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foreingersgod · 4 months

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I LOVE THE FICS LATELY AND ALL THE TIME !!

one of them being the cc being obsessed with her gf , now i wanna see a kate martin being obsessed with her gf !!!

Always take rests !!!!

Work Song . KM

pairing: kate martin x reader

A/N: i’m not sure if anon wanted soft, tooth rotting obsession, but i yearn for sweetie pie kate so i hope it’s ok :’)

Boys workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burnin' heat?

kate was exhausted to say the least. practices, games…everything was really weighing down on her. she had so much on her plate all the time and it often got to be too much for her to handle. there was a lot of stress on her recently, being drafted and being the new girl on the team. she bared the overwhelming feeling of having to impress everyone, prove that she could handle it. and deep down she knew she could. kate was strong and smart and resilient, but her biggest fear was letting people down. letting you down.

that’s why, during times like this, she turned to you. her biggest supporter, her number one fan, her everything. you had been with her since the beginning. you were there for every meltdown and all the late nights spent in tears when kate felt like a failure. you were there for every loss and every win, there to clean up her nasty bruises and cuts. and now you were here to guide her through this huge change in her life. she wouldn’t be able to count on her fingers the amount of times you had truly saved her in the midst of all this. kate struggled with change, hated how she felt like she needed to start over with a whole new team and a whole new life. but you were there to remind her that nothing was going to change, you would still be with her every step of the way. all she needed was you, the most important thing in her life.

you were the reason she got up in the morning. you were the reason she kept pushing even when she felt like giving up. because she knew that at the end of the day, you’d be there with her, arms holding her tight to ground her. that you’d never leave her and, for that, she wanted to make you proud.

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love, I could barely eat

she was gone for the week, in another state for an away game. but a week was 7 days too long for kate, she couldn’t stand being away from you. she remembers the night before she left, how she was packing her things unwillingly as you made sure she had everything in her bag. you were trying so hard to get her excited, it was going to be one of her first games upon her pro-ball debut and you had assumed she’d be ecstatic. but instead she was sulking (typical kate), talking about how much she was going to miss you.

“i can’t believe you’re about to go live out your life long dream and you’re sitting here pouting” you teased. she knew you were right, and she really was quite excited, but the thought that you wouldn’t be there killed her.

normally you would attend like you always did, but you needed to take the week to focus on finishing up school. kate admired the way you prioritized your studies, but there were times like these in which she cursed your determination. all she wanted was to see you out there, amongst the crowd, cheering her on. a big ‘20’ plastered on your shirt to show your support and a gratifying smile on your face. you were her lucky charm, she would say. but now she here, far from home and missing her girl.

it was the night before the game and kate and the team had opted for a nice dinner out. something to hype everyone up and to boost morale…well that’s what she was told. but it did little to cheer her up and get her excited. she dreaded leaving her lonely hotel room, somewhat dim and weary without you there with her. it had been a long time since she stayed in a room without you. kate had to fight her own mind to attend dinner with the girls, just wanting to stay in and facetime you instead. nevertheless, she managed to get dressed up and make an appearance.

the entire night she was miserable, as expected. she wanted to join in on the conversations, talk about what her teammates were talking about. but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for herself. she was still jet lagged, tired, nervous, and definitely missing you. she couldn’t even eat her food because she couldn’t focus on anything else but the image of you. memories of your relationship flooded her mind as she messed with the food on her plate, all she wanted was to go back home.

not able to stand it anymore, she made some excuse about being sick so she could leave. she packed up the leftovers to bring back to her hotel room and bid everyone a good night. her time would be much better spent texting or calling you than feeling sorry for herself at the table.

finally, she made it back to her room. without a second thought she was changing her clothes and crawling into bed, pulling out her phone and pulling up your contact. she had no hesitation in clicking on the ‘facetime’ button.

the phone rang several times, making her worried that you had already gone to bed for the night. but, on the 4th ring, the call went through and your face appeared on the screen. it was a gorgeous sight, she thought, seeing you there. you had taken off your makeup already, pulled your hair back, and tucked yourself into your shared bed. oh how she longed to be in that bed right now. you had instantly smiled when you saw kate’s face, making her heart ache for you.

“hi baby!” you chimed.

and that’s all she needed to hear. all of her worries, doubts, all of her anxiety was out the window now. she had just wanted an ounce of your attention all day, and at last, she could relax finally having it.

There's nothin' sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

“what did you say?” kate whispered, so shocked that she could hardly speak.

tonight was not a usual one. you had come home upset and stressed out, the past few days you’d been struggling with your mental health. it wasn’t often that you had difficult days, but when you did, kate was at your side and ready to help you in whatever way you needed. but tonight you felt inconsolable.

with kate becoming more popular in the media with her upcoming career, there had been a lot of press coverage. you actually hadn’t had an issue with it, you were thrilled for her to see that she was getting so much attention. but with the praise and positivity online also came the negative parts as well. you had seen a few articles and instagram posts concerning yours and kate’s relationship. seeing your name in bold headlines caught your attention. it was a bunch of nonsense, really, some random person online blabbering about nothing. they were clearly bothered by the fact that you and kate were very much in love, writing about how ‘kate could find someone much better’ or how she ‘should be with someone in her own league’. you tried to remind yourself of how foolish that was, kate loved you deeply and wouldn’t ever think of leaving you for someone else. but, with your history of self image issues and mental health, it was hard to believe it yourself.

“i said,” you were both sat on the couch, thighs barely touching. tears streamed down your face as you had your head turned away from kate. you had seen another one of those damned articles earlier and it seemed to be your breaking point, sending you into a fit of sorrow “i said i don’t know why you’re still with me”

the statement had caught her quite off guard. how could you possibly think such a thing? had kate done something? were you suddenly falling out of love? her heart was shattering as she sat there, desperately trying to figure out what had gotten you upset.

“baby,” her hand found its way to your cheek, gently guiding your head to turn back to her. your eyes were red and your lashes damp as you locked eyes with her “how could you say that? i love you more than anything in the world-i don’t understand”

“i just…i’ve been seeing all of those posts about us, kate” sobs racked your body and you hiccuped to try and catch your breathe “i see all the things they say about us and i can’t help but feel like you deserve more than me”

she had known about those posts for some time now, since she saw you inspecting one the other day. it broke her knowing you were indulging in all the ridiculous things people were saying about your relationship.

“hey hey hey” she wrapped an arm around you, forcing you to move closer to her “i don’t want anyone but you, got it? you have no idea how fucking in love with you i am”

a scoff fell from your lips briefly before you shook your head. you wanted to believe her, but your mind was so convinced otherwise “you’re just saying that”

“well allow me to enlighten you then?” she prodded, wiping the tears from under yours eyes. with reluctance, you nodded.

“i have never loved someone so much in my life” she began “i don’t even know where to start because there’s so much i love about you that it would take forever to say it all. i love the way you love me. how you take care of me all the time without me having to ask. how you make me breakfast in bed and how you brush my hair before we fall asleep. i love how you send me pictures of cute things you see in the store when you should really only be getting groceries. i love that you cry during movies even if it’s supposed to be happy because it shows how deeply you love things. and i love that you always think of people, even though that sometimes means you forget to take care of yourself. but i love that too, i love that i get to be the person that shows you how much love you deserve. that i get to sit here on nights like these and tell you how wonderful you are. because it’s true. honey, you are the best thing that has every happened to me and i’d be fucking crazy to let you go”

she let out a deep sigh, having lost her breath from her confession. if she had anymore air in her, she’d still be rambling on and on. the two of you stared at each other for a faint moment, her blue eyes gleaming back at you. your bottom lip quivered as another tear rolled down your cheek, although this time, it was a cry of joy.

“kate martin,” you muttered, almost speechless “i love you so so much”

she just chuckled softly and smiled at you. she guided you into a much needed hug, feeling your head tuck itself underneath her chin and your arms fall over her shoulders.

“i love you a thousand times more”

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She'd give me toothaches just from kissin' me

it was dark outside already, signifying the late hours of the night. you weren’t sure what time it was, definitely late enough that you should be asleep. but instead you and kate were both still up.

the orangey glow from your bedside lamp illuminated your bodies, creating silhouettes on the bedroom wall. kate was laid against the bed, back against the headboard and head tilted back. you were hovering over her as you straddled her waist with legs on either side of her figure. your head dipped down to her exposed neck, lips connecting lazily to her supple skin. eager hands roamed her shoulders and down the sides of her torso. her hands did the same, anxious to touch you wherever she could.

this was another instance in which kate unfortunately had to be away from home for an extended period of time. like every other time, she thought about returning home to you every second that she was gone. she hated not being able to touch you, to feel you, to know that you were right by her side. you had also been yearning for her arrival and hated her absence just as much. so when she was on her way home, she knew she would be having her way with you that night, no matter how late it might be. it may have been well into the early hours of this morning at this point, but the need to be with each other was a far greater need than sleep.

when she stepped foot in that house, she was already dropping her bags at the door and ridding of her shoes. sock clad feet marched quietly up the stairs as she began imagining kissing you for the first time in over a week. she pushed the door to your room open ever so gently, taking in your inviting presence. you had been fighting sleep, she could tell. your eyes peeking through low eyelids, hair messy from laying against the pillows, your lips turned in a sloppy smile. what a sight for sore eyes.

she was tempted to tell you to go to sleep, to get some rest that she knew you needed. but you were already sitting up and crawling over to her side of the bed where she now stood. one of her oversized tshirts hung loosely on your body, your lacey panties emerging from the bottom. before she had the chance to do so much as greet you, your hands were gripping her shirt and tugging her into you. soft lips molded into hers as you frantically kissed her. she took it as a sign that you needed her just as much as she needed you. so she let herself indulge, slithering into bed with you. articles of clothing were discarded to floor. your shirt thrown over your shoulder, kate’s sweatpants and top banished to a pile next to the bed.

now you were here, idly making out, taking each other in as much as possible. one might think you hadn’t seen one another in years by the way you both were acting. your bare chests were pressed together, creating arousing friction. kate’s fingers dug into the soft skin of your ass where her fingernails left small indents. she was breathing heavily and groaning as you left dark purple marks along her collarbone and the tops of her breasts, a reminder of your devotion. her hands pressed deeper into you, guiding your hips in a smooth rhythm of grinding against her lap. the room felt hot from the breathy moans and content sighs.

once you decided you were done marking the skin of kate’s chest, you made your way back to her lips. both of you were too tired to do anything other than this, just needing to be close to each other. not that you needed much else, having her lips on yours was enough to keep you satisfied. it was like your lips were meant for hers. they fit so perfectly together, moved against yours in the most delicious way.

kate let out another moan as she felt your lips grace hers. the sensation sent shivers through her veins. kissing you had to be the best feeling in the world to her. sometimes she felt sorry for the rest of the world, because what a sad life it would be to not know what it would be like to kiss you. and at the same time she felt so damn lucky that it was her, and only her, that got to know what this felt like.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down…

“i hope you know that i’m absolutely head over heels for you,” she said next to you “you do know that, right?”

you hummed in response, nose scrunching as you looked at her. the amount of guests at your wedding must have been well into the one hundreds, but right here in this moment, it was just the two of you.

underneath a sky full stars was the makeshift dance floor of your wedding venue, marbled tiles beneath your feet. twinkling lights lit up the quaint garden of your backyard that you and kate both decided would be the perfect place to hold your reception. it was the middle of your first dance as a married couple and it was the most perfect moment of your life. your dress swayed behind you in the breeze, hair cascading around your face elegantly. kate looked even more beautiful than she normally did, if that was even possible. both of her hands rested on your waist and your arms looped around her neck as you danced across the floor slowly. your wedding playlist sounded in the distance and your families were watching you with teary eyes, but you and kate were only focused on each other.

“i do,” you replied “i hope you know that i’m also madly in love with you”

“i do” she had repeated like she did during her declaration of intent at the ceremony. you would never forget the look on her face when she’d said it for the first time “i’m never going to get tired of this”

“of what? our first dance?” you laughed, head falling back briefly “hate to break it to you, babe, but i think it’s gonna have to end at some point”

she laughed too, shaking her head. she pulled you in closer as her eyes wandered over the features of your face.

“no” she grinned “of looking at you”

your face was already turning a bright shade of pink, you could feel it as you smiled, but you didn’t mind one bit. you let your arms fall from around her neck as you heard the song of your dance come to an end.

your hands traveled up to take her face in your hands, something you have done often, a small action of your love. they directed her face to drop down to your level. you got onto the tips of your toes to meet her half way, kissing her passionately like your life depended on it. both of you smiled into the kiss, hearing everyone around you cheer as your dance concluded.

and, god, did it feel good to be loved like this.

…I'll crawl home to her

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A/N: i feel like this started out so good, but then i kinda fucked it up at the end, but i hope you all like it !!

#wcbb #wcbb x reader #iowa wbb #kate martin x reader #kate martin #las vegas aces #wnba #wnba imagine #wnba x reader #rpf x reader #wlw #wlw imagine #lesbian #lesbian imagine #foreingersgod #i love kate martin

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lemoncrushh · 3 months

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Her Album

Summary: Harry has finished recording his album, and he wants her to hear it.

Warnings: Angst, lots of feelings

Word Count: 2.9k+

A/N: A short one-shot written in 2019 in first person from Harry's POV. While this is not necessarily a reader fic, the woman's name is never mentioned. This was written before Fine Line was out, so it's pretty wild to think about it now.

The album was done. I’d made a visit to the studio to hear the final mix and then had lunch with Jeffrey and Glenne. As I drove home, I listened to the songs again in the car, deciding not to stop at my house when I got there, but instead to keep going so I could give one last listen straight through.

I’m not sure how I ended up on her street. It used to be automatic, like taking my shoes off before my trousers, or putting the cap back on the toothpaste. I’d driven down her block so many times before, I probably knew it better than my own neighbourhood.

I sat in the car for a long time, staring up at her window. I wasn’t even sure if she was home. I couldn’t tell if a light was on, but it was the middle of the day and that window was her bedroom, so she could’ve been anywhere else inside. I let the album loop around to the first track again, the opening chords hitting me in the chest just like the first time I’d heard them.

I wanted her to hear them too. I wanted her to listen to the melodies and have them bring back the memories that had inspired me to write them. I wanted her to listen to my lyrics and know they were all about her, even the ones that weren’t as obvious. Songs about love and loss. Songs about sex and lust and forbidden fruit. Songs that sounded like they were about something completely different, hidden behind loose meanings and innuendos.

But they were all about her.

I scrolled through my phone and opened the contacts to her name. We hadn’t spoken in weeks, maybe even months. I’d lost count. Being in the studio had helped to heal my broken heart, and my pride, but it certainly hadn’t erased her memory. She was with me every single day, every moment that I worked on a song.

I almost tapped on her name, my thumb grazing over it. But I stopped myself, turning off my phone, and then my engine. Climbing out of the car, I walked around it to the pavement in front of her building, once again looking up at her window. For a second I considered being like John Cusack in Say Anything, holding up an 80s boom box and serenading her with my music so she’d notice. But I reckoned that was borderline stalking, not to mention disturbing the neighbours, so I made my way to the stairs and climbed them to the second floor.

I stopped in front of her door, staring at it for a good two to three minutes before I even lifted my hand. I took several breaths, wondering if I was making a mistake. She probably didn’t wanna see me, let alone talk to me. She didn’t give a shit about my album. She had moved on.

But I was there. I felt like something had brought me there for a reason, and that reason was to play her my music. Let her know exactly how I felt about her - how she drove me crazy and how she’d hurt me and how I’d hurt her. How in love with her I’d been. How I still…

Finally, I knocked, a little too softly at first, but I didn’t want to startle her. At least that’s what I told myself. When no one responded, however, I knocked again, much louder and with determination.

“Jesus, I’m coming!” I heard her yell from inside. “Hold your-”

She stood before me with a half-eaten apple in her hand, her mouth open and her eyes wide. She wore a t-shirt and shorts, her hair pulled back in a loose bun and no makeup. She looked beautiful.

“Hey,” I said, my voice not quite cooperating so I sounded like a frog.

“Harry.” She said my name in almost a question, though she knew it was me. She just wondered why it was me.

When she didn’t say anything else, I shifted my eyes up and down the hall and shrugged.

“Can I come in?”

I admit, I expected her to nod and step back to let me inside her apartment. But when she shook her head, my face fell.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she remarked.

“Um...why not?”

“Because…” she began, her tone hard as steel, “I just got over you.”

“Over me?” I gulped.

“Yeah. It’s taken me a while, but I finally am,” she explained, placing the apple on the table by the door. Then wiping her hands on her shorts, she leaned against the door frame. “You haven’t shown your face here in nearly three months. I can’t just let you waltz on in here and undo everything.”

“‘m not…” I stumbled, “‘m not undoing anything.”

“Then why are you here?”

Her gorgeous but stern eyes glared at me, piercing through my heart. I looked down at my feet, thinking I’d made a mistake by coming. She didn’t want any more to do with me. I’d waited too long and missed the window. Maybe there hadn’t even been one.

Lifting my head, I looked at her beautiful face again. It was then that I recognized the shirt she was wearing - my old AC/DC t-shirt.

“Looks like you’re not completely over me,” I pointed. I dunno why I said it. It was petty and juvenile.

“What?” she huffed, crossing her arms.

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

She looked down at the emblem on her chest, seemingly just realizing what she had on. With a sigh, she dropped her arms.

“I just like it,” she said, her head held high. “And you basically gave it to me anyway.”

“No, I didn’t.” Shut up, H, you’re making it worse, I thought to myself.

“Well, you left it here. And I ended up sleeping in it. And you never came back, so…” She crossed her arms again in defense.

She was right. The last time I’d been in her apartment, we’d had a massive fight, and I’d told her it was over and stormed out. She’d tried calling and texting me for a couple days, but I’d ignored her, stubborn with pride. When I’d finally agreed to talk to her again, I was only being a right twat, unable to see or accept her side. So, we only ended up fighting again until she said she needed some space.

“I was giving you your space,” I muttered, knowing damn well I sounded like a wanker.

“For six weeks?” she snorted and shook her head. “You have some nerve, Harry.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“What was that?” she stepped closer to me, her brows furrowed. “Did you really just say you’re sorry?”

“Yeah. I am.”

“Sorry for what? For breaking my heart? For being a dickhead? For not calling or texting or even saying one word to me for freaking ever? For telling me it was over in the first place? Or for showing up here now when I’m finally over you?”

I blinked. “All of it,” I admitted.

Her lips twitched, and for a second I thought she was going to smile.

“Fuck you, Harry!” she exclaimed.

Stepping back, she grabbed the door, ready to slam it. But I brought my hand up and stopped it.

“I want you to listen to it,” I said, remembering why I’d come.

“Why should I listen to you?” she asked, her voice cracking.

“Not to me. To the album. It’s finished, and I want you to hear it.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “You can’t be serious. You came here so I’d listen to your new music? You really are a douchebag.”

“No, you don’t understand, I-“

“You’re right, I don’t,” she interrupted. “But seems to me you had weeks to explain yourself, Harry. I’m done crying over you.”

She was about to shut the door again when I called out, “I’ve been crying over you, too!”

She stood still, her hand on the door that was opened only a crack. Leaning her forehead against it, I could tell she was holding back tears. I didn’t want her to cry now, at least not over this.

“Liar,” she croaked.

“It’s not a lie, ba-” I almost called her baby, but I knew she wouldn’t like that. Not yet. “Please. Let me in. You don’t even have to talk. Just listen to the album.”

I stood silent for a moment, watching her eyelashes flutter against her pink cheeks. Finally, she let out a sigh and stepped back, opening the door to allow me to step inside.

“Thanks,” I muttered low as she closed the door behind me.

She didn’t reply. In fact, she didn’t even look at me as she grabbed her half eaten apple and went into the kitchen. I stood in the middle of the living room, waiting for her return.

“Okay,” she gestured toward me as she plopped onto the couch. “Go ahead.”

Spotting her laptop on the coffee table, I pointed. “Do you mind?”

She merely nodded and I sat down next to her and opened it. Then sliding my hand into my pocket, I pulled out the USB drive and plugged it in, bringing up the files I’d saved in the studio. With a click of the mouse, the first track began to play, those familiar chords ringing once again. I sat back and watched her, waiting for some kind of reaction on her face.

But none came.

Not when the first track ended, nor when the second song started, the first lyric blatantly about her. I started to get restless, rubbing my palms on my knees and bouncing my leg. I ran my fingers through my hair, a habit she used to tell me was endearing, only now she didn’t give any indication that she even noticed.

Finally, during the third song, I saw her make the slightest move, leaning against the arm of the sofa and resting her head in her hand. We made eye contact for a second before she quickly looked away, her eyes hazy. I wondered what she was thinking. I wanted so badly to ask, to pry it out of her, but I’d promised she needn’t talk.

We were halfway through the album when I caught more movement out of the corner of my eye. I’d been sat with my head down, unable to look at her during track seven, the most intimate and personal song I’d written. My gaze lifted to her, and I noticed her shoulders were shaking. Her head was still in her hand, her cheeks now wet with tears.

I wanted to reach out, to hold her in my arms. God, I wanted that so bad. But I let her be. I knew she needed to cry without me giving false promises that everything was okay. None of this was okay.

I’d cried when I’d written that song. I’d broken down in the recording booth when I’d sung the chorus for the first time. I only just realized as I watched her body shake with sobs that I’d been an idiot for not telling her how I’d felt. But maybe...just maybe she could finally hear me through my songs.

By the time that track ended, I was in tears too. I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand, sniffling as I tried to compose myself. I sat back on the couch again, my head leant back. I shut my eyes and listened to the next song, one a little more uptempo. I tapped my fingertips on the cushion at my sides, humming softly. This song was about happy memories, when we’d laid on the beach or beside my pool last summer. When we’d been so in love and hadn’t a care in the world. Before all the fighting and jealousy and…

I almost didn’t feel it at first, her hand brushing mine. It was such a light touch, I thought perhaps I was imagining it, lost in the song. But my eyelids fluttered open when I felt it again. I stared at my right hand on the cushion, her slim fingers over mine. She used to like to do that, when we’d be sat together watching a movie, or lying in bed reading. She’d trace my hand and knuckles with her fingertips, her delicate hand dancing over mine before I’d smile and thread our fingers together. It was an unspoken gesture of affection we’d had. I missed it.

God, I missed her.

I raised my head to look at her. I half expected her to be looking at me too, but she was focused on our hands. Her expression wasn’t one I’d hoped either. She looked sad, her cheeks still tear-stained. I wanted to kiss them, make it all better.

I opened my mouth to say her name, but nothing came out. I cleared my throat and she looked at me. I turned my hand over then like I used to, wanting to thread our fingers together. But she pulled away, her jaw set.

“Why’d you do that?” I asked, my voice a deep rasp.

They were the first words either of us had spoken since the music started, and I instantly regretted it, knowing I’d meant to stay silent until the end. We were on track nine now, a couple more songs to go. I still wanted her to hear all of it. I wanted her to know I still felt the same, even though I wasn’t completely over the anger, over the heartbreak. But I’d spilled my guts out in my songs. I was shit at communication, I knew that. I hoped that she could understand it all in my music.

“I...I don’t know,” she whispered.

She crossed her legs then, sat in the corner of the couch. She reached behind her head and pulled at her bun, letting her hair fall freely down her shoulders. She seemed comfortable, at least less resistant than she had when I’d knocked on her door. I could tell she wanted to talk, but she kept her mouth shut because I’d told her she could. I also felt like she was really listening though. And that was really all I wanted.

“That was a really good song,” she surprised me after track ten. But she didn’t say anything more.

Clearing my throat again, I sucked in my lips when the final song started. If track seven had been the most personal, this was the companion to it. This was me giving my heart, me asking forgiveness and giving it back. This was me wanting another chance to prove how I felt about her. I’d known as I was writing and recording it that the possibility of that happening was slim to none. But I had to take a chance. I was tired of keeping it bottled up, being a stubborn prat because I’d wanted my way and had to be right. I was all kinds of wrong. I knew I wasn’t fully to blame for our break-up, but I was taking responsibility and owning up to my part in it. I hoped she could hear that in my voice.

By the time the song was over, my head was in my hands. I perched on the edge of the sofa shaking. I’d already listened to it a handful of times in the studio and in my car, but it hadn’t had the effect it had now, sat in her living room with her beside me. I was sobbing like a baby.

“Harry…” I heard her whisper.

When I lifted my head this time, she was right beside me, her face so close it startled me. Her hands were in her lap, and she wrung them like she was either nervous or was trying to keep herself from touching me.

“I’m so sorry,” I cried. “For everything.”

“I know,” she nodded. “I heard.”

“Will you forgive me?” I asked, turning to face her. I wanted to lift my hand to touch her face but thought better of it. Instead, I hesitantly reached for her hand. I was pleasantly surprised when she let me take it.

“Only if you forgive me, too,” she said.

I let out a deep breath and leant forward. I wanted to kiss her but wasn’t sure if she was ready yet. Lifting my hand this time, I grazed her cheek and wiped a tear away with my thumb.

“I still love you,” I admitted. “I never stopped. I’m just so sorry I waited this long.”

She bit her perfect bottom lip, her big eyes blinking fast.

“I thought I was over you,” she said. “I thought you were over me.”

“Guess we were both wrong.”

She leant into me then, and I took it as my cue. I took her into my arms and kissed her, like I’d wanted to kiss her for months. She felt so good against me, and I quickly found myself shedding more tears.

“We still have a lot to talk about,” she whispered when I released her lips.

“I know,” I agreed. “I promise I’m not walking out this time.”

“Good,” she nodded before kissing me again.

We ended up listening to the album again together while we prepared and ate dinner. There were more tears, but also lots of conversation. We had a long way to go, but I was hopeful.

Something had made me drive down her street. I guess it was me.

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readsrealm · 8 months

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Buggy & The Roger Pirates Thing (maybe even a little Corabug!?)

Buggy always feeing like he doesn’t belong on Rogers crew. Like he was just brought on to be a playmate for Shanks (practically a pet). He’s not entirely wrong either most of the crew shows unintentional favoritism to Shanks and don’t really remember that Buggy’s there half the time.

The next island they visit they actually forget Buggy. Buggy himself doesn’t even realize until hours later, Roger Pirates far away and still unaware of their mistake. Buggy’s devastated, he kinda wanders around the islands small town and into its forest in shock and despair before coming upon a familiar face. A blond marine who he’d met in the town earlier who was now running through the woods. They had a good conversation earlier and all Buggy had really learned was the boys name. Rosinante.

Rosinante takes Buggy back to Sengoku who goes “WAIT A MINUTE” and then declares that Buggy’s been taken in for ransom. Buggy tells them that nobody is going to come for him.

They wait a couple days, then a week, then a couple weeks, finally two whole months go by and nobody’s showed up for Buggy. Sengoku is disturbed by this and does some digging. Apparently a vote to retrieve Buggy was placed and the majority thought it was too much work for the second cabin boy (the add on, the spare, the unpromising backup). There was also info that Roger and the losing side were upset with the polling results but weren’t going to do much about it.

Sengoku decides right there and then he’s gonna see why Roger let Buggy onto his crew in the first place and why they don’t want Buggy back.

And…..

Sengoku has no clue why they wouldn’t want Buggy to return to them. He’s crafty, smart, loyal. He’s a good kid by pirate standards. Clearly a trouble maker but the passion he has for chemistry and science is unmatched. The way he solves puzzles and can worm his way out of any situation socially is insane. His treatment of people around him and of Cora himself (even if it’s special treatment😉) is admirable. Not to mention the boys luck.

Sengoku suspect it’s cause of Buggy’s less upfront way of fighting and actually assessing situations is what put The Rogers off. Buggy may be cowardly but if he really is needed he’ll do his part. Plus his long range weapons (bombs, altered guns) are nothing to sneeze at.

Buggy ends up staying with the marines for a really long time even if in the beginning he said he was going to escape and get far far away from them. Instead staying, training and getting stronger.

Decades later Red Haired Shanks comes face to face with a marine with long blue hair and the nickname Ringmaster.

Okay first of all thank you for writing this.

now right now I’m crying because that’s just fucking sad.

them leaving buggy there and how they decided is disgusting and I’m literally devastated. Poor buggy wanna hug him so bad.

For me Roger here failed as the captain bc who tf cares what the crew thinks. He is the captain and he should have been defending Buggy but he didn’t. In here Ace was right Roger was a monster bc left a child who looked up to him like no one else ever did in a town from nowhere behind. I wonder how shanks reacted.

I kinda wished that- I don’t know if you watched the LA but there Garp is on the Plattform where Roger gets killed. I wish that buggy would arrive the Plattform when Roger finished his speech him thinking he will die with no regrets and with starting the new era but the moment he saw buggy his smile vanished and he knew he could no longer die at peace.

I have two things in mind of what buggy could say

He would smile at roger with a trembling body saying something like: “I hoped you lived a good live “captain”

2. He would be cold and saying shit like: “That’s it Gol D. Roger. You and your loved one will pay for your crimes” and he would mean it bc with people who believe in him he would get stronger and have more determination

I’m kinda surprised that Sengoku would take with if we think about what he did to Ace considering that wanted to execute him for being roger son not being the second commander of Whitebeard who was equal to roger. But I do not complain. If I think about it Buggy could be trained by Sengoku and Garp and Tsuru. Sengoku and Garp were also equal to roger. And while Sengoku could teach him to be smarter fight smarter, Garp could train him in strength combat and haki. Tsuru could help him to calm himself down and always keep his cool. So he could be powerful yonko level bc that what actually oda said. If Buggy would take effort he would be yonko level.

You know what a sad part of this is Buggy is the kind of character who gets treated bad by the “good” ones (in here the goal of the main character) but he would not get justice. He would die and maybe the others would regret it but probably not the same episode one person would say “he would want that you hate yourself…” like BITCH OFC HE WOULDNT BUT YOU SHOULD BC YOU DESERVE THAT.

anyways I’m getting of the topic I think Buggy is smart and a sweetheart if you treat him well. He maybe loves treasure in an unhealthy amount and can be a little arrogant but it’s like he is be mean but still would do everything for you if you treat him right. (I also believe that he would not have a pride problem to apologize if he did something wrong but that another thing).

again with the Plattform (I hope it’s Plattform English is not my native’s language) the thing is Shanks would see it. And I think no matter if choice one or two you choose he would be angry…even though he has no right too. But Buggy doesn’t care about shanks…well not anymore bc he has Rosi. While he hadn’t a bad relationship with Shanks his relationship with Rosi is much better. Shanks if not meant to be mean only teased him which lead to the whole crew teasing him and Buggy didn’t like that. I mean I don’t think he had a problem with some teasing bc that normal and fun you know? Everyone does that but they teased him about everything and it kinda hurt bc it gave off the feeling he wasn’t taking seriously at all. That he couldn’t be allowed to be sad or scared…genuinely.

With Rosi it wasn’t like that he got comforted motivated. Instea if being told that “a pirate isn’t allowed to be scared” or “are you hiding again” or “you wouldn’t be scared if you trained harder like shanks” he gets “it’s fine I protect you” or “don’t be scared buggy! Your strong and if anything happens I’m right here” and it helps bc it motivates him and them saying that they believe he is strong wants him to prove that and he doesn’t and he makes mistakes and learns from them and gets better bc that how it should be done

So if Buggy and Shanks would meet after decades Shanks would be furious at Buggy for doing this to their captain. But with just a few sentences Shanks anger turned into guilt

“Roger didn’t want me. He left me and abandoned me. No one wanted me”

So I think Shanks would withdraw and just go with it. But now he would feel emptier. It was one thing not having seen buggy and him officially cutting of the relationship was hard for Shanks but he shouldn’t complain he didn’t say anything when they voted to leave him even if he didn’t want that he could do more. Bc they would listen to him.

Buggy himself would live a good life being a very much known marine (vice admiral) having Rosi by his side (this is a Corazon lives AU) and be happy.

I even think that Luffy would be on Buggy’s side if he heard that story. But still would not stop being a pirate

#one piece #buggy #buggy the clown #op buggy #shanks #buggy x corazon #corazon #donquixote “corazon” rosinante #sengoku the buddha #monkey d. luffy #monkey d garp #buggy deserves better #gol d roger #roger pirates #the roger pirates are dicks #shanks is not bad but naive #buggy and his luck

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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“You could help, you know.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly.”

Steve was standing in the shallow end of the pool, wearing only his tiny bathing suit shorts, attempting to do the first big clean of the year.

The water was still cold, but it had to be done so they could host the annual pool party to welcome summer.

Eddie was sitting on one of the lounge chairs, drinking a beer and eating the chips that were supposed to be for the party.

Steve was glaring at him, net in hand, visibly shivering from the chill in the water and the air. Eddie had warned him that it was still too cold at night, that the water was gonna be uncomfortable, that the breeze in the air was still too frequent and cold to get in.

But did Steve listen? No.

So instead of helping, Eddie sat and watched.

“We should push the party out a couple more weeks.”

“Ah, but you promised them.”

Eddie kept munching on the chips, knowing that the party would get pushed out because Steve would last maybe five more minutes before giving up.

Steve was a determined son of a bitch, but even his stubbornness wouldn’t get him through this, Eddie was sure of it.

But five minutes passed and Steve remained in the pool, scooping leaves and other debris from the deep end.

His lips were starting to turn blue, but he didn’t complain.

Eddie finished his beer while he watched Steve’s back muscles shift as he moved around the water.

He loved watching Steve’s muscles.

He didn’t love watching Steve freeze to death.

“Sweetheart, maybe we can call it a day. Tomorrow is supposed to be warmer, the sun might heat the water up a little.”

“No, I promised.”

Ah. Eddie had been somewhat joking before; He knew the kids would understand if they had to postpone because of it being too cold.

But Steve would never break a promise to them. Not when he could instead suffer greatly.

“Steve.”

Steve ignored him.

Eddie got up from the chair and moved to the edge of the pool, only a few feet from where Steve was focusing on his task much harder than he needed to.

“Steve.”

“I’m more than halfway done. I might as well finish.”

“They’ll understand. Maybe we can try next weekend.”

“No. I can do it.”

Eddie managed to grab the end of the net when it got close to him on Steve’s next swipe through the water and tugged so Steve was forced to come closer to him.

“Sweetheart, you need to get out.”

“But they’ll be upset.”

“They’ll understand.”

“I can’t-“

“You can. It isn’t letting them down.”

“It is.”

Steve was finally close enough for Eddie to cup his face between his hands. He felt how cold his cheeks were and they weren’t even wet, he couldn’t imagine how the lower half of his body and hands must’ve felt.

“I’ll call them tomorrow and reschedule. You’re gonna get sick and end up having to cancel anyways if you stay in this water.”

“But they won’t wanna just come over to hang out.”

Eddie pushed aside the sudden heartbreak at the realization that Steve genuinely believed the kids used him for his pool as if they don’t spend at least one to two nights a week at his house all winter long for movie nights and dinners.

“They come to hang out all the time without the pool. They love you. They don’t care about your stuff.”

“But they were so excited.”

“I think that excitement would go away if you die from hypothermia.”

Steve sighed.

Eddie smiled. He won. Thank God. He really thought he was gonna be pulling a frozen solid Steve from the pool in the next ten minutes.

Eddie took the net from Steve’s hand and got up to hang it on the hook along the side of the fence while Steve got out of the pool.

Neither of them had brought a towel outside, and Steve’s shivering was getting progressively worse every second.

“Alright, strip.”

Steve snorted, but his teeth had started chattering, so Eddie just raised his eyebrow at him.

Steve sighed and removed his bathing suit, leaving it right on the ground as he rushed in the sliding glass door to the warmth of the house.

Eddie hung them on the back of a chair so they could dry and followed Steve inside.

Steve was already going upstairs, so Eddie yelled to him to start a hot bath while he grabbed his trash from outside.

When he got to the bathroom, Steve was already sitting in the almost full tub, head leaned back and eyes closed.

Eddie watched him for a moment.

He was a self-sacrificing idiot who didn’t understand his own worth without his rich-boy things, but Eddie loved him.

He loved him enough to strip down and get into the bath behind him, holding him against his chest to help him warm up more. He loved him enough to wash his hair and body because he was already exhausted from working all day and trying to take care of the pool. He loved him enough to dry him off with the softest towel in the cabinet, and dress him in a pair of sweatpants and Eddie’s hoodie. He loved him enough to call Dustin when he was asleep and tell him that there’d be no pool party this weekend, but they could still come hang out.

As expected, Dustin (and everyone) loved Steve enough to show up regardless of anything else except being able to spend time with Steve.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #domestic fluff #okay I’m for real done now #gonna put all these together in one chapter for ao3 tumblr drabbles #and add them to the masterlist now

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The 36th Floor - Deal.

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: smut and fluff ;)

wc: 7.5k

previous chapter here

note: I don't really post the notes here like I do on ao3, but this is the last chapter of this fic! ty guys for all the love here, I appreciate everything and I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I do writing <3

“I’m still pissed at both of you.” Shoko says as she watches both Satoru and Suguru pack up their desks. It’s both of their last days in the office. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest as she sits in her chair with one leg crossed over the other, brows furrowed, looking up at her friends.

“Shouldn’t you be packing up your shit to move too?” Suguru shoots back, neatly packing up the last of his things to take home in a small box.

“I’m moving down the hallway, not across the country.” She retorts, narrowing her eyes up at him. Suguru smiles back at her and looks over to Satoru as he packs up his desk as well. “And I have two idiots to help me move everything, so it’s not that big of a deal.” She continues.

“Hey.” Satoru interjects, looking at her with furrowed brows while he shakes his head, looking disapprovingly across the aisle at her. “Don’t call my boyfriend an idiot.” Suguru smiles at Satoru and Shoko smiles sweetly back at him and scrunches her nose, somehow teasing him without saying a word.

It was nearing the end of November; the days were short and cold, and the year was close to an end. Satoru had given his notice that he was quitting the same day that he found out about Suguru’s new job. He marched right into Nanami’s office and told him that he was going as well, which was no surprise to Nanami. He was actually kind of upset to see him go, but was very understanding of the situation.

Suguru was pretty much totally moved into Satoru’s apartment, besides a few miscellaneous items and some trash that needed to be taken out. It only took them a couple days to get the majority of his things moved over with the help of movers and a very determined Satoru. Suguru was surprised with how focused Satoru could get when it came to something that he actually really cared about. He only had about one suitcase full of stuff left that they would get tonight and bring back to Satoru's, which would mean that Suguru was officially moved in.

Suguru looks down at his watch as he finishes up his desk. There was about an hour left in the work day and he was pretty much done with everything. He had wrapped up projects, and given the unfinished things back to Nanami, making sure to apologize for what he was leaving behind.

“Geto, it’s okay, don’t worry about it, really.” Nanami responds, looking up at Suguru from where he sits behind his desk. “Ino’s going to be taking over some of your tasks, so this is actually really great for practice.” Suguru smiles back at him with an exhale of relief.

“That’s good.” He says softly. “Do you need anything else from me?” He asks, unsure of what there is left to do, if anything at all.

“I think we’re all good. If you wanna get out of here, you can take off a little bit early; start enjoying your vacation before you start your training.” Nanami says, sitting back in his chair and looking up at him with a soft smile.

Suguru smiles back at him as he takes a breath. They weren’t going anywhere special, but both Satoru and Suguru decided to finish a week early so that they would have time to transition easily and get settled in before Suguru started his training. “I think I’m gonna stay and help Shoko move her things. I also gotta wait for Satoru anyways, but I’ll catch you before I head out.”

“Alright, sounds good.” Nanami nods his head and Suguru retreats back out of the office and heads back down the hallway, only to hear Satoru and Shoko bickering coming from around the corner as he gets closer.

“At least I’m not addicted to cigarettes.” He hears Satoru say. His voice is playful as the two of them bicker back and forth, neither of their feelings ever actually getting hurt.

“At least I didn’t quit my job because I can’t be away from my boyfriend for more than six hours.” She shoots back surprisingly calmly with a smirk on her face. Suguru chuckles lightly as he makes it back to his desk and sits down.

“Sugu, are you just gonna let her talk to me like that?!” Satoru asks, his voice getting higher in pitch towards the end of the sentence.

Suguru crosses his arms and just sits back to watch the show unfold in front of him, for once, not having anything to do. “I think I’m on her side, actually.” The corners of his mouth downturned as he shakes his head.

Satoru’s jaw drops and his eyes widen as he tries to keep his smile contained. “Well, maybe I’ll just stay here then and you can go to Fukuoka by yourself.” He threatens, furrowing his brows and crossing his arms.

“Okay.” Suguru says, knowing he isn’t a serious threat and that Satoru will take it back immediately.

“Wait, no! I was kidding!”

The last hour of the day seems to go by in a flash. Many of their coworkers come to say goodbye and good luck to the both of them in their new adventures. Before they head out, Satoru and Suguru head up the hallway to say goodbye to Nanami and Utahime.

“Congratulations to the both of you.” Nanami looks between the two of them. “I hope you have a great time in Fukuoka and I look forward to working with you again in the future.” Nanami says, shaking Suguru’s hand with a smile.

“Thank you.” Suguru says with a soft smile before they cross the hallway for Satoru to bother Utahime one last time.

“You’re gonna miss me, aren’t you Utahime?” Satoru asks, peeking his head into her office.

She lets out an exasperated sigh as she looks up at him and says with a deadpan face, “No.” Suguru chuckles behind him in the hallway and peeks his head inside. “You, I’ll miss though.” She says, standing up and walking to the front of her desk to give Suguru a hug.

“Why does he get one and I don’t?” Satoru asks, scrunching his nose and furrowing his brows.

“Because he wasn’t a thorn in my side the entire time he’s worked here.” She says, stepping back and crossing her arms as she looks at Satoru. Suguru smiles as he looks between the two of them. “You’re sure you wanna go with him?” Utahime asks as if Satoru can’t hear her.

Suguru smiles, looking back at her and nodding. “Unfortunately, I kinda like him a lot.”

“Unfortunately?!” Satoru cries out dramatically, pulling another chuckle from Suguru. They say their final goodbyes before grabbing their things and heading out the front doors together for the last time.

“It feels weird that this isn’t gonna be my office anymore.” Suguru says as they step into the empty elevator, mostly everyone already having left for the weekend. Satoru pushes the button for the lobby and the doors close.

“Remember when we made out in here?” Satoru asks, completely ignoring Suguru trying to be sentimental. Suguru shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“Which time?” He asks with a quick chuckle, thinking back on the last year he’s been in this office.

“Any of ‘em.” Satoru returns with a smile, leaning towards Suguru to press a quick peck to his lips. “We’re going to get the last of your things, right?” He asks as the doors open to a fairly dead lobby.

“If that’s okay with you?” Suguru asks, okay with doing whatever Satoru wants to do.

“Yeah, hurry, let’s go.” Satoru says, impatiently hurrying ahead towards the front doors of the building.

Suguru calls out after him, picking up his pace to keep up with Satoru. “Slow down! I’ve got more stuff to carry than you do.”

~~~~~~~~~~

It takes them a couple hours, but they successfully get the last of everything packed and moved out of Suguru’s apartment, leaving it just as barren as the day he first moved in. The walls are blank, the rooms are empty once again. Suguru didn’t care as much as he thought he would, because when he thinks back on the past year, a majority of his memories were in Satoru’s apartment, not his.

They make it up to the 36th floor with the last bags and close the front door with a huff, tired from carrying everything to the train and then from the train back to the apartment.

“I can’t believe we finally did it.” Suguru says, dropping the heavy bag in his arms right next to the front door.

“Yeah… This is our apartment now.” Satoru says, turning around and smiling at Suguru who smiles back excitedly. There’s still stuff everywhere, but it’s slowly getting there. Both of them are busy trying to unpack Suguru’s things while also simultaneously trying to pack for six months away. They would be coming back a couple times over weekends, but only for one or two nights at a time.

“I can’t believe it.” He says, looking around the place where he’s spent more than half of his nights the past year. “It almost feels like a completely different place seeing my things everywhere mixed in with yours.” Suguru steps forward with his arms open, closing the gap between them. Satoru wraps his arms around Suguru’s shoulders, squeezing him tightly and pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

“You won’t even be here a whole week before we’re gone for six months.” Satoru points out, talking against Suguru’s hair.

“Very astute observation, honey.” Suguru shoots back sarcastically as he leans his head back to look at Satoru. Satoru scrunches his nose at him before leaning in and pressing his lips to Suguru’s. Satoru smiles against his lips, feeling one of Suguru’s hands gently cupping the side of his face. He leans into it, earning a smile back from Suguru up against his lips.

Satoru pulls back just enough to be able to look Suguru in the eyes. “I’m so glad you’re here. I’m so thankful that you’re in my life and I probably don’t tell you that enough so I’m telling you now.” He says in a soft voice. Suguru can’t stop the smile that forms on his face.

The night after what Satoru had dubbed, the email incident, they went to Suguru’s apartment where they sat on the couch and just talked for hours. No music, no tv, nothing but the sound of their voices. It started out with talking about why Suguru did what he did and Satoru explaining how he had felt the entire week and how much it hurt that he didn’t find out about the news from Suguru first. They talked about how to make sure something like that doesn’t happen again.

“What, did you think I was gonna be mad?”

“No, I don’t know, I guess? Maybe? I just didn’t want to be the reason that you were so disappointed.”

“Sugu! I’m ecstatic for you! Why do you think I’d be disappointed?”

“Well… I wasn’t really foreseeing you coming with me.”

“I think it’s a little bit insulting that you didn’t realize sooner that I wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Suguru chuckles, thinking back to the moment.

“You’re right. I really should’ve seen that coming sooner.”

“But Sugu, you know you can tell me anything, right? I think you know better than anyone I’m usually pretty easy going when it comes to you especially.”

“Unless I eat your last mochi.”

“Unless you eat my last mochi.”

“What’s so funny?” Satoru asks, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Nothing, I was just thinking the same thing about you.” Suguru responds with a soft smile on his face.

Satoru smiles before rolling his eyes dramatically. “Oh brother, we got a corndog over here.” He says, letting go of his grip on Suguru’s shoulders and looking around like he’s talking to a crowd of people.

Suguru scoffs lightly, an open mouthed smile on his face as he holds up one finger while his other hand finds its way around Satoru’s. “You said it, how am I the corny one?!”

“You didn’t know what to say so you just said that.”

“So you don’t think I’m thankful to have you in my life?”

“That’s not what I said, Suguru.” Satoru shakes his head at him. “I know you are, but I want to hear you say it. It’s not fair if I say it and you just say ‘ditto.’ You need to actually tell me how you feel.” Satoru goes on, for once sounding like the more mature one between the two.

“Okay, okay.” Suguru says to get him to stop for a moment. He takes a breath and looks into Satoru’s eyes, now holding both his hands in his own. “I’m very grateful to have you in my life and I’m very excited and can’t wait to live with you.” Satoru smiles like he’s just waiting because he has something to say. “What?” Suguru already knows it’s going to be some kind of teasing by the look he has.

“Sugu, you already live with me.” Satoru says with a shit eating grin on his face. Suguru looks into his eyes with a blank stare for a moment, not even a twitch of a smile to be seen.

“You know what I meant, smartass.” Suguru says, letting go of Satoru’s hands and shaking his head with narrowed eyes. He turns around to head to the bedroom, wanting to change out of his work clothes that he’d been in all day. Satoru follows closely, trailing behind him like a duckling following its mother.

“Wait!” He calls out after him, following him into their bedroom and grabbing his hand to stop him before he goes into the closet. Suguru turns around, slightly confused.

“What?” He turns around only to be met with Satoru’s arm around his waist, pulling him in close and kissing him deeply. Suguru melts against him, a warm, content feeling washing over his body.

“I just wanna kiss you some more.” Satoru says in between kisses as he continues pressing his lips around Suguru’s mouth and face. “I like kissing you.” His face kisses turn into jaw kisses which quickly turn into neck kisses. He pushes the long black hair back over Suguru’s shoulder and dips his head in between his head and shoulder to press soft, wet kisses to the side of his neck and up to his ear.

Suguru lets him keep going, letting his eyes fall closed and his head fall back at the feeling. It causes goosebumps all over his skin that he can feel under his clothes. He holds his bottom lip in between his teeth as he presses his fingers into Satoru’s forearm. “I know what you're doing.” He says with a smirk.

“What am I doing?” Satoru asks, pretending to be oblivious as his warm breath tickles the sensitive skin of Suguru’s neck.

Suguru can’t help but smile at the sensation, feeling Satoru continuing to press kisses all over his neck. “You always start by kissing my neck, you know?”

“It hasn't failed me yet.” Satoru says in between kisses, a gentle smile on his lips.

“I can think of a couple times when it’s failed you, actually.”

Satoru is confident when he says his next sentence, his voice low and alluring as he speaks softly. “But it isn’t going to this time, is it?”

Suguru’s quiet, trying to hide the smirk growing on his face and the warmth in his cheeks. One hand holds onto Satoru’s forearm while the other rests against his lower back, pulling him closer. “Don’t you wanna shower first? We’re all sweaty and gross from moving my stuff.”

“If you think I care for one second what you smell like, Suguru Geto, you are sorely mistaken.” Satoru says, his fingers already starting to make easy work of the buttons on the front of Suguru’s shirt. “It just makes you all the more enticing.” Suguru can’t help but smile as he lifts his head and takes over, undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt.

Satoru starts to unbutton his own shirt, but promptly gets distracted when Suguru lets his fall to the ground, landing next to his feet. He lets his hands reach out and run over the warm skin of Suguru’s chest and shoulders while he takes the hair tie out of his hair, shaking the rest of it out to fall down and cascade around his shoulders and back. “You’re easily distracted.” Suguru teases as he continues unbuttoning Satoru’s shirt the rest of the way.

Satoru traces his fingers delicately over the intricate ink in his skin. “You’re gorgeous, how am I supposed to not get distracted?” Satoru asks as he goes back in for another kiss, desperate to feel Suguru’s lips on his again. He brings his hand to Suguru’s pants, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants seamlessly without ever pulling away from his lips. Suguru tries to do the same, but Satoru stops him and pulls him over to the armchairs next to the tall windows. “Sit.” He commands.

“Someone’s being awfully bossy, aren’t they?” Suguru teases as he kicks his pants off and sits down, letting his legs spread wide. Satoru barely needs to do anything, Suguru’s cock is already straining against his underwear, begging for attention. He kneels on the ground in between Suguru’s legs, looking up at him with a smirk as he presses a couple kisses to the tops of his thighs and up towards his stomach.

“You like it,” Satoru shoots back, “obviously.” Suguru sucks in a breath through his teeth as he watches Satoru finally press a kiss to his cock through the fabric. His head falls back over the chair as he looks up at the ceiling for a moment before closing his eyes, feeling his hair slowly falling and flowing down the back as well. His fingers grip onto the arms of the chair as Satoru runs his hands up the front of his thighs. Satoru hooks his fingers over the band and pulls down his underwear, Suguru lifting his hips just enough to allow him to slide them off. “Yeah, you really like it.” Satoru teases, taking the length in front of him into his hand and pressing a kiss to his hot, leaky tip.

Suguru can feel the heat in his cheeks as he opens his eyes and lifts his head back up to look down at a very pleased-with-himself Satoru. “I think I’d like your mouth around my cock more.” Suguru retorts, looking at him with half lidded eyes.

Satoru smiles up at him and decides to tease him no further, taking first, the tip into his mouth and sucking lightly on it before taking more into his mouth, pulling a low groan from Suguru’s throat. “Fuck, baby.” He breathes out, bringing one hand down to hold onto his face gently. Satoru doesn’t look away for a second, keeping eye contact with Suguru as he continues bobbing his head slowly, taking more of him in every time. “Why you like this all of a sudden?”

Pulling off for just a second, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Suguru’s tip, Satoru smiles up at him. “I’m proud of you.” He says, making Suguru’s heart skip a beat. “Just wanna treat you nice right now.”

Suguru smiles back down at him, but Satoru doesn’t wait for him to answer before going back to what he was doing. “Hah, Satoru.” He breathes out, rubbing his thumb over Satoru’s cheek softly as he slowly swallows his cock like it’s nothing. “My handsome boy.” Satoru hums happily around Suguru, causing his hips to twitch from the sensation. “Shit.”

His hand moves from where it rests on his cheek up to tangle into Satoru’s soft hair. He tugs lightly at the bright strands, his hands following the movement of Satoru’s head. The warmth that his mouth brings, the love in his eyes, and the way he looks on his knees in front of Suguru is enough to drive him crazy already. “Babyyy.” He draws out, leaning his head back with a groan. The way Satoru’s tongue feels as it drags against the bottom of his cock is indescribable.

Satoru lifts his head once again, his tongue slowly making its way up the bottom of Suguru’s cock as he pulls back as if he knew exactly what he was thinking. This time, he keeps his slow yet steady pace with his hand. “Yes, my sweet?” He asks with a wide smile on his face, his lips pink and shiny.

Suguru nearly cums at the feeling of Satoru’s tongue alone. “Wanna cum with you.” Suguru whines shakily, somewhat out of character for once.

Satoru smirks back up at him, standing up and starting to undo his own pants quickly, the intense need and desire burning through his veins. “That’s good because I was getting really impatient.” Satoru says, shedding his clothes to reveal his already leaking tip.

“God, Satoru.” Suguru nearly scoffs while he’s gawking at the sight in front of him like he’s never seen it before. Before he can say anymore, Satoru is straddling him in the chair, grinding up against his painfully hard cock. He sucks in a hiss at the feeling, resting his hands on Satoru’s ass and gripping the flesh between his fingers. He rubs a few careful circles around Satoru’s hole with his middle finger before slowly pressing inside, earning a soft moan from Satoru’s mouth that makes his cock twitch.

He buries his finger all the way inside before pulling it back out, watching the look on Satoru’s face as he continues, adding another finger as soon as he’s able to. The noises that emit from Satoru’s mouth are enough to have him incredibly impatient already. He takes his fingers out and looks up at Satoru, waiting for him to make a move.

Satoru reaches down to rub Suguru’s slick cock against his needy entrance, causing Suguru to hiss again at the feeling. “You like that?” Satoru asks, a smirk on his face as he looks down at Suguru.

Suguru this time is the one to have a pout on his face. “Baby, please stop teasing.” He pleads, running one of his large hands up Satoru’s back and pulling him closer. For once, Satoru doesn’t say anything and actually listens, feeling just as impatient. He slowly lowers himself, feeling as Suguru’s slick cock fills him up.

“Fuck, Sugu.” He whimpers softly. He keeps slowly going until their bodies are flush against one another.

“Yeah, baby?” Suguru asks, his voice sweet as he looks up at Satoru as he stills, adjusting to Suguru’s size. Both of his hands are now spread wide over Satoru’s back, the pads of his fingers pressing into the soft skin. Feeling the warmth and wetness of Satoru surrounding him is enough to make him take a deep breath, trying to ground himself.

Satoru grinds his hips down even further, his eyes rolling back in his head as he gets the feeling he’s desperately chasing after. “Shi-it, ‘tso big.” He says, looking down at Suguru underneath him with his eyebrows upturned and his mouth hanging slightly open. He looks back up at him with a big smile on his face as he leans forward, his mouth at the perfect height to press a wet kiss to one of Satoru’s nipples. Satoru lets out a whiny moan as Suguru’s tongue presses against it, licking a slow circle around it before he sucks on it lightly. “Fuck.” He breathes out simply, as Suguru pulls back with a sultry smile.

Finally finding the will power to move, Satoru lifts himself slowly up before lowering once again, lewd noises escaping his throat as he does so. Suguru can’t help but change the angle of his hips with the movement, rolling them upwards to meet Satoru’s and effectively hitting him in deeper spots than before.

“You look so pretty like this, baby. So, so fucking pretty.” Suguru coos, continuing to press kisses to Satoru’s chest as he slowly rides him. “Breathtaking.” He lets out, his voice breathy as he says it. Satoru can’t help but smile at the compliments that spill out of Suguru’s mouth as he keeps his slow pace, not wanting to rush anything.

“You- hah, ah, shit- you should see my point of view.” Satoru manages to get out, barely managing to keep going and talk at the same time. Suguru chuckles lightly. “Ah- I can feel it when you laugh.” Satoru lets out, looking down at Suguru with his mouth hanging open and his hair starting to stick to his forehead.

“You’re doing so, so good for me, Toru.” Suguru’s voice is low, but still soft and sweet as he murmurs quiet praises against Satoru’s skin.

The whispers up against his skin are enough to have his legs feeling weak underneath him, but he keeps pushing through it, not wanting to stop just yet. “Mmmm.” Satoru hums out as he looks down at Suguru with his eyebrows upturned and his bottom lip in between his teeth.

Suguru takes one of his hands from where it presses into Satoru’s back and brings it between them, running it slowly up the front of Satoru’s chest. Suguru doesn’t even need to tell Satoru to open his mouth, as his mouth already hangs open. He presses his middle finger against Satoru’s tongue, his smile alluring as Satoru sticks his tongue out. His ring finger joins his middle one on Satoru’s tongue before his lips close around his thick digits.

“I can’t believe you’re all mine, baby.” Suguru says with an open-mouthed smile, feeling Satoru’s tongue against his fingers as simultaneously he squeezes around his cock. He licks his lips, wetting them before pulling his fingers out of Satoru’s mouth and placing his hand lightly around Satoru’s throat, pulling him in for a kiss.

A whiny moan comes out of Satoru’s mouth as he’s pulled forward, crashing against Suguru’s lips with little restraint, too eager to care at all. His own hands tangle into Suguru’s long onyx hair, pulling at the base where it meets his scalp. He notices that Suguru smiles against his lips and smiles back, moaning into his mouth as he feels the fingers tighten ever so slightly against the sides of his neck. His eyes are closed, but that does little to stop them from rolling back in his skull once again.

With every passing moment, it’s getting harder to continue, his thighs feeling like they’re going to give out any second from underneath him. Suguru can feel that he’s slowing down and brings both his hands down to grab underneath his ass, helping move him up and down at the same slow pace.

“Fuck, tired already, baby?” Suguru teases lightly, feeling Satoru stop, having him do almost all of the work now.

Satoru can’t find the words to answer, wanting to respond like the smartass he is, but the words won’t form in his head. “Sh-h- fuuck.” He mewls out as Suguru lifts and drops him back down on his cock with ease.

Suguru stops, catching Satoru slightly by surprise. He does his best to keep his hips moving, but his legs are shaking too much to continue. “Can you stand up?” Suguru asks, his voice just above a whisper. Satoru nods his head, not even knowing if he can for sure before he answers. He lifts himself up, whining at the feeling of Suguru’s cock slipping out and leaving him with an overwhelming emptiness. He stands up and immediately leans against the window next to them, the freezing glass a shocking sensation against his hot and sticky skin.

“Hahh.” He breathes out, feeling goosebumps forming along his skin as Suguru stands up and comes right behind him, holding his hips from behind. Satoru doesn’t need any warning, a moan ripping from his mouth when Suguru slips himself back inside, feeling whole once again. His flushed cheek is pressed up against the glass, his hands and forearms on either side of his head holding himself steady. Legs still shaky underneath him, he finds it easier to stand in one spot than to continue the motion he was doing earlier, bouncing up and down on Suguru’s cock.

Suguru presses his hand against Satoru’s lower back, his fingers flaying out wide over the space as he holds his hip with his other hand. “Still doing alright baby?” He asks, his voice tender as he pushes all the way back in and pulls out, his movements slow but unfaltering.

“Mmhm.” Satoru hums in response, his cheek and arms still pressed against the freezing window. Between the sensation of the cold of the glass and the heat of Suguru slowly pressing into him from behind and pulling back out again, he can’t find any other words.

“You’re squeezing me real good, baby.” He sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Not gonna last much longer like this.” He says, letting his head fall back for just a moment before he hears Satoru speak up. His hair tickles the skin of his back as he looks up.

“I’m close too.” Satoru manages to get out, turning his head further back over his shoulder to look at Suguru. Seeing the look on Suguru’s face is nearly enough to send him over the edge; the way his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are full of lust, but also full of complete love and adoration.

Without warning, Suguru reaches around and wraps his hand around Satoru’s cock that’s begging for attention. “Ah,” Satoru cries out at the sudden sensation, “Shiiit.” He was already close without this, but Suguru’s warm hand wrapped around him, pumping at the same rate he pushes into him from behind sends him even closer. He can feel as Suguru’s cock twitches inside of him, letting him know that he’s close as well.

Hunched over him, Suguru’s chest is pressed against Satoru’s back. “You gonna cum for me baby? Let me hear those pretty noises of yours?” Suguru asks, his voice slightly whiny as he tries to talk, nearing his own orgasm as well. Satoru can’t do anything but answer with hums and moans, his mind too scrambled by the pleasure filling his entire body. His thrusts don’t speed up, but Satoru cries out as he feels him go deeper somehow, hitting the sweet spot deep inside him perfectly over and over again.

Suguru can easily tell that Satoru’s nearing his climax. He has the same tells every time, which makes it easy for Suguru to know. He keeps his same pace, angling his hips perfectly to hit the same spot over and over again, knowing it’ll send him over the edge. He feels as Satoru’s squeezing around him, making it harder to maintain the same pace, but doing it anyway. “Shit, baby, ‘m cumming.” He lets out, his voice raspy as his eyes uncontrollably roll back.

Reaching back to grab at Suguru’s hand, Satoru feels his legs start to give out underneath himself. Suguru lets go of Satoru’s cock and grabs his hand instead, lacing their fingers tightly together while also managing to help hold him up with his other arm, continuing to slowly fuck him through both of their orgasms. Satoru feels the familiar warmth inside of him as he tips over the edge. He swears he sees stars as he cries out, still with his head over his shoulder watching Suguru. “Nngh, fuuck Sugu-” He mewls, his legs shaking underneath the weight of his own body as he cums onto the floor below.

Suguru finally stills his hips, starting to slowly pull out before Satoru stops him, both of them still breathing hard. “Not yet please… Just stay like this for a little longer.” He pleas, his breath shaky as he speaks, turning his face back towards the window. His hot breath fogs up the glass in front of him, something that he knows he’ll have to clean the handprints off of later.

Suguru smiles at his request, staying inside of him for a few extra moments while he starts to go soft once again. When he finally pulls out, the white sticky substance drips out of Satoru down onto the floor. I’ll deal with that later. Satoru stands up, pushing himself off of the window and turns around to immediately wrap his arms around Suguru’s shoulders. Their hot skin sticks together as Sguru reciprocates and wraps his own arms around Satoru’s torso, holding him close. “You okay?” He coos softly, his voice delicate and caring.

“Yeah.” Satoru says, smiling against the skin of Suguru’s shoulder. “Not sure if I can move from right here, though.” He says, pulling a chuckle from Suguru.

“Need me to carry you?” Suguru asks, already knowing the answer. Satoru nods his head and Suguru carries him into the bathroom, turning on the bath with one hand before setting him down once again. Satoru keeps his hold around Suguru’s shoulders, sure that if he lets go, his legs will collapse underneath him. “I love you.” Suguru whispers against Satoru’s neck before he presses a soft kiss underneath his ear.

“I love you too.” He whispers in response, exhausted smiles on both of their faces.

Once the tub is about halfway full, Suguru helps Satoru in and helps him sit down. He lays back and sighs at the feeling of the hot water soothing his muscles. “I’ll be right back.” Suguru says, leaning down to press a kiss to Satoru’s forehead before turning to head out of the bathroom.

“Wait!” Satoru cries out, grabbing his wrist just before he hurries away. Suguru turns back, looking down at Satoru where he sits with a waiting look. “Don’t leave yet.”

“Baby, I was just gonna go get you some water.” Suguru explains, looking down at Satoru with his white hair stuck to his forehead, his skin still all sweaty and flushed.

“There’s plenty of water right here.” Satoru says, pouting.

“You know what I meant.” Suguru says, shaking his head with a smile. “I won’t be more than a minute. Promise.” He looks into Satoru’s pleading eyes, the blue in them practically sparkling up at him.

Satoru looks up at him with a grin and lets go of his wrist. “Sixty. Fifty-nine. Fifty-eight. Fifty-seven- you better get going, your time is running out quickly- Fifty-six.” Satoru starts counting down, looking up at Suguru with raised brows as he continues. Suguru chuckles and shakes his head before turning out and heading to the kitchen. He quickly fills up a glass of water and takes a sip for himself before he grabs a couple mochi from the fridge that they had received as a gift from Shoko celebrating their last day. He takes a bite out of what turns out to be a matcha flavored one and leaves the pink colored one for Satoru as he makes his way back to the bathroom.

As he passes back through the bedroom door, he can still hear Satoru loudly counting. He chuckles to himself, unable to keep the smile from his face. “Seven. Six. Five. Four. Th- Oh, look, right on time.” Satoru says, looking up at Suguru with an almost sleepy looking smile, and then a happily surprised look when he sees the mochi in his hand. Suguru sets the glass of water on the table next to the tub and hands the mochi that he hadn’t eaten off to Satoru.

“Who’s that one for?” Satoru asks, completely serious as he’s looking at the mochi Suguru has in his hand for himself. The water is a light blue, stemming from a small blob that still fizzles in the middle of the tub. The bath bomb that Satoru had added in makes the water smell faintly like lemon, as well as lavender.

Suguru clicks his tongue. “Baby, I want you to think long and hard about the question you just asked me.” Suguru says as he steps into the tub, sitting up against the edge opposite from Satoru. His hair floats on top of the water until it finally sinks, flowing around like a jellyfish’s tentacles under the light blue-colored water..

Satoru furrows his brows up at him as he watches him sit down facing him. He takes a bite of the mochi Suguru handed him and twists his mouth to the side, seeming to be thinking. “Well, seeing as it’s just the two of us, it’s obviously another one for me, right?”

Suguru raises his eyebrows at Satoru as he takes a second bite out of the mochi. Satoru’s face turns into a disappointed pout that Suguru ignores while he turns off the faucet, finally feeling his muscles start to relax at the resolve of the hot water. “You’re acting like these weren’t a gift for both of us.” Suguru states with a smug grin. “What flavor did you get?” The room is finally quiet around them, nothing but the sounds of the water quietly rippling as they move.

Satoru stares at him for a moment, narrowing his eyes before smiling and taking a second bite. “Strawberry, do you wanna try?” He asks, holding it out in front of him for Suguru to take the last little bit.

“Here, you take mine.” Suguru trades with him and they both try the others, popping the last bite into their mouths. The water quietly ripples around them as they move, along with some bubbles that Satoru must have added as well while Suguru was away. Their legs are slotted in between each other and they both rest one hand on the other's leg. Suguru runs his fingers over Satoru’s skin beneath the water. “The strawberry’s good.” Suguru says with a soft smile, feeling Satoru doing the same on his leg.

“This is good too, is it matcha?” Satoru asks, tilting his head to the side. Suguru nods his head in response, smiling softly across the way at Satoru. They sit quietly for a moment, just relaxing until Satoru speaks up again. “So they’re paying for a place for us to stay while we’re there?” Satoru asks, referring to the company that he no longer works for.

“They’re paying for a place for me to stay. You’re just lucky I’m letting you tag along.” Suguru teases.

“Oh whatever. You don’t even know what you’d do without me for six months.” Satoru teases back with a dramatic roll of his eyes.

Suguru smiles silently, thinking of trying to deny it, but he knows he’s right. “Yeah… I’m really happy you’re coming with me though, baby.”

“Me too. I’d go crazy if I didn’t get to sleep next to you for that long.” Satoru says and Suguru is sure that he’s telling the truth because he feels the same way. “Are you gonna miss it?” Satoru asks, his thumb still grazing lightly over the skin of Suguru’s leg underneath the water.

“I’m definitely gonna miss it.” He says, looking down with a half-smile. “I’m gonna miss being able to work with my best friends every day.” Satoru smiles back at him, but has a slightly sad look on his face. “I’m really excited for this new job, but I’m definitely gonna miss that the most.” He thinks back on the past year he’s had here and everything that’s happened. "It’s all just a little bittersweet” Suguru looks across the tub into Satoru’s eyes with a soft gaze, hoping to comfort him the best he can. “At least I have you to come home to every day.”

Satoru smiles at his last comment, thinking about it as well. “I’m really gonna miss giving you paperwork with little notes on them.”

“Baby, you can still write me notes, you know that right?” Suguru points out, angling his head to the side as he says it.

“But we don’t work together anymore.” Satoru shoots back, his bottom lip stuck out slightly after he says it.

“Yeah, but we live together, you don’t have to pout about it you big baby” Suguru says playfully, watching as Satoru plays with the bubbles that sit on top of the water in front of him. There’s a long pause while Satoru is seemingly thinking through his words for a moment. Suguru looks down at the water, watching the way his hand looks underneath the surface with a content look on his face.

“Sugu… Why don’t we just get married?” Satoru blurts out, sitting up slightly. The water ripples away from him towards Suguru who looks right back at him with a tender smile.

“Okay.” Suguru answers without even a second thought.

Satoru furrows his brows and scrunches his nose, the corners of his mouth slightly downturned. “Suguru, I was being serious”

“So was I.” The feeling he has is one of confidence. He’d never been so sure of anything before, and he had no reason to hide it so he didn’t. Suguru didn’t think whatsoever before answering, already knowing exactly what he wanted to do with his life.

Satoru stares at him for a moment, completely dumbfounded that he agreed to something that Satoru was joking about and wasn’t even a hundred percent serious about. Yeah, he wanted to get married eventually, but Suguru just moved in. He didn’t want him to feel like he was pushing him, but he agreed on his own accord and he did it quickly.

“Really?” Satoru asks, his voice quiet and sweet, unsure if Suguru is being completely serious.

“Why would I lie about that? Baby, of course I want to marry you.” Suguru says like it’s common knowledge. His voice is warm when he speaks, finally making Satoru start to believe that he’s being serious.

Satoru looks back with furrowed brows and a frown. “Well how was I supposed to know that if you didn’t tell me?” He’s not actually upset, more so just surprised.

“Toru, I agreed to move in with you, don’t you think that’s a good enough hint?” Suguru asks, but the face Satoru makes back at him makes him think that it definitely was not enough of a hint.

“Suguru, that’s another one of those things that you have to tell me.” Satoru chuckles lightly as he says it, moving across and repositioning himself in between Suguru’s legs. He lays with his back against his chest and rests his hand on Suguru’s thigh underneath the water.

“I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, baby.” Suguru whispers into his neck, sending a shiver up Satoru’s spine even in the hot water. He presses a kiss to Satoru’s temple as he’s resting his head back against his chest. “Of course I want to marry you.”

“This time, it’s okay. But next time you have something to tell me, I don’t want you to wait.” Satoru chides, poking him in the leg.

“Deal.” Suguru says, resting his chin in the crook of Satoru’s neck, sitting silently for a second, his cheeks warm from the water. “So, when did you plan on us getting married, hmm?” He asks quietly with a slight tease in his tone.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d just agree, so I hadn’t really thought about it yet.” Satoru admits, playing with Suguru’s fingers at the surface of the water. Suguru smiles as he just watches for a moment, the gears turning quickly in his head.

“How about-'' He starts, stopping for a moment with his mouth ajar, his breath hitched in his throat as he’s thinking carefully about his next words, “-we wait until I'm done with training and get back home. Then, I’ll take us somewhere nice and we can have a nice vacation and everything.”

“I think you mean honeymoon?”

“Okay, yes- honeymoon.” Suguru says with a smile on his face just hearing the word come out of each of their mouths.

Satoru seems to think for a second before he speaks up again. “Can we do it right when we get back?”

Suguru lets out a sigh, knowing that it can’t be right when they get back. He’s nervous that Satoru is going to be unhappy, but tells him anyway. “I get two weeks off at the beginning of September.” He hears and feels Satoru take a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. Is he going to be disappointed?

Satoru cranes his neck and brings his hand up and behind Suguru’s head, pulling him in for a soft kiss, subtle smiles on both of their lips as they come together. After a moment, Satoru pulls back and whispers one word against Suguru’s lips, his own curving into an excited smile.

“Deal.”

the end (except not actually, im already writing a sequel :) <3 )

#satosugu #stsg #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #office au #4littlefishies #the 36th floor

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under the mistletoe // day 3

content warnings; kissing and probably swearing, I don't remember tbh <3

a/n; okay re-reading this one lowkey killed me... I feel like it's SO cringy and bad??? but it's too late now! despite my self-consciousness, I hope you guys enjoy <3

word count; 2k

(this fic takes place after they have gotten together)

12 days masterlist

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"You're kidding," Matty says with a crestfallen look on his face. Currently, he looked similar to a 10-year-old being told they weren't getting a puppy for Christmas. But Matty would attest that he had it much, much worse.

"Nope!" You say popping the p as you finish. "Matty, it's Christmas. You can only kiss me if we see a mistletoe!”

Matty scoffed at your words, “as if you are going to be able to resist kissing me until we are under the mistletoe, I give it a minimum 2 days before you do those pouty ‘please kiss me lips’ and beg me” he said confidently.

“Pfft. I won't kiss you without mistletoe until Christmas day. You underestimate my stubbornness, my dear” You pat Matty's head consideningly.

“Wanna bet?” he smirks, leaning slightly closer to your face.

You lean closer too, watching Matty’s eyes flick down to your lips the nearer you get, “deal. If I win, you make me breakfast every day next week. And if you win, I'll do the same.” You narrow your eyes at matty, challenging him.

Matty nods quickly, now unabashedly staring at your lips. “One last kiss for luck?” he asks as if he is doing you a favour, rather than yearning for one last kiss.

You teasingly lean in but snap away just before your lips touch, “ah ah ah, no mistletoe. Those are the rules i'm afraid love" You pout at Matty teasingly before spinning on your heels and walking away.

You knew it would be a matter of seconds before he came following, and sure enough, a few seconds later, you heard the sound of footsteps coming behind you into the kitchen.

The water in the kettle is just beginning to boil when you feel a pair of hands sliding over your hips and meeting on your stomach.

Matty's curls tickle your face as he presses his face into your neck, leaving open-mouth kisses at your pulse point and working down your neck. You hum and lean back into him, loving the feeling of his warmth behind you.

His head smoothly slides out from your neck, and his hands slither from your stomach to your waist. He grips and spins you around. Pressing your back onto the kitchen counter with a dizzying pressure. His red kiss-bitten lips were already pouting at you, teasing you. But you were committed. As was Matty.

“C'mon baby, why won't you give your poor boyfriend a kiss?” Matty says, leaning in and pressing kisses to your cheeks. You smile at his actions, seeing right through his sweet facade.

“Oh, I will,” you say, and you've never seen Matty move quicker. He shoots back with wide eyes.

“Really?” Matty was shocked you would fold so easily, sure he'd have a battle on his hands.

You lean close to Matty and brush your noses together, exchanging desperate breaths between the two of you. Softly, you whisper, “Yup, as soon as you catch me under some mistletoe, I’m all yours” You smirk and spin around to finish making your drink.

You hear Matty grumble and shuffle away, annoyed that his pretty boy tactic hadn't worked. But he was gonna catch you. He's determined to win.

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It was a few hours later and suspiciously quiet in the Healy house, you tiptoe around every corner, preparing for Matty to leap out with mistletoe in his hands. The cold concrete on the floor radiates through your feet as you creep through the corridors. You walk past each painting on the wall and, for the first time, really look at a few of them. Matty has interesting taste in art, that's for sure.

As you approach Annie's room, you start to hear hushed voices speaking so you sneak up and listen intently. The warm glow of the light filters into the hall from a crack in the door.

You manage to peek in and see Matty sitting on the floor with Annie standing over him, fiddling with his hair. He has various clips and bows hidden in his curls, Annie having recently fallen in love with playing hairdressers. She will have your hair in her hands as soon as you are within reaching distance.

Most times, he begrudgingly agrees and ends up sitting on the floor with his daughter's hands raking through his curls and carefully placing glitter clips and hairbands. She studies his whole head carefully, thoughtfully placing each item and moving them around until she gets the look she's going for.

Matty once came into the studio with a glittery butterfly clip still caught in his hair, which earned him endless teasing for the whole session.

The teasing continued until the next time Annie came in, she promptly sat Ross down and did nothing but focus on playing with his hair for about 45 minutes. Adam and George were suddenly very happy for their short locks, watching in fits of laughter at Ross’ disgruntled face as Annie placed yet another hair clip in.

So it was a normal sight for you to see, Matty's hair full of accessories and Annie's tongue sticking out with her focused face as she styled him. What you weren't accustomed to was the topic of conversation; you.

“So you know Daddy really likes to kiss y/n?” Matty says, wincing at the pain of Annie tugging particularly hard at one curl to get it to stay in place.

Annie pauses what she is doing before saying, “Yes Daddy it's yucky. But you have to be quiet if im doing your hair. I can't focus!” she says exasperatedly, throwing her hands up dramatically.

“Okay im sorry, baby, but I need your help to play a little trick on her. Do you want to help?” he asks, placing his hands on his daughter's waist and pulling her into his lap.

She fiddles with his curls as she thinks, even using one finger to tap her chin pensively. “Hmm, what would the trick be? Would it make her sad?”

Matty smiles at his daughter's caring nature. It makes his heart happy knowing his two girls love each other so deeply. Knowing the two people he cared most about had such a connection was one of Matty's favourite things.

He knows the way he and you met wasn't the most ideal circumstance, but the connection it gave you with Annie was worth any trouble it caused.

“No sweetheart, in fact, it would make her happy. You know how she smiles after I give her a kiss?” Annie tentatively nods, and Matty continues, “Well there's this thing at Christmas that grown-ups do called mistletoe, and if you go under it together, you have to kiss the other person.”

Annie's face immediately crumples into a disgusted look that has Matty lightly laughing and squeezing her sides, “don't worry, peanut, you won't ever have to do it if you don’t want to.” her face lights back up, and Matty secretly hopes she doesn't participate in the tradition until she's at least 30.

“y/n has said she’ll only kiss me if I catch her under the mistletoe, so I want you to help me surprise her with one. How does that sound?” he looks down at Annie, whose eyes are sparkling with mischief already.

God, she really was his daughter.

She nods excitedly, and Matty starts tickling her all over, telling her all about how fun their secret spy missions are going to be.

You sneak back to the kitchen, grinning to yourself at the idea of Matty roping in his daughter just so he can kiss you. You have to give it to him, he's definitely determined.

Just as you're finishing off some tea for you and Matty, you feel a familiar pair of hands slide around your waist. A wave of deja vu washes over you as they do.

“No ill intentions this time, baby, I swear. Just wanted to touch my girl” Matty says softly into your ear before hugging you properly from the back, putting his head in your neck and breathing in your perfume as he does. He thinks that scent might be the most soothing one in the world.

Matty never told you this, but once he found out what perfume you wear, he bought some for himself. He somehow convinced himself that it wasn't creepy or stalker-like, that he simply liked the smell. But when it wasn't on you, it didn't feel the same. It didn't have the same all-encompassing warmth behind it.

“Well, let’s go cuddle on the sofa, my love. Just no kissing,” you say, leaning back into Matty with your eyes closed in bliss. As you turn in his arms and meet his eyes, you teasingly wag your finger at him. He simply looks at you with enough love to make you dizzy.

The two of you plod your way over to the sofa, clearly ready to relax. As Matty sits down, he lifts his arm for you to wiggle into his side. As you lean your head on his chest and burrow your nose in, you feel him relax, and you audibly sigh. The comfort overtakes you, and you fall asleep burrowed into his side, your tea forgotten once Matty drapes a blanket over you.

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A few hours later, you awake to the sound of rushed whispers and giggles. You keep your eyes closed and try and discern what's happening around you.

“Okay, Annie. Now is the time. Go and get the mistletoe from the kitchen side. And make sure to be really quiet, okay? It's a secret mission, and we want y/n to stay asleep” Matty whispers carefully.

“Okay,” says Annie, trying her best to stay hushed but her excitement can't help but leak into her voice, you hear her small footsteps trailing away and briefly consider getting up and running away.

But now that Matty has roped Annie in, you can't help but let them win. You weren't going to complain about kissing your boyfriend again. Even the past few hours felt like torture, and the loss of the gentle kisses you shared was worse than you imagined.

You had come to learn Matty's way of showing love was stolen touches. If he could stay attached to you, you're sure he would. Every time he passes you, you get a kiss on the crown of your head or a gentle brush on your back.

If you were out with him, his hand would be in yours. But on the odd occasion he couldn't hold your hand fully, he would simply link your pinky fingers together. He needed a reminder that you were there. You were connected to him.

Despite being together for a little while now, every touch still felt electrified to Matty. He went so long without being able to touch you, and now he could do it whenever he wanted.

So he did.

He does it subconsciously. Even in bed he’ll stroke your arm until he falls asleep. And as Annie skulks around the kitchen, he does the same thing, tracing your arm with a featherlight touch.

You hear the pitter-patter of Annie's feet running back in and wait patiently until you feel her standing over you to flutter your eyes open and act shocked. The gasp escapes your lips just as laughter escapes Annies. Matty smiles down at you, too, looking quite proud of himself for his seemingly master plan.

“You didn't even manage to last a day, my love. What a shame. you're going to have to kiss me now” he says, shrugging his shoulders and leaning in.

“Oh you two are cheeky, well if I have to” Your stress on the word only pulls more giggles from Annie and earns you a disparaging head shake from Matty.

You and Matty only share a small peck with Annie there, although you can feel Matty’s tongue poke at your lips instinctively before pulling back for an innocent kiss.

Annie cheers as Matty leans in to hug you, just as you're settling in his arms you feel his hot breath on your neck and hear him whisper, “I knew you were awake that whole time by the way. Just couldn't resist kissing me, hmm?”

You pull back with a smirk and press another kiss to his cheek brazenly, winking at him as you do.

#christmas75 #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fic #teacher au!#might delete this one later...#or at least private it #idkkkkkk

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Best Years | J.M.

note: the fact that there is no marino content on this app should be a crime. this was inspired by Best Years by 5sos

summary: y/n has to leave john behind in order to follow her dreams. can they find their way back to each other?

warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol and throwing up

wc: 1.5K

You've got a million reasons to hesitate

But darlin', the future's better than yesterday

I wasted so much time on people that reminded me of you

Gave you a million reasons to walk away

Meeting John at a bar in Pittsburgh on a rare night out seemed like fate but you knew it was a temporary situation. John’s focus was on hockey, playing for the Penguins, and yours was on finishing your degree at your parents orders and getting the hell out of town.

Hooking up with him turned into late night facetimes and texts when he was out of town. John wore his heart on his sleeve and warned you early on that he was falling for you. You told him your relationship had an expiration date, once you graduated you were gone.

He agreed, even though it hurt him to think of you as someone temporary in his life. The day of your college graduation, he showed up in a nice suit holding a large bouquet of flowers. He cheered you on as you walked across the stage and in return, you broke up with him.

He was devastated but you reminded him that the two of you were always going to end that way. You didn’t allow yourself to dwell on how you were feeling, you just packed your bags and moved to New York City, determined to become a dancer and prove your parents wrong.

Things were rough at first, grinding away at two different jobs in between auditions. You were always so busy that it took a while for you to realize how much you actually missed him. Once you did, you tried filling the void with other guys that seem to resemble John in one way or another.

He was always your biggest supporter and when you book your first Broadway show, he’s the first person you want to call. You haven’t talked to him in months and you wouldn’t blame him if he never wants to hear from you again but you find yourself calling anyway.

Not only does he pick up the phone, but the two of you talk for hours. He just got traded to the New Jersey Devils and now lives twenty-five minutes away from you. At the end of the conversation, you agree to meet up for dinner to catch up.

I wanna hold your hair when you drink too much

Carry you home when you cannot stand up

You did all these things for me when I was half a man for you

I wanna hold your hand while we're growing up

For the last six weeks, the two of you have been talking non-stop. You’ve gone to a couple of his games, sitting down by the ice wearing his jersey. You’re both taking things slow, easing your way back into friendship. You know you hurt him and he’s a little more guarded with his heart this time around.

John comes to opening night with Dawson and Jack in tow. When the show is over, he finds you backstage with a large bouquet of flowers in hand. You can tell he’s nervous when you greet him with a kiss on the cheek. He’s probably thinking about the last time he brought you flowers.

“Hey, you were amazing.” He smiles at you before handing you the flowers. “These are for you.”

“You’re the sweetest, Johnny.” You can’t help but grin as you bring the flowers to your nose to smell them. “But I was only a member of the entourage.”

“But you were the most beautiful one up there.” He blushes as he says it, immediately thinking he’s overstepped.

“Y/n, is your boyfriend coming to the after party?” Lylah, one of the other dancers, asks you.

You and John talk at the same time. “Oh, he’s not my-”

“I’m here with my friends-”

“If they're half as cute as you honey, I'd love for them to come.” Lylah winks at John before walking away and you feel a little bubble of jealousy in your gut as you turn your head to look at him.

“If you have plans that’s okay.” You tell him.

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Do you want me there?”

Your heart squeezes at the double meaning of his words. “Of course I do.” You’ve already messed this up once, you’re not going to push him away again.

John, Jack, and Dawson head to the club with you and your friends to celebrate your opening night. Everyone notices that John doesn’t let go of your hand but no one mentions it since the two of you seem to be pointedly ignoring it.

As the night progresses, the pull you feel for John gets stronger and stronger. You want him to hold you in his arms like he did before you ruined everything but you know you can’t ask that of him anymore so you drink instead.

When you seem to be having trouble walking on your own, John calls it a night. He doesn’t want to overstep with you, but he also wants to make sure you get home safely. “Y/n, where are your keys?” He asks you as he helps you out of the bar. Jack left a little while ago with a girl so Dawson helps him hold you up.

“Wanna go with you, Johnny.” You mumble as you rest your head on his shoulder.

John bites his lip, debating on if he wants to go through your purse or not. He could easily take you with him to his apartment but it’ll kill him in the morning when you leave. “I’m gonna get you home, y/n.”

You look over at Dawson with squinty eyes. “The tequila comin’ back.” Dawson barely has time to step out of the way before you’re puking on the sidewalk. John grabs your hair and uses his hand to hold it in a ponytail as your body heaves your stomach contents up.

“It’s okay.” He whispers to you as you start to cry. “You’re okay.” He wipes the tears from your cheek with his thumb as he decides to bring you to his place. He’s not sure if your roommates are home and he doesn’t want to leave you alone in the state you’re in.

“Mmm so sorry Daw-son.” You mumble as you fully lean into John’s side.

“It’s alright.” He smiles at you reassuringly. “I’ve watched hockey players do keg stands. You’re fine.”

John ends up giving you a piggyback ride to where Dawson’s car is parked and he sits in the backseat with you as the three of you go to New Jersey. He gives you some of his clothes to sleep in and you manage to change into them yourself before passing out in his bed. He makes sure you’re comfortable on your side before taking his pillow and going to sleep on the couch.

But I'll build a house out of the mess

And all the broken pieces

I'll make up for all of your tears

I'll give you the best years

The first thing you do when you wake up in the morning in a strange room with men’s clothes on is panic. You have no memory of leaving the club or flirting with any guys. Your stomach rolls with nausea at the thought of you hooking up with someone-anyone that isn’t John. He was with you last night. Did he watch you leave with someone else? He’s never going to talk to you again.

You hear footsteps in the hallway and quickly close your eyes, not yet ready to meet whatever stranger is going to be walking through the door.

“Y/n?” A familiar voice says your name softly as you hear the door open. “Are you awake?”

You open your eyes to see John standing beside the bed watching you with concern. “John? Oh, god. What did I do?” You sit up quickly which seems to be a bad idea, and John quickly picks up a garbage can from the floor so you can dry heave into it.

“Nothing happened, y/n.” He explains as he holds your hair back for you. “You were drunk and I brought you here so I knew you were alright.”

You start crying again from his kindness. “I’m so sorry I fucked everything up between us.” You tell him. “I never meant to hurt you. You were the best thing in my life. I just had to get away from my parents and prove I could do it-”

You start sobbing so hard that he gets in bed beside you and pulls you to his chest. “It’s alright, y/n. You told me from day one that that’s how it was going to be. I fell in love with you anyway.”

“Do you-” You hiccup. “Do you think you could love me again?”

He smiles and kisses the top of your head. “I never stopped loving you.”

You pull your tear-stained face away from his body to look at him. “Can I be your girlfriend again?”

He smirks because you never referred to yourself as his girlfriend before but now doesn’t seem like the right time to say that. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want to be, I'm yours.”

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writingutshipficscuzimbored · 29 days

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An Unholy Alliance

Fandom: undertale AUs

AUs: underfell & storyfell

Ship: uf!Sans x ssf!Chara

Slight nsfw warning

Chapter Five: Totus Tuus

Over the next week, Chara and Sans continued building their relationship further as they worked on the device, their constant flirtatious remarks, comments, and teasing making them both wonder if any productivity was happening at all.

It's nearing the end of the day, Sans finishes welding the last plate onto the locator device, as Chara works on the wiring that’ll connect it to the inter-dimensional teleporter.

Sans lets out a sigh of relief, as he leans back in his chair.

Chara looks over to him. “All tired out, handsome?” They ask, with their signature grin.

“yeah. that was torture. but i think it’s done” He responds in an exasperated tone, Chara's flirtatious remarks not flustering him nearly as much as they once did. “how 'bout you? nearly done?” He asks.

Chara takes a step back to compare the blueprint with the wire's current state. “Almost, I think I can finish this up in a couple minutes.” They say, as they get back to work. “Say,” they begin, attempting to make small talk, “you never told me about what experiments you and Alphys did. Mind explaining?” They ask.

Sans chuckles to himself, “ya really wanna know, sweetheart?” He asks.

Chara sighs, and looks back over to him, “They can’t be worse than what I’ve been through, lay them on me.”

“alright. alright.” Sans begins, giving in to their wishes, “first there was the determination experiments…” He begins.

“Elaborate.” Chara simply says.

“i’m surprised alph didn't tell ya about- actually no i’m not, secretive bitch.” He begins, laughing under his breath. “we used a device to extract determination from human souls, and we started injecting shit with the stuff.”

Chara stops working, turning to face him, fully invested.

Sans continues. “first it was a flower, and it came to fuckin life and escaped. that’s why that annoying softie exists. it doesn’t help that we used a lot, so then it got control over the timeline. and-.” He shakes his head, “sorry, i’m getting off topic. next we injected monsters, turns out if a monster doesn’t have enough physical mass they basically melt.”

Chara's eyes widen in shock, “I see. That’s… something alright.” They comment, “I’m guessing these experiments took place in the hidden lab, or whatever it’s called?” They ask. “Never got the chance to go down there.”

“that is correct.” Sans replies, nodding. “place is a massive labyrinth. didn’t help that she just left the melted monsters down there. eventually they started fusing together. and now we call them the amalgamates.”

Chara pauses in response, thinking. “You said they melt if they don’t have enough physical mass… what if they do?” They ask.

Sans takes a deep breath, “if they have enough physical mass, or it is a small enough dose. they become extremely powerful.” He explains, fiddling with the welder on the table. “however, it has one major cost… they basically become rabid in response. almost mindless, and animalistic.” He adds, “some monsters can possess it naturally. for example, undyne.”

“Well, that explains what happened there.” Chara comments with a half-laugh. “What other horrid experiments are you two responsible for?”

Sans laughs, “honestly, the others are pretty tame compared to that one. so I’m not even gonna bother explaining them.” He responds.

“Fair enough.” Chara responds, as they get back to working on the wires.

Once Chara finishes, they step back, and admire their work. “So,” they begin, “how much more do you think we have to do?” They ask.

Sans stands up and scratches his head, “uhhh… i think we should be done tomorrow.” He states.

“Alright.” Chara responds; walking over to Sans, kissing him on the head, and embracing him in a hug.

Sans enjoys the hug for several moments, but soon his smile fades. “do… you really have to go?” He asks, “you're happy here and i feel complete with you here…” he adds, eyes closing.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Chara responds, rubbing Sans' skull with their hand, “I have a family at home who needs me, and I can’t just abandon them.” They explain, placing another kiss on his skull. “I wish… it didn’t have to be this way… but- alas.”

Sans looks down, forcing back tears, “i know… i know…” he responds in a somber tone. “i love you.”

“I love you too.” Chara responds, as they part.

They look into each other’s eyes for a long moment, before Sans speaks up, his grin returning. “actually chara, i have something for you.” He says, as he walks over to his workbench.

“For me? How delightful.” Chara responds, showing a smile.

Sans picks up a beautiful wooden case, walking back over to Chara and presenting it to them. “here ya are.” He says.

Chara giggles to themselves, as they open the box.

Inside is a beautiful, golden collar covered in floral designs. Chara gasps, “Sans!” They exclaim in pure joy, “It’s beautiful! Thank you!”

Sans laughs, “c'mon, take it” he says.

Chara picks the collar up, inspecting it from every angle, noticing a name on the side “Aureus”, which Chara summed up to be the monster who created it. They admire the beautifully etched and decorated floral patterns on the gold body, not able to wipe the smile off their face.

“I love it!” They exclaim, wrapping Sans in another hug, “Thank you so much.”

Sans chuckles, “I’m glad you like it, sweetheart.” As they part he looks back to them. “You gonna put it on?” He asks, impatiently.

Without a word, Chara loosens their choker so that it hung low, like a necklace. Then proceeds to put the collar on. “It feels… wonderful!” They say, excitedly.

Chara chuckles to themselves, “So, I’m guessing this truly makes me *yours*, huh?” They ask with a grin.

“all mine.” Sans replies, “and…” he pauses, “plus, it’ll give you something to remember me by.” He adds, trying his best to hide his sadness.

Chara bends down to meet his eye level, “You know I would never forget you Sans, even without the collar.” They respond, reassuringly. “But still… thank you.”

“yeah… you’re welcome.” He responds. “alright, it’s late as hell… let’s go to bed.” He says, waving in the direction of the stairs.

“Right, better get rest for tomorrow.” Chara responds, following him.

As they enter back into the main floor of the house, Chara starts walking over to the couch, while Sans walks towards the stairs.

“where do you think you’re going?” Sans asks, looking over to them. “it’s our last night together. why not make it count?” He asks, with a wink.

Chara looks back to him with a mischievous grin, “I think I like where this is going,” they say under their breath before following him upstairs.

Sans opens the door to his messy room, tossing his jacket aside, and sitting down on his lazily placed mattress.

Chara follows suit, placing their jacket on his dresser, and joining him on the bed. “So,” they begin, “you said I’m ‘all yours’, right?” They ask as they take off their shirt.

“yeah, that’s is correct.” Sans responds, with an excited grin.

Chara chuckles to themselves, tossing their shirt back with their jacket. “Why don’t you prove that to me?” They ask in a seductive tone, “I want to feel that I’m yours.”

Sans says nothing, instead, he pushes them down against the mattress, and bites down hard into their neck and shoulder, with a possessive growl.

Chara lets out a soft moan as the pain passes through them, ending in quiet laughter. “Yes. That’s it.” They say through their closed teeth, beyond pleased as the blood flows down their shoulder.

Sans backs up, his eyes full of desire. “and I have plenty more where that came from, along with much more… exciting things.” He says, grabbing ahold of their shoulders.

“Just what I want to hear.” Chara responds, licking their lips.

The next day went by fast to say the least. Breakfast, and lunch flew by, before they knew it- they were putting in the final touches for the device.

Sans types on the keyboard, doing one final check to make sure everything was in order. The locator device was able to get the universal coordinates for Chara's universe using a sample of their blood. All that was left now was to send them home.

Sans finishes typing, pushing his chair back away from the terminal, and standing up. “i think that’s it.” He says, “now we just have to wait for this thing to power up, and we should be golden.” He adds.

“Excellent.” Chara responds, grabbing Sans and pulling him into a hug.

Sans returns the hug, he tries to enjoy it, but his eyes keep getting drawn back to the machine.

Chara tilts Sans' head up with their hand, looking into his eyes. “Is everything okay, Sans?” They ask, concerned.

“uh… yeah…” He responds, “I’m just… really going to miss you… a lot…” he adds, saddened.

Chara hugs him tightly, “I’m going to miss you too. So much.” They respond.

As they part, Sans stands silently. “can you gimme a moment, please?” He asks.

Chara flashes him a smile, “Of course, Sans.” They reply.

“thanks” Sans says, pulling up a chair and sitting down for a couple moments, his eye flashing; all while Chara looks over him, concerned.

Their moment of silence is cut off, when the machine makes a loud ding, signaling that it’s fully charged.

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Sans stands up, and embraces Chara. “so… this is goodbye, sweetheart?” He asks with tears in his eyes.

Chara plants one last passionate kiss on his forehead, “unfortunately, it is, my lover.” They respond, silently crying.

They hug silently for several minutes. Eventually they part, looking into each other’s tear filled eyes.

Sans looks down, “alright, let’s get this over with.” He says.

Chara simply nods, walking over to the machine. Sans silently watches as they get ready to step onto the teleport platform.

Chara steps onto the platform, about to turn around, when suddenly… eight sharp, red bones stab clean through the device, destroying it.

They freeze, in complete and utter shock. They turn around to face Sans, seeing his orange and yellow flashing eye. “Sans, what the hell are you doing?!” They loudly ask, demanding an answer.

“i can’t let you leave chara, you mean so much to me.” He says, in a cold tone. “i am nothing without you. you complete me. you’re everything to me.” He announces, loudly.

Chara grits their teeth, “I need to go home, Sans!” They yell, “I know you love me. I love you too. But you can’t do this.”

“i will do what i must.” He replies, summoning bones behind him.

Chara's expression goes cold, as they draw their knife from their waist. “Don’t make me do this.” They beg.

“took the words right out of my fuckin mouth.”

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Hi I love your daughter angst story so much. Could you make a angst to comfort daughter story where the Sinclair brothers finally give in and let their teen daughter kill tourists with them but a tourist seriously injured their kid and they’re scared she’s going to die, but she wakes up after a day or two and they have a loving family moment? Thank you! (Ik this one is dark and depressing but I love reading stories that make me cry)

Hello love, thank you so much for this request! I'm always happy to write some angst for you all :)

Hope you'll enjoy this <3

I WANT TO KILL TOO

Warnings: no proof reading, angst/comfort, murders, reader is a killer, violence, fight, blood, a lot of pain.

Lately, you had trained even harder than usual with Bo and Vincent to show them that you were ready to kill people. None of them really enjoyed those training because they didn’t want to hurt you and because they were worried of what you were going to ask them next. It was true you had gotten very good. You could be even quicker than Bo in your movement sometimes and you were almost as good as Vincent with your knives. Bo also taught you how to aim and shoot and you had practised quite a lot lately as well, on your own.

Lester was always a little bit uneasy when he was spotting you fighting with one of his brothers, especially now you had become good at it. At first, it was all fun and cute. You were often falling in your parents arms and giggling. But now, you were deadly serious about this all and your parents were always the ones to tell you it was enough for the day. You would have been able to keep going forever otherwise.

The twins couldn’t deny that you almost kicked their asses this week. Almost. They were still a lot more experienced than you, and a lot stronger. But you learnt how to fight people bigger and stronger than you that way. You felt powerful and you felt ready. You wanted to help your parents with the family business, it was your duty as their heir and only daughter.

You helped dress the table as Bo was finishing to cook the food. You were in a good mood, softly humming to yourself. You had planned everything you were going to tell your parents and you were certain they were going to accept this time.

You finally all sat down at the kitchen table and started to eat in silence because everyone was a little bit tired today. The tourists had been very hard to kill the past few days.

“Wanna help ya” you started.

“With what?” Bo asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“With the tourists! I’ve trained well, haven't I? And I’m good at findin’ people when they’re hiddin'. I’m sure I could’ve been useful last night. And I was worried for ya…” you continued.

Your parents exchanged a look.

“Not sure ’s a good idea, baby” Lester started

“I’m a big girl now, I can do it” you replied with determination “And it’s unfair of y’all to keep me away from the family business! I’m a Sinclair, and I’m workin’ hard to be allowed on a hunt” you pouted.

The twins groaned at that. They could only agree with that kind of reasoning but they weren’t too sure about it still. Vincent was the one who wanted to allow you the most though, because he perfectly understood your will to kill and shed blood.

“The three of us’ll talk 'bout it, and we’ll tell ya tomorrow mornin'. Give us some time to think 'bout it” Bo finally said and you smiled and nodded.

You let the subject go, like a good girl. It was the first time your parents talked that way, so you knew you had a chance to win this.

And you did.

At breakfast, the twins greeted you with a serious look on their expression. Lester wasn’t there. He was the one who voted against it. You were positively shivering in excitement when the twins told you they agreed to let you kill with them next time tourists would come by. But they needed you to obey some rules so they could be certain nothing bad would happen to you.

Rule 1: you had to obey whatever Bo and Vincent were going to tell you, even in the middle of a fight.

Rule 2: you needed to stay with Bo or Vincent pretty much all the time, so they could intervene if something bad was happening.

Rule 3: you were forbidden to play with the tourists. You killed them as quickly as possible and that was it.

You agreed with everything. You were so happy. You ate and rested well that day. The twins really hoped they didn’t make a mistake.

You were with Bo when the tourists arrived. You had been impatient all day, almost thinking no one would come today. And Lester almost didn’t show them the way to Ambrose. He really didn’t like that plan, but the family business needed to keep going and he knew you really wanted to be part of it.

You were in the garage, chatting with your father when you heard voices. You stood up, so excited once again. You stretched to get ready for a fight. You could tell how tense Bo was, more than usual. He brought you closer before the newcomers could hear him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Ya’re careful, baby, 'kay? It’s a not a game and if someone has to get hurt it’s me, not ya.” he whispered to you and you hugged him.

“Don’t worry, father. I’ll do good” you promised but it didn’t really reassure him.

He felt like it was a mistake.

It had been a mistake.

You respected all the rules they gave you, but they didn’t think about one thing: that you would do anything to protect your family.

Anything.

Maybe the twins should have thought about starting with a small and defenceless group of tourists. Those ones were angry and ready to do anything to survive.

Anything.

You managed to kill one girl by slicing her throat open next to the garage. You turned around to look for Bo, hoping he saw you being so good at killing. But Bo was struggling with a man who seemed a lot stronger than him. And another one came from behind and violently hurt his head, making him collapse on the ground. You were so afraid. Not for yourself, but for your father. When the man grabbed the gun and aimed at Bo, you didn’t even think. You put yourself in front of Bo and you stabbed the man as he shot you. You both fell.

You fell on top of the big man and you sliced his throat open to finish him off as you clung at your chest. You wanted to make sure he died before you did. You had never been in so much pain in your life before, it felt like a fire was consuming your chest. You were pretty certain you were going to die, especially when you noticed how quickly you were losing blood. At least, you would die doing what you had wanted the most, you thought, before losing consciousness.

The other man panicked and ran away from the garage. He didn’t want to kill a teen, and he thought you were dead so he forgot about Bo. He ran away. Vincent found him on his path and finished him off too, without a care in the world.

Bo woke up after a few instants. But you didn’t. Blood was all over your clothes, spreading even more with the time passing by. You had cough that red liquid too, tainting your lips in a worrisome way. Your heart beat was so slow when Bo grabbed you.

“No, no, no, don’t do this to me” he whispered to you as he carried you back home.

He didn’t know if there were any tourists left, but he needed to take care of you before it was too late. He cut off your shirt and was terrified. The bullet was so close to your heart. He wasn’t sure how to remove it. Vincent. He needed Vincent’s hands. They were a lot more assured than his, especially for a job like this. Fuck, where was he?

Vincent arrived soon after. He had heard Bo running back home, so he was worried something happened. But he didn’t imagine it would have been that serious. The twins instantly went to work on you. Bo called Lester and asked him to check Ambrose to make sure there was no one else in town. It was rare for Lester to be directly involved in the murders but they had no other choice at the moment. Lester agreed without asking questions, he had heard in Bo’s voice anything he needed to know. He knew things went badly for you.

You were still alive when they finished removing the bullet and sewing the deep wound. You were still breathing when they washed you the best they could. Your heart was still beating when they brought you to your bed.

But they didn’t know for how long.

“It was a mistake. We shouldn’t’ve agreed with that plan” Bo was the first one to say it, because it happened under his watch.

The three men were in your bedroom, watching over you. They couldn’t think about anything else at the moment. They didn’t know what to do to help you. The situation was making them feel sick.

“What happened?” Lester asked

“Ain’t really know. A fucker hit my head and when I came back to reality, two tourists were dead and she'd been shot” he told his brothers

Vincent didn’t comment on the fact you had been able to kill more tourists than Bo. He knew it wasn’t the moment and that he shouldn’t be proud, especially when you were in between life and death. But he was certain that if you survived this, you would be the best killer of all of them.

One of them stayed always with you. They very often checked on the wound. They worried even more when you started to get a fever. If the wound was getting infected, they weren’t too sure what they could do. And they couldn't bring you to the hospital because of… everything. But Lester was eager to rot in prison or even to be sentenced to death by the justice if it meant saving you; the twins were still hoping your body would be strong enough. You had always been in good physical condition, and you were their little fighter. Lester convinced them though and they all agreed that on the third day, they would bring you to hospital. They would lose everything, but at least, there would be a chance to save you, and it was all that mattered.

They spend two awful days, filled with concerns, guilt and fear.

Until you opened your eyes.

Lester was holding your hand, softly stroking it. He was silently praying for you to wake up. This morning, your fever broke so the men had hoped you were doing better. You moved a little which instantly caught Lester’s attention and he came closer to you. You struggled to open your eyes, it felt like your lids were too heavy. At least, the darkness of the night didn’t upset you, like the sun would have.

“Hey, darl” Lester whispered and you turned your head toward his voice.

Your eyes were still blurry so you moved one hand to rub them. You winced in pain, and suddenly you remembered what happened. You almost sat up, if Lester hadn’t prevented you from doing so. You looked up at him with wide open eyes now.

“Father’s ok?” you asked with fear and Lester shushed you and nodded.

“Let me get everyone” he added “Calm down” he softly ordered and you did so.

You felt weak and covered in sweat. You couldn’t wait to get a shower. And to get a bunch of painkillers. And more than anything, to feel better so you could get back on killing people.

Bo and Vincent were cleaning up Ambrose when Lester screamed at them to come over, because you were awake. They ran to your bedroom and Bo was the first one to hug you. He was careful of your wound and quickly checked on you. Vincent hugged you as well and removed his mask to kiss your cheek. Bo and Lester’s eyes held relief and joy. Lester was glad you opened your eyes. Bo was so happy he didn’t fail you and that you were still alive. But you could read something different in Vincent’s eye. He was proud of you. He gently stroked your hair and you leaned into his touch.

They made you drink water and have a little bit of food, before asking you what happened. You told them and Vincent kissed the top of your head at the end of your little story.

“Told ya to not worry 'bout me” Bo told you, even if he was grateful you saved him, a thing he would never admit to anyone.

“I can’t do that” you shook your head as Lester smiled down at you. You had always been such a good daughter to them all. His smile flattered at your next words. “How long do ya think before I can get back on a hunt?” Vincent hid his smirk as Bo facepalmed.

“Ya almost died, wasn’t it enough for ya?” he asked you and Lester nodded at that.

“But I didn’t die. And I killed two tourists. I’m sure I can do better next time, right, dad?” you turned toward Vincent because you felt he was on your side and he nodded, to his brothers’ dismay.

You already did very well, daughter. He signed to you and your eyes lit up.

You had always known Vincent was the most dangerous of them all, and being praised by him meant a lot to you. You hugged him even more.

Because you refused to rest, the men agreed to help you go downstairs and watch a movie with the three of them. You picked a slasher horror film, obviously. Bo brought popcorn and you laid down on the couch, as it was the best position for your wound. As the killer was threatening his victims, you fell asleep like it was a lullaby to your ears. Vincent smiled down at your peaceful face. Lester put a blanket over you and kissed your forehead. Bo watched you with the feeling that maybe it hadn’t been such a mistake.

#house of wax (2005)#house of wax x daughter #house of wax x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x daughter #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x y/n #vincent sinclair x daughter #lester sinclair x daughter #lester sinclair x y/n #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x reader #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x daughter #slasher x y/n

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bluespecs14 · 3 months

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Threads and Bandages

Summary: Davey asks his sister for help to make a gift for Reader.

Warnings: mentions of bandages and (sewing) stitches, possibly ooc characters, use of (Y/N)

Word count: 1,008 words

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“Sarah, I need your help” Davey suddenly announces, breaking the silence in the room.

The girl raises an inquisitive eyebrow, “help with what?”

He goes to sit beside Sarah, pausing to take a breath before speaking again, voice shy but determined, “I want you to teach me how to embroider, please”

Sarah stares at her brother, surprised, before adopting a teasing smirk, “why? You want to make (Y/N) a gift?”

Davey straightens his back, becoming more resolved, “yes, actually. I wanna embroider a handkerchief for her”

“aww look at you being all sweet” Sarah teases, giggling as Davey throws her a look, his cheeks and ears tinged pink. “alright, alright, I’ll help you. Do you have an idea on the design?”

“yeah, I read some books on embroidery designs and took some inspiration from them,” he pulls out a scrap piece of paper from his pocket. It was littered with half-finished doodles of swirls, flowers, and stylized initials. One in particular looked finished, although the marks of repeatedly erased lines, replaced by bolder pencil strokes, were evident, “I also asked for some tips from Buttons and this is what I came up with” he says, angling the paper into Sarah’s sight and pointing at the finished design.

She takes the paper from him and looks at the design closely. (Y/N)’s initials were lined with swooping lines and foliage, some flower petals and leaves making up some of the letters’ structure, making them take on a pattern that was typical of the embroidery designs of the time but at the same time very personalized. Under the initials was a simple bouquet of leaves, vines and flowers, the vines curling around the letters in a circular pattern, effectively making a wreath, the flowers helping to add more detail.

Sarah makes a sound of approval as she finishes studying the sketch, “it might take some time to finish because you’re inexperienced, so I hope you’re not planning on giving it to her anytime soon.”

Davey nods, “I understand but I do want to give it to her as soon as possible”

Sarah smiles softly at him, “alright then, we better get started right away”

For the next few weeks, in his spare time, Davey learns the necessary stitches on a small piece of fabric with Sarah’s guidance. Eventually, their mother starts to help her daughter teach her son. When they deemed him ready, they instructed him to start on the actual handkerchief. Davey worked tirelessly, stitch after stitch, his fingers slowly being covered by bandages.

Weeks later, with the final stitch sewed on, Davey secures it and snips off the thread. In his hands lay the product of his efforts. His mother and sister sit with him, pride in their eyes as they watch him carefully pack the finished handkerchief into a small box and tying it with a ribbon, a smile on his face and excitement blazing in his eyes.

“Thank you, mom, Sarah, for the help, I really appreciate it” he says with a smile, placing a kiss on his mom’s head, “I’m heading out to the theater, I’ll be home later”

Grabbing the box, he leaves. As he heads to the theater, he thinks of what her reaction will be. He stops at the back entrance, nervousness filling his body. He shakes it off and enters, sending greetings to the staff he comes across as he walks to where he knew she’d be. The staff, already used to his presence in the theater at this point, greets him back.

Arriving at the sewing room, Davey knocks on the door, patiently waiting with his hands behind his back, hiding the present from her sight. A smile makes its way onto his face as she opens the door.

“Davey!” (Y/N) exclaims happily, “this is a pleasant surprise, I wasn’t expecting you, come in” she says after kissing his cheek, pulling him inside the room.

“Sorry for coming without warning but I wanted to give you this right away” he presents the box to her and opens it revealing the handkerchief.

She takes it out of the box with wide, wonder and joy-filled eyes, “did you make this?” she asks, looking at the embroidery closely, before looking up at him.

“Sarah and my mom taught me, but yeah I sewed all of it so some of the stitches are a bit crooked” he says sheepishly, “it’s not anywhere near what you can do but I tried my best”

“I love it and its beautiful Davey, thank you so much” she says before pulling him into a tight hug, her smile wide and her happiness palpable.

“I’m glad you like it” he replies, hugging her back as he mirrors her smile.

As they pull away, she glances at his hands. Taking a better look, (Y/N) frowns. Her gaze flits from his eyes to his hands, she makes a face full of understanding, knowing the pain all too well. Wordlessly, she kisses his bandage covered hands making his heart melt. Davey takes his hand away from hers and caresses her face as he smiles down at her. She winds her arms around his neck, leaning up and placing a kiss on his lips, one he immediately reciprocates.

“I love you” she whispers once they pull away.

“I love you too” he replies, his forehead resting on hers.

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Note: so this is a bit of a mix between livesies and 1992sies bc sarah but I was thinking of livesies!davey while writing. sorry if the characters are ooc, esp for davey and sarah. sorry if the ending was a bit flat, im still on a bit of a writing slump but i had some motivation to write and I didn’t wanna waste it. i was thinking of this being a side fic for the longer fic im still working on but it could still be its own thing. also I don’t know if i did the warnings right so if I could have done it better please let me know.

thanks for reading :>

#davey jacobs x reader #davey x reader #newsies live #newsies 1992 #davey jacobs #sarah jacobs #fluff #davey jacobs fluff #davey jacobs imagines #davey jacobs livesies

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tea-plantz · 1 year

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Hello lovelies! I’m so sorry for my lack of fanfics these last weeks, but I assure you that once it’s summer and all of my final exams are over, I’ll be able to post a lot more!

So I just decided to post this little Marcy drabble, before I continue working on some of my longer requests<3

(I have some reallyyy old requests that I haven’t finished yet, but I’ll get to them I promise)

She/her for the reader

~Marcy Wu x fem!reader

Romantic movies~

I were sitting on my couch with my girlfriend, Marcy. We had been planning a sleepover for such a long time now, and the day had finally come!

“Hey Mar-mar?” I turned to look at her.

“Yeah, N/n?” She responded, looking up at me.

“Could you head over to the kitchen and fetch us some popcorn, while I pick out a movie?” I asked her as I slightly tilted my head to the right.

“Yeah of course! You know what type of movies I like~” Marcy giggling as she pecked my cheek, before standing up and making her way to the kitchen.

I giggled slightly to myself as I watched her walk away. God, she was just so cute sometimes, I sighed lovingly, before remembering that I actually had to find something for us to watch.

After a little bit of a scavenger hunt, I finally found the remote behind a couple of pillows at the very edge of the sofa. I clicked the on button as the TV lights sprung to life, before I started searching for a movie. Maybe ‘Lord of the Rings’? No, we watched that last time. How about ‘The Shining’? No, Marcy is kind of a scaredy-cat, haha. I continued to search a bit more, my eyes skimming through the different covers, as I heard Marcy roaming around in the kitchen, until one particular movie finally caught my attention. ‘From up on poppy hill’, a studio Ghibli movie, and… a romantic movie. I blushed slightly at the thought as I smiled. This is perfect! Marcy loves Ghibli movies and this is a chance for us to have a romantic couple moment! I said to myself with a determinant look on my face. We. Will. Cuddle.

“Hey Y/n!” Marcy suddenly said as she returned with a big bowl of popcorn.

“Marcy!” I said, startled, as I hadn’t herd her coming. “I um.. I picked out a movie!” I said with a nervous smile as Marcy turned to face the TV.

“A love movie?” She looked at me with a small blush covering her features.

“Y-yeah, we can pick out something different if you don’t wanna watch it, I just thought that-“

“Hey hey, it’s ok!” The back haired girl giggled a bit as she calmed me down with a sweet smile.

“I absolutely love that movie and I would love to watch it with you” she said as she looked away from my eyes, slightly smiling.

I sat there in silence as I looked at her, before I captured her in a big bear hug.

“Awwwh sweetie! You really wanna watch a love film with me? Your too cute~” I smirked as I laughed.

Marcy burrowed her face into my chest with a whine, clearly embarrassed, as I laughed even more.

In the end, me and my girlfriend ended up hugging each other close under one of my moms big and fluffy blankets on the couch. Marcy even rested her head on my shoulder as she gave me random fun-facts about the movie from time to time. Tonight couldn’t have been more perfect.

I felt like this little scenario actually turned out really cute! Sorry it’s so short though, but I really need more sleep 🥲

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insertsickusername13 · 2 years

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as a prompt: a richjake roadtrip after senior year

this took me so long.who knew road trips were so hard to write? wtf. like it's such a classic it should've been easy, but i started this weeks ago and only managed to finish it now bc i just refused to close the tab until i finished. and on that note i've been writing for the past hour and my brain has lost all ability to process the english language so i didn't edit it. if there's grammar mistakes or certain sentences are total nonsense then i'm very very sorry

uh, warnings? mentions of sex. mentions of drugs and alcohol.

word count: 5,437 (yes, it's longer than I wanted. its a roadtrip. how am i supposed to write that in a thousand words?)

On the second day, Rich told Jake he liked him. They were up in Maine, planning on getting all of New England before heading west. Jake had the passenger seat pushed back as far as it could go, eyes closed and legs almost straightened. It was early—7? Maybe 8?

When Jake had insisted they go on a road trip together, Rich had imagined late mornings in hotel rooms and late nights in clubs. (He also imagined Jake realizing just how terrible this would be for his legs within the first three hours, but it was hour eight and he still seemed determined.) Instead, he got a rigid schedule and a pre-made playlist. No bars or underground concerts—just Mount Rushmore and Chicago and art museums. Aquariums where there were ones, beaches when they could.

They’d only been through Massachusetts and Connecticut by the time Rich gave in. They were alone for the first time in ages—and not in their house, not with the promise of going to school and seeing their friends the next day. They were practically in the middle-of-no-where-New-Hampshire and Rich could pull over, stand on the roof of the car, and scream, “I love Jake Dillinger!!” and the only person who would hear would be the object of his affections. The urge to confess flurried within and around the car like an unshakable snowstorm.

He didn’t mean to say it. In all honesty, it was a misinterpreted phrase, a result of Rich’s excessive talking as Jake hummed from the passenger seat, half-asleep.

“But Interstellar just had more,” he said, only half paying attention to the empty highway, “Like yeah, okay, Tenet was weird as fuck and probably had a cooler concept if I was smart enough to figure it the fuck out, but the main character’s name was fucking protagonist. Who becomes emotionally attached to a dude named protagonist? It lacked the depth Interstellar had. Plus, Interstellar felt attainable. Like fuck yeah, I wanna go to space.”

“Mhm.”

“I’d take you with me. Maybe Michael, but I’m not sure how ventilation works on a spacecraft and his weed might stink up the whole thing.”

“Probably.”

“You’d be a menace, you can barely handle gas station food, let alone space food. You’d have a heart attack at not being able to have your weekly caviar.”

“You’d just throw me out in space,” Jake mumbled, not even bothering to deny the caviar jab.

“Nah, I like you too much,” Rich teased, poking at Jake’s exposed stomach. He expected a squawk, at least for Jake to shove him away, but there was only silence. Rich took his eyes off the road for just a split second, interest piqued, only to be met with Jake’s wide, terrified expression.

He’d said it a million times before and never overthought it, but maybe there was something different about this time. Maybe it was because they were alone rather than surrounded by friends, maybe it was because now they’d planned a life together—college, in Boston, Jake at Harvard and Rich at Emerson, still roommates. Maybe it was accursed Maine and all its forests, or the way Rich emphasized like. Love was a common word between them, said every sleepless night since the fire, but like meant so much more. Like implied a hesitance only present where romance was seeping into every word.

“No, you don’t," Jake seethed.

Rich scoffed. A restless apprehension crept its way up his spine and settled in his fingertips, which tapped against the steering wheel.

“Pretty sure I do, buddy. You’re—”

“I’m your best friend and you don’t like me.”

Oh. Oh fuck. Jake meant like that. He knew, he—fuck. Rich had to consciously stop himself from accidentally sending the car tumbling into the forest.

“Okay,” Rich forced out, “Okay. I don’t like you.”

Jake’s sigh of relief was similar to a comet colliding with Rich’s home. He squeezed the steering wheel and kept his mouth clamped shut, terrified that one wrong move would send them spiraling off the edge of the Earth.

As it turned out, though, Jake didn’t mind Rich’s confession. He didn’t directly acknowledge It afterward, glad to pretend he was still blissfully unaware of every icy undercurrent running under their feet.

Rich thought an explicit rejection would hurt. He’d imagined how it would go a million times over, a passive version of self-destruction. He lay awake next to Jake’s sleeping body and thought of every word he’d say, how he’d say it, the way he’d look away with guilt. Rich had all his responses planned, all his apologies already written. He was prepared for an, ‘I’m so sorry, I just don’t think of you that way—’

He was not prepared for Jake’s arm slung over his shoulder, lips close to his ear, and that quiet, breathy laugh Jake only let slip out around Rich.

They were in some local museum meant to educate passing tourists about some half-abandoned small town Stephen King would write about. It was reasonably entertaining, mostly a distraction from the storm of heartbreak he was trying to disassemble in his chest. Just one night—he needed one night alone in a hotel room to sob out every sorrow, then he’d bounce back. Just one night.

If only Jake would stop trying to kill him. Rich was satisfied reading about boats or whales or something (he’d forgotten, too busy thinking about Jake’s fingers clutching Rich’s t-shirt to keep his balance) with Jake a good two feet away, examining a painting. But Rich’s beautiful demolitionist decided his next target was Rich. He appeared to the right of him and practically draped himself over him, impossibly energetic for being in a place that reeked of desolation and dust.

“Fuckin’ Maine and their lobsters,” Jake grumbled into Rich’s ear, resting his chin in the crook of his shoulder.

Every possible witty response died before Rich even had the chance to think them up. His brain was too muddled with Jake and Jake knowing and Jake being so close. Where there would usually be a confession on the tip of Rich’s tongue, unspoken but overwhelming, there was only the bitter aftertaste of hope.

“Yeah,” Rich stated, simple and short. Jake’s cane knocked against Rich’s knee. It wasn’t even on the ground anymore, having been replaced by Rich.

Jake made a small sound of confusion before nuzzling a bit closer and said, “Do we wanna drive to Vermont for lunch? Or are we staying here?”

“It’s like a four-hour drive.”

“So we’re staying here?”

“If you want.”

Jake shifted away slightly, just far enough that Rich began reteaching himself how to breathe.

“You’re all red,” Jake stated, soft and oblivious.

Okay, so no breathing. Rich writhed in Jake’s hold until he was free and standing three feet away, face even redder than before, an instinctive reaction to Jake’s intense, unwavering gaze. Picking through the flood of panic in his mind, Rich only barely managed to get out, “Sorry.”

“Why would you be s—oh. No, that’s—I didn’t mean to—like, we’re—”

Rich was going to cry. In front of the boy he was in love with, he was going to cry. Jake sounded so panicked and apologetic that Rich could almost feel it gathering like snowflakes in his hair, coating the floor in pure white dust.

“Jake, stop. It’s fine.”

“Are you su—”

“Let’s just go to lunch. I saw a diner on the way here.”

Jake nodded rapidly, almost desperately, as he stormed from the room—almost as if he could escape Rich’s feelings merely by leaving this goddamn museum behind.

He almost succeeded. It took an awkward lunch and two hours of driving on an empty highway, but eventually, Rich’s one-word answers slipped back into enthusiastic ramblings and Jake learned not to flinch away whenever Rich’s hand got too close.

Rich still cried when they got to the hotel. It was his turn to pay and, despite repeatedly telling Jake that he was going to save as much money as possible, he bought two separate rooms for them. Jake didn’t so much as blink. Still, the next night they were in a shared room with separate beds, far enough that if Rich reached out he’d be met with only empty air, but close enough he could still hear Jake’s breathing.

It wasn’t until Illinois that Rich was once again faced with the consequences of his stupid, unintentional confession. Once again in different hotel rooms, Jake had to knock on Rich’s door at 2 am to get his attention.

Rich was half asleep, his phone in his hand still open to Michael’s text messages. At first, he was convinced Jake was a figment of the SQUIP—the knocks would get louder until Rich was on the floor, rocking back and forth with his hands over his ears waiting for the noises to stop.

But then he heard, “Richie?” and his panic evaporated as if it was never there.

“What the fuck?” he said, answering the door with a fabricated scowl. At Jake’s nighttime smile, it melted into reluctant contentment.

Jake held up a towel and a pair of swim trunks. “Hot tub? I saw they had one.”

“Well, it’s most definitely closed by now.”

Jake ducked his head with a bashful grin on his face and shrugged. Rich knew by now that Jake only followed the rules when adults were there to praise him for his obedience, and Jake knew Rich knew, but he always acted like a scolded child when he suggested something even vaguely rebellious.

“Could be fun,” he whispered, blushing at the floor.

“Oh my god, gimme those and stop acting like a five-year-old.”

Jake positively beamed, sunshine incarnated. Rich almost had a heart attack as he ripped the swim trunks from Jake’s grasp as quickly as he could, doing everything in his power to avoid brushing Jake’s hands against his own as he slammed the door shut to get changed.

By the time they got to the hot tub, Rich was sure he was going to die. He didn’t know he had a thing for boys picking locks, but seeing Jake on his knees in front of the glass door, his credit card in the slit between the door and the wall had done something to Rich.

And Jake, skin red from the hot water, eyes glazed over from the third beer he’d had (that someone Rich hadn’t noticed was in his hand)? Yeah. That was something else entirely. He was frozen despite the heat, paralyzed by Jake’s hands on his hips, tracing stars with his thumb.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Jake whispered, voice almost lost in the foggy steam filling the room. He wasn’t making eye contact, instead staring at the point of contact between them like he could see the pearly gates of heaven reflected in the water.

“Yep,” Rich squeaked. He didn’t want to say no, he would do anything to be able to enjoy it for what it was, but… but fuck. This was survival for him. He couldn’t wake up tomorrow in Jake’s hotel room and continue as if nothing had happened—it wasn’t a wouldn’t. There was no choice in this. Rich could not have sex with Jake and be forced to be friends with him afterward. He couldn’t have his feelings manipulated and abused, no matter how much he loved Jake.

Oblivious to Rich’s internal musings, Jake leaned down until he was so close Rich was almost convinced they were kissing.

“You want this?” he said. Just those three words, not the ones Rich was aching, breaking, longing to hear, were enough for their lips to brush together. Less than a second, barely a moment, and Rich thought he felt the moon shatter.

Rich would’ve responded if he could get air in his lungs, but Jake was so close he inhaled all the oxygen that would’ve been Rich’s. All he could do in the haze, the fire, the fear, was shake his head ‘no.’ Not when Jake was drunk. Not when he was looking at Rich like he used to look at Chloe.

Jake jerked back an inch, then two, brows furrowed with confusion.

“I thought—”

“I don’t like you, remember?”

Jake blinked. Rich could tell he was being too slow, his intelligence impacted by the alcohol. It shouldn't take this long for him to figure out what Rich was trying to say—usually, he’d be able to predict Rich’s next words before he even thought them up.

This time, though, Jake just whispered, so small his words could fit in the space between every molecule of air between them, “What?”

“I don’t like you. You told me I don’t like you.”

Another second passed, stretched far beyond what should have been physically possible. Only then did Jake’s eyes flash with recognition.

“Right,” he said, then smiled, “Right, but that was just—I was freaked out, but I’ve thought about it, so much Rich, it’s all I can fucking think about, and you’re—”

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m buzzed at best, Rich, listen to me—” he got closer again, eyes alight, and for a split second, the same amount of time it took for someone to realize they were about to die, Rich felt a flicker of hope. Innocent, buttercup hope. Jake in his arms. Waking up to Jake’s face pressed into his hair. Jake kissing him lovingly.

Rich’s face contorted to hide the blissful fantasy from Jake’s prying eyes.

Jake jerked back again, this time so far that he fell back into the water (gracefully, because everything Jake did was graceful), expression a crater of ash and fire.

“Do you… I don’t…”

“You’re hurting me, Jake.”

Jake scrambled farther away, fumbling through the water to the edge of the hot tub as if it was made of glass shards. His mouth was open, words spilling out in a desperate, violent waterfall.

“No, no, you’re not listening to me, Rich, I want you—”

“Yeah, when you’ve got me half naked.”

“What?! No, stop, I’m telling you I want you, all of you, not sex, or—”

“Jacob I can see your boner from here. Don’t try this. It hurts. You can’t—”

“I’m not trying to!”

Jake’s voice was getting loud, his face redder than before. His wet hair went from sexy to frazzled and threatening. His hands were pulling at the roots, tangling in the knots. Rich recognized the mosaic his fear created and could almost see Jake tumbling off cliffs of insanity and desperation. He knew Jake through the months he spent alone in that empty mansion after his parents left, either drunk on expensive liquor or high on the pills his mother left behind, he knew just how dangerous a desperate Jake could be. Not violent, but so goddamn broken it was impossible not to cut himself on the pieces as he gathered him up and reconstructed him back into a man.

“Then stop it!” Rich screamed, “You don’t fucking know, Jake. You’re fucking—the only relationships you’ve been in have been about sex and, and popularity, and you don’t understand this feeling.”

It was as easy as that. Rich knew he’d twisted the knife, knew that maybe he’d taken it a step too far, but he didn’t deserve this. After years of pining, Jake didn’t get to reject him and then try to bed him. That wasn’t allowed.

When Jake spoke again, it was emotionless. Monotonous. Devoid of all humanity. Words on a page, scripted and controlled. Rich had lost all access to Jake.

“What happened with Chloe doesn’t define me. You know that, I know you know that, so don’t even fucking try me. I don’t know what it’s like to hide and lie about my feelings for years, but you don’t know what it’s like to watch the only person you’ve ever loved—”

“Don’t say that.”

“To watch the only person you’ve ever loved,” Jake repeated, more determined this time, “flinch away whenever you so much as look his way because he’s so insecure he can’t accept that maybe you want to spend the rest of your life with him.”

Rich’s fists clenched. He wasn’t sure how he’d ended up out of the hot tub, but he was standing by the door, dripping and scowling and on the verge of tears.

“Fuck you.”

“Really? That’s it? Tell me what you want. Tell me you want me and it’s that simple. Tell me you know I want you.”

“You’re my best friend.”

Jake flinched at his own words thrown back at him. He kept his mouth clamped shut as Rich kept talking.

“You’re my best friend and I don’t know what the fuck is up with you tonight, but you told me yourself that we’re friends. I’m not going to let you ruin that with sex.”

“That’s not what—”

“I’m not going to let some half-hearted relationship ruin us, Jacob"

Jake stayed silent, seemingly waiting for more. Rich watched him realize there was nothing left to say, that this was the end of the conversation. His lips were trembling. Rich wished they weren’t.

“Fine,” Jake breathed. He sagged to the floor, knees pressed against the tile, hands clasped politely in front of him. “Fine. Friends. Best friends. If—if you really think being together would ruin us, then we’re just friends.”

“Good,” Rich said as if he couldn’t feel each cell within him bursting and bubbling with acidic heartbreak. “Friends.”

They stayed there for a moment, waiting for some finale to hit—some final blow to tattoo this night in black on their skin—but there was only burning silence.

“I’m going to bed,” Rich said finally.

Jake only nodded, still staring at the floor. Rich slipped from the room and screamed out sobs into his pillow until the sun forced light back into his life.

He stumbled through his morning routine, struggling to close his suitcase and stuff it into the trunk of their car. It wasn’t until he saw Jake, his smile bright but eyes tired, sitting alone in the dining room that the haze lifted just enough for him to realize friends ate breakfast together.

He sat down across from Jake without a word, and only once Jake looked up from his half-eaten breakfast did Rich force the skeleton of a smile onto his face. Jake mimicked it with much more success.

“Top of the morning to ya, buddy,” he said, the word buddy spat out like it hurt, “So, I was thinking, St. Louis is like an hour and a half away, maybe we stop there around noon, see the arch thingy, the move on. There’s a zoo like thirty minutes from there that we can stop at for a while. We can end the night in Wisconsin, see I don’t know, some small town, then tomorrow we can go to Minnesota?”

Rich nodded. He wasn’t sure if he could speak yet.

“Great! I’ve still gotta pack up, so just let me do that, then we can hit the road.”

Rich nodded again. Jake’s gaze lingered too long, flitting across his face, from his bloodshot eyes to his lips, before he finally looked away, his smile faltering. He cleared his throat.

“I’ll see ya in a bit, then.”

“Yeah! Can’t wait.”

Rich wished he could think of more to say, but the day seemed to be coated in an unbreakable silence. The car ride was awkward—Jake kept the radio off, choosing instead to prompt Rich with question after question as if they were kids meeting for the first time. Rich offered up every answer he had. He didn’t have many.

They stopped for ice cream sometime in the late afternoon, after a tense trip to the St. Louis arch during which Jake elbowed Rich after making a joke and Rich almost hyperventilated.

“What should I get?” Jake asked, surveying the menu.

“Whatever you want.”

“I want you.”

Rich whipped around to face him, every muscle in his body clenched and ready to fight.

“What?”

“Raspberry looks good.”

Rich didn’t push it., but the words echoed in his ribs until his lungs were bruised.

It happened again a week later. An art museum in Washington.

“It’s beautiful,” Rich said, staring in wonder at a painting of the ocean during a storm.

“So are you.”

Rich didn’t turn to look at him. He scrutinized the painting, looking at every color and brushstroke until three minutes later, Jake had to go to the bathroom.

In California: An aquarium gift shop.

“Do you like it?” Jake asked, watching Rich hold a penguin stuffed animal against his chest.

“I love it,” Rich said, his voice muffled by the fabric. He was hiding his face behind the wings so Jake wouldn’t see his eyes watering at the fact the cashier had called Jake such a good boyfriend for buying him the penguin.

“I love y—”

He had the decency to cut himself off.

“I’m glad you like it,” he amended, and it was left at that.

Until Texas. A hotel twenty minutes from the Space Center Houston only had one room. Of course.

It had two beds. Rich sat upright in one, phone in hand, Michael on the other end. Michael didn’t know what had happened between Rich and Jake, but he did know Jake was on the other side of the room, headphones on as he stared at his computer doing one thing or another. Rich watched him, still helplessly in love despite the repeated heartbreak he experienced every time they did so much as make eye contact.

“Las Vegas was so overhyped,” Rich complained, “Probably because Jake and I can’t legally gamble, but the hotel was so fucking cool. There was this giant fountain and so many lights. Almost had a panic attack because of the noise, but once I got over that it was sick.”

“Las Vegas or San Fransisco?”

“San Fransisco 100% buddy, not even a question. Food was great. I was a little scared we were gonna get devoured by a wildfire, but we ended up fine. East Coast is so much better, though. I can’t wait to get back. Jake said we can stop in the Everglades.”

“You want to got to the Everglades?!”

“Yes!! Snakes, Michael! I need to see a Burmese python and alligator fight to the death!”

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m well aware, but this is a childhood dream of mine that must be fulfilled before death takes me.”

Michael laughed. Jake made a strangled sound from across the room.

Rich froze up and instinctively forced an awkward smile on his face, tense and unsure of what exactly had prompted Jake’s reaction. He glanced at his pretty sunflower out of the corner of his eye—his hunched shoulders, a posture that was so unlike him, his face illuminated by the computer screen. Rich cleared his throat to rip himself from admiring him.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m hilarious,” he choked out, “Okay, it’s—it’s late, I better get going now.”

“It’s like 9—”

“Night!”

Rich hung up but stayed staring at his phone for far too long, terrified to do anything but.

“Are you okay?” Jake whispered. His computer was closed now and he was facing Rich, crisscrossed on his bed. Rich straightened and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, just tired. Sorry.”

“Have you been tired for the last three weeks?“

Rich blinked at him, too focused on the blue of his eyes to comprehend his words.

“What?” he finally said. Jake just shook his head and turned off the lamp, deciding darkness was the best course of action.

Rich thought it would be him who’d be unable to sleep, haunted by blues and I love yous, but it was Jake who tossed and turned and writhed in his sheets, wrestling with some invisible enemy long after Rich fell asleep.

When Rich awoke the next morning, it was to Jake packing his suitcase. He stayed still for a moment, admiring Jake as he carefully folded each shirt, hands gentle and sure of themselves. Since Illinois, every look he’d given Rich was coated in a layer of lies Rich hadn’t been on the receiving end of since sophomore year.

He didn’t know Rich was watching him now. He looked sad, irrevocably so. The tip of his nose was red, the first sign of sadness. Then it was the parted lips—he was a snotty crier. Rich learned that after watching Bambi with him. He’d been crying, and now he couldn’t breathe through his nose. His chest was moving up and down in stuttery, unsure movements, and after every piece of folded laundry, he had to pause to press the heel of his hand against his mouth to stifle a sob.

“What’s wrong?” Rich rushed out, the usual sluggishness of his mornings completely eradicated by Jake—Jake crying.

Jake jumped at the sound of Rich’s voice and regained his composure within a split second. There was suddenly a smile, open body language, and eyes that remained just as dead as before.

“You’re awake! I have something for you.”

“I don’t care, what’s—”

“No, no, trust me, you’ll care, hold on.”

Still smiling beautifully, he turned to the desk and grabbed two pieces of paper. Then, movements peppy and face alight, he sat down in front of Rich and handed them to him.

“Okay…?” Rich said, looking down at the pieces of paper with little interest—Jake. Crying. Jake. Crying. That was all he was worried about.

Until he realized the papers were printed out plane tickets. One to Florida, the flight set to leave eight hours from then. Another three days later, from Florida to New Jersey. He reread the words. Then reread them. And again. And again.

All he could get out was, “What the fuck?”

“You can see the Everglades!” Jake said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well—well yeah, but… we’re driving there? Together?”

Jake shook his head. “No, yeah, we were, but—I mean, after Illinois…”

He paused to clear his throat and look away. Rich was on the verge of screaming, but that could wait until Jake had finished whatever shitty explanation he was about to offer. The longer the silence lasted, the more Jake’s sunny demeanor faded out.

“After Illinois, I mean you don’t—you aren’t happy, Rich. Not around me. Last night, like, with Michael—” Rich had never heard Jake struggle with words this much. He was stuttering, tripping over his words, raising his volume too high then lowering it to the point Rich could barely hear him. “—you were talking to him, and you won’t do that with me anymore, and I want you to talk like that because it’s—fuck, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and if you can’t do that around me anymore—because I fucked up and apparently ruined the best thing to ever happen to me—then maybe some time apart would be good for us?”

Jake looked up at Rich hopefully. Rich wasn’t sure what he was hoping for and he didn’t have the energy to figure it out through the anger crawling inside his skin.

“You’re kicking me out?”

“No! No. I just think you should have the chance to be—no, I need the chance to—I want you to be happy—”

“I’m happy.”

“You won’t even look at me. You won’t talk to me. I’m hurting you.”

Rich suddenly understood why Jake had looked so heartbroken after hearing the phrase you’re my best friend. Having his words manipulated and turned against him hurt more than the flames ever had.

“That’s—no—”

“And I thought I could fix it by just being your friend, but we’re not even that anymore. I want us to be. So badly. I can’t lose you. I can’t go to Harvard without coming home to you every night. And I’ll do anything to save us, and right now that means you have to get away from me.”

“Stop—”

“So I got you tickets to go see the Everglades. I even booked you a boat tour. I’m not sure about seeing a Burmese python, but you can try. Then you can have the rest of summer in New Jersey with Michael and everyone else, and we can meet up in Boston, and everything will be okay.”

“Jake—”

“I can’t ruin another relationship. I know I have a bad track record, I know I can’t commit or be romantic, and you’re probably right to realize I’d destroy whatever beautiful thing we managed to create, but honestly, you’re more beautiful than anything I could ever make, and I can’t destroy that, I have to protect that, even if I’m not around to see it for a while.”

“No—”

“But I can move on while we’re apart, and hopefully you can too, then we can be best friends in Boston and roommates forever and you can get married and I can pretend I’m happy for y—”

Rich kissed him. Quick and sloppy and frantic. It was hypocritical, to say the least, self-destructive if Rich was being completely honest with himself. But the feeling of Jake falling into it, pressing closer and moving so his trembling hands could press against Rich’s waist and back, was intoxicating.

Rich kept it short, though the feeling of just Jake’s gentleness was enough for him to want more.

He pulled back, Jake trailing after him until he collapsed against Rich, forehead pressed to Rich’s shoulder and lips pressed to his neck and collarbone.

“I don’t understand,” he said between kisses. Rich promised himself he’d memorize the feeling before it was taken from him.

“I’d rather be heartbroken with you than happy with anyone else,” Rich explained softly, tangling his fingers in Jake’s hair and pulling his head back to look him in the eye. Jake breathed out a sound Rich chose not to identify and tried to lean up and kiss Rich again.

“You’re not ruinous,” Rich got out just before Jake gifted him kiss after kiss like offerings to a god, “You’re not destructive and Chloe doesn’t define you and I’m sorry I implied she did, I shouldn’t have, and I’m terrified I’m gonna lose you and terrified this is all a prank and terrified you’re going to leave—”

“Never,” Jake confessed, eyes closed and expression melted into pure bliss. “Never, ever, ever. It took me too long to realize how bad I want you. I can’t lose more time.”

“I want you too.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“I can be once I get my head out of my ass and realize you’re even more perfect than I thought.”

Jake laughed soundlessly and pulled Rich onto his lap. “Perfect?”

“You’re gorgeous. You’re kind. You’d never purposefully hurt me, and I was stupid to think you would. I just—it hurt. The car. You telling me—Jake, I was still in survival mode. I didn’t mean anything I said. I swear it. Please don’t make me leave.”

Jake shook his head.

“No, I won’t. I can’t. I’m sorry for what I said in the car. That wasn’t cool or okay, I just… panicked? Because I always knew—I didn’t want to say it, or think it, or acknowledge it, but I knew, and you saying it made it so real I couldn’t even pretend I could ever want anyone else and that was—I wasn’t ready for that to hit so suddenly.”

Rich felt so warm inside he was convinced he was going to overheat and collapse in on himself like a dying star. He kissed Jake like he was made of roses until he was convinced he’d erased every terrible thought he’d placed in Jake’s mind in Illinois.

“So we’re going to stop being cowards now,” Rich said, clear and determined, “And I’m going to be happy because the most beautiful boy in the world decided I’m worth his time and he’s going to be happy because now I’m here to tell him he’s the most beautiful boy in the world every single morning, and that he can’t kick me to the curb even if he tries.”

Jake laughs and nods and kisses him again.

“God,” he whispered, tracing stars on Rich’s hips, “I’ve never been so glad I wasted two thousand dollars in my life.”

“Yeah. Yeah, me too.”

There was a short, weighted pause. Then, “Wait, did you say two thousand? Jake, flights to Florida should not be two thousand dollars.”

“Well, not for economy.”

“Econ—you were planning on giving me first-class tickets to Florida to soften the blow of practically breaking up with me?”

Jake was too giddy to be offended. He wrapped himself around Rich and kissed him again.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time, shut up.”

“No, I am not shutting up, that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. We’re going to seriously work on your spending habits in Boston, buddy—baby—you’ve got the rest of the summer to be an idiot with your money, then we’re starting a retirement fund. For fuck's sake, you’re going to be broke by the time you’re thirty.”

#bmc #richjake #jake dillinger #rich goranski #i can't spell i'm so tired #help me #the ending was so rushed i'm so exhausted #sorry besties #i'll try harder next time i swear #i keep thinking tomorrow is saturday which is why i stayed up so late working on this but i literally have school tmrw #whoops #sparkly star fanfic

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