#in my defense he NEVER takes food off the counters!!!!

[galadrielspeaks]

having a great dane is all fun and games until you turn around and the peanut butter apples you were making suddenly disappear and then you remember your dog is. taller than the counters

[mingisaddctn]

mind over matter | s.mg

Pairing: best friend!mingi x reader Genre: [+18] smut w/o plot Warnings: jussss smut, enjoy a/n: first fic on this blog yay

the two things you can be sure in life is that 1. you will die and 2. you've never wanted to suck a dick so bad.

I mean, you always knew that your best friend was hot — you had eyes, for god's sake! — but holy shit.

it started when you ran out of cat food. you were an attentive cat owner, don't get me wrong, but at the same time, you had the worst week for your mental state. exams after exams, studying 'till the library basically had to kick you out and group projects with lazy people... so that's how it ended up with your cat screaming at the top of their lungs and waking you up from your power nap.

mingi happened to be around because, guess what, you also forgot about your plans to watch that new anime that he rambled all about for the past month, and truly, you wanted to be able to enjoy some quality time with him, but you fell asleep as quick as his cursor pressed play on the screen, the warmth that irradiated from both inside his hoodie that you were wearing to where your head laid on his shoulder was too cozy.

so when you got up to feed the cat, your heart dropped, and you saw the grocery list accumulating dust on top of the counter, the 'cat food' underlined three times. you looked outside the windows of your small apartment and saw that the simple drizzle from before now turned into a full on storm, and all you could do was lean onto the counter and bawl your eyes out.

mingi was startled but tried to comfort you somehow, not really sure of what he could do to help, and as you tried to tell him between hiccups and tears, he quickly grabbed his jacket and told you that he would be right back.

twenty minutes later, a full-on drenched mingi stood on the doorstep, chest heaving as he took off his shoes and the same jacket, now in a darker tone from the wetness. you stared back from your couch, as you were curled into the throw blankets, eyes widened.

you almost forgot about the cat food.

in your defense, it should be illegal the way his white tee clung to his abs so sinfully highlighting each of his muscles. and when he rose his arms to take off his cap and ran his fingers between wet strands of hair that framed his cheekbones, your eyes fixated on the way his sweats clung onto dear life to his v-line.

holy fuck. jesus christ. oh my god. whatever divinity that was out there.

"you okay?" he asked, as if he was expecting your answer and you shook your head, trying to escape the trance you found yourself in.

"what? why?"

"i asked if i could use your shower" he placed the single bag with the cat food on the counter as he tried not to wet your floor.

you can use me, for sure; you thought to yourself.

"yeah, yeah, go ahead" you nodded and he took his shirt off on the way to the bathroom.

you quickly jumped from the couch to feed the cat — since that was the prime reason for all the ruckus. as you put the blocks of minced meat on the food bowl, you caught yourself fantasizing about it again.

how good he should be looking, as droplets of rain still lingered on his skin as he took of the sweatpants slowly, leaving only the boxers that perfectly held his firm thighs and secured his—

meow, you looked down, to find that a block of meat fell beside the bowl and you took a deep breath. control yourself.

you blamed the ovulation. or maybe the fact that you haven't been sexually active in a while. or that movie that had hot scenes with your favorite actor... gosh you were a horny mess.

but your life has basically been all about your studies lately, and the stress was clouding your reasoning, making you feel like impulsive decisions were now worth a lot, and that's how you found yourself standing outside your bathroom door, idly looking at it with your hand raised, on the way to give it a knock.

the thing is, the moment you found the courage to do it, the door opened from the inside, and only mingi's torso popped out, in the middle of calling your name, but now confused that you were on the other side.

all that led to the both of you sitting on the edge of your bed, with him only wearing a towel around his hips, not staring at each other as the silence overcame the storm from outside.

"so... you want to suck my dick...?" he simply repeated your words from minutes ago.

it would be comical if it wasn't so tragic.

"yes."

"are you feeling okay?" he asked.

"yes."

"'then... how should we do it?"

you took another sharp breath, your lungs almost failing you as your mind tried to disassociate from your body. leaving the bed to kneel in front of him, you kept your eyes focused on his face, his lips parted as his eyes were half-lidded. from all the years you'd known him, you knew that he was probably overthinking it and trying to figure out what was happening. but neither you could tell.

your fingers slid to the towel and as you were going to take it off, his hand flew to yours, holding it softly. he pulled you towards him in a swift movement and placed his palm on your cheek, nose now brushing against yours. soon after, you felt the plumpness of his lips onto yours.

"wait" he leaned back cautiously, as though any minor movement would startle you like a scared kitten. his eyes overthinking each and every detail. "I want to kiss you first."

and as if you were waiting for that to snap, you grabbed his neck and pulled his face lower so you could slide your tongue into his mouth. his big hands fell to your hips and grabbed firmly, decided not to let you run away.

you kinda wondered before how good of a kisser mingi was, your friends joked around saying that it must be good since he has fat lips, but you usually kept those thoughts at bay, not really wanting to dive into your hidden desires. it wasn't like you, to explore and try new things. you became friends a long time ago, and when he earned that title, you felt like it would be too messy to see him as anything else.

but you weren't dumb, of course you'd noticed how a blush crept to his cheeks whenever you grabbed one of his hoodies, or how he would stutter when others teased him about you. he wasn't good at hiding things, and you weren't good at ignoring them.

one of his hands snuck to your neck and the pulled you closer, his breathing growing heavier to the point that you could hear a faint groan from his throat.

shit, you moaned.

he let go of your face and you leaned back, a little ashamed of the noise that escaped you, but mingi didn't seem to mind, in fact, his cheeks could be mistaken to a tomato. he shifted in his place and you noticed the tent in his pants. oh.

placing a final kiss on his cheek, you maintained eye contact as you lowered yourself to your knees, hands falling to his covered member, feeling the warmth through the towel and earning a sharp gasp from him. licking your lips, you only broke the intense stare to undo the lousy knot, uncovering his lower body.

oh. OH.

how did he hide that monstrous thing all along?

"uh... pants, I guess..." he said almost in a whisper, and then you realized that you were thinking out loud.

"shit, I mean, it's not a bad thing" you placed your hand at the base of his cock, wrapping your palm around it and the boy hissed. "I just... didn't expect that."

"so you thought about it before?" touché. you deflected by giving him a slow tug.

before he could say anything else, you lowered your head and wrapped your lips around him.

"fffuck-" he let out, throwing his head back.

you started bobbing your head at a slower pace, quickening each time he groaned, and listened to his raspy moans as if they were songs hidden in heaven. his hand ran through your hair, pulling at the strands just light enough to make you whine, the vibrations helping into the pleasure.

"please—" he pled, eyes fixated on you and wet hair sticking to his face. he couldn't look any better, you noted.

mingi stared right into your soul with deep, dark eyes. his nose was flaring up and trying to keep up with the sharp breaths that left his parted mouth. it was as if he belonged in that position, and you wished that you had midas touch to keep him like that forever.

"so pretty" you said more to yourself than to him, and one of your fingers snuck into his mouth, and he wrapped those plump lips around it to suck.

feeling his tongue under your skin made shivers run down your spine, and even though you tried to take in more, he pulled you towards him once more, now landing you onto his lap. mind you, his naked lap. your pajama shorts did nothing to the mixture of pre-cum and saliva that rubbed under fabric. you hoped he couldn't feel the wetness that was forming between your legs.

kissing you again, you wondered how your teeth were not clashing at all from the desperation that exuded from both parts. you wanted him as much as he ever had wanted you, and it didn't seem like a real experience. the euphoria that overtook you made you feel almost dizzy from all the exchange in pheromones and fluids, holy fuck, you wanted to stay like that forever.

while he kissed you, mingi's hand went to the bottom of your shorts, holding you so you wouldn't fall as he took them off, leaving you in his hoodie and panties. you didn't remember what kind of underwear you wore, but you hoped to whatever god that was out there that it was something without a hole or anything.

without taking the panties off, he slid them to the side and ran both his middle and ring fingers along your folds, the new feeling making you jump a little, and he giggled. the motherfucker giggled.

"jeez... can't wait to be inside you" he said against your lips, hissing as you gave him an experimental roll of your hips.

holding your panties to the side, he grabbed his cock and aligned himself to your folds, placing the tip inside and a loud whimper fell from your mouth. you knew that it would take more effort to get him inside, he was the biggest you've ever been with, and mingi also seemed to notice that, so he touched you as if you were made of glass.

the warmth of his hot member now sheathing inside your pussy felt like too much, and the room felt foggy, just as your breaths. he kissed the side of your neck, licking up to your ear and groaning ever so slightly, as if he had noticed how much you reacted to those sounds, using them now against you.

the moment you reached the bottom, you felt as if your internal organs would combust. his dick felt like too much and too good, you drank from the sensations and the tingles that your body left each time he moved an inch, clenching around him. you reached your hands to the hem of the hoodie you were wearing, but his hand left your lower back to stop yours.

"leave it on" he looked up at your face with puppy eyes. "I want to fuck you in my clothes."

OH. FUCK.

you moaned into his mouth and slowly started to move your hips. you could've cum just from his words, but you tried your best to concentrate in making him feel good.

"you feel so good around me" he whined, a short moan leaving his lips to meet yours again.

you didn't know how you looked at that moment, probably a mess. from taking in all the sensations, his huge cock and the way he looked like a whiny mess under you... you felt powerful, and he was letting you use him to your wishes.

"please, please" he whined even more, probably taking notes that you got off from that.

"what is it, big boy?" as soon as the words fell from your mouth, you questioned yourself. is this really me?

"let me fuck you right" his hips shot up, taking you by surprise with a gasp and he bit your collarbone. "I wanna be good for you- wanna make you feel good."

"use me however you want" you said in a desperate tone. not even minding how it looked to him, you truly wanted everything from him.

with one arm sneaking around your back and the other on your neck, he moved you further into the bed, now on top of you. he didn't say anything else, only left a small kiss on the corner of your mouth and gave you a slow thrust.

the most high pitched moan fell from your lips, and you didn't care to be embarrassed. not when he was pleading for you, having your body wrapped so deliciously around him, the same as his.

you could write paragraphs and paragraphs about the way he looked; the occasional lightnings shining against his wet skin, highlighting each of his curves and muscles while his hair fell above his forehead, now a mess from the way you rushed your fingers between strands.

mingi kept rolling his hips against yours, and words kept falling randomly from your mouth, meddling with moans and sobs, you felt so cockdrunk that even the slightest stimulation coming from him could make you shed tears. felt so fucking good that got you questioning every life choice you've ever made to this point, as if everything was a part of god's plan for you to end up right under your best friend, as his touches made love to your limbs.

"hm-ugh- feels so fucking- oh my god" you kept going on and on, not even sure yourself what you were saying, but mingi wasn't falling behind.

the knot had already taken place on your lower body, each of his thrusts feeling more intense than the other. you could tell he was getting closer from the way his teeth were nipping on your neck and his thrust were growing sloppier.

"please-ah!-please, let me cum inside you" he left your neck to look at you, and you felt the knot tightening and your legs starting to tremble. "let me fill you nice and full- please"

"yes, I want all of you" you almost screamed when he took that as confirmation to grab your back and glue his chest to yours, sharpening his thrusts.

it finally snapped and you felt like you couldn't breathe anymore. he held you so close as if he could melt into your skin and become one, and with a final thrust, he whined and groaned and screamed and did everything so involuntarily, almost animalistic, and your mind was too dazed to even comprehend anything else besides the way that your pussy gripped him so tight, keeping his hot seed inside you. you didn't want to let it go.

you were still spasming from your orgasm when he let go of your body and snapped your legs apart, taking place in between them, nuzzling his nose onto your pubic bone and feasting. his tongue lapped each of yours and his juices without mind, sucking, kissing, moaning, grunting, only to prolong the way your climax came down; you screamed so hard that your lungs burned.

falling limp on the bed covers, he let go, going back on top of you with the support of his arms and knees, face leveled to yours when he placed an innocent kiss on the tip of your nose and another one to your forehead.

"did it help you de-stress?" he joked and you placed one of your arms onto your eyes.

scoffing, you shook your head. "holy shit, I'm in love with you."

he gave you a slight push and rolled to his side, still staring at you with a darker flush across his chest and neck.

"well, I'm yours" he said and you licked your lips, sneaking a glance from under your arm.

"yeah, you better be."

[jwonsite]

“happy birthday, pretty boy” - sim jaeyun

part 2 of e(nnn)- (a nnn series)

pairing: switch!jake x switch!fem!reader

warnings: oral (f&m receiving), making out, 69 position, lingerie mentioned, idk what else to put help me

synopsis: while your boyfriend is trying his hardest to win a bet made by his best friends to not have sex for a month, you couldn’t help but give him a little show on his birthday

masterlist!

"jake i'm telling you right now there's no way you're winning that ps5"

"you really have that little faith in me?!"

"have you met yourself? last week you begged me to let you eat me out because you were 'pussy deprived' while i was on my period. it had been 3 days."

your boyfriend sighed in defeat, knowing you were right. but was it really his fault? you were just so perfect, he could never get enough of you!

"well i'm going to prove you wrong, just watch. on december 1st when i'm collecting my ps5 from sunghoon i'll remind you of this very moment," jake said, crossing his arms as he dramatically turned away from you

you laughed to yourself, rolling your eyes at his dramatics. you knew your boyfriend, and you knew there was absolutely no way that he was lasting this entire month, especially with his birthday being a few weeks away. he can tell himself whatever he wants, but you both know in the end, he's not getting that ps5.

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it had been two weeks and he was honestly doing way better than anybody expected. everyday the boys waited for a text message saying he lost, some even placing further bets on how many hours days he could last before he lost

"can you believe them?! i was on the phone with hoon earlier and i heard heeseung give jungwon money after saying i lasted longer than he thought! i can't believe theyre making bets on me, like, am i really that horny?" he complained to you as you were eating dinner together

"in their defense, you are a pretty big man whore. i mean, have you seen the videos of yourself from the concerts? licking your lips, showing your abs, grinding the air, they definitely aren't wrong for thinking that. plus i am 100 percent sure they have heard us have sex in the dorms multiple times", you said back to him. everybody knows that jake practically lives off of sex. not in a weird way, but you just energize him so much. with so much stress of being an idol, getting to come home and fuck his frustrations out, or eat you out for hours until you're overstimulated, it's an instant destresser

"well, yeah but, they could at least have a little more confidence in me", he said with a pout, continuing to eat the food you had made for him earlier

"okay you big baby", you said with a laugh, getting up to take your empty plate to the sink to wash

your boyfriend followed soon behind with his empty plate, slightly pushing you out of the way and taking the sponge out of your hand to wash the dishes for you. you smiled at him fondly as you moved to sit on the counter directly next to the sink. you sat and admired your boyfriend, looking so domestic as he washed the dishes in your apartment. you looked forward to the day that he could finally move in with you full-time, after the pressures of being an idol aren't so heavy

"you're staring, pretty girl", he said with a smirk, not moving his attention from the plates in front of him

"yeah cause you're just so handsome", you said not being able to hold back your smile

he giggled a bit at your statement before refocusing on the task in front of him

"so!" you said, clapping your hands together, "what are we doing tomorrow, birthday boy?"

"i didn't really have any plans in mind, probably hang with the boys for a bit, get dinner or whatever then come back and chill here with you. nothing too crazy", he said nonchalantly, turning of the sink and drying his hands as he finished washing everything

"are you serious? its your 21st birthday jakey, you have to do something!" you said, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stood between your legs. because you were sitting on the counter you were eye level with him. he put his hands on your thighs as he looked at you with a smile

"yeah yeah i know but... i dont know. not really in the going out mood, id rather just chill and spend it here with you", he said moving his face close to yours, noses rubbing together. you hummed as you closed the gap between you both, lips molding together as your hands played with the hair at the nape of his neck. he pulled away, rubbing your noses together once more before standing back to look at you

"you sure you don't wanna go out somewhere tomorrow? nothing at all you can think of?" you asked once more, intertwining your hands together

"nothing, i promise. we can go out to eat with the boys and then come back and have a movie night or something. just wanna be with you", he said with a smile. you flushed at his words. even after dating for so long he never failed to make you flustered

"okay, now come on pretty boy let's go to bed, i'm tired", you said, wrapping your arms and legs around your boyfriend to signal him to carry you to your bedroom. he laughed and shook his head before putting his hands under your thighs and picking you up, walking to your room

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the next day was filled with multiple surprises for your boyfriend, waking him up to breakfast in bed, giving him a beautiful white gold bracelet you had found for him a few weeks ago, the boys showing up early to your house to give him the gifts they had bought him before all going out to dinner together that night.

you all had a great time, talking and laughing loudly for hours, probably annoying the rest of the patrons in the restaurant. your boyfriend thanked his friends, as well as you for making his birthday such a fun day, but what he didn't know was that you had one more surprise for him.

you had been planning this for a while, being very glad he opted to staying in for his birthday as it helped your plan go smoother. you knew he had that bet with his friends but, we all knew he was gonna lose at one point or another, so why not have it be on his birthday? he wasn't even a big gamer anyways, it wasn't like he would be super disappointed if he didnt get the gaming console.

you were gonna make some excuse to get him back to your place, changing into your brand new black lingerie set you got specifically for this occasion. you knew he loved when you wore black, since it was one of his favorite colors. you hoped the lingerie set would get him to break, giving up on his bet with his friends

after dinner was paid for (thank you jay🙏🏼), your boyfriend bid goodbye to his friends, walking back to your car with you

you drove home in a comfortable silence, his hand on your thigh as you looked out the window, music lowly playing in the background. you were getting excited for your plans, feeling the heat in your core grow as you slightly shifted in your seat

"you okay babe?" jake asked, looking at you slightly

"yeah, i'm fine" you said with a smile, grabbing his hand off your thigh to intertwine it with yours, as the close proximity to your core was getting you more worked up than you already were

you thought you were being slick, but your boyfriend knew about this whole ordeal. he had accidentally seen the lingerie in your dresser, and when he didnt recognize it he figured you had bought it for this reason. and after seeing the way you tried to hide yourself getting worked up during dinner, snd in the car next to him just now, confirmed his suspicions. he smiled to himself before focusing back on the road, feeling your stare on the side of his face. usually he would tease you, but right now he wanted nothing more than to get you home and fuck you til you can't walk

the ride back to your apartment felt longer than usual, your arousal continuing to pool in your panties the more you thought about the night to come. you finally arrived, and jake got out the car quickly to open the door for you, helping you out of the car. he grabbed your hand as he led you inside. he unlocked the door to your apartment, letting you go in first, following behind closely

before you knew it, you were pushed up against your front door, your boyfriends lips clashing with yours passionately as his hands roamed over your body

your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting him to be the one to initiate the intimacy. you soon melted into your boyfriends arms, wrapping your arms around his neck to tangle in his hair as your tongues clashed in each others mouths. he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss as he walked to your bedroom, placing you down on the bed, leaning back to take of his shirt, throwing it across the room before coming back down to kiss you again

"fuck, jakey, what about your bet?" you moaned out as he moved his lips down your neck and chest

"first of all, fuck the bet. second of all, you think i didn't know all about your little plan for tonight? that pretty little lingerie set that you bought just for me. lucky for you, i'm gonna let you save that for another day, right now i just wanna feel you around me" he said as he continued to leave open mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, putting his hands up your shirt to massage your breasts over your bra

you moaned as you moved your hands to take off your shirt, sitting up for a second to lift it over your head, discarding it somewhere in your room

jake moved further down your chest now that he had more access, taking one of his hands to unbuckle your bra skillfully, like he had done it a billion times

after your bra was off, he moved his mouth down to suck your nipples, licking and kissing then as he used one of his hands to roll your other nipple between his fingertips. your hands were in his hair, pulling and tugging on it slightly, making him moan into your breasts, sending vibrations all through your body

"baby please, i need you so bad" you moaned out, becoming impatient

"so needy, my baby. can't believe i was gonna make you wait a whole month without my dick" he said, kissing down your body as he made his way to where you were craving him most

"wait", you said, putting your hand on his head to stop his motions. you put your hand under his chin to pull him back up to your face, before pushing him over so he was under you

he gasped at the sudden movement before smirking at you, immediately putting his hands behind his head

"wanna take care of my pretty boy" you said as you moved down to his dick, kissing and lick his defined abs on the way down. you unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down off his legs before cupping his clothed dick in your hands

he moaned out at the feeling as you palmed him through the thin fabric of his underwear, cursing lowly under his breath

"please don't tease princess, it's been way too long i need to feel your mouth around me already" he said with a whine

"whatever my birthday boy wants" you said, slipping your fingers into the sides of his boxers, sliding them down his thighs. his dick sprung up from the fabric, stand so tall and prettily. you swear his dick was the prettiest one in the world, the veins going up the side were just so perfect, he wasn't bigger than average, but he was so thick, and his tip was so red and pretty, already leaking precum

he groaned as he was finally released from the constraints of any fabrics, moving his hands down to tangle in your hair

you took his dick in your hands as you slowly licked all the way from the base to the tip, your boyfriend moaning out loudly as you did so. you began to suck his tip gently, licking his slit and tasting his precum on your tongue

"fuck, baby, you said anything i want right? i want you to sit on my face please. you take my dick so well in your mouth but i want to taste you too. please baby", he whined out as you continued to suck only the tip. you smiled up at him before standing up to remove your pants and underwear

"of course pretty boy, it's your night" you said as you climbed onto the bed seductively, moving your legs over your boyfriends head so you were hovering above his mouth. you could feel his warm breath on your pussy, and his nose rubbing against your clit. you moaned slightly as you leaned forward to take his dick into your moth again

you began sucking on it harshly, before feeling jake pull your hips down harshly, suffocating himself with your pussy. he was licking and sucking on your clit so well, you could barely concentrate on what you were doing. you continued to bob your head up and down over his cock as he keep eating you out, your moans being muffled by his dick. the vibrations of your moans over his dick made him approach his orgasm faster than usual, already feeling his stomach tighten and his dick twitching in your mouth. he didn't want to cum before you, so he started to speed up his actions, hands tightly gripping your thighs, probably leaving a mark tomorrow

he heard your moans get higher in pitch, and your hips began to grind onto his face slightly, signaling you were close. you continued moving up and down on his dick, hands massaging his balls as you felt his dick twitch in your mouth. your orgasm hit you hard, hips bucking onto your boyfriends face as you tried to continue sucking on his dick, becoming too distracted on by your own orgasm hitting you. jake didn't stop his ministrations, riding you through your orgasm, making sure to lick up every last drop of your juices. your hand continued to move up and down his dick, and you moved your head back down to his dick so he could come too. not long after he was cumming in your mouth, moaning into your pussy sending vibrations and overstimulating you

you gathered all his cum into your mouth, sitting up and turning around so he could see your face as you swallowed it. that was one of his favorite parts when you sucked his dick, getting to see you swallow his load

his hands moved to your waist as you sat over his abs, feeling your juices spread over his stomach. you leaned down to kiss him, and he practically got hard again tasting himself on your lips. you smiled into the kiss as you pulled away, biting his lip before you pulled away and let go

"happy birthday, pretty boy"

you rolled off his stomach to lay next to him, turning your head to look at him with a smile. he looked back at you, returning the smile fondly. he rolled to the side to cuddle into you, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him before he could

"you thought we were done baby? oh no, were just getting started"

a/n: GUYS FINALLY I KNOW ITS OUT AHHHHH. i wrote this all in one sitting cuz i was determined to finally get it out for you guys after weeks of not being able to😭 i hope you guys enjoy, and sorry it’s a little short🥲🥲🥲

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[lowkeyremi]

Back off my man osamu x fem!reader

notes: I was only gonna write for tsumu but like it's osamu's bday too and i love him. Basically some girl doesn't seem to get the hint so u have to assert ur dominance. the tsumu ver is here

Content: slight language, fluff, little bit suggestive (just a past sexual relationship samu had, established relationship

"Are you free tonight, Samu?" She asks him with a smile on her face.

He's told her millions of times about his girlfriend, which is you. This girl is persistent though, and has told him many times she'll treat him better than you ever could.

Which pisses you off because you've been his girl forever and you don't understand why this girl thinks she can just come in and take your spot.

"I've already told ya, I won't be free for ya, ever. What part of that do you not understand?" He asks, setting down a plate of your favorite onigiri for you. The workload has been crazy this past week and Osamu will always do anything to make you feel a little bit better. You do the same for him on days when the shop gets crazy.

"I just don't understand Samu! You used to have time for me during culinary school when we-" He cuts her off sharply.

"That was over six years ago, I don't understand why ya hang on so tightly to something that was never meant to be! We fucked a coupla times back then and that was it. I found the one for me, so please drop it." His jaw is clenched and you can tell he's very irritated by this woman.

His fist is also balled up on the counter. You try to soothe him by grabbing his hand and rubbing circles into it. He breathes softly trying to calm down.

You can't just sit here and watch this woman do this anymore. You've tried to be nice to her, but she makes it so hard.

"But-"

"Listen, if Osamu wanted you he would have chosen you. Osamu is a smart man and he knows what he wants." You're good at keeping your voice level when you feel anything but calm.

She glares at you, and Osamu doesn't even say anything. He's trying to calm down some.

The woman gets up from the high top stool and stomps out of the shop.

"M'sorry ya had to see that, she just wasn't getting the hint." He says removing his cap and running a hand through his rich dark brown hair.

"It's okay, you look hot when you're mad." Even though it was a crappy joke it still gets a little chuckle from your boyfriend.

"Gonna go tidy up, are you heading to the house or stayin' here?" His look definitely says he wants you to stay, who are you to deny?

"Well duh! Who's gonna be DJ?" Nothing could bring you more satisfaction than the way his smile drops at the mention of you playing your music.

"On second thought, maybe ya should go home. Had a long day right?" Osamu is stuck with you, he should know this already.

You pretend to think about it for a second. "Hmm I think I'll stay."

"Okay, but don't play any of yer shitty music or I'll kick ya out." The crazy thing is that he's one hundred percent serious. You and Osamu are complete opposites except for the fact that you two both love food.

Your music taste has never really been his favorite. The same is true for his music. You always cover your ears and pretend gag.

"Hey 'samu?" You ask voice suddenly dropping to a whisper.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He returns.

"Do that more, okay? If anyone hits on you-"

"That was a one time thing cuz she kept asking over 'n over. Most people stop after the first time." Osamu disappears into the kitchen and you open your favorite music app to play your favorite artist.

"Womp womp, no more hot Osamu."

"The hell are ya talkin' about? 'M hot all the time." There's defensiveness in his voice like he was actually taking you seriously.

"I know, it was just a joke." You counter with a smirk.

"Ain't a funny one I can tell ya that." His large bulging arms cross and you can see his muscles flex.

"Go clean up! Stop looking like a thirst-trap all the damn time!" You whine in frustration. Osamu's deep laughter follows not too long after.

"Whatever ya say, sweetie."

[chrissdollie]

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"he's tryna get in mad dawg's pants brotha eughh.." your friend nathan snorts. the small market & cafe you and your sister-like friend madi work at is quiet, similar to most days. a few regulars drop by occasionally and update you and the girl about their life before driving off in a fresh, sick car. however, it's a little different today. you hear a childish whisper from your boyfriend's brother, matt, after returning from a lunch break and locking your customized pink honda. nate snickers next to matt, distanced away from madi and a new customer sitting in the cafe. his eyes catch yours from the mini market with a cheeky grin before waving his hand low to invite you over. your hand clutches a brown paper bag filled with lunches for you, madi, and your boyfriend's gang. speaking of your lover, the youngest triplet walks out of the messy male restroom with damp hair, clearly from fixing it up. chris' bored frown is quickly replaced with a toothy smile and a wink upon your entry.

you hurriedly rush past the unfamiliar guest to your crew, handing them their sandwiches out of the bag. "hey mama." chris brings up a hand to your cheek, pecking your glossy lips in greeting. "hi baby." you sweetly smile after pulling away before turning your head towards the stranger. "who's that? never seen him before.." you whisper with pinched eyebrows once your head snaps back. nate shoves a cold-cut sandwich into his mouth, eyes flickering between you and the counter where the blonde-haired individual sits. matt quietly thanks you for lunch and grins at the scene. the boy shrugs, "i dunno-- just showed up outta nowhere. he's got pretty eyes though." he jokes, taking a bite of his sandwich. you giggle lightly, turning around again to watch the madi and the guy interact. "man, he's got a nice cut." nate muffles through a full mouth. chris slaps his bare arm chuckling, "chew your food dumbass". the two playfully bicker as you stare at madi, searching for any signs that may show she's uncomfortable. she seems fine until that bitch salem struts in with her stupid ass ponytail and fugly cowboy boots. she drunkingly plops down on the stool next to the blond, a goofy smile spreading across her face as she pulls shades off her face.

"my, my!" her voice cracks loudly with madi scrunching up her nose. "i've never seen you before. you from outta town?" she smirks, tapping her hot pink nails against the counter melodically.

madi scoffs, annoyed. flicking a strand of hair out of her face, she turns to the four of you knowingly. you sigh, tugging the front of your boyfriend's black tank. "go get her" you fold your arms as your head spins to look at chris. he groans. salem always has a problem with any new people. she's childishly defensive of "her" territory. stupid, yeah. chris brushes past you guys to salem where he pulls her off the stool, matt following behind him. "oh-- hey guys! is this our new pal? the new buddy? fuckin' weirdo i say, tryna FUCK MADI, YOU WEIRD ASS!" salem begins to screech as the two triplets grab ahold of her arms. their faces are stone cold having been through this far too many times before. the blond gets out of his chair, throwing money on the table with an icked expression befire he waving to madi and walking out of the cafe to his car. "BETTER FUCKING RUN, PUSSY!!" salem continues to yell. chris and matt drag her to the back of the building into a tiny office. they throw her on the chair while nate comes up from behind you to grab a water bottle.

"why the fuck are you drunk at 1pm?" chris spits, taking the bottle from nate and shoving it in her hands, tired of dealing with her shit. like he does madi, he considers salem a sister knowing her since their teenage years. unfortunately, that's the main reason why he keeps her around. "you don't turn your back on family", as he says. as you stare at the pitiful girl, you think, if it were your choice, you'd kick her to the curb without a second thought. she's never liked you anyway. you bite the inside of your cheek, watching her rub up against your boyfriend, pushing her drunken state. chris had always made sure she knew her boundaries. don't worry, he's not totally clueless. he's been aware of her feelings for him, but she just doesn't care. the girl abruptly snatches the front of chris' tank into her fist, standing up after slamming the water bottle onto a desk. you roll your eyes, dropping your arms by your side ready to interfere. "alright, alright, that's enough."

the four of you standing around salem turn around to the sight of jimmy sturniolo, the triplets' father. the man who runs this business and had street raced for years before quitting when he reached a mature age. his thin long sleeve is covered in oil from fixing up cars. "hey dad." the two triplets greet him unanimously. jimmy adjusts his cap before slapping his boys on the back as hello with a fatherly smile. "miss yn.." he playfully gasps and bows. you grin back toothily while wrapping your arms around his torso and kissing the side of his wrinkly face. he holds his hand to your cheek with sweet adoration before clearing his throat and turning to salem, nate, and now madi in the office. everyone stays quiet, watching jimmy as he stares back at everyone else blankly. that is until he claps his hands and rubs them together. "race tonight on 4th. i'll be there watching." he smirks, ruffling matt's already messy hair before striding out of the store.

"yo mads, what's up with that dude that was here?" nate wiggles his eyebrows, grabbing a capri sun from the employees' mini fridge. the girl rolls her eyes with a shy smile, shrugging her arms lazily as her silky hair falls behind her. "he just comes around sometimes. it's no biggie, he's nice." she says giving you nervous side glances. you hide your knowing face by turning to a frowning triplet. "hey youu." you poke his cheek with your finger. he hums in response, wrapping both arms around your waist and swaying you away gently. "m gonna race t'night." you state, looking up at the boy while you hold onto him. he sighs, dropping his head onto your bare shoulder, fluffy brunette hair brushing against your skin. "babe.." chris starts. you cut him off almost immediately, "i know, i know! but listen, i'll make sure everything is good, 'kay?" the boy picks his head up, looking down at you while he thinks. you raise your eyebrows hopefully, squeezing onto him a little tighter.

finally he exhales dramatically, throwing his head back. you smile widely. "fine, but i'm checking everything twice!" he pinches the side of your waist. you giggle, giving him a quick kiss. "thank youuu! i'm gonna beat your ass so bad." you grin at the trace of pink lipgloss you left on his lips that he doesn't care to wipe away.

chris scoffs, "okay missy. you wanna bet on that?" he challenges with daring eyes. a loud interruption from one of your boyfriend's employees catches chris' attention. "yo! andre wants the engine fixed boss!" the brunette sighs with a curt nod. you rub your glossy lips together while he reverts his blue eyes back to you, shrugging his sweaty shoulders with disappointment. "duty calls sweetheart." he plants a sweet kiss that was only supposed to be for a second onto your mouth, but you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip teasingly.

grinning playfully, you begin to pull away when a hand lifts from your side and reaches to the back of your head, dragging you back in. chris sucks on your tongue nastily while massaging your waist with his resting hand. then he abruptly pulls away grinning with a string of saliva holding onto both of your mouths. he licks the spit off his pink lips with his long tongue before dropping the rough hand from the back of your head. your pretty lashes flutter back at your boyfriend's smirk dazedly, fixing your little pink skirt from where his hand left. "bye baby." he finishes pulling out a toothpick from his denim pocket and tugging it between his lips before smacking your ass as he walks by you with a chuckle. with smeared lipgloss, you smile gently. that is until you remember the race. you call out to him, "wait! how much are we betting?"

your boy smirks as his head cocks around , still keeping a fast pace. “5 times you gotta make me cum okay?!” that horny loser you call your boyfriend yells back, his hand cupping his mouth. your eyes widen making a “shut the fuck up!!” face. chris giggles before turning his head back around and heading out the door. five times huh? you shake your head with a stupid grin and return behind the counter, picking up your brown paper lunch bag when you do. your eyes scan up to your pink honda parked infront of the cafe. you smile confidently. "okay, bet!"

chris had tweaked some parts of your car before the race. fixed little things here and there, practically perfected your precious vehicle. you pull up to your designated spot right before the starting line. the large crowd forming cheer at the sight of your pretty car and you inside. you being your sweet, bubbly self, you roll down the passenger window to blow a little kiss to the onlookers and betters. engines around you revving, excited cheers, disgusting catcalls, the sounds were all too familiar. most would argue that a sweet girl like you doesn't belong in this type of area. you used to think so too, but you'd proved your worth here. most people don't fuck with you, not just because of your boyfriend's status, but your true threats. one time, some whore said she'd give chris head since you lost a 1v1 to her friend. you scoffed, telling her you'd slash her tires if she tried. guess who had to visit the repair?

your moment of attention fades into the past when your hot ass boyfriend turns the corner of the street in his glossy orange toyota supra. his black bulletproof tinted windows roll down to flash his toothy, smug, panty-dropping smirk to the audience. one hand on the steering wheel, his other arm wraps around the passenger seat's head, his muscles flex beautifully. your eyes wander all over him. he looks gorgeous, to say the very least. the flag girl pops her bubblegum, a knowing chuckle leaving her mouth. "you winnin tonight?" she cocks a brow with a questioning eye. the egotistical brunette lets a "tsst" past his lips, picking up a can of pepsi from the console. "is the sky fucking blue?"

the flag girl chuckles, sticking her tongue out before heading back to the starting line. your boyfriend's head turns to you with hearts in those blue eyes. "whooo, you're lookin stunning, baby!" chris whistles, fanning himself with his hand playfully. you giggle, fluttering your lashes unconsciously. it was true, you always dress all out for races, from glittery pink eyeshadow on your lids to the chunky mary janes on your lace stocking-covered feet.

"what's a lil thing like you doin here?" an unfamiliar voice calls out to you. a taller viewer next to him smacks the man's chest lightly with a startled face like he just asked the most unimaginable question ever. his head shakes with annoyance before turning his head to you with a sigh. "my bad doll, he ain't from these blocks." you smile. "doll", a sweet nickname given to you from chris and spreading throughout the streets. your attention turns back to him, currently checking all his mirrors. your thighs clench, remembering his words from earlier in the day. whether you win or lose, it's gonna be a good night.

nathan enters your vision as his blue nissan pulls up next to chris. he throws you a friendly wink before getting situated. one more person to go! you adjust your tiny pink miniskirt just before pulling lipgloss out of your purse and reapplying, puckering your glittery lips in the mirror afterward. you hear tires coming up from behind you. you quickly glance to the right to see the final driving you're up against. your little smile drops to a frown almost immediately. "hey princess." salem waves teasingly, both hands gripping the steering wheel. your eyes dart to the figure in her passenger seat. "who's the hunk?" you nod to the guy. she turns her head before rolling her eyes. "i dunno. we're gonna fuck when i win though!" the girl makes direct eye contact with you, biting her lip as she arches her back, her tits pressing into the wheel. her mouth drops open widely, eyes clamping shut pornographically. the man next to her laughs dryly, both hands resting behind his head.

"i'm surprised you could even get in." your sugary voice sasses in reference to the $2,000 buy-in. she scoffs, however not getting to bite back when the announcer waves his hands. you drop the conversation, locking in. hands on the wheel, you look at chris one more time before the race begins. he's already looking at you, a hand on the gear stick. "i love you, best of luck." he comments simply. you dopily smile, "i love you too."

"alright, ready..."

your hand reaches to your gear stick.

"set.."

the mob of people whistle and cheer, most crossing their fingers that they consume more money than they've lost. you're ready, craving the extreme acceleration, close encounters with violently crashing, sharp drifts. the risk is what you race for.

"goo!!"

the flag drops simultaneously when you drop your foot on the gas sharply. the four of you take off, tires screeching as you speed down an empty road leading into the city. it's intense when you reach it, turns fast and swervy. you check your mirrors and see salem following you like a lost puppy. you grin with a scoff. poor thing. you step on your pedal harder, speed rising past 140 miles per hour. you turn into an alleyway, cruising through the tight space with ease. bye bye salem!

you make it out the backstreet, spinning the wheel acutely. you slide into lanes of cars, your favorite part. you hum excitedly, weaving through the vehicles scattered around. you purse your lips noticing nate and chris up not too far ahead. "alrightyy!" you beam, taking a hand off the wheel to fluff your hair. accelerating, you gain on the two boys. they switch lanes fast, and you almost forget which way you're going. cars honk annoyingly at you three, driving at higher speeds than usual. "fucking street racers!" you hear behind you distantly. a clump of traffic catches your attention, races are normally well into the night so this doesn't happen. "dang it." you whisper, swerving onto another road. this'll slow you down for sure, and you have no doubt in your mind that chris will somehow make it past the clutter, the way he knows how to drive.

you make it back onto the track you're familiar with when salem pulls up right next to you. you curse under your breath, using your accelerator and revving your car. you pace ahead just to see chris passing the finish line, and nate not too far behind. you exhale, using all the boost you have left to speed ahead, beating nathan past the finish line by just an inch. “damn!” the boy yells, slamming his palms onto his wheel. you slow down, watching chris climb out of his car as the crowd swarms around him with congratulations. he flashes his toothy smile, lifting the designer shades from his face. he looks so good like this, city lights reflecting onto his chain and belt buckle. he's handed a cash envelope which he proudly takes, thanking the host who begins rambling to him.

though chris' head spins around, looking for you. he almost immediately catches your eye with a satisfied grin, walking away from the person talking to him without a word. he comes up to your rolled down window, leaning on the sill. he waves the orange envelope as nathan and jimmy come up behind him. "let's go celebrate, drinks on me!" chris exclaims, jimmy patting his back with a proud smile. "congrats!!" you smile, leaning over to give him a sweet peck. he cheeses against your lips when you pull away, remembering your bet from earlier in the day. "uh, actually i left something in your car babe. jimmy do you mind driving mine?" you ask innocently, batting your lashes at the older man. he waves his hand, "no problemo doll." chris winks knowingly, your eyes darting from his shyly.

you and chris hop into his toyota, driving off to the bar where everyone was supposed to meet. "what did you 'leave in here'?" he mocks, one hand on the wheel and the other on your revealed thigh. you giggle, grabbing the hand on your thigh. "chrisss.." you mutter in defeat. suddenly he pulls into a partially deserted spot away from all the buildings. he puts the car in park, ripping off his seatbelt.

"well it looks like i gotta get my second reward huh baby?" chris grins, eyebrows raising teasingly. you purse your lips with an agreeing hum before clumsily shuffling over to his side of the car, lifting the armrest back as you do. with a chuckle, the boy lifts both arms to reach behind the seat, staring down at your face right infront of the noticeable bulge in his pants. you gawk hungrily as you unzip his jeans, dig past his boxers, pulling his hard cock out. he hisses quietly before laying a hand down against the back of your head gently. his eyes soften for a second, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth, his hand grabbing your chin softly. "hey," he directs your eyes to meet his. "you tell me if it's too much, kay?" his thumb rubs against your cheek delicately as you smile warmly. "okay."

your gaze falls back on the delicious sight before you, your mouth watering. you blink hazily, mouth opening slowly. you give the slightly dripping tip a little stroke when chris' head falls back against the seat, teeth digging into his bottom lip. it's been a while since you went down on your boyfriend, he usually prefers to give you head under normal circumstances, but tonight is all about his pleasure. you stick out your tongue to lay it flat against the head of his dick, the precum sticking onto the pink muscle. you suck as gently as you can, spit beginning to drip out of your mouth. the boy's hand goes back to your head, lightly pushing you down. your mouth opens wider, taking in more of him. he sighs heavily, eyes squeezing shut. "fhuckk, g-good girl. such a good girl, mama." he pants, small grunts falling out of his throat.

you moan contently against his cock, the vibrations scrunching up your boyfriend's face blissfully. you remove your mouth and replace it with your soft hand, finger pressing against his tip while you turn your head to the side to lick a long stripe along the base. "o-oh god.. yesss, fuck!" the brunette mutters, teeth gritting as his hand rubs the back of your head comfortingly. you go back to sucking him off, deciding to speed this up as you feel your panties getting stickier as seconds pass. one of your hands pump the length you can't reach with your mouth while the other slides down your body to your crotch where you rub your clit in small circles. of course chris notices, a cheeky grin spreading across his gorgeous face. "this gettin you off baby? ahshhitt, 'm gonna take care of you in a sec, doll. s'close.."

you're making such a mess on his dick, it's disgusting. saliva dripping down his girthy length while he fights the urge to rut his hips up into your mouth. “oh god i’m gonna cum.” he groans, wiping strands of hair out of your face. you pull your head up slightly with tears down your face to swirl your tongue in circles on his tip. and just like that, his load spurts down your throat. he hums contently, eyes squeezed shut. you slurp what's left of his release before getting off him with a popping "p".

you wipe your bottom lip with your manicured finger, staring at the mess you've made chris with a lustfully fuzzy head. you dumbly whine, pushing your skirt down your legs. chris chuckles, "yeah i know what y'need sweetheart, c'mere." he coos, patting his lap and scooting his chair back so you have space to climb onto him. your skirt is thrown behind you onto your seat before latching onto your boyfriend's beefy arms like a koala. he gently kisses your puffy cheeks, hands resting on your hips as you hoist yourself above him. you glance at your boyfriend's face that's filled with love and longing. you needily crane your neck down to smash your lips onto his. he grunts in surprise before slithering his hands down to cup your asscheeks. it's all teeth and tongue really, he sucks on your tongue sloppily, devouring you as much as possible.

"won it f'you."

you moan into his mouth, thin panties brushing against the head of his dick. chris brings a thumb to your needy clit, slowly rubbing in small circles. you were already dripping just from tasting him, the stimulation on your pearl only adding to your arousal. you whine, unintentionally rolling your hips onto his finger. his arm moves from your hip to wrap around your waist, holding you more securely. you quietly squeal and squirm when he applies harder pressure. you let out tiny strings of "mm"s as you slowly sink down onto his big dick. he watches with hungry eyes, cooing, "doing so good honey."

"so full-- inside me.." you babble, hips finally pressing against his as you bottom out. your face twists in a mix of pain and pleasure as chris sighs in relief, hands at your hips again. he lets you get used to him, leaning forward to distract the small feeling of pain while you get used to his length. he sucks on your cute wet lips that gush out drool while your hands come up to grab his face. his hips uncharacteristically buck up at your soft touch. you pull away from his lips to whine loudly, his head pushing against your chest, hand pulling down your shirt to reveal your perky tits. he groans, smushing his face onto one, latching his lips on the bud and sucking roughly. "chriss.." you moan, your hips starting to move. he praises you with a mouthful of boob, "start movin' baby-- yeah, good girl.. ride this dick." he spits out any thought in his mind as you start to pick up the pace.

"gonna make you feel good, baby!" you whimper, bouncing on his cock with all your strength. he grunts, head pulling away from your chest. you're not usually on top, you and chris both prefer him taking care of you. but shit, you're doing so well right now. "my girl must've been waiting all day huh?" he teases, though you don't see through his pestering. "yeah.. all day." you shut your eyes, the squelching of your slick getting louder as you wear youself out. "looked s-so good winning, chris." his heart swells with pride, an strong rush flowing through his body. he sits up straighter, hands gripping your sides and ruts himself up into you. his feet plant on the floorboard of his car, pounding up into you as hard as he can. sweat drips down both of your foreheads, moans in unison. you cry, your back arching against the steering wheel. "oh fuck." chris whispers, watching you come undone. he rubs your clit again and licks a long stripe up the valley of your tits. "ohmygosh, m gonna--" you whine.

"i know, angel. want you to cum, it's okay." he utters smoothly.

he feels you squirting around his cock, completely soaking his lower half and the seat. watching you only pushed him over the edge further, releasing hard inside of you. you moan happily, feeling his warm liquid spill into your body. your face is flushed, hand sliding down chris' abs while he sputters out curses, dick still throbbing even after cumming. "so good, love you baby." you kiss him, licking his teeth. your lower half starts to move again, rolling against him. with a gentle hand, he pulls your face off his. "nono, we gotta get home. not gonna fuck you in here again, gotta do it good." he rambles, grabbing your skirt from your seat. "three more times, remember?" he smugly grins, flashing his pearly whites. you shyly smile, resting your head on his shoulder. "okay." you whisper as he rubs your back with a large hand. he kisses your head, not bothering to move you when he moves the gear stick to drive. "how about later we go get that designer purse you wanted?" he beams, loving being able to treat his girl in any way he can.

its finally outt!!!! after a month of saying i was gonna release it oopsies... anyway! hope u enjoyed, ending was kinda rushed but oh well. i kinda just realized that i never did anything with salem regarding to her crush on chris... sorry abt that!! ♡

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…stays in madrid [2/2]

pairing: jude bellingham x black oc (naomi sinclair) summary: what happens in madrid… warnings: small small reference to sex. tags: @emjayewrites @cocobutterqwueen @neeville @neewrites @blueaetherr @vile-harlot + anyone else who likes football fics? let me know if you want to be added! an: love naomi and jude down bad.

fc: renee downer

part one: what happens in madrid

1 year later.

She received an offer. To start a career in a new city—Madrid. To network with the most experienced and knowledgeable fashion. icons, to hone in on her craft of designing, to get one step closer to creating her own brand. She received an offer to be an Associate Director of Development and Design and she took it.

At the first opportunity, she packed her degree, all her belongings, sold her home, and jetted to Madrid on the first available flight. There, she was greeted with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine on her kitchen island in the center of her new condo.

Congratulations, it read. I’m so proud of you and all you’ve done. I hope you enjoy Madrid as your home. Can’t wait to see you. Xx Jude.

Naomi smiled softly. Still as sweet as he was a year ago when he desired her attention. She brought the bouquet to her nose and inhaled softly. The scent of tulips would never get old. She made a mental note to keep flowers in the kitchen as frequently as she could.

Naomi spent the next few hours unpacking and organizing her home. By the time she’d come to a reasonable stopping point, her bedroom and bathroom had been unpacked and organized. Her kitchen and living room required some work, but they would be priority for later.

She huffed and prepared to sit on the edge of the bed but was halted in action by a loud knock on her door. Naomi whined loudly and clenched her teeth. With her feet planted firmly, she rolled her shoulders bag and trudged toward the door. 9:42pm. Who could…?

“Fix your face,” she heard once she opened the door. Her features immediately softened, her shoulders relaxed, and her eyes lit up. On the other side of the door was Jude, leaned up against the doorframe, another bouquet of flowers in one hand while a large backpack occupied the other. “Can’t be that upset to see me, can you?”

Naomi smiled softly and ushered him in. Jude nodded as he glanced around her apartment in approval. Proud was an understatement. She’d done the damn thing and he couldn’t have been happier for her. “Looks good, babe. You need help with anything?” Jude hardly emptied his hands before Naomi’s chest was pressed against his and her lips claimed his. His large hands circled around her waist and snuck downward to caress her bottom. She smiled against his lips. Three months was too long without him, and now, she’d see him almost everyday.

“Not right now,” she said once she pulled away. Her thumb caressed his face in endearment. She wiped away the remnants of her lip gloss and giggled. “Thank you for coming. I wasn’t expecting you until later this week.”

Jude shook his head. “My girl’s in Madrid and you thought I wasn’t coming today?” He blew a raspberry and waved her off. Naomi held her hands up in faux defense, “Alright now, Mr. Bellingham.”

“You eat?” he asked, sauntering to the counter top. Naomi shook her head. He began to dig into the backpack and pulled out containers of food—a variety to choose from. And of course, her favorite wine along with chocolate and packs of popcorn. “Jude…”

He was just so him. So considerate and kind. So generous and lovely. Her eyes began to water. Who would’ve known that the man who approached her a year ago at a dinner would be in her new home wining and dining her. Blessed couldn’t even describe how she felt.

“You’re amazing. Thank you,” Naomi said, wrapping her arms around his waist. Jude pressed his lips against her forehead, his heart fluttering at her touch. “Gonna take a shower. Did you bring clothes?”

Jude nodded, his stomach clenching. “Yeah, why, what’s up?”

Naomi pulled away and raised her eyebrow suggestively. Jude smiled softly and tapped her bottom as he followed her to her bedroom. “Yes ma’am.”

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“Right there, baby?” His warm breath tickled her ear and scratched at her insides. Speechless. How had she never known the beauty of making love? It was so rich and warm. Maybe it was because of his gentleness and patience.

The way he caressed her so softly, encouraged her so boldly, and expressed his adoration so freely, had her mind going in circles. How had she gotten so lucky?

Her words were gargled as she tried to make out a simple statement. He found amusement in her struggle. She swallowed thickly. “Yeah, right there…”

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naomisinclair from madrid, with love.

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“I’m so glad you’re here,” Jude whispered. “I know you’re not here for me, but you being here means everything to me.”

Naomi smiled. She placed her food on the bedside table and threw her arms over his body. “I’m glad I’m here too. I love you.”

Jude seared his lips against hers. To be close to her was everything. To know her was a privilege. One that he’d never take for granted. Ever. “I love you.”

[thetomorrowshow]

intruder

backstory of why jimmy and scott moved out of the super neighborhood in my empires superpowers au!

cw: murder (in SELF-DEFENSE) of an unnamed character, blood/violence, like a decent bit of it, injury, dissociation

~

Scott’s been missing for two days.

Scott’s been missing for two days, and Jimmy isn’t going to wait around doing nothing.

The news had come in the form of a knock on the front door, around 3pm on the first day. Jimmy doesn’t officially live at Scott’s house, but he spends a fair amount of time there, and now he pushes back from the kitchen table and heads to the front door, snapping on the mask that hangs on a hook by the entrance.

“Oh, hi, TJ!” Blossom says when he opens the door to find her on the step, flowers actively winding around in her hair. “Is Major around?”

Jimmy frowns, checks his watch. “Um, he left for work this morning, around eight? He shouldn’t be back until four, at the earliest.”

Why would Blossom be asking him this? Don’t they all have some sort of hero group chat?

“Are you sure?” Blossom’s smile drops. “Did he say he was headed somewhere else?”

“Just to work,” says Jimmy. “Why? What’s up?”

 Blossom bites her lip, the flowers in her hair wilting. “He never showed,” she says. “He isn’t responding to messages.”

That’s enough for Jimmy to shut the door and run back to the table, grabbing his cell phone. Then he returns, pulling it open again. Blossom is still there, looking a little surprised.

Jimmy pulls up his contacts, clicks on the one labeled ‘scott :) - super’ and hits call.

“You’ve reached Major, I’m probably winning a battle right now. Send me a text and I’ll get back to you when I have a moment.”

Straight to voicemail.

That can’t be good.

“Try the Mad King,” Jimmy tells her. “I’m still working until four, but keep me updated. Do you have my number?”

But Blossom never texts him any news.

And Joel tells him, that night, that Scott’s officially missing, and they’re moving Jimmy to a safehouse.

So it isn’t even 8pm when Jimmy finds himself in a small apartment downtown, the dim light of the setting sun half-illuminating the single room.

And Jimmy stays there all night, staring at his phone, as his worry crescendos over and over again, blowing out lightbulbs and spoiling food can by can.

They still haven’t found him in the morning.

Jimmy can do nothing but sit, alone, in this cheap, unused apartment of Joel’s, waiting for some message that his boyfriend has been found.

But there’s nothing, and Jimmy isn’t going to wait around doing nothing when Scott could be getting tortured right now.

Because that’s it, really. When Jimmy went missing, it was because some horrid, insane villain kidnapped him and ran experiments on him and treated him like an animal—

One of the blades on the floor fan comes off, crashing to the bottom of the fan cage.

Jimmy takes a deep breath.

He can’t continue to sit here on the ragged carpet (because there’s no furniture other than a single folding chair and a mattress) while Scott could be going through the exact same things that he had been subjected to.

Or worse, he thinks, pushing back a sickening memory.

So Jimmy packs up his little backpack that he hasn’t actually unpacked yet except to get his toothbrush, grabs the mask he’d left on the kitchen counter (which he balls up and shoves in the pocket of his jeans), and leaves, ready to find Scott.

Where does Scott usually go first?

He covers all of the city, but rarely ventures away from the most densely populated areas. Downtown is one of his favorites to frequent, as well as the pier.

Good thing Jimmy knows downtown like the back of his hand.

He catches the bus like it’s second nature, the schedule practically tattooed on the inside of his eyelids (despite the fact that he rarely rode the bus for fear of causing an accident. He learned it in case anyone ever asked him the bus schedule). He hasn’t spent much time out and about on his own, but he can get around and he’s lived with Lizzie long enough to know how to go somewhere by himself. That doesn’t mean he isn’t careful: he sits at the back of the bus with his back pressed against the window and watches everyone, careful to sort them into threat categories and keep tabs on everyone.

It’s exhausting. It always is.

It isn’t long at all before he leaves the bus at one of Scott’s favorite places—right across the way from the elementary school. Scott heads here first thing most mornings, keeping an eye on the children as they arrive at school.

The mask is scrunched uncomfortably in Jimmy’s pocket. He wishes he could put it on. He hates going out in public—not without at least a baseball cap.

It feels like everyone at this park is watching him.

Any of them could be in league with whoever took Scott. Any of them could have been one of the thugs that worked for Xornoth. Any of them could be someone he hurt in the past.

Every time someone walks past him, Jimmy automatically tenses. That woman could attack him. That man could crush his skull. That child could be a distraction. That man could grab him and pull him into an alley.

Jimmy shoves his hands in his hoodie’s pocket so that he doesn’t have to look at how they tremble. This is why he doesn’t go places alone. This is why he works from home right now.

This is why people need to not get kidnapped. Specifically the people that can help him not panic about being kidnapped.

Right, now, does he usually patrol around the school? Or just wait out front and watch the kids go in?

If he was Scott, what would he do?

Scott would probably patrol. He likes to be moving, likes to show off his skills.

So Jimmy hikes out of the park and crosses the road to the school, following the sidewalk all around the building.

On one side is an alley between some run-down apartments, and Jimmy passes through, keeping a close eye on anything out of place. Any knocked-over trash cans, any smears of dirt or dried blood on buildings, anything that could be the signs of a struggle.

He feels more and more anxious the further down he goes, swallowing back the thrumming of his power within him, the scar at the base of his skull burning.

He can’t cause an accident here. He's next to an elementary school, he can’t risk it.

Can he?

What accidents can he cause here?

Jimmy’s never really reached out with his powers before on purpose—not in a long time, not in a searching way.

But his powers can cause terrible things to happen, things as far away as inside the school, and if his power can know that there’s things that far away to ruin, then can’t he know, too?

So he reaches out into the surrounding buildings.

There are a lot of people here.

That’s the first thing he feels.

There’s hundreds of children in the school, and one of these buildings is an apartment complex, and Jimmy can’t see them or even really sense them? He just . . . knows that they’re there, in some kind of . . . sixth sense?

There are so many other things that he knows are there, but can’t verbalize. He simply knows, to an overwhelming degree, the contents of everything around and maybe there’s a reason he’s never done this before because he thinks he’s going to be sick—

“TJ!”

Jimmy flinches, hears something crash in the distance. He wheels around—this could be it this is the moment he’s kidnapped—, only to find fWhip standing at the mouth of the alley.

“Why are you out and about?” fWhip asks, moseying over, hands in his pockets. “Don’t you usually stay home from the cool parties?”

Right. He knows fWhip. Kind of. fWhip is nice, right? He helped save him.

Jimmy isn’t wearing his mask. Which is fine. It’s fine to not be wearing it, because fWhip recognized him anyways and his secret identity isn’t contingent on a mask anymore.

“Um, I’m looking for Major,” he says, head still spinning a bit. “He usually goes here every morning, and nobody saw him for his whole shift, so if he got kidnapped it was probably near—”

“Wait, Major’s missing?”

Jimmy frowns. “Yeah, did you not hear? He disappeared yesterday.”

fWhip checks over his shoulder, adjusts his goggles. “Okay. Not good. And if Major’s missing, why aren’t you in a safehouse?”

“Well, I was,” Jinmy says, looking down at his feet. How has he been caught already? He just barely left!

“But you couldn’t stick around when Major could be . . . being tortured?” guesses fWhip.

Jimmy shifts uncomfortably. “Yeah,” he says dejectedly. “But I can go back. The Mad King would—”

“Nah, don’t do that. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to. Do you need help looking?”

And before Jimmy can so much as process what he’s said, fWhip is reaching up to the window in the building beside them, testing the latch and finding it open.

“Let’s check out this place,” he suggests, shoving the window open and grabbing the sill, pushing himself up and into the window in an impressive show of upper-body strength.

Jimmy blinks.

He didn’t expect to be joined in his search.

Let alone by fWhip.

“Okay, nobody’s here,” fWhip calls out the window. “You coming?”

“Is there a door?” Jimmy asks halfheartedly.

fWhip shrugs.

Jimmy sighs, grips the windowsill (a bit lower for him than it had been for fWhip), and heaves himself up, legs kicking for purchase on the wall and arms trembling under his weight.

He falls back once, arm scraping a bit against the sill, then manages to pull himself up the second time, his ribcage pressed in painfully against the windowsill, where he hangs for a moment before tipping over and landing in a heap on the other side.

“Try to roll when you come in,” fWhip advises as Jimmy picks himself up. “It’s easier. And way more cool.”

“I’ll remember that,” Jimmy grumbles, brushing the copious streaks of dust off his hoodie.

“So we’re looking at an abandoned first floor of some office building, I think,” fWhip says, flipping a switch on his goggles. “See anything?”

Jimmy looks around. It’s a fairly large space, the concrete ground scarred by the torn-up carpet (some of which still lies in an awkward heap against a wall), a single dead office chair sitting in the middle of the room. Otherwise, there’s some brightly-colored papers in a corner, and—

The front door slams open.

“TJ,” comes a suspicious and familiar voice.

The Mad King is standing in the doorway.

“Rats,” fWhip says, frowning. “Did you follow me?”

“You and Mythics are always up to no good,” Joel tells him dismissively, before turning back to Jimmy, arms crossed. “Why are you here?”

“Um . . . looking for Major?” Jimmy tries.

Joel raises an eyebrow. “With fWhip? Come on, TJ, if you were going to break house arrest it should’ve been with someone respectable.”

“Hey!”

“Come on, back to the safehouse.”

“But—”

“TJ,” Joel says firmly. “We aren’t arguing about this. I’ll keep looking for Major, yeah? You need—”

“But I, I can help!” Jimmy insists. This isn’t fair, he shouldn’t be locked up when his boyfriend could be going through the worst experiences of his life—

“Jimmy,” Joel grits out. fWhip makes a ‘yikes’ face, turns to start going through the neon papers in the corner.

“Since Major has been kidnapped, they will want to get the people he cares about the most—you,” Joel stresses. “They will want to hurt you to get him to give up whatever information they’re looking for. That’s why—”

“I know, I know, but I can defend myself,” argues Jimmy. “It’s—it’s Sc—I mean, it’s Major. I have to help. And I know—”

“You’re helping by staying safe,” says Joel. “I’m not arguing about this, okay?”

“Who would have a bake sale and then put the signs in an abandoned building?” fWhip murmurs, examining one of the said signs.

Which is stupid.

This is stupid.

How does Joel expect him to just sit there?

How can he tell Jimmy to go hide and let Scott get hurt?

But there’s no point in fighting this.

“Maybe there’s some way you can help from the apartment, okay?” Joel says placatingly, and Jimmy rolls his eyes.

“Sure. Fine, take me back, officer.”

“Don’t get an attitude with me, young man,” Joel warns, sputtering jokingly, but Jimmy’s stomach squirms just the slightest bit.

He’s not a child.

“fWhip, I’ll be back here in half an hour, okay?” Joel says. “Let me know if you find anything.”

Then he strides out the door, Jimmy reluctantly following along behind.

-

Joel finds Scott the next day.

It’s a small place, a closed mechanic shop, near the East side of the city, where this particular gang of villains decided to keep him.

Joel finds him by checking the security footage of the elementary school. He sees, in the corner of one of the cameras, a couple of neon signs hanging on the side of the building fWhip and Jimmy had broken into.

Backing it up a little bit, Joel finds the car that carried the people who hung up the signs (something they did several hours before dawn).

And when he tracks down that car, he finds Scott.

Jimmy receives the text that Scott’s been found and instantly calls Lizzie, begging her for a ride home. Lizzie agrees, and when Joel and Scott come through the front door, Jimmy is there waiting, a frozen pizza in the oven.

Jimmy drops everything, his stress releasing in a little burst of power that crashes his phone and knocks all the cushions off the sofa, hurrying toward Scott.

Scott looks absolutely exhausted. His suit is torn here and there, his hair tangled and greasy, his eyelids drooping. But he gives Jimmy a small smile and acquiesces to a gentle hug.

“Glad you’re safe,” Scott murmurs. “I was worried.”

Jimmy chuckles, pitched a little high with nerves. “You were worried? Imagine my state!”

Scott pulls away, plants a small kiss on Jimmy’s lips before tugging off his mask, mouth twisting in a grimace.

There’s a large bruise on his cheek, and a small line of them down his jaw, but he otherwise doesn’t seem to be in very bad condition. Still, Jimmy frets, hands twisting anxiously.

“Where are you hurt? Do you need to get checked out? You really should go to the hospital, just in—”

“I’m fine,” Scott cuts him off. “Just some bruises. It’s all right.”

Even so, Scott stands there patiently, as Jimmy takes in every part of him.

He seems to be telling the truth. Nothing looks broken or like it’s bleeding too badly. He’s holding himself a little gingerly, though, that could be a broken rib—

Jimmy prods at his chest and Scott steps back, hands over himself.

“It’s not broken,” Scott says, teeth gritted. “Joel already tried it. Just a deep bruise.”

“Probably the worst kidnappers I’ve ever seen,” Joel calls from the kitchen, where he’d gone after pushing past the two of them in the hall. “Didn’t even know how to torture him properly.”

Torture? “Scott, I’m so sorry—do you need anything? Should I schedule you a therapy appointment?”

Scott bursts out laughing. “Thank you, baby,” he says. “I’m fine. I promise. Just tired.”

“And an idiot,” adds Joel. “How’d you manage to get kidnapped by such an incompetent lot?”

“Their signs said homemade croissants,” Scott moans, walking into the kitchen as if nothing ever happened (though his arm is still wrapped around his ribs). “You know I love supporting small local businesses.”

“’Twas your downfall,” Joel intones, snickering. “Sorry, mate.”

Jimmy follows awkwardly, not entirely sure how to behave.

Scott’s . . . fine?

He hadn’t even considered that as an outcome. He hadn’t dared to think that Scott might return without severe injuries, without being traumatized by the torture and greatly needing help returning to the real world.

Like Jimmy had been.

He doesn’t know what he can even do.

How can he help Scott when Scott doesn’t need help?

So Jimmy just kind of hovers, near Scott, as he sits there and eats pizza and jokes a little with Joel.

Then Scott leaves to go shower, and Joel shoots Jimmy a sympathetic smile.

“He’s fine,” Joel assures him. “He may be a bit clumsy for a while—his hands were zip-tied pretty tightly together—but he’s really fine.”

It’s hard to believe him.

But Jimmy just nods and resolves to not treat Scott strangely. He’s fine, after all.

If he’s fine, then so is Jimmy.

-

That night, there’s something wrong.

Jimmy wakes up quite suddenly, the odd sixth sense that he’d probed at the other day ringing with the notice that something is off.

He doesn’t know what. He doesn’t know what’s changed in their surroundings, but he knows that it’s not quite right and he needs to be aware of it.

Jimmy blinks open his eyes, glances over to Scott to reassure himself that his partner is safely there.

And leaning over Scott, a knife gleaming in their hand and poised above Scott’s chest, is a person dressed in black.

Jimmy reacts immediately.

He dives over Scott, knocking the man’s arm just as he sinks the knife down—Scott wakes with a cry of pain, the knife carving a jagged line in his chest and up his shoulder as the man is knocked off course.

Jimmy rolls off of Scott, faces the intruder for a brief second.

The intruder spits out a curse, then barrels into Jimmy, brandishing his knife.

Jimmy moves on instinct. He grapples with the man, twists his wrist with the knife—the man slashes at him, but Jimmy twists further until his grip loosens on the hilt, and then he takes the knife.

He spent hours and days and weeks training with Xornoth in knife work and he knows exactly how to attack to injure, which spots are the most painful without being fatal. He stabs the knife into the attacker’s upper arm, then into his side when he howls and twists away, and Jimmy can’t help but show off a bit as he flips the knife to his other hand and drives it into the man’s knee.

The intruder falls to his knees, and Jimmy’s head is pounding with the adrenaline, and he can’t move his focus from taking this man out entirely because he tried to kill Scott—

Jimmy spins around to be behind the man, hands on his throat—the man grabs at his wrists, nails scrabbling against his skin—and sends a burst of power out.

Under his sweaty palms, knife still tucked between the fingers of his right hand, Jimmy feels the man’s neck break. Not just the bone: his vocal cords snap—his muscles fall loose—his throat collapses, and so does the man, falling heavily to the carpet.

Jimmy stands there, panting.

Scott wheezes in pain.

Jimmy fumbles on the bedside table, grabs Scott’s hero phone with fingers slick with blood. He presses the emergency button on the side, holds it down for a solid five seconds.

Then he drops it back on the table, opens one of the drawers to pull out Scott’s mask.

“Jimmy,” Scott gasps, sitting up, clutching his arm over the slash in his shirt. “Are—are you okay?”

Jimmy nods, then he clicks on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in low, yellow light, and surveys Scott.

There’s a sheen of sweat over Scott’s bruised face, his eyes pained and confused (and concerned, and very very worried), but Jimmy barely registers that as his eyes find the wound.

His nightshirt is soaked in blood, spreading out from the slash, and it only takes one glance at the wound for Jimmy to know that it needs a professional to take a look at it. He doesn’t know near enough about injuries to know anything other than that it looks bad.

He leans over Scott (Scott flinches back) and pulls the mask over his face, carefully holding the knife pointed away from him. His hair catches a bit in the eyeholes and Jimmy doesn’t do anything about it.

"Major?" calls a voice from below, and Jimmy spins around, knife held out, as he hears the stairs creak with running footsteps. Was there back-up? No matter. There won’t be, soon.

A pajama-clad Blossom pushes open the door from where it's half-open (Scott always closes the door when they go to bed), her hands flying to her mouth when she takes in the scene. "Oh my gosh—Major, TJ, what happened? Should I call an ambulance? I'll call one—"

"Hello? Is everything okay?"

More footsteps, then Gem appears, mask pulled over tangled hair.

"Hi, we need an ambulance—the address—"

"What happened?" Gem says, echoing Blossom's words as Blossom turns away, one hand covering the ear not pressed to her phone.

Scott pushes himself up further, grimacing. "Intruder," he manages, nodding toward the body on the floor. Gem glances at it, before her eyes fix on Jimmy.

"TJ, sit down—where are you hurt? Where do you guys keep your first aid kit?"

"It's not my blood," Jimmy says, his voice too loud in his ears. He gestures with the knife toward the motionless body, the neck appearing kind of . . . squashed. "I'm fine. Check Major."

"Shoot, the attacker," Gem mutters. "Blossom, tell them that there's two or three people that need—"

"He's dead," Jimmy interrupts. "Don't worry about him. Check Major."

Gem blinks.

Meets Jimmy's eyes.

"Okay," she says after a moment. "I'll check Major. Did you kill him?"

Jimmy swallows.

"He was attacking us," he says stiffly. "He stabbed Major. I acted in self-defense."

Gem moves around and climbs onto Jimmy's empty side of the bed, still keeping an eye on him even as she checks out Scott, pulling away his shirt and asking quiet questions (to which Scott responds, his breath shallow and words faltering).

"The ambulance should be here soon," Blossom says, moving toward the foot of the bed. "TJ, you're covered in blood—set that knife down, let me help you."

"It's not my blood," Jimmy says again. "I'm fine."

"Okay, then—"

"You help Major," Gem says, slipping off the bed and coming back over. "I'll help TJ wash up. C'mon."

Numbly, Jimmy follows her out of the room, checking over his shoulder to make sure Scott is okay. Scott waves him on with the hand that isn’t held to his chest, and Jimmy continues down the hall, into the bathroom.

"We'll have to make this quick," Gem says. "Sit down. And give me that knife."

Jimmy doesn't want to give her the knife. He pulls it back to his chest when she reaches for it, thumbs the blade protectively.

"I need the knife to give it to Major, so that when the police get here we can have a convincing story without you in it. Make sense?"

After considering, Jimmy nods. It makes sense.

And that means he needs to not be here.

He hands over the knife. "I killed him," he says. "If they ask, Major stabbed him three times. Then he fell and broke his neck."

Gem shakes her head. "Okay. Wow. Okay. You know we don't normally kill people, right? Never mind. I'll go give this to Major."

Jimmy glances in the mirror as she steps past. There's blood spattered across his face, more in splashes on his nightshirt and shorts and arms. His eyes, cold and wide, peer back at him out of his pale face.

He needs to get out of here.

Gem returns after two or three minutes, handing Jimmy a jacket (one of Scott’s, he distantly notices).

"Zip that up over the blood, rinse off your hands, and let's go," she says. "We'll head to my place. Blossom will ride with Major in the ambulance. It doesn't look too bad, so he should be okay."

Jimmy obeys, letting Gem turn on the water so he can stick his hands under the cold spray.

For a moment, he's back there—just trying to scrub the blood off his hands from his first intentional murder in the sink with the broken handle.

Then he blinks, looking down at the sink, at the red running off his hands.

"Good enough. Let's go."

-

Joel joins them in Gem's dark kitchen after about two hours, stripping off a pair of gloves. He's fully dressed in his supersuit, his hair unbrushed and his posture stooped, looking more exhausted than ever.

"Gem, you have anything caffeinated?" Joel asks, opening a cupboard.

"Yeah, there's a pot of coffee already made. Mugs are in the left cupboard."

Jimmy watches as Joel finds a mug, fills it up with coffee, and then takes a swig of it black.

"Thanks," he says, face scrunching up at the taste. Joel doesn't like black coffee. Jimmy knows that. He always adds cream and sugar.

"Major's okay," Joel informs them, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table to sit across from them.

Jimmy's been here more or less in silence for the past hour and a half, staring at the wooden table. When they'd first come in, Gem had sent him to wash his hands and arms and face better than he had before, but there's nothing they can do about his sleepclothes, so he's just been sitting here in a blood-spattered t-shirt for a while. Gem had joined him after pulling a hoodie over her pajamas and starting the coffee maker, and has since sat beside him, working on a crossword puzzle.

"Major's okay, he and Blossom are at the hospital now. The intruder was pronounced dead on site. Major identified him as one of the men who kidnapped him."

Jimmy doesn't feel anything.

No sense of satisfaction at knowing that the man truly deserved it, no fear at how close they had been to getting killed, no guilt for his actions.

Nothing.

"TJ," Joel says hesitantly, "how are you doing?"

Jimmy shrugs.

He's still covered in the blood of the man he murdered.

"They say killing is like riding a bike," Jimmy says after a long pause. "You never quite forget how to do it."

Gem sighs. Joel winces.

"Right. Well, we don't really kill people, as a general rule. It's kind of, like, against the law."

The law.

As if the law applies to heroes and villains.

Jimmy's not really sure which one he is right now.

Neither, probably. Which means the law should apply to him, even if it hasn’t stuck in the past.

"I've never really been one to follow the law," Jimmy says.

"Sure, but as a person—"

He isn't a person. If anything was to prove that fact, it would be tonight. He hadn’t thought, he’d just acted, and even now the first feeling that he can even register is the feeling of not feeling. He isn’t a person.

He's a weapon.

He's a pet.

That's the word that triggers his therapy brain.

"I'm in a bad headspace," Jimmy interrupts Joel, using words that he'd rehearsed with Nora. "I don't feel like a person right now. I might be dissociating."

"We have to talk about this," Joel insists. "We can't run away from hard conversations—"

"I promised I would never kill again," Jimmy whispers, and, ah. There’s the panic. Detached and not quite real, but panic nonetheless. "I can't escape it. I'm not—I can't. I'm a weapon, I was made to be a weapon, I—"

"Stop that right now," says Joel firmly. "You are a person, and you just saved someone from being killed. It was self-defense, not mindless."

Jimmy almost laughs, because to some extent, it was mindless. He acted entirely on instinct, following the training Xornoth had given him, whether or not it was self-defense.

He doesn't like hurting people.

He never wanted to go back to being a villain.

It's not even that he's upset about killing that specific man. Screw that man, he tried to kill his boyfriend.

He's really just afraid that now that he's killed one person, he'll keep doing it. It isn’t like anyone can stop him. Nobody can stop him, not even himself, and he wouldn’t even care if his current state has anything to say about it.

"TJ," Gem says carefully, "why did you kill that man?"

Jimmy frowns. Why? "To protect Major."

"Do you have any desire to kill people outside of defense?"

Does he?

He's never had the desire to kill.

Not even when he was getting rewarded for it. Killing was something he did to survive, to escape severe punishment, or accidentally.

And here, he killed to protect. To save his boyfriend. He didn't get any satisfaction out of it. He certainly didn't enjoy it. He doesn't want to do it again.

That cuts through the foggy panic in his mind, the fear that he might keep going, that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

"No," he says, then stronger, "no. I never want to kill. I hate it. I only do it when I have to."

Joel lets out a breath of relief. "Thank goodness. Okay, next issue. You and Major clearly aren't safe here. Do you want to try to stick it out, or should we start moving you two as soon as possible?"

Jimmy hadn't even thought about it.

Of course they aren't safe here—he hadn't been safe alone, when Scott was kidnapped and he had to be moved to the safehouse. Why did he think that things would magically change just because Scott was here? Every villain in the city knows where they live. The rest of the gang that kidnapped Scott could show up on their doorstep at any time, even more angry than before.

Anyone could show up at any time.

Jimmy doesn't feel as secure as he used to feel, surrounded by superheroes as they are.

"We'll move," Jimmy decides. "As soon as Major is back, we're moving. It just isn't safe here."

They’ll move.

Then he’ll deal with this numbness.

-

"Hey!" Jimmy calls, running into the kitchen. "No! You aren't allowed to lift anything more than ten pounds, put that down!"

Scott sighs with an over-dramatic roll of his eyes, sets the box back on the counter. "It's not that heavy. And it doesn't even hurt right now."

"Just because it doesn't hurt doesn't mean it isn't injured, Mister," Jimmy tells him. "You don't want to pull out your stitches."

"You haven't let me help at all. Pearl already handled the actual heavy stuff, let me do something."

Jimmy shakes his head and picks up the box. "That's your own fault for getting stabbed right before we moved."

"We're moving because I got stabbed," Scott points out. "It's not like any of this was planned."

"You should have thought about that before you got stabbed, then."

Scott groans, then reluctantly laughs. "I guess I should have. Can I at least drive?"

Jimmy lets out a very put-upon sigh. "I suppose, since I don't have a driver's license, you can be allowed to drive. But only if you behave yourself."

Scott giggles again. "You're adorable," he says fondly. "You know I'm the Primary Protector of the city, right? I don't think you'd be able to stop me."

"And I killed a man last week," counters Jimmy. "I don't think you want to be on my bad side."

"Oh," Scott says after a moment. "Are we joking about this now?"

Jimmy shrugs. "We're in the laugh-or-cry stage. I'm trying to laugh about it right now."

Scott looks at him. Really, truly, looks at him.

Then he laughs. Just a little bit, but still a laugh.

"I love you," he says. "I'll help you hide the body next time."

Jimmy laughs a little, too, but Scott pauses.

"There . . . isn't going to be a next time, right?" he asks uncertainly.

"Oh, absolutely not. Not unless it's entirely necessary."

Scott nods several times. "Good," he says. “Yep. Cool.”

Jimmy turns back toward the door, box in his arms, and waits until he’s out of the house to huff, shaking his head (though a smile plays on his lips).

They’re okay.

He pushes away the numb feeling that threatens to seep into his brain and thinks and remembers and knows that they’re okay.

That’s good enough for him.

[hqbaby]

twenty-nine — fuck it

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

previous — masterlist — next

word count. 1.3k content. swearing, mentions of violence

“Ya have to eat,” Osamu says, pushing the plate towards his brother. “I’m so close to telling Ma.”

“Don’t tell Ma, ya snitch!”

“Then eat my damn food!”

“Fine!”

Atsumu begrudgingly shoves the spoon in his mouth, glaring at his brother as he chews.

“So? Whaddya think?”

“It’s fine.”

“Can’t hear ya.”

“It’s good.”

“Atta boy.”

Osamu watches as his brother shoves spoonful after spoonful into his mouth, staring off into space from his seat across the kitchen table. They never tell each other—because that would mean breaking the bro code—but they care about each other more than anything in the world. 

He knows that he would stop a bullet for his brother, no questions asked. It makes him feel useless knowing that this particular bullet Atsumu’s dealing with right now isn’t something he can take, that he has to watch his twin suffer this mess alone.

“Have ya talked to her?” he asks.

Atsumu shakes his head. “Wouldn’t know what to say,” he says. “I was an ass the last time we spoke.”

“She was also a bit of an ass,” Osamu points out.

A glare. “Don’t say that.”

Hands up in defense. “Just saying.”

The blond twin pushes his plate away, all clean. “Have ya spoken to him?”

“Yer mortal enemy?” Osamu quips. “Nah, I haven’t had the chance to.”

Atsumu chews on his bottom lip. It’s been a few days since you last spoke, a few days since he and Suna fought in the gym. They started taking turns going to training after the rest of the team decided it would be better if they both cooled off for a while. He feels completely isolated—both the love of his life and his highschool friend suddenly gone in an instant. And he feels like it’s all his fault.

When he first found out about you and Suna, he had no idea what to do. It was one thing knowing that you’d kept it from him, it was another thing wondering why you’d kept it at all.

He got that you’d been hurt, deeply at that, and all his love wouldn’t fix what had been broken. But it bothered him more than he thought it would knowing that you hadn’t so much as mentioned a thing to him. If Suna hadn’t told him, he might never have known.

Did you love Suna too? Did his feelings change things between the two of you? Were they enough to make you leave Atsumu?

He’s known for a while now that he would give you anything, do anything for you. You didn’t just knock down the walls in his head, you’d built yourself a room, made yourself a bed. You’re everything to him, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

That’s why he knows, no matter what he was feeling, what he did was selfish. He wasn’t doing it for you, he was doing it for himself. 

So he could keep you—when he hadn’t even given you the chance to stay.

“Hold on,” Suna groans, putting a shirt on as he walks to the front door.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“I’m coming!” he calls out, voice still thick with sleep. “Just hold on a second for fuck’s sake.”

He turns the knob. Opens the door. Finds Atsumu on the other side.

“Nope.”

He moves to close the door again.

“Wait!” The other boy jams his foot between the frame and the door. “Come on, man, I just wanna talk.”

“With your fist?” Suna asks. “Because we already tried that last time. DIdn’t work out that well.”

He hears a sigh on the other side of the door. “Please.”

Fuck it.

He swings the door open and turns to walk to the kitchen, assuming Atsumu will follow after him. He does of course. Suna plops onto a stool at the kitchen counter and eyes the other boy as he awkwardly sits down beside him.

“It’s like four in the morning,” he says.

Atsumu smiles sheepishly. There’s still a hint of a bruise around his eye. “I know,” he says. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Sure. Thinking big thoughts?”

“Somethin’ like that.”

Suna sighs, slumping onto the counter lazily and turning his head sideways to watch his friend squirm. “What?”

Atsumu’s eyes dart skittishly across the room. “I have somethin’ to say.”

“Uh-uh?”

“And just… listen.”

He narrows his eyes but nods. “Okay.”

The blond looks down at his hands as he plays with the string of his hoodie. “I’m gonna back off.”

Suna frowns. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m gonna back off,” Atsumu repeats. “I… shouldn’t have done what I did. Ya should’ve been able to tell her. She-she should’ve known.”

“What?” He can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Are you high?”

He gets an eye roll in response. “I just want her to be happy,” he says, and Suna can tell it hurts him more than he wants to let on. “And, if that’s not with me…”

“You’re giving up?” Suna asks in disbelief. “Just like that?”

Atsumu frowns at him. “I’m not giving up,” he says. “I’m just… givin’ her the choice. The one I should’ve given her when I found out about how ya felt about her.”

“But why?”

Atsumu’s face lights up, his lips curling into a smile. He looks absolutely exhausted and completely ragged, his hair’s a mess and the bags under his eyes are deep and dark. He’s never looked this terrible in his life—but he’s smiling, beaming even.

"Because I love her," he says. "Ya do what ya need to do for the people ya love.”

You lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling, dreading the day that’s only just begun. The past few days have taken a bigger toll on you that you thought they would. You’ve been busying yourself with everything you can—school, training, even helping Ayame out, being with her as she manages all the sudden attention and the god-awful rumors.

Things have died down, which is probably a blessing to everyone else, but not for you. Because now, you have to deal with your feelings. Now, you have to try and sift through the storm in your head.

“You’re up early,” Kiyoko says as she slips into the room holding two cups of coffee. She places one on the floor beside your bed and sips at hers. “You okay?”

“People keep asking me that, you’d think I was dying.” You smile, grabbing your coffee and holding it in your hands. “Thanks.”

She nods, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I mean, I do owe you money so it’s not necessarily free.”

You chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

She sits down on her bed across from yours and stretches her legs out. “What are your plans for today?”

“Oh, you know,” you say, “world domination. The usual.”

“Right. How could I forget?”

You pick at a scab on your leg. You don’t even know where you got it from, but it’s been there for days. “I need to talk to him,” you murmur. “I need to apologize.”

Kiyoko makes a face. “Are you ready for that though?”

You shake your head. “No,” you tell her. “But I have to do it. I was a total ass. He didn’t deserve that.”

She watches you from across the room and reluctantly nods. “Okay,” she says. “Do you need anything? A hug? A pint of ice cream?”

“That cute tennis skirt of yours might do the trick,” you tease, smiling at her mischievously.

She blinks at you. “That’s your skirt.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” Kiyoko starts to laugh. “You bought it like a week ago.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

“So why do you keep wearing it then?”

“Because you put it in my drawer!”

Ping.

You look at the phone that lights up on the bed beside her. “Is that mine?”

She nods, tossing the device at you. “Why was it on my bed?”

“I dunno,” you say, turning it on.

Fuck.

suna: can we talk?

[valwrote]

family amidst sorcery — drabble, fluff, angst in the end if you squint because jjk manga :')

gojo satoru x fem!reader

not proof read

w/c : 500-ish?

Nobody says anything, but it is an established fact that Megumi has turned into Satoru's child courtesy of you. It was something that Satoru had never planned. He couldn’t imagine himself as a good parental figure for anyone.

If you asked anyone who had known Gojo Satoru since high school, they would all pray for the child who was unfortunate to fall under Satoru’s surveillance.

Honestly, Satoru swore that he would never deal with children because they are annoying and have been permanently scarred since the Rika Amanai Incident, but ever since you crash-landed in his life...You are adopting kids left and right. Megumi? Yuuji? Nobara? All your children.

Nobody was safe from your sight. Even the second years had become your children. You had the tendency to treat everyone like children and tend to them. In short, you were complete of Satoru. 

Yuuji and Nobara wanted steak? Done. Taking students on a vacation after rough missions? You coaxed Satoru into agreeing. He had to admit that he had grown fond of this little sorcerer family you and him had built. It was unironically, his place of solace and happiness.

Everyone had their humorous moments with you two as their guardians, especially Megumi who terms Satoru as his benefactor has his slip-ups and he ends up referring to him as 'dad.'

"You think of me as a father figure, Megumi?" Satoru's tone brightened up like a flashlight and he dramatically placed a hand on his chest, appearing touched by Megumi's words. Which he was, actually.

It reassured him that he wasn't as bad of a guardian as he had originally thought.

"What? You? As my father figure? You are much more of a bother figure." Megumi did a double take and quickly got defensive, yet one could see his cheekbones and earlobes pink up in embarrassment. You and Satoru chuckled at the sight of him grumbling.

"I am glad my ears are sharp otherwise I wouldn't have caught that." Satoru smiled and ruffled Megumi's hair. He had the tendency to do that. If you are shorter than Gojo Satoru, he would ultimately pat and or ruffle your hair which happens a lot since in most cases, you are shorter.

"You are hearing things, old man." Megumi sighed and was about to leave before you called him. "Hey! 'gumi! Don't go without eating."

He turned around and returned to indulge in the meal you had cooked for him as you and Satoru hung around the kitchen counters. The food was like a warm hug for him. A soft smile threatened to creep onto his face but he suppressed it.

After finishing, he got up and looked at you before saying, "Thank you. I appreciate it." There was a brief smile on his face which soon faded away as he made his way towards the door.

"Did you see that? Megumi can smile!" Satoru marvelled.

"Of course, he can, dummy!" You retorted.

He quietly chuckled before exiting to go and regroup with Yuuji and Nobara.

Needless to say, Megumi is too prideful to admit that he enjoys this found family, you three had created amidst the chaos of the jujutsu world where death was around the corner each day.

It was nice. Too nice. It was only a matter of time till this short-lived moment would be shattered.

©definitelysel

do not edit , plagiarise , copy or claim as your own or I will bite your toes off.

a/n : idk i have just mentally adopted megumi and probably every 1st and 2nd year. They are all so squish squish.

[tokyothirstygang]

Last time, sex deprived shuji had to leave before he could cum. Now he’s back to finish the filthy mess he started

Hours have passed since the shower incident, and you haven’t stopped thinking about it for a second.

Now it’s close to midnight and you haven’t heard from Hanma since he left you earlier.

You pace around your apartment, glancing at your phone on the table every time you pass it. Hanma is strong, and you are almost 100% nothing bad has happened to him but you still wish he would at least text you back.

Eventually, the adrenaline from the day wears off and the exhaustion of roaming around in circles for hours has you ready to give up and go to bed.

You’re in the middle of doing your skincare routine when you hear faint scratching noises at your door. At first, you think it’s just a neighbor’s cat that escaped and is pawing at your door for food. That has happened from time to time.

The noise grows louder and suddenly you hear the metallic sound of your doorknob jostling around.

You freeze in place, too scared to think or move. Your heart sinks as the front door creaks open and soft footsteps cross the threshold. You glance around your bathroom for something to use as a weapon but you can only find a plunger.

“This will have to do.” You mutter to yourself and inch your way out of the bathroom.

You’re creeping down the hall when you accidentally step on a squeaky spot on the floor.

“Baby? Is that you?”

Relief floods your body when Hanma’s voice fills your ears. You enter the living room and find a roughed up Shuji standing in the middle of the space.

“Shuji? What the fuck are you doing here?” Your eyes travel to the door and he follows your gaze.

“Oh yeah, remind me to change your locks. Your door is weak as shit.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded.

“Why didn’t you call me? You didn’t have to pick the lock.”

His face breaks out into a giant smile when he catches sight of the plunger in your hand.

“What, were you gonna fend me off with that thing? I knew I should’ve taught you self defense.”

You roll your eyes and head to the bathroom to discard the plunger, wash your hands, and grab some first aid supplies.

“You’re impossible, Shuji.”

He smirks as you return with your kit, something you hardly ever needed until you started dating him.

“Is my princess gonna take care of me?” He asks as he makes himself comfortable on the couch.

Your heart skips a beat at the nickname. Today is the first time he’s ever called you by one, and it sends a surge of excitement through you every time.

You get down on your knees in front of him and rummage through the first aid kit.

“Here. Give me your hands.”

Sin and Punishment enter your peripheral vision as you soak a cotton pad with antiseptic. When you press the pad to the cuts on his knuckles he doesn’t even flinch.

You’re quiet the entire time you’re patching him up. You finally finish by putting a bandage across his right cheek and as you press the fabric into the skin you feel his face burning.

When you pull back to look at him you notice a light blush across his cheeks.

As soon as you’re done he pulls you onto his lap and you squeal as he puts you in a straddling position.

“You know…we never got to finish up earlier…” He starts caressing your thighs, and a hint of mischief glints in his eyes.“I could go for another shower.”

It’s your turn to blush as you consider his offer.

When you agree, he immediately stands while holding you.

“Wrap your arms around me.”

You secure your arms around his neck and his hands hold your legs in place around his waist as he carries you into the bathroom. When you get there, he places you down on the counter and reaches into the shower to turn it on.

Right after, he slots himself between your legs and cups your face. He’s kissing you so hungrily that you can barely keep up with him. He bites his lip and grins when you pull away, gasping for air.

”oh, baby. You gotta keep up. I’m just getting started with you.”

He lifts you off the counter and turns you around so that your back is against his chest. He watches you through the mirror as he slowly runs his hands down your body. He notices the way your breath catches and your eyelashes flutter when he slips his hands into your shorts. His fingers trace the fabric of your underwear and you shiver as he begins to whisper in your ear.

“I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day.”

Swiftly he strips you of all your clothing. When his right hand starts toying with your clit you can’t stop the sigh that escapes your lips.

“Look in the mirror. Watch what I’m doing to you.”

Your eyes travel down to the reflection of your own pussy being teased by Hanma. You watch as he plays with your clit and slides his fingers in and out of you. Whenever you start to feel your eyes closing with pleasure, he slaps your ass and makes you open them again.

He has you on the edge of an orgasm and he can sense it so to help you along, he uses his free hand to pinch and play with your nipples.

“Fuck!” You cry out as your orgasm hits. When your head lulls back, you immediately feel Hanma’s hands around your chin.

“Keep looking. I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re cumming for me.”

You watch as your body trembles in his hands and a wicked grin crosses his face. He leans you even farther forward over the counter and gets down on his knees. Soon his face is buried deep in your pussy.

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long to taste you again.”

His tongue curling in and out of you combined with the vibrations from his voice against your sensitive skin has you ready to cum again, and he knows it.

“Let me have it baby. I know you want to.”

So you do.

You cum again as you reach behind you, grab a fistful of his hair, and push him even closer to your body.

He lets out a soft growl at your aggression.

Shuji likes it when you’re rough with him.

When you’re done he pulls himself up to stand.

“You don’t know what I’m about to do you.” He confesses, voice low and raspy with lust.

Before you realize what’s happening he’s stripped himself naked and is pulling you into the shower.

When you’re both in it, his lips are on yours again. His hard cock is pressed against your stomach, and it hits you that’s he’s already made you cum a few times but you haven’t touched him at all.

Your hand travels down between his legs. You wrap your hand around his cock but he only lets you stroke it a few times before he stops you.

“I’ll let you jack me off some other time. Right now, I just need to be inside you.”

He glances sideways at the tiny bench inside the shower.

“You know, I always thought it was dumb that your shower had this but now…” he sits down on it and soon you’re straddling him again. “I’m so fucking happy it’s here.”

He leans you back far enough that he can line himself up with your opening. You gasp as he eases the tip in.

“You’re going to have the tightest little pussy. I can just tell.”

As his thumb finds your clit you gasp and unintentionally clench down even tighter around him.

“You’re gonna have to relax if you want me to get in deeper, baby.” He tilts your head down to make you eye level with him. When you look into them, you see that they’re blazing with arousal and excitement. “Just trust me. I’ll take care of you.”

You do your best to keep your muscles relaxed and when he gently thrusts his hips up into you again his cock starts sliding in deeper and deeper.

“That’s it, baby girl. Keep doing that for me…keep taking me like this.” Your legs shake as Hanma inches himself in and you’re feeling especially grateful for the shower bench and his iron grip on your body for keeping you stable.

When he’s finally in all the way you both sigh with relief. You barely have time to adjust to the size of him when he’s already pounding you.

It goes on like that for what feels like hours. Hanma has you in every position the shower permits and before you know it you’re back in the one that started it all: your back pressed to his chest and legs spread open with the shower head between your thighs except this time he’s actually touching you in the ways you wanted him to.

Though he’s got the shower head pointed directly at your clit, he’s rubbing it with his fingers too, and you can barely handle the overstimulation. Then Hanma decides to push you to your limits and attempts to slide his cock back in you.

He slaps your ass when he notices you wriggling away.

“Be still, baby. Let me show you what I wanted to do to you earlier.”

As his hand grips your throat and he manages to get himself fully back inside you, your eyes roll back.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he leans down and whispers what you’ve been dying to hear for months:

“You know you’re mine now, right?”

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Listen I tried to pack as much spice as possible into this one to make up for the fact I accidentally made some of you wait almost 6-7 weeks for part 2 so thank you for being patient I hope you liked it!

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@sherlockscumslut @sin-and-punishment @sleeplessreader @acroso @cutedrank

[chuulyssa]

coffee? (l lawliet)

↷ ASK ─ L and reader met at a cafe where L is a regular but reader is a new recruit at the cafe as a waitress who is being harrassed by some dudes and L steps in just to get feelings for her.

★ COUNT ─ 1.2k

!! TAGS ─ l lawliet x reader, slight harassment, catcalling, degrading (not by l), cliffhanger ending because im an asshole (also im a lazy bitch sorry)

★ PROLOGUE ─ stepping in to help without the security of a mask teaches a detective how to love

L settled into his favourite spot at the cozy café. He felt the familiar sense of comfort wash over him. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of undecipherable conversation surrounded him, leaving him in complete relaxation. It was days like this that helped take his mind off murders and mysteries and sink deep within solace and peace.

He let out a content sigh and reached for his book, ready to lose himself in its pages, when a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Hello, welcome to our café. My name is Y/N, and I'll be your waitress today. May I take your order?"

L glanced up to see a new face smiling warmly at him, your name tag proudly displaying your name. He couldn't help but return your smile with a small one himself, an action which was quite unusual, even for his own standards.

"Hello, Y/N," L replied with a nod. "I'll just have my usual, please."

"Um... your usual?" you blinked, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I'm-"

"Ah, it's alright, I figured as much," L waved a hand. "A black coffee."

You wrote it down on your little notepad. "Anything else?"

"Well..." L trailed off, thinking. He never really cared much about the other items on the menu. This time, however, to his own amusement, he found himself asking, "What would you recommend?"

"Huh? I- um," you were caught off-guard. In your defense, it was only your first day as an employee. How were you supposed to answer this customer now? "I suppose... a croissant?"

"Great choice," L nodded. "Please add that to my order."

"Okay!"

After you left, L was left wondering why in the world he ordered a croissant of all things. He could already picture Watari shaking his head at the fact that a million croissants could have been ordered in a second if he had said so. Still, L shrugged and looked over at the counter, grumbling internally when he didn't find you there.

.

The soft clinking of silverware and porcelain from the kitchen reminded him of how empty his stomach was. L's gaze returned to his book, one foot tapping on the ground in a firm rhythm. As soon as you came back with his order, he took it without a word. He smiled, albeit slightly, before taking a small bite of the croissant.

"It's quite nice actually," he muttered watching you retreat to another table, surprised because he didn't usually compliment any kind of food.

Your evening shift was coming to an end. While you were packing up and getting ready to leave and call it a day, a sudden ring from the front door of the cafe signaled another customer. You sighed before throwing your apron back on and hurrying towards the table.

Upon reaching there, you realized that it wasn't just one customer, but a whole group of men, probably in their early 20s. You wondered why they'd be here of all places - in a cafe, that is, and not at some bar getting wasted. Still, pushing those thoughts aside, you bent over slightly to talk to the nearest person, inquiring about their order.

The group of men gave a few whistles and even a few catcalls as you conversed. From the corner of your eye, you could see many of them staring at your behind, and you immediately straightened up uncomfrotably.

“Well, well,” one of them snickered as he glanced you over. “If it isn't the new, cute waitress. Hey, why don't you come over here and join us? There’s plenty of room on this table.”

You blinked at him, trying not to punch him in the face. "I'm sorry, sir. We aren't authorized to be-"

"Ack, stop that silly talk. I don't understand nothin' of what you're trynna say," his words were slurred by the alcohol in his system, while you looked for ways to get out of this situation.

The rest of them were eyeing you up and down as they laughed amongst themselves, seemingly amused by their companion’s crude behaviour. Their eyes were like sharks circling their prey, searching for a chance to seize it.

“Ah, come on now,” another one spoke up, giggling. “You can take a break, right? It’s not like anyone’s going to notice if you’re gone for a few minutes. So what do you say? You join us, and we have some fun?”

"Um, I'll have to decline, sorry-"

"Hello," a quiet voice interrupted. The men turned to look at the new addition to their conversation, jeering.

"You want some fun too? It's alright, join us. We won't mind," one of the men laughed.

"Leave her alone," L was surprised at his own willingness to go out of his way to help you. After all, he had just met you, so there was no way he had already become 'attached' to you, right?

Right?

"Woah, woah, chill, mate," one of them said with a smirk. "Who are you - her boyfriend? Her bodyguard?"

The men laughed along, and another one added, "Yeah, man. Stop ruining the fun."

"She said no, alright? So back off."

The other men snickered. The air was filled with a tense silence as L and the drunkard stared intently at each other.

The drunkard scoffed, “Nah, man, for real though. What’re you, her boyfriend or something? Don’t even bother, dude. With a face like that, you’re obviously not the type the bitches want.”

L felt a strange sensation of anger and irritation as a muscle in his jaw clenched. Did he just dare to call you a bitch? He kept his face unreadable as he met the drunkard’s gaze again.

The drunkard smirked. “Oh? Did I hit a sore spot there? Do I need to repeat myself? There’s no way that bitc would go for a guy like-"

SMACK! The drunkard fell out of his chair, and you could have sworn you saw a few teeth fly off. L's foot had landed straight to his jaw and knocked the man off his feet.

The other three men sat still as they stared at L, a mixture of shock and disbelief written on them.

L looked down at the still unconscious drunkard with a stone-cold expression, as if he was used to knocking people out with his boots.

The three men looked at each other, unsure of how to react.

"W-we're leaving," one of them said finally, grabbing his drunk companion by the arms and dragging him out of the café.

Your hands were clasped onto your mouth, genuinely shocked, but also trying to hide a little smile that threatened to be seen by the others.

The café had fallen silent. It was only broken by the sound of the front door closing and the sound of footsteps outside.

L's gaze snapped up as he looked at you. It was like his senses were finally coming back to his body. He cleared his throat and turned towards you again, his demeanour shifting into its usual emotionless state.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yea," you said, taking your hands off your mouth awkwardly. "That was a... um... clean kick."

L looked at you as if he could suddenly see you in a completely different light. Why did he step in to help you? Why did he lash out at your customers? Heck, why did he even stay that long in the cafe?

He frowned at the new emotion that was building up in him. What was this feeling that he, the greatest detective ever, could not figure out?

With a timid sigh, L closed his eyes briefly before opening them and mumbling a little, "Thank you."

© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

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@nezuko-kamado-cute-demon

[adrienneleclerc]

Prison For Life

Paring: Walter Marshall x Latina/Hispanic! Reader

Summary: Walter Marshall is very protective over his girlfriend, Y/N, despite her knowing how to protect herself.

Warning: non translated Spanish porque luego me da flojera, errors in spelling or grammar because I don’t double check, I guess mentions of violence and sexual harassment

A/N: Based off of Olivia Rodrigo’s unreleased song “Prison For Life” which is most definitely my theme song, can’t lie. Sorry I haven’t been writing much

Y/N has always been an independent woman, she can perfectly take care of herself. However, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want someone to protect her.

Just a boy in a Chevy truck

He’s got money, but not too much

Walter Marshall has been a detective for the Minneapolis police department for over 10 years so he makes a decent amount of money. The day he met Y/N is certainly a day he would never forget. He parked his 2022 Chevrolet Silverado 2500 HD in the parking lot of Brits Pub and walked inside. He sat at the counter and waited for the bartender to turn around. When the bartender did, he was greeted by beautiful (your color) doe eyes and a small smile.

“Hola, guapo, I’m Y/N, what can I get ya to drink?” Y/N asked him.

“What do you recommend, love?” Walter asked. Y/N wanted to blush because of his British accent but she remained professional. It was a British pub after all so she shouldn’t really be surprised whenever a Brit comes in.

“Well, you could never go wrong with a classic Corona or a Dos Equis Lager, but that’s just me. You seem like a Heineken guy though.” Y/N said.

“I’ll take a Heineken then.” Walter said with a smile. Y/N smiled back and been to serve Walter Heineken in a frosted glass.

“Here you go. Would you want food or are you just here for the beer?” Y/N asked.

“Could I get a chicken tikka masala?” Walter asked.

“Sure thing, hun.” Y/N said, winking at him.

Half an hour later, Walter was eating his food, drinking his beer, and watching whatever the pub was playing on TV when he spotted Y/N at a table with 3 men (basically that scene in Man of Steel).

“Come on, Doll, have a drink with me, I’ll make it worth your while.” The guy in the green t shirt said.

“I already said no, I’m working. Even if I wasn’t working, the answer would be no. So unless you’re gonna order something else..” Y/N said, making her way to clear the empty beer bottle when she felt the guy grope her ass. Y/N turn and smack his hand away and the guy grabbed her wrist. “Let go.”

“Who’s gonna make me?” The guys said. Before Y/N had the chance to take her butterfly knife out of her apron pocket, she felt someone stand behind her.

“I will.” The deep British voice said. “You heard her, let her go.”

“Who the fuck are you?” The guy asked in an angry tone.

“I’m detective Marshall, so let her go before I arrest you for sexual misconduct and disorderly conduct.” Walter said and the guy let Y/N go while the other bartender working kicked him out. “You okay, Y/N?” Walter asked.

“Yeah, thank you for that. If you hadn’t done that, I would have stabbed him.” Y/N said,

“I Don’t believe that.” Walter said but Y/N pulled out her butterfly knife. “Oh wow, you really would have stabbed him.” Y/N chuckled at his shocked face.

“When you’re a female bartender or a woman in general, self defense is vital.” Y/N said.

“Could never be too careful. How about I buy you a drink.” Walter said.

“I can’t really drink on the job. But my shift ends in 15 minutes if you want to wait. We could go somewhere else.” Y/N said.

“That sounds perfect.” Walter said.

And he calls me “baby girl”

I run my hands through his curls

Walter and Y/N have been officially dating for 2 weeks. This was the first time Y/N spent the night at Walter’s house. She was sound asleep until Walter’s alarm woke them up. Walter shut off his alarm while Y/N covered her face with the comforter. Walter chuckled and pulled down the covers to see Y/N. He kissed her nose.

“Good morning, baby girl.” Walter said. Y/N felt butterflies every time he called her that. Y/N started to play with his curly hair.

“Good morning, guapo. What time is it?” Y/N asked. Walter checked his phone.

“It’s 6:30, love.” Walter said. Y/N groaned.

“You wake up way too early.” Y/N said. Walter got off the bed and put on his boxers.

“Well I get in at 8, I have to shower and everything. But you can rest up, baby girl, I know I tired you out last night.” Walter said, kissing her one last time. But before he left his room, he heard something that made him turn around.

“Or I can join you in your shower.” Y/N offered, batting her eyelashes. Walter groaned.

“You’re going to be the death of me, baby girl.” Walter said, before leaning down on the bed to capture her lips, making out a little before lifting her off the bed, having her wrap her legs around his waist, and carrying her to the bathroom where they showered.

And my parents think he’s good and he is, rest assured

He’s anything but sweet if someone comes for me

Walter and Y/N have been dating for 3 months now, Y/N was working in the bar when she got a phone call. She told her coworker, Jason, that she was on break and went to the back room to answer the phone.

“Hello?” Y/N said.

“Hola, amor, como has estado?” Her mom said on the other line.

“Hola mami, estoy bien. Ahorita estoy trabajando, te llamo después, si?”

“Espérate mija, te llamo para decir que tu papá y yo estamos en camino para tu apartamento, nos falta dos, está bien para ti?”

“Mami, para que me visitas?”

“Una mamá ya no puede visitar a su hija o que? Solo quiero saber cómo estás, casi no hablamos. Entonces te veo luego amor, bye.” Her mom hung up and Y/N groaned, calling Walter. He picked up after 3 rings.

“Hey, baby girl, are you excited for our date?” Walter asked

“Hey, querido listen, we need to cancel our date.” Y/N said.

“Why? Are you okay?” Walter asked worriedly.

“No Yeah, everything is fine, but my parents are coming over, I just got off the phone with my mom, so now I need to get my apartment ready, so sorry.” Y/N said.

“Don’t worry, darling, it’s fine, I get it. Talk to you later, bye.” Walter said.

2 hours later, Y/N was in her apartment, she prepared penne vodka, got a bottle of Sangiovese out of the liquor cabinet, set up the dinner table, and out on something somewhat presentable before buzzing up her parents. When there was a knock on her door she opened it but was surprised to see Walter standing outside her door with a bouquet of pink peonies.

“Walter, what are you doing here? I told you my parents are coming over.” Y/N said, pulling him into the apartment.

“Yes, I know, love. But I actually wanted to meet your parents if that’s okay.” Walter said, Y/N was shocked that he actually wanted to meet her parents.

“Yeah, sure, that’s fine, up, take another plate out of the cabinet while I put these in water.” Y/N said, kissing his cheek. Y/N got a vase, filled them with water, and checked to see if the stems were cut diagonally before putting them in the vase and setting them on the kitchen counter. Walter set up his place at the dinner table when the doorbell rang and Y/N buzzed her parents up. A few moments later, there was a knock on the door and Y/N opened the door to see her parents.

“Hola, mija, como has estado?” Her dad greeted her first, hugging her while entering the apartment.

“Hola papi, hola mami.” Y/N greeted back.

“Y/N, quien es este hombre tan guapo?” Her mom asked and Y/N blushed out of embarrassment.

“Ah mami, él es..”

“Buenas tardes, señora, soy Walter, el novio de su hija.” Walter held out his hand for her mom to shake. All three Latinos shocked at the fact that the handsome gringo can speak Spanish practically perfectly.

“How?” Y/N asked.

“Well i am from England, I learned Spanish in school but ever since I got a gorgeous Latina/Hispanic (whichever you prefer to be called, honestly) girlfriend, I’ve been practicing more.” Walter said.

“I love that. Bueno, ya está la comida, así que les sirvo la pasta y quizás un poquito de vino, si?” Y/N said.

Dinner went quite well and Y/N walked her parents to the lobby to say goodbye properly.

“Es un buen muchacho, Y/N. Se nota que te quiere mucho. Nos vemos luego.” Her mom said as they both left. Y/N got upstairs and saw Walter washing the dishes.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.” Y/N said.

“I crashed your dinner with your parents, it’s the least I could do.” Walter said.

“Thanks. So you’ve been practicing your Spanish ever since we’ve started dating?” Y/N asked him.

“Pues claro, así puedo decirte que te amo.” Walter said as he took Y/N hands in his. “I love you, Y/N, I really do. It was one of the reasons why I wanted to meet your parents today too.”

“Yo también te amo, Walter.” Y/N said. They kissed.

A week later, Walter and Y/N went to a bar so she could meet his friends/coworkers. Everything was going well until Y/N went to the bar counter to get more drinks for their booth and felt a person grab her ass, what is with people and her ass? She turned around but she already saw Walter pushing the guy away from her.

“What hell is your problem, man?” The guy yelled, clearly drunk.

“My problem is men like you thinking it’s okay to touch my girlfriend, or any woman for that matter, without their consent. I’m a cop so I suggest you leave before I arrest your drunken ass.” Walter threatened and the guy left with a huff. “You okay, baby girl?”

“Yes I am, thanks to you.” Y/N said, the bartender flagged her down for the drinks, she thanked him, and walked to the booth with Walter’s arms around her.

I’m a feminist, obviously, but I wouldn’t really mind him saving me

And I know that I’m fine without a man but I think I would like his protection

I’m just being honest, can’t change what I like, I’ll never forget it, he told me one night

“If anybody hurts you, ha, I’m going to prison for life”

Y/N was at her house, getting ready to go out with Walter, video chatting with her bestie.

“Wait, you’re telling me that you’re in love with this guy? What happened to you being an independent woman and a feminist.” Her friend said.

“I am a feminist, Don’t get me wrong. I still am an independent woman, thank you very much, I pay my bills, but i wouldn’t mind him fighting off any pervs from the fucking bar when I’m working. I’m pretty sure I’d get fired if I actually put my butterfly knife to good use.” Y/N said, doing her makeup

“I mean fair, it’s like you could do it, but you shouldn’t have to.” Her friend said.

“Exactly! Besides, all those romance novels I’ve read made me want like a protective boyfriend, those who say ‘where whatever you want, I can fight’, like a that’s so hot. I think Walter fits that description.” Y/N said, putting the finishing touches of her makeup.

“You certainly got a book boyfriend, I’ll tell you that.” Y/N was going to respond until she got a call from Walter.

“Hey baby girl, I’m downstairs, ready whenever you are.” Walter said.

“I’m coming, bye.” Y/N hung up. “Hey, (friends name), Walter is here, I gotta go.” Y/N said.

“Have fun.” Her friend said and hung up. Y/N got her bag and left the apartment to see Walter standing by his truck with a bouquet of roses in his hand this time.

“Happy 6 months, darling.” W,after said, leaning down to kiss her.

“Happy 6 months. Do I just put these in water and then we can go?” Y/N asked.

“Or you could do that after our date. Come on, I’m positive you’re going to love it.” Walter said. He drove until they made it to a park where there was a picnic table. He got out of the truck to open the door for Y/N and help her out. He went to the back to get out a picnic basket.

“Aw, this is so cute, Walter.” Y/N said, kissing him lightly.

“I’m glad you think so, love, let’s go, our date awaits.” Walter said, leading her to the table, setting everything up.

When they were done, he drove back to her place where she invited him up to have a slice of flan that she has made last night.

“This is delicious, love. You are an amazing cook.” Walter said, kissing her, her lips tasting sweet from the flan.

“Thank you, my mom taught me.” Y/N asked.

“Y/N, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Walter said,

“Go ahead, ask me.” Y/N said,

“Whats that scar on your hip?” Walter asked. Y/N tenses up a bit but answered him anyway.

“It was after work. This was like a year ago, um, this drunk kept hitting on me, I kept saying no, when I was leaving his table, I felt his hand on my inner thigh, the one day I wear a skirt, right, and I slapped him. The manager kicked him out, my shift ended an hour later, as I was walking to my car, I felt him grab me, I was looking for my knife when I felt him cut me on my hip and I stab his hand. He screamed, I got a bunch of napkins that I kept in my purse to press it against my hip and drove to the hospital. It wasn’t that deep but it did need stitches. So yeah, that’s what happened.” Y/N said, eating another spoonful of flan. Walter took Y/N’s free hand in his, bringing it to his lips, kissing it.

“I Don’t know what to say. I wish I would have met you before, to prevent that from happening.” Walter said.

“Whats done is done, don’t dwell on it, guapo, it’s okay.” Y/N said,

“I’ll just say this, I have fought or threatened any person who has touched you or even looked at you the wrong way.” Walter started and Y/N giggled because it was true. “But I am positive that if anybody hurts you, I’m going to prison for life, I’ll always be there to protect you or fight for you.” Walter said, kissing her.

The End

Hope y’all like it! Should I make a part 2 based off the second verse and the bridge?

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

You don’t have to do this but I would love to see you write another story in the Fenro Witch AU where it’s the 1 year anniversary of Boyd’s death and Gyro and Fenton decide to go to Boyd’s grave to pay their respects with flowers with Fenton at some point giving Gyro time alone to say how much he misses Boyd and maybe you could have it that in certain parts such as them walking to Boyd’s grave, we cut to the past on the day of Boyd’s death showing how it happened, Gyro and Fenton’s reaction to finding Boyd (which would probably have a lot of crying, grieving, Gyro holding onto Boyd rocking him in his arms and begging him to wake up), and Boyd’s funeral. Only if you want to write this of course. 😊 ❤️

UAAAAAGH HUGGING GET OUT OF MY HEADDDD IVE HAD A FIC SIMILAR TO THIS PLANNED FOR FOREVER ty for giving me an excuse to write it <3333

Also! purposefully got this done just in time because May 18th is the 1 year anniversary of this au!!

cw- major character death, hanging mentions, implied self harm kind of I think also this is almost 5k words long just so you know how much is under the read more-

Though they never discussed it aloud, they both knew what day it was. 

They never needed to plan the day, they both just knew what to do. 

Neither of them needed to say it. 

It was cloudy that morning, the way it’d been cloudy on that day before. Heavy clouds that hung in the air, weighing down on the earth beneath them. Threatening to spill colder rain on an already freezing day. 

The clouds were so thick it was still dark when they got up. Fenton lit a candle, and together they made their way downstairs. Gyro didn’t say a word, and Fenton knew he’d have to watch him today. It would be rough. 

Fenton got the flowers and blanket ready while Gyro prepared the food, cutting fruit from last fall that had been magically preserved. It was still much too early in the year for any fresh fruit, so they’d have to make do. 

The flowers too- the frost had killed all of the wild ones growing around the house, so they only had a dried bouquet from last year. 

“It’s alright,” Fenton said, mostly to himself, as he arranged the faded, crisped plants. “We’ll bring him fresh ones as soon as spring starts.” 

Gyro didn’t answer, but the duck hadn’t expected him to. Now as he listened, he realized the sound of cutting from the kitchen had stopped. “Are you done?” 

No answer. 

Fenton peered in through the doorway, robes swishing as he moved. “We don’t need too man- what happened?” 

“Accident,” Gyro grunted, holding two of his fingers tightly in his other hand. Bulb sat on the counter next to him, trying to sniff his fingers, and there was blood on the knife. “Wasn’t paying attention.” 

Fenton frowned, he would really need to watch Gyro today. “How bad is it?” He asked as he stepped into the kitchen, moving to one of the medical cupboards.

“It's fine,” the witch grumbled, looking defensive. He still let Fenton take his hand and examine the injury. Bulb looked quite interested too, and mrowed at Fenton, as if asking him to fix the cut. “It’s not that deep.” 

It wasn’t, but it went right across the pads of his middle and pointer fingers. Quite an annoying spot for both an injury and a bandage. Fenton wrapped it for him without saying anything, and offered to finish cutting the fruit. 

At last they were ready, Fenton held the picnic basket in one hand and interlaced his other arm with Gyro’s. It was just bright enough that they could see fine in the gloom, and Fenton looked up to the sky as they set off. “Hopefully it doesn’t snow.” 

Gyro didn’t comment. 

The cemetery was brighter, there were no trees above in the clearing to block the meager light that struggled through the clouds. There was a single tree in the center of the headstones, with huge spreading branches and even further spreading roots. Right now its limbs were bare, they creaked in the wind. 

Other than that, the forest was quiet. 

The plot they were looking for was on the edge of the cemetery, near the treeline. Gyro stopped, reading the headstone as Bulb wound around his legs and Fenton laid out the thick blanket on the crunchy dead grass. 

Boyd Gearloose. 

The date was exactly one year from today.

“You want to do the flowers?” Fenton asked as he reached for their basket. 

Gyro just nodded, he looked simultaneously too numb and emotional to speak. 

Fenton sat as his partner sat the flowers down in front of the grave with great reverence. The headstone was small, it didn’t match the make of the others in the cemetery, and the bouquet nearly obscured the engravings. 

Gyro then slowly sat on the blanket next to the duck, resting his head on his shoulder. Fenton gently put an arm around him, and Bulb curled up in his lap. 

They sat and watched the grave until Fenton’s bottom and back ached, until the clouds had let up to allow more light into the world and Fenton’s neck felt stiff. Still, he refused to move until Gyro did, wanting him to be as comfortable as possible. To let him take his time. He knew they’d be out here for a while, this was why they’d brought food. 

At last Gyro let out a deep shuddering breath, turning to bury his face in Fenton’s neck. His shoulders shook with silent sobs, and Fenton wasted no time in wrapping him into a hug and pulling him closer. 

“I miss him so much,” Gyro breathed through tears, his beak was tucked right up beneath Fenton’s. “All the time.” 

Fenton didn’t answer, rubbing Gyro’s shoulders and staring at the grave. Blinking rapidly when tears pricked his eyes and taking a breath. 

“He turns ten in a few months, right? He’d- he’d be so tall by now.” Gyro shifted his head just slightly so he could see the headstone. His tears wetted Fenton’s feathers and his robes. 

Last year their grief was too fresh to do anything for Boyd’s birthday. Gyro hadn’t even gotten out of bed that day, but that was a regular occurrence then. Their house was still under construction then, they barely had a roof on their first story, and were sleeping in the living room. Fenton only got up to prepare food. 

Gyro hadn’t eaten. 

“He’d like it out here, don’t you think?” Gyro’s voice was cracked. “Especially the peach trees in the summer and the apples in the fall- it’d be so much easier to have more help with harvesting.” 

Fenton let out a soft sob, holding his partner closer. Tearing his gaze from the headstone as he nuzzled against Gyro. “He would’ve loved to help.”

This was all too much. The wound was too fresh, they were picking at the scab too early. Fenton wanted to get away, he’d suddenly rather be anywhere but here. The cemetery was alright on most days, but on others he avoided the place more than the superstitious villagers did. 

Right now he didn’t even want to think about it. 

But he didn’t move. Gyro needed to be here today, and Fenton had spent the last year supporting him, pulling him through this. He wasn’t going to stop today. 

So he clung to his partner and sobbed along with him, too overwhelmed to do anything else. He cried until his head hurt and his face ached and then he cried some more. Gyro only curled tighter against him, letting himself be enveloped by Fenton while also holding himself. And Fenton held him, kept him there. 

Trying to be and to find as much comfort as possible as they unwillingly reminisced on what had happened that night. 

—

They were in a tree, there was a branch digging painfully into Gyro’s back. 

The witch ignored this as he scanned the nearby houses, searching for any hint of what the angry mob had done with Boyd. This was a temporary refuge, and he needed to use it to figure out a way forward. 

Fenton was in the tree next to him, one hand wrapped tightly around a nearby branch as he bit his other fist, trying to keep himself quiet while he sobbed. He was unable to tear his gaze off of their house as it went up in smoke, now a blinding hot beacon in the dark cold night. 

Nothing would be left when the fire went out. That much was clear already. 

Gyro absently rubbed his back while he searched, trying to keep his panic down. As crazed as the mob was now, he was sure they wouldn’t kill an actual child, right? Besides he had the gallows in his view, the nooses hung thankfully empty. It had been a narrow escape.

Every now and then a group of angry villagers would tramp past their hiding space, screaming with their pitchforks in the air. Gyro and Fenton would duck down while simultaneously pulling their legs up, trying to make themselves as small as possible. The cover of night helped- but the tree's lack of leaves did not. It was too early in the year for even any buds. 

Next to him Fenton choked slightly, and the witch leaned over to kiss his temple. “We’ll rebuild when we get out of here.” The loss of their house he could stomach, they’d been needing to get out of the village for months now. 

What he really couldn’t let go of was Boyd, he had to be around here somewhere. 

As Gyro watched, the town’s mayor, the leader of the mob against them, stepped into the open ground between the houses. The witch’s eyes narrowed in hate, following the old man as he walked casually past the burning wreck of timber that used to be Gyro’s house. Fenton didn’t seem to notice him. 

The mayor stepped over to the opposite side of the street, near the woods. He stooped and reached for something that Gyro had dismissed in his study of the area, a misshapen rock, or someone’s discarded shirt. Something small in the shadows, unassuming. Not anything alive- so it couldn’t be Boyd. 

No. 

Gyro stared as the mayor lifted the tiny, ragged thing, it hung limply in his hand. 

No.

Seconds later Gyro had slipped out of the tree, storming past the burning house and into the clearing. “Don’t you dare hurt him- give him to me!” 

The mayor glanced up, looking shocked, before his expression turned to a smile. He held Boyd’s body close- how dare he touch him- and Gyro caught sight of the blood running down Boyd’s head. 

“They’re over here!” the mayor shouted. 

Gyro hardly heard him as he strode toward him. “Give him to me before I curse you and this entire village-” 

“You won’t get the chance.” The mayor lifted his head, smirking. Gyro was mere feet from him now. “You’re dead, witch.” 

Sure enough, there came the sound of shouts and cries through the woods, from the edges of town. Lit torches appeared through the tree trunks, Gyro heard rushing feet. Alerted by the mayor’s cry, they would all be upon him in seconds. He froze. 

But he couldn’t let that stop him. Gyro took the last few steps toward the mayor, reaching for Boyd. “Give him to me-” 

His fingers barely brushed the feathers of Boyd’s temple before the mayor pulled him out of his reach. “Not a chance. In just a few moments, you and your witch accomplice will be joining him.” 

“Give him-” Gyro broke off as something caught hold of his hand, something held him back. Instinctively he yanked himself away, not tearing his gaze from Boyd’s body. “Let go of me!” 

“Gyro, wait.” It was Fenton, hanging onto his sleeve, pulling him away from the mayor, away from Boyd. “We have to get out of here, the whole mob will be here in a second-” 

“Boyd!” Gyro tore his hand from Fenton’s grasp, throwing himself toward the little parrot’s body. Immediately there were strong arms around his waist, holding him back. Now in the middle of the street, Gyro was ready to fight Fenton to get to Boyd.

“He’s gone, Gyro. I’m so sorry.” Fenton’s arm loosened and Gyro broke free, only for his wrist to be snagged again. The shouting was getting closer, the torches drawing near. 

“No, no, I have to get to him-” 

“Gyro!” Fenton shouted. The witch started, looking back at him. 

Fenton had tears in his eyes, his chest was heaving, his grip on Gyro’s wrist tightened. “We have to get out of here- please Gyro. I can’t lose you too. We’ll come back for him I promise- but we have to leave.” 

The mob had nearly reached the street.

Gyro swallowed, and glanced back at Boyd. 

The mayor smiled, canine teeth shining in the firelight. 

Everything stayed frozen like that for a split second, as Gyro felt like he was free falling. The ground disappearing, wind whooshing past him. His stomach churning. 

With a sob he half collapsed against Fenton, allowing the witch to pull him toward the treeline. Together they half stumbled, half ran, trying to get away from the mob behind them. 

That night was a blur. Gyro was barely in reality, just conscious enough to stay upright as Fenton pulled him forward. They were always pursued by the fiery shouting monster, no matter where they went or hid the mob was close on their heels. 

Gyro cut his feet, crashed into trees, tripped several times, but Fenton was always there, helping him up, pulling him along. No matter how many exits the mob blocked off Fenton seemed to find one last one, and get them out through it in the nick of time. 

The witch’s lungs burned and his body ached, but he kept going. Nowhere was safe, they couldn’t stay in any hiding spot for long. He stumped through the forest, sobbing. They had to keep moving, had to stay alive. 

Despite all of this, Gyro barely felt anything. 

All of it was lost in a swirling haze of numbness. 

At last they stopped, Gyro immediately crumpling to the roots of a tree. Clinging to the bark the moment he hit the ground, curling further in on himself as he sobbed. Fenton collapsed next to him, catching his breath, rubbing Gyro’s back. 

“He’s gone, Fenton.” Gyro gasped, curling into a tighter ball, hardly caring where the rocks and roots dug into his back. “He’s gone.” 

Fenton shifted, pulling Gyro further against him. Holding him tightly. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. 

They stayed by that tree that night, sleeping in the roots against the trunk. Gyro curled up on top of Fenton, crying himself to sleep, while Fenton wordlessly held him and did his best to comfort him. 

Nothing would help right now, but Gyro appreciated it. 

The next morning, the witch woke slowly. Even in his sleep he’d still been clinging tightly to Fenton’s shirt, he slowly loosened his fist as he opened his eyes. His fingers were sore.

He wished it’d been a dream, he didn’t want to look up, to realize where they were. In the middle of the freezing woods. 

Without Boyd. 

Looking around and realizing all of this would mean it was true. 

He could hear Fenton’s heartbeat beneath his head, feel the rise and fall of his chest. The duck’s arms were still wrapped around him, holding him close. 

In a flash, Gyro sat up. 

“How could you?!” 

Fenton started awake just in time to feel Gyro’s hands landing on his shoulders, angrily pinning him against the tree. “Huh? Gyro wh-” 

“You made me leave him behind!” Gyro shouted in his face. Fenton blinked up at him. “I wanted to stay- I wanted to get him back- but you wanted to leave! You made me leave him!” 

“Gyro-” 

“I left him with- with- no, you left him- this is your fault he’s not with us!” 

“Gyro-” 

“I shouldn’t have let you make me leave him- I should’ve gone back- I should go back-” 

“Gyro!” 

The duck’s shout snapped him out of it. He froze for a moment, staring at Fenton, hands still tightly gripping to his shoulders. Fenton’s eyes were wide, he looked startled and scared and worried. Hesitantly, as if he were dealing with a spooked wild animal, his hand slowly slid up Gyro’s back.“Gyro, I-”

That was all it took. The witch collapsed on top of him, head ducked as he sobbed into Fenton’s chest, his hands clutching at the shoulders of the duck’s shirt. Holding on to him as tightly as he could, never wanting to let go of what he had left. “I’m sorry-” 

“Hey, sshhhh, it’s okay.” Fenton shushed him, rubbing his back. His voice cracked, and without looking up, Gyro lifted his hand to gently cup the side of Fenton’s face, to catch his tears with his thumb. “I’m- I’m sorry we had to leave him too.” 

Gyro just swallowed, and held onto him tighter. He could feel Fenton’s shuddering breaths beneath him, the duck was doing everything he could to keep himself together. Gyro had completely given up on that by now, he let himself totally break down in Fenton’s arms. 

Somewhere between five minutes and two hours later Fenton shifted, sitting up further against the trunk of the tree. Gyro was forced to sit up with him, but he refused to unbury his face from the duck’s chest. “Hey.” Fenton held the side of his face, trying to get his attention. 

Gyro couldn’t bring himself to move. 

Fenton understood. “As soon as you’re okay enough to be on your own for a little I’ll go get him, okay?” 

The witch lifted his head. “No- no I don’t want to risk you too-” 

“Gyro,” Fenton cut through his worries. “I’ll be safe, I promise. Things will have calmed down by now, now that it’s morning. I’ll sneak in and out and bring him back here so you can see him again, and so they won’t have him. We can bury him out here.” 

Gyro sat back, looking around. 

They were in the old cemetery. 

They’d slept beneath the huge tree in the center of the headstones, perhaps the one safe place for them to go now. As afraid of the witches as the villagers were they were even more afraid of a haunted cemetery and wouldn’t step foot between the graves. It was a perfect safe haven. 

“You brought us here on purpose?” Gyro asked. 

Fenton nodded. “I figured they wouldn’t touch us if we stayed here- especially at night. We’d mostly lost them before I’d thought of it, so that theory hasn’t been entirely tested yet.” 

The witch let out a breath. Burying Boyd here, in a haunted cemetery in the middle of the woods, where no one but them would come to visit him but them. Where he could be secreted away from the people who had killed him. 

Gyro must’ve started shaking because a few seconds later Fenton was pulling him into a hug, squeezing him as tightly as he could. 

“They killed him,” Gyro gasped through tears. “They hated us so much they killed him.” 

Fenton didn’t have an answer to that, so he just held Gyro until the shaking stopped. 

It was hours before Fenton left, no matter how much Gyro assured him he was fine the duck didn’t want to leave him there alone. At last he stood, leaning down to kiss Gyro’s forehead. “I’ll be back in an hour, alright?” 

That felt like the longest hour of Gyro’s life. It was late March and freezing cold, and the witch stayed curled against the trunk of the tree, staring off into space. He’d cried himself out by then, so he simply watched the dead leaves blow past in the cold breeze, occasionally wiping his eyes. 

Having no concept of time in this state Gyro had no idea how long it really was- whether it was one hour or four he would never know. He would sit and wait until Fenton got back and if he didn’t, if he’d been caught, Gyro would simply sit there until he wasted away beneath the tree. 

Though, watching Fenton approach through the trees was the worst part. 

Gyro was already breaking down by the time Fenton emerged into the clearing, Boyd’s small body held against his chest. Tears streaming down his face the witch reached for him, and Fenton gently passed Boyd into his arms. 

“Careful with his head,” Fenton murmured. “They cleaned him up a little, but it looks like that’s where…” he trailed off, not needing to say it. 

They sat together beneath the tree, holding Boyd’s limp body and sobbing. He was cold, too cold, and Gyro held him close to try and warm him up. Maybe if he was warm again, then he could wake up. 

He never did. 

Gyro rocked him the way he used to before putting him to bed, resting his forehead against the little parrot’s. “Boyd,” he whispered. 

From next to him, Fenton made a sound like a cross between a choke and a sob. 

“God Boyd-” the witch hugged him tighter, his arms a protective shield. “I’m so sorry- I should’ve stayed with you- I shouldn’t have let them take you-” 

Of course he could protect him now, after he was already dead. Gyro had been no use in saving his life, in keeping him alive. “I should’ve tried harder to fight them, I promise I was doing my best for you but it-” he choked, “it wasn’t enough.” 

Fenton’s arms around him tightened. 

Together the three of them sank to the ground, Gyro and Fenton no longer strong enough to hold themselves up as they created a little protective circle around Boyd. Shielding him off from the rest of the world. 

But nothing they could do now would make up for losing him. 

They buried Boyd the next day, Fenton sneaking back to the village for food and a shovel. He came back with what looked like a little white fluff ball on his shoulder. “Hey, look who survived the fire!” the duck exclaimed as he approached Gyro with the food. 

The witch glanced up, eyes swollen with tears, but no fresh ones in the moment. “What?”

Fenton sat next to him, passing him some bread and dried fruit. He then lifted the little puff from his shoulder. “It’s Bulb! I didn’t think he’d made it- but I found him in the woods right next to the house.” The duck hesitated. “What’s left of it.” 

Bulb- Boyd’s kitten. The one that Gyro hadn’t wanted, but Boyd had begged for and cared for by himself to prove they could keep it. 

Now it suddenly felt like it was all they had left of him. 

Gyro sighed, reaching out to pet the little cream-colored kitten’s head. “Hey, Bulb.”

Fenton began digging a few minutes later, in an empty spot at the edge of the cemetery near the treeline. The ground was soft and the grass was dead, and the plot didn’t need to be very big. Fenton had it finished all too soon for Gyro’s liking. 

He didn’t want to say goodbye yet. 

Gyro saved four of Boyd’s soft grey feathers, and clung to them as Fenton lowered the little body into the ground. They’d wrapped him in a blanket that Fenton had taken from the village and laid some dried flowers down on top of him. 

Fenton let Gyro put the first handful of dirt back into the grave, Gyro unfurling shaky fingers and letting the first fall loose. Letting go of the dirt felt like letting go of Boyd- releasing his hand for the last time. 

A few moments later, Gyro threw up what little of the food he’d had at the edge of the trees while Fenton rubbed his back. 

It really wasn’t much of a funeral, Gyro sitting at the edge of the grave with Bulb in his lap, numbly watching Fenton fill the dirt back in. He had too many thoughts whirling around his head to voice a final goodbye, he couldn't catch any of them and pin them down long enough to form a coherent thought. 

The exercise was good for Fenton Gyro could tell- the duck had tears in his eyes as he worked but he put as much effort into it as his body allowed him. Sleeves rolled up, grunting, his face red with effort, he worked his way into a rhythm. Letting his emotions out that way. 

Gyro couldn’t. He just stared at the hole as it slowly got more and more shallow, his body aching. Eventually Fenton dropped down next to him, sweating and out of breath. 

Together they sat and stared at the grave until the sun went down. 

—

It was a long time later that they both sat up, and Fenton wordlessly passed out the food. They ate mostly in silence, Gyro occasionally giving little pieces of peaches to Bulb. 

Surprisingly the sun came out- the breeze picked up into a chilling wind, but it blew the clouds out of the way and allowed the warm sun to shine down. Fenton looked up as the sunlight hit them, smiling faintly. They could use a little sun right now. 

Glancing back down, he realized Gyro’s hands were shaking. 

The duck gently reached out and placed his hands on top of Gyro’s, steadying them. The witch swallowed, flipping his hand the other way to tightly interlace his fingers with Fenton’s. Fenton gave him a smile, which Gyro half heartedly returned. 

He was trying. That was something. 

“So much has changed since… since he was here.” Gyro voiced at last, clearing his throat. “It feels like we’re moving on without him, but… but then I come back here and suddenly everything’s exactly the way it was when we buried him.” 

“The sun’s out,” Fenton pointed out. “And you didn’t throw up this time.” Gyro snorted. “So maybe things are better than then?” 

The witch leaned back, propping himself up on one hand. “I suppose.” Letting out a heavy breath, he tilted his head back. “I didn’t even get to hold him one last time-” his breath hitched. “I wish I could’ve known I was tucking him in for the last time, there was so much I could’ve- I should’ve- said and done, I-” he took a deep breath. “I miss him.” 

Fenton folded his legs tighter, looking back at the grave. “Me too.” 

Even in a new place, Boyd’s empty space could be felt. Fenton missed him in the mornings, when he would make squealing noises to try and match the sound of the whistling kettle. The way he used to lay in the sun next to Bulb, soaking up the light just like the cat. In the afternoons he would pick flowers in the spring and present them to Gyro and Fenton, there were so many less vases of small wildflowers now. He used to sing the enchantment songs Gyro taught him at the top of his lungs just for fun, accidentally causing nearby flies to move in a particular pattern or the air to swirl around him. How when they tucked him in at night by telling him stories, he’d listen to theirs before telling an eternally long one of his he came up with on the spot- just so he wouldn’t have to go to sleep. 

Fenton didn’t even realize he was crying again until Gyro had moved right next to him, kissing his forehead and wiping away his tears with his thumb. 

The duck leaned into him, a fresh sob rising in his throat. 

“I’m just so sad about it,” Fenton breathed, his face buried in Gyro’s shoulder. “All the time still. I- I don’t want to be sad anymore but- but I still want- I still need- to miss him.” 

“I know,” Gyro murmured. “I’m sick and tired of being miserable but I don’t want to be happy without him.” 

“Yeah,” the duck swallowed, wrapping an arm around his partner. “Yeah.”

The breeze blew past, ruffling their feathers and stirring the leaves. Doing it’s best to try and carry away some of their grief. 

It wasn’t until the sun was setting that they made their way back to the house, Bulb walking at their heels. Fenton set up a fire near the back porch while Gyro put their things away. The day surprisingly had brought some life back into him- Fenton knew he could leave him alone for a minute. 

They sat out on the back porch and watched the sun go down, both of them looking up at the stars and shedding a few last tears. At last they made dinner in the fire, sitting close to each other to stay warm on the cold early-spring night. 

Gyro rested his head on Fenton’s shoulder. “Talk to me,” he asked. 

Fenton thought for a moment, unsure what to talk about. If Gyro wanted to hear more about Boyd, or if he wanted Fenton to distract him from his grief. 

So he recounted one of the fairytales from one of the storybooks inside. It was one they both knew, though neither had reread in a long time. They didn’t mind, it was something to fill the silence. 

The witch let himself get really into it, doing impressions of the voices, acting out the scenes. At one point he stood to reenact a fight scene, and pulled Gyro up with him, letting him act as the damsel that Fenton was nobly trying to save. 

Gyro spun around their imaginary battlefield with him, laughing and cheering as he collapsed against Fenton, listening to him recount the story. 

Laughter like this from Gyro was all too rare these days, and Fenton pulled him close by the waist, pretending to fight off a great beast. Gyro collapsed into him, drunk off of laughter as he wrapped his arms around the duck’s shoulders and cackled into his ears. Fenton squeezed him tight, not wanting to let the moment go. 

With one last dramatic whirl Fenton slayed their imaginary beast, and together they landed back in their seats by the fire, clutching to one another as they laughed. Gyro’s head on Fenton’s chest as he clung to his shoulders, shaking with laughter. 

Fenton held on to him as their laughter died down, turning to a quiet contentment. 

Gyro lifted his head, nuzzling the end of his beak against Fenton’s. “Thank you.” 

The duck grinned at him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

[hannieslittlerockstar]

six: THE HOTTER GUY

“…stop staring and go do something more productive.”

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AFTER RINGING THE doorbell for the second time, a buoyant Chan opens the rounded wooden door, red cup in hand. “Ladies,” he grins as he opens the door wider. “Come on in,” he gestures as he gives them a slight bow. 

“Hi Chan,” Kiyomi ruffles his hair as she steps inside.

“Oi, not the hair,” Chan glares as he fixes the messed up strands.

Emiko follows closely behind as she offers him a shy smile, one that Chan secretly returns. The mess of curls atop his head suddenly forgotten. 

“Chan, where did you put the—why hello there,” Han smirks as he leans against the kitchen door frame, his eyes landing on Kiyomi. “H-.” Kiyomi clears her throat. Two could play at this game. “Hey Han,” she confidently states. 

An amused glint flickers in his eyes as he looks over her shoulder, “Who’s this?”

“Emiko, my roommate.” Kiyomi peers behind her, “Emi this is–.”

“The cute guy,” Han says, reaching out his hand as he flashes Kiyomi a teasing grin. She was never gonna live this down was she?

Emiko laughs, taking his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Han, why are you blocking the doorway?” Chan emerges from behind them.

Han, refusing to lose his cool, nods his head up at Chan. “Where’s the soju?”

“I thought you couldn’t hold your alco—,” Chan’s sentence is cut short as Han throws him a glare. Kiyomi bites back a laugh. An amused smile tugs at Chan’s lips as he says, “It’s in the fridge beneath the counter. You’d have known if you weren’t messing around with Hyun—.”

“Thanks 형(hyung),” Han waves him off as he walks away towards the fridge.

Chan lets out a sigh. “Help yourselves,” he gestures. “There’s snacks on the table and drinks in the mini fridge. Later on if everyone is still hungry, we can order something for dinner.”

Kiyomi and Emiko nod as they head over to grab some snacks. Picking up a plastic plate, Kiyomi debates between the 떡볶이(tteokbokki) and mochi displayed neatly on the separate platters in front of her.

“떡볶이(tteokbokki),” Emiko whispers over Kiyomi’s shoulder.

Startled, Kiyomi slowly turns around. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks at Emiko skeptically. “How did you know?” 

“Your face says it all,” she laughs, poking Kiyomi’s cheeks. 

“I’m not that easy to read,” Kiyomi huffs before her eyes slowly meet Emiko’s. “Am I?”

“It’s cute,” Emiko beams. “Besides, I know how indecisive you usually are. I’m just saving you some time,” she winks as she picks up a plate and adds a mix of mochi and 떡볶이 (tteokbokki) to it. 

“I’m not always the indecisive one,” Kiyomi crosses her arms as she feigns offense.

Putting one of her hands up in defense, Emiko chuckles as she says, “hey hey, I’m not picking a fight. I was just trying to help out. I’m gonna head to the kitchen and grab a drink. Do you want anything?” 

Kiyomi shakes her head. “I think I’m good for now. I’ll let you know if I change my mind.”

“Okay, I’ll be back in a little, “ she smiles. 

“Thanks,” Kiyomi waves her off as she redirects her attention to the food in front of her. Just as Kiyomi was about to re-debate her decision for snacks, she hears a familiar voice behind her. “Excuse me, coming through. Careful Seungmin, it's ho–yah stop trying to steal some before I’ve even set it down.”

“고마워 형 (thanks hyung),” Seungmin says in between mouthfuls.  

The #1 pain in Kiyomi’s ass and the only reason why Chan knew more about her love interests then he should sighs as he brings out a pot of ramen. He carefully places it on a wooden trivet in the middle of the table.

“I thought Chan said we were snacking, not having dinner,” Kiyomi eyes the pot as she gives in to Emiko’s advice and places a few 떡볶이(tteokbokki) onto her plate. 

“Well hello to you too,” LeeKnow says as he wipes his hands on the apron tied tightly around his waist. World’s Best Mom was written in fine print across the cloth. “It was supposed to be just snacks but since the 돼끼(dwaekki)–.”

“Yah!” a loud voice booms from across the room, from no other than Changbin. “I heard that 형(hyung).”

Unfazed, LeeKnow ignores him, continuing on, “hasn’t eaten all day, these snacks won’t be enough.” He sighs, “I swear, all I do is slave around in this kitchen cooking for these idiots just for them to finish the platter within minutes.”

“Deep down, you love it,” Kiyomi says as she watches Han and Changbin scurry to the pot, filling their bowls to the brim. “Welp, it looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you…엄마 (eomma).” LeeKnow looks down at his apron before casting a glare her way. His attention is quickly diverted, however, when he catches Han go in for another scoop of ramen. 

“Yah!” LeeKnow slaps his arm as Changbin quickly steals some chopsticks. “Leave some for the rest of us.” The two laugh as they scurry away back to the living room.

A warm hearted smile tugs at Kiyomi’s lips as she watches them. Though it instantly disappears when her eyes land on LeeKnow, a look of disgust evident on his face. “Was that–,” he looks over at Changbin and Han happily slurping away at their noodles by the coffee table. “You find them endearing don’t you?”

“What?” Kiyomi’s eyebrows furrow. “No, I don’t.”

LeeKnow rolls his eyes. “Kiyomi,” he sighs. “You’re such an open book.” Picking up the oven mitts he’d brought over, LeeKnow starts heading back towards the kitchen. 

“I am not!” Kiyomi retorts, causing LeeKnow to chuckle. “Why does everyone keep saying that?” she mumbles as she picks up a pair of chopsticks.

“Then stop staring and go do something more productive.”

“I wasn’t staring,” Kiyomi huffs, casting LeeKnow a death glare.

“Not like it’s the first time,” LeeKnow smirks as he catches Kiyomi’s mouth drop open. His head tilts back in laughter as she flips him off. “Not funny,” she glares. 

“It’s hilarious,” he snickers, a shit-eating grin on his lips as he gets back to work in the kitchen. Kiyomi stands there speechless. Thinking of ways to get back at LeeKnow, her eyes come across another familiar face. She watches him try to find the perfect spot to place his box of freshly baked brownies. Shaking his brown hair from his eyes, they wander about the table until they find Kiyomi’s. A wide smile spreads across his freckled face.

“Kiyomi!” he chirps, placing the brownies down as he engulfs her into a hug.

“Felix! How are you?” Kiyomi smiles as she tightly hugs him back, doing her best to not spill the 떡볶이(tteokbokki) onto the both of them. 

“I’ve been good,” he smiles, “preparing for my upcoming performance. Are you still dancing?”

“No,” Kiyomi pouts. “I wanted to take a choreography class this semester, but I couldn’t find one that worked with my schedule. I guess I’ll just have to practice in the studio by myself ‘till I can find something.”

“You should dance with Hyunjin 형 (hyung) and I,” Felix’s eyes light up.

There it was. The same name everyone seemed to be mentioning lately. “Are you guys both dance majors?”

Felix nods enthusiastically. “It’d be so much fun!” 

“I don’t know,” Kiyomi hesitates. 

“We could learn Tik-Tok dances in my free time and it’d be a great excuse to hang out more,” he playfully nudges her arm. 

Kiyomi wasn’t a professional like Felix. Dancing was just something she did to unwind. It made her happy and was something she wanted to keep improving.  She didn’t know if she could handle being in a room with real dancers who actually wanted to pursue a career in it. What if she made a fool out of herself? Felix might be understanding but this Hyunjin dude, she had no idea how he’d react.  “I’m not a dance major though. I feel like I’d just be in the way,” Kiyomi says, avoiding Felix’s eyes.

“You won’t.”

When Kiyomi still doesn’t look convinced, he reaches out his pinky. “I promise.” 

Kiyomi stares at it. Insecurity wise, everything about this seemed like a bad idea. But then again, it was Felix and he was a really good dancer. If she wanted to improve, as scary as it might be, maybe getting tips from him and learning from a true dancer could be really beneficial.

“Okay,” Kiyomi’s voice is barely above a whisper as she interlocks their pinkies, finalizing their deal with a stamp of their thumbs. 

“I’ll text you a day and time and we can plan from there. I’ll talk to Hyunjin too but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I promise he’s really nice and meeting someone else who loves to dance would make him really happy.”

Kiyomi nods. “Okay,” she smiles. Looking down at the box of brownies, she points, “by the way, are those your famous brownies I’m always hear–.”

As if on cue, a scurry of footsteps approaches from behind them. An arm drapes around Felix’s shoulder, as a serious Jeong-in subtly side-glances at Felix. It felt like the two were in the midst of a poorly covered up drug trade.  “Did you bring them?” he whispers.

Felix laughs, unable to maintain the serious mafia-like facade Jeong-in was currently impersonating. “Yup, right over here.” He hands him the box.

“형(hyung)!” Jeongin cheers, his eyes forming into little crescents as he gives him a thumbs up. He quickly opens it and takes one out. Mid bite into his brownie, his eyes widen. “Kiyomi?” Jeongin looks back and forth between Felix and Kiyomi. “I didn’t know you were here too!” he says as he gives her a tight hug. 

Before Kiyomi’s plate has a chance to slip from her fingers, Felix gently takes it from her and safely puts it on the table. “It’s so nice to see you too, Jeongin!” Kiyomi smiles.

Jeongin’s smile beams from ear to ear as he pulls back from the hug and takes a quick look at Kiyomi’s face. “I’d love to stay and talk more but I promised Seungmin 형(hyung) I’d get him a brownie and he’s gonna kill me if I take too long.”

Kiyomi smiles understandingly. 

“We should catch up soon though,” he adds before bidding Felix farewell with a pat on the shoulder. Kiyomi nods. “I’d like that!” And just like that Jeongin had vanished, making a very hungry Seungmin very happy. 

“Sorry about that,” Felix scratches the nape of his neck. “What were you saying?”

“Oh, it wasn’t anything important. I was just wondering if those were your famous brownies I keep hearing about.”

“Oh these?” Felix points to the box. “There’s nothing much to them.” A fond smile spreads across his lips, as his eyes crinkle. “But the guys seem to love them around here.” 

To prove his point, LeeKnow’s voice re-emerges from across the room as he shouts, “Hey hey brownie boy, brownie boy!” 

“응 (yes), I’ll be right there 형(hyung)!” Felix yells back as he playfully rolls his eyes. Picking up the box of brownies, he smiles at Kiyomi. “Well I better go, but we can catch up again later.”

Kiyomi nods. “Be careful!” she lowers her voice, “he’s a little grumpy.”

“Yah! I heard that!” LeeKnow yells from the kitchen, causing Felix and Kiyomi to burst into laughter. 

Picking up her plate of food, Kiyomi looks around the room for Emiko only to find her leaning against the kitchen island, very intrigued in Chan’s story. The two had their heads tilted back in laughter, clearly enjoying each other’s company. Kiyomi subtly observes her two best friends as she eats a piece of 떡볶이(tteokbokki). The way they were looking at each other…something felt different. She had never seen Chan look at someone the way he was looking at Emiko. Emiko shared a similar bright, warmth in her gaze as she listened to Chan tell her what seemed like a story.

Making a mental note to question Emiko about it later, Kiyomi decides to explore the room next door. Supposedly, it had the brand new TV Chan had bought for the boys last Christmas and it was where they’d be having their movie night. As Kiyomi walks through the short hallway leading up to the room, her eyes glance at the various group photos hung about the wall. It was the same 8 boys grinning from ear to ear. Walking further down the hall, it felt as if Kiyomi was watching a movie reel of their lives. 

The boys in the pictures slowly growing older as their features matured and they individually hit their growth spurts. Reaching the end of the hallway, Kiyomi’s eyes land on a picture of the boys at the beach. They looked so happy, as if they didn’t have a care in the world. The way their arms were wrapped around each other, pulled into a hug or headlock, Kiyomi could tell just how much they loved each other. Before she could ponder any further, her thoughts are interrupted by the distant sound of bickering voices in the room connecting at the end of the hallway. 

“We should watch this movie!” she heard Han shout excitedly. “I’ve been wanting to see this one for a while.”

“No, that’s too scary. You know I don’t do scary movies,” responded an unfamiliar voice. 

Kiyomi hears a loud huff. “I don’t wanna watch one of your lovey dubey rom-coms though.”

“Yah!” A small slap. “That’s not all I watch!”

“Yah 자기야 (baby)! Don’t hit me!” Han feigns pain.

“You like them too so don’t pretend like you don’t!” A soft mumble follows afterward. “Besides, they’re not that bad.”

Ignoring said comment, Han persists. “What about this one?” 

“No, let me try and look.”

“No,” Han says.

“Han let me–.”

“No, yah! Don’t grab!”

Kiyomi comes face to face with two young men sat on the couch, tugging the remote control between them. When the unfamiliar boy catches sight of Kiyomi’s figure awkwardly standing by the doorframe watching them, he immediately lets go of the remote. Confused, Han turns around. “Kiyomi?” Han tilts his head.

Kiyomi’s jaw slightly drops open as a flicker of recognition settles into her memory when her eyes land sight on the guy beside Han. The man being no other than the mesmerizing dancer she’d seen in the studio a few days ago. “S-sorry I didn’t mean to intrude,” Kiyomi shifts her weight, unsure of what to do with herself. Should she leave?

Noticing the painfully obvious way Kiyomi kept gawking at his friend, a smirk instantly tugs at Han’s lips as he looks back and forth between Kiyomi and the stranger. “Have you two met?” he points between them. 

The stranger shakes his head, his ears slightly red from being caught acting so childishly. “I don’t think we have.”

Recollecting her composure, Kiyomi nods, softly adding, “yeah, we haven’t.” She was completely starstruck and Han wasn’t going to let such a great opportunity pass. 

Han dramatically sighs, “Where are my manners? Kiyomi this is Hyunjin,” an adorable smile graces Hyunjin’s lips as he waves at her. “He’s,” Han looks directly into her eyes. “The hotter guy,” he finishes, enjoying the flush of red slowly coating her cheeks.

“Yah!” Hyunjin shoves Han's arm, causing him to tilt his head back in laughter as he topples over on the couch. “This is too good,” Han wipes the imaginary tears from his eyes as he sits up. 

“자기야 (baby),” LeeKnow yells from the living room. 

“응 (yes)?” Han responds. 

Mindlessly picking up the remote, Han scrolls through the movies as if he hadn’t just put Kiyomi and Hyunjin in the most awkward situation. 

“If you don’t hurry up, there aren’t going to be any brownies left!” 

Han jolts from his seat, carelessly dropping the remote onto the floor as he runs out of the room. He makes sure to give Kiyomi a sly wink as he passes by her. A smile tugs on Kiyomi’s lips as she rolls her eyes. 

“Yah, 형(hyung)! Why didn’t you guys tell me Felix’s brownies were here?!” Han’s voice echoes about the hall as he gets further away. 

Hyunjin and Kiyomi make awkward eye contact as Hyunjin releases a nervous chuckle. Scratching the nape of his neck, he says, “Sorry about that. Han sometimes,” his voice trails off. 

“It’s okay. I feel like I should be the one apologizing. Han’s dragged you into our inside joke.”

Hyunjin skeptically raises an eyebrow, intrigued. 

“Trust me, it’s not that interesting,” Kiyomi quickly brushes it away. Hyunjin nods, deciding it was best not to pry. 

“Why don’t we try this again,” he stands up, placing the remote on the coffee table before coming over to Kiyomi. “Hyunjin,” he reaches out his hand. 

“Kiyomi,” she mirrors, noticing how perfectly his large hand engulfs hers. As she looks back up into his eyes, she feels her breath catch in her throat. The warmth reflected in his eyes as he looks down at her was enough to make her melt right then and there into the carpet. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the dark brown in his irises, her eyes slowly tracing the mole underneath his left eye. 

Hyunjin clears his throat; an amused glint in his eyes. Fuck. She’d been caught staring. Again. “So, how do you know Chan?” he inquires. 

Kiyomi was grateful for the change in topic as she tried to shake off her nerves. What was wrong with her? 

“We met accidentally at the university orientation music festival. Since then, Chan’s been one of my best friends. What about you?” she says as she finds her eyes subtly begin to trail down his features again, observing his cute nose, before landing on his lips. They looked so soft and such a gentle shade of red. If Hyunjin noticed, he didn’t say anything. 

“Wait, you go to SUPA too?” His eyes widened. “How come I’ve never seen you around before?”

That’s what I’d like to know, Kiyomi thinks. But then again, someone as handsome as him who radiated such natural confidence would only bring pain to Kiyomi’s sensitive, insecure heart. “I’m in the music program. My focus is vocal performance.”

“Oh, so you sing?” a teasing grin spreads across Hyunjin’s lips. “Will I get the honor of hearing you sing anytime soon?”

“Maybe,” Kiyomi nervously chuckles, not expecting Hyunjin to be so easygoing with someone he’d just met. “What about you, what program are you in?” she asks, as she tries to stop the burning sensation in her cheeks. 

“I’m actually in the same performing arts program as Chan. That’s where we met. We got put in the same trainee group my freshman year after auditions,” he smiles, a sense of pride in his voice. 

Chan was going to get an earful later for not informing her that this handsome man was his friend. “Trainee group?”

“Yeah. It’s to prepare students to become an idol.” 

An idol. Kiyomi had heard of the idol life before. She had so many mixed feelings about it. Even she’d considered the possibility of it. If he was pursuing a career as an idol, then he must be really serious about it. 

“Congratulations! Do you have a group name yet?

“District 8,” Hyunjin beams. 

“District 8,” Kiyomi softly repeats. “I like it,” she smiles. 

“Me too.”

Before Kiyomi could ask Hyunjin any more questions, everyone starts to trickle into the room with Chan leading the pack. 

“Are you guys ready to watch the movie?” Chan asks the two excitedly as he makes his way over to the couch. 

“What are we watching?” Hyunjin asks.

“Us,” LeeKnow says flatly, as if the movie they’d chosen was as boring and uneventful as the National Geographic channel. Although Han would strongly argue otherwise; a devout watcher of the show. 

“What?” Kiyomi and Hyunjin say in unison, the color draining from their faces.

“You heard him,” Han says smugly as his arm drapes around LeeKnow’s shoulder. 

“Emi, you’re okay with this?” Kiyomi asks, shocked. 

Emiko just shrugs. “I’ve never seen it and Han said it was something he’d been wanting to see for a while.”

“But,” Kiyomi tries to argue. “You don’t even like horror!” 

“Yeah, but I’m down to try something new,” Emiko says as she subtly glances over at Chan. He was sitting on the couch with Seungmin and Jeongin caught up in their own conversations as they set up the movie. There was definitely something going on.  

“It’s okay, the scaredy cats can sit together while the rest of us enjoy,” LeeKnow says as he starts walking away, Han trailing behind.

“형 (hyung)–,” Hyunjin starts as Kiyomi pleads to Emiko with her eyes.

“Come on Kiki, it’ll be a little adrenaline rush,” she links their arms together as she pulls Kiyomi to the couch. 

“Yeah, one that’ll last for months and keep me up at night when I should be getting my beauty sleep,” Kiyomi grumbles. 

“It’s not like you sleep anyway. It’ll be fine,” Emiko retorts.

“Hey, that’s not the point,” Kiyomi pouts.

Kiyomi overhears Hyunjin softly chuckle behind her. When she looks back at him, his eyes are already on hers and she can’t stop the warmth that fills her fluttering heart. 

After Changbin had come up with a million excuses as to why his duty as Felix’s 형(hyung) naturally implied that they should sit together so that he could protect him, Changbin sat happily next to Felix. Felix, who was more than happy to comply, grabbed a bunch of blankets for the both of them, cuddling up underneath them. Han and LeeKnow made sure to remind everyone how much they’d been wanting to watch the movie since forever ago so they had every right to sit by each other.  But really, everyone secretly knew it was just because they wanted to sit together. Seungmin and Jeongin, who could care less about where they sat, decided to sit wherever, which so happened to be the same couch LeeKnow and Han had claimed. As for the rest of the quartet, they were sentenced to the third couch (all because LeeKnow had insisted that the scaredy cats stick together for the so-called safety of the other movie watchers). 

Although Kiyomi would have preferred to sit by Emiko, due to a last minute snack grab, she was now left on the far end of the quartet couch beside none other than Hyunjin. Chan flashed Kiyomi a reassuring smile as she made her way over to the end. “Are you excited Kiki?” he teases, a gleam in his eyes.

“Very funny Chan.” Kiyomi gives him a death glare as she plops down beside Hyunjin, very aware of the little space between them. “I thought you two hated horror movies, how dare you betray me like that.” She crosses her arms.  

“I do,” Chan states matter of factly.

Kiyomi whips her head around to look at him. “Wha–then, why?”

“I thought it might be fun to give it a try,” he shrugs, playing with the rings on his fingers. Try her ass. Chan would never–. Kiyomi freezes as realization sinks in. Giving Emiko a skeptical look, her suspicions are confirmed when Emiko avoids Kiyomi’s gaze, adjusting her position on the couch. Chan, noticing the exchanged look between the two, directs his attention towards Emiko as he catches the rosy, blush coloring her cheeks. A warm smile tugs at his lips as he subtly scoots closer to her.  

Kiyomi’s eyes widen. How long had this been happening? Trying to conceal her surprise, she dramatically sighs. “I don’t understand you guys,” she sinks back into the couch, eyebrows furrowed as she watches LeeKnow grab the remote to start. Her mind now preoccupied as she tried to piece together the start of Emiko’s clear crush on Chan. She couldn’t believe she’d become the third wheel of her best friends’ hangout. Or would she technically be considered the fourth wheel? Hyunin had also been dragged into this whether he was aware or not.  However, her speculations are slowly forgotten when Hyunjin begins to speak.

“I’m with Kiyomi, I don’t understand you either 형 (hyung),” he chuckles. Kiyomi’s body goes still at the sound of her name leaving his lips. She shifts in her seat as she tries to calm the sudden pounding in her heart. She had just met him, why was he having such an effect on her? Hyunjin continues, his eyes disappearing into little crescents, as he tries not to laugh. “You barely survived the haunted house we went to last Halloween, you really think you’ll survive this?”

“Yah! We don’t talk about that!” Chan side-tackles him as Hyunjin bursts out laughing. “Besides, it’s different cuz this is a movie,” Chan drawls. 

“That was hilarious,” LeeKnow comments, laughing.

“No, it was terrible,” Changbin shakes his head, recalling the painful memory. “As his partner, I had to drag him around. He was so scared that it took us forever to get the missing puzzle piece from the science lab.” 

“사랑해 (I love you),” Chan replies in a cutesy voice as he smiles at Changbin. 

“사랑해 (I love you),” Changbin mocks back. 

“Okay everyone quiet down, we’re starting!” Han says, shushing everyone as he goes to turn off the lights.

“Wait wait wait, we’re watching this in the dark?” Kiyomi panics.

“Uh yeah.” Han quirks his eyebrow, amused at Kiyomi’s reaction. “Who watches horror movies with the lights on? That’s just lame,” he says, flicking the switch.

Kiyomi tenses as she looks over the couch’s armchair to make sure nothing would pop out at her. 

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin softly asks her, concern laced in his voice. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Kiyomi reassures him. She refused to embarrass herself, even if the thought of watching Us in the dark only slightly terrified her. Hyunjin looks at her unconvinced, as he watches Kiyomi slowly sink deeper into the couch. 

“Here, take this,” Hyunjin hands her his blanket and gently lays it across her lap. 

“No, I can’t take this. Then you won’t have anything to keep you warm.”

Hyunjin shakes his head. “I’m fine. I have my hoodie,” he points. 

Kiyomi hesitantly holds the blanket, her eyes wavering back and forth between Hyunjin and the blanket.

“Promise,” Hyunjin reassures her as she finally gives in.

“Shhh, could you guys be any louder?” Han snaps.

“Tsk,” Hyunjin shakes his head at him.

“Thank you,” Kiyomi whispers, pulling the blanket up to her shoulders.

Hyunjin nods as he leans back into the couch.

Multiple jump scares later of Kiyomi hiding every so often under the blanket, Hyunjin flinching then embarrassedly pretending like it didn’t happen, Chan talking quietly to himself with LeeKnow occasionally telling him to shut up, and Emiko turning as white as a ghost, they were sat around the living room eating a late night dinner. 

“I can’t believe the movie just ended like that,” Hyunjin shudders as he eats a piece of bulgogi from the grill.

“I rather like that it’s left for interpretation,” adds LeeKnow, as he grabs the kimchi from Seungmin. 

“I have so many questions,” Han thinks aloud as his brows furrowed together. “How did I not put the two together and realize that the little girl wasn’t the same one as before?”

“I think that’s the point 형(hyung). You know, like a plot twist?” Jeongin teases.

“That movie was way creepier than I was expecting. I’m so glad we don’t have doppelgangers living underground who are plotting to murder us,” Emiko peeks over her shoulder before shaking her head.

“I mean technically it wasn’t the doppelgangers who planned the uprising, it was the real person,” LeeKnow interjects. “She wanted her life back. She wanted,” he looks around at everyone, finishing with a dramatic, “revenge.” 

“Can we talk about something maybe a bit happier and not about disturbing uprisings and creepy people with scissors,” Chan says, pulling his legs closer to his chest as he waits for his pork belly to finish cooking. 

“Agreed,” said Seungmin as he flips the meat around. “I’d much rather talk about something other than Us, since that’s all we’ve watched for the past two hours.”

Changbin snickers. “You sounded so excited about it a few hours ago, 형(hyung). What changed?” he smirks. 

Chan throws him a glare as he shifts onto his knees to collect his meat with his chopsticks. “Hyunjin’s performance is coming up!” Felix smiles, more than happy to change the topic. 

“Oh yeah! It’s next Saturday right?” Chan asks, glancing over at Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin nods. “Thanks for passing out the flyers Han.”

Han winks at him as he throws him a finger heart. Hyunjin laughs as he throws one back, which Han happily catches. Playfully rolling his eyes, Hyunjin looks around the table. “Are you guys coming?” 

“I wouldn’t miss my best friend dancing for the world,” Felix smiles as he finishes making a lettuce wrap. Turning, he offers it to Hyunjin. Hyunjin happily obliges as he opens his mouth, doing a little dance with his arms as he relishes in the taste of the wrap. Felix chuckles, satisfied. 

“I mean, you also can’t miss it because you’re performing too,” Leeknow states matter-of-factly before dodging a chopstick flung his way.

“Yah! Is this how you treat your elders?” LeeKnow fires back, causing Felix and Han to erupt into laughter.

“Of course we’re coming! Han even gave Kiyomi an invitation a few days ago before our class,” Chan adds as Hyunjin redirects his attention towards her. 

Kiyomi looks up, surprised. Cheeks full of rice and bulgogi, a tint of red flushes her face as she embarrassedly nods. Hyunjin’s eyes light up as he smiles at her endearingly. 

“Emi, you should come too!” Chan chirps and it’s not until Hyunjin’s attention draws away from Kiyomi that she realizes she was holding her breath.

“Really? Is that okay?”

“Of course!” Hyunjin smiles. “The more the merrier.”

“Are you doing the group dance and the solo or just your choreo?” asks LeeKnow.

“Both.”

“Really?” Felix exclaims, eyes wide. “You're performing the piece you choreographed?”

He was a dancer and a choreographer? Kiyomi suddenly felt a little subconscious over the fact that she had just sat next to such a cool person for the past two hours. Her life accomplishments suddenly felt small compared to his. On top of that, she’d agreed to possibly join Felix’s and Hyunjin’s dance sessions. She mentally slapped herself in the face as she realized the mess she’d gotten herself into. 

Hyunjin nods. “I’m nervous but really excited for it.”

“You’re gonna do great,” LeeKnow states as he takes the tongs from Seungmin and flips the meat. Seungmin sits happily beside LeeKnow, stuffing his face as he takes a much needed break from grill duty. “I know how hard you’ve practiced and perfected the dance.” LeeKnow looks up at Hyunjin, a warmth in his gaze. “I think people are really gonna like it.”

There’s a sense of admiration in Hyunjin’s eyes as LeeKnow says those words. “Thanks 형 (hyung).”

“Oooohhhh LeeKnow,” Chan says, leaning over to pinch his cheeks. “When did you become so sweet?”

LeeKnow glares at Chan as he starts to aggressively flip the new piece of pork. “If you don’t get your hands off of me, the meat won’t be the only thing that’s going to burn,” he threatens as Chan bursts into laughter. Kiyomi looks back and forth between the three of them, a smile creeping onto her face. If Hyunjin danced anything like what she had seen in the studio that day, then this performance was worth attending. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

chp 5 chp 7 (update may take a while)

thanks for reading :) comments and feedback are always appreciated

[mysticnightmarewrites]

Gendrya Kinktober 2023 Day 12: Food Play

“What are you doing?” Sansa’s judgmental voice came from behind, and Arya slammed the fridge shut in surprise.

“What do you mean what am I doing?” Arya replied defensively, crossing her arms over her bra, glad she’d had the presence of mind to toss on Gendry’s old sweatpants before heading downstairs to the kitchen, but she was also keenly aware his sports team name was printed down one of the legs.

It was dark, and the kitchen was only illuminated by a chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling, the soft lighting catching on the sparkles of Sansa’s party dress.

“You’re fucking him! I knew it.”

“Last I checked, that was none of your business,” Arya said, setting the can of whipped cream down on the marble countertop, as if it was to blame for her embarrassment.

Sansa’s shoulders visibly dropped and she went to fill up her glass. “You’re right. You’re right. I’m worried about you though. If you were dating, you’d have told me by now, but it’s clear it’s more than just fooling around.”

Where in Westeros had that come from? “No it’s not,” Arya insisted, leaning into the doorframe. “We literally just made a list of kinks to try because we were curious.”

“Really?” Sansa grinned, taking a drink of water.

“Yeah, we’re calling it the Fuck-It List.”

Sansa immediately started coughing and erupted into stilted giggles. 

“You’re a genius, you know that?” She picked up the forgotten can off the counter and held it out to Arya, her brows furrowing. “I can tell you like him, though. And he looks like he’s half in love with you.” Arya started to protest, but Sansa shook her head. “Just be careful.”

Her sister’s words hung over her head as she brought the whipped cream back to Gendry’s room. They were just friends. Friends who knew each other’s bodies inside and out, but only that. It was what they’d agreed on, wasn’t it? Besides, when they graduated in a little over a year, they’d probably never even see each other again.

The door creaked louder than Arya expected, and she jumped a little at the sound of it, still on edge.

“I come bearing gifts,” she said, trying to sound lighter than she felt.

Gendry smirked when he spotted the can. “I see you brought whipped cream too.” But then he saw her face. “You OK?”

“I ran into my sister in the kitchen. She knows.”

“Oh. You good with that?”

Arya shrugged. “She won’t tell anyone else, so it is what it is at least.”

“I guess you don’t have to try to sneak back to your room in the morning, then.” Gendry walked over and took the can out of her frozen hands. 

Arya looked up into his blue eyes, which were shining with desire and something else, something tender. 

There was only one thing for it. Arya pulled his head down to hers, and fell into the kiss. 

This was, as it always was, merely about crossing something off the list, and the sound of the cream covering her cleavage echoed that.

Gendry pulled down the straps of her bra to lick up the mess he made, and the attention he gave to her nipples made another mess he needed to clean up. But first, he had to get her naked and spread out on the bed. 

Whipped cream made a trail all the way down her torso, and Gendry followed it down to her cunt.

“Next time, we’ll have to do this with hot fudge.” 

Arya laughed. “Add it to the list.”

The rest of the night, her pussy was full, and her mind was empty.

[tartarusknight]

I need a little love, not gonna lie, so here's a piece if The Fallen King and the King of the Freaks.

Spoilers ahead <3<3<3 Here's a rough draft of the coming chapter (It might change a little!)

Steve’s soon to be empty house is filled with his friends. He expects it to turn into a hang out like when Tommy and Carol were around. For beers and drugs to be pulled out and consumed. Instead, they start the night dragging beds downstairs and turning the basement into a proper sleepover. Robin and Eddie take the lead surprisingly. However, their all very willing to help. Steve pulls out the boring white Christmas lights his mom bought a few years ago and doesn’t care about the pins being put into the walls. Eddie, with Gareth’s help is making the big space basically into a giant pillow fort. Using the leftover boxes from Steve’s packing at posts to keep it all up. Jeff and Jonathan haul the TV downstairs and set it up, a perfect spot.

It's overwhelming to see the room in such disarray. It makes his stomach roll and his eyes sting. But it’s amazing, it’s what Steve had always wanted as a kid and finally getting. As it gets to be too much, he makes his escape upstairs, hearing Robin and Grant trying to get Chrissy to help them pick a place to order food from. He moves to the kitchen and plants his hands on the counter, doing his best to breathe through the overwhelming feeling in his chest.

“Hey,” Nancy’s voice is soft as she slides up next to him a minute or two later. He looks over at her and she’s got a small smile on his face. He waits for the ache to flow through him but it doesn’t.

He eases his shoulders down, “hey, Nance.”

She’s looking at him closely before pushing herself up and onto the counter. It makes her a little taller than him. “You okay with me and Jon being here?” She asks and he blinks in surprise.

His eyes look over her face, seeing nerves and worry on her face. He thinks of the missing ache and knows deep down that he moved on. “Yeah…”

Her shoulders are still tensed up though, like either she doesn’t believe him or there was something else. “What if I ask a stupid question?” She whispers and she looks at him with worry etched into her face.

He takes a deep breath, “hit me.”

“Why are you pretending to like Chrissy?” Nancy asks and Steve freezes.

“What?”

She crosses her arms over her chest, her nerves still there but the always present look of reporter in her eyes. “Steve, I know what you look like when you’re dating someone. You’re not even trying with her.”

Steve wants to say like I was with you. I thought that was fake. I thought I was too much.

Instead, he just takes a step back from her. “I don’t think that you have any-”

“It’s unfair to her to pretend when you’re dating Eddie,” she snaps and he completely flinches.

“W-what?” His voice cracks and she looks like she doesn’t want to be saying what she’s saying but like she has to. Like it would drive her insane to keep going without knowing. Steve knows that look too well from her.

She places her hand on his arm, “Steve, I know you. I know what you look like when you’re in love. You don’t look at her like that, you look at him like that.” She says and Steve squeezes his eyes shut.

He brushes her hand away, feeling the defensiveness building up. That old feeling that been caused from being in too many fights. “I thought that was bullshit to you, Nance? I thought that you said my love was bullshit. If my love was bullshit that you don’t know shit about what I looked like-” He rattles off, trying to turn the pressure off of himself.

Nancy tucked her hands into her armpits, she looked uncomfortable. “I did say that. But I didn’t mean that.” She says and he doesn’t understand.

Steve took another step back, “Funnily enough I don’t understand. Wow, imagine that! Steve Harrington is once again too dumb for Nancy Wheeler.”

“Stop that,” Nancy’s voice shook as she snapped at him. “I get it, I was an asshole but stop being so hard on yourself.” She said, “You were never too dumb for me. I didn’t even understand what I was doing then either!”

Steve snorts, “you were playing it safe. You took the safe option Nance.” He ignores and pushes past that maybe she was his safe option too. “You took that option until it broke you. Then you broke me in return.”

Nancy’s face breaks, “I know! I fucking know! I hurt you but you were never fully open to me either! You never told me anything about yourself. Everything I know about you I had to work to put together! We were together for almost a full year and I don’t even know your birthday! You didn’t pretend to love me but you kept pretending to be okay!” She snapped and Steve felt his throat closing up. “I felt like you didn’t trust me and I took that as you didn’t love me. And I’m sorry that I blew up at you at Tina’s party but I was hurting and I wanted revenge for what happened to Barb!”

The name Barb struck Steve like a slap, “you said that we killed her.”

Nancy looked heartbroken, “I killed her.” She says softly.

A sob tears through her, “I killed her Steve because I wanted to be with you. I- I wanted to sleep with you. I wanted to understand why people were so into you. And I enjoyed it, okay. I loved being with you that way but I just- it made me feel like shit. I felt empty afterwards and then Barb went missing and I never sorted through those emotions.” She snapped and Steve felt wrong, something was wrong. “Because I liked it and I think that you’re great but you were just so much and it made me uncomfortable. Because I had to like you back because I liked being with you. But it’s not- it didn’t feel right.” Nancy was starting to truly cry and Steve didn’t know what to do. He took a small step towards her, then another before pulling her into a hug.

“It was me; I was wrong. I’m broken, not you, never you.” She said, gripping the back of his shirt tightly.

Steve held her a little tighter, “you liked being with me but you didn’t like loving me?” He asked and she shuddered, shaking her head.

“No- no I- I don’t know how to explain it,” she sobbed and he easily picked her up off of the counter, ignoring her squeak of surprise before moving them outside, further away from anyone that could overhear. He moved towards his pool and slowly lowered them to the ground. It was cold on his ass but it only helped to clear the anger from his mind.

He took a deep breath, “You are not broken Nance. Maybe a little different, but hell, we all are.” He said softly, running his hand up and down her back. “You don’t have to explain it, but if you do want help talking about it, I’m here.”

She pulled back, moving to sit next to him. “I don’t know how to.” She says and looks over at him. “But I- being your friend is- it feels right. I just- I don’t like the romantic,” she waved her hand and he looked at her.

“Sleeping with me?” He asked and she went pink.

“No- I- I liked that,” she whispered it was a secret, but maybe it was.

He shrugged, “I um don’t take my word or anything… but I’ve learned a lot about sexual shit lately from R-” He cut himself off and looked over at the pool that was still. “Some people like being in love, or at least the idea of it. Maybe you don’t? I don’t know, I’m learning that there are a lot of different people out there. And that sexuality is kinda I don’t know, fluid- no, it’s ever changing. It takes shape for each person differently. So maybe if someone can like one sex, two sexes, all sexes, or no sex. Then maybe someone could love sex and not- well not the romance part?” He asks and she looks at him.

“That makes… but you’re not- you don’t think that’s wrong?” She asks, her eyes wide.

But he shakes his head and looks her in the eye, “No.” He states and he thinks of the emotions that had been being pushed down for years, the ones Dustin, Robin and Jeff help let out. He thinks of the feeling of being wrong in his own skin, the overwhelming feel of being too much. “I- I don’t know Nancy… I don’t know about all of this. Maybe we feel wrong because we’ve been told what to expect for so long that we don’t know who we can be.”

He thinks back to her words and how she had said how uncomfortable she had been. He thinks of his own feelings when girls (and even some guys) look at him like a piece of meat. “I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable.”

She takes his face in her hand, “Steve, I- I never told you.”

Steve looks at her, “So, Jonathan makes you happy?”

“It’s different… I don’t know how to explain it, Steve.” She says softly and Steve smiles. She looks surprised to see his smile.

“If that changes, I’ll take out the nail bat. You shouldn’t force yourself to be in a situation that makes you uncomfortable.” He promises and she laughs.

She takes his hand, “That applies to you too,” she promises.

He raises an eyebrow, “if Jonathan makes me uncomfortable-” he starts but shuts up when she lets go of his hand to playfully hit his shoulder.

He looks over at her, “I was going to tell everyone tonight but Chrissy and I aren’t really dating.” He says and she blinks in surprise. “But we’ll pretend until- well until a few things.” He says softly before he leans back.

“So, Eddie?” She asks and he doesn’t want to glare at Nancy so he glares up at the night sky.

He takes a deep breath, “I don’t know.” He sighs, “I- I think I- well maybe I might- uh ya know… like men but I- what if I don’t and I get his hopes up? Like maybe I might like both but I don’t know. And I definitely don’t- I’m not ready even if I liked Eddie like that.”” He looks over at her. “What if I break his heart because I decide I can’t love him like that?”

“We know how quick the end of the world starts,” She murmurs and looks over at him. “Don’t rush yourself but don’t procrastinate this. It’s your feelings Steve, not an essay.” She jokes and he snorts.

Then she looks away from him, her cheeks pink. “Maybe you just need to test your theory. Make out with a guy who’s attractive to you.” She states and he chokes on his spit.

“What?” He spits out and she rolls her eyes.

“Go to a gay club, dance with an attractive guy and experiment.” She says and he looks away from her, his face red.

He rubs his face, “what the hell, Nance.” He chokes out a laugh and she knocks her shoulders with his.

“It’s a good plan!” She defends and he can’t help but cup some water in his hand and toss it in her direction. “Fuck you,” She says with a wide grin.

He breaks into his own smile, “Ehh, that’s not your job anymore.” He grins and she laughs.

They sit side by side, both of their gazes slowly drifting to the pool. Steve moves forwards and pulls off his shoes, setting his feet into the pool. There’s hesitance before she slowly sits next to him, her feet tucked under her instead of in the pool. Steve glanced over at her but Nancy spoke first. “How do you deal with being in the water still? My mom- over the summer she was so upset that I never went to the lake or pool with the family. But I just couldn’t,” Nancy admits.

Steve looks out at the water, the water laps at his ankles and it’s like a hope was in the air or the water. Nancy had never gone back into the pool. Steve wondered if Nancy would understand his reasonings. He knew it was out there. He knew that he confided in a dead person he didn’t even know more than anyone else. He knew it wasn’t the healthiest thing to do. He thought about Zahra telling him to let her go. Steve sniffed and realized now was the time to do that. Nancy was next to him and maybe they could say goodbye to Barb once and for all. He didn’t want to; he didn’t want to lose her but… he needed to. “I talk with her a lot,” He says and he knows he sounds insane. “To the water, I guess. But sometimes it feels like she answers me. That I can apologize and tell her what’s happening.” He looked over at her and then took a deep breath, “I talk with her every time I go in and it helps. It’s comforting,” he says and licks his lips.

He pushes past the block that holds all of his secrets. “I didn’t really have a normal childhood. The only adult that gave a shit about me was my Boppa. My dad’s dad,” he starts to explain, feeling her gaze on him. “He passed away and I didn’t know, my parents just told me he wasn’t going to be around anymore.” Steve said the old sadness seeping into his bones. “I didn’t really have anyone to talk to after that. I ended up listening to music a lot because he loved having it on all the time. It made me feel like he was there with me still. And when- when I learned he passed away and thought that maybe he was in the music. That he would always be there in the music whenever I needed him.” His voice came out quieter and quieter.

He finally looked over at her. “One day that pain was gone and I wasn’t fixed but I let go of him. Still whenever I was down, I would play music... Then Barb went missing,” he said and saw her tense up. “Learning that because I was irresponsible it got a person killed made me sick. I wanted to board up the sliding door. I wanted to drain the pool and never touch it again.” He admits, “but one day my parents were really getting at me for cleaning up back here and I couldn’t help but breakdown. I sat at the edge of the pool and apologized until I lost my voice.”

“It became a routine; I’d come out here and tell her how you were doing and apologize. Then I fell in,” he says softly. “It felt- it felt comforting. Like maybe- maybe she forgave me.” Steve watches Nancy’s eyes welling up in tears. “So, maybe we killed her. Maybe we were stupid teens who wanted to make a connection with each other so badly that we killed her. But- but we both did our best to make up for it. I don’t think she’s angry with us.” He breathes out into the cold air. Nancy lets out a small choked out sob. He doesn’t pull her into a hug this time, he lets her cry next to the grave of her best friend.

Steve watched her for a moment before offering his hand. “I don’t- I tell myself that we killed her because it’s easy to blame myself than know I couldn’t have done anything to save her. But honestly, neither of us killed her.” He says softly and Nancy looks over at him. He feels his own tears welling up, “I know that we were stupid but we didn’t know what was gonna happen. I invited you to a party when a kid was missing because I didn’t think that Will would be anything more than lost in the woods. We didn’t know about monsters who hunted by blood. We didn’t know any of it.” He says and she doesn’t look at him. Instead looking at the diving board.

She takes a shaky breath, “I feel better shutting down the lab for her but- I think I’ll always blame myself. For staying here, for sending her away. For all of it.” She says and Steve watches the way Nancy fights her tears. “I loved her more than I’ve ever loved someone.” Neither of them looking at each other. Nancy looking at the last place Barb was seen and Steve her mourn her best friend. “I lost her,” Nancy whispered. She wipes her face and he looks down at the water.

He doesn’t really think before he pushed himself up and into the pool. He hears a shout before he’s under the water and the water feels warmer than normal. Like someone is hugging him. Like a thank you. He breaks the surface to see Nancy leaning over the pool, looking frightened. “Fuck you,” She says obviously still a little panicked.

He breaks into a smile, “Come on, you already said that,” He says and reaches his hand up to her. She looks nervous. “Swim with me.” He says softly and her eyes get a little misty again. But then she’s shifting, pulling off her shoes before she slides in. Steve goes under with her and he feels the small amount of comfort before it’s gone. He breaks the surface and looks around as if he could see Barb’s ghost leave. Nancy breaks the surface and she looks like she’s crying.

She moves and tackles him into a hug, the edge of the pool hitting his back. Nancy’s cries shook both of them and Steve held her tightly. The water was still and he realized… Barb had been staying around to say goodbye to Nancy one last time. He still thinks of asking her to come back but he can’t. Tears well up and he knows that it’s going to be okay. “We- we didn’t kill her,” Nancy choked out and Steve nodded, his forehead resting against the side of her head. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she says and he thinks apologizing to Barb is too late. But then she’s pulling back, “I’m sorry for trying to put the blame on you, Steve.” She says and he’s surprised to realize that she’s talking to him. Apologizing to him.

“I- I didn’t understand how you could move on. You kept swimming and I- I couldn’t do it.” Nancy says and he listens to her. “You were just dealing with it in a different way. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize that.” She whispered, “I’m happy you- you feel safe in here.” Nancy whispers, her face looking at the water then the diving board. Tears are dripping from her eyes when she finally looks at him again. “I think- I can say goodbye to her here. The funeral- I tried. But her body wasn’t there. And I know that her body isn’t here it’s not even on this version of reality but-” she cuts herself off but Steve understands.

He lets the distance between them grow as they let go of each other. Nancy looks at him, “Can- can you help me?”

Steve sucks in a breath, looking at her then the water. But he nods shakily. “Hey Barb,” he chokes out like he’s done a million times. “I hope you can move onto a better place and be happy.” He murmurs, looking over at Nancy.

“I- we miss you,” Nancy says so softly Steve’s not sure if he heard her right. “I’ll never forget you.” She says and then with a deep breath, “I’m sorry.”

Steve stays quiet for a moment before whispering, “We’re both sorry. But just- go kick some ass, Barb.”

Nancy seems to be gathering herself, the teas slowing. “I love you, Barbie. Goodbye,” her voice breaks but it’s the only sign of pain. She goes under water and Steve looks at the diving board for another moment before dunking under as well.

They float in the warmed pool for long enough to get others coming to check on them. “Oi! Fuckers!” Gareth calls from the sliding glass door a few minutes later and Steve lazily looks over at him. “It’s almost February! Get out of the fucking pool!” He yells and moves over towards them. As he gets closer Steve can see a little bit of nerves and awkwardness in his eyes. “Is there a reason you guys decided to take a swim?” He asks and then there are more people coming out into the backyard. Robin is rubbing her arms as she heads over. Jonathan is watching them closely and Steve knows he has the memory of Barb’s last moments as well, but that wasn’t it.

“We’ve made up,” Nancy states and Steve blinks, realizing that they had all likely heard at least a little bit of the yelling. He nods and goes to the edge of the pool. Nancy follows him and she looks over at him. There’s mischief in her eyes as he pulls himself from the warmed water. The cold air bites his skin and Nancy reaches out a hand for help. Gareth and Robin both offer a hand and Nancy takes each of their hands but Steve already knows what her plan was. He watches Nancy pull the two into the water, hearing their shouts of surprise before they hit the water with a splash.

Jonathan snorts but then he catches Steve’s eye, “no. No, no,” he says but it’s too late. Steve wraps his arms around Jonathan’s body before launching them both into the pool. He lets go of Jonathan as they hit the water and swims a little away to avoid bonking heads. The second his head breaks the surface he’s hit with a splash of water. He splutters and wipes his face before locking eyes with the now drenched Jonathan Byers. He can’t help laughing and soon the group of them are messing around in the pool.

“Dude, what the hell?” Jeff asks as he, Eddie, Chrissy, and Grant join the rest of them. “I don’t think this is the right season for swimming.”

Robin shakes her wet hair, “It’s heated. Honestly, so toasty,” she says before Steve’s tackling her back into the water. As he goes under, he feels so much carefreeness flowing through him. She splashes water in his face the moment he pops back up. There’s a splash as Grant joins them. Steve looks over with a raised eyebrow at the last three. Jeff just sighs and takes off his shoes before joining them. Eddie takes a moment to take off all his metal accessories and Steve laughs as it feels never-ending. Then Eddie was reaching out an arm for Chrissy who looked hesitant before she rolled her eyes and the two of them joined them.