#look – they’ve been together a long time lol
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The 36th Floor - Could've Been an Email
satoru gojo x suguru geto
warnings: angst? is that a warning? idk lol
wc: 11.2k
previous chapter here
“I’ll just get straight to the point I guess…” Nanami starts, taking a breath and clearing his throat before he continues. The way he quickly looks between Utahime and Suguru makes Suguru’s stomach turn in anticipation. He fidgets with his fingers as he sits back in the comfortable armchair. “If you want the position it’s all yours.” Suguru’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open, not expecting those to be the words to come out of his mouth whatsoever.
“R-really?” He stutters, feeling like he’s in a dream or something. With wide eyes, he looks over to Utahime who nods her head with a reassuring smile on her face.
Nanami nods his head with a soft smile. “Like I explained in my email, the other candidate dropped out.” He clasps his hands together and leans back into his chair, resting his elbows on the armrests on either side of him. “I vouch for you, Utahime vouches for you, Yaga vouches for you. I think you’re a great fit and HQ seems to agree.” Suguru can’t help but feel like his heart is going to beat out of his chest at any second. “Utahime has the official job offer letter for you.” Nanami trails off, looking over at her.
“Oh, yeah, just a second.” She says, opening up the folder she has with her and setting the papers in front of Suguru on the desk. “You’re welcome to think about it or you can sign right now, you have until the end of the week if you want.” She reassures him as he leans forward, grabbing the paper and quickly looking it over.
“Feel free to ask any us questions you have, I’m sure you have quite a few.” Nanami pipes up as Suguru skims the offer letter. The spacious glass surrounded office is quiet as Suguru quickly looks over the letter, seeing mostly random corporate office jargon and what some of his basic responsibilities would be. Suguru sees Fukuoka mentioned, and looks over the sentence once more. Training would commence at our Fukuoka branch on December 1st and complete no later than June 1st of the following year.
“Six months?” Suguru asks, caught off guard when his widened eyes read over the words. Six months he would be training in Fukuoka. Six months he would be on the other side of Japan. Six months in another whole new city. Six months he would be away from Satoru. “Sorry.” Suguru says while shaking his head, realizing how surprised he sounded.
Nanami chuckles at his reaction and nods his head lightly. “Yes, it’s quite a long process, but that is the typical timeframe for training for a position like this.” Suguru listens as he explains further what the training process would look like; shadowing the current vice president for a majority of the time, visiting every branch across the country, and just learning how to do every part of the job the correct and in the most efficient way.
The more questions Nanami and Utahime answer for him, the more questions seem to pop into his head. Before they know it, they’ve been talking for over an hour. Although Suguru has what seems like a thousand more questions, he decides that he’s going to think about it and come back with his answer later in the week.
He stands up from where he’s seated, thanks Nanami and Utahime with a handshake and starts to make his way back to his desk, tucking the offer letter in between the papers of his notebook. He nervously chews on the inside of his lip as he walks down the hallway back towards his cubicle. He rounds the corner and first sees Shoko sitting at her desk, her chin resting in her palm as she normally is. Satoru immediately turns around as he hears Suguru approaching.
“Where have you been?” Satoru questions him, spinning around in his chair to watch as Suguru takes a seat back in his own chair.
“Nanami’s office.” Suguru responds, looking back at him with a smile. Shoko perks up, wanting to hear what about.
“Ooh, why?” Satoru questions.
“You in trouble already?” Shoko asks, a slight teasing tone in her voice.
“Just some things he wanted me to work on this week.” Suguru decides not to say anything. He’s not completely sure why, but he doesn’t want to announce anything just yet. He needs to think it over for a couple days to figure out how he’s going to tell them; more specifically, how he’s going to tell Satoru.
“Bo-ring.” Satoru chimes, shaking his head as Suguru shakes his mouse to wake his computer up. Suguru smiles over at him, shaking his head in disapproval.
“When did you finally make it in?” Suguru asks with raised brows, wanting to quickly change the subject to Satoru’s chronic lateness.
“I’ll have you know, I was only 15 minutes late.” Satoru says, raising his eyebrows at Suguru over the edge of his cubicle. Suguru looks over at Shoko who’s already looking back at him, shaking her head.
“You know, for some reason, I don't think I believe you.” Suguru says, the smile on his face apparent in his voice.
“Okay fine, it was 45 minutes, but what’s the difference?”
“30 minutes, Satoru. That’s the difference.” Suguru shoots back, looking over at him once more with narrowed eyes and an amused smirk. He turns back to his computer, trying to focus on his work to push the meeting and job offer letter hiding in his notebook towards the back of his head. He keeps his head down, and before he knows it, Satoru is leaning over the side of his cubicle, trying to get his attention.
“Earth to Sugu.” Satoru says, tapping Suguru on the shoulder. “Are you coming to lunch? Shoko’s waiting.”
Suguru takes a deep breath and looks at the pile of papers in his inbox. “Um, you guys can go ahead without me.” He says, looking up at Satoru.
Satoru looks back down at him with wide eyes, not expecting such an answer from him. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I wanna try to catch up on everything here.” He says, his fingers picking anxiously at the underside of his armrest. “Say hi to Yuji for me?” He looks up at Satoru with a forced smile.
“I’ll bring you something back, okay?” Satoru asks, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Suguru’s head. Suguru nods his head, giving him a small smile and a, “thank you,” before Satoru heads out to meet Shoko, who’s already waiting in the hallway.
Suguru puts his head back down and continues working. The more he focuses on his work, the less he has to think about a new job, and having to tell Satoru about it. How am I supposed to tell him? He’s going to be devastated when I tell him I have to be away for so long. He keeps working throughout his entire lunch, not even noticing how fast the time flies by until Satoru and Shoko make their way back into the small nook that their desks call home. The first thing he hears is Satoru’s voice loudly talking as the two of them walk down the hallway, taking him out of the extreme focus he’s in. Satoru rounds the corner with a small brown bag in his hand.
“Yuji was disappointed that you weren’t there.” Satoru says, leaving the bag on Suguru’s desk with a smile. Suguru mouths the words thank you up at him as he picks up the bag. He opens it up and sees what can only be a sandwich inside, neatly wrapped up in brown butcher paper.
Suguru speaks with a soft smile on his face, not looking up from his desk as he hears both Satoru and Shoko sit back down. “Don’t worry, I’ll see him tomorrow.” The rest of the work day seems to go by just as quickly with how busy he’s keeping. As soon as Suguru finishes one task, he immediately buries himself into another, leaving Satoru with little room to bother him like he usually does.
“Sugu, come on! It’s time to go home.” Satoru says, his computer already shut down and his jacket on. Shoko had already left for the day, but Satoru waited for Suguru to be done because they were going home together.
Suguru looks at the time in the corner of his monitor, seeing that it’s well past their time to leave for the day. “Oh shit.” He says, finally snapping out of it, shaking his head to try to get some of the fog cleared out from his brain. “Sorry.” He quickly organizes his things neatly and puts them into his bag before throwing on his jacket. “What are you thinking for dinner?” He asks as he tosses his bag over his shoulder and follows Satoru out into the hallway.
“Do you have any ideas?” Satoru asks, hurrying ahead and opening the door for Suguru.
“I don’t really care as long as it’s something quick.” He says, suddenly feeling the empty pit that is his stomach from not eating lunch. He only realizes once they’re heading out the front doors of the building that he left the sandwich from Satoru up at his desk. I’ll get it tomorrow.
Their walk to the train station is much quieter than normal. Satoru talks, but Suguru doesn’t do as much talking back as he normally does, answering with an occasional hum or head nod. I don’t even know how I’m supposed to tell him. Suguru’s mind is too busy racing with thoughts and questions that just lead to more and more questions. I wish he could just come with me. I can't ask him to do that. He’d probably have to quit - find a new job in Fukuoka just in time for us to come back here. What if I just don’t take it? No that’s stupid, I have to take it - I’d be an idiot not to. They scan their cards and make their way onto the platform to catch their train. He can’t be apart from me for six months, I mean, look at how he is when we’re apart for two days. Suguru hears sounds coming out of Satoru’s mouth, but he still can’t seem to make out a single word. I can’t be apart from him for six months… Suguru finally admits it to himself. But I can’t ask him to quit just to come with me. That’s even more insa-
“Are you okay, Gugu?” Satoru asks as they find seats on the train. Those are the first words of Satoru’s to actually resonate in Suguru’s brain in what feels like forever, but in reality was only a couple minutes. He gives Suguru’s hand a squeeze, letting him know that he’s there. Suguru takes a breath and lets it out slowly, resting his head on Satoru’s shoulder as the doors close and the train lurches forward.
“Yeah…” He sighs. “Just tired.” He lets his eyes fall closed as they listen to Satoru’s playlist, sharing headphones as they commonly do. Satoru takes his answer at face value and doesn’t push any further, not wanting to pry deeper and irritate him if he actually is just tired. The purple bags under his eyes don’t go against what he’s saying, so he has no choice but to believe him.
I should be excited to tell him about this, not completely dreading it. Is it a mistake if I take it? What is that going to do to us? He doesn’t particularly like the idea of having to be long distance with Satoru for half a year, but dislikes the idea of asking Satoru to abandon everything here just to come with him for those six months.
Satoru decides to just quickly order some pizza on his phone so that their food will be there to meet them when they get back to his apartment. Suguru nearly falls asleep on Satoru’s shoulder on the ride back towards his apartment, but is jolted back to life when Satoru stands up and grabs his hand, ready to head off at their stop. He follows back to Satoru’s place, excited to finally see Shiro after a week of not seeing her.
They make it up to the apartment and once inside are immediately greeted by Shiro rubbing against both of their legs and meowing loudly for attention. Suguru smiles down at her as he sets his bag down and bends over to pick her up. “Hey there pretty girl, did you miss me?” He coos, cradling her into his chest. He carries her over to the wall of windows and looks out into the lights of the city. He’s sad that they’re home from Okinawa, but he’ll admit that he definitely missed this view.
“What about your pretty boy?” Satoru asks with his eyebrows raised and arms crossed in front of his chest from his spot next to the entryway table, looking very impatiently at Suguru as he gives Shiro all the pets she missed from him last week.
“You were on vacation with me. She wasn’t.” Suguru shoots back, continuing to love on Shiro until she wants to be put down. “Okay, now it’s your turn, I guess.” Suguru says, teasing Satoru with his arms open towards him. Satoru pouts and turns his back on him dramatically, heading towards the kitchen. “So you’re ignoring me now, huh?” Satoru doesn’t answer and Suguru turns around, heading towards Satoru’s room to get changed out of his work clothes.
Once he’s in the closet, Satoru joins him almost immediately. “You just wanted to watch me undress.”
“Is there a problem with that?”
Suguru can’t help but shake his head with a smirk. “No, I guess not.” He says, grabbing a random tshirt and pulling it on. Satoru does the same, quickly changing out of his work clothes and pulling on some shorts and one of Suguru’s tshirts.
Satoru looks down at his phone in his hand just before they hear a faint knock at the front door. “That’s our dinner!” He says, heading out to greet the delivery person. Suguru finishes changing and lets his hair down before heading back out towards the living room, grabbing one of the many hair clips laying around Satoru’s apartment on the way. He sees Satoru already opening the large pizza box and taking out a slice.
As he makes his way towards the kitchen, he twists up his hair and clips it into place. “Did you need to get such a big one?” Suguru asks, grabbing a piece for himself and leaning up against the counter next to Satoru.
“I’m a growing boy, Sugu.” Satoru shoots back with a mouth full of pizza. “I need lots of food.”
“Satoru, you’re 28 years old. You’re more man-child, if anything.” Suguru points out. “Besides, I doubt you’ve grown at all in the past ten years.”
Satoru’s eyebrows knit together as his mouth falls open dramatically. “Hey! I could still grow more!”
“Baby, I don’t think you need to. And besides, if you grow any taller, I won’t be able to do this.” Suguru says as he gives Satoru a quick peck on the cheek.
“Awe come on, you don’t want a big strong boyfriend?” Satoru asks, sticking out his bottom lip into a pout, trying to hide his smile from Suguru’s kiss on his cheek.
“Satoru, I already have a big strong boyfriend.” Suguru says, turning Satoru’s pout back into a self-assured smile with one compliment. He wraps his arms around Satoru’s torso and hugs him tightly, taking a deep breath as he nestles his face into his neck.
“You think so?” Satoru returns, his voice soft and sweet in Suguru’s ear as they stand there, slightly swaying back and forth in each other’s arms.
“Definitely.”
The two of them eat a few slices of pizza each over the kitchen island, not bothering to grab plates or even sit down until they’re both too full to eat any more. Satoru heads over to sit on the couch while Suguru puts the leftovers away, knowing that they’ll probably snack on them later. Satoru turns on the TV and picks out a movie as Suguru comes to join him on the couch.
Suguru plops down next to him and puts his arm up on the back of the couch, an invitation for Satoru to wrap his arms around Suguru’s torso and snuggle in close. He pulls a blanket over the two of them as the movie he picked out starts playing. The two of them are surprisingly silent for a few minutes, just watching the movie, although both of their minds are far away; Suguru thinking about his job offer, and Satoru thinking about asking Suguru to move in.
Satoru’s mind races and he has an unfamiliar feeling in his chest. It feels tight, like he can’t get a full breath of air. I wonder if Suguru forgot I even asked. I probably shouldn’t have asked in the first place. What if it was too much? Is that why he didn’t wanna go to lunch today? Shit, I shouldn’t have ever said anything. He’s too preoccupied to notice the pounding of Suguru’s heart against his chest as he rests his head on it.
“Satoru?” Suguru pipes up quietly, bringing Satoru’s racing mind to a screeching halt.
Satoru picks his head up from where it lays on suguru’s chest. “Mmhm?” He asks, trying to seem as if he wasn’t just silently panicking. The feeling of Suguru’s hand mindlessly tracing over his back would normally put him at ease, but right now, he feels more tense than ever.
“I thought about your offer…” He starts, and Satoru immediately feels his heart pick up even more in his chest; something he didn’t know was possible.
Can he secretly read minds or something and just hasn’t told me? No, he would tell me. He would definitely tell me… Right? Yeah, he would a hundred percent tell me something like that… Yeah. “Oh yeah?” Satoru responds, trying to sound as cool and collected as always.
Suguru feels his own heart beating out of control in his chest as he speaks. “I wanna move in with you.” He says, and immediately the tightness in Satoru’s chest fades away. He looks up at Suguru, his eyes bright and his lips slightly parted in pleasant surprise.
“Really?” Satoru asks, his voice soft and sweet, genuinely happy to hear Suguru’s answer. Suguru nods his head with a smile. Satoru can’t help but excitedly sit up and throw his arms around Suguru’s neck, pulling him for a hug that would put a boa constrictor to shame.
“Baby, you’re squeezing the life out of me.” Suguru struggles to get out as Satoru hugs him tightly.
He loosens his grip, sitting back to just look into Suguru’s eyes with the biggest smile on his face. “And you’re serious?” Satoru asks, wanting to make sure this isn’t all some kind of sick joke.
“I’m serious.” Suguru reassures him. Satoru doesn’t know what to do and leans forward, pulling Suguru in for a passionate kiss. His lips feel soft against his own, the same as they always do, but something about them is sweeter this time. They taste like sweet, sweet honey. They smile against each other’s lips, never wanting to let go. Satoru’s arms are wrapped around Suguru’s neck, holding him in place until he finally lets go.
“So, uh- when?” Satoru asks, nervously scratching at the back of his neck with a coy smile on his face.
Suguru chuckles at his eagerness. “Well…” He starts, thinking about his current living situation. “I would have to give my apartment a month’s notice, but I guess I could start moving things whenever.” Suguru pushes the thought of having to leave on December 1st to the back of his mind, deciding to think about it later. That’s about a month and a half… I should tell him now. No, no I can’t, it’s just not the right time yet… I’ll tell him eventually.
“So tomorrow?” Satoru asks, a beaming smile on his face as he leans impossibly closer to Suguru’s face. Suguru laughs again, leaning back slightly.
“Baby, I haven’t packed anything.”
“But we can start tomorrow! Right?” He asks, doubling down on his previous offer in a higher pitched tone.
Suguru shakes his head with a smile on his face, leaning in to press a kiss to Satoru’s cheek. “How about we start this weekend? I don’t know that I have the energy right now to work all day and then come home and prepare to move.”
“That’s what you have me for!” Satoru tries to argue back. “I can do it all while you relax and watch!”
“Darling, I mean this in the most loving way possible - I don’t want you to pack up all of my things by yourself.” Suguru says, leaning back into the couch.
“You don’t trust me?”
“It’s not that I don't trust you… Can we please just do it together this weekend?” Suguru sighs, already feeling slightly defeated at the concept of having to move.
“Okay.” Satoru reluctantly agrees, knowing that he isn’t going to get his way this time.
“It’s only 4 days, baby.” Suguru tries to make him feel better. “And I’m gonna be with you anyways.”
“I know…” Satoru starts, sounding slightly deflated. “I just wanna live with you already.”
“Well, not much is going to be different except all my things will be here rather than most of my things.” Suguru continues. Satoru has a small smile on his face, looking back at Suguru once again. “I’m so excited to come home to you every day.” Suguru says, a genuine smile on his face.
“But you’ll be coming home with me, you know, since we get off at the same time and work at the same place.” Satoru says, coming back with a smart-ass answer.
“Do you want me to rethink my decision?” Suguru asks, teasing lightly as he raises an eyebrow at him.
“No no no!” Satoru waves his hands in front of him as he begs, knowing full well that he’s joking.
The rest of the night is just like any other. They finish watching their movie on the couch and eventually head to bed, knowing that they have to be up early again in the morning to go to work. Somehow, Satoru falls asleep seemingly the fastest he’s ever fallen asleep, and Suguru is left awake and alone, staring up at the ceiling, just thinking about everything.
Why can’t I just fucking tell him? That would’ve been the perfect opportunity and I just… Couldn’t. He lets out a sigh as Satoru shifts and drapes his arm over Suguru’s chest while he sleeps soundly. I have to tell him. I’ll tell him tomorrow as soon as we wake up. Yeah, I’ll tell him tomorrow.
But he doesn’t. He doesn’t tell him tomorrow, or the next day, or even the next day. The offer letter hadn’t moved from where it was tucked into his notebook since Monday morning. Before he knows it, it’s Friday morning. He had stayed at his own apartment the night before, which was surprising to Satoru.
“Really?” Satoru asks, a hint of worry mixed with sadness in his voice after Suguru tells him that he isn’t going to be spending the night. “But you always come over Thursday nights.”
“I know, but I promise I’ll sleep over tomorrow and all weekend, okay?” Suguru tries to make him feel better. I just need some time to think. The look on Satoru’s face when they part ways puts a bad taste in Suguru’s mouth. He feels like he’s letting him down; he knows he’s letting him down by keeping such a big thing from him. He wants to turn around and run and tell him, but his feet won't carry him and his voice won't say anything.
It’s late that night that he signs the offer letter. He looks at it, sitting on his kitchen counter, taunting him. He had finally brought it home with the intention to sign it. He reads over every word once more with the glass of whiskey soda he’d made himself in his hand. He was looking for a reason not to sign it, but everything was perfect - other than having to be in Fukuoka for six months. It was his dream job; everything he had on his mind when he first moved to Tokyo just under a year ago. So why does it feel so wrong?
He knows exactly why. Tomorrow. I’m telling him tomorrow whether I like it or not, he decides after telling himself the same thing for the past week. Suguru holds the pen in his free hand, hesitating for a moment with the tip pressed against the paper. It’s only six months… It’s not the end of the world. He downs the rest of his drink and sets the glass down before he quickly signs his name, his signature flowing flawlessly across the page. I did it.
He decides to take a shower before bed. Normally he would put on some music, but he doesn’t bother this time. He allows the hot water to run over his body, letting out a sigh as the droplets kiss the intricate tattoos that adorn his chest and shoulders. He stands with his eyes closed as he lets the water fully wet his hair. He doesn’t know when or why, but silent tears start to fall from his eyes and down his cheeks. He can’t tell what’s tears and what’s water from the showerhead; it’s all the same to him at this point.
“Why the fuck am I even crying?” He says to himself out loud, laughing at himself lightly as he rubs his eyes. Probably drank too much, he tries to convince himself, knowing that that’s not the reason at all. The stark contrast from the restfulness of last week compared to the stress and anxiety of this week had bubbled up enough and finally made its way out in the form of tears. There were a lot of big changes coming in the very near future, and it scared him, even if just a little. He stands under the water silently for a few more minutes before quickly running through his routine and shutting off the water.
He dries off and starts getting ready to head to bed. He first heads out to his living room, passing the offer letter on his kitchen counter once more before sitting down on the couch. He opens up his phone and sees a text from his mom. Before even thinking about it, he’s holding the phone to his ear, listening to it ring for a minute before there’s an answer.
“Hi sweetheart.” He hears his mother’s voice and it almost immediately feels a wave of calm rush over his body. He sits back into the couch, holding the phone to his ear with one hand and holding his other arm across his chest, his hand tucked into his armpit.
“Hi mom.” He says back, his voice already sounding tired and like he’s holding something back.
“Is everything alright?” She asks, immediately sensing that something is off.
Suguru lets out a sigh before he feels a familiar feeling welling up and before he can stop it, his bottom lip starts to quiver and tears are building up in his eyes once again. “Well,” He starts, trying his best to not sound like he’s about to cry. “I got a new job.” He says, putting a forced smile onto his face to try to make himself feel better.
He hears her excited gasp through the phone. “Really?”
“Yeah, well, it’s actually more like a promotion, but it’s gonna be completely different compared to what I do now.” He continues explaining, pushing back against the feeling in his chest. “I’m gonna be the Vice President of Operations.”
“Sweetheart, that’s amazing. I’m so proud of you.” She says, the smile on her voice evident through the phone. Hearing those words come from her mouth makes the tears threaten even more to spill over the edges of his eyes. “What did Satoru say?” She asks. Suguru’s stomach does a flip at her words.
“Um,” He starts feeling the familiar tightness in his chest once again, “I… Haven’t told him yet.” He continues.
There’s a long pause before Kazuko speaks up again. “Honey…” The way her voice delicately says it is enough to finally have the tears spilling over the edge of Suguru’s eyes. He was doing everything in his power to hold them back, but he simply couldn’t anymore. “You have to tell him.” She continues.
He does his best to keep his cries quiet, but finds it difficult to, sniffling as he wipes the tears from his own cheeks. “I know.” He says, his voice slightly shaky. “I’m gonna tell him tomorrow.”
“I’m surprised he wasn’t the first person you told.” She says with a chuckle, which makes Suguru’s stomach do another flip.
“I know…” He lets out a sigh before continuing. He should have been the first. “I just don’t know how to.”
“What’s so hard about it?” She asks, wanting to do her best to help her son to feel better.
Fuck. His chest tightens even more just thinking about it. He can’t help the hot tears that continue streaming down his cheeks as he sucks in a breath. “I have to train in Fukuoka for six months…” He does his best to stop himself from continuing crying, but saying the words out loud doesn’t help. “I start on December first and I don’t know…” He trails off.
There’s silence from the other end of the phone while Suguru tries to calm himself down, taking slow shaky breaths. Now she understands why he’s feeling so disheartened. “You need to tell him, honey. I know it’s hard, but you need to do it.”
He sniffles as he wipes his cheeks clean and puts his phone on speaker before setting it down on the table in front of him, sitting with his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands. “I know.” He repeats, mostly for himself. “I’m going to tomorrow.” His hands are trembling at this point. Fuck, why am I like this?
“Suguru,” She starts, her voice coming through the phone sounding just as sweet and comforting as it does in person. Hearing her say his name makes Suguru sit up, listening to what she’s about to say. “You’re not going to feel better until you tell him.” He bites his bottom lip, trying to stop himself from crying so that he can speak, but Kazuko continues on. “Honey…” She starts, but takes a breath before continuing in a soft, almost comforting voice. “When your father died…” She takes another pause, trying to find the right words. “Telling you was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.” Her voice is dead calm as she says it, like it’s hard for her to get the words out.
Talking about his father’s death wasn’t something that Suguru thought hurt anymore, but hearing those words come out of his mother’s mouth and through the phone make him break down all over again. His eyes quickly well up with tears that quickly spill over the edges, following the same trails down his rosy pink cheeks. He clenches his jaw, trying to keep it from shaking while he wipes the tears from his face, only for more to immediately follow. He thinks back to when he was 18. His father had been sick for a while and he was expecting it, but that didn’t make it any easier to find out. He remembers how hard it seemed for his mom to say the words without crying. She wanted to stay strong for him.
Kazuko continues, doing her best not to cry herself. “I know how impossible it feels - like everything is gonna come immediately crashing down - but you will genuinely feel so much better after you tell him; like a weight has been lifted off of you.” She’s not saying anything Suguru doesn’t already know and has said to himself, but it feels worlds different actually hearing it from his mother. “I’m very proud of you honey, and I know Satoru will be too.” She finishes off.
Suguru takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, successfully calming himself down once again. “Thank you, mom.” He manages to get out with a sniffle. “I love you.”
“I love you too sweetheart. Six months will be over before you know it”
They finish up their phone call with a few regular trivialities before they finally part ways for now. Suguru immediately sees that Satoru had tried to call him and texted as well.
‘Call me when u get this 😚’
Suguru smiles as he looks at the words on the screen through sore and red, puffy eyes. He quickly heads to the sink and downs a glass of water, rubbing the final residual tears out of his eyes and off his cheeks. He opens the door to the patio and steps outside, feeling the cold late-October night air engulfing his hot skin as he closes the door and sits down. He listens to the busy city around him as he takes a few deep breaths.
I’m not gonna tell him right now. I’m going to do it in person tomorrow. This is just a normal phone call with Satoru. Nothing scary about it. He spends a few minutes outside, literally cooling off before he steps back inside and sits back down on the couch. He grabs his phone and calls Satoru. It only rings once before he answers.
“Hi Sugu.” Satoru’s voice is as cheery as ever when he answers the phone.
“Hi baby, I’m sorry I didn’t answer, I was on the phone with my mom.” He says, knowing he’s not telling the full story.
“No fair! You should’ve told her I said hi.” Satoru says and Suguru can practically hear his pout through the phone. “Did you talk about me?”
“Stop being so full of yourself.” Suguru says playfully, finally starting to feel a little bit better. The noise that comes out of Satoru’s mouth at his comment is enough to make Suguru chuckle. “So what’s up with you?”
Satoru doesn’t immediately answer, which slightly worries Suguru. Does he know something? He hears him take a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. “Baby?” He asks, a worried feeling building in his chest the longer Satoru goes without speaking.
“Sugu, are we good?” He finally asks, and the question breaks Suguru’s heart into pieces. It was the first time Satoru had asked anything like that and it hurt to think that he was feeling like that.
“Baby,” Suguru starts, but interrupts himself with a nervous chuckle, “Is this because I’m not sleeping over tonight?” He asks, hoping that’s the only reason he’s asking.
“Well, yeah kinda, but I just feel like you've just been… I don’t know, weird this week…” Satoru continues on and the tightness in Suguru’s chest quickly returns. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down.
“Oh…” He starts out softly, unsure of himself with what to say. “I'm sorry I made you feel that way, baby… But I promise, me not sleeping over tonight has nothing to do with us. I just really needed to get some work done and I knew you would never let that happen on your watch.” Suguru says, lightly teasing him to hopefully lighten the mood a bit. He feels bad that he’s not telling the entire truth. I could just tell him now. No I can’t, I’m doing it in person. He has a quick mental battle with himself as he hears Satoru’s voice come back through the speaker.
“Well duh, why are you doing work at home?! It’s meant to be done at work. That’s why they call it work, you know?” Satoru says, back to his normal bubbly and slightly irritating self.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner and made you feel like that.” Suguru spologizes again, feeling guilty. “You can come over after work tomorrow and we can take some of my things over, how does that sound?” Suguru suggests, a smile on his face at the thought.
“That sounds perfect, my sweet.” Satoru says, the smile on his face apparent in his voice.
“Perfect.” Suguru says, now much more excited about tomorrow and surprisingly less nervous. “We can fill up a couple of my suitcases with clothes and just take the train to your place.” Suguru continues, interrupting himself with a yawn.
“Are you tired already? Am I really dating an old geezer who gets tired at 10 o’clock?” Satoru teases back.
“Sorry I’m not a freak that can survive purely on sugar and never get tired.”
“I get tired!” Satoru argues back. Suguru chuckles to himself thinking about how that was the part that Satoru chose to disagree with. “Well, I love you and I hope you have a great sleep, gramps.”
“Good luck getting into my apartment tomorrow when I shut the door behind me and lock you out.”
“Okay, okay I take it all back, you’re the most beautiful, handsome, sexy, youthful, 28-year-old i've ever seen, please don’t lock me out.” Satrou quickly walks it back. They both chuckle lightly before Suguru yawns once again.
“I love you, baby.” Suguru says with a soft smile on his face, his spirits successfully lifted by their short conversation.
“I love you too. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Satoru says before they end the call, leaving Suguru alone in his living room once again. He sits, lingering for just a moment before standing up and heading towards the kitchen. He grabs the signed offer letter and sticks it into his bag, not wanting to forget it in the morning.
He quickly gets ready for bed and climbs under the covers, feeling worn out from crying so much. Looking up at the dark ceiling, Suguru takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself for the day that lies ahead of him.
I’m gonna tell him, and everything is gonna be fine. We’re both going to be sad, but everything is gonna be fine. He repeats those words to himself over and over again until he eventually lets sleep take him, the same thought playing on repeat in his mind. Everything is gonna be fine. Six months will go by like nothing. Everything is gonna be completely fine.
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“Congratulations.” Nanami says with a soft smile, looking across the desk at Suguru as their meeting finishes up. He had handed over the signed offer letter and made it official.
“I can’t wait to have you here soon, Geto.” Yaga’s voice comes through the phone speaker. He had been part of the final meeting over the phone, keeping busy at their corporate office.
“Thank you both very much.” Suguru says with a smile, talking towards the phone.
The phone call ends and Nanami stands up and sticks out his hand over the desk. Suguru stands up as well, shaking his hand with an excited smile on his face.
“We’ll probably have a couple more meetings in the next few weeks just to go over all the details and everything.” Nanami continues, letting Suguru know what’s going to be happening in the upcoming weeks.
“Sounds good. Thank you very much, Nanami.” Nanami doesn’t say anything further, but nods his head with a polite smile. Suguru turns and opens the door, stepping out into the hallway and heading back towards his desk.
It’s done. The job is officially his. Now all he has to do is tell Satoru. Suguru plans to tell him in person once they go to lunch. If I get him something sweet, maybe that’ll make it a little easier… He makes it quickly down the hallway back to where his desk is. He rounds the corner and sees Shoko at her desk, but Satoru isn’t back from his meeting yet.
“Hey.” Shoko says as Suguru sits back down in his chair.
“Hey.” Suguru parrots back at her, waking up his computer.
“Exciting meeting?” She asks, not bothering to look away from her screen as she talks.
“You know it.” Suguru says in the same sarcastic tone, opting not to give too much away. He’s thankful that Shoko isn’t one to really pry and continues working like it’s just another Friday.
About an hour later, Satoru finally returns from his meeting, entering with an exasperated sigh.
“Yeah?” Suguru asks as Satoru plops down in his chair.
“That was the longest, most pointless meeting ever.” Satoru complains, dropping his head back over the edge of his chair dramatically. “I’m ready for some lunch.”
At the mention of the word, Suguru feels his stomach do a flip. It’s alright. I’m gonna tell him.
“Is it okay if I come with?” Shoko asks, turning around to look between the two of them. Suguru looks down at his desk and takes a deep breath in through his nose. Fuck.
“Yeah come on!” Satoru answers, pulling on his jacket and getting eager to start the walk to the cafe. Suguru pulls on his own jacket and joins Satoru in the hallway as they wait for Shoko to join them. “How was your meeting?” Satoru asks, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looks at Suguru with a smile.
“Could've been an email.” Suguru says, doing his best to deceive Satoru until he has the chance to tell him. He feels his palms starting to clam up. How am I going to tell him now? It’s fine, I can do it right after work. He thinks to himself, irritated that he’s procrastinating even further.
“What are you gonna get?” Satoru asks, looking at Shoko as they head down the sidewalk towards the cafe. All their hands - aside from Shoko’s that holds her phone - are shoved into their pockets, trying to keep warm against the cold wind. In the short time they’re outside, Satoru’s cheeks and nose turn pink from the cold. Suguru can’t help but smile as he looks at his rosy cheeks.
“I have no idea.” Shoko responds dryly, looking down at her phone in her hand.
“Why did you even ask to come with us if you’re not gonna pay attention to me?” Satoru asks with a pout. Suguru chuckles at the disgusted face Shoko shoots back at him.
“Because I need to eat too, idiot.” She replies with furrowed brows. Satoru looks over at Suguru with a smile, ignoring her harsh reply.
“What about you, Sugu?”
“Probably just the same sandwich I usually do.” He replies. He doesn’t feel like eating anything, but he knows that he needs to get something or else Satoru will scold him for a third time this week for not eating lunch. He already feels like throwing up just at the thought of still having to tell Satoru, and the further it gets pushed back, the harder it feels like it’s going to be to do.
They quickly make it to the cafe and as soon as the three of them walk through the door, the familiar pink haired boy is smiling and waving at them from behind the counter. “Hi Gojo! Hi Geto!” He starts as they continue inside and approach the counter. “Hi Ierie.” He says in a softer voice as they make it up to him.
They respond in a mess of “Hi Yuji” and “Hi Itadori” as they all speak at once. Yuji looks back at them with a smile while Satoru immediately looks into the display case to see what they have today.
Shoko orders first followed by Satoru, and then Suguru. Suguru watches what Satoru orders and also adds some dango so that he can gift them to him later. The three of them sit at a table up against the front windows, and Satoru and Suguru watch the people that walk past.
“That guy definitely looked like a Yakuza member.” He tilts his head at a man that was walking past.
“Satoru, you think that every guy in a leather jacket is in the Yakuza…” Suguru responds, raising an eyebrow as he goes in for a bite of his sandwich.
“I don’t think they even wear leather jackets.” Shoko adds on, shaking her head.
“You guys are no fun.” Satoru says, sitting back in his chair with a defeated look on his face and his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Suguru makes himself eat at least half of the sandwich before wrapping up the remaining half and sticking it into the bag with the dango. Satoru quickly finishes his food, leaving them waiting for Shoko to finish up. Suguru sits anxiously in his seat, wanting to go back to work so that he can try to distract himself until he has the chance to talk to Satoru alone later.
“Why’d you get dango, Suguru?” Satoru questions him, noticing that he isn’t eating it right away like he had done with his.
“For you later.” Suguru responds with a soft smile on his face as he looks across the table at Satoru.
This immediately puts a smile on Satoru’s face as he leans forward and rests his chin in his palm with a smile and hearts in his eyes. “You know me so well.” Suguru looks back at him with a similar look.
“Okay okay, let’s head back before you two make me throw up.” Shoko says, noting the eyes they’re making at each other from across the table. The two of them chuckle as they stand up. They all wave and say their goodbye’s to Yuji as they head out the door and back towards the office.
“Do you have a busy rest of your day?” Suguru asks Shoko as they walk. He has his hands shoved into his pockets and clenched into fists, feeling extra nervous as they’re heading back for some reason. He tries to push the feeling back and away, knowing that it’s probably just his head messing with him.
“I just have a couple things I need to finish up, but they shouldn’t take too long, thankfully.” Shoko responds, walking with her hands in her pockets as well. “Can we stop for a second?” Shoko asks, pulling a cigarette out of the box in her pocket, accompanied by a red lighter in her hand. She holds it up, showing them.
“We’ll wait.” Suguru says, stopping for a moment. He pulls out his phone while Satoru rests his head on his shoulder, looking at what he’s looking at on his phone.
“Do you have any games?” Satoru asks, wanting to watch him play something while they wait. Suguru chuckles lightly and opens up a game that he plays sometimes. Satoru watches, seemingly mesmerized as he quickly organizes blocks of different shapes into a grid, trying to match them up so that they’ll disappear. “You should’ve put that one top left.” He says, pointing to an opposite corner of the board from where Suguru had placed it.
“Thank you for backseat driving a phone game, Satoru.” Suguru says sarcastically, continuing to not pay attention to his instructions.
“You’re welcome. Put that one there- no!” Satoru continues on, ignoring the sarcasm in his voice. Suguru smiles as Satoru gets more into the game than him.
“You’re so dramatic.” Suguru says as he closes his phone and drops it back into his pocket, noticing that Shoko is making her way back. He smiles at Satoru’s pink cheeks and nose once again from being out in the cold. Cute. Shoko catches up with them and they continue walking back towards the office.
“I’m not dramatic, you’re just bad at the game.” Satoru shoots back with a head shake.
They make it back to the office, walking quickly to get out of the cold as soon as possible. They’re able to get into an elevator with only a couple of people, so the ride back up doesn’t take long. Satoru hurries down the hallway as soon as the doors open, wanting to open the door. Suguru chuckles and shakes his head as Satoru pulls the door open for them as they’re still halfway down the hallway.
“Thank you.” Suguru says with a smile, looking into Satoru’s smiling eyes as he passes. The three of them make it back to their desks and Suguru drops off his jacket and bag of leftovers before heading towards the bathroom.
He quickly finishes up and washes his hands, looking at himself in the mirror above the sink. He holds his hands to his cheeks for a second, taking a deep breath and letting it out with a huff before turning the water off. You’re gonna be fine. He dries off his hands and pulls the door open, stepping back out into the hallway.
As he rounds the corner to head back down the main hallway, he makes eye contact with Nitta, who has a polite smile on her face. Suguru smiles back at her, slowing down as she starts to speak. “Hi Geto! Congratulations on your new position!” She says enthusiastically. His eyes immediately widen and his stomach drops. What?
“Wh-what?” He stutters, looking at her slightly confused. How does she know?
“Yeah! Corporate just sent out an email announcing that you’re the new VP of Operations! Congrats, you deserve it.” She continues explaining with a smile.
“They did?” He asks, his heart immediately beating out of his chest. Shit shit shit.
“Yeah, look I’ll show you.” She unlocks her phone to the still open email from corporate just minutes ago. His eyes read quickly over the words, wanting to know what exactly it said.
‘We would like to announce our new Vice President of Operations Suguru Geto. He will be starting training on December first and we are very excited to have him on the team.’
It’s a simple email, but it gets the point across. His eyes immediately look down the hallway towards where his desk is. More people are coming back from their lunch and are wanting to congratulate him as they enter. “Thank you, Nitta.” He says in a rushed voice as he continues heading back towards his desk.
“Geto! Congrats dude!” Haibara says in his normal happy, bubbly tone as he walks down the hallway. Suguru quickly thanks him and continues on.
He’s absolutely sure that Satoru is able to hear all the commotion. Shit shit shit, he continues thinking to himself. I should’ve told him, I should’ve told him. Suguru hurries back around the corner and Shoko is already turned around, waiting for him to come back. I should’ve fucking told him.
“Hey you dick, why didn’t you guys tell me about this?!” She shouts, looking between Suguru and Satoru as Suguru stands in the doorway to their section of desks. Suguru looks at Satoru who has the email open on his screen, still facing it. “Congratulations! That’s awesome!” She continues on while Suguru stands, looking at the back of Satoru’s head, breathing deeply with his hands down at his sides, feeling like his arms have gone completely numb. He can’t move until Satoru finally does. His chair slowly turns around and Satoru looks up at Suguru, his lips tucked in between his teeth at first.
“Suguru.” He starts, talking through clenched teeth with an obviously forced smile. “Can I talk to you in the conference room for a minute?” He’s scarily calm, and that’s how Suguru knows he’s mad. He’d only seen him like this one time before in their year of knowing each other, and that was the one time Suguru ate Satoru’s last mochi ice cream. He would never make that mistake ever again.
Suguru nods his head lightly and steps to the side to allow Satoru to pass him out into the hallway, heading right across into one of the empty conference rooms. Ijichi passes by as they cross the hallway, wanting to congratulate Suguru, but deciding against it when he sees the crazed look on Satoru’s face. Satoru opens the door and heads inside, Suguru following and closing the door behind him. The blinds are open, and Satoru immediately starts closing them, pulling on the tiny chain to close each window individually. The way he’s silent as he does it makes Suguru feel like he’s about to be scolded by a furious parent. I deserve whatever I’ve got coming.
Satoru closes the blinds on the last window to the hallway, leaving them completely cut off from the rest of the office. He turns around and has a blank expression on his face, different to just seconds ago when he had an insane smile on. “So,” He starts, walking back towards Suguru who stands there, waiting anxiously for Satoru to speak first. “When were you gonna tell me?” As Satoru stops in front of Suguru, his hands are at his sides, balled up into tight fists, his knuckles visibly white.
“Satoru, I know it seems bad,” Suguru starts. He realizes how bad that sounds, but acknowledges that nothing is going to sound good right now and just says what comes to his mind first. “I was gonna tell you.”
“Yeah? You were gonna tell me?” Satoru asks, raising his eyebrows at Suguru and nodding his head angrily. “When? When were you planning on telling me, Suguru?” The way Satoru spits out his name makes him feel even more sick to his stomach. The look on his face is unlike one he’s ever seen before. He looks more angry than he’s ever seen him, but there’s also a hint of sadness in his eyes.
“I was gonna tell you at lunch…” Suguru says, looking nervously down at Satoru’s feet.
“Suguru, I don’t know if you’re painfully unaware, but we got back from lunch ten minutes ago.” Satoru says, his brows knitted together as he says it. There’s a silence as Suguru tries to think of how to respond.
This is the angriest I’ve ever seen him, let alone at me. I deserve every bit of this. He takes a breath, trying to think of what to say next, but just spits the words out. “I have to go to Fukuoka.” He quickly says, tucking his lips between his teeth for a moment while Satoru processes the words. “I have to be there for six months.” He finishes, putting everything out on the table in front of them.
Satoru’s face changes completely, the little color almost instantaneously draining from his cheeks. “Huh?” He says in a weak tone. His mouth hangs slightly open as he just stares at Suguru, completely blindsided by his words. He’s unsure if what he heard was true, but subconsciously, he knows that it is. He feels like he can’t move, like he can’t blink, can’t breathe. He wants to be mad at Suguru, wants to yell at him and continue telling him off, but as he takes a breath in to talk, he can feel the shakiness in his chest, the feeling behind his nose that he’s about to cry.
Suguru stands there, looking completely defeated. His own bottom lip starts to quiver, but he does his best to hold it together as he continues talking. “I have to train in Fukuoka for six months. I start December first…” He lets out a sigh after he says it, seeing the look on Satoru’s face. He wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around him, but his body won’t move. He feels like his feet are nailed to the floor, keeping him in place.
Satoru takes in a breath, feeling tears pricking at the edges of his eyes, threatening to spill over the edges and down his cheeks. He stops for a moment, trying to keep the tears back before he starts speaking again. “Were you just never gonna tell me? Were- were you just gonna disappear one day and not tell me?” He stutters over his words slightly, slowly losing the battle against the salty tears in his eyes that start to trail down his cheeks as he continues. “Why did you say you’d move in with me and then not tell me? These are things we need to tell each other, Suguru.” He chides, wiping his cheeks with his fingers as he talks. “I’ll come with you.”
Tears start to fall down his own face, Suguru not trying to stop them anymore. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you.” Suguru says, his lip quivering as he talks, watching as Satoru cries just feet in front of him. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down before he continues. “You’ll be fine here without me, baby.” Suguru says, trying to comfort him.
Satoru immediately disputes. “No, I won’t.” He spits out.
“Satoru-” Suguru tries to cut him off, but Satoru doesn’t allow it.
“No, Suguru. I don’t want to be fine without you. I’m not letting you push me away.” Seeing the hot tears running down Satoru’s cheeks makes Suguru cry harder, knowing that he’s hurt him. “I know you’re trying to be considerate, but I don’t care. I’ll come with you.” Satoru quickly says with little thought needed. The whites of his eyes are red as he looks at Suguru hopefully.
“Satoru…” Suguru starts again. This is exactly what he expected from him. “I can’t ask you to do that. You’d have to quit here, move across the country for six months…”
“Then don’t ask me to. I don’t care.” Satoru says, completely serious as he looks at Suguru, still breathing heavily. He steps closer to Suguru, closing the gap between them slightly. “I want to be with you.”
They stand about an arms length away from each other, Suguru still unable to move, mentally paralyzed in place, his arms crossed and one hand up against his mouth. He thinks back to when they were laying in bed together on their second morning in Shanghai all those months ago. Satoru’s words still ring loud in his head.
“I’m happier when I’m with you. I feel so alone when you’re not there. I just wanna tell you everything, I wanna spend every minute with you, I-I wanna cook for you, I wanna- braid your hair when you want it out of your face - I don't know!” Satoru’s words are as prevalent in his mind as the day he heard them. He has a mental battle with himself. Suguru feels exactly the same way. He knows how stubborn Satoru is, but he doesn’t want him to quit his job just for this. If I tell him to stay, there’s no chance he will. Satoru breathes shakily as Suguru’s mind continues racing, looking for the right answer. I shouldn’t ask him to come with me. He should stay here and work… He’ll be okay without me. I’ll be okay without him… As he thinks the words to himself, he’s never felt more like he was lying to himself. Fuck, who am I kidding?
“Suguru?” Satoru asks nervously, looking at him and taking one more step closer, the two now right in front of each other. He waits for a response, able to see the thoughts racing around in his head.
“Satoru…” He starts, taking a breath before finishing what he’s saying. He knows it’s selfish, he knows it’s crazy, but admittedly, he doesn’t care anymore. “Come with me.” Suguru says softly, looking at Satoru through eyes blurry from tears.
The look Satoru gives Suguru makes his heart feel like it’s going to explode. His eyes look so relieved, so happy to hear three simple words. He was worried that he’d really messed everything up. “Anywhere. I don’t care, I’ll go wherever you go.” Satoru says, his eyes watery as he brings his hands to the side of Suguru’s face and moves in closer. Their lips press together, a salty taste on both of their lips from the tears. Both of them continue crying as they pull back and press their foreheads together, looking into each other’s eyes.
Suguru holds the back of Satoru’s head, feeling his soft white hair between his fingers. He finally finds a reason to smile as he looks into Satoru’s eyes just centimeters from his own. “You’re insane.” He whispers with a slight chuckle.
“I’m still pissed at you.” Satoru says quietly, looking back into Suguru’s honey eyes with serious ones, his normal bright blues somewhat dulled in the fluorescent light of the conference room.
“I deserve it.” Suguru acknowledges, knowing full well that it was fucked up for Satoru to find out this way. Satoru leans back in and presses another kiss to Suguru’s lips, followed by a few more, not wanting to ever let him go.
“Why wouldn't you tell me?” Satoru asks with a sniffle, feeling the tears finally stopping. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Satoru pushes Suguru’s shoulder lightly, shaking his head as he wipes the tears from his eyes. “Look what you made me do.” He says, referencing his puffy red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
“I know, baby. I’m sorry, I really am.” Suguru says, feeling horrible that he didn’t tell him sooner. “I don’t want you to quit your job just to come with me. I want you to have a successful career, and I don’t want to be the one to stand in the way of that… I’ll find a way to make it up to you” Suguru starts explaining, looking down at the ground in between the two of them.
“Suguru.” Satoru starts, bringing his hand underneath Suguru’s chin to get him to look back up at him. “I’ve told you before: neither one of us needs to work if we don’t want to. I’m fairly capable of taking care of the both of us.” He says with the familiar smirk that makes Suguru feel better.
“But I know you enjoy working here, so I didn’t want to be the one to ask you to leave.” Suguu continues, still feeling guilty about the whole situation.
“Well, it doesn’t matter because I would have done it as soon as I found out anyway.” Satoru says with the same smirk on his face, the sight of his dimples putting a smile on Suguru’s face. Suguru shakes his head, leaning against the table that’s next to them. Satoru pulls out one of the chairs and sits, motioning for Suguru to do the same. Their knees are slotted between each other’s as they sit and talk. “How long have you known?” Satoru asks.
“Um-” Suguru starts, looking down at his lap and back up at Satoru. “They gave me the official offer on Monday, but I just signed it and accepted it this morning.” He finishes. Satoru nods along as he talks, listening carefully to everything he says.
“Is that why you’ve been so stressed this week?” Satoru asks, leaning forward slightly with a worried tone in his voice. Suguru nods his head silently with his lips tucked in between his teeth. “Sugu, I knew something was off.” Satoru says, feeling bad that he didn’t say anything.
“I really didn’t want you to feel bad.” Suguru continues, thinking back on the week that’s now behind them. “I kept wanting to tell you, but kept chickening out.” Suguru says, angry with himself.
“Don’t beat yourself up about it.” Satoru says, trying to comfort him. “I get it.”
Suguru looks at him, surprised. His eyes say a silent thank you as he looks at him.
“I would have a hard time telling you too.” Satoru admits, thinking about if he were in the same situation.
“I don’t know how I can ever apologize enough for not telling you sooner, Satoru.” Suguru says solemnly. He feels horrible that it ended up like this after he had so many opportunities to tell him and he psyched himself out every time.
“I think the least you can do is buy me sweets the whole time we’re in Fukuoka.” Satoru says.
Suguru smiles at his suggestion. There’s my Satoru. “Deal.” Suguru says, sticking his hand out in front of him for Satoru to shake. They shake on it, smiles on both of their faces as they squeeze each other’s hands lightly. “I love you… More than anything.” Suguru says softly, looking at Satoru.
Satoru smiles back at him. “And I love you more than anything.” Satoru retorts.
They talk for a while longer, calming down before Suguru looks at his watch and realizes that they’re been in this conference room for almost an hour. “You didn’t tell me I’d be sleeping with the Vice President of Operations, Sugu.” Satoru says teasingly as they stand up and push their chairs back in.
“Shut up.” Suguru says with a chuckle and an eye roll as he shakes his head at his joke.
“Next thing you know, you’ll be the CEO.” Satoru continues as he opens the door. Suguru follows him back out and across the hallway back to their desks, shaking his head with a smile at Satoru’s confidence in him.
“Where have you two been?” Shoko asks as the two of them sit back down at their desks.
“Meeting.” Satoru answers, making eye contact with Suguru over the few cubicle walls that separate them. Shoko doesn’t push any further, knowing that it was just the two of them in the conference room together.
“Glad you got it all figured out.” She says shortly, not looking away from her computer screen as she types away. She could obviously tell that something was off when they left, but everything seemed fine as they sat back down at their desks. “I’m gonna have to cancel drinks tonight.” She continues, speaking of their weekly Friday plans. “I have something else going on.”
Suguru smiles to himself, happy that he and Satoru can just head home after work and be alone together for the night. “No worries, we’ll get it next week.” Suguru says, looking over the short wall at her. She shoots a grin back at him in acknowledgement. Suguru feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and he pulls it out, wanting to check who it was. He sees that it’s a text from Satoru and looks over to see him impatiently waiting for him to read the text. Opening up his phone, he reads the text from Satoru.
‘Does the offer from last night still stand??? 🥺’
Suguru chuckles lightly at his choice of emoji before typing out a response and looking over at Satoru as he waits for him to get it. ‘Ofc it does. How else do you think im gonna move all my stuff??? 🤨’ Satoru’s face lights up as he reads it. The bubble pops up to show that he’s typing again. They disappear for a moment and Suguru looks over at Satoru as he waits anxiously for what his next text is going to be. It finally comes through and Suguru smiles as he reads it.
“Can I pretty please have that dango now? 😇��’
chapter 23
#satosugu#stsg#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#geto suguru#suguru geto#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#office au#4littlefishies#the 36th floor
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hi! so i am currently working my way through your steddie dads tag (and the fics on ao3--truly we have been blessed, i love slice of life) AND i saw this post about icks. it made me think about my best friend who is currently dating someone who has so many of her icks but she loves him so it doesn't matter. i was wondering if you've done something where steve and eddie explain their icks to each other?? i feel like there was a tiktok trend where partners did this but i can't remember lol. anyway, loving the series! thanks for sharing <3
lol i’ve seen that trend too - they’re very funny. i dont think hazel would try to film it, however i do think filming the initial vid leads to this (unfilmed) conversation.
Eddie: Name one thing about me that gives you the ick, Steve.
Eddie: I dare you.
Steve, without hesitation: Won’t go to therapy.
Eddie, affronted: Excuse me. I used to go. I’m cured now.
Steve: Cured of what?
Steve: Ed, you’ve had untreated ADHD for so long that I don’t even bother looking in the normal places when you lose shit.
Steve: I go straight for the fridge.
Steve: Yesterday I found your wallet in the trash.
Eddie: Okay, what about you and your whole won’t use new things schtick?!?
Eddie: You buy new shit and then literally never use it.
Eddie: Like those sneakers from a month ago that are still in the box.
Steve: Yeah, because then they won’t be new anymore.
Eddie: Oh my god, Steve, that’s so annoying.
Steve: Well, it's gotta be better than you buying new shit before the old shit needs to be replaced.
Eddie: That’s called being preemptive, Steve.
Steve: No it’s not, because you use the new shit right away and then we end up with double the amount of half-used stuff.
Eddie: I don’t do that!
Steve: Yes you do.
Steve: Pens.
Steve: You always buy new pens before the old ones run out of ink but instead of using up the old ones, you immediately open the new box.
Steve: And now our house is filled with half-empty pens.
Steve: Drives me nuts.
#look – they’ve been together a long time lol#liv’s steddie dads verse#steddie dads#steve harrington#eddie munson
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2023 reads / storygraph
Natural Outlaws and Fractured Sovereignty
NA darkish fantasy
A thief and her friend who steal from the rich to save her dying father are caught, and offered a deal by the Governor for her father’s life and their freedom, if they travel to another country to steal from the royal treasury
she has to impersonate a noble lady and compete to become the arrogant king’s new spouse, staying in the competition long enough to figure out a way to pull off their heist, with her friends as undercover servants and the Governor’s assassin watching over her as a handmaiden
Aro bi MC & he/they nonbinary MC who become a QPR, lesbian and ace trans man SCs
#Natural Outlaws and Fractured Sovereignty#aroaessidhe 2023 reads#Overall I enjoyed this!#It’s very much like. typical fake royalty/heist/competition YA-NA kind of narrative BUT without romance which honestly I can get behind#It’s a bit messy in places - especially the start and end where it’s not within the main fake-royalty-heist plot#It very much starts with an almost suicide attempt and she talks him down and then they’re friends and thieving together#It’s not quite apparent how long has passed until later when it mentions they’ve been friends for two years#I think it would have been much better to just start in the present and then flashback to that scene at some other point.#Also the POVs are quite inconsistent - she has most of the POV he just has one every now and then when it’s plot relevant#Which makes starting the book on his POV feel odd.#It definitely skips over action or pivotal moments like. a lot. like most of what should be the most pivotal action scenes lol#(If you’re looking for a heist in here most of the plot is faking royalty & gathering info but the Actual Heist is pretty much off page)#I feel like i could have had some more worldbuilding and about some of the side characters#the qpr is a bit show not tell. but also basically what you expect from the central relationship of this kind of book if it were a romance#BUT yeah overall I did enjoy this - and as I said I do appreciate This Sort Of Story But It Doesn’t Have Romance a lot!#And an aromantic MC! I think I didn’t have the highest expectations for this but I ended up having a good time.
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 13: Piece Me Back Together
Summary: Your pack deals with the aftermath of your heat.
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader, Ghost x Soap
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, handjobs, anal fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex irl), spanking (it’s like once), choking (kind of), light Dom/sub dynamics, Johnny's praise kink, excessive use of the word cock, heat cycles, mating cycles, brief mention of blood, brief medical stuff, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, language, and of course a little fluff
A/N: Well folks, we've made it past the heat portion of the fic. Now things can really start moving. Lots of aftercare, some world building, and of course a little spice at the end for you all to enjoy (as if the last chapter wasn't enough lol). I tried to catch all the possible tags for this one but as always, let me know if I missed one. The smut happens in the very last scene, so if you'd prefer not to read it, then skip that last little bit. You won't really miss much. Also, there's a lot of jumping around in time in this one so I tried to mark when things are happening relative to the present moment in the fic.
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6 Days Ago
“Looks comfortable.”
Kyle glances up as Johnny closes the door to his room, blanket and pillow in hand. “Slept on worse.” He shrugs, glancing down at the cot set up in the hallway before looking back up at Johnny. “Moving out?”
“Camping in Si’s office for the next week. Keep our distance.” He nods at the closed door.
“Probably for the best.” Kyle says. “Have fun!”
“Don’t enjoy yourself too much.” Johnny winks at him before making his way down the hallway and disappearing around the corner.
Kyle shakes his head, starting to sort through the many bags of supplies they’ve stocked up on in preparation for their omega’s heat. They’re well prepared, all of them, for the next week, Kyle especially. He’s spent the last few days reading up on what to expect, how to best help and support his alpha and omega, and what to look out for in case things start going wrong. He doesn’t think they will. He has a lot of faith in Price and he knows Price will take good care of their omega.
Still, he can’t help but feel a bit nervous. He has a big job to do, even though there’s not much to do until after the heat is over with. He just has to ensure Price doesn’t hurt you accidentally, or maul you to death. He doesn’t think that’s likely to happen, but then again, one can never know.
Kyle lets out a shaky breath, grabbing the bags with the electrolytes and nutrient bars before heading for your door.
It’s going to be a long week.
Present Day
It’s quiet. Has been for almost an hour now. Kyle rises from the cot, slipping his phone into his pocket. He slowly approaches the door, leaning in to listen for a moment before putting his hand on the knob. He lets out a breath before pushing the door open slowly, slipping in and closing the door quietly. The smells in the room are worse than they had been last night, a toxic mix of omega, alpha, sex, and sweat. He takes a moment to breathe, adjusting to the scent.
You and Price are spooned together on the bed, asleep, or at least you are. Price had pulled the blankets up around you, tucking you in. Kyle approaches slowly, not wanting to accidentally step on a wrapper and startle either of you and risk you getting scared or Price getting territorial. He brushes the damp strands of hair from your face, your body temperature significantly lower than it had been even last night. He pulls the forehead thermometer from his pocket, taking your temperature quickly before sending a text to Dr. Keller.
He carefully lifts the blankets, checking beneath. You’re still locked together as he expected, and he lowers the blankets back down, tucking you both in again. He unplugs Price’s phone from the charging cord that he’d plugged in last night, rotating it to your phone. He knew the chances of either of you being aware enough to use a phone for anything would be low, but just in case, he kept them both charged.
He tiptoes through the mess of wrappers and bottles, grabbing the bag of trash that he had started a couple days ago. He picks up the mess on the floor, cleaning off the nightstand as well before setting out a new bottle of electrolytes and a couple nutrient bars. There’s still quite a few left, but those could be saved for your next heat.
Price stirs a bit as Kyle sets the bag of trash off to the side next to the bag of things that would have to go to the wash. He hurries over, gently keeping Price from moving too much.
“Easy. You’re still knotted.” He says, putting a hand on Price’s shoulder as you let out a quiet sound. His skin is warm and sticky from sweat, and probably other things.
Price rubs his eyes before blinking up at Kyle. “What day is it?”
“Morning of the sixth day.” He answers, passing Price the bottle of electrolytes. “I think it’s over. Her temperature’s back to normal. Just waiting on Dr. Keller’s opinion.”
Price hums, unscrewing the cap from the bottle before taking a long drink. “Feel like shit.”
Kyle grins. “Been a long week for you, Cap. How do you feel?”
Price screws the cap back on the bottle before leaning over you to place it on the nightstand. “Like I got hit by a truck and rolled down a hill.”
“Speaking from experience, sir?” Kyle smirks.
Price gives him a look before closing his eyes again, relaxing against your back. He lets out a groan as his knot deflates, his cock slipping from your folds. “Christ, that's going to hurt later.”
“Let me get the bath started.” Kyle says, going into your bathroom.
He starts the water, making sure it’s warm enough before he grabs the epsom salt off the counter and adds some in. He leaves the water running as he moves back to the bedroom, helping Price off the bed first. The alpha groans as he stands, leaning heavily against Kyle’s side. Kyle wraps his arm around his shoulders, supporting Price as they make their way to the bathroom.
“I’ve been beaten, tortured, shot. I’ve jumped out of moving cars, been in helicopter crashes.” Price says, grunting as Kyle helps him down into the bath. “This might be the worst I’ve ever felt.”
“Not quite as spry as you used to be, old man?” Kyle teases, making sure he’s comfortable.
“Plenty spry, but god I forgot how energetic omegas can be.” Price leans his head back against the wall, closing his eyes.
“Just relax.” Kyle says, turning off the water. “I’ll bring her in.”
He heads back into your room, approaching the bed. You’re shivering, eyes squeezed closed and eyebrows pinched. Kyle kneels down next to the bed, placing a gentle hand on your arm. You start a bit at the touch, a quiet whimper leaving your lips.
“Shh, easy love.” Kyle tries to soothe you as you shake. “You’re alright.”
You let out a whine, seeking out your alpha in your disoriented state. The bathwater splashes as Price shifts in response to your call, his own instincts still on high alert.
“Let’s get you into the bath.” Kyle says before gently slipping his arms under you and lifting you up.
You let out a whine in protest, your body sore and aching from the last six days. Kyle quickly carries you to the bath, easing you into the water between Price’s legs. You’re trembling, quiet whines leaving your lips as he eases you back against Price’s chest. The alpha wraps his arms around you, a quiet rumble sounding from his chest as he tries to ease your disorientation and discomfort.
Kyle leaves you and Price there to soak as he heads back to the room to strip the sheets and start the laundry. Most of your pillows and stuffed animals are stacked in the corner of the room by your desk, spared from the mess that the bed has turned into. The sheets are still wet with a concoction of fluids, and he knows they’ll need to soak for a while. He stuffs them into the bag with your clothes, along with your blankets, before he heads down the hall to the laundry room.
He checks on you and Price when he returns, both of you content still in the bath. He can’t help but smile as he watches the two of you, pride swelling in his chest at the sight of his alpha taking care of their omega.
Their omega.
It seems almost strange to think now. They’d gone so long without an omega, and thought they wouldn’t be getting one. Now, six weeks later, they’ve all fallen head over heels for a little omega none of them even knew they needed. He can’t imagine life without an omega now, how well you fit into their pack, how well you fit with all of them, how you’ve only served to make them stronger and more efficient.
He hates to admit that perhaps Laswell was right.
Maybe they did need you after all.
Kyle bags up the plastic mattress protector, glad to see it did its job. He replaces the sheets and blankets for now, knowing you’ll want to nest once you’re more aware. He checks his phone before heading back into the bathroom, kneeling down next to the tub. Your shaking has subsided, reduced to a shudder here and there as you’ve slowly relaxed in the hot water.
Kyle grabs a cloth and your body wash, starting to gently clean your skin, or at least get the sweat and other fluids off. Bruises litter your skin and the claiming mark on your shoulder is scabbed and angry. Kyle carefully washes it, not wanting to apply too much pressure as he cleans off the dried blood still stuck to your skin. He knows it’s going to hurt for a while.
“What did Dr. Keller say?” Price asks as he helps ease you up so Kyle can wash your back.
“Said if her temperature is normal then the worst is over.” Kyle answers. “She wants to do a check up soon, make sure everything’s alright. Said she’d come here to do it, if that’s alright.”
Price grunts quietly as Kyle starts to wash his chest. “That’s fine. Easier than going all the way to the medical building. Simon and Johnny?”
“Fine.” Kyle answers. “Been keeping busy running drills and stuff. Johnny’s been keeping Simon occupied.”
Price hums, letting his eyes close as Kyle washes his neck and shoulders. “Good.”
Kyle makes sure to get all of the soap rinsed off before pulling the plug on the water, carefully lifting you up to stand. He lets you lean against him, grabbing one of the towels to dry you off as best he can. Price gets himself standing, drying himself off as Kyle helps you back to bed. Price joins you, wrapping his arms around you tight as Kyle tucks the blankets up around you both.
“Can I get you anything?” Kyle asks as he sets a new bottle of electrolytes on the nightstand. “Real food maybe?”
“I’d kill for some bangers and mash, maybe a pint.” Price says, a smile tugging at his lips.
“I’ll see what I can scrounge up.” Kyle says, glancing at you one last time before he leaves the room.
Your body aches. There’s a deep soreness in your muscles, and a painful throb between your legs. Your skin feels raw and tight, and there's a steady pulse behind your eyes. A quiet sound leaves your lips before you can stop it, the sound cracking and broken from your raw throat. There's a desert in your mouth again, your tongue dry and heavy in your mouth.
Your thoughts are dragged away from the agony in your body as a quiet rumbling starts somewhere in front of you, your brain going quiet except for the need to seek it out. You press yourself closer to it, meeting warm skin as you try to get closer and closer. You want to bury yourself in it, seep into its depths until you can feel the vibrations of it in your bones. Arms wrap around you, pulling you in closer until you're squished against a bare chest.
You press your face against the soft skin, trying to get closer to the rumbling purr vibrating from deep within. You let out another sound, body going lax as the purr lulls you into a relaxed state. The tension leaves your body, easing the ache in your muscles a bit. Not much, but enough to pull a relieved sigh from your lips.
“Easy, love.” A quiet voice says, another hand touching your back.
You tense slightly at the intrusion on your safe space, but quickly relax as the hand stills on your skin. The calming scent of beta overtakes you, easing your mind to a quiet hum as your alpha and beta work to calm you. You feel a bit disoriented as reality slowly begins to return, seeping back into your brain.
You went into heat.
You remember waking up with the blistering inferno burning hot within you, the insatiable need pulsing between your legs. You remember Kyle being there, the soft scent of him as he helped you prepare, pulling off your clothes and making you drink some of the electrolytes. You remember John entering the room, the way his scent made your brain feel like mush. You remember him sinking his teeth into your shoulder, his knot forcing you open before everything went dark.
Everything else is a dark blur, wiped from your memory after your instincts took over.
You shift against the body you’re pressed close to, a deep ache rippling through you. It hurts, everything hurts. Your hips are sore, your shoulder is throbbing, every muscle feels like you just did a triathlon with no training, and there’s a sharp throbbing between your thighs.
You’re crying before you even realize it, the tears uncontrollable as they slide down your cheeks, the quiet sniffles and sobs aggravating your already aching body. The arms around you tighten, the purring getting louder, but you can’t stop the onslaught of tears.
You flinch as something tickles the skin of your forehead, chapped lips pressing a soft kiss to your hairline. You let out a whine as you continue to cry, your mind a swirl of confusion and disorientation as you try to come to terms with everything that’s happened. You don’t know how long it’s been, what day it is. You don’t even know what happened to you in the last week.
You continue to cry, oblivious to the conversation happening over you, the gentle purring in your ears lulling you into a dazed state as you float in and out of consciousness. The pain of being moved momentarily brings you back before you settle again, laying back against a chest. A baggy shirt is pulled over your head, smelling of your alpha. The fabric feels different than it had days ago when you’d woken up in the throes of your heat. It’s soft, not offending, and it offers you warmth and comfort.
You don’t want to move, you don’t want to do anything. Exhaustion pulls at the edges of your mind as you lay there, the tears still streaming down your cheeks.
He hasn’t stopped purring since you woke up. The low rumble in his chest hasn’t stopped, and neither has the ache blooming there since you started crying. Even in your dazed, half asleep state, the tears still roll down your cheeks, quiet shaky breaths catching every so often. He’s not sure what to do, how to help. He’s never been with an omega that’s cried before. Not like this.
His purring kicks up in volume as you startle awake when the door opens, letting out a broken whimper as your space suddenly gets invaded. He tries to soothe you, his arms tightening around you to try and ground you in his presence.
“Hi, honey.” Dr. Keller says, kneeling down next to the bed, her voice soft and the scent of beta thick in the air. “Still a bit out of it, huh?”
“She hasn’t stopped crying since she woke up.” He says, rubbing gentle circles on your arm with his thumb.
“That’s not unusual.” Dr. Keller says, digging through her bag to pull out a thermometer. “There’s a lot going on right now for her. Besides the exhaustion and the confusion and the pain, there’s a lot of rapid hormonal changes happening. Some omegas can just wake up and hop out of it immediately and be just fine.”
John frees one of your arms so Dr. Keller can take your pulse and blood pressure.
“Others might struggle a bit more.” She continues. “Purebred omegas especially have a hard time coming out of it. They’re more sensitive to those instincts and the sudden cut off of them is rather jarring.” She puts her equipment back in her bag. “Her vitals look good, which makes me confident to hold off on any further examinations until she’s more alert and aware.”
“Are there things we should look out for?” Kyle asks.
“She’s going to be drowsy and fatigued for a while, but if you can’t wake her at all, call me. If her breathing gets shallow or her pulse weakens or she starts developing a fever again, call me. Also check for blood the next time she uses the bathroom. Her vitals aren’t showing any indication of internal injuries, though, so I think she’ll be just fine.” She pulls a pill bottle from her bag. “I’ve prescribed some muscle relaxers for her. There’s a week’s worth in there. It’ll help with the pain and discomfort, but they will make her sleepy. The best thing she can do right now is rest and recover. Once she’s more aware, you can try some soft foods and lots of liquids. If she’s really struggling, I can set up an IV and get some fluids into her, perk her up a bit.”
“Thank you.” John says, shifting you slightly so Dr. Keller can look at the bite mark on your shoulder.
“How are you feeling?” She asks him, pulling out a disinfectant wipe.
“Sore.” John huffs out a laugh. “Nothing I can’t handle, though.”
Dr. Keller hums as she cleans the wound on your shoulder. “I know I’m not here to give you medical advice, but as your omega’s doctor I feel the need to remind you not to ignore your own symptoms. She needs you right now, more than ever. So don’t try to macho man your way through anything. You need to rest just as much as she does.”
“Yes, doctor.” He grumbles, adjusting your shirt once she’s done.
Dr. Keller gives him a smile. “You did a good job.” She turns to Kyle. “Both of you. Don’t hesitate to call me. It’s what I’m here for.”
A smile tugs at John’s lips as Kyle practically beams from Dr. Keller’s praise. He did do a good job. You’re both still breathing after all.
3 Days Ago
“I cannae take anymore.” Johnny pants, his breaths near wheezes as he rests his hands on his knees. “Ye said you'd go easy on me.”
“I never promised anything, Johnny.” Simon says, standing behind him.
“Hell's bells, L.T.” Johnny groans, dropping to his hands and knees. “Gonna kill me at this rate.”
“Don't be dramatic. C'mon, again.”
“Uh uh.” Johnny says, flopping onto his side on the ground. “Am pure done in! ‘S almost lunch anyway.” He rolls onto his back, looking in the direction of the barracks as he wipes the sweat from his brow. “Think they're havin’ fun?”
Simon looks down at him, looming over him like a shadow. “Probably seems like it right now. Be a different story when it’s done.”
“Sometimes I wish I knew what it was like.” Johnny says, turning his gaze up to Simon's face. He can't see much under the mask, and right now is one of those moments when he wishes he could.
“You really don't. It's messy and gory.” Simon offers him a hand, helping Johnny to his feet. “Gotta be prepared to pick up the pieces afterwards.” Simon turns, heading in the direction of the barracks.
“That why you've never taken an omega?” Johnny asks, following him.
Simon stops dead in his tracks, turning to look at Johnny. Johnny's back straightens at the look in Simon's eyes. No, not Simon. Ghost. He's looking at Ghost again.
“Drop it. Or I'll make you do another lap.” Ghost says, his voice taking on the low rasp he gets when he's shifted into the laser focused headspace of the Lieutenant.
“Yes, sir.” Johnny says, following after Ghost as they head back towards the barracks.
Ghost slips into the showers once they enter, Johnny heading to the corner to peek down the hallway towards their rooms. It's quiet now. It hadn't been when they left earlier. He could hear it as they passed the hall to go out the door, the distant sound of moans and the bedframe knocking against the wall. He had fought the erection threatening to tent his shorts all the way to the field. He knows heats are no light matter, but the mental image he's drawn up of you blissed out, mouth open as you moan, back arching in pleasure has been plaguing him for nearly two weeks. He's desperate, practically chomping at the bit to get a chance to see it himself first hand, to see the real thing putting his mental image to shame.
He makes his way down the hallway, keeping a respectful distance between himself and your room. Kyle looks up from his spot on the bed where he'd been scrolling on his phone.
“How're they doin’?” Johnny asks, wiping the sweat from his face.
“Alright. Sleeping for the moment.” Kyle answers. Johnny can only imagine the torture of having to sit and listen to nonstop fucking for the last three days.
“We're gonna grab lunch soon. Want us tae bring ye somethin’?”
Kyle nods. “Sure. That'd be great.”
“Ye got it.” Johnny nods, passing a glance at your door before looking back to Kyle. “Good luck.”
“Thanks, mate.” Kyle says, watching his fellow beta walk back down the hall.
Johnny glances up from his phone as Simon huffs out what's the tenth sigh in the last three minutes. The alpha is seated at his desk, clicking away at something on his computer and occasionally mashing away at the keyboard rather harshly. Johnny's surprised he hasn't cracked a key yet, or just thrown the whole thing out the window. The beta can see how tightly his alpha is wrung by the tenseness in his shoulders, the hard set of his brow, the set line of his lips, the occasional tick of his jaw.
“What's got ye all riled up?” Johnny finally breaks the silence, setting his phone aside.
“Nothing.” Simon grumbles, ignoring Johnny's gaze.
Johnny’s brow furrows and he pushes himself to stand, moving over to Simon’s side. “Doesnae seem like nothin’ to me.” He puts his hands on Simon’s broad shoulders, squeezing them, feeling the tension in his muscles. “Awful tense, Si.”
“Leave it, Johnny.” Simon grumbles, trying to swat the beta away, but he’s insistent.
“Wouldnae be a little omega getting you so tense, would it?” Johnny teases.
Simon turns to him, his eyes darkening. His jaw clenches, hands closing into fists where they sit on the armrests of his chair. “Don’t push it, Johnny.” His voice has that deep rumble to it, the threat of his alpha coming through.
Johnny stares at him, feeling the danger prickling at the back of his neck, but at the same time, he wants to push that boundary. He wants to see just how far he can push his alpha until he finally gives in.
“I don’t know why ye keep torturing yourself like this, Si. Ye know ye like her. She’d be more’n willing-”
“That’s the problem.” Simon snaps, pushing himself up from his seat, forcing Johnny to take a step back. “She’s not doing this because she wants to. She’s only doing this because she’s been told to do it.”
“She’s an omega. Her whole life was going tae be people tellin’ her what to do and forcin’ her tae do things, even if she didn’t want to. Ye think things would have been different if she’d been put with a different pack?” Johnny doesn’t back down from Simon’s glare, having been on the receiving end of it enough times now he’s almost immune to it. “Things could have been a lot worse for her. She might not have wanted to be here, but she is. Ye can’t change that, Si. No matter how badly you might want to.”
Johnny can tell by the slow fall to Simon’s tense shoulders that he’s struck home. The situation wasn’t ideal, but it’s what they were dealt. You’re here with them, and he’s going to make sure you feel as comfortable as possible.
Simon lets out another sigh, turning away from Johnny to crawl into their makeshift bed. He lays down with a huff, closing his eyes. Johnny smirks, slowly crawling onto the two cots pushed together, laying down right next to Simon. He rests his hand on Simon’s thigh, feeling the powerful muscle flex under his hand. He slowly begins to drag it higher, Simon’s eyes opening again.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Simon rasps, but he doesn’t move, even as Johnny reaches the junction of his hip and thigh.
“Yer all worked up, big guy.” Johnny says, leaning his head on his hand, slowly moving his hand over Simon’s very prominent bulge. “Thought I’d help ye.”
“What makes you think I want your help?” Simon says, still laying still.
Johnny lifts his brows, slowly rubbing Simon through his pants. “This looks rather painful, and I seem to be the only option to help, since everyone else is rather occupied-”
Johnny’s words are cut off as he finds himself suddenly on his back, Simon’s hand around his throat. The alpha is leaning over him, a deep rumble vibrating through his chest. “You talk too much, Johnny.” Simon rumbles, leaning close to the beta’s face.
“I’ve been told tha’ before.” Johnny says, leaning up to try and kiss his alpha, but Simon backs away before he can make contact. “By you if I remember correctly.”
Simon’s fingers flex around his throat, a moan spilling from his lips as Simon grinds his hips against Johnny’s. His cock is hard in his pants, has been for a while. He’s not sure if it’s from the lewd thoughts that have been plaguing his mind since you first kissed him, weeks ago, or if it’s just a response to the knowledge that you’re currently fucking their pack alpha like your life depends on it.
Johnny lets out a whimper, bucking up against Simon desperately. Simon tuts at him, pressing against his throat to keep him still on the bed as he sits himself up on top of the beta.
“Naughty little thing.” Simon says, staring down into his blue eyes. “Know you’ve been thinking about sinking your cock into the new little omega for weeks.” Johnny lets out a whine, his cock twitching in his pants. “I don’t think you’ll even make it that long, will you pup?” Simon chuckles. “Gonna cum in your pants as soon as you see her tits, huh?” Simon presses down, putting more pressure against his cock as he rubs it through his pants. “Gonna cum in your pants just thinking about it.”
Johnny holds his breath, trying to focus anywhere except for Simon’s hand. He squeezes his eyes closed as Simon undoes the button on his cargo pants, releasing his throat to tug the fabric down around his knees.
“Bloody hell.” Simon says, wrapping a hand around Johnny’s hard cock. “Prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.”
“I thought Kyle’s was the prettiest.” Johnny says, opening his eyes to glance down at his alpha.
“Kyle’s just pretty.” Simon says, slowly stroking Johnny’s cock. “You have the prettiest cock.”
“Christ...” Johnny breathes as Simon continues to jerk his cock, his hips bucking as he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
A pathetic whimper leaves Johnny’s lips as Simon pulls his hand away, sitting up on his knees over his beta. He undoes his belt, tossing it to the floor before undoing his pants, pulling them and his briefs down to release his own throbbing cock. Johnny licks his lips as Simon fists his own cock, slowly stroking it.
“Turn around. Let me see that pretty ass.” Simon says.
“Yes, sir.” Johnny smirks, wiggling himself until he’s flat on his stomach, pushing his ass into the air as best he can with his legs trapped between Simon’s.
Simon purrs quietly at Johnny’s response, running his hands over his beta’s pert cheeks. “Prettiest ass too.” He murmurs, gently spreading his cheeks.
“I’m startin’ to think I might be the prettiest.” Johnny says, gasping quietly as a glob of warm spit hits his hole.
“Give me a night with Kyle and I’ll get back to you on that.” Simon says, pressing a finger into Johnny’s ass.
Johnny groans, pressing his face into the pillow. “Fucking Christ.”
“You can take it.” Simon soothes him, reaching down to fish the lube out of the bag he’d tossed it in last night. He squirts some on his finger before pressing further in, spreading Johnny’s ass open. “Good boy.”
Johnny nearly melts into the cot, letting out a pathetic sound as Simon adds a second finger. He’s still sore from the last three days, but his drive to please his alpha pushes away any sensitivity he’s feeling. That, and the lust burning hot in him. Betas don’t have heat cycles, but he might as well be in the middle of one with how horny he’s been these last few days. He knows part of it is Simon being worked up by the knowledge that there’s an omega in heat nearby, and his own body reacting to his alpha. He’s never been around an omega in heat, and he doesn’t think Simon has either.
He’s not sure Simon has ever been with an omega at all before.
More cold lube hits his hole, a second finger pressing in. He gasps at the stretch, squeezing around Simon’s thick fingers. Simon’s other hand trails up his back, pushing his shirt up as he goes. Johnny pushes himself up slightly, tugging the fabric over his head before he relaxes back down against the blankets.
Simon presses a third finger in, working Johnny open with what still won’t be enough, but Johnny won’t complain. He’s taken his alpha before. He’ll do it gladly again.
“Fuck, Johnny.” Simon grunts as Johnny squeezes around his fingers again.
“Cannae help it.” Johnny whines. “Feels too good.”
“Didn’t say you could cum yet.” Simon says, removing his fingers. “Naughty pup.”
Johnny lets out a pathetic sounding whimper, pressing his ass up to try and chase Simon’s fingers. He yelps as Simon’s hand meets his skin, his hips dropping back to the bed at the force of Simon’s spank.
“Stay still.” Simon growls, the cap of the lube popping open again.
Johnny does as he’s told, keeping himself still as Simon prepares himself. He groans as the tip of Simon’s cock presses against his hole, his hands fisting the sheets at the stretch. Simon’s hand rubs his back, trying to get him to relax. Johnny breathes, forcing himself to go lax, letting Simon slip in further.
“Good boy.” Simon groans, bracing himself on the bed as he presses further and further into Johnny’s tight hole. “That’s my good boy. You can take it.”
“Fuck!” Johnny groans, practically preening from the praise.
“That’s it.” Simon groans, pressing in until his hips are flush with Johnny’s ass. “Bloody fucking hell.”
Johnny’s mind goes blank as he’s filled, all thoughts leaving at the feeling of his alpha inside of him. He’s panting already, stretched open around his alpha’s cock. Simon begins to move, rocking his hips slowly, drawing his cock out before pushing it back in. Johnny whines, pushing back against Simon, needing more.
“Please...” Johnny begs. “Please alpha!”
“Fuck.” Simon grunts, bracing himself further before snapping his hips against Johnny. “Like that? That what you want, pup?”
Johnny almost yelps at the sensation, hands fisting the blankets as his body rocks forward on the cot. “Fuck, yes!”
Simon sets a brutal pace, hips snapping against Johnny’s ass. Pleasure numbs Johnny’s mind as the sensation of Simon inside of him. His cock is trapped between his body and the cot, dragging against the blankets with every thrust. He’s going to cum soon, he knows that. He won’t be able to hold it, not with how sensitive he already is.
“Gonna cum, can’t hold it!” He whines, pushing back against Simon’s thrusts for more friction. “Fuck, alpha!”
Johnny cums quickly with a groan, the blankets getting damp under him as he shakes in his release. Simon doesn’t stop, undeterred by Johnny’s clenching around him in his orgasm. He’s going to ring a few more out of Johnny before he’s done.
They’re both in for a long night.
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Double the Fun
Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader x Reiner Braun
Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Word Count: ~3.9k
cw: next-door neighbors Eren and Reiner, modern day au, all characters are mid-twenties, explicit language, p*rn no plot, smut – threesome, vaginal sex, anal sex, anal play, spit play, nipple play, cunnilingus, face-riding, blowjob, hand job (M/M), double-penetration, multiple orgasms from the reader, sex toy use (anal plug), cream pies (in both holes), Reiner is a bit of a perv and sniffs panties (just like how he sniffed Historia’s letter in the finale LOL), pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweetie), slight degradation (use of slut, cock slut, whore, and cock sleeve to address the reader), slight breeding kink, sex without a condom (assuming reader is on some form of birth control)
Summary: You’ve been having a bit of a dry spell recently with how busy you’ve been at work. When you finally manage to snag a date with one of your online dating matches, you’re unfortunately stood up, leaving you in a worse mood than before. Lucky for you, your two hot neighbors are more than willing to cheer you up.
Author’s Notes: Phew! This one is a doozy! Please make sure you read the content warnings before reading. This is filthy and shameless; I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I LOVE Eren and Reiner together, idk, they just always scratch this everlasting itch I have. I’m still getting used to writing threesomes, so I hope this is okay! Also, this is my first foray into butt stuff and I may have awoken something inside me, LOL. MDNI divider by the loveliest @/cafekitsune. Thank you for reading!
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part 4 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series
“Are you sure you don’t want me to sit, like, two tables away? What if this guy is sketch?”
You can spot the obvious concern in Pieck’s voice through the speaker of your phone, which is currently face-up on top of your vanity as you get ready. You finish the last steps of your makeup, inspecting yourself in the mirror, satisfied. “Don’t worry, I’ve got pepper spray in my purse in case he tries anything funny,” you assure your best friend. It’s been a while since you last went on a proper date. Pieck’s always been a worry-wart about you meeting strangers from your online dating apps, constantly reminding you to stay vigilant. Tonight is no different.
“You should at least let your hot neighbors know that you’re going out, so they can keep an eye out for you,” she suggests, throwing that in casually. Ever since you moved in a few months ago, she’s been rooting for you to hook up with either of the two men next door, Eren Jaeger and Reiner Braun. She’s met them plenty of times in passing and would much rather you date one of them instead of the countless of mysterious men on your current roster.
There’s no denying that they’re attractive. Eren with his long, dark hair, striking eyes, and toned physique. Reiner with his sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and well-groomed goatee. They also happen to be incredibly friendly towards you, always greeting you in the hallway with a genuine smile, asking how your day went or what you’ll be up to. They’ve invited you for dinner on several occasions, which has always been pleasant, sometimes leaning towards the flirtatious side. You’re sure they’re just nice guys, cordial neighbors looking out for one another. There’s nothing more to it than that, even if a small part of you wants there to be.
You step back from your reflection, checking yourself out once one more. “I’ll be fine, Pieck.”
“What if I can’t reach you? There should be at least one other person who’s aware of your whereabouts, right?” This is what binging too many true crime documentaries does. Still, you’re grateful for your friend’s concern, knowing it’s all out of love. You can tell she’s actually distressed about this, so you end up agreeing, mostly to appease her. She wishes you well before hanging up as you slip into heels by the door.
You tug at the hem of your skimpy black dress, hand motionless on the doorknob. It’s your first date in over a month. Work has been so busy that you haven’t had time for romance or sex. The variety of sex toys tucked away in your drawer has been your only solace these past few weeks. To say you’re ready for some real action is an understatement. You’re also incredibly nervous, afraid you’ve lost your groove. That’s why you’ve taken extra measures to fully prepare yourself for anything tonight.
With a deep breathe, you step out into the hallway, following Pieck’s advice. You knock on your neighbor’s door and Eren is the first to answer. His expression brightens when he realizes it’s you. “Hi,” he greets you, flashing that charming smile of his. He scans you up and down, taking in your appearance. “Wow.”
“Is that a good wow or a bad wow?” you grin, twirling for him.
He swallows hard, checking you out once more. “Definitely a good wow.”
It’s that extra boost of confidence you need for this date, so you’re appreciative of him. “Thank you, Eren. You’re always so sweet.”
He crosses his arms over his chest, smirking. “So, hot date tonight?”
You decide to be honest with him. “Yeah. It’s been a minute, so I’m a little nervous.”
“Don’t be. Any guy would be lucky to date you.” His eyes twinkle at you kindly.
You imagine Pieck screaming at you from twenty miles away, begging you to date Eren instead of going out with this random swipe right. Eren is simply a sweet guy paying his neighbor a compliment. There’s nothing more to it than that. Before you get the chance to thank him, Reiner’s deeper voice calls out from inside the apartment. “Who is it?”
Without taking his eyes off you, Eren answers with your name. Soon, the blonde joins him, jaw dropping when he notices you. “Fuck.”
Eren elbows him in the chest, to which Reiner mutters a strained apology. “Sorry. You just look amazing.”
The flattery is almost too much, cheeks warm with embarrassment, stomach fluttering. “Thank you.” Reiner is usually the more forward of the two, blurting out whatever is on his mind, though you’re not complaining.
Grinning, Reiner asks, “So, who’s the lucky guy?”
“Someone I met online. My friend said I should let my wonderful neighbors know my whereabouts tonight, in case I end up missing,” you explain casually.
“How morbid,” Eren chuckles. “We’ll keep an eye out for you later so that your friend doesn’t have to worry.”
“I would appreciate that.”
Reiner raises a brow at you. “Unless you’re planning on sleeping with him. We probably won’t see you if it does go well.” He hunches forward when Eren lands another blow to his chest, shutting his roommate up.
You giggle, agreeing with him. “No, you’re totally right. I’m going to stay optimistic and say that if I don’t come home tonight, that’s a good thing.”
“We’ll hope for the best, then,” Eren replies, beaming.
You turn to leave, waving farewell to them. Reiner yells out, “Have fun tonight! But not too much fun!”
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You return to your apartment complex less than two hours later, heels clicking loudly on the tiled steps, feet heavy with disappointment. After taking a twenty-minute taxi ride to the restaurant you agreed to meet him at, you proceeded to wait an entire hour only to realize that you’ve been stood up. No text, no reply, no call. You’ve been made a fool, completely humiliated, the night and the rest of your weekend absolutely ruined by this asshole’s no-show.
It takes you a while to dig through your purse for your keys, patience already worn thin. Frustrated, you groan out loud, staring up at the ceiling. “Why me?”
In the worst timing ever, the door to your left swings open. Eren pops his head out, saying your name curiously.
Reluctantly, you turn to face him. “Hey.”
He comes out, dressed casually in sweats, hair wrapped in a messy bun with the few stray strands draping the back of his neck. “That was quick.”
With an unconvincing smile, trying to hide the shame that currently consumes you, you admit, “I got stood up.”
His demeanor changes instantly. The concern on his face is endearing, and when he drifts towards you, he reaches out, then drops his arm, unsure how best to console you without crossing any lines. “No way.”
You nod, sighing. “It’s true.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He steps closer to you, hesitantly placing his hand on your shoulder, testing the waters.
You smile at him, enjoying this simple touch of comfort. “It’s fine. It is what it is.”
The two of you linger like this, Eren gazing into your eyes, holding you. His palm is hot on the fabric of your dress, and for a split second, you wonder how pleasant it’d be on your bare skin. And maybe it’s your wishful thinking or your desperation for human contact after being rejected tonight, but you can feel the heat of a spark between you now. Before you let your fantasies drive you to do something unprecedented, you search your bag again, finally retrieving your keys. He lets you go, watching you shove them into the keyhole, unlocking the door. “Are you okay?”
In all honestly, you’re not, but there’s nothing him or anyone else can do about it, right? “I’ll be okay. Sucks that I got all dressed up for this, though. What a waste.”
He doesn’t respond right away, choosing his words carefully. “Well,” he starts, the faintest blush tinged on his cheeks. “It doesn’t have to be.”
You stare at him, heart beating faster, making sure you’re understanding him correctly. “Really?”
He clears his throat, licking his lips. “Yeah. Maybe we can get some use out of it.”
“We?”
As if on cue, Reiner emerges from inside their apartment, having heard everything. “Fuck that shitty asshole. You’ll have way more fun with us.” He stands next to his roommate, grinning at you.
This time, you do listen to Pieck’s voice in your head, yelling at you to go for it. To let these two alluring neighbors of yours take care of you the way you deserve. Already feeling better, you give them a coy smile, opening the door to let them in. “Okay, then. Come on in.”
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It’s the first time they’ve ever been inside your apartment, though you save the formal tour for later. As soon as the three of you are inside, door shut, shoes off, they’re both kissing you fiercely. Eren faces you, slipping his tongue into your mouth, hot and heavy. He caresses your sides, squeezing the curves of your body through your dress. Reiner is behind you, grip just below Eren’s, firm on your hips. His lips brush delicately on the nape of your neck, groin pressed to your backside, the bulge protruding from his pants growing harder and harder between your ass cheeks. You moan into the kiss, pussy throbbing in your lingerie, eager to be touched by either man, by both of them. Why did you even bother trying to hook up with strangers online when the perfect matches were beside you all along?
Reiner chuckles, breath hot on your ear, voice low and rugged. “You’re really horny, aren’t you? All dolled up and ready to be fucked, huh?” There he goes again, blunt and straightforward and so fucking sexy, exactly what you need tonight.
And here is Eren, soft and gentle, committed to kissing you, whispering sweet nothings any chance he gets. “You’re beautiful. Such a gorgeous girl. So pretty for us.” Also exactly what you need.
You lead them into your bedroom, Eren flipping on the light switch, keeping his lips on you while Reiner strips out of his clothes, starting with his pants. Eren does the same, hoisting his shirt off, revealing his impressive figure. You attempt to slip out of your dress, but Reiner stops you. “Keep it on,” he rasps, down to his underwear now, boner more obvious, poking out from his briefs.
Eren pinches your butt, snapping the tight fabric to your skin. “We’re not letting this go to waste, remember?”
You nod mindlessly, brain hazy with lust, too eager to be fucked. “Fuck me,” you beg, spit smeared all over your lips.
They both laugh softly, walking you towards the bed. “So impatient, so needy,” Eren coos, positioning himself in front of you, toying with the hem of the skirt.
Reiner sits up against the headboard, propping you up on his lap, your back pressed to his muscular chest. “What’s the rush, baby?” he teases, licking a stripe behind your ear. “We’re going to take care of you. Right, Eren?”
Eren bites his lip as he works your dress up past your thighs until it’s bunched up at your hips, exposing your soaked thong on your wet cunt. “Oh fuck yeah,” he huffs, salivating. “Gonna make you feel so good. Make you come so fucking much.”
You spread your legs wider for him, a pathetic whine escaping your throat, more and more desperate by the second. He hooks his finger on the crotch of your panties, smirking at the string of arousal that stretches between the fabric and you. “So fucking wet, holy shit.”
He tugs it all the way off your legs, tossing it over to Reiner, who brings it up to his nose, taking a big whiff. “Such a slut for wearing these on a first date. Our naughty girl.” He lets your lingerie fall from his grasp onto the floor, sliding to the plush of your thighs, keeping your legs spread apart.
Eren dives in, spreading his wide tongue flat on your clit, moving it side-to-side, stimulating you into your first orgasm. Your knees twitch from the sensation, the pleasure rippling through you like waves of ecstasy. You turn your head towards Reiner’s, opening your mouth, pleading him for a kiss. He obliges, sticking his tongue inside you, slurping up your saliva, hungry for it. “You’re so fucking nasty,” he growls, reaching for the drawer beside the bed. “Bet you have toys hiding in here. Why don’t we have some more fun and play with them?” You whimper wantonly, keen on the idea of Reiner using whatever he wants on you to make you come again.
He finds exactly what he’s looking for: your precious anal plug, tapered on one end, heart-shaped gem on the other. When he pulls it out, he barks out a laugh, almost like he can’t believe his luck. “You really are a whore,” he whispers in your ear, sinister and wicked, about to have too much fun with this. “Did you prep yourself to be fucked in the ass? Be honest.” Even Eren pauses, peering up at you, curious.
“Yes,” you mewl, squirming with arousal, body tingling all over.
Eren’s chuckle reverberates against your clit, releasing you from his mouth to lap at your wet slit. “Good girl,” he muffles, collecting your cum on his tongue. “So perfect for us.”
The dynamic between them spurs you on, Eren playing the good guy, Reiner playing bad. Both of them work together with a common goal in mind: to cheer up their pretty neighbor from what would have been a bummer of a night. But already, you’re thankful that you were stood up; you’re certain now that this is the much better alternative.
“Eren, switch spots with me,” Reiner demands. “And you,” he says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “On your stomach.”
You both obey him without protest. Eren leans against the headboard with a dazed look in his eyes, licking his shiny, cum-coated lips. He smiles as you gaze up at him, wrapping your fingers around his shaft, stroking him. You open wide, tapping the tip of his dick on your tongue before sinking down on him until you’re too the hilt, swallowing him into the back of your throat. He cups yours cheeks, caressing you gently. “So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth. My gorgeous girl.” You accept the praise shamelessly, relishing the distinct taste of him.
From behind, Reiner worships you, squeezing your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to ogle at your fluttering hole. Without warning, he hocks a frothy wad of spit directly onto it, teasing his thumb on the rim. “Fuck, baby,” he utters as you moan on Eren’s cock. “I’m gonna put it in now, okay?”
You nod, taking Eren deeper, your nose pressed to his groin, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth, bracing yourself. The plug is slick with lube as Reiner pushes it in carefully until the heart-shaped jewel is flush to your hole. He swears under his breath, marveling at the sight before him, cock pulsating in his fist. You stay like this for a while, adjusting to the toy inside you. It really did help that you prepared for this earlier.
“So sexy,” Eren murmurs from above you, staring on your backside. “You take it so good, sweetheart.”
“Like an obedient slut,” Reiner adds, using his thumb to push the plug the slightest bit deeper. He lifts your hips to position himself below you so that you’re straddling his face. “Can you come again, baby?”
“Of course she can. She’s our good girl,” Eren purrs, petting your head softly as you continue to blow him.
Reiner eats you out sloppily, different from Eren, who’s intentional with his every move. It sends you into another frenzy, pushing you closer and closer over the edge, especially when he begins playing with the plug, pumping it in and out of you slowly. You’re overstimulated with Eren’s hot cock throbbing in your mouth, clit swollen on Reiner’s tongue, and asshole puckered around the smooth glass of the plug. You reach your climax easily, gushing all over Reiner’s face, riding out your orgasm until you’ve completely soaked him in your juices. He drinks it all up, messy and greedy for every drop of you he can scour. He really is as insatiable as you imagined he’d be.
You release Eren to catch your breath, to which he tips your chin up to face him. “You’re incredible,” he says, the familiar twinkle in his eyes making your heart race. You paw at his chest, crawling up to meet him for a kiss.
Reiner quickly joins the two of you, not wanting to be left out, rubbing his hard cock between your ass cheeks. You kiss the both of them at the same time, all of your saliva mingling together into a hot, wet mess that you’re currently intoxicated by. After a moment, Eren pulls back. “Does our pretty girl want to get fucked now?”
“Show us how big of a cock slut you are,” Reiner grunts, circling the jeweled end of the plug, teasing your hole.
Eren helps remove the dress off you completely, hoisting it off your body. He stretches his arm towards the drawer. “Are the condoms in here too?”
You shake your head briskly, bringing his attention back to you. “I want it raw. Want you to fill me up.”
They both moan, clearly fond of your request, kissing you feverishly. Eren nudges your breast into his mouth, latching onto your nipple. Reiner sucks the skin all along your neck, leaving his love marks, growling, “You want us to breed you, huh? Want all this cum inside these tight little holes of yours. Oh fuck.” His voice is rough and husky, gradually losing his composure.
Eren’s remains tender, his breath soft on your bosom. “We’re going to breed you so good, sweetheart.” He shimmies down the bed, lying flat on his back, peering up at you with adoration. You straddle him, rubbing yourself on his shaft, needy for friction on your aching clit.
Reiner’s embraces you from behind, groping your chest, focusing on his roommate’s dick and your wet cunt gliding along it. He reaches between you and Eren, fisting his friend’s cock with fast strokes. “Look how hard he is for you. He’s going to fuck you so good. Make you cream all over the sheets.” Your pussy is sopping with arousal from the dirty talk alone, but watching Reiner touch Eren has you dizzy.
“Fuck, Reiner,” Eren moans, throat bobbing as he swallows hard. “That’s so fucking hot.” He lets his roommate jerk him off while you continue to grind yourself on him. Soon, he replaces Reiner’s fist with his own, cockhead glistening with precum. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
Reiner moves to your swollen bud, tapping it with his thick fingers. “Oh yeah, she’s fucking ready. Come on, cock sleeve. Put it in.”
Without wasting another second, you line yourself up with him. Eren slides in smoothly, his entire length in you, pussy stretched around him perfectly. You whimper from the fullness, his cock to the hilt and the plug nestled in your backside. Reiner places his hand on your posterior, urging you to lean down so that your chest-to-chest with Eren, who kisses you passionately, remaining still inside you. “Eren,” you whimper his name, drooling into his mouth. He smiles against you, delighted at how fucked out you are for him.
Reiner adjusts his stance, hovering over you by planting one foot on the bed to prop his knee up, giving him enough leverage. He focuses on the plug, tugging it out just barely only to push it back in, repeating this several times, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Finally, he removes it completely, staring wide-eyed at your gaping hole, oh-so-inviting for his fat cock. “Look at that,” he croons, circling your rim with his finger, sensitive to his touch.
You want so badly to be stuffed full by both of them. In a trembling voice, you whine, “Please, Reiner.”
Laughing, he delivers a harsh smack to your ass, skin immediately stinging from it. He dribbles more of his spit onto you, teasing the tip of his dick on the rim. “Not yet, slut.” You can’t see him, too immersed in kissing Eren right now, but you can practically hear the wicked grin on his face, watching you squirm below him as he torments you.
Eren intervenes, annoyed with his friend’s behavior. “Come on, Reiner. Give her what she wants. She deserves it.” He nuzzles his nose to yours. “She’s been a very, very good girl.”
Eventually, Reiner relents. “You’re right. She’s a good girl. And good girls deserve to get fucked in both holes.”
You shiver at his perverse words, bracing yourself. At last, he guides himself inside you, filling you to the brim. It’s better than any fantasy you could dream of, the sensation so intense, tears begin welling in your eyes.
They start thrusting simultaneously, Eren pummeling your cunt from below, Reiner pounding your ass from behind. It’s messy and raunchy, their hands slippery all over your body from lube, slick, and sweat. The air surrounding you is laden with lust and desire. The collective moans from all three of you echo off the walls of your small bedroom, along with the squeaks of your mattress creaking under the weight of your vigorous lovemaking.
Reiner is rendered speechless now, totally concentrated on pumping his cock in and out of your fluttering hole, the only sound from his mouth being his ragged breaths. Eren slips one hand between you, his digits pressed to your puffy clit as he fucks up into your pussy. The other fondles your tit, thumb flicking your nipple until it’s perky. He continues to praise you, constantly musing about what a good girl you are, how perfect you are for them.
At this point, you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve come. You’re in a perpetual state of ecstasy, surrounded by the two hottest men in your life who are voracious for your orgasms. The sour memory from earlier has completely faded and all you can think about is the sweet bliss you’re currently indulging in.
Eren is the first to come, no longer able to endure it. His even thrusts turn erratic. “Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming inside you sweetheart, oh fuck.”
You kiss him languidly, drinking up his moans as he floods your cunt with his load. Soon, Reiner swears loudly, announcing his own climax. “Fuck, gonna breed this slutty hole.” His cock swells, spurting his warm seed inside you.
You relax on top of Eren, who’s equally as spent as you. Reiner pulls out slowly, fixated on his own cum dripping out of you. “Fuck. Let’s see the other one, baby.” You lift off Eren, who almost seems reluctant to let you go. Both of them watch with hazy expressions as his creamy load spills out of you and onto his lap.
The room is musty with the scent of sex, the sheets messy and stained beneath you. Despite that, you’re on cloud nine, soaring high from having the nastiest ménage á trois with your next-door neighbors.
Maybe you should try getting stood up more often.
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TONIGHT YOU ARE MINE [s. neteyam]
pairing neteyam x metkayina!fem!reader
summary fed up with his siblings stealing you away while the sun shines, neteyam decides it's best to see you during eclipse
wc 1.2k
warnings mentions of jealousy, probably littered with grammatical errors (oops)
note first actual neteyam oneshot 😋 it took me WAYYYY too long to actually finish this. i must admit i’m a bit embarrassed lol. also this is heavily inspired by this song !!
glossary yawntutsyìp (darling), skxawng (idiot), oel ngati kameie (i see you)
neteyam wasn’t jealous. he wasn’t. he swore to both you and himself that jealousy was something he felt a lack of, always trusting in you and the relationship you both upheld. he took great pride in not having experienced the pesky emotion. but now, as he stood watching you from the shore of one of the reef’s many beaches, he was trying to force down the bitter feeling that caused his jaw to tighten and stature to straighten.
the na’vi stealing your attention away from him weren’t even strangers. neteyam felt more betrayed that you were making more time for his siblings than you were for him. he supposed he could join in on your fun, integrate himself into the smiles and laughter, but he wanted time with you and you alone. so as he turned away, gears beginning to turn in his mind, he worked out a supposed better moment to approach you.
“there you are! i’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
your words carried a lilt to them, and you wore an exhilarated smile as you walked up to neteyam, reaching for his hand in earnest.
“that’s funny, ‘cause i’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he replied gingerly, his lips pulling into a grin similar to yours. he took notice of the way you were practically bouncing on your heels as he began to tug you in the direction of the water.
it was just after eclipse, and you could sense that his family (or parents in particular) would be worried about him, but you didn’t question when he said, “come with me.”
his braids fell past his shoulders as he walked, and you squeezed his hand tenderly as water started to lap at your ankles, the waves pooling around your feet. out beyond the beach, the reef glowed with bioluminescence. you had always thought it to be prettier now than when the sun touched it.
“where are we going?” you asked.
neteyam shook his head, smile refusing to feign or falter. “you’ll see, yawntutsyìp. we’re not going far, just…out.” his tone of voice was stoic, and a small part of you thought there might be more to his answer than he was letting on.
“just out,” you repeated, hyper-aware of the way his hand felt in yours. “i like the sound of that. it has been a while since we have been together. alone.”
scoffing out a laugh, neteyam nodded, stealing a glance your way as you both walked along the shoreline. “indeed it has. you’ve been spending all of your time with my brother and sisters.”
you frowned at his words, mentally recalling your activities throughout the day. much to your dismay, neteyam was right. “they’ve required my attention; their breath hold is getting longer and longer each time we practice,” is all you told him.
“yes, but i require your time too,” neteyam drawled, his face morphed into an expression of longing. he pulled you to a stop. “you’re so distant when the sun comes out. why don’t you let tsireya take over. just for a day. i miss being with you.”
lips stretching into a soft smile, you released neteyam’s hand before bringing both your palms to his freckled face. his cheeks were warm against your skin as you said, “you’re with me now. and yes, i can talk to tsireya. she will take over tomorrow’s lessons.” after a slight pause, you stepped closer to him. “there’s no need to be so jealous, ‘teyam.”
your lover rolled his eyes, large hands grabbing your wrists and pulling them from his face. his thumbs smoothed over your knuckles as he said, “i’m not jealous. just…”
“envious of your siblings?” you finished for him, a teasing smile stretching your lips.
neteyam gave you an unamused look, but you noticed the way he was biting back a grin. “you’re such a skxawng.”
“says you!” there was no point in trying to hide that some part of you found it humorous and sweet that neteyam was jealous of his siblings for ‘stealing you away.’ you found it to be quite cute.
instead of trying to find a proper rebuttal to your intended banter, neteyam only sighed and guided your hands to rest behind his nape, his own fingers finding themselves latched to your hips. your front pressed against his, and he sighed as his amber eyes met yours.
intimidated by the sudden closeness, you found your insides twisted with anxiousness. in your peripheral, you noticed the way neteyam’s tail flickered behind him.
“what do you want to do tomorrow?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. his gaze consistently jumped to your mouth as he awaited your response.
hit by the abrupt urge to kiss him, you shook your head. “ask me when i’m not distracted by your presence, okay?”
neteyam grinned, and you caught sight of his elongated canines as he stroked the outline of your jaw with his right thumb. “when are you not distracted by my presence, yawntutsyìp?”
giving him a disgruntled look, you rolled your eyes, leaning into his touch regardless of your annoyed facade. “just shut up and kiss me, skxawng.” using the heels of your palms, you gently urged neteyam closer and pressed your lips against his, instantly losing yourself in his taste.
your mouth moved with his, fingers splaying and threading themselves into the roots of his braids. he was so close, and yet you wanted him closer, forever engraved into your skin and mind and soul. as his teeth grazed your bottom lip, you moaned quietly before pulling away. neteyam followed suit, though, and you found yourself exhaling as his mouth began to trail the column of your neck.
“neteyam,” you said, failing to steal his attention away from the marks he was branding onto your skin. “neteyam.”
he breathed heavily against your throat. “what?”
“people…” you started, mind clouded with the sensation of his warm tongue. “people will notice marks, neteyam.”
“good,” he regarded with no hesitation, placing chaste kisses on your jawline. “let them notice.”
you let out a strained whine, your eyes locked on the blazing stars above, hands sliding down to his biceps. “my parents will notice. yours will too.”
at this, neteyam finally pulled back, his gaze lidded. his head tilted ever so slightly to the left. “what is so bad about them noticing?”
exhaling through your nose, you shot him a pointed look before shifting yourself against him. you rested your forehead against his chest, squeezing your eyes shut. “there’s nothing distinctively wrong, i suppose. everything about this—about you—just makes me nervous. or, rather, excited. my mind and senses feel tuned to a hundred percent when i’m with you. i have never felt this way. i think i am scared to express whatever this is.”
neteyam’s gaze softened with understanding, leaning down to rest his chin atop your head. he embraced you tightly—to which you were quick to do the same—and he said against your hair, “i have never felt this way either.”
you pulled away, just enough to properly look at him. “oel ngati kameie, neteyam. oel ngati kameie.”
he did not hesitate to say the phrase back, his fingers splaying across the small of your back. “i see you, my love.”
neteyam let the words hang in the air, their weighted meaning bringing heaviness to your heart. and it was at this moment, as you both stood facing each other, skin against skin, that you deemed the entire sully family to be a gift from eywa herself—it had never been so clear to you than it was now.
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I have a head canon that Chuuya & Dazai will randomly start humming a tune.
Often at the same time, even though they’re not near each other. It’s a tune neither one can place but it’s oh so familiar. A melody only they can hear & only they know. Something attuned to their souls.
They’ve never heard it anywhere aside in their own heads. But it’s comforting & warm when it invades their minds. A subtle feeling lingering in the back of their mind that suspiciously feels something like…home. Yet when they individually ask other people about it, no one’s ever heard the tune.
Neither could find anything through research either. Nothing sounds quite *right*.
Yet one day, long after their reunion, when they’re eating dinner Dazai feels the tune seep into his mind for the first time in a while. But before he even thinks about it, Chuuya starts humming the tune. Dazai snaps his head up & Chuuya looks at him questioning.
“That tune, how do you know it?”
Chuuya just shrugs, taking another bite. “I don’t know, it just came to mind”
“Do you know where it’s from?” Dazai asks, eyes narrowing, mind speeding to put together the puzzle forming in front of him.
Chuuya furrows his brows, thinking for a moment before shaking his head. “No, actually. I don’t know where I’ve heard it before”
And as Dazai always does, he starts to connect dots to dots.
Idk, it’s just something that’s been in my brain for a long time lol
Again this one is another thread from my twitter.
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— 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 (nsfw)
important note: if you don't like rpf (or fanfic about real people), please just scroll past. don't be rude in the reblogs or tags or I will just block you. it costs zero dollars to mind your business and keep scrolling. tom will literally never see this. I will never send it to him. therefore, no one is getting harmed by this. rpf is written by many about many real people and has been for a long time. if you'd like to file a complaint, I'd love to see you say that writing rpf is weird to the Hamilton fandom, the Billy the Kid fandom, the Elvis/ Queen/ Greta Van Fleet/ other bands and singers fandoms, (especially the k pop fandom. I pray you survive if you do.) etc etc. basically, just ignore this if you don't wanna see it. have a good day (:
⌯ pairing: tom blyth / fem!reader
⌯ warnings: mentions of alcohol, consumption of alcohol, mentions of smoking, reader smokes but it isn't explicitly described (can be an ignored detail), eventual smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (please protect yourself with strangers), oral sex (f receiving), nipple play, cum eating, fluff if you squint
⌯ word count: 3454
⌯ summary: at your friend's christmas party, you meet tom blyth and there's a strong connection off the bat. after a little too much to drink and a night spent talking, the two of you have an intimate christmas eve together. (based on those nights by bastille.)
⌯ author’s note: I've been so busy that I haven't been able to finish this until today lol and it took ages because I kept getting distracted ((: anyway!! merry christmas and happy hanukkah, I hope everyone enjoys this (: if you don't pls keep it to yourself
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this fic has been cross posted to ao3.
ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
You’re nursing a glass of half-sipped champagne, trying your best to pay attention to what your friend is saying to you through the pounding music. Being social with them is the least you can do, considering this is their holiday party you’re attending. And they’ve supplied the alcohol that you’ve helped yourself to all night. This is one reason why you can’t focus very well, but there’s another reason, too. You swear you feel eyes from somewhere in the apartment searing into the back of your head. At first, it wasn’t a big deal. But now it’s almost as if you’re scared to move in case someone is watching. Still listening to your friend, you realize you’re unable to look around to find the source. So you push away the sensation the best you can for now. A mutual friend waves at you from across the room where the makeshift bar is. Downing the rest of your champagne, you bid the friend you’re conversing with a quick goodbye for the time being. Hurrying to your friend who beckoned you over, you look at them with a raised brow when their face scrunches up into a giddy smile.
“Why do you look like that?” you ask, carefully eyeballing them.
Your friend chuckles at you, leaning into your ear, “There’s a hot guy back there who has been eyeing you for quite some time.”
Your face contorts into realization. So that’s why you’ve been feeling eyes burning into you. You hesitantly turn around, hoping you aren’t too blatantly obvious in finding who is staring. However, at this point in the night, you aren’t entirely graceful by any means. Your eyes catch onto a brunette man almost immediately, like you’re drawn to one another somehow. The man glances down at his drink before letting his eyes shoot back up to yours, his determined gaze sending goosebumps across your skin. Your friend has been too busy making you a drink to notice the tension but still manages to switch out your empty glass with a full one despite your daze.
“I’ll be right back,” you say just loud enough for your friend to hear over the song blaring through the speakers.
With the alcohol burning in your system, the atmosphere of the apartment seems otherworldly. It’s a fairly glitzy party, so you’re dressed for the occasion. Your outfit highlights your best features, allowing you to have an air of confidence. A kind of confidence you don’t usually carry. The alcohol certainly helps with that. The shimmery lighting bouncing off the walls gives off an ethereal vibe to the apartment. The dim glimmer of the room casts the shadow of the brunette man’s eyelashes onto his cheekbones. The closer you get, the more you notice about him. His aquiline nose, the contour of facial hair on his face, the tasteful and subtle golden hoop in his left ear. You see a small smile stretch across his lips as you approach him.
“I am so sorry if I’m coming off as creepy,” he shouts over the music, laughing to himself, “I promise I don’t mean to. You’re just really attractive.”
You take a moment to let your eyes take in his form as discreetly as possible, noticing his towering height and lean physique. Now that you’re close enough to properly see his face, you note that his eyes shine a hauntingly beautiful shade of icy blue. He takes a moment to study your face as well, waiting with bated breath for your response.
“That means a lot coming from someone who is also attractive. And I thought I felt someone staring,” you jokingly smile at him around a sip of your drink.
“Sorry about that,” the man rubs the back of his neck nervously, “I just never know how to approach without being awkward.”
Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the heavy weight of the brunette’s eyes on yours, your drink burning away any nervousness that had previously lingered.
“I get it,” you match his smile that has yet to wipe off his face, “I’m not the type to come up to someone I find cute. But…” you trail off, taking in the man’s attractiveness, “There’s something about you I can’t put my finger on.”
“Well,” he chuckles at you, bringing his glass to his lips before hesitating, “You’ll figure it out eventually.”
“Oh really?’ you raise your eyebrows, a playful tinge to your voice, “How’s that?”
“Do you smoke?” the man asks.
“Only when I’m drinking,” you chide.
The two of you weave around the other party-goers toward the fire escape, and you snatch the bottle of something from your friend’s hand while passing the bar on the way out. After clambering from the window behind the tall man, who effortlessly climbed out, you take his outstretched hand. Planting your feet on the landing, you watch as the man fishes out a pack of cigarettes and a pack of matches from his back pocket. He looks up at you expectantly, patting the spot on the metal grating next to him.
“I don’t bite,” he jokes, “Not hard, anyway.”
You bite back a snort but sit down anyway. You take a swig of the clear liquid in the bottle you took before offering it to the man with a sour face. He’s in the process of lighting up, the cigarette hanging between his lips casually as he holds a lit match to the end. You watch him do this, and something stirs inside you. He takes a drag before handing the cigarette to you and taking the bottle from your hand.
“You smoke a lot?” you ask him before taking a drag of your own, your eyes not leaving him.
He shrugs, “I picked it up while in college. It’s a bad habit I go back to sometimes.”
“I see,” you say, “I forgot to ask, but what’s your name?”
“Tom,” the brunette says, the cigarette dangling from his lips as he offers a free hand for you to shake. You gently take it.
Despite the chill of the night, Tom’s hand is warm against yours. You both hesitate to pull away, but a shy chuckle shared between the two of you causes a natural break of grip. You continue to smoke and pass the bottle to and from each other, talking about this year’s notable events in your lives. You speak for a while before more personal details begin spilling. Like how much you hate your job and how Tom missed his co-stars from his last project. Or how you both hate being single during the holidays. The more alcohol that’s consumed, the more you discuss your lives. It’s only been an hour or two, but it feels like you’ve known each other forever.
A comfortable silence falls over the two of you. Tom looks over at you, admiring how your cigarette looked so natural in your hand. And how your hair fell perfectly around your face and how you swung your legs back and forth innocently. The corners of Tom’s lips twitch upward as he subtly moves closer to you, his thigh pressing against yours. He thinks you’re quite interesting and pretty- he doesn’t know why you’re still single when you’re such an amazing person.
You feel the roughness of his trousers against your bare thigh as you finish your final cigarette. You swish the remaining contents of the bottle around, deciding that your blurry peripheral vision means it is time to stop drinking. When you turn to offer Tom the rest of the alcohol, he’s facing you already, mere inches away. Your breath hitches as his eyes look into yours. They drop to your lips, and despite your intoxication, you feel giddy in your stomach.
“Can I,” Tom whispers, lifting a hand to your cheek, “Can I kiss you?”
You sit the bottle down on the other side of where you’re sitting, a drunken smile growing on your face, “Of course you can.”
Tom leans in, pressing his lips to yours gently. You inhale sharply through your nose at the intense feeling of electricity between the two of you. You can taste the alcohol on him when you run your tongue across his bottom lip, testing just how far he wants to go. Your hand reaches up and cards through his dark hair, bringing him as close as possible as the kiss becomes more passionate. Tom’s free hand grasps your hip, his thumb digging deeper into your skin the harder you kiss him. Your head swims as he peppers his lips along your jawline and under your ear.
“We should probably go inside,” you pull away reluctantly, but even in your stupor, you don’t want to get carried away and fall off the fire escape.
You struggle to push up the cracked open window, and Tom giggles at you as he effortlessly pushes it open for you. Both of you climb through, and your friend shakes their head at you when your feet land firmly on the floor.
“I had wondered where you ran off to,” they chuckle, “I see you’ve met my friend Tom.”
“Uh, yeah,” you smile, looking up at him as he stands beside you.
Your friend looks closely at the two of you, noticing your bitten lips and Tom’s flushed face, “Now that the party has dwindled down, you guys can chill upstairs where it’s quiet. I have a book collection you two would enjoy.”
“Gotcha,” you nod as they walk away to mingle with other partygoers.
Looking around, you notice the remainder of the gathering is in other parts of the apartment, leaving the living room and upstairs unoccupied. Tom grabs your hand, pulling you away from the kitchen to the hallway leading to the stairs. You pull him into another kiss, Tom giggling at your eagerness as he sways slightly. He walks you backward until you feel your back against the nearby wall. Neither of you would do this on a typical day, but the energy between both of you is so intense. Your hands move underneath his shirt, your cold palms making contact with his warm skin. Tom gasps into the kiss at the contact, and you scoff, pulling away from him and grabbing his hand to drag him up the stairs.
“Careful,” Tom says to you as your legs wobble. Meanwhile, he’s struggling to climb them as well.
After a few minutes of tussling and laughing, the two of you finally reach the second floor.
“So about that book collection,” Tom raises an eyebrow, catching his breath as he grabs you by the hips, bringing you close to him.
“Only if you really want to,” you look up at him, both your and his eyes glazed over.
“I do,” Tom runs his hands along your sides, his gaze heavy on you, “Lead the way.”
You walk ahead of him, pulling him into the guest bedroom, where the books do happen to be stored in a giant bookcase along the wall. String lights around the ceiling give a soft golden glow to the room as you approach the mass of books. Tom closes the door softly as he enters the room, walking up behind you as you trace the spine of one of your favorite books. Tom wraps his arms around you, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck gingerly. You melt into his chest, closing your eyes as he travels down your shoulder. Your dress has an exposed back, and Tom is taking advantage of it as Tom falls to one knee and continues kissing down your body. He delicately unties the silk ribbon holding the two sides of your dress together, pausing before allowing it to fall to the floor.
“Let me know if you want me to stop,” Tom says.
You turn around and walk to the bed, allowing your dress to fall behind you. Sitting down, you motion for Tom to come over to you. His eyes scan your face, avoiding your intricate and deep-colored underwear as he stands up. Tom stands between your slightly parted legs, and you move your hands to the lapels of his black blazer, pushing them open. He discards it from his arms and to the floor before pulling his t-shirt over his head. You try not to ogle at his perfect body, but your hands wander anyway. Up his abdomen and across his chest until you reach his neck, where you pull him down for a heated kiss. Tom lightly pushes you onto the bed, and you move to the pile of pillows to rest your head. He climbs over you, caging you underneath him. Before you can react, Tom pulls your legs up around his waist as he rests his body on yours. His lips hover over yours, his darkened eyes boring into yours much like they did the back of your head earlier in the evening.
“Don’t stop,” you say, crossing your ankles behind Tom’s back.
Tom attacks your neck with hot kisses and soft bites, your hand grasping the back of his head. As his body relaxes into you, his weight presses you against the bed, and you feel how hard he is. You lift your hips to lightly grind into Tom, and his soft bite into your collarbone turns harsh in reaction. He continues downward, slipping his fingers underneath the straps of your bra and sliding them down your shoulders. You arch your back so Tom has the room to unclasp the band and remove the garment from you. He wastes no time resuming his kisses on your sensitive skin, avoiding the areas you desire his kisses most. You gasp when Tom lets his hand brush against your breast, his thumb circling your nipple softly. A small moan leaves your lips, and Tom glances up at you through his lashes to gauge your reaction. He admires how your eyebrows crease momentarily in pleasure, so he circles his thumb again. You moan louder this time, craving his touch without hesitance.
“Please,” you sigh, “Don’t hold back either.”
Tom hums in response before dipping his head down and enveloping your nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue teasingly. He rubs your other nipple with his thumb, simultaneously stimulating you. You whimper, heat from your still buzzed body rushing to your clit. Your hips roll in response, and you’re sure Tom can feel your dampened panties against his chest. He gives your nipple a sharp tug with his teeth before focusing on your needy core. He leaves an open-mouthed kiss on your clothed heat before removing your underwear. Still buzzed from all the alcohol earlier, Tom tries his best to be soft with you despite the pit of desire growing between you. You want him- all of him, and you want it now. And Tom wants you. Before you can speak, Tom’s warm mouth meets your folds, his tongue lapping at your arousal. You squirm from the sudden stimulation, but he stills your hips with his grip. A hand flies to Tom’s mussed-up hair as he plunges his tongue into you, his nose pressing to your clit. He inhales your scent, and it intoxicates him more than alcohol ever could. Shaking his head, Tom’s nose rubs against your clit perfectly as his tongue fucks you. Your whole body is up in flames, your fingers tightening in his hair.
You’re muttering incoherent praises as you ride Tom’s face. He replaces his tongue with two of his fingers, your relaxed wetness allowing him to slip them in easily. They scissor against your fluttering walls as Tom sucks on your bundle of nerves. Your fuzzy mind keeps you from hiding how good his mouth feels on you, and your moans grow louder. His mouth leaves your cunt abruptly before reattaching to yours, silencing you immediately.
“Gotta be quiet,” Tom huffs against your lips, “People are still downstairs, love.”
You wrap your legs around him again, grinding yourself into his still-clothed cock. He’s the one to moan this time, slipping his tongue into your mouth and letting you taste yourself. You unwrap your legs and work to unfasten Tom’s trousers, pushing them down his thighs. He kicks them off the rest of the way, along with his underwear, as he continues to kiss you. You reach down between your bodies and palm Tom’s length, to which he groans into your mouth. You guide his tip to your entrance, allowing him to comfortably push into you. Your hands grasp Tom’s shoulder blades, your nails lightly digging into his skin with every inch that enters you. You whimper in pleasure at him finally being inside you after longing for it all night. Tom bottoms out with a content sigh, also elated at the feeling of you clenching around his length after craving it for so long.
Your chests heave against one another, your forehead pressed to Tom’s. His enticing blue eyes meet yours as he slowly pulls out before slamming his hips against yours. You gasp, arching your back and letting butterflies swarm in your belly when Tom kisses the corner of your mouth. He fucks into you again, slowly building a steady pace. Your lips barely brush against Tom’s as he snaps his body into yours. Your buzz has now faded away, allowing you to feel him entirely sober. He sneaks his hand between you and presses his thumb to your clit, making you hiss at the sudden stimulation. Your head pushes against the pillows, exposing your throat. Tom lets his hand lazily wrap around it, not squeezing but instead holding it as he grazes his teeth on your skin there as he kisses your neck.
“Feel so good around me,” Tom says dazedly, and you feel his eyelashes flutter under your jaw, “So gorgeous.”
Your hand rests in his hair again, gently combing through his locks as he rocks into you faster. His weight on you, his thumb still rubbing your clit, and his hand around your neck seals the deal for you as he plows into that sweet spot inside you.
“Tom,” you moan, “I’m close.”
“Me too, baby. Me too,” he whispers into your skin, leaving soft kisses in contrast to his rough thrusts.
“You feel so good,” you mutter, your chin resting on Tom’s head.
Tom lifts your leg and places it on his shoulder, allowing him to hit a new angle inside you. You bury your face in his hair to deafen the cry that escapes you in response.
“Right there,” you pant, your hands desperately holding onto Tom’s hair as your mouth hangs open in silent pleasure.
Tom breathes heavily into your neck, using all the energy he has left to mercilessly fuck your weeping cunt. You feel your stomach tensing, alerting you of your impending orgasm. Tom chants your name as he firmly presses his thumb into your clit, causing the tightly wound knot inside you to snap undone. Your thigh clamps into the side of Tom’s neck while the other shakes against the bare skin of his sweat sheened back. The feeling of your tight pussy pulsating around him makes Tom explode inside you with a gasp. You grip Tom’s hair desperately as you milk him of everything he has, his thumb still not letting up on your clit. Another orgasm washes over you suddenly. This time it makes you convulse, your cunt gushing around Tom and dripping down your thighs as you cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck,” you gasp for air, Tom pulling out of you.
He moves down to your pussy, cleaning up the cum spilling from you with a hungry tongue. You’re so sensitive that your thighs slam into the sides of Tom’s head. He suckles your clit for a moment for good measure, making you writhe underneath him. You pathetically whimper when he pulls away, finally catching your breath. Tom returns to his previous position on top of you, his face buried in your neck. He wraps his arms around you, softly stroking your skin.
“Wow,” you giggle, letting your nose dig into Tom’s brunette hair.
“Yeah,” he smirks, “You’re amazing.”
“That’s all you, I’m afraid,” you say.
Tom hums, “I disagree, sweetheart.”
He rolls over momentarily, lifting the duvet for you to climb under. He embraces you again, holding you close as if you’ll disappear like some sort of dream. You wrap your arms around Tom’s, smiling as he presses his nose to your hair.
“I still haven’t put my finger on it,” you say after a moment of silence.
“Hmm? On what?”
“That something about you.”
“I guess you’ll have to stick around and find out, then.”
“Deal,” you chuckle, “Merry Christmas, Tom.”
“Merry Christmas, beautiful.”
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would you write Eddie x reader where he's like, dropping everyone off at night and reader is last, when the kids are gone she takes her bra off because it was definitely hurting her aaaaand Eddie notices that she's got pierced nipples? NO NEED to make it smutty if u don't feel like it, just curious about his reaction? lol thanks <3
reader is 18 in this, and obviously, minors dni!
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Another fun evening was had at Hellfire Club, and you & Eddie were ready to wind down at your place. He dropped some of the other members off at home first, and your house was the last stop on his tour. Eddie had been your close friend since you were eight and he was ten, and you did everything together: D&D, drama club at school, drugs, booze, you name it. Every chance you got, the two of you were always together—usually getting into some drug- or booze-induced shenanigans. When you weren’t doing that, you were doing the exact thing you were doing tonight, which was going home to chill out together on the couch or in your room.
You loved being around Eddie, and it far exceeded just friendship for you. The thing was, you had always harbored a little crush on him, from the moment you’d met him all those years ago. In fact, for the last few years, that crush had turned into all-out love. He didn’t know, of course; you would rather gouge your own eyes out with a hot poker than ever tell him and risk losing him.
You & Eddie sat in your living room, with the TV on and drinking beer that Eddie had smuggled into the house. There was a show that neither of you were paying attention to, some kind of weird sitcom that was neither of your tastes. You were sitting close together, as usual, practically cuddling as you mindlessly took in the show and drank. Your parents were upstairs, probably in bed or watching TV themselves, but they didn’t come down to greet you when they heard you return home. Since their car was outside, it told you they probably turned in for the night. That left you & Eddie completely alone, which could be either a good or bad thing, depending on the mood the two of you got into.
Things started off innocently enough. The two of you discussed the new campaign, how your classes were going, what your weekend plans were, all the usual topics. You were digging around your chest almost the entire time, trying to fix the discomfort that your bra was causing. It always annoyed you to wear one, but you had to; without it, your nipple piercings were going to be extremely noticeable, and you couldn’t have that in school. Nothing helped, and short of taking it off, you had no relief whatsoever. But it was becoming ever clearer that removing it is exactly what needed to be done, with no other choices available.
Eddie is in the middle of talking about his favorite part of the campaign when you do it. You unclasp the bra under your shirt, sliding your arms into the sleeves to remove the straps, before pulling it from the bottom of your shirt. Eddie stops talking and watches you closely, his doe eyes wide in surprise as he sees the bra land on the coffee table. His eyes trail back to you, but they don’t find your face again. They are transfixed on your chest, and on the unmistakable impressions of nipple piercings that are pressing against the fabric of your Hellfire Club shirt. He swallows thickly, running a hand over his cheek as he tries so hard to look away. You chuckle, unable to help it, and he turns his gaze with a light blush dusting his cheeks.
“It’s okay if you noticed,” you say. “They’re kinda hard to miss when they aren’t in the bra.”
“I…” he says, swallowing again as he finds your eyes. “I didn’t mean to seem like some kind of fucking perv. I guess I'm just more surprised than anything else. Why didn’t you ever tell me that you got them pierced?”
“I guess I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” you say, glancing at your chest. “I haven’t had them pierced for long. They’ve healed nicely, but sometimes they’re still a little sore.”
“Well, they seem very….um….” Eddie began, and you could tell that he was clearly flustered. “They seem nice. Probably got someone good to pierce them, huh? I hear those can be really hard to do.”
“Yeah, the guy who pierced them did a good job,” you say, and you can sense a shift in Eddie at the mention of another man. His jaw and fists clench, and he looks to the floor. You laugh, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. “Aw, what’s the matter, Eddie? Are you jealous that another guy got to see my tits?”
“No,” he says, but he’s lying. You can always tell; after ten years of friendship, it wasn’t as if he could fool you. “I’m not.”
“Mmm hmm,” you say, then teasingly add: “You know, I’ll let you see them, if you want to.”
Eddie nearly chokes on the drink of beer he had just taken, and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand after thumping his chest. “Sorry, but I’m going to need you to repeat that. I need to make sure I heard you correctly.”
“I said,” you repeat, brushing some hair back from his shoulder before ghosting those fingertips over his neck, “you can see the piercings, if you want to.”
“I don’t want it to be weird,” Eddie says, looking at you and leaning closer into your touch. “Will it be weird?”
“Only if you make it weird,” you say, your hand on the back of his neck and tangling into his hair. “It’s just boobs, Eddie. I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share.”
“Well, yeah,” Eddie says with a soft smile. “But these are yours. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying no. As long as you swear this won’t ruin anything between us, or make it awkward.”
“I don’t think it will,” you say, reaching for the hem of your shirt and slowly lifting it. “You can always change your mind before I get it hiked up, though. Tell me if you do, okay?”
He nods quickly, pulling the corner of his lip into his teeth. You keep moving the shirt up little by little, until your breasts are fully exposed to him. Eddie sucks in a breath, his eyes unable to leave them. He took in the shape of them, the way your nipples looked, and how the piercings gleamed in the lamplight of the living room. His breath caught, and he exhaled in the form of a shaky “fuck.” You laugh a little, biting your own lip as you watch him admiring your chest. You can tell that he’s enjoying it, and that whatever worries he had about this being awkward were long gone. In the front of his jeans, you could see the unmistakable outline of a forming erection.
“What do you think?” you ask, smirking.
“They look fantastic,” Eddie says, his eyes still taking in your breasts. “And I guess the piercings are nice, too.”
You laugh a little louder at that, and feel even more boldness coming over you. “Do you wanna touch them? You can, if you want to; I won’t mind.”
Eddie’s eyes flickered to your face, and they widened again. “I can?”
“Sure,” you say, taking one of his hands in your free one. “Here. I’ll show you that I’m not kidding.”
You place his hand over your right breast, and he hisses at the contact with your skin. His lips part, his brown eyes already filling with lust as he kneads experimentally on your skin. You whimper pleasurably under his rough palm, feeling a rush of heat in your cunt as a response. He mewls softly, taking his other hand and placing it on the opposite breast. He ghosts his thumbs over the nipples, against the piercings and your sensitive skin, and you cry out at the touch. Ever since getting them pierced, the sensitivity in them had increased tenfold, and that little brush of his thumbs nearly had you up the wall with pleasure.
“Eddie…” you sigh, squeezing your thighs together to dull the throbbing ache that was settling between them.
“Are you okay?” he asks, looking at you worriedly. “Do you need me to stop?”
“God, no,” you say with a breathless chuckle. “Please don’t stop.”
He gives them a light pinch, and when he sees you reacting positively, he does it a little harder. You grab onto his arm, moaning and biting your lip to quiet yourself a little. The last thing you needed was for one or both of your parents to hear, and come down to investigate. Eddie massages circles onto your nipples, before cupping your tits and pressing them together, massaging them, and bringing his face close to them. He looks up at you through bangs and lashes, smirking as he does so. His lips travel from your breastbone to your stomach, and then back up, his eyes never leaving you for a moment. More wetness starts pooling in your panties, and they cling to you as his soft, plump lips continue pressing your skin.
“You know,” he says, nuzzling his way between your breasts before leaving hard, open mouthed kisses on your sternum. You tangle a hand in his hair, head tipped back as you moan hotly. “Not trying to sound like a creep, but I always knew you had some amazing fucking tits.”
You laugh, and that boldness from before takes over again. “Oh yeah? Well, I always thought your dick would look fucking amazing pressed between them, or just rubbing on them, or a combination of both. Whatever you would prefer.”
He shivers violently at that, groaning against your skin. “Fuck, y/n…”
He wraps the tip of his tongue around one nipple, still looking at you as he does so. You meet his gaze with a shiver, pushing some hair from his eyes as his tongue swirls the metal of the piercing. “I’ll bet you would love to cum all over them, wouldn’t you? Seeing me with it all over my tits, maybe even on my chin and tongue if you’re the type of guy who can really shoot one off.”
“Jesus, that’s…” Eddie breathes, giving your other nipple the same treatment. “That’s hot as shit.”
“Wanna do it?” you ask, and he shivers again. You can feel his cock, hard and throbbing in his pants, against your leg. “I think you do; the thought of it is getting you rock. Fucking. Hard. Isn’t it?”
“Yes, fuck,” Eddie hisses, pulling your nipple between his lips and sucking rapidly. He tugs it in his teeth, and you moan loudly, clamping your lips shut to keep silent. He toys with the other one, two fingers pinching the nipple & playing with the piercing. He draws back to look up at you, one hand settling on your waist as he tries to pull you closer to his body. “How does it feel? Does it still feel good?”
“Mmm hmm,” you breathe, grinning at him. “It feels so good, Eddie. You wanna know how good?”
“Yeah,” he says with a quick nod as he moves over to the other nipple for equal treatment.
“I’m so wet right now,” you say, your nails grazing his scalp as your hand deeply embeds in his long brown hair. “Mmm…I really want you to see just how fucking wet.”
“Please, let me see,” he practically whines, his lips pressing all over your chest in desperation as he ruts against your thigh. “Or let me touch you, or anything you want. Please, fuck…”
“Hang on,” you say, unbuttoning your pants and taking his hand. You guide it inside your drenched panties, where he groans at the feeling of your warm, wet pussy. “Feel that? You’re doing that to me, Eddie. It’s all you.”
“Goddammit,” he breathes, bucking himself harder against your leg with a low moan. He circles a finger around your entrance, before moving to your clit. You shiver and mewl as he rubs circles against the small bundle of nerves, head falling back again. He rapidly flicks his tongue over one of the piercings, before pressing the tip of his finger inside of you as an experiment. “I’ll bet your pussy tastes fucking incredible, and I’ll also bet that you would feel good squeezing around my cock.”
You groan filthily at his touch, chuckling as his free hand plays with your breast. You pull his head up by his hair, gazing into his eyes for a moment before kissing along his cheek, his jaw, and finally reaching his ear. Your teeth tug the lobe, a smirk on your lips as you whisper: “Why don’t you take me upstairs and find out?”
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what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc
PART: 7/7 (read part 6 here)
summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more
warnings. angsty but with a lil catharsis at the end (yes it’s a happy ending i’m too weak to keep the angst up 😔) swearing as per, your bestie and charles SCHEMING, y/n being a teenyyy bit annoying but it’s fine she’s heartbroken we accept it 😚
pairing. charles leclerc x artsy!reader
face claim. tara michelle
author’s note. FINAL PART!! it’s been a long time coming (sorry about that sixth form’s been kicking my ass 😔) but thank you to everyone that has been interacting with this series! i love and appreciate you all sooooo much!! 🫶 anywaysss i hope you guys enjoy the finale of what would you say (if i told you i love you)? 💗
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f1gossip BREAKING! Charles Leclerc and Y/F/N, best friend of Y/N Y/L/N spotted together in Monaco! Do we smell a backstabber? 👀
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f1gossip Charles Leclerc spotted with a HUGE bouquet of flowers outside Y/N Y/L/N’s apartment in Monaco! Is reconciliation on the cards? 👀
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Hello fellow Cloud Strife freak 🫡
(Yes it’s the same star_sworn from ao3 lol)
If you’re feeling in the mood for it in your last week before school, I was hoping to request a nsfw fem reader/Cloud fic where he is possessive/jealous, and he spanks reader: a LOT. Both before sex (with extensive foreplay, lots of dirty talk, maybe oral for him?) and during sex. Just spanking with hands please, and not super hard spanks either, I'm very vanilla lol. It's not about hurting her, it's more a possessive thing for Cloud (and an ass thing lol!). But reader is SUPER into it. I'm not looking for any hardcore dom/sub or anything, just stuff a committed couple would do (some soft dom vibes, like in Mind Cloud/ed).
Maybe it’s the first time he does it and they both realize how much they both like it, or maybe they’ve come home from a party where the guys were checking out his girl and he is feeling possessive/frustrated. I leave it to you if you want to take this request!
I look forward to the filth. Let's give this ass man something to do with his hands… 😉
Also best of luck with school starting!!
I LOVE THIS omg
Thanks for this delicious request love 😻♡♡
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⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/fem!reader
⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!, p in v, spanking, few hints of dacryphilia, bjs, sexy hour Cloud ;), not proofread!
⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm baack! I hope u guys missed me hehe
⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 2.321
He was closer to you this night, walking right beside you as he guided you to your appartment, his hand brushing over yours as the dark path consumed your vision.
He was quiet too, way more than usual. His eyes didn't seem as if they were trying to search your own ones like they would always do.
Maybe he was stressed out?
This week has been a long one and you could see it on his eyes, he was tired. As time grew older, you had managed to read his enigmatic emotions quite well, so you thought that maybe he just needed to rest for tonight.
But your theory was quickly proven wrong as you entered your home, ready to wave him goodbye for the night.
. . .
Before you could even turn around, his chest had enveloped your back, pushing you further into your appartment until your hands met the wall.
His husky breathing hit your ear, a shockwave of goosebumps trickled your skin.
Why was he that needy all of the sudden??
Your mind circled around lots of different questions but the harsh sound of the door closing made you jump.
You didn't dare to open your mouth, not yet. You could feel his hands on your waist, but they didn't caress you like he always would, like when he touched you for the first time.
You internally cracked a small smile at the memory, he was just as nervous and fidgety as you were.
The moonlight encased both of your bodies as he took off your clothes for the first time, making an absolute mess of himself when he finally got to the act.
But those gentle and somewhat shy touches were far lost inside his guts somewhere, instead, they were replaced with fierce and strong movements.
You turned around slowly, you could feel yourself getting aroused by this sudden role he was playing. And when you stared at those almost hollow eyes, you saw passion, lust and hunger all mixed up together in a ballad of desesperation.
His lips devoured yours not even a second after.
Your eyes were tight shut, savouring the sweet moment he was offering you. Your lips tried to move slowly, trying to enjoy this new facade, but he wouldn't let you.
His tongue was already inside your mouth when you felt his fingertips lower themselves down your body.
You knew he was an ass guy, it was absolutely cristal clear.
He would always grab your ass, brushing it off saying that it was an "accident". Pushing his hips into yours from behind whenever you couldn't reach for something, always walking right behind you whenever you two where with the group.
However, you didn't expect he liked... spanking.
It started off slow, giving you little taps as he grabbed and squeezed your butt. He pushed further into you, almost as if he wanted to break the wall behind you.
The kisses soon turned sloppy, soaking up both of your lips before he trailed them further down, and you had to bite your lip in order to not let any sounds yet.
His hair trickled your flushed cheek, hands quickly grabbing it as his kisses turned into bites, sucking your soft skin.
The crown of your hair hit the cold wall behind you, mouth agape as you let him sneak a hand behind your back, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as the other one caressed your hip.
Ready to finally use your voice tonight, you eventually opted not to. He had just became so... primal for you, you didn't dare to even make a question.
However, you wished this blissful moment lasted longer.
"Oop!"
A cut out yelp emerged from your mouth as his hands took ahold of your legs, lifting you up easily into the air.
He wrapped your legs around his hips, your crotch resting just above his belly button and, simultaneously, your arms embraced his neck for support.
You moved up and down thanks to his heavy steps and, trying to get payback from earlier, you started pecking his neck. Starting off gently, kissing and giving butterfly kisses into his jugular.
You noticed he became clumsier, almost tripping over as you sucked a hickie. Your kisses got wetter, hotter and your hand started to caress the back of his hair.
You giggled at his clumsy steps but as soon as you were placed on top of your chilly kitchen counter and saw his serious face once again, you quieted down.
His hands gripped your thighs as if they were his sword, his head coming down to rest on your neck once again to give you little pecks, weirdly more tenderly than the ones he had given you before.
But you pulled his mouth off you briefly.
"What's up with yo-"
"Who was he"
His eyes were finally looking at yours after a long while.
"What? What are you talki-"
"Who was that guy"
Your hands now rested on his shoulder blades, feeling the hard touch of metal bellow your right hand.
Frowning your brows, you tried to think about what guy was he talking about.
. . .
You smelled the aura and it smelt musky.
The first scent you picked out first was a strong breeze of sudden whisky, the wet and fermented barley filling up your nose.
Then you smelt a recognizable, stronge cologne floating around your head now. And when you lifted up your head, you saw him.
A mature, bearded man.
He was wearing a long black coat, some glasses keeping your curious eyes from staring at his own ones. You stayed there for a second, he looked oddly familar.
But before you could figure out who was that man, you came back to Earth, remembering that you were winding down after a long day in Seventh Heaven.
You grabbed your drink, resting for a while on your seat until your drink was halfway done.
But before you could walk away from that husky cloud, a large hand grabbed your shoulder, making you face the misterious man.
Your eyes lingered first on his fierce brown eyes, looking at his mature skin, you saw a scar on his left cheek that time had tried to heal, trying to match his skin colour.
You saw his lips move, but you had to re-think your answer before opening your own mouth.
"I saw you back there"
Okay.
You hadn't expected that phrase.
Where could he had seen you anyway? Was he following you?
"I like what you guys are doing for the Planet"
What?
You knew what you were doing was benefitial for the Planet, but Shinra worked so hard into putting your group as a terrorist one and actually killing way more people from the explosions than expected.
But why did he knew?
"Those Shinra guys deserve worse"
It came out as a mumble and you couldn't help but look at him with a puzzled expresion, accepting the friendly pats he gave on your shoulder, thanking you.
That was sweet. . .?
. . .
"Ohh, that man back there?"
He stopped his movements, almost as if letting you know that you were right.
"I saw him to-"
Now you were the one that cut him off, not boring to hide the sly smirk on your face.
"Wait, are you jealous?"
Suddenly his cheeks reddened, but before he could see your grin he lowered his head down into your neck once again.
Ready to make another snicker, you were interruped by his palm now resting on your panties, making you gasp.
His index finger moved up and down and you took matter into your own hands too, quite literally.
He hissed as your bold hand groped him too, trying to lure him into letting you give him some pleasure too.
"Let me make you feel good"
Your heated breathing sent cold shivers down his spine and, as your teeth lightly bit his ear, he lost it.
"So pretty"
You would always praise him, and it would always make him feel sort of bad, he would keep his own thoughts about how gorgerous you were to himself.
But he meant all of them.
His shirt and SOLDIER armour was now discared on the cold floor, your icy hands caressing his abs before finally getting down on your knees.
His absolutely favourite view in the whole Planet.
He helped you take off his belt, letting your overly-excited fingers do the rest of the work. And when you finally got face to face with him, he placed a reassuring hand on your head.
You started off with slow strokes, kitten-kissing his angry red tip. Sensually trailling lower and lower on his shaft just to tease him and rake higher and higher again.
Until he finally had enough, gripping quite hardly your hair.
"Get on with it"
He actually scared himself off at first with his demanding tone, his desesperation seemingly clear on his blushed cheeks as he stared down at you. And you complied, enjoying the choked out gasp you managed to pull out of his throat when you suddenly introduced him halfway into your wet cavern.
Lust filled eyes staring down at the mess you were making on his cock, gripping hardly the counter behind him as he tried not to buck his hips into your mouth.
Not only your sweet face was all in display for him to see, but your sweet, sweet ass was there too.
As dirty as it sounded inside his head
Your hands held his thighs hardly too, enjoying every sound you were being able to pull from him as you took him deeper and deeper. He was big, and it was almost funny how he didn't actually believe you could struggle to take him at first.
But it sure ignited something inside him
He throbbed when he saw you gag on him, help him reach his end with the help of your hand, your glossy eyes staring up at him.
He needed to feel you.
But not like this
So he took your face off him, smashing desesperately his lips against yours once again, feeling a fuzzy tingle inside him as he heavily rested on your lower stomach now.
His hands held your face ridiculously gently compared from how he had gripped your hair just a few seconds ago, walking you backwards until you met the counter once again.
"turn around"
His voice was deeper now, staring daggers into your eyes as he waited for you to obediently follow his lead. And you did.
You bent yourself down, ready to whatever he was going to give you this night right there and then.
And when you felt him pull your skirt up, you pushed your hips back into his hands, making him pull down your panties even slower than he intended to. Almost as if he was getting payback from before.
When they pooled through your ankles, his hand softly massaged your right cheek, feeding off your whines.
"Please"
However, he kept going.
No matter how hard he was, how hardly he wanted to fill you up, to feel you entirely around him once again. He wanted to show you how you were his, how he loved and desired you.
So, without thinking, the harsh sound of a "slap!" filled your ears and ceirtantly, your butt.
You couldn't help yourself but let out a pathetic moan, his hand now rubbing the red spot he had left. He had heard you, and it was the same sound you would let out whenever he was fingering you.
Did you actually like it?
So once he had tested the waters, he set his sights on slipping the nastiest mewls from your mouth tonight.
"Mmph- Cloud"
There it was, his name filling his ears the best way it could've had. So he started teasing your slit with his shaft, more slapping sounds filling up the small appartment as you almost rested your whole chest on the counter now.
You picked out the sound of plastic, something opening up. Which you later would guess was a condom.
But before you could make contact with the cold tile, his left arm surrounded your stomach, pulling you up into him, lips mere centimeters away from your ear.
"I'm going inside now, is that okay?"
How sweet
But sweet wasn't an adjective that matched his dirty and husky tone. His hand was now toying with your front, exposing you to the darkness as he squeezed your breasts now.
So you nodded, feeling suddenly too shy to speak to him.
"Too embarrassed to use your voice now huh?"
And you opened it, but it was useless to his tip now proding your entrance, slowly taking him further and further. Holding the arm that was embracing you, you rolled your head into his shoulder, silently whimpering at the warm feeling.
"Got you, almost there"
His reassuring tone he used with no one really never failed to make your knees feel like jelly.
But his adorable act lasted as quick as you managed to cum with his skilled fingers.
He started to move, and he was clearly desesperate. Setting off a crude, fast pace as you were now fully bent over, his hands gripping your hips. His middle finger was now circling quickly your clit, pulling off the nastiest moans he had wished for.
You imagined his glistening, lean form behind you, making you take all of him, using your tight walls in search for his climax. His hair all ruffled up, a bead of sweat trailing down into his v-line, and the sudden spanks your ass would recieve.
That was your last straw, mewling out his name as you soaked his cock.
And by the way you gripped him even harder, which he thought was impossible now, spasming around him violently.
He was done.
So he followed close behind, painting the plastic walls white, imagining it was you who was taking his load instead.
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Buddy Daddies - Episode 12 -SPOILERS! Family? - Let’s Talk About That Photo Scene!
A lot of people found this moment a bit odd. Kazuki and Rei look at each other (faces seeming a bit frowny) and Rei asks, “Family?” This question does seem a bit odd doesn’t. After all, they’ve been a family for 10 years, Rei even told his father that he wanted to become a true family with Kazuki and Miri, so why this response to a photo?
Well, let’s rewind a bit! Right before this moment we have this:
Miri standing in the middle of Kazuki and Rei and a little in front of them. This is their usual picture setup:
In Episode 9 for her Field Day Gold Medal Win:
In Episode 12 for her Daycare Christmas Party:
In Episode 12 (Bulletin Board) for her Junior High School Graduation:
This is their family photo setup and dynamic for pictures. And as Miri has gotten older, they’ve also placed a bit more distance between themselves and her. This makes sense. They are Miri’s papas, yes, but they are still papas and she is still an awkward pre-teen girl in junior high school. So, there may have been times when she felt she wanted a bit more space between them all. Also, as children age in Japan, skinship - physical affection - tends to lessen as well. So, as she got bigger and they didn’t need to hold her as close anymore, the distance in their photos got bigger.
So, in more recent years it seems like they may have gotten used to standing a bit farther apart from themselves and Miri in family photos. So, Miri’s insistence that they need to scoot together more, and Kazuki just being like, “It’s fine like this.” And then her insistence that it isn’t, then kind of makes the two of them look at each other. They are a bit confused now, because it has gone against what they’ve gotten used to.
Rei also tends to express his thoughts, especially if he is confused or uncertain about something, in more limited ways (single words, parroting, etc.). So, him questioning Miri, himself, and Kazuki here when it comes to what they consistute as “family” in regards to taking photos together just comes out as:
“Family?”
Then Kazuki acts like his usual self and goes all in:
And this is the result of their new family photo set up:
At least, for Miri’s high school years and as long as she is using a selfie stick, lol. But, much like everything else in the show, there is a focus here on change. As Miri enters different stages of her life, their family, it’s dynamic, and even how they do things like take photos and pose - all of that will continue changing, with Kazuki and Rei smiling right there beside her.
Before, Kazuki and Rei were on either sides of her - protecting her. But she is teenager now. She has more independence and won’t need that same level of protection and looking after. So we see her off on her own a bit, while Kazuki and Rei finally connect on a physical touch level that they’ve never done before.
Like, that’s practically a hug (and Miri looks quite pleased about that, lol). It’s almost like another development for Kazuki and Rei too, another level for them to move on to and get used to (obviously, Rei isn’t quite used to it yet, he tends to take a bit more time to adjust). It’s fun to think about how their family photos will grow and change as Miri ages, if she gets any significant others herself, has any kids, etc. There structure and dynamic will just keeping evolving and changing.
The full version of SHOCK plays during this whole 10 years later sequence, and the lyrics really do match up with this.
“Let’s live our lives, loving and being loved.”
#Buddy Daddies#BD#kazurei#Kazuki Kurusu#Rei Suwa#Miri Unasaka#BD spoilers#Buddy Daddies spoilers#long post#image heavy post#meta post#analysis#thought post
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so part of me wants to blame this entirely on wbd, right? bloys said he was cool with the show getting shopped around, so assuming he was telling the truth (not that im abt to start blindly trusting anything a CEO says lol), that means it’s not an hbo problem. and we already know wbd has an awful track record with refusing to sell their properties—altho unlike coyote v acme, s3 of ofmd isn’t a completed work and therefore there isn’t the same tax writeoff incentive to bury the thing. i just can’t see any reason to hold on to ofmd except for worrying about image, bc it would be embarrassing if they let this show go with such a devoted fanbase and recognizable celebrities and it went somewhere else and did really well (which it would undoubtedly do really well, we’ve long since proven that). it feels kinda tinfoil hat of me to making assumptions abt what’s going on in wbd behind the scenes, but i also feel like there are hints that i’m onto something w my suspicions: suddenly cracking down on fan merch on etsy doesn’t seem like something a studio looking to sell their property would bother with, and we know someone was paying to track the viewing stats on ofmd’s bbc airing, which isn’t finished yet, so i’d expect whoever is monitoring that to not make a decision abt buying ofmd until the s2 finale dropped.
but also i think part of me just wants there to be a clear villain in the situation. it’s kinda comforting to have a face to blame, a clear target to shake my fist at. but the truth is that the entire streaming industry is in the shitter. streaming is not pulling in the kind of profit that investors were promised, and we’re seeing the bubble that was propped up w investor money finally start to pop. studios aren’t leaving much room in their budgets for acquiring new properties, and they’re whittling down what they already have. especially w the strikes last year, they’re all penny pinching like hell. and that’s much a much harder thing to rage against than just one studio or one CEO being shitty. that’s disheartening in a way that’s much bigger and more frightening than if there was just one guy to blame.
my guess is that the truth of the situation is probably somewhere in the middle. wbd is following the same shitty pattern they’ve been following since the merger, and it’s just a hard time for anyone trying to get their story picked up by any studio. ofmd is just one of many shows that are unlucky enough to exist at this very unstable time for the tv/streaming industry.
when i think abt it that way, tho, i’m struck by how lucky we are that ofmd even got to exist at all. if the wbd merger had happened a year earlier, or if djenks and tw tried to pitch this show a year later, there’s no way this show would’ve been made. s1 was given the runtime and the creative freedom needed to tell the story the way the showrunners wanted to, and the final product benefited from it so much that it became a huge hit from sheer gay word of mouth. and for all the imperfections with s2—the shorter episode order, the hard 30 minute per episode limit, the last-minute script changes, the finale a butchered mess of the intended creative vision—the team behind ofmd managed to tell a beautiful story despite the uphill battle they undoubtedly were up against. they ended the season with the main characters in a happy place. ed and stede are together, and our last shot of ed isn’t of him sobbing uncontrollably (like i rlly can’t stress enough how much i would have never been able to acknowledge the existence of this show again if s1 was all we got)
like. y’all. we were this close to a world where ofmd never got to exist. for me, at least, the pain of an undue cancellation is worth getting to have this story at all. so rather than taking my comfort in the form of righteous anger at david zaslav or at wbd or at the entire streaming industry as a whole, i’m trying to focus on how lucky i am to get to have the show in the first place.
bc really, even as i’m reeling in grief to know this is the end of the road for ofmd, a part of me still can’t quite wrap my head around that this show is real. a queer romcom about middle-aged men, a rejection of washboard abs and facetuned beauty standards, a masterful deconstruction and criticism of toxic masculinity, well-written female characters who get to shine despite being in a show that is primarily about manhood and masculinity, diverse characters whose stories never center around oppression and bigotry, a casually nonbinary character, violent revenge fantasies against oppressors that are cathartic but at the same time are not what brings the characters healing and joy, a queer found family, a strong theme of anti colonialism throughout the entire show. a diverse writers room that got to use their perspectives and experiences to inform the story. the fact that above all else, this show is about the love story between ed and stede, which means the character arcs, the thoughts, the feelings, the motivations, the backstories, and everything else that make up the characters of ed and stede are given the most focus and the most care.
bc there rlly aren’t a lot of shows where a character like stede—a flamboyant and overtly gay middle-aged man who abandoned his family to live his life authentically—gets to be the main character of a romcom, gets to be the hero who the show is rooting for.
and god, there definitely aren’t a lot of shows where a character like ed—a queer indigenous man who is famous, successful, hyper-competent, who feels trapped by rigid standards of toxic hypermasculinity, who yearns for softness and gentleness and genuine interpersonal connection and vulnerability, whose mental health struggles and suicidal intentions are given such a huge degree of attention and delicate care in their depiction, who messes up and hurts people when he’s in pain but who the show is still endlessly sympathetic towards—gets to exist at all, much less as the romantic lead and the second protagonist of the show.
so fuck the studios, fuck capitalism, fuck everything that brought the show to an end before the story was told all the way through. because the forces that are keeping s3 from being made are the same forces that would’ve seen the entire show canceled before it even began. s3 is canceled, and s2 suffered from studio meddling, but we still won. we got to have this show. we got to have these characters. there’s been so much working against this show from the very beginning but here we are, two years later, lives changed bc despite all odds, ofmd exists. they can’t take that away from us. they can’t make us stop talking abt or stop caring abt this show. i’m gonna be a fan of this show til the day i die, and the studios hate that. they hate that we care about things that don’t fit into their business strategy, they hate that not everyone will blindly consume endless IP reboots and spin-offs and cheap reality tv.
anyway i dont rlly have a neat way to end this post. sorta just rambling abt my feelings. idk, i know this sucks but im not rlly feeling like wallowing in it. i think my gratitude for the show is outweighing my grief and anger, at least for right now. most important thing tho is im not going anywhere. and my love for this show is certainly not fucking going anywhere.
#ofmd#our flag means death#save ofmd#s3 renewal hell#txt#mine#og#studio crit#edward teach#stede bonnet#gentlebeard
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Hello! New to your account but i love your spencer reid x reader!!! 💕
Saw ur requests are open so im grabbing this opportunity to request a jealous spencer reid hehe something like they’ve been friends and then something happened, jealous!spencer appears lmao idk how to explain things lol
Thank you tho! Love lots!
The Way I Love You
Spencer Reid wasn’t someone who inherently hated anybody. But he hated your boyfriend. At first, he thought that it was because the two of you had been best friends for so long, he was the only person you fully confided in, and then you met James and, all of a sudden, everything changed. You’d spend more time with him and then you’d go and see a film that Spencer thought the two of you were going to see together. However, it really clicked for him the first time he saw you kiss him.
Spencer Reid was in love with you. And he hated that James plucked up the courage to ask you out first.
However, the longer you were with James, the more Spencer could see just how one-sided your relationship with him was. More and more, you’d come into work disheartened because he’d cancelled yet another date night and then whenever you’d bring him to the infamous dinners at Rossi’s, you’d be the one trying to sit with him only for him to find an excuse to wander away. It broke Spencer’s heart to see you quickly shake off the feeling of disappointment to follow him, and how you’d be glowing with happiness as soon as he showed you the slightest bit of affection.
It was when you came into the office for the fifth day in a row, with your eyes red-rimmed, that he felt all of the anger and jealousy he’d been feeling for the entirety of yours and James’ relationship bubble over the top.
‘He cancelled again, didn’t he?’ Spencer asked when you sat at your desk next to him, not really needing an answer.
‘Just drop it, Spence,’ you replied, sounding exhausted.
‘What was his excuse this time? Couldn’t be bothered? Too tired?’
‘Spence, please.’
‘When are you going to see that he’s only around when he wants to be, (Y/N)? That he only wants you, uses you when he wants to get his dick wet!’ Spencer’s voice had risen as he spoke and the volume of his voice paired with what he said caused your eyes to widen and to be thankful that the two of you were the only ones in the office at the moment. You’d been friends with Spencer for 7 years and not once had you heard him speak like that.
Not knowing how to respond, all you could think to do was to get up and leave the room. You heard Spencer call out your name as he got up from his own seat to follow you but you refused to turn around. The only thing that stopped you was Spencer’s fingers wrapping around your wrist, pulling you to a halt. ‘How could you say that?’ you asked, your voice a barely there whisper as tears filled your eyes when you looked up at Spencer. His eyes softened and he tugged you into him slightly closer.
‘(Y/N), I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I just hate seeing you accept the way he treats you. You don’t deserve to be with someone who loves you like he does. His love’s like a disease, (Y/N), and if you let it carry on for much longer then you won’t be able to step back and you’ll be stuck with him.’
‘Yeah? If he doesn’t love me the right way, what is the right way someone should love me?’ you asked, lowering your eyes, not wanting to get your hopes up.
‘You should be loved by someone who loves you the way I love you,’ he blurted out and your head shot up to look at him. ‘You should be loved by someone who knows how lucky they are to be loved by you. Someone who would bring you flowers just because he saw them and thought of you. Someone who wants to be around you all the time, even if it’s just to sit in the living room together and watch TV and - ’
Spencer’s words were cut off when you stepped closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder as you felt a few stray tears fall from your eyes. As he had been speaking, you’d realised that not only did you want a love like that, you wanted a love like that with Spencer and you felt yourself relax when his arms wrapped back around you like a vice.
‘Ask me,’ you said, your voice muffled by the fabric of his cardigan.
‘What?’ Spencer asked, wanting to be sure of what you were asking of him in order to avoid making a fool of himself.
‘Ask me what you want to ask me?’ you repeated, pulling back slightly to look at him, a small smile playing on your lips.
‘Leave him? Go on a date with me?’ Spencer asked shyly, knowing that what he was asking of you was a lot.
In response, you reached up on your toes and pressed your lips gently to his. ‘Consider him left,’ you said against his lips, making him sigh happily against you as he deepened the kiss.
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— the ‘us’ theory
pairing sunoo x fem!reader synopsis after years of no contact, a sudden rekindling in your relationship with sunoo makes sparks soar higher than they’ve ever gone. it’s hard not to see just how much you missed being around your old best friend again genre slight angst, fluff, childhood best friends to lovers, college au word count 4.3k (was only supposed to be arnd 600, idk what happened LOL) warnings wrote this on 1% brain cells so please excuse if it seems like the plot is underdeveloped and pacing is weird, i know nothing ab mortal kombat, semi-proofread main masterlist
reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!
You’ve known Sunoo since forever. From the moment you took your first baby step to the moment you got absolutely hammered by another girl in your grade, Sunoo had been right by your side, from kindergarten all the way to primary school.
It was weird not to see your brooding self beside the beaming boy, seeing as you guys never separated from each other for even a second. It made your parents think the both of you had separation anxiety, always throwing tantrums whenever the other wasn’t around.
But that was only until primary school.
By the time secondary school rolled around, you naturally started to drift apart. Being in the year above him, he stuck to his own group of friends, while you had yours. You had easily accepted the course that your relationship with Sunoo was headed off to, wanting to fit in with the rest of your ‘ew juniors’-minded clique so badly, because who hung out with juniors anyways?
It didn’t help that, not soon after, your father was stationed to a different department of the company on the other side of the world. You felt sad leaving everything you knew behind, all the familiar places, but you were also 13 and ready to be anywhere but the place you had been confined to. It felt exhilarating to finally leave everything behind — not that you had much to begin with. It’s always been just your mother, your father, and you.
Sunoo was out of the conversation by the time you turned 16. He became just someone you’d remember in passing; your parents bringing him up every now and then, but you never dwelled on the thought of him for too long.
By the time you were 19, you could barely remember what he even looked like, given that you'd only seen up until his pre-puberty phase: toothy grins, chubby cheeks, and all.
So imagine your shock when a taller, more mature shell of a man presents himself in front of you, claiming to be the Kim Sunoo you’ve already forgotten all about.
“Don’t you remember me? I’m Kim Sunoo!”
You met him by complete chance.
The last time you heard of Sunoo was when your mom broke the news on a random Sunday night that the Kim family would be permanently moving to Japan, and that was three years ago.
“Cmon, I’ve known you for, like, 13 years.” He clicks his tongue.
“Yeah, I guessed. I’m just shocked to see you here.”
“What? Is seeing a young man shopping for groceries so hard to believe?” He jokes, taking a pack of ramen noodles from the shelf and placing it carefully into his cart.
“It’s not that.” You chuckle. “I thought you moved to Japan?”
“Well, I can’t really be leeching off my parents forever.”
He’s got more wit to him than you remember.
“Right,” You quickly reply, unconsciously walking the rest of the noodles and pasta aisle at the same pace that he is.
“Wow, even after all these years, you’re still the same old Y/n I used to know.” He smiles at you, the apples of his cheeks tinting a light pink under the blindingly white LED lights overhead. It suddenly brought you back to times of playing together in the playground after school, the summer rays rendering the both of you sweaty messes while your mothers talked about adult gossip somewhere in the distance. The simpler times, when fitting into social circles barely even mattered yet.
“Am I supposed to be offended?” As you arrive closer to the snack aisle, you start to grab at items not scribbled on your sad excuse of a grocery list. You should really stop doing that; you mentally chide yourself.
“Maybe. Depends on how you take it.” He shrugs. “Doritos?” You shake your head.
Silence starts to permeate the air between the both of you, save for some random Nirvana tune playing faintly in the background. It wasn’t awkward per se, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable either; rather, it sat right in the middle.
You’ve known Sunoo for 13 whole years of your younger adolescent days, but right now, it feels like you’ve just met him for the first time. Technically you are, after a few years that is, but maybe it was just you and your ineptitude for social interactions. Chae was right, you really should socialize with people more.
A beat or two passes by, “Are you free tomorrow by any chance?” Sunoo turns to you, bright eyes boring into yours.
“Why?”
“I just moved here like a week ago, and I have absolutely no friends.” He pouts, “Mind giving an old friend company on his own birthday?”
“It’s your birthday?” You stop in your tracks.
“Tomorrow, yeah.”
“Okay. Just send me the address.” You take out your phone to hand him, “You’re not just about to lure and kill me right?”
“Now why would I do that?” He lifts his eyebrows at you as he keys in his phone number, naming himself ‘no.1 childhood best friend’ in the process.
“You can never be too sure nowadays.”
“Yeah, as if I would kill my only friend in this entire city.” He retorts, fingers brushing yours ever-so-slightly as he hands you back your phone.
—
Seeing the bare-bones state that Sunoo’s box apartment was in made you feel for him. You’d already spent your early teens adjusting to the chaos that New York was, and you’ve acclimated to it by now, with the help of your parents, of course, but Sunoo, on the other hand? He came completely alone, with a singular suitcase in tow. It ignited a sense of protectiveness towards him. The same way it was when you were younger.
Sunoo was always one of the more smaller and younger children in the kindergarten, but that only made him more loved by the teachers and other caretakers. Memories resurfaced of how everyone would coo whenever Sunoo showed his signature smile, silently wishing they had a kid as endearing as Sunoo. They’d bring extra just for him, and Sunoo, being the sweet kid he was, basked in all of it blissfully.
The rest of the older kids didn’t like how Sunoo hogged all the adult’s attention, so they would constantly pick at him during play time, behind the knowledge of the teachers. Since you were a year older and much taller than Sunoo then, you always felt the instinctive need to step in and protect him from all of it, even getting sucker punched in the face for him one time. You chuckle at the distinct memory of Sunoo crying in the sidelines whilst you laid on the mat, a comically large bandage plastered on your cheek.
“What’s so funny?” Sunoo sticks his head out from the cupboard, eyeing your figure on the couch.
“I’m laughing at the fact that you at least have a couch.” You pat the space next to you.
“Hey, you can’t judge. I just moved here, and I don’t know where anything is anymore.” He says this as he pours room-temperature orange juice into plastic cups. “Happy birthday to me.” He sighs, handing you one.
“This is actually really sad.” You take a single sip out of the clear cup before setting it down on the arm of Sunoo’s sofa that was more like a loveseat if anything. “And I’m not just talking about the orange juice.”
“At least I’m not alone!”
“Why’d you move here anyway? I’m sure there’s better places than big ole overpriced New York.” You bring up a leg to get comfortable, and Sunoo does the same, his knee lightly grazing yours in the process.
“You wouldn’t wanna hear it.” He sighs.
“No, tell me!”
“It’s stupid.”
“I won’t judge. Pinky promise.” You bring your pinky rings towards his, locking them.
“I actually moved here for you.” He says it so softly that you thought you had misheard.
“Sorry, I think I misheard.”
“Nah, I think you heard correctly.” He bends down to grab a forkful of noodles, the one he bought yesterday, and moans gleefully at the bundles of flavour exploding in his mouth, “Woah. I think this might be my new favourite ramen.”
“Wait, you’re not being serious, are you?” Sunoo shakes his head at you, his cheeks blowing up as noodles enter his mouth, strand by strand. “Are you stupid?” You completely drop the smile you had been sporting just a minute ago, beyond baffled by Sunoo’s lack of critical thinking.
“Gosh, Sunoo! What would you have done if I hadn’t run into you last night? What if I already moved to a different state? A different country even?!”
“My mom is still in contact with yours, so I’m pretty sure I would’ve ended up at your front door anyway." He nonchalantly answers, shrugging his shoulders the way he always does.
You’ve completely forgotten how Sunoo was always the free spirit in your dynamic, doing anything and everything he wanted without ever thinking about the after. He always downplayed the severity of the consequences, only thinking about the moment and living in it blissfully.
Just a few days prior to your drift apart, Sunoo had dragged you out of your 6th grade classroom just before recess ended and towards the outdoor basketball court. A little mat had been planted on the grass, with what you could recognise as Sunoo’s lunch box set neatly on top.
He had asked you to skip class with him, a kind of celebration on the last day of school. Thanks to him, you were absolutely horrified to come home that day, while him, on the other hand, was not the slightest bit concerned.
“Why? Just why? We haven’t talked for, what, 6 years? And suddenly you move 13 hours away from home to be in the same city that I am?” You were fuming, and for a reason you weren’t too sure about yourself.
Maybe it was the knowledge that he had been thinking about you even after your drift apart, while you were not. Maybe it was the guilt of being the one to instigate the drift in the first place, but he still made his way towards you.
“I’m not too sure either.” He places the chopsticks on the makeshift coffee table. “But at least you’re here, and I’m not alone on my birthday.” He offers you a cheeky grin, one that reaches his eyes, and it almost instantly gives you whiplash.
“You’re driving me crazy here, Sunoo.”
“You said you wouldn’t judge and… it’s still my birthday, ya’know.” He pouts, cocking his head to the side in an attempt to soothe your bubbling anger with his biggest weapon — his face. “Can you stop being your practical self for just a second?” His tone was light, and his eyes were pleading.
He probably still remembered your weakness for pretty faces, and was taking advantage of that at the most convenient of times.
Damn Sunoo and damn pretty privilege.
—
After Sunoo’s semi-successful birthday party—his words, not yours—he’s been sticking to you like glue. He practically lives in your apartment with how much time he spends there. Even when you’re out for classes or errands, he'll take it upon himself to make himself feel at home. You practically spent every second of every day with him, just like it used to be when you were younger.
Your mother was overly ecstatic to find out that you had rekindled your friendship with Sunoo — almost so ecstatic in fact that it alarmed you just a tad bit, scared that she might try to set you up with her best friend’s only son.
She had even suggested that the both of you live together to save costs, she says. You weren’t entirely sold on that fact, seeing as you still wanted your semblance of privacy and freedom in your own home, but with the rising rent prices these days, it wasn’t really a choice now, was it?
“My mother says we should move in together.” You say this over a plate of scrambled eggs, one that Sunoo had so graciously offered to cook.
“I’m sorry?” Sunoo chokes on his cup of black tea.
“I mean, our dynamic is pretty good. You finish things that I don’t. I say it’s a pretty good match.”
Over the course of the last few months that you’ve been on-off living with Sunoo, you learned that he has a habit of picking up things that you’ve left aside to be forgotten. One instance of this was when you found your incomplete knitting project in Sunoo’s more nimble hands, working away while on his spot on your couch.
He explained that seeing things unfinished was a big pet peeve of his, and it usually works in your favour anyway.
“Yeah, but what about my apartment?”
“You say that as if you don’t basically already live here.��� You pick up a piece of egg with your fork to bring it to your mouth.
“I guess, yeah, but..." His words trail off. “Never mind.”
“But what, Sun?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head, taking a big gulp of his tea before setting the cup back down onto your wooden table, the one Sunoo had picked alongside some other furniture pieces that now scattered your flat.
“You better give up that act now because you know how stubborn I can get.” You peg the fork at him in a faux effort to assert intimidation. Not that you could be any more intimidating with your furrowed eyebrows and grim expression.
“It’s just...”
“Just?”
Sunoo ultimately sighs, picking up his plate to bring to the sink and turning his back towards you. “I would love to live together, really." He starts off. “But what if you bring other guys over? I don’t think I could handle that.”
“That’s it? You’re flattering me by even thinking I can pull guys.” You laugh as you make your way towards Sunoo with an empty plate in your hands. “Sun, there’s nothing to worry about, but I’ll make sure to let you know beforehand if I ever do.”
“That’s not what I was implying.” Sunoo keeps his voice low and whisper-like, almost like he doesn’t want you to hear, but you do anyway.
“Okay, then what do you mean?”
“I’m saying that I think I like you.” He takes a deep breath, finding it hard to formulate words from his thoughts. “I... I just... When we were 13, when we started drifting apart, I felt so lost and confused. I didn’t want to be like those movie cliches, losing my best friend because of high school or whatever.” He doesn’t look up from the dishes in front of him; instead, he focuses on mindlessly scrubbing the mug.
“I followed you here because, even after six long years, you were still my number one. I missed your presence. I always wondered when you would contact me again, but that never happened. I guess I was also too scared to talk to you first, so that’s that.” He continues. “I don’t want to burden you with my feelings any more than they already are, and if we officially, actually lived together, I don’t think my heart could handle all that.”
To say you were speechless was an understatement. You stared at him long enough to see dots, and yet you couldn’t think of anything to say.
Sunoo liked you. The little boy from kindergarten that you promised to protect liked you. Your best friend up until you were 13 liked you?
“Sun...” You start off but can never seem to find a proper end to your sentence.
“You don’t have to answer me right now. Or, as a matter of fact, you don’t even have to accept it. I just thought you should know since you proposed we live together.” He washes the foam away, setting the clean dishes on the drying rack. “I’ll take my leave now.” He smiles at you, and by the time the door closes behind him, you’re still standing frozen.
You don’t know what to do with this information. Yeah, Sunoo was cute, and you had a soft spot for him, but that doesn’t mean you like him. He grew up well, but that doesn’t mean you no longer saw him as the boy you needed to protect from the world. It was all a clash of thoughts, really.
—
A week had gone by since you texted Sunoo back, saying that you needed space to think. But you weren’t really using the time to think at all; you were actually doing quite well at doing the exact opposite.
“Chae, come on! That’s cheating!” You yell, aggressively pressing away at the console for your Omni-Man to dodge Kung Lao’s wrath.
“No, you just suck.” Chae sticks her tongue out at you. And after a few moments of tense silence, “Aaaand, K.O!” She cheers in your face while you pan at the bold K.O. letterings on the screen in admission of defeat.
“I’ll beat you next time.”
“Oh baby, there won’t be a next time until you sort out whatever it is you’re worrying about first.” She takes the console from your hands and sets it back in its original place under the divider of her TV set. “Now, talk to me.” She says this as she takes a seat beside you.
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Yeah, sure, as if you're coming here at 1 a.m. on a Wednesday night, even when you have classes tomorrow, is because of nothing.”
“I just couldn’t sleep. That’s all.”
“I’m going to go bald from all the stress you’re giving me.” She tugs harshly at her shoulder-length hair. “See this?!”
Your laugh echoes in Chaewon’s humble apartment, which overlooks the entirety of New York with the perfect view — one that her life as a social media influencer is able to afford. At times like these, you felt like you were her sugar baby, leeching off her big-time success like the broke college student you are.
“You’re being overly dramatic.”
"Yeah, and sometimes I wish you were more like me. Give me the damn drama!” She drapes herself all over you, head resting on your bare legs.
“Okay, fine!”
“Good.” She finally grins, taking a bag of popcorn from the table and tossing it into her mouth one by one, occasionally offering one to you.
“You remember Sunoo?”
“The one you cried about when you first met me?”
“I wasn’t crying!”
“Yeah, sure you weren’t.” She grimaces at you.
“Okay, but that was when I was 14, so it doesn’t count.”
“Whatever, whatever. Just continue!” Chaewon switches her position to comfortably sit face-to-face with you, her eyes wide and full of anticipation.
“A few months ago, I met him at the supermarket, the one you tell me to never go to.”
“What?! And you’re only telling me this now?!” Her voice was piercing, and it made your ears almost bleed onto her velvet-carpeted floor. Judging from her reaction, she was probably more concerned about the fact that you went to the only supermarket in the city she told you not to ever step foot into, rather than not having told her about your meeting with Sunoo there.
“Just let me finish, yeah?” Chaewon quips out a small apology before you continue, “And after that, we started hanging out here and there, ya'know, the whole old childhood friends shebang. It was great, honestly. He’s great company, and as you said, I was socialising with other people!”
“But?”
“How’d you know there’s a ‘but’?”
“There is always a ‘but’, my dear Y/n.”
You clear your throat. “He confessed to me just a week ago, after I had proposed to live together, ya'know, to save on costs.”
“You, what now?”
“Not everyone is as rich as you are, Chae; we grass-rooted people need to save money somehow.”
“You know that’s not what I meant!”
“Ugh, it’s stupid, I know! But my mother suggested it, and I was like, ‘Oh, that’s a good idea!’” At this point, the bag of popcorn lays haphazardly on the floor, forgotten as you contemplate all your decisions with Chaewon clinging onto your side, koala style.
“Do you like him back?”
“I haven’t really thought about it before then.” You honestly say, “He has always just been ‘the younger boy who needs protecting’ to me.”
“He’s his own grown person now, Y/n.” She reminds you.
“I know. I just think he’s cute, is all.”
“How about this? You give him a chance to try and swoon you over; if it doesn’t work out, then you guys can pretend as if nothing ever happened!” She claps her hands together, as if she had just won a Nobel Prize for solving global warming. “You’re killing two birds with one stone!”
“I don’t think that’s how the saying is supposed to work.”
"Oh, who gives a fuck? YOLO.”
—
Chaewon’s advice to just yolo the fuck out of everything sticks to you more than you’d like to admit. It echoes in your mind when you’re taking the subway all the way to Sunoo’s apartment, echoes even louder as you stand in front of his door, and echoes almost deafeningly as you knock twice on it.
In about half a heartbeat, Sunoo opens his door with an urgency you could barely register in your haze of emotions. You felt bad after having practically ghosted him for a week straight after his confession, and even worse now that you could tell he was losing sleep over it. His hair was tousled into a mess that made it seem as if he had just gotten out of bed, even if it was already 3 p.m.
“Hey.” You greet, your lips pursed into a tight smile.
“Hey.” He greets her back.
“Can I come in? Or, is it a bad time? I’m not really too sure why I came in the first place.”
“Yeah, yeah. Come in.” He steps aside to make space for you to enter his home.
The last time you’ve been here was the night after you first met him — the day of his birthday. It’s less barren than you remembered, with pops of colour in random corners that somehow represented his sporadic personality perfectly.
“I see you finally did some decorating.”
“I mean, it’s already been more than a few months since I’ve moved here; it’d be weird if I didn’t.” His voice is groggy and still laced with sleep, but you don’t comment on it, instead sucking in a deep breath.
“I wanted to, um, get back to you.” You play with your fingers, picking at the skin. “And, uh, give you an answer. Well, it’s not really an answer, but you get what I mean.”
“Yeah.”
The both of you still stood just beyond his doorway; the faint playing of the TV in the background didn’t help to ease your racing heart. In your two years of being a young adult, you hadn’t found the opportunity to really sit down and find love, given that school had always been your top priority. So when you find yourself in such situations—not that you ever do—you're rendered a blubbering mess.
You’ve practiced this many times before with Chaewon, but it feels even more nerve-wracking now that the man in all his drowsy glory is standing right in front of you.
“We can try.” You start off. “I mean it as in, you can try courting me or whatever, and if it doesn’t work out, we can pretend as if nothing ever happened.” His lack of reply gives you time to really take a good look at Sunoo, now that the weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You’ve said what you wanted to say.
At an arm's-length distance, Sunoo is the textbook definition of attractive. He’s a head taller than you, has broad shoulders, and has a pretty face. His lips were full, his nose was tall, and his eyes were a golden brown colour. What was not to like about him? You just had to accept that he was no longer the Kim Sunoo from kindergarten. He was no longer the same young Sunoo who constantly needed your help.
“Really? You’d let me court you?” His face is bright with hope, and you nod to it wordlessly. “As in, you’d let me take you out on dates and stuff?”
You can’t help the chuckle that lets out, especially endeared by his enthusiasm. “Yes, Sun.”
—
BONUS!
It has been exactly a year since Sunoo had courted and officially asked you out. It wasn’t hard to fall for him because you already had an inkling that you had unresolved feelings for him anyway. The moving in part went as smoothly as it could, save for the slight mishap with Sunoo’s landlord, but with the help of your mother, everything was resolved soon after.
Sunoo lays peacefully on the sofa, soaking in the sunshine that filters through the blinds. He was practically in heaven right now.
“Kim Sunoo!” Your voice reverberates throughout the entirety of your shared apartment.
“Uh-oh, not the government name.” Sunoo looks up from his phone to see you standing in the hallway, hand tucked under your arms, with an expression that reminded him slightly of the French bulldog he’d seen on his morning walk. “Yes, baby?”
“Don’t ‘baby’ me! You let Luna sleep on the bed after she had her walk?!”
“Oh.”
“Oh!” You mimic him.
“I’m sorry, baby. She looked so sad sleeping on the floor by herself, so I just invited her to the bed.”
“Yeah, now her paw prints are all over the white sheets! Couldn’t you have at least cleaned her before you decided to do that?” As if Luna had heard her parents arguing from inside the room, she waddles out, footsteps padding down on the wooden floor, making it her mission to soothe her parents with just her existence alone.
Luna barks, grabbing both of your attention. You immediately lean down to pick Luna up, cooing at her before glaring at Sunoo, “You better wash the sheets.”
Sunoo stares at the both of you, dumbfounded. He thought he saw Luna smirking at him, so he blinked once and then twice, only for you and your baby to disappear as you walked towards the bathroom, your voice echoing as you continued to baby-talk to Luna.
Even with your overbearing practicality and new spoiled baby to take care of, he’d never regret asking his mom about you that one fateful night.
© i2ycat 2024 idk why the first half got me thinking i was gonna write a murder mystery fic HELPP. i swear it’s just romance 😞 also this is straight dogwater, i’m so sorry idk what i was writing…
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Hi! I hope you’re well! I have a Joel request please!Reader collects keychains from the different states/places she travels. She’s a bit introverted, and she and joel are both quiet and don’t talk too much, nut she’s a good listener. After a close call with a clicker, reader feels like a burden to joel. Joel reassures her that she’s not but she’s still not sure. Joel gives her a keychain that he finds during their travel & it’s a happy ending. Also can there be an age gap lol
Hope this isn’t too much, but please feel free to make any changes/adjustments :)
Thank you!
sweet anon, this idea is so lovely - i hope i've done it justice <3
Pieces of Our Path - A Joel Miller Story
Joel Miller x f!reader
joel miller masterlist
warnings | 18+ canon-typical violence, angst, joel is a ding dong, and then fluff bc it's good for your cholesterol :)
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“I’ll be right back. Wanna go check in that gas station.”
“Tell me this ain’t what I think it’s for.” All she can do is smile as a blush creeps up her neck because it is exactly what he thinks it’s for. Joel huffs at her expression.
“I-I haven’t found one for Wyoming yet. Think I oughta get one since we’re living here now and all.” She knows it’s silly, frivolous, maybe even downright stupid, but she’s been collecting them for so long now, finding one for nearly every state they’ve crossed through, that she needs her collection to be complete.
Joel had often given her an exasperated look when she’d show him a new one she had found, never asking why she held onto all those keychains. They don’t talk much, and she supposes that’s why they’ve worked so well together, managing to get Ellie across the country, and when that went sideways, limping back to Tommy’s place, where they find themselves living now. It’s the first time they’ve been settled anywhere together, ever, and they’ve both been working out their stir-craziness with patrol shifts and scavenging trips.
“Just make it quick, alright? I’ll cover the outside. You holler if you need me.” She nods at his gruff words, already hustling over to the crumbling gas station and shouldering her way in through the rusted door. It’s dark inside, slants of light pock-marking the mossy tiles and shelves. Her fingers flex around the handle of her knife as she creeps further into the store, moving toward what used to be a checkout counter. After so long on the road, she knows where to look for these things. Joel had once joked that the keychains seemed to find her more than she found them. Sure enough, there’s a few scattered over the floor, but before she can get a better look at them, she’s startled by a loud screech coming from behind her.
It happens so quick, all she can do is let out a yelp as she gets slammed to the ground by an infected, all clawing hands and gnashing teeth as she struggles to keep it at bay. Her knife had skittered out of her hand at the impact, and as she tries to push the creature away with little success, fear starts to creep up her spine that this might be it. Just as suddenly as it attacked her, the creature stiffens before slumping down on top of her, but its body is quickly shoved off of her to reveal Joel standing over her, knife in hand. There’s a frantic look in his eyes that she’s never seen before as he kneels down between her legs and helps her sit up. The rough palms of his hands scurry all over her, checking her neck, her arms, her legs for bites. His face slackens just slightly when he finds no evidence of infection, cupping her face in his palms.
“Are you hurt?” She takes a steadying breath as his eyes hold her in place, her hands wrapped over his forearms.
“I’m ok. Joel, I’m so–” He doesn’t let her finish that sentence.
“C’mon, we need to get out of here.” He helps haul her up on unsteady feet. She feels her stomach drop when she glances back at the mottled body of the clicker, quick to hustle out of the gas station and back onto the road. Joel doesn’t say anything more, an unspoken agreement that they need to head back to Jackson. But she can see the way his hands clench around the strap of his rifle until his knuckles turn white, the hard set of his jaw as he walks alongside her. It doesn’t take a genius to see that Joel Miller is angry, and she knows it’s all her fault.
She spends the whole hike back cursing herself in her mind. She had put herself in danger, and in turn had put Joel in danger, for such a stupid, useless thing. Harsh thoughts are quick to burrow into her head, namely that Joel would be so much better off with someone smarter, more careful, someone older, as his… she’s not even sure what she is to him. They’ve been traveling together for so long now, but she’s hesitant to think of them as anything, even if they do end up tangled in the same bed most nights, something they excused as a simple human need for closeness, nothing more. She supposes that they’ve been a quiet comfort to each other, but not anymore, not now that she’s failed him.
Anxiety rages on in her mind, and Joel’s icy silence does nothing to assuage it. Even when they get back to Jackson, he won’t so much as look at her, trudging straight to the bar. She lets out a heavy sigh and keeps her head down as she shuffles off in the opposite direction toward their house.
It’s quiet when she gets home, and she figures Ellie must be out on her own shift still. She goes straight to her room, the room she has been spending so little time in, Joel usually coaxing her into his bed because they both sleep better with each other near. She had stashed the other keychains in a crumpled shoebox she found in the closet, and would often get it out to thumb through the evidence of her wanderings. Normally, it was a comfort to her, being able to trace her past in these plastic relics, but now, looking in the box, all she feels is sick to her stomach. She shoves the box back into the closet, slamming the door shut and swallowing hard around the thick heat building in her throat.
A wave of exhaustion passes over her, the adrenaline from her close encounter finally wearing off, and it’s all she can do to collapse onto her bed in a tight curl as the first tears start to fall.
..,
She wakes with a start, light hands shaking her shoulder, and as she squints her eyes open, she finds Ellie hovering over her, a furrowed look of worry across her face. She lets out a ragged sigh as she sits up, Ellie leaning back on the bed.
“Are you alright?” She presses the heels of her hands into her eyes, bloodshot and tired from crying, but she nods at Ellie’s question.
“I’m fine, kid. Just tired, that’s all.” Ellie clearly doesn’t buy that, eyebrows shooting up at her.
“You sure about that? Saw the old man down at the bar, and you and I both know he only goes there when he’s really pissed.” She huffs, shaking her head and wishing Ellie didn’t know her and Joel so well.
“We had a bad shift. I, um, did something stupid.” Silence settles over them after she finishes murmuring her answer, but Ellie is quick to break it.
“Whatever it was, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. You want me to go talk to him? I can knock a little sense into his head.” She rests her hand on Ellie’s knee and offers her a small smile.
“That’s alright, kid. Um, it was pretty bad. We’re both ok– but, yeah– it was bad. Joel’s right to be angry at me.” Ellie settles down, pressing her lips into a thin line as she nods.
“Well, I’m glad you’re alright at least. Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do?” Her smile broadens at the girl’s words. Ellie had been and continues to be a bright spot in her world, and she muses briefly that if not for her, she would have already packed up and skipped town this afternoon, something she thinks would certainly be welcomed by Joel.
“No, I’ll be ok, kid, but thank you. Think I’m just gonna lay low tonight.” The girl bites her lip, clearly not convinced by her words, but she still nods.
“Um, ok. Well, in that case, is it alright if I go to movie night tonight?”
“Is Dina gonna be there?” Ellie’s grin is contagious, and she laughs lightly at the girl’s flushed reaction.
“It’s alright kid, you should go. Just be safe, huh?” Ellie surprises her just a little with her quick hug before she gets up off the bed, digging her hands into her jean pockets.
“I’m glad you’re alright. And, Joel’s just– emotionally constipated, you know? I’m sure he’s not really mad at you, he’s just acting like it. But he’ll calm down. He likes you too much to be such an asshole to you for long.” That makes her really laugh, and the feeling is a relief, a weight off her chest, if even just briefly.
“Thanks for that, kid. You should go, they’re gonna start the movie soon I bet.” Ellie offers her one more smile before leaving. She slumps back in bed the moment she hears the front door close.
…
It’s much later when she’s woken up again by much harsher hands jostling her. It’s completely dark in her room, and she groans as she fumbles to switch on the lamp on her nightstand. She certainly wasn’t expecting to see a clearly drunk Joel Miller hovering over her.
“Why’re you in here?” His words are thick and slurred, his southern accent tugging low in his throat to the point she can just make out what he’s saying. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes watery and wavering as he looks at her. She’s never seen him this drunk before.
“I-I was getting some sleep. Joel, how much have you ha–” She’s cut off as he slumps over her where he had been sitting on the edge of the bed, his cheek smushing into her collarbone and the mussed waves of his hair grazing her chin. His words are even more slurred as he speaks now, hot breaths fanning over her throat.
“Y’never sleep in here. Wan’ you with me. Should always be with me.” He hiccups at the end of his words, jolting her in his heavy hold as he lets out a long sigh. She’s never seen him like this and has to swallow the shock sitting in her throat as he continues to mumble to her.
“Scared me so bad today. Don– don’t do that again. Need– need you– I need you.” It’s breaking her heart, listening to him say these things– things she had often imagined hearing him say to her– but only because he’s drunk enough to not give a shit. She huffs, tamping down her sadness and instead letting anger simmer in its place. She presses hard on his shoulders to sit him back up as he grumbles at the movement, his head slumping back on his neck to look at her as she stands up.
“Where you going, pretty? Jus’ stay with me.” He practically whines out the last word, and she’s heard enough. She dips under his one arm to hoist him up off the bed, stumbling a bit as he leans most of his weight on her.
“C’mon, Joel. I’m gonna get you to bed.” He huffs as they start to shuffle down the hallway to his room.
“Will you stay with me, darlin? Ple– please.” Now she knows he must be drunk off his head, because in all her time knowing him, she has never once heard Joel Miller say the word please until tonight. She grits her teeth, hauling them both through the doorway to his bedroom.
“I’ll stay with you, alright? Just– just sit down.” She gracelessly plops him on the side of the bed, a hard “oof” leaving his mouth as he sits down. She moves over to his bathroom to get him a glass of water, having swatted away his grabby hands with a murmured “be right back.”
By the time she comes back into the bedroom, she finds Joel slumped back on the bed, his legs dangling off the edge as he snores lightly. She sighs, setting down the glass before moving over to him and taking off his boots. He mumbles nonsense as she swings his legs up onto the bed, folding the comforter over to cover him up as best she can.
She doesn’t stay.
…
It’s late the next morning when she finally goes downstairs. It had been a fitful night of sleep, and she had gone back to Joel’s room a few times to check on him, finding him still passed out each time. She stops by his door on the way downstairs and sees that he’s no longer in bed. Padding into the kitchen, she finds coffee brewed, but no sign of him or Ellie. She figures Ellie spent the night with Dina, but is still left wondering where Joel could be. As she shuffles through the house, she finally catches a glimpse of him in the living room window, sitting on the porch out back. She has to take a steadying breath before she steps outside.
He doesn’t say anything as she sits down next to him, neither of them glancing each other’s way.
“How’s your head?” He scoffs, still not looking at her as she glances at him.
“About how you’d expect. Suppose I deserve it though.” She doesn’t say anything to that, keeping her eyes focused on her fidgeting hands in her lap. It feels like there’s cotton in her mouth, she keeps trying to say something else, but gets stuck before she can even get the first word out. Luckily, Joel breaks the silence again.
“Need to apologize. Acted a fucking fool last night and you shouldn’t have had to deal with that.” She swallows thickly before responding, her voice an uncertain murmur.
“I-it’s alright. I’m sorry too– for yesterday.” He finally looks at her, brow furrowed.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”
“Yes I do. You wouldn’t have had a reason to drink so much if I hadn’t fucked up so badly yesterday. I understand. I’d be angry too.” His face slackens at her words and she can barely meet his unwavering gaze.
“What’re you talking about? I wasn’t angry– I was fucking terrified. Seeing you– I just– I couldn’t– fuck, the thought of something happening to you– I was shaken. And I handled it like an idiot, and I’m sorry.”
“Maybe you’d be better off without me then.” A heavy silence falls, but Joel quickly breaks it with a scoff.
“Don’t say shit like that.”
“I mean it.”
“Well don’t. I wouldn’t be better off without you, goddamn it. I’d fall apart if I lost you.” Sober, this is the most he’s ever said about how he feels for her, and it makes her heart race in her chest.
She’s been keeping her eyes on her lap, but is forced to look at him as he turns her face toward him with a broad palm along the arc of her jaw. His eyes are soft, searching, and it’s all she can do to let out a sigh of his name.
“I can’t lose you, darlin. Pfft, better off without you. I’d be hopeless without you, huh?” She gathers up whatever courage she has in her, bringing her hand to the arc of his neck to coax him closer as she leans in. It’s a fluttering little thing of a kiss, her lips barely brushing his before she’s jerking away, but Joel steadies her with his hand still cupping her cheek, thumb brushing just under her eye.
“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha–” he surges forward and this kiss is certain in what it demands, what it means. She all but melts under his touch, mind hazy when he pulls away and presses his forehead to hers.
“I’m old– and no good for you– but fuck, I’m selfish, darlin. And I need you. Tell me you’ll stay with me, please.” There it is again, that rare word. She smiles.
“I-I need you too, Joel. I’ll stay. I’ll always stay with you.” He presses another kiss to her lips, both of them grinning into it before sitting back as he wraps his arm around her shoulders to tug her into his side.
“I, um, I have something for you.” She cranes her neck to look at him with a furrowed expression. He huffs as he digs into the front pocket of his jeans, holding his palm out flat in front of her. When she sees what he’s holding, she lets out a spluttering laugh. It’s a keychain, in the shape of Wyoming.
“When did you–”
“I picked it up as we were getting out of there. Figured it shouldn’t be for nothing, right?” She laughs again, shaking her head at the smug grin on his face.
She lays her palm over his, tangling their fingers together with the keychain pressed between their hands. They smile like idiots at each other. She knows that wherever the next keychain comes from, she can count on Joel Miller being there with her.
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