#reverse crowe

You were a rule follower, always did what you were told, never complained, did what everyone expected of you. A straight A student. If a student wanted you to do their homework? No problem! A teacher needing you to run all over campus to give students flyers for something unimportant because the teacher didn’t want to do it? Leave the task up to you! Your coworker giving you their shifts because they didn’t want to work? More money for you!

You always did your work for your classes, then did others, making sure everyone was happy with what you can do for them, how you benefited them. It didn’t matter what they wanted, you gave it up because it was the rules, right? You were lower than them, beneath them.

If they told you to lick their shoes clean, you’d do it in a heartbeat! Because that’s what you were. Scum. Nothing important but their little pet. At least, that's what people tell you, it's what you believe.

And guess what? Your hard work has been paying off! Now you sit at a round table that wasn't by the trash cans! Still alone, but a table that doesn't smell of garbage is a step up in your book. At least the smell wouldn't distract you from your and other students' homework.

You had hoped that when the popular girl came up to you that she'd tell you that you have been invited to one of their parties, but you'll take whatever they can give you. It's a step up in this society.

When you got your tray of food from the cafeteria, it only took you a few steps to your table to realize that someone was at your table. You stopped in your tracks, blinking.

No one had dared to even set foot at your table because everyone knew that the popular students gave you that table. All for you. So why was there a person there? At YOUR table, nonetheless!

You gripped your tray tightly, annoyed that someone could even do that. You couldn't see their face. Was it a girl? A boy? It didn't matter, that was your table! You let out a soft sigh before starting to walk to your table.

Once you were at your designated table, you slammed your tray down, rattling your food and the person's. They didn't even look up from their food, too busy chewing on their cold mashed potatoes.

You cleared your throat, which then made them look up at you, finally giving them your attention.

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You were taken aback from their appearance. It was a guy! A really… handsome and attractive guy.

His skin looked like he had been kissed from the Sun, attractively tan. His brown hair was long and messy, with a piece of it in a small braid on the side of his face, his ears had been adorned with different piercings, some looked like they hurt more than others, along with an eyebrow piercing at the edge of his eyebrow. His lips had piercings too, or well, only two that made it look like he had fangs on his bottom lip. His eyes were a deep azure blue, they were beautiful. His outfit contained only the color black and gray, with a necklace that was an upside down cross.

He really was attractive. And this attractive guy was at your table! He raised an eyebrow, seeing how you were staring too hard at him. You shook your head, trying to not think about how hot this guy was and to go back to your original objective. Getting him away from your table!

You cleared your throat, readying yourself to speak. “You're sitting at the wrong table.”

He stared at you for a long moment, long enough to make you feel squeamish. He pushed his tray away, his arms crossed on the table, clearly not wanting to move. He tilted his head slightly to you, his braid moving as he did.

“There's right and wrong tables now?” He asked, his voice sounded like a soft angel talking to you. You swallowed, trying to not think too much about it as you nodded.

“Y-Yes, you're sitting at the wrong table. Please move to a different one.” You said, asking nicely for him to move. But he didn't. He leaned back in the chair, tilting his head to the other side now, keeping his arms crossed over his chest now.

“And who says that there's a right and wrong table to sit at?” He asked, clearly amused by how you were trying to get him to leave. You felt your face twitch, trying to not show how annoyed you were getting. His questions were getting on your nerves. Why couldn't he just move and leave you alone? You didn't have time for his games.

You sighed, claiming defeat as you pulled out your chair across from him to sit down. He clicked his tongue, pouting but unable to hide the corners of his lips from twitching upwards.

“Awe, tired of bantering with me now?” He asked, his tone playful and amused, but you ignored him, unzipping your bag to take out a textbook and a few pages of other students' homework that was due after lunch.

He leaned in now, leaning in close to read the names of the people of the papers, his tray pushed aside.

“Are those yours?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, reading the names. You covered them with your arm, keeping him from reading them.

“Yes.” You said, a simple answer, right? But it didn't satisfy him. His eyes trailed up your face, his expression unamused now than it was a few seconds ago.

“So you have three different names?” He pressed on, his crossed arms on the table again. God, you wished he'd look away.

“Does it matter to you?” You asked, taking out a pen to get to work, hoping that the conversation would end. But it didn't.

“Yes.”

You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow at him. “Yes? How could something like a name be interesting to you?” You asked, becoming curious by his insistence to talk to you about names.

He shrugged, looking at your untouched food then back at you. “It could be because you're doing other students' homework when you aren't supposed to. Or maybe… I just want to know your name.”

You blinked at him, setting your pen down on the papers. “You want to know my name?”

He nodded, looking at you with those blue eyes of his, the same eyes you could get lost in if you're not careful when looking into them. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him, picking up your pencil to go back to finishing others' work. 

“Why would anyone want to know my name?” You asked, more like muttering to yourself as you wrote things down for a student. But he heard it, his eyes reading the words that fell from your lips, tracking each connection your lips made when you spoke.

“What if I give you a name?” He asked, unfolding his arms now, stretching them on the table. You stopped for a moment to look at him, your brows furrowing in confusion.

“Give me a name? Like a nickname?” He nodded, placing his hand on his cheek, his elbow on the table, his blue eyes twinkling with new amusement.

“Yes, if you don't want me to know your name, then I'll give you a nickname. How's that?” He asked, giving you a small smile that was less assuring than anything, like he was messing with you.

You sighed, waving a hand at him, looking at the paper again. “Whatever gets you to stop talking and to let me do my work.” You said, not sparing him anymore of your attention.

“Alright, Starlight.” He said softly, his arms crossed on the table again, laying his head on his arms. Your hand stuttered for a second, your eyes snapping back to his, seeing the mischief in his eyes.

“Starlight?” You repeated the nickname softly, which he nodded his head on his arms, his teasing smile widening.

“Yes. It's perfect for you, no?” He asked, not elaborating on the name or why he even suggested it. You sighed, giving in and telling your name to him softly. It was better than hearing him call you the nickname he picked out.

He repeated your name softly, as if testing it out with his own voice. But the way he said it… it made your stomach do a little flip on itself. He looked up at you again, tilting his head slightly to see you better, a small happy smile on his lips now, still teasing but happy.

“It's perfect for you.” He whispered softly, too softly for your taste. You felt your face get hot and looked away from him, clearing your throat once more.

“W-What’s yours.. since you know mine now.” You said, your fingers fidgeting with the pen, suddenly feeling nervous now.

He didn't say anything at first, as if seeing how uncomfortable you'd get before he spoke. “Jericho, but… I'd rather you call me Crowe instead.” He said, his eyes averting away from you for a moment.

You looked at him again, repeating his name in your head. Crowe.. it sounded familiar to you, but you couldn't place the name anywhere. You shrugged it off and gave him a small smile, holding out your hand now to shake his.

“Well, Crowe, you can stay as long as you let me do the rest of my work.” You said, a small compromise that you slightly hoped that he'd accept. He looked at your hand, then at you, then back at your hand, hesitating before moving his hand to wrap around yours, shaking it a little. His hand felt oddly warm around yours, and slightly wet like he was sweating. His touch lingered more than necessary, his looking into yours.

“Ok then.”

And that was the beginning of a somewhat good friendship, or at least that is what you started to believe. Crowe would sit with you the rest of that week, watching you as you finished other students’ homework. He'd always sit across from you, occasionally striking up conversations that you'd comply in, talking to him as you did your work. He was becoming your one and, seemingly, only good friend.

You never knew how much you had in common with Crowe! Like how you both love the stars and the night, the smell of books, everything peaceful instead of the chaos of the world. You both even love blueberry pie! You’ve debated on whether or not to make some for the both of you, as a little “thank you” for him being your friend. But why would you thank someone for being your friend? Is it because he hasn’t made fun of you yet? Or maybe it’s because he actually listens to what you have to say, no matter how dumb or ignorant you sound? You may have to ask him…

On the fifth day of your newfound friendship, today, Crowe had decided to sit closer to you, not right beside you, but just an arms length away. You were talking to him about this astronomy book you had recently found in the school’s library near the back of the library.

You were interrupted by someone roughly tugging on your hair, making you wince in pain, looking over to see who it was. Jeremy. The school’s top football player, who often plays with a guy named Deryl, who also happens to be the school’s top football player. But Jeremy was the total opposite of Deryl, mean and ruthless. Also the top bully to pick on you and make you do his work.

“Hey there, lil’ doggy. I’ve been lookin’ for ya.” Jeremy said with a smirk playing on his lips. He still hadn’t let go of your hair. Your eye twitched but you stayed calm, your hands ruffling the ends of your shirt. His friends’ snickered behind him at the new nickname he had come up with for you. Always a new nickname.

“What is it that you need, Jeremy?” You asked, your voice soft, avoiding his gaze.

Jeremy lets go of your hair to reach into his bag, taking out some papers and slamming it on the table, making you flinch a little. Jeremy smirked at that, seeing how he can make you flinch without even touching you. He leaned down close to your face, but you made sure to not look at him, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing the fear in your eyes. If Jeremy was a bloodhound, he’d definitely be able to smell the fear coming off of you, hell, he might even smell it now from how close his face was to yours.

“I need you to do these math problems for me. And this time, dumb it down for the teacher, yes? He doesn’t need to know that I’m not doing the work, and he’s getting suspicious on why I sound so smart on paper—” He tapped on the paper with his index finger, keeping his face close to yours. His breath smelled of beef jerky and mountain dew. Gross. “—and not smart off paper. Can you do that for me, lil’ doggy?”

You nodded, hoping that he would just go away and leave you alone. But he didn’t go away, not yet at least. He reached up, patting the top of your head slowly, like he would a dog.

“Good girl. You listen so well.” He whispered softly to you, his fingers running through your hair now. He touched the ends of your hair, twisting them between his thumb and index finger. “I wonder how well you’ll listen to me for… other things.”

Suddenly, a chair scraped back beside you, startling you to look over to find Crowe had stood up from his seat, glaring at Jeremy. Seemingly to take notice of your friend, Jeremy looked away from you to look at Crowe, raising an eyebrow, clearly uninterested in him.

“That’s enough.” Crowe’s voice was stern and cold, his eyes dark with something you didn’t want to know what. But it has scared you. Just a little. 

“Who the hell are you?” Jeremy asked, standing up slowly from leaning over, still holding your hair in his fingers. He had no intent on letting go just yet.

“Let go of her.” Crose dismissed the question, his eyes narrowing while looking at the jock. “You gave her your papers. Just go away now.”

The jock scoffed, as if baffled that anyone would stand up for you. He tugged on your hair again, hard enough to make you wince and make a small sound of pain. Crowe took a step forward, as if he was going to stop him, but Jeremy spoke, stopping Crowe. 

“You’re standing up for this little shit?” He pointed to you with his free hand, still gripping your hair. “Why would anyone wanna do that? You got a lil’ crush on her or something?” He asked condescendingly, chuckling as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

“Let go of her and leave her alone.” Crowe restated. You looked down at Crowe’s hand to find it curled into a ball, his knuckles white from how tightly he was holding his fist, as if fighting himself back on throwing a punch.

“Hey… you know, you look familiar. Where have I seen you before?” Jeremy asked, finally letting go of your hair, raising his hand up to cup his chin, as if he was thinking. He moved around your chair, moving to get closer to Crowe, getting a better look at him.

Crowe didn’t back down, though, he seemed to stand up slightly straighter, as if letting him take a good look at him, daring him to look closer.

Jeremy tilted his head a little, contemplating where he had seen Crowe before. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers, as if finally figuring it out. “Oh, that’s right! I remember now.” He started, placing a hand on your shoulder, making you jump a little from the sudden feeling of his hard grip there. He pointed to Crowe, a knowing smile on his face.

“I remember you from last year. You’re the freak who was outside the girls restroom. The freak trying to take pictures of–” He wasn’t able to finish his sentence when Crowe had enough and threw a punch at the jocks face hard, earning a loud wet crunch. Hard enough to make the jock stumble backwards, letting go of you as he groaned.

You jumped up out of your seat, gasping, watching Jeremy holding his nose with his hand. Droplets of blood poured out of his hand and onto the once white floor. He moved his hand from his nose, which made you let out another terrified gasp, along with a few other students’ gasps when they heard some commotion happening.

Jeremy’s nose looked twisted, dark red liquid dripping down his nose and onto his chin and shirt, then on the floor. You looked over to Crowe’s hand, seeing it unclenched and slightly bloody from where he had hit the jock. Jeremy cupped his nose again, glaring at Crowe.

“You- You sick fuck! You broke my nose! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Then he pointed at you, making you take a step backwards to the table, trembling. “You! You knew he was going to do this, didn’t you?! You fucking freak!”

You stuttered on your words, tears stinging your eyes, threatening to fall if you didn’t stop them.

No. No, I would never! I didn’t know! The words clammed up in your throat, unable to escape you as the tears you tried to hold back started to fall, a lump building in your throat. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but only a few small gasps came out.

You felt someone grab your hand, pulling you to start running in the opposite direction of the chaos that was starting to unfold. You look to see Crowe dragging you away from them, your vision blurry from your tears.

“Stop them! Get those fuckers!” You heard Jeremy call out, but no one made a move to stop you two as Crowe pulled you away, his hand wrapped around your wrist.

Crowe kept pulling you until he pushed open an emergency stairs exit door, opening it just enough to get you inside. He ran down a few flights of stairs before stopping, letting you two catch your breath. He didn't let go of your hand as he leaned against the cool wall, both of you panting heavily from running.

Your lungs felt like they were on fire. Maybe you should do a little more exercising more often.

You looked down at his hand still holding your wrist, staring at it before yanking your hand away from him, making him jerk forward a little.

“Hey, what-”

“What's your problem?!” You yelled at him, keeping a somewhat good distance away from him, holding your wrist with your hand now. He shushed you, in case there were still students around. There probably wasn't, but neither of you could know that.

“Keep your voice down, you'll get us caught if you keep yelling.” He whispered-spoke to you.

But you didn't care. You didn't care if someone heard you, you didn't care if someone caught you and him. You were angry at Crowe for what he had done, angry that you let him hit Jeremy, angry at yourself for not stopping it when you knew something bad was going to happen.

“Why did you do that?!” You continued, glaring at him through your watery eyes, tears threatening to fall once again. He blinked, taken aback by the tears in your eyes. 

“Do you know what you have done? Do you know what you just cost me?” You asked him, tears starting to fall down your cheeks to your chin. You were an ugly cryer, but you didn't care at this moment, you didn't care if you let him see past your broken facade of a perfect student, the perfect target for people.

His brows furrowed, watching you as you try to keep yourself together, but failing. He reached out and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you a little.

“Did you hear what he was saying? Were you listening when he was basically asking what you’d do for him in bed?” He asked, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly, not enough to hurt but enough to let you know that he was there, trying to get some sense into you.

You batted his hands away, wiping your tear-stained face. “It doesn’t matter what he was insinuating. You shouldn’t have done what you did.” You told him, sniffling. You crossed your arms over your chest, not looking at him.

He bit his inner cheek, as if contemplating something. He sighed softly, reaching out to place his hand back on your shoulder, his touch gentler and softer now.

“Look, I’m sorry if what I did had ruined.. whatever you had with them. But I am not sorry that I did it. He deserved it for being such a dick.” Crowe gently turned you enough to make you look at him. He looked sincere, like he was actually sorry that he might’ve ruined your reputation.

You hesitated before speaking, your voice soft. “It’s.. ok. I forgive you… just don’t do it again.”

He smiled a little and nodded, finally letting go of your shoulder. Now that you thought about it, you couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you as you wiped your face again with your sleeve.

“It was kind of funny how he looked after you punched him.”

Crowe chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Yea? Well, now he looks ten times better than he did before.” You sort of laughed at that, though, you couldn’t help the little feeling you had when he wrapped his arm around you.

You looked at his hand from the corner of your eyes, seeing his hand still a little bloody and bruised from when he punched Jeremy. It scared you a little, seeing how Crowe had easily broken his nose.

“We should probably get your hand cleaned and to the nurse.” You finally said, looking away from his hand. He shrugged, seemingly unbothered by his small injury.

“It’s fine. It’ll heal over. I’ve had worse ones than that.”

Worse ones? What does that mean? Before you could question him, Crowe started to walk down the stairs. Since he had his arm around you, you began walking with him as well, startled by it.

“We should go, before they catch us. We can go to my place, it’s close by.” He said, not waiting for your response as you two went down the stairs.

“But our things-”

“They’ll still be here when we come back on Monday.” He interrupted you, and that was that.

You walked with him out of the school, his arm still around your shoulders. Whenever you tried to move his arm, his grip would tighten slightly, as if he didn’t want you to move away from him, so instead you let him hold you like that.

But, if you were being honest, it felt a little… strange. It might’ve seemed like you two were a couple instead of friends. But it didn’t seem to bother Crowe, in fact, he seemed to pull you slightly closer to him when other people looked at the two of you. Strange indeed.

When you arrive at a large house, he finally lets go of you to head up the white porch. You blinked, looking up. It was a two story house that looked well cared for. The house was painted a pastel blue with white trims around it. It looked… nice. The porch was white, along with a white porch swing with a few throw pillows on it.

You looked back at him, his back facing you as he reached down, moving the corner of the door mat and picking up something that you could have guessed to be a key.

“This is your house?” You asked, stepping up to the porch. He turned back to look at you, his hand on the doorknob. 

“Well, sort of. It’s my Aunt’s place. But she’s not here right now, so I’m just staying here alone for a while.” He turned back, unlocking the door and opening it for you. You climbed up the stairs of his porch and went inside, making sure to take your shoes off at the door. He did the same, closing the door behind him.

You looked around, seeing how spacious and clean the house was. It looked bigger on the inside than it did on the outside.

His house looked like it could be in a magazine!

Noticing your gaze, he couldn't help but chuckle, gently grabbing your hand. The sudden warmth of his hand on yours made your heart stutter. For whatever reason.

“C'mon, I'll show you to my room.” He started dragging you along up the stairs, not waiting to hear your protests. Not that you had any, anyways, you were a little curious to see what his room had looked like.

He opened a door to one of the upstairs bedrooms, letting you enter first. You let go of his hand, though he reached out to grab it again, he stopped himself, keeping his hands to himself.

You entered the room, surprised to find everything clean and not so… dark. Was that the right word? 

His room was spacious, his bed against the middle of the wall, a nightstand on each side of his bed, his dresser on the other side of the wall by his bathroom, facing the bed, burnt orange colored curtains covered the windows, not letting any sun in, but some of the rays had snuck past the curtains, lighting up his wood floors.

There were a few posters hanging up, a few bands you had heard before but don't listen to frequently. Bookshelves full of different types of books, none that you could read from afar. There was a desk near the corner of his room, covered in papers and books that were either closed or open to a certain page. A mirror hung above the dresser and above his bed.

Your brows furrowed at the sight of a mirror above his bed. Why would he need that there? Does he like to watch himself sleep or something?

Noticing your glance, he waved a hand dismissively, not even explaining why he had it in the first place. “Just decoration.”

Right. Decoration.

You didn't question him, despite some part screaming at you to, as you took a seat on his bed, trying to not glance up at the mirror. He sat down at his desk, facing you.

Neither of you spoke, but the more you looked at him, the more he seemed a little nervous. He kept his hands in his lap, his eyes avoiding yours. He didn't look nervous, but you can still tell.

You glanced down at his hand, remembering his bruises and bloody hand. The blood was dried now, but it still made you queasy just from looking at it. You shot up from his bed, startling him in the process.

“First aid kit. Do you have one?” You asked, needing something to do other than to sit in awkward silence.

He pointed to his bathroom, which you immediately headed to. You opened a few cabinets before finding the mini first aid kit. You came back to the bedroom with it, walking to the desk he was at, setting the first aid kit down and opening it.

He watched you, his eyes lingering on your face as you gently picked up his hand, holding it in yours. You didn't seem to notice the longing in his eyes as you got an alcohol wipe from the mini box.

You dabbed it gently on his knuckles, an attempt to clean the blood, which earned a soft hiss from him, his hand twitching slightly in yours. Seems like he got a few cuts just from punching a guy.

“Sorry.” You muttered softly, continuing to gently dab the wipe on his knuckles.

He didn't even notice the pain anymore as he kept looking up at you, his lips parted slightly as he watched you focus on treating his wounds. His heart began to race a little from how close you were now, how you stood between his legs. He could wrap his arms and legs around you if he wanted to.

He did want to. But he didn't, he stayed still. Just for you.

You set the now bloody wipe down on the desk, getting a good look at his hand. His knuckles were red and bruised, a few cuts had appeared on them as well. It didn't really make any sense, how cuts can just form after punching someone. They must be old wounds.

You didn't question him as you grabbed a few bandages, opening them to place them on his knuckles.

You remembered what Jeremy had said, or tried to. You didn't look at him when you spoke up, as if you were a little afraid of what Crowe would say. “Jeremy had said something, before you had harmed him. That you… were looking in the girls bathroom. Is that true?” You didn't look at him, you couldn't, not when your face burned when you thought about him peeking and taking pictures of the girls in the bathroom.

His hand tightened in yours again, but he didn't say anything, not for a long beat. “He's full of shit.” He finally said, his voice low. His words had eased something inside you, glad to know that he hadn't done that last year.

Instead, you placed the second bandage on his knuckle, your thumb brushing over them.

“You have to be careful and not do things like that.” You said softly to him, referring to hurting others like before. He watched your mouth move, but he wasn't really listening to the words you were saying anymore.

You looked at him, finally noticing how he was looking at you, noticing how close you two were suddenly. You kept a hold of his hand, though you felt him squeeze your hand gently, as if seeing if you were really there in front of him, like his eyes were deceiving him. They weren't.

You looked down at his now clean and bandaged hand, seeing how his fingers curled around yours. You didn't know why or what compelled you to do such a thing, but you raised your hand up to place a soft kiss to his knuckles.

Your lips lingered on his hand before pulling away, looking at him. His blue eyes were wide and his cheeks darker than before, his mouth slightly wider than it had been moments ago. He hadn't expected you to kiss his wound.

He swallowed hard and looked away, using his hair as an attempt to hide his face. “I'm not.. a child.” He muttered out softly.

Seeing him so shy than he usually is, it did something to your heart, and you didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. You smiled softly nonetheless.

“But did it feel good?” 

He didn't answer, but he squeezed your hand again, as if that was answer enough.

You let go of his hand and moved back to his bed, plopping yourself down on it, laying back fully and looking up at the ceiling, staring at yourself in his mirror.

Today has been troublesome. You don't even know if you should go back to school after the events that happened today. Sure, Jeremy did deserve what he got. If you were being honest, he deserved a lot more than just that. A hell of a lot more. But still…

“Hey,” Crowe started, standing up from the chair he was sitting at, the chair making a soft groaning sound when he removed his weight from it.

"Wanna do something?" He asked, heading to his dresser. You sat up, looking at him with a curious eyebrow raised, a little confused by his sudden question.

"Do what?"

"Something fun." 

You watched as he opened a drawer in his dresser, taking something out. You blinked.

"A.. crowbar?" You asked softly, confused that he even had that. "What do you need that for?" You asked, sitting fully upright on his bed now. He turned to you, looking at the crowbar in his hands before looking up at you, a devilish grin on his face.

"We are going to scare those people." He said, admitting what this "fun" was going to be. Your brows shot up in surprise by his idea, looking at the crowbar in his hands. You knew what he had meant by "those people." The bullies who constantly harass you, tormented you since you started going to that college.

Those who thought less of you. Who called you scum and pet. Those who used you for their own personal needs.

Those people.

"With a crowbar?"

He nodded, walking over to you, lowering the crowbar to his side. "Yes. Those... 'friends' of yours are having a little party tonight. And they invited us." He said, his voice becoming dangerously low yet still soft. You looked up at him as he towered over you, your hands in your lap.

"They did? Even after what.. you did?" You asked, becoming more confused on why they did that. When did they do that? He nodded again, raising his free hand to gently place it on your head, looking down at you with soft eyes.

"Well, they don't know that they had invited us. And we are going to go there and scare them. Like a fun little surprise. Doesn't that sound like fun?" He asked, leaning down enough to be eye to eye with you now, his hand still in your hair, slightly ruffling it.

"I don't know, Crowe... Isn't the crowbar a little.. much?" You asked, looking back down at the crowbar he still had. He moved it behind his leg, as if that was enough to keep you from looking at it.

"Didn't they do something similar to you last year? They used, oh what did they use?" He pondered for a moment, raising his hand from your head to tap his chin lightly. "Oh, that's right, they used a baseball bat to scare you. What did they do with it?" He asked, placing his hand on your head again, tilting your head back to make you look up at him. "Didn't they smash it against your locker with all your things in it? The bat came close to your head, didn't it?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side as he looked at you, his eyes dangerously dark.

Your brows furrowed.

"I never told you that they did that."

His hand tightened slightly in your hair, but his fingers slowly dragged down your head to your cheek, gently cupping your face.

"Well... still, they did do that, right?" He asked again, this time, you nodded. He continued. "And today? When Jeremy called you a little dog? How he had made such a… suggestive comment to you." He gripped the crowbar tightly until his knuckles were white behind his leg, his eyes darkening at the memory.

He stood up suddenly, removing his hand from your face. "This will just be.. payback, for what they did to you. What all of them did. Ok?"

You stared at him, your heart starting to race from the thought of scaring those jerks who had scared you many times over. Maybe scaring them one time wouldn't be so bad...

You stood up from his bed, your hands clenched into fists as you looked at him, a smirk forming on your lips.

"Ok then, let's scare the shit out of them.”

His smile returned, his smile devilish like it had been before when he brought up the idea. He held his free hand out to you, urging you to take it. When you did, he pulled you closer to him, just enough for you to collide with his chest, his hand letting go of yours so his arm could snake around your waist.

“Then let's go out tonight and hunt, shall we?”

You probably should have changed your clothes that night as you walked quietly behind Crowe in the dark, the only light being the moonlight as your shoes softly stepped on the leaves under you, holding Crowe's hand as he led you further into the woods.

Crowe hadn't said anything about what his plan was, or how he was going to scare them, or how he knew where they would be. All you knew is that they were somewhere in the woods close to the campus and that Crowe needed to bring the crowbar with him. You didn't question it.

You trusted Crowe enough to not hurt you with it, trusted him enough to not hurt anyone with it. But something inside you told you that this “fun” idea of his was wrong and was about to get bad.

Suddenly, Crowe stopped, which made you stop suddenly, accidentally bumping into his back.

“Wha-”

“Shh.”

You peaked over his shoulder, seeing a few of the other football players around a small circle of fire that they had made. Your breath got caught in your throat. Jeremy was there.

He had gauze and a stint wrapped on his nose, holding his once broken nose straight in place. He must've gotten it done during school today. He was sitting on a tree trunk, the tree itself had been tossed on the other side of the fire, his friends were sitting on it, laughing at whatever Jeremy had said. It probably wasn't even that funny.

Crowe turned back to look at you, a wide smile across his face. You wanted to ask him what his plan was, but you didn't get a chance to when you felt his lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his hand on your shoulder.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being pushed towards the three jocks, stumbling forward until you fell on your hands and knees. Sticks dug into your palms and knees when you fell, dirt clinging to your skin.

The three guys stopped laughing, turning their heads to look at you, shocked to see what had stumbled upon their little secret meet up.

You scrambled to get up off the ground, looking behind you to find Crowe had vanished. Did he leave you here alone?

“Well, well. Look who it is. It's lil’ doggy!” Jeremy called out, standing up from the tree trunk.

You turned back to face them, all three of them standing now. Jeremy slowly made his way to you, which made you take a few steps back.

“Well, isn't this such a surprise? I thought that after what you and your little friend pulled today, you wouldn't have the guts to show yourself.” He announced, taking another step to you. You stepped back.

“I did nothing today.” You said, but it didn't matter. It didn't matter if you did something or not. It was the fact that you were there. The fact that you were with Crowe when he did it, that you didn't stop him when he broke his nose. That you let it happen.

“Exactly. Now my question is, why are you here right now? Were you stalking us?” He asked, amusement evident in his voice. 

You looked back around, your eyes scanning in the dark for Crowe. That was a mistake.

Jeremy grabbed your wrist hard, making you wince from the pain as he pulled you closer to his chest, his other hand going up to your arm to hold you in place. He smelled like cheap booze.

“It doesn't matter. But now that you're here, why don't we have a little fun?~”

Fun? You didn't want to have fun anymore, you didn't want to be here, to be in the arms of someone who groped you and made suggestive comments to you, the same person who yanked you by your hair when you tried ignoring him, who'd pin you against the lockers in an attempt to seduce you.

You started to struggle against him, trying to break free of his hold. But he held you too tight, his fingernails digging into your skin through your shirt, hard enough to make you cry out in pain.

“If you keep struggling, it'll only get worse for you.” He said, leaning in close to your ear, whispering to you. “I think I'll have my fun first. Then my friends can have the rest of ya.”

He flicked his tongue out and licked up from your cheek to your temple, making you whine and shudder from the gross feeling of his wet tongue dragging on your skin.

His friends chuckled behind him, seeing how uncomfortable you were becoming. Not that they cared. They only cared about what you might be hiding under your baggy clothes.

As adrenaline and fear started coursing through your veins, you lifted your knee high and fast enough to kick him in between his legs. Hard.

He groaned out in pain, tossing you on the ground to grab his crotch in pain. You landed on your side, your bones groaning in pain from the fall.

You rushed to get up, feeling dizzy from being thrown down so hard. You stumbled a little when you started running into the woods, but you caught yourself, running like your life depended on it. It kind of did.

You heard yelling behind you as you tried to navigate your way through the darkness, your eyes slowly adjusting to the dark as you ran further from the light and the guys.

Sweat was running down your face and back, breathing heavily as you tried to get to safety. Where was Crowe? Why did he leave you there with them? Why didn't he help you?

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you ran, thin tree branches occasionally whacked your face, leaving a few small cuts in their wake. You heard footsteps chasing after you, making you scream and panic.

Where the fuck was Crowe?!

Suddenly, you felt something hard hit the back of your head, making you trip and fall on your face. A rock had been thrown at you.

You groaned into the dirt, slowly turning to look behind you, finding Jeremy had caught up with you. He stopped just above you, panting heavily. He looked pissed.

He then kicked your side, making you help in pain, clutching your side.

“Fucking bitch. I thought you knew better than to disobey me.” He leaned down to push you on your back, stepping over you, his legs on either side of you. He lowered himself until he was sitting on top of you, making you groan and wince from the weight of him on you.

“Now, you'll fucking listen to me and start to obey.” He gripped your shirt, ripping it like it was nothing but paper to him.

You screamed, thrashing against him, kicking your feet under him. It was no use. He was much stronger than you, bigger than you.

“No, no, stop! Please, I'm sorry!” You pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears as Jeremy ripped off your bra, causing you to scream louder, trying to push him off of you as he kept you pinned to the ground.

“Crowe! Crowe, please! Help me!” You called out, calling for Crowe, for anyone to come and save you.

You felt a hand slap your face, your scream cut short.

“Shut the fuck up and take it you fucking bitch.” Jeremy reached down and started unzipping his pants.

Tears fell down your face as you tried to push him off you, sobbing as you pleaded with him to stop.

Why won't anyone help you?

Then, as if some God had answered your sobbing prayers, a wet crunch had hit the back of Jeremy’s head, making him cry out and fall off of you, landing beside you.

Crowe had the crowbar raised high as he stepped over to where Jeremy was laying. There was blood already on his skin and clothes.

He swung the crowbar, landing on Jeremy’s head, a wet crunch was made from the contact.

He swung again.

Crunch.

Again.

Crunch.

Swing.

Crunch.

Swing.

Crunch.

Crowe kept swinging the crowbar over and over, blood spraying on him and you. You hastily sat up, covering yourself with what little bit of your shirt you had, unable to look away as Crowe bashed in his head over and over.

“You—” Swing. “piece—” Crunch. “of—” Swing. “shit!” Crunch.

It wasn't until Jeremy’s face was unrecognizable and bloody that Crowe had stopped, seemingly satisfied at the work he had done on Jeremy. His face was bashed into his skull, his brains flung out all over the ground and some on Crowe. He didn't care.

He didn't care as he looked at you, panting heavily. His gaze softened at the sight of you, at how terrified you were, how you held your shirt against you to cover yourself. He dropped the crowbar on the ground with a soft thud, moving closer to you.

“Starlight-”

“Why did you leave me?!” You yelled at him, finally snapping out of your trance, looking up at him with teary eyes.

He stopped, his hands out to you. Stopping when you yelled at him.

“You left me! He was— he did—” You couldn't finish what you were going to say, tears falling down your face as you stared up at him.

Crowe slowly got down on his knees, crawling to you, his eyes never straying from yours as he got close enough to wrap his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. You tried to push him away, but he wouldn't let you, laying his head on top of yours.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry I left you alone. It was the only way I could get to them.” He whispered softly against your head, his bloody hands gently stroking your hair, his touch gentle than it had been moments ago when he was bashing Jeremy's face in.

“You left me.” You sobbed against his chest, finally giving in to his touch, your hand clutching his shirt.

He kept stroking your hair, his other hand around your chest, keeping you covered by his arm.

“I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't think it was going to take me this long to get to you.” He said softly to you, kissing your head and temple.

He moved his hand from your chest to cup your face, making you tilt your head up so you can look at him. He placed gentle kisses all over your face, your forehead, your temple, your nose, cheeks, your jaw. Littering apologetic kisses all over.

You closed your eyes as he kissed your eyelids, kissing away your salty tears. Then he kissed your lips, his lips warm and wet against yours, wet from your tears.

Your hand on his black button up tightened as he kissed you. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, keeping you in place as he kissed you tenderly and passionately.

He tilted his head slightly as he kissed you, parting your lips to kiss deeper, his tongue sweeping in your mouth, groaning softly at the taste of you.

When he finally pulled away, he placed more soft kisses on your jaw down to your neck, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Please, my Starlight. Forgive me.” He muttered softly to you, his hot breath fanning against your skin when he spoke.

You looked over to where Jeremy’s dead body was, seeing his face bashed into the ground. Crowe saved you. He heard your cries and saved you, even if his method was… unethical.

He helped you up after a few moments of just sitting on the ground, having enough time to process everything. He took off the jacket he had around his waist to place on your shoulders, covering you as he led you out of the woods, passing the little camp Jeremy had on the way out. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at the sight before you.

One of the students was laying in the fire, burning his body and clothes. The other guy was slumped against the tree trunk, his leg crooked in a way that wasn’t possible for a human to do with their bones in the way. And the smell of a burning body and blood stung the air around you. You held in a gag.

How could one person do something like this?

Crowe walked along, not paying any mind to the bodies on the ground, trying to make sure that you kept walking instead. He led you in the shadows, making sure to stay out of the street lights as he led you back to his house.

It felt longer on the walk over there than it had on the way to the woods. Your legs felt numb and aching as you walked. You hadn’t even noticed that your knee was bleeding, though the blood had dried on the walk.

Once you were safely in his house, Crowe helped you go up the stairs to his room, letting you take a shirt of his to go take a shower. You were in desperate need of one, but Crowe wouldn’t tell you that. 

You stood in the shower, staring down at the drain, watching as the dirt and blood swirled around and went down the drain. It felt strange taking a shower in someone else’s house. It felt like someone, or something, was watching you. You shivered at the thought.

You finally finished with your shower, drying off with a towel Crowe had left you on the counter sink.

You didn’t have any clean underwear, so you just decided to not worry about it, sliding the shirt over your head. It felt nice on you, soft and slightly warm from the warm air from the shower.

You stepped out of the bathroom, your hair still damp after drying it. You found Crowe sitting on his bed, staring at his hands. Did he regret what he did? Did he feel guilty or sick from murdering people? They were bad people, but people nonetheless.

He looked up, taking notice of you. Your face became hot as you felt his gaze linger longer than necessarily on your legs. His gaze went up to your face, seeming relieved that you seemed somewhat ok.

He opened his arms for you, wanting you to come closer to him. You hesitated. Why wouldn’t you? After what he had done? And yet, your legs moved before your brain could process, moving towards him. He reached out to you when you were close enough, pulling you gently closer to him.

He pressed his face against your stomach, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he held you, holding you in between his legs.

You hesitated before your fingers gently started to stroke his hair, soothing him. Why? You weren't entirely sure. You should be scared of him, but... you weren't. Far from it. You didn’t feel scared at least.

He nuzzled his face against your stomach, his fingers tightening on the shirt he gave you.

"I really am sorry. I didn't mean to make you wait for so long." He whispered softly against you, one of his hands sliding down to your thigh, his fingers lightly stroking up and down on your skin.

You felt your face get hot, your fingers stopping in his hair. Why was this making your heart race? You weren't scared. Maybe you liked the way he was touching you. How he was sorry for making you wait for him, how his gentle touches send chills through your spine, but you weren't scared. Not of him. At least you didn't think so.

Maybe you were, just a small amount. But your trust weighed more than your fear.

"It's.. ok, Crowe." You whispered to him,.your fingers going back to playing with his hair.

His fingers stopped on your thigh, staying still for a moment as he thought of something.

"Would you let me?" He asked softly against his shirt. "Prove to you that I'm sorry. That my touch would be different than how... he had done it. Would you let me? I promise to make you feel wonderful..."

His question hung in the air between you two, his voice softer than you've heard it before, almost vulnerable. You swallowed hard before answering.

"Yes... please, Crowe."

He looked up at you, smiling softly to himself as he pulled you closer, his hand moved from your thigh to your cheek, leaning in to kiss you like he did in the forest, but this time gentler, sweeter.

You closed your eyes, leaning in this time as you kissed.

His lips moved slowly against yours, his tongue grazing your bottom lip, silently asking for permission. You opened your mouth for him, letting his tongue explore you again, his tongue swirling around yours, muffling your soft sweet moans.

He slid his hands to your waist, swiftly moving you to lay down on his bed, careful when placing your head on the pillows.

He sucked on your tongue gently before breaking the kiss, a string of saliva connecting to your lips. He broke it with a soft kiss to your lips before burying his face in your neck, nibbling on your soft skin there, leaving marks in their wake.

His hand moved from your waist down to the end of your shirt, lifting it just enough to feel in between your legs, feeling your bare pussy. Feeling how wet you were. He let out a soft noise of approval against your neck, sucking on the spot just below your ear.

"W-Wait—hhnn.." Your voice faltered when he pushed his middle finger slightly into you, your fists clinging onto his shirt like a lifeline. It was starting to get intense for you. He hummed softly into your neck, his finger stopping.

"Would you like me to stop?" He asked softly, pressing another kiss to your neck, this time softer than before.

You swallowed hard, trying to catch your breath. Your body was trembling under him, trembling with need and fear. Fear of what? Maybe of him, maybe of what he could do, what he can do, what his hands are capable of. You shook your head, opening your eyes slowly, your hands still clenched around his shirt.

"N-no.. please... keep going." You whispered softly to him, your voice shaking slightly when you spoke. He smiled against your neck, placing a kiss on your shoulder before pulling back slightly to look at you, to see your flustered face, how beautiful you were against his pillows. Suddenly, he pushed his finger in you without warning, hearing you make another noise that was between a whimper and a gasp.

He gently took your face in his other hand, cupping your chin to make you look at him. "Kiss me, my Starlight." He whispered softly against your lips. Without hesitating, you leaned in, kissing him deeply as he thrust his finger in you again, making you moan in the kiss.

He added another finger, stretching you out as he pushed his tongue in your mouth, tasting you, exploring your mouth thoroughly once more. He curled his fingers in you, finding that right spot in you that made your thighs tremble.

His bottom piercings nicked on your bottom lip, enough to draw a little blood, but you didn't care, not when he was making you feel this good.

You arched your back against his fingers, feeling your pussy clench around his fingers, getting closer to the edge.

"C-Crowe, please.. I'm so close.." You moaned softly to him, pleading him.. for what? What were you begging for? To cum? For more than just his fingers?

He chuckled softly against your lips, pushing his fingers fully in your cunt, enough to make you squirm under him. "You're going to what, sweetheart?" He asked teasingly against your lips, kissing them softly as he pulled his fingers out slowly just to push them back in ever so slowly. You moaned under him, your thighs trembling hard. 

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper at the loss.

Slowly, his hands moved to your knees, opening them wider for him. The corners of his lips twitched upwards at the sight of your bare pussy, how wet you've become from his touch.

He leaned down, leaning closer to your core, feeling his lips trace your inner thigh, his hands moving from your knees to the back of your thighs, keeping your legs open for him.

"My Starlight. So wonderful and bright. I wonder how sweet you are." He hummed softly, then he bit down on a sensitive part of your inner thigh, making you whimper from his teeth.

He flicked his tongue out and licked up your slit, making you let out a shuddering moan, your hand finding its way into his hair, gripping tightly.

He chuckled softly against you, his tongue licking up again, pushing a little past your folds. You leaned your head back on his pillow, moaning softly from his tongue.

His hands gripped your thighs more, holding them still as he pushed his tongue inside you, tasting you fully.

The feeling of his tongue inside you was too much for you to bear. Your thighs close around his head as you grind against his tongue, feeling yourself coming in his mouth and face.

He groaned as he tasted you, feeling your body arching against his face. His fingernails dug slightly into your skin, making sure you didn't close your legs too much.

"You taste..." He muttered softly against you, his tongue licking up once more, getting another taste of you. "...so sweet. So delicious."

You shuddered softly against his words, feeling him start to kiss your inner thigh once more before sitting fully up on his bed, looking down at you.

God, you looked so beautiful and flushed. So perfect.

Slowly, he reached up to unbutton his shirt, watching as your eyes looked over at him, watching him take off his shirt as you tried to catch your breath.

"You're so pretty." He muttered softly to you. Always that damn muttering. It felt like he was teasing you with his muttering.

He let his shirt fall, letting you get a good look at him.

Dear God.

You had never thought of what he could possibly look like underneath his clothes.

He looked like he had been sculpted by the stars themselves. It was the best you could describe him. Lean and defined.

His hands moved to the shirt you wore, but he didn't take it off, cautious with the idea of taking your shirt off.

You swallowed hard, nodding to him. "You can take it off... I don't mind."

His eyes looked at your shirt then back at you, hesitating before slowly lifting your shirt up, taking it off for you. You raised your arms, helping him take the shirt off you.

Once it was off and on the floor, his gaze lingered on your exposed breasts, his eyes roaming your entire naked body.

"You're so beautiful." He looked back at your face, letting you see the desperation and yearning in his eyes. It makes your face hot.

You never thought someone could yearn for you like the way Crowe does.

He leaned in, kissing you again softly as he reached down to take off his belt and jeans, getting closer to you as he took them off fully, moving closer to get on top of you, being gentle and careful.

You felt him press himself against you, your face flushed from the feeling of his hard length. You hadn’t realized that he was already hard, despite his earlier service to you.

He chuckled softly against your lips, pulling back to look at you, seeing your flustered beautiful face.

“You feel it?” He asked softly, one of his hands moving up to cup your face. “Do you feel what you do to me? Everything about you… your touch, your voice, hell, even when you look at me. It does things to me.”

You didn’t know what he had meant by that, but you were barely listening, your head fuzzy with lust and desire. He gazed down at you, noticing the desire in your eyes, the need and want and longing.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, positioning himself at your entrance, his hands moving to your thighs again. “I want to feel you. To hear you gasp and moan for me again.” He whispered softly to you as he slowly moved his hips, entering in your aching pussy.

You let out a gasping moan, feeling exactly how hard he was. How big he was. How the fuck did his jeans contain all of him?

He buried his face in your neck as he pushed his cock fully inside you, settling. Waiting. Letting you adjust to his size. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers digging into his back. It hurt a little, but it was more pleasurable than painful.

“My Starlight. My wonderful, beautiful Starlight.” He muttered against your neck, placing soft kisses along the side of your neck, each one lasting longer than the last.

Then he started moving. You hadn’t mentally prepared for it.

You whimpered against his shoulder, gripping him tightly as he slowly thrusted into you, moving in and out of you slowly, tenderly, lovingly. You closed your eyes, moaning softly as he moved one of his hands to intertwine your hands together, holding your hand as he made love to you.

“You feel so amazing. You fit so perfectly around me. Like you were made for me.” He muttered softly against your neck, letting out a few moans of his own from the feeling of you.

You opened your eyes and looked up at the ceiling, only to find the mirror giving you a full view of Crowe making love to you, letting you see everything.

You gasped softly, having forgotten that he had that mirror. He pulled back, worried that he might’ve hurt you from hearing your sudden gasp, only to find you staring up at the mirror, unable to look away from the sight.

The corner of his mouth tilted upwards at the realization, leaning in close to your ear.

“Do you like what you see? Do you see how well you’re taking me?” He placed a soft kiss on the shell of your ear, making your face beet red, which you can see in the mirror.

“You take me so well, so wonderful.”

He rolled his hips, making you moan, this time a little louder than before.

Oh, how Crowe tortured you with his touch, his words, his longing. It was torture.

He started to thrust faster, harder, hearing the sounds you were making under him, hearing how they were getting a little louder with each thrust.

“You sing so beautifully for me.” He muttered against your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder.

He kept muttering soft words and praises to you, hearing your moans and whimpers, how you moaned his name when he hit that particular spot inside you.

It wasn’t until he thrusted once more that your body shuddered, your release crashing through you as you came on his cock.

You clenched around him, making him groan. It was too much for him. You felt too much for him, too much around him.

He let out a pathetic moan, spilling himself inside you, his hips stuttering as he came. He moved his hips slightly, slowing down, making sure to keep all of his cum inside you, not wanting a drop to come out.

Your thighs trembled as he moved slowly until he stopped, but he made no move to pull out of you.

He nuzzled against your neck, placing soft and loving kisses along your neck and jaw.

It wasn’t until he had pulled out of you, it wasn’t even until he held you close to his chest that the weight of everything came down on you.

What did this mean? Everything was confusing to you, but you were too tired to even think properly, too tired to ask him anything, leaning into his touch as he held you.

“My Starlight.” He muttered softly to you, placing a soft kiss on your hair.

“I’ll always be there when you need me. No one else could ever take you from me.”

You didn’t understand what he had meant, but it didn’t matter. Not anymore.

“𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕞𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.”

˜”°•.˜”°• ~~ •°”˜.•°”˜

You slammed your hand against your alarm clock for what seemed like the 100th time this morning. It was really starting to piss you off; all you wanted was another 5 minutes to yourself. What time was it anyway? You finally cracked your eyes open to stare at the flashing red alarm clock in front of you. 8:00 am . Great. You could sleep for another- 

WAIT

8:00 AM!? 

SHIT SHIT SHIT

You needed to leave. now. You bolted out of bed, you had no time to decide on something nice to wear, you threw on a hoodie and didn’t bother changing out of the sweatpants you had slept in. You had no time to do anything! You quickly pulled your hoodie up to apply deodorant before grabbing your bag and rushing out the door. You of course took a moment to lock it behind you, before sprinting down the hallway of your apartment building. 

You practically flew down the stairs as you glanced at your phone for the time. 8:15am it was a 30 minute walk to your university, but you were sure you could make it if you sprinted all the way there. You basically burst through the door to your building before slamming into something, rather someone. You quickly looked up, your eyes meeting azure blue ones, and a handsome face to boot. Wait.. you Swore you had seen him before- Whatever, that didn't matter right now. You had to leave. 

“I’m so sorry!” you let out what was essentially a yelp before turning on your heel and bolting. The man didn’t have time to reply, you were already all the way down the block, ready to round the corner. He let out a chuckle and a small grin pulled across his features.

Whether it had been your bag flailing off one arm as you ran, or the fact you hadn’t remembered to zip it up before leaving your apartment. You hadn’t even noticed that when you bumped into him that you lost a quarter of the contents of your bag. That didn’t matter though, he knew where to return them. In fact, maybe it was a twist of fate, opening an opportunity for him. His grin remained as he picked up your long discarded items. He really couldn’t help but smile, he had been wrong after all, he hadn’t missed you this morning. 

You slammed the door to your classroom open, quickly making your way to your seat. As soon as you felt the chair below you, you slumped in it, breathing heavily. You had 3 minutes before class officially started. 

You slowly began to take in your surroundings, along with noticing the puzzled stares you were receiving.  You let out a deep sigh before noticing there was someone in front of you. 

Your eyes trailed up the pale green t-shirt, to the white turtleneck, and finally to his face.

 Sol. the tension in your shoulders visibly released as your eyes met. He stood in front of you smiling, the blonde tips of his hair swept slightly to the side, and his ruby eyes solely focused on your figure. You could feel your cheeks starting to flush. To say he was the object of your affection would be… an understatement. You were most definitely In love with the man who stood before you.

“Here, I got this- for you.” His smile didn’t change as he held out a small brown paper bag with a ‘thank you’ sticker holding it closed. You looked at him confused, he had got you something?

“Well, seeing as the last text I received from you was at 3am, I kind of figured you might be running a bit late this morning.” he placed it gently on the desk in front of you.

“I - Oh, thank you.” you smiled up at him. He returned the gesture before turning on his heel and returning to his own seat. With that, class was supposed to have started. Yet it didn’t, after about 10 minutes students had begun to leave. You sat and waited, you supposed your professor was running late as well. 

After another 5 minutes the door lazily swung open, That must be him- No that wasn’t- who was- Uh oh. The man who had come through the door was indeed not your professor. No, In fact it was someone you had already, quite literally, ran into this morning. 

You shrunk in your seat, you could feel your cheeks heating up, this was mortifying. His Azure eyes scanned across the room lazily until they landed on you. Shit. Getting a better look at him now, you were sure you were about to get your ass beat. He began to approach, you shrunk further into your seat. Maybe it was the multiple piercings, or the fact he was jacked, or maybe it was the fact that his eyes bore into your soul with an unreadable emotion. You felt yourself begin to sweat as he came to a stop in front of your desk. You tried to smile, you still couldn’t read him, but you were silently praying for yourself. ‘Are you there god? it’s me, (y/n)-’

Your thought process was hastily cut off as he dropped two notebooks on your desk. Two very familiar notebooks at that- those- Those were yours. You frantically looked over to your bag, and yeah, they were missing, you looked back up at the beautiful man before you- He had a soft smile gracing his features. 

“You dropped these, Starlight.” With that he turned and left.

Now you felt bad. You had definitely misjudged that guy- wait- STARLIGHT? You once again could feel your cheeks begin to redden. Where did he get off calling you a pet name- just who did he think he was!? You were quickly warped back to reality when your eyes met with Sol’s. Oh, he wasn’t the only one looking at you questioningly. 

You groaned and buried your head into your hands, becoming more flustered than you already had been.

How long had it been? You had no idea. You heard more shuffling around and you assumed more students were leaving. You kept your face covered, this morning was certainly eventful, to say the least.

You let out another sigh, rubbing at your eyes as you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

 You peaked through your fingers, to see your friend- really your only friend- the apple of your eye- the man you were in love with, so on and so forth. Sol was there, smiling, you were sure he was gonna ask questions and, you honestly weren’t sure how to answer. He pulled out the chair of the desk in front of yours, sitting on it backwards, so he was facing you. His soft smile quickly brightened your sour mood. How could anyone be in a bad mood when Solivan Brugmansia was sitting there smiling at them. Certainly not you. You let a small smile grace your features, and let out yet another sigh. 

“You should eat.” He mentioned, pointing toward the small paper bag in front of you. Oh. You had totally forgotten. You opened the bag and looked inside, another smaller pastry bag was inside.

“Thank you again. You really didn’t have to get me this.” you kept your eyes on the pastry bag as you felt your face start to flush. You opened the smaller pastry bag and there was a Chocolate eclair. You smiled. He definitely knew you well. 

“I know I didn't have to, I wanted to.” His grin grew, and you swore you could see a slight pink dusted across his cheeks. 

Nothing compared to your face though, you knew you were bright red, you could feel the heat reaching the tips of your ears. You nodded and took your time to enjoy the sweet pastry. You knew the questioning would come as soon as you were finished. It didn’t take long before your poor eclair had been devoured, and you were left defenseless. 

“So…” he looked over at you, and you averted your gaze. “Who was that?” he pointed over his shoulder at the door. You knew entirely who he had meant, but you weren’t quite sure yourself.

“I-” your voice came out in a squeak and you quickly cleared your throat. “I don’t really know…” you tried to smile, but it came out half-heartedly. 

Sol looked surprised as you answered. You didn’t know? But the guy had called you by a pet name. You were just as confused as he was, there really was no answer to this mystery man. At least, not at the moment. “But he called you-”

“I know.”

“And you don’t know who he is??” 

“No Idea.”

You both stared at each other for a moment before Sol began to laugh, and that, of course, caused you to grin. Maybe it was the absurdity of the situation, more than likely, but there was also the fact that this morning had been more than ridiculous.

For the rest of what had remained of your class, you and Sol sat and talked. He was easy to talk to, but the end came all too soon. Your professor never did arrive, you received an email about 15 minutes before class was supposed to end that he had slept through his alarms. You were gathering your things, making sure to actually zip your bag closed this time. You would probably die of embarrassment if something like this morning ever happened again. 

“Hey Starlight-” You heard Sol’s voice come out teasingly. You groaned at the mention of the new nickname. “Looks like someone’s waiting for you.” you felt him nudge you and then nod towards the door.

WHAT?

Your head whipped around to the door. There he was. Mystery man in all his glory. You felt your eye twitch ever so slightly. You turned back to your bag 

“This isn’t funny” you stated plainly, you sighed. 

Sol looked at you with concern, but took a moment before saying anything.

“I could chase him off if you want. If he’s been bothering you, you need to tell me.” you could feel the change in mood. You put your hands up in surrender.

“No- no, I can handle it, it’s just… embarrassing.” You ran a hand down your face and put on your best customer service smile. Sol rolled his eyes at your antics, waving a small goodbye before leaving himself. You were stalling. You didn't need to face this man for a third time today, but you would have to, so, better to put your best foot forward right? 

You kept your customer service smile on before turning towards the door and making your way out. This was not going to be fun. 

There he was, now in front of you. You looked up at him.

“Was there something else?” You tilted your head, this would be like any other interaction you had to deal with at your part time job. Except you weren’t at your part time job. You saw him look down at you, the same unreadable expression on his face as earlier. Maybe he was waiting to beat you up.

“Well, I got to thinking…” a devious smirk formed across his features. You did not like where this was going. “Since I did you such a HUGE favor,” he lowered himself slightly, to be at your eye level.

”I’ve decided you owe me one.” His smirk remained.

…HE WHAT?!?

You could feel your irritation rise, but kept that plastic smile on your face.

“And if I don't agree?” There was no way you were doing anything with this… this… CREEP!

You felt smug. He couldn’t force you to do anything, he had nothing. 

“I’m glad you asked.” His smirk remained as he pulled something out from behind him- that was- Oh god it was your journal. You could feel the color drain from your face. There were sticky notes sticking out from the pages that hadn't been there before. He- he had been READING IT?!?!? 

You felt rage pulse through you, but he wasn’t done. He cleared his throat- loudly before flipping to a marked page and he began to read out loud.

 “I don’t know what attracts me to him like this- he’s just so… Kind? Maybe it was when he defended me from those jerks-” you froze. 

There was no way this was happening. This couldn’t be real! Then you noticed people looking and beginning to listen, so you had cut him off by slapping your hand over his mouth. You could feel him smirk under it. He could make you do anything… He had… He had everything. All of your secrets, your thoughts, feelings, and dreams in his hands. Oh you despised this man.

 You didn’t care how good-looking he was. He had to be the devil. That had to be it! He was the devil, and you were in Hell. It made total sense. 

He cleared his throat again, and you noticed that you were still clasping a hand over his mouth, to any outsider, the scene probably looked… rather intimate. You felt your face flush as you pulled your hand away and wiped it on your sweatshirt. You swore you could see his cheeks were a rather pretty shade of pink as well. You shook your head at the thought. You would not let this demon infest your head with such things.

“So, Starlight- about that favor?” He looked down at you, with an eyebrow raised. You buried your head in your hands and let out a loud frustrated groan.

“First- don’t call me THAT.” you stated plainly, poking a finger into his chest. you looked like a parent giving their child a scolding. You sighed before crossing your arms across your chest. “What do you want?” you looked away from him, a frown on your lips. 

It had worked. It had really worked? Crowe couldn’t help but feel like picking you up and spinning you around. He wouldn’t- but the grin on his features was… certainly telling. He had to be realistic in what he asked he knew- getting you to marry him then and there wouldn’t work, not over your journal. 

This certainly hadn’t been his first time reading it, every time he did he felt his hatred for Brugmansia grow, but this time- this time, it had placed you in the palms of his hands. You hadn’t even dropped it this morning- you had forgotten it at home, but when you had run into him and dropped your things it had given him an idea. So he swung back and checked. You really needed to get that busted window lock fixed. 

Not that he would mention it, and secretly he hoped you never would, He really didn’t want to have to break it again. The stupid grin on his face didn’t falter when he turned his attention back to you.

“Well, first things first- what do you want me to call you?” He raised an eyebrow, his grin became more of a smirk. Of course he knew who you were- he knew your name, where you lived, where you worked, he knew about your dumb crush on Brugmansia- He knew everything about you. He had for years. He had dedicated his life to you the very first time he had seen you. 

THIS- THIS JERK DIDN’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME AND HE WAS BLACKMAILING YOU!?!

You felt your fists clench. You wanted to hit him, HARD. However you were not very strong and he could probably kill you with his bare hands- so you decided against it. 

“(y/n).” you stated plainly. That was your name, he had better learn it. 

You could see the smile break across his features, you glared at him. He was definitely getting on your nerves. 

“(Y/n).” He smiled again after saying it. He looked down at you, as you continued to glare.

“And you are?” you questioned. You weren’t really curious. This guy was pissing you off. Bad. 

“You’re future husband” his grin grew, you hadn’t quite caught that. He saw your confused look and cleared his throat. “Jericho Ichabod.” he nodded “Though I just go by Crowe.”

His name sounded… familiar. You couldn’t quite place it. You quit ruminating and turned back to your blackmailer.

“So… what, exactly, do you want from me? I don’t have a lot to give, and I’m broke- so if you’re asking for money you might as well give up now.”

“A date.” 

Your face immediately flushed

“WHAT!?” You nearly screeched, the halls had started to clear, but that didn't stop the few people who remained from giving you nasty looks. Crowe's smirk grew. You had always been feisty, it might have been what attracted him initially. 

“You know - or I could give this to Brugmansia-” He dangled the journal above his head, that same stupid smirk playing at his features. He wouldn't do that. That wasn’t something you needed to know though. 

You felt yourself freeze. Sol. He would give the journal with all your thoughts and feelings including those about Sol, to the man himself. That’s what he was saying. Sol couldn’t find out. Not like that. You doubted he’d even read it, but what if he did? He would see how plainly you wrote about being in love with him- and- and- what if he didn’t feel the same? What if he found out and he avoided you from then on? What would you do? 

You had started to get so lost in your own head you forgot about the man in front of you. He saw the way your face faltered. Ah, you were going to cry, and he knew it. Maybe he had taken this too far. You hadn’t said anything before turning on your heel and taking off. You didn’t need HIM to see you cry. 

God this was all so stupid. 

You were running, to where? Who knows. You basically vaulted down the stairs of the school, and continued on your invisible track, through the front of the school and out the doors. You just needed to get away from there. You felt the tears that had welled up in your eyes begin to fall, and you finally stopped, you were about a block from the college itself and you just stopped.

You wiped your eyes and began to look around- you had been on your usual route, but at some point you took a wrong turn. You took a deep breath, you needed to calm down and retrace your steps- plus you didn’t need any more weird stares today. You jumped as you felt something brush over your shoulder, your head snapped to look over it. It was just HIM. You internalized your groan, and took a deep breath.

You put on your plastic smile and turned to face him.

“Hey! What’s up?”  you did your best not to falter. It was very obvious you had been crying.

“I-” He cleared his throat as his eyes trailed over your face. He sighed, maybe his plan wasn’t that great. He slowly pulled out your journal and held it out towards you. “Here.”

You stared at him, your smile wavering, it turned into a frown, and you slowly took the journal from his hands. “I may have gone a bit too far back there.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. You stared at him. Yeah, no shit. 

You also noticed he almost seemed- well for lack of better words- deflated.

You started to kind of feel bad for the- what!? No! screw him! You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the pitying thoughts, but, well- he did look like a kicked puppy. You took a deep breath, you hoped you weren’t about to regret your next decision.

“Fine.” you resigned yourself to this - whatever it may be, fate? I mean a handsome man- though he wasn’t what- rather who you had pictured for your first ‘date’ - had asked you on a date, he at least deserved an answer. Even if he was a giant Jackass. You saw him look at you, a brow raised.

“I’ll go on a date with you-” you weren’t even able to finish your sentence when he had shot upright, it startled you. His face flushed, he turned to look away from you quickly and took a deep breath.

“You don’t have to do that.” He started to deflate again- fuck why would he say that? You had actually agreed but- “ I don’t want to force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with, Starlight.” 

Your face flushed after hearing him call you the pet name again. You shook your head. Now he had thought about that? Or was he just becoming timid? Maybe you weren’t actually his type and he was just trying to embarrass you earlier. That thought pissed you off.

“What? am I suddenly not your type?” you asked pointedly

“No that’s- that’s not it-” he had started to explain himself, but then he just stared at you, watching you tap your foot impatiently. 

“Then let’s get going, better to get this over with sooner than later.” Where had this burst of confidence come from? It was uncharacteristic of you for sure. Maybe he had just pissed you off just enough, and you were both already late  for your classes. You might as well get this done now. You turned your back to him and began walking, fully expecting him to follow, which he did.

Crowe felt his phone buzz and took a moment to glance at it.

‘How did it go? I’m assuming well- since you’re not here.’

He stared at the message for a moment and then looked up at your back, leading him to your ‘date’.

‘Mission failed successfully’

You woke up to your alarm clock, the same as always. You glance over to see the time, 7:00am.

Perfect, you weren’t late for the day everything was going to change. Everything was destined to start going your way! You had a gut feeling. Everything was turning around for you. 

Or, maybe, more realistically, you were being a bit delusional. That didn't matter though! Sol had said he loved you last night. You knew that much. Well, actually, you knew he said your name, and something along the lines of ‘I L-’ before your phone died. However, that didn't matter! You knew it in your heart. 

You hurriedly got ready, you didn't want to be too early, however, you didn't want to have to wait to see Sol. you were basically on cloud 9. You grabbed all your stuff and made sure your bag was zipped- as much as it could be at this point and headed for the door- you reached it and heard a knock. 

You were slightly taken aback, and cracked it open to see who was there. Oh god- not this jackass.

You groaned. What could he want now? 

“How can I help you?” you stared at the brunette man before you. He looked up and let a soft smile grace his features.

“Good morning, (Y/n). How are you?” He looked past you and around your apartment, nothing new to him, but he had to at least seem curious. 

“It was going great- and then you arrived.” you said, rolling your eyes at him. This guy was certainly... Something. 

“Well, since we’re headed the same way- I’ll walk you to school.” He smiled at you again. He also had made it a statement, again. You rolled your eyes and adjusted your bag before stepping out and closing your door behind you. You turned and inserted the key into the knob, and locked it. After that you were off! You had still left 15 minutes early, which was your plan. You kept quiet on your walk. “So…” Crowe started, glancing over at you.

“So…?” you gazed at him from the corner of your eye. You didn't know where this was going, nor did you care. You had your focus set, you needed to see Sol ASAP. He had definitely confessed to you when your phone died. You just knew it. 

“Would you wanna go on another date?” he said it so… confidently. You whipped around to see him grinning at you. He was teasing you again. It was not something you were fond of.

“OF COURSE NOT!” You shouted quickly. You turned your head away from him, not only to hide your blush, but so you wouldn't have to look at him. You heard him chuckle beside you and you felt your ears go red as well. Why was he teasing you like this anyway? It wasn’t funny. Not to you. 

Your walk returned to silence as you approached the university. You didn't say goodbye when you parted ways, though Crowe had. You didn't really care all that much. You hurried off to your classroom, letting out a small ‘yes’ when you saw Sol was already there. You approached him, not at a rapid pace- but a rather quick one. He turned and saw you coming, a small smile met his features.

“Hey,” His smile was contagious. You couldn't help but feel Giddy all over again. You hadn’t realized you had begun spacing out as he was talking- you were too excited. You watched as his lips began to move, but nothing really made its way to your ears. 

You continued to watch his lips, ah, you wanted to kiss him. Could you kiss him? Would that be alright? You blinked several times, shaking your head to clear the thoughts. Your face felt like it had been lit on fire. Sol’s smile slowly grew to a look of concern, and he raised a hand to your forehead. “Are you alright? Your face is flushed-” You took a deep breath and nodded. You grabbed his wrist and slowly removed his hand from your forehead. 

“So about yesterday-” You saw his pale cheeks begin to turn a rosy pink at your words, He shifted his gaze away from you. 

“About yesterday?” He had phrased it as a question. Like he had no idea what you were talking about. You felt yourself begin to deflate. Was he seriously gonna act like nothing had changed? Like he wasn’t about to say the words you had longed to hear for YEARS now? No, you were not going to let that slide- not that easily. 

“You were about to say something- you know, when my phone died.” you saw his cheeks turn a deeper shade of red, and he continued to keep his eyes anywhere but on you. You hadn’t realized, but you were still holding onto him, and your grip had tightened- ever so slightly.

“Ah- yes- Well- I was going to say-” you could feel Hope swell inside you. This was it! It was really happening!

“SOL!” you felt yourself twitch slightly. Of course the Blue haired menace would make his appearance now. He had yet to do so this morning anyway. There were many times you cursed the universe for creating Hyugo Sugimoto, but this time, this time was different. Sol’s attention had immediately been pulled away, and you finally dropped his arm. 

You felt yourself turn- ever so slowly. You scowled at the man who smiled at the two of you brightly. If you were ever to commit murder- now would have been the time, you absolutely felt like you could strangle this blue haired gremlin. “Woah- you look mad (y/n)!” he continued to smile, as he approached you both. “You know you really shouldn’t look at people like that-” he grinned and leaned towards you placing a finger between both of your eyebrows “It’ll give you frown lines.” 

You felt your lip twitch, Oh how you despised him in this moment. In most moments- actually. Hyugo was a funny guy, sure- but he always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now was one of those times. As if finally picking up on the vibe- he looked between you and Sol. Both of your faces were still flushed, and you… you looked like you could kill him at that moment. 

“Am I interrupting something?” He said- almost teasingly, no definitely teasingly- as you saw the smirk grow on his face.

“Actually-” you sighed- the man meant no harm, he would probably let you have your moment if you just told him.

“No, it’s nothing.” Sol said, with a smile and tilt of his head. WHAT!?! You felt your heart shatter right then and there. You deflated immediately, like a popped balloon. How could he say that- how could he act like you weren't talking about something of the utmost importance!?!?! The change in your mood was- palpable. You hadn’t bothered to say anything else, you didn't even bother to look at either man before you just… left. You just walked away. It was whatever, apparently it didn’t matter- at this point did anything? You had heard them call after you as you left- but at that moment you hadn’t cared. Right now you didn’t really care about anything. 

Hyugo grimaced as he watched you walk through the door- So he was interrupting. He wasn’t clueless, no, far from it in fact- not that he’d let you know that. He looked back at his friend, whose eyes stayed on the door that had closed behind you. A mixture of worry- and sorrow filled his features. 

“What- exactly was I interrupting?” Hyugo asked, glancing back over his shoulder.

“Ah- well-.” Sol deflated. He walked over to his chair and slumped into it. Had he really just done that? It wasn’t an outright rejection- no but he had dropped the subject given the chance- and that was probably how you saw it. He looked back up at his friend, who now stood in front of his desk. “Last night- (Y/n) video called me-” he shook his head at the memory, how could he be this stupid? 

Hyugo leaned in, waiting for the rest of the story to come. “And we were talking, and well- she had started flirting with me-” a brow was raised, had you actually grown a pair?  Sol’s cheeks grew rosy at the memory of what came next. “I went to tell her I love her- but her phone died.” and with that he slumped over on the desk. Hyugo stared at the back of his friend's head as he groaned into the desk. Sol was finally telling you how he felt- and he let his friend interrupt it.

“Are you an idiot?” The question was blunt, sure. However it did get the point across.

You were leaving through the front doors, when you had heard your name called out, you didn’t stop though. You continued walking, wiping at your eyes- yes, you had started crying, why wouldn’t you? 

“(Y/n)!... Starlight! Wait up!” you could hear the rushed footsteps behind you, as you continued walking. The man was tall and buff- there was no reason for you to ‘wait up’ he would catch up quickly. You honestly hoped he would just give up, but did reality ever live up to your hopes? Soon he was at your side, the braid on the side of his head bobbing as he fell into step with you. It was then he noticed your appearance, you were crying.

He felt anger rise inside him- who had made you cry? Now wasn’t the time for that-

You stopped walking and turned to him, he had been staring at you- hell he was following you and he had no idea where you were going!

“What?” Your voice came out more hateful than intended. You grimaced at the sound, it sounded hoarse- broken even. You took a deep breath and decided to rephrase your question. “What do you want?” It came out softer, less venomous than before. You didn't look at the man in front of you, keeping your eyes glued to the pavement. You really wanted to be alone right now- but that didn’t seem to be an option. 

“Are- are you alright?” His voice was soft, laced with concern. You wiped your eyes again before slowly meeting his gaze. Your face flushed as your eyes met his. His face was full of concern and adoration and - something you couldn’t quite place. Has anyone ever looked at you like that before? Why was he looking at you like that? You quickly glanced away, his stare far too intense for you to deal with right now. 

Then his question finally hit you. Were you alright? No you were not- your heart felt like it had been pulled out and trampled on. Your resolve began to crumble- you felt your knees begin to buckle under you, and a sob escaped your throat. You fully expected to feel your knees meet the ground but they never did. You were enveloped in warmth and the smell of cedar and bourbon took over your senses. It was… comforting, familiar almost. Your fists slowly clenched around the fabric of Crowe’s shirt as you continued to cry into his chest. This was ridiculous. There you were, crying in the arms of a man- who was practically a stranger, about another man who was definitely not a stranger. You felt silly. You felt stupid. Had you really expected things to suddenly turn around for you? What a stupid thought. 

You were too busy crying in the arms of this strange man- to realize he wasn’t the only one who had followed you. You felt Crowe shift one of his arms- but you really didn’t care, what you couldn't see was the smirk that graced his features as he gave a small wave to your other suitor. 

You weren’t aware of Sol being a witness of this small intimate scene between you and Crowe, but Crowe was. Oh and he was relishing in it. It was as if he was marking his territory, laying his claim on you. You were his after all. At least in his mind, and he would make sure nobody stood in his way. 

It had taken you a while to calm down. You hated how stupid you felt, had all that really meant nothing to Sol? Were you just another Hyugo to him? You didn’t know- at this point should you even care? Of course you did care- but should you? That was the real question. You let out a sigh, you really didn't want to think about this right now. What else was there to think about though? You let your head lean forward and come to a resting position against Crowe’s chest. You took another deep breath and his scent filled your senses once again.

It then hit you, the intimate position you had been in with a man who was not only practically a stranger- He was a stranger! You had met him YESTERDAY. You shot straight out of his grip- nearly headbutting him in the process. You quickly turned your back to him and buried your face in your hands. That was more than embarrassing, it was mortifying- what if someone had seen you two like that? 

They would definitely get the wrong idea- what if Sol had seen you like that? What did that matter anyway? You couldn’t help but let your mind race- this was too much! You heard shuffling next to you and Crowe was by your side again, a stupid grin on his face. You could see him in the corner of your eyes- His rosy cheeks were cute. CUTE? You felt yourself start to gag at your own thoughts. Sure- he was attractive, was he your type? Physically? Definitely. More than yes. But you didn't know him! You knew little-to-nothing about the man standing at your side. You knew his name. That was about it. Sure he was handsome- you could admit that- that was nothing- but you were in love with someone else! The man you were in love with he- well- you didn’t exactly know how he felt about you. You faltered. You could see Crowe watching you in your peripheral, and the way he was looking at you made your heart flutter. Your face had just returned to its normal color- and now it was flushing again. Why was he looking at you like that? Like you were the only thing that mattered in all the world. You finally pulled your hands away from your face, your newer blush still very prominent. 

“Stop looking at me like that…” your voice was hushed and you didn't bother to look at him when you spoke. You couldn’t hold his gaze while he looked at you with such… adoration in his eyes. You felt his touch ghost against your skin as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. He was still staring- you could feel it, but refused to meet his eyes.

“Sorry, I can’t help it- not while I’m looking at such a beautiful woman.” His voice was soft. Oh he was SMOOTH. You could feel your blush reach the tips of your ears. You turned your back to him. You did not enjoy him teasing you like this. It wasn’t funny! What was he gonna do if you fell in love with him- which wasn’t going to happen. Ever. Would he just brush it off like it was one of his dumb jokes? That wouldn’t help- and you could feel your heart start to ache again. Or would he be like Sol? Just act like it didn’t happen. 

Well- It didn’t matter! It wasn’t going to happen anyway. You released the breath you had unconsciously been holding in. You crossed your arms and began walking away- again. “S-starlight!” he had been surprised by your reaction, but continued to follow after you. You continued on your way- you were going home. You walked in a comfortable silence yet again- the man beside you stealing not so sneaky glances in your direction. You were startled at a sudden weight on your shoulders. You turned to look at Crowe- who was much closer than he had been previously. Oh. The weight was his arm- you felt your face flush- not just out of embarrassment. The gall this guy had was starting to piss you off.  You tried to shrug his arm off- but he moved it from around your shoulders- to around your waist. You turned to glare at him when you noticed a couple guys glaring in your direction. You would have assumed they were his friends- but by the looks on their faces- that was not the answer. Once you had rounded the corner onto the next street he let go of you. 

“Sorry (y/n).” he said, the look on his face was a weak smile. “I didn’t like the way they were looking at you.” So he was being protective? You didn’t understand why. You barely knew the guy- you really didn’t understand much about him. He had gone out of his way for you multiple times in the 24 hours you had known him- was there some kind of catch? You could remember the way he looked at you- Hell, you assumed most people would think he was in love with you- you would- had you not known any better. You nodded, accepting his apology. You began walking again, you were passing by the shops from yesterday, at least you weren’t far from home. 

“Hey- uh- hold on a second, ok?” Crowe had grabbed your wrist, making you stop. You looked at him, obviously questioning his intentions. 

“I need to grab something from this shop- would you mind waiting for just a minute?” you groaned inwardly. What did this have to do with you? You really wanted to get home- you sighed and nodded again, with that he grinned and trekked back over entering the shop. You leaned against the brick wall of the building. Why did you agree to wait for him? Not that you would admit it to yourself- but you were enjoying his company. Maybe you also liked the attention- a handsome guy was spending his time with you- of his own volition. He was also… nice. Not that you would ever tell him that. It wasn't long before you heard the bell of the small shop jingle and Crowe had made his way back out. You glanced over at him, he had a large paper bag. He trekked over to you and held it out. What? He was gonna make you carry his purchase? You were gonna scoff but Crowe had begun to speak. “Here, it’s for you..” what? He wasn't looking at you as he held out the bag. You slowly took it from his hands. He had gotten something.. For you? Why had he gotten you something? He still wasn’t looking at you- you noticed the tips of his ears had become rosy. Oh- so he could be bashful? Good to know. You unfolded the top of the bag and peeked inside. You felt your heart stop. Your cheeks began to grow hot.

“I- I can’t accept this.” You quickly pushed the bag against his chest. There was no way- all you had done was look at it! He had not bought you that stupid bag. It was $150 for fuck’s sake! You couldn't take that- you couldn’t afford groceries- let alone having to owe someone $150 or a favor worth $150. 

He grabbed your wrists and pulled them- and the bag away from his chest. What the hell was he thinking!?!

“Well I'm not gonna use it- so you should take it.” He started to come up with a tactic to make you take the damn gift. You might be stubborn- but he was more so. You again fumbled with the bag trying to give it back to him.

“I really can’t- I won’t be able to pay you back-” you were quickly cut off

“Who said you had to pay me back?” he looked at you, his eyes narrowed. There was no harsh emotion held in his gaze. He was just trying to be intimidating which would not work- his resolve softening anytime he looked at you. 

“Crowe- This bag- it's nice but it was $150! That’s not pocket change! Plus my bag is perfectly-” you were cut off by the sound of your stuff clattering to the ground. OK. Maybe your bag wasn’t perfectly fine. You looked down at the seam you had reinforced- it had finally given out. Your bag was old- sure- hell it was second hand when you got it! But there was no way you were accepting a gift this large from someone you had met the previous day. You crouched to the ground and began to gather your things that had scattered across the sidewalk. Crowe crouched and  helped you, you started to sort them in your arms. He took the paper bag from you- pulling the messenger bag out and began putting your things inside it. “I told you I’m not accepting-” he took the rest of your things from your arms without a word- and placed them in a bag before tossing it over his shoulder. He stood and looked down at you, holding out his hand to help you up. You took it. You stood and brushed yourself off before glaring at him. 

“Well, now you’ll have to accept it- that is if you want your stuff back.” He smirked. You couldn’t stop yourself this time- you punched his arm. Hard. Well what you would assume was hard- all your knuckles popped when you had done so- it felt like you had punched a brick wall. What was he!?! Solid muscle!?

You held your hand close to your chest as he chuckled at your attempt to hurt him. Was strangling him an option? You both began to walk again. You held your aching hand close to your chest and kept your gaze elsewhere. Eventually you reached your apartment building- you stopped outside the door. Crowe turned to you, he had not only walked you home again- he had carried your stuff- in a new bag that he had bought you. You had to at least be appreciative. He shifted to take the bag off his shoulder and held it out to you. You accepted graciously, well as graciously as you could. You stood there for a moment, before meeting his eyes.

“Thank you… for everything today really. If there’s any way I could repay you-” you stopped yourself. You didn't know how to finish your statement. Maybe that was it.

“You could always join me on another date.” His cheeky grin made your eye twitch. You did not like this teasing he had fallen back into. You rolled your eyes before turning to your apartment complex’s door.

“Yeah, sure, maybe when pigs fly.” You saw his smile shift in your peripheral. Whatever. If he wasn’t gonna give you a real answer- you’d figure out another way to make it up to him.

It had been 2 weeks since you had met Crowe- and the man had made his presence in your life known. You had interacted daily since meeting- he continued to tease you, despite your protests. Things with Sol were… Complicated? You weren’t really sure how to describe it, at first you felt tense- and awkward- but Sol had remained his normal self. Things were, essentially, back to the way they were- With the addition of Crowe. The two men had a strained -to put it lightly- relationship. Because of that you were usually with one or the other- not both. Today you were having lunch with Crowe- on the roof of the school. Somewhere you were certain you weren’t allowed. You didn’t care much, it was still very different though. You sat next to him on a bench- ranting about the problems of your love life in between bites of your sandwich. 

Now was Crowe exactly thrilled to hear about your feelings for Brugmansia? No. not at all- in fact his grip on the bench was so tight his knuckles had turned white long ago- honestly it was surprising the piece of wood hadn’t cracked under his grip. But hey! Here you were- with him- during lunch- on the roof-  alone. His tight lipped smile loosened just a bit at the thought. Not for Long- because you were off ranting again.

“I MEAN- SERIOUSLY-SERIOUSLY I SWEAR HE WAS ABOUT TO TELL ME HE FELT THE SAME WAY- AND THEN BOOM! MY PHONE DIES- WAS IT MY FAULT? PROBABLY! BUT THE UNIVERSE COULDN'T GIVE ME THIS ONE THING?!” You covered your face with your hands and groaned exasperatedly. “And- then- OH DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED-” you felt like if a person could emit steam- you would be. “I get to class the next day- and ask him about it- and he just starts- and then BOOM that blue haired DEMON appears and ruins everything! And of course he bats his stupid eyelashes and asks ‘am i interrupting?’ I MEAN YEAH- OBVIOUSLY-” Ah. that’s what Geo had meant when he had texted him that day. He smiled to himself- he would need to thank the ‘blue haired demon’ personally sometime. “AND THEN- THAT- THAT STUPID IDIOT SAYS ‘No, it’s nothing.’ NOTHING!? IT’S NOTHING!?” You let yourself slouch on the bench- remembering everything that day. It was…  A lot to say the least. You sighed and felt the ache in your chest. “I wish… I just wish he would tell me how he felt.” Your face was pink again. You rested your chin on your hand and closed your eyes hoping to have some time to think.

“I think you deserve someone who is clear about their intentions with you.” Crowe smiled, looking over at your pouting face. You could feel eyes roll, it was almost instinctive.

“What? Someone who jokingly flirts with me all the time like you?” you let your eyes trail in his direction and felt the mood take a sharp turn.

“You thought I was joking?” His voice was stern, his gaze resting on your face. It wasn’t cold- but it was… indescribable. Wait. He wasn’t joking? You felt your cheeks become warmer than they had been previously. Crowe had sat up straighter, and the distance between you and him had become less and less. You felt his hand slowly brush some hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as he leaned in slowly. You let your eyes flutter closed as his lips met yours. You felt his breath against your face as he kissed you, it tickled. You felt like you were melting into him- when he finally pulled away. Your eyes shot open and you jumped from your seat grabbing your bag. 

You weren’t sure where you were headed. Not at the moment at least. You had sprinted down the stairs from the roof- skipping multiple steps at a time, you somehow managed to not fall flat on your face. You shot passed people in the halls- you were determined to get far away from this building- far away from the- well now two men who were causing you turmoil. You're sure you looked ridiculous- a girl dressed in autumn clothing, as red as a tomato sprinting down the halls of this large building. 

You didn’t have time to explain. Not for anyone.  You continued your sprint straight past the art studio- that was your next class, and an all too familiar smile fell to concern, as soon as you breezed past him. You didn’t look back as he watched you disappear over his shoulder. 

What had happened? Were you ok? Why were you so frantic? Sol couldn’t stop the worry from bubbling up inside him, he looked back to where you had come and spotted the root of your panic. 

Crow sauntered down the stairs, and all to satisfied grin on his features. Had he done something to you? 

“I don’t suppose… you know what happened with (y/n)... do you?” Sol didn’t want to sound accusatory- Crowe was your friend- someone you had come to trust, so he had to trust your judgement. 

“Ah, well-” Crowe could feel his cheeks grow warm- and his smirk grew. “I’m not one to kiss and tell.” he paused letting his words sink in, “But I guess I just did.” His smirk continued to grow as he saw a frown form on Sol’s face.

With that Sol turned on his heel, and began to walk in the direction you ran. He had done something- and Sol wasn’t quite sure about your reaction. Was it a good thing? A bad thing? Secretly- the smallest bit of him had hoped you were disgusted by the notion. He began to pick up his pace after he had rounded the corner- out of Crowe’s sight. He was worried about you of course, he would always worry about you. But right now his main focus was finding you. 

It wasn’t long after he had left the school itself he had thought he caught sight of you. You were laid on your back in the park across from your favorite cafe- staring at the sky. He assumed you hadn’t arrived long before him, he could still see your chest heaving from your mad dash. For a moment he just watched you- he could still see the blush that remained present on your face. Your hair sprawled out on the ground as you watched the clouds pass by. He noticed you were taking a deep breath before- 

“I HATE MEN!” Your shout had attracted some looks, as well as scared some birds away. Sol chuckled at your declaration, making his way across the street. Soon enough he stood looking down at you, your eyes didn’t meet his, as he spoke.

“Is it alright if I join you?” He smiled down at you, you just nodded. You heard the leaves shuffle as he sat next you, eventually he let himself fall onto his back, looking at the sky as well. You all just laid there and looked at the sky in silence, for a while at least. “Are you alright?” his question came out, and you let yourself think about it. Were you alright? You weren’t sure. Everything recently had just become so… Complicated. First with Sol- now with Crowe. You were sure everything would be fine, right now though you just needed to figure it out.

“Yeah… I think so at least.” You could still feel the flush on your face. You looked at Sol from the corner of your eye. He was looking at you- he was smiling but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His perfect, pretty eyes- on his perfect, pretty face. You let out a dreamy sigh before he began speaking again.

“So- you and Crowe huh?” he still held the same- somewhat sad look in his eyes.

“What about ‘me and Crowe’.” your face fell- that was the last thing you were trying to think about, your complicated romantic feelings for Sol were enough- but now- now you weren’t sure how you felt about Crowe either. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sunlight on your face. Crowe had kissed you. You had let him kiss you. You maybe even kissed him back- but that was something you weren’t gonna think about. You weren’t going to think about that was the first time someone had romantically kissed you- or the fact that you could feel your heartbeat in your ears when it happened. No you weren't going to think about any of that. Not at all. 

“You kissed-” Sol was startled as you shot up into a seated position. HOW DID HE KNOW THAT!? You could feel your blush spread to your ears again, and your breathing hitched in your throat.

So the two of you had kissed, you hadn’t denied it.

Your thoughts began to race, how did Sol know that? Was he there? No - there was no way he would’ve seen you without you seeing him. Did… Did Crowe tell him? You felt your heart start to crack again. Had he really done all that just to mess with your feelings? To get back at Sol for some unknown reason? But the way he looked at you… he couldn’t fake that could he? Or could he? Today he hadn’t followed you- hell he almost always followed you like a lost puppy since the day you met- yet- today was different. He hadn’t come to check on you- was this really all just a game? 

“So,” Sol cleared his throat, drawing you back from your frantic thoughts. “Are you guys- together?” You blinked at his question. Crowe had kissed you, maybe you kissed him back. But judging by how you were feeling now, it was nothing. It was not nothing to you of course- it just made you more confused than ever. However- seeing as he wasn’t here maybe it was nothing to him.

“No. Absolutely not.”  you stated firmly. Your feelings were definitely hurt- but that didn’t matter. Maybe you had started to have the teeniest tiniest crush on the guy- but that was over now. You were sure of it. You saw Sol visibly relax, it was like a flood of relief washed over him. You smiled at his reaction, there it was- that flutter in your chest. Something you would only acknowledge when it was caused by Sol.

You decided.

Nothing was gonna stop you this time- or maybe something would. Maybe it would work if you put it a different way? The universe always seemed to know when to interrupt if you were too direct. 

“Sol- I-” you stopped yourself, as his eyes glanced up at you- again the urge to kiss him overtook you- but you held strong! Rephrase (Y/n). 

“So… There's this guy. I like him. Like a lot.” you started, he sat up so he could meet your gaze as you spoke. “I’ve known him… for a while now, and the feelings have been around almost as long.” you saw his cheeks start to turn pink. There was no way he didn’t know you were talking about him. He was one of what? Three?  People you knew from here- and one you disliked and the other you had known for a total of two weeks. You could feel the heat on your face begin to grow as you continued. 

“Every time I look at him-” you paused, looking away, the eye contact was a bit intense with everything you were saying. “My heart flutters. A-and he’s just... So pretty and amazing and-” you felt his hand brush against yours, and you could get the message, you slowly intertwined your fingers with his, before falling back on to your back, continuing to ramble on.

“He’s like the smartest guy I know- But also a massive idiot. Maybe the dumbest man on earth.” you glanced over at him,  he was watching you quietly, and his eyes- oh how he was looking at you, you’re sure you would combust. The way he was looking at you- it was how Crowe had- no. NO. this was not about that jerk. 

You felt Sol’s thumb run over the back of your hand. You looked away, taking a deep breath. “He’s just so talented, and kind, and wonderful-” It was like your brain was split. You wanted to think about Sol- of course you did, but as you spoke memories of you and Crowe began to appear too. 

You weren’t going to acknowledge that right now. Maybe not ever. “And he looks out for me. He does nice things for me. And- I think… I think I'm in love with him.” you finished, and glanced over at the man beside you, he was grinning ear to ear- his face a rosy red. He chuckled, and shifted his gaze on your face, in that moment you could swear he wanted to kiss you. You wouldn’t mind that. 

“Well, I'm sure he feels the same way about you.” was… was that it? There was no way he didn’t know you were talking about him- there was no way. You had just confessed everything to him, and all he had to say was essentially ‘ditto’. Maybe you did hate men after all. You did your best to hide your disappointment. Sure- you hadn’t said it outright, because every time you tried the universe decided to fuck you over. I mean- it did kind of confirm how he felt about you? What if he really thought you were talking about someone else? there was no way - there was no way. You got up- your hand still intertwined with Sol’s you had released your grip- but his hadn’t wavered. He stood beside you, as you both brushed the dirt and dust that you had collected among yourselves.

 “I- I’m gonna head home.” You nodded in the direction of your apartment.

“I’ll walk you.” He still hadn’t released your hand. He grabbed your new bag- the one Crowe had got you- and tossed it on his shoulder. That was that you supposed. You walked in silence- hand in hand, on the way back to your apartment. You could see the blush on Sol’s cheeks- you were sure yours were the same. You could tell you were getting glances- were people assuming you were a couple? Were you a couple? No- though your feelings had been stated Sol and you hadn’t broached the subject of dating- or anything like that. You eventually arrived at the door to your apartment building. You turned ready to take your bag from Sol when something -a miracle even- happened. His lips met your forehead. He was- technically- kissing you. You felt your face burst into a bright red. He pulled back and smiled at you, it was loving. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, (Y/n).” he handed you your bag, and waited for you to enter your apartment building. As soon as you had you sprinted up the stairs- straight to your door and hurriedly unlocked it. You let your bag fall to the ground as you giddy flung yourself on to the couch. You screamed into one of your pillows- kicking your feet like a school girl. Was today even real!? Not one- but two! TWO hot men had kissed you! You felt yourself deflate at the thought. Then your irritation began to grow. 

What the hell? WHAT THE HELL!? Had both of them played you like a fool today? First one kissed you to piss the other off- and then the second had- not outright accepted nor rejected your confession- but waltzed around it?!

That was it. You were swearing off men. Forever. You screamed into your pillow again, this time out of frustration. You heard a knock at your door- you chose to ignore it. There were like a total of two people who knew where you lived- and you didn’t want to see either of them right now. Then the knock came again. You groaned into the pillow you had buried your face in, before peeling yourself off the couch and making your way to the door. You took in a deep breath, and opened the door.

“What?” Your voice was pointed. You didn’t care who was there- all they needed to know is that you didn't want them there. Your nose wrinkled at the sight of the brunette man, you were honestly hoping for it to be the other option- you were still pissed at both of course, but you were more angry with him. He had played his role so well- and you had fallen for it, a teasing gentleman if you will. Was ever even actually your friend? You had no idea- nor did you want to know. 

“Woah- “ He held his hands up to show he meant no harm. You rolled your eyes, and pinched the bridge of your nose. 

“What? What do you want?” your voice was still full of hostility- you had done a 180 from earlier this afternoon- that was for sure. What had happened at the park? I mean he got the gist of it- he had been there- doing his best from strangling Brugmansia on sight- but you were fine up until you had gone to your apartment- hell you were even giddy then. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out something all too familiar to you- your phone!

“You dropped this at the park.” he said, holding it out for you to take. He had been at the park? Had he seen everything with Sol- why were you worried about that? But… he had come after you? You felt a blush begin to rise to your cheeks. He had come after you- so you were mad at him for no reason- so does that mean when- he was serious? He wasn't teasing you again- or at all when he kissed you. 

You could feel the blush start to reach your ears as you shifted under his gaze. A small smile sat on his lips, you were just… so cute! You could see that look in his eyes again. The same one Sol had earlier. Was Crowe… in love with you? You could feel your already burning cheeks grow hotter at the thought. That wasn’t possible! You barely knew each other. But the way he was looking at you, made you doubt that reality at the same time. You cleared your throat, before finally speaking up.

“I- thank you… and sorry… about before.” you closed your eyes and rubbed the back of your neck, the smallest smile you could muster making its way to your face. He smiled back at you. You both obviously needed to talk- so you took a step back and opened the door slightly wider.

 “Uh… would you like to… come in?” it took you a moment to find the words, you stuttered and it was violently awkward. Crowe’s smile grew into a grin as he nodded and took a step inside. You closed the door behind him and ushered him over to the couch. He sat on one end- and you sat on the stark other. Your face remained a vibrant pink as you both sat there, the air thick with an awkward silence.

“Listen- Starlight-” he took a deep breath and shook the jitters out of his bones. “I shouldn’t have just… kissed you… earlier. I should’ve made sure you were comfortable first- but in the moment- when you said I had been joking about all that stuff. Well I kind of lacked my better judgement.” You blinked, staring at him, was he… apologizing? For kissing you? So the gentlemanly thing wasn’t entirely an act. “Not that I wouldn’t kiss you again given the chance- There’s a lot I would do given the chance- just as long as you’re ok with it” you blushed at the insulation, his cheeks were pink as well as he chuckled at his awkwardness. “I’d have to think about it.” Did you really just say that? You hid your face behind your hands. You HAD just said that. The air now held a different kind of tension. It was palpable, you were sure your neighbors could feel it through the walls at this point. You could see Crowe looking at you in the corner of your eye, and you saw him shift ever so slightly closer. Maybe you did the same. And maybe it happened a couple of more times. You felt his thigh brush against yours ever so lightly, there was no more room to scoot closer, you were basically on top of each other. You could still see him, now looking down at you, it was as if you could see the hearts forming in his eyes. 

This is the closest proximity your bodies had ever been in, you could smell him- Cedar and bourbon- and cigarettes. You were aware he smoked, but you had never noticed the smell lingering on him till now. You took a shaky breath, slowly turning to the man who had been staring into the side of your head- This would take all the confidence you could ever muster, but you believed in yourself.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, This was it!

You began to lean in, letting your eyes flutter closed. It took Crowe no time to meet your lips with his. You were kissing him, for the second time today. You felt his arms slowly wrap around you and pull your body closer to his, so much so that you both toppled over. Now you were on top of him, kissing him. You pulled back and adjusted your positioning before kissing him again. You could feel the heat from your cheeks and tips of your ears, but that was something you’d think about later. You could feel his lip piercings as you kissed him, they weren’t super noticeable- but they were there. 

Crowe was ecstatic- this development was certainly unexpected, but it pleased him none the less. Here he was- invited into your apartment- on your couch- and now you were on top of him- kissing him! The thought alone could get him off- but now- now he was here- in this reality. You pulled away from him- your eyes opening lazily, he was disappointed - but you were just catching your breath before your lips met his again.

You could feel him grinning as you continued to make out. Every once in a while you would adjust your positioning while kissing him- this couch simply was not built for this! Every time you pulled away- if you didn’t reinitiate- he would. It had to have been at least an hour by the time you pulled away- and began to sit up. You hadn’t realized- but at some point during your make out session the positioning changed to have you straddling his hips. You weren’t sure if your face could grow any hotter- but if it could you would be letting off steam. You looked down at Crowe. He looked at you so… Lovingly. You turned your head away in embarrassment. You weren’t sure what exactly had come over you. Not that you hadn’t enjoyed it! This was… more than nice. 

“You know (Y/n)... seeing you on top of me like this is pretty sexy.” And there was the Crowe you knew and hated. That was a bit of an exaggeration, but still! You guessed you liked him. This certainly would not have happened- if you didn’t like him. With that said and done you began to try and get up- until you felt something prod against your ass. You saw Crowe’s face twist when it happened and you swore you could die right then. That was part of him. You quickly shuffled off him and apologized, he chuckled and sat up, rubbing the side of his neck. 

“I wasn’t lying when I said it was sexy-” you kept yourself facing away from him, though you hadn’t made much distance on the couch, just enough for him to get comfortable. You honestly wanted to strangle him- sure he could control how his body reacted- that wasn’t his fault. HOWEVER he did not need to say that. 

You continued to keep your back facing him, and you heard him sigh. “Again- starlight, I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with-” you nodded, understanding; you still couldn't face him though. It was too embarrassing. You felt his weight lift off the couch and looked over your shoulder.

“It’s getting late- I’ll see you in the morning, ok?” He smiled down at you. You nodded, still too embarrassed to speak. You got up as well, following him to the door. He looked down at you again, that loving look in his eyes, you smiled and waved as you opened the door for him, and closed it behind him. 

You slowly turned around pressing your back against the door. What has your life become in the last 12 hours? Had you suddenly been thrust into a love triangle romdram? Maybe you had been cursed by a witch! That would make more sense than the reality you were currently living.

You had just started brushing your teeth, when you heard a knock at the door. You furrowed your brows, looking down at your phone for the time. 7:10am. You had been awake for 10 minutes- and someone was at your door. You walked out of the bathroom- toothbrush hanging out of your mouth as you opened the door. There stood Mr tall, dark, and handsome himself.

“You’re early.” you said holding your toothbrush, so that it wouldn’t fall out of your mouth. You watched as he grinned down at you, the loving look returning to his eyes as soon as he saw you. 

“Yeah, I thought we could hang out on the couch again.” he watched as you slowly blinked- the wheels in your head slowly turning. It was too early to yell at him. You stepped back and let him come through the door, closing it behind him. Your cheeks were rosy from the comment he had made, but you simply had no energy to react. You returned to your bathroom before continuing your morning routine, soon enough you were ready. Crowe sat on your couch patiently, when he saw you were finished, he patted the spot next to him.

You sat your bag on the coffee table before sitting next to him. It took a moment for you to get comfortable before you looked at him, his eyes still full of the same emotion, adoration, love(?), and now a mix of excitement. You took in a deep breath again. Ah shit, here we go again. You let your eyes close and began to lean in and Crowe had met you quickly, so quickly in fact that you had toppled over, this time with him on top of you. The way you were positioned, one of his legs was over the side of the couch, and his other was between your legs. 

It was dangerously close to touching your- ahem. You decided to focus elsewhere. His hands held him up, resting on either side of your head.  He continued to kiss you- over and over again. It went like that for a few minutes, before his tongue swiped your bottom lip. You were about to react when he pulled back slightly, shifting his weight to be more focused on his legs, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you closer to him. Oh. Now his leg was more than dangerously close, it was making contact with your most sensitive spot; a few layers of fabric being the only barrier.

You felt his thumb swipe under the hem of your shirt, and you glanced up at him. Ah. you knew the emotion you were missing. It wasn’t just love. It was longing. But he had looked at you like this since- well since you met. How did he know what he wanted- and that he wanted you instantaneously? Whatever- that didn't matter right now. He was still looking at you like that- and how could you say no to someone who looked at you, as if you were the center of his universe.

He immediately returned to kissing you, his hands exploring under your shirt now. His tongue made contact with your lower lip again, and you opened your mouth for him to explore. You heard- and felt him groan softly as his tongue entered your mouth; You became distinctly aware of piercing you had not noticed before. How far were you going to go exactly? How far were you willing to go? You weren’t sure yourself. You could feel his hard-on against your lower abdomen.

You tried to ignore it, focusing more on his hand that was approaching your chest, and the way he was kissing you. It was needy. Every time he pulled back to catch his breath it would be a few short breaths, then back to his lips against yours. You honestly hadn’t had much time to catch your breath at all. 

You felt his hand stop as his fingers had hit the lining of your bra, and you took your own hand from his hair- when had it ended up there? That… that didn’t matter right now. You used your own hand to reach up your shirt and guide his hand under your bra. You felt his breath hitch as he cupped your breast. 

That’s what you wanted right now. You wanted him to touch you, you didn’t care where, maybe it was the years of pent up sexual frustration- maybe it was his sex appeal. Who knows? You didn’t care. 

It was when he had squeezed your breast, that you let out a soft moan. It had been muffled by his mouth. Crowe pulled back just far enough to look down at you, before he began to kiss along your jaw. He took you turning your head to give him more room as the permission he needed.

He continued to kiss down your jawline, and then your neck. You did your best to keep your breathing even- you could still feel his erection poking your lower abdomen. You couldn't believe you were being groped and (essentially)  ground against, on your own couch. Your mind couldn’t help but wander… would you be doing more than this on the couch? Especially with where you were at, at this point. 

“Ah - Crowe-” you couldn’t believe that had come out of your mouth. But what happened next was so much worse. He bit down on the spot that had main you moan, 

“Crowe- Fuck-!” it was as if your hips had a mind of their own when they bucked against his leg. What was that again? About you being the one being ground against? You were humiliated. How the FUCK had that just happened. 

You covered your face with the one hand that could reach, Crowe continued to suck and nibble on the spot that had caused that reaction from you. You would let out a soft grumble here and there, but that was about it. 

Once he was seemingly satisfied with his work, he got up from on top of you. You sat up as he sat on the other end of the couch. You were both going to need a moment to cool off. 

You had looked at Crowe initially- before the noticeable bulge in his pants made itself known. You had turned yourself in the opposite direction. You didn't want to stare- not that you would! Ah, this was embarrassing. What you had meant was things needed to stop there- what time was it anyway? 

You reached across to your coffee table, pulling your bag into your lap, you fished around in it for your phone. You eventually found it and pulled it out, looking at the time-  FUCK. Well, today had, had a good run! You quickly shoved your phone back in the bag and tossed it across your shoulder before you grabbed Crowe’s hand and rushed for the door, you tossed his jacket at him- when you turned to grab yours- It wasn’t there!? Whatever! You did not have time for this. You quickly slipped on your shoes, and finally looked at Crowe, who looked confused.

“Time to get a move on lover-boy.” you tossed his shoes towards his feet. He was still staring at you- now with a flushed face. 

He couldn’t believe you had called him that- not that it was a bad thing! No far- far from it in fact. He saw you staring at him, and he finally got the message to put his shoes on. 

With that you opened the door and ushered him out- you followed and quickly turned to lock your apartment door.

 “Olympieus is a 30 minute walk- so If we run the whole way- we may only be five minutes late.”  you explained as you locked your door, you tucked the keys into your bag, and grabbed Crowe's arm dragging him along with you. “Are you always late?” He teased- of course he knew better, he usually made sure you made it safe both to and from your school.

“No- but since you showed up it’s become more common.” With that the talking was done. At least you had thought so- until you stepped out of your apartment building, and the cool autumn air hit you. You felt a shiver take over your body, until you were enveloped by warmth. You looked over at your- well you hadn’t quite figured out what he was to you yet- so… Companion? He was putting his jacket on you. Wouldn't he get cold? You went to speak- but before you could protest he stopped you.

“I run hot anyways. And if we are going to run all the way there- I would rather not have a jacket on.” you couldn’t argue with that. Crowe adjusted your grip from his arm to be holding his hand- that had you blushing. It’s not like you could say it was too intimate. Not anymore. With that you were off! 

Crowe made sure to match your pace as you ran- you were sure he could have gone a lot faster without you, but he wasn’t gonna leave you there. You were both late because of what you had been doing- together. 

It hadn’t taken super long to make it to the school, and you both headed to your own separate classes.You had forgotten you were wearing Crowe’s jacket at the point, and you were vastly unaware of the large hickey on the side of your neck. If Sol hadn’t received the message before- it should reach him clearly now. You were 10 minutes late- Not too bad. You knocked on the classroom door before entering. 

“Ah, Ms. (L/n) how lovely of you to join us.” Your professor greeted you- he was obviously slightly annoyed by your interruption. You gave a quick apology and made your way to your seat. You had noticed some of the glances you received, and began to grow confused. Was there something on your face?  You had made eye contact with Sol and his face fell- he quickly glanced elsewhere. You didn’t know what that was about- not that you’d have the chance to ask till later. 

You sat down and got your notebook out as your professor began his lecture again. Soon enough class had ended. Sol had left without even acknowledging your existence. Ouch. You didn’t understand why you were getting iced out all of a sudden. Maybe he felt weird about- oh. Right. You had confessed to him yesterday- and then, well. All the stuff with Crowe had happened. 

You felt your cheeks start to turn pink at the memory. You were still packing your bag when you noticed someone was standing in front of your desk. Ah, the blue haired demon himself. That only confused you, you and Hyugo didn’t go out of your way to speak to each other. He was staring at you- but not at your face- it was starting to freak you out a bit.

“Hyugo? What’s up?” you stared back at him, trying to search his face for an answer. He continued to stare. It felt like his eyes were boring into you, you were not a fan. 

“Sorry- I was just admiring your-” he paused. Hyugo was normally a straight forward guy- at least in your opinion. Of what little you knew about him. “Your jacket.” A tense smirk pulled across his face. Jacket? Oh yeah- maybe that was why people had been looking at you weird this morning. No (y/n). No it was not.

“Oh- This? It’s Crowe's. I was running late this morning so he let me borrow it-” you looked down at the leather jacket that was wrapped around you. 

“Seems like it’s not the only thing you borrowed this morning.” What the hell did he mean by that? You may never know- because he turned and made his way out into the -somewhat- crowded hallway. People were certainly acting off today. 

You slung your bag onto your shoulder and made your way to the door. 

Of course, Crowe was there waiting for you. You gave him a small smile, and he just grinned at you. 

It looked like his plan had been a success! And (according to insider info) Sol hadn’t even bothered to look at you again this morning! That was a relief- He didn’t need Brugmansia defiling you with his eyes. Honestly, he would pluck those hideous things out of his right out of his skull to keep him from ever looking at you again! However, now was not the time for those thoughts.

He was absolutely glowing! Which for you, and everyone else was an unusual sight. You turned, noticing a few people looking at the two of you. What was up with all the staring today?  You nudged Crowe with your elbow, and began walking. He received the message, and fell into step with you. You both had time to spare before your next class, and you would spend it together obviously. 

Well more obvious to Crowe than to you, but he was here now, and you enjoyed his company. It’s not like Sol had even bothered to greet you this morning. Ugh. What was his problem now!?  You told him how you felt, again not in the most direct way- and he didn’t really give you a clear answer. ‘Well, I'm sure he feels the same way about you.’ You were talking about him! (mostly). He knew that! He had to know. 

You were sure everybody knew at this point! Your feelings had to be clear as the sky on a cloudless day.

And he gave you that non-answer! Was he also talking about himself? 

Possibly. How the hell were you supposed to know? Maybe you were just dense. You felt your fists begin to clench, until you felt Crowe’s hand brush against yours. Oh yeah, this man you now had an ambiguous relationship status with was still by your side. 

In Crowe's mind he was your boyfriend, lover, husband-to-be, so on and so forth.

But you weren’t a mind reader, and he hadn’t made that clear to you. All you knew is you weren’t just friends anymore. Friends didn’t make out. Or feel each other up. Or grind against each other on your living room couch. 

You felt your cheeks turn a distinct shade of pink as you chased the last thought out of your mind. You felt a warmth in your hand. Oh. Crowe was holding your hand. When did that happen? 

You weren’t sure how long you had been lost in your own thoughts. Apparently he took the liberty of intertwining his fingers with your own while you were. Crowe’s usual blank expression was replaced with a satisfied grin. You continue to walk hand in hand, you weren’t paying it too much mind. 

“Oh- here- would you hold this?” you pulled the bag off your shoulder, Crowe pouted as you had pulled your hand from his. You pointed over your shoulder towards the restroom. 

“I’ll be right back.” With that you handed your bag over and quickly made your way into the women’s restroom. You didn’t have to go- no, you just needed a minute to clear your head. You walked over to the sink and put your hands under the faucet, and the water began pouring out. You splashed your face with the water and sighed. You straightened your back and began to open your eyes. That's when you finally got to see yourself in the mirror. You were basically drowning in Crowe’s jacket. That wasn't what had caught your eye though. Your horrified shriek had probably been heard on the other side of campus. You were sure of it.

Ah, he had been caught.

You could feel your eye twitch. Your face was bright red as you marched out of the bathroom,  the entrance now somewhat surrounded. You glared up at the man who had been waiting on you. Oh how you wanted to punch his stupid pretty face. You couldn't believe him! He had let you walk around none the wiser to the GIANT hickey on your neck. Everything this morning had a new context. The way people had been looking at you, what Hyugo had said, the way Sol wouldn’t even look at you- ah- Sol. honestly when everything had happened with Crowe you hadn’t even remembered he existed. It was the two of you in your own little world. There was no way to explain this- what could you say? God this was stupid. 

You were stupid! You felt so stupid, and humiliated, and, and- you hadn’t finished that thought. You snatched your bag away from Crowe and began to walk away. 

“Starli- (Y/n), where are you going?” He followed you, of course he had, he always did. He had gotten the distinct vibe right now was not the time to tease you.  

“Home.” Your voice was cold and harsh. You hadn’t turned to look at him when you gave your answer.

“Well, I’ll walk you-” he was instantly cut off

“NO! YOU STAY HERE, OR GO LITERALLY ANYWHERE ELSE. JUST GET AWAY FROM ME!” You had whipped around and began to shout at him. He looked like a kicked puppy, but you didn’t care. Not right now at least. You were beyond embarrassed, and he had caused it! Why hadn’t he at least warned you!? You could feel your fists clench, and you turned back around, storming off. Your emotions were like a tidal wave. You were so angry- god you were furious! 

You kept walking till you were long past the entrance, and finally you made it to the cafe near your apartment. Honestly you didn't want to go home. That was where everything had happened and that would stir up more emotions that would just confuse you more. You glanced over at the park. Sure, there were other emotions connected to the park but… you could always just go to a different area of it. So it was decided. You were going to spend some time in the park. Alone.

You found a spot away from the normal on goings, it was past some brush and trees. It was nice, it had a scenic view. You took your bag off and plopped down, pulling your knees to your chest. You needed this, just time to yourself. Time to think. Your feelings were more mixed up than they had ever been. What were your feelings exactly? Now you have time to figure that out. You had two very different men, pulling you in very different directions. 

First there was Sol, previously you were so sure you were in love with him. Hell you were sure about it even yesterday! You had told him, albeit indirectly, that you were in love with him. Now you weren’t as certain. Sure, you felt the same, but now there was a piece of your brain that pictured something, rather, someone different all together when it came to being in a relationship. You were aware you were attracted to Crowe, you had been since you had met him, sure. He wasn’t a bad looking man! 

But when you met you hadn’t pictured things ending up like this. 

When you met- you still only pictured Sol when you thought of having a boyfriend. At the time you had been so sure that he was the only one for you. How did the man that pissed you off to no end, manage to sneak his way into your brain like that!?

Yes he was attractive, and sure he was kind to you, and looked out for you, and did nice things for you-

Oh. you groaned and let yourself fall onto your back, the soft grass padding your landing. 

You looked up at the sky, watching the clouds. 

At some point you suppose you dozed off. By the time your eyes had reopened the sun was beginning to set. You looked over and sighed in relief to see your bag was still there. You slowly sat up and stretched. You reached in and grabbed your phone. You looked at the time, 7:00 pm. You should probably head home. You glanced down at your notifications. 25  new messages and 15 missed calls. You rolled your eyes. Sure you had been gone all day, but was that necessary? 

Crowe wasn’t sure how- but you had managed to slip out of his sight at some point on your route home. When he arrived at your apartment you weren’t there, so he had waited for a bit, but you never arrived. From there he started to check your favorite spots. You hadn’t been there either, that's when he had caved and called you the first time. You had to be somewhere! He just wasn’t sure where… yet. 

After 15 minutes he sent you a message. Another 15 minutes later he called again. It continued on like that, the day went on longer, the sun sank lower in the sky. It was sunset now- he had checked back at your apartment and you still hadn’t made it there. He was starting to panic. What was the right amount of time to wait before handing out missing person flyers? 

He was retracing his steps through the park for the third time when he decided to call again. 

It was like a miracle when he heard your ringtone start- but his stomach dropped. It was off in the brush somewhere… what the fuck? What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK? Why was it in the brush- oh god, what if something had happened to you? He didn't think he could live with himself if something had. 

The panic sent his feet flying. He rushed toward the sound tearing through bushes and past trees.

You were just starting to will yourself off the ground when your phone began to ring. You stared at the caller ID and sighed. You really hadn’t wanted to deal with this right now- but you guess you would. You hadn’t had time to answer when you heard something absolutely rocketing through the bushes behind you. What the hell was coming toward you at that speed? You didn’t want to know, but you were definitely about to find out. 

You had begun to look over your shoulder when something heavy collided with your back- it knocked the wind out of you. Arms had wrapped around you, holding you firmly against this person’s chest. You could feel their heartbeat against your back, it was erratic, like they had just ran a marathon. Was this how you were going to die? Maybe you should just resign to your fate. 

No. Not like this. You took a deep breath readying yourself to scream the loudest you ever had- when you noticed the braid with loc jewelry laying against your shoulder. 

Oh.

So… maybe this wasn’t how you were going to die. The top of Crowe’s head was pressed against the back of your neck. You could hear his labored breathing. You sat still as he continued to embrace you from behind. Honestly you were still pretty pissed off. First the hickey, now this? He had scared the shit out of you! Still, you remained silent in his grasp, the positioning not exactly favorable to you.

He continued to try and catch his breath. Your smell overtook his senses, helping the tension leave his body. The panic he had felt was for nothing! Here you were, all in one piece. Perfectly fine. Honestly, he should be angry, but he wasn’t! The fact that you were alive and breathing was enough to keep him from feeling that way. He shifted from being on his knees to having his leg stretch out on either side of you, and placed a chaste kiss against the nape of your neck. He had yet to utter a word. He didn’t feel like he needed to, in this moment he was just holding you. 

Today had started off wonderfully, that was honestly an understatement. 

He was just so… thankful that you existed. Not just in general, but here, at this time, in the same place as him. You were his soulmate. He was sure of it. He didn’t really believe in anything spiritually, but if he had; He was sure he had loved you in his last life, and he would continue to love you in his next one. If- (heavy on if) there was a next life- he would do whatever it would take to find you.

You sat in his arms, watching the sun start to dip below the horizon as the silence dragged on. It went on like that for a while, with Crowe resting his chin on top of your head. You’re sure it would look romantic to any onlooker, it was a rather intimate, tender moment. Eventually you let yourself relax in his touch, leaning your back into his chest. You heard a sigh escape him, and he pulled you closer to him. 

“I went to your apartment- you weren’t there. I tried to call but you didn’t answer, after a while I started to get worried.” His words came out breathlessly, they sounded strained. A pang of guilt began to swell in your chest.

“I just needed time alone… time to think.” you closed your eyes, still learning against him. You still weren’t quite sure what you wanted or how you felt; but this… this was nice.

“About?” The question made you tense slightly. You were sure he had noticed. You weren’t ready to get into that.

“Everything.” Plain. Simple. To the point. You were sure he had got the message.

It was quiet for the next few minutes. You continued to watch the last bits of the sunset, the stars beginning to appear in the sky above you. You weren’t mad anymore, no, that had more than settled by now. You had come to some realizations, like the fact that you did like Crowe more than a friend. You had started to like him for the same reasons you had fallen in love with Sol. 

That's where it got more complicated. Sol. Your best friend- your only friend. You had loved him for so long at this point. You had been so sure there would never be somebody else. That he was the one for you. Now here you were, in the arms of that somebody else. 

But how long had you waited for him to feel the same? How long would it continue to be a game of cat and mouse- or tip toeing around the truth? Would he ever tell you how he felt? You didn’t know. But at this point you weren’t going to waste your life waiting around for him. You could feel Crowe breathing, his chest rising and falling against your back. You sighed, letting your head tilt back, resting it on Crowe’s shoulder.

“Starlight I-” not this spiel again.

“Don’t.” You held your hand up, signaling for him to stop. He didn’t need to apologize, you knew that. What the two of you had done together was consensual. You had just been embarrassed, the fact you hadn’t thought about the fact it would leave a hickey- that was embarrassing as well. He gave you another chaste kiss, this time against your shoulder.  You felt your cheeks grow warm- and a tingling sensation somewhere lower. Much lower. You felt the warmth spread to the tips of your ears and sat up. Crowe’s fingers traced small circles against your hips. You wanted him. 

You turned your head to look at him over your shoulder, placing a kiss against his temple. Then another slightly lower. And lower. You slowly worked your way down his jaw, You could see the pink that reached his cheeks. 

Oh, this was happening. 

You stopped, turning yourself around and straddling his lap, and stripping yourself of the borrowed jacket.

You continued to leave kisses across his jaw and down his neck. You could feel him get hard beneath you. You pulled back to look at him, his cheeks were such a pretty shade of pink. You leaned in and kissed his lips. He responded eagerly. He kissed you with fervor. He most certainly wanted you too. 

You continued kissing him, slowly moving your hips against his groin. You felt him groan against your lips. It was very hot. 

You swore you felt hot all over- you felt like you could combust. You broke the kiss- panting. 

Crowe adjusted your positioning, His hands gripping your thighs. He had shifted and turned you to face away from him. He began to kiss along your neck from behind, His hand slowly working its way up your abdomen. You didn’t mind a repeat of this morning- no, not at all, but you wanted more. You felt his hand slip under your bra, and he began to play with your breast. You let out a quiet moan, and felt him pull you closer to his chest. You could feel his erection pressing against your ass and lower back. 

You knew he wasn’t going to go farther without your permission, but you also didn’t want to take the lead here. You were sure- 100% positive you were the less experienced out of the two of you. You took a deep breath, grabbing his hand that rested against your hip; guiding it past your waistband. You felt his Left hand graze against your now drenched panties; His right one quickly unclasping your bra. 

He needed to teach you that one.

“Excited, aren’t we?” His voice was a ghost of a whisper against the shell of your ear. You couldn’t be more red- even if he tried to embarrass you. The way he was touching you made sure of that. You let yourself lean into him, your weight now completely resting against his chest. He managed to pull your bra off, tossing it on top of your bag; he pulled your shirt up enough for it to rest on your shoulders. The chilly air touching your now exposed breasts sent a small shiver up your spine. He used his right hand to continue massaging your chest, while his left hand finally slipped beneath your underwear. You felt him gently caress your skin, before his fingers made their way to your clit. He began to make small circular motions against it- making you take in a sharp breath. The throbbing between your thighs had a simple answer: Jericho Ichabod. He began kissing your neck again, still using both hands to stimulate your more… sensitive areas. You let out a soft moan as he continued, but that’s not quite what he wanted. He eventually kissed down to the mark he had left on your neck, he gently sunk his teeth into it.

“CROWE-FUCK-!” There it was. The multiple points of stimulation had got to you. A repeat of this morning had happened. Your hips pressed upwards towards his hand, causing more pressure between his fingers and your clit. You closed your eyes, whimpering in embarrassment. You felt him smirk against your skin, you may be embarrassed- but you weren’t gonna stop him. He slowly removed his fingers from your clit, his hand sinking lower into your pants. His middle finger sunk into you achingly slowly. It earned a squeak from you- and you bit your lip. He repeated the action, pulling it out ever so slowly, and letting it sink back into you.

“Starlight?” He kissed the side of your head as you hummed in response. “My name.”

“....Crowe…?” you looked at him questioningly, an eyebrow raised. He nodded.

“Make sure you keep moaning it for me, ‘kay?” You're sure your face would have flushed, if it hadn’t been already. You nodded, head leaning back against his shoulder, and he continued. He began to pick up the pace ever so slightly, earning some small noises from you. Then his ring finger was added to the mix. 

“Crowe-” You sucked in a breath. It had almost been a whisper, but you felt him shiver against you. You felt him begin his pace again, two fingers inside of you instead of one. Then he did something different. You felt his fingers curl inside you, and a jolt shot through your body. “Oh god- fuck- Crowe!” you took a deep breath. He repeated the motion. You gripped his hand that was still on your chest, leaning forward slightly. “Fuck- Right there!” He continued to repeat the motion, with you both verbally and physically reassuring him he was hitting the right spot. You were getting close- and you were about to tell him- when you felt his hand retreat. Your eyes shot open, and you whimpered at the lack of contact. You watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. 

Oh.

Your pout, and staring didn't go unnoticed.

“What?” He removed his fingers from his lips. “Was I supposed to skip dessert?” Your eyes widened. What did he just say? With that he shifted, moving to be in front of you. He pushed against your chest, making your back softly meet the earth behind you. 

You still stared at him- you weren’t pouting anymore- but you remained wide eyed. He unbuttoned your pants, and began to slide them down. You cooperated- lifting your hips- but you were still shocked. Was this actually happening? I mean- yeah he was knuckle deep in you not too long ago- but didn't most guys prefer to be gone down on? Not the other way around? You weren’t so sure- seeing as this was your first time doing- well- any of this. 

Eventually, your pants were up and over and discarded, now it was just you, in your panties- with your shirt lifted up around your neck. You were happy you had at least worn cute underwear today. They were black with a lace trim- but they wouldn’t be on much longer either. The same process that had happened with your pants, began again with your panties. There you were, bare for all the world to see. Crowe stared down at you- it was as if you could see the hearts form in his eyes. You shifted your gaze elsewhere. 

It was flattering, sure, but also embarrassing to be stark naked in front of another person. 

You wanted to cover yourself- feeling far too shameful, but you dare not move. 

It remained like that for another minute, Crowe just taking in your form. He leaned over you, softly cupping your face and turning it to face him. He kissed you softly, it was reassuring; and as quick as he had kissed you, he parted from it. He pulled himself back up, and lowered himself again.

You could feel his hot breath against your skin, as he adjusted himself, and slowly placed your legs over his shoulders. He placed a soft kiss against your ankle, and worked his way up. Finally you felt as your body shifted to have more pressure on your upper back- he had lifted your hips and adjusted his grip to your waist when he had you in the position he wanted. 

You felt as his lips pressed against your lower ones, His tongue slowly dragged across you- and you couldn’t help but suck in a breath. His tongue was a new sensation- but not an unwelcome one. He continued with the same repeated action, each time sending a shudder through your body. You were so enthralled in the new sensation- the world around you became nothing. You didn’t even hear the rustling of the bushes behind you.

You had apparently left before your art class again today. Not that Sol should care- but he did. He was greatly aware of your absence. Sure- you showed up with a hickey on your neck after telling him you were in love with him- Yeah, what a great feeling that gave him. 

However, you had missed class… a lot lately. Of course he was worried about you. You were skipping class- running off with Crowe all the time.

He really didn’t want to think poorly of the guy- It was just hard given what he did know. and maybe-  maybe- not that he would ever admit it- He was kind of jealous of the attention you had been giving him. He spent the rest of class thinking over it all. At some point he had tried texting you- but he never received a response. He even tried calling you- but it went to your voicemail. 

He was frustrated sure- and maybe he ignored you this morning- yeah. But that was no reason to disappear and not let him know you were ok. After he finished his classes for the day he left, heading straight to your apartment. He knocked, and waited. Then knocked and waited again. Ok, so you weren’t at home either. He checked the cafe- No, then the park- not anywhere noticeable at least. He was starting to actually worry. Where could you have gone? It was getting dark. He may actually begin to panic at this rate. Then an idea hit him- he quickly took out his phone and opened your shared messages. 

He swiped over to check and- Yes! You still had your location shared with him. You were… in the park he had just left. 

He sighed, turning around and beginning his trek back. He followed as his phone showed him the directions, eventually arriving back at the park. It showed you were… off in the brush? He had a sinking feeling in his stomach. You were- you were ok, right? He silently followed the directions again, praying inside his own mind. As he approached he swore he had heard your voice- though he didn’t quite catch what you said. 

That’s when he saw you- well, not just you. 

Sure he had imagined it- more than once before. But when he had pictured you like this- it wasn’t with your legs placed on another man's shoulders. You didn’t even notice he was there- He was just a voyeur in this intimate scene. 

Crowe, however, had. His eyes lazily trailed over to Sol, a smirk came to his lips as he pulled away from you. You whined as he did. He gave a wink to Sol, reveling in his own victory. The best man had won.

“Crowe… please-” He returned to you after the brief interaction, watching Sol turn and leave. He would let him live- just this once, he would get away with seeing you in such a state. Only because it showed him his place.

You hadn’t been aware of your visitor- so you couldn’t really care. You arched your back as Crowe returned his tongue to the spot between your thighs. He changed how he was holding you, slowly sliding his fingers inside you again. You squeezed your eyes shut. It was starting to become too much- he began to pick up the pace, curling his fingers inside you, while stimulating your clit with his pierced tongue. You began to breathe heavier- the sensation was making your eyes water. You continued to moan, unable to say anything coherent. He continued quickening the pace of his fingers- until you tightened around them, and your body twitched. You had cum Crowe’s face. That was not something you were exactly worried about at this moment- you weren’t really worried about anything, actually. 

You panted, your chest heaving up and down. He slowly laid your lower half in the grass, before grabbing your clothing, beginning to redress you. You laid still, staring at the sky as he did his best to get your panties and pants back on you. Once they were on he leaned over you, pressing a kiss against your temple. You closed your eyes- focusing on your breathing. You felt him lay next to you, wrapping you in his arms.

“You are so beautiful.” He placed another kiss against your temple. You sighed dreamily in response. You didn’t have the words right now. Your mind was dazed- and you were beyond tired.

You laid there in silence, you could feel Crowe brush some of your hair out of your face. You smiled softly, eyes still closed. Your mind couldn’t even process the happenings of the day. Soon your breathing evened out, and you drifted off to sleep. 

Crowe smiled, watching you. He relished in the events of the day. He pinched his arm- he had to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He sat up beside you, watching your chest rise and fall. His grin grew wider. You were his. How long had he waited for this? Years… at this point. But here you were, next to him, in his spot at the park. And he had, had you. In more than one way at that. He let out a dreamy sigh, before standing. Though he wished you could both stay in this moment forever- that was sadly not the case. He grabbed your bag, slinging it across his shoulder; before turning back to you. He knelt down and scooped you up bridal style. It was as if you were married! He felt his cheeks warm at the thought. He could not wait to marry you. This was fate after all. He slowly made his way through the brush, entering the main part of the park. He didn’t want to wake you. He continued walking with you in his arms, and he spotted a figure sitting on a bench ahead. The figure's head was buried in his hands. 

“Brugmansia.” It was short. To the point. With that said he passed the sulking man.