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mermaidgirl30 · 16 days

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✨Stay in the Light✨

A/N: I’ve been wanting to do a one shot based off the song “The Night We Met” by Lord Huron for a while, and I finally got some inspiration yesterday to write this little piece. Hope you like it 🩵 Thank you to @mountainsandmayhem for being my beta reader before I decided to release this out to the world 💕

Summary: Joel gets injured after a raider attack, and he’s wishing he could’ve told you all the feelings he held back from you for so long

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Joel x fem! reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Tags: Outbreak! Joel, Jackson! Joel, blood, angst, comfort, feelings, regrets, in both reader and Joel’s POV, no deaths, fluff (I am bad at tags, so let me know if I should add anything)

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

“When the night was full of terrors, and your eyes were filled with tears. When you had not touched me yet. Oh, take me back to the night we met”

- “The Night We Met” by Lord Huron

The ground is cold, wet, unwelcoming with a thick puddle of crimson blood pooling beneath his worn green flannel. Large flecks of powdered snow lace through his grey threaded curls that stick to his sweaty forehead. His vision blurs, going in and out in waves as pain takes hold of his insides. He can hear Tommy screaming in the near distance, his deep voice sounding like it’s washed out beneath a wave of deep water. He can barely register it, barely hear anything, but what he does see is a bright light, an angel in disguise. He sees you.

You. The girl he should’ve been more careful with. Your feelings, your heart, your everything. He was such an asshole ever since the first day you came walking through the front gates of Jackson. He should’ve been nicer, shouldn’t have yelled at you over petty things that were his doing and shouldn’t have thrown insults your way when you were just trying to help on every patrol you were assigned to with him.

Maybe if he would’ve been fucking nicer then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. A clean gunshot to the abdomen, now bleeding out on the thick white snow beneath him. Raiders. He wasn’t being careful, wasn’t paying attention. No, he was fucking fixed on arguing with you. Maybe he deserves it, maybe if he wasn’t such a grouch all the time then maybe none of this would’ve fucking happened. He sure as hell doesn’t deserve you. Warm, bright, gentle, kind. He was none of those things, so why the fuck were you still sitting here with him, keeping him from slipping into the thick fog of darkness?

“Joel! Stay with me, okay? Stay with me.” Your voice is so adamant, so terrified, so hurt. And it fucking kills him, destroys him. “Tommy! Help him!”

Joel sees the gathering tears that burn through your beautiful eyes, sees the absolute horror that’s coated through your knit together eyebrows, sees the pain of holding it all together just like you always do. Always so brave. His brave girl…. NO. You’re not his to keep, not his to hold, not his to tell everything’s going to be alright. You weren’t his and never would be. Not after the way he’s treated you.

He wishes you were his, but you’re not, and it’s his own damn fault for being so reckless. He should’ve been softer, more kind, like you. He should’ve done so many things, should’ve told you just how he felt. How much he likes you, how much he…

He winces in pain as Tommy presses down on the open wound, barely holding himself together to even keep his eyes open, but he fights. He fights for you. The girl he so desperately fell in love with over the last year, the girl he wished he treated differently. He should’ve fucking told you, but now it’s too late. It’s all too late.

“Hey, hey. Joel, look at me. Look at me!” You grab the sides of his face, sink your delicate fingers into the scruff of his greying beard, and cling to him just enough to where maybe he won’t slip through your fingers. You can’t lose him, you can’t.

“Joel, open your eyes. Please, keep them open for me.” You shake his head lightly, kneel over him and let your hair fall in a heap at your side as you pray for one more day with him. “Joel…”

Your voice is so sad, so desperate as you call out for him. He sees your face blur in his spotty vision, sees the glistening tears start to spill down your face. So he reaches up, musters up enough strength to wipe away the falling tears that stain your beautiful face. He thinks you’re so gorgeous, always has. Ever since you walked into his life, he knew. He knew he’d fall, and that’s why he pushed away so strongly. He didn’t want to lose you, he never wanted to. But now you were the one losing him…

He holds the side of your face for just a few more seconds, just enough to finally know he got you, some part of you, if only for a minute. And that was enough for him. At least he knew what it was like to feel your soft skin slipping under the weight of his calloused fingers. That moment alone was all he wanted.

He starts to close his eyes, starts to fade away into the midst of darkness and silence, but he hears you plead to stay in the light. “Stay in the light, Joel. Stay with me. Stay,” you beg. And he carries those words into the darkness with him. And then there’s nothing but the fading words of a promise he never could keep.

Stay in the light.

He awakes slowly, hearing the buzzing sound of some medical machine he doesn’t know the name of. Slowly but surely his eyes open as the harsh light from the blinding window slips against the warm sheets of the sterile bed. It takes him a second to come to himself, to know he’s not dead.

He looks cautiously down at his exposed torso, finding the tight bandage wrapped around his wound. It’s clean, mended to, but the pain burns through his body. Every breath he breathes feels like fire in his lungs, but at least he knows he’s alive.

He feels warmth sliding through his fingertips, feels comfort bubble over his entirety. He wonders what it is, wonders what thing could ever bring him comfort until he slowly turns his head and sees you sitting there on the edge of the bed, fingers laced through his while your thumb gently glides side to side in slow circles on the back of his rough hand.

His eyes go wide, eyebrows knit together as he stares wondrously at the girl he’s been pining over since the day he locked eyes on you. You look so goddamn beautiful there with your fingers threaded through his. He can feel it deep in his gut, that fluttering feeling he’s always tried so hard to push back down, but this time he can’t. He won’t. He can’t ignore the voices anymore that scream your name every single night he’s in between his sheets, wishing he could just have a chance to hold you, to feel you pressed against his firm chest. And maybe he would. One day. Maybe he still had time to make you his.

You hear a faint rustling sound in the sheets and turn your face slightly to the left, expecting it to only be your vivid imagination. Your jaw drops suddenly and your eyes go wide the moment you see Joel awake, breathing, alive.

“Joel!” You turn frantically and crowd his body, locking your arms tight around the back of his neck as you inhale his deep mahogany and pine cone scent.

“Ouch, take it easy!” Joel pants out as you jump back, realizing you might’ve hurt him with your body weight.

“I’m sorry, are you alright?” you ask as you assess his wound, running your fingers lightly over the bandaged area. He winces a little as you smooth out the edges, but he just hums in response.

“I’m fine. Jus’ calm down, will ya?”

You gently smile at him and brace your hands on the fitted sheets, just barely grazing your skin over his warm, sweaty body. Your eyes scan over his bare chest as you take in the coarse hair that covers his broad chest, watching the way the cool sweat glazes over tanned skin. You think he looks so beautiful, even after a gunshot wound. You’ve never seen him bare chested, and it surprises you what it makes you feel inside. Warmth.

“You came back to the light,” you whisper out, grazing your fingertips across the back of his hand as he stares wide-eyed at you, honey eyes so intense that you swear they’re about to split you in half. “I was so scared, Joel. You scared me half to death!”

He just watches you, eyes wading into yours like a violent tidepool about to drag you into the crashing waves, but there’s a fondness to them, a slight gleam in his eyes as he assesses you. Slow, curious, eyes that look like they might shed a tear.

“You… you saved my life today.” His tone is somber, his honey eyes wild as you see tears lick the surface, but he won’t dare shed them. Not in front of you. That’d be too vulnerable.

“Mhm. If Tommy wasn’t there, I don’t know how I would’ve ever gotten you up on that saddle alone. But we did it. We made it in time. I was so scared we were too late. You weren’t… you weren’t really breathing. Even the doctor was worried you wouldn’t make it. You’re a… well, a miracle.”

His face turns pale, lips parted solemnly as he breathes and lets oxygen back into his tired lungs. “Why did you save me?”

His words surprise you as you furrow your eyebrows and shift your weight slightly on the bed so you’re facing him. “What do you mean?” Your words come out shaky, appalled. What did he mean why did you save him?

“Why did you save me?” His honey eyes bore into yours, fingers flexing around the white sheets as he just stares with flared nostrils.

You place a hand gently on top of his warm hand as he tries to pull away, but you don’t let him. “Because I think you’re worth saving.”

His plush lips tremble, his eyes blowing wide as he takes in your quiet words. He looks like he wants to say something, looks like he’s fighting with himself in his mind, but he just stares unblinking, taking in the soft way you look at him.

Finally, he clears his deep voice and rasps out a response. “I’m not worth saving.” His eyes look so sad, defeated, and you wish you could take away all his pain. Physical and emotional, you’d take it all on if it meant he could have one single day where he didn’t wear the weight of the entire world on his tired back.

You lean forward as you hear the creak of the old bed and place your hand gently on his bare chest, feeling the bristles of coarse dark hair running down his tanned skin. “I think you are, Joel.”

He gulps, arms fidgeting beneath you as you see him fight with himself, battling the demons of reaching out or letting you slip through his grasp. He finally finds the courage to slowly, steadily crawl his hand up the side of his chest, then ever so softly places it on top of yours.

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bein’ a jerk to you the past year. I was a real asshole, and there’s no excuse for the way I treated you. I think about it every single night, think about how I should’ve done better, how I should’ve tried harder because I… I…” Joel winces in pain as he tries to sit up, but you push him back down easily and try to get him to stay still.

“Hey, careful there. It’s okay, Joel. It’s…”

“No, please let me finish.” You nod your head and he continues with a low grunt through gritted teeth. “I should’ve been nicer to you. And I want to apologize for everything I’ve ever done, every hurtful thing I’ve ever said to you. I didn’t mean it, not really. I’ve jus’… I’ve been goin’ through a lot, but that’s no excuse. Because I should’ve told you how I felt about you, not pushed you away. You see, the thing is… well, thing is I like you, darlin’. A lot. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful and those eyes, that smile. I…”

You cut him off as you lean forward and crash your lips into his, letting his warmth overwhelm you as you slip into him. His tongue tastes like coffee, his skin smells of freshly cut firewood, and he feels so good in the palm of your hand. He surrounds you in something like warmth, ecstasy, something you’ve wanted to feel for so long. He glides his thick fingers through your hair and pulls you closer as he gets lost in you, overwhelming your senses until all you can smell, hear, feel is him. It feels so right, this feels right. You almost forget he’s injured until he grunts and shifts his weight to the right.

You quickly let go of the kiss and lean back, assessing if he’s alright, but he’s smiling. Warm, bright, glowing. You’ve never seen him like this, like he’s the happiest man in the world. It’s that twinkle in his chocolate irises that gets you, and you finally know that this is where you belong. In Jackson, with him.

He guides a strand of hair behind your ear and cups the side of your face as his warm, calloused thumb grazes gently across your cheekbone. “You kept me in the light, sweetheart. You’re exactly what I needed all along, I jus’ wish I didn’t wait so long to find the light.”

You sigh and smile. “It’s okay, Joel. You found it. You found me.”

“You gonna keep the light on for me, sweetheart?”

“Forever, if you want me to.”

He pulls you back in and grazes lightly over your lips as he whispers out, “Forever it is.”

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m4k4yl4 · 5 months

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Just the two of us[🔥]

Day 1

Summary: When Jeongin and y/n go on their annual Best Friend Christmas Vacation (™️), what happens when they accidentally book the wrong suite..

Content warning: unprotected sex, making out, cum play, teasing, nicknames(baby, sloppy girl), cumming inside, dirty talking, rough sex

Skz 25 days to Christmas fics🎄☃️ series

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Posted: 12/01/2023

Y/n sits in the car with jeongin watching the snow fall outside as they make their to the hotel from their annual Christmas vacation, but bo matter home many times they do this every year she still couldn't help but feel so close, too close to him.

His hand laid on the gear shift in the middle of them one move, and his hand would be on her thigh, and that thought played in her mind the whole ride as he sits their oblivious to her feelings, sitting in his matching ugly christmas sweater, tapping his prerty fingers on the wheel to whatever christmas sing came on the radio.

"What are you thinking about?" He glances at her, "Hm? Nothing, why?" She answered a bit fast. He chuckles, "You've had that look on for the 30 minutes. It's your thinking face. Would you like to share with class what's going on up there?" He gives her a playful smile.

She clears her throat before speaking, "it's nothing really, just thinking about what while do once we get to the hotel and everything." She gives a smile back before looking down at her lap arms, starting to cross like she's balling in on herself, hoping he wouldn't ask anymore questions about what she was thinking of.

He takes notice in the movement, taking a glance before moving his hand onto her thigh, "are you cold?" Y/n freezes, her body tensed up at the action, every different scenario and situation played through her head as she looked down at his big hand placed on her, thumb rubbing back and forth on her covered skin.

"Y'know, I told you to wear thicker pants y/n. Those pajamas pants are no use in this weather they're too thin." She gives him a nervous chuckle, not moving her gaze from her leg. "Yeah, of course, sorry. It's just that they're so comfortable.."

"You're lucky I thought of you and brought a blanket just in case." He slips his hand off of her leg, reaching in the back to grab the blanket and handing it to her as she grabs it from him, still mourning the loss of the warmth from his hand. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." The rest of the rise was silent besides the radio playing and the soft sound of snow falling outside. As they finally pull into the parking lot of the hotel, y/n quickly gets out of the car, feeling like she can finally breathe now. Jeongin groans, "Oh god my back hurts, fucking 5 hour car ride suck." She laughs, "You don't gotta tell me I was in the car with you the whole time, my legs are numb."

He laughs with her as they open the trunk taking out their luggage. Jeongin opens the door to the hotel for her, and as y/n enter, she's met with the gust of heat from inside and the smell of christmas. "I always love the way they decorate here." She speaks, looking around the place at the giant christmas tree in the middle of the whole place christmas lights hanging from above as she hears faint music in the background.

Jeongin walks up to the front desk, getting the key for their room, while y/n stayed seated in the main lounge, waiting for him. "Okay, I got the key! Let's go!" They make their upstairs y/n looks around at the other rooms they pass.

"We're not usually on this floor when we come. Are you sure this is right?" Jeongin just smirks at her, "Yup, got a surprise for you." She looks at him confused as they stop at a hotel room almost at the end of the hallway, "A surprise?" Just as she said that, he unlocks the door, letting her go in first, but instead of the happy surprised face he hoped for, he was met with a concerned shocked face instead.

"Jeongin? Is there supposed to only be one bed in here?" Now he's confused too, "huh?" He peaks in seeing one big bed in the middle of the room sitting on it two robes and a bucket of ice with wine bottles and two glasses. "This was not the suite I reserved.."

"You got a suite?" She smiles at thought of him doing this for her, "Well yeah, but I guess I accidentally booked a couple's suite instead. I'm really sorry, I could go downstairs to see if they have any other rooms open." She stops him.

"No! Jeongin, it's fine, really. we're friends, it's normal to share a bed, right? We'll be fine." He smiles down at her, "yeah, yeah, you're right." They enter the room sitting their luggage down as they take in the place.

"Well, at least we get free wine from this." Jeongin comments picking up a bottle to look at. "Yeah, it's a really nice suite, and the bed is so soft!" She falls back on the bed Jeongin joining her. He turns his head towards her, staring at her features, trying to take them all in.

Y/n turns her head, feeling someone's eyes on her, "What?" She questioned Jeongin as he continued to stare, "Nothing.." He says nothing after that but reaches out to her face, resting his hand on her face.

Y/n could feel her skin heating up at how close they were. The feeling of his hand on her face felt scolding like rocks fresh out from a volcano. She quickly sits up, deciding to ignore the moment that had just happened.

"It's getting late, I'm gonna take a shower really quick." She doesn't wait for an answer, grabbing her thing and heading into the big bathroom. "Okay! I'll be out here.." Jeongin responded a little too late.

As y/n stood in the shower and washed away the long car ride from earlier, she seemed too busy in her own mind to hear the man she loved so dearly walk it in the bathroom, til she heard shuffling pulling the curtain back to to peek out seeing jeongin there.

"Jeongin?! What are you doing?? I'm in the shower!" He laughs, "Yeah, I can tell, I just came in to tell you that I was heading downstairs to get dinner, okay?" She nods "okay yeah."

After she had gotten out the shower, she sat on the bed in her robe, trying to find what pajamas she should wear. "I'm back.." Jeongin sentence comes to a stop as he his eyes trailed y/n body robe barley cover her chest as she looks back at him.

"Ah! You got dumplings. I've been wanting some!" She walks over, grabbing the bag from him to sit it down on the table "yeah..You've been saying that, thought I would get you some." She smiles at the gesture sitting down at the table, "Come eat! I'm not eating all of this alone." He comes up sitting down with her, "You sure as hell aren't."

Hours had passed since the two had eaten, and some things had led to another, and one of the bottles of wine had been opened up, as they both sit in bath robes watching whatever christmas movie was on. "Y'know, we should've been getting the couple's suite since the start. This is nice." She laughs, a little tipsy from the wine.

"Yeah, this is nice.. especially with you." He looks over at her. 'There it is again, this little staring contest he keeps doing with me' y/n thought. "You gotta staring probably, mr.yang?" He scoffs, "what makes you say that?" She giggles."I don't know, it's just feels like you haven't been able to take your eyes off me today."

Jeongin doesn't know if it's the wine or the suite or just him being tired of hiding his feelings to get this boldness out of him but before he could think about it his hand is back on her thigh, but this time there's no pants to stop the skin to skin contact.

"Maybe it's cause you're so pretty, ever thought about that?" Y/n eyes widened as he said that her own ha d sliding down touch the one on her thigh, "Jeongin-" "Just shut up, will you." He cuts her off, leaning to and connecting their lips in a heated kiss.

She gasps into the kiss but slowly melts into his arms, a hand planted on his chest while the other guides his hand on her thigh upwards. "Jeongin, please.." she pouts, "Please, what baby? You gotta speak up." He teased

She scoffs at his teasing guiding his hand to her clit feeling his fingers lightly glide over it making her whimper. "Want you so bad, you don't understand. I need you Innie..please." He laughs against her lip.

"Okay, baby. Whatever you want.." He pushes her leg to open her up more glancing down at her pussy, "You're already this wet and I've barley done anything. Did my fingers get you all work up already?"

He taunts her as two fingers slide into her hole. She covers her mouth with the back of her hand as she throws her head back. "Wait- it's too much-" He chuckles, "If just two of my fingers is two much for you how are you gonna take my cock baby? Are we just gonna have to stretch your sloppy hole out all night and make you a crying mess?"

"No! I want your cock, please Innie." He tsk, "I don't think you take it baby.." "I can! I will please," She begs him, her moans getting in the way of her sentence as he curls his fingers inside of her touching places she couldn't.

"Oh really? Well, if you're so sure about..." He slides his fingers out of causing a whine to slip out her mouth, and before she knows it, she gets flipped onto her knees right above jeongin crotch. "Then ride me, baby. If you want my cock so bad."

She moans at his words dragging her hand done his chest til they stopped at his robes belt undoing it, now having a whole view of his body, "Don't be nervous baby.." He runs hand down her side planting them on her hips as she lines herself up with his dick.

She slowly slides down as they both let out a pleasurable hiss at the feeling. "Fuck- too much, Jeongin.." he smirks, "I thought you wanted it? Said you could take it, so take it, baby, " He thrust up into her, causing her to fall forever, nails digging into his shoulder.

"God, you feel so good, baby. Take me so well. C'mon baby fuck yourself on my cock, there you go." He let's out an airy laugh Inbetween his moans as y/n starts lifting herself up and down on his cock and he continues to pump into her their skin connecting every thrust causing embarrassing slapping sounds to start up.

Y/n buries her face onto the crook of his, letting him guide her hips. "J-Jeongin! Innie, I'm close, please!" She squeals at him, speeding up her movements to get to the edge.

"Yeah? You gonna cum around around my cock? Make a mess all over the bed and clean it up, yeah?" She shakes in his arms as he continues to pound into her hole as if she was a fuck toy.

"Gonna let me stay inside and use you? Cum inside and let me fuck it back inside you make your hole all messy. You're just my sloppy girl, aren't you?" He grabs her face, squeezing her cheek Inbetween his fingers, "Yes! I'm your sloppy girl! Fuck- I'm cumming!"

She let's out one last squeal as she finally let's go shaking and squeeze around his cock causing his oragsm to come after. He holds her down on him, filling her feeling some of it slip past and down his cock.

"Fuck..you're so good baby.." He sighs out as they both try to catch their breathe. She looks up at him, wiping sweat from his face, pushing his hair back before leaning in , kissing him.

He holds onto her as they kiss more passionate than the last time. She slowly separates from the kiss, looking hin in the eyes, "Jeongin, please don't leave me.. I don't want this to be a one and done type thing.." He smiles at her, giving her a kiss on the forehead, "wasn't planning on it to be a one and done. You're stuck with me, baby."

She smiles at him, turning to the side to lay on the bed, "I'm glad I'm stuck with you.." He smiles at her, eyes shinning. "I'm glad too." He pulls her in more cuddling her as they try to get their energy again before, before jeongin clears his throat.

"We should probably shower quickly before sleeping." Y/n looks up at him, "round 2 in the shower?" She gives puppy eyes as he laughs at her antics. "You don't even have to ask twice." He gets up from bed, picking her up to head to the bathroom, making her giggle.

Best Christmas Vacation Ever.

A/N: YESSS! I GOT IT OUT ON TIMEE! this took way too long, but I love Jeongin, so it was worth it🤧🤧

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rosesbxrry · 1 year

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teddy bear.

Pairing: Boyfriend! Heeseung X Girlfriend! Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞(Minors DNI), established relationship AU!

Warnings: Dom! Heeseung, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it), cream pie, teasing, cunnilingus, Heeseung using pet names on reader (princess/ baby/ angel), multiple orgasm, dirty talk, mixture of both praising and degradation, possessiveness (Heeseung being jealous over a teddy bear), Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else

Summary: You decided to take advantage of the Christmas holiday to introduce your long-time boyfriend to your parents. However, you didn't expect Heeseung to get jealous over a teddy bear you kept gifted by your ex.

A Holiday Special: ➜ Heeseung

| ➜ Jay | ➜ Jake | ➜ Sunghoon |

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Word count: 4,165 words

a/n: Impulse decision for me to make a holiday/ Christmas special for the Hyung line! I will post the other’s every week in the month of December but since this was a last minute project that I made, Sunghoon’s part will probably be posted in the first week of January next year. Hope you all enjoy this little special gifts as a thank you for all the support in 2022!

For this year's Christmas holiday, you've decided to introduce your long-term boyfriend, Heeseung, to your parents after being consistently pestered by them for wanting to meet him for so long.

So, after clearing your's and Heeseung's schedule and buying the latest flight tickets to fly back to your hometown, the familiar scenery of the neighbourhood where you grew up passed through the windows of your parent's car as they drove the both of you to your childhood home from the airport.

The sight of the area enveloped in clear white snow, and the parachuting of snowflakes from the sky caused you to shiver a bit. It was not like you hated winter, but you preferred the warmth of a summer's day rather than damp, gloomy and freezing weather.

A hand places itself on your hands— Heeseung's long and lanky fingers intertwined with yours, yet when you look up at him beside you from the passenger's seat, he still pays attention to your mother's rambles with deep interest. His doe eyes stayed firm on her, and he nodded his head occasionally, which made you stifle a little laugh at how cute he looked.

To say your parents were smitten by him was an understatement.

Who wouldn't be when he noticed every little detail about you? Even holding your hand when he knew you would be cold like it was second nature to him.

When you arrived at your parent's home, you made sure not to let your mother self-indulge in Heeseung's presence. When she moved to show him a collage of pictures she kept from when you were a child into your awkward teens, you knew it was time to make excuses about how tired you and Heeseung were from the trip in hopes of getting away.

"I didn't know you used to be a part of the choir?" Heeseung teased, helping to move the heavy luggage into your childhood bedroom so that the both of you would be staying while here.

"We all have our dark past," You replied, removing your puffed jacket. "It was either that or playing the triangle once in a 3-minute song at the back with only the heads of the kids at the front in sight."

"I think it was cute." He laughed, lying down on the bed with his eyes darting around the place. He reached back to grab a giant teddy bear sitting on the bed, placing it on his lap and playing with the red heart it was holding with the words I love you written on it.

Your eyes caught the scene, and immediately an idea popped into your head, leading you to smirk unnoticed by your boyfriend, who was oblivious to your upcoming scheme.

"Oh! That teddy bear brings back so many old memories," You nonchalantly mused, trying too hard to seem unbothered. He throws you a curious look, hugging the stuffed toy against his chest relaxedly.

"Why?"

"Oh, nothing, just that it was a gift from my ex during high school. Isn't it nice and fluffy?"

You saw him freeze at the corner of your eyes, the innocent grip around the teddy bear loosened at the new revelation that you still kept something from your ex— and he was hugging it.

You had never seen him so appalled by anything.

It's not often you get to make Heeseung jealous because it would often be the other way around, which is why you enjoyed deciphering every bit of reaction he was showing. You took the chance to steal the teddy bear from his embrace, watching his bottom lip pout and his eyes low at how you were affectionately cuddling it against your chest.

"That thing is not sleeping on the bed with us." He firmly said.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his demand. "Come on, and this gift was years ago! Look how nice of a cuddling buddy it can be for the winter night." You held the stuffed toy up for him to see; a soft pillow texture with the right size to hug, its head tilted to the side innocently as if it were not the source of his problem.

The look he gave the bear was murderous at best.

"Whatever. It’s not stepping a single foot near this bed." He curtly replied, frowning with his arms crossed around his chest to show his determination.

"Besides, why would you need it when you can cuddle with me instead?" He muttered under his breath with a slight spice that was hard to miss.

You wanted to laugh at how he was acting but kept it calm, continuing with the charade if it meant seeing him so uptight about the whole ordeal. You bit your lower lip, using every ounce of self-control not to break out of character, opting to show him a looped-sided grin which he did not appreciate.

After freshening up and pushing the whole thing behind, you had a great Christmas Eve dinner with your parents. In true fashion, they pry every detail from him— from how the both of you met, his studies and what his parents do for a living. Your boyfriend was a natural charmer for sure, answering the questions with his pearly white smile and galaxy-set eyes while throwing in some of his humour that sometimes, you eyed your parents for laughing a bit too much. But then again, it was a good reassurance to you that they have fallen for this man as much as you did.

The night ended with some sweet desserts that your mother made and endless conversation filled in between the warm scent of cinnamon and apple at the dining table. The snowfall has quickly thickened outside, and the darkness has taken over the sky, but it didn't stop your parents from attending the communal Christmas event held by the neighbourhood right after.

So, as they left, you and Heeseung were left to do the dishes and clean the kitchen voluntarily.

"Do you think your parents like me?" Heeseung asked when you passed him the washed plate for him to dry. A disbelief looked crossed your face, wiping your head to the side to face him.

"Baby," You started. "I think they will probably cry when we leave, and I can reassure you that it's not because of their flesh and bone."

Heeseung laughed, giving you a sheepish smile as you jokingly soaped the dirty plates a little too bitterly. In all honesty, he was a little worried about meeting your parents, which turned him into a nervous wreck, especially when he regarded you as the love of his life. He wanted to know if they were being nice out of obligation for their daughter's happiness instead of seeing him as someone they could trust.

However, hearing your words have lifted the burden and worries off his shoulder.

Heeseung leaned down to your level and pecked your lips abruptly, taking you by surprise that the spoon you were washing almost slipped out of your grasp. You looked up to give him a confused stare, the proximity of his face was close enough for you to feel bashful at the way he was fixated on your lips.

"What was that?" You questioned.

"I don't know." He answered honestly, but you recognized the sultry tone in the way he replied.

You observed how he was holding back a grin; his features were now agonizingly attractive from the way his Adam's apple bobbed to the slope of his nose, which reminded you how perfectly it fit between the spaces of your legs. You smiled back at him with equal anticipation.

"Maybe you should do it again." You challenged, and it was enough for him to swoop down to kiss you again, but this time, he held onto the side of your face to deepen it. You didn't care that your hands were still wet as you tangled your fingers between his locks of raven hair.

Your lips moved sensually before the intensity heightened as the two pairs of arms eagerly moved to caress each other's bodies. You could tell Heeseung was getting heated, his lips moving sloppily against yours; the wet sound emitted was erotic to your ears.

His hands that were once on your back slid down to rest on your ass, and he pulled the front of your body flushed against his own. Once you felt his stiff bulge, a loud moan erupted from your lips as he jerked his hips for more friction, feeling your pussy drooling at his desperate motion.

Fuck he felt so big. Your legs quiver at the thought.

Heeseung broke the kiss to drop forward close to the crook of your neck.

"When do you think your parents are going to be back?" His voice was hoarse, leaving soft and open kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck. You attempted to make sense of his question in your state but it proved to be difficult at how breathless he was making you feel.

"An hour or two at best." You swallowed, goosebumps blooming on your skin.

"Good."

That was the only word you heard from him; the next thing you knew, he was pulling you by the wrist towards the familiar direction of your upstairs bedroom.

The sound of the door banging close echoed in the room. Heeseung attached his moist lips back to yours in a feverish manner, his hands sliding under your shirt, and you shivered at the way his cold rings grazed your skin. The impact of your back hitting the soft mattress was expected, arching your back to aid him in taking off your shirt and bra hastily.

"God, you're so beautiful." He moaned, leaning down from his position on top of you to squeeze your breast. You whimpered when he played with your hardened nipples in between his thumb and index finger, your hands tugging on the ends of his shirt in a desperate attempt for him to realize you wanted it off.

"Heeseung...."

He smirked at the way you called his name intensely, watching your mouth open agape to allow strings of sweet moans to escape when he flicked at your peaking nipples.

"Patience baby," He said as you watched him from below as he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his lean physique and cut waistline that your hands achingly gravitate. Heeseung let out a content sigh, enjoying the sensation of your palms smoothing his abdomen to his chest, leaving a trail of searing stimulation on his skin.

"Let me take it slow, okay?"

He begins to caress the delicate curve of your clavicle with his hot tongue, his head moving in a downward motion and leaving a trail of saliva behind. A sharp gasp escapes your mouth when he reaches the swell of your breast before he inevitably sucked in a nipple, the tip of his tongue swiping back and forth over it, making your head spin at the amount of pleasure overwhelming your body.

"Ah—fuck," You gritted out, feeling your pussy dampen that you had to squeeze your thighs together.

Heeseung continued to drag his tongue down, slowly tasting every inch of your skin as he said. The heat in your stomach grew hotter, your breath hitching higher as you realize he was getting closer to the one area you needed him the most.

Just the thought of his lips against your drenched folds tightens your grip on the wrinkled bed sheet, and the fact that his buttoned nose would be resting on your throbbing clit— fucking god, you would probably ascend to heaven at the mercy of it.

Heeseung let out an amused chuckle when you moaned loudly as he pulled off the last article of clothing on you. With your legs resting on his shoulders, his eyes gauged at how your folds were dripping with slick and the hunger he felt grew ferocious with only the thought of satiating it by burrowing his face between your lovely legs.

"So wet and needy for me," You felt his fiery gaze without looking at him, his fingers pulling your pussy apart to give him a better sight which elicits a soft moan. "—shit, look at this pretty clit mm? so swollen and perfect"

Your face was inflamed at his words because it was true; you felt every bone and cell in your body reacting to every touch, every movement and every sound he made that you were spilling an unimaginable amount of arousal from your core. Your brain was hazed with immense lust, with the last grain of sanity thrown out of the window.

You wanted him; you wanted him so much that it hurts.

Heeseung took advantage of your adorable and dishevelled state, caressing your inner thighs close to your pussy with the pads of his thumb.

"I can have a taste, can I?" His comment was coy, tilting his head innocently to the side as if he was not witnessing you falling apart.

He was torturing you with those Bambi eyes.

"Hee— please," You sobbed, a hand over your eyes as you were slowly running out of patience, completely bewitched body and soul by pleasure. "Please, I want you so fucking badly."

Heeseung was drinking up your desperate pleads, his crotch growing painfully tight against his pants the more you squirmed. Precum was slowly leaking out of his slit onto the fabric of his briefs, but his priority was to taste your sweet juices before he could settle his hard cock. He licked his lips, finally satisfied with getting off by your brazen mewls that it was time for you to receive your reward.

"Anything for my princess."

You threw your head back when he licked a stripe against your core; a mantra of curses escaped your lips as the wet muscles of his tongue drew out the intricacy of your folds. He made out with your pussy; nibbling, lapping and sucking on the sweet essence that infiltrated his senses until he couldn't have enough of your pussy on his face.

"oh my god—" You couldn't even finish your sentence as a whine erupted when you felt the tip of his nose nuzzled against your swollen clit. Electrifying pleasure shoots through underneath your skin that it tingled the more he bobbed his head to nudge on the sensitive nerve.

"Keep your legs open," His low growl vibrates into your folds, sending waves of bliss straight to the knot in your stomach, smacking his lips to savour how sloppy he was making you. He grips your thighs to make you stop squirming, pulling you down more towards his face.

"Don't make me stop eating you out. You wouldn't like that, won't you?"

You can't let him do that. Never.

"No, no, no! Don't stop! please," You couldn't fathom whether he was acting serious or being a tease, but all you know is to obey his command instinctively, opening your legs wide for him to feel the smirk on his lips.

"Good girl," He praised, voice dripping with honey.

Your laboured panting reverberates as loud as the beating of your heart as he dives back into your core. His tongue and mouth moved so much faster and harder that you could barely catch your breath, making you thrust your hips relentlessly to gain more friction.

Every brush of his nose on your clit, every suction and graze of his tongue and lips on the slit of your cunt, setting the knot in your stomach a blaze more excruciating than before. You played with your erect nipples with the rhythm of his mouth with your head thrown back to let him enjoy the sight of you pleasuring yourself as you tried to reach the threshold of your release faster.

"Don't—stop— fuck! I'm gonna cum." You warned.

Heeseung made the final move to seal his lips around your swollen clit, suctioning pressure enough for you to release into his hot mouth. You cried out his name as your back arched, and the heat in your stomach finally came undone as waves of ecstasy got you trembling from head to toe. His mouth never ceases to move against your tender folds, making you ride your orgasm as he smooths a palm over your tense abdomen, adamant about making sure he drinks every bit of your sweet release.

"Heeseung," Your voice quivered, bathing in the aftershock of your high as you glanced down at the male between your parted thighs.

His dark, intense eyes immediately zeroed in on you, taking a few more laps of your juices until he was satisfied, noticing how his eyes were dazed, as if he was in an enchanted state at just seeing you in the utmost pleasure.

"You did so well, angel," He leaned up to kiss you on the lips; a string of your cum mixed with his saliva was visible when he broke the exchange. He gently moves a stray hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ears. "Such a good girl cumming in my mouth."

A whispered litany of praises escaped his lips, caressing your neck with the bridge of his nose, letting your finger comb through his locks when your body finally registered the exhaustion creeping in from your orgasm. The domestic atmosphere settled in as he continued to nuzzle against your shoulder, feeling the comfortable weight of his body on top of yours.

"Feel better?" He rested his weight on his elbow to look at you properly. "You okay? I can run the shower for you, and we can rest up after."

You chuckled at his natural shift, reaching out to touch playfully the dangling silver earrings he wore. It was unfathomable to you that he could edge your deepest desire before turning into the softest and most endearing person seconds apart. His offer relaxes the tired muscles of your body, but you knew you couldn't end the night knowing that his release didn't ensue.

You shake your head, "I can't just leave you like this."

You watch his face contoured in pleasure when you palm your hand on his still-hard bulge; the friction causes him to erupt into a deep groan. With quick action, you massage his clothed cock, and the beautiful soft whines he emits sends waves of pleasure straight to your spent pussy.

Heeseung was too preoccupied with making you feel good that he didn't realize how needy he was with his release, grinding and humping his hips covetously against your hand to get the delicious waves of friction. You continued to grope his cock and squeeze the thick length until he was a panting mess straddling above you, observing how his eyes shut close, and his body jerked forward when you rubbed his head with your nails.

"But—"

"No buts," You cut him off, tugging his sweatpants down to expose the thin briefs underneath, and your mouth immediately watered at how huge the outline was. "I want you to fuck me with your big cock, Hee."

He opened his eyes, and you noted the sudden shift in the way his jaw clenched, the initial soft feature of his shyness wholly replaced with a feral-like gaze that would swallow you whole behind his wispy bangs. He played with the soft cushion of your lower lip, piercing eyes studying how your lips parted to allow the finger to enter sensually.

"I'm not gonna go easy on you baby," He swallowed thickly once your tongue coated his thumb with saliva, putting a bit of pressure on the roof of your mouth. "You might scream at the top of your lungs once I'm in."

"Don't worry," You sucked on his thumb innocently while never breaking eye contact, which thrills him even more. "Maybe you'll find out in a second that I like it that way."

Heeseung always prides himself on self-control, but something about the sight of you holding his writs to push his thumb deeper into the cavern of your mouth, your big eyes looking up at him through your lashes as the wet sound of you sucking grew sloppy— something snapped when he realized the other figure present in the room.

It didn't register your mind when he shoved the familiar teddy bear close to your face.

"Wha—"

"You said you wanna cuddle with it, right?"

He roughly pulled down his sweatpants to expose his manhood, allowing it to stand tall in all its glory against his abdomen. He stroked his engorged cock to spread the precum from the pink head to the underside of his veins; his tight balls bounced with every knead until his length was nice and lubricated.

At the same time, his other arm pulled you swiftly by the ankle, resting one leg over his shoulder. You shudder as the cold air hits your core, wide open for him to see your pussy that was already glistening.

"I'll make sure you'll hold it tight, so you better don't let go." You hold the teddy bear tight to your chin, moaning when the male rubs his head against your clit and along your wet folds.

A broken moan erupted from your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he pushed into your slit. No matter how many times he had fucked your hole, you couldn't get enough of how euphoric the initial stretch was, feeling his large and throbbing cock against your hot walls.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." That was all you could utter when he bottomed out. Before you could adjust, he began to thrust in and out of you at a fast tempo, disregarding any grace and showing the ravenous resolve he meant.

You dug your fingernails harder against the teddy bear, tears welling up at the inner corners of your eyes, feeling like he was splitting you apart from the inside the harder he thrust.

“Ah!—wait, it's too—"

"I told you, didn't I?" With one grip on the thigh of your anchored leg and the other on your hips to keep you in place, Heeseung continued to piston his hips forward, ensuring he went all the way in and out at a ruthless pace. "I won't go easy on you, princess."

Heeseung spills his drool right where his cock meets your slit, giving him more power to thrust in swiftly and out sharply. As much as you were enjoying him deep inside you, the male let out soft agonizing grunts as well; your walls spasmed over his wide girth until he felt lightheaded. You felt so good around him that he projected it with every merciless lunge to chase down his high selfishly.

He glanced down at you and almost laughed at how you held the teddy bear close to your face, muffling your moans and crying that the sight enamoured him.

"Scream it out, baby," He growled. The mattress deep down behind your back as he pushes hard to allow his swollen head to hit the deepest part of your pussy. "Tell your precious teddy bear how much my cock makes you feel good— how much I can fuck this tight little cunt until you can't walk."

Fuck, you were tightening up with every dirty spite he spilt.

"Hee—Heeseung—ahhh," You plead. The familiar heated knot grows, and your second orgasm hangs by a thread, throwing your head back with your mouth agape. "I'm—I'm so close!"

"That's it, baby. Cum for me." He coaxed.

Your surroundings instantly melted away, spatial perception slipping through the cracks, and all you could focus on was the mind-blowing release that spiralled in your body. A few seconds later, Heeseung came after a few more thrusts with a loud groan as he filled you up with his hot cum, fucking you through your orgasm slowly until you could feel the mixed sticky arousal oozing out to drip down your inner thighs.

He collapsed beside you, and you could tell how exhausted yet buzzing the experience was. As coherency slowly registered in your mind and the adrenaline pumping arrested into a soft hum, Heeseung pulled you into his embrace in silent bliss, caressing your back delicately.

At that moment, you would have never thought that your Christmas trip to visit your parents would end up like this, but it beats the cold and the fact that your little scheme to rile him up ended up between your love-making session.

Which makes you realize—

"I lied, by the way."

Heeseung turned his head to face you with a confused look.

"The teddy bear was not from my ex," You explained, observing how his eyebrow furrowed to understand. "I bought it when I was twelve during a garage sale for like two bucks."

His face fell immediately, realization seeping into him.

"You're a menace to society." He groaned, throwing the teddy bear you were holding across the room in embarrassment as your amused laugh only depended seeing the pink flush on his ears, making this Christmas holiday an unforgettable memory for the both of you.

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unkownbee · 5 months

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Eliza: Stop doing that.

Alexander: Stop doing what?

Eliza: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Eliza: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma?

Alexander: Oklahoma City, bitch!

('Tis a joke. Ham would never swear at his lovely wife)

Alexander: Where did you get that tomato soup?

Eliza: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

(When Eliza's too tired to put effort into cooking actual food)

Alexander: So you like cats?

Eliza: Yeah.

Alexander: Tries to impress her by slowly pushing a glass off the table.

Alexander: You got a date yet Eliza?

Eliza: No.

Alexander: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Eliza: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me.

Alexander: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

(She's mad at him because he swore in front of baby Philip and Angie)

Alexander: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Eliza meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

(I don't know if they would actually do this, but I like to believe they would <3)

Alexander: Snow got me feeling some type of way.

Eliza: That's hypothermia.

Alexander: Damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.

(Eliza is very much concerned and trying to get him to go inside and sit in front of the fire)

Eliza: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Alexander: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

(Oh, it means everything <3)

Eliza: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Alexander: Okay.

Eliza: And make out during the scary parts.

Alexander: Th-

Alexander: The scary parts.

Alexander: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

(Yes, Alexander. She didn't stutter. The scary parts. Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl)

Alexander: I’m so tired.

Eliza: Did you get to bed late?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Did you do something strenuous?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Then why are you tired?

Alexander: I’m alive.

Eliza: Sounds exhausting.

(Eliza is right. Being alive is super exhausting 😔)

Alexander: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Eliza: Aww-

Alexander: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

(No, because he would definitely do this. You can't prove otherwise)

Alexander: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Eliza: That's great, Alexander. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 10 years and have 4 children.

(Ham just got back from drinking with his friends. He's drunk 😁)

Alexander, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?

Eliza, confused: I mean, this is our house, so yeah.

Eliza: Alex, could we go shopping? All the snacks are gone.

Alexander: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

Alexander comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Eliza’s bedroom.

Eliza: Babe, are you.. coming to bed?

Alexander: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend.

Alexander: Lies on the ground and falls asleep.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: We're literally married, though???

(Again, Ham is drunk 😁👍)

Eliza: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Alexander: It was autocorrect.

Eliza: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me"?

Alexander: Yes.

(Yeah, that happens sometimes. Totally 👍)

Eliza: Alexander, can I speak to you for a minute? In private.

Alexander: Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.

(Again, Ham swore in front of the kids)

Eliza: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Alexander: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day.

Eliza: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

(And that's on those rare occasions that he actually does sleep)

Eliza: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Alexander: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: You mean ring bearER, right?

Alexander: ...

Eliza: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

(He totally is. As he should 😌✨)

Eliza: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Alexander?

Alexander: …Not really.

Eliza: Nothing?

Alexander: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.

(And that, kids, is the true meaning of Christmas. Exploiting people into buying stuff that they don't really need under the guise of it being worth it. That also fits for Black Friday, actually-)

Alexander: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is—

Eliza: Cenotaph.

Alexander: What?

Eliza: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph.

Alexander: I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own.

Eliza: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing.

Alexander: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish.

Eliza: So it's a temporary cenotaph.

Alexander: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity.

Eliza: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

(I just thought this one was silly. I liked it)

Alexander: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Eliza: Steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to her knees and sob while apologizing profusely.

Alexander: That one. I want that one.

Eliza: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Alexander: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

#hamilton #hamiltrash #hamilton incorrect quotes #hamilton the musical #incorrect quotes #alexander hamilton #eliza schuyler #eliza hamilton #elizabeth hamilton #elizabeth schuyler #hamliza #hamilton x eliza #hamliza incorrect quotes #i was gonna add more but then i realized just how many I've already added #looks like this is gonna be a two-parter #probably more than 2 parts

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xxsp3llb0undxx · 1 year

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A Mothers Instinct

Ellie Williams x Mom!Reader [3.4k]

Summary: Ellie finally meets her mother after 14 years, though it’s not under the best circumstances. // Based off of Episode 8.

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF SA ,, MENTIONS OF ABUSE ,, BLOOD ,, MENTIONS OF NEEDLES ,, PURE FUCKING SADNESS ,, SWEARING ,, VULNERABLE ELLIE ,, TLOU AU ,, DAVID ,, GRAPHIC VIOLENCE

Unedited, probably a few mistakes here and there.

MASTERLIST TLOU

Every day was just like the next - wake up, prepare food for the people of Silver Lake, sit in on David spreading false hope around the small community, sleep and then repeat. Y/n was what you would call 'The Leaders Mistress' or at least that was what David called her. when the outbreak first occurred, Y/n travelled from one QZ to another; somewhere between DC and Boston, she had fallen pregnant to a baby girl; she was still young herself, only 18 years old. Not knowing what to do, she have given up her baby - which she had named her Ellie. Y/n turned to her best friend at the time and asked her to keep an eye out for her babygirl and to find someone to take care of her. Marlene had promised to do her best, which she had lived up to until Y/n no longer got anything on the radio from her. She never knew what happened, if Marlene had been captured by FEDRA or worse - infected.

David was up front, as always, preaching about how GOD would protect those in need.

Revelation 21. "And I saw a new heaven and a new Earth. For the first heaven and the first Earth were passed away. And I heard a great voice out of heaven say, 'Behold... the tabernacle of God is with men. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes."

His voice droned on, the citizens of Silver Lake listening to every word he spoke, even though they have heard it about a thousand times by now. Hannah's cries could be heard at the back of the church, David stopped speaking and walked over to her. He had asked what the next part of the verse was that she had interrupted, she shook her head, David sighed before continuing "And God will wipe away all tears from their eyes... that there will be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither will there be any more pain... for the former things are passed away." He watched as the young girl wiped away her tears, her head pointed at the floor; avoiding eye contact with the man. "When can we bury him?" The man she was talking about was Alec, her father. He had been murdered when him and three others of his group went to the old university to scavenge supplies, it didn't end well - Alec had his neck snapped and his body left to lay in the snow.

David shook his head and told the girl they couldn't bury the dead because the ground was too hard to dig and that they had to wait till spring. Hannah's mother was another of David's mistresses, but the difference between her and Y/n was, she didn't have the privilege of being able to leave the grounds of the settlement, she had to cook and clean while Y/n had free roam of the woodlands around. Once their afternoon gathering was over, David had pulled Y/n outside telling her he needed to have a word. She never liked being alone with the man, he would always force her to do things she never wanted to do. If she refused him, he would only get violent; littering her body with bruises and cuts, she had to hide them so she could keep up the act of being his 'Mistress', the leader of the people. James had interrupted David and Y/n, she let out a shaky breath, thankful for James interrupting what would've been another night in hell.

James went on to tell David about a possible sighting of deer a couple miles east, he knew the community needed more food, they couldn't continue to eat the bodies of their fallen soldiers. Y/n refused to eat the food that was distributed out everyday, saying she wasn't feeling well and she couldn't stomach it, but the truth was; she didn't want to stoop to the lowest of the low and eat the people she had protected all these years. David had told James that both of them and Y/n would go out soon and check, James had started walking away as David had shouted after him telling him to grab the guns.

Ellie was in the basement of some rundown house, the horse Ellie had being given when she had left Jackson was in the garage, it was the only safe lace to leave him. Joel was laying on a thin, ratty old mattress, his wound inflamed and infected. Ellie tried giving the older male some water, resulting in him coughing. She needed to do something, she needed to find food for the both of them and something to treat the infection. "I'm gonna be right back, okay?" Ellie had carefully given Joel a hug before leaving the basement and making her way to he garage to feed Callus, the horse, before setting off to find food; Joel's rifle held tightly in her hands.

After a few minutes, Ellie had stubbled upon a white snowshoe hare nibbling on the very few leaves left in the forest. The sound of her footsteps scared the creature off, running in the other direction; Ellie just a few steps behind. The young girl had lost the animal in the snow, she was tired and out of breath from chasing it; she thought about giving up until the sight of a deer caught her eye. Ellie lay down on the ground, the rifle hoisted up on a log in front of her, she turned the safety off and took a deep breath in before exhaling - BANG! The bullet had pierced right through the deer's leg, it hobbled away leaving a red trail behind it. Ellie got up and ran after it, she followed the blood that had started to seep into the snow.

The sound of voices made the young girl stop in her tracks, three figures were stood over the deer she had shot. Two men were talking about taking it for themselves while the woman beside them was trying to tell them it wasn't fair to the person who was hunting the animal. Before they could pick up the animal and bring it back to the settlement, a voice ripped through the crisp air. "Don't!" The trio turned around, Ellie had the barrel of her rifle pointed at them. "Drop your rifles." Y/n knew the kid was scared, the whole "big and scary" act was just that - an act. "Hey, kiddo. Do you mind putting the gun down please?" Y/n had her hands up in front of her as she took slow careful steps towards the young girl, as if trying to tell Ellie she meant no harm. "Back the fuck up. Don't come any closer or I'll put a bullet between your eyes." Y/n nodded her head as she stepped back a couple steps, apologising softly to the girl.

David tried to reason with Ellie, telling her how his group needed the food and he was willing to trade for it. Ellie perked up at that, asking if they had any medicine. The older man nodded his head and told James to go back to the settlement and get 2 bottles of penicillin and a syringe, James hesitate before he gave in and ran off. Ellie had made the remaining two to taken ten steps back as she advanced towards their rifles, ejecting the cartridges from the chamber.

The trio were now sat in a barely standing cabin, a campfire in the middle of them as Ellie still had her gun trained on the two elders. "Where are your parents? They must be panicking with you gone." Y/n had only meant it in a nice way, she was just concerned as to why a little girl was out here on her own. "I don't have any parents. They left me when I was a baby." She spat, venom lacing her words. A sinking feeling made its home in Y/n's heart, she wondered what her daughter was doing right now; she prayed her baby was still alive, she would be about 14 now. David continued to make sly remarks as he spoke to Ellie, resulting in her being just as snarky back. David had said something that made Ellie panic, he told her about a member of their group being murdered and left outside the university and how he knew it was the man Ellie was with.

"James put the gun down and give her the stuff." He looked at David in disbelief, why would he let someone who had a hand in killing one of their people take something as valuable as medicine? "Now, James." He gave in and threw the bottles to the floor, Ellie picked them up and ran out of the building as fast as she could. After 20 minutes, she finally made it back to the house Joel was in. "Okay, fuck, where do I put this, Joel? Joel, where do I put this?" Her voice was shaking, she was on the verge of tears as she stuck the needle into the wound and released the penicillin, she just hoped it would work.

Once morning came around, Ellie gave Joel another dose of medication before going out to Callus to check on him. The sound of crows cawing up above alerted Ellie someone was close, muffled chatter could be heard from a few houses away, Ellie creeped around the area; her body pushed against the fence as she tried to stay hidden from the group turning the corner. Ellie ran back into the house and down into the basement, she place a knife on Joel's chest and grabbed his hand to take a hold of it. "Joel wake up. Joel wake the fuck up." Tears glazed over her vision, she was scared. "There are men coming, okay? I'm gonna lead them away from you, but if anybody makes it down here, you fսck¡ng kill them. You got it?" Ellie snapped her fingers in front of his face, trying to get him to stay awake. She huffed before getting up and leaving the basement, pulling a cabinet in front of the door to hopefully hide it the best she could.

The young girl turned and ran to the garage, she hopped onto Callus' saddle and raced off into the forest. "Hey, motherfuckers! Come get me!" her shouts caught the attention of 2 men from David's cult. The sound of shouts could be heard behind her and then a gun shot, she was flung off of the back of Callus as he tumbled to the ground with a whine. Ellie lay in the snow, blood running down the side of her head as her vision became blurry.

When Ellie had woken up, she was in a cage; metal bars reaching the ceiling. "I started worrying you wouldn't wake up." David was sat in a chair on the other side of the cage, the side of freedom. He had a sick smile on his face as he spoke to her; asking her what her name was, why she was with Joel, if she would join him and the community. He gave up after an hour of her constantly telling him to go fuck himself, to go eat shit. David left her to her own devices, leaving the room to do god knows what. After a couple hours, the door opens again but this time it reveals Y/n with a tray of food. "Hey.. I know you're scared and you have every right to be, but I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to bring you food and don't worry its not human meat." She didn't mean to slip up, it was an accident. Ellie looked at her with wide eyes, questioning her about what she had said.

Y/n sat down in the chair by the door of the cage, her hands interlaced. "What's your name? If it helps, my name is Y/n. Um.. I'm 32 and I had a daughter once, she would be around your age now." Ellie stared at the older woman in front of her, Marlene never told her what her mothers name was or what she looked like so for all Ellie knew, the woman in front of her could be her mom. The girl hesitated before decided to tell her what her name was "I'm Ellie, um.. what was your daughter's name?" Y/n looked at the girl in shock, it just had to be a coincidence that she had the same name as her daughter. There was only one way to prove if it was her or not. "Is your last name Williams..?" The young girl slowly nodded her head, looking at Y/n with a confused expression.

The older woman sat on the floor in front of Ellie, her hands slipped through the bars of the cage. She hesitated before speaking "You're probably going to think I'm crazy but I'm your mom, I was only a kid when I had you.. I didn't know what to do so I asked my best friend Marlene to take care of you til I was able to provide a safe environment for you to grown up in. I'm so so sorry baby, I know I shouldn't have given up on you.." Silent tears cascaded down her face, her skin flush. Ellie was frozen, she didn't know whether to be happy or fucking livid. Her pale hands grasped her mothers, holding tightly onto her in fear she would leave again. "It's okay.. I'm angry, I am but you had your reasons and- and I've had a very special person taking care of me and I think you'd like him."

The door opened again, David stood in the doorway as he looked down at Ellie and Y/n, his eyes narrowed at the woman. "What do you think you're doing?" Y/n got up and walked over to him, she knew she had to be careful with her words or he would lock her up just like he did with Ellie. "I was just coming to bring the kid some food.. I'm sorry." David cupped her face with his hand, his thumb grazing over a scar on her cheekbone. The feeling of his skin against hers made Y/n feel sick, she hated him. He asked her to leave so he could speak to Ellie alone, she hesitate before bowing her head and leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

Shouts could be heard from the room as Y/n hid behind the corner, listening to what was being said. "Tell them Ellie is a little girl who broke your fucking finger, you sick fuck." David stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind him. His murmurers could be heard all the way down the hall before he had finally disappeared, letting Y/n know the coast was now clear. She slowly went into the room they were keeping her child and carefully shut the door behind her. Y/n lifted a finger to her lips, signalling for Ellie to be quiet as she pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the cage. "I need you to hide, you can't leave this room until I come back, okay?" Y/n held Ellie's face in her hands, checking for any marks left upon her. The girl looked up at her mom, her eyes spoke the words she couldn't.

Ellie had hidden under the table in the room as her mother went out to check if anyone was close, what she didn't know was David had come back and had Ellie pinned to the table, a cleaver pointed straight at her head. She squirmed in James' grip, trying to find the moment he let his guard down in a little. "Please. Please. I'm infected, check my arm. I'm infected." David rolled up her sleeve and saw her bite marks, which had now turned into scars. James was panicking, telling David to let her go, she was useless to them. That was when she struck, she pulled the cleaver from the table and shoved it into the crook of James' neck, blood oozing out of the wound. She kicked David in the face, making the older man fall back, and ran out the room. She found her way into the kitchen, picking up a small wooden log that was aflame and held it close to her, waiting for the moment David would enter the mess hall beside the kitchen.

The door to the mess hall opened, David had the bloodied cleaver in his hand as he walked around the area shouting out to Ellie. She threw the wood at him, he merely missed it before it had caught fire to the curtains on the windows. "There's no way out Ellie, the doors are locked and I have the keys." His voice made her sick, it was irritating and it hid a sadistic tone under the façade he carried. "I know you're not infected. No one infected fights this hard to stay alive." His back was now turned to the young girl, she grabbed a stray knife on one of the tables before stabbing it into his side. David screamed as he pulled the knife out, lunging at the girl; forcing her to the ground as his weight held her down. She thrashed about under him, clawing at his hands. "Oh, I thought you knew. The fighting is the part I like the most."

The sounds of screams echoed through the building, Y/n ran towards the noise. Ellie was on the floor with David on top of her, fire spreading around the mess hall. Y/n saw the cleaver on the floor near her, she picked it up and ran towards Ellie; using all her weight, she threw herself into David, making him tumbled to the floor. With the cleaver in Y/n's hand she struck down onto his chest, blood splattering onto her skin. "You do not get to touch her. You will never fucking lay a finger on my baby ever again. Just fucking die already." Her voice was laced with anger and sadness, every word harsher than the next. Y/n continued to slam the blade of the cleaver into his chest, blow after blow; blood flying in every direction. She turned towards Ellie after delivering the final blow to David's head "Baby, go outside. You don't need to see this, I'll be right behind you." Ellie obeyed her mothers wishes and left the building.

Y/n had cut David's 'manhood' off and threw it into the fire, as the last declaration of war. Once she had walked out the building, the sight in front of her would break any mother's hear. Ellie was shell shocked, she clung to the older man as he held her close. "You're okay, you're okay babygirl. I got you." Y/n walked over to the pair slowly, not to startle them. "Ellie, baby, I'm so sorry for what he did. I will never let that happen to you ever again babygirl." Joel's head shot up at the voice of a woman, he shoved Ellie behind him as he hid her from view. "Step back. Don't come near her." His voice was coarse, gravelly. Ellie pushed her way out from behind Joel, her stature slouched - making her look smaller. "Joel, don't. That's my mom and- and she saved me." Her voice broke mid sentence, fresh tears spilling onto her cheeks. Y/n opened her arms, embracing Ellie against her chest. She held her daughter so delicately, in fear she would break her like she were a porcelain doll. "I'll never leave you again, baby. I'm here to stay, as long as you want me to.. I love you so much and I'm sorry for not being around but I'm here now and you're not getting rid of me." Ellie cried into her mother's chest, clinging onto her tightly. Joel looked at Y/n and Ellie, a small smile on his lips; he was happy for them both. But what was he meant to do now that Ellie had her mom back?

"You joining the hug or not, old man?" Ellie's voice broke him out the trance, he made his way over to the duo and wrapped his arms around the pair. Y/n leaned into Joel and whispered to him "Thank you for protecting her.. I hope you can continue to do so, with me." Ellie finally got what she wanted, a family to protect and love her through this shitty world.

A/N - My first Ellie fic, I hope you guys like it <3

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Remember Me- Steve Harrington

Summary: Every morning Steve shows up at the coffee shop you work in and every morning you hope is the one where the cute stranger will finally talk to you. But it never happens and maybe you don't really need it. Yet, while you wait at the tables with a smile, you can't help but wonder why you feel like you've known him all your life.

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Tags: Fluff and Angst. Post-season4 Steve Harrington / Post War/ Mentions of major character death.

Y/n smells like coffee and lemons. A strange mix that Steve still doesn't know whether its good or not. You move around the shop with a circumstantial smile on your face, a tray in your hands and a green apron used as an impassable wall against the rest of the world, your armor.

Yet you can't take your eyes off that customer, who oders American coffee every morning and sit at the table furthest from people. Sometimes he brings a curly-haired boy with him, other times there's a beautiful girl with big blue eyes - perhaps his girlfriend, perhaps a friend - and with them he smiles slightly more. But he is often alone and clarly wants to be.

You're sorry for that. You don't even know why, you have so much else to think about. You moved in the USA just a few years ago, from your country you ended up in the middle of nowhere, in Indiana, and when you arrived you discovered that this place is not as safe and boring as you believed. Strange deaths, accidents, earthquakes, natural disasters like it has been cursed and to be honest you have the feeling of having lost a good part of the time spent here. Now, apart from the fact that this place sucks, you should think about having fun, hanging out with boys, trying to make friends like your aunt says, but you don't. You go home at night and think of a sad stranger and you don't want to, you really don't want to but you do. Silly girl.

"What can I get you sir?" you ask, like every day. When he's alone he usually doesn't reply, he mumbles something under his mouth, looks into your eyes and points his finger at his choice. The menu next to the paper napkins is his voice and you like to listen to it.

"I'll bring it to you right away." There are no smiles between you, even if you would like to. Sometimes you've found yourself wanting a simple "thank you" said properly, not half-mouthed or in a whisper. Yet there's kindness even in the way he moves, the way he isolates himself and it's something you can't explain.

When you place the coffee on the table – a breath away from his fingers – he usually just looks at you. His are not eyes to remain indifferent to. It's not the color that makes them so special, they're big and dark, but it's their depth, the way they seem to be a portal to that boy's soul, the way they peer into you and seem to contain not a shred of malice and seen too much. They look like a child's eyes, actually. They have something pure, sincere, tremendously tender and at the same time they contain the gaze of a veteran and they defeat you. He looks at you and you are chained. But that's okay, you wouldn't have tried to resist anyway.

He looks at you with something that reminds you of sweetness, hints at a half smile - the first - and this alone is enough to burn you inside, even if it's snowing outside.

The boy doesn't like snow, he's always in a bad mood when it snows. One day you overheard him talking about it with his friend Dustin, Dexter, something like that.

"Everytime I fear he is coming back"

"He can't, you know it . We made sure it can't happen again"

"Yes, but at what coast?" and his voice had broken in a yearning way, on the last syllable, like a raging river that you thought you would see burst. When you turned to look at him not a single emotion had appeared on his face. You would like to know what happened to him.

Everyday you look away from him when you realize you've spent too much time staring at him and walk away, ignoring the abandoned baconnotes on the table, silent like him. You feel stupid, a high school girl staring at the mysterious lonely boy. It's ironic and you don't know it yet, but there was a time Steve Harrington was the opposite of mysterious and lonely.

This morning it's different and you don't run away. You linger a moment too long on the marks that can be glimpsed from his shirt, scars on his neck that seem to continue under the fabric of his shirt for who knows how long. You've already noticed some small signs, but usually he's very careful to cover them. Today they are redder and more visible. You notice more scars, these never seen before, on his arms and you realize only now that he has cut his hair and when he moves them you notice and old wound on the left side of his face.

If he wasn't around your age you'd really think he's a war veteran. You wonder what he must have been through and you don't notice his hand extended towards the cup, which meets yours. For the first time, you feel the contact with his skin, a silent echo of an unexpressed desire. You know nothing about him, barely his name. "Steve" You've heard from his friends. You know nothing of his life; still for an instant you dream of being part of it with all the monsters he must have fought to hurt himself like this. You talk with your eyes for as long as you stay close: you with a silent voice full of questions, he with a single answer. And it's always the same.

To each request, he reacts by moving his fingers, running along your palm and thumb, making red-hot marks that only you can see. You feel them, like burns on your skin, as if you are no longer in the cafeteria, surrounded by people, but in a private place, where every gesture, every touch acquires meaning. And there's no need for him to say anything, you know that today he wanted you to see his scars, he wanted to understand how you would react, he wanted you to see him for real. And you do it, you really see him, and you don't get scared. You never could. You don't know why.

«Y/n please, could you bring me more coffee?»Another guy asks. He is just another is a customer, an ordinary, common one. Not like him. Just a guy who shows up often, asking you for coffee and smiles. And you're willing to give it to him, you're willing to pretend with the others but not with Steve, with him you only smile when you really want to and it's absurd that in his presence this happens more or less always.

"Sure! " Breaking contact with Steve seems more tiring than studying for the last exam, more painful than finding out you didn't pass it. You feel yourself blush as you bow your head and flutter your eyelashes, tucking the tray under your arm. Sorry, you say in one last look, ready to leave him. But he grabs your wrist with the delicacy that distinguishes him, making you turn around again. Blush again.

"I'm Steve." I know, you would like to answer however you avoid doing that. It's the first time you can hear his voice right, with words articulated slowly, fearlessly, spoken for you and you alone .

«Y/n.»

Steve runs his thumb along the inside of the wrist before letting you go, in an almost automatic gesture that he seems to regret immediately. A Last, anxious caress, which reveals what his eyes have always hidden.

"I know"

These words are the most exciting thing you've heard in a while. Suddenly you understand why Steve comes in every day, stealing a look and a few minutes of your life. Or so you believe. You feel a shiver running down your back, turning into a burning caress - the one you would like from him - and going up your spine, up to your ears. It's hope.

You don't know how or why, you feel as if you already know him, as if in another life your skin has touched nothing but his, and you don't even believe in these things. Maybe he feels the same, the same overwhelming nostalgia for something you haven't even experienced. You hope you're right, you hope he comes here every day just to see you, to search for a contact that happened by chance - by mistake - and to show you his tormented gaze of him, looking for the peace that he has lost in you.

«I'll bring you some coffee» You say to another customer, looking at him without seeing him.

I have to talk to Steve. I can't let him go. Not like that. You hurry to get the hot container of coffee and reach the customer's table, dedicating a smile and a moment of your life to him. A moment that he could have, or should have, dedicated to someone else. "Are you on duty again tonight?" You almost don't hear the question, taken as you are from another table, another customer, one different from the others. Your mind is only on Steve. "Yes," you say, glancing at Steve to make sure he's still there. He is. You suddenly feel calmer. "But only until six."

"It's already dark at six" the boy observes. "I could take you home..."

"There's really no need to, thanks." You walk up to the counter to put the container away. You hear the doorbell ring, and feel the brutal urge to turn around.

Steve's table is now empty.

At six o'clock Steve stares at you from the misted window as you untie the ribbon on your apron, take it off and disappear into the back of the shop. He knows you're tired and you just want to go home. He knows it, because it's the first thing you always said to him after the shift, in another life: before Vecna, before the war, before you forgot about him forever.

You put on your coat, gloves and wool cap, and say goodbye to your colleague. "See you tomorrow." You pull the scarf up on your chin as you open the door.

After the war with Vecna and the disappearance of the Upside Down, even the climate has changed. The ice covers the streets, leaving just two gray trails to show the asphalt. There are very few cars parked outside the cafeteria, a badly parked red BMW stands out, it's the only one not covered in snow. Steve smiles seeing you, he holds back from calling you, enjoying the image: a colored spot in the whiteness of winter. You puff. It's cold, and you have to walk home, your high boots sinking into the white blanket, the houses still to be rebuilt across the street are the only sign of the drama Hawkins has experienced. An earthquake so strong that it has destroyed everything. You have been hurt, a head injury big enough to steal a piece of your life. A piece so important that you're only retrieving the fragments of your life here, tales of your aunt, your friends, which for some reason never seem to fit right together

"Hey." A male voice calls you. You keep moving forward. It is not the first time that some stranger tries to approach you .

«Y/n.» You turn around, you see him and suddenly the snow and the cold disappear and the world is a warm and beautiful place. Steve. "Hello, y/n." You take a step towards him and stop, as if you've dared too much. "What are you doing out here?"

With this wheater. You think you know the answer. And you hope to hear it from him.

"I'm here for you" Would be the sweetest music. But Steve shrugs, makes an embarrassed noise, pulling his jacket around him. You seem to notice a redness on his cheeck, you wonder if it's not just the cold. "What does it mean?" You ask, letting out a smile, tossing your tied hair. Steve's eyes catch yours, in a silent response that seems to be enough for you. For a moment everything is as before for Steve, you are only you and he is only him and in your eyes he finds the girl he fell in love with during a war that you shouldn't have had to fight.

You arrived like lightning a year ago alongside the only friend you managed to make in the city at that time: Eddie Munson, and you were the first -together with Dustin- to try to prove his innocence, with all that this entailed: including demobats, Upside Down and Vecna. Now you don't remember anything, and maybe a little part of Steve is happy you don't have to carry the trauma with you, but you don't remember the good things either. You don't remember Eddie. When you look at his old posters or find his photos on the newspapers, to you he is just the killer who terrorized the city and you don't mourn his death. But you did it, you did it until you lost your breath, screaming at the top of your throat in the middle of the darkest night. Steve had to drag you from his body by force, against your punches and kicks. You melted into his embrace, you vented the pain with such force that he feared your bones might break from the powerful sobs that shook you. Steve lulled you into a tormented sleep and watched over you. And then there was Max. The list of fallen soldiers got longer. Murray.Hopper, again. Will.

And Robin, oh, Rob.

You were the only thing keeping Steve alive after that. When his best friend fell into his arms, Steve wanted to die and for a moment he stood still, ready to let himself be taken by the same cursed monster that stole Robin from him. But you were there and you needed him, he had to keep you alive. He had to think about Dustin.

Then he lost you too. In a different, unexpected way. When Vecna took you, he thought you were going to die, because the music wasn't playing and you were floating in the air and he, he looked away, like a coward, he gave up. He decided he didn't want to see you die, not like that. He regrets it every day. All he did was prepare to grab your lifeless body, imagining that he would be the next one to die. He couldn't live in a world without Robin.

But in a world without Robin where he didn't even have you, it was torture, hell. The world was shaking again and the earth was cracking and Steve desperately wanted to die. But you fell into his arms still alive and breathing and Eleven had killed Vecna and all you had were broken bones and a head injury from the pressure exerted by that monster. Steve didn't know it at the time, but you also had a brain injury, something strong enough to erase everything from the last three years. Everyithing about him. Your family, despite being aware of the situation, has decided not to tell you anything, to keep you away from them, from Steve.

After all if it wasn't for them you wouldn't have been involved. Also Steve promised to protect you and he didn't. He had failed you , as he did with Robin.

Dustin has kept him alive, keeping him company in the months of solitude spent locked up in his house. Nance forced him to eat every day and Erica, Erica remained silent next to him for hours and that was enough at least for a while. Then, at a certain point, Steve saw you from the shop windows, you were working, smiling.

And it wasn't enough anymore.

The sky is black, the streetlights barely lit up the street, yet you can understand more about Steve right now, looking at his face wrapped in half-light, than you ever guessed during these endless mornings. «Y/n» your colleague opens the door, investing you with warmth and light, so much so that you lower your eyelids.

"Sorry... I saw you out here. I just wanted to let you know that I'll come early tomorrow so you can go home early." You nod as the door closes. When you turn to Steve, you find him closer than when you last looked at him. You see his breath condense between you and join yours. Heat mingling with heat, and desire meeting desire. Steve nods at the BMW.

"I... I didn't mean to scare you, I just... I can take you home if you want."

There is a fire inside you, even if you can't explain why. You should be scared of an unknown guy who comes to your workplace every morning and now silently approaches you to offer you a ride home on a dark winter afternoon, but the truth is that Steve makes you feel so many things and fear it's not one of them. You think that this is his car, that the car says so much about people, that you want to see what he keeps inside it, the objects that are important to him. There is probably his scent inside it.

Steve smells good, clean.You know, you just don't know why. "That is fine."

"Steve, can I... Can I ask you a question?" You ask after a few steps in silence. He nods, keeps walking, his arm against yours looking for even the slightest contact. He needs it, or else he'll sink. He needs it to keep himself on his feet when dark comes and in the streets he sees the faces of his dead appear. When your bodies touch, over layers of fabric, you feel your skin melt and you wonder if maybe you're crazy. "Why me?"It's a strange question, you know, you're a little ashamed of it, and you're afraid of scaring him but you feel, somewhere inside you, that maybe he has the answer you were looking for, the missing piece in your story. Or maybe it's just an illusion. He turns around, his gaze softens and he observes you like the answer is the most obvious thing in the world. Because there is no other girl.

He doesn't say it, he can't. He doesn't want to mess with you, he doesn't want to lose you again and scare you.

"You know y/n, I've never met a waitress as good as you."

You laugh, putting a hand over your mouth. "You're an easy guy to get Steve Harrington"

He opens his eyes wide and you don't realize it but is'shere, clear, limpid: Steve has never said his surname. You don't notice, not really. You keep walking beside him. "Thanks," you whisper as you let your arm slide, intertwining it with his. What would it be like to really feel his skin?

Warm. Rough in the points furrowed by scars, soft in the rest of the body. To Feel the sensation of naked flesh on your lips, the scent of laundry, the saltiness of his body, the pulse of the vein on his neck, where you place a kiss that isn't there, never was. It's a fantasy that looks a lot like a memory. It scares you. "Let's go." He exhorts you, with shyness and a touch of fear his hand moves to your back and your body is warm under his gaze. His breath is against his cheek, slips under the scarf, up to your neck."Yes" he says, holding his breath. It's cold, but not that much, not now, not for you. Not when you feel Steve's nose against your ear, not when he notices your twitch too. Steve closes his eyes, tries to refrain from telling you everything, from holding you tightly to him, it's so difficult now that he has you close again to resist, to keep a distance that hurts and he doesn't want. "Are you cold?" Steve asks in a low voice, but for you this question is so much like the caress you've been craving since you became aware of his presence in the shop, since you met his gaze."Not at all'."

You feel Steve's smile on your cheek and you feel like you're. You just turn your head, just to give him the opportunity to reach your lips, but Steve doesn't kiss you, he's still with his eyes closed and who knows what he thinks of you, looking for a kiss from someone you don't even know

."You smell like coffee." The words are an incandescent breath on the mouth. His breath join yours, you can feel the the taste of him – mint and aftershave – before you even smell it, like you've never tasted anything else in your life.

"You don't like it?" Thrill after thrill, waiting to discover something about him that you don't know yet. Everything, you have to find out everything, but it seems to you that you have known him for a lifetime."I love coffee" You know he is lying. You just know. But you don't care. Just one question goes through your head and in order not to give it a voice you decide to shut your mouth in the best possible way at the moment. You shiver a little when your lips are close to him. You trace his cheek slowly with your lips, waiting for the moment when he pulls back and tells you you're crazy. You look for the right way to kiss him.

"I don't usually do that. You must have something very special" You whisper against him. And Steve can't take it anymore, like a dam that breaks its banks, he pushes you completely against him, as if you were one. And then, finally, he finds his way. When he kisses you – slowly at first, giving your lips time to get to know each other; then devouring your every thought, as if nothing else exist but you – you find yourself repeating to yourself that you don't want to kiss anyone anymore. Touch no one anymore. Let anyone kiss and touch you except from Steve.

"Steve" You murmur breathlessly, pulling away from him. "Would you think I'm crazy if I tell you something?"He shakes his head, his lips swollen and beautifully red. "Never"

"I knew you before, didn't I?" Now Steve Harrington no longer has the strength to lie.Steve Harrington has come to get his girl back and far off in the dark of night he swears he can see Robin Buckley smiling at him for it.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 2 months

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can you please write an Christian Cage X Fem Reader Story, (age gap couple 22 years apart)

Reader is fighting insomnia and he recognized that her bed side is empty and when he's looking for her, he finds her on the living room windows sill watching the rain and he asks what's wrong and she tells him she's fighting insomnia from time to time and she didn't wanted to bother him, he guides her back to bed let her know that he is there for her every sleepless night and tug her under the blanket and let her lay on his chest and make sure that she feels comfortable and she hugs him tightly listening to his heart beat and she's slowly drifting of to sleep while he holds her tight in his arms, after she thanks him for always being there for her

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Christian Cage X FemReader

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One thing I hated about the spring was the weird in between weather we got. It was too warm to snow and not cold enough for the rain droplets to form into ice. The past week had been nothing but rain, all day everyday it rained. I was never one for the rain, it was cold, it was wet and it was miserable. Y/n loved the rain, she loved the way it felt on her skin, the way it smelt, the way it sounded as it hit the roof she adored it. So it made me happy when I saw how happy Y/n was with the rain.

Sometimes I worried about her, she was one of those people that were always so happy and kind to others but you knew deep down inside something was wrong. I knew she had depression and anxiety, I knew she had sleep problems but she always hid it from the rest of the world. I was one of the few fortunate people to know of this. I remember when I met her for the first time when I joined AEW, she was a writer for the show. I remember thinking she was a bit young for such a professional job but she was quick to show that her age didn’t define her skills. The ideas she came up with, the creativity she had was truly amazing. Maybe that’s why I fell in love with her.

I knew it would be scandalous, people would talk. How would you feel knowing that the two of us shared a 22 year age gap as she was 28 and I was 50. I knew how wrong it was, I knew I was too old for her but she was unlike anyone I had ever met before. We didn’t need to have a romantic relationship per say but I needed to get to know her, I had to know every detail about her. Somewhere along the line we fell in love and here we are, together in our shared home enjoying the rain on a miserable Tuesday night.

I could tell something was up from the moment Y/n and I returned from last week's episode of Dynamite. I offered for the two of us to go on a mini vacation since there was no Collision this week but Y/n claimed she had to get work done for Revolution. That was fine, I knew she had a lot of work but sometimes I worried that she was doing too much. Y/n had all her paperwork spread out on our large dining room table as she sat working on her computer and sorting paperwork all day. She would have the fireplace on for warmth and had the calming rain in the background as she worked nonstop. It got to the point where she was up before I was and went to bed after me. Some nights I don’t even think she went to bed. Tonight was no different, as I twisted and turned in my sleep I rolled over and felt the familiar empty cold spot next to me. I checked the time and it was around 3am, how is she still up? As I slowly crept down the stairs I assumed Y/n would be in the kitchen still working but when I checked she wasn’t there. I searched the house and was starting to get scared when I couldn't find her.

Just then I noticed a pile of blankets sitting on the window sill. “What’s wrong honey?” I asked Y/n gently as I carefully sat next to her. “I can’t sleep” “Why don’t you come up to bed and just lie down” “I can’t” “Why not honey? What’s the matter?” I knew not to push too hard in this situation but In order for me to help her I needed more details. I noticed the open computer and knew that this was due to all the stress she was under. “How can I help? Tell me what I can do to help you. I need to know what’s wrong in order to help you!” “I just can’t” “Can’t what honey?” “I can’t do this. I’m so tired but I can’t sleep, I have so much work and everytime I finish one thing five more new things show up” Y/n was now facing me and I could tell how tired she really was. Poor thing looked exhausted and I knew with Revolution being two weeks away this would only get worse.

“Do you want me to talk to TK-” “NO!, no ...sorry, I shouldn't have said anything Christian. I’m sorry I woke you up. It’s nothing really…I…” “Don’t ever apologize alright. That’s what I’m here for Y/n. I don’t care if you wake me up at 1am or 3am, I will be there for you during every sleepless night alright. I love you so much, I can’t even explain it. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I promise you I will be there for you for every second of it okay?” I noticed a few tears fall from Y/n’s face and I was quick to wipe them away. “You alright?” I asked her “I’m just so tired” I hated seeing Y/n like this but unfortunately this is part of the job. “I know baby, I know. Let’s go to bed” “Can you carry me?” How could I say no to that? I carefully carried Y/n upstairs before tucking her securely under the sheets. I held her close as I waited for her to fall asleep before even attempting to fall asleep myself. “Thank you Christian” “Anytime my love, now get some rest. We have a flight tomorrow”

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agentwhiskeysdarlin · 1 year

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A Look Out On Forever

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: NC-17 18+

Warnings: so much tooth rotting fluff, camping (or glamping truthfully) fun, domestic bliss, smutty good times, oral (female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, this is just so cute

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Notes: Welp another little archived fic for you guys. This was orginally suppose to be a kinktober fic for sleepy sex but I decided to shelf it after writing what was posted. I thought this would be a good very cute, fluffy, fun and smutty fic to share. Plus who doesn’t love a cute engagement fic. Thank you to @clint-aww-no-barton as always. Thank you all for your continued support. I hope the spark for writing comes back soon so I can write new things for all of you. I have one more archived fic coming and it’s a heart shattering fic you will need tissues for so linger in this one as long as you can.

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The world opened up in front of you in the most breathtaking view. Snow capped mountains and the greenery of trees mixed together. The clouds seemed to play with the peaks, dancing along them. The sun was currently hiding but it still held it’s place high in the sky. You had made perfect time. A gentle hand rubbed up your back, seconds after you placed your backpack by your feet. You looked up, seeing Jack looking out at the view as well.

“It’s beautiful,” you spoke so softly, the words seeming to disappear right off your lips.

“It truly is. We made it just in time for it to be our view for lunch.”

Jack spoke and you broke into a small smile looking back up at him, gazing into his eyes. He turned fully as his other hand cupped your right cheek, and he brushed his lips against yours. It was a gentle kiss but you could feel the hunger behind it all the same. You smiled up at him, sighing at the contentment you felt in this moment.

You and Jack had been together for three years now, and in celebration you decided to go camping. You had made a list early on, when you knew Jack was it for you, of activities you wanted to do with him. When he took some time off from Statesmam and asked what you wanted to do, camping had been the first thing out of your mouth. Although Jack’s idea of camping was a bit different than yours. He had insisted on bringing his RV and after bickering with him for days you let the man win.

“Let’s sit and eat,” Jack spoke, before his hands were gone and he was pulling his own backpack off.

You pulled a blanket from your pack and spread it out over the rocks, far enough from the cliff edge to be comfortable, but the view still perfect. You and Jack had split the load, and you both pulled things out until you had a full spread in front of you. The two of you ate your sandwiches in blissful silence, just taking in the world around you.

After finishing lunch, the two of you fell into easy conversation, moving closer to each other. He made you laugh and every single time you looked into his eyes, you could see the love that shone in them. He gave you butterflies, just as he always had. You let your eyes move back out over the ledge, noting the sun was slowly starting to move down behind the mountains.

“We should probably get back while we have plenty of light.”

Your voice held a sigh, not wanting to leave. You stood and so did Jack, gathering your things up.

“Hang on darlin’,” Jack spoke and you turned to him.

He was looking at you and the look on his face made your stomach clench.

“Jack what’s wrong?”

“I…I hadn’t completely decided to do this until we came up here and I saw the look on your face. I knew then that I had to do it now.”

“Jack?” You stared, confused, as you watched him.

The man fell to one knee in front of you and your heart stopped. Your hand went up to your mouth muffling your gasp.

“I knew the second I laid my eyes on you, that you were it for me. It took a lot for me to work everything out, after what happened in my past, but I knew without a doubt you were the answer to everything. I love you more than words could ever express, and I wish you would do me the honor of marrying this ol’ cowboy.”

“Jack Daniels…I want nothing more in the world,” your words choked up as the tears started, and a smile so wide it could have broken your face spread over your lips.

Jack lit up at your answer, quickly slipped the beautiful ring he had been holding onto your finger. Your brought your hand up to look it over. It wasn’t anything massive, just a simple diamond on a silver band. It was perfect. This moment was perfect. Jack stood and you watched him, before you all but threw yourself at him and the two of you kissed deeply. Then Jack had your feet off the ground and spinning you in a quick circle. You let out a giggle, before your feet landed back on the rock under you.

“Let’s head back fiancé,” Jack smiled big and you knew that would be your new pet name until he could officially call you wife.

You were perfectly okay with that. He took your hand, after slipping on your backpacks, and you started back down the trail to the RV.

The sun had painted the sky such beautiful colors, that you and Jack couldn’t stop from finding another small clearing, to see another version of the view you had just left. It was so beautiful but you couldn’t linger long. The two of you made it back to the RV with just a bit of light left in the sky.

Jack opened the door for you and you stepped inside, taking in the coolness of the small area. It wasn’t massive, just big enough for a bed, a tiny bathroom, a kitchen and a small table that folded up. It was perfect for the two of you though. You slipped your backpack off, feeling the exhaustion hit you suddenly.

“I’m going to go shower.”

“Alright darlin’,” Jack kissed your forehead and let you go.

After the two of you had quick showers, you crawled into bed with heavy eyes. Jack came after you, crawling over you, his lips brushing over yours. At first it was a soft kiss but then Jack deepened it, his hips brushed against yours. You let out a sigh against his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck with lazy arms. After awhile he finally pulled away, and you were met with lust blown eyes.

“Jack how do you even have it in you to do this?” You laughed with a horse voice.

“It’s you darlin’. The effect you have on me. Plus, we need to celebrate.”

“I’m so tired,” you whined softly even though you could feel that familiar heat in the pit of your stomach.

“I am too darlin’ but we can have a little quicky can’t we?”

The pout he gave you made you giggle, and shake your head, but he already knew he was going to win this.

“Alright fine, fine.”

He did a small victory shimmy that made you throw your head back laughing. When your eyes fluttered back open slightly, you were met with that look that sent butterflies through your stomach. Jack’s head dipped and his lips fell to your neck. Gentle kisses trailed down your body, clothes being discarded as he went. Until he settled between your legs. He looks so relaxed as he dipped his head and sent you spinning.

He knew how to use his mouth and within seconds he had you moaning, head back and your fingers threaded through his brown locks. Then you pulled, signaling him to stop before he is back up your body, taking another path back to your lips. When they fall to yours, you taste yourself there and moan, the feeling of sinking into the mattress washing over you.

Jack’s clothes are gone between kisses and then he entered you. He thrusted much faster and harder than you thought he would and flipped you over. He positioned you flat on your stomach, the blanket under you brushing deliciously on your clit, as he fucks you from behind.

“Jack I’m close,” you whimper out, turning your head.

“Just a little longer angel,” he groans and his thrusts become sloppy.

He brings you up against his chest as he keeps going, one arm holding you up and the other snaking around to rub at your clit.

“Cum with me angel,” his voice is deep and gruff in your ear and you fall apart.

The world disappears and nothing else is left but you and Jack. He keeps going, working you both through your highs, only stilling long enough to empty himself inside of you. He says sweet things in your ear, and you come down sleepily sated. He’s gentle as he removes himself and lays you back down.

“Let me get something to clean you up with darlin’. Stay awake just a little longer for me,” his speaks to you in a hushed tone, a kiss pressed to your temple before he’s gone.

He returns to find you hanging on to the waking world by a thread. He’s soft as he cleans you, before settling you both under the covers. He pulls you to him and with one last kiss to the forehead, he deems it time to sleep with a sweet goodnight. The last word you hear before slipping to blissful sleep is “fiancé.” You don’t stop the small smile that plays on your lips as you slip into dreams, that are in no way better than the life you are living.

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asumictransl · 7 months

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Voice in Blue Guest Messages

translation on (09/22/2023)

From the Voice in Blue concert booklet

Messages from Asumi Rio's four top musumeyaku, and her classmate!

Content below the cut

Ranno Hana

Q1. What comes to mind when you think of Asumi Rio?

In the past, meat! The day before a shinjin kouen or shonichi she would take me out to eat some meat and then we’d quickly disperse! Ah... I wish I could say something cuter. Asumi, how are you doing now?

Q2. If you could appear together in a show together again, what kind of relationship would you like to play?

I love her Matsugae Kiyoaki in Spring Snow, so an extremely sadistic and arrogant person...... No, wait, I’d like to bicker on stage with an extremely arrogant Asumi (laughs)!

Q3. A message for Asumi Rio’s 20th Anniversary

Asumi, congratulations on your 20th anniversary. From her hatsubutai in Senor Don Juan, even when I was a fan, I always watched Asumi shining on stage...... Then I too became a part of Moon Troupe, and we were paired together for the first time in Fancy Dance’s chuuzume, then from there it was every performance. Then there was the Yume no Ukihashi shinjin kouen, then my transfer, and then finally our fateful reunion in Flower Troupe. She also had that truly unexpected Elisabeth ohirome. I was happy from the bottom of my heart to be able to sing, dance, and act with her again.

Asumi Rio is a glimmer of hopeful light!! Throughout these 20 years, I’ve always felt this way. Today I’d like to celebrate with all of my love with the other former wives and you guys!

Kano Maria

Q1. What comes to mind when you think of Asumi Rio?

Courage.

I was able to study under and be guided by such an incredibly courageous person known as Asumi Rio. Even after accomplishing a beautiful change from otokoyaku to actress, the way I see courage in her is everlasting. She would give me advice on how to be better on stage while wiping away my tears, and when I almost fell down the stairs in stage rehearsals she firmly grabbed me and saved me...... There’s too many times like that to list where her courage was on display!

Q2. If you could appear together in a show together again, what kind of relationship would you like to play?

Something unlike in our Takarazuka era with a simple set, like a play dialogue heavy show, and our roles being close to one another (what a luxury that would be). Something like a relationship between two people who happened to be sitting next to each other on the shinkansen, or two regular customers to a cozy cafe...... My dreams are endless.

Q3. A message for Asumi Rio’s 20th Anniversary

Congratulations on your 20th anniversary. I am truly honored to be able to be a part of your celebratory concert. Asumi will always be my driving force. For that ever-shining person, from the bottom of my heart here is my utmost respect and thanks. Here’s to a wonderful concert!

Senna Ayase

Q1. What comes to mind when you think of Asumi Rio?

Hydrangeas!

I heard that she liked them, and whenever hydrangeas come in season and begin to bloom I always think of Asumi. Nowadays, whenever I see a pretty one blooming on the roadside I always get happy and take a picture...... so now my phone’s camera roll is full of pictures (laughs). At some point they became one of my favorite flowers!

Q2. If you could appear together in a show together again, what kind of relationship would you like to play?

Childhood friends! I think it would be really fun to play an affectionate drinking scene talking to each other. I always thought that scenes where Asumi was drunk were so excellent and impressive, so the fans must also love it, right?!

Q3. A message for Asumi Rio’s 20th Anniversary

Congratulations on your 20th anniversary! I have been so moved and inspired by the way you always think so thoroughly about your roles and pour all the love that you have into playing each and every one. To be able to celebrate such a momentous anniversary with you makes me truly happy. I’ll sing with every bit of heart and care.

Yuki Hana

Q1. What comes to mind when you think of Asumi Rio?

She never compromises anything no matter what.

If she has the slightest bit of time, she’s training, practicing her singing, it’s an image that’s seared into my brain... her after rehearsals alone doing those voluntary trainings. Of course her costumes and accessories as well, and her specific angles, etc; she’s particular about everything down to the millimeter. Witnessing that part of Asumi up close, spending those years with her, it gave me truly invaluable experiences in my life.

Q2. If you could appear together in a show together again, what kind of relationship would you like to play?

I really love Asumi singing “Ai wo tomenai de” in her concert Love Arena (I love any Asumi though) just before she retired, and I think the lyrics, “Because I will protect you no matter what,” were a nosebleed moment for everyone else too. Just like these lyrics, my delusion is wanting to see a delinquent Asumi, and get taken out on a date by said delinquent Asumi...

Q3. A message for Asumi Rio’s 20th Anniversary

Asumi, congratulations on your 20th anniversary. I am truly happy to be able to celebrate with you like this. I am the utmost grateful for the miracle of having Asumi come to live as Asumi Rio, and being able to meet and hold such a relationship like this. I will continue to pray for Asumi’s continued health and happiness from here on.

Nagina Ruumi

Q1. What comes to mind when you think of Asumi Rio?

A translucent being. Going back to around 23 years ago, on the day of Takarazuka’s entrance exam day, I passed by Sayumi* in the hallway and I had to look again because she was shining with cuteness and beauty. ‘These are the kind of girls that get accepted,’ I thought. Our examination numbers were close, and we also sat opposite of each other once, such translucent skin and beauty, I just sat there and gazed at her without thinking. Even now this hasn’t changed a bit, when we had the chance to do a job together for the first time in forever the other day, I excitedly threw out a barrage of questions like, “Why are you so cute!” “Why do you just glow like that!” (laughs).

Q2. If you could appear together in a show together again, what kind of relationship would you like to play?

When we performed together we were parent and child, so something outside of that, as long as the roles are sufficiently intertwined with each other!

Q3. A message for Asumi Rio’s 20th Anniversary

Congrats on your 20th anniversary concert. When you think about it, we have a 20-some year relationship. Not just your translucent beauty, but also that translucent* heart you have always had continues to heal me. An actress that with such translucence added on top of the talent of working hard, has the charm of being able to be painted in any role. I have nothing but respect for her. I’m truly happy to have been classmates with Sayumi, and now once again be able to star with her like this. She has an irreplaceable existence. Here’s to eternity, from now until we become (grandpas?) grandmas.

I’m truly looking forward to Sayumi’s continued growth in her life as an actress. Notes:

*Mirio's real name is Sayumi, so this is what her classmates call her.

*What Kacha means by 'translucent heart' likely some sens of 'pure', but she uses the same word she used to describe her beauty so I kept it for effect.

Wow long time no post... It's not that I haven't been trying to translate I've just never finished anything lol. But yes its been a crazy year both in terms of Mirio and just normal life!! I'm sure most of you know my Mirio happenings (if you don't just know I'm living my best life), and who would have guessed that even though theater is so much fun, going on top of school and work stills drains so much energy out of you. I'm going to do my best to translate more things out of this concert booklet because it honestly has so much content and the concert was just, long story short, amazing. Thanks for reading!!

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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月が綺麗ですね > 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞 ᴅᴀʏ sɪx > sᴀʙᴏ x ғ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

♡ request: @cupidcream asked: hi! if requests are open for the new event, could i have sabo with “your sweet perfume” ? and maybe childhood friends to lovers? thank you! (and sorry if requests aren’t open and i read the post wrong!!) ♡ tw: sfw. adaptation to a modern au about Sabo's memory lose and Dragon being his adoptive father. This was a perfect request for him, since I've always had the hc he smells like burnt caramel for some reason! SPOILER alert: "emperor of flames/ entei" is a canon name he receives, I won't state in which situation, since it hasn't been animated but yep, it's canon :P. ٠ wc: 1.4k ٠ ♡ masterlist ٠taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @alexkanroji @jenwooly |

The scent of burnt caramel, that perfume he always had… the scent every morning now, invades your senses and makes you smile…

“Sabo, my knee!” you cried. His golden curls, a missing tooth, his big hat coming closer. “What happened, (Name)!?” he asked, crunching on your side, inspecting your scraped knee. As sweet as a little boy can be, he took the time to clean and cure each and every single scratch you ever did to your body. And you did too.

Living in Baltigo, a big orphanage wasn’t easy, especially for two little kids. However, both stick to each other to survive. Became the best of friends, almost like brother and sister.

But… when you finally found an adoptive family, you and him had to separate… but, there was something you always remembered of him; the scent of his skin. It was so sweet and special. It was like how little animals recognize their family and the burnt caramel perfume of his skin never left your memory… because you could never reach out to him, ever again.

Even if you begged your parents to go visit him, the people from the orphanage told you he had escaped… and you never, ever, saw him again.

Years passed. You have become a uni student, and life couldn’t be better. Your new year starting, meeting new people always excited you. “Politics here I go. I still remember when Sabo and I debated every night about the disparity of this world, we were just kids!… I hope you are proud of me, wherever you are” you murmur, holding to your backpack and walking proudly to the first lecture of the day.

As you shake some snow off your boots, you see someone pass you haven’t seen before. Golden wavy locks, a long dark blue coat, gloved hands, and a face hiding under a black beret. For a second you smell something sweet, something familiar.

You blink twice, staying there in the middle of the lecture hall entrance. Some people ask for you to move, others plainly push you. But you can’t move. Could he be…?

“(Name)! Hey! Earth calling (Name)!” Koala, your friend, and classmate pulls you out of your own world of doubts.

“Hey, Koko! Ye- yes. Sorry, what were you saying?” you ask, shaking your head. It cannot be… after so many years…

“Come on, class is gonna start and you are there standing! It looks like you’ve seen a ghost girl! What happened?” she asks, looking at your still surprised face.

“N-nothing, love. Let’s go, let’s get a spot before the class starts”

You try to find that young man that walked pass you a couple of minutes ago, but you can’t see him sitting anywhere. You start to think he was just the product of your imagination, but… that scent… that burnt caramel perfume…

You sit, and while you take out your laptop some sweet voice makes you look at the blackboard in front of you. That young man, the golden locks boy… he is sitting right in the professor’s desk.

He has a burn scar over his left eye…

“Hello class, I’m gonna be the new professor for Politics this year! Nice to meet you, you can call me Sabo!”

A single tear runs through your cheek, you can’t even blink… Sabo? Your sweet “flame emperor” as he liked to be called when you were playing in the dried brownish piles of leaves during chilly autumns at the orphanage.

“(Name)… what- what is it? Are you ok?” Koala asks, shaking your arm as she sees you cry and smile at the same time.

“That’s- I finally- I finally found him, Koko! that’s Sabo!” you murmur, breathing for the first time all the oxygen your lungs could get, because your heart has begun to beat completely, because you were complete now…

He crosses sight with you, giving you that sweet smile you used to remember. He hasn’t change a thing. But he has become a man, a handsome man.

You are delighted with the class he imparts. But can’t wait until it’s over. You only want to hug him, to tell him who you are. And, forty minutes (that felt like a total torture to your anxiety) after, the lecture is finally over and every classmate is out of the room, except for you…

You stand up, running down the stairs that get you to the desk and scream his name. “Sabo!!” you shout, jumping on and hugging him. He still smells like burnt caramel; he does. He really does. The warmth of his skin feels so familiar, that’s your Sabo.

He walks back, receiving you in his arms but he is absolutely scared of you. “WH- Who- who are you?” he asks, leaving you frozen. There is no way he isn’t recognizing you.

“Sabo! It’s me! (Name)! What happened to your eye? Are you ok?” you -almost- yell trying to feel the bumpiness of his eye scar.

“Excuse me. But- I have- Apparently, I had a big accident and I can’t remember anything before my adoptive father picked me from the streets. I’m really sorry if you belonged to my past but I can’t remember you” he whispered, with sad eyes.

Your happy face turns into a bleak one. How comes he doesn’t remember you? But the scent of his skin, and… your memories? You choke back tears, everything can be fixed, you are sure. “Then you and I should go have some coffee, and I will tell you who am I!” you chime, yet with teary eyes.

But, Sabo is now your professor…

“Dear, I can’t do that… I’m your professor now… I- I can’t go on a date with a student you-“ he tries to excuse himself, with blushed cheeks, looking right to the side. He certainly finds you interesting, gorgeous… but he couldn’t…

You stiffen up your back. He thinks this is gonna be a date?

“No, Sabo… listen, I wasn’t trying to act disrespectfully towards you. I know you are my professor, but you don’t understand… we- we were like siblings back then! I wanted to tell you about our past…” you try to explain, but he stops you by grabbing your hand.

Sabo takes some air. He is surely scared of facing the past, but he doesn’t really know why. And his eyes burn like flames when looking at you. The warmth of the leather glove on your hand feels like a distant memory you have never lived before. “I- I guess we could have some coffee after I’m finished with my classes then. If you don’t mind, could you remind me of your name, please?”

“I’m (Name). And sure, I’ll be here by the time you are finished, “my sweet emperor of flames”” you mumble the last part, turning around and walking towards the door. Your hair flows with your motions, and the scent of your sweet perfume meets his pointy nose.

And right before leaving, you hear a loud thump against the floor. “Sabo?!” you gasp, seeing him kneeling on the ground with tears on his steel eyes. Running to his help, you kneel right in front of him.

“Your- your sweet perfume… (Name)… I- I- it’s you… you have always smelled like marshmallows to me… I just remember how in love I was with you…”

“Sabo? You were in love with me?” you ask, gawking but wiping the tears off his eyes with your thumb. You had always had a crush with him, but you always thought it was only you… and little by little you accepted you were only like her little sister. A little sister he wanted to protect.

“I- You-“ he blushes intensely. But, he hugs you so tight. And the sweet fragrances of your skins meet once again… a sweet perfume only you could perceive, the scents of your souls… “I don’t give a fuck about the rules, please… let’s go on a date!”

As many as you want, my emperor of flames… 💖

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—𝟐𝟕 - 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭... 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 | 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing: getou suguru x fem!reader

summary: anonymous musician, kogane, had been dropping non-hints of who they were since they first began releasing music to the students of tokyo metropolitan technical college nine months ago to the frustration of everyone ever.

getou suguru, long-time (arguably #1) fan and campus heartthrob with a reputation is determined to find out exactly who they are before he graduates, and he has no idea where to start. that is, until resident idiot and best friend and roommate, gojo satoru, points him in the direction of you, the musical genius behind kogane

word count: 9.3k

a/n: thank you for waiting for this chapter! just a few content warnings before we start! there are mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression, and depictions of grief. i really want to emphasize that things that suguru goes through are not pretty and he did deal with heavy loss, which shows in the flashbacks and even now. please take care of yourselves!

[12:39 PM]

Gojo Satoru met Getou Suguru when he was fifteen. Getou was a new student who tested into the high school of their greater school which was an all-grade educational program from kindergarten to twelfth grade, but one had to test into every new division, so when Gojo Satoru went from middle school to high school, he sat next to a tall boy with long black hair during the exam despite knowing he’d get in by his parents recommendation alone.

The same boy with long black hair would ask if he could sit next to Satoru on the first day of class.

“Getou Suguru,” he introduces himself politely, smiling. He’s tying his hair up into a bun, sweeping hair that falls out behind his ear, and Satoru looks over his sunglasses at the boy. His smile is warm and easy, his eyes gleaming with an eager, sharp glint. “You’re Gojo Satoru, right? We were next to each other at the exam.”

“Yeah. I remember you.” He pulls the chair out and cocks his head. “Seat’s free.”

Satoru only truly began to know Suguru when they were seventeen, standing in a cemetery with snow falling all around them.

“Suguru,” he murmurs, approaching the boy who’s grown taller and skinnier in the years since they’ve met. The row of tombstones Suguru stands between are their silent witnesses, the air still and quiet away from the mumble of the attendees.

It’s only been a few weeks since she died. The funeral process was long and arduous. Riko’s family had invited them both to the private wake and cremation, while a public funeral service was held a week after the fire.

Suguru declined to speak at the public service, so Satoru went up in his place, but none of his words felt right, and they still sit all janky on his tongue even now as he stops by his best friend. Now, the forty-ninth day since Riko’s death, they’ve returned to inter her ashes, and Satoru thought, perhaps a bit foolishly, that because shijūkunichi has finally come, the grief would get easier.

And maybe, for Satoru, it has.

It’s why he feels the need to approach Suguru, who has slipped away to a far off corner of this haunted place, away from the rest of the small crowd gathered. Satoru has always latched on carelessly to whatever Suguru anchors to, but now Suguru is the one drifting, so maybe he has to step up. It makes him feel awkward, and out of his depth, but his best friend is going too far out—far enough that if Satoru waits any longer, he knows that Suguru won’t come back.

Shit, he thinks, sighing. When did everything get so fucked up?

Satoru stops a few paces back, hesitant to completely enter the far off world Suguru has crafted for himself since the fire. “What are you doing over here?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” Suguru asks, a bit muffled, except it doesn’t sound like Suguru anymore. It sounds like someone taking hold of his best friend’s body and puppeting his mouth in a droning, lifeless monotone. “Trying to smoke.”

“Smoking at a funeral is classy,” snorts Satoru, walking until he is right next to him. There’s a frantic click, the sound of chattering teeth, and blue eyes fall to his best friend. Suguru’s hands are shaking around the lighter, and Satoru reaches over to steady his hand, clamping his entire fist over Suguru’s so that he can’t keep trying. A cigarette hangs, twitching, between Suguru’s trembling lips. Satoru’s gut drops. “Suguru, you know you can’t do that here.”

Suguru drops his hand away, but he doesn’t keep trying to ignite the butt of the smoke pinched between his teeth. “Why not? Who’s going to tell me to stop? Shoko?”

“Well, no, but…” Satoru struggles to put what he wants to say into words. “You’re the righteous one, Suguru. Preach about the side effects of smoking, and how it’ll kill you if you keep being careless. All the nasty shit like cancer and getting ugly really fast, and…” When did it get so hard to talk to him? “Besides, they taste awful.”

“Awful,” echoes Suguru, putting his cigarette back into his box. “Right. I dunno. I’ve tasted shittier things.” His boots shift in the crust of snow, and he sighs, breath misting. A beat. Then, he tosses the box of cigarettes towards Satoru who snatches it mid-air, tucking it and his hands into his jacket pockets. He glances back to make sure he won’t trip, before he backs up and finds himself a seat on a headstone. Resting his ankle on his knee, Satoru lets his shoulders slump forward.

Suguru sighs, looking up at the sky. “I’m getting hungry.”

“You’ve lost some weight,” Satoru says, peering over his sunglasses. “An appetite is good.”

“I guess that’s true.” Suguru tilts his head over his shoulder, and a faint curve at his mouth makes him only look more tired. “I didn’t eat this morning. I felt too full.”

To be fair, Satoru barely managed to keep a bowl of oatmeal down. “Do you want to get something to eat?”

“We should probably wait for the rest of ‘em.”

“Fuck it. They won’t miss us too much.”

“Kuroi-san might. She brought me those packets of soy milk cartons… and I said I’d get them later.” Suguru looks away again, and Satoru does not feel like he’s sitting two feet away from Suguru. He is sitting across a stormy ocean and his best friend is a speck in the distance, so impossibly far to reach. He could scream himself bloody, and Suguru would not turn around. “She said now that Riko’s dead, there’s no one else who’ll drink them, but she keeps buying the stuff out of habit.”

“She’ll understand. You could give some to your sisters.”

“The twins don’t like soy milk. My parents only buy it for me ‘cause I’m the only one who drinks it. They keep fucking asking me…” Suguru shakes his body out, his hair sliding over his shoulders in dull ripples of black before turning to look at Satoru. “Nevermind, yeah, why don’t we get something to eat.”

Satoru drives Suguru’s car for the first time on that day, and they eat, and drink, and it’s almost normal.

It’s almost untouched by death.

Except everywhere Suguru goes, the air decays, and Satoru breathes every second of it in. Suguru is Satoru’s shadow, but Satoru’s light is fading the longer he looks at his best friend struggling to even think about his next moment. He knows the he doesn’t mean to ruin everything. It’s partly Satoru’s fault, too—every time he looks at Suguru, all he can imagine is Riko and how she’s dead.

They walk the streets, chatting idly about nothing, until a store catches Suguru’s eye.

“Follow me,” he says, grabbing Satoru’s hand, and pulling him into the store. Letting out a surprised noise, he grabs onto his sunglasses and lets Suguru pull him into the store. Suguru grins at all the dispensers and aisles of the different candy, and grabs his wallet, turning to the white-haired boy.

“What are you doing?” he asks, bemused.

“You like candy, don’t you? Sweet-tooth.” Disappearing between the shelves of the convenience store, Suguru picks packets off the shelves, and drops them into a basket he’s snatched. “I’ve been an ass,” he acknowledges, “but you’re sticking by me, so I gotta repay you.”

“I’d stick by your sorry ass even after death,” Satoru says, and means it more than he thinks. Suguru’s smile flickers, and the cracked sternum Satoru has been living with since he got the call of smoke circling the sky at his school, aches like an old knee in the rain. His heart sags. “You’re my best friend.”

“I know.”

“I know you know. I just wanna remind you,” he answers. “And don’t pay for this shit. Pay me back for something that really matters. Not money. I’ve got enough of that to last a lifetime, alright?”

Suguru nods. “Alright.”

What Satoru doesn’t know is that when his best friend goes home that afternoon, he pours the three-quarters full soy milk down the sink, and leaves his house, empty carton in hand.

[FIVE YEARS LATER, AT THE SAME TIME]

“You said your boyfriend was coming?”

“Mhm, yeah.”

“One matcha latté, one iced americano, and one iced vanilla latté.”

“Thank you.” You watch as the server unloads their drinks onto the table, throat too tight to even speak, and you stare at your matcha so you don’t have to look up at the man sitting across from you, watching with an unreadable gaze. It makes you want to squirm out of your skin, to find out what it looks like when he looks at you when he thinks you’re not watching. “He’s late,” Sukuna observes.

“He had repetoire that ended at twelve-thirty,” you reply. “It’s on the other side of campus.”

“So, he’s a dancer?”

You nod, your phone tight in your hands underneath the table. Struggling not to glance at your screen, you finally look up at Sukuna who takes a sip of his drink. He looks the same. Same pink hair, same chiselled face that’s only grown sharper with age, same cropped length and big build and strong jaw, observant eyes that seem to catch everything, even when it doesn’t look like he’s looking.

Your heart aches, and you cup your drink, hoping the iciness will melt into your burning hands.

“How did you guys meet?” he asks casually.

“School project.”

“Your music stuff, right?”

Another nod. He clears his throat.

“If I thought I’d do all the talking, I would’ve done this over a phone call,” he remarks dryly, and your eyes meet his. He half-smiles wryly, and arches a dark eyebrow. “You used to be really talkative with me.”

“It’s been five years, Sukuna. Don’t you think that that sort of time should allow for some sort of rust?”

“True,” he allows. “Still.”

“Are we just going to keep dancing around the subject?” you breathe softly, and his eyes widen just barely. Sukuna tries to make himself hard to read, but you hate that even now you can see what guilt looks like. He looks away, expression darkening. “Isn’t that why you asked to meet up with me? So we can talk about this stuff?”

“I tried. You insisted that whole time that it was fine. I kept asking you if we were okay, and every time you said that it was water under the bridge,” he reminds you evenly. “That’s what you said.”

“I didn’t mean it. I was trying to fucking cope and not lose you as my friend.” You shake your head just as the door chimes to signify a new arrival. “We were friends, but… Sukuna, I—“

“Sunbeam,” a voice interrupts, and you tear your eyes away to see a familiar shape walking over. He’s dressed in loose clothes, and he carries his gym bag. Sweat sticks to his skin, and you wonder if he ran all the way here as he lets out a breath, shoulders rising and falling rapidly. You scoot over and he slides into the booth with you, kissing your temple. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you whisper, and he scans your expression before smiling and turning to look at the third person at the table. Sukuna’s eyes narrow at the intruder, sizing him up, and you place a hand on Suguru’s leg still pulsing with energy. “Uh, introductions. Getou Suguru, meet…” and the name catches but you swallow and bear it, “Ryomen Sukuna.”

“Nice to meet you,” Suguru says, and his hand clasps on your own comfortingly. Sukuna smiles.

“Nice to meet you, too. (Name)’s told me a little about you. All good things.”

Suguru grins, but it’s not warm like you’re used to. His hand squeezes tighter, and your heart rots at the anger behind his eyes. “I’m sure she’s lying.”

If Sukuna notices, he doesn’t comment on it.

“This is yours,” you say, taking the vanilla latté and dragging it over to him, and he thanks you quickly before taking a sip. Your mind is a whirl, any thought you wanted to voice disappearing into fine sand. When Sukuna had texted you to set this meeting up, you had been with Suguru at a park sharing bottles of ramune and street food they had bought, and in between sweet strawberry kisses and the feeling of his hand on your face, you remember when he convinced you that he’d behave well if he came with you, how you let him take your phone to formulate a response with your approval.

You admit, knowing that Suguru’s so protective over you comforts your nerves more than Yuuta would’ve. After all, Sukuna doesn’t know a thing about Suguru, and Suguru has a flair of creating more game plans than needed. They have the advantage.

Suguru will keep you on the straight and narrow. He’ll keep you focused. He’ll…

“Baby,” he whispers in your ear, and you blink, looking at him. He tilts his head. “You feeling okay?”

You quickly nod. “Mhm.”

He observes you for a moment, disbelieving. Then, he kisses you forehead and you force yourself to pay attention to the conversation at hand. Suguru’s gaze flashes between the two of you, and a tug at your stomach forces you to smile at him.

“So, anything you want to talk about?” you ask politely.

“Well, tell me what you’ve been up to for the past few years. It’s been a while.��

“Nothing, really,” you reply. “Just university.”

“Music?”

“Yeah.” You look down at your drink and Sukuna chuckles. “Mostly composing, songwriting, that kind of stuff. I dabble in production.”

“She’s the best in her program,” Suguru says. You shoot him a skeptical look. “What?”

“You’re biased because I’m your project partner,” you tell him but he shakes his head.

“No, I’m not. You just are.”

“Suguru—“

“I believe him,” Sukuna inputs, tearing two pairs of eyes away from each other. “You practiced until your fingers bled for every school event. I remember you would bring your guitar to classes, and I’ve got a few bruises to count for it falling on me.”

“It was an accident every time,” you shoot back, your smile turning more genuine. “And I’m sure the bruises have disappeared by now.”

“A concussion or two…”

“Shut up,” you snap. “You’re always so dramatic. I always wondered why all the girls fell for your mystery when, really, you’re a big crybaby.”

“Says you.”

“(Name) being a crybaby?” Suguru cuts in, voice neutral. He gazes at you, eyebrows arched. “I don’t believe it.”

“She’s a big crybaby,” Sukuna affirms, the corner of his mouth pulling up slightly. His eyes narrow and you’re taken aback by the fondness there. “Every time we watched a sad video or read a tragedy in class, I had to ready the tissues, and that time she cried because someone pushed me down the stairs… or that other time when you thought Kashimo was trying to kill me…”

“He was trying to kill you because his girlfriend broke up with him for you,” you complain, face heating up. Leaning forward, you glare at him. “You showed up to class with a black eye.”

“Badge of honour.”

You shake your head, your lips twitching into a smile before you realize what you’re doing and you blink, drawing back and crossing your arms over your chest. Sukuna notices immediately, and you glance at Suguru who’s staring hard into his vanilla latté. Clearing your throat, you reach for his arm, and your boyfriend glances at you, pasting a smile on immediately at your concerned expression.

“We got all our drinks. Why don’t we get some air?” he suggests, eyes never leaving yours. He reaches to take your hand, and squeezes it tightly. You nod, and the three of them rise together. Sukuna moves to help you with your jacket, but Suguru reaches across you, snatches his wrist, grinning ear to ear—so wide you’re sure his cheeks hurt. You freeze.

“I got it,” he says, on the edge of snapping, and you watch his knuckles blanche.

If it hurts, Sukuna shows no sign of it. His eyes dart to Suguru’s, and there’s a moment of tense silence before the former draws back.

“Right. Force of habit,” the pink-haired man murmurs, his eyes flitting to you. You clear your throat as Suguru takes your jacket, helping you put it on before taking hold of your tote bag and helping it onto your shoulder. You smile, taking hold of your matcha before grabbing Suguru’s hand. He hauls his gym bag onto his shoulder and drains his vanilla latté before scooting out of the booth and following Sukuna out of the café. You pause, and Suguru looks back when he realizes you aren’t following.

You walk up to him, placing a hand on his chest tentatively. “Hey,” you whisper, kissing his lips. His eyes widen at the PDA, but you only flash him a supportive smile. “I like you.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “I just don’t know you like he does. I feel out of my depth.”

“You don’t need to,” you assure him quickly. “He knows someone I’m not anymore.” His gaze searches yours, and you step closer. “Suguru, we can leave now. We don’t have to keep hanging out with him. I know it’s not fair to put you in this position and I’d rather cut him off than make you any more uncomfortable than you already are.”

“He makes you happy,” he whispers. You open your mouth to protest, but he shakes his head. “I can tell. Talking to someone who knew you, a different version of you and maybe the person you were born as, I like seeing you so… differently. I wish I could show you what I was like when I was in highschool before Riko died.” He lifts his head to brush his lips against the crown of your head. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not. I don’t have to lie around you.” He dips his head and their mouths slot together. Your eyes slide shut as his fingers brush along your jaw. The feeling of his soft mouth against yours makes everything wipe from your head for just a second until he pulls away, and his knuckle brushes along your face. You feel the beads of his ring against your skin, and you turn to look at his hand.

His counterpart ring sits there, and you take a sip of your matcha latté, smiling.

“You’re so cute,” he mumbles, kissing your temple, and you look up at him. “Let’s not keep him waiting.”

“Okay.” This time, you take the lead out the café and you push open the door to see Sukuna outside, sucking on a vape. He blows out the smoke, and you arch an eyebrow at the device in his hand which he pockets hastily. He notes your judgemental look, and shrugs facetiously.

“Better than cigarettes, isn’t it? You always fought me on that stuff.”

“Whatever. At least it smells better,” you reply, and they start to walk back towards the buildings where you and Suguru have your next classes just in case you need to make a hasty exit. You think of the benches near the studios, and mention that as your destination.

Sukuna agrees. Suguru is silent.

You walk between them, hand-in-hand with Suguru. Their arms swing, and you lean into him as you talk to Sukuna. It’s much easier than everything betrays, and a part of you revolts at it. How can you stand there, listen to Sukuna talk about taking in his younger half-brother after his grandfather died, how that changed his life (when, a bitter part of you comments, you couldn’t), and act like this is all normal?

Suguru wraps an arm around your shoulders, and you hold onto his wrist as they near their destination.

“So, that’s why you and Itadori-kun have different last names,” you comment. “I haven’t met him or Megumi, but I’ve heard a little bit about them.”

“He and Megumi might be applying to university here.”

“Yeah, I heard.”

“Do you have any siblings, Getou-san?” Sukuna asks casually, and your boyfriend glances over.

“I have two little sisters. Twins. They’re a bit younger than your brother, though.” Suguru’s tone warms. “I have to take care of ‘em a lot, but it’s nice to have people depend on you, y’know.”

“I get that. I’m still new to taking care of him,” the other man admits, scratching his jaw. “But I guess I’m lucky to have skipped the part where he was younger.”

“Or, unlucky,” Suguru murmurs. Sukuna’s eyebrows furrow together, and you’re about to interject when someone saves you from that.

“Getou!” a voice cuts in, and the three of them look to see a woman approaching. A water bottle in hand and dressed in a leotard and a pair of thin joggers, Utahime approaches. She swipes the longer ends of her fringe out of her face back behind her ears and you raise a hand in greeting. “(Name). And, stranger.”

“Sukuna,” you supply, and Utahime eyes the man before turning to your boyfriend. Sukuna just stares back, silent.

“Are you coming to the drop-in tonight?” she asks instead, and you catch Sukuna taking another hit of his vape, blowing it over his shoulder away from you. He catches you staring and you roll your eyes.

“I dunno. I might have plans with the girlfriend,” your boyfriend answers. Utahime glances at you, but you only shrug and she lets out an annoyed sigh. “Why?”

“I’m trying to get a good grasp on who’s showing up. Some of the first years might be there early because they’re afraid of us, and if they’re gonna take up space, I wanna show up with a partner, and see if we can find a corner for ourselves just to make sure.”

“I think there’s a good reason to be afraid,” you say, smiling a little. Utahime huffs. “They see the fourth year with the scary face scar and they think they’re gonna get their asses handed to them.”

“They will if they’re anything close to cocky around me. So?” This, at Suguru.

“I can come for a bit before if you really need the manpower,” he relents. “I’m not really interested in the drop-in this week.”

“Why not?” you ask, sipping on your latté that’s mostly ice by now. “Not your style?”

“Just busy with other things.” Redirecting at Utahime, he runs a thumb underneath his bag strap. “Isn’t it a pas de deux?”

“Yeah. I thought we could partner if you came.”

“I think Choso mentioned he was going,” Suguru offers. “It won’t be too bad if he shows up.”

“I’ll shoot him a text.” Utahime glowers. “I’d rather die than pair up with a first year.”

“I know,” you murmur sympathetically, and she smiles grimly. “You’ll be fine. You’re great at dancing.”

“So are you, or so I’ve heard.” Winking, she takes a quick swig of water. Your mouth drops open, but she moves on to Getou before you can question her. “By the way, some of us were working on the Christmas showcase if you wanna come in early. When I left, Cygnets just started, but if you show up, they can probably shove you into the schedule before class starts.”

“You told her about…” You gesture vaguely and Suguru half-shrugs, looking at everyone except you. “What the fuck, dummy?”

“It was so romantic, I couldn’t help myself,” he says aloofly, but you grab his chin and make him look at you. He grins into your fingers. “What?”

“Dummy,” you repeat, squishing his cheeks. He surges forward to kiss between your eybrows and you screw up your face before he’s pulling back, smug. You let go of him, turning to look at Utahime. “Is anyone working on their projects with the music program?”

“Some fourth years are, but mostly it’s stuff we’ve got from our classes,” she answers. “I don’t think anyone’s doing their project piece.”

“We are,” Suguru says proudly.

“Really?”

“I haven’t even seen it,” you lament. “He won’t let me until it’s perfect.” You squeeze Suguru’s wrist hanging over your shoulder to grab your attention. “You should go practice, y’know.”

He frowns, eyes flicking over your shoulder. “You sure? Our classes don’t start for another forty-five minutes.” You smile, nodding. “But—“

“Trust me,” you whisper. “I really wanna see that dance, and… maybe some things we can only say when we’re alone.” Your stomach cramps in doubt, but you stubbornly ignore it, cupping his face. “I’ll be just fine, baby.” He snatches a kiss from your palm before pulling you close by the shoulders and kissing your hairline. “I’ll text you.”

“Promise.”

“Yeah.”

Utahime clears her throat, and the two look at her. “I’m going back inside with or without you, Getou.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he complains. “Such a pain.”

“I’ll beat your ass.”

“Actually, you cannot do that,” Suguru replies, his hand slipping off your shoulders. You grab hold, and he flashes you one last quick smile, one that spells out every emotion you cannot name just quite yet, and he squeezes your hand, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles before following Utahime. You watch him enter the building. He turns around and waves through the glass doors and you laugh to yourself, waving back.

It’s when he fully disappears that Sukuna speaks, and it nearly makes you jump.

He blows a trail to the sky, and says, “So, you and Getou-san seem pretty close.”

“We’re dating. I’d hope we were close,” you retort, looking to watch the smoke disappear. The weather’s mostly clear, a darker clouds dotting the sky. Sukuna inhales deeply, and you look over at him to see if he’s taking another hit, but he isn’t. “You don’t have to stay with me. Class doesn’t start for a while.”

“I don’t really have anywhere to be. I cleared my schedule.”

“For me?” You intend for it to come out sarcastic, but Sukuna nods seriously. You scoff, heading for the nearby bench. “I was joking.”

“It’s been a long time, and I wanted to get to know you again.” You sit down, and he sits at the end of the bench, leaning forward onto his knees. The distance between them is a canyon. “Now that we’re in the same place, I thought… maybe there was a chance we could go back to being friends like when we were kids.”

Your hands in your lap tighten into fists. “Sukuna, I…”

“I know it’s my fault we grew apart. A lot of things happened between us,” he acknowledges deliberately, slowly, “but we were kids. And we’re grown ups now, and it would be nice for us to be friends again.”

You shake your head. “It’s a bad idea.”

“It can’t be this bad that you even refuse to look at me.”

“No, it can be. I can’t be friends with you. This was nothing but a courtesy between whatever used to be between us,” you tell him flatly. His eyebrows knit together and you clench your fists tighter, trying not to recall the days after where you had laid in bed, listless and afraid for your body. “I don’t understand how you could even suggest that. Did you really have no idea how much you hurt me? Did you even stop to… did you even care half as much as I did about what happened that night?”

“Of course I did, but…” A restrained groan. “You don’t know how many nights I spent replaying that day over and over, knowing it was a mistake, and hating myself for ever hurting you.”

“Maybe it was a mistake to you, but it happened, and all you ever did was run away from it when I just wanted to… to know why.” You glare at him and hope it is as scalding as you want it to be. “I liked you. I had feelings for you, and you just stepped all over them like it was nothing. It may have been years ago but to me, it still… everything inside me still hurts. I feel so ugly all the time because of you.”

At least he has the grace to sound genuinely remorseful and look you in the eye. Too bad you can’t stomach it. You wrench your stare into your lap. “I’m sorry. If I knew about your feelings, I would’ve never done that.”

Your legs go numb.

Your knees feel weak and useless, just bone weights inside your flesh. You don’t think you can stand, despite how much you want to run.

You can only speak. “You didn’t… know…?”

Sukuna’s eyes do not meet yours. He stares at a distant point in the pavement. “Hurting you was the last thing I ever wanted. If I’d known, I’d have been more careful and clear with my intentions, or stopped myself. I thought both of us knew what we were doing, but I was wrong. I normally have good judgement, you know that, but when it came to you, everything felt more uncertain. One thing led to another, and it kept going until I couldn’t stop. I made a mistake, you had no part in it, and—“

“Stop calling it that!” You snap your gaze to his, and his eyes narrow at your outburst, but you don’t care about his judgement anymore. Not at this moment. You hope never again. “How can you keep calling it that? It wasn’t a mistake to me. I thought… I thought you actually had feelings for me, but you just used me.” Shooting to your feet, you turn your face away just in case you start crying and Sukuna gets to his feet slower, his fingers reaching for your wrist. You yank yourself away from him, whipping around and stumbling back, clutching your hand to your chest.

“That’s not what happened.”

“Tell me then. Tell me what happened, because you broke my heart, Sukuna! You tore down everything I ever believed in and washed your hands of it. Of me.” You clutch onto the front of your shirt where your heart feels like it’s spilling out blood between your fingers and step closer to him, teeth gnashing together. “All my friends want me to hate you, you know? And you deserve it, but I can’t. You’re doing so well for yourself, and you seem like you’ve grown a lot, and you’ve always been smart and you have everything you ever wanted, so I should hate you. I’m still stuck here, pitying myself for ever falling for you but I just can’t hate you because I have this stupid hope that maybe something happened, that it wasn’t me, and that maybe you could’ve loved me, too. After all these years, if you’d come even two months earlier, I would’ve given you another chance, and you make me feel stupid! So tell me! Tell me what I did wrong that night!”

“Nothing. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Your throat swells shut in pain, and your eyes burn as you grit your teeth. “A part of me just knew that if I went to find you, I wouldn’t have been able to let you go,” he murmurs in a way that feels less like a confession and more like a poison. Cold water dumps over you, and your eyes widen as he sighs, resting his hands on your shoulders. The first drop of rain lands on your nose, and you blink, letting out a confused, mumbled huh, and shrinking back away from him. Suddenly, you feel so small. “You’re too good for me, you know. Look at you. You can’t even hate me.”

The rain comes harder and harder until it begins to mist, and you squint against it as something burns down your face. Your clothes begin to slick against your skin. “Sukuna…”

“You’re an idiot with a big heart,” he points out, smiling at the tears racing down your face and lifting a hand to brush them away. Your face is hot with shame. How can he tell you’re crying? Are you not as unreadable as you want to be? He’s the reason you tried to be like this, and you’re still failing. “My annoying crybaby. I didn’t want to care about you, but you just… kept trying and trying, and how could I help myself?” His tone strains with something older, something born before you ever knew him. It sounds like he’s in agony, but trying to stifle it, and it punches you in the gut. “You know what I learned on that drive home after everything we did together? That I’d ruin you.”

“I could’ve fixed you. I would’ve helped,” you whisper, voice trembling, and he chuckles, the sound cold and warm both. “Why didn’t you let me?”

“Because you can’t fix people, (Name). You can try, but you just can’t. I didn’t want your help back then. I knew what you wanted, and I couldn’t be that.” He brushes his hair back, and it’s so rain-slick the droplets that cling to his hand fall back onto you when he cups your face in his hands. “You couldn’t have fixed me. I didn’t want to be fixed, and the only good thing I could do was leave you alone.” At this, regret flickers over his face like a passing shadow, but it’s gone before you can be too sure, and he glances at the doors of the building. Sukuna chews on his cheek for a moment before finding your face again. “You’re a good person, with a good boyfriend who cares about you. I’m not here to spout shit about how I want you. Any sane motherfucker would want you.”

“You didn’t.”

He takes in your face with that intense stare that used to light a fire in you, and perhaps you imagine the way his eyes glance at your lips, but he only steps back, lets his hands fall away. Your eyes fall to the pavement, and you grimace against the tears that pour down your cheeks.

Sukuna’s breath had smelled like strawberries.

He sounds very far away. “Yes, I did. And I’m fucking insane.”

“No, you’re not.” His eyes brand you where they touch your cheek, but you won’t look up. “You were good to me. Why else do you think I liked you?”

“I don’t know. Still think you’re crazy for that,” he laughs bitterly. “Either way, (Name), I’m here to stay. It’s up to you to do with that what you wish.”

“And if I want you to leave me alone? If I want us to be strangers, and we never speak again,” you demand shakily. “I do have a good boyfriend, and he takes priority over everything—anything—we might have between us.”

“Then… I’ll leave you alone.” It sounds so simple that way, but when you look at him, it is not raining anymore. They are standing in their high school uniforms, and it is sunny, and he is grinning ear-to-ear, and you are smiling, too.

Oh, how you loved him, and how a part of you wants to love him again. This infernal boy, and the years of your youth spent imagining your life with him.

Sukuna stands there, a broken image. Had he always been made of shards of glass so sharp you can feel each point digging into your lungs? Can you only see it now because of the cuts he’s inflicted on you that still ache in the rain? You want to reach out for him, but your hand will bleed. You know it will. So why does he still look like a piece you can fit into your life puzzle? A stained glass mosaic that can only be whole as long as you’re the one with the welding stick?

There is something wrong with him, he knew that, but you wonder if Sukuna ever realized there must be something wrong with you, too, to have a part of you still want him.

He half-turns away, and then, as if remembering something, he stops, and he doesn’t look at you, but you hear him just as clearly anyway, over the pounding heart, the thundering rain. “I really did want you, (Name). I just didn’t know how to love you the way you deserved to be.”

With that, for the second time in your life, Sukuna walks away.

“Hey, you good?” Mei Mei asks as she sits down next to you in class. You glance at her, and paste on a smile as convincingly as you can before nodding. You won’t admit that after he walked away from you, you had sat down on that bench and cried until you wouldn’t burst into tears in a classroom where someone you know could see.

“I just got caught in the rainstorm. That’s all.” Looking out the window, you try not to think about how you’re soaking wet from head to toe, how you should be shivering, but instead your stomach is in knots, and your neck is burning from where Sukuna’s fingers had held you. Your phone buzzes, you glance at your phone screen, and you hate how your heart twists when you see the name that’s waiting for you there.

When class ends, Suguru is already waiting outside, and you eye him warily, hoping your eyes aren’t swollen anymore. You hate the idea of him knowing you’ve cried.

“How are you here already?” you ask, confused. “Your class ends at the same time as mine.”

“I asked to leave a couple of minutes early,” he answers. The rest of your classmates file out behind you, and he takes your arm which is dry and warm, now, and guides you a little further down the hall. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Hey, hey. No. Don’t lie to me,” he urges. “I’m sorry I left you alone with him. It was on my mind during class, and I had to find you.” His tone is so apologetic, so hateful towards himself that you take his arms, rub his biceps but he runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “You didn’t answer my texts. I don’t know what I was thinking leaving you there with him.”

“We just talked about the past and we’re… we got closure. I’m fine. I’m not mad at you, and I’m the one who told you to go, so please don’t feel bad about it,” you say, which isn’t an entire lie. He scans your face, and you cup the side of his neck, slanting your head to press a quick kiss against his mouth. His eyes flutter shut, and he chases after you for another reassuring kiss. His arm curves around your waist, and he’s so warm you can’t help but shuffle into his chest, let him bury you into his body. You rest your chin on his shoulder as he lifts you up a little, swinging you in his embrace.

When he finally sets you down, he settles his hands on your hips and sighs. “I pulled my car around and I can drive you back to your place, if you’d like?” he asks, and you nod, taking hold of his wrists and stepping away. He interlocks their fingers. “I’ll buy you dinner later, too, and bubble tea.”

“You don’t have to—“

“No arguments, baby,” he says, “not today.” Your eyes soften, and you take in his glare, the way his jaw muscle keeps twitching. “I hate that I left you with him.”

“Stop it, I’m happy that you’re with me, and that’s all that matters. You’re a good boyfriend, who didn’t have to go through with all this shit today.” Squeezing his hands, you step closer and loop your arms around his neck. His lips barely brush against yours as you whisper, ‘Thank you.”

“I just want you to be happy,” he breathes, eyelashes dusting his cheeks as he closes his eyes, breathing you in. His palms rest on your hips, and his fingers dig in gently. “I really like you, (Name). I…”

Your heart is a stone in a river. Each current seeps into the cracks of it like silk, smooths the jagged edges, like a cool tide has soothed a burn that long has consumed your body, and you relax against him, fitting your mouth to his. He immediately raises a hand to cup the back of your head, and your eyes close, letting him use his other arm snaking around your waist to turn you around and gently guide you back until your heel hits the wall. Your shoulders follow suit, and his hand at the back of your head cushions your skull against the concrete wall. His entire body presses against yours, so lean and hot against your own you can feel his body heat bleed into your clothes.

You let out a sharp gasp. He pulls back immediately, his gaze full of worry. “Are you okay? Is this okay?”

And for some reason, your day, which has been fraught with nerves, exhaustion, and stress, feels like it’s all been leading to this moment where Suguru has you against the wall, your thoughts quiet and docile, your entire world for once not on guard or ready to attack.

You look at Suguru. He’s so beautiful. So beautiful it nearly hurts to look at him.

“I like you, too, idiot,” you mumble, grabbing the front of his hoodie, and yanking him into your mouth. He lets out a surprised noise but it disappears as he catches himself, his free hand by your ear, planted flat against the wall. Breathless and dizzy, you hungrily feast on his lips, and he gasps into your tongue before slipping his own tongue into your mouth.

Your stomach shivers and clenches, and he tears himself away, panting. Your body yearns for more, and your hands fall to his waist, fistfuls of hoodie twisting in your grasp as he assuages you with one last kiss, and then another, before pulling back.

“You okay?” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your nose. Your eyes fall to rest on his plump pink mouth as you keep his hips close. He moves the hand on the wall to your jaw, and he tilts your head up, dark eyes searching yours curiously. You feel like you’re not quite attached to your body, in some sedated far off land, but it’s a good kind of empty. “If that was your way of lifting my mood, it worked.”

“Partly,” you admit. “I like kissing you, too, so it was an added bonus.”

He chuckles. “Good. I like kissing you, too.”

Suguru kisses the corner of your mouth, and you smile, but it falls away a moment later as you look down at his body, so poised and not moving an inch under your control. You can feel his lungs expanding against your knuckles, the way his abdomen clenches and releases. He’s caging you in against the wall, but there’s not a moment where you can’t slip past him and leave.

What is the word for when an animal is willingly trapped in a cage? Is it domestication, or something far more unexplainable than that?

Suguru’s eyes watch your every movement, and his voice is unbearably tender as he asks after a moment of silence, “Are you alright?”

“I think kissing you was for me, too,” you admit at length, looking back up at him. His eyebrows twitch together in silent questioning. You sigh. “Seeing him doing so well hurts so much. He knows exactly who he is, whether or not he likes it, and I’m still here, feeling like that kid from highschool who doesn’t know what she’s doing. Why can’t I do anything with this feeling?”

“I don’t know, baby.” His thumb strokes your cheekbone. Suguru draws back to give you room, and you step away from the wall. Your hand interlaces with his, and you hold his wrist with your free hand, keeping close as possible to him.

His grip pulses gently as they begin to walk out of the building. Their steps fall into time against the linoleum floors, and your head feels strangely quiet, but not empty anymore, in his presence. All your swirling thoughts, all the trains of what had just happened, the memories replaying over and over like a broken recorder—it all comes to molasses speed.

You feel exhausted.

“When Riko died, I don’t think I was alive for a good year,” he says suddenly as they descend down the steps. Suguru’s one stair in front, holding on as if he’s afraid you’ll fall while he’s ready to catch you. “I didn’t really know what I was doing during that time. The teachers were only understanding because I was a top student, and now, I couldn’t even bother to show up to class, but I was also there on scholarship and scouting, so I had to eventually go back if I wanted to keep going to school there at all. Two weeks after the fire, I started going to class again, but I can’t really recall a single thing they taught me.”

You’re silent as you walk after him, and as they reach the landing, you snake your free arm around his, walking beside him again.

“I’m still trying to figure out who I am, and whether or not that’s something worth becoming, y’know. Five years doesn’t mean shit because I don’t remember half of it,” he continues. “I smoke, and don’t know if I’ll make it to thirty, and who the fuck knows what’ll happen tomorrow.” He shrugs and your eyes flit to his side profile. He stares ahead, relaxed, a relaxed smile on his face. “But… I’ve got good friends, two little sisters to spoil, a girlfriend I love being around.” His head lolls to meet your gaze, and his smile grows. Your cheeks begin to heat up. “If I don’t know if I wanna be alive, they can help.”

Your heart drops. “Suguru.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not suicidal or anything.” He smiles. “My point is, you don’t need to know anything for sure, by the way. We’re young. ’S long as you let me hang around, I’ll help you, baby. I promise.”

And for a second, it’s there.

Three fleeting words that tumble out of your throat, onto your tongue, and lie there so tauntingly. All you’d need to do is breathe life, and look Suguru in the eye, and tell him something you want to say. The impulse lives and breathes like pure fire, a giant crashing swell that overflows inside of you. The overwhelming sensation feels like it’s surrounding everything, every action you make as their arms swing a little, and he fishes an umbrella out of his bag with one hand, and oh… what other word could it be but love?

Or your own fictionalized idea of love. Who are you to know what love is? Maybe you don’t even know what the feeling you crave actually is. Love is a sweet poison, Sukuna taught you that, so why do you feel so full and warm, like you’d never starve in winter again?

You bite your tongue and look away, ignoring how your heart is aching so deeply you feel it in your gut. Oh, this love hurts, too. You think your world is crumbling beneath your feet as you rasp out, “Thank you, Suguru.”

“Of course, baby.” His index finger curls underneath your chin and a soft, gooey kiss guides your body. You close your eyes and let him kiss you, press your tongue against his own gentle one, and he kisses your tongue, your bottom lip, every inch of your mouth he can taste in a slow dance. It feels intimate, weirdly vulnerable, as if you’re standing naked in front of the whole school, but when Suguru pulls away, eyes cloudy and he lets out a breath that puffs against your skin, you don’t feel cold.

You swallow, lips parting as you try to wrap your head around the amount of times he’s kissed you in a span of twenty minutes, but he only smiles.

Tearing his eyes away and wrapping an around you, he kisses your temple, and doesn’t move to touch you further. You can’t help but sneak your own arm around his waist, rubbing your head against his shoulder.

“What do you wanna eat for dinner?” you ask, looking up at him. He pushes open the door to reveal the downpour that nearly overwhelms your voice, but he extends the umbrella, tucking you in close to him and stepping out into the misting torrent.

“I wanna take a nap first,” he admits, “so I’ll be out of commission for a bit. You can do homework until you’re hungry and just wake me up.”

“A nap sounds nice after today,” you sigh. “I just changed my sheets, if you… wanna sleep on my bed with me.” He blinks, and you fight the heat crawling up your face, stubbornly looking at the sidewalk to check you’re not stepping ankle deep into a puddle. “Well, I’m just saying. You always fall asleep on the couch, so…”

“Are you sure? It’s not too soon? Or… I, uhm—”

“Take advantage of it before I change my mind, dummy,” you retort, and he wrangles you even closer, his arm curling around your neck so he can make a teasing kissy noise, cheek to cheek. You make a face, pushing him away and walking into the rain, speeding up your pace. He laughs, chasing after you with his hand outstretched, and you hear his sneakers splat against the pavement as you turn around.

You’re getting soaked, but your smile grows as you grab his hand and yank him so he can shield you from the rain again.

And this time, when he ducks close to your face, he kisses you properly.

The door cracks open, and Maki lets out a relieved breath. Finally. Home and sweet relief after an entire day of nonstop everything.

“(Name), I’m back!” she calls as soon as she enters their apartment. Shuffling her sneakers off in the genkan, she nudges them against the wall so they can have some semblance of organization in their place, but frowns when a pair of black runners that definitely don’t belong to her or her roommate take up a big space. She wrinkles her nose, scowling, but she can’t do anything about it now. You had texted earlier that your boyfriend would be coming over, but that’d been almost six hours ago.

She stuffs her feet into her slippers and sighs, tossing her keys onto the kitchen counter and dumping her gym bag on one of the stools. Judo practice had been long and brutal, and she definitely needed a cold shower. Texting Yuuta that she made it back home, she sheds every layer of clothes she can, stripping down to her gym shorts and sports bra to cool down as she begins to walk around the kitchen to put her dirty containers from the day in the sink.

You still have to tell her how the whole Sukuna thing went down, although Maki isn’t sure if she has the mental capacity to deal with it right now. Opening the fridge, she pours herself a glass of water before walking into the hall to see what you’re up to. If Suguru’s over, it usually means you’re both in the living room, but seeing as the entire place is dark, Maki has a strange curdling sensation that migrates up her spine.

A memory haunts her still. Of someone showing up at her house, her fucking house of all places, with a tear-stained face, and dark purple under-eyes, and she hopes to whatever god exists, maybe even a little selfishly, that what she finds won’t be what her brain is already imagining.

The room to your door isn’t closed completely, and she tentatively pushes the door open wider to see your blinds wide open, allowing moonlight and a tiny bit of streetlight to come through, illuminating a forgotten laptop resting at the foot of your bed. The blankets are twisted and her eyes trail up the bed to see two figures entwined tightly. An outline of an arm, strands of hair gleaming silver.

It’s an image that unexpectedly makes Maki’s heart crack, and she bows her head as a soft groan echoes in the room. Gaze snapping back up, she sees one of them shifting and they lift their head lethargically. She’s about to duck out when they reach a long, limber arm to turn on the bedside lamp.

“Maki?” a deeper, hoarse voice calls, and she freezes, eyes darting to a face curtained by messy black hair. Suguru’s squinting against the light, and he clearly’s just woken up (which is probably her fault, but Maki doesn’t entertain the thought). His arm’s trapped under a sleeping you who doesn’t seem to move, but he has you contained in an embrace against his chest. Your face is pressed against the front of his hoodie, and Maki has half a mind to ask how you’re even breathing, but she finds the joking words don’t come out.

“How is she?” she asks in low tones instead. “That meeting. What are your thoughts on him?”

“I’ve a lot to say,” admits your boyfriend. “But, she handled it really well, so I’m keeping it mostly internal.” He leans back down on the pillow, eyes at half-mast. “Sorry. If you want me to go, I can.”

“It’s fine. I don’t have that permission to do that,” she says. “And you’re not doing anything immediately irritating to my being, so…”

“Thanks.” His face scrunches up. “Did you need anything?”

“Did you eat dinner, yet?”

“No. What time is it?”

“It’s nearly a quarter past eleven.”

“Shit,” he groans. He tosses his free arm over his eyes before reaching for his phone at the nightstand, and swiping it on. “Can I get something delivered here?”

“Yeah, fine.” She takes a sip of water, and as he scrolls the phone, the words she’s wanted to say since they’ve started dating begin to bubble. Maki avoids having one-on-one time with anyone who isn’t someone from her friend group, and standing in a room with Getou Suguru is not her ideal way of spending her evening, but… she needs to say this. She might not ever feel like there’s nothing to lose when she says this ever again.

“I had a lot of doubts about you,” she confesses suddenly. Suguru’s eyes, chips of charcoal, find hers again, “because of Sukuna. I hope now that you’ve met him, you understand why every one of us didn’t like the idea of you dating her at one point or another. A part of me still doesn’t because everything you do is too perfect for my liking.”

“I’m sorry?” He frowns and sets his phone back on the bedside table. “I know she’s your best friend—“

“She’s my sister.” Her grip on her glass tightens, the condensation seeping between her skin and the cup. “That’s why if you pull something like Sukuna did, if you do anything to hurt her, I’ll be the first one to know. And you’ll know I know, because you’ll wake up one day with two broken legs, and you’ll never dance again.”

His eyebrows rise infinitesimally, but after a while, he only lets out a soft breath and an accepting smile, and Maki has the premonition of dread that comes when she’s too far out of her depth. She wants to question that look, the way his eyes don’t glimmer with fear, or even any sort of defiance, only a mellowness that comes from death. Leaning in that slant of silver light, Getou Suguru looks like a ghoul, haunting and not quite alive.

But then, he moves like a human, and sinks back into the pillows, turns his back on her, wrapping you in tightly in a full hug again as he speaks, “Good. I’ll deserve it.”

Maki’s stomach chills, and she closes the door behind her.

When she wakes up the next morning to you and him in the kitchen together, she watches as Suguru packs his bag, and scrambles eggs, and butters slices of bread for you to toast. And although she’s never noticed it before, there’s a certain dimness, a fading light in Getou’s eyes that only returns whenever he happens to glance at you.

a/n: thank you for reading! leave a comment/rb and let me know your thoughts. catch ya on the flip side

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aristocratic-otter · 5 months

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I haven't done one of these in a while! Thank you for the tags, @best--dress, @alexalexinii, @artsyunderstudy, @nausikaaa, @nightimedreamersghost, @iamamythologicalcreature, I'm so glad to see you're all able to get some words/art out at this incredibly busy time!

With no further ado, here's some snippets!

From Chapter 3/4 of The Heart In The Well:

I hear various grumbling and fidgeting sounds, and then I hear Snow slurping up more water from the sides of the well. I ignore it. My thirst for water is currently secondary to my thirst for blood, and it’s taking everything in me to rein in my need to pierce Snow’s flesh with my fangs. I don’t want to open my mouth for any reason right now.

Until Simon says the stupidest thing of all.

“You can have my blood if you need it.”

From Saving Simon Snow:

Before he can say or do anything else, there’s a thunder of footsteps on the stairs, and, a moment later, Simon skids around the corner, looking hunted. I snicker at how much more explosively Simon enters a room than Baz does, even now, when he’s got no magic.

He looks wild. He’s wide-eyed and panting, and his curls are flying every which way. Thank Merlin Baz managed to wake him up from his swoon, or whatever it was. He seems unharmed, just scattered and anxious.

He fails to hide a flinch when he sees [redacted], and then he slinks over to the chair on the farthest side of the table from [redacted], not coincidentally partially behind Baz. The better to duck and cover, I think, amused.

From Snow Fox

“Are you truly well, love?” he asks, looking into my eyes, his brow lowered in concern. “You’ve not caught the fevers rife in your camp?”

“I haven’t,” I sigh. “I’m just tired. Too many late nights, too many worries.”

“I wish I were there with you. I wish I could be more help,” he frets.

“You’re where I need you,” I remind him.

From Stars, Flowers, and Children,

Someone’s shaking my shoulder roughly. Oh fuck, it’s Davy, he’s caught me! I sit up abruptly, shrieking with everything in me. It takes a moment for the voice to pierce through my panic.

“Baz! Baz! It’s ok, it’s me! It’s just me, Simon!” My eyes manage to peel themselves open and I’m looking into bright blue eyes; Simon’s eyes.

For all that he’s trying to calm me down, his voice sounds nearly as panicky as I’m feeling.

I do stop screaming, though it takes me a while to catch my breath. Finally, my chest still heaving, I gasp out, “Why’d you wake me?”

Simon looks nearly as unnerved as I feel. “Davy’s not back,” he says

From what I'm tentatively calling TikTok Dancer

“Come to San Diego with us!” I blurt. I can see his face close off immediately, so I bumble on hurriedly, hoping to avert the ‘no’ I sense coming. “You can share the bus with me. The girls live in the dorms during the school year. And we can film together. I can take you to visit [redacted] all the time. What do you say, Simon?”

It’s the first time I’m using the stage name he gave himself and he notices. He looks up at me sharply. I’ve always been careful to address him by the name he gave me, Snow, because it’s only respectful to use a person’s real name. The girls call him Simon, but they don’t know any better.

I’m calling him Simon now, because I’m making a point. Everything he’s built this summer, everything we’ve built together, is tied to his new name, his new identity. If he comes with me, he’s committing to a [redacted] life, where the [redacted] is a day trip, not his home. He’s committing to a completely new lifestyle. A new life.

He’s committing himself to the dance.

Tagging a few friends; what y'all doin'?

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7grandmel · 5 months

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Todays rip: 17/12/2023

Ripping Video Game Music......At Night

Season 2 Featured on: Rips of Christmas Past Also on: SiIvaGunner: Starter Kit & Essentials

Ripped by Nape Mango

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Requested by @oetaboy!

Do you have any idea how heartbreaking it was to realize, moments after posting yesterday's post on Determination is Magic, that I'd missed the 7-year anniversary of this legendary rip? Like, I've had this request sitting in my drafts for a while, it was meant to go up in a few days from now, yet here I am with egg on my face having missed its birthday in favor of a My Little Pony rip. Ugh, well, alright, better late than never - sitting right alongside The 2:28 Collab as another rip from the same game, Ripping Video Game Music......At Night is an absolute standout rip, and one of my fondest memories from the original Christmas Comeback Crisis event all the way back in 2016.

In a way, Ripping Video Game Music......At Night is a bit of an amalgamation of a bunch of different things I've covered on this blog already. As a smaller-scale medley, the rip was done entirely by the legend himself Nape Mango, who I've previously established as "the GOAT" back with Chillin' Like A Villain - though he's a lot less active on SiIva nowadays, he has an immense knack for good sounding shitposts. The guy was firing on all cylinders during Season 1 and 2 in particular, also being behind Battle! The Trainer Inside Your Head!, another Christmas Comeback Crisis-themed rip from that time that I absolutely adore. Beyond Nape Mango though, the soundscape of Pokémon's fourth generation games is well explored on the channel, with rips like the aforementioned The 2:28 Collab, Eterna's Cocoon, and even rips made this year like Rearranging Furniture in the Underground Secret Base. Put simply, the jazzy sound and distinctive set of instruments featured in the game are beloved by fans and rippers alike, and for good reason.

But crucially, what Ripping Video Game Music......At Night reminds me of most, is the same feeling I described back with It's Snowy but its snowy: its a rip that feels celebratory without being overly triumphant. A lot of the content surrounding the Christmas Comeback Crisis was very triumphant, very much so cheering us in the audience on in excitement over the start of this all-new big story event. Yet in the moments between, we'd get rips like this: rips that, while still feeling like big celebrations, ask us to sit down and reminisce, rather than stand up and clap. Just about every joke featured in its jazzy, smooth-flowing arrangement is one that was made legendary through that original season of SiIvaGunner: Flintstones, Snow Halation, Puzzle Room, mm2wood, We Are Number One - hell, that last one is likely even a reference to how it was Nape Mango himself who *started* the WANO meme on the channel! Its a rip that, even back when I first watched it, gave me this immense sense of communal joy - a toast to everything the channel had done, yet not one tinged with bittersweet melancholy like File Select Fusion Collab or other rips from the Season 1 finale.

SiIvaGunner now has been running for over seven years - and it's been seven years and a day since Ripping Video Game Music......At Night was uploaded. The continued existence of the channel doesn't really feel like something we need to worry about anymore. Yet back then, rips like this felt like a special kind of thank-you, a reassuring hug to tell us that SiIvaGunner was only just getting started. And above all, that celebration like this is all part of the Christmas spirit.

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A/N: OOOf that Chapter gave me a hard time cause I'm so inexperienced in writing really cute fluff (even after 10 years of marriage😅🫣 well never wrote it down lol) BUT I think this is a good start for now.

minimum of swearing, also lots of fluff, loveydovey aaaand yes kissing.🥰

word count: 2,3k (welp these chapters getting bigger)

Proofread? : I tried but as always I'm german so...you know ;)

use of HE/SHE

Again the Name of this Chapter is from the song covered by the daugther of craig mazin, jessica mazin! Absolutely beautiful🥰😇

(This is not my YT Video)

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Chapter 3

♡NEVER LET ME DOWN AGAIN♡

sweet...not too sweet...I slowly take a deep breath and open my eyes dreamily. Totally blurred with fatigue I feel only her soft hair and I immediately realize what is happening here.

I look down directly into the face of Bella, arms wrapped around her and our bodies so close that not even a needle could fit between us.

Silently I just enjoy every second, not that it's over too quickly.

What are we actually? Friends? Lovers?

Bella moves a bit, hums a little and just continues to cuddle with me, unaware that I am not her pillow. I smile while my heart probably wants to kill me from stumbling and I gently caress her cheek.

She is so sweet....simply everything about her is so sweet. Her fawn eyes, her smile and when she laughs it's so incredibly infectious.

Lost in thought, I look at her and I am miserably aware that I am in love with her. I never want to leave her side. I am aware of that but her?

Too big is the fear that something comes in between or she does not share all these feelings with me.

Stillness?

Is useless because even without words it is obvious what's happening here.

Impossible to get out of there today without an ultimatum. Either my heart will be broken or I will have achieved impossible.

We were just 2 girls in a bar and now I'm lying here with her...she absolutely clueless...yet.... Bella's hand moves to my upper arm gently grips and slowly opens her eyes.

Here we go....

"HUGH!?!"

Other than expected to startle, fall down or hit me in the face was her first impulse to hide her face in my chest which doesn't make the whole situation much better. The heat rose in her face and her breath became faster.

"Bella?" I mutter while trying to get away from her rather unwillingly.

"Bella!?! hey..h..hey breathe!"

Her breath is like that of a marathon runner as she continues to cling. "ssshhhh....oi hey it's ok it's just me. You had a nightmare and I thought I'd keep you company."

Her breathing slowly calms down a bit and she sits up without looking at me. I regret it, after all I didn't want to scare her.

"I didn't mean to catch you off guard I'm sorry" I say sincerely.

"It's ok, I...better make breakfast now. I have an appointment with my manager later to prepare everything for tomorrow. I'll book us a single suite, they are always free" She stands up and smiles at me.

"Thank you for taking care of me" She blushes "I liked that...." and she goes into the bathroom to freshen up and make breakfast.

"She liked it...."

My cheeks burning, while my heart beats again in the wrong rhythm and as if that is not enough there is the tingling again.

Sitting at the table I look at my breakfast. "Aren't these suits expensive?" I asked curiously.

"Please don't worry, my manager will take care of it. I invited you so it's fine." We finished our breakfast and did the rest of the things that were important.

*NEXT DAY AT THE AIRPORT*

Rain pours down on us as we arrive at the airport. We finally find our plane which will fly us to New York.

From there we change planes and will get to Calgary. It is getting colder and colder and in Calgary there is probably already snow.

Bella sneezes.

I can clearly see the bags under her eyes. She must have hardly slept the last night. "Make yourself comfortable we have an 11 hour flight ahead of us." She says and yawns.

"Are you tired? You're welcome to sleep. It's still the middle of the night anyway," I look at her, scrutinizing.

He lies down while I order a drink. 11 hours caught, miles above together with the love of my life who still not broke my heart.

She seems to have fallen asleep quickly so I sit down next to her and watch her shallow breathing.

That's a good girl.

Another panic attack wouldn't be so good up here. She sleeps so peacefully so quietly that I hardly notice that I am also drifting off to sleep.

While I slip down more and more without noticing it, Bella snuggles up to me again. I freak out for a second and just let it happen.

Cuddle my head on hers, grab her hand and stroke my thumb gently over the back of her hand.

Her lips draw a small smile on her face.

Fuck........

how much I want to kiss these. Our bodies are so close together that I can literally feel his heartbeat.

For a second I don't think and get so close to her with my face that our noses touch very gently. She sleeps so deep she doesn't even notice.

My whole body feels almost numb It makes me mad to be so close and yet so far away from her. I didn't realize how much my frustration had built up and tears were coming to my eyes.

I don't wanna hurt her...not again.

Bella opens her eyes but this time she just looks at me, feeling her breath makes me super excited.

My body is so fuck'n ready to kiss her releasing all the tingling. As if she internalizes me she blinks a few times trying to close the gap, but turbulence makes our lives hell when we both hit our heads.

I swear I must have a pact with the devil himself. I am sure that our lips have just touched, even if only delicately.

"fuck this stupid weather almost scares me!" I groan and sit up while rubbing my forehead.

"everything okay with your forehead?" she looks at me and also holds her forehead.

"yeah it's fine" I smile briefly and just throw myself backwards on my back.

He looks at me, hesitates, but I feel his body against me again very carefully and with deliberation. Bella plays with the thread of my hoodie and then looks up at me.

"have you ever been to New York?"

"no, only England was my only destination" I say and gently stroke her back. Oh man my heart-doctor is going nuts if my heart doesn't calm down soon. But I love it, the tingling, the goosebumps and Bella....

Actually now would be a good time to say what I feel but I don't want to ruin this one moment.

After all, we still have a few hours left and damn it, I just want to spend them with her! I cheekily tickle her back and promptly get the answer.

"HEY!" she giggles so sweetly and suddently gently bites my arm.

Gaaawd I love her big smile especially when she gets excited. No matter which interview she held together with Pedro I always had to grin wide when she laughed.

"bella..."

"mmh..."she murmurs and snuggles closer to me while tenderly stroking my arm up and down.

"what the hell are we doing here....? What does that mean?"I close my eyes.

"That we're friends and killing time...?" she says playfully with an almost ironic smile.

"Liar...." I say barely audibly and hug her tightly. Everything feels so perfect right now and I can feel exactly that her heart also needs a doctor for God's sake.

Please...never let me down again.....

The rest of the flight we spend with cuddling and just enjoying each others presence without talking much.

It felt so magical and I know that won't be all. Anyway, I will make it clear to her what I feel. I already know when...

***NEWARK LIBERTY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT***

Huge crowds, tall buildings and an incredible amount of lights even in broad daylight.

I feel like I'm in heaven. "I've never been to New York. "I can't get out of my amazement and look around as if I had landed on a foreign planet.

Bella smiles and stands right in front of me. "So we have exactly 12 hours to get on the other plane. You want to have a look around the city?"

"yeah absolutely of course!" I'm getting way too excited while looking arround.

There are advertisings from the current shows THE LAST OF US also other super popular series like House of the dragons.

"you once said in an interview that you watched House of the dragons".

"yes i did, it was great" she smiles

"but no Game of Thrones"

"yeah I just can't see Pedro's eyes being squeezed out" she looks at me mischievously.

"I already know where we are going to look first so come on" she moves on with a confident smile.

I giggle "As you command, your Queen and Highness of Westeros," I say as I bow and stifle a laugh.

"If you don't want to be beheaded right away, follow me immediately, you despicable yeoman!"

I didn't expect that, so I look at her in surprise as I stand up straight again. "Dude I thought you were going to hit me, instead you turn me on".

This time it was Bella who was not prepared for my words and now stands there completely perplexed.

"Bella? Bella Ramsey!?" ... "it's the Ellie from the new show! wow!" People are coming closer and closer to us with their mobiles in their hands.

"BELLAAA!!!" people start to freak out sure we are in New York and there is a higher volume of people.

At first Bella smiles but as fast as the people approach us the more nervous she gets.

"come babe" I grab her hand, pull the hood of my hoodie over my head and just run.

Not just anywhere no...to one of the first places we were going to. after a short sprint and completely out of breath I ask the cab driver if he can give us a lift.

Luckily he can give us a ride and before we know it we are there. When I wanted to take my hand to me, Bella just grabbed it again and lightly pressed it shut. I first look at my hand and then into her eyes. She is obviously smiling happily.

I quickly gave the driver his money and we got out. There it is...The figure standing on a massive pedestal made of a copper shell that stretches on a steel framework in the right hand a gold-plated torch. The Statue of Liberty.

"wow even from here it is really huge" even Bella marveled.

"crazy..." here I am standing on American soil, the Statue of Liberty in front of me, and that together with Bella. That it has come so far I would never have thought but fate means it exceptionally times well with me.

Bella is still looking at the statue without knowing that she is the main attraction here.

Hardly people around us I just grab her hand, pull her to me and without wasting time our lips meet. Everything around us becomes surreal almost empty and at the same time it is as if a bomb has exploded right next to us. Her lips are so soft and tender without resistance.

I more or less detach myself from her lips and look at her silently without even the slightest hint of an expression.

"Friends huh..." I whisper. She didn't resist the kiss. Question answered I thought but hell was I wrong.

The complete answer still comes as she takes my face in her hands, still hesitates a little but finally fills the space between us. This time our two lips are completely in harmony, clearly more demanding and greedy. God how I hope that is not just a dream.

My heart prepares to stop while Bella's breathing gets out of control. We involuntarily and breathlessly break away as we look into each other's eyes. Face to face pretty close I can feel her fast breaths on my lips and the heat.

I bite my lower lip before I lose control not to kiss her once again. "I'm leaving the friend zone," I whisper, barely audible. "fuck" I can't and just steal another kiss from her, she totally melting into it.

Finally, Bella made a sound, but not the one I expected. A soft sigh. She seems to enjoy it. We disengage again, and as we do, I look at her seriously. "You have no idea how big my crush is on you" I take a deep breath and gently grab one of her hands.

"Y/N...." She looks at me lovingly with her red cheeks. "you were just a girl in the bar. I knew WHO you were and I was a fan of yours before...I admit that, but I never thought this would happen. for real!"

She looks at my hand and thinks what to say. "Normally I avoid all the fans, you haven't given the impression that you want to jump on me" There it is again, the sweet smile of hers.

"I wanna be your Lover for the rest of my life!" I speak softly. "I want to be the one who protects you, accompanies you to all possible interviews to stand by you. want to hold you tight whenever you have another nightmare. wake up next to you every day and punch everyone in the face who gets too close to you.

Maaan Bella looks so happy. She hugs me and burries her face in my neck. "you are the cutest I swear!" She mumbles in my shoulder, realizing how people starts looking again.

"we should go" She says shortly and grabs my hand. "I don't care what people saying" We ignore all the people and walking to the different places like coffeeshops and a few other sights until the time comes to go to our next plane.

A/N: Things getting interesting. So If I am done with the whole plot I will be open for requests of yours.

Also smut will comming in the next 1-2 chapters. I will clearly mark that part in chap if some of you don't want to read that and just want to skip.

For more Chapters, stories and more just look at my Masterlist ♡

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