-brown skin with need. Her hips canted against his hand, fingers occasionally slipping inside her with exceptional ease before they drew right back out again. He was deliberately trying to drive her mad and it was working far too well. “Baby, please please fuck me already, pl-please, I need you- need you to fill me, unh- up so bad.”

The ministrations his hand provided stilled, Feyre’s head firmly falling back against the wall before she met his gaze. Rhys’ pupils were blown wide, his cock twitching at her words against her inner thigh. “Need me to fill you up, huh?”

Feyre nodded at him with a groan.

“Need to feel me come inside you? Fuck it into you nice and hard, like a little slut?”

She groaned lewdly at that, fingernails digging into the back of his neck. “Yes, baby, plea-ase.”

Without warning or ceremony, he lined himself up and quickly pushed inside her with no resistance, twin moans spilling from their mouths in delectable harmony. The hand that had been fisted around his cock quickly moved up to her neck, gripping lightly as the firm planes of Rhys’ body and his rough thrusts pinned her harder up against the wall over and over. The lock her legs had around his waist loosened, one of them pushed right back up with his free hand to hit as deep as he could, her feet bobbing up and down with every snap and roll of their hips into one another.

Feyre caught a glimpse of the two of them in the full length mirror she’d been preening in on the other side of the room a little while ago and oh god, the sight made a moan warble from her throat helplessly.

“Gonna fuck you so full, Feyre,” A whiny little ‘uh huh’ escaped her with every sentence, every ounce of filth he slurred into her ears. “Gonna make sure my darling is filled to the fucking brim, god, you were made for me.”

Feyre’s mind just got more and more hazy as she felt her climax build with each roll of her hips, every stroke of Rhys’ cock inside her pressing against that one spot that made her lose any sense she had. She could hear him babbling about so perfect and babygirl and would look so good with my baby inside you one day – it made it near impossible for her to form words or sentences even if she tried.

“C-Come, Rhys, I’m gonna c-“ Feyre didn’t even get to finish her sentence before she was letting the most depraved, guttural sound she’d ever heard loose from her throat as her walls tightened like a vice around Rhys’ cock. He kept fucking her right through, the sensation so intense that a stray few tears fell from her eyes as she focused solely on the complete ecstasy enveloping her. She was distantly aware of Rhys coming apart not long after her, making good on his promise to fill her well – sweat slicked his forehead, his gaze solely locked onto where their bodies joined and the slight hints of his spend she could feel leaking out of her around him.

After a few moments spent in the haze of each other’s warmth and embrace, peppered with kisses and sweet words mumbled in each other’s ears, Rhys pulled out – though not before gathering up what mess had dripped out of her cunt and indulging in a few extra moments inside her to fuck it right back in with a low moan. He slowly lowered her onto her feet, her legs trembling like baby fawn, barely keeping her up with the most satisfied look on her face. She looked down just as Rhys got to his knees, grabbing her soaked panties from the floor where they’d been hastily discarded and gently starting to coax them back onto her feet and up her legs. The span of his hands over her legs was comforting, the caring and delicate touches slowly bringing her back to reality as he helped her back into her stockings.

“We have to hurry Feyre darling; we’re going to be awfully late.” Rhys quipped as he stood up in front of her. She simply rolled her eyes with a laugh, lightly swatting his chest.

“As if you’ve started caring about that now.” Feyre fiddled with his hair, trying to form it back into something presentable as he tucked himself back into his jeans and made himself presentable once more – though not without a visible bite mark on him to match her own.

“What kind of partner would I be if I left my beautiful girl all empty and needy? Sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the greater good, you know.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, stroking her hair gently before stepping away to grab his phone. “Go do what you need to feel ready – I’ll call the Uber.”

She could feel her cheeks warm a little, but she was grateful for the extra time – she knew that the minute the two of them walked into Rita’s everybody would know why they were late. It wasn’t exactly the first time this had happened. But she at least wanted to look a little less messy – that was something she saved just for Rhys, and that was exactly the way the two of them liked it.

Before long she’d fixed her hair, slipped on her shoes and her thick black cardigan and walked with Rhys into the crisp night air.

It was already a little past eight-thirty when the two of them arrived, their circle of friends spotting them the minute they rolled through the door. Cassian had his brows arched dramatically sitting at the end of the booth, staring at Rhys as he tapped at an imaginary watch on his wrist. Azriel simply shook his head thoroughly with a smirk, while Mor looked far too satisfied for her own good at the whole affair. Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie couldn’t care less as they were thoroughly engrossed in trying to rope Amren into their book club. The attempt didn’t seem to be working.

“Wooow guys, over half an hour late? Shame on you two for making all of us wait! You’re lucky we haven’t ordered food yet.” Cassian’s tone was exaggerated and playful, Feyre simply grinning at his antics as she and Rhys slid in next to him the booth they had all piled into.

“They say patience is a virtue, Cass. You could learn a thing or two! We’re just trying to impart good values.” Feyre retorted, trying and failing miserably to keep a serious look on her face at him.

His façade broke after that, Cassian slinging an arm over Feyre’s shoulder to pull her into a tight hug with a wide smile and a laugh.

“So, what kept you two sooo busy, hmm? Important business I imagine?” Mor drawled, finger twirling around the rim of her cocktail with a ruby red grin on her face. She knew full well what kept them waiting, but everybody knew she loved getting a rise out of her friends.

Rhys didn’t hesitate, more than eager to rib back. “Well, if you must know, I was busy fuc-“

A crumpled-up ball of napkins hit Rhys square in the face as Nesta levelled a glare at him across the table, iciness in her eyes. “I’m glad my baby sister is happy, but I swear to fucking god, I do not want to hear about what you two get up to behind closed doors.”

Rhys responded with a jokingly smug ‘suit yourself,’ before he turned his attentions back to Feyre and the others at the table, everybody ordering enough food and drinks to feed what felt like an army – most of it almost certainly being consumed by Azriel and Cassian. Before long, they’d all worked up a pleasant enough buzz and Mor had dragged Emerie onto the dancefloor despite her many protests. This, of course, led to a chain reaction – Emerie begged for Gwyn to help, which led to Gwyn recruiting Nesta, which meant Feyre got dragged up too because no way was she going to be caught dead on a club dancefloor without as many people she could rope in as possible.

Normally Rhys and Cassian would opt to join them, Azriel having always preferred watching from the sidelines and wading into things at his own pace and Amren never forced into anything she didn’t explicitly want to do, but tonight they were suspiciously glued to the table in hearty but hushed discussion that Feyre could barely make out over the music. She didn’t pay it too much mind – it was likely about Cassian and Nesta’s wedding since it was just in a few months’ time, or how they were going to rope their respective partners into some harebrained idea that they’d cooked up together. Ultimately, whatever it was, she knew it wasn’t something to worry about and just focused on having a good time feeling the music in her bones and the alcohol in her body.

The time flew by as the clock ticked a bit past ten-thirty, Feyre sat squarely in Rhys’ lap and felt the exertion of the day catching up with her. As much as Rhys tried to look like he wasn’t feeling the tiredness seep into his bones, she could see it in the sag of his shoulders and the slight droop of his eyelids – it was time to call it a night. Before long they’d said their goodbyes, kisses on cheeks and all too-tight hugs from everybody who’d come.

“Can’t believe you’re not staying out ‘til the New Year rolls in. I think you might be getting old, sport.” Amren punched Rhys in the arm with a laugh, having always been a party animal when she felt like it – she was usually going one-for-one right by Rhys’ side through each and every drink.

“Am, you’re literally the oldest one here, are you sure your bones aren’t turning into dust?”

With a hearty laugh and an eye roll so fierce they could practically hear it, Rhys and Feyre headed home. As much as she loved the company of everybody, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t excited to jump into her pyjamas and get comfy for the night. She stepped out of the Uber and back into their apartment building with a long yawn.

“Ready to wind down for the night, love?” Rhys stood behind her, arms wrapped around her waist to hold her close against him on the elevator ride up.

“Mmhm. Sometimes I forget how tired I am until it hits me all at once, y’know?” Her head rested gently against his neck, his chin resting in her hair. She always loved when he held her close like this – no matter where they were, it felt like safety. Like home.

The elevator dinged softly as it got to their floor, Rhys being ever the gentleman and insisting on unlocking the door and ushering her through into their apartment before him. Feyre did a little curtsey with her tennis skirt, possibly hiking the hem a little higher than she needed to. But that was neither here nor there.

“Why thank you, Mr. Sterling! And they say chivalry is dead.”

He chuckled lowly with a small bow at the waist toward her. “The pleasure is all mine, Miss St- I mean, Miss Archeron.” A flush crawled up his neck and onto his cheeks, only matched by the way her own face was almost equally as pink in turn. It wasn’t the first time he’d almost called her ‘Miss Sterling’, but it made her tummy do flips and tie into knots more and more every time. It had a certain ring to it that she more than appreciated.

Ever the one to commit to the bit, Rhys delicately took her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles as he met her gaze. Instead of letting her hand drop however, he used it to pull her in close and kiss her softly. “Go hop in the shower, darling. I’ll get a movie and some snacks set up for us, perhaps?”

A dreamy little sigh escaped her as she looked up at him, face as soft and kind as it had always been to her.

Her Rhys.

“You’re too sweet to me, you know.”

“Not sweet enough, if you ask me. Now get.” He gave Feyre’s backside a light swat to send her on her way, making her burst into a fit of giggles as she set out toward the bathroom.

She made sure to pick out her comfiest set of pyjamas and the fluffiest socks she owned, letting the water help ease the aches and weariness across her body. Especially her hips, but she didn’t really have any wiggle room to complain about that one. Feyre put her hair into a simple braid over her shoulder, softly padding out into the living room again as she wrapped a hair tie around the end of it, but she almost forgot what she was doing when she saw what had been set up in her absence.

It felt just like when they were kids.

Their couch, one of those fold-out futons for when there were one too many guests, had been pulled out and stacked with pillows and blankets galore, including the ones from their own bed. It almost looked like an impenetrable nest from where she was standing. The room was lit by only the glow of the widescreen TV and a few warm lamps throughout, with Howl’s Moving Castle already on the screen and paused for the two of them to begin at their leisure. In the middle of it all was Rhys, in his own pyjamas instead of just an old t-shirt for once, with two bowls nestled in his lap and both of their Steam Decks right next to him.

Exactly like when they were kids, but for who they were now.

The thought made Feyre’s heart beat in double-time – she’d never quite known what she did to deserve someone like Rhys, but she wasn’t going to start questioning it now. She climbed into the bed of blankets, making herself comfy as she struggled to wipe the incredulous look off her face. “What’s the occasion?”

“Just because we’re having a quieter New Year’s doesn’t mean we can’t still have a luxurious one. Besides, we’ve both been so tired lately – I figured we deserved a bit of a treat.” He held out a bowl to her, spoon sticking out of a thick bed of choc-mint ice cream. As she took it he scooted a bit closer, sides pressed together as he clicked ‘play’ on the movie and began to eat his own bowl of ice cream – boysenberry.

Some things truly never changed.

Feyre tried to press a firm kiss to his cheek, but he was quicker and turned his head to catch her lips with his own briefly. She simply smiled against his mouth before turning her attention to her own bowl, and not long after they’d both finished, to finding the most comfortable position for them both to play their games together. Eventually they settled on sitting up right next to one another, Feyre’s legs draped over the top of Rhys’ as they snuggled up under god-knows how many blankets.

As the TV was busy with Sophie Hatter’s journey up the palace steps to see the King’s witch, Rhys and Feyre were busy trying to water all their crops and save up for a better barn for their farm in Stardew Valley. Feyre had insisted that all their farm animals be named after foods, while Rhys had been much more hung up on making sure their crops were optimised for the maximum profit during the season. Maybe it was because he was a detail-oriented guy, maybe it was because Feyre kept spending all of their gold on decorating the farmhouse – who was to say? Either way, it was one of their favourite games to play together and tonight was no different. But they were in the middle of the Autumn season on a stormy day, when Feyre could feel Rhys’ gaze flicking between her and the game.

“Honey, you keep looking up at me and running into walls – everything okay over there?” She paused her game, setting her Steam Deck aside before doing the same with Rhys’.

“Yeah, I’m alright, I’m just – I got reminded of something, actually.”

“That’s awfully cryptic of you, haha.” She lifted a hand to brush his hair from his face, a few stray locks having fallen into his eyes, before resting her hand on his cheek. He leaned into her touch, eyes closing for a moment with a contented hum.

“Well, it’s something that I wanted to ask you before the new year and I have…” He grabbed his phone briefly, glancing at the time on the lockscreen. “…About eight-ish minutes left.”

“You sound pretty serious.”

“It is, heh, but probably not how you’re thinking. Close your eyes for a second.”

She did exactly as he asked, hands over her eyes, though Feyre was more than a bit puzzled. She knew by the furrow of her brow and the nervous laugh Rhys gave that she wasn’t on the same page as him quite yet and he knew it. The rustling of blankets and the shifting of Rhys beside her only added to the mystery.

“Okay, you can open them now.”

Feyre pulled her hands away from her face, a little confused as to what was different – she was looking straight out at the TV, unable to spot anything out of the ordinary, but she could feel Rhys’ stare locked onto her. Then he gently placed his hand on her leg over the thick down blanket, bringing her gaze down with it.

Right down to a pitch black, little velvet box.

Her hands shook a little bit as she reached out for it, looking between the box and Rhys over and over. Was this a fever dream? Was she imagining all of this? This felt far too good to be true.

But the feel of the smooth velvet in her fingertips assured her it was, as did the glittering ring it held inside. A deep purple amethyst, so deep it looked nearly black, sat in the middle of a delicately adorned silver band. It was shaped like a four-pointed star, with two smaller circular amethysts nestled on each side. A few other gems lay between and around them – knowing Rhys, they probably wouldn’t be anything less than diamonds – twinkling between them like the stars in the night sky.

It suited her perfectly. Suited Rhys’ tastes, as well. As soon as she saw it, she knew he’d probably been hiding it for what would have felt like forever to him. Knew that it was almost certainly what they were talking about at the bar.

“Is this for real?” Her eyes were wide as she looked up at Rhys, a few tears escaping against her will. He simply wiped them away with his thumb before tucking his fingers under her chin, making sure she couldn’t look away from him.

“Feyre, I can’t tell you for just how long I’ve wanted to call you my wife.”

“Well, at least the past few months since you keep almost calling me Miss Sterling.” The two of them laughed together for a moment, Rhys nodding slightly at her.

“You’ve got me there. But I mean it with every beat of my heart when I ask you…”

Rhys took the ring from the box with the hand that had been under her chin, the other coming to hold her left hand with a squeeze.

“Feyre Archeron, will you marry m-“

She kissed him with so much intensity, cutting off the end of the question, that she wasn’t sure she could ever quite express just how much she loved him – both in this moment and every other.

“Rhysand Sterling, I will marry the shit out of you.” She said against his lips, matching smiles spread across their faces.

Feyre pulled away for a second, letting Rhys slide the ring onto her finger before she climbed her way into his lap and kissed him again. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close as he kissed her right back with just as much fervour as she gave him.

It wasn’t lost on Feyre just how lucky she was, and it certainly wasn’t lost on the rest of the apartment complex either with how loud they were that night.

No matter what life had thrown at them or would present them with in the future, they both knew a universal cosmic truth – one they’d known for as long as they could remember. Every time, every world, every situation, it was going to be Rhys and Feyre together against the world.

Always.

the end.

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