#kinda fluff

How you two met

🟡 When his team was gaining a new member,  D-16 met you for the first time

🟡 You were…tiny to say the least and he wondered how or why you were working in a dangerous place 

🟡 With your helm barely reaching his midsection plating and bright-eyed look, he didn't even give you a day before you'd buckle under the horrors of the mine 

 Becoming friends…?

🟡 It wasn't intentional and purely accidental, but he ended up eavesdropping on your conversations with the other miners in the group. It was the moment your intake spilled the name of a Prime he's admired so much did he finally join the convo. 

🟡 Yet…this convo turned into a heated debate about how cool or uncool Megatronus is. You took the side of uncool while D-16 took a stubborn defense of his favorite Prime. 

🟡 Since then, whenever the two of you crossed paths it always ended with butting helms or mumbling insults under your breaths. 

Helping each other

🟡 One moment you were carefully extracting energon from a hard-to-reach vein when a rumbling caught your attention

🟡 Screams and shouts of a cave collapsing caused you to panic as you struggled to squeeze out of the shaft you were in

🟡 You were one servo out when you felt a bigger one envelop yours and yanked you free. 

🟡 It was hard to see when your optics were squeezed shut and you were forced against a chassis as whoever saved you kept running until you both were out

🟡 It was D-16? 

🟡 "...thanks."

🟡 "Don't mention it. Like…ever." 

🟡 "But…"

🟡 "Didn't I say-" 

🟡 "You're still holding my servo." 

🟡 He ripped away from you like you burned him as his faceplate was set ablaze 

🟡 You could be heard giggling behind him as he scrambled to get away

Protecting each other 

🟡 Perhaps something happened to cause Darkwing to be up your aft, but whatever the reason was D-16 felt that you didn't deserve being pushed around and yelled at

🟡 The last straw was seeing Darkwing, quite literally, snatch you up and bark insults in your face

🟡 He was hesitant to step in until he noticed your shaky plating and teary optics.

🟡 Placating Darkwing wasn't easy and D-16 earned a scolding and harsh jab to the side of his helm, but it was worth since he managed to get you away from the taller mech

🟡 You smiled at him and mouthed a thank you. 

🟡 He returned the smile with a grin of his own.

Your dynamic with his other friend, Orion Pax 

🟡 Polite and simple

🟡 Nothing really much to say, you usually encounter him if he's hanging off of D-16 

🟡 Sometimes the two of you engage in petty banter about D-16's love for Megatronus, other times it's to vehemently deny Orion's accusation of your feelings toward his best friend

🟡 When this happens, D-16 is confused when comes back to you chasing after a laughing Pax 

Nicknames 

🟡 Oh boy, he called you all sorts of things (especially before you two were cool with each other). From pipsqueak to scraplet, D-16 had a range of short-related nicknames to call you.

🟡 You called him D sometimes, even called him Big D once and it felt…wrong for some reason. So, you stuck with D.

Friends…?

🟡 You silly frenemy relationship with the silver mech grew warmer overtime 

🟡 Still, it was weird to call him a friend…he was more of a…coworker you wouldn't mind sticking to if you had to be partnered up

🟡 For D-16, he somewhat felt the same way, but something in his spark was telling him otherwise. It didn't help that a certain blue and red mech kept teasing him with fake googly optics whenever you and him were standing near each other. 

🟡 It was extremely awkward for a few chords (days) until another incident with Darkwing brought the two of you closer together. 

🟡 That incident involved getting scolded again, but instead of D saving you, it was you saving him by taking the fall

🟡 The two of you were in the med bay talking with each other. Intimate whispers and breathy laughs were exchanged. That night, the coldness between you two melted into a closer bond.

🟡 Then, he and Pax were nowhere to be found after the Iacon race. 

Dynamic after the events of the movie 

🟡 You didn't see D-16 for a while until he returned and…he's changed. 

🟡 It was one thing learning that your entire existence was a lie set up by a figure you once looked up to, but witnessing a mech you secretly admired turn into the very thing you were horrified by was…you couldn't even process the emotions that surged within you.

🟡 After receiving a cog, you can decide to follow D-16, or Megatron as he named himself, or stay. 

🟡 If you decided to follow after Megatron, expect his suspicion and lack of trust in your desire to join his cause. However, it doesn't take long for you to worm your way into his spark when you speak passionately about his cause and his goal to rule over Cybertron without him needing to corrupt you himself. Whether or not the previous feelings from before his change into the mech he is now is uncertain. Megatron is too busy with rallying troops/re-establishing the pecking order and you're left figuring out how to be of service to him. Only time can tell. 

🟡 If you decide to stay, you'll never see D-16 again. Only rare glimpses of Megatron from a distance. 

You have been a sidekick to the #2 pro Dynamight for 5 years now. He doesn't have many sidekicks as he finds most people quirks not good enough to work with and most people don't stay due to the pros temper.

But you and one other guy have been here for 5 years now

You would never admit it to anyone but before starting at this agency you kinda had a crush on bakugou. By kinda, you even had a key chain figure of him that use to hang off your purse strap. Now hidden deep in one of your dressers at home.

But the pros dating life was near to none. Remembering he only went on a date with a girl when you first started here. His friend Red Riot set him up on. Not sure the details just the girls name and that as far as you know he never went out with her again.

Other than that there's a few articles out there hinting at you and Bakugou possibly being an item. It wasn't true and with lack of evidence the idea usual quickly died out.

It was the annual after party for the top 10 rewards ceremony that Deku hosts. It's the only party bakugou goes too.

You wore a long black silk dress, you looked forward to this event because you secretly could tell how much bakugou enjoyed seeing his old class mates all in one place again.

All the 10 top, there main side kicks, and other hero's from deku and bakugous high school grad class were mingling

You stayed close to bakugou never really knowing the others on a personal level. Only really Deku, his wife Urvaity, Red Riot, and Shoto who you worked with many times beside bakugou over the years

The two toned hero handsome as he is isn't married either.

You see out of the corner of your eye another member you knew a bit only because he's asked you out multiple times, you've never worked with him only ever being around him when bakugou would have to stop by Red Riots agency and the electric boy was always there

Don't get me wrong ChargeBolt is an attractive man and you always told him just you don't have time for romance.

But here he comes your way Bakugou must've noticed as you heard a Tch from the man beside you

Trying to not seem like you noticed Kaminari til he was right in from on your face

His cheeks a bit tinted pink, you knew he had a buzz going, a drink half full in his hand even

He started up a conversation, you tried to be nice to him you had no reason to be rude but Bakugou left the two of you to go over to the drink table

Bakugou wasn't a drinker so you knew he'd probably have a drink or two and then soon after tell you he was going home, or just disappear without telling anyone goodbye , he's done that before

you lost track of where your boss went too, kaminari's voice background noise to you as your eyes search the room.

Finally you spot him alone leaning again the wall in the corner, a drink in hand

"I really would love to take you out y/n" Kaminari's voice bring you out of your trance you make eye contract with the blonde in front of you

"Kaminari you're sweet really. But I truly am not looking for anything. Working under Bakugou takes all my time" you give him a small smile trying to let him down once again easily

"Y/n I-" Kaminari asks your mind wanting out of this situation feeling awkward with how you keep denying him, you ignore the other hero cutting him off

"I have to go ChargeBolt... it was nice seeing you" you say eyes long gone from him searching for the now disappeared Bakugou

You walk away from Kaminari searching through the room assuming Bakugou had most likely decided his time at the party was over and leaving

That's when you saw him out on the balcony

"you take sparky up on his offer?" Bakugous deep voice tickles your ears as you walk over to him. leaning your arms against the cold metal bars of the balcony

"No" you say looking out at the night sky

"Why not? Not into blondes?" He asks

You could tell then he was stirring his words

"That's not it" you say straightening up to look at him

"How much have you had to drink" you ask he ignores you

"I'll take you home give me your keys" you tell him holding out your hand

Bakugou stares at you his eyes a bit low with alcohol running through his system

"I can take myself home" he grumbles going to push past you

You stop him with your hand pressing into his chest "I'm not going to fight you bakugou"

"Your gonna have too" he says through his teeth

You go for his pockets even though your well aware he meant it and would knock you on your ass

He quickly grabs the keys out holding them away from you as you try to snatch them from his hands your body's now pressed together

You pull yourself back from him not wanting to cause a scene you knew was coming if you kept pushing his buttons

Too your shock he gives you the keys walking past you without saying a word and let's you drive him home

The whole ride there he took turns staring out the window and staring at you

That's when things went somewhere you weren't expecting somewhere between dropping him off and giving him the keys you found your accepting an invitation inside and now under bakugou

Your dress long gone somewhere in his bedroom, your hands rubbing down his thick muscular arms, his hot breath in your ear telling you a mix of praises and degradations in his deep raspy voice as he slides in and out of you as you whimper katsuki mindlessly, legs shaking, biting into his shoulder as your see stars when his rough finger gently make there way between your folds as his thrust grew sloppy when you tighten around him, nails raking down his back as you feel him releasing deep inside you

You end up not knowing if you stay or leave afterwards hearing the shower in his master room bathroom starting up as you sit on his king sized bed in the dark stark naked

Bakugou's nude figure in the doorway of the bathroom answering for you

"Stay"

And with that you did, showering with him in silence, and into his bed in one of his black tee shirts. Cuddling wasn't happening until katsuki fell asleep and pulled an arm around you and pulled you in

you were sure this was a one time thing, that he had too much to drink and you were the woman in front of him in that moment

You two never spoke about that night, in the morning he was gone from the bed, the only thing he left was a text to take the day off

you were sure it was just a mistake until it happened again 2 weeks later in his office one after noon after everyone had gone home and you two were doing paper work. He pushed all the papers onto the floor and laid you across his desk

You've been wanting to bring up what was going on between the two of you, but never got the courage you just needed to know so you could contain any growing feelings toward the #2 hero

It's been 2 months since the first time you and Bakugou had sex and the only thing none work related he's said to you was for you to call him Katsuki now

You don't know what that could even mean? Or if he even has a meaning?

Today though things changed you were out with Katsuki and his other side kick fighting a villain who was trying to destroy a building that turns out to be there old place of work that fired them

When you felt sick, very sick, you were racing down the street Katsuki hot on the villains tail

When you threw up trying to keep going but getting sick again and stopping

Katsuki of course noticed as well as the other side kick of his but the villain was the main priority

Captured quickly, and started to catch up to them a block ahead

You hear Katsuki telling his other side kick to take you to the hospital and they he'll take care of taking the villain to the police

Listening to him the other side kick takes you too the hospital you thought it was a bit much you just threw up you weren't injured

The other side kick leaving after getting a call from Katsuki to go help out on something else happening leaving you alone too hear the news

"Ms. L/n congratulations your 8 weeks pregnant" the doctor smiled at you

You just stare at the doc you didn't hear him right you just know

The doctor must've gotten the hint and shower you the test they ran and it came back positive for pregnancy

You zone out as they tell you all these things about pregnancy

you think back to you and Katsuki's intimate moments remembering he never put on a condom and you haven't been on birth control

Remembering him finishing deep inside you both times. You never thought once about this. Did Katsuki also not think about this?

You cheeks now a shade of crimson

"Miss are you feeling okay?" The doctor ask you

"Yeah I'm fine" you say taking a deep breath

That's when Bakugou comes through the door your nerves shooting out of the roof as he ignores you and asks the Doctor what's wrong with you

Not even giving the professional a chance to corporate before taking the papers from the doctors hands

You watch as his eyes scan over the words, you watch as his eyes come to a stop, no sign of emotional change behind them

You knew what he just read, what his eyes stopped on

as the doctor says happily

"She's pregnant!"

Still with no change in his face Katsuki folds the paper and looks at you

your eyes were wide, worried filled, a lump in your throat as you tried to keep tears from forming

"come on" Katsuki says walking out the room the paper getting stuffed into his pocket

You follow behind as you get into his car and he takes you to his house you knew it was time to talk about this

You knew what you wanted to do, you knew Katsuki wasn't going to let you too. The car ride was silent leaving you to your thoughts

Once inside you sit in his living room the silence killing you

"Y/n" he starts

"I'm keeping the baby" you blurt out

You and Katsuki were nearing your 30's, everyone else you knew were long married and started there families

You loved Izuku and Ochaco's 2 boys whenever you got to see them.

You also knew Katskui didn't show any sign of wanting a family or wife. You knew this meant him firing you and you having to move far away to keep your child's identity safe

"I see" katsuki finally says after a long tense moment

"Your not working anymore" he says shortly after

"I know Katsuki I understand you don't want this so I-" you get cut off

"Who said I don't want this" his voice annoyed

"I - I" you mutter out

"I'll get someone to move your stuff in. I want you and our baby safe"

"You want to keep the baby...." you say shocked

he finally sits beside you placing his hand on your thigh

"I should've done this a while ago I'm just not good at this kind of thing" he admits his intentions it was vague but you knew him well enough to know what he means

He means he should've made you and him official, you and him a family

4 months later........

You were 6 months pregnant with a girl katsuki's never been one to have much social media presents but the media has been gossiping about where his #1 side kick disappeared too.

You were out with Ochaco your bump unable to be hidden as you noticed the paparazzi snapping shots of the two of you

You haven't been in action for Bakugous agency now just doing the paperwork as you rarely leave home with how over protective he is

The articles came out with the photos of you being pregnant and now there's a new headliner since bakugou decided to retweet the post on his official Dynamight twitter account with no other context

"There going to find out eventually" he tells you at home later that night

A few more weeks go by and Deku, Shoto and Bakugou just finished a big mission your watching on TV as the press interview them on it

That's when a reporter asks bakugou

"Are you the father to 'your hero name' 's baby?"

"Of course I am" was all he said before the press go wild with questions none getting answered as you watch mouth open, wide eyed as him and the other hero's walk into a building leaving.

The broadcaster is back on the screen and with excited they say

“Roses are red. Violets are blue. What the fuck I’m supposed to do?”

“Ah, yes, that’s my favorite so far.”

Soobin rolled his eyes, crashing the little paper in his hand and throwing it somewhere around his room. In his swivel chair, he turned to look at his friend laying in his bed while playing on his cellphone, not listening to him anymore and barely answering the same ‘that’s good’, ‘oh, I like that one better’ sentences everytime Soobin came with a new idea.

“Shouldn’t you be rehearsing or something?” That finally caught the attention of his friend who, after taking a look at the time in his screen, gasped loudly. Taehyun grabbed his stuff as quickly as he could and stormed out of Soobin’s house after screaming around:

“See ya, Soob! Good luck with your thingy!”

Now Soobin was alone with his own thoughts in his room; his floor covered in his failed writing attempts. He leaned his head against the chair’s back, his hair swiftly falling to the sides of his face. Like a drummer, he twirled unstoppably the pencil in his fingers while trying to organized the ideas rushing throught his mind.

After winning last year’s poetry contest, he didn’t feel the necessity of trying again; but that changed after this year’s prize was revealed; a full year scholarship? He was on. But it seemed like the harder he tried, the harder it became to actually write something that wasn’t a full of crap.

Soobin still had a month to write and submit his poem, so he found himself staying till late hours in the uni’s library, reading how many hours long from Homer to Shakespeare to Komachi and then Dickinson; Soobin immersed in his big literaly world.

“We’re closing soon, son. You should go back home.” The old and sweet librarian would tell him, snapping him out of his world when the nights arrived.

One specifically night, he found himself roaming around the various departments in college, enjoying the strange atmosphere it created the night in the place. He felt such an outsider in such a familiar place to him. The sound of his footsteps died when he saw light coming from a classroom and he walked slower, trying not to make any sound in case it was, you know, a serial killer.

Avoiding making sound wasn’t really necessary as you had your earphones on, blocking any sound from outside. You sat down on a wooden stool facing a canva two heads bigger than you, your hand holding up the brush and and brushtrocking on it, plastering life into it. It wasn’t done but Soobin could tell you were working on some sea details at the moment.

He stayed crouched down peeking from the door longer than he thought, but he found himself mesmerized. It hadn’t been that long of a time since you two met but still, after that night he stood over at your place, you two had not talked again due to your busy, overwhelming university lives. Memories from that night with you came to his mind making his breath hitched.

He analyzed the scene in front of him some more; from your tired yet focused eyes, to the hand holding the palette in which you would mix some colors; your own clothes had stains of paint in some random places, some were still fresh and some looked old so Soobin assumed you used that specific overall anytime you’d paint.

Your hand stopped and Soobin hid himself just in time before you looked to the door. The hall was dark. Just what time was it? You didn’t know and your phone was still in your bag, but from the window you saw the stars of the night sky and decided it was time to go back home. Your eyes flickered to the door once more when you thought you heard some footsteps, but since you had your earphones on you assumed it was nothing and carried on.

Soobin rushed down the hall to the art department’s entrance, almost running. His heart beating loudly against his chest after almost being caught. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to you but he would prefer if you didn’t catch him practically spying on you.

The very next day Soobin found himself walking down the art’s department again, curiously wondering if you’d be there again too. And you were; on the same clothes, with your earphones on humming along to the song while painting. This became of Soobin’s little routine after his actual routine in the library but it didn’t last long since one night when he had peeked to look into the classroom, he had seen no one.

The big half-done canva was there though and as his eyes went from the glistening sea to the bag on the floor, his heart started beating anxiously against his chest. He was about to leave when he heard the clear sound of footsteps stopping just behind him; he suddenly felt like he was about to die in a horror movie and when you towered over him and poke your head form his side, he couldn’t help but shrieked.

Next thing he heard was your loud laughter. He fell on his butt and tried to calm his anxious heart, feeling the back of his neck burning up. Your shoes appeared in front of him and he looked up at your figure; you smirked down at him, an eyebrow arched and your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“Well, I haven’t seen you around lately.” Soobin laughed awkwardly at your remark and stood up enjoying the way you had to tilt your head up to keep looking at him in the eyes. He had to admit that looking at you from a distance and from up a close were two completely different things. His eyes faltered for milliseconds to your lips.

“So…” He mumbled scratching the back of his head with his hand and trying to pull his best innocent smile, making his dimple show specially for you. “This is not what it looks like?” He didn’t sound convinced at all which made you snort. “Really! I just happened to be here and didn’t except anyone else to be here… I didn’t expect you to be here.” Wow, was he always this good of a liar?

You narrowed your eyes at him and ended up shrugging, deciding that there was no reason to believe he was lying and, after all, you both did go to the same college.

“Okay then, it was nice seeing you again.” You lazily smiled at him before walking into the classroom again, putting a sudden end to your meeting. Soobin blinked at the space you were just a second ago and without too much thinking, he followed you in. While you took your usual seat, he walked closer and stopped behind you looking at the beautiful painting in front of him. You silently gulped feeling the warm of his body radiating on your back and picked up the palette and brush, hoping the slight shake of your fingers would pass unnoticed.

“You really are talented.” He complimented nodding his head while looking at you inching closer to the canva, some lose strands of hair falling to the front of your head because of the sudden movement.

When his hand reached out and put the little hairs behind your ear, you flinched surprised at the sudden contact. His hand lingered in the spot just a moment before tracing his fingertips down your neck. You closed your eyes, enjoying his sweet caress.

“It was nice seeing you too.” He whispered in your ear, now his body towering over yours.

It was safe to say that that night Soobin couldn’t stop thinking about you; while deprived of sleep, he started writing down every thought that came to his mind while you flooded every space in his head. He didn’t realized when he fell asleep, head resting down on his desk and with half a paper written thanks to you.

Knock knock. You turned your head towards the door to where the tall, pretty boy stood, gently leaning on against the door frame, a coyly smile for you. You nodded in his direction, greeting him with a small smile on your lips while your eyes told everything in your place: ‘what are you doing here?’ Soobin caught that; still he walked in and placed down his bag on a table. He sat down and took out some things from his bag.

You cleared your throat. “Did you need anything?”

“Oh, I can’t be here?” He tilted his head.

“I don’t really mind… But why are you here?”

“I’m participating in this year’s poetry contest.”

You hummed nodding your head, turning around in your seat to look properly at him. Did he wear glasses before? This was the first time you noticed them. It suited him really good. He didn’t say anything else to you and instead focused all his attention down on his notepad, nibbling down on his pencil.

Just when you turned back to the canva, he lifted his eyes and grinned, trying to suppress his smile from growing bigger.

Truth was, you didn’t really mind sharing the classroom with other people. After all, you had your earphones with you just in case you needed to block anything that could bother you from the little world you were creating. Still, you didn’t really expect to feel the burning of his stare from time to time on your back. So nervewrecking.

Long hours passed day by day where the two of you were sharing a common silence. Only making small talks from time to time when Soobin would feel his head clouded or when you would start getting annoyed at some failed attempts.

As more time you spent together, Soobin started noticing more things about you; the way you’d block him from your own world completely, humming quietly to whatever came to your mind and sometimes even muttering things to yourself which he found kind of cute; or the way you’d massage your back after long hours of painting; how you’d rubbed your temples while sighting or the quick glances you’d steal from him when you thought he wouldn’t noticed.

Oh, did he not noticed all those times you’d look at him with your pretty eyes?

He could notice from the corner of his eyes when you’d turn, pretending to stretch and look outside through the window, how your eyes would trail to him and lingered on himself. He had ended up hurting the inside of his cheek after so much biting to suppress his grinning. And from time to time he’d lift his gaze, caughting you staring at him and enjoying the red in your ears.

“Pretty.”

You were startled when he suddenly talked standing behind you, interrupting the unspoken pact of silence between both.  When had he gotten so close? You tilted your head and looked up at him as he towered over yourself to peek closer at your work. The back of your head hit his low abdomen and that made him look down, a smile spreading in his face that made your cheeks burn up. His hands placed on each side of your face and his thumbs gently rubbed your red cheeks.

“So pretty.” He mumbled and from the look in his eyes you were sure he wasn’t talking about your painting. His eyes moved to your lips, his index finger tracing the corner of your mouth while his own lips slightly parted open. You thought he was going to kiss you and you really wanted him to, but you felt your heart sank in your chest when he pressed his pretty lips into a smile, looking back up at your eyes and let go the hold in your face.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You got up dropping your brush and palette to the floor and turned to him; he could barely react when you grabbed the collar of his shirt in your fist and pulled him down to your height, crashing your lips against his. You kissed him hungerly, melting at the sweet taste of his lips, before parting away from him and looking at his eyes still covered in shock. You felt your ears burning up, but still managed to talk. “Well, you don’t have to look that surprised.”

He chucked, getting out of the sudden shock and his hands grabbed your hips, pressing you against him. Yeah sure, he had played just a little with you trying to get a good reaction from you, but this? He couldn’t imagine you’d react like this and, being completely honest, he loved it.

Soobin hummed delighted when you closed the distance between your lips again, your hands sliding to the back of his neck, tugging at his soft hair. Soon your back was pressed against the cold wall of the classroom, sending shivers down your spin. You felt the hardness of Soobin’s cloth dick rubbing against your tight as his hips started bucking up, making you gasp softly against his mouth, his tongue meeting yours at your sudden open mouth.

His hands moved down to grab your ass, rubbing harder against you before lifting you up easily to match his height, pressing your against the wall. Your legs rounded his waist and pressed him impossibly closer to you, your core aching while he rubbed up his still clothed, hard cock against you, barely being able to relief some ache. Breaking the kiss, Soobin started leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses from your neck to your ear, licking experimentally and moaning against it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head; he moaned so fucking prettily.

“Fuck baby, I missed you so bad,” he whined, slowing down the movements in his hips while locking his lips with yours again, his tongue against yours owning every inch of your mouth. His grip on your loosened before he placing you back down on your own feet. As soon as you stood on your own, he fell down on his knees looking up at you with pleadingly eyes, his hands caressing and squeezing your tights. “let me show you how much I have missed you, mmh?”

“Wa-wait” You gasped at the cold air hitting your skin when Soobin pulled down your overall pants to your ankles, leaving you exposed only with your panties and shirt in front of him. His long, slender middle finger slid against the wet cloth between your legs and you sighed, trying to press togheter your thighs. Soobin gave you an annoyed look and clicked his tongue before grabbing and putting over his shoulder one of your legs exposing you more to him, after throwing away your overall to a corner in the room.

“You’re so wet baby, did you miss me too?” He mumbled sliding your panties to a side and caressing your wet folds with his index finger. Your hips buckled and that made him chuckle. “Eager?” He got his face closer to your core, his breath hitting against your bare skin and kissed softly your clit, again making you flinch. “Want me to eat you up?”

“Soobin, hurry." You whined not liking his teasing at all. He obliged and pulled down your underwear, his eyes never leaving yours before he closed his mouth against your aching hole. Both of you groaned at the same time; Soobin at your such delicious taste, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and you at the way the man on his knees eat you up so good. "Mmh- agh, Soobin, s'good."

All the moans that came from your pretty-self went directly to his aching cock. He switched places with his mouth from your folds to your abandoned clit while inserting easily a finger and then two in you, in and out faster every time. You covered your mouth with a hand, biting down ignoring the fact that you were going to leave some marks on your skin, trying to appease all the noise that scaped uncontrollably from you.

Soobin groaned against you when you started grinding your pussy against his face, matching the pace of his fingers fucking into you. You were so close; you looked down and moaned at the beautiful image of the man eating you out so deliciously, cumming on his fingers. He switched againt his fingers for his mouth and rode you through your climax, hearing the sweet whimpers from your overstimulated self.

"Sob-soobin---fuck."

Your knees trembled and he helped you steady yourself up, putting down your leg and holding you tight by your waist. Soobin crashed his mouth against you making sure you'd taste yourself and started unbuckling his pants. He grabbed your hand and put it right over his hard dick, eyes piercing through you after pulling apart from your mouth.

“Feel that?” He questioned you, grinding against your hand while your eyes glued to his pretty swollen lips. “You make me so fucking hard, baby- god.”

“Soobin, please.” You whined; he smirked loving the way you’d say his name.

“Please what, princess? Say what you want.” You started rubbing your tights together, trying to relieve the aching between your legs.

“Need you to fuck me right now.”

Just as you said that Soobin pulled down his boxers, his hard, fat dick sticking up to his abdomen, the tip shiny from the pre-cum. You bit your lip; you wanted to eat him up so badly. But when he noticed the intention you had to get on your knees, he stopped you grabbing your hips harder, his dick trapped in between the two bodies.

“Where do you think you’re going? Thought you wanted me to fuck you?” He tilted his head and rose an eyebrow; you opened your mouth to reply but he cut you off. “I wanna pound so hard into you, baby so turn around and lift your pretty ass for me, okay?”

Soobin watched you turned to face the hall, putting your ass in full display for him, his hand wanking on his member, a soft gasp living his lips at the godly sight. He pressed his dick against your ass teasingly, grabbing your hips and pressing them against him. After some pleading from your part that had his cock twitching, he positioned the tip against your wet, so hot, entrance and planted a kiss on your back before pushing forward into you; his mouth forming a ‘o’ and a groan erupting from down his throat as you clenched around him, taking him so well.

“So tight for me, ri--ah- right?” He hissed feeling you sucking him up perfectly with your gummy walls while you grinded against his hips for more friction. He started pounding deeper into you, a moan scaping from you as you pressed against the wall trying not to fall. “So damn pretty.”

Soobin eyes were fixated where you and him met, licking his lips and whimpering when you’d clench around him. His pace fastened and he had to bite down on his lip so hard to avoid cumming when you started pounding against him as well, matching his pace. Your fingers rubbed against your knob, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, feeling so close to your climax.

Soobin slid his hand around your chest and grabbed your pretty neck, straightening you and pressing your back against his agitated chest. His mouth reached your ear and he started moaning for you, one hand pressing on your neck, the other pushing his fingers into your mouth while his dick devoured your insides.

“You take me so damn well, baby- fuck.“ He groaned, feeling you clenching at his words. “So fucking pretty, please, make me feel good and cum over my dick, okay?”

It didn’t take more for you to cum, Soobin panting at the feeling of your juices covering his throbbing dick and he thrusted a few more times before cumming too, ropes of cum filling you. He didn’t stop thursting into you until there was a white ring of cum at the base of his dick and you were whimpering so hard that even the fingers in your mouth couldn’t muffle down the sounds.

Soobin turned you around after pulling out of yourself and kissed your lips, not leaving you catch your breath. His hands cupping your face and rubbing sweetly.

“I think…” You said after pulling apart between agitated breaths while Soobin helped you put back your clothes. “We should get out of here before someone comes.”

“Good idea.” He put back on his own trousers and gently kissed your lips again, before going for his stuff.

“You looked so fucked up right now.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Soobin ignored Taehyun’s comment and put down his tray of food on the cafeteria table. He knew he looked bad, after all he had go back late to his place last night and of course, his racing mind and heart hadn't let him sleep at all so he had no other choice but to work on his writing which had resulted in him finally finishing up the submission poetry for the contest and sending it up.

That was why he still had some bed hair and bags under his eyes that thankfully his glasses covered almost completely. Still if you’d look up at him from close, like his friend Taehyung did, you could noticed his sleep deprived self.

He started munching down his lunch when his eyes landed on you walking into the cafeteria, mindlessly looking down at your phone instead of where you were going. Soobin’s eyes were glued to you, his mind flashing back to yesterday, he fought the smile on his face.

Of course, his urge to smile really died when someone sneaked from behind you and hugged your waist, lifting you up in the air and making you gasp in surprise before giggling so beautifully. He hated it. Soobin watched the way Yeonjun put you down before kissing your cheek and hugging your shoulders, walking you to a free table.

“Oh my god, what did that salad even do to you?” Taehyun asked concerned watching Soobin stab furiously the poor lettuce, an annoyed grimace on his face. When his friend didn’t answer him, Taehyun looked where Soobin’s eyes were and hummed as if he got everything. “Are you jealous? Do you like her?”

But Soobin didn’t answer. He just watched carefully how Yeonjun placed a tray of food for you and opened his mouth, you spoon-feeding him before eating yourself.

“Are friends usually that close to each other?” He mumbled to himself but Taehyun perfectly caught that and snickered, earning a death glare from his friend. His eyes went back to you, chatting non-stop with Yeonjun who’s face lazily rested in the palm of his hand while listening and nodding to whatever you were saying.

Taehyun was actually scared Soobin would brake the fork on his hand when Beomgyu joined you and Yeonjun on the table, ruffling your hair and placing down some pudding on your tray. That should be me, thought Soobin, glaring at the boys surrounding you. His eyes met Yeonjun who, for a second, looked defiant into Soobin’s eyes, but then his gaze softened and he interrupted you mid-sentence, lifting up his finger in Soobin’s direction.

Soobin did felt his nerves shutting down and himself relaxing when you turned around and looked at him with your beautiful, so soft, lips stretching into a pretty smile and waving your hand in his direction. Soobin smiled lightly and waved back.

“So you two fucked yesterday?” Repeated Yeonjun earning a glare from you while you snapped your head at him.

“You should scream it out loud in case nobody else heard you.” You told him feeling your cheeks burning up when two girls from the table next to yours turned to look at your curiously.

“Sure thing. Hey! Y/n and Soobin are fuc- Mhm!” You shoved some untouched food into your friend’s mouth muffling whatever the fuck he was going to say and ignored the annoyed look he gave you, munching the food. “You could have killed me."

“I wish.” Gyu mumbled.

“Ah, please!” Yeonjun pulled your chair closer to his and trapped you in between his arms, not letting you a chance of scaping. “You both know you’d be so bored without me, I’m the actual fun part of this friendship."

Taehyun seriously thought Soobin would stab Yeonjun with his plastic fork any minute. Slowly, he took the mortal weapon from his friend’s hand and replaced it with an apple. If looks could kill, Yeonjun would be ten feet underground already.

That day, Soobin didn’t show at your classroom which only made your heart sank, barely being able to concentrate in your painting. As you confessed to your friends, you had really started to like this pretty boy but it scared you so much that you two would only be a fling.

A sighed scaped your lips as you walked down the hall in complete darkness after turning off the light from your classroom. The cold of the night hit you as soon as you put your foot outside and you hurried to the entrance where the same police office man of everyday nodded in your direction.

“Hey pretty.”

Soobin waited for you outside on the other side of the entrance. His back rested against the wall and his arms crossed over his chest. He smiled softly at you and waited for you to react. You, on the other hand, started malfunctioning. Was it possible that he was there just to fuck again? What was the situation between you two?

“Hey,” You answered, barely smiling and looking away from his intense eyes. He took a step away from the wall and closer to you, making you flinch but you managed to lock eyes with his. “you’re pretty late.”

“Am I?” He nibbled down at his bottom lip, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “I had some thinking to do, sorry I didn’t show up.”

“It’s fine, it’s… it’s not like you had to-

“I like spending time with you.” He cut you off, knowing where you sentence was going but he wasn’t going to let it happen. Your mouth hanged open in the air, the words losing sound and you just nodded. “So, I have something to confess.” You hummed, letting him know you were listening. “Today I almost went to prison.”

“What?”

“I really, really, wanted to kick Yeonjun in the face today.” Your eyebrows knitted and he feared you were going to get mad at him, but instead you answered:

“I mean... I get it, but why?"

Soobin chuckled softly and took a step closer to you, cupping your hands in his. “Don’t you know why?”

“...I can thing about some things but I’m not really sure until you tell me.”

“I like you,” He lifted your hands closer to his mouth and placed a kiss on your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. “like so much. I really like you.”

You grinned, feeling the anxiety from all day’s lifting from your chest. Your arms hugged the boy’s torso and placing down your head against his chest, you heard his beating heart.

“I hope this is not a rejection hug?” He mumbled burying his head in your neck and hugging you tightly against him. You chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“I like you too, silly. I was actually so sad you didn’t show up today, I thought this was a onetime thing for you.”

“Well, it was actually two.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I know, but it isn’t like that.” Soobin lifted his head and cupped your face in his big hands. “Actually, there’s something I have to show you. Do wanna crash at my place tonight?”

You sat down on Soobin’s couch sipping at the warm coffee he had made for you and waited impatiently for him to finally show you what he had written for the poesy contest. He took a seat next to you, red tinting his cheeks as he offered you his notepad with slightly shaky hands. You smiled and took it, leaning in closer to him and making yourself comfortable in his embrace before starting to read:

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

That night, Soobin and you fell asleep in his couch with the background sound of the tv on and animation movie’s credits playing on screen. Your body on top of his, with your face burred in the crook of his neck, one hand placed against his chest moving up and down from his soft breaths and the other intertwined with his free hand, while his other hand hugged you tightly to him.

“And you said he wrote this about you?” Gyu repeated incredulously, looking at the screen of his phone that showed this year’s poetry winner posted on the uni’s page. You scoffed at your friend’s remarks and took the phone out of your ear, placing it near your boyfriend’s. Soobin looked at you confused.

“Tell him I’m your muse.” You said silently. Soobin snickered and held your hand that grabbed the phone.

“Hello? Ah, Beomgyu, hi. Yes? Yeah, thanks, I’m so happy right now. Actually…” Soobin’s dreamy eyes went up to look at you and his smiled widened. “Being real honest with you, I couldn’t have won without y/n, she’s my most perfect muse- Hello? Beomgyu? I think he died.”

Marcus Davenport wasn’t a good person, he wasn’t a ‘person’ at all, he was an android and now everyone knew that was because of Douglas, his creator, his father.

Douglas knew that Marcus wouldn’t have even made it to sixteen since androids burn out far quicker than humans with bionics, but it didn’t matter. Even though he was ordered to kill Adam, Bree, Chase, Leo and you, none of you wanted him to die. You all tried to warn him, Chase told him to run but he was set on his orders. Due to that, he was crushed by the ceiling of the crumbling garage as the group all ran to save themselves.

Your eyes filled with tears as you yelled his name, your body a;most moving on its own to grab him, but someone else grabbed you first, you could only hear ringing, you barely registered that you were being dragged out of the area. You only realized when someone was holding you to their chest, their hand covering your head, they were shielding you from the debris as you screamed, as you sobbed. 

Once the damage had been done, you noticed Adam had protected you from the blast. You couldn’t say anything, tears were streaming down your face. You looked around at everyone, but they were already looking at you with deep regret in their eyes.

They knew how much Marcus meant to you.

You made eye contact with Douglas and before you could even stop yourself you stomped towards him, “How dare you!” You yelled, someone grabbing you by your waist to stop you from getting closer. You kicked and flailed as Leo stepped to your side, holding your arm, Bree holding your other. 

Douglas rolled his eyes, “What’s her problem?” He asked, no sort of sympathy in his voice.

Chase stepped in front of you, telling Douglas to just remove himself from in front of you. You couldn’t hear him, you couldn’t hear anything but the sound of the ceiling caving in and crushing Marcus to the point you couldn’t see him anymore.

He must’ve been in so much pain. You knew he was an android, but he still must be so hurt and he was all alone, under so much rubble that no one can get him from under. 

You continued to cry, your body relaxing as you sobbed. Adam, the person holding you from practically jumping Douglas, placed you down to your feet, but they gave in. You fell to your knees, chest heaving from your gasping breaths, you were clawing at your throat because you couldn’t breathe. 

Bree sat next to you, rubbing consoling circles into your back gently, her head on your shoulder, “I’m so sorry.” She whispered, repeating it a few times. 

Leo sat on your other side, gently pulling your hands from your throat so you would stop clawing at yourself. He didn’t say anything, no one else said anything.

The teens all sat around you, comforting you, holding you as you cried, no longer having the voice to scream.

About a week later, the group were all at the Davenport residence, where they lived, and they hadn’t seen you for a while. They knew that they were a little out of it, they had seen someone die, it took a toll on them. Nothing they were feeling was comparable to how you were feeling in that moment. You didn’t text, you didn’t call, you didn’t send any reports which was understandable. 

No one expected anything from you because you were genuinely grieving, and they would give you as much space as possible.

You were in your own lab, a lab that was paid for by Donald Davenport himself after your help with his children, their missions, and all of their tests. Your own personal lab where you could do anything you wanted, he never had much concern because he knew you would never do anything to hurt anyone.

You walked around your lab, turning on a tablet as you reached a long table with a cloth over it. You gently peeled it off to expose a metal like body, parts separate from itself. A few pieces of rubber like skin were connected to the parts which caused you to frown. 

You inhaled a deep breath before releasing it slowly, blinking back tears. “I’m going to fix you, Marcus. Just, give me time.” You whispered to him, sitting in a chair with wheels so you could move more efficiently as you reached for a table with a few tools.

This process would obviously take more than a few days, or a few weeks, you knew this. That still doesn’t stop your disappointment when you try to activate the android, and nothing happens.

“Day 49,” You spoke into a small mic you decided to use for research. You were recording the process in case you did something different that worked better than other tests. “Skull reassembled, initiating power test.” 

You took a step back and rubbed at your eyes, you had barely been getting sleep in the weeks of trying to fix Marcus, but it would all work out in the end. At least you hoped it would. 

With a turn, you input a few codes into your system to initiate the test. You turned back to the android, pressing the start up key. A light entered the android's eyes which made your face light up before it completely put out again. 

Your body slumped as you sat on the floor, “What am I doing wrong?” You groaned, pulling your knees up, placing your head in between them. 

You almost fell asleep in that position until you were shuffling and high pitched whirring sounds. You slowly looked up, eyes wide with shock as you saw the android staring down at you. He didn't really have an expression since half of his synthetic face had been lost in the damage. 

You quickly stood up, grabbing your tablet and speaking quietly, “Power test completed successfully.” 

After a moment you walked up to him, slowly and gently so as to not set off some sort of memory with your facial expression. He didn’t react, his facial muscles didn’t move, so you were unsure if he was trying to or if he didn’t recognize you. 

“Please perform a comprehension test. Repeat the following sentence after me: Testing, one, two, three.” 

You noticed he opened his mouth, but no sound came out so he simply closed it again. “Okay, can you understand me?” You asked and he nodded, you typed it out into a document on your tablet before noting that he can’t speak.

“It seems there's an issue with the voicing function of the android. The comprehension test didn't yield the expected results. I'll need to investigate further to address this issue."

After the initial test, you couldn't run diagnostics since he couldn't speak. You powered him down and thanked the stars that it finally worked.

A few days later, you believed that you figured out the voicing issue and powered him on once again. After running the test, it gave you the proper results and he was able to repeat a few of the phrases for you. Hearing his voice again almost made you tear up, but you kept it down or the sake of putting him back together.

You weren’t worried about any sort of memory or cognitive functions at the moment, you wanted to make sure his body could move, he could feel things, and that his processors were working well.

You tested him everyday until each section was working as needed and began working on the synthetic flesh and facial details so you wouldn’t have to be staring at pure metal with a few pieces of Marcus on it. You’d be able to just look at Marcus.

You let Marcus stay powered on as you worked so he could walk around, do a few tests, live a little bit how he did before just from the comfort of your lab. He would occasionally just watch you intensely as you added details to the silicone rubber for his skin, never really asking questions. 

The time it took to complete the flesh with the silicone and thermoplastic elastomers with your determination was about two and a half months. You already knew Marcus’s design, and from the androids you helped Mr. Davenport with you knew what you were doing. 

Marcus didn’t speak to you at all really, the only time he did was when he asked to stay powered on when you applied the external details. You agreed, not minding it as you applied the  foam first to go under the silicone flesh. After the silicone, everything was easier, and was quicker to get done.

You had a ton of clothes from when Adam, Chase, and Leo stayed over so you put Marcus in a grouping of those and got started on his nails. They were resin and plastic, so they were easy to get done.

Next was his dental, the teeth weren’t as difficult as you expected so you moved on to his eyes, connecting them so he could move them on his own. 

The final thing you had to do was add his hair, his eyebrows, and his eyelashes. That took about a week as a whole, but when you were done, god you were so happy.

After months of work you finally got to see Marcus again, your Marcus. 

One of these days, weeks later, you were just testing his internal systems  so you could do more work on it. You could barely hide how giddy you were to be able to be with Marcus again, but you had to in order to finish the tests.

You sat in a chair at your desk, the reflection of the computer screen in your eyes. “Okay Marcus, it’s time for checks.” You told him, typing a few things into the document you had written up.

The boy looked over to you and nodded, waiting for your first check order.

“Initiate movement status check.”

Marcus rolled his neck around a bit, rotating his shoulders, and kicking his legs from the table before fully standing and stretching his back. “Movement systems online. Limb articulation within standard operating range. Motor functions at full capacity.” He told you, deciding to walk around for a bit.

You were used to this in the routine, so you didn’t blink an eye to it, simply moving on to the next one as you documented the report. “Sensory status check.”

He blinked his eyes and picked up one of the books you had in your lab, among the other things to keep him entertained. “Sensory receptors functioning optimally. Visual, auditory, and tactile sensors are all operational.”

“Emotional status check.” You spoke blankly, tiredly, before yawning and shaking your head, continuing to document. 

Marcus continued to walk around, humming as he ran the system, “Emotional simulation systems activated. Mood regulation protocols operational,” He had a small pause as he ran into an issue, “but experiencing minor glitches. Emotional responses calibrated to mimic human behavior, though intermittently disrupted.” He spoke, his response the same as prior testing.

You grunted a bit, “Explain the glitches.”

“Minor malfunctions detected in emotional simulation systems.” He mumbled a bit, looking at the pictures on your other desk. It was of you and the Davenports. “Glitches attributed to data inconsistencies and software irregularities. Efforts underway to rectify deviations from optimal functioning.” He spoke plainly, picking up one of the pictures, a bit distracted.

“Okay. What are your efforts?”

Marcus cleared his throat, placing the picture down, “I am currently undergoing a diagnostic analysis to pinpoint the sources of emotional simulation systems. Efforts are also being made to recalibrate my data processing algorithms and conduct hardware checks.”

You typed it out into the document, turning to your touchpad desk, “How are those going?” You asked him, pulling up his system on it.

Marcus paused once again, putting his hand through his hair before sighing. “I am unable to proceed with the diagnostic analysis, software updates, or recalibration of my emotional simulation systems.” He admitted, the comment causing you to look up immediately. “External interference or system limitations prevent me from executing these corrective measures at this time.” He finished, looking away.

“I’ll figure it out. Cognitive status check.” You waved it off, placing x’s around what he was talking about. 

“Cognitive processes functioning within expected parameters.” He answered, sitting back on the table that he was on originally, “Memory storage and retrieval systems are partially functional, with limited capacity for retention. Decision-making algorithms operating optimally.”

“What percentage of memory retention capacity are you exhibiting?”

“Memory retention capacity is currently at minimal levels.” He told you, a small flash of an expression on his face but he didn’t keep it on for long. “Able to recall initial construction, select testing procedures, and limited facial recognition. Dialogue recall is limited to brief fragments.” He told you, swallowing harshly.

You nodded and hummed a bit, “Okay, I’ll…” You huffed out a breath. “I’ll have to figure it out another day, I’m sorry, I’m tired.” You told him with an airy chuckle, rubbing your eyes again.

Marcus nodded in understanding, he wasn’t worried about you shutting him off again, you tend to let him run and he just has to sleep in a generated area to keep his system in check. His expression wasn’t because he was worried about you leaving, he was worried and he didn’t know why.

He looked down a bit, “Um…” He began as you packed up your computer and tablet. You looked up at the sound with a raised brow. Marcus clasped his hands together, “How long do you think it’ll be until I have my memories back?” He asked you, his eyes soft, confusion sparking in them.

You thought about it before ultimately looking down, “I don’t know, but I’m trying to get them back to you. Why?”

“I just feel these weird glitches, as if I should know what they are but it’s not connecting.” He explained, rubbing the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes. 

You smiled at him gently, “I won’t stop until you get your memories back. I promise.” You told him before leaving the lab to get some rest.

More weeks passed and Marcus could see your growing frustration because you didn’t have the original system Marcus had been connected to prior. You didn’t know how to regain his memories without overwriting the memory completely. 

One particularly late night, Marcus was in his generated when you had just shut yourself down. You picked up the mic and gently began to cry because you felt like you’ve tried everything. “I can’t fix you.” You mumbled into the mic, recording your voice for the documents, “I can’t fix you completely and I’m so sorry Marcus.” You whispered, keeping your sobs as quiet as possible, “I’m so so sorry.” You sobbed, tears pouring and dripping to the floor as you kept your head down.

What you didn't notice was that Marcus had opened his eyes and watched you sadly as you cried. He didn’t know how he could help you. There was something inside him that wanted to go to you, that hated seeing you cry, but he didn’t know which part that was. He didn’t know why he wanted you to be happy. He didn’t know why he wanted to be so close to you. He didn’t know why he felt so far.

One of the days in passing your hands were implanted onto your face, trying not to cry out of irritation. Marcus walked beside you, squatting down a bit, “What’s wrong?” He asked you suddenly, causing you to flinch a bit. 

He’s known you for months, you’ve built memories with him. He knows your name, but he only knows you because you rebuilt him. He knows your quirks because he’s had no choice but to watch you do them. 

You shook your head, “Nothing, nothing I’m just trying to figure this out.” You mumbled to him, clutching your chest since your heart was racing a bit.

Unfortunately for you, Marcus had bionic hearing, why did you add that feature? You were unsure, perhaps you missed your bionic friends after the months of locking yourself away, only hearing them through phone calls, seeing them through pictures.

The android boy could hear your heart racing and led you to the table he typically laid on, placing a pillow on it, “Just, take a break.” He told you before walking off to another section of the lab.

You couldn't deny Marcus, whether he remembered you or not so you closed your eyes for a moment, only a moment.

While you eventually dozed off to sleep, Marcus opened your laptop and looked through the documents concerning his memory and everything you tried. He went to your touchpad desk and began building something to hopefully help in the long run. Whilst he did that, he couldn’t help his gaze locking to you, softening at your sleeping figure, almost not wanting to pull away. 

After a few long hours, you blinked your eyes open, wiping the watery tears from your eyes when you finally looked through them. You looked around and didn’t see Marcus in any of his usual spots which concerned you.

You jumped up, looking a little closer around the room until you saw him sitting in a chair, holding a framed picture.

“Marcus?” You spoke out quietly so as to not scare him, walking forward. When you looked at the picture it was one of you and him, one you could’ve sworn you locked away in your drawer with a code he couldn’t have known because of his memory loss. 

He didn’t look up, he wiped his eyes with his arm. You nodded as his tear ducts seemed to be working, your mind not stopping from test runs as they’ve been on since the beginning.

You tried again, “Marcus?”

When he finally looked up at you, you saw something in his eyes click. His eyes widened ever so slightly and his lips parted, it’s as if you could see the status check already…’Facial Recognition’.

“You put me back together again…” He trailed off, shaking his head slightly, still staring at you in what seemed like awe.

It was your turn for your eyes to widen. Your breaths quickened as you stared at him, “You know who I am?” You asked him, brows furrowing. 

A choked sob left his lips as he looked away from you, not really answering your question, “You did that alone, and I didn’t remember you the whole time.” He spoke breathily, putting the picture down and turning back to you.

You couldn’t speak as he wrapped his arms around you, holding your head gently, his other arm around your waist as he gently kissed your head. “I’m so sorry, thank you.” He whispered out to you, “Thank you, thank you for not giving up on me.” He softly cried, holding you tightly.

After a moment you slowly wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly, hearing the heartbeat you added which you were so glad you added now. “You remember who I am?” You began to cry, your shoulders shaking harshly as you gasped out your cries.

Marcus cradled your head gently and nodded against you, “I remember you, I promise I do. I’m so sorry for forgetting in the first place.” He continued to cry, holding onto you as if you were the one who disappeared.

The two of you stayed holding each other in the lab, shedding tears, not letting go. You guys may have spent months together, but it felt like you guys had been apart for the entire time and even longer.