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Tutor: Aiden

Words: 5.1k+ Type: Smut (brief) & Angst Summary: When going to a party, you get to see someone you haven't seen in a while. Warnings: Fem!Reader. SMUT {very quick and brief; both of them are intoxicated; piv (no protection)} VIOLENCE (yes, the gif is a hint), MENTIONS OF BLOOD, DESCRIPTION OF FIGHTING, mentions of alcohol, mentions of exes and not-so-nice name-calling.

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Saying that you needed to come to this party is both a shock to your past self and the truest sentence you’ve ever said. Not that you’ve come to enjoy parties, far from it, but you do need to be in a place where everything is loud and chaotic enough to completely muffle your mind. You need noise and maybe a little alcohol.

You’ve been dealing with a ridiculous amount of work from school, Wheezie is beginning to fall back in her studies, and, the worst of all, the girls.

Whatever happened with them on Monday carried on for the whole rest of the week. The lack of conversation towards you whenever they’re all together and the looks you’ve noticed them give you while they talk between themselves during class. You have no idea what could be going on, and it is only leading you to overthink.

You’ve been thinking on a daily basis of the possibility of the girls knowing about Rafe, but, each time, your thoughts were calmed down with Kristy herself. She has been the one that talked the most with you these days, even though it’s a lot less than she used to. And she acts natural. As if nothing ever annoyed the girls or hurt them to the point of… doing this. Therefore, it only leaves you to think that you might have done something before Monday.

Was it because of Alex? Maybe they liked him a bit too much, and Kristy is the only one that accepts that you don’t think you could be anything with him. Maybe you said something bad? But when? You didn’t spend any more time with them which could’ve led to an argument. If anything, they were happier prior to the date because you were going on the damned date.

Thinking it could be you and Rafe is something that goes through your mind at the worst times, even when you’re with him. You’ve talked to him about it, but Rafe can’t help but feel a little helpless in all of this. He has never met your friends. All he knows about them is what you’ve told him, and that is nowhere near enough to make conclusions, only assumptions.

There was something he said that eased your mind, “Isn’t Kristy who dislikes me the most? Then wouldn’t she be the one acting like a bitch?” And it makes sense, even when you felt like the insult was unnecessary. If it had been about you two, Kristy would’ve probably never looked you in the eyes. Let alone still talked, smiled, or hugged you like before.

And the cure for all your stress, said Rafe, is partying and alcohol. There was a time this week when all your worries regarding the number of people at the party completely evaporated, and all you wanted was to hang out with more people and forget all about these girls. Even when it still hurt. So, you decided to go by his advice.

Once you stepped inside the warm house where the party is taking place, you were pulled into a hug by Patty right as your foot touched the hardwood flooring. You laughed with her as she squeezed you into her arms, while, at the same time, making sure to curse Rafe out for never taking you to more parties so that the two of you could hang out.

And, whether you like it or not, Patty did separate you from Rafe almost instantly. She wanted to get you a drink. So, as soon as your bodies were disconnected from the hug, her hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you into the direction of the sea of people who seemed to not have the courage to jump into the pool just yet.

It’s been maybe an hour since you got to this party, and you haven’t seen Rafe since you came in. It stays like that for, possibly, an hour, but, at some point, Patty decides to walk elsewhere which only leads you to go find Rafe.

When you find him, he’s by the sliding doors that lead to the outside, amongst other guys from his usual group, and when you stand near him, it only takes a slight look down at you for Rafe to welcome you by his side.

To no one’s surprise, the conversation you get to listen to is very much boring, so the music outside and watching the people jumping into the pool is much better for entertainment. People are more than drunk already, and they’re jumping from all sorts of places into the pool. Other people just dance by it, and others sit at the chairs, deep in conversation.

The breeze that hits you from the open door you’re looking out of is just chlorine and some miss of alcohol, not exactly the best of smells.

By the time you and Rafe are left alone and happen to have a conversation on the most random of topics, your eyes are going from his face to the outside, finding people extremely interesting. His friends have begun to go outside as well.

Your hands are resting on his torso. Whereas for his, they go from holding your waist, so that you can stand still and close to him, to sometimes squeezing it to get your attention.

“No, that is dumb.” You tell him with a big smile on your face when you see him smile just as much. “How do they get home if he does that?”

“Soaking wet, probably.” He tells you, “It happens more times than you think.”

“But why? Where’s the fun in pushing people in the pool?” You continue to discuss Topper’s favorite activity whenever he’s very drunk at a pool party.

“Want to find out?”

Rafe is already pulling you off of him so that you can start making your way outside, but he can’t even hold back his smile when your eyes widen at his statement and even more at his actions.

There is absolutely no way that he’s offering to bring you into the fun of coming up behind a random person and just pushing them into the pool. In drunk-Topper’s philosophy, why would anyone come to this party and not expect to go in the pool? But, thankfully, you do not share the same philosophy.

You pull at Rafe’s wrist to hold him back from continuing to tease you about the whole thing, and he does. But, now that you two stand outside, you can tell his next step from a mile away. It's all from the way Rafe's smile changes from a playful one to a malicious one.

It’s by record time that you let go of his wrist and take a step back to escape him. Your heart has begun to beat faster as you look at your boyfriend, the same one that just stands handsomely in front of you as if he isn’t threatening to get you soaked to the bone in cold water.

“No.” You say to him as a warning, and he takes a step closer to you.

You dumbly hold out your hand as if that can ever stop him from getting to you, and every time he takes a step closer to you, you take one back. You, thankfully, notice that you’re getting backed up into a corner before you don’t have enough space to escape.

Once escaping from being backed up into the sliding door, you look around for some sort of backup. Specifically, one shaped like Patricia herself, even if that means sacrificing her. She is nowhere to be seen.

That slight distraction makes Rafe get closer to you, and you let out a sound that resembles a giggle and a scream, but not quite when you feel his hand just graze you. The two of you laugh together as you take another step back and find the sound that came out of you extremely interesting.

“Don’t, please.” You try to plead your way out of this, but Rafe only seems more entertained once you do it.

“I’m not trying to do anything, you’re just running away for no reason.” Rafe tries to tell you as his smile continues to stretch and tries to grab you yet again.

“Rafe,” You start, but you are very much interrupted when he gets yet too close again.

Over the sound of your voice, not too far from you, comes a cheer of someone’s name. A name that is familiar to you. As you look up to see for a few seconds, you are solely focused on him. He’s wearing normal clothes, ones typical for a warmer night. His hair could be a little longer, but he looks the same since the last time you’ve seen him. Aiden looks the same since the night you broke up with him.

Before you know it, your back hits the side railing of the porch, and your attention is brought back to Rafe, who happily gets a hold of you, having no idea who stands behind him. Rafe’s hands hold you and pick you up, and the sudden panic of being thrown into the pool comes back.

You try to get away from him by moving around and pushing him away from you, but as you now try the technique of holding him closer so that he can’t throw you anywhere, you notice how much he’s smiling at all of this. The bastard.

“Please, don’t do it.” You say to him.

Rafe’s response is to turn around to go in the direction of the pool, and you swear that you had no control of your body when you let out a certain shriek of panic.

“What do I get in return?”

“A non-wet girlfriend.” You tell him, making him laugh in your face. “That’s not enough?”

His silence is enough of an answer.

You fake a shocked expression and a clear look of disbelief, and Rafe just takes a step closer to the crowd.

“I will pull you in with me.”

“I have your phone in my pocket.” He reminds you

“I don’t care.” You say seriously, but with a chuckle following your words right away, breaking your character.

As Rafe continues to walk towards the pool, you simply hold him tighter, and you’re not sure how many times you tell him ‘please’ and ‘don’t’ as he makes his way to it. You make purely fake promises of how you will do anything he wants if he just doesn’t do this, or how you will buy him whatever he needs, but those promises fall on deaf ears.

“I will hate you forever.” You try your last resource.

He doesn’t even flinch at the words. You have no idea how distant from the pool you are at this point, but you only hold onto him tighter. If he really wants to throw you in, he’ll have to jump in himself, you are not about to surrender.

Knowing exactly how you have no idea of your surroundings, Rafe simply pauses and pretends to let you fall. And that is probably the funniest thing he could’ve ever done, because you let out one of those screams again and, when noticing that you’re still in his arms, you begin to repeat your previous promises while kissing his cheek.

Rafe only lets this torture last for a few more seconds before he actually lets go, which only leads you to believe that you’re being dropped into the pool again. You granted him a great smack in the arm right as your feet touched perfectly solid ground.

As you scowled at him, obviously mad at what he did to you just now, Rafe only smiles, holding your face as you do a frown that he can’t take seriously ever. He kisses you a few times, and that is what makes Aiden stand up straighter.

Aiden hasn’t seen you in a while, nor did he wish to. The heartache you gave him had been enough for him to want to stay away from you for the rest of eternity. All the missed calls or ignored texts after you two had broken up. It all hurts like the ache of a scar formed from a deep wound. A pain that never leaves, it just changes.

It has been more than a year, and he hasn’t seen you. You’re still absolutely beautiful, and you haven’t changed much, except for the fact that you have started dating again, by the looks of it.

Aiden has tried to pull his eyes away from you more than once, but his curiosity happens to be his worst enemy. He wants to keep looking. He wants to see if you’ve changed in the slightest bit, and he might even want to see the face of the person you’ve begun dating. He has looked away everytime the guy turned around and showed his face. Aiden only wanted to see you.

“Who are you looking at?” His friend asks, noticing how he has spaced out for a minute or two.

Aiden watches as you pull away from the kiss and how the frown is gone from your face. Your eyes are glued to the guy you kissed. His hand is on your face, holding it in place, thumb on one cheek as the other fingers hold the other. Your boyfriend kisses your pouty lips before saying something, Aiden assumes, teasingly, which leads to you smacking his arm and making the guy laugh.

He can read your lips when you pull away from his hold on your face and say “I will throw you in” with a serious expression on your face. The guy says something, and Aiden watches while you pursue your lips and look away to not laugh.

When the guy turns around this time, Aiden doesn’t look away. Someone must have called your boyfriend to get his attention away from you because he had moved so quickly. But Aiden wasn’t exactly expecting to see Rafe. Nothing would've prepared Aiden to see him.

Rafe brings his attention back to you when answering whatever someone had just asked him, and you had just started taking steps away. You tell him something that Aiden doesn’t understand, and Rafe reacts instantly to your words. He moves over to you and throws you over his shoulder, making you almost squeal your words while laughing at the same time.

“Aiden!” Aiden’s other friend calls out, “Come get drinks with us.”

Didn’t even need to tell him twice.

(...)

You’ve had a lot more to drink than you first planned to. You haven’t become completely out of control, but you are very much tipsy. You will trip if you walk by yourself for too long, and you will laugh at everything someone will tell you. With that, Rafe decided not too long ago that it was a better idea to have you seated somewhere and not having you walk around a pool.

As the night grew colder, everyone began to slowly go into the house and continue to party inside as well. Rafe has been sitting next to you on the couch ever since then, in a conversation with his friends.

Your legs are over his lap, and his hand has been smoothing over your skin and playing with the ends of your dress. And because of that, his attention is faulty. He is nowhere near sober either. Whenever your friends got distracted, the two of you shared kisses, and that led to a lot more. Which doesn’t surprise you.

You don’t blame yourself for what happened. Rafe had been laying distracting kisses over your shoulder and neck, and they were always so soft and slow. It got your attention. And it only took one more of your kisses for Rafe to pull himself up from the couch and take you with him.

You giggled your way through the empty hallways while the music continued to bounce off the walls. You found it funny to jump around, but also to have Rafe practically dragging you through the house, all while you can just hug his neck and rest your face on his chest.

One thing led to another, and you were in a bathroom on the other side of the house. The music was distant, but you could still feel its vibration on the door behind you. Your lips haven’t exactly disconnected from Rafe’s since you came in, and due to the presence of the music, your drunk mind found it more than okay for you to relax and not be as silent as always. Rafe was more than okay with that decision throughout the whole thing.

Rafe picked you up and trapped you between the door and him with your legs by his hips. His hands were lost underneath your dress, while yours eventually began to pull his shirt upwards so he could take it off. Once it hits the ground, the two of you were back to kissing like nothing had ever separated you.

You lose track of what Rafe does with all the stimulation of his hands on you and your foggy mind, and he holds you tighter to him when you moan against his lips, and he lets out a grunt against yours. You separate from the kiss as, for you, the pleasure has magically begun to burn at the bottom of your stomach.

Rafe watches you lean your head on the door as try to adjust to the position and to him, who has just slid inside you. And in seconds you were back to it. Rafe chuckles when you kiss him and lays his hand on the cold wood beside you. His other hand grips your thigh, holding you in place, and your hand grips his forearm.

Your moans start with his movements, feeling more sensitive than ever before, and that only seems to motivate Rafe. He separates his lips from yours and begins a trail of kisses down your neck. You hold onto his shoulders tightly and seem to lose complete control of what you say or do. One of your hands holds onto the back of his head, pulling at the strands of his hair.

The sudden pull makes Rafe’s hand drag soundly through the door to detach you from the door and hold you in his arms. Your eyes are closed when he moves, and you hiss at the cold of the counter. The discomfort only lasts seconds since pleasure completely substitutes it.

As Rafe thrust into you, some of the things that were once neatly on top of the counter fall on themselves or onto the ground. You leaned back on the stone counter, finding the cold on your burning skin awfully satisfying. Rafe’s eyes left your face, eyeing down at the two of you, where you connect, letting the fact of what the two of you are doing at a party rest on his mind. Your underwear had been pushed to the side, and he hadn’t even pulled his shorts completely down. Your dress was simply held up by your waist, and your skin has begun to glisten as he keeps on going. Sliding his cock in and out of you as you moan at every movement.

Your sounds aren’t too loud, but Rafe knows that people could hear it if they ever walked close enough to the door. He isn’t even sure if he locked it when he came in with you. Your eyes stay on him half closed as you bite in your lips to be quieter, and Rafe brings his hand down to your clit, leaving you in a complete puddle, and lose all control of the noise you make.

Rafe knows he says things to you throughout the whole thing, but he isn’t sure what exactly. And the same goes for you. Whatever it was, both of you responded to it, to each other. Even when you aren’t quite sure how because you cannot even bring yourself to think.

When it ends, Rafe does pull you closer and puts his hand over your mouth, muffling your moans. And as you two are left with ringing ears, heavy breathing, and with eyes half-closed, you can only kiss again and again. Completely drunk out of each other.

Your hands are lost in the strands of his hair, and Rafe’s holding you closer and closer to him. It takes you a good few minutes to walk out of the bathroom like nothing had happened, and, once you do it, you notice how no one noticed you were even gone.

(...)

Time went by and the alcohol eventually deemed its effects on you, which could only mean that it was time to go home. You weren’t alone on this. Patricia had very much fallen asleep on the couch in an awkward position, and you knew that taking her home would be better. Yet, for the minutes that you watched her asleep, you silently wished that were you.

It took you yawning mid-sentence in a conversation with Rafe about 5 times before he decided that the two of you were done for the night. Topper did the waking up of Patricia and helped her with grabbing her things while some of the guys helped with other things.

You leaned on Rafe as if he was a wall as they did it. Patricia, half-asleep and drunk, eventually got to you and began to tell you with slurred words how tired she felt, which made you agree with her with a nod.

“Are- are you going home?” Patricia asks you before hiccuping, “Like, really home? Or Rafe’s?”

Before you can answer, she continues with a gasp. “You could spend the night in mine.”

“I’m going home.” You tell her, blinking slowly.

She sassily side glances at you and then at Rafe as well, who isn’t even paying attention to her, but to Topper, who is drunkenly looking for one of his friend’s shoes under the couch.

Patricia, forgetting her hate towards you, grabs your hands and holds them as she swings your arms to the beat of the loud music. You smile at her and swing them with hers. Patty dances a little, as many moves as her tired and drunk body could pull off.

The two of you giggle after a few of her dance moves, and then you stop abruptly. A girl has just collided her shoulder with yours, hard, and it catches you off guard more than anything.

Due to that, Patricia loses her smile and faces the person right away. As you go to look at them and say the usual ‘it’s okay’, you see a girl. But a girl you’re sure you know from somewhere, which only makes you pause and reflect on who it could be.

“I’m sorry.” She tells you with a big drunken smile.

“You better be,” Patricia says before you can say anything back. You send her a glare as a warning.

“It’s okay.” You tell the girl, looking away to look at Patty again.

The girl doesn’t seem to walk away right away, and you feel Rafe lay his hand on your, still a little sore, shoulder. He smooths the skin, and right when you go to hold Patricia’s hand again, Rafe’s chest vibrates as he speaks.

“Got a problem?”

You eye him confused, but he isn’t talking to you. You look in the opposite direction, and your hands stop playing with Patricia’s, much to her confusion. Aiden stands beside you, eyeing you both, and then Rafe. And it suddenly clicks, that same girl had been Aiden’s friend when the two of you dated, and seemingly still is.

He eyes Rafe weirdly and then looks back at you.

“No problem, bro. Just wanted to say hi to an old friend,” He says while looking you in the eyes. “Hope you still remember me.”

You open your mouth to answer, but it is not needed. Aiden stretches his hand toward Rafe to introduce himself, “I’m Aiden.”

It doesn’t take long for Rafe to remember the day you said that same name, and because of it, Aiden’s hand stays untouched. Rafe continues to look down at him and bites his own tongue.

Aiden lets his hand awkwardly fall and offers Rafe a fake grin, which only grants him one back.

“Doesn’t look like she remembers you.” Rafe says, reinforcing his fake grin, “Keep it moving.”

“Oh, come on.” Aiden looks back at you. “You remember me, right, Y/N?”

Patricia lets go of your hands and holds your wrist instead. You don’t really understand her actions, and continue to only stare at Aiden in shock. You have absolutely no words to say to him.

“No?” Aiden asks you while spontaneously leaning closer to you so you could hear him better over the music, which only made you take that space back by leaning closer to Rafe.

Aiden looks at the two of you and doesn’t appear to get the hint.

“Are you two dating?” He asks, a smile appearing on his face as if he found his own words humorous.

“Yes.” You break your silence.

“That is so interesting.” He says to you, “I would never see someone like you with someone like him…” His eyes lift to Rafe, “No offense to you, bro. You just, you know, are very different from her type.”

His eyes do not leave you after he says that. His words make the air thicker. He fortifies the idea that he knows you and that he has known you for a while. He has a past with you.

“You must remember me. We used to have so much fun together.” You shake your head right away.

“Just leave, Aiden.” You tell him, growing tired of his pushing.

“Why?” He chuckles, “Because your big boyfriend is going to hit me?”

That confuses you and only leads you to notice how Rafe has, indeed, gone silent and instantly tense. You don’t look at Rafe to not give Aiden any satisfaction, and simply repeat your words.

“I’m serious.” You tell him. “Leave.”

He stays quiet and then takes a step back. Your lungs fill with air as a sign of relief, even when you know it won’t last for too long. Aiden stands before you still, and his eyes move all over your face, examining you. And then his eyes go down, down and down, and suddenly up. Disgust is the first thing that hits you, but you don’t let it show.

“Hopefully she won’t get as tired of you as she got of me,” He looks at Rafe. “You know how they are. Girls like her…” And then back at you. “Always looking for other guys to satisfy them, no matter who they hurt in the process. When the reality is that they will never be satisfied... Not whores like her.”

As he says it, Patricia moves quicker than you. She pulls at your wrist and away from Rafe, who simply moves forward, grabs Aiden, and slams his fist onto his face.

The music around you muffles, and everything slows down. Aiden loses balance after the impact and struggles to strike Rafe back. Some people get out of their way, and both of them move farther for you and Patricia, but continue to be entirely visible to your widened and panicked eyes.

It seems as quick as a blink when Aiden hits the ground with an awfully loud thud. From the distance, you can tell he already has a bloodied nose, twisted in an off-angle, as well as reddened teeth and knuckles. Making it awfully obvious that he has already hit Rafe too. Patricia pulls at your arm, making you look at her for a second, but even her eyes are glued to the fight.

More seconds go by, and people are stupidly starting to circle the men. Whenever you’re able to get another glance between everyone, the damage is worse.

Aiden's face twisted in pain, blood dripping off his mouth, punch after punch as he continues to struggle on the floor. Blow after blow, he slowly weakens. It is gruesome, to say the very least, and not something you're used to ever see.

With your feet still glued as ice to the ground and with your body stuck on the spot, you watch as Aiden does try to open his mouth to say something, and his hand lifts to stop Rafe with a plea. His hand doesn't ever lift to hit, just to hold him back. The same exact gesture you had done when playing around with your boyfriend merely hours ago.

Your heart drops to your stomach at the sight, as his pleas go unanswered. Rafe's fist collides with Aiden's face yet again and Aiden's pleas falter.

Patricia forces herself and you to move out of the house, and you cannot hear anything but your quickening heart. Your vision is faulty, making you feel as if you were blinking and holding your eyes closed for more than time then opened.

You look behind your shoulder before taking the last step down the porch only to see Aiden spread out on the floor, unmoving as Rafe begins to stand before him and letting out a breath, with his back towards you.

“Get in the car.” Patricia practically screams at you, snapping you back to reality and making you face the front.

You get in, and she closes the car door. At the lack of sound, the gruesome images suddenly consume your mind, inducing nausea and more of your shaking and uneven breaths. You cover your face with your hands as Patricia climbs into her seat beside yours and does not mutter a word.

Aiden's face, cut and broken. His silent screams inaudible over the music, and his pleas being cut short for another and another hit.

You knew it wasn’t a lie, that Rafe fought all the time. You had seen him just before a fight. But tonight had made it real. Too real. He fights until the other person can no longer handle it, until the other person cannot say any words that could make him stop. He doesn't stop until he sees enough blood to satisfy him. He doesn't stop until the person goes unresponsive.

No one had dared to push Rafe off of Aiden, not one of his friends. Even when Patty seemed moved, she didn't look at anything like it had been news to her. Rafe always does this. You know he does.

More than a month ago, you had cleaned his hands. Those that dripped with blood, and he hadn't wanted you to see them. You had giggled, found it arousing even. Such a filthy thing it had seemed. Never had it crossed your mind how real it all was. How he hurts someone so badly simply because they dare to cross him. He didn't hold back. He doesn't hold back.

You had never seen him like this, nor do you ever wish to again.

When your hearing clears slightly, you open your eyes and pull your hands away from your face. As you stare at them in the silent and dark car, you watch as they shake violently and listen to your heart not being able to slow down. You do not dare to look up, afraid of who you might see coming out of the house.

As you let out a shaky breath, you feel only one thing ripping through you. Fear.

Didn't I say shit would hit the fan? I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER. I know this isn't my best work, but I tried my best. Love y'all <3

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Silent Confessions, Loud Masks - Billy Hargrove x Reader Series

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Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: lots of angst (what's new lol) & cursing

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(song for this chapter <3)

Expressing feelings for someone is like navigating a minefield of emotions, each step filled with uncertainty and potential pitfalls. Why isn’t it easier to speak what’s inside our hearts instead of dancing around the truth until it’s too late?

Billy’s confession sent your mind into a tailspin, your heart pounding in your chest like a drumbeat. Yet, when the moment came, your voice failed you, as if some invisible force clamped your mouth shut.

Now, after a week and a half of silent contemplation, you've come to understand the tangled mess of emotions that kept you mute. Billy has morphed into an essential part of your life, straddling the line between friend and something more. Despite your unspoken desires, you've settled into a comfortable routine. You’re fine with being friends or whatever this situationship is because you’ve come to know a truth to it all. Never give more than you are willing to lose.

“I’m not understanding this chapter at all,” Billy's voice interrupts your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. “You okay?”

You nod, but your mind is elsewhere, lost in a whirlwind of worries. “This one does have some challenging plot points in it, but—”

“Can we stop with the bullshit?” Billy's tone is sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. “I know something’s been eating at you for like a week now.” He leans in, his eyes searching yours with intensity.

You pause, feeling the weight of his gaze, and finally, the floodgates open. “I’ve just been stressed lately,” you admit, meeting his eyes with a mix of relief and trepidation. “Between helping my dad with bills, failing two tests, and college applications looming, it’s been overwhelming.”

“You know you can always tell me what’s going on. If you need help, I’m always here.” He looks around quickly before sliding his hand across the table to grab yours, giving it a squeeze.

“I know and I’m sorry I haven’t been myself lately.”

“You don’t have to apologize for the hard shit.” Billy reassures you, his smile softening the edges of his words.

But before the moment can linger, Tommy and Carol intrude upon your private bubble. Billy withdraws his hand quickly and you feel a pang of disappointment, a silent plea for him to acknowledge what lies between you.

“Ready?” Tommy speaks up as he stands next to Billy’s chair, Carol’s arms wrapped around him. “This party tonight is going to be so wicked.”

Billy nods, standing up with a forced smile. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“See you around freak.” Tommy remarks to you and Carol snickers as they start walking off.

“I’ll call you later.” Billy whispers once the pair is out of earshot.

“I’m working late again so I won’t be home.” You cross your arms with a clear annoyed look on your face. Billy understands that look and nods.

“See you tomorrow.” He mutters and leaves. You sigh heavily and gather your books, slinging the bag over your shoulder to head home and get ready for work.

The exhaustion weighs heavily on you tonight, exacerbated by the bustling atmosphere of the restaurant. The dimly lit space is filled with the chatter of patrons, the clinking of silverware, and the occasional burst of laughter. The air is thick with the scent of sizzling food and brewed coffee, mingling with the faint aroma of cigarette smoke that lingers despite the no-smoking signs.

Amidst the crowd of diners, mostly comprised of older men, you navigate the maze of tables and booths, balancing trays laden with plates and cups. The ambiance is tainted by the persistent advances of these patrons, their leering gazes and suggestive remarks casting a shadow over your evening.

But amidst the chaos, there is Mary, a beacon of familiarity and comfort in the tumult of the restaurant. An older waitress with a kind smile and a knowing gaze, she always has your back. Having known your mother during her time at the restaurant, Mary often remarks on the striking resemblance between you and her.

Tonight, as you confide in Mary about Billy, she offers sage advice while handing you a plate and coffee cup to serve. The worn countertop serves as your refuge, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of the dining area.

“Do you really think he loves me?” You ask Mary as she hands you a plate and coffee cup to serve.

“All I know from working so long around drunk men is that their sober thoughts really aren’t that much different from their wasted ones, especially when it comes to love,” Mary advises, her words carrying the weight of experience.

You place the plate and cup down for the customer at the countertop with a smile before turning back to Mary. “I'm at a loss for how to approach him. Billy's a complex guy, and I'm worried that if I lay my feelings out, it might push him away.”

“Darling, most men aren't angels after a few drinks.”

“Oh, he's not always like that when he's had a few. Just before that, he was in a heated argument. I couldn't even catch what set it off, but he was clearly riled up about something some guy said, and—”

“Sweetie, I have a feeling that guy's words were aimed at you.”

“What? No, nobody knows about us. I can't see how that could be related,” you respond, puzzled by Mary's interpretation of Billy's behavior.

“Are you sure about that?” Mary points behind you and you turn, finding Billy standing near the countertop with flowers in hand. You can’t help the instant smile that appears.

“I thought there was a raging party going on tonight?” you tease, a playful glint in your eyes as Billy leans against the counter toward you.

“They’re all the same,” Billy responds with a chuckle, mirroring your stance as he leans closer. “Plus, there’s this girl who I’d rather spend my night with.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, heat creeping onto your cheeks despite your best efforts to conceal it. The air between you crackles with anticipation, the din of the restaurant fading into the background as you share this intimate moment.

“These are for you,” He extends the droopy flowers. “I saw them on the way here and thought you’d like them.”

“Oh, I’ve never received flowers before,” You timidly grab the pink and yellow buds, placing them in one of your apron pockets. “Thank you. I don’t get off for another hour, if that’s okay.”

“I can wait.” Billy responds, pulling out a red stool at the counter and settling onto it. He reaches for the book you two have been reading together and flips it open.

You chuckle at the sight of him reading amidst the hustle and bustle of the restaurant. “Now that’s a sight to see.”

Billy grins, looking up from the book as you pour him a cup of coffee. “If you tell anyone, you’re dead,” he jokes, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You laugh at his playful threat, enjoying the easy banter between you. As you continue your work, the presence of Billy nearby fills you with a sense of comfort and contentment.

“Go ahead sweetheart. I can close up the rest tonight.” Mary insists, practically pushing you out from behind the counter.

“Thanks Mary.” You look out the window, seeing Billy resting against his car with a cigarette dangling between his lips. You untie your apron, hanging it on your designated hook. “See you tomorrow.” You wave to Mary and rush toward the door, flowers in hand as you make your way toward Billy.

“Now that’s a sight.” You hear Billy mumble as you get closer. You glance at your feet as you stop in front of him. “Ready?” He quirks a brow, flicking his cigarette to the ground, stomping it with his boot. You nod and he helps you in the passenger side before getting in on his side.

Late-night drives hold a special place in your heart, especially when Billy is by your side. The tranquility of the night seems to envelop him, stirring a gentle flutter in your chest.

As you both pull up outside your house, breaking the silence, Billy inquires about your college plans. "Where are you considering applying?" he asks.

"Still figuring it out. I'll likely end up accruing debt, so I'm researching to minimize it," you reply as you head inside, Billy trailing behind with more questions.

Perching on your bed, Billy continues his curiosity. "What about your field of study?"

"I'm drawn to photography, but practicality dictates otherwise for now," you explain, absentmindedly untangling your hair.

Billy compliments your talent. "Your photos are amazing. Anywhere would be lucky to have you."

Turning the tables, you ask about his plans. "And you, Billy?"

He leans back, contemplating. "College doesn't feel right for me. I'll probably go into a trade."

"You underestimate yourself," you reassure him before excusing yourself to change.

As you return, Billy's already made himself comfortable, his boots are already off and jacket slung over your desk chair. You catch him admiring your belongings, his hand lingering over a blanket atop a basket.

"I could crochet one for you if you're interested," you offer, catching Billy off guard as he startles slightly, withdrawing his hand from the blanket, now standing tall.

"You made that?" His eyebrows arch with curiosity.

"Yeah, my mom taught me how to crochet. She made this one for my birthday before she passed away," you explain, reaching for the blanket she crafted, the one you always sleep with, as you settle onto your bed.

"It seems complicated and time-consuming," Billy remarks, joining you on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

"Not really, it's actually quite therapeutic," you reply.

"If you're ever in need of therapy, count me in for one," he quips, meeting your gaze.

You wonder if he senses the same charged atmosphere between you. His eyes draw you in like a magnet, his trademark smirk driving you wild every time he flashes it your way. His unruly curls framing his face perfectly, though never quite neat, drive you insane.

"Would you like to have dinner together tomorrow?" The question slips out unexpectedly, surprising even yourself, before you can second-guess whether it sounds like a date invitation.

"Sure, where should I meet you?" Billy responds, seemingly oblivious to any hidden implications in your question.

"How about here? I can cook something," you suggest, snuggling under your blanket, attempting to shield yourself from the awkwardness you feel.

"Sounds good to me," Billy agrees, his genuine smile lighting up his face. "You don't mind if I stay over tonight, right?"

"You're always welcome to stay."

With that, Billy slides under the blanket with you, and you don't resist the warmth that spreads through your body as he wraps his arm around your waist, your head finding its place against his chest.

"Goodnight, B," you murmur softly.

"Goodnight, little mouse," he replies, his lips curving into a smile against your head. You used to dislike that nickname, but now you've grown to love it. Just like him.

"Want to catch a movie tonight?" Robin suggests as you stroll together towards lunch.

"I can't, uh, I've got dinner plans," you reply, nudging open the cafeteria door, the cacophony of voices engulfing you.

"With who?" Robin probes as you join the line for food. Just then, Billy and his group pass by, your gaze lingering on him.

"Oh my god, you and Bi—" You quickly cover Robin's mouth, trying to hush her before she finishes his name.

"Shh! Not so loud," you whisper urgently.

"Ew! Have you kissed? No, wait, don't answer that!" Robin's eyes widen with excitement.

"Robin, seriously, it's not a big deal," you insist, leaning against the wall, stealing another glance at Billy. You see the way he plays with his food and the toothpick between his teeth, a habit he explained helps with his nicotine cravings during school. You even made sure to find flavored ones for him. He always keeps them in his jacket pocket. The memory brings a smile to your face.

"Um, it's a huge deal! You're going on a date with one of the most obnoxious guys in this school, whom, might I add, you confessed your love to, and he reciprocated, even though he conveniently seems to have forgotten, but that's beside the point. This is totally a date, and you know it," Robin insists.

"It's not a date," you protest, moving along the lunch line.

"It totally is," Robin persists, following you as you grab your lunch and head to your usual table, surrounded by fellow band members.

Your nerves start to jangle, the food suddenly less appetizing as you anticipate tonight. Your gaze drifts back to Billy, finding his eyes already on you. You offer him a small smile, which he returns. Tommy and Carol notice and start laughing like hyenas, causing you to turn away, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Billy's irritation reaches its peak, prompting him to take an unexpected action. The cafeteria's ambient noise diminishes, and the occupants around your table fall into an uneasy silence. Confused, you glance around, only to pivot at the sound of heavy footsteps drawing near.

"Hey, Y/N. Are we still on for tonight?" His unexpected question leaves you dumbfounded, and you can only manage a nod. His sudden boldness astonishes you, quickening your heartbeat as he finally acknowledges you in public, breaking free from his usual concealment.

Leaning casually on the table beside you, he lowers his face to be level with yours, enveloping you both in a bubble of quiet amidst the hushed cafeteria.

"Great. I'll see you later, little mouse." With a wink and his trademark smirk, he ignites gasps from the surrounding girls as he saunters away, indifferent to the attention. You find yourself gazing after him, oblivious to the murmurs circulating the cafeteria.

Robin's tug on your arm snaps you out of your reverie. "Holy shit! It's definitely a date," her excitement mirroring your own astonishment.

You make an effort to tidy up as best you can, even though Billy has been over countless times and never seemed to mind the state of your home.

"Haven't seen this place so clean in a while," your dad remarks as he emerges from his room, already dressed for work.

"Just thought I'd spruce it up," you reply, wiping down the dining table, a piece of furniture seemingly frozen in time since your mom passed away.

"I'll be working late again," your dad mentions, tying his shoes as you turn to face him.

"Have you thought about Thanksgiving? Any word from Y/S/N?" you inquire, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy despite the underlying sadness that always accompanies conversations with him.

"I'll have to put in longer hours that week. I'll give you some money for food," he responds, and you fight back tears that threaten to spill over, a familiar ache settling in your chest.

"Okay, no worries. Have a good night at work," you manage, turning away to hide the tear that betrays your composure. You wait for his acknowledgment, but only the sound of the front door closing signals his departure.

With a few hours to spare before Billy arrives, you retreat to your room, journal in hand, seeking solace in the pages.

Your relationship with your dad is a labyrinth of complexities, once filled with warmth and tenderness before your mom's passing stripped it away, leaving behind a void that seems impossible to bridge, especially during your teenage years.

You can't blame him or your absent sister, though the resentment lingers. The idea of leaving after graduation claws at your conscience, knowing it would only deepen your father’s sadness. No matter how many bad memories Hawkins has for you, this will always be home.

It’s where you were born and raised. It’s where your old house is with a huge driveway where your father taught you and your sister to ride bikes together. It’s where your mom would take you for ice cream after a bad day. It’s where your mom got sick, she spent most of her last days in the hospital. It’s where she’s buried up in East Hawkins, beside your grandparents. It’s where you saw your sister start to rebel and flee, to never return. It’s where you saw your father’s smile disappear completely. It’s where the quietness and loneliness grew inside you for the longest time.

Until you met Billy.

Billy has submerged himself so deep into your life now that every feeling is finally starting to rise to the top.

But it’s not the feeling of panic, it’s more of a relief. Every day or hour you spend with Billy, it feels like you’ve reached the top. He’s breathed a new life into you and you want to breathe that air for the rest of your life.

Closing your journal, you wipe away the tears, feeling a surge of intense emotions. With a few deep breaths, you compose yourself, stowing away your journal before returning to the kitchen. Amidst the flickering candlelight, you begin to cook, finding solace in the simple act to take your mind off of things.

You steal a glance at the clock on your wall for the third time, each passing minute feeling like a weight in the pit of your stomach.

With each tick, the realization settles in: Billy forgot.

Despite your anticipation for tonight, after his triumphant performance at school, he forgot.

Anger and heartache surge within you, compelling you to extinguish the candles and discard the food, the remnants of your dashed hopes and shattered expectations. You abandon the mess, retreating to your bed instead.

Curling up with your handmade blanket, tears stream down your cheeks as you gaze at the photograph of your mom on the bedside table.

"He didn't mean to, right? He's still good, isn't he?"

The next morning, you dial Robin for a ride to school, fully aware that you'd probably stay home if not for her.

"I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. When I lay eyes on him, he's done for!" Robin declares, slamming her hand on the steering wheel in frustration.

You sit beside her in silence, avoiding dwelling further on Billy's absence. She parks in an empty spot, and you instinctively scan the area for his blue Camaro, finding none. A sigh of relief escapes you as you step out of the car and follow Robin into school.

"I always knew he was still the biggest jerk in Hawkins," Robin continues her tirade about Billy.

"Can we just try to forget about it today?" you interject as you navigate through the bustling main hallway.

"Fine, but I can't guarantee what'll happen when I see his face," Robin replies, her tone still seething with anger.

Though you want to agree with her, you remain silent as you reach your locker. "I'll be right back," Robin says, heading to her own locker.

As you gather your books, you overhear snickers behind you. Turning around, you're confronted by a group of unfamiliar girls giggling and casting glances in your direction.

“No wonder he slept with Heather.”

"Yeah, like she’d actually ever have a chance with him."

“Do you think she knows he was at the party last night?”

"Probably not, otherwise she wouldn't dare show her face around here today."

“How humiliating, being stood up by Billy Hargrove and not knowing he slept with Heather instead.”

The words sting, and you feel a wave of humiliation wash over you. How could he do this to you?

You scan the surroundings, noticing the whispers of your name intertwined with Billy's and Heather's. The tightness in your chest and the shallowness of your breaths propel you outside, desperate to escape the humiliation suffocating you.

As you step into the open air, the familiar roar and screech of Billy's sports car pierce through, reigniting your panic. Frantically, you search for a hiding spot, cursing the town for its lack of concealment amidst the cornfields and vast open spaces.

Before you can flee, Billy rushes toward you, not caring who he bumps into on the way.

"Y/N! Damn it, I'm so sorry—" he begins, but you instinctively retreat, needing distance.

"Please don't," you interrupt, stepping away from him.

"Y/N, please, I feel terrible about last night. It was the worst and—" Billy attempts to explain, desperation coloring his voice.

“Apparently to everyone else, you had a great time last night.” you retort bitterly.

"What?" Billy's confusion is palpable as he tries to approach you, but you evade him once more.

"I guess you and Heather had a blast while I waited until 11," you accuse, moving to leave.

"Y/N, please, just let me explain," Billy implores, blocking your path and holding your shoulders. Reluctantly, you meet his gaze, fixating on his shirt.

"I got into a huge fight with my dad, got pissed, and went to a party. I only meant to stay for a bit, but I guess I lost track of time," he confesses.

"And ended up with Heather," you interject sharply.

"Y/N, I never meant to hurt you. I don't even remember anything from last night. I'm so sorry," Billy pleads, his anguish evident.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" you demand, your voice laced with hurt.

"Of course not. I just... I don't know. I'm just so sorry for not being there. I should've come to be with you after the fight with my dad," he admits, regret etched in his features.

"Yeah, you should've," you agree, turning away. Robin stands on the sidewalk, waiting for your signal to intervene.

“Y/N, what can I do? How can I make this better?” Billy pleas, watching you depart, a tear slipping down his cheek.

"Time," you respond, glancing back at him, feeling a pang of sorrow at his tear-streaked face. "I need time."

Your voice wavers as you walk away, leaving Billy standing alone. Robin opens her arms for you, sensing your pain and tears beginning to fall.

"Asshole!" Robin shouts at Billy as she guides you back to her car.

Inside the car, you steal a glance at Billy, witnessing his anguish as he covers his face with his hands.

In that moment, you realize you've never simultaneously hated and loved someone as intensely as you do right now.

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In Another Life (3)

Chapter 2 • series masterlist • chapter 4

3 | Heaven & Sin

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader and Geto x f!Reader

an unexpected guest arrives at your engagement party

Words: 4.2k

cw: cheating, infidelity, fingering, vaginal sex, geto being an ass, slight dacryphilia, breeding, rough sex, cream pie

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The white silk sheets are strewn across your bed, sunlight filtering in through the curtains you’ve already opened, to your fiancé’s dismay.

The light is warm and bright as a beam reflects onto the sheets making the room appear even brighter.

“Rise and shine!” You chirp cheerfully before poking Satoru in the side causing his brows to knit together as he flinches away from you.

You’re trying to be as annoying as possible. A lovely habit you’ve picked up from the man who’s laying half-naked in bed next to you.

Satoru groans loudly, squeezing his eyes closed as he turns his head in the opposite direction of you, burying his face under his pillow.

“Satoru, please.”

You’re pouting now as you shuffle across the bed to pull the pillow out from under him, “it’s my day off, I want to sleep in,” he whines.

You lean down to place a few soft kisses on his shoulder, except you’re stopped just short, unable to make contact with his skin.

A very dramatic gasp leaves your lips, “Gojo Satoru, you’d better turn your Infinity off right now.”

He takes a deep breath before exhaling with an equally dramatic “hmph,” but he does as you’ve asked so you place several kisses on his sinewy shoulders watching as goosebumps form on the surface of his skin when you trail a few more down the center of his back.

Moving over on the bed, you straddle his hips, rubbing your hands on his solid back giving a gentle massage to his shoulders, down the center of his spine before rocking your hips side to side playfully.

“There’s gonna be cake tasting.”

He grunts in response.

“And… I’ll reward you later.”

One of his eyes flutters open, looking at you through the corner, the rest of his face pressed into the pillow.

“Reward me how?”

You bite your lip as you smirk knowing he’s going to give in, “However you want.”

Satoru stifles a yawn while you lift your hips, letting him roll over so you can feel his hardened cock when he grabs you by the hips, forcing you back down onto his lap.

He narrows his eyes at you, looking over your features with his six eyes, something he’s been doing more and more over the last two weeks, “You okay? You’ve been needier than usual.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you smile and chuckle awkwardly, hoping he hasn’t noticed your increased heart rate at his question. This isn’t the first time he’s brought up a difference in the way you’re acting, since you secretly ran off to visit your ex.

You’ve been trying your best to act as if seeing Suguru hasn’t affected you, but it’s clear it has. What you’ve been trying to do is move past it, not let your thoughts drift back to him, to what could have been if he only stayed.

Or if you had abandoned being a sorcerer along with him.

Pushing those thoughts aside, because you should be living in the now. Gently, you run your nails across Satoru’s abdominals before sensually, slowly palming his cock overtop his briefs.

“You know our party’s in a few days, so you can bully the shopkeepers into getting what we want on such short notice.”

You’ve been hard at work calling catering places, choosing fabric, arguing with Satoru’s clan on how non-traditional you both want your wedding to be, on top of working and going on missions; getting the dessert for your upcoming engagement party has been, unfortunately, last on your list and it slipped your mind.

He rolls his eyes, “You know I’ll just end up bribing them with money.”

“Mhm. But you can be mean about it.”

Satoru adjusts the pillows behind him before folding his arms behind his head watching you through half-lidded eyes, “Fine, but I want a reward now too.”

You click your tongue, “A reward when we haven’t even gone out yet? Greedy.”

“One now, for agreeing to go on my day off, and another later for being your charming, handsome fiancé.”

You giggle while rolling your eyes, mumbling a quiet “fine,” as you lean down to kiss him on his lips. He tastes sweet as always, moving his lips lazily with yours, waiting for you to get to it.

Satoru lets out a faint, content sigh when you move to his neck, sucking a small red mark at the base before licking and kissing your way down his chest and stomach.

“Go ahead baby,” he murmurs when you look up at him through thick lashes as you teasingly play with the waistband of his briefs.

He smirks, moving a hand down to cup your jaw before threading his fingers into your hair, encouraging you to move lower, “you can take it all, yeah?”

The sound of spoons clinking against champagne glasses fills the engagement party venue.

There are gold and white balloons all around the modern building, streamers in the same blue color as Satoru’s eyes strung up around the walls and hanging from the ceiling. Lights and dimly lit candles fill the space giving an intimate feel to the night.

The space is large and open, with plenty of windows to see out into the beautiful gardens. You and Satoru got to the venue early because you wanted to take the time to view the scenery and walk around to see the beautiful plants and flowers before the celebration started.

Your friends helped decorate, Shoko and Utahime being more than amazing in helping ensure every single decoration is in its spot, and nothing is out of place. Satoru was also successful in threatening a few shop owners on your day out, guaranteeing the deserts he picked would arrive on time and just how he wanted them.

Satoru’s in a baby blue dress shirt, with black slacks and a sleek black belt, his arm is around your waist, where it’s been most of the night, holding you close as you talk and laugh with family and close friends. You’ve opted for a dress that fits your frame, accentuating your curves in all the right places, and paired it with matching heels.

The party is larger than you anticipated, the Gojo clan having more of a say in who gets invited than you thought. Satoru of course didn’t complain - loves to be the center of attention and he loves to show you off whenever he gets the chance.

You were just hoping for more of an intimate affair, both your parents and close friends, maybe a few close cousins, and co-workers.

But, rather than getting what you wanted, you’re now walking around greeting older members from the three major clans, who you’ll never remember the name of.

The matrons of the Gojo clan have already asked multiple times when the two of you plan on having children, hoping you’ll have several to carry on the clan’s legacy, while the matrons from the other two make snide remarks about how their bloodlines are superior.

It’s all been wonderful and totally not stressful at all.

Satoru has been amazing, knowing you weren’t totally happy with decisions that have been forced by his clan, but he’s talked you through it, reminding you this is the life that you chose when agreeing to marry him.

He also reminded you that when you’re the matriarch, you will have a lot more say in the inner workings and these types of conversations and decisions than you do today.

They’re pushing for you to get married quickly even though you want to take your time and enjoy the ride. To them, it’s a disgrace their clan head isn’t married at twenty-three which makes you roll your eyes every time they bring it up.

Satoru leans down, placing a kiss on your lips that’s just a little too long to be chaste, but not enough for him to be reprimanded by his clan in front of everyone.

You’ve decided in the last few weeks that the letter that was sent was pointless. Even if it was from you in the future, you’re perfectly happy with where you are today, standing side by side with Satoru, ready to walk through life by his side.

This is where you belong.

Suguru made that decision for you when he chose to abandon you, change the course of his own history and follow misguided notions.

Suguru is your past, and Satoru is your future.

That’s what you keep telling yourself, at least.

Despite your annoyance with the number of attendees, the night has been filled with speeches dedicated to the two of you and the love you’ve shared over the years, fond stories and memories from the two of you as well as plenty of dancing; something the students seem to be taking full advantage of.

As you walk around the open space, greeting someone you’re pretty sure you’ve already spoken to in the Zenin clan, you spot a figure hidden away in the shadows of the gazebo outside through one of the many windows.

You clench your jaw while trying to smile but the conversation being had is going in one ear and out the other as ice runs through your veins at the thought of him turning up when you least expect it.

“Babe?” Satoru turns, staring at you over the rim of his glasses, nudging you slightly.

You startle out of your thoughts, looking up at him expectantly, “Hm?”

“They were asking when we were planning to start a family. You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you’re trying your hardest not to look out the window so Satoru’s gaze doesn’t follow yours, “I think I just need some air, this has just been kind of a lot.”

Your smile is weak when Satoru takes his arm off your waist, squeezing your hand while placing a tender kiss on your forehead telling you not to leave him alone for too long.

Quickly, you make your way outside, closing the sliding door quietly behind you before stalking over to the gazebo, and your ex.

As you get closer to him, you’re able to see Suguru is in attire you’re more accustomed to seeing him in. Rather than being in the robes you saw him in a few weeks ago, he’s now adorned in a white button-up with black slacks and a belt holding everything in place around his middle.

The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbow, exposing his vascular, muscular arms.

Your heart jumps at the sight of him, he’s always been a magnetic force you can’t pull yourself away from.

“What are you doing here?” You hiss quietly, not wanting your guests inside the venue to hear.

If anyone saw Suguru here right now, there would be a commotion. Some would be scared for their lives thinking there will be an attack, others confused about why he’s shown up, not knowing your shared history.

Satoru would be absolutely livid. There’s no telling what he would do.

“I had Manami do a little digging,” Suguru starts, calm and collected but you can tell there’s a storm brewing underneath, one you don’t want to be a part of. “And what she found is so interesting. Do you know what it was?”

“I don’t give a shit, Suguru. Leave. Now.” There’s dread and panic in your voice as you lift your dress ever so slightly to give you better movement as you march over to him.

“She told me you and Satoru recently got engaged.” He’s blatantly ignoring you and it’s turning the fear you were feeling moments ago into anger and frustration. “Is that true?”

“That’s none of your business!” You hiss between your teeth while Suguru lights a cigarette, eyes sharp, watching as you step into the gazebo.

He already knows the answer, having been watching you since you came to see him all those weeks ago.

Suguru thinks you’re adorable like this, flustered, cheeks flushed from annoyance. Radiating pure beauty in the dress you chose to wear to a party celebrating your engagement to his best friend.

“How the fuck did you even find out about our engagement?”

“Did you think it would be hard to find out information on the head of the Gojo clan and his betrothed?” Suguru muses, “Plenty of people are willing to give information. Plus, Manami is very efficient.”

“Suguru,” it’s a warning, he knows, but he doesn’t care as he walks over to you threading his hands in your hair and pulling you into him, lips connecting with yours before you can finish your thought.

You should be complaining right now, kicking and screaming for him to get off you but you don’t.

This is wrong, so very wrong but you can’t bring yourself to pull away, so instead you’re gripping onto his dress shirt, pulling him closer so he doesn’t try to break away.

Suguru pushes you against the column of the gazebo with enough force to knock your breath away, lifting you by the back of your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist.

It’s an automatic response, the way your hips always wanted to move on their own to rut against him, you can’t help it.

Suguru chuckles into your kiss, “You’re gonna make a mess on my pants if you keep doing that.”

He runs his hands over your thighs, gripping the plush of your ass, squeezing hard enough that bruises begin to blossom around his fingertips.

Suguru is entranced by you and always has been, especially now, watching the way your tits rise and fall so beautifully with every heave of your chest in want, desire, and anticipation.

“Look at you,” he coos, hips moving in time with yours, dry humping you against the column, “so needy for me. Satoru must not have been taking care of you all these years.”

“Fuck you,” you’re ripping open his shirt, the small buttons flying out in every direction, hands roaming over his sinewy torso and chest.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he dips his hand in the space between his stomach and thighs, groaning into you as he runs his fingers through your slick folds, cock straining against his thigh, so hard it hurts.

Suguru chuckles at your feistiness, he always did love it, “you know,” he slips two fingers in watching with an icy stare, “I can’t help but wonder what your fiancé would think if he saw us right now.”

He angles his fingers up, easily finding the spot that makes your legs shiver and shake like he’s never forgotten, and he uses his thumb to encircle your clit causing you to clench around his fingers.

You’re moaning his name, pulling him in closer to you, hand gripping his soft raven tresses. He loves how malleable you are to his touch, the way you melt as soon as his lips are on yours, it’s the way you’ve always been.

You’d let him do anything he wanted.

There’s a knot forming quickly in the center of your core. Suguru knows your body like the back of his hand, knows all of the spots that have you crying out, whimpering, and convulsing around him from having mapped out your body so many times before.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll let you cum soon, we gotta be quick after all.” He says, leaning forward to whisper next to you, his hot breath on the shell of your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine.

He pumps his fingers, brushing your spot every time, he knows you're close, the way you’re mewling into him, bucking your hips wildly as he picks up his pace, the palm of his hand slapping against your clit with every thrust.

“S’guru- I’m-” your words are cut short with a series of broken moans as he continues to pump his fingers, working you through your orgasm, the open space filled with lewd squelching noises as your walls clench and legs tremble around him.

Suguru’s lips are on yours when you absolutely gush onto his hand, helping keep your moans muffled before planting several soft kisses over your flushed face before moving to nip at a tender spot just below your ear.

Closing your eyes, you rest your head back against the pillar before he shoves his fingers in your mouth. You open your eyes and watch him; cheeks pink, lips parted, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown with lust watching the way you swirl your tongue around, tasting your arousal as he works to undo the button and zipper of his pants.

You let out a loud gasp when you feel the blunt end of his thick cock slide through your folds, tip teasing your clit, pulling your hips away from him automatically at the sensitive feeling.

Suguru grabs your hip and pulls you forward again as he continues to tease you, sliding his cock up and down your soaked cunt.

“S-sensitive,” you whine, trying to wiggle your hips out of his grasp.

“You can handle it.” He remarks bluntly, “Besides, you deserve this, don’t you? Trying to make me jealous, running off to marry my best friend.”

“No.” You answer firmly, breathlessly as he leans up, amusement in his dark eyes at your response, “You left me. Just-just hurry up and fuck me already.”

He chuckles, letting his cock circle your clit a few times, twitching when he hears your pretty little gasps, before teasing your entrance. You buck up, impatient, his tip slipping past your folds.

He lets out a loud groan, lips ghosting yours as you slide down the length of his cock before rolling his hips a few times, both moaning at the feeling of having each other just one more time.

Because that’s all this can be. Just one more time, that’s it. And then he’ll be out of your system for good. You’ll never see him again, Satoru will never have to know and you can live your life in peace.

You’re planning on burning that godforsaken letter when you get home.

“You should be mine, you should have followed me,” Suguru rambles through clenched teeth, pulling out halfway before slamming back into you, “You��re mine, aren’t you, baby?”

“Suguru, I-I…” You’re unable to answer, stuttering trying to find the words as you move your hips back to meet his every thrust, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix in a way you know you’ll be sore later “Yes.”

It’s an automatic response at this point, whether it’s from Suguru’s possessiveness when he’d fuck you like this or because you really, truly want to be with him, you’re not entirely sure.

“Yeah, fucking right you are, baby,” Suguru groans, slamming his hips into yours relentlessly, watching your tits bounce in time with his thrusts as tears prick in the corner of your eyes, making his own light up as they overflow and spill down your cheek.

He knows it's selfish of him to want you to turn your back on what you believe, turn your back on the life you’ve lived and created for yourself after he defected. But fuck if he’s not always been selfish, especially when it comes to you.

Suguru doesn't want to see you happy with someone else, not when you could and should be with him. Even if he knows Satoru would do his best to give you a great life.

“Gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” His lips slam into yours, hot searing kisses on your lips, tongues gliding together sloppily until he moves to nip at your ear lobe, “gonna fill you so full, put a baby inside you - what’s Satoru going to think then?”

He laughs next to your ear, unhinged, high-pitched, and amused with his own thoughts, his hot breath tickling your neck, sending a jolt right to the apex of your thighs.

“You’re fucking insane,” your hands are under his open shirt on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood, he doesn’t bother trying to stop you. They’ll be little reminders of how he was able to have you again.

Suguru rests his head against your shoulder, heavy breaths fanning your ear, his cock twitching each time you grace him with one of your pretty moans.

“I miss you,” He kisses your jaw, licks the trail of tears streaming down your cheek, leaving a kiss below your eye before ripping the rest of the silky fabric of your dress from your waist, letting it fall to the floor, “You still take my cock so fucking well, baby.”

You look down, moaning at the sight of where you’re connected, watching the way his thick cock disappears in your cunt. He runs his hand along your abdomen, where the familiar bulge from his cock sits.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, “Right there keep going, harder, please.”

Suguru watches the way the sheen of sweat that’s formed over your body glistens in the dim lights of the building next to you. The one your current lover is excitedly talking to everyone about your upcoming nuptials.

You’re so gorgeous with the blush that’s formed on your cheeks down to your neck, with your sweet, breathy moans that are only for him at this moment.

He snakes his arm around your hips, pulling your ass out from against the pillar, leaving your shoulders connected. His hands are cemented on your hips keeping you in place while he fucks into you with reckless abandon, throwing his head back, using your body however he wants, however he needs.

“Nobody will want you -ah- if you have a kid with me. Satoru will leave you, you -ah- you’ll have no choice but to come back to me, won’t you baby”

Your arousal drips obscenely to the wooden floor below while Suguru grabs your legs from his waist, pushing your legs apart to get deeper. His eyes are rolling to the back of his head from the feeling of your soft, warm walls tightening around his cock.

“Shit, right there,” You gasp as his hips falter, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

Your walls clench and shudder around him, encouraging him to speed up, to cum inside you like he knows you want him to, despite it being a bad fucking idea. You’re clenching around him, hard, and before you know it, your body is shivering like you’re seizing, vision going white as your high takes over all your senses.

Suguru lets out a string of breathy moans, brows knitted together at the feeling of your walls squeezing him for all he’s worth, hammering into you until his hips are stuttering and he’s no longer able to hold back.

“Take my cum, baby,” He hisses, thrusting sloppier than ever as he loses himself in you, “I love you so fucking much.”

He lets out a deep guttural groan as his release floods your insides.

You’re panting into one another as he continues to slowly rock his hips, fucking his cum deeper inside, hoping it sticks, because he meant everything he said.

Suguru helps adjust your clothes and holds your hand until you’re able to stand on your own, cum leaking out and down your leg. He also helps adjust your dress while you work on fixing your hair to the best of your abilities.

“You need to leave. This was a mistake. We can never see each other again.”

He chuckles, eyes flickering behind you quickly before running his thumb across your jaw and over your lips because he knows you’ll be back to see him. Sooner than you think.

“Y/N.” A cold, icy tone calls from behind you.

There’s panic in your eyes as they widen and turn to face Satoru, a lump in your throat so large it’s hard to swallow, hard to breathe. You’re able to make him out easily, with the lights from the venue shining brightly out onto the courtyard.

His hands are in his pocket, feet planted shoulder-width apart and you swear you could feel his cursed energy spike for only a moment, just enough for you to know he knows.

You turn back to face Suguru but he’s gone, and it’s so hard to even think about the consequences of your actions knowing there’s a gaze burning a hole in the back of your head.

If looks could kill - that’s the only thought that comes to mind when you turn back around to face Satoru, hands shaking, heart feeling as if it’s going to lurch from your body and splatter all over the gazebo floor.

“What are you doing out here, honey?” Satoru’s voice is clipped, rigid, and your stomach is doing cartwheels.

“I just…” There’s no explanation, all you can do is clear your throat and look away.

Satoru nods his head slowly, “think it’s time we go back inside and show everyone how happy we are, yeah?”

You scratch at the back of your neck, taking slow, unsure steps toward Satoru.

He holds his elbow out towards you, tension thick as you look your arm into his, walking into the building to finish your engagement party, “Yeah… yeah. Let’s get back inside.”

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inthe-dark-tonight · 7 months

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Falling Into My Sins

chapter three: balled up fists

dbf!joel x fem!reader series - loosely inspired by the song skin by soccer mommy

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 4 chapter 5

summary: tommy and joel walk into your new job and you decide to confront joel about the events that took place at sunday night dinner. the only thing is, joel isn't alone.

word count: 2.5k

series rating: E (18+ mdni)

warnings: no outbreak AU, age gap (reader is in their 20s, Joel is in his 40s) no use of y/n, no physical description of reader, tommy and reader flirt a little, player!joel, joel being a gaslighter sorry, ANGST, theres one part where joel grabs readers wrist kinda roughly bc she’s… doing something so be aware of that, if i’m missing anything let me know!!

notes: okayyyyy here we go, i don’t want to spoil anything so… let me know what you guys think of this chapter :) thank you again to my love @shatteredbaby for proofreading for me again, i owe you my life mwah. can't forget my literal mother @pr0ximamidnight for letting me ramble for hours <3

It’s Friday morning now and Joel never got back to you. You didn’t send another text after your last one, afraid that you would seem desperate or annoying. You’ve been busy this week anyway so you try not to let it bother you.

One of the jobs you applied for finally called back, so you went in for an interview on Tuesday morning and they already have you working your first shift tonight. It’s a waitressing job, which isn’t exactly what you were hoping for, but you applied for anything and everything, just happy to be working again. It will also be good to get your mind off of everything that’s happened last weekend.

You finish getting ready for work. Your shift starts in about an hour but you want to be early for your first day. As you leave your room, you grab your purse and your apron before running down the stairs. Your dad’s in the living room and you shout out to him.

“I’m leaving! I’m not off until midnight so see you tomorrow!”

“See ya bud, have fun!” He shouts back.

You shut the door behind you and walk down your front steps to your car. As you walk to your car, you glance across the street towards Joel’s house. His truck isn’t in the driveway. You haven’t seen him at all this week, not even a quick glimpse as he was leaving for work or coming home. You saw Sarah come home from school a few times, but no Joel.

You get into your car and turn the radio on, trying to shake the memory of the other night from your mind. You pull away, past Joel’s house and out of the neighborhood. The job you got is at a local diner near your house. Unfortunately though, it’s a 24hr diner which means you’ll probably be working nights most of the time but you’re just happy to be working again.

You pull up to the diner and step out of your car, grabbing your purse and tying your black apron around your waist. The one good thing about this job is that the dress code is simple, all black. You walk in and one of the other waitresses, Betty, greets you as you walk up to the counter.

“Hi hon, welcome to work!” She smiles at you.

She's an older woman, probably in her late fifties, and she’s very friendly. She was here the day of your interview and she chatted with you as you sat waiting for the manager to be ready for you.

“Hi” you smile shyly at her.

“I’m gonna be training you tonight,” she starts. “There isn’t a lot to learn, I think you’ll get the hang of it easily so I’m just kinda here if you need any help.”

You nod your head and follow her behind the counter. She takes about fifteen minutes to show you the ropes, how to use the register and things of that sort.

“Okay well,” she starts taking a deep breath. “I think you got this, I trust ya.” She winks at you. “It’s gonna be pretty slow for the next few hours, just watch the counter for now, I’ll handle any tables that come in.”

You nod, acknowledging that you understand and then she walks into the back. You look around the diner noticing that there’s practically nobody in there. One booth in the back corner is occupied by an older man reading the paper and sipping on a black coffee, but that’s it.

About an hour later you hear the bell on the door jingle as someone enters the diner. Your head whips towards the door and you see a familiar face, Tommy Miller. His face lights up as his eyes meet with yours and he walks towards the counter.

“Hey,” he glances around the empty diner, then his eyes land back on you. “Guess you heard back from some of the application’s you sent out huh?”

“Hi,” you laugh a little at his comment. “Yeah uh, I did. Today’s my first day actually.”

He takes a seat at the counter and you hand him a menu. “Does that make me your first customer?” he raises his brow and smiles at you.

“Yeah actually.”

“Hmmm, I’ll have to test ya then.” He opens the menu.

You let out a small laugh “Can I get you anything? Coffee?” You watch as Tommy glances over the menu.

He doesn’t look up at you. “Yeah actually, I’ll take a coffee while I wait.”

Wait for what? You don’t ask. You walk to grab the coffee pot and a mug, setting it down to fill it in front of him.

“Thanks darlin’,” he looks up at you and your cheeks heat up.

“No problem, let me know when you’re ready.” You turn around to replace the coffee pot.

Suddenly the doors open again, you hear the bell but you don’t turn around to look until you hear a woman laughing. You look up and your face immediately drops.

It’s Joel Miller, and his arm is wrapped around some woman as they walk towards a booth. He doesn’t see you yet as he slides into a booth by the window, sitting on the side that faces you. Tommy turns his head glancing at him, then turns back to you.

“Christ, when I told him to meet me after his date I didn’t think he’d bring the woman along.” Tommy rolls his eyes.

Joel was on a date? You just hum in response, not sure what to say. You look back towards Joel, he’s smiling as he leans on the table. Once his eyes meet with yours his smile disappears. You immediately snap your eyes away from him and focus back on Tommy.

“Ready?” You smile at him.

He looks up at you giving you a cheeky grin “Yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck as he talks. “Gonna keep it simple I think, just a burger and fries.”

You jot it down on your pad and then quickly rip the paper off. “You got it.” You wink at him, eyes meeting with Joel’s for a quick second before you turn around to place the order with the line cooks.

When you turn around, Tommy’s cheeks are slightly flushed. Then you see Betty come out from the back and walk towards Joel’s table to take their order. You try not to stare as you try to catch a better glimpse at the woman he’s here with. She has long blonde wavy hair, and as she turns her head to say something to Betty you catch a glimpse of her side profile and blinding smile. You have to admit she’s quite gorgeous. Then Joel’s saying something to Betty before she walks back and gives her order to the line cooks. His eyes flicker to yours again, and then to the woman he’s sitting with.

Your blood is boiling but you’re trying not to show it. How was he fucking you the other night and now he’s here with someone else?

“So, what’ve you been up to this week?” Tommy says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh nothing much,” You smile, a bit distracted.

He hesitates for a moment. “Got anything going on tomorrow?” He’s looking at you with his large brown eyes.

You notice Joel is watching you like a hawk, dark eyes burning straight through you as you’re talking to Tommy. You peel your eyes away from Joel and look back to Tommy.

“Not sure, I don’t think so.”

“If you’re free, maybe we could go to this bar downtown?” He stops for a second. “I mean, if not, that’s fine just-“

“I’ll let you know.” You smile at him before turning to grab his food and placing it in front of him.

“Thanks.” he glances up at you quickly.

You nod and then look back towards Joel. He gets out of the booth and the woman follows. As she stands up, he pulls her into an embrace before waving bye to her and sitting back down. As the woman walks out, you finally get a look at her. She’s gorgeous, luscious hair bouncing as he walks towards the door. She glances over at you and smiles before pushing on the door and leaving. You’re frozen there for a moment, before looking back towards Joel. You need to talk to him.

“I’ll be right back.” Tommy looks up at you with wide eyes, nodding his head.

You storm over to Joel, blood boiling. His eyes are locked on you the whole way over. When you get to his booth, you slide into the spot where the blonde woman was just sitting a moment ago and stare directly into his eyes. He shifts in his seat as your eyes stay glued to his.

“We need to talk. Now.” The last part comes out low through gritted teeth and filled with anger as you try to keep it together.

“What about, sweetheart?” He leans back, throwing his arm over the back of the booth.

What about? He's got to be joking. You feel like you could snap any second, and you think he can tell by the look in your eyes.

“Joel.” It comes out as a warning.

“Okay, okay,” he glances around the diner. “Not in here.” He gets up from the booth and you follow him as he walks towards the door.

Joel walks outside and you call out to Betty saying that you’re taking a quick break, she just waves you off. You walk out the door and look both ways before spotting Joel leaning against his truck. You walk towards him slowly, thinking about what you want to say. You stand in from of him, practically fuming at the way he’s acting so nonchalant, like he didn’t fuck you up against the side of your father’s home five nights ago and then ghost you.

“So,” You say, finally breaking the silence.

“So.” He says back.

You’re silent for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts. “What exactly is going on, Joel,” your eyes meet his and your stomach flips.

“Not sure what you’re talkin’ about.” He clears his throat and breaks eye contact with you, looking down at his boots.

So he’s going to play dumb, you see how it is. “Seriously?” You shake your head still looking at him.

He looks up at you apprehensively, like he’s afraid to meet your gaze. “Seriously, what are you on about.” His brows knit together as he looks at you.

You take a step closer to him. “You’re going to act like you didn’t fuck me behind my dad’s house less than a week ago?” Your voice starts to raise and he’s just staring back at you now.

“I-“ you cut him off.

“No, let me finish.” You’re ready to let it all out. “You left abruptly Sunday night, practically ghosted me when we had plans Tuesday, and then showed up here… on a date?” He doesn’t say anything. “And then you have the nerve to ask me what we need to talk about.”

He shoves one hand into his pocket and the other rubs at the scruff on his cheek.

“Just tell me, were you lying when you said you didn’t want to forget about the night we met? That you wanted me,” You swallow thickly, afraid that you might not like his answer. “Was I just another girl to add to your list?”

His jaw ticks as he stands there silently. “Yeah.” He’s still not looking at you. “It was just a fuck, that’s all.”

You scoff. “You’re sick.” His eyes snap up to you. “Even after you found out that my dad is your best friend, who does that?” You shake your head, he has a smug look on his face that makes you just wanna-

Your hand reaches up to slap him, but he catches your wrist before your hand even gets close to his cheek. He’s breathing heavily, anger burning behind his eyes.

“The hell are you doing?” He says it through gritted teeth. “Tryin’ to hit me?”

You just stare at him. “You deserve it, don’t you think?” Your voice slightly breaks as the words come out.

He grabs your other wrist and spins you around pressing you up against his truck. You try to wriggle away but he’s too strong. You’re speechless as you stand there in his grasp, a shocked look on your face.

He’s breathing heavy as he towers over you, dark eyes staring at your parted lips now. His eyes meet yours, you have no idea what his next move will be.

“Do I?” He’s close enough now that you can feel his breath fanning over your face.

Your heart is racing. “Joel…” you breathe out.

Then he’s slamming his lips against yours, the kiss is needy and rough as he presses himself against you. You start to melt into him and then snap out of it, breaking the kiss. You push his solid chest as hard as you can, shoving him away from you. He slightly stumbles back releasing his grip on your wrists.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He looks like a deer in headlights right now, stunned by your reaction.

His mouth falls open but nothing comes out. You turn away from him and start walking back towards the door, taking a deep breath trying to hold back tears, not from sadness but from anger. Who does he think he is?

When you open the door to the diner, Tommy’s head whips towards you. “Hey, were you on break?” He asks as you walk back behind the counter.

“Yeah,” Your voice cracks a bit as you answer him. “So, about tomorrow,” you clear your throat.

Tommy’s eyes light up. “Yeah?”

Joel walks through the door making his way to Tommy, you glance at him before your eyes meet his brother’s again.

“I’d love to go with you.” He smiles at your words.

“Great, I’ll get you around 8?” He says, his dark chocolate eyes gleaming as you nod positively.

Joel’s standing behind Tommy, now staring you down. You’re unsure about how much he’s heard, but honestly, you could care less at this moment.

“C’mon Tommy, we gotta go.” Joel says as he lightly pulls at Tommy’s sleeve.

Tommy pulls out his wallet, setting some cash on the table for his meal then stands up. “See ya.” he’s holding back a smile.

You bite your cheek. “Yeah, see ya.”

Joel’s standing by the door waiting for Tommy as you give him a deadly glare before clearing the counter and you hear the door to the diner close. You’re not sure what you’ve gotten yourself into, but you feel sort of excited for tomorrow night.

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mcverse · 11 months

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ꨄ︎ Paring: Neteyam x Avatar! F! Reader

ꨄ︎ Requested: Yes/No

ꨄ︎ Type: Part 2 out of 5 (Previous/Next)

ꨄ︎ Word count: 4.4K

ꨄ︎ Warnings: Mention of death, angst, mean Neytiri & Neteyam, Lo’ak may have a slight one sided crush on reader but this isn’t a Lo’ak x reader, injured Kiri, Tiptoeing feelings, not proof read or spell checked :) switches from present to past and vice versa cuz again it’s not proof read >.<

ꨄ︎ Side Bar: Long awaited. Enjoy! Finished this with a headache >£<

please keep in mind that all characters in my stories are always 18+

“Again.”

“No, your stance is wrong.”

“Have you even been paying attention?”

You huff in frustration, lowering your bow to hold in one hand as you exam the other hand littered with blisters. It’s been hours since you’ve been at, trying to learn how to shot an unmoving target but it hasn’t been going well.

Jake said that Neteyam was a great teacher, that you would learn fast with him. It’s been 3 months and you only just got off hand to hand combat two weeks ago. You’re starting to think Jake has too much fate in his son.

“I need a break,” you whine, looking at him standing there tall and devilishly handsome with his broad shoulders and chisel chest, hidden behind crossed arms. It wasn’t a lie, you really needed one, his comments were starting to annoy you again. For your sanity, a hour apart would be good. But he wasn’t giving in.

He shakes his head, uncrossing his arms and walks over to stand next to you, “We continue, you get done quicker.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing—and it was but you were tired, “Again.” He gestures with his head towards the target.

Sighing deeply, you get back into position. Parting you legs, raising your bow and pulling back the string, ready to let the arrow fly free. You hear him before you feel him, smacking his teeth as he circles around you to stand behind you.

“Your feet need to be wider than your shoulders,” he grumbles, using his foot to push yours further apart. Your breath hitch when his palm touches your upper back, “And your back needs to be straight,” with light pressure, he glides it down your spine and rests briefly on your lower back, right above your tail, “Hips need to be centered,” he slides his hand to your hip, firmly gripping it and putting it in the right position.

His touch leaves your body for a moment, allowing you to breath correctly for a few inhales, then returns with his body closer than he’s ever been, well, if you don’t count that one spar moment... Both his hands are on you this time, one on your hip and the other on your bicep, raising it so the bow was chest level, “There.” He whispers, “This is the proper form.”

It was hard to hear him or was it hard to focus? Either way the sound of your heart beating wildly in your chest was making it difficult. It was uncomfortable, you’ll much rather welcome deafening silence than this. Anything would be more welcoming than clammy hands and a flushed heat spreading throughout your body.

His breath fans your neck, causing goosebumps to form and you couldn’t help but to slightly turn your head to peak at him. No surprise his face was as serious as he took this training. You wonder what he looked like when he smiled? Then that made you wonder if he ever smiled and if he didn’t, would it kill him to do it once?

Doesn’t have to be at you. Though, lately you wouldn’t mind… but in general, he was so uptight.

Neteyam could feel your eyes on him, with one small turn of his head, he could be staring into them. The thought alone makes him queasy, so actually doing it might make him feel worse, “Shoot the bow.” He forces himself to focus on the training, albeit he was probably a little ahead of himself when he touched you a little more intimate than necessary minutes ago.

“Okay.” You whisper, sweeping your eyes over his face one last second before looking at the target too. You suck in sharply, exhaling in a chuckle. You will never get used to be able to breath without coughing, never. Quickly, you let the string go and time slows between you both, his hands gripping you on impulse then releases.

A loud thud echos around the area, and you stare at the target in disbelief. It hit dead in the center, you had to be hallucinating. Dropping the bow, you turn abruptly, smiling so wide your cheeks start to hurt just a little already, “Did you see that?!” your hands find placement on his shoulders as you peer up at him.

There it was, a silver of a smile. It wasn’t much, but it was proof that he could be anything but mr. stick up his ass.

“Good job,” he praises, face free of any stress he’s been holding, “Now you may rest.” He steps back from you and head in the direction of Hometree.

You cheer at that, quickly picking up your bow and chasing after him. The soft ground against your feet and the soft wind grazing your skin was two of the things you loved about pandora. It filled you with joy, never really having the chance to experience it before.

Gazing at his broad back, an overwhelming desire consumed you—to have a conversation with him, not just about your training, but to truly get to know him. Despite having train with him over the months, he ensures a distance remain, intentionally keeping it that way.

Feeling a sense of detachment and longing to understand the ways of the Na'vi, it becomes challenging when your teacher and his mother consistently give you the cold shoulder. Perhaps that is why it feels even harder for you, knowing deep down they are silently judging you, assessing your worth, and viewing you primarily as one of the sky people, failing to see your true potential.

It kills you. These are the only two individuals within the Sully family, along with a few other Na'vi in the clan, who have not yet to warm up to you. You often find solace in seeking out Jake since he relates the most and when he is not available, Kiri, as she understood you first.

The most interesting fact wasn’t even that. It was that Mo'at has gradually grown closer to you. She finds you bearable and recognizes your potential in healing after discovering you engrossed in a sky person's book one day. When you explained its contents and significance, she actually encourages you to learn healing in the ways of the Na'vi—to become adept like her people.

Since that important moment, your excitement has been growing stronger. In addition to your regular training with Neteyam, you eagerly look forward to immersing yourself in the fascinating world of Na'vi healing techniques. Understanding how Na'vi bodies work is something that truly captivates you. Sometimes you turn to Norm for guidance, even though he doesn't know everything. It makes him feel good when you include him in your learning process.

He jokingly mentions that you could be an amazing doctor if you were back on Earth.

Just the thought of becoming a doctor fills you with immense happiness. It feels like a dream come true, something you can't quite believe is within your reach. People even started calling you "Doctor" as a playful nickname, and it always brings a blush to your cheeks and a smile to your face.

However, as you approach Hometree, your spirits momentarily dampen. You witness Neteyam walk away quickly, leaving behind a lingering sense of sadness. It hurts to think that he wants to distance himself from you immediately. You weren’t a disease, at least not anymore. And even if you were, you still had feelings.

Before you have the chance to dwell on these emotions, you jolt when someone playfully jumps on your back, nearly causing you to lose your balance. The familiar laughter that follows is contagious, and you instantly recognize the source: Kiri. You return her excitement, "Kiri, you nearly knocked me off my feet," you tease, gently shrugging her off to face her directly.

"Sorry, doc. I haven't seen you since this morning," she apologizes, linking her arms with yours in a comforting gesture. "I think you called it separation anxiety before."

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips as she gives you a playful shove before pulling you closer. "You're not supposed to agree!" she pouts, her eyes filled with mock disappointment. You can't help but laugh at her adorable expression. "But how was the training?"

Her question sparks excitement within you, and your face lights up with joy. "I actually think I've discovered a hidden talent for archery. It seems I'm more skilled with a bow than in hand-to-hand combat," you share enthusiastically. As she guides you towards her home, a mix of anticipation and unease settles in your stomach. You know that entering her family's hut means facing her mother, and your relationship has always been strained. "Wait, Kiri," you try to pull away, but her unexpected strength surprises you, despite her smaller frame.

"That was quick. So, does that means you will learn to hunt now?" she asks, holding the flap of the hut open and leading you inside. As you step in, your eyes meet Neytiri's, who sits at the center of the hut, skillfully folding meat into leaves. She acknowledges Kiri's presence with a nod, her gaze briefly shifting towards you, filled with curiosity and a hint of skepticism. Neytiri questions Kiri about the meaning behind her statement as she continues with her task.

"Doc over here has shown great skill with the bow. It looks like Neteyam and her will hunting next," Kiri proudly announces your progress, a sense of pride evident in her voice as if you were her own kin. "No surprise!" she adds, unable to contain her delight.

Neytiri lets out a dismissive scoff, her face revealing a lack of amusement. She averts her gaze, refusing to acknowledge your achievements. "She's no doctor. She's not Na'vi. Her skill is nothing more than luck," she grumbles, returning her focus to the meticulous task of folding meat, seemingly unimpressed.

You tighten your hold on Kiri, your eyes locking in a silent plea for her to leave, but she remains rooted in place, visibly displeased by her mother's words. "She is a doctor. She possesses knowledge and skill like one, and if you took the time to know her instead of judging her, you would see it too." Kiri's voice carries a rare heat, her glare burning with determination. "Why can't you learn to accept her, just like you did with Dad?"

After Kiri expresses her frustration, she pulls you away from the hut, leading you back in the direction of the lab. It before the transfer, you still spend your days at the lab, as your connection with the native Na'vi remains unchanged. The realization saddens you deeply. Eywa has granted you a remarkable opportunity—a chance to immerse yourself in the ways of the Na'vi.

However, their resistance and unwillingness to embrace you weigh heavily on your heart. It doesn't matter that Eywa herself played a role in your presence here; the history of conflict between the sky people and the Na'vi still lingers with animosity towards the sky people that taints their perception.

“I’m sorry bout her…” Kiri breaks the silence you didn’t know blanketed you both, apologizing again on her mother behalf, which she does more often unfortunately. She’s ahead of you by a few feet, back turnt so you can’t see her expression but her ears flat against her head told you want you needed. She felt bad, possibly for putting you in that position again or could be something else, “I—“

You interrupt her, firmly holding her hand in yours. "I understand, Kiri," you respond, the lab coming into view. However, what truly matters to you in this moment is acknowledging your best friend's feelings. "I hate to admit that I've grown accustomed to it, but I'm grateful to have you looking out for me."

She releases your hand and playfully pushes you. "As if that's even in question. Now come on, I want to say hi to Mom," she urges, hastening towards the lab door. You both wait for a moment as Norm and Max navigate their way inside before entering. Kiri goes straight to Grace, while you settle down at one of the large computers, clicking on a simulator application.

Throughout the years, Max had been kind enough to develop a simulator of sorts, primarily for medical purposes. It allows you to practice and train, given that you can't directly attend to humans or the Na'vi. Some individuals, especially pregnant Na'vi whose anxiety is heightened due to hormonal changes, still maintain a level of caution around you, even when you're in the presence of Mo'at.

You played through 3 simulations successfully and as you were on your 4th, a voice behind you spoke, “That’s gross.” Instantly you recognized the voice to be Spider, and where spider was, Lo’ak was too.

Shaking your head, you pause the pregnancy birth simulator to spin around, looking at him tauntingly, “Then you can relate.” smiling, you get up from the chair, “except birth is beautiful and you’re just gross, now that I think bout it.”

Spider blinks before opening his mouth, about to reply but Lo’ak stops him, patting his chest with smirk on his lips, “Take the L, bro. You won’t win.” Spider slumps his shoulders at his comment, frowning as he looks off with a defeated expression.

You humph at Spider, then look at Lo’ak, “What trouble are you getting into today?” You ask, already knowing how Lo’ak and Spider worked since before you got your avatar. The could definitely get into it by themselves but the more the merry was much more fun. Your hunch was correct when a wicked smile spreads across his face, looking at you with mischief.

“You haven’t had the chance to really explore pandora life yet,” he starts, only to be cut off by a laughing Spider, grin matching Lo’ak’s,

“You saw only a small portion of pandora when you transferred, we thought you might want to come along to watch some animals for the first time?” He adds, waiting for your reply, briefly looking off to the side when Kiri comes along.

She strides over to you, leaning back onti the table of the computer and frowns with a shake of her head, “That doesn’t sound like a good idea,” she explains to them, looking at you, “This is dangerous.”

And you considered her words. You did. But only shortly. Spider and Lo’ak were right. You’ve been so busy with training with both Mo’at and Neteyam that you neglected actually exploring pandora when you now could. So it may be dangerous, but it was a chance you needed to take before being thrown back into more teachings.

“Okay. I’ll be down.” You turn back to the computer to shut it off and jump happily from your seat. Giving Kiri a an amused smile, you decide to ease her concerns. A worried expression doesn’t look good on her, “You can come along, yknow? To look out for me.”

Kiri scoffs off to the side with an eye roll, pushing herself off the table, “As if I was going to let you go by yourself to begin with.” She gestures with her head to Lo’ak, “Go on, lead the way.”

The trek to where ever they were leading you was amazing. Being stuck inside almost all your life have been nothing compared to what was outside all this time. Pandora was beautiful, you kept giving distracted and sidetracked, wanting to play with the fauna on the way. Like a toddler getting to explore for the first time , you eyes blown wide in adoration. You wanted to see everything!

“Keep up, [Name],” Lo’ak reminds you, a good five meters away, “We’re almost there!”

“Okay! I’m coming.” You get up from your crouch position, jogging over to Kiri, who is waiting for you. Giving her a smile, you grab her outreached hand and let her drag you to where the others have finally stopped, “Are we there?” You ask, letting go of Kiri's hand and brushing past Lo’ak's large frame to enter a clearing.

“Not yet,” Lo’ak grumbles, walking over to you and pointing to a large tree, “We have to start climbing now. The animal we’re going to see is dangerous. High ground is safe.” He stalks towards the tree, Spider in tow.

You don’t budge from your spot as you eye the intimidating tree, chewing on the inside of your cheek. There is only one time you have had to climb a tree, and that was when you first transferred.

It’s safe to say it didn’t end well. You didn’t break anything, but the fall was deep and you’ve been dreading having to do it again. Especially with the knowledge that it is common among forest Na’vi, who do it almost daily.

Kiri sees your dazed expression and she can’t help but chuckle to herself before clapping in your face, successfully grabbing your attention, “Baby steps, you got this.” She walks away, easily climbing the tree.

You feel like you're going to regret this as you watch her move gracefully, but you had brace yourself mentally when you approach the tree. Looking up it at the others, even Spider as they all look down at you in wait.

Quickly you inhale sharply and exhale slowly more slowly to calm your nerves and soon start to climb, struggling due to the thick width of the tree. But by Eywa, you make it to where the others are, and they smile at you proudly. Your face flushes at the attention, "Would you guys cut it out!"

The trio says nothing, only rolling their eyes before jumping to another tree branch with such speed and grace that you momentarily forget you're now part of their world as you stumble to keep balance. You know better than to look down, as you're still getting used to your new body and don't want to experience the same vertigo you felt the last time.

To your surprise, you managed to keep pace with the agile trio, gradually finding your rhythm and becoming more at ease with your movements. It was an exhilarating experience to effortlessly match their steps and mimic their fluid motions.

Amazement washed over you as you reveled in your newfound abilities. The ease with which you moved and the unhindered breaths you took left you in awe. Moving through the environment felt natural and effortless, as if you were born to be part of this world. It was a sensation that surpassed any dream you could have imagined, a reality more enchanting than your wildest fantasies.

Again, you find yourself in a precarious situation as the three of them come to a sudden halt just as you hop onto the branch they're perched on. Before you can utter a word, Lo'ak silences you with a gentle press of his finger against his lips. He motions for you to draw nearer, and you cautiously comply.

As you stand beside him, he crouches down low, his hand pointing downwards. Your breath catches in your throat as you contemplate the daunting task of looking down. However, you muster up the courage, knowing that if you were to slip and fall, they would make an effort to catch you.

You gaze in awe at the majestic Hammerhead Titanothere, a name coined by the sky people to describe these magnificent creatures. Everything in Pandora seemed to be on a grand scale, and it fascinated you. While you had some understanding of this before your transfer, experiencing it firsthand as an avatar made it even more astonishing.

Eager to get a closer look, you inch your way along a slender branch, oblivious to its slight bend under your weight. "They're so adorable!" you exclaim, your voice filled with admiration as you watch the playful antics of the baby Titanothere.

Suddenly, Spider appears behind you, and a loud snap reverberates through the area, sending shivers down your spine. Within seconds, Spider is calling out your name, but it's Lo'ak who acts swiftly, grasping your arm and knocking Kiri off balance, forcing her to cling desperately to the branch for dear life.

"Kiri!" you cry out, realizing that the attention of the Titanothere has now shifted to the four of you. Their heads lower menacingly, ready to charge. "Pull me up! Pull me up!" you plead, reaching out to grab Lo'ak with your other arm. Your priority is to reach Kiri. Although Spider is helping, the weight difference between him and Kiri makes it impossible for him to lift her to safety alone.

Finally, with Lo'ak's assistance, you regain your balance on the branch. Without wasting a moment, all of you rush towards Kiri just as the Titanothere relentlessly ram into the tree. "Shit!" Spider curses, clutching your shirt with one hand while trying to support Kiri with the other.

Kiri winces in pain as she's yanked up, her leg scraping against the rough surface in the process. Holding onto her tightly, the three of you scramble down to the base of the tree, seeking shelter from the thunderous blows reverberating through the air.

Spider's face contorts with fear as he points out the deep gash on Kiri's calf. Panic surges within you as you realize the severity of her injury.

"Kiri's hurt!" Spider exclaims, his voice trembling with concern.

Your mind races, desperately searching for a solution. "We need to get back to highcamp," you say, your voice laced with urgency. "Maybe if we wait there, the Titanothere will lose interest in us." You glance at Lo'ak, seeking his agreement. He clings to the tree, his expression cautious.

"I've never been the target of a Titanothere before," Lo'ak whispers, his voice barely audible amidst the chaos. "Let try it…" Another resounding impact shakes the ground, emphasizing the imminent danger that surrounds you.

After what feels like an eternity, the relentless assault of the Titanothere subsides. The massive creatures gradually retreat, their thunderous footsteps fading into the distance. Exhausted and relieved, you and your companions make your way back to highcamp, treading carefully through the dense foliage.

Entering the familiar hut, a wave of unease washes over you as you find Neytiri, Jake, and Neteyam gathered inside. Their expressions reveal deep concern as they take in the sight of Kiri's injured leg.

Jake's voice carries a mix of worry and authority as he demands an explanation, his arms enveloping Kiri gently as he eases her down onto a comfortable mat. His eyes search for answers, and he turns to Lo'ak, his gaze filled with expectation. "Tell me what happened," he implores, his tone urgent.

Lo'ak takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of responsibility, and proceeds to recount the events. "We thought it would be a good idea to show [Name] a Titanothere from a safe distance," he explains, briefly glancing at Neteyam, who shoots him a disapproving look, "[Name] lost her footing, and I rushed to help. Then Kiri slipped and got her injury while we were trying to help her."

Neytiri, having heard enough, rises from attending to Kiri's wound. Her gaze locks onto you, her expression of anger as she confronts you with a sharp hiss, baring her teeth threateningly, "So, this is your doing?" she accuses, her voice filled with frustration.

"Neytiri!" Jake's feeble attempt to diffuse the tension only adds to the chaos, as her fury distorts her gestures into confused jabs.

"No! A demon like you has no place near our children! It was a mistake to trust you!" Neytiri inches closer, her piercing gaze penetrating your very being. Lo'ak steps forward, assuming a defensive stance, ready to shield you from the torrent of her wrath.

"But that's not true!" Lo'ak's voice rings out with defiance, his unwavering loyalty burning bright, while you stand there, your heart pounding in your chest, aching with a mixture of guilt and despair. It feels as if the fragile bond your tried to build is quickly crumbling into irreparable pieces, and the weight of it all threatens to consume you.

"What were you thinking?!" Neteyam's voice reverberates through the tense silence as he took a bold step forward, his eyes fixed on you. The usually calm and composed warrior now leaks of an intensity that caught everyone off guard.

Stunned and at a loss for words, you stood frozen in place, your heart sinking with each passing moment. How did the situation escalate to this point? It felt as if the entire weight of Pandora's disapproval was bearing down on you, even though you were not the originator of the ill-fated idea.

Neteyam's voice carried a hint of accusation as he continues, his words laced with a mixture of anger and concern, "You're untrained. Your recklessness could have gotten her killed—all of them killed!"

Lo'ak interjects, cutting off Neteyam before he could say more, “She could have been killed too! Be thankful that neither of them are.”

Neytiri scoffs dismissively, rolling her eyes at her son's defense, "She is not part of our family. Her life holds no significance to us."

Gasps are heard all around the room, faces morphing into expressions of anger and sadness, while yours is filled with mortification at the notion of your insignificance. You didn’t matter to them. The realization that you are deemed disposable by those you hoped to gain acceptance from sends a wave of terror coursing through your veins, shattering any remaining illusions of belonging.

Lo'ak and Kiri immediately protest against their mother's callous statement. Their impassioned words, however, fall on deaf ears thanks to Neytiri's indifference. The ringing in your ears grows louder, pulsating with the ache in your chest.

Spider's firm grasp anchors you, pulling you back from the tumultuous emotions swirling around the hut. His expression reflects the gravity of the situation, mirroring the somber atmosphere that hangs heavy in the air. In that moment, you find solace in his presence, yearning to seek refuge within his small, comforting frame, away from the chaos that surrounds you.

Jake's voice breaks through the tension, "Alright, that's enough. Spider, [Name], why don't you both head back to base? I'll come visit you later." His furrowed brow reflects his dissatisfaction with the current situation, yet he takes the lead in guiding you out of the hut, despite your weakened state.

As you slowly retreat, Kiri's voice pierces the air, carrying a palpable sense of worry and remorse, "[Name], Spider," she calls out, her eyes fixed upon your diminishing figures, her voice a whispered plea for understanding and reconciliation.

Lo'ak emits a low growl from deep within his chest, his gaze locked on your form. Frustration and anger course through him, fueling his resolve to challenge the injustice of the moment. He lets out a a resounding declaration when you both disappear behind the hut flap, "This is bullshit."

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Dramamine—Part 4

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Nick Ruffilo

Series Summary: Cynical, brooding bartender Nick meets too-earnest, pretty boy singer Noah when The Rabbit's Foot starts hosting an open mic night.

CW: angst, hints at past trauma, Noah being pushy and kind of annoying and not taking the fucking hint, mention of death

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NOAH’S POV

It’s been 6 days since Noah last spoke to Nick. It’s been 6 days since, mid-hookup, Nick stormed out of Noah’s apartment abruptly and without an explanation.

At least he said he was sorry before he slammed Noah’s door, shaking the room and extending the crack above the door frame. Even so, Noah can’t keep himself from replaying the night in his head, trying to figure out what went wrong. Was it him? What had he done? How does he fix it?

He tried texting him, but when enough texts went unanswered, he decided to cut his losses. He can leave Nick alone if that’s what he wants.

It’s only been a few weeks since they met, but the thought of not having Nick around turns his stomach. He had cracked what seemed to be an impossibly tough exterior, and he thought they were both having fun. He thought Nick liked him too, but just as soon as he was in Noah’s life, he was gone.

His absence aches, leaving something painful and hollow in Noah’s gut. Nick’s tea mug had been left untouched on the coffee table for days—Noah couldn’t quite bring himself to move it to the kitchen and rinse it out. He’d love to say it didn’t have an effect on him when he came home from work to find it had been washed and placed back in the cabinet, but his heart sank.

He changes his mind. If Nick wants to be left alone, he’ll have to tell Noah as much or block him.

Please Nicky, I just want to know if you’re okay.

The text goes unanswered again. He doesn’t know what he expected.

The thought of going to The Rabbit’s Foot to have Nick ignore him straight to his face doesn’t sound appealing to him at all, but he doesn’t want to let himself be pushed out. With or without the promise of seeing Nick at the end of the night, he’s loved doing the open mic nights.

He doesn’t want to let Nick stop him. Against his better judgment, he hopes that after he plays, he’ll be able to pull Nick aside for a talk. It’s wishful thinking, but it’s the same wishful thinking that’s kept him going for this past week. Goddammit, he barely even knows Nick, but he feels like he’s flailing not knowing what’s going on with him. He really did mean it when he said he just wants to know if he’s okay.

When he steps through the door, he sees something he hasn’t seen once in the weeks he’s been coming here. His stomach drops. Behind the bar, there’s no Nick. There’s Jolly and there’s the bouncing barback and there’s some guy he doesn’t recognize, pouring Guinness more shamefully than he’s ever seen. Nick would hate seeing that, but Nick isn’t here.

Noah wonders if it’s his fault but pushes the thought away, can’t allow himself to get caught up in it. He can’t let himself spiral out about it. He just had really hoped Nick would be here, if only so he would know that he’s okay.

It’s agony.

“Hey, you’re up there next,” he’s taken out of his thoughts when Jolly sneaks up on him, a strong hand on his shoulder.

He wants nothing more than to ask about Nick. Second to that, he wants to get the fuck out of this bar and never come back to The Rabbit’s Foot again.

“Thanks, man,” he says instead.

He wants to go home, but he won’t. He’ll go up there, he’ll introduce himself, he’ll sing his song. He’ll pretend he’s not being torn up by Nick’s nagging absence.

Because the thing is, once Noah starts playing, it becomes clear to him how much he’s grown to rely on Nick’s presence here. He’s become dependent on Nick’s bright blue-grey eyes burrowing into his fucking skull, how the focus he places on not getting distracted has made him better. He remembers all the chords he had fucked up or missed altogether that first night, when Nick stormed out for whatever reason it was. He didn’t ask. He’s noticing himself missing them now—his voice is cracking. He feels humiliated. He wishes Nick was here. Nick should be here.

He just has to make it through the song.

There’s no blame for how our love did slowly fade And now that it’s gone, it’s like it wasn’t there at all And here I rest, where disappointment and regret Collide Lying awake at night

Blinking back his tears, it’s clear he picked the wrong one.

It takes all of his resolve not to bolt out the door when he’s done, but he’s feeling brave. More so, he’s feeling like if he doesn’t get an explanation soon, he’ll lose his mind.

His nerves spike as he approaches the bar, especially as the barback spots him and fails to hide the narrowing of his eyes. He wonders what he knows. He wonders what Nick told him.

“Hey, um—” Noah starts when he’s in front of the bar, ignoring the other bartender completely. The barback looks at him expectantly, a little irritated, and it makes him feel uneasy. “I’m sorry, I never caught your name.”

“I’m Nick,” he answers, and Noah has to stop himself from laughing as he raises an eyebrow. “Folio. You get Yuengling, right?”

“I do, but I wanted to ask you about something, actually.”

He’s suddenly more nervous than ever, as Folio fixes him with a look of disgust. He wishes he’d never come here tonight, and especially that he never came up to the bar. But he’s come this far, and he’ll keep going, even as upset as he feels that maybe Folio knows something about him that he doesn’t.

“If you’re looking for Nick, no one has seen him since he took you home last week,” Folio tells him, and a shiver runs down Noah’s spine. It’s worse than he thought. “I don’t know what you did, but no one can get more than a ‘no’ from him when we ask about work or if he’s okay.”

He wants to say that he didn’t do anything wrong and then leave. He feels tears welling up and threatening to fall, and he feels mortified. But he really needs to find out what’s going on. He hates thinking that he involuntarily, maybe, ruined Nick’s life.

He sticks with the exact truth, instead. He sticks with oversharing to a stranger. He tells Folio fucking everything.

“Does he not like guys, or—” Noah starts to ask. He’s horrified to even bring it up. He finds the whole ordeal mortifying enough. “I just can’t figure out where I went wrong.”

“Honestly, Noah, I was surprised you made it as far as you did with him,” Jolly interjects. Noah had no idea he’d been listening in and his cheeks heat. “He hasn’t really liked anyone or anything for years. Not since Jazz.”

He wonders if Jolly should be telling him this. He almost regrets asking, but he needs to know who Jazz is and what happened to make him like this. He needs to know why everything went from fine to disastrous in the blink of an eye.

“What happened with Jazz?” he asks, and Jolly’s shaking his head as soon as he’s done asking.

“Not for me to tell you. You’ll have to ask Nick.”

But he can’t ask Nick. Nick won’t respond to his fucking texts, but he’s always been persuasive. He leaves the bar with Nick’s address scrawled on a bar napkin, and he feels like a stalker. Maybe he kind of is, but he feels more hopeful than he has in a week.

Nick looks like a wreck when he pulls the door open. Noah peers past him into the apartment, and it’s even worse. He doubts he’s gone outside since the moment he stepped foot back in, and he doubts he’s slept much either, if he goes off the deep blue circles beneath his eyes.

“What are you doing here, Noah?” Nick asks, sounding exhausted. He expected anger or distaste when he showed up at Nick’s door unannounced, but he never could have anticipated the look and sound of defeat he’s met with instead.

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay. No one’s heard from you and—” Noah starts saying, but decides to get on with it instead. He figures the best way to get his answer is to cut to the chase. “Jolly and Folio told me about Jazz.”

“They wouldn’t have.” Nick says, rolling his eyes. He’s right enough.

“So you got dumped, Nick—”

He stops before he can say the rest, because Nick growls in a way that scares him a little, makes him feel fucking ill. When Noah meets his eyes, there’s a fiery anger that, even from one of the grouchiest people he’s ever met, shocks him. He half expects the door to be slammed in his face.

“Oh, they really didn’t tell you shit,” Nick starts. This is where the disgust Noah was expecting was hiding. “Jasmine is fucking dead, Noah.”

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Alastor's dissapearance (Part 4)

Whoa, writer's block is finally gone?! No way!! Anyway, I'm sorry it's such a short chapter after such a long wait. This isn't the last chapter! I have a few more ideas I'd like to write that follow this timeline. It may be a little OOC, but I find it a little difficult to write vulnerable Alastor... Hope you enjoy anyhow, and stick around for more!! Thank you all for the support! <3

Part 3

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She didn’t dare cry, because how could she? She wouldn’t let her emotions over a guy she hadn’t seen in seven years affect her ability to work or protect her subjects. She wouldn’t allow herself to feel, at the very least until she figured out a way to minimize the impact of the exorcism that was coming in only a few months. She was a very busy woman, after all.

A week passed since, but It didn’t take long for it to reach Rosie’s ears that he had stepped foot back into Cannibal Town.

Alastor walked casually, a hand rested behind his back while the other held his cane. He could feel the stares of judgment from the cannibals burning into his skull. Usually, he wouldn’t give less of a damn, but the guilt that had been rotting him from the inside out was growing with each cold glance.

Eventually, he reached Rosie’s Emporium. It was fairly early in the morning, and the building was still closed. He knocked thrice, hoping a certain white-haired cannibal overlord would open the door.

His silent prayers to himself had been answered and his smile became a little more genuine as Rosie came to the door. She didn’t look thrilled to see him. She held back an annoyed groan and instead opted for a tired sigh. “What are you doing here, Alastor?”

“I believe I owe you an apology,” he answered, his voice annoyed her.

Rosie had to admit that Alastor looked different. More vulnerable, in a weird way, despite still having his usual smile plastered on his face. “Please leave. I don’t have time for this. Besides, don’t you have that little hotel to tend to?” Rosie attempted to close the door, but Alastor wedged his cane between the gap and made it impossible to.

“I fear our long-awaited reunion didn’t go to either of our expectations. I do not want our friendship to falter over a silly miscommunication, so please allow us to try again.”

“You disappeared for seven years and couldn’t even send me a letter regarding your return. That isn’t just a silly miscommunication, you’re just being an inconsiderate asshole.” Rosie’s tone wasn’t angry or sad anymore. Instead, it was stern, numb of any other emotion. This was her way of protecting herself.

Alastor’s ears flattened against his head. He didn’t want to act desperate. He had an image to maintain after all, and he was still standing in public. But he needed Rosie to hear him out or he’d never forgive himself. “I brought you something… As a show of good nature. I’m not here to start a fight or hurt you like I did before.”

Appearing in his hand from a cloud of dark smoke was a small bouquet, roses to be exact. He wasn’t a very creative gift-giver.

Rosie stared at him for a moment, taking the bouquet. She gave a deep sigh and opened the door fully. “Very well.”

“Thank you.” Alastor quickly took the moment to enter the emporium before Rosie changed her mind.

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They entered the staff room and sat down on the couch beside each other. Alastor’s eye twitched ever so slightly as he saw Rosie’s new radio sitting on the coffee table. To him, it was an abomination. How dare someone add a TV screen to a radio? But he couldn’t bring it up now, or he’d lose his chance to mend things with Rosie.

“Say what you have to say now, Alastor,” Rosie began, picking up a cup of coffee she had left so she could answer the door.

Alastor paused. He had a lot he wanted to say. He wanted to give her an explanation on why he left, but even the thought made the invisible chains on his neck squeeze tighter.

“I’m… Sorry, Rosie. I truly am,” he finally managed to say. “I allowed my pride” —that really stung to say out loud— “get to my head and distract me from what actually mattered.”

Rosie listened intently, taking a sip of her coffee. She almost choked on it when Alastor suddenly took one of her hands in both of his.

“You are one of the most important people in my hellish existance. One of my only true friends. Back at the meeting, I did feel remorse. Trust me, I did. But I was unaware how badly my disappearance had affected you, and I responded incorrectly.”

He let go of her hands and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He hated this feeling of vulnerability, he wasn’t used to it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t send you a letter… It’s inexcusable, but it truly did slip my mind. I promise you, from now on, I will keep in touch. Maybe we can go back to having our bi-weekly walks? What do you say?”

Rosie blinked, feeling conflicted. This was a side of him she’d never seen before. She was still upset, of course, an apology won’t fix the years of hurt he caused, but it was a start.

A small smile appeared on her face and she opened her arms, inviting him for a hug. He looked at her, his permanent smile finally reaching his eyes with genuine joy. He hugged her, and she hugged tighter.

“So… Is this forgiveness, my dear?”

“It’s definitely a start…”

“Thank you.”

They broke the hug, and Alastor’s eyes drifted towards the radio on the table. “Now, if I may ask, why did you purchase such an abomination?”

“Alastor.”

"Apologies."

#radiorose #platonic radiorose #alastor and rosie #rosie and alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin rosie #angst #hurt/comfort

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: ̗̀➛ Sparks and Cursed Shadows

˗ˏˋ hello again, dear reader ˎˊ˗ Here is my new series :3

Chapter One

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Pairings: Satoru Gojo x afab!reader x Suguru Geto

A/N: hehehe I am so excited for this one. I've already written 20k words and are planning on posting once a week. I usually write these for myself and will almost always make the reader afab, however, I am always open to requests and can write for any gender. As always, thanks for reading my brain rot :3

Summary: Years had passed since you last saw him—the formidable sorcerer, Satoru Gojo, with his innate six eyes, your old classmate, and first love. When Suguru Geto decided to part ways with Jujutsu High and abandon sorcery altogether, you went with him, both of you unintentionally breaking Satoru's heart. Now, after years and years, your heart aches as Suguru, your now lover, succumbs to the ancient curse of Kenjaku. Suguru—no—Kenjaku threatens to kill Suguru inside of his own mind if you do not confront your once-beloved Satoru Gojo, killing him to bring balance back to the world of curses.

Warnings: (current, may change throughout the story) **Possible Anime/Manga spoilers throughout** PSTD, Death, depression, angst, possessiveness, jealousy, uneven power dynamics (obviously because Gojo is the strongest), eventual lemon/smut, slowburn, right person wrong time, friends to lovers to enemies to lovers again, touch starved, unprotected first time, virgin!reader, virgin!gojo, betrayal, possible pregnancy (undecided but will make it cute, not annoying), fuckboy!gojo, kind of poly!reader (she loves them both at the same time), gore/blood/violence scenes that will be graphic

Word Count: 8.5k

Monday, July 9th 2018

“Do you want to go see Human Earthworm 3?” Mahito annoyingly leans into your shoulder hoping that Suguru won’t see him pestering you. You roll your eyes internally and move your head to the left a little now that Mahito is blocking all the sunlight. He sits in the beach chair next to you after he realizes you’re not going to answer him. “Oh c’mon, Geto has you on such a tight leash it’ll be fun.” He says this in a sing-song voice hoping to get you on-board.

You scoff and try to ignore his childlike teasing and pull your sunglasses down from the top of your head to block your eyes from Mahito in hopes of getting him to leave you alone.

“No one will even see me so it’ll be like you’re seeing the movie alone. No need to be embarrassed.” He adds hoping this would somehow change your mind. Ugh, he was so aggravating. You remember when Suguru introduced you to Mahito, the patch-faced, human-like curse. You initially thought he was cute until he opened his mouth. Nothing has changed since then, he’s just gotten more and more under your skin.

“Enough Mahito,” Suguru interjects and is suddenly standing over the two of you with his arms crossed. His voice made it seem like he was unbothered by the situation entirely but his body language read a little differently. Mahito slumps back into the beach chair with a clear frown plastered across his face. “Y/N, can you come with me please.” He doesn’t look at you when he says this. Instead, he turns on his heel and walks towards the floating door in the middle of the sand. You were in Dagon’s beach domain. It was mostly relaxing and this was where most of you spent your time in hiding these days.

“What is it?” You ask as the two of you approach the door. You avoid his blatant eye contact. Lately, you’ve been having a really hard time looking at the man you love because that's just it; He isn’t the man you love, well, not anymore. One day last year he came back from a “mission” extremely injured with stitches across his head. He said that he was no longer Suguru Geto but instead a man by the name of Kenjaku. At first, you thought that the injury on his head made him lose his memory but soon you realized he had been possessed by a curse that you had no idea how to exorcise. He stopped touching you and acted like he barely knew who you were and became very serious-natured. Suguru was never this cold. He tried to imitate his love for you but you knew better. It was all a facade. After all, he had told you the truth, that man was no longer Suguru Geto. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to mourn him or save him. You chose the latter and never gave up hope that one day you would get him back. You knew he was still in there, somewhere. Until then, you would do whatever he wanted you to do. It was like you were his slave. You would cry yourself to sleep at night almost every night since. Your Suguru was no longer there to hold you close, to tell you how much he loved you, to have you by his side. You were no longer of importance to him.

Only once had you attempted to exorcise him. That was the day you almost died. He was too strong and you got the only evidence you needed that he was still in there, trapped inside his own body. His body betrayed Kenjaku and didn’t allow him to hurt you anymore. Suguru had stopped himself from killing you.

“There is something I need from you.” He shuffles his hands awkwardly. Seeing him come off so confident is weird, although his body language betrays him whenever he speaks to you. In the beginning, it was tough to watch but now, you're just numb to it. God, you wish he’d just get on with it so this conversation could be over. It still hurts and you feel your tears threaten to spill. Now all your relationship was was transactions. You stayed close because you loved him and he took advantage of that. “I need you to kill Satoru Gojo.” Your heart sinks at his request. You had secretly hoped that Kenjaku wouldn’t find out who Satoru was or who he was to you and Suguru but several months ago Kenjaku had devised a plan to trap Satoru. That plan you could live with but this? Satoru’s name still sounded foreign on his pseudo-Suguru’s tongue. Your mind flashes to Satoru’s ocean-blue eyes and his cocky but warm smile. How could he say that about his best friend? Your best friend? He probably had this planned this whole time. You were being naive. It was probably because Satoru posed a serious threat to him. How could you forget that Satoru was the strongest Sorceror? You couldn’t, but instead, you just wished he wasn’t.

“I thought we planned to trap him in the prison realm, that’s what you said!” Your voice betrays you now and you’re not trying to shout but you are. You’re upset and visibly so, why is he saying all of this?

“We’re not certain the prison realm will be enough to hold Satoru Gojo, after all, he is the strongest.” He laughs and you just scoff at his words in disbelief. If Suguru heard himself say this he would be so heartbroken. It had been years since you saw him, the strongest sorcerer, the man who held the innate gift of the six eyes, your old classmate, your first love, Satoru Gojo. Almost ten years to be exact. He would be almost 30 now. So much has changed since then. You wondered if he remembered you and if he thought of you as much as you thought of him.

“I can’t. I won’t-” your voice cracks, “-do that.” The tears from earlier start to spill now. You had hoped that running away with Suguru to follow his dream would mean that you would never have to see Satoru again. You were fine with that but this, you weren’t fine with. Your heart would never allow you to kill Satoru Gojo. You weren’t even sure why Suguru was so confident that you could. Maybe because it wasn’t a request from Suguru…

“Yes, you will. If you have any hope of seeing Suguru Geto again you will.” Your eyes flick up to his forehead where you look at him through wet lashes. You look at the stitches that hold his skull together with haste. He’s still in there and you just wanted him back. “You’re the only one out of all of us that has the best chance of getting close to him. After all, he once loved you. Didn’t he?” Your cheeks burn and your stomach drops at his words. You feel like you’re going to be sick. If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know if he once loved you or not. “Even if you don’t kill him, you’re able to get close and weaken him, then we can trap him.”

“Fine.” You wipe the single tear from your cheek and turn to walk away but before you can Kenjaku reaches for your arm and grabs a hold of your wrist tightly making you wince.

“I think you should go with Mahito. It could give you a chance to scope out Satoru’s whereabouts. I hear he has a few students of his own now.” His voice is deep and low making you curious as to why he was whispering. Is this because he doesn’t have faith in the little curses he keeps around him? Are you the only person completely loyal to him? Maybe, you thought. Then your mind wanders to Satoru. You wonder if he’s gotten any taller, his hair any longer, or if he is the same old Satoru. Your lips turn upwards slightly at the thought of his laugh as you leave Suguru and make your way over to Mahito.

“Come on patch-face. We’re going to see your movie.” You throw a towel at him and roll your eyes at the excited face he makes. He reminds you so much of a child and sometimes you don’t know why you can’t stand him.

Later in the day

You arrived at the movie theater and bought one ticket for Human Earthworm 3. Mahito stood next to you eager to get into the theater. There were only a few other people in the theater, a few boys sitting by the front and a lone teenage boy. Good thing you didn’t care about the movie all that much because the boys up front would not shut up. The lone boy sitting at the top left of the theater wore a purple shirt and his dark hair fell over his face. He looked sad but you tried not to think anything of it.

“Should I shut them up?” Mahito leaned over to whisper in your ear. His words were laced with evil and you could hear the smile across his lips. You shiver at his words but try to play it off.

“If you want, I don’t care.” You wave him off with an annoyed sigh. The boy in purple looked up at you and you imagined he thought you were crazy for talking to yourself. Whatever. You had gone through your wallet during the movie and found your old jujutsu high ID card. Yep, just as you thought you were once a grade-one sorcerer. You flip over your ID and run your fingertips over the scratched-up surface. There was a smiley face drawn in Sharpie that was slightly smudged. That’s right, Satoru drew this. You smiled sweetly to yourself at the memory. He was so annoying back then but you adored him and his goofy self. He was somehow always so cocky. He was beautiful though, he was tall and hadn’t completely grown into his height yet. You remember his messy white hair and his angelic blue eyes. You even remember him stealing your ID card and holding it above your head so you couldn’t reach it. He always made it a point to joke with you about being short. He was always so playful with you.

Your mind wanders to something darker as you hold the plastic between your two fingers. Were you really going to have to kill him to bring Suguru back? What if he could help you instead? Did he even still care about you or Suguru enough to do that? This all felt so heavy. Were you even going to be able to kill him if he said no? Kenjaku seemed to think you could. Yes, you were once a very strong sorcerer and if you had to guess you’re probably well past a special grade now but that just means he is too. Even back then Satoru was the strongest, he was a special grade even then. You sigh to yourself. You try to remind yourself that you were the descendant of one of the strongest sorcerers in history. You were part of the Kashimo clan, your great-great-great grandfather was titled the god of lightning. You tried to talk yourself into feeling stronger but it wasn’t helping. The truth is Satoru would kill you in an instant if he wanted to. Maybe because you deserved it and wouldn’t fight back or maybe just because you were weak.

Before you knew it Mahito was bored. He no longer had any interest in the movie and you were snapped out of whatever trance you were just in. He stood up and started walking to the exit but not before completely transmuting all three of the boys who were talking during the entire movie. You roll your eyes and follow him out stuffing your ID card back into your wallet and then into your purse. Such a drama queen.

As you’re walking back to the building where your hideout was you hear someone call out to you. You consider ignoring it but then he yells out, “Hey, you, patch-face with the lady!” Suddenly your eyes widen as you turn around to face the same sad boy from earlier—the one who wore purple and had one side of his face covered by his dark hair.

“Y-you can see him?” You blurt out pointing at Mahito, not even acknowledging that he was going to say something first.

“Yeah, and I also saw what he did to them.” He steps back a little, losing the confidence he just had. He seemed sweet and you knew he wasn’t at all a real threat. Suddenly he seemed sweaty and scared.

“What, were they your friends or something?” Mahito interjects and you allow him to speak to the poor boy. You feel a small drop of water fall on your face and when you look up you notice it's starting to rain. You pull your hood over your head and lean against a wall under an air conditioning unit so you don’t get wet.

“Can I..” he hesitates, “Do that too?” The boy asks while staring down at his feet. There seems to be something troubling him for him to be asking dangerous strangers for help.

“Come on, I’ll show you.” Mahito grins creepily and that was your queue to leave. You didn’t care to listen to him go on and on about curses when he just learned about it not too long ago himself. After all, he was a new curse.

“You two go on without me. Suguru will want to hear about this.” You share one last look at Mahito and the boy before drifting back into the shadows of the alleyway to make your way back to the hideout.

The next day

Mahito tells you that the boy's name is Junpei. He can see and manipulate cursed energy and Mahito has taken it upon himself to personally “train” the boy. You’re slightly annoyed but just happy that Mahito won't be bothering you as much anymore. You tell him to be nice to the boy and that if he hurt him in any way, you’ll kill him. You can’t help it, something about him reminded you of a younger Suguru and it warmed your heart.

Suguru on the other hand didn’t care as much as you thought he would. He was more disappointed to see that you had returned with no news on Satoru’s whereabouts. You promised to go back out today and see what you could find out. You met up with Mahito who happened to be spying on Junpei. Apparently, Junpei had crossed paths with The king of curses, Sukuna’s vessel, Yuji Itadori, a young boy with bright pink hair and a red hood attached to his Jujutsu High uniform. You could feel just how powerful his cursed energy was from a mile back. His aura sent chills down your spine. Everything about Sukuna freaks you out. You’ve only ever heard stories about him as you and Suguru spent a couple of years searching for his twenty fingers. You also remember that your great-great-great grandfather made it his dying wish that one day he would get to fight Sukuna. You guessed that never happened since your grandfather was the one 6 feet under.

“He told him about us,” Mahito says while playing with the ends of his hair and swinging his feet out beneath him. He was sitting on a park tree near where Junpei and Itadori were talking but was careful to be out of sight.

“What do you mean?” You weren’t following what he was saying.

“Junpei told Itadori that he saw us yesterday and described what we looked like. Should we go ahead and kill him to preserve Geto’s plan?”

“No, that would just stir the pot. Maybe this could work in our favor. We got word from Jogo that Sukuna’s vessel was one of Satoru-I mean- Gojo’s students, right?” Now Mahito was the one not following. His face is full of confusion. You flick him in the forehead, “That means that Gojo will come to us stupid. Now we won't have to find him. He isn’t going to send his weaker sorcerers to fight us knowing that we’re multiple special grades.”

“Oh, right!” Mahito smiles and turns to face Junpei once more. “I also fought a blonde sorcerer yesterday! Even more the reason to come.” Mahito sings as he continues to swing his feet humming a tune.

Your heart drops. A blonde sorcerer? Could it be?

“Mahito… this blonde sorcerer…” you start but your voice gets stuck in your throat. “Did you kill him?” Your throat suddenly felt like pins and needles.

“The businessman? No, it was a pretty even match actually and we had to draw.”

Nanamin.. Of course, it was him. You anxiously ran your fingers through your hair. Thank god, he’s still alive. You tried to keep tabs on most of your other old classmates, except Satoru. You thought Nanami quit being a sorcerer but maybe your intel was wrong.

“Please don’t hurt him.” You turn toward Mahito practically begging.

“I never thought I’d hear you say that Y/N! Wow, you are a softy arentcha? Well, either way, I do what I want.” Mahito gets close to your face and smiles. You had about enough of him and were this close to exorcising him right then and there when you noticed Itadori and Junpei leaving. Killing Kenjaku’s favorite curse would have to wait. The two of you continued to follow Itadori and Junpei.

Later that day

You had devised a plan. You overheard Kenjaku and Mahito talking, they were going to use Junpei to create a diversion to see how much control Itadori had over Sukuna, or best case scenario, they were planning on getting control over Sukuna’s vessel themselves.

The whole plan made you sick. Poor Junpei. You knew what you had to do. You had to be there in the shadows to protect Junpei and to leave with Satoru, however you needed to. This was your only hope of saving Suguru.

When you weren’t sleeping in Dagon’s domain, you were in a room over at the motel you were all staying at. You used to share this room with Suguru and you just couldn’t be alone in there anymore, it was too much. You began packing a few of your things when you heard someone knock on your door softly.

“Come in.” You call out to them.

The door opens and when you look up you see Mimiko, her long brunette hair laying at her shoulders and her body language makes it seem like she has been tiptoeing around Kenjaku herself. You can’t believe how much she has grown since you and Suguru found her and her twin sister years ago. For a long time, you all felt like a family. You and Suguru even used to make sweet jokes about how Mimiko and Nanako were your daughters. You once asked Suguru if he thought if you had children together ironically you would also have twin daughters. He chuckled but you knew deep down he never wanted to bring more kids into the world. Sometimes you wish your relationship with him could’ve been different. You would’ve really loved just being about to go on dates and worry about paying rent with your normal careers. Maybe you both would’ve worked at Nanami’s office and made Fridays your movie nights and Tuesdays would be when you invited Shoko, Nanami, and Haibara over for Dinner. Satoru would come sometimes when he wasn’t busy with his new girl of the week. Sadly though, that was all just a dream; but maybe in another life, it wasn’t just a dream.

“It’s just me.” You say and turn to continue packing with a straight face.

“Oh, okay,” she immediately relaxes. “Where are you going?”

You completely ignored her question, you didn’t want her to start getting worked up. “Where is Nanako, I want to say goodbye to the both of you.”

“You’re leaving us? No! You can’t, please don’t leave us here with him.” Her voice cracks and it breaks your heart. They both have been through so much.

You rush over to her to quickly stop her from crying. You lower your voice so that it is above a whisper while you gently rub her shoulder, “It’s okay, it’s not for good. I’m doing this for us Mimiko, I am going to get help so that we can get Suguru back.”

“Really?” She questions while sniffling.

“Yes, but I need to hurry before he notices. Can you cover for me?”

“Well, Nanako is with him…”

“Where?” You say with slight irritation in your voice.

“Upstairs.”

You give her a big hug before making your way up the dirty motel staircase. Luckily, you see Nanako’s blonde hair coming around the corner and she is alone. You run up to her and give her a big hug as well.

“I love you. Tell Mimiko I love her too. She’ll explain everything.” You don’t even give her a chance to ask any questions before taking off down the other side of the outside hallway. You try to be stealthy and quiet but you’re not quiet enough. Suddenly an arm reaches out to you, jolting you to a stop. It was him. His grip made you wince once more.

“And where are you going, Y/N?” He asks with a borderline sinister smile. You shudder as you go to look at him trying your hardest to pretend like everything is fine.

“I’m going on your secret mission, remember? I just said goodbye to our daughters.” You hiss up at him. This time you look directly into his eyes so that he feels your anger.

He didn’t seem to like this, he reached out and grabbed your throat to pull you closer to him. Your teeth clench together and cry out in pain. He’s not quite choking you but he’s holding you hard enough to leave bruises behind.

“Good luck then.” He mutters in your ear. When he pulls away he places a small chaste kiss on your lips making your heart flutter a little. The entire interaction was giving you whiplash. You figured this was his way of saying ‘Don’t betray me or I’ll kill you’. He lets go of your throat and you cough trying to catch your breath.

You look at him with hate in your eyes one last time before turning and running down the motel stairs. You had one more stop to make for your grand plan to work. Mahito.

The next day

You wake up the next day in a room unfamiliar to you. The night before you had left your motel and went to a hotel that was closer to Jujutsu High. You showered and put on a little bit of makeup. As you were getting dressed in your family's traditional attire you couldn’t help but feel nervous. Today you were going to see Satoru. What if he didn’t want to see you? Who were you kidding of course he didn’t. You would be lucky if he paid you any mind at all. But what if you had to fight him? Your heart was beating out of your chest as you put on your all-white haori. As you wrapped bandages around your fists and lower arms you breathed out deeply preparing for the worst. You pulled your hair back into two buns and grabbed your quarterstaff before leaving for the school. It had been a long time since you’d had to fight anyone let alone dress in your traditional attire.

You arrive at the school that you heard Mahito mention to Kenjaku the day before. It was the school where Junpei attended. You decided to keep your distance from the fight because you couldn’t give up your position or your plan. When you walk toward the back of the school you see the veil had already been lowered. This was Mahito’s viel which means Kenjaku wasn’t here. He most likely didn’t want to run into Satoru to raise any red flags about your arrival. When you entered the viel you hoped that Mahito had noticed your energy like you planned. You walked through the school and up the stairs. It was dead, where was everyone? There was glass all over the floors from the windows. They must’ve already started fighting.

You turn the corner to where you thought you heard fighting and that's when you see him. Junpei. No, no, no, you were supposed to protect him. You were too late. Mahito had already gotten his hands on him and turned him into a transmuted beast. You clench your eyes shut as you walk past his body. Your heart sinks and your face twists in anger. Maybe the next part of your plan would be real then. Mahito of course will think you’re putting on a show for the sorcerors like you had planned.

When you walk over to the windowsill you see them. Sukuna’s vessel, Itadori and Nanami were fighting Mahito. Quite frankly, Mahito was getting his ass whooped. You wanted to see how this would play out but that's when you realized one of the most important parts of your plan. Satoru isn’t here. Where was he? Why did they only send Nanami?

You take a deep breath. Okay, you had two choices. Bail or improvise. You chose the latter.

With a war cry and your charged cursed energy, you jump from the window and land behind Itadori and Nanami. You tap into your rage and your hair starts emitting cursed lightning that bounces from each of your buns. Your eyes began glowing yellow and you lightly tap your quarterstaff on the ground causing the school courtyard to shake.

“MAHITO!” You scream at the top of your lungs, haste dripping from your tongue. Just as planned, Mahito would change direction and start fighting you.

Both Itadori and Nanami look your way. Itadori is extremely confused about whether or not you’re also an enemy and when he starts to make his way toward you Nanami reaches his arm out to stop him. He looks back at Nanami and he simply shakes his head signaling him to trust him.

Mahito then takes the opportunity to shape himself into a giant spiked beast and attempts to slice you where you stand. You jump over his additional spiked body parts and use one of his arms as leverage to jump across to the other side of the courtyard. He tries to hit you again and you redirect his hand using taijutsu and infuse your quarterstaff with cursed lightning and hit him directly in the chest. The impact makes him fly across the courtyard and he starts shaking from the electrical energy in the blast. Damn, you need to dial it back a bit if you want this to be believable. You turn toward Nanami and Itadori. Your eyes meet Nanami’s and your heart flutters in your chest, you haven’t seen him since his hair was long. He was so tall and cute and now he is a big, strong man. His blue dress shirt is snug across his chest and you’re just completely surprised by how much he's grown. His cheeks were much more defined and he was aging like wine. He still wore his signature frown.

Perfect moment to be distracted. Mahito takes the opportunity you give him and turns his arms into little spikes. He pierces the back of your thigh causing you to scream out in pain. What was he doing? This wasn’t the plan. You cry out as you feel two more spikes go through your gut. When he pulls them out you look down to see your all-white haori covered in blood, your blood. Well so much for dialing it back, you trusted Mahito enough to not kill you but maybe that was his plan all along. This fake fight was a ploy for him to kill you.

“Y/N!” Nanami yells out as he runs over to catch you before you fall.

“N-na-namin” you respond breathlessly as you fall to your knees. There was blood pouring from your mouth. Nanami catches you and you hold your stomach as you shake in his arms. Did Kenjaku know your plan all along? Why would Mahito kill you? You felt yourself slipping out of consciousness and all you could think about was the fact that you wouldn’t get to see Satoru after all. Maybe this was for the best. If you can’t be with Suguru you don’t care whether you lived or died.

As your eyes start to close you can feel Nanami squeeze you tighter as he hugs you against his chest. You hear Itadori yell out that Mahito is getting away and Nanami tells him to let him go, and that it wasn’t worth it. Then you hear Itadori ask if Nanami knew who you were to which he replied, “Yes, I know her well.”

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Two days later

You wake up to the smell of cigarettes and hear muffled talking in the background. When you sit up frantically in shock you see that you are handcuffed to the bed. You begin to panic, your charged cursed energy threatening to spill out until you realize that you recognize where you are. You’re in the medical office at Jujutsu High. You’ve been here for many injuries, most of which were self-inflicted from your training with Satoru. Damn, his stupid infinity, your attacks would almost always bounce back causing you to get hurt. When you look down you see your thigh wrapped in bandages as well as your lower abdomen.

“That special grade curse got you pretty good.” You scoff at the statement that Mahito was a special grade curse. Screw him. But wait, you know that voice, that sweet voice coated with years of cigarettes and liquor.

“Shoko?” You yell out whipping your head back and forth to search for her.

“Hey squirt, it’s me don’t get all frizzy on me now.” She wheels her chair over to your bed and stands to take your temperature while simultaneously rubbing your head trying to stir up your electrical cursed energy. That’s right, she always called you that because you were a little younger and a little shorter than her. She also loved annoying you by making your hair frizzy. You didn’t even care that she was making your hair a mess, a huge smile was plastered across your face. She looks much older, you bet it's from her bad smoking and drinking habits. She’s still beautiful though, just has dark circles under her eyes and her hair is much much longer. She’s still the same Shoko. God how you missed her.

“Why am I chained to the bed?” You ask but you already know the answer to that question.

“You know why squirt…” Her face drops and she wheels away from your bed now.

“Well, what happens now? Am I to be executed now that I am in the school's possession again?” You ask with a small laugh but deep down you have a genuine concern that that might be the case, this was one of the reasons you never came back after deserting the school with Suguru.

“You know there are very strong people here that would never allow that to happen.”

Was she talking about Satoru? She had to be. Unless someone else from your class sprouted up and became strong enough to overpower those in charge. You decide to assume she’s talking about Satoru.

“I’m not so sure about that. Last time I saw him he seemed perfectly okay with the idea of me dying.” Your voice gets quiet as you say this, it’s as if the wound is still fresh. You don’t allow her to say anything to that, “Anyways, where is he?”

“He got back yesterday, as soon as he heard you were here.” Suddenly there are butterflies in your stomach. You thought you were going to die at Mahito’s hand but it seems he missed all of your vitals. So you get to see Satoru after all. Why were you suddenly so nervous?

Without warning, the big metal door to the facility opens and you see Shoko stand to greet whoever it is. Part of you hoped it was Satoru and the other part of you was scared shitless.

“Y/N.” A stern male’s voice states your name causing you to jump a little.

Your eyes start watering, “Nanamin?” You turn your head to see him walking over to you.

“You know I hate when you call me that.” Nanami gets closer to your bed and unlocks your handcuffs freeing you. You giggle at his defensiveness, it’s good to see he hasn’t gotten any more expressive with his emotions. You jump into his arms and hug him. He is reluctant to return your hug but he ultimately does. You’ve missed him so so much.

“Why are you freeing me?” You step back and rub your wrists looking down to see they’re starting to bruise. When you reach up you feel a bandage around your neck too. You look at Shoko confused until you remember the moment you had with Kenjaku before you left. You rub the bandage gently reminding you of why you’re here. He had hurt you. You want Suguru back.

“We have some questions.” He reaches around your back and puts new handcuffs around your wrists. He is gentle with his movements though so that he doesn’t hurt you. You sigh, just when you thought you were free. You understood why though, it was going to take a lot of work for anyone here to trust you again. Nanami walks you down the hall to Principal Gakugangi’s office. Memories of this hallway flood your brain. You remember the time you, Satoru, and Suguru raced down this hallway. Of course, Satoru won because he had the longest legs.

You’re brought to a room next to the principal’s office that has a chair seated at the front of the room directly under multiple TV screens. Across from that, there were a bunch of seats that were set up auditorium style. All of your old teachers and classmates were already seated, all except Satoru. You started to explain to ex-principal Yaga and principal Gakuganji why you were there. It was as if you were reading from a script. It was the story you fabricated to get here, although most of it was true. You told Shoko, Nanami, Utahime, Mei-Mei, Gakuganji and Yaga. You wished Satoru was here to listen but you figured there was a reason he wasn’t. You went on about how after you left Jujutsu High years and years ago with Suguru he was possessed by Kenjaku and forced you to work for him. You lied and told them how you heard that Mahito could transmute souls and that you went looking for him to help touch Suguru’s soul to kill Kenjaku inside of him. Everything in your story came together so perfectly, you mentioned how you were fighting Mahito at the school because he had betrayed you and told Suguru your plan and was ultimately trying to kill you. This explained why Itadori told them Junpei saw you at the movies with Mahito and why you were trying to kill him afterward.

Finally, Utahime spoke up and asked, “Why did you never come back to us, Y/N?” She sounded so dejected as she said this. You were starting to regret coming back at all, it was already stirring up way too many old emotions that you thought you tucked away years ago.

This question hit harder than you expected it to. Your chest started to feel tight. You held your wrists together to wipe your face of the tears that were now spilling out on their own. Bending forward you rest your head in your arms before continuing, “I wanted to come back, trust me I did!” You pause and look at all your old friends sitting on the edge of their seats listening to you with such care in their eyes. “I was scared because of the death penalty and also I wanted to protect you guys the best I could from Suguru, h-he was not himself.” You sniffle and stare down at your bound hands, you internally debate saying this last part but they deserve to know, “a-and, I loved him.” You hesitantly correct yourself, “I do love him.” You’re suddenly brought back to the first few years together with Suguru after you both had abandoned Jujutsu High. You were severely depressed and would cry almost every night to Suguru about how you missed everyone at Jujutsu High and how you wanted to go back. He would comfort you but couldn’t understand your reasoning. He didn’t ask you to follow him and he never really understood why you did. He did, however, reassure you of his love whenever you need it. You don’t think he ever felt sad about his past which allowed him to pour himself into both you and his purpose.

You watch as everyone’s eyes quickly dart toward the door behind you. When you look over your shoulder with puffy eyes you see what they were looking at. You finally see him. The strongest sorcerer, the man who held the innate gift of the six eyes, your old classmate, your first love, Satoru Gojo. He is, where do you even begin? If your heart wasn’t hurting so bad you could probably talk about how he was taller than the door frame for hours. His hair was slightly longer than you remember and still as white as snow. It sat perfectly on top of his head with a black blindfold that covered his beautiful blue eyes that had been burned into your memory for years. He upgraded from the little black sunglasses you used to steal from him. His lips looked as soft as you remember and when you look down you see his arms crossed over his chest. His arms look so much bigger now that he has grown into his lanky self. He looks strong and his hands are huge. You can’t even focus, the room was spinning and your heart was beating out of your chest. How embarrassing. No one said a thing. You hated that you couldn’t see his eyes. You knew him though, more than probably anyone else in the room. Your presence made him uneasy and nervous just as much as yours did his. He continued to stare at you through his blindfold. Everyone fell into an unbearable silence. It felt like you were swallowing nails every time you took a breath. You wanted him to scream or yell at you, you wanted him to do something other than what he was doing. Your eyes were begging him to take you away from all the eyes in the room so that you could talk one-on-one, but he wouldn’t do that. Not anymore. You wanted to know if he still cared at all if he even missed you.

“I thought I told you not to get distracted in a fight,” Satoru speaks in a calm voice but his posture stiffens against the door as he speaks.

You open your mouth to reply but instead, Principal Yaga interjects and stands before you causing you to turn your attention to him. You just wanted to be anywhere but here. You were now very unsure about whether or not Satoru would allow the higher-ups to kill you or not. Suddenly you feel very small and weak.

“The Kyoto sister school exchange event is about to begin,” he gruffs in annoyance and points to the TVs above your head. “We’re done for today. Gojo, she is your responsibility, put her in the talisman room until we figure out what to do with her.”

Your head shifts from Principal Yaga to Satoru, suddenly very nervous. The talisman room is where sorcerers bring special-grade human-like curses, “evil” sorcerers, or anyone who poses a threat to the sorcerer world. It was like a holding cell that drained all your cursed energy. It was where the school put those who were on death row. You freeze in your chair when you see Nanami coming over to drag you out of the room.

“N-Nanamin, please, no,” you beg, catching a sob in your throat.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” His eyes seem sincere but you knew he had no choice. He walks you over to Satoru who takes the chains on your wrist without saying a word. He is neither gentle nor harsh in the way he leads you down the hall. A tense silence falls around you. This is the closest you’ve been to him in years and you just want things to go back to the way they were. You’re too scared to look at him so you stare at the ground rethinking this whole thing. Should you try to fight Satoru here and now? No, he’s too strong and the others would be behind him. Should you make a break for it and run back to Suguru? No. You stop abruptly causing Satoru’s infinity to hit you causing you to lose your balance. He had his infinity up around you? This was ultimately a test to see if he still trusts you, even a little, but the answer was no. Your heart breaks, things are never going to be the same. Now that you are out of the sight of the others you turn to Satoru as much as your position allows, your last hope was talking to him.

“Satoru,” You hum his name, it coming out much sweeter than you meant for it to. “Please, l-listen to me.” You look up at him and try to ignore how he towers over you. He tilts his head down at you. You’re still unable to see his eyes so you just assume he’s looking at you. “I-I know you don’t trust me anymore…” Your voice wavers as you say this. “But, you’re in danger. Please list-”

“’m the strongest.” His voice is gruff and cold as he cuts you off. It’s his way of saying ‘Shut up, no I’m not’.

You start pulling your arms away from him to get him to understand how serious this is. He eventually gives way and you’re now facing him with your hands behind your back. He cockily puts his hands in his pocket allowing you to continue talking. He is straight-faced and almost looks bored. Oh, how you wished you could see his signature Satoru Gojo smile.

“Suguru has been possessed by a very strong cursed spirit who has lived many lifetimes. He is planning on sealing you away!” Your voice strains as you try to plead with him.

“Suguru is dead,” His voice is still just as monotone as before. “I should know, I’m the one who killed him.”

First, your heart drops. Then your eyes widen and your muscles tense up. “What?” You grumble through gritted teeth as you slowly blink up at him as your mind tries to wrap around what he just said. The electric cursed energy you possess begins to flow through you in anger. You can feel the static electricity start to form between the two buns in your hair, like a radio frequency. Your hair begins to float from the friction. Suddenly your arms are free from their shackles. You must’ve tensed up so much that your strength snapped them off.

“That was you?” You say with furrowed brows as your feet naturally start to take a fighting pose. You remember when Kenjaku came back in Suguru’s place that day and explained that he found his body ‘without a host’, aka dead. You didn’t believe it, you never did. Who could’ve possibly killed him? Whoever it was had to be strong, you never guessed it would be Satoru. He was his best friend. And Suguru was still in there. He had to be.

“You know I had to do it. Don’t start this Y/N, you know I’d win.” His hands were still in his pockets and now he was just getting on your nerves. You hated that the first time you heard him say your name again was under these circumstances.

“You’re just going to have to kill me too,” Your tears stop and you reach your arm out to summon your quarterstaff using your cursed wavelength, after a moment it shatters a window and is in your grip, “Gojo.” You twirl your staff around your head and tap it on the ground making the rest of the windows in the hall shatter. You revert to his last name and for a split second, you think you see him release a pained breath but you no longer care. There was no going back for either of you. You were now enemies.

You run at him at full speed while building up your cursed energy in your staff. You had no idea how you were going to get him to turn off his infinity but you were okay with it ending here. There was something so beautiful about dying at Satoru’s hand. As soon as you’re close enough, you jump above him and hit right where his head would be. You can see your attack absorbed by his infinity. However, the floor and the wall behind him weren’t as lucky. They both take a huge hit and crumble away. Why wasn’t he fighting back? Why wasn’t he killing you?

Attack after attack after attack, he just allows you to come at him. You’re extremely angry and you feel like you’re going to explode. You throw your quarterstaff at the wall frustrated and instead walk up to him preparing to try hand-to-hand combat. Your lips are trembling now, you’re a sobbing mess. He finally pulls his hands out of his pockets as you incessantly pound on his infinity until you feel it slowly dwindle. Then your arms make contact with his chest. Tears run down your cheeks as your arms feel his heartbeat where they are resting against him It even annoyed you that his heartbeat came out slower and calmer than yours. Who were you kidding, you didn’t pose a threat to him at all. You may be a special-grade sorcerer but your weakness was him, and maybe you were his too. You fall into him completely exhausted from over-exerting yourself. He allows your forehead to rest on his heart completely swallowed by sadness. You finally gave in and cried your heart out into his chest. He then slowly reaches up to grab your arms, his touch is hesitant but still gentle. It’s almost like he doesn’t want to touch you but does so anyway. He ever so slightly rubs his thumb across your wrist making you raise your head to look at him. Your eyes were wet, your lips were red, and your hair messily fell around your face. You still couldn’t see his eyes, those beautiful eyes, and that stupid blindfold.

“He’s not dead. He can’t be.” You plead again, not even sure what you’re expecting from him anymore. “I-I love him, Satoru.” You can’t believe you’re sitting here telling him this, crying into his chest like you once did what felt like lifetimes ago now, “I know you once loved him too, he was your best friend. Please, plea-”

He brings his hand up to your cheek and caresses it softly before bringing his two forefingers up to your forehead and gently draining you of all your energy, ultimately putting you to sleep. Your eyes roll back in your head and you fall limp into his arms. Satoru leans down to pick you up bridal style before walking over to your quarterstaff and picking it up in one swift motion. You were so light in his arms. Your head lulls on his chest as he carries you to the talisman room. Your hair was completely out of place and your lips were slightly parted as if this was the most comfortable sleep you had gotten in a while. He can't help but stare at you through his blindfold as his chest tightens with emotion. You were the same girl he fell in love with years ago, you just matured and there was a certain confidence in the way you carried yourself that you didn’t do before. Your hair was much longer and your cheeks had thinned out a bit with age. It was so strange seeing you again, now his heart was starting to beat fast. He honestly never thought he’d see you again. When he ran into Suguru last year he was sure you would be with him, fighting alongside him… but you weren't. He had hoped that meant you ran away from it all and maybe even married a nice ordinary man, someone you wanted to marry, settled down, had a family like you always talked about, and abandoned sorcery altogether. But here you were not only before his very eyes but in his arms again, still tied up with his best friend and still tied up with jujutsu sorcery. He wondered what you had been through all this time away from him. He had tried to move on, he did. He’s been on plenty of dates with other women and he even tried pursuing both Utahime and Shoko, they were the closest thing he could get and it wasn’t close at all. Shoko knew he was trying to fill your void and she respected herself too much to give in to his motives. Utahime on the other hand liked him back and for a while, they tried dating but in the end, they just weren’t compatible. None of them were you, you hurt way too much. How was it fair that in the end, you chose Suguru? Did you not love him too? Did you just love him more? Why didn’t you stay?

Satoru was suddenly very thankful that you were asleep and that he had a blindfold on, his tears escaped anyway.

He walked past his room with you in his arms. Part of him wanted to lay you on his bed in hopes that you would wake up and this would all just be a bad dream. You would be back in 2006 laying in his bed again but instead of thinking with his heart, he went with his head. He brought you to the talisman room, sat you in the chair in the center of the room, and left to return to watch the Kyoto Sister School Exchange event.

#bryannawrites #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #geto x reader #suguru x reader #satoru x reader x suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto

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preet-01 · 5 days

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In 2023, I wrote We've Never Hooked Up during the Lewis/Merc contract negotiations and a reporter asked if Lewis and Toto had hooked up about the contract. Now, what was originally a one-shot is a story told in three parts. This is part 2 and part 3 will be out in about a week

Word Count: 1555

The plans to spend the summer break together fall through before early July.

It isn’t because Lewis is annoyed by how bad the car was and how no matter what he did the team barely seemed interested in listening to his feedback. And it wasn’t due to the continued fights they’d been having about his contract – or how Toto refused to advocate for him with the team in Germany. They’d agreed ages ago to not let work interfere with their relationship.

Not to mention that Toto has meetings that he should focus on. The German headquarters business didn’t stop just because Formula One was on a summer break. As CEO, Toto needed to work and Lewis didn’t want to spend the few weeks he had off fighting for some time with Toto.

So Lewis decides to make his own plans.

Maybe he’ll do some traveling with Miles, Spinz, and all the others. They had talked about a trip to Brazil. Or he could go island hopping with Daniel, chasing the warm sun and sandy shores. He had been meaning to spend more one-on-one time with Daniel after everything that had happened last year – it was bad when both Seb and Fernando were concerned. Maybe he could take up Seb on his offer to visit him in Switzerland and see his animals named after drivers. As great as his current friendship was with Fernando, he did miss seeing Seb every weekend and bitching about all things FIA-related.

“Will you be attending Google Camp this year?” John asks. The older man had offered him a ride to England on his private jet after the Austrian Grand Prix and with most of the Mercedes team leaving Sunday night, Lewis had taken him up on the offer without hesitation. He hadn’t had time to catch up with John in a long time, so it was as good an opportunity as any. Just the two of them and their respective security on the private jet — Seb would probably chastise him about it.

“I hadn’t intended on attending,” Lewis replies – he had declined the invitation weeks ago when the plan had been to be on some remote island with just Toto and a skeleton staff as company. “I already declined the invite before my original plans fell through,” he adds.

‘Hhm,” John nods, “come with me. I have a plus one and those events tend to be dreadful without good company.”

Lewis can’t help the laugh that escapes him. John had been downright miserable at Google Camp the year they had met. Stuck in some pissing contest conversation between Zuckerberg and Musk, John had jumped at the opportunity to pull him into a separate conversation when their eyes met across the ruins.

Google Camp hadn’t happened in 2020 for obvious reasons. Lewis didn’t know about 2021, but he’d been busy with other stuff. And in 2022, he’d gotten a few calls from John about the event. Most of them complaining about the lack of good company with a mind for racing beyond just “fast cars go vroom.”

He doesn’t commit to going but does tell John that he’ll think about it.

It wouldn’t be the worst way to spend the summer break. Lewis quite liked John’s company and he liked Sicily. They’d had a grand old time during the few days they’d spent at Google Camp together in 2019.

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He goes to Sicily.

Of course, he goes to Sicily.

He goes and he lets John plan their entire trip. He lets the control slip out of his own hands and into John’s — trusting that he wouldn’t be a disaster at planning.

They have a private villa at the Verdura Resort that is probably much too big for just two people, but it has a pool and is one of the more beautiful places he’s stayed at during his life so far. There’s of course a lineup of Ferraris there just for their use and private chefs well versed in cooking vegan food.

Google Camp is well not so different from how Lewis remembers it and it quickly turns into an Italian vacation with John taking him to places Lewis had never thought of visiting before. Whisking him away from Sicily in one of the many Ferraris until they reach the harbor where a boat awaits to take them to mainland Italy.

He doesn’t think of the missed calls between himself and Toto or the short messages exchanged. Neither of them seemed to catch the other at an opportune time. Instead, he focuses on John and attempts to tell the man that there are better ways to have a sweater hanging from one’s shoulders than how John tends to have them. However, he does admit that it is an endearing idiosyncrasy.

And in the coming months, he does his best to not think about the promises that John had whispered in his ear as they lay under the blazing Italian sun. Or the taste of fermented grapes and ripe strawberries as a million stars shined down on them. Or how he’d laughed more in those few days with John than he had with Toto in the past few years. No, he doesn’t think of that at all…

Lewis ignores it the best that he can, for as long as he can — he’d always been very good at compartmentalizing and pushing forward.

Just as plans for the summer break spent on some remote island fall through, so do the plans for winter break. They don’t go to Toto’s home in the Austrian countryside or visit the Christmas markets. Well, Lewis doesn’t go, Toto does.

Lewis instead flies out to Brazil with Miles, Spinz, and all his other friends. None of them mention that the private jet they use isn’t the one that Lewis would usually rent or the one he’d occasionally borrow from Toto, but borrowed from one John Elkann.

Brazil is everything he’d needed after the season, after fighting with his car time and time again. It’s a necessary break that he had needed to decompress and just think.

It’s an eye-opening vacation, to say the least.

Things need to change because as Lewis had told Toto months ago, he didn’t have years and years to keep fighting.

Just as he’s about to call Toto so they can talk through everything like they normally do, a different billionaire is calling him.

“Hi,” Lewis answers, unable to help the smile that breaks out when he answers John’s call.

“Hello, Lewis,” John replies, “how is Brazil?”

Lewis goes into the details about the vacation. Everything that they have done so far and everything that they plan to do in the coming days. John, ever so attentive, makes his own recommendations and tells Lewis about the places that he loved growing up. “You lived in Brazil?” Lewis questions, he had not been aware of that. How it hadn’t come up in their many conversations, he doesn’t know. Just as he’d thought that he’d learned everything about John, the man reveals something new – some new avenue to take their already hours-long conversations.

“Briefly when I was young. I attended primary school in England and then Brazil before we moved to Paris when I was in my teenage years,” John answers. “But it has always been somewhat of a home as many of my earliest memories are from there and I have gone back to explore the country many times since,” he explains.

“Tell me more,” Lewis says, getting comfortable on his bed as all thoughts of Toto and his future fly out the window.

If Lewis spends the rest of the day on the phone with John, just talking and definitely not flirting, then that’s no one’s business except his own. And he certainly doesn’t invite John to join him in Brazil. He just so happens to have business in Brazil obviously, nothing to do with Lewis.

As John Elkann makes declarations of unconditional devotion and presses kisses onto the most intimate parts of Lewis Hamilton, Toto Wolff is in the company of his other driver.

It is a far cry from how Toto had expected to spend his winter months ago when Lewis had joked about the two of them never hooking up during a press conference. Then he’d imagined a shorter man with tattoos on dark skin and a gap-toothed smile in his bed. He’d imagined Lewis curled up around him as they sought relief from the cold Austrian winter. He’d imagined a quiet vacation spent in one another’s company and visiting the Christmas markets that Lewis had fallen in love with.

Instead, his winter is spent in the company of George who is nothing like Lewis. Instead of a private vacation with visits to Christmas markets, he’s at karting tracks, ski charity events, and public places where people easily recognize them both. Instead, his winter is spent with someone who is still not fully sure of his position with Toto.

George is still staying at his place in Oxford when Lewis finally calls him about their usual pre-season coffee. Toto doesn’t kick him out, can’t find it in himself to do so. Not when George had looked so lovely and had taken so long to get comfortable.

No, George has an event to go to that morning anyway. It would be fine.

#lewis/john elkann #lewis/toto #elkilton

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destinyisall-tlk · 1 year

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sihtric - SFW alphabet headcanons

side note: template taken from here. side note #2: finan’s sfw alphabet headcanon side note #3: osferth’s sfw alphabet headcanon

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sihtric is very affectionate, even more so when the two of you are alone. But he does not shy away from showing how much he adores you around the men either. He loves his women, and he does not care who knows it. Sihtric’s affections vary depending on his mood. When it’s time to leave for a long journey, it’s a mix of gentle admiration via holding your hand around the village or kissing you. When you and Sihtric are in the privacy of each other’s home, his affections are a little more hands-on. He loves to kiss your neck, slowly just because he knows it annoys the hell out of you when he teases. He enjoys holding you from behind, running his hands down your stomach and waist.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’ll be a very protective best friend. Ready to fight and defend your honour even if his opponent is twice his size. Sihtric is your most loyal, honest friend who only wants happiness for you. It is why, sometimes, he offers sharp advice because he hates that you think you don’t deserve to be treated like royalty. He’s the kind of best friend who you can wrap yourself in their arms, talk about your interests and Sihtric would sit back and listen to you rumble, smiling at how much your eyes sparkle. He’s the kind of best friend that you can banter with, and feel safe with.

The friendship started when you nearly whacked him with a stick out in the woods while picking berries and flowers. He was travelling with the lads and went down by the river to drink and wash the dirt from his face. He saw the basket of berries thinking someone was in trouble, when he went to investigate, the two of you bumped into each other and you quickly grabbed a nearby stick for defence. Sihtric apologized for startling you. And later, when he arrived at your village, he jokingly put his hands up in defence, “I’m not here to steal any berries, promise”.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Very much so. Sihtric’s love language is touch. Anything that allows him to hold you, Sihtric is all for. He loves when you rest in between his legs, your back pressed against his chiselled chest. In that position, he can lightly run his fingers over your bare skin, whisper loving or dirty thoughts in your ear and wrap his arms around you for hours.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

The moment Sihtric laid his eyes on you he knew you’d become his wife. Time is such a fickle thing and Sihtric doesn’t want to waste any of it. So weeks after the two of you met, he asked Uhtred for his blessing and then he proposed.

Sihtric isn’t the best at cooking and cleaning, but he tries. You often give him the easiest tasks to complete just so he feels helpful. But what skills Sihtric lacks in the kitchen, he makes up for it in the bedroom.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Gently and with an endless amount of hurt and sorrow. The very last thing Sihtric ever wants to do is be the source of your heart break. He’d take you to your favourite spot along the river, and with a heavy heart end things.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Sihtric is a one woman lady. When he met you, no other woman was more beautiful, more for him, than you. The only thing that could ever take Sihtric away from you is death.

Weeks. It would’ve been days but you talked Sihtric into waiting a little and not jump into things in case he changed his mind. He would lightly chuckle, pull you closer and say, “I have the most beautiful woman in my arms, I’d be a fool to change my mind”.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite his physical appearance, one you described as having been built by the Gods themselves, Sihtric is the most gentle man you’ve ever known.

Physically his touches feel like feathers, especially if you are injured. He takes great care in treating your body with care and respect. Emotionally, Sihtric is not afraid to show vulnerability. But sometimes, his emotions do get the best of him. He doesn’t always convey his thoughts in the way he intended, but he is determined to be a better communicator.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

The hardest part is prying Sihtric away from a hug, even more so when he has returned from battle and all he wants to do is hold you. He loves hugs because you fit so perfectly in his arms.

Sihtric hugs you often, if it isn’t a bear hug or a comforting embrace, he often swings one hand over your shoulder while the two of you walk around town. Anything that allows him to be close to you, Sihtric will do. His hugs are a promise that his arms will always be safe, a place where you can seek comfort.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

The first time was when the two of you were best friends, Sihtric helping you pick berries alongside the river. He said it casually, watching with an amused grin when you almost fell into the water, dramatically calling out to Sihtric to come save you with his strong arms, as when he returned the first thing you noticed was how much his body transformed. He chuckled, shaking his head at your theatrics, and he loved you. Both of you simply laughed and brushed it aside, not realizing until a few weeks later that the love run deeper than friendship.

The second time Sihtric said the L-word was under the glistening starry night. You had told him whenever he left, you would come out to look at the stars, because, weirdly, you felt like he was close because the two of you, no matter where Sihtric was, were looking up at the same sky. You blushed at how silly that sounded, but Sihtric ensured that it did not sound silly at all. He lifted your chin, running his thumb gently across your bottom lip and whispered, “I love you”.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

There is no need for jealous for either you or Sihtric. The commitment to each other is iron-clad. But Sihtric does not enjoy when drunken men, or any man who thinks he can disrespect your connection with him by over-stepping boundaries. You instantly know when Sihtric is bothered by jealously when he becomes more hands-on then normal. Not in a possessive way, more so to let others know if they mess with you, they would have to deal with him.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses range from rough and passionate to delicate and filled with adoration. Your lips are his favourite place, and Sihtric loves whenever you smile in the middle of him kissing you. Sihtric doesn’t care where you kiss him as long as he feels your lips on his skin. But it sends his body wild when you kiss him along his chest, travelling down to his stomach.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He always wanted a big family, to do things better and give them a happier childhood than he did. Sihtric is a kid at heart, and he loves to showcase that around his children (or any children in the village). And on the announcement of your fourth child, Finan joked that rabbits procreated far less quickly than you and Sihtric.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Chaotic with several kids to look after. But you and Sihtric try to always squeeze in five minutes of peace, either when the two of you wake up or go to sleep. He loves to pull you into his chest and joke about how he should pawn off the children to uncle Finan or Osferth so he can spend more personal time with you. You smacked him in the chest and reminded him the last few times that happened, you ended up pregnant.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

When Sihtric is home, he settles the children in bed knowing that you’ve been alone with them for weeks. Then, he slides in behind you and massages your shoulders, back and neck. Night time is all about you, even when you protest that he needs to rest after the journey he endured. Sihtric would smile, kiss you softly and say, “Don’t worry about me. I rather look after my girl”.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Sihtric’s had a tough life, one that he often doesn’t like to talk about. He doesn’t want to weigh you down with his trauma. In the beginning he reveals causal things about him, things that anybody would reveal in small talk or over a cup of Ale. But afterwards, when you take him by the hand and swear to him that nothing he says will ever make you look at him differently, Sihtric slowly starts to tell you of his life. When he finishes you cup his cheeks, whispering, “You are a good man, Sihtric Kjartansson. Full of strength and bravery, with a gentle soul and heart. And I’m here by your side, forever”.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It depends on the situation. If it involves you being harmed in any way, Sihtric has no patience. He loses all sense of reason and with every step his anger rises. When it comes to the children, Sihtric’s patience becomes rocky but he made a promise to himself to never raise his voice. If they put themselves in danger, he will give them a stern lecture.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Not every detail, but the important ones Sihtric makes sure to remember.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you gave birth to his first child. Being by your side when giving birth is something Sihtric will never forget. Your sheer strength enduring the pain, and fighting through the tiredness that consumed you all to bring his child into the world, made Sihtric love you even more.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective, but Sihtric never crosses the line to possessiveness. He has nothing to worry about, therefore, he sees no reason to act in such a manner. But when your life or his children’s life is in danger, there is nothing in the world that could stop Sihtric from protecting his family.

He likes to protect you in all sorts of ways. Physically, defending your honour and putting threat’s down is the number one way. But emotionally he knows that protecting you requires a different part of him. Stressed, upset, and anxious, whenever Sihtric sees those emotions cross your face, he gathers you into his arms, kisses you on the forehead and whispers, “It’s okay, breathe. I got you”.

Sihtric rarely asks to be protected, he values himself as the protector. But even he can become overwhelmed. On those days/nights, you make his favourite meal, carefully undress him, rub his shoulders and run your hands up and down his back.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

A ton of effort, which Finan often complains makes him look bad. When your Birthday comes, he makes sure everyone knows it. When your wedding anniversary arrives, Sihtric ensures that from sunrise to sunset it’s about you - your pleasure. If on any important date, Sihtric has to leave, he’ll organize to celebrate a few days earlier. Everyday tasks vary. Errands like cutting wood, collecting supplies or wrangling the kids, he does with ease. All in all, Sihtric pulls his weight. Keeping his wife happy is his number one priority.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Sometimes he doesn’t know when to slow down, when to take time out for himself.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Sihtric likes to change his look from time to time, like the changing of the seasons. He’d ask for your opinion, but ultimately, he chooses a look that is low-maintenance.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, very. You’re apart of his soul, his heart. If he lost you, it would be like losing a limb. It would be like night losing the moon. The sky losing the sun. He wouldn’t be able to function at full capacity. You are a once in a life-time kind of love. He was made for you, and you for him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Sihtric always leaves his shirt for you whenever he goes on the road. He makes sure that it smells like him, folds it neatly and lays it on his side of the bed for you to wear anytime you miss him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He hates it when you shut him out. It doesn’t happen often, but occasionally during serious arguments or disagreements, you spend the day blocking him out with silence. All Sihtric wants is to resolve the tension so he can hold you again.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Because Sihtric is quite a big man, he tends to take up most of the bed. That is why most nights are spent cuddled at his side, or Sihtric sliding his hands around your waist.

#the last kingdom #sihtric #arnas fedaravicius #sfw alphabet

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thesakuragarnet · 6 months

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that one Rihanna song

(my first attempt at writing a mini fic/drabble on here! Hope y'all enjoy <3)

Summary: You can stay under my umbrella.

Tags: DabiHawks fluff, Swearing, some Geten slander lol

Word Count: 1,246 words

It’s raining. Dabi hates the rain…at least…he does now. When he was a kid, the rain didn’t always bother him. It felt soothing, and it made his Quirk easier to use with the water pouring over the subtle burns on his skin. Now, though…the rain is dangerous…at least for the next twenty-four hours after he’s replaced his staples…which is the case today. He curses under his breath as he stands under the overhang facing the courtyard. The one part of the Gunga Mountain Villa that wasn’t connected to the main building was where he needed to be…soon. Normally, he wouldn’t care that he was gonna be late…but this was his Regiment meeting…and if Geten started without him…who knows what the fuck he would say. Dabi chews on his bottom lip, staring at the downpour, crossing his arms over his chest and subtly tapping his foot. If he walks out there…he might not make it to the meeting and could be spending the night in the infirmary…which would so not help the fact that Geten was trying to make him look weak every chance he got. If he missed the meeting, the exact same thing would happen…Geten would shit-talk him and go on his extremist rant. The rain doesn’t look like it’s stopping anytime soon either. Dabi inhales sharply, eyebrows furrowing…he can’t make up his mind, and he simply stares.

“Dabi?”

The voice startles him, and he twitches, unmoving. He thought the stupid bird would’ve left by now. He had his debrief with Twice this morning, and their next rendezvous wasn’t for a few more days. Dabi remains silent, but Hawks approaches him, stopping beside him and following his gaze.

“Sure is peaceful up here with the rain and all, huh? I could take it or leave it, though. Don’t fly as well in this kinda weather,” Hawks shrugs, laughing, as if trying to get some sort of reaction. Dabi doesn’t flinch but shuffles uncomfortably. Hawks recognizes in an instant that he’s hiding something. His eyes scan the villain, calculating but not cold. His pupils soften in his golden irises when he catches the sheen of the staples…new staples.

“You can’t really go out there either…can you?” Hawks mutters, just loud enough for Dabi to hear. The villain stiffens and swallows, keeping his eyes forward, trained on the roof of the enormous training facility hidden at the edge of the forest. Hawks puts two and two together in his brain, cocking his head in a very bird-like manner before looking at his watch.

“Isn’t your meeting in like…five minutes?”

Dabi blinks, wondering why the stupid Pro Hero would remember something as frivolous as his schedule. He only mentioned it in passing a couple weeks ago when they moved their training up in the day-to-day schedule. Maybe he should stop being so loose-lipped around him. After all, he still didn’t really trust Hawks. The Pro’s nose twitches; he’s obviously becoming increasingly annoyed at being ignored.

FWISH!

Suddenly, a shadow falls over Dabi, and he looks to see that Hawks’ feathers have diverted to his left wing, making it broader and longer; he’s raised it up in a curve over Dabi’s head, like an outstretched umbrella. Hawks takes off his headphones and slips them into one of his many jacket pockets.

“C’mon. I’ll walk you over there,” He beams, flashing that perfect Hollywood-esque set of teeth in a genuine smile. Dabi glares down at him. Was this pity? A form of control? Whatever it was, it made Dabi…feel things…he wasn’t sure what to call them…positive or negative. It made his emotions twist in his chest…emotions that he’s been trying oh so very hard to hide in front of his comrades. This facade that he’s built up to hide his true identity…surely this HPSC pawn isn’t cracking it?

“I know how much you hate the ice bastard, so the last thing you wanna do is be late, yeah?” Hawks grins, eyes practically glowing behind his golden visor. Dabi bites his tongue, mind swirling. Hawks is exactly right…but he’ll never say it to his face. Dabi takes a deep breath, looking down at his muddy black boots.

“Not a word of this…to anyone. Got it?” Dabi snaps under his breath, his voice a little shaky.

‘Why is it shaky?’

“You have my word,” Hawks chuckles, motioning for Dabi to make the first move. Dabi freezes. What if this was all a ploy for Hawks to leave him stranded in the rain? The Pro can’t be that stupid…he’d be fried chicken in a snap if he did that. Still…it’s so hard to trust…well…anyone.

Dabi closes his eyes and takes a step forward…only for Hawks to step forward in synchrony. Something deep inside him seems to untangle, and a near-silent breath of relief falls from Dabi’s lips. Hawks’ smile seems to widen as they walk side by side, and he looks up at the sky as the rain starts to soak his hair, matting the fur on his jacket. Dabi raises an eyebrow.

“You could shield yourself, too, y’know,” He scoffs, but Hawks shrugs.

“I don’t mind it. Besides. More coverage for you,” He sighs, closing his eyes as he stares at the clouds, almost like he’s reminiscing. Their boots splash on the muddy trail as they make their way down the path to the off-site training building.

“Why’d you stay?” Dabi blurts, partially from paranoia and partially from pure curiosity. Hawks huffs.

“Knew it was gonna downpour. Planned on waiting until it clears up this evening. Should be clear skies by the time your session ends,” He remarks. “Like I said…don’t fly as well in the rain.”

Dabi sniffs, arms pinned tightly to his body, trying to make himself as small as he can under the protection of Hawks’ wing. He hates how vulnerable he feels. If Hawks ever brings this up again, he’ll have to make sure he knows his place. Then again…the Pro Hero is just as vulnerable, particularly to the elements. Some of his scraggly blonde hair is plastered to his forehead, and his jacket sags against his body. Though it’s a small gesture, in some way, he’s making a sacrifice for Dabi…and Touya almost gasps when he realizes it. He can’t remember the last time that happened…even on a small scale. It was…it must’ve been before the accident…if at all. Dabi’s throat suddenly feels tighter, and he swallows as the subtle sting beneath his eyes threatens to creep up. He can’t cry over this. That would be the end of it. The end of everything. He pushes it down, keeping his breathing even, suffocating his emotions until the sting disappears entirely. He won’t let the facade crumble…especially not because of some Pro…more specifically, some Pro who idolizes his father.

Within a blink, they’ve reached the bottom of the hill, and there’s an overhang just outside. Dabi leers up at one of Skeptic’s security cameras that pivots to face them, and he promptly flicks it off. Hawks chuckles at the gesture and stops once they’re sheltered from the rain. Promptly, Hawks lifts his wing to the side, careful to prevent any water from splashing off his feathers and landing on Dabi.

“Well. You’ve got thirty seconds to get through that door. Shouldn’t be too hard on your own,” Hawks winks playfully, and Dabi’s eyes narrow. In the back of his mind, he almost says thank you, but, instead, he just turns on his heel and walks to the door.

END

P.S. Toga and Twice totally saw them from one of the Villa windows and asked Dabi all about it.

#dabi x hawks #fanfic #my hero academia fanfiction #fluff #dabihawks fluff #dabihawks #dabi #toukei #hotwings #dabi fluff #hawks fluff #mha hawks #dabihawks fanfic #dabihawks fic #drabble #mha fluff #bnha fluff

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romeoandjulietyouwish · 7 months

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Trinket (Percahlia week day 3)

ao3 @percahliaweek

Percy adores Trinket, he really does.

Somehow Vex’ahlia’s bear companion has made himself a part of the de Rolo family. Trinket sleeps on the rug in their room by the fire, he nudges Percy’s hands for nose scratches, and he is excellent at taking care of Cassandra through her panics. Trinket is as much of a de Rolo as any of them, something that endears Vex to no end. But that means that he manages to annoy Percy, exactly like all of the other de Rolos.

It starts with one shoe.

Percy huffs in frustration, moving his clothes aside to look at his rack of shoes. Every single one is polished and put in its place, aside from the exact shoe he’s looking for.

“Dear?” Percy calls from the closet to Vex’ahlia in the bedroom. “Have you seen my left riding boot?”

Vex appears in the doorway, frowning at him as she fastens an earring, “It should be right there, I didn’t move them.” When she sees where he’s looking at the empty place, she just shrugs, “Odd.” Before he can say anything further, she turns away to finish getting ready.

Percy sighs, he must have lost it somewhere. Thinking nothing more of it, Percy simply wears a different pair of shoes. He keeps it in the back of his mind to look for the other shoe, but of course it slips his mind. Most things tend to slip his mind when Vex appears in his workshop wearing nothing but a very short white slip and lipstick red enough to stain his skin.

He doesn’t think about it again until another shoe goes missing.

This time it’s the right of a truly horrid pair of loafers. Good riddance, Percy thinks, finally having an excuse to throw out the other shoe. Vex doesn’t like to get rid of things, no matter how useless they are. Now she might finally let him.

After the second time, Percy notices it more and more over the next weeks. His left boot, another right loafer, then both of his favorite slippers.

Percy huffs loudly as he walks back into their bedroom, finding Vex sitting on the floor, petting Trinket. The bear is half asleep, Vex looking down at him fondly.

“Dearheart,” Percy addresses as he approaches, “you know a bit about fairies, right?”

Vex chuckles, looking up at him with an amused smile, eyes narrowed with a glimmer of curiosity, “I do. Why do you ask?”

“Have you ever heard of a fairy who steals shoes?”

Now Vex out right cackles, her head tipping back. Percy adores her laugh more than anything, but he would enjoy it so much more if it weren’t directed at him at this precise moment. Vex wipes her eyes, “I’m sorry, darling. I just… what?”

Percy sits down beside her, trying his very best not to be petulant, “My shoes keep going missing. I’ve searched the whole house and I haven’t found a single one. This kind of prank isn’t your style, nor my sister’s; so the only hypothesis I have is that a fairy is stealing my shoes.”

“Gods, you’re such an idiot,” Vex says fondly, she kisses him soundly. “I adore you.” Percy manages to roll his eyes despite the fluttering in his stomach at the way she teases him. And as she kisses him again, the issue leaves his mind all over again.

It takes another month for Percy to figure out what’s happening.

He is working in his workshop, crafting a new set of arrows for Vex. He honestly can’t say how long he’s been working, but the set is almost done. Just a little longer, he keeps promising himself. He’s hoping to finish it in time for her birthday next week. It’s the fourth present he’s made for her, but she deserves that and more.

Percy’s flow of work is interrupted by the door squeaking open. Pausing for a moment, he listens to the steps, praying that Vex isn’t about to walk in. Thankfully, his ears are greeted by the sound of heavy and plodding footsteps he knows belong to Trinket.

Percy shakes his head fondly. Trinket adores being in Percy’s workshop, sleeping soundly in front of the fire.

But instead of going to the fireplace, Trinket nudges his head under Percy’s table. He looks at the bear with confusion before Trinket bites down on his shoe. Percy yelps as the bear’s teeth chomp into his toes. He barely has time to figure out what the fuck is happening before Trinket shakes his massive head.

Nearly knowing Percy off of his workbench, Trinket yanks the shoe straight off of Percy’s foot. Seemingly satisfied with his retrieval, Trinket retreats back out of the room.

Percy scrambles to follow him, knowing he must look absolutely deranged with one shoe, a sock with tooth-sized holes in them, and his shirt sweaty from the forge.

“You awful bear,” Percy growls. “I should have known it was you.”

Trinket just ignores him, continuing on his way through the halls and up the stairs with little care. Trinket takes him to Cassandra’s room. His little sister is at a meeting at the castle right now, but Trinket nudges the door open. He drops the shoe and uses his nose to nudge it under the bed.

With that, Trinket plops down on the rug with a heavy sigh.

Percy grinds his teeth and kneels down beside the bed, peering underneath. “Of fucking course…”

Underneath Cassandra’s bed is a small pile of Percy’s shoes. All of the ones he noticed were missing, others he hadn’t. Every single one of them has bear teeth marks and slobber on them. Percy sits back on his heels and looks at Trinket. The bear looks all too pleased with himself for Percy’s taste.

“Your bear is no longer allowed in our bedroom,” Percy tells Vex without preamble when he sits down that night at the dinner table.

Of course, Vex simply laughs, “What has he done now?”

“He stole my shoes,” Percy pouts, stealing a spear of asparagus off of her plate rather than dish up his own. “He came into my workshop and took one off of my foot. I found them all under Cassandra’s bed.”

Vex laughs, “Of course he did.”

“You’re not surprised?”

Vex shrugs, skewering a piece of chicken, “When he was a cub, he liked to chew on Vax’s boots. He never stole them though.”

Percy grumbles, “Can you please ask him to stop? Otherwise you’ll have to spare some change for me to buy new shoes.”

Vex rolls her eyes, “It’s just because he loves you, darling. You're his family and that’s his way of showing it.” She squeezes his hand, looking at him ever so patiently. “If you just give him a pair of your shoes, I’m sure he’ll leave them alone. But I’ll talk to him.”

Percy lifts her hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her soft skin, “Thank you, my dearest.”

She laughs, “Well, it’s either that or let you have money. I think I made the right choice.” Vex pats his chest and goes back to eating her dinner.

As Percy follows suit, he can’t help but smile. For some reason the confirmation that Trinket sees him as part of his family makes Percy strangely emotional. Trinket sees Percy as much of his family as he did Vax. If he slips Trinket an extra piece of chicken, Vex doesn’t need to know.

#critical role #vox machina #percahlia #percahliaweek #cr1 spoilers

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queenvidal · 2 years

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No Means Yes

Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)

(Not my gif - found it on pinterest. If it's urs, contact me for proper credit)

Chapter 5: In My Mind

Chapter Summary: The kiss did nothing but complicate things - on both sides. You just try to forget it, while Negan does anything but.

Wordcount: 3150

Era: Season 7 - Part 2 of the The One And Only Series -

Note: I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or wrong spellings, English isn't my first language.

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

“Tree.” Eric says before taking a sip from his tea mug.

“Damn, you’re good at this game.” You joke with both of you laughing.

The two of you have been playing I spy with my little eye for a little while now. Today is surprisingly slow and you got bored during your guard shift, so Eric came up with the idea. There isn’t much you can do anyway these days, without your knives. What are you supposed to do, if you spot any danger, point at it? Nevertheless, you are welcoming the little distraction.

“Well, it’s been a tree for the last three rounds, so I thought I’d go for the safest choice again.” Eric tells you, still smiling.

“Smart guy,” you chuckle.

Eric is very easy to talk to and you two quickly became friends. He had his reservations towards you but still gave you a chance. He and Aaron are about the only Alexandrians who cared to actually get to know you, resulting in a lovely friendship you really don’t want to miss ever again.

With your legs resting on an empty crate, you snuggle back into the old patio chair. The little setup was Daryl’s idea when you two had your last shift together. Standing on the wall for hours on end was just too exhausting for you and he noticed. Last night when you came for your shift, you were surprised with the little guard post. To say that your heart melted would be an absolute understatement. When you thanked Darly, he just brushed it off with a ‘don’t mention it’. Typical for Daryl.

Eric takes another sip from his tea, looking back at the street ahead. Eventually he asks you, “You think, they’ll try something again today?”

“To be fair, they weren’t trying last week.” You pick your own mug up from the floor, warming your hands for a few seconds before continuing. “I didn’t get the inventory in time. As much as I hate to admit it, they actually were right.”

“Did Olivia finish the inventory this morning?” Eric asks, looking back at the still empty streets of Alexandria.

“Nope,” you tell him, “I did before I came here. She’s scared shitless of the Saviors and I’m not. Figured I should do it, so they would leave her alone and come to me in case they needed something."

With your eyes closed, you enjoy the warming rays of the morning sun. You two stay in comfortable silence for a long while. Eric turns around to look down the street ahead of you. An annoyed groan from him makes you open your eyes again. “There they come.” You follow Eric's gaze and sure enough, you find familiar trucks driving towards Alexandira. “Elli!” Eric yells at the woman down at the gate. “Open up!”

The other woman jumps into action, yelling into the town that the Saviors are there, before hurrying to get the gate open.

You make yourself as small as possible without being too obvious about it. Let’s hope they don’t notice me up here. The last thing you want for today is to have to interact with these assholes. If you had your way, you'd be safe and sound in your room but Michonne needed you to cover her shift this morning.

A few trucks drive through the gate, stopping in the parking lot, while two come to a halt just before the gate. Eric watches the ones inside, while you eye the ones in front of the gate. Alexandria slowly wakes up, with more and more people leaving their homes, ready to face today's pick up.

You’re about to turn around and have a look for yourself, when truck doors loudly slam shut. Your head whips around at the sudden sound. Arat, Simon and Dwight left their vehicle but you don’t really notice them. Your attention is completely captured by their boss.

Negan casually jumps out of his own truck, taking his beloved Lucile out before slamming his door as well. He glances through the gate at the street in front of him, before he eventually looks up. His eyes met yours and time seems to slow down. You tense up and the air catches in your lungs. His signature grin grows just a tiny bit wider as his eyes stare back into yours. Even with his men calling for his attention, he does not break eye contact. Only when Simon comes to stand right in front of him, breaking the line of sight, does Negan acknowledge the other man.

You dare breathing again, releasing a heavy sigh. Fuck me, I am so screwed. So much for staying unnoticed. Then again, the only way to truly avoid Negan is by being out of town during the pickups. After all, every time you have been out of sight, Negan seeked you out, no matter where you’ve been hiding.

Eric sits down at the crate, facing Alexandria and the roaming Saviors. You keep staring at the street leading out of the town, still somewhat scanning the surroundings for walkers. Or at least you are trying to.

“I am so glad Rick’s back to do the pickups,” Eric tells you, making you look at him, “Aaron was so stressed out when dealing with the Saviors.”

“Tell me about it.” You joke softly, resting your head on your hand. “A few more encounters and he’ll get used to it. Don’t worry, I'm speaking from experience.”

Eric looks at you with an raised eyebrow, “I’d rather have him not.”

You chuckle and suggest, “You guys know I can always come down and help, right?”

“Yeah, sure.” Eric says in a sarcastic tone. “Because you and them get along so flawlessly.”

You have to snort at that. “Hey, I am still alive, ain’t I?”

“True, I give you that.” He smiles at you.

The both of you continue to drink your tea in silence. Involuntary do your eyes switch between the street ahead of you and the men talking at the truck. You can hear Negan's voice, but can’t make out any words, not that you care, you don’t want to eavesdrop. Simon’s still blocking the view and you can’t make up your mind if you are relieved or annoyed about it.

Arat joins their conversation and Simon takes a step to the side for her to come and stand with them. Negan doesn’t look back up, he seems to be listening to the woman quite attentively. You on the other hand can’t tear your eyes from Negan even if you wanted to.

The kiss certainly did nothing to ease your crush on him. If anything, it only intensified it. You have tried for so long to deny you even had a crush, but there is no use in lying to yourself any longer.

It’s been a week but you still don't fully grasp that you kissed that man. The man who sent his men after you to hunt you down. The man who killed your friends. The man who not only spared but also saved your life. Fuck, why can't this be just black and white?

You felt so guilty after you came to your senses, when the Saviors left. You hate how easily you gave in, how your heart was pounding violently, how you felt all warm and fuzzy. How it just wasn’t enough, how you craved more.

“Goddammit,” you whisper to yourself as you pinch the bridge of your nose, forcing yourself to close your eyes and think of something else.

“What's wrong?” Eric asks, visibly concerned.

You turn your head to look at him with a bashful smirk, “I just think I need to get laid.”

“Pfft!” Eric almost spills his tea when laughing.

“Oh, shut up.” You swat him on his chest playfully. “You’re the lucky one in a relationship. Do you know how many years it’s been for me?”

Coming to think of it, was it four years ago, or even five? You can’t pinpoint the exact time, but you do remember it being pretty much at the beginning of your journey. Back in Atlanta,when you stayed at the CDC. You drank way too much wine and were absolutely shitfaced and so was Daryl. The two of you have been talking all night and fooled around, one thing just led to another.

The morning after wasn’t as awkward as you had expected. You woke up alone in your own room and once everyone met again for breakfast, he acted like nothing had happened and you just went along with it. To be fair, later that day you were informed that the building would blow up within hours, so your attention quickly shifted towards survival again.

But even after that, in all those years, not once have you talked about it. You don’t mind really. It’s been a good stress relief and you would not trade the bond you two have today for anything in the world.

Eric wiggles his eyebrows at you, “I’m sure, Spencer would be more than happy to scratch your itch.”

“Oh, I am so tempted to push you over the edge right now,” You tell him with narrowed eyes.

Eric muffels his laughter by trying to drink his tea. After a few sips, he asks, “How come? The topic, I mean. Someone’s on your mind?”

You blush immediately and bury your face in your own mug. “No!”

He laughs softly at your flustered state. “You know I can tell when you are lying.”

“I know I can’t lie for shit,” You look at your friend, pouting, “But you could at least have the courtesy to drop the topic once you see I am uncomfortable”

Eric just shrugs his shoulders. “Where is the fun in that?”

You shake your head with a small smile on your lips, “Sometimes I hate being friends with you.”

Eric just grins at you, “You don’t, you love me.”

All you can do is to weakly chortle. He is right, though. After a long sip from your tea, you look back at the trucks. Negan and the others have already moved on. Bummer. Again you nip on your almost empty mug, when someone calls your name.

You turn around to find Tara standing at the ladder, looking up at you. “Rick wants you at the pantry,” She pants, pointing weakly at the buildings behind her, “At once.”

You turn back at Eric with a frown on your face. Something's up. Eric must be thinking the same with his expression mirroring yours. You hand your mug to your friend before you go for the ladder.

“Please don’t do anything stupid." Eric whispers, worry prominent in his voice.

“You know me, Eric,” you smile at him, trying to ease the tension. “I’m reckless, not stupid.”

Once on the ground, Tara and you quickly hurry to the pantry. She tells you she doesn’t know what's going on, but giving the Saviors waiting for you, you know this can only mean trouble. Olivia is already awaiting you with Rick and Arat standing next to her. She looks so scared and you wonder what could have happened to frighten her that bad.

You enter the pantry and your eyes fall instantly on Dwight, who is standing between the shelfs with the clipboard in his hands. You can’t help but notice your backpack on the scared asshols shoulders.

“What's going on?” You ask no one in particular.

“The list of the inventory is incorrect” Your father states, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other.

“Incorrect?” You repeat confused.

“Yeah.” Arat confirms. “You are missing cans.”

“Missing?” You look at her in surprise. “No way, that can’t be. I counted the whole stock twice this morning.”

“Too bad you're not better than a third grader, then.” Dwight sighs from behind a shelf. “According to your list-” He tabs on the clipboard with a knife, your knife. Oh, he's gonna regret touching them. “You are short.”

“Or,” you fold your arms, narrowing your eyes at him. “You already took some before you guys counted.”

“Oh,” Dwight raises his eyebrows at your statement. “So you are accusing us of stealing?”

You roll your eyes at him. “How could I? After all, none of the things here belong to us anymore. They are all yours, right?”

Low chuckling behind you causes your shoulders to go stiff from tension. “That is exactly right.” Negan appears behind you and makes his way towards Simon and the others. “How many cans are we talking?”

“Eight,” Arat answers.

“EIGHT?!” You shout in disbelief. How can so many cans go missing? Maybe you miscounted, fine. Maybe by one, maybe even two but there is no way in hell you missed eight cans.

Dwight hands his boss the list and Negan quickly scans it before turning around towards Olivia. “Now. That doesn’t look too good, does it?” He takes a step closer towards her. “And whose job was that?”

“The signature looks like a ‘Grimes’ to me.” Dwight says, smuggly smiling at you.

Negan shifts his attention from Oliva to you, eying you for a brief second, before he looks back at the clipboard in his hands. Dwight just keeps smiling at you and it takes all of your willpower not to claw it off his face. “Then we’ll be expecting sixteen next week.” Negan states, looking at your father and handing the clipboard over.

Your eyebrows rise up at the high number. Lost for words, you look at your father who seems to be just as dumbfounded. While biting your tongue, you quickly turn on your heels and march out onto the street. You are seething from anger.

All eyes are on you as you make your way to the gardens. Rick looks after you with concern in his features. Simon just huffs a laugh at your reaction. “What are you all standing around here?” Negan suddenly asks as he looks around. “Get the shit loaded in the trucks. Chop chop.”

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Amber quickly grabs the blankets from under her to cover up her naked body when Negan climbs out of her bed. She pushes herself further into the pillows, away from him.

Negan doesn’t seem to notice and if he did, he is unmoved by it. He quickly picks his t-shirt up from the floor and pulls it over his head, when Amber suddenly asks, “Negan?”

“Huh?” is all he responds while grabbing his pants.

She shyly looks back on the floor, unsure if she dares to ask her question. When Negan's fumbling with his belt, her eyes slowly move up to look back at him again. “Who’s… who is Y/N?”

Negan’s movements stop and he looks at his latest wife for a short moment. She really heard him? Good thing he doesn’t care if she caught him whispering the wrong name when railing her. This would be awkward otherwise. Unbothered by her question, he leans down on the bed again to kiss her forehead. “No one to worry your pretty little head about.”

Amber doesn’t seem to be satisfied with his answer, but Negan carries on, ignoring her questioning eyes. He quickly grabs his jacket from the nearby chair and leaves her bedroom to make his way back to his own.

Once he closes Amber's bedroom door behind him, he lets out a long sigh. “Shit,” he whispers to himself as he walks through the empty corridor. He doesn’t mind slipping up the names, shit happens. No, what bothers him is that it’s getting significantly harder to keep Alexandria's scout out of his head.

It’s not the first time her face came up on his mind when he was with one of his wifes, but it’s the first time he actually lost himself in the fantasy. Imagining her instead of his wife underneath him.

Amber is by no means hard on the eye. She is beautiful. But not what he wants. Her skin is smooth and delicate. No bruises, no scars. Her thighs lack the small ridges of angry red and silver lines he knows he could feel if his hands run over the scout's skin.

Rick's daughter. Negan shakes his head. Out of all women in that fucking town his mind has to spiral almost nonstop about the goddamn daughter. How adorable she looked, when she was snuggled up in that stupid chair on the wall. How she pushed herself past him, when she stormed out of the pantry. God, she’s hot when she’s angry.

“Negan!”

The boss tiredly turns around towards the source of the voice. Fat Joey hurries around a corner to reach him. "What is it?" Negan askes in annoyance.

Out of breath and with his hands resting on his knees, the larger man says, “Arat. She asked for you. Down. At the storage rooms.”

Negan raises an eyebrow at that. It’s late at night, what could be so important to justify making him walk though the whole factory down to the lowest level? He dismisses Joey with a quick nod before he puts his leather jacket on, going for the stairs.

Arat and a few of his men are already waiting for their boss. “This better be about life and death,” Negan sighs, annoyed as all hell.

"Here." His lieutenant hands him a notebook and he reads the cover, ‘Inventory’. With an raised eyebrow he looks at the woman in front of him. “A worker saw someone sneaking around at our food section.” Arat starts to explain, “When she checked the list, she realized someone fucked with our documents.”

Negan’s eyebrows move into a frown as turns the notebook to the current page. The last row of numbers is blacked out with a sharpie and new numbers are written down below them. “Something stolen?”

“No.” Arat slightly shakes her head. “We’re not short, we’re overstocked.”

Negan's frown is morphing into a dark grimace, he better misheard her.

“The counting for the cans was adjusted from fifty-eight to sixty-six.” She crosses her arms. ”Eight cans.” The notebook scrunches in Negans tight fist. This can't be, he refuses to belive it. “The workers description of the man sounds exactly like-”

“Dwight.” Negan finishes her sentence and Arat nods in confirmation. That little fucker. He starts pacing from one side of the room to the other, trying his best to stay composed. Does the asshole even realize the situation he put the Saviors in, put his Sunshine in?

After a long moment and a deep breath, Negan finally turns around towards Arat again. “Put him in a cell. Maybe he forgot how comfortable they are. Give him a little 'wake up call' while you're at it.”

The woman nods again and snips at the other Saviors to get them moving, too. But before she exits the room, Negan orders, “Also, credit the worker fifty additional points to her name. Shit like that needs to be rewarded.”

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

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Howdy, dorks ^^ guess who’s got lemlav lmao

This is Part 1 to a 2 part fluffy one shot! The other half isn’t finished yet, but as soon at it is, I’ll post it! Hope you enjoy my mid writing skills 💀 No beta read we die like gram gram </3

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⚠️!! WARNINGS !!⚠️ : N/A! Enjoy! <3

Soft Shell, Softer Touches

Two hours.

It’s been two hours since Donnie’s been gone for business with a certain group of well-dressed crooks, the Purple Dragons. Niyah was beginning to get worried. She knew she couldn’t call or text him because that could compromise Donnie’s (and her own) safety. So, instead, Janiyah sat on the floor of Donnie’s lab, impatiently waiting for him to come back.

Two hours and ten minutes.

This was torture. Where was he? Was he okay? Why did he insist on going alone?! Niyah’s mind began to wander.

Was he captured? Was he hurt? Was he okay? Was he unconscious in a random alleyway? Was he…

Niyah squeezed her eyes shut at that last thought. There was an uneasy feeling in her stomach that she wanted so badly to ignore, but the way it twisted and turned made her sick. Where was that dum-dum turtle—!

Suddenly, the mechanical door to the lab opened. Niyah opened her eyes to spot a exhausted looking—

“Donnie!” She sat up immediately and went to greet him. Usually, Niyah greets everyone with a hug, but for Donnie, she’d always give him a generous amount of distance and an occasional polite wave. The Softshell blinked as if he was surprised to see her.

“Where the heck were you?!” She almost shouted, worry woven into her words. Donnie just looked at her with a lazy expression. “Purple Dragons,” he simply replied. “Remember?” and he walked past her to get to his work desk.

“You were gone for two hours,” She stated, the worry never leaving her face. Donnie seemed to shrug it off. “You know how the Dragons are, they’re difficult.”

Niyah was bewildered at his indifference. Did he really not care? She spent hours worrying over him for nothing…? Donnie didn’t notice how quiet she got, a usual sign that she was upset about something. Instead, he hopped in his spinny chair and started to tinker with a big-looking, unfinished project. Niyah only blinked in surprise.

“You’re getting back to work?” Donnie didn’t spare her a glance, “Yep,” He replied lamely.

“But, you just got back…” Niyah said, more to herself than him. “The Dragons threw a wrench in my plans. I’m extremely behind schedule,” Don explained, an annoyed scowl on his face. Niyah couldn’t tell if that scowl was caused by the Purple Dragons or her. Still, she slowly approached the genius, taking the seat beside him. Donnie had added another chair to his lab a few weeks ago as a result of Niyah visiting him so often.

She sat a distance away from Donnie, almost afraid to get too close to him while he was in such a sour mood. Then again, something always had Donatello in a sour mood.

“I think you should take a break,” Niyah nearly whispered. She glanced from his work and to his eyes, hoping that he’d catch her stare and look back. But, to her disappointment, he did not. Instead, Donnie replied with, “I can’t possibly waste any more time than I already have.”

“Breaks aren't a waste of—“ Niyah tried to respond, but apparently, Donnie wasn’t finished. “Why do you care so much?” He finally looked at her. Niyah then realized the annoyed scowl was meant for her. She shrank back into her own chair, using her leg to slowly push herself back and create more and more distance.

“Sorry, I was just worried,” She mumbled, chest tightening as she avoided his stare. Donnie’s expression softened and he let out a soft sigh.

“I hope you know I’m more than capable of handling myself,” He grunted, turning away from Niyah and going back to his work. “You don’t have to worry.”

Niyah sat in silence after that. Donnie had wondered if he was being too mean. Niyah was more of the sensitive type, easy to get emotional. He tried to filter what he said to be less mean around her because, well, he cared. He cared about her, though he’d never admit it out loud. She always listened to him ramble about science and things he knows. Sometimes, she’d even ask questions about it too! They had recently begun studying astronomy and astrology together (Donnie wasn’t a fan of astrology but he couldn’t say no to her).

She’d always seem interested in what he had to say, even if sometimes she looked distracted. Donnie often wondered if there was something on his face with the way she stared at him. Niyah always listened with that small smile that Donnie (and he’ll never admit this,) adored.

Suddenly, snapping Donnie out of his daydream, Niyah quietly stood up. He watched her in his peripherals as she exited the room. Ah, she left.

Donnie sighed, running a hand down his face. Maybe he was being too mean. She spent hours in his lab just keeping him company, asking questions— not just about the current project— about him and how he was doing. Always making sure to check on him and making sure he’s eaten something at least. Donatello felt like he was taking her for granted… he felt like a jerk for being so annoyed at her being concerned for him. He wanted to apologize the next time he saw her. Maybe even thank her. But now, he could finally tend to—

The door to his lab opened again. Don snapped his head towards the light seeping into the cool, purple-toned room. It was Niyah again. And in her hands, a cup of hot coffee.

Oh. She had left to make him some. She went out of her way to do something for him even after he was being sour. Donnie felt his face warm at that.

She said nothing as she carefully placed the mug beside him, then sat back in her chair. Donnie eyed her curiously the whole time. “Careful, it’s hot,” She finally warned. Donnie tried to ignore the warmth of his face that was definitely not caused by Niyah, but by the heat of the coffee. Right.

“Thanks,” he mumbled hesitantly , glancing away from her, taking the mug in his hands. He lightly blew at the beverage before taking a sip. The drink warmed his chest. He had grown a tolerance to coffee a long time ago, but he still enjoyed drinking it. Donnie felt himself relax as he let out a sigh of relief.

“They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Niyah asked out of the blue. Donnie glanced at her, putting down his coffee. She had her head down on the desk, staring up at him. He could see the concern in her brown eyes though she didn’t express it externally. His stare softened and he blinked.

“No, nothing serious.” He lied, turning back to his work, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across his face at her persistent stare. Why was he so… nervous? Niyah stared at him before, even when she tried to sneak it. She seemed to study him in a way. Donnie got used to it after a while, but now, her staring at him was making him uneasy… in a good way?

“Why do you care so much?” He questioned quietly again, but differently this time. This question was soft and genuine; he really wanted to know. Donnie never looked back at her though. “About me?” He added.

Niyah smiled softly at his question before speaking. “Because you’re my friend,” she stated proudly, shifting slightly to fidget with the sleeves of her puffy, cream-colored cardigan. She sounded so certain, as if being his friend was enough of an answer.

“Because I’m your friend?” Donnie echoed, letting out a disbelieving chuckle. “Is it really that easy?”

“Yes,” she replied, her face warming as she held eye contact with him. Her dark cocoa eyes held an emotion… a feeling that Donnie has felt before, but couldn’t name. “Yes, it is.”

Donnie felt himself smile but quickly hid it in his palm. Niyah had a calm look in her eyes. Like two big black holes, dark and alluring, drawing him in the more he stared into them. A dark sea of mystery that he so wished to explore. He would have almost found himself drowning in them if he didn’t snap back into reality.

“Thank you,” Donnie muttered, unable to take his eyes off of the girl in front of him. “For caring about me.” This time, he didn’t hide the shy smile that was stained on his face.

Niyah sighed, “Anytime, Donnie.” She’s said his name a million times before, but for some reason, his heart squeezed. Donnie felt himself flush at her words, praying to whoever was up there that it didn’t show. It was like a triple homicide. Her eyes, her smile, her voice… he felt weak.

Weak.

Donnie remembered it. The stinging had somewhat lessened, enough that he almost could get used to the pain and forget about it. Still, Donnie winced, not at the pain, but at the way Niyah’s smile shrank as she noticed something was up.

WOOO!! One down and one to go! The second part might be a bit long, so deepest apologies for that. Hope you enjoyed this lil thingy I did way back in November lmao. Have a lovely day, ya dorks <3 (Also, very sorry for my awful writing 🕊️)

— Your Local Sweater Rat!

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PART ONE: (You’re here, silly!)

PART TWO: (Unfinished)

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