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cre8inghavoc · 2 months

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What are friends for?

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This is my first ever post, so please be kind! I've been working on this piece for a few days, and there will be more parts to come, but it may take some time to complete. The story will also include text messages between you and your friends (SMAU). I'll do my best to maintain a good length for the story, but there may be some shorter parts. Also, I'm new to this, so there may be a few errors, but I hope you enjoy the story! :)

Status: ongoing!!

Updates: Whenever I can, no set date.

WC: 2756

Description: Characters are aged up. Y/N's stuck in a toxic relationship with her controlling boyfriend, feeling lost and doubting herself. Now, she's facing a crucial choice: stay put or find the courage to break free and reclaim her independence. Pairing: megumi fushiguro x FEM!reader

Genre/Warnings: [18+] This story contains toxic boyfriend, cursing, name calling, self-doubt/hate, angst, breaking up, post-breakup, alcohol, drunk moments, new friends, dating!au, college!au, no curses!au, dark humour, dark jokes. SMAU.

Your friends have been telling you to leave your boyfriend for months now. They warned you about him, about his manipulative, controlling, and narcissistic nature, which contributes to his toxicity. They keep pointing out his flaws – how he always wants. No. NEEDS to tag along wherever you go, how he tries to control what you wear and who you hang out with. And don't even get started on the name-calling and arguments that seem to happen like every single day. But despite all their warnings, you find yourself wondering if maybe it's just his way of showing he cares… it was all out of love wasn’t it? If he didn’t care about you he wouldn’t act the way he does…

Right…?

You're constantly caught in a loophole of conflicting feelings. On one hand, you can't help but notice the red flags they've been waving in your face. But on the other hand, there's a part of you that wants to believe there's genuine love behind his actions. He loves you?

Right…?

Still, you can't help but question: does all this make him a "bad boyfriend"? Sure, he's not physically abusive, but his mood swings leave you feeling like you're walking on eggshells. As you grapple with these thoughts, you can't help but wonder where to draw the line between love and toxicity.

"Y/N!"

You snapped back to reality as Maki's voice cut through your thoughts, finding yourself now parked in front of Yuta's house, a 15-minute drive from your own.

"Are you okay? You've been lost in thought the entire car ride here," Maki asked, a mix of concern and confusion evident in her tone.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was just thinking about the exams coming up," you replied with a forced smile, though it didn't seem to convince her entirely. Luckily for you, she didn't question further.

You made sure to silence your phone before heading out, knowing the argument that would likely occur with your boyfriend over your plans with friends. It wasn't news to you that he disapproved of your friendship with Yuta and Inukami, despite having plenty of female friends himself. Hypocritical isn't it. But today, you decided to take a stand. You were tired of the never-ending arguments and his controlling behaviour. It felt like you couldn't say or do anything without setting him off, and honestly, you were fed up with it.

You felt it was the right decision, even if it meant facing another argument later. You were determined to spend the day enjoying yourself with your friends, and if that meant upsetting him, then you were willing to deal with the consequences. After all, arguments had become a daily occurrence between you two, so what harm would one more do?

You didn’t quite know where this newfound confidence had come from. Normally, the thought of upsetting him would send shivers down your spine, making you hesitant to go against his wishes. But today was different. You were reaching a breaking point, tired of his behaviour and the constant strain it put on you. Mentally, you were drained. Ever since getting together with him, you'd been affected with a sense of unhappiness, a feeling that even your friends had picked up on. All they wanted was to see you happy again, but it felt like an impossible challenge to break free from his control and spend time with them. He dictated every aspect of your life, and you were beginning to realize just how suffocating it had become.

He felt like a never-ending storm cloud, hovering over you wherever you went, casting a shadow of negativity that left you feeling drained and miserable. It was as if his presence drained your strength, both physically and mentally, until you were left feeling defeated. You knew deep down that the only way to find a “cure” was to get rid of him, but it was far from simple. If it were that easy, you would've done it long ago, at the first signs of trouble.

Believe it or not, he wasn't always like this. That's why you were drawn to him in the first place. But as time passed, things only seemed to deteriorate. A part of you held onto hope that he would revert to the person he once was—caring, supportive, and loving. Yet, as months turned into nearly a year, nothing changed. If anything, it only seemed to worsen.

Why? Why did he change? Was it something you did? Was it your fault? Did you somehow fall short? He always made you question your self worth. He made you believe that this was what you deserved—that you deserved to be hurt, to be broken. He convinced you that you weren't worthy of more.

You and Maki entered Yuta's house, using the spare key you both had. It was a common practice among your close group of friends; you all had keys to each other's homes. After all, you practically grew up together, so there was nothing unusual about dropping by unannounced.

Inumaki and Yuta greeted you warmly as you entered the living room, where they were too focused on a video game. As the hours passed, laughter filled the room, followed by playful teasing and occasional cussing at each other due to the intense gaming moments. You all talked about life, ate your favourite meals, and for the first time in a while, you felt a sense of happiness return. It was as if you were reconnecting with the positive, joyful version of yourself that had been buried beneath the weight of recent struggles.

"I'll be right back! Just need to use the bathroom," you announce before grabbing your phone and heading off.

"Do you want us to pause the movie?" Yuta offers, showing his consideration for your absence.

"No, it's okay! Keep watching, I'll be quick," you assure them with a laugh as you slip away.

Time flew by, and before you knew it, it was almost 9pm. Your peaceful day took an abrupt turn when you saw multiple missed phone calls from no other, your loser of a boyfriend.

**5 MISSED PHONE CALLS AND MESSAGES BETWEEN Y/N & BF**

Luckily, Maki, Inukami, and Yuta were too engaged in the movie to notice your lengthened absence. However, tears welled up in your eyes as you read the messages, feeling the weight of self-doubt creeping in once again.

"I’m just a bitch. That’s all I am. I'm nobody," you muttered to yourself, your eyes red as you struggled to contain your emotions. You couldn't afford to show weakness in front of your friends. This shouldn't affect you, you reminded yourself. You knew this was coming, so why did it hurt so much?

Knock Knock

A knock on the bathroom door interrupted your thoughts. "Hey, Y/N. You okay in there?" Maki's concerned voice broke through your internal chaos.

Fuck.

Of course, Maki sensed something was wrong. She had picked up on it the moment she picked you up. She wasn't one to pry, though. She respected your privacy, and if you didn't bring up the issues first, she wouldn't force them out of you. That's why you cherished her friendship so much—she was the best friend anyone could ask for.

You wanted to tell her, you really did, but you knew all too well what her response would be, and frankly, you didn't want to hear it—not today. All you wanted was to be with your friends, to immerse yourself in their company and forget about your troubles, if only for a little while. You didn't want them worrying about you or your mental state. So you took a deep breath and plastered on a smile, hiding all the negativity like you always did.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was just on the phone with my mom," you said, forcing a smile as you opened the bathroom door, only to be met with Maki's skeptical expression. Her raised eyebrow spoke volumes, questioning your excuse without saying a word. But she didn't press further. Instead, she offered a soft smile and placed a comforting hand on your back.

"You're missing the movie. We decided to pause it when you didn't return after five minutes. Come on, let's go," she said gently, leading you back to the living room.

You both made your way downstairs and settled back onto the couch, resuming the movie with the others. After a few minutes, Yuta stood up from his spot and took a seat beside you, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear so only you could hear him.

"Hey, I know you haven't been feeling your best lately, and I understand why... But I want you to know that you can always talk to me. To us. We're here for you, no matter what." he whispered, his words causing your heart to stop for a moment. A soft smile spread across your lips as he leaned back, his eyes meeting yours with warmth.

"Thank you," you replied softly, leaning your head against his shoulder as the movie continued. Resting on each other like this was a familiar gesture among your group—it was something you all did since childhood, a sign of trust and comfort. So when you leaned on Yuta's shoulder, it wasn't a romantic gesture—it was more like seeking comfort from an older brother figure. Your friends have always been there for you, caring and supportive, much like older siblings would be.

Finally the movie finished, with the time now showing 11:16pm—it’s very late, thank god you guys had no classes scheduled for the next two days.

"It's getting late, Y/N. Are you ready to head back?" Maki asked, her expression soft with concern.

Before you could answer, Inukami jumped in with a hopeful tone, asking if you guys could stay a bit longer. You could tell he was really loving the reunion, bringing back memories of all the fun times your group had shared in the past… just like before you got into a relationship.

"Yeah, come on, Maki and Y/N! We haven't had this much fun in a while. It feels good for the group to get back together again," Yuta chimed in, his gaze shifting between Maki and you. The collective attention turned to you, though you knew it wasn't intentional—they subconsciously understood that the decision rested with you, or rather, with your boyfriend's expectations.

Even though it was late, the idea of going home to an empty house, knowing your boyfriend would be out, doing who knows what, filled you with dread. You knew it would only trigger more overthinking and anxiety so with a reassuring smile, you decided against it. Tonight, you didn't feel like going home, and that was perfectly okay.

"Fuck it," you thought, smiling back at them.

"Why don't we have a sleepover?" You ask, breaking the silence. Their eyes widen in shock, the suggestion catches everyone off guard. It's been a while since the last sleepover, back before you started dating your controlling boyfriend. They've tried to organize some since then, but you always declined, due to your boyfriend's disapproval.

Of course. Typical.

Their initial shock quickly turns into smiles and nods as they exchange glances before turning back to you.

"Let's do it!" Maki says with excitement.

All of them cheered in excitement, and the lively conversation continued throughout the night until exhaustion finally led to all of you drifting off to sleep on Yuta's spacious and comfortable couch. Despite the cozy setup, you found it hard to sleep as your mind continued to race, clouded by thoughts of him once again. Unable to find peace, you quietly slipped outside to the backyard, just to get some air.

Yuta awoke shortly afterward, noticing your absence. He got up from the couch, careful not to disturb Maki and Inumaki and began searching the house, half expecting to find you sleeping in his room. But you weren't there. He started to slightly panic as he considered the possibility of you leaving without informing anyone. How did you get home? Was something wrong? Why would you leave without saying anything?

As his mind rushed with worry, Yuta made his way to the backyard door and spotted you sitting on the stairs. Leaning against the door frame for a moment, he gathered his thoughts before joining you outside, silently taking a seat beside you.

"Hey," Yuta says as he settles beside you.

You jump at the sudden sound, caught off guard by his unexpected presence. "Omg, Yuta," you playfully shove his shoulder, "don't sneak up on me like that."

"Sorry," he chuckles softly, "didn't mean to scare you."

"What are you doing out here this late?" he questions.

"Couldn't fall asleep so I decided to get some air."

"Something on your mind?" He asks with concern.

I smile at him. "No."

"Come on, Y/N. I've known you for years; you think I can't tell when something's on your mind..."

You both sit there in silence for a moment before he speaks up again.

"Is it—"

"Mhm. But I don't want to talk about him. I'm here with you guys today, and that's what's important. Not him," you state, trying to change the conversation away from your boyfriend.

Yuta gives you a reassuring smile and nods, but then an awkward silence settles between you. It's unusual; conversations with your friends usually flow effortlessly, so why does it feel so difficult now?

After a moment, you decide to break the silence.

"Yuta..." you begin hesitantly.

He meets your gaze with a soft look. "Yeah?"

"I'm thinking about breaking up with him, you know," you confess.

Yuta's eyes widened in shock, a spark of excitement shining in him. As your best friend, he genuinely cares about your well-being and wants what's best for you. They all do, and they know that leaving your boyfriend will bring out the best in you, bring back the real you.

"Really?! How come... I mean, I already know why, but I'm just curious after all the times we've mentioned it to you, you never really pa—"

"Yuta," you interject, giggling at his enthusiasm.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking, and being here with you guys today reminded me of the times we used to have together before him and I got together. And honestly... I haven't felt happier and more relaxed in a long time until now. It's like when I'm with you guys, I'm constantly smiling, laughing, talking, and I never feel judged. But with him, I feel so... miserable. I don't even remember the last time he and I actually talked and had a laugh together. It's always arguments, and he's the one who always starts them over nothing."

Yuta places a comforting hand on your shoulder and gently wipes away the tears on your face. You hadn't realized you were crying. You tried your hardest not to cry for months, but while telling Yuta how you felt, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Shhh... it's okay, Y/N. I'm glad you feel like yourself when you're with us. You deserve so much better than that jerk," he reassures you, his words bringing a sense of comfort.

He never fails to make you laugh.

"Thanks, Yuta," you say gratefully.

"Hey, what are you guys doing outside?" Maki and Inumaki mumble sleepily as they stand at the door.

Yuta grins mischievously and glances over at them. "What's with that ugly grin?" Maki jokes, prompting laughter from everyone.

"MAKI!" you all shout in unison, teasing her.

Yuta can't contain his excitement any longer. "Y/N is planning on breaking up with her boyfriend!" he blurts out.

If Maki and Inumaki thought they were awake before, they're definitely wide awake now. They exchange shocked glances between you and Yuta, repeating the gesture several times. You can't help but smile; despite the gravity of the situation, you feel a sense of pride. Proud that you've finally gained the courage to do something you've been wanting to do for months.

"You're not messing with us, right? Because I swear to god Y/N, if I find out yo—" Maki begins, her voice tinged with concern.

You cut her off before she can finish her sentence. "I swear I'm not messing with you guys. I'm going to do it tomorrow night."

Yipeee!! Go Y/N!!! finally we've all been waiting for this moment.

im currently working on the next part so please be patient!

Also, thank you so much for reading!

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smoooothoperator · 3 months

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09: Adore You

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: fluff, smut (+18), period

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Being with them was easy. I feel like a completely different person when I'm with them. I don't have to walk around eggshells, hiding my own person and doing whatever they tell me to do. With them it's easy to talk, to be myself.

Pietra is someone I can trust, someone that wants to listen to whatever I talk about and is always there when I need her. Max is someone that makes me laugh and smile, that will always tease me to prove me I can do things on my own. And Landon… Lando is starting to be my favorite person in this world.

He's the first thing I see when I wake up the last few days, the one that smiles when I walk inside a room and the first one to stand up whenever I ask for help.

The week in the snow was ending, and the last day we wanted to spend it with the four of us in the house, making a fire on the balcony just to burn marshmallows.

During the last few days, Lando and I got closer. Really close. And instead of worrying me, I just let it be. We kissed when we were alone, cuddled and slept in the same bed at night. I let him hold me when we were out having fun in the snow. And everything was magical.

But as days were passing, my anxiety started to grow even more. Deep inside me there was a voice that reminded me that I had to go back to reality, as well as Lando. We have responsibilities and work to do. We have our families and even if I started to get used to having him beside me every minute of the day, I knew that it was only because we were here.

“What are you guys going to do once we arrive home?” I dared to ask, watching how the white marshmallow started to get toasted.

“Well, we have to film things for Quadrant” Lando nodded next to me.

“Oh, right” Max nodded. “We have to go to Sweden and then go back to London”

“Yeah, five busy days of filming” Lando smiled proudly. “It will be exciting”

“And you?” Pietra asked, leaning on her boyfriend and looking at me.

“I guess I'll study and work” I smiled, shrugging my shoulders.

“And your parents?” Lando frowned.

“Yeah, they are still on that cruise trip” I sighed.

I heard Lando sigh, rubbing my back softly making me smile weakly at him. I didn't want to talk about it, about how my parents decided to not be with me during my time off of school, about how they forgot my birthday and about them making me stay alone at home during holidays.

When the marshmallows ended we decided to go back inside, getting ready to go to bed. But I didn't want to, not now. I just want to stay a little longer.

“You'll get cold, Violet” I heard Lando, coming back to the balcony. Seconds later I saw him standing next to me with a blanket in his hands.

“I don't want to leave” I sighed, patting the seat next to mine, asking him silently to sit next to me. “I don't want to go back home, to be alone”

“Why don't you come with me, hm?” he whispered, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me closer. “It will be fun”

“But you have to work, Lando” I sighed, and stayed quiet for a few seconds. “I just… I'm scared of going back home and realizing that everything that happened here was just to have fun”

“No, hey” he frowned. “None of this was for fun. You and I, us. It wasn't for fun. I want to be able to call you mine, okay? I want you to come with me to races and walk next to you”

“I guess I'm scared of going back to reality, Lando” I sighed, holding his hand. “Of going back home, back to the classes, of going back to my normal life as a student. I guess it terrifies me thinking about not having you next to me, because I got so comfortable with you during this whole week, and knowing that you will be away makes me feel lonely”

“Oh, come here” he sighed, pulling me closer and kissing my head. “You know you can call me whenever you need to, right? You survived four years without me, you can survive five days”

“But in those four years I didn't spend my time kissing you and hugging you” I sighed looking at him. “I didn't think about you as more than a friend, Lando. You were there and we texted just for important things”

“And we can keep doing it” he said. “We can keep texting, calling. I'll go back to you once I finish this work. I'll go back to you, we will talk about what the future has for us and then I won't leave you until you get tired of me, okay?”

“Never” I smile looking at him. “I think I'll never get tired of you”

“That's good” he chuckled. “Now, please… please let's go back inside because I'm freezing and I can't feel my ears right now”

I chuckled and nodded, standing up and looking at him, hugging him. The last few days he made me fall for him, he made me fall in love with who he is. And I don't want to regret that. I want to cherish all the seconds I can have next to him until something bigger than us makes us part our ways.

“Let's go to bed” I smile, standing on my tiptoes and kissing his lips softly. “You are cold”

“Because certain missy wanted to stay out a little more” he whispered against my lips, making me chuckle softly.

We went inside the house and walked upstairs towards the bedrooms, giggling when he picked me up and opened the door of my bedroom. I smiled looking at him, peppering soft kisses on his cheek before he let me stand on my feet in the middle of the room, placing his hands on my waist and slowly wrapping his arms around me, pulling me closer.

Lando is someone that waits for the other person to feel comfortable. Before kissing me, he always stands closer and looks at me waiting for an answer. When he wants to hug me, he waits for me to start it. He lets me choose if I want affection even if he's dying to touch me and hold me. And that, waiting for an approval, is something that made me fall for him.

“Promise me one thing” I whispered against the skin of his neck.

“Of course, what is it?”

“You will call me and text me whenever you need it too” I said, looking at him. “Don't hold back this time. Not again. If you see something that reminds me of you, just say it. If you miss me, call me”

“I promise” he smiled, kissing the tip of my nose.

I took a deep breath and smiled looking at him, cupping his cheek and pressing my lips on his. He sighed against my lips, holding me tighter and pressing my body on his, deepening the kiss.

Something changed in that kiss. It was more passionate, deeper, with desire and lust. And still, I returned the same feelings, making me moan the moment I felt his tongue against my lips asking for access to my mouth, wanting to explore and melt his lips with mine, our tongues starting a fight that will only end once both of us are satisfied.

“I don't want to force you” he panties, pulling away to catch his breath.

“You are not, you know it” I argued, kissing him again, and again, and again…

My skin started to burn asking for his touch, desperate to feel his hands over my body. The ache between my legs was increasing, making me rub my thighs trying to find a release. Between our bodies, his length started to get harder, I could feel it.

I know what will happen next. I know that it will mean something. I know that once we do it there won't be a way back. And thinking about it makes me want him even more.

I saw him half naked before, spending summers together. It was normal seeing him in a bath suit. But now, having him completely naked in front of me, it made me reaffirm that he is indeed attractive.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispered breathless, watching me kiss his chest. “Violet…”

“Shut up” I whisper looking up at him, kneeling and wrapping my hand around him, watching how he closed his eyes and hissed.

It only made me bite my lip before licking his tip, teasing him before taking him in my mouth. I was still dressed, and it was bad because I could feel myself getting more wet only by sucking him.

“Keep going” he moaned, holding my hair out of my face, pushing my head a little closer to him. “I'm close”

I felt it, I felt him getting closer, and even if he tried to pull out I just kept going until I felt the salty release in my throat. He gasped looking down at me, watching how I let him go and swallowed, licking my lips after that.

“Fuck, that was so hot” he sighed, helping me stand up, pressing his lips on mine.

I moaned, not only because I just realized that I gave him head and I turned him even more, but because I was feeling so wet because I needed him. The ache between my legs was begging me to let him touch me.

He started to undress me slowly, taking off my hoodie and shirt and my joggers. His lips traveled over my body, pressing wet kisses that made me want him even more.

“I need you” I whisper, tilting my neck to the side when I felt his lips on my neck, leaving a trail of kisses until he reaches my lips.

He nodded and his hand traveled down my stomach, caressing my skin slowly until his fingers touched the elastic of my panties. He never stopped kissing me, not even when his fingers touched my clitoris and I moaned on his lips, not even when he traced my folds with his fingers.

“You are so wet” he whispered. “So wet…”

“Yeah” I nodded, spreading more my legs for him.

I closed my eyes when I felt how he started rubbing my clit, hearing the obscene sounds and being turned even more when he caught between his lips my hard nipple, making me moan quietly. His tongue started to draw circles on it… until he stopped.

“Violet” he whispered, making me hum and frown my eyebrows.

His fingers were no longer touching me, his lips were no longer on my breast.

“What? What's wrong?” I asked, breathless, frustrated because he stopped touching me.

“I mean, I don't mind, but…” he sighed looking at me with a weak smile. “You are bleeding”

“What?!” I screamed, sitting straight and looking at his hand, then at the bed sheets.

Red. Fucking red.

“Fucking hell!” I gasped, grabbing the first clothing I found and covering my body with it, standing up in the middle of the room.

My period. My fucking period decided to come right now when I was going to have sex with him. What type of fucking joke is this?

“Violet, it's okay, really” he said, trying to reach for my hand.

“This is so fucking embarrassing” I gasped looking at his fingers.

“No, it's not. It's normal” he sighed, standing up and taking a step closer to me, but I just pushed him away. “I don't mind, really”

I ran to the bathroom and locked the door before he could follow me. This can't be happening. There's no way this happened now.

I heard the door of Max and Pietra's room opening and I closed my eyes, feeling tears in my eyes and how my breathing started to get heavier.

God, I want to die! They heard us. They heard me.

“What happened?” Max frowned, coming out of the room and looking at the bathroom door and then at Violet's room.

“She… eh…” I sighed, swallowing thickly, wrapping myself with the blanket.

“Oh” Pietra smiled weakly when she saw the blood. “I’ll talk with her”

I swallow thickly and look at the bed sheets, then at Max. What am I supposed to do?

“I fucked up” I sighed, taking the sheets off and changing them, cleaning my hand with them and throwing them to the floor. “I fucking embarrassed her”

“Mate, it's okay” he smiled weakly.

“No Max” I frown. “I just… God! Maybe it was a sign. A sign that we are going too fast. That…”

“Hey, hey, stop” he frowned. “Look, none of that is true. Look, whatever you two were doing or were going to do, wasn't a mistake”

“But I just told her the most stupid thing ever!” I exclaimed. “I told her that it was okay and that I didn't mind. God, how can I be that disgusting?”

“You are not, you just wanted to make her feel okay, that's all” he sighed, patting my back. “Come on, let's change the sheets, yeah? I think Pietra is taking care of her”

I sigh and change the bed sheets with his help, waiting for Violet once we finish making the bed. What should I do? I didn't want to make her feel that bad, I just…

I shook my head and sighed, going to the kitchen and making her a hot chocolate, as an apology.

“Hey” I heard her sigh, walking inside the kitchen.

“Hey” I smiled. “I'm sorry. So sorry for what happened there. I just…”

“I get it” she sighed. “You wanted to return the favor. But I just didn't notice that today was supposed to come my period and I thought that the wetness was because I was horny and not because of the… well, blood”

“I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, Violet. Please understand that” I said looking at her, opening my arms for her.

“It's okay, Lando” she sighed, hugging me.

“Maybe it wasn't our time to go the way” I whisper, rubbing her back softly. “And it was better to stop it before we regret that…”

“I wouldn't have regretted having sex with you, Lando” she said, looking up at me.

“I didn't bring condoms” I said, blushing and looking away. “And of course I wasn't going to ask Max for some”

“Oh, I get it” she chuckled softly, kissing my cheek. “We'll wait. And now, please, give me that hot chocolate”

I nodded and sigh, picking her up and making her sit on the counter, standing between her legs while she drank the hot chocolate. I rubbed her sides, her thighs. I just want to give her some release of her pain, of whatever she feels right now.

I saw her leave the cup on the counter and I smiled weakly at her. She cupped my cheeks and kissed me softly, making me sigh.

“Do you need something? Pads? Tampons? I'll go to the village” I asked against her lips.

“It's okay, Pietra gave me what I needed” she said, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“I changed the sheets” I whispered.

“Mhm, I saw”

I sigh, breaking the kiss and looking at her. There's still that feeling of guilt in my chest, of starting something the moment I started that kiss in her bedroom.

“Lando, it's okay” she sighed. “We can try once you are back from work”

“I just don't want it to be staged, Violet” I sighed. “I don't want to put a day for the first time I have sex with you. I want it to go natural, to happen because both of us wanted to..”

“Oh, believe me. The moment you'll press the doorbell of my apartment I'll want you naked in my bedroom” she joked, making me chuckle softly.

“Silly” I laughed softly, kissing her lips.

“I just want our first time together to be something we will remember” she sighed, playing with my hair. “I don't want it to be dumb and clumsy because our friends are sleeping in the room next door. Maybe it was a good signal, okay?”

I nodded and sigh, kissing her forehead softly and rubbing her thighs softly. She drank the chocolate until she finished it, hugging me again.

“And the way you acted… thank you for that” I heard her whisper.

“Why?” I frown looking at her.

“It's just… how you acted” she smiled. “You weren't disgusted about it. Believe me, it made me feel a little better when I calmed down and realized what happened”

“Why would I be disgusted?” I frown, squeezing her hips softly.

“Oh, believe me. The guys I used to date literally avoided me like the plague whenever I told them I had my period” she smiled weakly, making me roll my eyes.

“Then let me tell you that you dated assholes, my dear” I laugh softly.

“I know” she smiled weakly, and I just kissed her lips softly.

“Let's go to bed, yeah? We can cuddle” I smiled.

“Yes, please”

The warmth of his hand on my low abdomen made me sleep, and I felt so grateful for that.

The next morning I felt better, but knowing that we are leaving in a few hours made my heart break a little. I know what will happen once we step in the airport. Pietra and I will go back home, and Lando and Max will go to Sweden.

“How are you feeling?” I heard him whisper behind me, making me turn around slowly and hide my face on his chest.

“Like shit, basically” I sighed. “But it's okay”.

“Does it hurt?” he whispered, rubbing my lower back. “Do you need something? A painkiller?”

“It's okay, Lando” I whisper. “I'll take a painkiller with breakfast and I'll be okay, don't worry”

“I do worry, you are in pain and I can't do anything about it” he sighed, making me chuckle softly.

“Ah, stop it! You are going to make me fall harder for you” I laughed softly.

“Then I won't stop” he joked, kissing my forehead.

We cuddled a little more, not wanting to leave the bed, but both of us knew that we had a plane to take and things to do. And I hate to admit it, but leaving him made me feel bad.

“Thank you for this week” I whisper. “Really, thank you”

“No, Violet” he smiled, brushing my hair out of my face. “Thank you, for giving me a chance during this week. If I told the Lando of two weeks ago that I kissed you and you kissed me back, he wouldn't believe it”

“Oh, silly” I laughed, hitting his chest softly.

We got up after a while, trying to stay in bed as long as possible. Our suitcases were ready, we only needed to put the sleeping clothes inside of them and get dressed.

It was a quiet breakfast, Max and Pietra were quiet too. My mind was full of questions of “what if…”. What if when I return home Eloise is no longer my friend? What if Harry hurt her? What if Harry managed to make that threat come true? His phone didn't have those pictures he mentioned, but maybe those were on his laptop. What if he sent them to the tabloids? What if…

“Hey” Lando smiled, holding my hand and squeezing it softly. “It will be okay, don't worry”

I smiled weakly and nodded, finishing my breakfast and heading back to the bedroom to grab all my things. I looked for one last time to the bedroom, to the trees covered in snow in front of the window. This place saw me fall for Lando, and I wish those stay with me and come with me to London. I don't want to regret who I am right now.

“Ready?” I heard Lando behind me, making me turn around and walk towards him, pressing my lips on his for a few seconds. “Let's go”

He helped me with the suitcase and then he put it in the back of the car with the other ones. He held my hand and rubbed his thumb on it softly, kissing my forehead and going back inside to take other things.

“I'll miss this place” I heard Pietra sigh next to me. “It was nice, I liked it”

“Yeah well, let's hope we come back someday, and this time without arguments during the stay, right?” I smiled weakly, remembering that day when Harry went mad.

“Are you okay?” she smiled weakly.

“I guess I'll have to deal with it” I said. “I sent Eloise a text the other day, just telling her how I felt and what happened. I don't know if she replied or not”

“That's good” she nodded.

“Yeah, well… I wanted to do the same with Harry, but I guess I didn't want to risk it and go back to his lies” I smiled weakly. “Maybe I'll do it someday, but at the moment I want to stay away from him”

She nodded and smiled, hugging me and getting inside the car, waiting for Lando and Max to come out of the house. I sighed, sitting in the front and looking at my phone. No texts from Eloise, nothing from her. Maybe she didn't read what I sent her, or she ignored it.

The way to the airport was fast, time passed really fast and all I wanted was to stay here longer. I held Lando's all the time during the check in, while waiting for the plane.

“It will be okay” he smiled, hugging me and kissing my temple. “It's only a few days, okay? I'll be there soon”

“I know” I sighed. “Text me whenever you want, okay?”

“Of course” he smiled. “And you will text me once you land”

I sighed and nodded, kissing his lips softly.

I don't care what others might think. Five days? Time passes fast! But when you discover who you are when you are with someone and you feel comfortable with them, you don't want them to leave. The Violet from a week ago would think that I look pathetic, doing something I promised myself I wouldn't do: act like an innocent girl in love that all she wants is to be with her lover.

“Come on, they are calling us” Pietra smiled weakly.

I nodded and laughed sadly, waving goodbye to Max and Lando and going with her towards our gate.

“I looked ridiculous, right?” I sighed, sitting next to her.

“You looked in love, that's all” she smiled. “It was cute. I'm sure Lando will miss you too”

“Yeah…” I smiled. “I didn't tell him yet. That, well… that I love him”

“You do?” she gasped while holding my hand.

“I think I do” I nodded. “After what he did last night… He made me realize that I never had someone that treated the way he does. And it makes me feel so good and loved”

“That's wonderful, Violet” she smiled. “Bieber me when I say that this whole week you grew up so much. You changed and I love this new Violet more than the previous one”

“I do, too”

The flight was short, and since we had to go different ways, we said goodbye once we walked out of the airport.

The moment I got inside the underground, realization hit me hard knowing that I had to go back to the routine, that I was alone and that my home is nothing compared to that beautiful house in the snow. That my neighbors are noisy and that my room has views of the crowded streets and traffic lights.

I took a deep breath the moment I opened the door of the building, smiling at the receptionist.

“Oh, Violet. You have some packages for you”

I frown and smile, grabbing the boxes and carrying them alongside my suitcase and backpack. Once I was inside my apartment I grabbed my phone, smiling and texting him.

Violet: you didn't have to send me more gifts, Lando. Really, now that I know it's you, you just can hand it to me once you are back 🧡

Lando🧡: what? I didn't send you anything, at least not yet

Violet: what?

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vodika-vibes · 5 months

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Hi! So I’ve been reading your stuff for a while now. If you have time & are willing would you think about writing up a reader x Neyo piece with the reader walking eggshells around him because she’s always feeling intimidated by him and he wants to change that? Thank you!

What A Change

Summary: You're a member of Doctors Without Borders, brought into the war at the request of the Jedi Order. And you've been assigned to the 91st for months now. And you're starting to realize that there are undercurrents to your placement on the ship that you never noticed before.

Pairing: Pre Commander Neyo x Reader

Word Count: 1557

Warnings: Mentions of stalking, though the reader's largely unaware of it until the end

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So I'm not sure I hit the vibe for the story, but it didn't feel right for the reader to be so nervous around Neyo and then to jump into a relationship. So this one might have a sequel.

“It’s…um…required, Commander.” You say quietly as you nervously fumble with your datapad, “Republic policy is very clear as to the requirements for any person or group of persons who wish to land on this specific planet.”

Commander Neyo is glaring at you. You know it without looking at him. You can feel the way his glare is burning into your skin.

“And how long will it take to vaccinate the entire battalion?” He asks, his voice rough.

You flinch at his words, “Um…a couple of hours, maybe?”

Nayo exhales sharply and your grip tightens around your datapad, “Fine. I’ll let the men know. Is there anything else?”

You hesitate, “Um…just that…even after everyone is vaccinated, it’ll take two days before you’ll be allow to land-”

“And why wasn’t this known beforehand?” Neyo snaps at you, and you flinch back, and he exhales slowly, “We’ve known that we were coming here for days, why am I only just hearing about these requirements?”

“I…I told the Admiral-” You trail off.

“Fine.” He pauses, “I’m not going to hit you Doc, you don’t have to flinch whenever I enter the room.”

“I…sorry-” You mumble, and then you hear the sound of him leaving and you slump against your table with a sigh.

Several months ago, when the war started, the Jedi Order reached out to Doctors Without Borders to get doctors who would be willing to work on warships and with the clone Medics.

You are one such Doctor. After days of background checks, as well as tests to ensure that you’re actually able to work with the clones, you found yourself attached to the 91st.

At first you were pleased.

Being attached to a Recon Battalion meant that you would have plenty of time to look into the increased aging of the clones while ensuring the health and wellbeing of the men and women on the ship as well.

And then you met Commander Neyo.

Cold, distant, and grumpy Commander Neyo. Who seemed offended at your very presence. You walked on eggshells around him, and even then you never seem to do anything right in his eyes.

He’s always picking and poking and prodding until you make a mistake. And then he gives that heavy sigh, like you’re nothing more than a burden on him and his brothers, and then asks you how you intend to fix the problem.

You always can. None of the mistakes that he’s caught, or the ones that you’ve admitted to, have caused harm to anyone on the ship. But he acts like it’s the end of the world.

You thought you were doing the right thing, informing the Admiral about the vaccine requirements for the planet. It’s not your fault that the Admiral ignored your information until you were already in orbit. Right?

Several hours later, you're called into a meeting with General Gallia, Commander Neyo, and the Admiral.

The Admiral, a petty, small minded man with more ego than actual sense, glares at you, and you shift uncomfortably. “Doctor, you should have warned us about the vaccine mandates of this planet.”

You feel a prickle of annoyance, and you quietly attach your datapad to the holo, and bring up the email, detailing that very fact, that you sent him several weeks earlier, “I think you’ll find that I did.”

The Admiral flushes an ugly shade of red, and you have a feeling that if General Gallia and Commander Neyo weren’t there, then he would physically try to hurt you.

Commander Neyo shifts, and you glance up at him as his arm brushes yours, “In any event, we can’t land for another two days, so what’s the play, General?”

Your gaze flickers around the room, from the Commander, who’s standing much closer to you than he normally would, to General Gallia, who has a stern look on her young face, and who is also standing slightly closer to you than normal, and then over to the Admiral, who has gone an unhealthy shade of gray.

And you realize that you must be missing something.

“There’s nothing we can do,” General Gallia says lightly, “Aside from waiting for the time to run out. Has the vaccinations started?”

“Yes ma’am,” You reply, “Everyone will be vaccinated by the end of the day.”

“Splendid.”

“Wait a minute,” The Admiral frowns at you, “How did you learn about the vaccination mandate?”

“Doctors Without Borders created the vaccine to begin with, when the plague first started.” You reply, “We were all vaccinated, just in case it spread to other planets.”

The Admiral’s eyes light up, “So you can go to the planet.”

You pause, and both the Commander and the General tense.

“I…suppose I could.” You say slowly.

“Wonderful, then you can go down first-”

“Absolutely not!”

“She’s a civilian!”

Commander Neyo and General Gallia speak in unison, but the Admiral raises a hand to silence them, “I’m hardly asking her to fight a battle. I’m asking her to go before us and report on the state of the planet.”

You shift uncomfortably, and you start in surprise when a strong hand lands on your shoulder and you’re jerked back behind Commander Neyo, he looks angrier than you’ve ever seen before in your life, and you’re glad that he’s not looking at you like that.

General Gallia looks thunderous, but when she speaks her voice is very calm, “Commander, will you please take the good Doctor and ensure she has what she needs for a trip to the planet?”

“Yes ma’am,” He guides you out of the room, and as soon as the door slides shut, you’re pretty sure you can hear raised voices on the other side of the door.

“Um…”

“We need to get you armor. It’ll have your organization's symbol on it, don’t worry.” His dark eyes scan you, “Do you know how to use a blaster?”

“What? No! Of course not! I mean, I know the theory? I just point and click, right?”

“That’s…not it at all, no.” Neyo replies, he lightly spins you and directs you towards the opposite side of the ship from your lab.

“I’m a doctor. Before all else, do not harm. I don’t need to know how to shoot. Even planets not connected to the Republic don’t fire on Doctors from Doctors without Borders.” You say, “Besides, this planet is peaceful.”

“They were peaceful. They’re not so much anymore.” Neyo takes you down to the armory, and starts looking for armor that might fit you.

You shift, uncomfortable, but somehow not intimidated by his silence, “Commander, what’s going on? It seemed like there was more going on in that room than I was privy to.”

He pauses, “Right. So, long story short, you were assigned to this Battalion at the Admiral’s request. General Gallia did some digging and he’s been a bit…obsessed with you since the start of your career.” He looks at a chest piece he’s holding and then eyes you, before he curses and tosses it to the side, “Apparently the real you isn’t anything like the you he created in his mind, and the General is concerned he might try and harm you.”

“What?” You squeak.

“The General asked me to stick close to you whenever the Admiral is around. He’s afraid of me.” Neyo pauses, and something wry crosses his face, “Of course, you’re also afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid.” You defend yourself immediately, “You just…intimidate me.”

“Same difference.” He digs around for a moment longer, and something sour crosses his face, “We don’t have anything that will fit you.”

You shift slightly, “I…have armor.” You admit.

“You…what?”

“It’s in my foot locker. We regularly get sent out to war zones, so-” You shrug, “I still don’t know how to shoot a gun, it was never something I needed to know.”

He exhales sharply through his teeth, “I can’t teach you how to shoot a gun well in the time we have. So here are my orders for you.”

“I’m listening.”

“Find someplace safe. A clinic or something. And in two days, I will come and find you.” Neyo says to you.

And the way he says it, you can’t help but to believe him.

“...I thought you hated me.” You admit quietly, “You were always there and always picking and prodding-”

“Whatever feelings I have regarding you, it’s not hate.” His lips curl up into a small smile, “I’m actually impressed by you. I know you’ve been looking into the aging issue whenever you can-”

“It’s why the Jedi called us. Because we care. People don’t join Doctors Without Borders unless they care a whole awful lot about everyone.” You explain with a shrug.

He nods slowly, “I’m beginning to realize that.” Neyo says nothing for a moment, and then he walks over to you and places his hand on your head, “I will come for you. In two days, as soon as I’m able to land on the planet.”

“Okay.”

His hand slides from the top of your head to the back of your neck, “And when we’re back on the ship, we can talk about feelings and shit.” He says with a disgusted scrunch of his nose, “But more importantly than all of that, I don’t want you to be afraid of me anymore.”

“I can try.”

“That’s all I ask.”

#star wars #tcw #commander neyo x reader #neyo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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m-u-g-i · 2 years

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Only You (Pt. 2)

Modern Day Sukuna X Plus-Size Female Reader

Special Tags: @jspenft @plussizeficchick

(Sorry for the late update. I just wanted to make sure it was at least a bit better compared to Part 1, so I kind of took my time with it, but also rushed, if that made sense. Hopefully, you guys like it! Let me know! 😅)

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3

Genre: Angst to Fluff ( + a bonus surprise ending)

Summary: Things with your new boyfriend have been quite blissful, to say the least. However, due to the foreign experience of being in a healthy relationship, Sukuna's old habits from previous experiences have proven to become quite the obstacle. You, on the other hand, were not hesitant to help him see it through. As heartbreaking as it may be to witness, you're willing to help and guide him through anything he may need help on. Yet, not everything will go according to plan.

NOTE: The following contains mentions of abuse, violence, mental instability, and vulgar language. Please keep in mind this is all for entertainment purposes and the circumstances of the following are purely fiction. The author refuses liability of any offense, so please feel free to exit if you're sensitive towards any of the said topics.

"Bubs, do I have to?"

"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I take it back!"

"Why are you so beautiful?"

Every moment with this man resulted into numerous lost brain cells, but a new pleasurable swelling of the heart.

~~~~~~~~~~

It had been almost 7 months since the establishment of your relationship with the supposedly playboy of the entire campus, Ryomen Sukuna.

Of course, those around you--more like the entire campus-- murmured and gossip about the various possibilities of abuse, heartbreak, and you know, the usual. Luckily, your boyfriend and yourself paid no mind to such. Immune to such reactions and treatment, it came as second nature to Sukuna to ignore the negative comments. However, the constant unwanted attention and scrunched expressions had him worry for your wellbeing. Only then did you reassure him that you didn't care for their input.

He was your safe place and as long as he was there, you could care less, not that you honestly cared to begin with.

The process of the relationship remained unhurried since the term "healthy relationship" had been foreign for both parties, let alone the experience. Being understanding of one another, it was as if walking on eggshells when near each other. The past few months had only consisted of café dates, shopping, late night, and domestic dates, such as watching movies, cooking, or playing video games. With skinship, it never crossed hand-holding, couch cuddles, passionate kisses and pecks, and hugs.

Timid of intimacy--romantically, not sexually--it proved to be difficult to truly communicate with one another. In fact, the shock of your established romance with each other completely disregarded the thought of discussing boundaries, preferences, rules and similar topics. Believing certain boundaries were a given, the two of you were able to manage to go about your relationship somewhat comfortably, but it's only a matter of time before a line is accidentally crossed.

~~~~~~~~~~

5:50 pm struck the clock as Mr. Shimizu continued to hand you snack after snack, ignoring your statements of refusal.

"Dad, it's alright. Really. You don't need to do this. I'm just glad Mom is doing well and you returned safely."

"No, please. The least I can do is give you something to take home," your boss insisted.

"Besides, I know you're probably going to visit young Ryomen after this, so you can share some snacks with him. Oh! Stay right here!"

You chuckle seeing this adorable old man run to the back room.

Mr. Shimizu, your manager, had been such a sweet man since you applied for the job in high school. He had witnessed you go through a variety of toxic relationships and family issues, but had always been there to help whenever you needed it from free food to providing you free holidays to a place to stay, even.

A true father figure, you must say.

In fact, you ended up identifying him and his wife as your parents since they've been the only true parental figures throughout your lifetime, so you can imagine the joy in his face when he saw how well Sukuna treated you.

Your old man wanted to apologize for keeping you later than usual, since your shift usually ends at 4 pm. The next worker doesn't come in until 6, so he would fill in until then. You've gone overtime both voluntarily and involuntarily before, not necessarily just for the pay, but you worried for Mr. Shimizu.

Though he's a lovely soul and you loved working for him, he is an old man and as of recently, his wife had been admitted in the hospital. While being her caretaker, he wouldn't have been able to return until around 5:30 pm, but the hospital his wife is located is a 20-minute drive away from the convenience store. There, he had asked if you could go overtime until he returned.

How could you refuse your kind-hearted boss?

He came back out with a plastic bag and a bunch of foreign snacks in hand.

"These were imported from Korea and America. Knowing both of your favorites, I thought you guys might enjoy it."

The food varied from unfamiliar flavors and brands of ramen, chips, beverages, ice cream and so on. He placed all of your favorite snacks with the imported ones into the bag.

You held his wrinkled hand with both of your hands before bowing at a 90 degree angle.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Shimizu," you thanked.

He lightly smacks your head.

"What happened to 'Dad', huh?"

You laugh at his antics before correcting yourself.

"I'm sorry. Thank you, Dad," you teased.

"Much better," he sighs with a smile.

His eyes crinkle so adorably, providing you with free serotonin. You chuckle at his goofy little grin.

"Sometimes, I wish you were our child, Y/N. We'd probably spoil you rotten."

"You already do, Dad, but I don't want it to seem as if I'm in it for the free snacks," you nervously chuckled.

"Nonsense. You and Ryomen are too good of kids to do such things. Besides, you both deserve it. Now, go. Send him my regards and let him know Mom is very grateful for the knitting kit. She loves it."

"Is that so? That's good. I'll let him know. Thanks again, Dad," you softly say before giving him a farewell hug.

"I'll see you later. Tell Mom we'll come to visit her soon."

"Will do. Be safe, Y/N-san."

"Mm!"

You wave farewell, making way to Sukuna's apartment with the grocery bag in hand.

Thankfully, the distance to his apartment from your work place could easily be reached by foot. Within 10 minutes, you arrived at the apartment complex, going to the 5th floor to which he was located.

Majority of the domestic dates would take place at his apartment, mainly since it would allow him the privilege of driving you home afterwards. Simp.

Anyways, you finally arrived at his door, knocking on it with a familiar rhythm.

"Ryo-kun. Dad gave us our favorites. He even got us new snacks to try," you say through the thin door.

Moments passed as there was no answer.

You tilted your head, baffled before you knocked once more with more volume.

"Ryo-kun? Are you there?"

No answer.

With a swift motion, you took ahold of your phone to call the male, in case he went elsewhere. After a few rings, you could hear his loud, catchy ring tone ringing on the other side of the door. Hearing the tune indicated a hint of him possibly being inside.

'Maybe he's in the restroom' you think to yourself.

Before you could shift yourself to retreat back home, the tremendous sound of shattering glass echoed through the board of wood separating his abode to the hallway you stood in.

Absolute terror pierced your heart the moment the shattering entered your ears. Immediately, you burst the door open, only to be welcomed by emptiness. The living room with the attached kitchen was left impressively neat and organized, but held no sight of him. In a panic, you call out to him, dropping the bag of goods.

"Ryo-kun?! Are you alright?! Are you home?!"

Instinctively, your feet made their way to his bedroom door, closed. Almost busting open the door, you encounter such a heart wrenching sight. A mirror-wall completely demolished with shards, variant in size, decorating a decent portion of his bedroom floor. Fortunately, the floor was tiled, therefore, there would be less difficulty with the cleaning.

However, with the entirety of his left side laying on the glass, there laid your beloved, breathing heavily, borderline hyperventilating. His clothes and hair were very disheveled and somewhat bloodied from the contact with the sharp objects. His body visibly trembled violently and terror decorated his face so pitifully. Tears steamed down his cheeks as he curled into a ball and mumbled absolute nonsense while clenching his fists. At that very moment, you came to a quick realization.

He was having a panic attack.

Mind you, this wasn't the first time you had seen him experience such events, however, this particular day seemed incredibly more intense and dare you say, the most horrific compared to past experiences.

The usual attacks involved tears and hyperventilating, but they were quick to end once he was in your embrace and his mind was able to process your comforting words. Though some quicker than others, you've never seen one at this extent.

Terror painted your expression so vividly as you feast your eyes upon the blood run down his fingers and knuckles with shards sticking to the skin. The pattern of the cracks in the mirror indicated he must've purposely hit it, but the reason as to why he'd do that remained unknown. Though you felt urgent to do so, you managed to restrain yourself from allowing your own emotions interfere in this event.

Without a thought in your mind, you kneeled before him, caressing his sweet face that became ruined by the salty tears streaming down his beautiful ruby eyes.

"Ryo-kun, baby. Hey, hey, hey," you whisper.

"I'm here, baby. I'm right here."

It took some time, but eventually, as your calling to him continued, his blank stare began to gain light and color as it shifted to your direction. You smile, endearingly, rubbing his cheek with your thumb, attempting to hide the excruciating pain intensifying within you.

"B-Bubba?" He mutters, weakly.

"Hey, there you are. It's me, love. Come on, sit up for me."

You sit him up slowly, fearful of possible wounds caused by the mirror shards. His body stayed persistent in its severe trembling and hyperventilating. Tears continued to cascade down his plump cheeks as his eyes began to swell, yet his expression remained blank and almost dead. How your heart shattered seeing him in such a state. You caressed his face, directing his attention to you.

"Baby, I'm here now. Breathe for me. Breathe."

Emphasizing your breathing pattern, you helped guide him through his breathing, calming it to a decent stability. Though a few a hiccups were made, you could tell he was much calmer than before and his once absent mind finally became present.

"Well done, baby. Remember, it's not real, okay? It's all fake. Just focus on being here with me. Name three things you see in your room for me."

His weary eyes began to wander around the room.

"C-Clock," he whispered with a raspy tone.

"Good, good. What else?"

"U-Uh, b-bed."

"Very good, love. One more for me."

His attention fell on you.

"Y-You. M-My baby," he states with slight more volume.

You nod with such a broken grin as your tears threatened to fall, yet you managed to resist.

"That's right. I'm your baby. Good job, love. Now, Ryo-kun, are you with me?" You ask, almost in a whisper.

He weakly nods while he sniffles and allows a few more tears to spill, to which you instantly wiped away.

"Do you mind telling me what happened, baby? What's going on? I'm not going to push you, bub. I just want to make sure you're taken care of."

You lovingly rub your thumb against his cheek, attempting to help him find comfort in your touch. He subconsciously leaned into the sweet caress of your palm with a light peck.

"I-I, uh, I saw her again," he managed to confess.

Red.

That's all that filed your vision at that moment.

Your affectionate aura hardened into complete rage thinking of that woman once more. You had to repeatedly remind yourself to reassure and care for your lover before you're able to fulfill your blood lust. With teeth gritted, jaw tightened, and breaths sharpened, you held his bloodied hands softly, contrasting from the visible fury inflamed within you.

"What happened, love?" You questioned with venom subtly dripping from your tone.

"Don't worry, she didn't do anything. Well, not that she could anyway," he almost mumbled, while looking down.

Your head tilted, baffled.

"What do you mean, bub?"

"I was at the, uh, the mall with Satoru and Suguru. We were just hanging out, you know, shopping, eating, that kind of stuff. And then, we came across her near the store we were shopping in. I'm not sure if she saw us since everything that followed was all a blur, but all I remembered was freaking out and running back home."

With his eyes remaining towards the floor, his voice began to crack recalling the scene, but he inhaled a deep yet sharp breath before continuing.

"I-I came home a-and everything felt dizzy and loopy. I-I looked in the mirror a-and.....and....a-and," he stuttered.

He looks at you with such agony and horror as sobs and tears were all that were present on his face.

"I thought she came back for me, so I j-just-- I went crazy, Y/N."

The volume of his sobs increased to which you were quick to embrace him with his head in your chest. You could've cared less about the shards piercing through your knees. No amount of pain could ever compare to witnessing your lover break down. His cries were slightly muffled into your chest while he tried to finish his statement.

"Her v-voice is so vivid in my head. It keeps telling me that I'm worthless. That I'm some worthless pig. She even threatened to hurt you! I can't get it to stop! I don't know what to do, Y/N!"

The escalation of his voice neither scared nor bothered you. It just showed the traumatic impact of his past relationships, but you felt a slight bliss at his ability to display his vulnerability to you, although you'd give your own life to take away his pain. He curls into your chest, hands clutching unto the fabric near the area, finding comfort in your embrace.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this, my love. You didn't sign up for this," he sobbed.

With a gentle motion, you lifted his chin to passionately kiss his chapped lips. Still sobbing, he responded back to the kiss before you pulled away moments after. Unable to contain it any longer, droplets of water fell from your eyes, surprising the male before you. Your gaze intensified as a smile fell upon your face.

"You're so beautiful, Ryomen-kun," you whispered. "So, so pretty."

You peck his forehead before retreating back to his ruby eyes, your smile unwavering.

"I didn't ask for what I was signing up for. I honestly don't care what this package has in store. As long as it is my Ryomen, I'd be in Heaven," you state softly as your tears fell faster and more frequently.

His heart clenched at the sight of your broken smile plastered on your face as your fat tears spewed similarly to waterfalls.

"Y/N."

"Ryo-kun, you need to learn to stop apologizing for being human. Scenes, anxiety, panic, as scary as they may seem, do not forget that it's normal. It's what makes us human. Being human sucks, I get it, but I'll be here to help you through it all. Besides, the fact you let me be with you and help you through this is truly admirable on your part, Ryo-kun."

This time, a peck was given on his nose and both of his cheeks before your foreheads were conjoined with your palm still against his cheek.

"Remember, you're mine and I'm yours. Your problems are my problems, your pain is my pain. And I've told you once before, this is all about helping you establish your own self-worth and I promised to help you through it, no matter what. I'm not going anywhere and if she wants a fight, I'll give her one. You saw us the first time, she ain't gon' do anything."

A chuckle left his mouth along with a charming smile as he gently places his palm against the backhand of your own that is caressing his cheek.

"Thank you, bubs. I don't know what I'd do without you," he says with love pouring out with every word spoken.

"I could say the same, love."

Sharing one last embrace, you sealed the conclusion of this panic with a loving kiss.

"Here, I'll help you clean up."

Placing his non-bleeding arm around your shoulders, you lifted him up gently, though he struggled due to the immense pain finally seeping throughout his body. Groans, moans, hisses, grumbles, those were the only sounds leaving his lips. Carefully yet swiftly, you used all the strength you could physically muster up to bring him to his bathroom.

Slowly placing him on the toilet, you take a minute to truly analyze your lover. Glass pierced along the side his left arm and leg with a bit on his feet, scalp and hair colored red, knuckles bleeding profusely and eyes overly swollen from intense crying.

'My baby, what has she done to you?' You thought to yourself.

Your palms found his face once as he leaned into the touch, relaxing at the soft contact against his dry skin.

"Baby, I'm going to be taking care of you, alright? That includes bathing you. But, I do not want to cross any lines. If you would rather bathe yourself, that's fi--"

"It's alright, bubba. I trust you. Plus, I don't think I'm in the right condition to do anything," he softly states with a small smile.

Boom, putty. This man never fails to make your heart melt with glee. Him trusting you in whatever you do with him is definitely a trait you probably won't be able to be immune to.

"A-Alright, I'm going to start by undressing you, okay? Let me know if anything hurts or is making you uncomfortable," you stuttered with a deep blush.

The male chuckles almost smugly at your rosy, puffed cheeks, but it was quickly replaced with a flinch once you started to pull his shirt off.

"U-Ugh!"

"Sorry! Do you want me to stop?" You frantically ask, worry obviously shown in your expression and tone.

"I'm alright, bubba. You can keep going. I just got thrown off-guard."

He managed to flash a slight smile and though hesitant, you proceeded with your task, still concerned about his pain. Once his shirt was off, there were fewer shards attached to him, yet the bleeding from such continued to flow. Thankfully, majority of the bleeding stopped, it was just a few droplets remained and continued to flow.

Similarly, once pulling down his sweatpants, a few groans and moans escaped his lips with your songs of apologies following after. Finally off, there was also a decrease of shards piercing his flesh along his left leg. Fortunately, the bleeding in his leg stopped, so less worry there. Only left in his boxers, your fended off to search for his first aid kit which was located in one of his top drawers in the kitchen.

Returning back, you brought a chair to sit in front of the injured male along with the first aid kit. Sitting the kit on the sink, you immediately set the trash can next to your seat before searching inside the container for gauzes and tweezers. You brought out your leather wallet.

"I'm going to start taking the glass out, but I don't know how painful it may be. Do you want to bite on this for assistance with the pain, just to be safe, or do you want to tough it out?" You ask, waving your wallet in front of him.

"Uh, I'll try to tough it out, but if I can't, I'll take the wallet."

"Got it. Just let me know."

Ever so gently, you began to pick the biggest shards off his body, disposing them inside the trash can. He flinched and hissed multiple times, but by his words, key words: his words, he could handle it. Bit by bit, the amount of shards began to decrease.

"Dad says hi and Mom says thanks for the knitting kit. Dad said she loved it," you state, striking up conversation to distract him.

"I'm glad she liked it. I want to go see her again."

"I was planning this weekend since we're both off work and we don't have school. Unless you have plans with the guys."

"Nope. And even if we did, I'd much rather see Mom."

You laugh seeing the irritation in your boyfriend's face, thinking about those two idiots. You were close to ask him about the mall, but after the event that just took place earlier, you bit back your tongue.

It took some time, but you finally managed to get all the glass out of his body. Leaning back to look at him, you realized the coat of sweat covering his body from the strain of enduring the pain. Poor thing was exhausted.

"Alright, all done. Luckily, your wounds are nothing serious. Just a few cuts and bruises. All we need to do is apply alcohol before wrappi--"

"No!" He shouted.

You jolted at the sudden outburst.

"U-Uh, sorry. I just," he sighs. "I despise rubbing alcohol. It hurts like a b*tch."

You sigh in relief as you giggle at his childish behavior, but he wasn't wrong. It's excruciating painful, so you couldn't necessarily blame him. However, you refuse to allow his wounds to be left improperly treated.

"I understand, baby, but I don't want any infections in your cuts. Maybe this time, you may need to use the wallet."

Returning back into the kit, you searched for the rubbing alcohol. After a thorough analysis, there seemed to be no rubbing alcohol.

"Hmm, there's none."

"Yes! Uh, I-I mean, aw, shucks," he lies.

"Hold on now, Mr. Wussycat. I'm just going to get some at the store. You can sit in the bath and clean yourself while waiting until I get back. In case your bath finishes before I get home, make sure to lay on a fresh towel on the bed. That way, when I come back, I can just apply the alcohol and bandage it up. Got it?"

He groans in complaint, but gives in.

"Fine," he pouts.

With a chuckle, you land a peck on lips and began to run his bath. You tried to dial back on the soap, considering the various wounds. Once the water filled the tub, you applied the soap before swishing the water to create suds. With a decent amount of suds displayed, you set the soap beside the tub in case the suds aren't to his preference. Sukuna managed to remove his boxers independently, though it was quite the task to do so.

Lifting him up slowly and cautiously, you sat him into the water at the exact same pace.

"There you go. Now, I'm going to head to store and once we get those wounds treated, we can eat the food I brought."

"You brought food?!" He exclaimed with basic puppy eyes.

Of course, you couldn't keep your slight giggles silent.

"When do I not? Dad got our usual favorites, but he even got us some new snacks to try later. Dad said they're imported, so we'll see how that'll work out."

You peck his lips three times before departing yourself from the male.

"I'll see you later, babe. Just relax, for now. Then, we can eat and chill once I return."

"Okay, baby. Take my wallet. Buy yourself something if you find anything interesting at the store."

"Yeah, like hell I would. I got it, babe. Today was my pay day, so I can pay for it," you refused.

"Bubba, just take it. Let me treat you, love," he insisted.

"It's fine. I'll pay."

"I wasn't asking, Y/N."

"Neither was I, Ryomen."

"Either you take my wallet and get something with the alcohol or I spoil what happens in One Piece."

You gasped dramatically at the threat.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me, bubba," he retaliated with a slight smirk.

"Ugh, healthy relationships are exhausting."

"Too bad, you're stuck."

"Nah, nah, nah, nah," you mimic, tongue sticking out in a goofy manner.

He laughs at your mockery.

"So mature of you, my love."

"More than you," you respond, backing facing him, waving him off.

His chuckles reached your ears once more. Despite the melting in your heart, your eyes playfully roll as you went back into his bedroom, grabbing his wallet from the nightstand.

"If you go broke, don't blame me!" You shout.

"Wasn't planning to!" He answered.

Scoffing from his egotistical behavior, you left the apartment, making your way to store on foot. The walk in itself is normally 5-10 minutes, so traveling from his place to the store wasn't a problem. You made your way out the complex and began to stroll through the night.

While you walked through the small town, you thoroughly admired the beauty of the simple town. The street lights shining on the trees as a few flowers and leaves fall gracefully unto the concrete, the cars passing by swiftly bringing breeze with every pass, bystanders peacefully passing through the streets, the neon and LED signs of the various stores and businesses adding color to the darkness of the night, and your favorite, the twinkling and dazzling of the numerous stars above you decorating the pitch black sky so beautifully.

Tranquil nights have always been your favorite atmosphere. Everyone's resting after a long day's work, barely anyone around to cause ruckus, the breeze being much cooler as it blows against your skin, the list could go on.

While distracted by your analysis of the town's beauty, a hand forcefully covers your mouth as you were suddenly yanked into an alley where no one tends to go in.

With your screams muffled, you squirmed and struggled in the unknown figure's grip before your back was slammed against the wall. Fear crept into your veins as you were manhandled by this mysterious person.

"Now, now, no need to be so hasty, Y/N-chan. Just do as I say and no one gets hurt, okay?"

Before you could scream, your heart dropped once you recognized the masculine voice. One you were a little too familiar with. Though it was almost completely dark, you squinted your eyes on attempt to identify the unknown figure.

Your heart jumped to your throat as the fear in your blood transformed into pure terror, causing to you to lose the ability to function, much less move.

The towering male slyly allowed an evil grin crawl on his face seeing your reaction, installing more fear inside your curvaceous little body.

There stood Kyojuro Michikatsu, your ex.

Hands began to tremble, your knees buckled, sweat dripped frequently from your forehead, whimpers left your lips, though muffled. Memories of your past relationship replayed in your head so suddenly yet clearly.

"I don't care if you're starving. No one's going to find an elephant attractive unless you start losing that tummy."

"I'm sorry, baby. I just wanted what was best for you. Please forgive me."

"You're a worthless piece of sh*t that nobody loves except me! You'll realize the mistake you made and you'll come running back!"

Your eyes burned, yearning for tears to escape, but you refused to back down from the male before you. As you made distinctively clear before, you're much different from back then.

"Good girl. Now, I'll remove my hand, but scream and you're done," he threatened.

You nodded once more, complying for the sake of your life. He finally removed his hand, letting you breathe.

"Kyojuro, what are you doing here? What do you want?" You question, so softly yet so dangerously.

"Ouch. No need to be harsh, Y/N-cha--"

"Don't call me that, bastard. You lost that privilege the day you laid your hands on me," you growled.

His jaw tightened, restraining himself from surrendering to his anger, a common emotion that you knew turned the wheels in his head. Inhaling and exhaling, a fake, affectionate smile at plastered on face.

"I said sorry, didn't I?"

"Yeah, and you said you wouldn't do it again, but look what happened. You know what, I ain't got time for this, Kyojuro."

You attempted to leave, but the male immediately shoved you back into the wall harsher than before. Way harsher.

"No, no. You...are going to listen to me, understood? 'Cause you're mine and that's all you'll ever be," he hisses with his patience running thinner than paper.

"I love you, Y/N."

His hand approached your face in attempt to caress it, but you waved it away, irritated, followed by a scoff from your lips.

"No, you don't. You love controlling me. There's a difference, Kyojuro and you know it. You're just mad I'm not helpless anymore. I'm worth more than just being your personal stress toy or matter of fact, punching bag. Come talk to me once you're able to differentiate the two."

He yells out in frustration, causing you to flinch as he slammed his fist against the wall behind you. His breath quickened in fury as his gaze on you held no humanity--not like they did anyway.

"Come on, onii-chan. Just beat the b*tch already," a feminine voice whined.

The familiar tone made your anxiety skyrocket. The woman's silhouette appeared from the shadows behind the male, making your blood boil red.

"I'm assuming you're behind this," you speculate with such a venomous tone.

"More or less."

Her obnoxious giggle enters your ears, screeching your eardrums similar to a cat's claws scratching a chalkboard. Your annoyance grew with every passing second as the two stand next to each other.

Kyojuro Michikatsu and Kanjuro Mizuki.

Kyojuro and Kanjuro share the same mother, however, they originated from separate dads. Long story short, their mother cared more about her bank account than her husbands.

Correction, ex-husbands.

Kyojuro's father was a wealthy man with a successful company and in its prime, his mother was quick to have him bankrupt. With absolutely no cent left, the man was abandoned by his supposedly beloved wife and son. No justice was served since his mother had a very well-put group of lawyers to cover her tracks. It wasn't even a year after she left before she married a much wealthier man, therefore, conceiving Kanjuro. That's why, they have different last names.

There isn't much information about their relationship at the moment, however, it didn't take a genius to recognize a "gold digger" when you saw one.

"What the hell do you want?" You hissed.

"Not much, Y/N-chan. Just want a small conversation with you," Mizuki says with venomous smile.

"About what?"

"About this."

Mizuki lands a hard slap right across your face.

Instinctively, you approached her, ready to retaliate. Yet, you were forcefully yanked by your hair by Kyojuro, pulling you back and he landed a nice kick in your gut.

You dropped to the floor, pain spreading throughout your body as you groaned on your hands and knees. Holding your gut, once more, your hair was yanked, snapping your head up to see Mizuki, inches away from your face, smirking with amusement and sadism.

"This is what you should look like. On your hands and knees, like a little b*tch."

"Have you looked in the mirror recently?" You remarked.

You spit in her face, causing her jaw to drop in offense. She shrieks in disgust.

"You little--"

There, a kick landed square in your face, resulting into a liquid redness to drip from your nose profusely. Without a moment to groan in agony, another aggressive pull was placed on your scalp once more, lifting you up to lean your wrecked body against the wall before Kyojuro landed a nice punch on your other cheek, earning a slight grumble from you.

"Know your place, Y/N-chan," your ex hisses.

Spitting out the blood, the metallic taste in your taste buds feed into your blood lust. You scoff weakly in amusement as your eyes meet his.

"Like I'd listen to a bastard like you."

The veins in the male's forehead and neck pulsed so violently as a sadistic grin crept unto his face.

"You've developed quite the mouth last time I saw you. Gotta change that."

He attempts another right hook, but being quick enough, you were able to dodge and elbow him square in the nose, causing redness to flow similarly to you. He stumbles back as the siblings both shared the exact petrified expression of seeing blood seep down. They both look to you, finding you in a defensive stance, smirking.

"Not a nice feeling, now is it?" You mock.

His eyes narrowed in fury as he approached you, flying his limbs around, striving to land a blow. However, it never made contact as you would dodge every time. Spotting an opening, you made harsh contact with his side using your fist, extracting a yelp from him in pain. With a few seconds of him distracted, a roundhouse crushed his face in, possibly breaking a tooth or two.

Mizuki came in to help without hesitation, making similar movements, but not nearly precise compared to her bastard of a brother. Snickers left your lips as her movements resembled a five year old attempting to box. With ease, your leg swiftly looped in from behind her legs, directing her to fall on her back. But before making contact with the floor, you landed one last punch on her face, giving her the same nosebleed as her brother.

You towered over her body, out breath due to the abuse on your body from her and Kyojuro. Suddenly, you pulled into a head lock, closing the airways for oxygen to enter your body. Choking, you hit the forearms of the perpetrator to cause harm, but no avail did it help. Blood running down his nose and lips, Kyojuro grunted as he mustered all of his remaining strength to keep you locked in.

"You know, I really was going to go easy on you and forgive you for what you did to my sister, but now, you're just testing me."

Even with the lack of oxygen in your lungs, you managed to laugh at his hypocritical statement.

"Isn't that what you did to me? Isn't that what she did to Sukuna? You hypocrites are just sh*t in the flesh. At least, I'm not a wuss to straighten up a real hoe when I saw one," you spat.

He growled as his displeasure increased with every word spoken from your mouth. Shakily, Mizuki managed to stand up, though her stance was visibly unstable. Her eyes narrowed, similarly to her brother's, as she snarled in annoyance as well.

"You still want to mess with me, you sl*t?! Huh?!"

With Kyojuro's inescapable hold on you, Mizuki went ballistic with no restrictions. She landed a few punches unto your gut and face a few times before Kyojuro finally released you from his grip, resulting into you dropping unto the floor, groaning at the pain. Coughing intensely, red flowed in thicker and greater amounts from your lips.

They towered over your chubby figure, beaten and bruised and out of breath from the intense collision that had occurred. With one last kick to your side, Mizuki scoffs in triumph.

"Serves you right, you whore."

On their way to leave, unexpectedly, you began to laugh hysterically, confusing the two siblings. They stared at your crawling figure, cackling maniacally, while making way near the wall. Using the wall as leverage, your legs weakly conjured whatever remaining strength to assist you in standing up, though your stance was sluggish and exhausted. For balance, you leaned your back against the wall as your cackles echoed through the alley.

"You're pathetic, Mizuki-san. You couldn't handle the fact you got your *ss handed to you, you cried to Big Brother to help you. I knew you were weak, but damn," you smugly say with a sly smile.

Her eyes burned with fury once more, prepared to pounce on you again, yet she was quickly decline by a hand stopping her arm.

Our attention shifted to the unknown figure--correction: figures-- standing behind the female. The woman froze in fear while the male stood there irritated at the interruption. You, on the other hand, became anxious seeing nothing, but two shadow silhouettes. However, it quickly withered away, finally being able to recognize the white hair contrasting from the pitch black of night.

"Who the f*ck are you two?" Kyojuro snapped, referring mainly to the white-haired figure holding Mizuki's arm.

"Just a few friends," answered the white hair.

"Satoru, don't waste your breath on scum," the other stated with a cheerful tone that poured poisonous intent.

Looking behind him, Kyojuro found a male with a sharper eye shape and long black hair.

"Who are you calling scum, you b*tch?!" Kyojuro exclaims.

The male attempted a punch towards the black hair's face, only to be abruptly stopped by the latter's hand holding his fist. With a wicked smile, the long-haired male went near Kyojuro's ear, nearly crushing the man's fist in his grip.

"Look in the mirror," Suguru whispered.

Without a moment to spare, Suguru twisted the male's wrist, causing a few joints to go out of place, earning a satisfying scream of agony.

"Oops, too much?" Suguru mocks with a smile of absolute malice.

Landing a harsh kick to the chest sent Kyojuro flying to wall, somewhat near you, making him fall to floor. His cries of agony filled your ears, feeding into your hunger of sadism.

"Onii-chan!" Mizuki cried.

"Shut up, hoe," Satoru snarled.

Turning her to face him with such aggression, he lands a nice slap to her cheek before swiping his long legs underneath hers, tripping her similarly to you. Instead of punching while she's in the air, he lets her body fall, but before her head hits the floor, he gives one last kick to the side of her jaw. Nothing was overly injured, but it was painful enough to leave them unconscious for a while.

"Aww, she's already knocked out," Satoru whines.

"Sometimes, I wish she wasn't so weak, so I could land a few more blows, but I'm just glad I got t--"

Suguru coughs in interruption. Satoru looks at the other puzzled until Suguru directs his attention to you, beaten up and weakly standing, waving awkwardly.

"Right. My bad."

The two take one arm each around their shoulders, helping you stand up, allowing you relax in their grip.

"Whoa Y/N, are you alright? What happened?" Satoru asked, worry audible in his voice.

"You know the usual, my ex and his little sister beating me up to get back at me from handing her flat*ss to her," you casually share.

"Ex? Little sister? Mizuki has an older brother?" Suguru asks.

"I think it's best if I tell you guys later. You know, when we're not suspiciously in a dark alleyway where the people are beaten up."

"Yeah, let's go," Satoru suggested.

"Wow, you really are a whore," a voice remarked.

The three turned your heads to see your ex, Kyojuro, barely holding unto consciousness with a useless smirk on face. You scoff.

"Yeah, and I'm guessing those STD forms on your nightstand weren't real either," you snarled back.

His snark returned once hearing your words.

"You won't get away with this. No one would ever love you the way I did."

Satoru shifted forward, ready to add another name to his murder list, but you were quick to stop him.

"If that's your definition of love, I think I'll survive. Let's go, guys," you respond.

Without question, the two guys assisted you in walking to Sukuna's apartment. Once realizing where you were headed, you suddenly remembered the original purpose of your outing.

"Crap, I need to get something from the store. Turn around."

"What? No. We're taking you to Ryomen-chan's to get you treated," Satoru scolded.

"We can go after I get what I need from the store. I just need one thing."

"What is it?"

"Rubbing alcohol. Ryo-kun needs for his first aid kit."

"We can get that after we get to Ryomen-chan's place."

"Please. We really need it. I don't want to return empty handed," you share with a melancholic tone.

The decrease in your mood only decreased their's as well. Weakened by your saddened expression and tone, the two look at each other, sending a telepathic message before sighing in unison.

"Fine. How about this? Suguru will take you to Ryomen-chan and I'll get it for you," the white hair negotiated.

"It's alright, senpai. It's my responsibility. I told Ryo-kun I'd get it."

"No, Y/N-san," Suguru interrupted. "Satoru will get it. I'll stay with you until we get to Ryomen's house."

"B-Bu--"

"No 'buts'. Satoru will get it, I'll stay with you, and that's final. Understood?" Suguru almost scolded.

With a pout, you nodded, agreeing with the decision.

It wasn't long until the depressing aura radiating off you shifted to pure glee. You smiled gratefully, melting the hearts of the two men.

"Thank you, Gojo-senpai. Thank you, Geto-senpai. I truly appreciate everything you guys do for us," you say, softly and sincerely.

With a shy blush appear on their faces, Suguru coughed to recollect himself from his flustered state while Satoru nervously chuckles, scratching the back of his hair.

"N-No problem, Y/N-chan. Just get there safely. I'll be back, okay?"

He ruffles your hair before he basically skips off to the store.

"Dang it! I forgot to give him the money for the alcohol," you groan.

"Don't fret too much about it, eh? He's loaded, so you'll be fine," Suguru reassured.

"But, still."

"Y/N-san, please. Let's focus on getting you to Ryomen and treating your bruises. We can discuss other matters later."

Suguru being assertive to your whining somewhat made you feel irritated, but it was easily brushed off knowing it's all for your safety. Although, he doesn't realize the worry storming in your mind when trying to figure out the explanation you'd have to share with Ryomen when seeing you. You actually wanted to hide away and keep the event hidden from the male, for the sake of his mental health, but you knew that wouldn't be the best option. You could only pray for a decent reaction, though you knew what was possibly coming.

Time Skip

Finally arriving at Sukuna's place, Suguru brought you into the bedroom where your lover was laying on a fresh towel on the bed, waiting with nothing but a towel around his hips, playing on his phone. A familiar expression of horror suddenly appeared on his face, seeing you with a swollen eye, bloody forehead, bruised cheeks and lips, and an overall beaten-down figure, using Suguru as leverage.

Almost immediately, disregarding his own wounds, he carefully took you from Suguru, bringing you to the bathroom to bathe and care for you before getting you treated. With Suguru already in the living room, waiting, your lover helped dress you in your undergarments and shorts before calling Suguru in to help tend to your wounds. The two men are the only ones able to see you with a bra and shorts, mainly since they don't lust after you nor make any moves. Plus, you've all been to beach together, so it wasn't necessarily anything new or uncomfortable.

After explaining his own wounds to his dear friend, although it left the long hair pitying the other, Sukuna began itching for an explanation seeing his beloved decorating in purple, blue and black bruises, beginning from your beautiful face to your adorable tummy to your delectable legs. His heart twisted so bitterly. With Suguru bandaging your body since it was mainly sprains and bruises all over your body, you hesitantly decided to share the details of your encounter during your outing to the store. Just as predicted, he didn't take it well.

"What?!"

You held in your ears in slight pain.

"Not so loud. These walls aren't so thick, you know?" You scold.

"Sorry if I can't help, but get pissed at the fact our exes decided to gang up on you!" Your boyfriend exclaimed, louder.

"Ryomen," Suguru whispers. "Please, we're all in shock and we're all upset, but you must recollect yourself. You and Y/N-san are not in the best condition so, don't strain yourselves. Wait until Satoru arrives and we can treat you both. Then, we can discuss."

Huffing and puffing, your lover crosses his arms, sulking similarly to a child, becoming silent from his whining. There, Suguru claimed his assertive victory over your lover.

Curse his dominant exterior.

"Geto-senpai. I've been meaning to ask. How did you and Gojo-senpai find me?" Your question curiously.

In fact, Sukuna even became intrigued.

"Well, we actually came from the store with snacks, on our way to Ryomen's place to hang out. We were passing by when we heard someone cursing and another person groaning. We checked to see if things were what we assumed it to be and it was. However, we weren't expecting you to be there, let alone being beaten up. Once we saw that guy and Mizuki beating you up, we couldn't control ourselves and interfered."

"Well, thank you again. For everything. I probably would have died if you hadn't interfered."

"Don't mention it. Satoru recorded it and we listened to everything from when he told you to know your place and then on. We're going to report it as evidence of domestic abuse and assault. There were even videos from when you handed Mizuki's flat *ss in her hands several months ago. But, it mainly caught her sexually assaulting Ryomen. Therefore, this two siblings really have no defense against these."

You smile gratefully as rubbed the back of his palm.

"Thank you, Geto-senpai. I owe you and Gojo-senpai."

The male froze as an adorable blush appeared on his cheeks, giving you genuine smile.

"Don't worry about it, Y/N-san. We're just glad you're okay, now."

The bedroom door flew open as the one we've waiting for finally arrived.

"I have the alcohol, but I bought some extra food, just in case," Satoru noted.

He hands the liquid to Suguru before the latter pours the liquid on a cotton pad, approaching Sukuna. The pink hair backed up.

"Hell no, do Y/N first!" Sukuna complains.

"Your wounds are more severe compared to hers. She mainly has bruises and sprains. You were literally stabbed by glass. I already treated her and now, it's your turn," the other male explains.

"I believe you need this," you offer, handing Sukuna your wallet.

Whining and grumbling, Sukuna sat stiffly with the wallet placed in his mouth as Suguru began to dab the damp cotton pad on the various cuts, earning a melody of muffled yelps and cries from the pink hair. Satoru, on the other hand, was having the time of his life Almost in a sadistic manner, Suguru thoroughly clean inside the cuts to prevent internal infection or anything of the sort, causing the injured male to tear up.

You decided to sit next to him and held his hand through the entire process, though you were close in losing your hand. Suguru then applied some Vaseline before he wrapped Sukuna in bandages and gauzes.

"And done," Suguru proclaimed. "Just make sure to change your bandages and clean your wounds every day."

With a nod, the other male relaxed against your shoulder as you pat his head, oh so gently and softly. Meanwhile, the cackling white hair continued to spew his balls of laughter, thinning the patience of the three of you.

"Bruh, my guy almost cried! Bahaha!" He teased.

The three of you simultaneously glared at the laughing male before turning your heads towards each other. With a nod, all three of you approached him as he remained in his pit of laughter. Noticing you three towering over him, you all quickly smack the sides and back of head in sync.

"Ow! What the hell?!"

His cry left unanswered made him pout in result.

"Anyways, let's get down to business. Y/N-san. If you don't mind telling us, what is your relation with this man, other than being your ex-boyfriend? Is he a co-worker of some sort? Old classmate?" Suguru interrogated.

Still next to Sukuna, you took a sharp breath as your fingers began to fidget. The thought of him causing so much physical triggers. Sukuna did not hesitate to hold them both in his bigger one. He runs his thumb on the back of your palm, soothingly.

"Take your time, bubba," he comforted.

You nod with another sigh following.

"He and I were together since Intermediate. We were young and it was puppy love almost. We continued our relationship throughout high school until around our Second Year. He, uh," you halt with a broken chuckle.

"He got upset because I didn't go to his ruby game, but I told him beforehand that I had a funeral for my grandma. He knew how much I loved her, but then he, uh, he and I started to fight. That's when he laid his hands on me for the first time. He slapped me."

You look at the others as their expression read a mix of empathy and anger. You could tell they're using all the manpower to restrain themselves. With a gulp, you continued hesitantly.

"He apologized and always made it up to me, promising he'd never do that again. But, then one time turned to another. And another, then another, then another. He became mentally and emotionally abusive as well, stating I was an elephant, I was unworthy of love, he was the only one that'd ever love me, no one would love me like how he did. It was hard to leave him when I wasn't mentally there."

"What brought you out?" Satoru asks.

"Mr. Shimizu."

"Dad? Your boss?" Your boyfriend asks.

"Yeah. A sly man that guy," you chuckle awkwardly.

Their heads tilted, puzzled, but you weren't hesitant to respond.

"He was smart. He would indirectly show me how he treated Mrs. Shimizu, setting an example of how I should be treated and basically helped me develop my self-worth. My debt to him is massive, but he just wanted to make sure I was okay."

Suguru hums in understanding.

"I see. I'm assuming he's the reason why you refuse to apply a better paying job."

Nodding, a slight smile appeared on your face.

"When I broke up with Kyojuro, he immediately brought me in until I felt safe to go back home. That's why I call him and Mrs. Shimizu my parents. They were there when no one was there for me, so I refuse to think of anyone else as otherwise."

They nod in understanding.

"They helped me get in to college and now," you smile, looking at the male beside you before scanning the rest of the room to the others.

"I met you guys. And I've never been happier."

The grin on your face became contagious as the others began to beam themselves. Kissing the back of your lover's hand, you relax in content of admitting such emotions.

"Thank you guys, for everything."

"Of course, Y/N-chan," Satoru egotistically responded.

"Anything for a friend," the long hair followed.

Sukuna kissed your temple affectionately. Finally, the closure everyone yearned for. Hopefully, everything will remain tranquil until then.

"We love you, baby. So very much," Sukuna admitted.

"I love you guys, too. So very much."

Bonus:

"Ryomen," Suguru called out. "Should we...?"

Purposely ending the sentence, the male rose his eyebrows, indicating something to your lover, leaving you quite confused.

"Should you guys, what?" You ask.

"Uhm, bubs. Since we're confessing things, we, uh, wanted to discuss things with you," Sukuna added with suspense.

The room suddenly shifted from such affection to pure tension, triggering your anxiety. You chuckled nervously.

"W-What's going on? Did I do something?" You question nervously.

"No, of course not. It's just, well, we had an idea and we wanted to know your thoughts about it," Suguru interfered.

"Uhm, alright. Let's hear it."

The two other males looked to your boyfriend, indicating him to share it with you.

"Okay, well, baby. We have wanted to ask if you wanted to make a few additions to our relationship," Sukuna shared.

"I...don't follow."

"We want to know your opinion of various partners," Suguru deciphered.

"At different times or...?" You question, clueless.

Satoru grumbles in annoyance seeing this conversation going nowhere.

"We wanted to ask if you'd like Suguru and I to be your partners along with Ryomen-chan," Satoru blurts out.

Taken aback by the male's blatant words, you remained speechless as your brain no longer could function at that very moment. The three grew worried as the mature two of the three glared at the big-mouth of the group.

"What? She wasn't getting the hint," Satoru defended.

"Wait, all three of you agreed to this?" You asked.

They simultaneously nodded in unison, including Sukuna.

"Even you, Ryo-kun?"

"The thing is well, the guys have taken a great liking to you and well, you have grown to be quite confiding around them. I mean, you're literally sitting there with only a bra and shorts and you're thinking nothing of it."

That is true. You honestly could've cared less about the amount of skin you show when around any of the three males, which differentiates from other situations considering you're much more modest in your clothing when in public, no matter if it was a male and/or female setting.

"We all talked about it. Though we don't feel anything romantic within each other, we all agreed that we all wanted to be your partners."

"B-But, why me?"

"To help provide you with everything you could possibly need," Suguru answered.

"To give you all the affection that you deserve after the life of hell you've went through," Satoru added.

"To prevent scenarios similar to today's from happening," Sukuna finished.

Your lover held your hands in his much bigger ones, staring deeply into your alluring eyes.

"But, we weren't planning on moving forward with the agreement unless we had your consent. So, be honest with us. We won't be hurt or upset if you decline."

"Actually, we would feel hur-- Ow!" The white hair interrupted.

"Satoru," Suguru hissed.

The scolded male pouted and whined once more as you began to consider your options. Seeing the anticipation in their eyes and considering your own feelings, you took a minute to truly analyze the situation.

Waiting for your answer almost an eternity later, only built up more and more suspense. With each passing moment, the three males began to regret even asking such a question from you.

Finally, you've come to a conclusion.

"Alright. I'll do it. I may not know how to do the whole "multiple-partners" thing, but I do know that I enjoy being around all of you and I've always felt the safest with either of you or all three. So, we'll see how this turns out."

Hearing your answer, Satoru immediately stood up carrying you up into the air as if you were as light as a feather.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm finally Y/N-chan's boyfriend!" He celebrated.

You flinched and yelped in pain, due to the aggressive affection on your raw injuries.

"C-Careful, senpai!"

"Satoru, you're hurting her," Suguru scolded.

Once noticing the discomfort, Satoru immediately brought his inconsiderate action to a halt.

"Oops. My bad," he chuckles nervously.

He gently sat you back next to your original lover while Suguru stood up approaching you, kneeling in front of you holding your hand in his.

"Thank you, Y/N-san, for allowing us a chance to be your partners. I promise you won't regret it."

He kisses the back of your hand, similarly as you would a princess. A dark shade of red colored your entire face as the sensation increased your skipping heartbeat in an instant. The male shared one last glance with a grin until retreating back to his original seat. However, one pink-haired male became pouty from the lack of attention.

"Bubba," he whined. "What about me?"

You laugh at his silly antic.

"What about you? You're still mine, regardless. Don't worry."

You peck his pouty lip, resulting into a beautiful smile on his face.

Looking around, everyone seemed happy and quite content with the atmosphere at that moment. You knew there was going to be all of work and hassle along the way, but you knew, that as long as you were able to stay with these guys, you'd be able to manage.

"Don't worry, bubs. We belong to no one, but you," Sukuna reassures followed by a kiss.

"Only You."

~~~~~~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed!

Good night, my loves ❤

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spoops-screams · 2 years

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Character(s): Muriel, Lucio

TW: Self doubt (?)

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Short (like 4'11 or sm) mc bc it's really not that hard to be shorter than these two ;-; || I am going to kill someone if I'm stupid enough to delete my post again I swear- I spent only like 10 minutes on the other one but still, it was good 😭😭

Muriel

You think he was scared of accidentally hurting you before? Now he's down right terrified

There's an almost two foot difference between the two of you and it's so painfully obvious to him which he would find adorable if not for the fact that it was mortifying for someone like him who hated the very thought of hurting someone accidentally it without reason

He's aware of his own size and his own strength so he feels as though he might accidentally injure you without meaning to since he's both large and has more strength than he already looks to have which makes being around you down right terrifying to him

He doesn't want to exist too close to you because he feels as though any wrong move and he'll swat you like a fly so just about everyone can see how he's basically walking on eggshells and treats you like you're a fragile piece of glass

Once he realises that he won't accidentally squish you like a bug, he actually finds it really adorable

Absolutely had a heart attack whenever Inanna goes and smothers you but even he can't resist seeing you and the wolf cuddled up with each other what with you being practically hidden amongst the wolf's fur and size but he does make sure that they don't out too much pressure on you

He's just worried about you, please help him

Lucio

Oh you poor soul, he is not going to let you live it down

He absolutely will exaggerate the differences in your height to get in your nerves, that's guaranteed, as if you're both children, he actually finds the difference between your height and his hilarious

"You're practically only half my height."

Throw the whole man in the bin, he's so cocky about it

Initially he only sees it as another way to exert his status and power over you, practically towering over you with you not even being able to reach his shoulders which he no doubt uses to intimidate respect for him into you, magician or not, thanks to his ego and pride

He does come to very much like your height later along the line

With his height in comparison to yours, he finds it so easy to protect you and hide you, he actually starts finding it endearing

He's still absolutely insufferable though

Do expect him to use your head as an arm rest, that's just how this man is, but he's the only one that's allowed to bully you (affectionately) about your height

He will definitely join a Melchior and Mercedes in a cuddle pile if he ever manages to find you

In that moment, your height is the biggest disadvantage, the three of them are massive and you absolutely will not move, completely hidden from everyone

Tags: @rurifangirl bc I feel rly bad for deleting the other headcanon before you could even see it 😭😭 I WILL DO SOMETHING TO FIX THAT THOUGH!

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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restart | four

[ SEQUEL TO PERFECTLY WRONG ] | [ series masterlist ]

summary: as you and taehyung start to build your life together post graduation, things become more complicated than what you expected it to be. while taehyung struggles with his inner demons, you’ve become the sole supporter, the pillar, juggling different jobs to keep you two afloat. your love for each other has been put to the test as your relationship continues to face hurdles - hurdles that have you questioning whether or not your relationship will make it through.

pairing: reader x fiancé!kth

genre: post grad au, established relationship au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 4.8k

warnings: cussing/mature language, jealousy, lots of insecurities and overthinking, angst, crying, bar scene, alcohol consumption, flashback scene in the middle of the chapter, a lil sprinkle of fluff, implied sexual content, bickering/arguments

note: honestly, this was ALSO not supposed to get this long but like… 🙃 here we are lol

tags: @enchantaeduniverse @thedarkwinterrose @sapphirejeon @jwlmnbt @bluesharksandfish @ra-mun-e @brightcolorsoffendme @jungcrookthecookbook @sunniejinnie (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"Okay, I think that's it." You said, hands on your hips as you and Jungkook walked through your door for the final time.

"What are you selling, the world?" He huffs and puffs.

"For someone who works out often, you complain a lot." He rolls his eyes playfully.

"Where's Tae?"

"Sleeping still." He nods.

"Oh, okay. Ready to go then?" You nodded silently as you grabbed your bag to hitch a ride to the café with Jungkook since he was working today. He starts to talk about the girl who works with you two and how he thinks she's a little cutiepie. He has such a silly crush on her that his cheeks are lightly rose tinted every time he talks about certain encounters they've had. You're happy to see him happy, and you tell him to keep pursuing it since she's a super sweet girl. However, part of you is sad solely because you couldn't say you were 100% happy at this moment. You wish you were, but these problems were hindering you from feeling complete. You just wanted to get past this page in the book.

As soon as you both get to the cafe, you start unloading his trunk and getting everything inside. Jungkook claims he has the last two bags covered, so you walk to the back and take breather just to gather yourself before setting up. But you truly didn't expect to lose it right then and there.

"Okay! I got all the— Y/N?" Jungkook instantly worries when he sees you crying into your hands in the backroom and hurries over to you. "Hey, woah. What's going on?" He gets in front of you, gently trying to pry your hands off of your face.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." You continue to cry as he successfully removes your hands from your face.

"Sorry for what? What's going on?" He wipes your tears with his sweater and lifts your chin to look at you in the eye.

"Nothing."

"The day barely started and you're already crying in the backroom." He says softly. "Don't try and lie to me."

"I just don't know what's going on between me and Tae and it's stressing me out."

"What's going on? Same stuff?" You nod, tears still streaming down your cheeks. You tell him about how he had been super weird about taking Jimin's help and how you both got into a huge argument about it. Then, you told him how last night ended [sparing your poor bestfriend the details] and how you couldn't help but feel used because he simply dismissed you, which is very unlike Taehyung when it comes to arguments and disagreements. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I know he's going through a rough time, but Tae also needs to respect you and look at you as his partner, not someone who's also attacking him or against him. Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No." Simply, no. Because you never get your friends involved like that. You just don't, no matter how much they wanna help. "He looks at me like I am, especially after this whole Jimin thing. I don't wanna say it's stupid because I don't wanna discredit his feelings, but god. Like, should I just do this on my own? Tell Jimin to forget it?"

"No." Jungkook shakes his head. "You're already getting a good start on your goals, Y/N. Don't let that go because of everything going on. Give him some time and space."

"I have been. For awhile now." You sat, feeling completely defeated already, tears still coming down your cheeks.

"Here, I'll go set up and I can take over the table for a bit. I'll ask Isabella if she can cover for a quick second." He stands in front of you, hands out to help support you as if you had lost your footing.

"No, I'll be fine—"

"Y/N, just sit. Okay?" He gives off a small sigh. "Just sit for a second and let yourself take a breather." He gently sits you down and makes sure you don't get up by slowly backing away from you.

"Kook, this isn't Marco Polo."

"I'm just trying to make sure you don't run off because you're stubborn!"

"Hey!" Isabella comes running in, a little confused as to what's happening.

"Hey, can you cover me at the front for a bit?" Jungkook stands back upright in a normal position to ask her sweetly, hands tucked behind his back as he bounced on his feet. This boy.

"Yeah, of course Jungkook." She blushes.

"Thanks. I'll be right back." He gives you a quick look before dashing off. You lay your head onto your arms as they rest on the table, a small headache forming at the center of your forehead.

"You okay, Y/N?" Isabella asks softly as she puts her things away.

"Yeah, sorry. Just a really weird day yesterday."

"I'm sorry." You feel her hand caress your back. "Let me know if you need anything, okay?" She says before shuffling herself out of the room. To be honest, you had no idea what was going on with you, and why you were feeling this way. You were just so sick and tired. Sick and tired of being sick and tired.

This was slowly taking a toll on you, and you weren't even sure if Taehyung realized what he was doing was hurting you in the process.

He can't say he does.

Tae set the weights down back onto the rack aggressively before sitting on the bench, watching Jimin finish his set. They had been working out after lunch, Jimin calling him shortly after Taehyung had fully woken up.

"Are you gonna go to the café after this?" Tae shrugged.

"I don't know, Y/N said she didn't need help and wouldn't be there all day."

"You won't even visit for a bit?" Jimin asks. Usually Tae was rushing to get back to you, but he knew everything that had been going on had been affecting your relationship to an extent.

"We'll see."

"You two coming to the bars tonight then?"

"What are we celebrating again?"

"Nothing. Just getting together like old times. I told Kook, Hobi and Yoongi. They're down." Tae nodded.

"Joon, too?"

"Joon, too."

"Me and Y/N will probably go but I don't think we'll stay long. She has to do that thing at the school—" He scratched his head. "The thing— the exhibit and talking to incoming art students or whatever." Jimin chuckled at how Tae couldn't get his words out.

"It's not whatever."

"You know that's not what I mean." Tae rolled his eyes at him, annoyed all over again at how Jimin had been kissing your ass lately. Cause fuck, the way Jimin had been painting himself as a knight in shining armor, an angel even, was pissing him the fuck off. It made him feel like he wasn't doing enough to support you, or like you couldn't turn to him for help. He hated that feeling, even though he had been rude as hell and showing it in a different way.

"That's fine. Just come out and hang out for a bit." Jimin sighed as he sat on the bench next to him, drinking some water before placing the bottle back down on the ground. "You two doing okay?"

"Yeah, what makes you think we aren't?" Tae asks, getting defensive. Jimin quickly eyes him, reading his body language. He knew Taehyung so well - so fucking well that he knew almost immediately when things were taking a toll on him. Things liiiike.. his parents. As a prime example. Jimin knew Taehyung and his parents obviously didn't have the best relationship, and he knew he took things to heart whenever his father got on him about stupid shit [just like he did over that dinner]. Taehyung wasn't one to show emotion much; he liked showing people he was mentally tough and that he could handle whatever came his way. For the most part, it was true. But, Jimin and Namjoon also knew he wasn't always like that, especially when it came to things that mattered the most to him - his family and you. Taehyung hated to admit it but his family's opinion of him was important no matter what. He was hard on himself because he wanted them to be proud. He wanted to actually feel like he had been doing something good for once. He was still longing for that feeling no matter what he said or did. It was a never-ending battle; like a plot with no happy ending in sight.

"I'm just asking." Jimin threw up his hands, showing that he wasn't suggesting anything behind the harmless question.

"We're fine. I know she's been stressed lately because of work and her art."

"Mmm."

"It's funny." Taehyung chuckles at himself.

"What's funny?" Jimin laughed a bit, confused.

"I didn't expect to be caught up in her like this. After Hana, messing around with all these girls. She's my fucking fiancé."

"Yeah and you better not fuck that up." Jimin stands to gather his things.

"You sound like my dad." Tae jokes, even though he was pretty offended.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to." Jimin instantly apologizes, knowing everyone had been walking on eggshells around Taehyung lately. "She's a good girl, you've got it good."

Taehyung softly smiles at the thought of you, but he wasn't gonna lie, he was hurt by Jimin's statement. Call him sensitive or whatever, but he wasn't feeling the fact that people were constantly looking at him as a fuck up and hinting at it. It seemed to be a reoccurring theme lately. "You ready?" Tae sighs before grabbing his stuff. They get into his car, departing from the gym to make their way to Jimin's so he can get dropped off before Tae heads home. Taehyung replays yesterday's events in his head, which instantly irks him all over again. But, he has such a soft spot for you that he feels terrible for having been too harsh about it. He was still upset, and he wasn't gonna let up on his feelings. But he knew he should have been better about how he approached it. He knew better than that. He's learned to do better.

➤ FLASHBACK

Taehyung excitedly parks his car at the café to surprise you for your pop up today. He had been working endlessly to finish off finals strongly, and he had been so busy that he hadn't really gotten a chance to help you or support you. He felt terrible about it because you were his babygirl and he wanted nothing but to spoil you for all the hardwork you've been putting in.

He creeps up behind you, bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back. "Excuse me, miss." He says lowly near your ear.

"Holy fuck!" You say as he startles you. "Babe, what the hell! Don't do that!" He laughs.

"What's cookin', goodlookin'?" He wiggles his eyebrows, making you chuckle. "These are for you." He smiles toothlessly as he hands you the pretty bouquet. "And your favorite!" He hands you a Mcflurry cup.

You squeal. "Oreo Mcflurry! Aw, thank you baby." You place a quick kiss on his lips. "But don't ever scare me like that!" You playfully hit his chest, causing him to erupt in laughter.

"You should've seen your face."

"Ha-ha, very funny." You rolled your eyes, causing him to pinch your cheeks.

"How's it going?"

"Welp, I'm almost out for the day." You giggle. "I, uh, may have underestimated." You look down at his hoodie, realizing it was one of the hoodies you had made for a previous collection you sold at Jin's. "Waaaow, cute sweater, who made it?"

"Mm, I don't know if you know her. Her name's Y/N."

"Uh huh?" You nod, hand on your hip, waiting to hear more.

"She stands about this tall." He lowers himself close to the ground, causing you to laugh. "Cute, right? She's beautiful, incredibly smart and sexy. Brilliant visual designer and illustrator. Packed with hella attitude." He pretends to ponder on his thoughts. "I could go on about her, really. She's one of a kind."

"Cute. She must feel lucky." You smile.

"I know, I'd feel lucky if I knew me too." You roll your eyes and playfully hit him. "Ah, I'm kidding." He pulls you into a hug. "I keep this sweater in my trunk."

"Oh, so you keep it in your trunk just for emergency wear?" You sarcastically ask as he holds you from behind.

"Yeah, and cause it's the only sweater I'd choose to wear out of the hundreds I own." You smile up at him. "Mhm, not gonna try and win that one." He places a big, sloppy kiss on your cheek before pulling away. "Show me. How can I help my pretty baby today?"

➤ END FLASHBACK

"Hey, I can't stay out late tonight because of the event tomorrow."

"Yeah, I know." Taehyung says softly.

"Please don't drink too much."

"I wooooooon't." He whines with a small sigh, also slightly offended at that statement. He didn't know what it was, maybe it was the fact that his own father painted him in such a negative light that everything seemed off to him lately. Like people were just out to get him or constantly looking down at him and his actions. A personal attack at who he was. It was slowly piling up for him and he wasn't sure how much more of it he could take.

You prepared a quick dinner while he hopped in the shower. You set his plate aside before taking a look at the mail that had come in today.

Bills, bills and more bills.

You sighed to yourself as it felt like you had just paid things off, but clearly not. Moving into Taehyung's wasn't the greatest idea, being that his space was much more expensive than yours. But, he did have the space you needed for your work. There was money left, but you knew it wouldn't last forever. You hated tapping into your savings and whipping out your credit cards because you wanted to keep yourself clean as much as possible. However, that was proven difficult as of late. It was a sacrifice, especially since Taehyung had cut off his mother's help. Taehyung's pride was such a curse sometimes.

You shook your head, already finalizing the fact that you would deal with it later. You had began to set your things aside for the new student event tomorrow morning. You figured you'd get there early to set up and make your table at neat and cute, so you didnt have to worry much about it right now.

Taehyung comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, hair slicked back and wet. You turn to face him, your eyes wandering down to his chest and bottom area. God, why was he so beautiful? It wasn't fair. You loved him so much that you could crumble even being upset. He talks a whole lot about you being the death of him, when really, this man is going to be the death of you. Truly. There's no debate about it.

Getting to the bar, you both immediately spot your friends in the corner, a huge tower of beer decorating the center of the table. Jimin is the first to stand, coming towards you two with a huge smile on his face.

"Friends!" Jimin yells. "Drink!" He says, holding up two shot glasses.

"Fuck, man." Taehyung says taking the glass. "We just got here."

"So! Y/N needs to be home early remember?" He watches wide-eyed as you two take the shot and make sour faces at each other.

"Okay, I'm good." You say, being that you were the DD tonight. Taehyung could enjoy himself if he wanted to [to an extent], but you definitely needed to be in tip top shape to be a good role model to those incoming art students tomorrow.

Throughout the night, the bar starts to get packed from end to end, you and your friends staying at the table and keeping to yourselves. You could tell Taehyung was crossing the line of pretty fucking drunk, which somewhat bothered you. You literally just told him to take it easy tonight - just for one night - so you could do what you need to do tomorrow.

"Hey." Jimin comes next to you, swinging his arm over your shoulder like he always does. "One more shot?" You give him a toothless smile. Ugh, why the hell not? Your man was drunk, and Jimin had only been helpful lately. You could at least return the favor by taking a shot with him.

"What are we drinking to?"

"You." He smiles. "Your shop. Your art. It'll only go up from here, yeah?" He rose his shot glass up before clinking it against yours and taking it to the neck.

"Mkay, that does it for me." You chuckle. "Thanks for the shot."

"No problem. You doing okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." You looked at your watch. "Should probably get out of here soon, but Tae looks like he's enjoying himself. I don't wanna drag him out of here."

"We can just bring him home." You shake your head worriedly.

"I don't wanna leave without him." Jimin chuckles and looks over at Taehyung.

"He'll be okay and you'll be just fine tomorrow. Besides, you can make up all the bullshit in the world to tell the incoming students, they'll believe it either way."

"That's mean." You chuckle.

"Come. Let's dance!" Jimin says, leading the way to the empty space near the table. Everyone gets up to dance, Taehyung slipping himself behind you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

"Can I at least get one minute with my lady without Jimin interrupting?" He says in your ear.

"Taehyung." You flatly say, looking back at him.

"That's your mad face." He holds you tightly from behind as he sways you from side to side.

"I'm not mad."

"Mhm." He kisses the back of your head. "Why don't you have fun with me for a little? We'll go home after this." You couldn't even stay mad at him, with that fucking frustratingly handsome face of his. He was definitely drunk though, you could smell the whiskey lingering on his breath as he danced with you for a bit. You let him be, just so you wouldn't trigger anything within drunk Taehyung. Everyone around you was having a good time, the feeling of nostalgia hitting you pretty hard. You missed the days where you could get together and go to parties after a long week of school. Or, when you would tease the fuck out of Taehyung as his fuckbuddy during parties, or at the clubs. You know, before graduation and responsibilities happened.

But as one hour turned into two, and two turned into three, you found yourself getting restless. It was nearing 2AM and you had to be at the school by 8am - even earlier just to set your table up. You made your way to the bathroom, hoping Tae would get the point and start getting himself ready to leave.

Right.

Once you were out the bathroom, he'd realize you had been gone for a little and start saying his goodbye's. He'd realize time got to the best of him. Right?

"It's a fucking good time tonight!" Jimin tells Namjoon, laughing with him as he watches Joon act a fool with his dance moves.

"I'm sure it is, since you've been in Y/N's space the entire night." Taehyung says it jokingly, but he doesn't realize it only comes off that way in his head. Jimin furrows his brows at him, his high quickly dying with Taehyung's unnecessary comment.

"Don't start with all that. Not tonight. Everyone's having a good time--"

"Or what, Jimin?" Taehyung chuckles like the petty ass he can be. "You know it's true. Don't you think it's a little disrespectful to be crossing boundaries?"

"Hey, let's step back for a bit." Jungkook lightly tugs on Taehyung's arm as he hears the conversation going south quickly. But Taehyung breaks from his grip, stepping forward towards Jimin.

"You really think I would do that to you?"

"Haven't you already? Swinging your arms around her and shit, being all angelic--"

"Tae, come on. That's enough. Don't." Namjoon steps in the middle. "Let's go outside to get some air."

"You really wanna make me look that bad in front of my own girl?" Jimin lightly pushes him away, Taehyung getting too into his space.

"Enough." Namjoon shakes his head, aggressively stepping in the way to create distance. Taehyung shakes his head and walks off, the rest of the group watching as he walks. You finish off in the bathroom, assuming Tae was already getting ready to go. However, you realize your assumption of leaving by the time you're back is absolutely incorrect because when you get to the table, Taehyung is nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Tae?" Kook looks at you frazzled, before his eyes begin to pan the room again.

"Look, don't freak out, but him and Jimin just got into it and he walked off."

"What the hell do you mean they got into it and he walked off?"

"It's nothing, Tae is just drunk—" Kook squeezes your wrist and shakes his head.

"No, it's not just nothing because you and I both know how he's been feeling lately." You run your hand through your hair. "What did he say?"

"He just got into it about Jimin getting close to you lately, and how he felt like he was disrespecting boundaries." You sigh heavily.

"Fuck."

"We have an issue." Namjoon comes back from out of the blue. "He's not around."

"What do you mean?! Where did he go?" You run your hand through your hair.

"Okay, let's not panic." Jungkook tries to relax you. "Let me go check the bathrooms." Namjoon nods as he continues to look around the room.

"Please? We should get home." He nods to you before he's off to check for Tae in the bathroom. You stand near the table awkwardly, worry filling you quickly the more time passes.

"Hey, you okay? What can I do?" Hobi squeezes your arm, his face flushed with a red tint from how tipsy he is. You give him a small, reassuring smile and nod to try and keep calm.

"I honestly don't know anymore, but I'll be good. I think. We're just gonna look for him and head home."

"Is Kookie looking in the bathroom?" You nod. At this point, you catch a glimpse of Jungkook coming back alone.

"Jungkook?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find him in there. I swear I tried."

"So, where the hell is he?" Jungkook shrugs.

"Lets check around again. I won't leave until we find him."

"Have you tried to call him?" You had already beaten Yoongi's question, calling Taehyung's phone only to see his phone vibrating and ringing on the fucking table. "Hm, okay. Maybe not."

"Fuck." You snatch Taehyung's phone from the table. "Is he serious right now? It's about to be 2:30AM. How the fuck can he get lost at this time?"

"Y/N just go home, we'll find him and bring him home." Jimin says, coming back from roaming around the place.

"No, I'm not leaving here without him."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." He says, looking at you in the eye. Although he was pretty fucking pissed, he couldn't help but worry about him either. No matter what, that was still his bestfriend. He didn't want anything to happen to him.

"It's not your fault."

"We need to check around the neighborhood." Jungkook suddenly comes back and grabs your arm. You follow him, Yoongi, Hobi, Namjoon and Jimin outside of the bar, the cold hitting your skin harshly.

"Let's split." Namjoon says. Jimin and Hobi split, Namjoon and Yoongi sticking together to go down a different path. You kept yourself close to Jungkook, knowing there were all sorts of drunk ass men out at this hour and you weren't helping wearing a tiny ass skirt and a deep cut shirt.

"Cutiepie, let me come holla!" A dude yells as he tries to swing his arm around your waist. Jungkook easily pushes him off, glaring at him.

"Back the fuck up." He spits out, your bestfriend coming to your rescue amongst the sea of men you're encountering on the sidewalk right now. He throws his jacket over your shoulders, hoping to shield you from them and the cold. "Your outfit." Jungkook frowns, a little worried.

"I mean, I didn't expect to lose Tae tonight." Once you had gotten to a quieter part of the street, you come from behind to walk beside him. "Where the hell could he have gone?" You whine. You're more worried for his safety and wellbeing right now more than anything and all you wanted to do was find him and bring him home, even though you were slightly worrying about yourself and how things would go tomorrow. You could give him an earful later. It could wait.

"He couldn't have gone far." You both continue down the street, heading towards your car, hoping he may be around the area. Jimin calls to check in, saying him and Hobi hadn't caught sight of him yet, and the same thing goes for Yoongi and Joon. You almost want to cry when you don't see Taehyung near your car, but Jungkook ends up walking further down towards the park near your parking spot. "Y/N! Here!" He calls out, running towards an individual slumped over on their knees on a bench. "Taehyungie?" Jungkook sits next to him and shakes him a bit.

"Shit dude, I just kept walking then I suddenly had no idea where I was at." He drunkily says as you sit next to him and sigh heavily.

"No one said you had to do that, Tae."

"I just needed some air."

"Yeah and look where that got you, it's close to 3AM." You respond, irritated.

"Y/N." Jungkook says softly, shaking his head at you as if he were signaling for you to quit with your attitude. "Let's go back to the car." Jungkook watches him stand up and wobble a bit, but eases up when he realizes Taehyung is capable of walking himself to the car. You three get back safely, letting the others know that you had found him before driving Jungkook back towards the club so he can meet with everyone else. You quickly thank him for his support before driving off to head home.

The car is incredibly cold, and silent.

"Love, I'm sorry. I just needed air and got lost." He breaks the silence.

"I see that." You say softly as you drive home, keeping your eyes glued to the road in front of you.

3:23AM.

"Please don't be mad." He gives your thigh gentle squeeze. "I just got a little into my head tonight." You sighed, gently removing his hand from your thigh.

"Taehyung, I'm your fiancé, I'm doing this with you and only you. Do you even understand how worried I was? You just walked off, without your phone. Without saying anything to me. Just cause you got in your head for no reason."

"I'm sorry." He repeats at a whisper. You don't say anything else for the rest of the drive home. You silently park the car and head to the apartment, Taehyung sluggishly following behind you. He knows you're bothered, knowing it's closing to 3:30AM and you had an early morning. Honestly, he didn't realize how drunk he was until he had gotten himself into that argument with Jimin then got lost, especially without his phone. The fact that he had made you worry and stress like that made him feel terrible, especially after these past few days. You could have easily left, but you didn't leave without him even if it was this late. He instantly just wanted to cuddle you and tell you how sorry he was.

You quietly get ready for bed and line your things up by the door, just so it would be an easy quick and grab as you head out in the morning. You slip yourself into the sheets, Taehyung following shortly after he gets himself ready for bed. He shuts off all the lights and grabs himself a water bottle to sit by his nightstand before slipping in next to you.

"I love you." He whispers against your ear, wrapping his arms around you. But you don't respond. He peeks over to see your eyes shut, silently sighing to himself as he nuzzled his head against the nape of your neck. He knows you aren't fast asleep yet, and it hurts him that you hadn't said it back. You both just knew exactly how to love each other well, but also push each other's buttons. But, maybe, it was true - he was just fucking up left and right lately. Enough for you to go to bed without saying 'I love you' back.

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'cause baby if i find a way, i'm sure of it, this love won't stray; just give me a chance to say i love you, and i need you. now are you here to stay, or fade away like every other day? you're the reason that i lie awake

track two: 3AM - finding hope

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